My life in a glimpse

Hmmmmmmm wat can i say. shit! scratch scratch. Oh forget it. Hi! Aeshna this side. A research scholar. Yuck the very sound of it is so boring but my life has all the bollywood masala. Villian and heroine. Alas still waiting for the hero.

I just passd another bday of mine and as usual nothing happening. when will I have a bash

Today my sir just is not leaving his room. Groan!I don't feel like working

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The story of the sensuous six yards

5 months....as usual a long time.....oodles have happened during this period...I submitted my thesis on 16th December, 2011 (groan! no more hilarious Ph.D. comic scripts now). The new year brought a new surprise...my status was updated from research scholar-------->Assistant Professor....yes yes now I teach undergraduate students....(I know its a shock for you...it was an even bigger shock for me....ME.. A....T-E-A-C-H-E-R)... While starting out work there I realized it was very tough for me to establish myself as one cause I looked no more than a student. Today 4 months into the profession .......4 months of desperate attempts to look like a prof.......I was staring into my wardrobe when my eyes stopped over the pink coloured long cloth.....and I recalled what dadi (paternal grandmother) told me '.....saree is the most sensuous dress in which you can show all and hide all....'. With westernization creeping up all aspects....lifestyle, wardrobe...most of the women of young...

....the doorstep

...the doorstep again...she's been there...and she is here again...but alone. The picture on the other side is foggy...She looks back longingly..unwilling to let go of it......but no one is letting her live it. Again she feels the seering pain shoot through her. She closes her eyes tightly till tears escape. 'It will pass..it will pass ' she chants. She is breathless but slowly she feels the pain subside. 'Should I see a doctor? But what will I tell him?' She checks again, but cannot locate the source of pain. How tired she is...rest seems at bay. She is massaging her head slowly...damn! of course she will never find the source of pain......it is not physical. She sits by the side of window and recalls...never a popular child...known only for her chubbiness she cringed at the thought of a big gathering where she would be the butt of their jokes. The best escape was to bury herself in books..atleast she would find solace in their silence. In no time she was popul...

.....captured moments......

'.........Aeshna I was just going through your photographs..........you seem to party a lot...', '........wow Aeshna Ph.D. seems to be suiting you, you seem to be enjoying a lot...' these are the comments that I hear from people around me....and I donot disagree....... have a look at my captured moments, they present the picture of happiness and fun. Life is meant to be lived in moments... the beautiful moments that touch you for just a while and leave their lingering taste in your mouth.....Mmmmmmm........close your eyes and encash those moments. I must say from the time I have started salsaing, I remain happier, it helps me live with the stress. I have the passion to dance, salsa moulds my passion into rhythm; my wild moves into poise. A discipline to channelise my negative energy. Thanks to salsa I have also come across beautiful people who teach me that life can be a pleasure to live. Two years down the lane I still get up in cold sweat wondering what will happen to...

My life in a glimpse

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