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The Void

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: ,

The hours go by, uncounted. The clock ticks, unwillingly. Wishing you would limbo into sleep so that it can rest too. You shift and toss around in bed. Try to shut your mind off. Remind yourself to shut your eyes too. You are falling into a bottomless pit. It is dark. Unbelievably dark. It feels like being sucked into a meaningless space, a space that has nothing except the color black.

You hear voices. In your head. You lean on the Metro door and look out towards the city lights. The chit chat of the chirpy girls does nothing to drown the voices. You plug your earphones in. The voices stop. Instead, a montage of images starts playing - replete with background music. In hapless frustration, you snap them out and swear.

The cold air hits your face. Much like reality. You close your eyes for some seconds. But you can't keep them closed for long. And then, the void again. You start to move. But the void doesn't. You are going into the center of the void. Slowly first, then faster. You want to scream. But the void clasps your mouth shut. You want to explode.....to shatter into millions of pieces, but the void holds you, till you choke.

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Reflections

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , ,

Afraid of the light.

Tired of the noises.
Uneasy in crowds.
Devoid of desires.
Indifferent to emotions.
Disconnected from the world, its people, self.

Who is this that I see in the mirror?
A reflection it seems to be of me,
Why can I not then recognize myself?


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Times...they are a changing

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

Her dad being painstakingly punctual, punctuality had been ingrained in the little girl too.


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Blinded by lights, the painter tried to shade her eyes, revealing a nude arm. The photographer, curious, stated questioningly "You never wear a watch.?"

"I don't like to be bound by the shackles of time," said she, with a half-smile.

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Observations

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , ,

Disclaimer: These observations are my observations and are thus limited to my knowledge of my world and can / should not be generalized. They may / may not be true for the entire population at large but they hold true as far as my knowledge is concerned

1. Girls can get jealous / insecure with other girls they don't even know for no reason at all. A slight glance by their boyfriend at another girl, the mere mention of another girl's name in a conversation with her guy (more so if she is someone hitherto absent from his life), the slightest appreciation of another girl by her boyfriend, the slightest appreciation of that girl by another friend (!!), can all be sources of this irrational jealousy.

2. Autowallahs ask double the fare when you are all dressed up and everything as opposed to the normal exorbitantly high fare that they ask for otherwise when you are plainly dressed. On these special occasions they finally settle for one and a half times the original high fare.

3. Naukri and chokri are not just two similar sounding words. There's much more in common between the two:

>> You keep thinking that you deserve something (someone) much better but do not make any efforts to move on, as you are extremely comfortable in/with the current one and are scared of whether or not the next one will even be worth it

>> You have this constant feeling that your efforts are not even noticed, let alone appreciated

>> Your guards go up at the very instant of a new entrant in the scene and consider him/her as competition

>> No matter how much you crib about it/her, how much you think it/her makes your life miserable, it all becomes 'worth it' at the end of the month when you receive your salary/when you receive that one hug, one kiss from her



P.S. I suddenly get this feeling that this post should have been titled "Similarities between naukri and chokri" :D

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If I were

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , ,

Haven't blogged in a long long while + Remembered seeing this tag on a couple of blogs + Easy day at office = The following:

If I were a month of the year, I'd be January - eagerly awaited for by everyone, bringing with it new promises and new hopes

If I were a day of the week, I'd be Friday - the perfect mix of work and party ;)

If I were a time of the day, I'd be dusk - that time of the day when light surrenders to the darkness around. When it's neither day nor night, quite like the much-talked about "grey".

If I were a season of the year, I'd be monsoon - the awesome-est, craziest, and most romantic season ever!!!

If I were an animal, I'd be a lioness - "For her greater strength and fierceness, the lioness is more feared by the hunter than the lion…If necessary she can become a warrior." – Abdu'l-Bahá

If I were a virtue, I'd be tenacity - not one to let go of things, beliefs, and people or be discouraged easily

If I were a planet, I'd be Venus - hot, volatile, and mysterious

If I were a liquid, I'd be Champagne - classy, bubbly, and heady ;)

If I were a gem, I'd be a pearl - pure, innocent, and honest. Not too shiny or over-offensive.

If I were a bird, I'd be a sparrow - common to the world, yet missed by those who love its chehchahat (that was tough to spell!!)

If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a violin - having an unlimited range of sounds and arguably the most difficult string instrument to play

If I were a feeling, I'd be be hope - the feeling that'll come rushing to you even when you have nothing else left

If I were a sound, I'd be the sound of joyful laughter - bringing happiness to those laughing as well as those seeing/listening

If I were a song, I'd be Panga Na Le (from Makdee) - crazy, nonsensical, yet cute and happy :tha)
(As an after thought, maybe Aali Re from No One Killed Jessica - on the basis of what others think)

If I were a city, I'd be Delhi - loud, brash, unpredictable, full-of-life, and warm - all at the same time ;)

If I were a taste, I'd be spicy - hotness that'll leave you singed ;)

If I were a color, I'd be white - the color that reflects all others

If I were a body part, I'd be the eyes - silently seeing everything and speaking only to those who understand them.....

If I were a facial expression, I'd be a sunshine smile - the perfect ice-breaker

If I were a cartoon, I'd be Goofy - the name explains it all ;)

If I were a car, I'd be a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo - extreme!


P.S. Had thought of putting up pics with this one, but stooopid blogger has a 1
MB limit. :\

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All I know is that I know nothing

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,


Thought 1
The afternoon is lazy. Everyone is sleepy or already dozing. Yet for some stupid reason we all have to pretend to be doing our job. I never bought this idea (of pretending). You notice that 90% of the people are always trying to pretend and if someone were to try to do what he/she wants to do (say, if I were to walk out from office in the middle of the day), he/she would be called a rebel. I look out of the window and realize that a gentle breeze has started to blow. I notice the trees. I notice the leave on them. They look so happy, content with swaying in the breeze. They seem to be having so much fun, just looking at their motion changes my mood. I start to feel happy for no particular reason. I feel like jumping out of the window and joining them in their dance of joy. Damn! An email pops, yo come back to the world around you, reply to it, pull out your mask, and put it on for the next job.


Thought 2
Another breath goes in vain, another second is wasted. Time goes on ticking. What am I living for? I don't know. No aim, no goal, and no desire. All the ambitions which I have seem to be planted in me by parents or society. The enthusiasm has died long ago. The will to try out new things has surprisingly faded. The innocence has been replaced by layers of hypocrisy. Life has become a race to a place that no one has seen. My desire to find meaning in life has stabbed me in the back, making me realize the insignificance and irrelevance of the life I lead. Is this life? Did we grow up to be found lost in a strange place, confused and messed up?


Thought 3
The smoke rises. The embers crackle. The heart has burned away. Yet, life goes on. Deep beneath, a kernel of hope still exists. That is what keeps me. It is all about hope, hope that drives. But, as the pendulum swings over, all I can see is negativity. How did this happen? Somewhere along the way, the simplicity of childhood, the clean thoughts have parted ways. I'm left hurtling down the highway of thought, looking left and right, looking for answers. Some of this may seem irrelevant; but then again, relevance and irrelevance, who decides what is what? Where is life taking me? Drifter? Inspired by a specific purpose? Unsettling questions maybe, but we all have to face them sooner or later. Sooner is better any day. Till then my best bet is to hold on to the hope that my heart will be replace by something infinitely better....an inspired soul.


Thought 4
My heart is overwhelmed with emotions, my mind overflowing with thoughts. I was dead scared after a long time, confused to the core. I finally managed to look into his eyes - there was a strange silence...a deep connection. That was the moment. My hands went into his. I felt a sudden rush - a kind of uneasiness, but I had never felt better. I would do anything for this weird uneasiness. What was it that was so special about that touch? I guess it somehow made me feel complete, giving meaning to my existence. Finally, there was someone who could make sense of all the nonsense within me, who could understand me. My only desire at that point was to somehow freeze that moment and remain with him - forever....


Thought 5
Your stomach starts to churn, the blood begins to rush to your brain, you reasoning power starts to diminish. You love this instant burst of energy and a maniacal urge to scream and shout possesses you. You try to bang your head on the wall as hard as you can but some lost part of your brain tries to reduce the velocity of the impact. You feel like crying. Nah! Crying is for weak people. You wish you had someone to confide in. But what do you do when your rage is directed against yourself?

Then again, you are your own best judge. You know your problems, you are logical enough to identify and solve them. So why this constant turmoil, why this never ending struggle? Your efforts to do things right do not yield the results you desire; not that they matter to you anyway. But they do matter to the people who care about you.


Thought 6
A thousand goodbyes before the eternal hello. Goodbyes, there are lots of them - planned, unplanned, expected, unexpected, willing and unwilling. Is a goodbye a form of detachment? Or does absence make the heart grow fonder? But then again how many attachments can one form in this world? And isn't it better to have a sense of detachment to keep yourself from hurting? How many goodbyes are there in store for us? What kind will they be? Shall we find the eternal hello?

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As the sun sets and rivers run rose,
And a wave shimmers over the wheat fields,
The urge to be happy rises to a troubled heart.....
A counsel to partake of life's joys,
While we are youthful and the evening new.
Because we too will move like that wave,
But it goes to the sea, and we to our grave....

(Random lines...probably make no sense....and definitely have no literature standards whatsoever...just some thoughts, some realizations, and some hopes.)

P.S. This is the 75th post on this blog. Had never thought that I could write SO MUCH crap. :)


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Come Away with Me

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

As I browse through some pictures on the Internet, thoughts whirr in and out of my mind. The mountains in the pics, the brown-earthed valley dotted with green; coupled with the lazy afternoon sun peeping in, yet playing peek-a-boo with my chocolate coloured curtains, do more than just calm my not-so-calm mind. The kaleidoscope of rich tones only sets alight a blaze of yet more thoughts.

Dreams are not ones to recede quietly into the background; they emerge and re-emerge every time the mand goes off on a short adventure. They are like those little peaks that exist but you never knew they existed till you climbed one and saw eternity almost vanishing into itself.

Sometimes I wish I were not sitting here saddled by technology and I wish it was just the guzzling waters of a river tucked far away in some fruit orchard that trickled life into me, like the dream that whir past on lazy afternoons. Sometimes I wish it was just the cacophony of grasshoppers and frogs singing soulfully to the first rains on a heavy night. And as they soak in it, that would be music to my ears. Sometimes I wish it was the tinkle in the laughter of the children that signified the time of the day as I sat in a corner brewing coffee and listening to the womenfolk share their tales. Sometimes, I wish I could walk through my dreamscapes and hold the slow flowing bubbles of reality in my hand as they bobbed up and down, collided with each other, and tottered around like a bunch of fairies on their first outing.

Sometimes I wish I owned a palatial, ancestral home tucked far inside the greens of the Kerala countryside. I would sit on a wicker chair in the verandah, overlooking the trees and the river flowing through the orchard, sipping hot tea. Mornings would be just a haze of sights, smells, and sounds....the freshly-watered rusty earth, the jasmine being strung together by toothy old women sitting in the courtyard laughing and sharing stories about the antics of their grandchildren, the steaming idlis permeating the air with a warmth that can be both felt and tasted. And as the afternoon sun would peep into the warm, mahogany-laden dining room I would traverse miles and miles, all the while lying cosily under pristine, white sheets, letting the coconut trees sweep coolness into my room, and finally awaking with a song on my lips. As the day would draw to a close, I would find comfort in the honey dripping off the branches of the immodestly green mango trees laden with plump yellow fruits. I would count the bursting jackfruits, sucking mindlessly on tamarind strewn around carelessly by the wind. And when the inky blue skies would descend, I would return to a night of sloth and Jim Reevs singing in sync with the croaking frogs and the barking wild dogs.

Sometimes I wish it was a tiny, cozy cottage tucked far away in an obscure hill-station that I could call home. I would own a little shop next door selling knick-knacks, home-made chocolate, and bread. The red door of the shop with its bronze bell and chimes sould sing a mellow song every time someone would walk in through it. Children would be running through this door to buy candy and big yellow lollipops that I had made and kept in big, glass jars on a high shelf behind the counter. Women would walk in, eyeing this city-girl humming Norah Jones. I would welcome them with a warm cup of coffee every time they walked in bringing with them a cold gust of wind to this little shop warmed by a baked brick firepace. I would listen to their woes and the occasional snippets they would allow me with soem trepidation while serving them freshly soft bread everyday. Their husbands would eye me with suspicion yet wonder what a girl like me was doing in a town like this. My golden comma of a cat would purr with sloth every time I would cuddle it in my arms. And after the children would have had their day's share of peppermint flavored candy and the women would have bought the spices lying in sacks at a corner in the shop, I would pull down the blinds and make my way to the sweet, incense-filled cottage of mine for a night of knitting and some reading. And when the local doctor would come knocking at the door to ask me out for a cup of coffee, I would bat my eyelids and say, "I brew my own."

And when reality tiptoes to the doors of my mind and knocks surreptitiously, I pull the door wide open, embrace it with warmth and quote Pico Iyer - "The best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end."

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Women Rock!

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , , , , ,

I saw Aisha. Finally. And it made me think. Yeah, a movie as inane as Aisha made me think. Now if you are over it, let's discuss the subject matter of my thoughts.

So this movie, like all stooopid chick-lit movies basically tries to tells you how incomplete, how lonesome, and how sad a woman is without the presence of a guy in her life.

True, with single hood come many insecurities, fears, and a fair amount of longingness on seeing happy couples around you...but that's all there is to it really.

With single hood, comes a lot of time for yourself, your interests, and your near and dear ones. I think it's the best times for girls who perennially find themselves in one relationship or the other to rediscover themselves.

Why is it that it is thought that a woman NEEDS a man in her life? Why can't a guy just be another character in the play that's her life? Someone, who if there, makes life a tad more fun but someone, if not there, will just be a happ/crappy (as applicable) memory.

Single women don't wake upe very morning wishing they had some guy to share their life with. Maybe women with no friends whatsoever do. But not the modern woman I know. Today's woman is capable of living her life alone. And mind youshe can not just live it but live it UP. Hell, we women don't even need you men to make babies now. Ha!

Here's to all the women I know. Single or not. Cheers! :)

P.S. Written on my cell on my way back from home, all the time stuck in heavy traffic. Feelings: to get out of the cab and get drenched in the rain dancing to the music playing on my cell. ALONE.

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Rainy Days and Sundays

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , ,



There's something about rains. Something innocent. Something romantic. Something pure.


A good dose of rains never, NEVER fails to bring a spring in my step, a song on my lips, a smile on my face.



They' re like your favourite cheer-up song. Or like that friend who makes you forget your woes in an instant. Perhaps like Ecstacy!? Better still, like a new crush whose mere thought evokes feelings hitherto unknown to you but waiting desperately to be given expression.


They are very much like a cleanser too. When the rain stops, the entire city has this glow of a newly-wed bride and the purity of a new-born. A shower in the rain ends up cleansing my thoughts too...removing all negativities from body, mind, and soul.



There are very few things in life that can beat the pleasure of those slight drizzles on your face while standing in the balcony/office door; walking down an empty road while its raining like crazy; dancing to rain instead of music on the terrace!





And the clouds!! The thundering noise that they make!!! Just the perfect excuse to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest.



The darkness of a cloudy sky is perhaps the only darkness that people welcome with open arms and hearts.

And ofcourse, with rains comes the special monsoon menu - chai, pakodas, poode, jalebi...yum yum!!

My favouirite rain song is - ab ke sawan aise barse (Shubha Mudgal). What's yours ?

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Things to Do

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels:

>> Get a check on my temper. Needed urgently.
>> Get a screen guard for my cell.
>> Call up Annie, Sonali, Kartz, Arnab, and Raj or get killed by them all.
>> Study French for the exam on 7th.
>> Study some more French for the exam on 16th.
>> Learn to drive. Properly. Completely.
>> Teach bro french.
>> Write a concluding part for Love Works (earlier fiction post)
>> Finish reading 100 Years of Solitude so that I cab start reading A Thousand Splendid Suns
>> Learn to stay quiet. Sometimes. Lots of times, actually.
>> Take up Baldie's tags
>> Figure out why can't I see pics on my blog (anyone?)
>> Watch Aisha.
>> Download songs and images on my cell.
>> Stop posting completely inane things :D :D

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Dreamer

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , ,

As I dream my way through
The white sands of happiness,
The shinig star of friendship,
The nectar of true love,
The filling of my inner vacuum,
The puzzle of myriad choices,
The sweet sense of security,
The discovery of goodness,
The joy of solitude,
The robustness of eccentricites,
The absurdities of manner,

I never want to wake up,
For reality is a myth,
And I'm living (loving?) my dream

It seems ages since I last wrote any poetry or fiction....not too great..but for some strange reason, I am inspired (as well as a little demotivated! strange I know) today, so thought of posting this....

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Worn Out

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: ,

Tagged by "The STILL Bald Guy" (:P), here's a lowdown on the 9 top most things worn by Goofy alias me.


1. The 1200 watt issmile



2. My beaded necklace (which is around my neck all the freaking time!!)




3. My eyes a.k.a contact lenses



3. Mera fresh wala deo...dunno what I'd do without it



4. Bombay bangles.....Every time I wear these...I'm reminded of my AWESOME mumbai trip. :) :)



5. My daily office footwear...gosh! how I miss my floaters. :(



6. My school uniform!! (okay....I'm running outta things now!)



7. Mere vadde waale shades. :D





Aur ni hai!!! :( Only 7 things hain. Too bored to click more pics anyway. Take up as per your wish. :)

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Audrey

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: ,

Audrey's dead.
Don't try to wake her up.
She's still crying
The songs of tomorrow,
Which when she was alive
She used to sing out aloud,
But now she sings in silence.
I want to live,
She cried in my ears,
The echo still fills my mind.
I want to love,
She pleaded through her eyes,
I can still see them burning.
But my heart's burning too.
She used to be my light,
I used to be her shadow.
We used to walk together,
In the valleys of pain and tears.
She could not take it any longer.
Me neither.
Audreys' dead.
I am dead.

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Time Pass

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , ,

God it's been long!!! Apologies to all the super cool people in Blogsville whose posts I have not been able to read for the past month or so!!! I'm really really hoping to catch up on your blogs soon!!

I have no idea where this post is going. The Bald Guy asked me to blog and here I am. I'm sorry though Baldie, I just did not feel like taking up a tag right now.

So in case you are on of those who are not on my FB friend list and are wondering where did I get lost, well, it's my job (bonded labour) that's been keeping me busy of late. Weekends, did someone say? Well, weekends I get up even earlier than weekdays to go for my early morning French classes. And then it's all really just a blur.

Oh ya!! Today there was a shooting being held near our institute. Some movie tentatively titled "Who Killed Jessica" / "System". It apparently stars Rani Mukherjee and Vidya Balan. We were coaxed into being present for a scene as journos. It was humongously irritating!!!

Movie - making is a tough task. I mean, we go into a theatre and watch a movie for three hours and sometimes even those three hours seem a burden. And here these guys shoot a one minute scene in two hours!!! I got so fed up that I ran, yes, I actually RAN away from that place when the location of the scene was to change from one room to the other.

Btw have you ever noticed that words which till some years back were thought of as abuses or swear words have now become words of endearment? Strange,no?

Anyway, The Bald Guy sent a beautiful sms today, which just has to be shared with the world at large. It goes:

I'm a lonely road of broken dreams
It's a boulevard I'm searching for.

These stars are all so dull
It's the moon that I'm searching for

Happiness is so angry at me
It's life that I'm searching for.

There is a crowd around me all the time
It's a friend I'm searching for.

My life is like a path
It's a destination I'm searching for.

Don't know what it is that I've lost
Maybe it is "ME" that I'm searching for......

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I think a lot of you will be able to identify with this. I was!!!

P.S. Sorry for the lame title. Couldn't think of anything. :D

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A Reminder of Innocent Times

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , , ,

Kshitij was confused. He normally liked to watch the sunset, he liked the pastels it generated because he knew that he would be around for the crisp new day which it would give birth to. Every sunset marked the culmination of another day in Kshitij's life but today he was looking elsewhere. He was confused because he had just finished having a conversation with his nine year old son Anmol. He had asked Anmol, quite playfully, what his ambition in life was. As a nine year old, Kshitij had expected him to come up with answers like a soldier or a pilot or any other heroic pursuit seeking to find expression within a child's mind. Kshitij remembered fondly that when he had been asked the same question , he had shouted out "Superman!" with a proud grin on his face. But Anmol's answer was different, "Investment Banker" Kshitij was surprised more than anything else. He stared at the setting sun and thought about his days as a nine year old, when dreams were utopian yet simple.

He smiled as he thought of how his late Uncle Kapoor would have been extremely surprised and maybe even a little aggrieved at Anmol's reply. Uncle Kapoor had once said "When you are five you want to be like your father, when you are ten you want to be a superhero, when you are fifteen you want to be a soldier, doctor, scientist et al. By the time you are twenty, you do not know what to do with your life and when you are forty you want to be five year old again." Uncle Kapoor was not around but his words still brought a smile on Kshitij's face.

He sighed and switched on the television. Even here his confusions were multiplied. A grim faced news-reader informed him that a certain section of the crowd had jeered at Sachin Tendulkar as he was walking back to the pavilion. He was utterly perplexed. Wasn't Tendulkar supposed to be the messiah of Indian cricket? Wasn't he supposed to be the flaming symbol of exuberant greatness? He remembered a time when he had a fist fight with one of his classmates just because the latter had said that Gavaskar was not good on the on-side. He wondered about the fickle mindedness of the people around him. Uncle Kapoor had once said, "Legends never fade away. They just reinvent themselves from time to time. You just have to wait." Yes, Uncle Kapoor still made sense.

He switched the television off and decided to check his mails. Here again his brows furrowed. He read about his cousin Ashwin who was a fourth year mechanical engineering student in 'one of those obscure colleges in Bangalore'. Ashwin had been offered a job by one of the software companies which he had readily accepted. Kshitij was surprised. What did mechanical engineering students have to do with software consultancy? How can a student who has toiled hard for four years, studying subjects like fluid mechanics, work in a software firm doing the 'donkey work' for MNCs? Uncle Kapoor had once said, "Engineers are the creators of the nation." Kshitij was not sure about the prospects of creation of a nation in Ashwin's career.

Kshitij felt thirsty. He walked to the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water. There he found his nine year old talking to his mother animatedly about 'Rang De Basanti'. Anmol was telling his mother how nice he had felt when he heard Aamir Khan narrating 'sarfaroshi ki tamanna...' "Did Aamir Khan write those lines himself? Aamir Khan is a true national hero. First he defeats the haughty British in Lagaan, then he shoots corrupt politicians and now he comes back to show how the educational system needs to be revamped. He should be given the Bharat Ratna. What does sarfaroshi mean Mom?" asked Anmol excitedly. Kshitij just smiled and nodded his head. He remembered that as a child he had a photograph of Subash Chandra Bose on his desk. He used to have long discussions with his father about the repercussions if India had gained independence the Bose way. Back then celebrating heroics was more cerebral than today where icons are selected out of the reel life. "True heroes are those who appeal to your sense and question your sensibilities," Uncle Kapoor used to say. Kshitij sighed and thought about today's times when excuses like 15th August, 26th January or an occasional movie like "Rang De Basanti" are needed to feel patriotic.

Kshitij looked at the watch and realized that it was time to take his son for his cricket coaching at the academy. His mind instantly jogged back to his childhood cricketing days. They called themselves the "Cheerful Chums". Some of them could play and some could not; but they still had a lot of fun. They played with whichever ball they could lay their hands on. They played anywhere and over any distance. And they got together to read a book about Gary Sobers whom Uncle Kapoor called the 'greatest cricketer in the world.' ever since he had read it, Kshitij had wished that he were left handed. Now his son talks to him about his thigh pad before putting ball to bat, he puts all his gear on and does a shadow practice in front of the mirror. "Why do you need all those gloves and and pads before you learn to bat?" Uncle Kapoor would have asked. But the boy went to an academy and the coach had insisted that he buy these. He had almost been talked into buying an expensive helmet.

He returned to the sunset. At least the sun does not assume the garb of modernity. He thought about his times, the innocent times when emotions, ambitions and aspirations were real and devoid of all the mundane attributes of materialism. He thought about the times when a man could choose his dreams rather than buying them.

Kshitij switched off his sunset, called out to his son and talked to him about peaked caps, sandwiches in the canteen, shirts that puff up in the evening breeze, colours during Holi, animated conversations on the way back from school, stylized radio commentary and a lot of fun. His son asked him about television rights, cartoon network, Mc Donald's, ambush marketing, sting operations, branded shoes.....and he smiled. He looked up at the photograph of Uncle Kapoor. He too, was smiling.

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Tagged.com

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: ,

1. What is your current obsession?
To lose weight!! :( :( (Though I'm not doing anything constructive towards attaining it. What?? Do you have any idea how chilly it is right now??? :|)

2. What are you wearing today?
Clothes like yesterday and the day before that and the one before that and.....

3. What’s for dinner?
Whatever it was, is in my tummy right now. :D

4. What’s the last thing you bought?
Two Orbit chewing gums.

5. What are you listening to right now?
Mom and Dad's conversation about my (supposedly)new developed lack in studies. (When it was right there throughout!!)

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?
He seems to be a real cool guy. AND he COOKS!!! *impressed* :P

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
Anywhere would do fine as long as I'm close to my near and dear ones. (Though Venice/Rome/New Zealand/Scotland would be nice)

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?
A piece of watermelon, 2 of mango, some pieces of apple and throw in a couple of pieces of cake too. :D

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Stay right where I'm in my cozy razai.

10. Which language do you want to learn?
Loads - Bengali, Marathi, Urdu, Spanish and brush up my French a bit.

11. What’s your favourite quote?
"Why do you wanna fit in when you have the ability to stand out?" (From the movie What a Girl Wants)

12. Who do you want to meet right now?
Any hot handsome hunk having a decent sized brain would do.

13. What is your favourite colour?
The colour of night, the colour of sky, the colour of blood, the colour of grass. In short - The colours of life.

14. Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.
a) Be yourself.
b) Be yourself.
c)Be yourself.

15. What is your dream job?
Dream job - nice oxymoron. :D

16. What’s your favourite magazine?
Don't read magazines anymore.

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
Clothes. Duh!

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
Red coat and yellow tie. Yeah, my taxation professor actually came to class like that once.

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
Paris Hilton

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?
The kind that suits me.

21. What are you going to do after this?
Watch a movie.

22. What are your favourite movies?
Go check my profile, lazy bums. :P

23. What inspires you?
Air, water, sky, birds, people, animals - LIFE inspires me.
Oh alright! Alcohol it is. Geez!

24. What do your friends call you most commonly?
Abe, oye, sali, some other stuff that I don't think I should write and yeah Isha too.

25. Would you prefer coffee or tea?
Tea.

26. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!

27. What makes you go wild?
Stupidity and obstinacy makes me go wild with anger and as for wild with happiness - I have no idea!

28. Which other blogs do you love visiting?
Whoever made this tag is certainly not very well versed with the concept of a PROFILE.

29. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
Gulab Jamuns, laddus and of course dark chocolate (in any form), chocolate fondant.

30. How many tabs are turned on in your browser right now?
Eight.

31. Favourite Season?
All of them I guess.

32. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?
How about a nice story? ;)

33. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?
Hurt them harder, better and longer and voila! they will avoid you. :D

34. What are you afraid of the most?
Losing those who matter to me.

35. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
OMG!!! The pimple has vanished!!!! YIPPEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! *jumps up and down in joy*

36. What brings a smile on your face instantly?
Good conversations, great music, genuine compliments, naughty thoughts, old pics, smiling kids - actually anyone smiling for that matter.

37. A word that you say a lot?
Kuch bhi!

38. What was your last FB status message/Tweet?
Memories :( *sighhhhh* :( :( :(

39. What would you do if you were made President of India for one day?
Change laws relating to commercial sexual exploitation and many other silly ones, ban the attendance requirement and make Spiltsvilla illegal.

40. Which cartoon character do you most identify with?
Goofy. And a little with Dennis at times. :)

Rules for those who are tagged:
Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.

All those who read are invited to do the tag. :)

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So You Think You Know Me?

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: ,

So I've been tagged, by Netika. And it's a tough one, for me at least. Talking is the love of my life and what better than to talk about myself! So there is hardly anything that people don't know about me. But the sweet heart that she is, I just had to oblige her. :) So here goes my attempt.


1. For the first 19 years of my life I wished I was a guy. It was only after being surrounded by some angels in college that I realized the worth of being born a girl. :)

2. My nose flares up every time I lie or try to hide something. Though I've controlled it to a large extent, it still leads to awkward situations at times. (OMG!!! I don't believe I have actually given this out on my blog!!!)

3. I HATE flowers!! I mean they are so cheesy, cliched, regular, irritating and wasteful!! The amount of land that is wasted on cultivating them can be better utilised for agricultural purposes and feed billions of empty stomachs. But no, what will people then decorate their dining tables with??
And they are so ephemeral!! How can they ever be a symbol of love?? One night stand, maybe, but love???

4. I have never had a bone broken, got stitches or been operated on. Good thing, I guess?! *shrugs*

5.I can write in three distinct hand writings.

6. My solution to all problems is SLEEP. Fight with parents, friends - sleep. Tension during exams - sleep. (Only for 15 minutes but) Feeling low - sleep. Try it out, it works!!

7. I fall in love with Hrithik Roshan every time I see him dancing in Dhoom 2 or with John Cusack every time I see Serendipity or with Brad Pitt when.....you get the drift, don't you? ;)


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The year that was....

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

As I'm writing this post on the very last day of 2009, trying to analyse whether this has been a good or bad year, all I can say is that it has been a tough year. Fulfulling in some ways and not so fulfilling in many more ways. Humans are not an easy species to be satisfied you see.


I clearly remember last year's new year's eve.....I was out partying till the wee hours of the morning....surrounded with my best pals....and some not so best pals...it was a long and hard night...one I'd really like to erase from my mind permanently....

Did lots of things for the first time, regretted doing some of them, can't wait to do some again and again, made new friends, lost some real good ones, got placed (yes! I finally managed to get through 2 days of interviews WITHOUT any horrendous stupidity), explored my city, explored another city which had been beckoning me since I don't know when (details are for another post), fought with my closest pals only to come back and form an even closer bond, applied nail paint for the first time!! (sea green!!!), survived heartbreak, prescribed for depression, came out of it, had the most fabulous internship ever, bus aur yaad nahi aa raha!! lol.

Hmmmmm, not a bad year all in all....but I'm glad that it's time for me to bid goodbye to 2009.

So alvida 2009 and welcome 2010! :)

Wish all of you a very very prosperous and fulfilling new year!

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Cliches

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

"The past three years have been a blur. For all I know the time spent at college was but a rapturous moment filled with euphoria that was too good to last..." With these closing words of the farewell speech by a final year student, the hall exploded into applause. There were smiles and there were tears, of joy I hope!

For I would definitely have shed tears at these oft-repeated words by every outgoing batch. Forget the emotional moment and you can actually laugh out loud at these cliches that have percolated through years of public disapproval of the moment of separation from the college.


Consider this: "Words cannot express the hollow feeling that is plaguing my heart right now." Can't they? Then how do you intend to deliver the rest of your speech? Through a mime, maybe!


"It seems that it was only yesterday that I was seated amongst the audience, listening to the inspiring Orientation Speech by the Director."


There! The genius has just demonstrated the hitherto unproved theories of Time-Contraction and Time-wrapping. Take that Einstein!


"Thank you, dear teachers, for having guided us throughout the our management education. It was under your able guidance that we hatchlings developed our wings and are now ready to take flight into a world of endless possibilities." Bravo! Nothing wrong with that except for the fact that you can actually notice the unbelieving smirk on the speaker's face for having pulled off saying something that incredulous.


Imagine a flock of chirping birds escaping from a cage, year after year, celebrating freedom after two years. Add to that the immense possibility of their spraying droppings on those left behind. The above platitudes don't seem quite so believable, do they?


Come to think of it, it is not only at farewell speeches that we come across such repetitions. Placement interviews, for one, are another cliche heaven.


Preparation for interviews heavily involves mugging up smart and impressive (and now decaying!) answers that have been doled out innumerable job - seekers for years. Needless to say, these answers have become the contents of a placement formula. Notice the subtle humour attached with renditions of these cliches in the interview room-

Question: So, tell me something about yourself.
Smart Answer: (after a formal introduction stating name and place of living) I am an ambitious, hard-working person. Quick grasping power accentuates my cognitive skills. I am a good team worker and believe in developing innovative solutions. Besides, I can assimilate myself comfortably into any work environment and can work amicably with fellow workers.


Spare a thought for the poor interviewer who has now interviewed the thousandth person exhibiting the same set of 'cognitive skills', 'team spirit' and 'hard-working' capabilities. This truly is an "Attack of the Clones".



Question: Why do want to join this particular company?
The same stinking answer (The plastic smile still intact): The company has an unparalleled market reputation. It provides ample growth opportunities to individuals. I, as a persevering professional, found the work ethics of the company quite alluring.
Money, to me, is but a reward for doing good work and nothing more. A decent salary obviously gives you a high.

Washing your hands off the "filthy lucre", eh? Wait till you see this intellectually motivated professional brag about the anticipated fat pay-packet in front of his drunken cronies. Well, at least he was honest about money giving you a 'high'!


Question: Who is your idol in life?
The answer to this much anticipated question: My mother/father.

Aha! Now the candidate can almost clearly hear his management coaching teacher hollering away, "Choose your father or mother. They can't screw you dimwits with questions pertaining to those two people at least!"

But can you blame these individuals for resorting to such a blatant show of this lack of creativity? Hell! Our day to day life involves cliches of the worst degree.

How many times have we heard friends sympathising with you, "Chuck it man! No point crying over spilt milk."

For God's sake, leave the poor milk alone. Wonder who that jobless man was who dedicated all his cunning to create this proverb about this mundane event of spilling milk!

Ever reached the class late? Panting and puffing (literally) when you reach the class at last, you are sure to be greeted with these famous words, "You are too early for the next class!" Apart from the murderous feeling that arises in your heart at that instant, you rue this lame attempt by the teacher to show off his smartness (at something at least!) If the gurus themselves cannot come up with a new catch line for something as simple as throwing an unpunctual brat out of the class, how can the students be expected to break with such cliched conversational routines?

All said and done, we can finally conclude that cliches are an inseparable but indistinguishable part of our lives. They claim their position in any dialogue with panache. To say that we need a language revolution would be too far-fetched an idea. But guys, is using a little bit of creativity that difficult?

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