I Ate My Cheese

How to ruin your Sunday

2012-02-15T00:51:00.002+05:30

"Are we done? Is that it? Ca we leave now?"My thoughts after I tortured myself with the movie - Ek main aur ek tu

A hodgepodge of previous hits such as Jab we met, What happened in Vegas, Wake up Sid etc.,.. Just plain eyecandy similar to the movie Aisha. No substance. No end. A waste of time.

Unless you are a teenager who likes movies solely on the basis of the lead actors' clothes and accessories.

Some cute moments. Some forced laughter. Kareena doing what she does best. Imran trying to do something. And the director - Well, what was he thinking?

In Search Of Happiness

2012-02-14T23:37:00.000+05:30

High and low
In nooks and corners
Every place I knew
I searched for you.

Many a sleepless night I spent
Waiting, dreaming of you
I yearned for you
All day, all night long.

And then just before I gave up
All hope of finding you
I looked into myself
And that is where I found you.

Hush Hush - 55 word fiction

2012-02-10T14:30:00.001+05:30

She stood by the door and watched him ride away. The sound of his scooter slowly fading till it blended into the cacophony around her. She continued standing there till another bike came to a standstill in front of the gate.

“Did your dad leave?”

“He just did”

And he followed her into her house.

Change

2012-01-28T22:09:00.002+05:30

Change
Scares me.
Worries me.

I fear
The unknown
The loss Of familiarity.

Yet Change is inevitable
Change is must
To grow.

I am comfortable now
Not happy; comfortable
But Change,
It scares me.

And I see it approaching
Gaining pace
Coming my way, today.

Soak Up The Sun

2012-01-15T11:56:00.000+05:30

The orange curtain drawn
Across the window
Did nothing to stop the Sun
From seeping through.

His gentle warmth
Brightened up the room
And my face
Till it settled on my eyes.

It was like a mother's hand
Patting her child's forehead
Asking him to wake up
And kiss the Sun.

I fumed and rolled over
Pulled the blanket
Above my head
And coiled inside, trying to sleep.

He in turn strengthened
The power in his rays
Making them hotter
Each hour of the day.

He wouldn't give up
On me.
He wanted to embrace me
Without the orange curtains.

He wanted me there
Amidst the trees
Below the clouds
Under his spell.

He was calling out to me
To the window
To draw the curtains aside
And soak up the sun.

Freedom - 55 word fiction

2012-01-14T12:11:00.001+05:30

He had physically abused and mentally tortured her for 6 years. He was taking it out on their kid now. She had enough of him and his drunken behaviour.

His body lay on the ground with a knife in his chest, blood oozing out, as she walked over him with her child, into the sunset.

Players - Movie Review

2012-01-07T22:25:00.000+05:30

Abhishek Bachchan - His idea of being mysterious/sexy/seductive/analytic is having a constipated look on his face and expecting the viewer to figure out based on the current movie scene.

Sonam Kapoor - She has emoted well for a change and has actually done a bit of acting.

Bobby Deol - He could have done with a lot more screen space. He is such a talented actor.

Omi Vaidya - He is the funny guy. His jokes work sometimes but not a lot of variation from what he has done before. I guess the role didn't demand more.

Neil Nitin Mukesh - He was good. The best in the entire team.

Bipasha Basu - She has done her part well.

Vinod Khanna - Short role, well executed

Aftab Shivadasani - Blah.

Johnny Lever - The other funny guy. Does what he has been doing for over a decade now. Provides a few laughs with his Indian-ized firang family and firang Ramu Kaka.

Sikander Kher - I feel bad for him. His facial muscles don't move a lot, so he cant really express anything. He should take a few more lesson from his Papa on how to relax his facial muscles so that we can see different emotions.

The movie is a remake of the English movie The Italian Job. The story has been twisted a little so that people who have already watched the original have a surprise element. The twists worked for the movie Race, but here they ended up boring the audience. The lady next to me gave a exasperated sigh saying "Oh,it's not over yet."

Final verdict - One time watchable.Cinematography is good. Star cast is not appealing. Story is a little slow near the climax.

Rating: I would say 2/5 but because Sonam acted so well I give 3/5.

Touche - A review

2012-01-03T22:39:00.000+05:30

I am going to attempt to do a restaurant review and then make it a regular thing at my blog. Let's see how that works out. The first review is going to be for Touche.

Here is what Evening Flavours has to say about Touche:

Like its name suggests, Touché (pronounced too shay) is French for 'touched', and the name of a spanking new, Touch Table Diner-Bar in the buzzing 100 Feet Road area of Indiranagar, Bangalore. It is India's first and the world's fifth touch table dining destination that blends interactive technology, multi-cuisine fine dining & state-of-the-art design to offer guests a fascinating experience that goes beyond the joys of great food and drink.

Place orders directly from your table, play your own music and games, request for videos, interact with chefs creating your dishes, and share your choices with friends on Facebook! The list is endless... and you're in India's technology capital after all! Touché's chefs create some of the most delectable dishes using fresh, natural produce drawn from sources in India and the world over. We're talking American, French (but of course!), Italian, Spanish, Mexican, Pan Asian, and Arabic fare on our daily menus.

Placing orders using the touch-table is good fun. What is even better is that there are a few games which can keep you entertained while you wait for your food to arrive. The touch itself is not very responsive, we had to literally bang our fingers to place orders. Once you have placed the order the waiter comes with his tablet on which he would have got a message. You can now customize your order for spice and ingredients.

While the place is definitely tech-savvy, the food is nothing great. It is just about Ok. The choice for vegetarians is quite limited. We had ordered a chicken starter which was too rubbery, perhaps stale.

The service was bad, but again we went on New Year's day and the waiters' disinterest could have been the result of being over-worked the previous night. During my previous visit the service was quite good.

The ambience suits dinner more than lunch. Locality is good and pricing is slightly on the higher side.

It is definitely worth a visit for the technology if not the food.

Here are the final scores:
Food Taste 3
Service 2
Ambience 4
Money Value 3
Avgerage Rating 3

Happy Eating!

Ten things I learnt in 2011

2011-12-30T13:54:00.001+05:30

1. To have good friends you need to be a good friend.

2. Life never goes as planned. You need to be prepared and strong.

3. Smile. It always makes things better. Always.

4. Everything happens for your good. You need to be patient for the good to show.

5. Laziness will never get you anywhere. If you want something you need to go out and get it.

6. I am proud to be a Kannadiga. I never knew that.

7. Your body is a mirror of your food habits. Eat healthy to look good.

8. First impressions matter. But they change over time.

9. Be good to all.

10. Whatever you know, make sure you know it well.

Persian Cat

2011-12-25T20:58:00.001+05:30

I want.

Knock knock

2011-12-25T19:08:00.001+05:30

New post coming up soon.

My Christmas Wishlist

2011-12-18T15:18:00.000+05:30

1. Longines Watch

Source: google.com.au via Gracie on Pinterest

2. Burberry Coat

Source: us.burberry.com via Charlene on Pinterest

3. Haruki Murakami book

Source: blog.annettepehrsson.se via Sofia on Pinterest

4. Leather bag

Source: etsy.com via iragrant on Pinterest

5. Chocolates

Source: flickr.com via Natalie on Pinterest

6.One Galaxy Note

Source: social-catalog.com via Tanya on Pinterest

Would you fancy some chocolate?

2011-12-18T14:56:00.001+05:30

Looks yummy. Finger licking awesomeness

Source: cafefernando.com via Divya on Pinterest

This is how I would want my living room to be

2011-12-18T14:52:00.001+05:30

Source: habitualbliss.tumblr.com via Divya on Pinterest

Entangled

2011-12-05T23:14:00.001+05:30

Strand over strand
And then another
Strand over strand
And then repeat.

Little drops of pearl
Stuck in between
And fingers
Weaving them neat.

Source: Uploaded by user via Divya on Pinterest

Moonlight

2011-12-05T23:11:00.001+05:30

His bald head peeped out
Like that of a small kid
The head shining like a pearl
White and round.

Not his best day today
No, he was only half there
And it wasn't he playing hide-n-seek with my eyes
But the ghostly clouds.

Source: google.com via Alana on Pinterest

2011-12-05T22:57:00.001+05:30

Ola. So do people still visit this place? I don't. But I missed posting things here and that is why I am back, to bore you with some nonsensical lines in a language that is slowly replacing all other. All around I hear kids talk to their parents and even their grandparents in English. What happened to all our languages? Isn't it better to curse in your native language? Well anyway, that I hardly the topic of this post.

I had a really hectic weekend. With loads of travelling. I never travel like that. I actually did not have time to rest my bottom and by that I mean time to sit glued to the laptop/desktop spying on others lives and doing random nothings. I listened to Kolaveri just once. Yes, that busy I was. And I never am. So its a new thing for me and I took one day to just get used to it.

So what I learned from all the travelling I did was that there are two types of people:

1. Those wo enjoy the journey without being in a hurry to get to the destination

2.Those who want to get to the destination and be done with it.

I would like to believe that I belong to the former category, but a lot of times I tend to be in a hurry to get things done. I am either waiting for the day to be over or the week or the month or year. Which reminds me I wish 2011 would come to an end ASAP. It has been a painful year and I am not interested in it anymore.

Is there one person out there for whom 2011 has been memorable in a good sort of way?

Into the sunset

2011-10-22T17:13:00.000+05:30

She brushed a silent tear
As it made its way out
From the corner of her eye.

She forced her lips to spread out
Into what others called
A smile.

She turned around to face the world
As she left behind
Her dreams.

2011-10-22T17:01:00.000+05:30

It has been a while since I put up a post here. I used up/wasted all my time on other things. But I have been writing. I have started a journal and I try to capture my thoughts and convert them to the written word. It is my pensieve.

The last one month has been a roller coaster ride. Ups and downs, twists and turns, smiles and tears, home and away. But I have learnt a lot. From people and from life. I've had interesting conversations and interesting reads. The last one month has been long, almost a lifetime. And I feel so grown up now, yet childish. People who know me well tell me that I need to grow up and acquaintances compliment me on my maturity. I am both. I choose to be mature/reserved around people I have only just met and all my immaturity is thrown at the people i love and who love me back.

This post has no direction, no title, no message. I decided that I want to write and that I need to write. So I wrote.

A green hope amidst the brown despair

2011-09-19T18:42:00.001+05:30

It always starts with a smile. The smile slowly infects your eyes and they begin to twinkle. Then you get the glow in your face. And then you slowly begin to dream. Dream and build castles, castles in the air, ignorant that they are castles in the air. To you they are castles, real castles in which you live every single day. You improve the castle as days goes by, decorate it and care for it. And slowly before you realise you have built an entire kingdom. Yet, you are unaware that you are now living in a bubble. A bubble that is floating precariously above reality. It might pop anytime, but you are unaware. You see nothing but the dreams you've woven, the kingdom you've built. The bubble is your world and the world is your bubble.

Then one day, *POP* goes the bubble. And everything comes crashing down. All the castles, all the dreams, your entire world. And you sit there in the mess not knowing what happened, how or when. Confused you look around and suddenly the world looks different. Everything is not as rosy as before. Till a small tiny growth surprises you. A little leaf appears amidst the mess that was your castle. A green hope amidst the brown despair. And you rise, slowly. It is not the end you realise. It is just another beginning. Only this time, you are stronger. this time you have a foundation. This time you are outside the bubble.

Yet the castles you'd built and the bubble that burst are ones that give you the strength. To move ahead. To move on. Your dreams are now your strength, no longer your weakness. Your dreams push you to "Buck Up". And so you buck up, 'cause that's the right thing to do.

Books vs e-books

2011-09-13T21:26:00.000+05:30

Reading to me is peace. It means snuggling at the corner of a cozy sofa, flipping through the pages that I am done with. Reading reminds me forgotten notes left behind among pages only to be found years/months later, bookmarks-both handmade and gifted, the shiny cover when the book is new, the strong spine of an hardbound, the smell of new books, the rusty smell of old books, the brownish yellow at the corners, book racks, book stores (not online stores), sleeping with the book near my head all night as I dream about the story. Reading is peace.

An e-book can never replace the joy of reading an actual book. Yet, in a few years we may not have much of a choice.

Save paper.

The beach boys - Kokomo

2011-09-10T00:53:00.000+05:30

I miss watching The Hogan Family and Full House on Zee Cafe. I miss being a kid. I miss being home.

Being grown up is not fun anymore.

Fishieee

2011-09-04T13:11:00.000+05:30

Got some fishes on my blog!! Yay!!!!!!!!!

Check them out, you can feed them by clicking anywhere around them. Try it.

Have a great Sunday :)

Lonely in a crowd

2011-08-23T22:02:00.000+05:30

I don't mind being alone,
It's fun, that.

It's when I am with others
Not of my type that
I begin to feel
Lonely in a crowd.

Ephemeral

2011-08-23T18:23:00.002+05:30

A small slice, triangular
Stringy cheese at the sides
Sauce dripping, messing my hands
As a pick the last one.

I close my eyes
And inhale the smell
Of herbs and spices
Melted cheese as well.

The first bite melts in my mouth
Like butter on a hot pan
And soon the slice
Is just a memory in my hand

I relish the taste
That lingers in my mouth
The cheese
Stuck between the teeth.

I don't want to let it go
The taste
Of herbs and spices
And the cheese all the more.

Independence Day - Another Holiday?

2011-08-18T22:54:00.000+05:30

Every 15^th August we see a country that is never seen otherwise. The tricolor flutters in every nook and corner. Suddenly the forgotten portraits of freedom fighters, national leaders are dusted and hung out in halls, auditoriums and public places. Patriotism is the trend. Even if you have hated your country on every other day, on 15^th August you will be proud to be an Indian. With all the colourful advertisements about India’s cultural diversity, rich natural resources, ancient history it is difficult to not love your country on Independence Day.

School children put up shows on the freedom struggle; politicians hold up rallies, patriotic songs are run on loop on TV, radio, malls and other public places. Movies which are based on national awakening, the period before 1947, British Raj are played all day. All social networking sites are full of statuses about proud Indians.

By the stroke of midnight, the madness slowly fades away and when the sun rises on 16^th August the country is back to the usual chaos. Dust settles on the tricolor flags, portraits are back in the cupboards. The country is back to playing the blame game, back to paying bribes and taking bribes. The colourful advertisements are forgotten and natural resources are exploited, caste prevails, Pakistan is till the enemy. Life continues till the next August 15^th. But wait, let’s not forget 26^th Jan. Another day, same story.

Drizzle, Drizzle, Pour!

2011-08-16T22:47:00.000+05:30

The rains always compels me to write. There is something about the rain, some romance that brings out the writer in me. It makes me want to tell stories, it makes me want to write songs. It is a weird feeling that comes with rain. Every single time.

Except when I am stuck outside waiting for a ride home. That's when I curse every damn thing that comes in my way.

Bleddy rain.

Stranger in the dark

2011-08-01T19:19:00.000+05:30

A junction of four roads
Gleaming under the sodium light
Vehicles silently whipping by
A slow sound amidst the quiet.

At the corner he stood
A tall hooded figure
Quiet and creepy
Alone like death.

This was written on a sudden impulse while traveling at night . I could've continued further, but I liked the ring to it and decided to stop it right there. Let me know if you love it or hate it!

Yummy in the tummy

2011-08-01T18:57:00.000+05:30

Prepared two yummy dishes over the weekend:
1. Sauteed garlic mushrooms - This was super yummy!!!!
2. Stir-fried broccoli - Here I used cauliflower instead of broccoli since we didn't have time to go out and buy broccoli. The taste was great, but the cauliflower was slightly undercooked :(

Below is a picture of the mushrooms! The cauliflower image wasn't very attractive!

A real person, a lot like you

2011-07-19T21:43:00.000+05:30

A friend shared this on Facebook. It is so true. The Internet is making us less sensitive. Watch it.

Fight stronger, harder, smarter

2011-07-18T00:40:00.000+05:30

Very powerful words:

Time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

-Steve Jobs

Sandalwood

2011-07-14T00:04:00.003+05:30

I watched a Kannada movie - Rajni on TV last Sunday evening. It wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be. It was quite good and I enjoyed most of it. I laughed through a huge part of it. 

And it got me thinking about the Kannada film industry, which is on my mind a lot these days. I feel the industry needs help. The talent is there but they are not using it in the right direction. They are not pushing themselves on getting a good movie. They are focusing on the money. Well, they should but money will come automatically if the movie is good, right?

Why not pick a good plot - take a story from the immense Kannada literature that we have, modify it as per the current scenario, get a few good actors, add a few good songs, work on the cinematography, the angles, the costumes, location and I am sure we will have a good product.

The heroine doesn't have to show her waist in every song. There are people who can compose better music than Gurukiran. We don't even need Sonu Nigam, we have our own Rajesh Krishnan and so many other good singers. Our comedians are talented, why cant we make a laughter riot? Why do we have to stick to love stories and mafia all the time?

Every other movie industry has matured over the years, but Kannada movies to a great extent are obsessed with the same thing as they were 10 years ago. "Sonta" and blood shed. The rowdy is the hero, the heroine is the rich guy's kid, there is a villain, there is a comedian and there are absurd songs. Lately there have been movies which were different from the usual Kannada style, movies that did well. But they would have done better if they had been marketed properly. Again a lot of Kannada movies are remakes. Why can't we come up with an original story? We don't have talent? Of course we do. We need someone to take charge and use the right talent and make the right movie that's all. A Anna Hazare for Sandalwood, fast for a good movie, fast for songs that are not painful to the ears. Melodious songs. 
 
I have grown up watching Kannada movies. I have enjoyed some, hated some. I hope they do something about it soon. What is happening now is bad for the artists and for our economy. 

Maybe I should just go ahead and make a movie. Need to take the matter into my own hands now. Ha. Yeah, right.

Mangalsutra

2011-07-11T23:28:00.000+05:30

Heard a very interesting piece of information. In our community, which is the GSB (Goud Saraswath Brahmin), married ladies wear two Mangalsutras as against one in most communities. I always wondered why.

Just recently found out why. And the reason is beautiful.
The first chain is The Dhaare Mani ( black bead and gold chain with 2 large coral beads ). This is given by the Bride's family. The black beads signify that the mother's blessing is always with the girl and will ward off evil, just like the black bead chain worn my kids.

The second chain is made of huge corals.This is the one that is tied by the groom and this denotes the bond that is marriage.

Wow. I think this whole concept is beautiful. Having Mom's protection even after your marriage - Wow.

Don't you think it's great?

This link has more detail on the Konkani style of weddings - Daivajnya Brahmin Marriages.

Wishlist - II

2011-07-07T23:21:00.000+05:30

I want this cat.

Wishlist - I

2011-07-07T21:40:00.000+05:30

Birthday approaching! Yay! Yeah, I'm a kid that way.

My mind is busy these days making a wishlist. The things I would like to get for my birthday!

And this is one of them : http://www.happilyunmarried.com/productsdetail.asp?Page=2&ItemID=120

The great illusion in twilight zone | Deccan Chronicle

2011-07-06T08:46:00.000+05:30

A very interesting read. Most of it we have reaad before, yet somehow I enjoyed this article. The great illusion in twilight zone | Deccan Chronicle

I think

2011-06-29T22:25:00.001+05:30

1. Way too many people are into photography.
2. the whole "darkest hour is before dawn" is actually true.
3. There is always a silver lining
4. There are still a lot of people who are not continuously hooked to the Internet
5. Laziness is taking over my life
6. I need more hours in a day.
7. Being Fickle minded is bad
8. Being nice is not easy
9. Being good is not bad
10. Being bad can sometimes be good.
11. I need to write more often
12. I need to finish reading all the books I bought.

I am planning on watching Delhi Belly. Are you?

And here is my current alarm tone. I can sleep right through it.

Random post. Because I had to.

Conversation

2011-06-28T22:32:00.000+05:30

Person1: Hey, get me 200 bugs ya!
Person2: you want 200 insects or 200 bugs in code?
Person1: No ya money, money.
Person2: Oh, you mean bucks.

Change.

2011-06-21T20:10:00.001+05:30

Posting from ScribeFire! Yay! I have changed the look for my blog. Let me know how to like it.

Conflict in the mind

2011-06-17T17:19:00.000+05:30

I smile. To let you think I'm fine. But I'm not. I'm hurting within. And it won't go away. There are so many things going right with me. Yet you feel they are wrong. Aren't they right? Are they wrong? I cannot think. Because I am hurting within. So many decisions to take. None easy. Risks all of them. But I am optimistic. Why can't you be? I need to take risks. Everyone does. Some work. Others.. don't.

But what's the worse thing that could happen? Nothing that cannot be solved. Life's like that. It goes on.

I'll take this risk. It'll be my first. Let me do it. This one time. What say?

55 word fiction - Red Rose

2011-06-16T11:03:00.000+05:30

Here is another lame attempt at 55 word fiction:

She looked lovingly at the bunch of roses. She ran her hands over the prettiest among them. He watched her for a very long time and finally came and handed the rose to her. She looked up startled.

“Thank you” she said shyly.

He smiled back at her and said “That will be Rs.10/-, Ma’m.”

India - On top of the wrong list

2011-06-15T12:16:00.000+05:30

Not-so-good news - Here.

Sono tornata

2011-06-15T09:18:00.001+05:30

I haven't been online for longer than five minutes in almost a month. Initially I thought I would feel helpless without access to the Internet but surprisingly I hardly missed anything. I could concentrate on a lot of other things and I could spend a lot of time with myself.

Not having Internet is not such a bad thing after all. Being online all the time makes me very lazy. With no Internet I was able to do things which I didn't have time for.

I read a little more, a made more lists, watched more movies and slept a lot lot more. More sleep was the biggest advantage.

But the good news is "I am back". Yay!!! (For those who care).

Here is an interesting link.

Till next time, see ya :-).

Chokher Bali

2011-05-19T23:14:00.001+05:30

I just watched Chokher Bali. A great movie. It is, like a good friend said, "heavy". Aishwarya was her usual self, but better than in other movies. I need to read the book to really understand the protagonist. But I think the book would be a lot more disturbing than the movie. I need some time to get out of it. It has captivated my mind completely. The story is really strong and you cannot help but feel for the different characters. Especially for the widows and their plight.

What I learnt: Read everything by Rabindranath Tagore and watch more Bengali movies.

Vicarious

2011-05-12T15:42:00.000+05:30

I read,
every word she writes.
I live,
each sentence, each phrase.
I wait,
while she has nothing to say.
I wait
till I can begin to live again.

Mann Ke Manjeere (English Version)

2011-05-06T23:58:00.000+05:30

An old favourite!

Rain rant

2011-05-02T23:21:00.000+05:30

It has been more than a month since I posted something here. I was neither extremely busy, nor was I going through a rough patch. I was going through life, the usual. I just couldn't get myself to write. I didn't even try to. Not that anyone missed me, right?

Anyway I will complain today about the rain. I hate Bangalore rain. It is unpredictable and highly unhygienic. It ruins a lot of things for me - sandals, clothes, and loads of other things which I cannot think of right now. It spoils my mood, thanks to all the water logging. It gets my feet wet. With dirty water. It gets my umbrella wet. Yes I don't like getting my umbrella wet. It results in wet feet entering the house. Soiled clothes. Power cuts. Traffic jam. Balancing umbrellas and getting into vehicles without getting wet. Vehicles splashing dirty water all over pedestrians. Gah. I hate rain in Bangalore. I like the Sun better.

I don't mind rain on a Saturday afternoon though, when I am indoors (safe) sitting next to a window (water splashing against the glass pane), with a book in my hand and hot, strong coffee close by. You don't need music when you can hear the rain. Yes, that I don't mind.

P.S: I love Mangalore rain.

Who art thou?

2011-03-29T20:55:00.000+05:30

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

-Mark Twain (A Tale of Two Cities)

Iktara Iktara

2011-03-27T22:29:00.000+05:30

I love the movie "Wake Up Sid". You put a writer girl with lovely stationary and white kurta living independently in Mumbai and working in a creative field - How can I not love it? Any movie which has - Mumbai, creative person going after his/her dreams/lovely interiors/normal casual clothes/rain/photographer/writer and good music - I will love it. As long as the actors do justice to the characters they play of course. That is one of the reasons why I liked "Dhobi Ghat". The other reasons being the completely adorable Prateek Babbar and the photographer girl. I have something for people who love photography. And colours.

The only problem with this movie is the climax. I would've loved it better if Ayesha and Sid remained as friends and found other partners or something. They didn't even have to find other partners. They could have just patched up and became the thickest of friends. Every movie doesn't have to have the protagonists fall in love right? Besides, Konkana Sen Sharma and Ranbir Kapoor look absolutely disgusting as a couple. There is no chemistry, no sparks whatsoever. I find the last scene where they say they love each other so very gross. An otherwise romantic scene (what with the sea and rain and white kurta and everything) was completely ruined by Ranbir's I louuve you... Crap.

But if you ignore the stupid pairing the movie is a masterpiece. I know a lot of you won't agree.. So let's just agree to disagree shall we?

There goes my limb

2011-03-25T11:59:00.000+05:30

Before you read any further, let me warn you. You are not going to like it. This post is not for the faint-hearted.

Proceed at your own risk.

She was watching TV. It was time for her husband to come home from work. She looked at the watch. The door knob turned. Her husband was back. He looked irritated and angry. Suddenly she noticed, his right hand was missing. "That's funny" she thought to herself,"It was there in the morning."

"Hey, where is your right hand?" She asked him. He looked lost at first. Then, realisation dawned upon him slowly. There was a hole where his hand used to be. It looked messy and gross. He turned to her"These BMTC buses I say, I think my hand is still hanging on the railing. I was wondering why I couldn't feel my right hand two stops back."

Olfaction

2011-03-16T21:40:00.000+05:30

Addicted to the smell of garlic+paprika+oregano+coarse pepper+basil+thyme+lemon rind.

That's the smell of the new seasoning I bought to add some zest to my food! Can't stop taking in the fragrance. Reminds me of oven fresh pizza, red-sauce pasta, bruschetta, and a lot of yummy stuff..

Oh by the way - bruschetta i pronounced as bru'sKetta.. Did you know?

Kiss - Because i`m a Girl

2011-03-11T22:53:00.000+05:30

Romantic and scary at the same time. A really sad story.. Gave me the shivers..

Visitor - 55 word fiction

2011-03-09T14:26:00.002+05:30

A dark night, an empty house. Thunders and showers outside. Alone, huddled in a corner, trembling.

Three pairs of legs inched towards her. She screamed. There was nowhere to run, no one to save her. No weapon at hand except her shoe.

She reached for her shoe. Legs moved.

And SMACK,
the cockroach lay dead.

Happy Woman's Day

2011-03-08T10:25:00.000+05:30

It's Woman's day!! Happy Woman's day to all the lovely women out there.

It's a day to send all lovely forwards that bring out the beauty of a girl/woman/how she does all the sacrifices/endures all the pain/is better than all men etc.. If you are a woman you must have already got a ton's of forwards saying how beautiful you are and how you should be proud to be a woman blah blah. All that is great. It makes you feel oh-so-good and special early morning. Here is another woman's day special true story.

She was happy. She had a great family who showered her with love, wonderful friends and a great life. God had been kind to her. There was nothing more she could ask for.

Then he came along. He made her feel special, made her feel loved. He was her first and only love. She spent two lovely years with him. And dreamed of more. One lovely morning she expressed her feelings for him to her mom.

And within seconds her entire life turned upside down.

What followed is months of pain, tears, torture and humiliation. The astrologer said her dad would die if she went for a love marriage. The aunt said she will bring disgrace to her family. The mom cried. The relatives interfered. Everyone had something to say. She wasn't allowed to say anything. Family name, girl child, pressure - The dad gave in. An old, bald guy was now her husband. No one asked her if she was happy. No one cared. The family name stood. That mattered.

She was physically abused every single day for the next three months of her married life. He wanted sexual pleasure. She hated the sight of him. She was emotionally destroyed, mentally unstable. No one to talk to, no one to trust. Finally her parents took her back.
You would think her family had learned a lesson. But that is not what happened.

She was now blamed for not adjusting, not satisfying her husband's wishes, for not being a woman. She had brought down the family name. They couldn't face anyone. Who would marry her now? Even if someone agrees, second marriage is more humiliating.

He is not ready for a divorce. He has pledged to destroy her life. His parents wished he had raped her before she left him for no fault of his. Two families humiliated. But only one person who suffers the pain. One person who sees her dreams shattered, and has no strength to dream again.

Those lovely forwards do not bring out the whole truth that every woman goes through every single day of her life. Lets hope and pray for a day when every woman out there can be truly happy for being born a woman and that day we can say - Happy Woman's day.

To a day without suppression, oppression and discrimination against either sex, a day where an individuals are respected for their achievements and not based on their sex, a day where everyone gets a fair chance to try, fail, love and live. A day when a man wants to marry because he wants a partner, a friend, a companion with whom he can spend the rest of his life and not someone to cook and clean for him. To a better day, a better way of life.

Happy Woman's day

Good Morning

2011-03-07T09:08:00.000+05:30

Opening your mailbox on a Monday morning. It's like opening a gift. You don't know what's inside. It could be something good - like an e-mail from an old friend, a really funny forward, some appreciation for the work done etc or it could be something bad - like bugs found in your code, bills etc.. But whatever it is, your week will more or less be decided by what's inside your mailbox on a Monday morning.

I am opening my mailbox. Hope its something good and exciting.

Have a great weekend ahead. Love, laugh and live.

Impossible

2011-03-02T23:17:00.002+05:30

Obsessed with a thought. An idea, a form. Not able to let go. Need the thought to materialize. Now. Not happening. Disheartened but cannot give up. Don't want to. Unimportant. You might call me foolish and say its crazy. No one does it this way. I don't care. I am unable to change my mind or think about anything else. I want means I want. Asap. I am the only one left. That can't be true. There must be someone else. I need her.Now.

Abstraction

2011-03-01T17:26:00.000+05:30

Obstinance
Kindness
Drastic
Moods
Relationships
Responsibilities
Money
Relationships
Interests
Duties
Career
Life
Love
Peace.

So many

2011-02-21T23:22:00.000+05:30

So many books to read
people to meet
things to learn
things to do
things to buy
reasons to laugh
reasons to cry

One lifetime is not enough.

Where art thou

2011-02-21T23:16:00.000+05:30

Drowsy yet awake,
Have a dream
A different kind
A person, a friend
Not the romantic type
A friend
In search of her
Everywhere.

New fascination - Ogden Nash poems

2011-02-15T23:34:00.000+05:30

The Firefly
- Ogden Nash


The firefly's flame Is something for which science has no name I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a person's posteerier.

Yesterday, once more

2011-02-15T10:19:00.001+05:30

A lot of times we cling to the past, to a certain day, a certain moment. We wish desperately that we could go back and change something we had said or done. We know its not possible yet we can't get it out of our minds. Our thoughts are continuously involved in making up a story about how life would have been if we had done something differently in the past. And more often than not that, the made up story seems to go on a much better track than what we are going through presently. All this ends up in us getting more and more upset with ourselves and our lives.

But if we can just tell ourselves that this is how it is meant to be and no matter what we cannot change the past, we would be so much happier. We cannot change anything that is no longer "now". The minute this thought sticks deep in our head things will be a lot more easier. Once we have let go of all our past mistakes (they are never mistakes though as everything has its own reason), once our mind body heart and soul has completely understood that we cannot change anything about the past we will be at ease with our lives. But the best part is that we will be more conscious about the decisions that we take now to shape our future. We begin to appreciate the things we've learnt and the people we got to meet on this journey.

There are a million quotes about the past/present/future. Let go of what has happened and live today in the best possible way is what they all have to say.

Spread the happiness. Live life your way in a big way.

Needle and Thread

2011-02-12T21:08:00.000+05:30

A tiny hole
A spool of thread
A piece of tattered cloth.

Frowning face
Impatient stare
As I thread the needle at last.

Out from there
Into here
Leaving a pattern behind.

A mistaken prick
A silent gasp
A trickle of reddish blood.

Hours pass by
And thread runs dry
Before the final knot.

A maze of strings
Ugly knots
I reverse the tattered cloth.

A pretty scene in colourful strings
Running in perfect lines
One look at this and you'll be amazed
But you'll never guess what's hidden behind.

Two on Ten

2011-02-12T20:59:00.000+05:30

I went there
And I went here too
On a Sunday morn.

I bought little of this
And lots of that
And spend time idling by.

First I was happy
Then I got sad
Almost shed a tear or two.

I missed one person
Found some other
Wanted to tell all this to you.

That's nice dear
But you gotta remember
I'm in Facebook too.

That means I know
Everything that you do,
Almost as much as you.

P.S: The title of this post refers to the rating given for this poem by my dear little sister.

Happy birthday D

2011-02-07T23:48:00.000+05:30

Another 15 minutes for the clock to strike twelve. Another 15 minutes for the birthday of a little princess. Another 14 minutes My sisters birthday. My little baby.

May all your dreams, wishes come true..May you be happy always...

Love ya D.........

God bless...

Happy Hippie Birthday!!!!!!!!!!

Craving

2011-02-03T22:54:00.000+05:30

I envy people who don't have cravings. I find it so difficult to say no to a delicious food item even though I know it will do me no good. Is it because when I eat I pay a lot of attention to looks, smell and taste of the food? Don't you?

How can you go to a hotel and read the long lovely menu and order something as simple as dal-chaawal when there is paneer tikka just a page before it? Don't the photos of gobi manchurian compel you to order something more oily than curd rice.

What is it that you think about when you read any restaurant menu, you craving-less person? Tell me. I would like to know.

Mazes in the mind

2011-02-03T22:44:00.000+05:30

Some conversations put you into deep thought, like the one I just had with a good friend. Face, expressions, body language help people form primary opinions about you. Secondary opinions are formed when they spend more time with you. Secondary opinions are based on what you say, what you do and what your eyes say.

When you spend time with a person you sub-consciously notice the things they say and the way they react to different scenarios and your mind decides about the kind of person he/she is. You build your opinion based on the people you know having similar characteristics.

Some people do it consciously, some sub-consciously but everyone always registers another person's reaction to a certain scenario and learns something from that. Sometimes you learn something about the person, sometimes you just learn something new.

But whatever it is, you are looking at everything from your perspective and from your definition of what is right and wrong. You have your ideas of what is a good thing and of what is a bad thing.

Each person's story revolves around themselves. From their eyes, through all their senses, through their frames of reference. They are the lead character in that story always.

Again a random post, with no beginning,no end for no particular reason, with no point to be made.

There is a reason this blog is divyasblues. I write when I am in a pensive mood and the only colour that makes me feel good is blue.

I write when my mind goes into overdrive. Like right now. A million thoughts, a million ideas, a million things to say. But its difficult to catch it.

Its like leaves below a tree when there is a strong gush of wind. They flow in random directions till they settle down. A lovely sight. Just like mind in overdrive is a lovely feeling.

Two things I would like to work on:
1. Getting more control on my facial expressions
2. Thinking before saying something - as in really giving it a thought
3. Speaking my mind more often
That's three I know. Mind in overdrive. Can't help.

Friday is almost here. That means weekend is close by too. That means "Kodial Theru" is getting closer. That just feels good.

2011-01-23T22:09:00.000+05:30

A lot of people my age are getting married. Too many marriage pictures on Facebook. It makes me sad, anxious and angry.

Why would anyone want to get married so early in life? What is it that attracts one to get married?

Its all nice to look beautiful and be the center of attraction for one day (I don't even like that) but what about the rest of your life? Once you say yes to marriage , you are done for. Its a drastic life change after that. One day you can do what you want, the next day you have to think a million times to do it.

I am not against marriage. I am against getting married early.

I wanted to write a lot about the ill effects of getting married but decided against it. Its a personal view.

One thing that I don't mind procrastinating for another two years - tying the sacred knot. It can wait. For me to grow up.

Love thyself

2011-01-22T15:57:00.000+05:30

I was just discussing with a friend the other day about the rapport I share with people around me. And while talking to her I realised that I don't know myself well. There are so many things that I just do, so many things that come naturally to me but I don't know it. So I am trying to get to know myself better. Because the happiness you feel when you love yourself is something that cannot be matched.

The confidence you get when you know the things you can do and those that you can't do. You are at peace within because you know yourself so well and nothing anyone says can hurt you. You don't wish to be someone else or feel bad about some feature/quality you admire in someone else. You don't want to live someone else's life.

That's because you are happy with the way you are, with the people around you, with the things that you love and things that you dislike. You are comfortable with the person that you are. You are just happy being, you.

French Kiss - the movie

2011-01-21T22:06:00.000+05:30

Just watched French Kiss. One of the most beautiful movies I have seen. So sweet and romantic and funny. God, I love Kevin Kline in this movie - the humour and his French accent. I would love to watch this movie again and again and again.

Meg Ryan did a much better job then Kajol.. And Ajay Devgan wasn't even close to Kevin Kline. But if you watch Pyar to hona hi tha without watching the original then you would love it just the same. The chemistry between Kajol and Ajay Devgan is much better then that between Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline though. Kajol and Ajay Devgan are hot together.

Music and Background score - French Kiss wins. French kiss is a lot more sober and sweet. Pyar to hona hi that is a little noisy in places thanks to Kajol's screaming.

I love both movies. But French Kiss is better.

Time goes by

2011-01-19T12:06:00.002+05:30

Wheels of fortune
Wheels of time
Turn in hysterical rounds.

I pant, I sweat
Trying to catch up
But I remain rooted to the ground.

I beg, I plead
For time to wait
It cares not for my sound.

Time flies by
With wings stretched out
While I stand here and frown.

Lost

2011-01-12T23:00:00.000+05:30

Sounds, noises
All around me.
People, machines
Buzzing like busy bees.

Laughter, shouts
Screams and pouts
My silence
Unheard, unnoticed.

Life is stationary
Drums are a beating
Claustrophobic
Where to run?

We are like that only - BMTC Bus Drivers

2011-01-10T21:29:00.000+05:30

The kind of drivers I have come across:

1. The good guy: The one who drives slowly and smoothly, smiles at passengers and lets pedestrians cross the road. Best of the lot.

2. The Spit champion: The one who needs to spit every other second making the most annoying sound each time

3. The neat freak: The one who takes it upon himself to arrange all standing passengers in a bus like books in a bookshelf. Even a tiny millimeter space is good enough to for a full blown adult to fit into. One guy even had a long stick with him and he took the pains of bringing the bus to a total halt and herding the sheep into the bus with his stick

4. The Formula One racer dude: This guy can't see straight. He sees the road in zig-zag patterns and cleverly misses to miss potholes. You will recognize the bus easily because its the one where all passengers are swaying all over, screaming loudly and passengers who were lucky enough to get a seat are finding it difficult to sit. In between all this you will have a conductor who somehow balances himself perfectly and expects you to give him exact change the minute you enter the bus. the face that you hand has dislocated and is thrown against the window is of no concern to him. "Change kodi amma!!"

5. The last one - the one with the dirty mouth - swears at anything and everything including himself.

That's BMTC. Whatay fun.

Reader's Delight

2011-01-10T12:12:00.000+05:30

A.G. Gardiner is one of my favourite writers. I haven't read a lot of his work but I have read enough to make him my favourite. His first piece of work that I read was a short story called "The Fellow Traveller". We had this as part of our English syllabus in school. The story was beautifully narrated and it had won my heart. Ever since that I have trying to get that story but in vain.

Only recently I found an e-book for Pebbles on the Shore by Alpha of the Plough (Alfred George Gardiner). It doesn't have the article I was looking for but it has a lot of other articles that are turning out to be a great read.

What I love about A.G.Gardiner's style of writing is the way he structures his narration. His articles have an introduction, a body and a conclusion. Most articles are written this way or at least I think they are supposed to be, but that's not always the case. Long sentences, unnecessary punctuation, too many words strung together are some things I hate to see in the opening paragraph of an article. The first sentence is supposed to capture your attention and give you a slight idea of what the article might have in store for you. But when a author uses a huge combination of words totally outside of the layman's vocabulary as his/her opening statement, I lose interest before I even complete reading the entire sentence. I'd rather read the dictionary than the article.

Gardiner's articles are simple and straightforward. He sticks to the point, uses the right words and is grammatically perfect.

My favourite article so far from Pebbles on the shore is "ON WEARING A FUR-LINED COAT". My next blog might just be on that.

And since I am not Gardiner, this post will now end abruptly.

Endorphin Rush

2011-01-09T22:39:00.000+05:30

Some of the things that make me happy:

1. Food - spicy
2. Green grass, dew drops and breeze
3. Country music
4. Chocolate
5. Morning jog
6. Humour
7. Pedicure
8. Purple
9. Supermarkets
10. Femina - my favourite magazine

There are more but this is what came to my mind right now..

Chaos

2011-01-06T23:01:00.000+05:30

Brain is in total chaos. Getting irritated with everything and everyone. A ten minute bus ride has me cursing really badly (in my mind of course). What do I do about it? God please help me get my mind back in control. Please.

Happy New Year.

Looking back

2010-12-29T21:24:00.000+05:30

2010 has gone by in a blur. It seriously has. But it has been a great year. I think I've become closer to myself than ever. I have spent a lot of time on getting to know myself. I've stopped living in denial and I am learning to accept things the way they are and most importantly I am accepting the person that I am. As a result I am loving myself more than ever. I have my flaws I know, but who doesn't. Besides its the flaws and the strengths that together make me, me.

At the beginning of the year I didn't know what I was doing with my life nor did i know in which direction I was heading. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. It's not things are crystal clear now, but at least I am sure about the things that I don't want. I took almost a year to figure myself out and I till have a long way to go. My head was in a total mess at the beginning of the year and till a few months back I was in a complete mess myself. But what I have learned all the while is something that has made me stronger as a person.

A really close friend told me - "Looks like you are finally growing up." I am really thankful for this friend for standing by me all through and helping me figure things out. I wouldn't have done it without you, you know that.

Hello world, hello 2011.

Touche

2010-12-29T13:49:00.000+05:30

Oh yes, I'm good at stitching and darning

And half my life's

Spent giving good dinners to guests who come

without warning

– I am a wife'

An evening by the Sea

2010-12-27T11:11:00.000+05:30

The last ferry leaves the island at five. If I miss that then I will be stranded on this island till tomorrow. I look at my watch. I still have an hour to spare. I decide to take a stroll. The island is its bustling with people today, young and old alike. Some are frolicking in the water while others are sitting under the gazebo eating, laughing and screaming for their kids to stay out of the water.

One kid sees a crab near the rocks and calls out to his dad in excitement. Little girls are collecting shells that are in plenty all over the island. Everyone is having fun. Including the guy who is selling fish. His business seems to be doing well today.

People with cameras are going wild not knowing in which direction to focus, there is beauty all around. Its difficult to capture a picture exactly the way the eyes see it. I continue walking till I come to my favourite spot on the island, high among the rocks. The uneven heights of the rocks have created a flat space ideal for sitting while being completely hidden from view. And the position of the sun guarantees that I am under natural sunshade.

The place is just perfect. From where I sit I can see the sea all the way to the horizon with little rocks surfacing in between. A few boats idling away make it a perfect picture that awakens the artist in me. But today I don't want to draw or paint or write nor do I want to capture the view on my camera. I just want to take in the beauty and have it etched in my memory forever.

The waves come in at regular intervals lashing against the solid rocks leaving behind shells as they recede. It looks like each time the wave comes in its calling out to you to come with it into the sea, into a world that is more beautiful and is closer to nature than the one we live in. Th water droplets hitting your face, the wind blowing your hair all over your face and the sun slowly moving towards the horizon make you want to stay on the rocks for as long as possible.

I look at my watch again. Its time to leave. I slowly unwillingly stand up, breathe in the fresh air, take in the view one last time before I turn and start walking towards the ferry. The ferry will take me back to the routine jobs and highs and lows, the city smoke, the race for money and the crowded roads where no one has time to enjoy the beauty around. Everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere, but no one knows where. But here time stands still and life seems more lovely and sweeter than ever.

I start walking back slowly like something is still holding me back. Maybe the rocks, maybe the sea or maybe the fact that I know that it will be a long time before I come this way again.

Amma

2010-12-22T00:00:00.000+05:30

Three minutes to the birthday of the most special person on earth. My Amma.

She has been my strength always and continues to be a great support. Not just for me but for the entire family. She is smart and funny, loving and cuddly.

Happy Birthday Amma. May you have many many more happy happy birthdays!!!

Love you so much........................

2010-12-20T22:22:00.000+05:30

4 days to Christmas and 11 days to New Year.
What does 2011 have in store for me? No idea.
What do I have in store for the New Year. Lots.

I want this year to be the year where I start doing more of the things which I've always wanted to do and less of the things that I do because they seem right. I want to take more risks. I need to take a lot of risks if I want to get closer to the path I want to be on.

I have dreams and aspirations and right now I am just taking baby steps towards them. I need to pick up pace till I find the cross where I need to take the turn. It will take a long time. But I won't give up till I am on the path. I don't care much about the destination, because once the destination is reached then there isn't much one can do from there. Well, that' not completely true, but for now I just want to be on the path I dream of everyday. I think I am getting closer.

My new year resolution: Stay firm about what you want and do everything possible from your end to achieve it.

2011 here I come.

Look into my eyes

2010-12-17T22:42:00.000+05:30

You want to get someone's honest opinion? Then the best place to get it from is from their eyes.

Eyes never lie. You can smile all you want, but your eyes won't till you are really smiling. You may practiced your smile to the best of your capability and you might think no one may ever know, but one look into your eyes is all they need to know the truth.

I have asked my friends and people around me for their opinion a lot of times - for my clothes, hairstyle etc. A lot of times the lips respond in the affirmative but I never trust that. I always watch the eye and I have my answer.

You can ooh and aah all over my dress but if your eyes are not smiling with you, then you are nothing but a phony. I do that a lot of times too, because most people can't accept the truth.

Its hard, I know. So learn to disguise your eyes. It's harder.

The Social Network

2010-12-16T19:19:00.001+05:30

If you started reading this thinking that it has something to do with the movie of the same name as the title of this post then you will be disappointed. This post has nothing to do with the movie so you might ass well close this tab and shift to whatever it I you were doing before you landed here.

For those who are still reading, :-E. That’s my smiley where I smile baring all my teeth. Thanks for continuing to read.

I need to get off the social network. And, I need to do it quick. I have started thinking in terms of Facebook statuses, tweets and blog posts. My whole brain functions differently and I am not liking it. Not one bit.

I looked through my friend list in Facebook and I realized that it contains a lot of people whom I have not spoken to in real life. They are not complete strangers to me in the sense that I recognize seeing them in college or school or elsewhere. But they are not acquaintances of any sort. Yet from my Facebook and twitter updates they will be learning a lot about the kind of person I am and about the person I hang out with. It’s a little scary sometimes.

So I have decided to reduce my friend list so as to contain people who I know and want to keep in touch with. The world is turning out to be smaller and smaller due to the social network and I don’t think I can deal with it.

So out goes Orkut (I havent used it in ages) and out go some Facebook friends.

2010-12-15T22:34:00.000+05:30

If a person is thick skinned, then he shall remain so under all circumstances. Nothing will ever get through his heart. By trying to get something through him you will be ruining a great part of your life.

Instead, learn to package it in a way such that he doesn't recognise what you are trying to do and you get your thing done.

No force, just a little smartness.

2010-12-14T23:08:00.000+05:30

Sometimes it's best to let a person do things at their pace rather than hurrying them up and making them work your way jut because you feel its right. Each individual has his/her way of doing something and when another person tries to mess with their pace/plan then they are messing with Nature. At some point of time they will surely realise that its best to give people a little space and just let them be.

Christmassy is a feeling

2010-12-13T23:49:00.000+05:30

Christmas is the best time of the year. It creates such a good vibe around. December is one lovely month. What does Christmas remind me of:

1. The colours red, white and green
2. Singing/Listening to Carols in school
3. Going around Mangalore looking at all the lovely Cribs
4. Going with my father to the hospital and to meet all the nuns and especially to look at the HUGE crib
5. Eating plum cakes, icing, keedios, goolios, kal kals
6. Christmas Holidays at school
7. Watching Jeremy Creek and The Grinch who stole Christmas on Cartoon Network. Also Yogi bear, Timeless tales and so many lovely cartoons.
8. Traveling to Bangalore to visit my maternal relatives
9. New year parties with all my uncles (wish they still had those parties)
10. Going around MG Road, Brigade and Commercial to have a look at the Chritmas Decoration
11. Watching Christmas movies on TV and crying when everything turns out fine in the end
12. Curling up on a sofa with Enid Blyton/Nancy Drew/ Agatha Christie book
13. Making long lists of New year resolutions
14. Reading the horoscope for the coming year and giggling for the romance section

Christmas, mainly December makes me feel good.

This year has been a good one though it flew by too quickly. I have grown in many ways- both mentally and physically, I have laughed, cried, loved and lost. But I have enjoyed every bit of the year that was and I am sure 2011 has something good in store for all of us.

I might even be a celebrity by the end of it, you never know.

But for now its December and I'm loving it.

Apna har din aise jiyo, jaise ki aakri ho

2010-12-12T23:12:00.000+05:30

23 is the age to be. You are not too young and you are not too old. You can at times be naive and sometimes all grown up. Unmarried and carefree, independent and single. Life seems so good. It has always been good but like wine it gets better as it grows older.

I know a lot of times we want to go back to our childhood when responsibilities were limited to studies, playing and not eating too many chocolates. But life is good while it lasts.

For the time being I am loving my age. I think I will till I turn 25.

P.S: This post reminded me of Britney Spear's I'm not a girl,not yet a woman.

Two's company

2010-12-09T23:11:00.000+05:30

When you want to do something real bad, but you lack the motivation to do it, the best thing that can be done is to find someone with similar dreams and aspirations. Then the two of you can motivate each other and help each other make dreams come true. The best part is that you have someone to share your views with, your mistakes, your rights and wrongs.

You'll have someone to push you up when you fall down, someone who you will want to pull up when they are down and together you both will climb higher than you would have alone.

Provided you find the right company.

Blankie

2010-12-07T00:15:00.000+05:30

What are prerequisites to have the perfect sleep?
For me its my awesome super long and super cool blanket, soft pillow, bed light and the sound of the fan.

Last three days I haven't been sleeping well because its too cold to have the fan switched on. I need the noise to sleep well. Today I shall switch on the fan. Or just learn to sleep without the noise. Lets see what works.

Noisy Silence

2010-12-07T00:05:00.001+05:30

Sometimes we want everything around us to be quiet and peaceful. When that begins to get on our nerves we want some noise.

The first two days of having an entire house to ourselves can give us great joy. We can do what we want, eat at any time, basically we are free (except for those status call updates over phone).

On the third day the silence becomes too loud.

What am i trying to say? I don't know. I am always going after something which I don't have. I am not sad about what I have, but I want a million other things too.

When I have silence, I yearn for noise. When its noisy, I wish it'd be silent.

What I love the best is noisy silence.

Confession

2010-12-04T22:36:00.000+05:30

I've always hated video games. In school and college if I was asked do you like/play video games I would always say "No, I just hate video games" and pretend like playing video games is way below my dignity. But there was a reason for that.

And the reason is that I always lost.

NO matter which video game it was - wrestling, bike racing, car racing, shooting or even the kiddie kind where you collect things and enter doors and stuff. My bike always went off track, hit trees and rammed into people, fell into the ocean. I even played an entire race with my car going in reverse because I had no idea how to get it back on track. My left right coordination has always been horrible. Still is. Could never get a hang of video games.

And now suddenly, I love them.

Because this time I played to have fun and not to win.

Smile a while

2010-12-03T23:52:00.000+05:30

Love makes the world go round. Very true. A whole bunch of things become easier and a lot more fun when you love doing it. Its easier to get along with people when you find something about them that you love.

Anger, hatred, ego, greed, jealousy and the other evils make life miserable for the person having them. Wipe it all out and replace it with love.

Then you will smile. All the time. Most of the time.

Till next time.

Blood groups matter

2010-11-24T22:27:00.002+05:30

People with B negative blood groups are generally very negative and people with B positive blood groups are positive. That’s the general trend. At least for the people I know.

Names matter. Usually a person’s character and interests has a lot to do with the person’s name. I don’t know how it works but it does. So when you name your kids be careful.

It helps a lot if you can control what can get you angry and what irritate you. You will be at peace within and that makes a lot of difference. It is something I am working on and it Is really helping me. Usually my ten minute bus ride to work spoils my mental peace terribly. It’s mainly due to the crowd and the idiotic conductors BMTC recruits. The crowd is made up of two type of people – slowpokes and people who poke. The conductors are always harassing the poor passengers. If they see space between two people (however minute it might be) then they want someone else to go squeeze into that. Once the person has settled into that space the conductor decides that he will now go to the other side. And he doesn’t wait for you to move or make way. He will brush (thoroughly) past you leaving you feeling disgusted early morning. And then there is the driver who wants to get to his destination at any cost, even if it means leaving the passengers with broken arms. See the conductor will not be harmed in any way because he is always squeezing between innocent passengers so that they provide him the cushioning effect. So there are a million ways to spoil your mood before 8:30 in the morning but it’s in your hands to not let all this affect you. And the day you are in total control is when you get a driver and a car. So till then find an alternative or like me just keep dreaming about – when I have my own car. I don’t need a driver, I like to drive. (For people who love me – I want an i20 for my next birthday – thank you very much).

Random post which probably doesn’t make any sense to you. Its ok, I am not writing to please you. But if you find grammatical errors and spelling mistakes do let me know. Also, if you are angry, irritated and boiling within then I’m sure your blood group is B negative.

Violet purifies

2010-11-17T20:36:00.000+05:30

An unexpected three day holiday due to viral fever helped me learn a few things and note them down:

1. Never say never. The universe has its own way of doing things. We can never predict what the future has in store for us, how one can go from happy to depressed within seconds, from no fever to high fever within hours. You need to be strong and take life and death, happiness and sorrow in the same way. It’s difficult but that’s how it should be.

2. I hate you because I think you hate me: Half the time we like or dislike a person because we think that person likes/dislikes us. If we could open up and speak our hearts to each other things would be much easier. When someone makes a joke out of you, it doesn’t always mean they want to put you down. People from different families can have a very different sense of humour. You need to look at things from the person’s point of view before you decide to feel bad and start hating that person.

3. Listening can make the person who is talking feel good: If you know someone who starts talking the minute they find someone who’ll listen, then I’m sure you’ve tried to run in the opposite direction when you see them approaching. But maybe they want to talk so much because no one else really listens. Maybe they have always had a lot of people around them when they were younger and now suddenly there is no one left to talk to. Loneliness can really bring down all your spirits. So that’s why I’ve decided to listen and not run. And besides you do learn a lot from they have to tell. After all it doesn’t hurt to listen.

4. Cough, cough: you need to fall sick once in a while to put your things that matter back in perspective.

Gecko

2010-11-10T11:10:00.002+05:30

A slimy reptile that you are
Your sight i couldn't bear
I was happier with you afar
But you didn't seem to care.

From behind the frame, you'd jump right out
Moving towards your prey
I would give a real loud shout
But you just wouldn't stray.

You'd go right after a bunch of ants
Or an innocent little fly
I'd be there doing a dance
Every single time you passed by.

I've driven you away
With a broom and stick
Almost every single day
But you come right back like a faithful pet, in spite of getting licked.

After all the pain you'd caused to me
You decided to go and die
You think by this you've set me free
Instead you've just made me cry.

Your death has certainly given me bliss
The tears are not due to your loss
All that's got me worried now is
Disposing your stinking corpse.

The middle is the beginning of the end

2010-11-04T22:03:00.000+05:30

Halfway through the week. Just three more days of pampering left. Not good. Not good at all. The blues are are here already but I am not giving in so easily. I plan to enjoy while it lasts.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Boo-Hoo.

I'd rather be, Just me

2010-11-02T22:51:00.000+05:30

I look at you
I wish
We could exchange
Places, circumstances.

I meet you,
And you tell me
Your stories,
Your pains.

I take back
My wish
I'd rather be,
Just me.

I look around
He seems happier
Luckier
Than I seem to be.

Yet, when I speak to him
And hear his stories
I know that
I'd rather be
Just me.

Each person from afar
Seems to be
Blessed
In ways we aren't

The closer we go
And explore
We realise that
Come what may
We wouldn't want to change
Anything, anyone.

I'd rather be,
Just me.

Colours of my life

2010-10-29T14:04:00.000+05:30

An empty canvas lies ahead
Sparkling white and plain
I couldn't help but paint on it
The colours of my life.

Flashing red and royal blue
For fire and for harmony
A perfect balance they should strike
But that's not always true.

An ideal combination of black and white
For the clash of right and wrong.
White may be a total bore
And the dark side may write the song.

A splash of yellow, a dash of orange
Together with some gold
Add to it a little sparkle
And you'll have me smiling bright.

A spurt of purple, a little beige
Also gray and pink
Different colours, different times
Mixed feelings they denote.

Then there is green deep within
For envy and for spite
Its not the best and pulls you down
So mix in it a little white.

Here we have some of the colours
That brighten up my life
They are not always the perfect blend
But then, that's what we call life.

Media attack

2010-10-27T22:17:00.000+05:30

I started off by posting a Facebook status on how media can influence our opinions on different matters. But then I had so much to say that I thought I could write an article about it.

Its interesting how the media can blow a small issue out of proportion and hide important issues under the carpet. The Outlook magazine anniversary special has a lot of articles on the same topic. Its a very interesting read. I'm really glad I bought it.

Noam Chomsky says media subdues the public. What the media says the public believes. That is why we have the media - to provide us with information from all over. Information that is not easily accessible. The media provides us information all right, but not the right kind. What we read/see is either the half-truth or a complete lie.

"Preity Zinta decides to bare it all" says the title of one article. All they wanted to say was that she will be writing her autobiography. Catchy titles can be really misleading. And the whole concept of Breaking News - No one seems to knows what news can really be put under breaking news. Kate Perry and Mr. Whatshisname's marriage in India, her wedding trousseau, mehendi, and whether they are having sex before marriage or not hardly matters. But look up Google news and you see "Kate Perry and the other guy break their 30 day sex ban". Is this news?

Language is another story altogether. When I was small I used to like listening to news readers because they spoke perfect English - the right words, the right grammar and the right accent. Also, they spoke at a moderate volume and didn't scream at you.

Shashi Tharoor's article in Outlook is really powerful. If the media can learn something from it then we can have better news to read and think over.

I hope we have those soft spoken yet stern newsreaders back. Soon.

Now or never

2010-10-20T23:21:00.000+05:30

Tick tock tock

time flies by
tick tock tock
I hardly care

Someone passes by
Running towards, maybe for something
Another person follows, and another
Its a race
A race not against each other
But each running on their own
I used be ahead in this race
A while back
Or so I thought
Now I realize
I’m not even in the race
I’m not running
I’m jut an onlooker
Watching people fly past
Watching people move ahead
While I remain
Stationary

Tick tock tock
time flies by
tick tock tock
now I care

Do I run now?
Will I get past all these people?
Doesn’t matter, start running

what if I fall?
Then you can get up
and keep running just the same

what if I lose?
No one loses
if you run and keep running
you win

what if it’s too late?
Just run
at least start.

See your goal,
decide what you want
and then run for it.

Before you realize it’s too late
before you are the only one left
before you run out of chances
get up, get going
it’s now or never

Finally

2010-10-20T16:25:00.000+05:30

This post is titled the way it is because I'm writing after a really long time. It's been really frustrating to not be able to write even though I've wanted to. I have had thoughts in my head that I could write about but, I just couldn't. So finally, I'm writing something.

This post is about something else though – it's about choices.

At some point in everyone's life there will be a time where one has to decide between one's own interest and the wishes of the people around them, people whom they love and who love them back. And for every one it's the same dilemma, do I stick by what I want to do irrespective of its consequences or do I give up on myself just to see my loved ones smile.

The thought of what their reactions might be is by itself enough to make one give up. To see someone we love in pain because of our decision is the last thing on our minds. And that's what makes it so hard. We don't want to hurt them but we don't want to give up either.

But then life is always going to be this way. People around us may not always like our decisions. And that's why we need to get tougher. Tougher to face opposition of any sort, tougher to stand on our own if everyone we know turn their back on us.

The end result should in no way stop us from following our dreams. If now we decide to sideline our interests and live for others then for the time being we may be happy because we've made someone happy, but that pang of guilt within us for giving up will eat us forever.

It's better to cook up a storm than wait for it to occur. Like Robert Frost said,

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.