About Me
- chital_phenomenal
- Worcester, MASSACHUSETTS, United States
- Hi guys out there! Well, stories have been my first love because they make life. We all have stories to talk about, stories untold, stories locked in our hearts. I have been writing stories ever since they influenced me. Here I am with three fiction novels in my kitty. If you have a story you want to talk about, you can always write to me. Here you'll find my blog posts too which are sometimes funny and stupid because I choose to write what prevails within me. About me on a personal note: I love to write at any time. Some day, I want to be the person who creates a tiny difference in the book world. Apart from that, I do have common interests just like anybody else with an extra tint of passion for books. You can always write to me here chitalmehta1987@gmail.com or check my website here - www.chitalmehta.com
Saturday, July 10, 2010
MIss u....
"When you are far from me, I really think of you..and I am thankful to God that I can taste the taste of missing you"
Friday, July 9, 2010
Finally, in love...
I hated chennai when I first came here. It was just not the place I had ever dreamt of coming. Being smitten by the larger and more happening metros like b'lore or mumbai, I just felt Chennai was just like any other normal town. The only difference being, Chennai was just super huge with nothing great around. Atleast, that's what I have always thought about Chennai.
The long distance travel across the city through buses and trains was maddening and I always wondered why were metros this massive. But I do accept that metros are always huge but then the others metros always have something new to offer or so I assumed.
And so it went that I realised at one point that I would't miss Chennai a bit if I had to ever move out. 'The place sucks big time', I told my friends so that they would't have to out up with my misery.
I hated everything, the food being number one which would'nt have been much a prob if I were a south indian hogging over rice but rice just seemed to be another dish I detested.
Next, people. I was shocked when I discovered that Chennai, in many areas, was still as conservative as the smaller towns. They still held up to their values which bored me to the core.
An awful climate added to this was just enough to drive me nuts. At the end of my one year stay, I had decided ' I would never settle in Chennai, I really gotta get outta here'.
All things said and done, as life went, there came a gradual acceptance from me towards the city or may be the city had finally accepted me. What followed later was truly magical. I slowly found myself looking at it as my second home (first being my parent's place).
And even if I had to be out of town for a few days, I would eventually be looking ahead to get back to Chennai. I am not sure what is it but there is a strange friendship between me and the city, despite the bad climatic changes, despite the heavy downpours, despite the daily-same-dish-rice, despite the conservativeness, I had begun to respect Chennai for what it is.
I think I have finally fallen in love with it after I let the city offer me with all it's richness and love.
The long distance travel across the city through buses and trains was maddening and I always wondered why were metros this massive. But I do accept that metros are always huge but then the others metros always have something new to offer or so I assumed.
And so it went that I realised at one point that I would't miss Chennai a bit if I had to ever move out. 'The place sucks big time', I told my friends so that they would't have to out up with my misery.
I hated everything, the food being number one which would'nt have been much a prob if I were a south indian hogging over rice but rice just seemed to be another dish I detested.
Next, people. I was shocked when I discovered that Chennai, in many areas, was still as conservative as the smaller towns. They still held up to their values which bored me to the core.
An awful climate added to this was just enough to drive me nuts. At the end of my one year stay, I had decided ' I would never settle in Chennai, I really gotta get outta here'.
All things said and done, as life went, there came a gradual acceptance from me towards the city or may be the city had finally accepted me. What followed later was truly magical. I slowly found myself looking at it as my second home (first being my parent's place).
And even if I had to be out of town for a few days, I would eventually be looking ahead to get back to Chennai. I am not sure what is it but there is a strange friendship between me and the city, despite the bad climatic changes, despite the heavy downpours, despite the daily-same-dish-rice, despite the conservativeness, I had begun to respect Chennai for what it is.
I think I have finally fallen in love with it after I let the city offer me with all it's richness and love.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
of text messages n smileys....
When I entered the teenage phase of text messaging, almost all of my messages ended with a “take care, miss you dear” even when I didn’t mean it. My hands would automatically type it as of it were a form of saying goodbye. Even people texting me back used it often that I really didn’t care whether they meant it or not.
But lately there have been moments when I really want the other person to know that deep down I care for that person, that I really worry for the, that I want that person to be fine in whatever situation, that when I say ‘take care’, it’s like asking that person to safeguard themselves so that I can stay worry free. Because of the distance and time constraints these days, it’s impossible to meet your friends, so it’s obvious that we all tend to rely on the most attached-to-human gadget, the mobile.
You can’t see the person but we have adapted ourselves to express our emotions through calls and messages and smileys which can talk a million things about how you feel. It’s almost magical how much a smiley can express what you want to convey.
It was only when I wanted to express my deep felt feelings to the person sitting miles across from me, did I understand that text messages are not just text messages. They are the stuff that are formed by your emotions which are transferred into text to be told to another. Messages tell a million things about what you feel and think.
Well, I have made it a point not to take text messages for grant cos when I say ‘take care’, I really mean it; I really want you to take care of yourself for me. I have changed my perspective of thinking that smileys and messages are for time pass cos they are the stuff that tells the other person that I am thinking of them right now.
Cheers to be a part of the text messages and smiley cosmos….
But lately there have been moments when I really want the other person to know that deep down I care for that person, that I really worry for the, that I want that person to be fine in whatever situation, that when I say ‘take care’, it’s like asking that person to safeguard themselves so that I can stay worry free. Because of the distance and time constraints these days, it’s impossible to meet your friends, so it’s obvious that we all tend to rely on the most attached-to-human gadget, the mobile.
You can’t see the person but we have adapted ourselves to express our emotions through calls and messages and smileys which can talk a million things about how you feel. It’s almost magical how much a smiley can express what you want to convey.
It was only when I wanted to express my deep felt feelings to the person sitting miles across from me, did I understand that text messages are not just text messages. They are the stuff that are formed by your emotions which are transferred into text to be told to another. Messages tell a million things about what you feel and think.
Well, I have made it a point not to take text messages for grant cos when I say ‘take care’, I really mean it; I really want you to take care of yourself for me. I have changed my perspective of thinking that smileys and messages are for time pass cos they are the stuff that tells the other person that I am thinking of them right now.
Cheers to be a part of the text messages and smiley cosmos….
Sunday, February 28, 2010
The Sinner of The Forgiver?
When I first heard of the infamous tiger Woods scandal, only curses for the golfer came out from my mouth. I wondered how on earth a person could have this much of filth in his head. Had he realized his enormous celebrity power, would he still have chosen to step on the line of temptation? I do agree, if the same incident had occurred elsewhere in another corner of the world with an ordinary man, it wouldn’t have caught the media’s attention. But Tiger Woods is no ordinary human being; he is worshipped by millions of people all over the world which is why the scandal seemed to have shaken trust in the golfer. The impact has been so bad that most of the brands to which he was an ambassador cut off all ties with him owing to his personal life which had sunken.
The media had thoroughly scrutinized on the spoilt remains of Tiger’s extra martial affairs. Like many other people, I felt Tiger was stupid to have done something like this even after reaching the heights of glory and having a wonderful wife with two kids. But life doesn’t have the same definitions for all, for it differs from me to you to him.
As time passes, things and events are long forgotten but the scar remains forever, the damage is done forever. As humans, we are prone to make mistakes, some forgivable, some unforgivable, some that affects us and some that affects others. But a mistake is a mistake which cannot be undone, cannot be repaired but there is one thing that sill gives hope. Realization. Being aware of how bad a mistake of yours has affected another and asking forgiveness for the same, is showing that you do know how bad it has impacted the other person.
Tiger Woods’ Apology :
“I stopped living by the core values that I was taught to believe in. I knew my actions were wrong, but I convinced myself that normal rules didn't apply. I never thought about who I was hurting.Instead, I thought only about myself. I ran straight through the boundaries that a married couple should live by. I thought I could get away with whatever I wanted to. I felt that I had worked hard my entire life and deserved to enjoy all the temptations around me. I felt I was entitled. Thanks to money and fame, I didn't have to go far to find them.
I was wrong. I was foolish. I don't get to play by different rules. The same boundaries that apply to everyone apply to me. I brought this shame on myself. I hurt my wife, my kids, my mother, my wife's family, my friends, my foundation, and kids all around the world who admired me.
I've had a lot of time to think about what I've done. My failures have made me look at myself in a way I never wanted to before. It's now up to me to make amends, and that starts by never repeating the mistakes I've made. It's up to me to start living a life of integrity.
I once heard, and I believe it's true, it's not what you achieve in life that matters; it's what you overcome. Achievements on the golf course are only part of setting an example. Character and decency are what really count.”
I wouldn’t agree that because humans are prone to making mistakes, everything can be forgotten. No, that isn’t happening until realization dawns and draws hope for new horizons. I wish to take back the words I used to describe Woods right after the scandal.
All those out there who commit mistakes need a chance, a chance to prove that things will not fall apart again. I think people do deserve a chance!
The media had thoroughly scrutinized on the spoilt remains of Tiger’s extra martial affairs. Like many other people, I felt Tiger was stupid to have done something like this even after reaching the heights of glory and having a wonderful wife with two kids. But life doesn’t have the same definitions for all, for it differs from me to you to him.
As time passes, things and events are long forgotten but the scar remains forever, the damage is done forever. As humans, we are prone to make mistakes, some forgivable, some unforgivable, some that affects us and some that affects others. But a mistake is a mistake which cannot be undone, cannot be repaired but there is one thing that sill gives hope. Realization. Being aware of how bad a mistake of yours has affected another and asking forgiveness for the same, is showing that you do know how bad it has impacted the other person.
Tiger Woods’ Apology :
“I stopped living by the core values that I was taught to believe in. I knew my actions were wrong, but I convinced myself that normal rules didn't apply. I never thought about who I was hurting.Instead, I thought only about myself. I ran straight through the boundaries that a married couple should live by. I thought I could get away with whatever I wanted to. I felt that I had worked hard my entire life and deserved to enjoy all the temptations around me. I felt I was entitled. Thanks to money and fame, I didn't have to go far to find them.
I was wrong. I was foolish. I don't get to play by different rules. The same boundaries that apply to everyone apply to me. I brought this shame on myself. I hurt my wife, my kids, my mother, my wife's family, my friends, my foundation, and kids all around the world who admired me.
I've had a lot of time to think about what I've done. My failures have made me look at myself in a way I never wanted to before. It's now up to me to make amends, and that starts by never repeating the mistakes I've made. It's up to me to start living a life of integrity.
I once heard, and I believe it's true, it's not what you achieve in life that matters; it's what you overcome. Achievements on the golf course are only part of setting an example. Character and decency are what really count.”
I wouldn’t agree that because humans are prone to making mistakes, everything can be forgotten. No, that isn’t happening until realization dawns and draws hope for new horizons. I wish to take back the words I used to describe Woods right after the scandal.
All those out there who commit mistakes need a chance, a chance to prove that things will not fall apart again. I think people do deserve a chance!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Music for soul
Music, I have come to believe, is a great healer for the mind and heart. One for the oldest forms of art, it is but a great oceanic creation. It is almost magical what a beautiful piece of music can do to your senses. It can lift your mood no matter how low you feel, how lost or bad you feel. It transforms you to a completely different cosmos where you are only what you want to be. The transformation is a mesmerizing experience, one that pulls at the strings of your heart.
Have you ever thought of how wonderful is the world of music? The music which seeps into your ears trying to arouse a thousand different feelings in one moment is purely a moments of bliss. It allows you to relate your concerns, worries, feelings, expressions and hesitations through music. So, never lose interest from music for it speaks your heart.
Have you ever thought of how wonderful is the world of music? The music which seeps into your ears trying to arouse a thousand different feelings in one moment is purely a moments of bliss. It allows you to relate your concerns, worries, feelings, expressions and hesitations through music. So, never lose interest from music for it speaks your heart.
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