Eager Waves!

The rain falls on my thirsty core,

Singing a song that only my heart knows,

This enchanting weather so intrepid and intense,

Let my yearning explore and taste your skin.

The trees stand still awaiting the havoc,

The ground fills up with a gasping bellow,

The narrow roads are run with dread,

The heart jumps at the joy it brings within.

Watch me dance in the rain,

Watch me seduce you today,

Watch me inch closer to you,

Watch me kiss the living daylights out of you.

As I turn into a droplet amongst plenty,

Let me glide your skin when it’s dripping,

Clinging to your warm body in this cold world,

Slip into my wilderness many times over, then some more.

The way the rain melts in my mouth,

The way it makes my eyes glint,

The way it shines on my skin,

The way it veils the ecstasy within.

Dream. Dare. Explore.

If not now, when?

In the busyness of our mundane lives, amid many thoughtless, chaotic moments we forget the one thing that makes us glad to be alive - wanderlust. Travelling is a passion for many, it is a pretty decent tag to add to the list of your hobbies or impress people but how much do we even travel? I too have committed this sin of forever wishing and listing the places I want to travel to but have often listed it down on the list of priorities in the humdrum of life. Sometimes it’s the lack of motivation, sometimes it’s the lack of time, sometimes you don’t get the right company and of course sometimes it’s the lack of funds. There have been so many places on my list to visit, the lust to travel increasing as I'm ageing. I want to make many memories, share many moments, all over the world.  

The one thing that I regret is the fact that I don’t live in a very picturesque place. Imagine if you were living somewhere gorgeous. I would never have taken up any other hobby and just sat watching the beauty of nature that it bestows on a feral canvas to the world. I’m already at a point where I’ve pushed back a lot of my travel dreams because of family, friends, work or my own disposition. I always thought I’ll do it soon and look at how the time flew. Now, since most of my friends are married it’s a bit difficult to rope in the right company because that my dear friends is one of the most important prerequisites that can make or break your travelling experience.

There are somethings that we always take granted for and one that takes the number 1 spot is nature. We are so busy on our phones, or busy getting our lives together or living them that we often forget that the best way to connect with yourself is to connect with nature. A friend had been insisting for long to travel and finally I decided why the hell not. A short road trip doesn’t seem that bad. I’d never been to Neemrana and so that seemed like a good idea. This 15^th century architectural spectacle is worth a visit. The place is quite grand and even though I feel that probably winters might be a good time to visit though monsoons ain’t that bad. The edifice itself is quite grandiose and the ambience is very VERY romantic, so a must visit with your sweetie. 

Now, I don’t know why but some places you instantly connect with. Rajasthan has been very close to my heart since my childhood memories are of travelling there. Dad was posted in Bagidora for quite some years and we used to visit him during our summer vacations. I’ve been rather exploitative since I was a child and I would often get lost trying to discover the place and get lost in the mysteries that place held in its heart. I always used to go back and fantasise of how the life would have been in that day and age. Some of the best forts have been constructed marvellously under the reign of Rajputs and Neemrana after being restored to its formal beauty does justice to the architect’s vision. I think I’ve found my perfect date spot to be honest (heh). The grand structure, local markets, awesome spots to just position yourself and take in all the wonder that place has to offer is what good life is all about I guess. Beauty lies in detail and the mastery of the craft adorning this place is stupendous. Various sections of the mammoth construction leave you in awe. That’s for sure.

The day was spent in leisure though I really wanted to experience the night scene and probably a dinner or a breakfast (:p) overlooking the vastness of the scenic transcendence but that shall happen some other time (hopefully soonish). It’s just the perfect place to make moments happen. The perfect end to this day retreat was the blissful sunset that made me calm and rid my mind of all doubts. I want many more of such sunsets; I’m a bit greedy like that. Let’s see where do I travel to next because this I believe now that sometimes in order to find yourself, you need get lost.

Spirited!

I don’t think we can say that the current generation is not that into festivities. Some of my generation peeps, elder ones too are of the same purview. I have been talking about it for a very long time and I really and firmly believe it has more to do with the family you have been raised in and your own outlook towards the whole aspect as well as your religious sentiments.

For instance, I've been raised in a family where culture and festivals was and is given a lot of priority. I guess somewhere it has been inculcated into us that we should rejoice and try to celebrate each festival well be it Hindu or Punjabi or Christian or of any religion. I've been taught that you should be a part of someone's happy times and more so when they need you the most. I think it’s a wonderful concept to celebrate each festivity with a gusto, though the preparation can be taxing but at least you remember it. I feel close to my roots. I’m not a very religious person but fairly am and at times am quite liberal but knowing the fact that our culture is so rich why should we not celebrate it. I feel that when you have a family of your own, it’s all the more essential because it becomes your job to imbibe it into the next generation. How else will they know their culture, that's how so many traditions are dispersing. 

Take for instance Janmastami, I remember the craze of choosing a new attire for Krishna, going to the flower market to get flowers and decorating the house, setting up for kirtan. Playing the dholak and singing songs. The making of jhankis on the streets and we used to prep for it, all of that is disappearing. We used to collect money from the neighbourhood and in the evening everyone used to be out on the streets to watch what the kids had done. From small to huge set ups, all of it was so beautiful. There was happiness all around. Some of us still try to keep the tradition alive and I'm glad for such people. These days all you see is some set up in a temple and that’s it. I don’t know what’s so “cool” about not giving a fuck about where you come from and who you are. Are you ashamed of your culture? Is it the westernisation? I don’t really know the mindset of such people. You are morose and you drag everyone else around into the same mood. With the stress of life of course I also don’t do a lot of grand things but little things that I do seem worth it.

Yes, I want to make an effort when it comes to festivals. Yes, I do make sure that the atmosphere is lively and its fun and yes I’m proud of my spirit. I like the fact that people wait for me to come to their place so things are energised or I can provide any help in whichever way I can. Who wants to be with a gloomy person anyways. So, yeah I love to do whatever I can and is in my power to make things happen and in a good way. I'm proud of myself for that. Granted, it takes a lot of effort and a lot of expectations are built but hey, if you can make someone happy by even the smallest, tiniest of gestures, why the hell not?

Stars!

Being on twitter I’ve interacted with some celebrities, rather I do and it’s such a pleasant surprise that they are so easy to talk to. They are such amazing conversationalists, full of knowledge and of course so much creativity. They are so humble as well which has led to some truly amazing and soul enriching talks. My two favourite people have to be this director and a theater actor. It truly is amazing that these guys are so down to earth that it’s so not possible not to like them. Some good associations have been formed. 

Now out of the Indian actors I have respect for some, some I detest and some I absolutely adore. I’m the kind of person who never gets star struck. I mean they are just people who are doing their job and are popular but I think that truly if ever I will jump someone’s bones is Rahul Khanna and very closely followed by Abhay Deol. There is something just so sexy about both of them. I love them to bits. So to my surprise look what happened…(hehehehehehehe ) *blushing so much right now*

  I think this is true love :p

Cheers to a Bond!

Three modes of therapy – ALCOHOL, FRIENDS, WRITING…not necessarily in that particular order but yes they help. The best way to unwind is to chill out with the girls, talk about everything and anything under the sun or in a bar. One beer down and there you go, the fun starts. We are a crazy bunch of girls you know, pure mischief.  The never ending conversation sways between politics, to sex, to personal issues, to sex, to cheap talks, to history, astronomy, to current affairs, to office crap, to sex, to dirty talks, to religious talks, to issues, to jokes, to sad talks, to aspirations, to hopes, to sex, to love, to heartaches, to fun, to happiness, to sex, to kids, to kisses, to food, to sharing way too much personal information. If anyone ever heard us (which in fact a lot of people in office do and get scandalized, we’d be perfect for admission in a mental hospital). The best time you have in your life comes when you have great friends. I like the fact that I share this personal bond no matter what our professional relationship is.

I’ve been blessed truly; and I will only thank the almighty for it. I’ve managed to accumulate some seriously awesome friends. There is a different equation with different groups of friends that I have. I’ve lost some, well guess they weren’t worth it. It’s about the bond, it’s about the care, it’s about the love and it’s definitely about the effort. Good friends are like good alcohol or good food that you need a taste of every now or then or everyday if you are lucky. This is what friendship is I guess. Being a support system, being a person you can bank on and have fun with. Friendship is about selflessness and helpfulness. It’s one of my most prized possessions.

We hardly realize how many memories we create in the process of having fun. When I look back and see the pictures or we reminisce, it is so worth it. Every single bit of it, worth it. A good time is just that. Memories that we create every single day that we cherish for the rest of our lives. This is friendship when you have weirdest of the weird conversations and then you pour your heart out, uninhibited or you end up doing crazy stunts (let's not even go there). This is love! 

 This is good life! Cheers!

Movie Date Protocol!

Movie dates can be fun, if you plan them well. I mean you have to get it right why you’re going to watch a movie or asking someone out for a movie in the first place. Is it just to get some cookie? Or do you really want to watch it? Or do you just want to spend time with each other? (aww cute). Now, since this post will or might benefit some I'll try to write it from a third party perspective. 

If she accommodates you for a movie date;

•          It might be that she wanted to watch this movie.
•      You are good company.
•      She must really like you enough to watch a bad movie with you.

So, dear men..when you take a girl out on a movie date, couple of things to keep in mind. Make a checklist in case you can’t remember this:

1.  Always ask the girl what movie she wants to watch. Advantage – you can guess by her choice what her mood is. Also, you get to know what her genre is.
2. Never be late for a date.
3. Choose the seats well. They should be appropriate as per the movie and the time and the mood. 
4. If she's with you, make sure she knows she's with you. A hand on the lower back while guiding her to seat ALWAYS works.
5. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT buy chocolates for her during interval time. I mean what are you, five? She’s come from work, especially for an evening/night show, she probably is hungry, GET HER REAL FOOD!
6. Compliment her on whatever she is wearing. She must have tried to look good even if she came directly from work. Calling her a "Russian" is NOT A COMPLIMENT.
7. When she leans into you, there’s your cue dummy.
8.  If you are holding her hand, caress it once in a while, look at her and smile to let her know you are alive.
9.  Also, dude what the fuck is 'hand on the thigh' thing. Either you are interested in grazing it or touching it or tracing it. DO SOMETHING. It’s not an arm rest.
10. Offer dinner, even though she might refuse at first but OFFER.
11.  Manners are a big thing.
12. Be interesting enough so that she does not check her phone or DO NOT CHECK your phone during your time with her. Did someone close or important die? NO, I think you can let the phone be for 2 hours. You asked her out, you shouldn't be more interested in updating your status or having conversations with your friends or strangers. 
13. DO NOT CHECK OUT OTHER WOMEN WHEN ON A DATE.
14. Dude, don’t ever discuss money when on a date or after or at all. If she is a gold digger she will never pay, if you have an issue, don't ask her out. If she is the one to take out her wallet and hell even pays a couple of times, she’s a keeper.

Thank me later and don't make her regret her decision!

The Interlude!

These eyes have glimpsed many whimpers,

Hollow when they stare in a mirror,

Bursting of ache and wails,

Cleansed pure owing to this disdain.

An ocean of salt they hide,

That drenches like barrage,

Hurling the angst out the wrecked core,

In the gloomy starlit glistening night.

Slivers of shattered delusions,

Possibilities that plummet cascading,

Absent from an exultant riposte,

A soul that drifts secluded in anguish now.

How many slashes it’ll grieve?

How many such fruitless fantasies?

How many slaughters of thy core?

How many aeons of agony to endure?

A sickly perishing heart,

Waiting to be restored,

When will the time come?

An epoch to live serene at last.

Virtuoso!

How is it that you can go through your life and not experience talent that a lot of our artisans possess? There is just so much talent in our world that it needs to be exhibited. Dastkar, an organization that gives a lot of people the confidence to showcase their art and skill. I’ve been trying to visit it since long but been unsuccessful so I just thought to myself that I’ll just go for it. So, I got up and went away to explore this mela of colours.

It seems to be a lot like Delhi Haat, with some difference, personal business that needs to flourish needs a platform. Places like these provide them with ample opportunity to do so.  A bit on the high end, but surely they do have some amazing pieces. However, it will be nice to see more of traditional craftsmanship which currently I found to be missing.

One of the things that I really enjoyed was the Nagaland dance. There is something very enchanting in drum beats and the positivity that it exudes. Ofcourse my favourite Boul was present who kept following me around.

 It was a fantastic visit though I wasn’t that keen on the stuff there. Bought this piece from a Pakistani Lady, looks quite antique which off late I’ve started digging. The tribal jewellery has some seriously amazing artistry which makes every piece unique. Most of it was just run of the mill stuff which is quite easily available at places like Delhi Haat, Pragati Maidan or Surajkund but nonetheless, an experience in itself. 

Sei la mia rosa!

There are fringe benefits to being single. Along with the freedom to do whatever you want, investing your time and care on you, exploring the world and your soul, you also get to enjoy good yet diverse company and fun times almost every day and definitely on weekends. Now, I usually take my time to reminisce before I write about my experience but this date demands an immediate reveal.

I always was of thinking that dating older men would be boring, but oh my god, I loved the whole old school approach maybe because I ‘m an old soul myself. This gentleman, a bit not in my age frame asked me out and I’m glad I accepted. The fact that he flew from Mumbai for date number 2 left me feeling a bit special. No wait, a lot special.

What adds to the charm is the brilliant pick of restaurant, this amazing Italian joint, especially for a non-Delhite, left me in awe. The man likes to do his research and knows his stuff. Succulent food, alcohol free night was actually quite a change of scene. The best part though is the no risk, no games, no ego battles, zero show off, just good vibes and hearty company. The conversation flow is like wine pouring effortlessly from a carafe. The amount of travel stories this guy has is amazing. Such rich experience and amazing insight that keeps your interest peaked at all times. 

I always thought that there would be more challenges when you date an older guy but I guess the biggest perk is the conversation and the confidence especially sexual confidence level that definitely gets a thumbs up. A man with a broader perspective of life is such a turn on more so because of the fact that he is a knowledgeable and an articulate person. It was a delightful night of varied talks, hushed smiles and a pleasant evening. There is a kind of stability that comes with him, you feel at ease and totally calm ready to enjoy a great deal. The generosity, consideration and the helpful nature comes so naturally as you age to perfection I guess and the wit helps a lot. A LOT.

But the best part was the end of course, right out of the movies, a rose and some marvelous chocolates, which left me blushing. So, this is what it’s like to be courted!

Vicious Cycle!

Let me tell you this, 4 shots of JD and my mind works overtime. So, what do you do when you get tired of overthinking and over analysing a person's behaviour? Over and over, the mind just keeps working, it's like a tsunami of thoughts, words, actions, feelings, everything that keeps pouring in at the same time. I mean, how much can a person even think regarding a futile situation when one is aware of the fact that there is absolutely nothing that can be done except endure the pain inflicted upon you by someone you incidently care for, keyword being 'you'. I thought I had suffered my due share of heartbreak forgetting the one I loved. To love and begin to unlove again, that is taking a toll on me. My heart feels so smashed and cheated. It feels like a hand is trying to drown me. 

When destiny is not kind to you, all you can do is mourn and everyone tells you to just cut your losses. Unloving someone is easier though when you know they don't give a rats ass about you. When they don't even bother keeping their word. When you are treated badly. It's all in your head then you have to deal with it, find a way that works for you. When you finally realise that you were always just a play thing for them, you shouldn't even expect some peace from that person, what else can you expect? You were clearly never their priority, this level of immaturity and selfishness in a person cannot even be measured. It was forever their choice to hurt you, to get what they want from you without your sentiments in their mind. When you are lied to, cheated, disrespected, hurt, betrayed you'd think you would hate that person and yet it's so tough to extinguish the care you feel for them. The fact that you still bother for them haunts you even more since they don't even have a speck a guilt in their conscience. This is what makes you keen to get out, move on.

One day you have to realise that only you can stop the hurt. You have to console your own heart however you can because it keeps bleeding. You keep trying to stitch pieces of it together to somehow make it whole again, free again from this immense pain that you feel. You have to stab it over and over so that love that you have for a person bleeds out of you. The hope of gaining some sanity or for that matter even respect from the other person is out of the question. It's tortuous when your affection doesn't die out on its own, you have to murder it. Why? because you invested more, you cared more, you loved more and so you have to deal with the brunt of the pain. You have to train your mind to not think about that someone. You have to make all the extra effort that needs to be done in order to attain a sense of normality again. You have to distract yourself.

It's tough to survive in this world when you operate out of your heart. You learn lessons the painful way and you accept everything that the fate offers. You cannot question it, you cannot oppose it. You write your pain with the ink of tears, page after page, day after day. That somehow never runs out. Dreams turn into nightmares and it hurts so much and yet you have to keep up with life. The battle between the want, the need, the truth and your heart, is the toughest battle of all. You engage in that war alone at night when you are with yourself, your thoughts, your emotions. So, you breakdown every night and pick yourself up every morning again, piece by piece, gluing each shattered dream to survive another day with a smile of your face. 

Bonds of Love!

Rakhi is always special, infact knowing me, I consider all festivals remarkable. I don’t really know why people don’t celebrate festivities with passion these days like they used to. The younger kids are more of “khatam karo” attitude. This is who you are. There are so many memories attached to each year of growing and nurturing your bond. The whole fun of getting together with all cousins, laughter doses, new members joining in the celebrations is what makes the day so unique, there is something so positive about that. The overload of sweets, hugs, kisses, gifts (:p), I really do enjoy the spirit of togetherness.I love how our festivals have history behind them. They have stood the test of time and the longer they run, the stronger your belief grows in them. It’s just that special bond between siblings that strengthens in spite of how much you fight or get busy with your own lives.

I always wanted a brother of my own, my own flesh and blood. We are three sisters, even though that is amazing because of all the pampering, I don’t really know how it would have been if we would have had a brother. I remember tying Rakhi to dad when I was a kid, then to Krishna, but then you want a real person as a brother. Thankfully though God has been kind and given me some really good people in my life who protect me. The blood bonds may make you genetically obligated to be a family but it’s the bonds that are built on love that survive the test of time.

An Aspiration Realised!

SO SO SOOOOOO happy…just so happy….I’m officially an MBA! YEAHHHHHH BABY!

Wow, it feels remarkable to have really accomplished what I envisaged. In spite of all the privations, run of ghastly kismet, ruthless days, and arduous studies, I DID IT!! It’s just an incredible emotion. Even though I was totally dazed when I got the result, I felt gratified that I had realized my goal. Even though I have a good grade (could have done better) but nonetheless I DID IT!

It’s just this staggering feeling of triumph that shelters you and you end up ecstatic. I had a target, I achieved it, not as quickly as I had hoped but I got there. However, there is this bizarre feeling of vacuity knowing that I don’t have to study anymore (which I doubt knowing myself) but yes for the time being now I can concentrate of my life and myself the way I always thought I would.

I think this was the light, the spark, I was searching for in the darkness and I know that things will eventually turn out okay. I will be okay. The events we so desperately want to accomplish, you have to go after them with all your heart and soul. You do arrive at what you want, slightly deferred than you’d hope but you do attain it. I feel a sense of encumbrance being taken off my shoulder. Something at least has started to go right. I hope the trend continues.

Signing off for now!

R

(M.Sc, PDCR, MBA)

A Pristine Moment!

A bottle of wine left to breathe,

Resonating melody frolicking in between,
In the lovely afternoon bliss,

A clink of our glasses,

A smile that captivates.

Who keeps a count of swills?

When you are amused it seems,

Giggles and yarns all left out,

Flirty talks, caresses abound.

He offered his hand,

To sway me in his arms,

A slow song that played,

Was the absolute trice,

Of how our eyes met in delight.

A sigh escaped his lips,

A grin submerged it within,

A rough yank at his shirt,

A stroke trailing my back,

A tilt of our heads,

A lift of the chin,

A barely there kiss began.

He tasted my lips plumb,

The stout wine kindling intuits,

An appeal that sealed in all the spaces,

As his tongue devoured mine in instances.

A nibble or two, warmth spreading low,

Suckling on the sensitiveness,

Hands exploring skin,

Waiting to be one within.

Not knowing where the time fluttered,

Protected in his lingering embrace,

As his hands traced my every curve,

Out of breath, we held each other timeless.

Spiritual Healing!

There haven’t been many opportunities where I have been by myself with a happy disposition, which off late was not made possible. Once in a while you need a time out. A little bit of a space to clear your head and heart, explore yourself and the world.  Following through my will to complete my resolutions taken for this year, I decided to become my best company, spend a day by myself, treat myself good and ponder over the future while deciding to live the present.

The day trip was simply planned, of doing all sorts of touristy things like exploring the streets, enchanted by the scenic weather and filling my senses with the glorious sights and breathing in the smell of the ocean. To just be by the ocean and exploring the depths my mind along with watching waves crash and burn is calming. I decided to indulge myself and pamper all of my senses. It began with treating myself to visual delights of portraitures and history.

I’ve always speculated that there are so many ways to illustrate yourself and your emotions, be it via words, dance, art, music or any creative medium.  I always wanted to pursue some creative field but knowing my nature, I knew if I did it mainstream, I’d lose interest pretty quick. But just imagine watching the work of various artists reverberating history, sentiments, instances, places, people, landscapes, anything and everything, emoting it on a blank canvas, that’s beautiful. There is so much that captivates you. The feeling of sauntering down an aisle in a gallery full of glorious pieces of work is absolutely a great experience. Different levels of art help you explore different ambiance, experiences and reactions. There was this one painting of two lovers molding and merging into one another, that made me cry so bad that I had to sit for good 15 minutes and let it out of my system. It was just such a deep representation of love. We often express it but to see it as a picture resonating so many dimensions was truly a heartfelt moment.

Contemporary art, tradition art, sketches, you name the medium or style of painting, the place was full of it. You end up thinking about how so much of people’s perception  is associated with their art. It’s like a piece of them is left on every painting, their imprint on each drawing of theirs. As you appreciate the art, your mind travels back and tries to gauge what the thought process of the artist was at the time he created his masterpiece. Was everything that he witnessed he captured in his painting or did he imagine some bits of it?

As I advanced from the art gallery to the museum, just so much history that envelops you and  engulfs your mind leaves you in a state of awe. Experiencing your emotional reaction to just so much beauty and talent is invigorating. The visual treat is sure to leave you breathless. To study about the various exhibits showcasing skills, to be a witness of the splendors of the past and yet stand today in the present to admire them is the kind of time travelling experience I would want over and over. Even though the initial experience can be quite daunting when you take in all that you see, touch and feel which takes you back to history, yet you leave that place feeling rich.

 A quite time with myself, feeling peaceful, calmer - also one of the best therapies ever. MUST DO AGAIN!

Thirst Quencher!

Ah! Beer…that’s the first thought when you take a sip of a cool beer mug after a hot and stressful day. Good beer with some good company is the best remedy there is.

Image courtesy Google

Crafting beer is an art. There is constant battle between people who love to drink about their choice of drink. The battle of epic proportions between Beer v/s Wine v/s Whiskey v/s Scotch v/s Vodka..where does it end? Let’s talk about Breweries today.

Following in the steps of the United States, various Microbreweries have come up in India. Gurgaon has seen its mushroom growth in this particular sector. I’ve been to a winery and then now to a brewery, one thing’s for sure – you cannot surpass the picturesque view of the winery. Crisp clean air, surrounded by vineyards and you get to taste some robust wines with cute little savoury or sweet accompaniments.

Winery, St. Louis

Moving away from the scenery, let’s talk more about the upcoming and established breweries of Gurgaon. With so many selections on the list, one can be bequeathed for a decent pick. I’ve only experienced two breweries as of now and I’m already a fan. I’m partial to wheat beer, malt has a peculiar aftertaste though. With 5-5.6% of alcohol content, it seems to be pretty decent. Though the only thing that these breweries should work on is the food, music and the ambience, especially Hops n Brew. For a person to enjoy a holistic experience these are essential ingredients. The DJ was ridiculously bad, to the extent that I had to write in my song selection. The crowd was pretty mediocre, beer was okay..ish.

Hops & Brew, Gurgaon

Bronx on the other hand was relatively decent place with pretty awesome decor and ambience was pretty cool. The menu is quite a mix of various cuisines which is good since it gives one more options, though their brew wasn’t as potent as I would have liked it to be, it was still not bad. The place is definitely worth a visit.

Bronx, Gurgaon

This wonderful experience though just makes me keener to read up on beer. Cheers!

Rhythm Divine

Free your arms, unguarded, guzzle down a beer or maybe four,

Step in step, Let the music flow,

Hold each other close, dreams galore,

Groove to the sound, sway to the melody a little more,

Close your eyes and twirl till eternity,

Hands in hands, you go with the flow,

Inching up on each other,

As you move in close,

The pulse gets deafening, easing eerily to gentle course,

Just like your heart, when it indulges in a tow,

Smile at strangers, lock some eyes,

Move your hands like they crave delight,

Skin on skin, space becomes an illusion,

Hear each breath in slow motion,

Don’t capture the feelings,

Feel it through your bones,

Match the steps as the harmony flows within,

This is one of the best ways,

To heal your beleaguered soul.

Mission Rejuvenation

I am a lady on a mission. A mission to pamper myself silly. Why? Because I deserve it. So, as a resolution of my ahem ahem birthday, I had decided to gratify myself (in more ways than one :p ) but yeah I have to say that I love spa therapies. 

With the stress of life, work and love you need a breather. Yes, you do. So, I have decided to explore all sorts of massages and then review them based on quality, weirdness and the restorative properties. The regular massage, is well, regular. A lady who will douse you with oil and keep rubbing you all over (ummm) okay then!

Well, so the first option that I chose was Ayurveda massage . Kerala Ayurveda has a range of massages that cater to your various needs. There is a doctor who prescribes specific oil blends basis your condition which he checks after taking your medical history, checking your pulse and blood pressure. I got (no surprises there) a massage to relieve stress, headache and anxiety. 

So, you enter into this almost dark, slightly dingy room with zero aroma oil or incense and you are made to wear nothing but teeny tiny polyester underwear and the process begins. They make you sit in for a head massage (the traditional champi) and then two women who load you with hot herbal oil and start the massage. The rhythmic moment and the synchronicity of both the women is actually quite commendable, which you are sure to enjoy except you are stark naked and slightly embarrassed initially.

Anyway, the massage targets certain acupressure points and the run time for it is approximately 35 minutes. Following which you are made to you undergo sauna which helps get rid of the toxins. A quick shower later you are good as new. They also provide with a herbal concoction which tastes weird. A powder that is rubbed on your forehead to prevent any cold later.

All in all, I would give it a rating of 2.5/5 because I had a massive backache after that. So, more on various other types of massage later.