I still smile

Time stands still,

Every time I see your face,

In my heart,

The memory of you stays.

The pain has dimmed,

I guess that’s what happens when you forgive,

It what you do to move on,

And finally start to live.

I won’t say you don’t matter,

No, that would be a lie,

I can’t forget you right now,

No matter how hard I try.

But soon – I won’t miss you,

Or wish that you were here,

Because I have started to move on,

My path is clear.

While you will continue to philander away,

The rest of your youth,

I’ll look for true love,

For peace and truth.

And I’ll still carry on,

And I’ll still smile,

And one day I’ll forget you,

Even though it might be a while.


Peace out,




When people drift apart

What makes you happy?

For some…it might be power. Or money. But true happiness? Its about being loved and feeling safe. Love doesn’t have to be just romantic. It can be a friend’s love.

I’ve lost a lot of people that I used to care about down the line. And I’m just 28.

I don’t like living with regrets but then…somewhere down the line when I think of them, I do feel a little bad.

I’m talking about this one girl in particular. She was my friend back when I wasn’t even a teen. A year older than me, I really adored her and looked up to her. We used to hang out most of the time after school and I used to keep a seat for her to sit on in the school bus. :)

We were together for just a year, but we kept in touch till we were around 19. That’s when I guess, I kind of drifted away from her. We had been in the same city for over 2 years and she met me just once. I felt pretty bad.

She’s getting married now – and I came to know through facebook…you know, social media does impact our lives these days. Times are changing and in a time when we spend a lot of time connected, we are actually – really disconnected from reality. I felt bad. We were so close and right now, I have no clue about the man she is getting married to – where she works and most importantly, what kind of a person she is now.

People might think that I have a short temper or that I am impatient but I am not. I just think that in order to make any relationship – whether it is a professional one or a personal one – it takes two people to make it work. I guess I’ve also grown up along the way and don’t expect a lot from people.

But sometimes, it would be nice if people did try to make things work and stay in touch, you know? Life is too short for superficial interactions.

Over and out,

A thoughtful Ladyhawk


Pray for the world

Hello everyone!

So I’m a bit sick of Facebook and Instagram – pics popping out with people supporting the horrible incident in Paris.

I swear, there are times when I feel like deactivating all of my accounts.

What happened was terrible, yes – it certainly was. FO terrorists!!

But like a lot of people have pointed out – why do we feel sad when such incidents happen to cities like Paris but we don’t feel sad when it happens to poorer nations where people die on a frequent basis? Because – oh wait – PEOPLE DIE THERE ALL THE TIME, ITS OLD NEWS!!

EVERY HUMAN LIFE IS PRECIOUS. About time we realized that. We aren’t rats, which deserve to be exterminated!!

Here are a couple of statistics, provided by the UN , reference of Wikipedia – should make everyone wake up:









Don’t just pray for Paris. Pray for a better world and world peace – so that our children can have a safe future.

And blaming one religion is stupid – there is more to evil – evil has no religion people – wake up!!

Over and out!

A very Sad and Disturbed Ladyhawk.




Corporate life takes a toll on you.

Especially if you work long hours.

I don’t understand how workaholics do it. I guess they have some sort of a support system at home…you know to cook and clean and take care of the kids? So that all that they do once they get home is eat and go to sleep.

Selfish bastards.


I’d come home..fold the clothes, straighten out my room, do some more laundry, hang it out, cook and then keep everything away, iron my clothes.

Till one day I was like WTH?

So now I just come home, I order in from some healthy place and pretty soon I will get a dabba. No more tiring myself out. Laundry will be done only twice a week. Also, no more ironing – I give it to the dhobi.

No more exertion on manual tasks unless I have no other option. God knows my room – mate isn’t much of a help either since she also works long hours.

At least I have time to exercise and relax. Till the day when I can be my own boss. :)

Over and out people. Sweet dreams

Metro Musings

I travel a lot by the metro.

Though after the 15th of August (which is India’s national day) for those who aren’t from here…I’ve been a bit cagey about going on the metro. Bomb blasts and all of that. Security on the metro is pretty tight though.

Anyhow…the ride from the metro to my house usually takes anywhere between 8 – 10 minutes. The station where I get on…usually is SUPER crowded and making my way in is a big problem. Dunno what’s with these ladies – why they stand at the entrance so that no one can come in!! I’ve learnt how to push and shove my way through though.

I usually get a seat at the next station as 50% of the crowd gets off then. So I usually make a dive for the nearest empty space, of course with a lady who doesn’t look shady but heck, sometimes you don’t have a choice.

After this, I usually know what to do so I resort to observing the other women. Oh well….that’s how women are, we check out other women, to what they are wearing, to their hair, their make up…what fascinates me the most is their shoes. I’m surprised and sad to say this but the average Indian woman does not take care of her feet. Who am I to judge anyhow. :/

I see all of these faces…young and old. Weary and tired from a long day’s work to fresh and flushed, heading towards a date. Different people…different lives….what do they think about I wonder…do they think about stuff like me…or of a special someone…do they love their jobs…are they truly happy…but then is anyone….ah well…for those 8 minutes I realize what a big,big world we live in…..I muse away till my station comes and then I get off – happy to be home!

Over and out…