My life according to Green Day

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Re post as "My Life According to (Name of Artist)"

1. Are you a male or female?

Little Girl (Viva La Gloria)

2. How do you feel:

Desensitized

3. Describe where you currently live:

Christie Road

4. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

Murder City

5. Your favorite form of transportation:

Hitching a ride

6. Your best friend is:

The Prosthetic Head

7. What's the weather like?

Dry Ice

8. Favorite time of day:

Homecoming

9. If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?

Pop-rocks and Coke

10. What is life to you?

Last night on earth

11. Your fear:

Brain Stew

12. What is the best advice you have to give?

Nice guys finish last

13. Thought for the day:

See the light

14. How I would like to die:

Restless heart syndrome

15. My soul's present condition:

Suffocate

16. My motto:

Do Da Da

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1. Last beverage: morning chai
2. Last phone call: husband :)
3. Last text message: bhai
4. Last song you listened to: Baby when the lights go out (David Guetta)
5. Last time you cried: 28-dec

HAVE YOU EVER...
1. Dated someone twice: No...how stupid cud i be !!!
2. Been cheated on? No...not tht i kno of...
3. Kissed someone & regretted it? No.
4. Lost someone special? Yes.
5. Been depressed? No.
6. Been drunk and threw up? No

LIST (not least, right?...) FOUR FAVORITE COLORS: Black, Pink, blue & yellow.

HAVE YOU:
1. Made new friends: Yes.
2. Fallen out of love: Yes.
3. Laughed until you cried: Yes.
4. Met someone who changed you: Ha ha....not possible.
5. Found out who your true friends were: Yes....the hard way.
6. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes...and it did make for some interesting gossip.
7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Yes.
8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Everyone.
9. How many kids do you want to have: Only one.
10. Do you have any pets: No, do not intend to have in future either
11. Do you want to change your name: Absolutely not.
12. What did you do for your last birthday: My friends did. made it special :) :) love 'em
13. What time did you wake up today: 9 am
14. What were you doing at midnight last night: Talking to my husband.
15. Name something you CANNOT wait for: A relaxed weekend.
16. Last time you saw your father: 20-dec-10.
17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: my hard hitting luck
19. Most visited webpage: gmail.com

1. What's your name: Manjari
2. Nicknames: manu, mannu, maggi, maggu, meg, micky, mann, picky, piku, tweety, i think...that is it!
3. Relationship Status: Married
4. Zodiac sign: Virgo
5. Male or female or transgendered: Female.
6. Elementary: DPS Dhanbad
7. School: DPS Dhanbad
8. Colleges: Delhi University & ICFAI
10. Hair color: Black
11. Long or short: short-medium
16. Height: 5' 3"
17. Do you have a crush on someone? No.
18. Ever been in love? Yes.
19. Piercings? One in each ear.
20. Tattoos? No
21. Righty or lefty: Right handed.

FIRSTS :
22. First surgery: No.
23. First piercing: ears pierced when i was 12.
24. First best friends: Anki, Sneha, dolly and chinki.
26. First sport you loved: Badminton.
27. First pet: never been interested
28. First vacation: I think it was Rajasthan.
29. First concert: Jal (New Delhi).
30. First crush: My professor ;)

RIGHT NOW:
49. Eating: Just ate.
50. Drinking: Water.
52. I'm about to: Take a shower.
53. Listening to: David Guetta
55. Waiting for: party tonight.

YOUR FUTURE :
58. Want kids? Yup...sometimes in the future.
59. Want to get married? I am already.
60. Careers in mind? Author, critic, writer, poetess and training manager.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
68. Lips or eyes: Eyes.
69. Hugs or kisses: both.
70. Shorter or taller: Taller.
71. Older or Younger: Older.
72. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous.
73. Nice stomach or nice arms: Both.
74. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive...obviously.
75. Hook-up or relationship: Both
77. Trouble maker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER :
78. Kissed a stranger: No.
80. Lost glasses/contacts: No.
81. Sex on first date: No.
82. Broken someone's heart: Yes.
83. Had your own heart broken: Yes.
85. Been arrested: No
86. Turned someone down: Yes
87. Cried when someone died: Yes
88. Liked a friend that is a boy? Yes.


DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
89. Yourself: Yes...a lot!!
90. Miracles: Yes.
91. Love at first sight: Hell No!!
92. Heaven: No.
93. Santa Clause: Used to....then i grew up...
95. Kiss on the first date? Yes.
96. Angels: Yes.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes.
98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? No.
100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Yes...ABSOLUTELLYYY



In the end, tag random people who come to mind.

An open letter to God

Dear God,

It is going to be so difficult to write to you. As of now most jibes are hurled at blasé villains who have copiously robbed us of our integrity, chattels, honor, nobility and pride. But my concern is seldom having faith left in you. They think you are not worldly wise; or they think you have no interest left in ‘give them peace’; probably they also think that proving you a potent and influential clout is ineffectual and futile.

Imagine a keyed and wound up, hyperventilating, belligerent and forever-fighting crowd for 2.7 acres of land. Imagine you given a choice of residing in your preferred abode, where would you like to put up? Ever thought that? Or let’s just look at your (read: namesake) children, Kalmadi who has bared the last piece of rag from our pelt; Politicians (countless names) who have turned deaf ear to all our protest, request, gripe and dissent.  Imagine a crowd divided, sub-divided, segregated and carved up; there are multitudes of them, it will take more than eternity to count. Now this chunk of caste, sub-caste, communities, religion etc wants their own space. This leads to a protracted battle, riots and commotion. People have suffered, they have planted issues, they have recovered and they have lead to a vicious cause-effect chain. No sign of your supremacy on their errands, yearning, aggression, wrath, frustration and fury.

My mother says that you are in us, a part of us or I must say everywhere. I have believed every word from her and she also says, I am a part of you and therefore my self-avowal is so sky high. I have also heard your voice from my conscience. I come from that school of thought, which says, God has an answer to your every prayer. I have that litheness to ward off that thought and say, ‘Relax! I am okay, you are okay’, without thinking and questioning your existence. You already know that, it does not matter. Really! But I wanted to know is it that simple for you too? How can you live with so much dirt and filth around? When people (your children) fight for land, why don’t you give an appearance and tell them you don’t need reconciliation, or you don’t give a damn to whether your abode is a temple or mosque. Or, is it that you are also tired of decoding the sentiments of billion plus population? And therefore, you have stopped reacting? I have heard (from my mother, again) that if you get angry at people, you teach them a lesson. I remember hurting my hand when I had hit my brother without any reason and my mother had said, God punishes us if we do something wrong. It is etched in my soul. I have since then refrained doing anything that hurts people.

Why is it that the then controlling and powerful you are not showing your wrath, not reproving the scandalous, never correcting the diversionary tactics, not bridging the gap and seldom purge the squander.

Waiting for your reply,

Manjari 

kolkata - yeah it is!

While talking to a distant friend (after so long) I was (yet again) reminded the fact that I’ve had the opportunity to stay at so many places in such short period… 7-8 years, 3 places noticeably and inter changeably. My wisdom says people who adapt with different haute couture are pleasant. But what could be an unpleasant stay over a period, turned out to be one of the most riveting experiences. No prize for guessing, it is Kolkata. If you have spent >2 years in the oxford of east and have been in love with each and every moment elapsed why on earth will you even dream of loving an overtly populated, polluted and slothful cal.



It was after I came back to Pune from Cal, that I realized that I missed a lot of things about Calcutta. I missed the then nagging neighbors, the small and narrow street with smell of charcoal emanating from every alcove, the street food, Beethoven’s symphony played at the Minto Park signal, fragrance of bestsellers at oxford book store, the bus/metro/tram ride, the ever shouting bus conductors, the forever cribbing of bongs about Bengal bandhs, traffic, law & order, society rules etc, Christmas celebration, pujo. I used to think that I am never gonna go back to cal, once I move out of here. But now that I get to think about the simple and the concept of life in small packets, so evidently seen in Calcutta, I realize how privileged I was that I had the chance to befriend Calcutta bongs and others.


We live and forget that apart from work and families there are other things we snub. We forget art and literature, quaint paintings, the ever enchanting chords of music, the magic of playing football when it rains and the poetry of Tagore. Calcutta wakes up, works but comes back to its neighbors & friends, dances with friends during Pujo, sings together for a casual antakshari at their society premises, exchange dishes with neighbors, casually visit each other’s place just to say hi, instruct other’s children to become a good citizen, teaches them the importance of kalboisakhi, sings the morning glory with their riyaaj, debates over every issue under the sun and declares bandhs for personal pleasure.


Whether it is the magic of kalboisakhi, pujo, lokhi puja or Christmas; Calcutta looks beautiful. People who hate it for multitude of reasons get used to the finger-licking street-licious food, friendly crowd, the constant cribbing of people, bonhomie of their neighbors, ever bargaining crowd at every corner of street shop to mall, the theatres/plays, book launch, rickety metro ride and celebration of everything which can be happily enjoyed. I missed Kolkata, amidst the sophistry of Pune; eventful and demanding Mumbai; in the void of no nonchalant environment in Delhi.

Scarred India

What does an intriguing question mean to you? If you ask me, it would be- what does independence mean to you? Or, maybe, my take on- ‘politics is the only solution’ (quoted by Mr. Gandhi yesterday at Pune)



Today’s newspaper had this itsy bitsy take on how the interactive session between Mr. Gandhi and the students of various institutes happened. How Mr. Gandhi answered, conveyed and convinced the youth to join politics and solve ‘the problem’. It read- Scion of the biggest political dynasty in the nation arrived in the city with a single point agenda.

 Reasons why I find this issue, intriguing:


• Being quadruped is not limited to mortal combat: Our religious procreation strategies; cause and effect-domestic abuse, molestation, marital rape, female foeticide and infanticide blah. This makes me contemplate that we were better being slaves. At least, we were fighting against a common issue. We were one. We were not screwing our own traditions and cultures in the name of humanity or whatever!


• Being kewl is the now mantra: We distort our treasures because we think it looks cool that way. I have lot of examples and to start with I have the winner of all the examples, the recent ‘mile sur mera tumhara’. I remember when I was a kid; I would run to watch this featured song on doordarshan. It used to give me the delight of watching all the legends in one song. I could get to see the beauty of Kerala, the sunset of Rajasthan, the baritone of Mr. Bachchan, could relate with the levity of children aired, the turbulent waterfalls of Meghalaya, the mystifying voice of Ms. Mangeshkar and the saccharinity of regional voice sounding one in mile sur mera tumhara, tho sur bane hamara. I am glad that in the new feature a lot of living legends were not there, viz, Tendulkar, Bhupen Hazarika, Pdt. Shankar, Gulzar etc etc. The now feature mile sur is nothing but an introduction to the film industry. And I don’t give a damn to it. Period.


• Being the slum dog millionaires: who are we? Why do the poverty, ignorance, regionalism, red tapism, corruption and illiteracy win us accolades? And the fact that India has increased life expectancy from 32 years to 65 years. We have built about 1.25 million miles of new roads; we have multiplied our steel production by over 50 times and cement production by almost 20 times. No other technology has brought India--the urban and the rural--together as effectively as the 500-line EPABX designed and implemented by the Center for Development of Telematics under the leadership of Sam Pitroda. We have increased our exports from a few million dollars at the time of independence to more than $125 billion now, with about $150 billion of imports; green revolution, white revolution, economic reforms, Chandrayan, Eka and brave media remains dilettante by the world.


• Indian movies: I would certainly not want to watch Border, Gadar, Bhagat Singh and others over and over again, which were merely a remake of some Will Smith movie or Independence Day. I do not wish to criticize Muslims, criticize congress for not hanging Afzal guru, spitfire at Gandhi for if he was not here; there would have been no partition, cancel my plans of staying at other countries because then I won’t be proud of my nationality.


• Rules and regulations for the ‘mango people’: for the common man, getting things done as per the Govt.’s rules and regulations is a rocket science. A terrorist gets his/her passport(s) done in few seconds but a genuine person may take ages and currencies. You follow traffic rules, pay bills, taxes and et al but also pay extra to the police, security etc. coz you want a hassle free life. And sardonically, a politician evades useless expenditure for a lavish life. The income taxes we pay gets the minister’s son a new Ferrari…and you sit for the seminar of ‘Equitable distribution of wealth’ or ‘Growing economy of India’. Sigh!


• Being victim of a killing spree: I read the newspaper every day and figure out I am so unsafe everywhere. I can get a heart attack on the way and will never reach the hospital because there will be rickshaw strike, roadblock(s), killer buses, a long unanswered logjam, treacherous stretches and truncated roads which claim four lives in a month.


• Anti-India movement: I am surprised, hurt and ashamed to see how a Maharastrian fights with Jats or a Behari fights with Bengali or a Marwari fights with Punjabi. A Bengali feels respite meeting another bong in Mumbai, a Maharastrian speaks in Marathi with the other Marathi manoos not acknowledging the other non-maharastrian; none of his business. A Raj Thackery is adored for spreading regionalism and linguist movement. A South Indian says that he/she does not know how to speak in Hindi, when ironically Hindi is the mother tongue of India. The small regions, religions, languages, cultures etc. has bifurcated India in small, ugly, unimpressive, sordid and ghastly pieces. You can still be burnt alive if you plan to marry someone out of your caste or creed. You can still be physically and emotionally tortured if you do not speak the local lingo of a state. You still fear practicing your fundamental rights, because a political leader might just gag and beat the pulp out of you. You do not meet Indians anymore; you get to see a Punjabi, Marwari, Bihari, Maharatrian, Gujrati etc.






You are free to give me reason(s) why the question cannot be intriguing, but pleasant. Please do not give me reasons like- we are ahead in some rocket science, x% of the Indians are a part of NASA, we have the brightest population of IITs, IIMs, IASs, IPSs….does it matter to our independence? How many class one officers do not take bribe? How many of you do not litter because you do not want to make your country dirty? How many of you have (lately) said you are an Indian and not a Bong, Maharatrian, Bihari and others?? How many of you have quietly seen unlawful things happening, criminals breathing right down on your lungs and have never cared to report? I find this question intriguing because vande mataram does not give me Goosebumps the way it used to when I proudly marched past in my school parade for my country. I am off it, far from it and probably bought and tunneled by the infecting termite.

sound of silence

The set up was so dramatic- dimly lit passage, soiled cushion dressed on the couch and Keya gazing hard at her laptop. Kevin noticed her slender fingers tapping and gently stroking the keys..he had seen her beautiful and perfect fingers caressing his jawline ... He thought to make minimum noise so that it doesn't disturb. But Kevin knew that noise has now stopped disturbing Keya.
He felt a cold sweat on his temples. Soft gush of wind made him feel the beads and his fingers getly approached the knot of his tie. He felt an awkward suffocation and released his neck from the now chocking knot. He saw Keya flipping through something and typing, pressing and re pressing.
His mind raced and his heart sank.


The scene before three months flashed before him.


KEYA: Hey! How was your day?
KEVIN: oh, quite good. The deal finalized, the party was perfect. (concealing a grin ) how have you been doing on your reports? seems preoccupied.
KEYA: Yes, have been for sometime. Keith said he would expect me to finish by tomorrow. Probably we will wind up the discussion by lunch and then proceed. So it is a little touch up work that is keeping me up against the wall.
the name Keith had always disturbed Kevin. He felt  a turbulence in his system, as if, his veins have accidently turned turtle on each other, entangled and messed...prohibiting his mind to think and react. Keith was Keya's best friend and now her business partner. No, Kevin didn't feel a tinge of jealousy. It was just that he had always wanted Keya's happiness. She was a man's desire; beautiful, ravishing, intelligent and witty. He had wanted somebody against all the bimbos swooning for him. He knew that he was good, an ideal man and a good husband to Keya. And Keith???  He was somebody who read Keya so well that had always taken Kevin by surprise and his envy spurred from there. Watching Keya in deep thoughts and still working, Kevin quietly left for the hall.
he heard Keya's voice in the backdrop...he assumed she was speaking to Keith. He was lost in the cobwebs of his thoughts, spurting, struggling and juggling across him were the reminiscents and the memories...but no speck of remorse anywhere. he knew Keya had been a perfect wife, dutiful daughter in law for his parents and an expert agonyaunt for him. she had handled work-life with an ease. he envied her agility, her warmth with people, her expertise of understanding people. he had liked and accepted everyone from keya's life, except Keith. He knew Keya loved him and will never leave him for keith. But the only unravelled question in his mind was about her untamed, platonic, fathomless and enviable affection for Keith.

KEYA: Care to go for a walk, I feel little tired and wanted some fresh air?
KEVIN:uh..yeah, sure..you okay?
KEYA: Yes, little tired, maybe.
KEVIN: you want to take a break??
               i mean a long break..maybe we could go holiday somewhere for few days?
KEYA: Oh..that is sweet..sure
kevin knew the answer before, keya had never said no for anything. and she would gladly go and enjoy.

KEVIN: let me know about the place, we can plan accordingly.. by the way, did you speak to Stacey today?
KEYA: Well, why...something I forgot?
KEVIN: Ha, her birthday.
KEYA: Oh God, I will go to her place tomorrow, will have to make up for the loss.

the beach walk looked like a long stretch, an abandoned moor, a playful arena of an artist and an overhaul of a suppresed desire. They walked in silence, a deafening roar of questions on Kevin's mind, endless cues hovering on Keya and a mysterious awkwardness circling them...a vicious circle that started and finished without anything. There was numbness in Kevin's inner voice, his  uproar was silenced by Keya's tenderness and his insecurity was raised by her bewitching charm. He was in a tugwar of his own emotions.

KEYA: You okay? or are busy thinking something?
KEVIN: Hmm work stuff..nothing important.

keya knew that kevin had never taken his work problems seriously. he was always, home first kind. and she had always loved this, for she could never be an abandoned wife...she knew kevin loved her more than anything.  but she also knew that something like a termite was eating him, something disturbed him but Keya was clueless..She wasn't aware that Keith can be the thought provoking instrument playing and hitting her husband so hard.

The turnmoil of emotions continued marinating Kevin's soul and he could never talk it out. he felt ashamed of the ugliness of his own thought...and kept quiet. he secertly wished Keith to be dead and then cursed himself for thinking wrong.


LATER (PAST) THAT WEEK


Kevin noticed that everything was in a mess..he saw stacey's car outside his place.

STACEY: where were you? i am trying your phone like mad...we have to rush to the hospital
KEVIN (in shock): w..HAT IS IT? is keya fine? what happened?
STACEY: Let's go, Keya is in pain and Keith is no more. there was a terrible accident.

Kevin felt his head went for a spin..his hands trembled and he felt that there was no sensation. His thoughts blurred his vision and a dead pan expression shadowed over him. His senses left him in lurch and he asked lord for mercy, courage and strength.
The ward looked abominable and Kevin heard the lull of death.

he saw Keith, his face flashed before him, his laughter heard with Keya...which he detested. he could not apolozise, and for what? he stood numb.
he had no courage to see Keya.

He heard Stacey's voice in the backdrop

Bhai, Keya's lower body has been hit hard. She is paralysed from her waist. she can not walk anymore.

His mind went blank..he could hear an ugly uproar in his soul. his tears cajolled him to go weak in the knees and his strength belittled him. his emotions went wary.



Kevin, Keya wants to see you..do not tell her about the accident.... or about keith.

Kevin's footsteps echoed in his mind..the passage ligths looked blindening and the hospital staff looked like the messengers of death.

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The sound of silence is the loudest uproar.

Kevin's reverie broke and he looked at Keya again, busy typing something...her legs resting on the table. she would have been seated like this for quite sometimes.

KEVIN: You want to take a short break keya?

KEYA: Here you are,(smiling) yes sure but where do we go?

KEVIN: First, a walk he lifted her to her wheelchair and then loosned the grip ; and then probably a holiday that we have been sleeping over for long.

keya looked at him with pleasure in her eyes, helplessness in her legs and agony in her soul. still grimacing she nodded wistfully.

crimson sky and dusky evening

In continuation to the former post, here I write about the 'feeling in my gut'

When the sky is crimson but making my room little dark, when my bed smells of me and i smell of my bed...when the evening looks bright but the cloud looks like my smudged kohl

I feel the wrenched evening when i sat and dreamt will give way to stark dusk..and sooner to pithch charcoal night.

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I watch the ivy green leaves and the black branch, it is lingering on to...it is drizzling, and the branch looks more black...i go perky on the becoming contrast of beautiful colors. The color of red ball, which a kid is holding; the paper boats which carelessly float and gets stuck to the deserted basil plant; I also watch the old, yellow and tattered copy of Anna Kareninna on my bed side and smell its pages...I stand up and drink the earthy water and try to smell the fragrance of earthen pot...I watch the dimly lit living room and fall in love with the blue ceiling and my pink couch. I sit near the window and see the basil plant swaying with the wind, I also see the thick clouds blanketing the sky and wind turning the umbrellas....I thought of my arguable inability to sketch and strum the chords of guitar. If I were good at sketching, I would have captured everything. I also thought of humming - sound of silence,

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision

Which was planted in my brain

Still remains

In the sound of silence

Discerning the thoughts, feelings and the vision... I play on

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Night was quite something, I wanted :)
I read, re read Anna Kareninna....watched legally blond again (do not know which nth time), laughed to hilt...Friends told me not to cook, for we had a small party. I was glad!

Everybody came late, we ate and laughed...and I blissfully went to sleep.

Right now......

Right now I want to lie in my cosy bed, with music playing on a volume high enough to make me feel something is playing on and low enough to make me blissfully doze off.

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A way to evade the usual schedule is to take break from the montony of life..all said and done, people go for travelling here and there....no, m not thinking about another vacation.....I am in a state of nostalgia, or may be I feel subtle and poetic.

I will probably write post lunch something about my feeling- the nostalgia that evoked a sudden desire of taking an early leave from the workplace and doing whatevva pleases me..no occasion, no date, or maybe a solitary date with myself!

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I remember my series of solitary dates, when I've done whatever I felt like doing. I dug myself to my favourite books, choco-hooked myself, took no calls, allowed no disturbances, daydreamed, didn't check on my etiquettes, didn't mind my language when I penned down something, didn't care about neighbours and played loud, didn't give a damn to the calories intake when I gorged playfully.

Right now I feel the same..and I will be doing the same :)

Fashion's worst trends follow

I was busy flipping the file and all of a sudden overheard two other faculties discussing the tragic death of a model. That arose a slight curiosity laden with an apprehension. The story that was typecast in the television later was something I should not have seen. Practically, yellow journalism, and periodically a TV TRP booster, where only stories sell (truth or not is not arte the fact).

Young, single, successful and attractive- amounts to loneliness and suicidal tendencies. This was the end result after the series of model suicides was analysed, discussed and reproduced. Does this really happen? I was zapped when I saw people commenting on the image a model carries, tarnish and assassinate her character and then prophese that their promiscuous afterlives end and then depressed+frustrated+shattered they commit suicide. A modelling career, without even stating, is looked upon as success after compromises. A successful model/actor is thought to be a loner. The preconceived notions have even made TV reporters of aaj tk, NDTV, Indiatimes etc to state spicy and bitchy headlines which would hurl moolah and ofcourse raise TRPs.

Suicides' prevalence in the industry, inadvertently means a lot of other things also. On the other side, there are successful corporate woman, artists, fashion divas etc who are young, single, successful and not necessarily lonely. It is rather, a myth that people who are on top are lonely. The only thing that is on one's mind is not the ever nudging and intruding media, which makes a vulnerable section more sensitivity prone. Tragic deaths of Nafisa Joseph, Kuljeet Randhwa were also aired in the same way. It was even said that death of Kuljeet follwed Nafisa's and they were friends.

The tragic suicides were showcased like model's career goes for a deathrow. There are lot of parents who are apprehensive and then dead against of a modelling career for their child. They fear that their child will grow to become a lonely, sulking, insecured and angst laden; which is grossy unfair and bluntly false.

A person who develops suicidal tendencies does not necessarily be successful. I have known countless students who tried to commit suicide, went senile, became depressed due to exams. I have seen fearless corporates who drink to forget woes, drink to celebrate, dope to elevate their moods and eat quietly at home with family for a peaceful night. Can you draw any connection? Can you figure out why a modelling ally is looked upon?

If  a model is murdered, a Jessica Lal case..what is drawn there? You have a fucking poll on aaj tak asking what do u think the probability of justice can be. And the murderer roams free.

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The crux of the matter is simple.

• Media sucks- All who are a part of it, please do something that imparts knowledge, gives facts and enlightens. Leave the part of entertainment for Ekta Kapoor. Not your arsenal. If TRP is your concern, then the idea of Johannes Gutenberg stands defeated.
• Anyone who is a top model is not necessarily a slut, loner and available.
• A modelling career does not insinuate dope in your veins.
• Reengineering is required for all top notch news channels, new reporters and ofcourse the creative head.
• News does not amuse people, when it takes the form of prolonged intrusion in somebody's life.

This is dedicated to all souls, who have finished their journey here because of their own/personal reasons. The fashion obituary is the worst fashion trend we would like to see ever. May God give strength to the souls which succumb to the harsh circumstances and embrace death.

Things I always wanted as a kid

When we were kids we wanted so many things to go our way. I have a quick list of things, I wanted to be by my side; things I wanted to happen + implement; and People I wanted to evade:


1. I wanted 'Santa' for myself

I used to guffaw, why Santa goes on giving gifts to the kids, when he knows that some kids never deserved it. So, I use to wonder, maybe I will help him realize who to consider and whom to not. Maybe after the Santa comes and stays with me my teachers, classmates, friends etc would get more impressed and favor me :)

2. I wanted my Maths teacher to vanish, or I wanted somebody who would kidnap her and never send her back 2 school.

No, there is no similarity...but I always dreaded maths and my maths teacher coz she was so strict and I understood nothing when there was numbers. I had to sit quiet in the class, evading every glance of her. I waited, used to pray that she does not make out that I was understanding nothing out of those venomous numbers, alzebra, all kind of computations....Thank you lord, for I am out of it!

3. I wanted a house of chocolate for myself. (I still want)

Something close to this :) :) (no explanation required i believe) ;)

4. I wanted to meet Tom and Jerry.

I used to find Tom and Jerry to be stars of Television. Jerry- intelligent and cute and I felt sorry for Tom sometimes...So I wanted to see & meet them.

5. Home alone: For all the restrictions imposed that as a kid  ur not supposed to go anywhere...or do whatever u wish, trust me, I wanted my parents to go on a long holiday..leaving me behind and I would emerge like 'the home alone' kid..superrrkid !

 

 

Quizzeria

This is interesting, try doing it with ur favorite singer/band.

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Answer the following questions using name of songs of only one singer. You can choose the singer.


Singer- Pink Floyd

1. Right now you feel- One of these days
2. Life is-    Learning to fly
3. Love is-   Pillow of winds
4. You are-  Fearless
5. Your best friend is- Lost for words
6. Your vice is-  A saucerful of secrets
7. Pleasure for you is-  Remember a day
8. Favorite color- Any color u like
9. Fruit- Apples and oranges
10. You will die if you don't-  Breathe
11. Your love song- Wish u were here
12. Soulmates are- Two suns in the sunset
13. Swearword- What's uh the deal?
14. You hate- Sorrow
15. Sport- Seesaw
16. Dirty- Pigs
17. Success- One of my turns
18. God is- Mother
19. Happiness- great gig in sky
20. You avoid- Brain damage
21. You will- Keep talking
22. Precious- Time
23. Can't get enough- The happiest days of our life
24. Last thing you would do- Have a cigar
25. When a zombie chases, you will- Run like hell

You had a break up?

It is not easy to fall in love, more difficult to maintain and hurtful to come out.. this is what we have always known. I spoke to a very close friend, who has had a terrible break up..sad... and this is how i came up with sharing few tips you can follow post ur heart breaks...


For men, it is not pretty simple if they are dumped. They tend to lose their mind and sometimes add insult to injury. The bottoline is, This is not the end (I am serious)

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  First and the foremost, please do not listen to break up songs ala unbreak my heart or since u r gone...and similar stuff.... instead, update your player with- my happy ending! trust me it is not difficult to be all alive and kicking even when u've been kicked in all wrong places.
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  DO NOT and NEVER block/delete ur ex from your social networking profiles. This will increase ur pain...try visiting their profile more, see what they are doing and repeat 10 times- Oh! C'mon you were never good enough for me OR good riddance. and sneaking and checking what they r doing will make u feel better.
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  Thank God because now u have more free time, more friends to attend to, more hasslefree parties/outings, much MORE money to splurge and time to do things u always wanted to do.

courtsey: cobb's blog.

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  Do not start desperate search for next love. please understand u gotta enjoy this phase before it fades. a desperate search will make u a moronic idol leaching at others. so get a life larger than this.
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  Go to the places, pubs, discs, theatres etc where u used to go with ur ex..a break up doesn't mean u have to get a licence renewal to enter the forbidden zone of heart.
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  Start thinking that it is a transition from break-up to breakfree 
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  Do not talk about your break up with ur friend (s)/best friend etc..please no inspiration from sex and city and similar soaps, movies...it is personal and no hell would break loose if u abandon discussions on it. save urself from further heart burns. I'll give u an example-                                                                                                                                    

you: sob sob narration of ur break up story.                                                                          

friend: gosh, that is bad..i feel awful, terrible...what are u gonna do now. Im with u, don't worry etc etc...                                                                                                                you will start believing that your plight is as mad as hatter (just like the counseling done) urgh

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  Use your gourd rather than ur lovelorn instintual heart to understand that u don't have to come out of anything...it should be a buh-bye from ur side (understanding 'buh' and 'bye' at the same time is important)
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  Google the best break up quotes, read them and feel like the lucky bitch who just escaped from a stray dog.
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  Buy yourself the best things- playstation, change ur wardrobe, books, and any and everything u like.

Roses are red, Violets are blue. Garbage is dumped, so are you.

Is love (affair) complicated?

A letter I've come across...just wanted to share and tell u how complicated simple relations have become...my my , an unrequitted love (may call). I know it will call for flashbacks for a lot of you. enjoy reading.....


hi angel!







i hope ur gud and loving ur life :)


we cud not talk all these days and u r unaware of what is happening here with me. so  (instead of calling) i wanted to write everything to u. 


i didn't tell u but at the outset of april, love started brewing in my life. by that time my parents finalized some guy for me, it was just too late for anything. initially i thought, for my parents' sake i'll quit and will forget everything and will get married.

however, my love interest realized we shouldn't be doing this and should follow our heart(s) which (ofcourse) raised a hurricane.  i am not giving u the explicit details still i guess this is a drawn out content. i told my parents that i don't want to get married, for which they have not expressed happiness. The guy, who was finalized is outta it (all mess) but my love interest has professed that NOW there is a lot of agony and pain in this. I feel plain stupid. I am so like dumbass, couldn't use my head??
Forget it, in the matter of hearts where is mind to play? 

so, the entire thing is very messy and people are way to adamant to let our relationship go ahead so we have mutually decided and have set our ways apart. However, i won't even call it a discussion..he was cold enough to shrug off and say we have other (important) things to take care of and everything will be fine...u stay happy.. happy???? balls, u gotto be kidding me..where was the idea of 'my happiness' before. anyway, let us chuck this here. I feel I've got deeply involved in something which was so much like (maybe) a passing affair...or platonic love (God, it exists??), amour et al
which was way too painful, resentful, and agonizing. but i have moved on. he has also moved on (angel, m surprised to c, is it so easy for men to MOVE ON??).
i don't know, m non plussed, feel exhausted and terrible. have not even spoken to anyone about it, even him, coz I can't allow myself  to speak to him after seeing his coldness towards the matter. might be, its a way of coming out of it.




it is quite early to feel that i am out of it. so (probably) im taking my own  time to come out of this situation and him. i am fine and missing u a lot.
gosh! don't know wat all crap i've written but this extensive mail is the end result of an unsuccesssful love, which started with peanut butter taste and finished like awful marmite in mouth.






don't worry about me. i feel better after writing to u.
love u lots n miss ya.


-ur lovelorn friend
P.S. FUCK Love stories

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" In three words I can sum up LIFE - It goes on"  :) :) amour amour

Life's a comic strip!: April 2010

Life's a comic strip!: April 2010

Letter to Raj Thackeray

Mr. Thackeray,
Bah!


Forget it..


Thackeray,


I think you would prefer simple language coz u have always been at the recieving end of every kind of linguistic baton and would not have understood half of what a PROUD UP walahs BIHARIS or even BONGS have hurled at you. Language is something Maharashtrians are terribly weak at (plz, no offence the proud MARATHAS)
I have no qualms against Mumbai or Maharashtrians or any corner of this state. My concern is the fly in the ointment aka 'Raj Thackeray'. I have few questions:

• What are you so proud of?  THAT, u r a maharashtrian? an irritating moth like in ur kingsize family, famous for all wrong reasons (read intimidating dominance; dadagiri/bhaigiri)? controversies u've churned? killed innocents? what???
• Why are you a tinker's damn? an ugly sore-like for most of the people? Why do u think yourself to be God's gift to Maharashtrians? when u have given them regionalism, ugly slums, corruption, insecurity and what not.
• Why are you such a pain in everyone's arse? why don't you MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS? why do u have to hurl venom when u speak? why do u have to comment, when you know shit about the system/people/state?
• why are u not in a mental asylum? why do u have to ruin the lives of sane people?
• why do u have to put Insistence on Marathi signboards for Mumbai shops? do u intend to give the idea that maharastrians, just like u, are thankless good for nothing marathi reading illitrates?? what is that fucking accent thackeray? u think it is cool? it sucks n stinks, just like u.
• why on earth the self proclaimed marathi manoos stick to ur neck like an ugly god damned Albatross and give way to MLA attacks, murdes etc?
• why does ur ultra competitive nature gets a jolt whenever u see a much better looking, much more educated+knowledgable+smart+speaks much better english and nice accent UPites, Biharis and etc?
• why the hell do u think Maharashtrians are better than any other state dweller? Is it Marathi (ugly) MTI (which u can never get rid of) or is it ur bigger and better slums? or is it the growing filth n rag at mumbai?
• why do u think learning marathi is a mandate when we non maharastrians come here? do u swear to make navigation in oh! so brutal here?
• why does every sena worker have to subscribe to assholedom?
• why do u have to flaunt ur thoughts which is hollower than the plot of RGV's movie?
• what do u think mumbai is??????? - SANGHAI?? ur ass.

Pardon my french, but you deserve the odd swearing. Fuck urself Thackeray

Kites- My understanding

I received a text in the morning, which said I have won a free movie ticket for 'Kites'. For sure, the free tickets sounded like another torture coz it reminded me of the sheer wastage (time money and most precious-'saturday').

My great expectations kissed dirt and my fondness for the Greek God started quivering (like his dance) for a reason. The movie hall was not jampacked (pity me, I got the tickets done well in advance on thursday itself). I mean, for fuck's sake- the movie looked like an awful mexican meal of tacos, burritos, relanos and over fried beans. I would have donned a Parsi joint at colaba over the pseudo mexindian mismatch.

Kites enlightened me:

1. What is there in a name? The movie title would have been better if it was Aqua or Oyesters or Mermaids or the Bellini drunk love.
2. Mexico, Las Vegas and et al have been robbed of their police officials, law and order makers and officials have been drummed out of army. It is easy like pie to rob a person..fuhhget it rob a bank. Whoa...true, I cross my heart and I swear I learnt that u can easily rob a bank, vehicle and whoosh; when there is muck there is brass!
3. You should never ask, is there any dance number in Hrithik's movie? Man, it is as good as asking, Is the Pope Catholic??
4. If your dad is filthy rich, runs a casino, murders people you HAVE TO BE an ugly eyesore, brat, useless and wife/gf beating asshole.
5. You can be the 'lead actress' in a Bollywood movie, even if- you look like a middle-aged slight wrinkled mother of two, lacklusture, an ill faced humored banter, not taken as 'Darling buds of May' and can't speak/understand hindi+english.  The only condition u gotta meet is look anorexic with a lil tanned skin (fit for two piece bikini)
6. Chronological events are not necessary. You can start/end anywhere..u can bullshit anytime and mind you audience will keep their pecker up figuring WTF?
7. Your salad days are never gone. Cleopatra was wrong when she said gone are my salad days and etcetra. Even after making n number of hits, you can fool around. It is okay to go nutty, eat shit and bull crap later. We are 'so used to loony tunes'.
8. Shadow puppets- still in...trust me.
9. Drug mafia in Mexico anyday is more powerful than police.
10. Passport (Darn, I didn't know was so easy to make).
11. Cars, while being transported from one location to the other on an 18 wheeler come equipped with a full tank of gas. Yeah, and the driver won't even NOTICE you if you sneak in with ur girlfriend and zoom out destroying the other laden cars.
12. Efficient filmakers do a carte blanche before filming anything. Beware, read reviews and do not (STRICTLY NOT) go for first impression...even when ur hot favorite is singing for the 1st time.
13. Never bet ur arse in ur friend's group and say the brand is big, starcast heavy, the film is gonna rock!

A tribute to kites (for whatevva reason it is) from my side:

If music be the food of love, play on;

 Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

one who tweets....lasts

now this one is not a hangover or insight on fb twitter n et al. this comprises the importance of social networking..lol (trust me, it is helluva important).
do not tell me u r not there on facebook..okay, orkut?? haa twitter eh??? no??????

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you have to improve. period.
after loggin in i saw a few status messages i have liked or others liked or recieved numerous LIKE (thumbs up)...and so, here it is :

Yesterday I was shopping and I bought beautiful leopard print high heels, sun glasses ala Lady GaGa :D , slim jeans, neon shoelace to my converse and sweatshirt ♥ ♥ ♥ love it :)
i liked this..coz it is lovely....isn't it :)

I ♥ Chanel,Fashion,Sunglasses,My Friends,Boys,Sweets,Nirvana,Rupert Grint,My iPod,My Dogs,Bratislava,Partys and of course Shopping :) and much much moreee...and u? :)

Have you got the problem that you always "haven´t got enough clothes", like me?
...so try to take a little inspiration from those who really know how to be sexy :)
now this is a thumbs up status msg...all women liked (no louved) it
 
With time, women gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, Good grief...
courtsey women's day..there were so many nice  messages but this won hands down. this is so beautiful , proud to be a woman!
 
' This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four. ' ~ Only Mark Twain! :) 'Happy April Fools' Day folks, have a good one ;)
i love every status message of crossword. it is so nice and full of wit, wisdom and humor
 
Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.
again liked the status msg of a friend. this is good, idyllic moronic way to deal with frustration and agony of job!
 
There shud be a better way to start the morning, than waking up early morning and coming to the office...
from me!!! friends loved it coz it is so true...every1 and i wished to get up n enjoy the morning....instead we sprint to catch buses/taxis for office. sad, i know.
 
Anyone has read 'Little bee' by Chris Cleave?? If not grab a copy people...it is awesome...hv loved it.. want to read stones into schools by mortenson but now m too broke to buy 1 :(
from me..when i was broke and i wanted to buy this copy. it was available at cal. have still not read this :( :( sob. there is no copy at all crosswords, pune
 
Darn the wheel of world..why must it continually turn over?? where is the reverse gear? Yearning for the gud old days wen we cud bunk classes, sit n talk over so many cuppas of coffee; dig at garlic bread n pizza and how often had tired the sun with talking and sent it down the sky...
whoa! me again wrote. blame nostalgia!
 
Meeting with boss: 'A salmon day' - You spend the entire time swiming upstream only to get screwd in the end
i am no exception, every1 hates (naah, dislikes) their boss.
 
Expecting your boss to treat you fairly coz u r good is like expecting the bull not to charge you coz u r a vegetarian
boss syndrome hits again.
 
All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.
i love this. y is there no job that doesn't eat ur head?
 
 
 
 
IF YOU ARE BRAVE....Copy dis into ur status and see wat people rate u :- 1) Crazy 2) I'd marry you . 3) Talkative . 4) Sarcastic . 5) Loveable . 6) Clubhead . 7) Moody 8) Dumb . 9:)Spoiled . 10) Mouthy . 11) Hot . 12) Funny . 13) Fit . 14) Amazing 15) Handsome. 16) Cute. 17) I Love You ...... SO SHOOT .........
this was neat. i didn't repost it. coz m not insensitive to criticism....eheheheeh
 
subho nav barso
my bong connection. love n hugs :) :)
 
:) :) :) :) :)
this was somebody's (don remember) deliriously happy...so i liked it. who doesn't want to c a friend happy.
 
FLASHBACK: one memory we had together (gimme the first one that pops in ur mind!!)...
didn't repost. i know my friends are synonymns of laziness. so i knew no one will repost. huh.
 
now u see the magic? u get to know who is happy who is not.. who has just gotten over with something/ from sum1 etc. who is gettin engaged or married or is promoted. who has returned from which trip..what is good, what is not stuff..who is frustrated, happy, remorseful etc. u can know about every1 in so less time.
 
so rightly said,
one who tweets or facebooks or orkuts
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LASTS!!!
 
It is risqué, exciting and all very media! Well then, without any drumroll with lots of fun.

stupid FAQs, I wish I could evade

There are instances when u just bump into some stupid people, meet overtly caring & protective friends/family, bear crazy people at work....but what do u do when u r asked stupid questions, embarassing or awkward questions. Have I told u lately, I've begun a growing aversion for a few FAQs I would have never wanted to answer...and if I had to answer them, give me the freedom to open my satirical and venom filled mouth.. huh

Q: Why do u write blog?
I answer: Hell! u don't know, I can read and write.

Q: Why don't u post your pictures much? why there is no display pic here?
 I answer: I want to deceive you into thinking, I do better than I look.

Q: How old are you?
I answer: Oh! u r late, if u were just planning to adopt me.

Q: Why is ur writing style-satirical?
I answer: u know, it is just like one's sexual orientation.. u don't have any CHOICE.

Q: How much do u earn?
I answer: Aah! i do not take money for social service.

Q: What is that thing (for a fashion accessory) ?
I answer: An encoded message to cover up that hideous 666 birthmark.

Q: Will u always be this nice to me?
I answer: No no..I will go home, make a voodoo doll and torture you.

Q: Easy for u to say, my work is never done. how do u manage?
I answer: y don't u start working early than bull crapping all the time.

Q: Don't u think u are little unpleasant?
I answer: u have earned it from me.

Q: What are u thinking?
I answer: Thoughts.

Q: How r  u? (question by some annoying person)
I answer: Terribly good and do not want any dumb witted moron to ruin it.

Q: Like, I care?
I answer: Ofcourse u wouldn't, it requires brain.

Q: Do u talk much?
I answer: Oh! it is like eating peanuts, once i start i do not stop.

Q: How did u sleep last night?
I answer: By closing my eyes and trying to see what happens after that.

Q: Why don't u quit eating such high on carb diet food (chocolates, pastries etc)?
I answer: Same reason, y u don't quit bugging me.

Q: Do u think....??
I answer: Who cares.

Q: Are u leaving?
I answer: No, actually i am arriving backwards.

At a movie hall,
Q: God, what are u doing here?
I answer: u do not know????? i sell tickets for part time option.

Q: See u later!
I answer: Thanks for the warning

Q: What is ur age?
I answer: Disgustingly young, compared to u.

Q: What do u thing of my trendy jacket?
I answer: I know, u took it off a dead clown..haa

Q: Do u feel guilty?
I answer: As I let go of my feelings of guilt, I can get in touch with my Inner Sociopath.

Q: Hey u like my dress?
I answer: Ugly-ass-eyesore-lime-green, yeah I do.

Q: u got lunch today?
I answer: no. Im gonna eat all yours.

Q: You r so nice, y r u not married?
I answer: Because the only people i know, are fools like u.

Q: U r so english, where did u get that accent?
I answer: My good english friend sent it over by Fedex, u like it?

Q: Are u always this nice?
I answer: No it is a special effort on tuesdays and sundays.

Q: Were u sleeping?
I answer: Hell..no...u r so stupid, I was researching on dream interpretation.

confessions of a shopaholic

Finally! a shopaholic's confession is gonna be here, in my blog. i've like, waited for ages to get rid of shopping urge (read attacks) but no ...certainly NO I am not going n joining a community and say-'Hey, it is 5 months now and I have not bought ANYTHING'. this would give me a cardiac arrest or maybe I'll be more in shock than despair.

no, everything is not gall and wormwood about shopping ; and everything is not either up and going. I have had my share of fun, regrets, pain, ecstacy and etcetra for my shop till drop AtTiTuDe.

for, i can tell u when i went completely broke (which happens most of time) and then i call myself belligerantly senile, stone sober and what the deuce???

my shopping (killing) spree went on and is going on

• i went on buying pirated books from JM road, pune. yes i do that umpteen no of times (partially broke situation) and when hell, i cannot afford crossword, landmark n et al. i was telling u that i went on buying the books, coz i liked them, i wanted them all and crap, i was not even left with handful bucks to take an auto ride back home. book'em Danno.
• there was this deadly 'SALE'. i didn't take much cash with me (thinking & assuming) that will make me buy LESS. but, resistance is sooo futile. i had to borrow to buy that scarf, that stole, those lOUvely shoes and so many other things. the thought pattern was - this is a SALE, goddamnit. if u miss it, u will regret + u won't find the similar stuff + and the KILLER- will u pick,what others will drop??
• read my lips, no new taxes on this. some mAAHvelous stuff at storeone. little expensive but no new taxes i told u. i have ruined a lot of my formals. AND, this is not want....THIS IS NEED. yes, u gotcha! nip the 'no shopping' bud here. this ain't shopping anymore.... gee thanks :) and this is how the cookie crumbles
• good grief. am i not supposed to behave like a LADY?? dyn-O-mite...ehehhehehe
• yabba dabba dooo, u silly moo...can't get enough here and this called for some essential, some needful, some requirements and high on priority buying (do not read shopping)

not the end. i am just tired so no conclusion for the above (i can't draw, i believe)

TGIF

I have never been lucky in :

-saturdays as off
-a 'nice' boss (i know, i know IT doesn't exist)
-flexitime...urgh i HATE getting up SO early
-LIBERAL hr policies, system bla bla (i know a lot will raise hands for this as well)

And THAT is the reason why i love this friday...Today everything is so lovely. I found the weather to be good, i didn't crib; didn't blame heat or the bus (which was late) or my boss (for giving me a new assignment today).

Tomorrow it is maharatra day and it is saturday so 2 offs together. IT people won't understand my excitement, for they r so used to brooding on a LARGE weekend (sat+sun).

Thank God It Is Friday!
Now, even i can say TGIF :)

Potpourri

We all met some long time back. We were like strangers fighting for our identity and carving our niche.
We swam across the waves, upfront..and we swam upstream for sweeping our fears. Then the time came when we wanted to stand in each other's shadow. We wanted to fight the rain falling hard on us, wanted to explode like ligted crackers, wanted to sail on amidst hustling tide and wanted to stay like this forever.

it wasn't just the growing bonhomie, which caused 'element of surprise' but it was the bond that created 'awe'. it was awe inspiring- yes, without second thought. we were sans inhibitions, we could do anything like no one else would have mind over matter.

accept my 'self conceited bragging' but it is so true that i wonder, what would i do without them. i am telling u no fairy tale, or a tear jerker- friends' sacrifice fable. it is how i feel when i am with my friends aka my extended family. they comprise- mother like intriguing plus nurturing 'parent ego state' ; a soulmate, critic, player, shaper n A LOT. too many to pen down- simple!

this one is from one of my fav' trip to sinhar fort..u give damn to heat, rain, sun & exam (pun intended) just to be with each other.

i have tried so many times to write about my group, my people, my friends for lifetime... (am falling short of words) but i end up writing trash (like this one too) it is insane rambling

i used to think y people say that when feelings overpour it is difficult to write. probably that is why no journal or book could write descriptively about 'a mother's love' coz it is JUST NOT POSSIBLE to explain...

I know i owe so much to all my friends, for doing/saying what not.

Wud just raise toast for the way we are: 'true friends'

A poignant wait

Aah! and it is taking ages to rain (at pune???) u read it right.
I could not think of any 'glorified place' to keep this scribbling, so kept it here for u to read+think+analyse how much I want the smell of rains to flirt with my olfactory

yesterday while walking that half a km i could treat myself with the off burnt wood and charcoal..i wanted the smell of earth though...do u feel the same terpidation and forboding feeling towards this not so expected prolonged heated weather at pune. or do u feel your point of view obstructed by apprehension of not seeing the phenomenal happenings?

I look outside the window; resent the hot afternoon and snug myself in my shelter (waiting till it gets better outside) Damn it, used to do it in Delhi... and now pune the same thing..hope not.... the pictures abv are so comforting. so i look at them (time n again). I remember the first rainy season i witnessed here. Gosh, I used to think of Pune as some forsaken place for first few days coz it rained so much (read cats n dogs if u follow colloq. eng) the downpour ruined my shopping, my new formal wear, my heels, liner n et al. i thought of it as some ungodly thingy. but at the same time (paradoxically) I remember being in awe. I explored the 'beautiful pune' (sneaked a lot of trip in btwn to the scenic beauties)

the passage of time is instinctual and the pune frogs are estranged (they have never seen the temperature soaring so high).