Neha's Notebook

  My hearty farties On mornings after parties   My belly inflated like a balloon Emptying itself into a typhoon!   Snacks, burgers and potato chips Soft drinks, pizzas and cakes chocolate-dipped, All pass out of my lovely-lovely bosom But unlike last night, this time they smell somewhat gruesome   Poo!, Phish!, Phat! Pat! Ploo! Pshunn! They sound like megaton But no matter how poor they smell, they bring me utter relief, once done!  

Life is short.   Appearing like a pocket of experiences stolen from the continuous stream of some godlike material, life is but only a glimpse.   If not just a fleeting glimpse, what is it, after all?   Like a rising wave which falls as soon as it rises, life too begins to end the moment it has begun to begin.   When we look closely into the relevance of life, we will find ourselves feeling fascinated to discover the fact that life is nothing but a journey towards death.   Our birth is nothing but a gateway we enter only to traverse this journey, a journey whose final destination, ultimately, is death.   And so, it is quite appropriate to say that life is short. Tiny as a heartbeat; only as expansive as a breath; and, only as much filled as the space of the sky with temporary clouds.   As we navigate this teeny-weeny journey of life, each one of us tends to develop and cultivate our own strategies, our own set of thoughts which, sometimes, make us feel hap

She rides the winds like wild horses racing through hilltops, meadows and plains,   The wilderness of infinities, Racing through her   gold-dipped heart, her ruby-amber veins…   Like doves she flutters, Like eagles she soars, Like dragons she burns Like tigers she roars.   Fierce as a fighter, Tender as a dewdrop she is Her seasons are a mystery to all, Like a storm sometimes, sometimes a rain she is.   Carved like a gem-dripping jewel, Magnificent as a rose’s petal lips She’s painted in the rainbow brushstrokes of god’s fingertips.   Mighty as a warrior when she is, She’s all thorns and swords, Darkness engulfs her stardust, She is a world beyond words.   She is the womb of darkness, She is the source of light too, Some call her “nature”, But her name is “life” too.  

#1 Cap And Bells A phrase that implies a cap containing bells, or having bells attached to it, usually worn as a costume by a professional clown or a court’s jester. It is also known by the phrases such as the ‘FOOL’S CAP’ or the ‘JESTER’S HAT’. #2 Houdini A magician or escape artist who possesses fine abilities to escape from chains, locks, traps, mazes, handcuffs, padlocked containers, or difficult situations. Someone who disappears or vanishes all of a sudden without anyone knowing how. The term is coined after a famous French magician “HARRY HOUDINI”.   #3 Pandora’s Box A source of continuous trouble, problems, conflict or evil. Something when started, opened or initiated, leads to innumerable problems or unfortunate events. The phrase has its origins in Greek mythology, according to which, the first woman of Earth named ‘PANDORA’ unintentionally opened a box which was ‘not’ supposed to be opened – a box of death, sickness, evil & all kinds of destructive spirits.