Ek Lamha kedh keeya hua..!!

Kuch yaadein itni aziz hoti hain ki aapka mann karta hain unhey kedh karke humesha apney pass rakhey.
Aisi hee ek yaad , ek lamhey mein kedh hain..!!
Meri Shaadi waley din..Jab phero ki vidhi chalu thi…mein aur mukul pherey leh rahey the..aur Panditji ne kaha..ki aap dono koh ek dusrey ka saath, saat(7) janmo tak dena hoga…aur hum dono koh dher saarey logon ney gher rakha tha..uskey relatives..merey relatives aur bahut saaarein guests….aur sabhi cousins were very happy and passing their special comments.
Tabhi ek bhaiya ney Mukul sey kaha; “ Abhi; soch loh Mukulji saat janam nibhana padega.Yeh kaunsa Janam hain? ”
Mukul replied, “Pehla”
My father said; “Shabash..!!!” with a very broad smile.
My eyes rose,
I looked at him,
Held his hand more tightly,
Then, looking at the floor,
I said to myself; “Am marrying the most wonderful man.”

Been one month since I am MARRIED!

It’s been exactly one month today since am married. And life has its new stories to say. So many changes in life.

My home is become my mother’s home. I meet my baby (nephew) only once a week. Expected to be prim and proper when I visit at relatives, wearing sarees in 45 degree temperature,wearing loads of jewelery,preparing answers for unexpected questions and so many DO’s and Don’ts especially for a newlywed girl!

You hear funny things from people which they strongly believe and you can’t even laugh.:)I said your suppose to behave prim and proper.:)

It becomes so difficult to maintain the standards drawn by the society especially when you have just lived a vagabond life on your own standards and terms and decide everything for yourself.People expect you to behave entirely different after one day of marriage.

Marriage somewhere just curbs your FREEDOM.

But wait there are good things to it. I get up in the morning and see a face which I know will be there whenever I need or whenever I fall and I in turn will be there for him.

It’s beautiful feeling of being loved.

It feels ANCHORED!

Like a vagabond has ended its journey and now being anchored.:)
and then the early funny things really don’t matter.
They are too little to be asked for.:)

Reminds me of one of my favorite sonnets by Shakespeare:

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.

Dedicated to my husband Mukul Agarwal.
Love you loads Mukul.:)

Working Saturday!

Working on a Saturday,
Missing my husband,
Waiting for the clock
to strike seven,
listening to soft music,
red cup,
half empty bottle,
Charging Cell phone
Scriblled notepad
Red and black stripped pencil
Swipe card
Lying on the desk
Haywired
Only some plans
are organized
for Sunday.
WHen does this day gets over?
Working Saturday..:(:(..!!

Love is in the air!

Love is in the air!
Fragrance of romance is everywhere.
Smile keeps flashing on the face
Cupid striked some lucky people
and they are acting insane
Like a fountain which opens
its arms to the sky
In the same way
I embrace this season of love
and with it I fly.
This feeling
I know
No money can buy!
Love is in the air!
Fragrance of romance is everywhere.

(Specially dedicated to my darling Sohini.:)..)

Arrange Marriage in the era of Love Marriage.

Fingers Crossed, Rolling eyes, heart beats are very fast.

Thoughts are forming, wondering and deforming and the process goes on.

In this era of love marriage, Shall I accompany arrange marriage?

Some people would consider it foolish, while some would consider it wise. But that’s the last thing one should think,

That What will people think?

Clarity will perhaps emerge out of confusion.

Some little more days for the book of life and destiny to unfold what’s in store.:)

Till then I patiently wait with faith in my heart and a pray on my lips.

Amen.

Arti Jalan.

Letter to Theo

Today,I had planned to start a new canvas.I streched the canvas,took all my colors,brushes and other art material and reached the studio early morning.But something went wrong,call it a mood swing or laziness or am still trying to figure it out.I just dint feel like painting and I left the college.My enthusiasm generally reaches the peak and then suddenly falls down,which was exactly the case today too.And now am thinking about the canvas,how it was staring at me like an idiot!
Then thought about Vincent Vangogh,like many other art students hes my motivation to paint.
Vincent use to write letters to his brother stating about art and his daily life and majorly his artistic struggle.
His letter contained rich text and his perception on various aspects of painting.I read this paragraph in this book named "Lust for Life" and these are definately some lines which at the moment I need to dash the canvas tommorow.

I tell you, if one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of going wrong, one must not be afraid of making mistakes now and then. Many people think that they will become good just by doing no harm — but that's a lie, and you yourself used to call it that. That way lies stagnation, mediocrity.
Just slap anything on when you see a blank canvas staring you in the face like some imbecile. You don't know how paralyzing that is, that stare of a blank canvas is, which says to the painter, You can't do a thing. The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves. Many painters are afraid in front of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the real, passionate painter who dares and who has broken the spell of 'you can't' once and for all.
Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily. He wades in and does something and stays with it, in short, he violates, “defiles” — they say. Let them talk, those cold theologians.

Thank you Mr.Vangogh.
As truly said in the song,"This world was not meant for one as beautiful as you."