Random Quotes # 1

The 50-50-90 rule, Any time you have a 50:50 chance of getting something right, there is a 90% chance you’ll get it wrong.


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To My Dreams

Dear Dreams,

Was this a coincidence? That I had to write to you today? During the dusk of my life, you slowly peeped like the twinkling stars. Shy at first, smiling later. You shone bright soon & winked at me. You reappeared every single night after. Soon making a place for yourself in my heart. Every evening you flew into my skies like someone had released a box of floating milkweeds. While I was lost in your beauty & aspired to have you. Make you mine.

Little did I know that you weren’t as close as you seemed. There were many hurdles between us. The distance being the first one. I waited, I began the slow walk to your universe. Days, months & years passed. Through the freezing winters & scorching summers I walked. I waded through the floods and swam the oceans & finally reached the gates.

Then came the final challenge. I had to climb those tall, huge iron gates to reach you. Every time I fell I had to start from the beginning. From the bottom. Why would I fall, you ask?
Oh! didn’t I tell you? Those huge iron gates cause blisters in my hands. The iron is red hot, branding my palms with the cruel thick lines & lining my face with marks of toil & turmoil. Many manage to climb those and get across. And I believe I will too, some day.

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After all, those marks & burns make me stronger with time. And it is time for me to prepare for another of those climbing games. No huge gates, burning iron rods or time can stop me. Soon, I’ll reach you. It is just a matter of the gate.

A Dreamer

To My Parents

Dear Amma,

I know I am supposed to write to parents. But I know you need it more. You know how we worship you. And you know you are the Superwoman model – THE Supermom! I have already glorified you HERE. But it is never too much when it comes to extolling our mom.

Do you know what makes you different?

  • You trust me blindly. That trust makes me think twice before I do anything.
  • You don’t believe that a girl belongs in the kitchen. But you manage to interest me in cooking anyway.
  • I never wanted to be a housewife. I wanted to earn like you. But you told me once, that your ambition was to become an exclusive house-wife. Yet, you loved your work at office. I couldn’t help but wonder how flexible you are.
  • You said a ‘No’ to us only when it was really necessary. Your ‘No’ is rare & seldom heard. The word is so valuable that I accept it without questioning.
  • Your food is the best (Of course! Ammamma’s is too :D).
  • Your ability to multi-task, to find missing stuff, to repair anything, to touch me & say what ailment I have etc are few of your super-human powers. And they are never ending.
  • Your hug, your kiss & your lap is irreplacable though I am really bad at reciprocating the same. (Sorry about that 😦 )
  • The most important one – You are proud about your girls. You don’t regret ‘Not having a son’. When people these days worry about daughters’ marriage & how they will be relieved once the liability is over, such things don’t bother you.

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Or let me put it this way, at times you get worried. The same worry that bothers every Indian parent who has a daughter – her marriage, finding the right groom, the expense, the dowry (which is given in the disguise of religious rituals) – worries you too. But you don’t ever show it. If you ever read this letter, I would like you to know that marriage is the last thing on my mind. And even if it happens some day, that day will come only after I get my job & become self sufficient. So there is no room for worry now & there wouldn’t be any room for worry then.

About your other motherly worries, you have done well. You have done your best. Stop worrying now & hop on to my Lavy (Lavender pleasure). Let us go on a ride. Like how you used to take me to music lessons, bal vikas classes, tuitions & shopping in your Scooty, let me take you around the city. And when you suddenly point out at something, I’ll stop and buy that for you.


This post is a part of a Letter writing challenge. A letter a day for 30 days. You can read the others from HERE.

To my Best Friend

Dear ASB,

This would be our 8th year of friendship. First, we disliked each other. Then, you joined our group. The four of us – The LARKs (Lee, You, Me, Kra) – ruled the place. We did weird stuff. A BCom, an MPC, a BA & a Home Science went out for combined study. You people forced me to go for movies every Sunday afternoon. We ate weird but yummy dishes that Kra prepared. She was one hell of a cook. Remember the mixture she made using channa curry & cheese-lings!?
We secretly opened the terrace that we weren’t allowed to go to. We crawled there and sat under cover, made that milkmaid & fruits mixture – which of course! was your idea :D!


When Kra was swept away by other friends, the 3 of us fought with her saying she belonged to our group first. All other friendship had to be secondary. We were sad to leave college though none of us expressed it. We promised to stay together. The four of us were given farewell party by the sweet juniors who loved us. Our names were carved upon the mighty water tank. 😛

After all these years, I am still honored to have your friendship. I get to meet you once in a while & I thank God for that. No one has ever managed to get as close to me as you did. I have never told you, but those meetings have kept me going.

There is one important thing about this letter. I don’t know if I have told you. But many years back, in Kulwant Hall, we signed a friendship contract. I don’t remember how or why, but you were missing that day. And till today, it has not been signed by you. Whenever I saw this in my purse, I thought I should ask you to sign it the next time we met. Every single time, I forgot. But guess what? leave it. Every contract needn’t be complete. Though it was a funny thing to do & there is nothing serious about it, some things are better left incomplete.


Not much of a contract is it? 😀


Never mind that ‘Yes’. There are many stories.

Your sign was spread through all these years of our friendship. Through your words, actions, calls, texts, visits, meet ups & what not. That is more important. Love you dear. And I love your Vicks mittayi chiri. 😀 (The smile that looks like a Vicks symbol)

This post is a part of a Letter writing challenge. A letter a day for 30 days. You can read the others from HERE.