Of a spirit called Christmas!!

You better watch out

You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list

And checking it twice;

Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!

Of lights, decoration,chocolates,turkey,cookies,movies,sales,presents,colors and a spirit called Christmas. A foreign land, snow landscaping the view in a stunning white blanket, the local councils decorating the town in a shade of Red and hues of golden, every store with a Christmas window display, smell of fresh bakes cookies and cakes filling up every senses in your body, eyes going wide with the ostentatious displays, ears ringing with the xmas carols on every corner and all little windows in littles houses twinkling with streamers,toy trains and tastefully done Xmas trees.

The Christmas day itself is another story in itself, on christmas eve the family delights on the meal which includes a Turkey waiting to be carved with sage and onion stuffing generally served alongwith, pork sausages covered in bacon,roast of some kind, savouries like mince pie, scones which are delicately sweet, skewers of chicken, brussel sprouts which is a kind of green veggie, traditional Christmas cake or pudding and a trifle which is a dessert which has various layers of chocolate,cream,sponge cake,raspberries or cranberry sauce, the menu sure sounds enough to feed an entire army but every inch of dinner table is occupied by some dish. The food is served in silverware & christmas crackers are opened, Christmas crackers are long tubes, wrapped in bright paper that has been twisted at each end. A person pulls on each end of the cracker and when the cracker breaks, the contents fall out. Christmas crackers traditionally contain a paper party hat, a small gift, a balloon and a joke or old saying. The jokes are generally old ones, and most Britons will recognize them instantly, since the same jokes have been used for many years in Christmas crackers. It’s part of the charm.Everybody donnes the Crown that drops out of the cracker.

and then you lay out some milk and cookies on the table near your stockings to wait for Santa to fill them up!! Ho Ho Ho !!

Merry Christmas !!

Of snow and sniffles

My first brush with snow fall, it was magical,almost felt as though candy floss was flying from the sky right onto our heads & melting even before it hit the grass. It made me feel as though there were flakes of dandruff falling all over, funny but as gloomy as i had thought weather would get it had the exact opposite effect on me. It was one of the happiest moments, its rain but without the muck at least with the first snow. Everyone walking about in the freezing weather look like steaming kettles of tea with steam whizzing out of every nose and lips which even quiver as they speak. Its a true beacon for Xmas converting us into part reindeer with a right red nose and brings a shade of pink on every shade of skin you might think of. They say the worst if yet to come, the winters would get harsh, the fun & enjoyable snow will turn into the horrors of iceland, i just silently pray that with the dropping temperatures somehow i can gather the strength to face & write about the Winter in its full bloom

yaad watan ki mitti

i guess this is one of the nostalgic moments in my life which are rare..like big boys dont cry..big girls dunt cry either..lolsss. i ve habit of editing, re editing and going nip snip snip on my blogs. I ve always been quite attached to the idea of writing a diary since i ve been a kid but somehow i ve not associated very good memories on the storage of those diaries which eventually led me to stop writing them. I bought myself all the strength i could muster to start writing a blog which could be my alternative to writing my diary but i handed out the address of my blog to my frnds and at times i dont feel comfortable exposing my feelings, maybe its that weird feeling where you are letting your guard down and gets you uncomfortable.Why is it so difficult to open up?? or just to be urself?? wat is so mentally restricting which prevents me to rite things which are weird maybe and at times they dnt even make sense,the sentences are not even fugue which the psychoanalyst talks about..but i wish i could be a counselor myself..hush so many wishes..so many uncertainties. Thats the fun of riting something so abstract like this..like an abstract art,this is my abstract article..and in the back ground i think of my friend if he would ve been around, would ve given me some philisophical advice of how mad i am and how idiotic i do some things though i dunt come across as someone who would do that.. i miss u,,..i really do