Month: February 2013

First Love!

Such a fragile thing
Wraps you around with its warmth
A wonderful feeling
Shared by two
Such a fragile thing
It starts to crack
It fades away
Pain is felt
Death is caused
Such a fragile thing

Gonna start my 6th story-” My first love” a pure romantic one this time 😀


I hit wall

Stars are circling my head.I’m confused and dazed. A pain is shooting across the top of my head.


I’ve hit a wall. Why can’t I keep going, this wall feels like it was put up at the last minute.I didn’t see it and now I’ve crashed. I’ve gone down this way before and the road was clear. Now these obstacles in the way are making my life so much harder. What was once a clear smooth road now feels like bumps, holes and now this wall. This 20 foot wall I can’t climb it, I cant walk around it. What can I do to continue on, I feel helpless, my breath is short and my chest feels constricted. As I brush off the daze and my headache subsides I get nervous, depressed and worried will I be able to get to the other side will I have to turn back will I be stuck….


I travel…

I travel to be in the unknown.
I travel to discover the depths of my psyche.
I travel to connect with my human family.
I travel to leave materialism.
I travel for humbleness.
I travel for enlightenment.
I travel for purpose.
I travel for tears.
I travel for laughter.
I travel for love.
I travel to find home. Home in
I travel for space.
“Travel, go far away! And never look behind”
I travel for silence.
I travel in solitude.
I travel in loneliness.
I travel to find strength.
I travel in hopes of trials.
I travel to be alive.
I travel in the name of my father and mother.
I travel to heaven.
I travel to hell.
I travel for the journey, for the journey travels in me.

We’re Best Friends Gun

If I had to pick one person that I trusted with everything…my secrets, my stories, my would be Gun..Gunjan


When I call you my best friend
I mean it
From the bottom of my heart.
When I don’t give you a gift
It’s because I couldn’t think of anything
That would be worth enough for you.
When I don’t talk to you
It’s because I couldn’t think of anything worth saying
To someone so special.
And when I tell you you are my Best friend
There is never any doubt in my voice.
Your friendship
Will never be forgotten.
I will be there with you
Through everything.
I will stand by your side
I promise
That I will be
Your shoulder to cry on,
Your courage when you’re scared,
Your comfort when you need it,
And your best friend forever!


Please Pray – Bomb Blast in Hyderabad

And yet again those who feast on the pain and agony of others find themselves pleasure again!

Today! those who think it is their right to decide whats right and who’s bad, are dancing seeing the innocent in pain!

Please pray! please pray for peace… Lets just put aside our differences and just keep in mind that we are all human beings, and let us pray let us hope that there be peace! there be serenity soon again…

for these animals don’t represent any race, for these animals don’t represent any religion… there doing what they do for power and disarray…

so let us stand together and pray… lets just forgive and pray!

Dear searcher..

This is probably not very nice of me, but this is really boggling my mind.

Someone did a search on the Internet and ended up on my blog.

Hello, dear searcher!This searcher did a search for “What is a banana made of?”


This has me so baffled, I really don’t understand.Bananas are made of bananas, they aren’t MADE of anything.At least not any bananas I eat!Anyway, dear searcher, I hope you find what you are looking for.

Readers — any thoughts on what bananas are made of? Maybe I’m missing something

Dinner @ Palace


“Amazing place to stay – gives you goose bumps”

This hotel was absolutely amazing and a very romantic and memorable place to stay. Having stayed in many hotels nationwide, many hotels start to become fairly similar. However, this is a truly unique and memorable hotel. The arrival by horse and cart is a great touch. There are so many staff who are very attentive and observant of one’s needs. Everything is very professional. The historian tour is great and puts everything into perspective. The palace is a place that you would normally visit with plastic shoes on and no photos and no touching etc – but not here if you are a resident you can come and go as you please, take photos where you please, and sit where you please – feels too historical to sit there though!!


“Made or feel like royalty”

Dinner was at Celeste which of an evening serves Italian food. The chef Rajesh personally came out to greet us and to let us know that he would cook anything at all – even if it wasn’t on the menu!! and if we had a home town specialty to let him know. Amazing. The food by the way was delicious, the waiters attentive and nothing was left wanting. Returning to our room we found that the bath had been filled with warm water and there were rose petals floating in it.


“A stunning Palace -101 seats for Dinner “

Overall, this is a truly magnificent hotel, a rare chance to blend relaxation with some genuinely interesting history, and get a glimpse into the life of the Nizam, the richest man in the world in the 1930s.


“A touch of heaven”


“Wonderful royal stay at Nizam’s palace ‘taj falaknuma'”

Peacock dance

Last week, we had a trip to nearby forest. Its clean and spacious. It was a outing for my brother . It was our 4th or 5th visit.The animals are well in open space (of course, the cleanliness is not up-to the mark). The variety is also good and a nice learning experience for toddlers too.

One of my favorite things are peacocks.I find them to be such majestic creatures with this stunning feathers and vibrant colors.  Also, people seem to find them so inspirational!

I was waiting for right moment from last 6 months for peacock to dance.This Saturday finally it happened.I was so  fortunate to see the peacock dance in its full glory. Sometimes, it takes a lifetime to see the scene of the peacock dancing in front of their eyes.I don’t know if you can make the peacock dance at your will. That time it was a bit cloudy with the imminent rain and this made the peacocks sing and dance in its full glory.

For all those, who haven’t had a chance, here are some of the photos.


Colors so vibrant, colors bleeding the truth, colors that scream with every shade and hue… Colors so intense that the eyes cannot see, that the brain cannot comprehend and the thoughts cannot be free. A feeling like these colors, painted on the walls slammed and dripped,dropped and spilled as the paintbrush falls. Ranging from the blues to the deepest forest greens, my emotions fill this void to cover black and white and the blank space in between. So quickly, how quickly can things change? Suddenly those blues and greens become a whole new range, these colors change from cool to hot, to burning like the sun, and as I sit and simmer here its only just begun. These colors here that fill me now, that block and fill my eyes are flowing over in my soul and filling out my cries.

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Thank You to my FOLLOWERS


I wanted to send a special Thank you to my followers! You guys are so wonderful, I appreciate you taking the time and looking at my pictures and posts. I enjoy each and every one of your blogs as well. You are all so unique and have an individual way of looking at the world.

It has always been a goal of mine to try and see the world through as many eyes as I can. I love how you all see the world and how you express it though your art and writings.

When I started I had 0 followers and today I have 52 in 40 days. It does not sound like that much but to me it is.

So from the bottom of our hearts Thank you all so much! I look forward to all of your new posts!

Happy creating to you all!

Madhu Kalyan(someone2b4u)

Little voice in your head?

All human beings have a little voice in their head that tells them what to do and usually it’s wrong. Like all of us, we don’t follow our hearts or guts, we keep listening to the little voice and we end up doing something wrong that it’s so hard to get out of. When the day comes that we actually want to listen to our hearts, the little voice turns to you and say: ‘NO, you can’t do it, you won’t be able to handle it, or you will never achieve it.’


Well, I have one of those little voices in my head telling me what to do and I actually have a conversation with it in my head and it really makes me angry and frustrated. I feel like it brings me too many problems and negative thoughts, and I hate its constant cocky attitude and telling me what to do.

I know what some of you will say, that it’s just my brain and that I’m making this entirely up. Well, I’m not and we all have the little voice, just some are not aware of it. It’s our conscience, our moral compass; it provides encouragement and words of warning. Some voices are quiet and only pop up when needed. Others are blabbermouths who never seem to ever shut up.

My little voice is quite a chatty one. Always going on and on about things, over thinking things, over analyzing  self-conscious, and second guessing. Recently, the little voice has become worse like it’s been on overdrive. Stress makes it even worse, because being busy with my PGDM(MBA)studies, working in between, having awful loads of work to be done, stress builds up. When I’m busy with a tech stuff, the little voice will continue to bother me. It will keep me out of my work, telling me ‘you are tired, leave the stuff for tomorrow’ or ‘no, the stuff is not up to standard, do it better.’

I know that I’m not alone. There are plenty of people who have a little voice shouting somewhere in their heads. Many people struggle with their little voice, which ends up in depression, anxiety, anger, frustration and many other things. Just to let you know, you are stronger than you think and you should take charge of your own life. One of the best quotes that I found was: “You’ll probably never have a completely quiet mind, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t have a quieter mind.” By taking charge of your own life and doing things your way, you can tell the little voice to shut up.

As I was writing this, my little voice was second guessing me whether I should publish this post onto my blog or not. I’m thinking of what other people might think of this post, will they like it, what type of comments will they leave? Gosh, just shut up little voice and click the publish button.