So I've come to find that I update this blog-space of mine when I'm feeling extreme emotions. One of being gruesomely happy and the other being ecstatically sad. Right Now, In this moment, I'm in a jiff.
As I stare at my computer screen, look from my book shelf to the teddy right below it to the cell phone right next to my keyboard and back to the screen and I wonder what should I write about? A few moments ago, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to open any knots in my neuron system but it seems they're running smooth enough.
When I ask my heart to be honest, out comes this answer- "You know what this is about. This thing you're feeling. You only don't wanna accept it"
So basically I'm having a rush of emotions as my title suggests. But my heart is such a tricker, it's telling me I know but its not sending the correct signal to my brain.
Until it does, I think you guys will have to wait as to what is happening with my stupid feelings.
Love,
Karima /bye
Tuesday, November 16
Friday, October 15
What I'm really feeling
This is exactly
How I'm feeling right now
How I wish I knew why?
Saturday, October 9
Poem Again
That's the beauty of keeping a book handy while travelling. Here I'm referring to my posts from April-May 2010 when I was at my native place- angry about missing my BFFs 18th birthday and I'd written this poem.
Who'd understand the grieving heart?
Who shall get to know the subliming pain?
Who would set the happiness apart?
Who'd know if all's just gone in vain?
In depths the darkened shadows lie,
They rise against the ferocious sky,
But light and fire could cause its defeat,
& that will dampen the shadows glee.
The shadow ain't a stamp upon the earth,
It's an extension of a source of the sun's worth,
It's long and deep like the seclusion sea,
And finds its way to go back to days of merry.
How much ever strong- the shadow stands alone,
It's crying in sorrow- lying on the floor,
It's hammering heart beats in it's torn soul,
And the wounds of tears are deeper than of knives and ropes.
-Karima Khan
:)
Weird Stuff, I know..
Until Next Time,
Curryma /bye
Who'd understand the grieving heart?
Who shall get to know the subliming pain?
Who would set the happiness apart?
Who'd know if all's just gone in vain?
In depths the darkened shadows lie,
They rise against the ferocious sky,
But light and fire could cause its defeat,
& that will dampen the shadows glee.
The shadow ain't a stamp upon the earth,
It's an extension of a source of the sun's worth,
It's long and deep like the seclusion sea,
And finds its way to go back to days of merry.
How much ever strong- the shadow stands alone,
It's crying in sorrow- lying on the floor,
It's hammering heart beats in it's torn soul,
And the wounds of tears are deeper than of knives and ropes.
-Karima Khan
:)
Weird Stuff, I know..
Until Next Time,
Curryma /bye
Sunday, October 3
All it takes is a little Push
You have wishes and a lot of them. So many, that your heart gets full of it when someone asks, "what do you wish for?" but isn't it ironical? When someone does ask you that- your mind goes blank and you start playing fish-pond in your head- picking a wish randomly and saying it out loud realizing later /omg that it wasn't actually what you wanted desperately, it was something else. 'Opportunity knocks your door only once' a wrong saying :)
What I have learnt through books, elders, personal experiences is that you create opportunities, it isn't a postman that'll spoon-feed you by coming to your doorstep smiling and delivering success. Just like a letter, even that success has to be written by someone. That someone should be you.
If someone who knows me (esp. my family) and if they read this- probably they're going ROFL 'coz I think I invented 'weird' but hey, if my experiences help someone, isn't it a good thing? Maybe if one person out there reads this and if his life is awesomer by 1%, isn't it an achievement for both of us?
A small Accomplishment is still an Accomplishment :)
So Push yourself don't enslave :) Be the Flying Ostrich.. Yes, Ostriches can't fly but didn't they say the same about Humans?
Don't know why I'm even writing this. I want something and it's a hard thing to want. I want a diamond desired by all. Will I get it?
Lucks to you and to me also
Love,
Curry /bye
What I have learnt through books, elders, personal experiences is that you create opportunities, it isn't a postman that'll spoon-feed you by coming to your doorstep smiling and delivering success. Just like a letter, even that success has to be written by someone. That someone should be you.
If someone who knows me (esp. my family) and if they read this- probably they're going ROFL 'coz I think I invented 'weird' but hey, if my experiences help someone, isn't it a good thing? Maybe if one person out there reads this and if his life is awesomer by 1%, isn't it an achievement for both of us?
A small Accomplishment is still an Accomplishment :)
So Push yourself don't enslave :) Be the Flying Ostrich.. Yes, Ostriches can't fly but didn't they say the same about Humans?
Don't know why I'm even writing this. I want something and it's a hard thing to want. I want a diamond desired by all. Will I get it?
Lucks to you and to me also
Love,
Curry /bye
Tuesday, September 7
The Cutest Guy on Earth - Part II
Who remembers my last post with the same name where I described how cute this Green Peace guy was? Incorrect.
Two days ago he texts me and I replied to a scarce few of his smses. Since I can very well (God knows how) understand typography, this guy seems like he's a big wanna-be and apparently has shifted from another state to try his luck in the modelling world and the bling of Bombay brought him here. College is of next to no importance and money and fame are what he wants to get.
I like men of substance and especially the ones who're avid readers :) Bye, bye GP /wahaha it was nice seeing you
So the bottom line is, I'm going to remain single forever and like I always say to everyone, I AM A Mommy NUN
Peace,
Currymwah
Two days ago he texts me and I replied to a scarce few of his smses. Since I can very well (God knows how) understand typography, this guy seems like he's a big wanna-be and apparently has shifted from another state to try his luck in the modelling world and the bling of Bombay brought him here. College is of next to no importance and money and fame are what he wants to get.
I like men of substance and especially the ones who're avid readers :) Bye, bye GP /wahaha it was nice seeing you
So the bottom line is, I'm going to remain single forever and like I always say to everyone, I AM A Mommy NUN
Peace,
Currymwah
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