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You never really understand a person til you've walked a mile in their shoes..I'll loan you mine so you can see the world as I do

I’d give up forever to touch you cause I know that you feel me somehow December 1, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Vaishali @ 8:13 pm

Iris – Goo Goo Dolls

I’d give up forever to touch you

cause I know that you feel me somehow

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be

And I don’t want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

Cause sooner or later it’s over

I just don’t want to miss you tonight

And I don’t want the world to see me

Cause I don’t think that they’d understand

When everything’s made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything seems like the movies

Yeah you bleed just to know your alive


Apples and Oranges November 29, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Vaishali @ 10:00 pm

I’ve heard this saying all too often, “you can’t compare apples to oranges“. What exactly does that mean? More importantly, why am I thinking of this. As with most great epiphanies this too came at a very crucial..hmmm moment whilst in the hot steamy shower that did more than just open the pores and nasal passages. It opened up my mind to some fairly useless thoughts and questions about the universe. One, being the subject matter of this blog.  Going back to the original though. When all else fails, I do what all of us do. No silly, YOU don’t have your very own Michelle , the walking plethora of knowledge, as I do.  O.k, when SHE’s not around, I as you, “Google” things. Just because I  wanted a more credible source than Wikipedia, I scrolled to the third search on my page, Askville.Amazon.com! According to them:

“When things are compared, they should at least fall into the same category.  Apples and oranges are very different from each other”

Which is further confirmed by going back to the first search shown , Wiki itself

Apples and oranges” refers to the idiom“comparing apples and oranges” or “apples to oranges”, which is used to indicate that two items or groups of items cannot be validly compared”

Why I ask Why are they not comparable! Is the apple not a fruit just as an orange?

Does the orange not have a peel and seeds like an apple? Do the two not grow on trees? Does the apple not contribute to a delicious Appletini as the Orange to the Citron Vodka? Why then do you people continually say the two are not similar in any way. SOB!!! Why for centuries have the two not been allowed to come together as one to become an  Apprange  or perhaps an Oranapple! It’s as if the star-crossed Rome and Juliet have been re-incarnated in these 2 fruits that are never destined to be brought together without scorn ! It’s a crying shame that in my lifetime , I have to hear these sad, heart breaking, soul wrenching words ” It’s cuz I’m an orange…huh? That’s why I have to sit in the back of the bus and why your father won’t let me marry you” .



A Little Piece of Heaven November 21, 2010

Filed under: Dreams/Hopes/Desires/Wishes — Vaishali @ 7:00 am

I’m on a mission to find ethereal happiness and a little piece of heaven on this side of the Pearly Gates…. Behold below, the treasure I speak of:

Brownie A’La Mode


Serendipity November 4, 2010

Every once in a while I’ll hear a word that intrigues me. Perhaps it’s the sound of it, the way it rolls on my tongue, the meaning of it or the spelling of it. Whatever the reason is for me to be drawn to a particular word, I always find it interesting to see how I can integrate it into my life. Like my friend Barbara said, “there are no accident”. Nothing happens without a reason in our life. That “word” came into your life, your sight, within your hearing range for some reason.  To you naysayers and non believers, it is a sign!

My favorite word in the English language is ~ Serendipity~. It has such a melodious sound to it as you say it. When I further looked into the meaning of it, it only made me love the word even more.

ser·en·dip·i·ty [ser-uhn-dip-i-tee]
1. An aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident.
2. Good fortune

And my favorite definition ~ A fortunate accident~

Once I became aware of the existence of such a word, it seemed as if “serendipitous” events, stories, and the word itself jumped out at me at every opportunity. The silliest of these signs came to me when visiting Pier 39 in San Francisco. Walking along the pier , I was dreamily reading the names on the boats docked in the harbor. I’m fascinated by so many things in life ~ including trying to figure out how someone perhaps came  up with the name inscribed on their boat. Lo and behold….what do I see? A boat named Serendipity!


I learned that there was a movie with this title.A story about 2 strangers that meet for the first time. They sense a definite attraction between each other. Sara is a big believer in “meant to be”, and when she gives Jonathan her phone number only to have the wind blow the number from his hand, she sees this as a sign that the two of them are not meant to be together – at least not right now. These complete strangers in true Hollywood style test each other with events that will bring them together if it’s meant to be. The title was derived from the Restaurant in New York named Serendipity3 ~ Yet one more “sign” . I’ve developed quite an obsession with wanting to visit New York City for the sole purpose of going to Serendipity 3 . School girl silliness ? Perhaps! It is what it is !


I found it to be quite a coincidence that this movie was very similar to my favorite Bollywood flick ” Dil To Pagal Hai”, A  story about Pooja and Rahul. She believes in love and that God has predestined our soul mates for us, but Rahul is skeptical about love and laughs it off.  Through a series of events that bring Rahul and Pooja within in seconds of meeting each other on numerous occasions, they do in fact finally meet when the “time is right'” and the story unfolds in a very serendipitous way from there. I’ve replayed a line from this movie hundreds if not thousands of times in my head as a form of keeping the hope alive that love does exist in this tangible, real world as well in the ethereal world of our dreams.  Kahin na Kahin, koi na koi, har ek ke liye bana hai” ~ translated, Someone, somewhere is made for you!

With the existence of this word in my vernacular, I found that I was now starting to see events in my life in a completely different perspective.  You could say that at this point in my life, the glass is half full! With this revelation, I also discovered that not getting what I wished for, wanted, or had my heart set on was perhaps a blessing in disguise. A blessing that is leading me to a path in my life, personally and professionally speaking, to where I’m meant to be.  Perhaps this belief in Serendipity will in turn be the catalyst that is the driving force to stumble upon a fortunate accident of my own.   Serendipity ~ ah, how sweet she sounds ~



Really??? October 23, 2010

Filed under: Musings — Vaishali @ 12:15 am

“I come here to find some comfort, solace and guidance in times of “those days” . I suppose I turn to this space as my secret cove in which the “icky, girly, eww how dare I let myself feel like this” … Really ? What the hell was I on when I wrote that? This is obviously not one of “those time” that weepy whiney woe is me is self reflecting on anything other than what kind of garbage I write sometimes. Then I have to take a deep breath and remember….yes, I’m actually a pretty nice person 95% of the time. It’s that 5% that’s perhaps contributing to the major reason of my singledom….Ok realistically, maybe 1.5% and the remaining is a conscious choice to not want to put up with anyone’s moods except for my own. Frankly, that’s all I have the patience and energy for. As much as this blog is a forum for my otherwise sweet sensitive self’s weirdo , girly, daydream fantasies of skipping happily through a field full of flowers; emulating the prozac commercials, I’ve decided to give this blog yet another tone ….. eh, every once in a while anyway. We’ll call this the ” I’m not feeling the social filters work and would rather be stomping on the flowers in the field than skipping among them so I need to vent” blog. I suppose just as sappy me finds the nice tone blogging therapeutic, so does the ” I’m just not in the mood for shit” me finds it just as therapeutic.

We’re all allowed to have moments in life that the nuances of the world just add up and you just don’t have the positive energy or patience to deal with it. And that’s ok. It’s all part of being human. Granted, not everyone is out there ranting and raving about their every thought , but I suppose that’s what makes them them, you you and me me. Individualism is great isn’t it ! I’m not here trying to voice my thoughts and feelings to the world because I care what you think , I know sorry, harsh; I’m again, just using this as my media to release the emotion. Don’t sit there and judge me because I chose to do this rather than go smoke a joint, go for a run, sing a song , talk to a therapist or punch the first person who walks into my office or whatever else it is that people do. This is what I do! Get it!

Whew…that felt a little better! This….this blogging the mean away could be a good thing. In fact, a great thing as some people who should not exist or be allowed to procreate will actually continue to do so rather than me intervening in that process. Yes…it’s a good thing. All joking , or not, aside , at the end of the day, it comes down to your attitude and perception of the situation you are currently in that’s contributing to the feeling. Whether it’s good or bad. In spite of the venomous post, I do make a conscious effort to keep in the back of mind this very thought. I am very much of the belief that you should look at a difficult situation not with the mindset that ” how can things get any worse?” rather look at it with the mindset of ” it’s bound to get only better!” I know, a total twist from where we first started, right? That my friends , is why I write. It’s like some people relate to talking to a friend. Sometimes it’s easier for us to sort out life questions and confusing emotions as we talk to a trusted friend. We find the answers to our problems or questions through out those discussions. Old school me would so that a pen and paper are my best friend…new school forces me to say my keyboard , and the edit buttons are .

It’s great to write about happy , positive, I love life stories. But the reality is that life is made up of both the good, the bad, the happy, the sad! We , or at least I, need to acknowledge all elements of what makes the pieces of puzzle a complete picture. I won’t be that all-knowing, wise lady sitting atop the sanctity of a mountain range with answers or secrets of life anytime in this life by doing that, but I’ll have some better insight into myself. With that, perhaps little by little I may be able to leave a mark in this world, in whichever small way that I can.

Rest assured boys and girls, ladies and gents ~ you CAN sleep safely ,without fear of  the wrath of V coming anywhere near you and the loved ones.  Pele’s Indian sister has been calmed down with the sacrificial chocolate from the wise ones she is around.


How My Break-Up Became My Break-OVER – Nashville Single Women | Examiner.com October 14, 2010

Filed under: Dreams/Hopes/Desires/Wishes — Vaishali @ 11:40 pm

Wow…has it really been almost 3 months since I last blogged here? That’s pretty good as it seems the only time I come here is to find some comfort, solace and guidance in times of “those days” . I suppose I turn to this space as my secret cove in which the “icky, girely, eww how dare I let myself feel like this” can be spewn out in. Strangely, this is where I actually do a lot of self reflection during the time that I’m questioning the why’s and how’s of life.  In one way or another, the answers do come to me. Be it in the form of a friend’s phone call, text, email, tweet , a song on the radio or in this case, an article again from what seems like a long lost twin sister who doesn’t know of my existence. This is perhaps the 3rd time I’ve been able to get out of the woe is me mode and into the Wow is me mindset. Those that know me would probably be shocked to know that I have a sensitive and yes a very (gulp…looks disgusted) emotional side to me in-spite of the venom my exterior may portray. At the end of  the day, it all comes down to this…I’m a girl! Ok, there,I said it!

Without further a’due please join me as I share with you another article from Mandy Hale from The Nashville Examiner.



How My Break-Up Became My Break-OVER – Nashville Single Women | Examiner.com.


The divine art of letting go July 22, 2010



It’s strange how certain people come into your life in so many different ways and make an impact without meaning to , intending to or realizing they have.   One such person in my life is of all people a columnist from The Nashville Examiner , also knows on twitter as @TheSingleWoman.  She has so far published two articles that have been my salvation at the exact moment that I needed.  

This article I”m sharing today is one such gem the universe brought to my platter as I struggle once again with a tough time in my life.  As much as I try to be the pillar for my family and friends, there are times that the pillar too feels like the weight of the world is getting ready to crush and crumble the steadiness of what the world sees as a strong sturdy structure.  Today’s article is acting as the strong fast cement needed to patch and strengthen the crumbling pieces.

The divine art of letting go.