Women Rock!

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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.

Rainy Days and Sundays

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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 ?

Thank You!! And You! And You! And...

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So I'm 23 now. As a teenager, I had always imagined myself to be this suave and sophisticated working lady who is quickly climbing the corporate ladder when I reach this age. The only true part of that sentence now is that I'm working. The rest is all missing. :D

Not that I'm complaining, really. Come on, how many of you really think that being mature and sophisticated is better than being immature and refusing to grow up?? Not me!!

6th Aug 2010 - the day when I turned 23 - started on a beautiful note with a small cake-cutting ceremony with my parents and bro. And of course the numerous phone calls from friends and family. Some expected, some unexpected, and some expected and not received. ;)

And then came the turn of my first b'day gift - from my kid bro - Raj Walia. Take a look.
http://www.facebook.com/notes/raj-walia/arial/473577617518
Thanks a tonne Kid bro!!!! You are the sweetest and the bestest. And an instant mood-uplifter. Glad to know you. :) :)

It was a friday, and hence the plans for the day were nothing huge. In the morning, my mom told me to get up early as it was my birthday and I was like err, how are the two even related! But not wanting to get into an argument early in the morning on my bday, I obliged. Then she tells me to clean my room as it was my bday and I go "Whoa!! This is getting weird." And then, to my utter surprise my school buddies - Mansi, Tata, and Rishi enter my room with a cake and flowers. In the morning at 8!!! On a weekday!!!! They have never done this, EVER!! It was a lovely surprise and I love you guys for this. You guys really did make my day. :)

Cut to office. The two maddest people I have come across - Rishi Kinra and Rishi Thakur - take out a rose each from their bags, bend down on their knees, and start singing a self-composed song dedicated to me. All this, RIGHT in the middle of the office!!! (I'm just so glad that I don't sit in the main office/barista zone anymore, where the numbe rof people is much higher). Oh yeah, the lyrics of the song >> "Chawla Chawla (to be sung in rap style), main ho gaya bawla bawla...." And I thought I'm the only one who sucks at poetry. :D :D
This was followed by receiving an actual bouquet of flowers for them and from my super cool friend at office - Vidushi. The third cake for the day was cut at lunch time with "Chawla Chawla" written on it.

Thanks a tonne guys. My day at office was a whole lotta fun all thanks to you. And yes Vids, you managed to get me excited for my own bday!! Yippee!!! Love you for that. :) :)

Cut to home. Again, no huge plans for the night as I had a french exam the next morning at 7.30. I had specifically told everyone that I won't be partying on 6th night. So I'm at home, facebooking a bit before I start studying. And the bell rings!! And it's my bachpan ki friend Hina - whom I haven't talked to in what seems like ages!!!!! And you know how it is when two old friends sit and talk right, the time flies. And that's just what happened. Before I knew it was 11.30 and we realized that it was late and she ought to be leaving. Thanks a tonne Hina for making the effort to come and visit. You added to making my special day a lot more special. :)

And the post cannot end without mentioning about the "sweet" post by awesome, once-in-a-lifetime buddy Karan. Thank you sooooooooooo much for the lovely gesture. :) :) :)

The day ended with me still on the phone receiving bday wishes. The festivities continued the next day too with me celebrating and cutting a fourth bday cake at French class. And ofc how can I forget the wonderful evening with Nilanjana. We girls should meet up more often Nil. And yeah, next time you'll do the talking in Punjabi. :P

Wow!!! I have so much to be thankful for!!! This is a nice feeling. Like really.

P.S. Aced the french exam with 94 marks. Topped. :)

Things to Do

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>> 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

Dreamer

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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....

Weirded Out

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Everything is just SO weird right now...right from the song playing on TV to the thoughts in my head.

Two of my super cool friends at office left this week. :( :( And this is after two people I had befriended earlier, left too. Miss u sooo much Nilanjana!! :(
Now tto I'm just scared to make friends anymore!!

Arre finally a nice song on TV!! UFF teri ada from the movie Karthik Calling Karthik (such a waste of Farhan)...I just LOVE the song!!! But I still haven't danced to this song paagal-ly you know, like totally mad ho kar (outside home ofc).

Anyway, office is becoming gloomier by the day. Not just due to lack of (good) friends but also because of something else. I'm not too sure what it is, but it's just not the same anymore...

I Hate Luv Storeys ka gaana playing now....I still want to see this movie, despite the pathetic reviews. Wanna see Aisha too, looks promising.

I miss doing theatre. I so wish I could take it up for good, but what with the weird office hours (weird - I like this word and the way it sounds :)) and french classes on the weekend...there's hardly any time left for socialising with friends or family...

Hell!! I don't get time to post on my blog or read others' posts for that matter...tto theatre tto *sigh*

Shit yaa...kitna crib maarti hoon main...grrr....i was never like this...chalo kuch ache pe end karte hain....

*thinking*

*thinking*

*bulb jala!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Mujhe finally kaajal lagana aa gaya!!!! Yippee!!! :) :) *proud of myself and thankful to my b'ful cousins)

Pros and Cons of Working

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CONS:

1. No enjoying late night TV / movies on laptop
2. No sleeping for hours on end
3. No taking advantage of the sexy weather for a walk down a sexy road or a drive.
4. No talking loud / laughing hysterically / jumping aiwehi while walking
5. No daydreaming in front of the work station like we used to in front of the books (we are accountable for every hour after all :|)
6. No swearing...umm loud swearing at least ;)
7. No head-banging / singing aloud while listening to songs (Gosh! this is a hard one!)
8. No energy to talk to friends at night
9. No cool funky clothes to wear to office
10. No shouting
11. No access to the football / cricket matches
12. No walking naked feet in and out of the office
13. No frequent blogging
14. No being MYSELF!!

PROS:

Yeah right!! I can't think of any except that how you begin to appreciate the seemingly smaller joys of life. :|

Feel free to add to the list....

Worn Out

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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. :)

YAPPY BDAY!!!!!!!!!!

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I don't remember when I started talking to you.
But I remember that it did not feel like it was the first time I was talking to you.

I don't remember how many meaningful conversations we have had.
But I remember that every meaningless convo we have had added meaning to my life.

I don't remember if and when I have ever made you feel nice.
But I remember all the times when you did the same.
Cos, every moment spent with you does that.

HAPPY WAALA BUDDAY DR. ACULA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May you keep smiling always and may you get to see your SRGay one day before he smokes himself to death. :P

And all the best for all your exams!! :)

Love you loads. :) :)

DUSK

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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".


The time when a husband, after a day's hard work, drives back home with the hopes of seeing his wife soon and enveloping her in his embrace.


The time when a wife frees herself from the household chores to get ready for her husband and lays out the dinner for him in anticipation of a great evening.


This is the time when I travel in my cab, (on some few lucky days) reminiscing about the day's events. Some bitter moments, some sweet, and some insanely irritating.


This is the time when random songs playing on the stereo make you go through a gamut of emotions.


Some make you smile despite yourself...and the cab driver looks up i the rear-view mirror wondering what's wrong with you.


Some make you lean your head against the car window and stare outside at the thousands of twinkling headlights. You see the traffic around you, but what you are looking at are random scenes from your life playing in front of your eyes.

And those of us who are lucky enough to have found their someone special inadvertently imagine their rosy future with them.


This is the time when you observe people around you - a group of young girls in an auto, all dressed up for a party; office people stuffed in a cab, glad to be on their way back home; the guy in the swanky car at the red light eyeing the light-eyed beauty in the bus and what not.


This is the time when I sit in my cab and switch off my cell to write this inane post.

Audrey

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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.

HAPPY BIRTH DAY!!!!!!!

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Today happens to be the birthday of a person who has learnt only to give and not receive.


Today happens to be the birthday of a person who has still manged to preserve his childish innocence.


Today happens to be the birthday of a person who has many a times brought about a much needed smile on my face.


Today happens to be the birthday of a person who thinks he is a teddy bear because he has been christened Bhaalu. :P


Today happens to be the birthday of a person who has been a friend, guide, punching bag (sorry!), and so much more that cannot be described in words. :)




HAPPY BIRTHDAY Karan!!!! :) :) :) :)




May you have the bestest life ever with all that there is that one can want. :)

Time Pass

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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

Love Work(s)! - II

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HER
Call me crazy if you want to, but Aditya is all that I have in my mind right now!! It's like I'm back in eighth standard all over again!!! He comes to my table at looks at all those agonisingly boring excel worksheets and I have a super hard time trying to focus on what he's saying!!! If this continues, he'll soon start thinking of me as one of those dumb girls. :|

HIM
I'm so messed up. It's like Mansi is all that I look forward to in office. I go up to her desk every now and then and man does she smell awesome!! Now who can concentrate on work when you have got such an intoxicating smell emanating from two centimeters of your face. I could not even explain her properly what was to be done. No wonder she was looking so lost.


HER
Aditya changed his desk!! He's now only two desks away from where I sit!! And I can totally see him ALL the time!!! This is sure to increase the work productivity. So says our manager. :)
Yayieeee!!!!

HIM
So I have moved closer to Mansi's desk. On the pretext of working in a more well co-ordinated manner of course. I hope I'm not becoming too obvious. Wouldn't wanna come across as one of those over eager types....


HER
So!! The good news is that we have lunch together now!! Yeah baby!! That's like bonus time for me!! And of course, I get to know more about him from others....which is always helpful. :)

HIM
At lunch today, my colleagues asked me the reason for changing my seat! And that too in front of Mansi!! Yeah, she has lunch with us. :) Hopefully this will help break the barrier of the power equation.


HER
This is weird....like really weird. Even though it's now been some 3 days that I go for lunch with Aditya, it seems that I'm always tongue-tied in front of him! I mean, this is unnatural of me!! Very very unnatural!! I don't have anything to contribute, no witty remarks to make, no sarcasm in my speech when otherwise I'm brimming with all these things!

And somehow I just don't seem to be able to get his attention. Like, at all!!! Which sucks!! I have never, never had to try to get anyone's attention, EVER!! But this guy seems made of stone!! Maybe he does have someone in his life for whom he is very serious......

HIM
I'm playing it a little slow as I really did not want to scare her off. But it seems that she is least interested. She hardly speaks when we break for lunch, does not eat anything that I offer and is awfully lost, especially when I'm speaking!

Even if she is this shy naturally, I don't see things working out for us. I mean, I'm the shy and quiet one. If she's like this too, I wonder what'll happen! Maybe this was never a good idea.....

Love Work(s)!

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HER
Second day at my brand new job. Got introduced to my associate - my senior I'll be working with on a project. Seems sweet. But who knows!! They're all sweet in the beginning isn't it?? Anyway, I don't like this office. It's seems so mechanical. People, things, processes...everything!! And the long hours!! And NO cute/hot guys. :( :( God!! Help me survive!!

HIM
New employee in the office today. Finally I get some much needed help on the project. Seemed okay. I just hope she knows her stuff. I don't want to be training around a new joinee. I really don't have the time!!



HER
Spent most of the day working with Aditya. My associate. He's a cute guy! And he's got a real cute smile!! Well...what?? That's it!! JUST a cute smile!! Geez!! Can't I even appreciate someone's smile??

HIM
Spent most of the day working with the new girl at office. Mansi (her name), has got a BEAUTIFUL smile!!! Uhhhh, am I falling for my junior??? Shit!! No!!! She's my colleague for God's sake!! I need to get a grip on myself!!! God!!



HER
Alright, so I just realised something. In the morning everyone looks like a fresh flower petal in the morning but by the time it is evening people start resembling a papad. And when I was introduced to Aditya the day before, it was evening.

So you can imagine my surprise when he came over to my desk first thing today morning looking all cute-sy cute-sy!!! And Godddddddddddddd THAT smile!!!! *sigh* Anyway, so he was standing right in front of me - smiling. And I wondered what the heck is wrong with him. I mean, alright, it's the start of a great sunny day et al but why beam at me!?

And it was then that realisation dawned on me!!! That smile was a mere polite reciprocation of the IDIOTIC WIDE GRIN pasted on my face!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ughhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

I have a crush on my boss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No!!! No!!!! Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! who has a crush on their boss!!!!!!!!!

I'm doomed!!! I'm soooooooooooo doomed!!!!!!!!!!!!

HIM
I went up to her desk first thing in the morning! And I have no idea why!! And I was smiling like an idiot!! I must have looked like such a fool!!! Anyway, tried to make conversation with her too during the course of the day. Damn! I wish I had a little, okay, a LOT more experience in this. :(



HER
Okay!!! So I did some research on Aditya today. He's apparently from IIT!! *impressed* And he is an under 19 TT champ!! And he sings!!!! (OMG!!!!) And plays the keyboard too!!!!!!!!!!!! And he is a great photographer as well!!!!

*sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

*wants to stay in my dream world where he sings, I dance, he photgraphs, I model.*

Oh shit!! He's real cool....would he be single??? and even if he is, why in the world will he like me???? Gosh!! Why didn't I think of this earlier???

HIM
So I got to know a little about Mansi from another colleague - a friend of hers!!! She writes!!! How cool is that!! And her favourite book is Fountainhead!!! And she is a state level basket ball player!! Wow!!! And she seems to have a penchant for dancing!!

I wonder if she's single....I couldn't get any info on that. I mean, who is single these days anymore? And if you're someone like her, the chances are even bleaker. :(



To be (maybe) continued......

A Reminder of Innocent Times

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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.

Tagged.com

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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. :)

And when all the wars are done, a butterfly will still be beautiful...

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

Dear Diary, [Wednesday, 5/5/05]

Have you ever really seen a butterfly? I know we have all SEEN them, but how many of us have actually seen one.

I'm not a nature lover myself. In fact if truth be told, I detest nature! Things like earthworms, bugs and cockroaches do NOT fascinate me. I consider air-conditioning to be my natural atmosphere. The first time I tried to admire a tree, a bird did its morning business RIGHT on top of my head! Yeah, nature? NOT a big fan. But I was watching this documentary on T.V. on butterflies. They are so beautiful, so serene. Their different colors blend together, the symmetry of their colors is profound, a perfect example of form and function, till a gentle breeze blows and they fly up, lighter than air, into the endless horizon, in a hurry to get where, no one knows......


Dear Diary, [Wednesday, 5/5/05, a little later]
Anirban cheated on me. Actually the cheating had started long ago, but as they say, 'Ignornace is bliss.' I was brought out of my bliss when I saw him in a cosy embrace with this girl I had never seen before! I could not stop the tears from flowing, right outside a movie hall! In a public place! People like me just don't do that!! But then again, you do not expect your boy friend of three years with another girl! I thought things like that only happen in movies.

The conversation we had was a lively one. He kept looking at me, with his jaw dropping to the floor, as though I was an alien who had just landed from Mars! His silence was good, I had the opportunity to yell and scream and give him (and the people around us) more than a piece of my mind. Then I walked off in a huff and told him never to try and contact me EVER again.....

.....which of course, being a man, he did. He also told me how much he loved me and how he had made a huge mistake. I was too angry, the tears would not stop. I would think of all the times we had spent together and every happy moment when I thought he actually loved me. The pain is unbearable. It is like trying to pull your still beating heart right out of your chest....

If I did that I think Ronnie, my eight year old cousin, would love it. "Horror is big nowadays." he tells me. He also loves talking about his pet dog's diarrhoea problems in graphic detail. I wonder if I could feed him something particularly nasty (the dog, not Ronnie) and then send Anirban an early birthday present! Hmmmm.....no, I'm not in kindergarten.
I will just send him a bomb!

Dear Diary, [Friday, 7/5/05]
I was moping around the house looking like one of those 'before' photographs in those make-up advertisements when my editor called, "There is this beautiful town on the border of West Bengal and Bangladesh not known by too many people." "Great!" I had thought. When a place is 'not known by many people' it implies that it has no functional sewage disposal system. So I was hardly thrilled that he had chosen me as the photographer to accompany the journalist. Apparently there was some infiltration by refugees or something, which was causing the local people problems and was turning out into a centre for disaster. As usual our editor wanted to be the first to know. I decided to take lots of toilet paper, mosquito repellent and my camera and head out to this place. At least I will have company. And I need to forget about this place for a while. Everything reminds me of Anirban and if I cry any more, the swelling of my eyes will refuse to subside and Ronnie keeps talking about the lead role in his horror movie! Seriously, what are they feeding kids these days?

Dear Diary, [Saturday, 8/5/05]
It is horrible, just horrible. The brutality of man. The refugee situation is way bigger than anyone told us. And this town is worst hit. The locals of nearby villages have taken matters into their own hands. They are killing people left right and centre without caring about nationality. And what for? This town has no electricity, no running water. If you ask me there should be a problem of people trying to get out, not in. The people are in a pitiable state. What is happening?

Dear Diary, [Monday, 10/5/05]
The past few days have been hell. Last night news of further refugee infiltration reached us. The army arrived today with a single battalion and has surrounded the area. They want to control the situation, they say. The commander has a huge moustache. I have to use a wider frame lens to accomodate it. He keeps talking about how he would kill a refugee on sight, how they are all spies for Pakistan. I asked him how much toilet paper he had brought. I think I will be the first to go, before the refugees.

Diary,
I do not know what day it is. Things have been continuing at a hectic pace. People keep moving around and gunfire and shouting occur at regular intervals. I am stuck in the guest house as I am not allowed to leave it. The journalist had gone out in the morning and has not returned yet. I don't know what to do, I'm very scared. Mr. Long Moustache has disappeared. He no longer comes to give me updates.

Diary,
I am lying on a hospital bed in the government hospital of the nearest town. The last thing that I remember is that there was a loud, persistent banging on the door of the guest house and then the people with torches and knives came bursting in. After that I do not remember much. I have major stitches and my left arm and leg is in a cast. The doctor does not tell me much. My family is here. My mother keeps crying. Everything is very hazy, I think I am on some powerful painkillers. even Ronnie is crying an he watches horror movies. I guess I must look really bad. I keep drifting in and out of consciousness, so days are hard to figure out. Anirban is not here.

Diary,
The doctor told my parents that I could be moved back home. He was speaking to them in a low voice, I could not hear much. My mom seems to have taken up crying as a full time vocation. My medication seems to have been increased. I cannot feel the pen I'm writing with. I was looking outside the window just now and saw the most wonderful thing. A beautiful, purple butterfly flew in with the wind. It had purple and dark blue and red colors on its wings. It flew around the room and went out again. It is time to go home. I wonder if it will come back.

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? ;)


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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