Aarz Kiya Hai V

SHARAABI SHAYARI, A COMPILATION:

Sharaab dhard ki dawaa hai,
Peene se koi khiraabi nahin,
Dil ke dhard se peete hai hum,
Vaise tho hum sharaabi nahin.

Nasha hum karte hai, iljaam sharaab ko diya jaata hai.
Iss mein sharaab ka kya kasoor hai?
Kasoor tho unka hai,
Jinka chehra har jaam mein nazar aata hai.

Peene ko peeye ja rehe hai hum,
Jeene ko jiye ja rehe hai hum.
Koi ah kar bitaye ga mere mehboob ko.
Kabhi jeene ki vaja thay vo.
Aaj peeye ja rehe hai,
Vaja bhi vo, saja bhi vo.

Daddy Dearest.

The gated parking lot of my apartment complex has had a couple of break-ins over the past week. Every time I go to my car I have my pepper spray aimed and ready to fire. I seriously hope no one will walk across my path and startle me becuase I know I'll spray them down without thinking twice.

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Anyway, as I walked to my car today, I saw shards of glass all around my tires and a blade close-by. As par usual, I immediately freaked out and inspected my car closely for broken windows or slashed tires. I found nothing, so I swept away all the glass and drove on home to San Jose.

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As soon as I got home, I told my dad the entire story to explain why I was late. I tossed a load of laundry into the washer and proceeded to the couch to take a nap. In the middle of my nap, my dad exclaimed, "REENA! DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CAR?!?!" I lept off the couch and ran out the door. I looked in the direction that my dad was pointing expecting only the worst.

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"Wash me Ms. Rani" was written in the dust that had accumulated on my car. "You woke me up for that?" My dad, still smirking, told me that a car this dirty was definitely worse than a broken window or two. HAHA. I'm still shocked becuase anyone that knows my dad knows that he's a no-nonsense kind of guy. This is quite possibly the only prank that he's pulled on me in the 23 years of my life.

C is for Comfort.

Over time I've realized that a lot of food I turn to for comfort starts with the letter "C."

1. Chalupas
2. Chocolate
3. Cheese
4. Cookies
5. Caramel
6. Crackers w/goat cheese
7. Crown & Coke (at some point)
8. Chips and dip (the dip must have #9)
9. sour Cream
10. ice Cream
11. potatos w/ Chives

(ok, so I'm kind of cheating with the last 3 on my list)

...I swear there was a lot more in my head, I'll have to add to this list later. :)

Miraculous Meditation.

Lately, my pulse has been pretty high. 103 resting heart rate. Since it has been raining outside I haven't had much of a chance to run the track for regular exercise, I thought of an alternate way to try to calm my nerves and rapid heartbeat. Meditation.

I found a very beautiful video called Zen Garden by Kokin Gumi. Absolutely amazing. I turned out the lights, sat in a meditation position, and listened to it all the way through focusing on nothing but my breathing. Heart rate after: 80.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWvS9llbSJ0&feature=channel_page

Fuck Vday.

Mohabbat ke zamane guzar ghey janaab,
Aab chotey motey pyar se kaam chalalein ghey aap?

Some Updates.

Aww... I have been neglecting my poor blog. Well I was home and internetless and my life has been pretty uneventful. Here are the updates.
Nightmare updates:
I was driving on the roads of San Jose about to get onto the 880N freeway entrance but I missed it. The roads were completely empty, given that it was the middle of the night, so I decided to do a 180 degree turn ("bust a bitch") in the direction of oncoming traffic and get onto 880N. Suddenly there was a HUGE truck coming in my direction and we collided. I experienced "death" in my dream. After the collision, I saw a white light, felt like I was falling down an endless tunnel, and then was overcome with a feeling of suffocation. I woke up from this dream and it was 4am. Freaky. (Indian Superstition: Any dream that you have around 4am -- "Amrit Vela" -- has some element of truth in it.)

Another Dream this week:
I was on a roadtrip with Dr. Chase from the show House. Shit, I know I watch too much of this show if the characters are showing up on my dreams. But God, he's soooooo dreamy! and yes, he had his Aussie accent in my dream. But it sucked cuz he hooked up with one of my friends who was also on the roadtrip. Saddening.

I've had the song Hot and Cold by Katy Perry on my mind for the past couple days. These lyrics are the catchiest:
Someone call a Doctor
Got a case of Love Bipolar
Stuck on a rollercoaster
Can't get off this ride!

Valentine's Day is only 5 days away. It was interesting when I found out that St. Valentine was an actual person who lived in Ancient Rome. He was a Christian healer and tried to help a blind girl see again. Some people didn't believe in his healing abilities, and threw him in jail for life for tricking the public. Before he died he received a card from the girl who had her vision restored that read, "To My Dear Valentine." Since then Valentine was a term given to a friend/lover/dear one. :) Cute story, right?

Youth Wasted.

As I was walking to the nearby track for my afternoon run, I walked by an elderly man with a backpack on that stopped to catch a breath of air. I asked him if he needed help carrying whatever it was he was carrying, but he kindly refused and we struck up a random conversation. (I'm notorious for talking to strangers. I think it comes to me naturally as my subconsious rebelling against my parents who always told me not to do so.)

He told me that "Youth is wasted on the young." He went on to explain that young people have everything going for them physically; they're in the best health they'll ever be in. Their minds are sharp BUT they lack the patience, understanding and wisdom, which results in such a waste of this precious time in life. They're in such a rush to grow up, that they miss all the opportunites and abilities of the body that a person who's lived & learned knows what they want to do but don't have the body for anymore. Another way of putting that saying is, "If I could go back to (what ever age) and if I know then what I know now, life would be wonderful."

His speech was so inspiring that I totally walked past the track and walked him to the library several streets down. He was living proof that he was enjoyin every day of his life as though they were of his youth; he was 89 years old strong and healthy. My guess before he told me was somewhere in his 60's.

I definitely enjoyed my run today. Youth not wasted. :)