Sanely Insane

Mush, uncalled for.

2012-02-26T16:31:00.000+05:30

February, Valentine's month. I know I'm late, but that is how I work. So, for Valentine's Day I had to write a post for which I had to create mush by listening to some good 60 songs. Didn't work. You know you're a failure of a blogger when you have to create a feeling for a mere blog post. And then, last night Rockstar happened. Like half the Indians over the globe, even I saw Rockstar. And all over again, I understood that mush is not necessary. Love can function very well without mush. Mush is just another feeling, but love can survive without it and how!

Rockstar is a trend-setter and a game-changer for the Indian cinema and it's viewers. People must now move over DDLJ and "Kuch kuch hota hai", both being highly over-rated. KKHH is still cute, but DDLJ was never that good. Now, let me not talk like a film critic and express my views on it.

More than an individual's journey, I see rockstar as a love story. The love between Jordan and Heer is a rare one. It's not just plain and sinless. They don't refrain from intimacy because she's married. They go all the way because it felt right. The feeling of holding a loved one so close, that precious feeling is valued over morality. They are not the "Oh-I-love-you-so-much-yet-I-won't-touch-you-'cos-you're-married" types. They are "Oh-I-love-you-so-much-and-you-belong-to-me" types. Yes, the sense of ownership prevails. Jordan can't stand the sight of Heer in her husband's arms, though that is the way it should be, right? Heer knew it was wrong, all the time. But then, right and wrong are relative terms. To Heer, the married woman, it was wrong. But at the same time Heer, the girl in love, knew it was the way it was meant to be. It is not just about love. Lust comes as a part of it. Just a mere touch and you see the person breaking down into million little pieces. The repressed emotions find their way out. And, to label it adultery would be just cheap. Why do we have to see it as black and white? There's grey. Always. And to Heer and Jordan it comes as easy as breathing. As normal as breathing. As required as breathing.

Rockstar has every required element of love. Except, there's no mush. No coochie-coo. And, its awesome that way. Jordan feels incomplete without Heer. Heer seeks psychiatric help in Jordan's absence. What kind of love is that strong, that its absence pushes you to such extreme levels. Jordan is always high, not on drugs, sex or alcohol. On love. He's drugged by her love. It becomes an addiction for both of them. The void that can't be fulfilled with meaningless sex. Jordan has the option. He has girls falling for him. Girls ready to do anything. But, his feelings for her are stronger than they seem to be. Without Heer, Jordan feels empty on the inside. He knows he can't be with anybody but her.

And then, as fate conspires, they meet again. And the passion blooms again. An amazing thing here is, that they have been distanced for years, still the love remains strong. It is not just a memory that fades away with time. It stays. And again, it just seems to be natural. Like its supposed to be this way. The rational mind questions, "how?". Not being in touch and yet the feelings stay this strong? Kudos. The meaningful silences return and so does the smile and the satisfaction. The feeling of being complete. It is like being a jigsaw puzzle. No other piece can fit in. There's no replacement. They fall in place to complete each other. Not complement, just complete.

The best part of rockstar, after the story and the music, has to be dialogues. There's an earthy feeling to it. They sound real. There's no "I love you" at the end of the calls or no holding hands. They are simple and profound. So are some few moments. When realisation strikes Jordan at Hazrat Nizzamuddin's Dargah, when Jordan and Heer meet after hours for a mere hug, when Heer feels guilty and breaks down, when Jordan comes to know that Heer has slipped into a coma, when Jordan is far away from Heer and yet he knows that Heer passed away. Such moments that take your breath away. As Rockstar approaches the end, it leaves you restless, craving for more. Yet, there's an inner peace that compensates.

Rockstar taught me that you don't need a person's physical presence to love him. Its just the thought. And if its strong, it'll survive the test of time. Love is when you can be yourself with a person, knowing that he won't judge you if you drink cheap booze or watch sleazy movies. Instead, he'll enjoy with you. Love is when you can lie to the world, but not that one single person. Love is when you own a person; mind, body and soul. You can call him yours with all the rights. Love is not wanting a person, but needing him. And most of all, love can survive even when life can't. Love is that strong.

The footsteps of silence!

2012-02-09T17:08:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer : This beautiful poem has been penned by a very close friend, Niharika Mor. I read it and fell in love with it instantly. I knew it deserved to be share, so here it is.

There was a joy evident,

On every face present.

As the clock chimed happily,

And yet it felt like an eternity.

A little laughter shared here,

A little secret whispered there,

Being carried away by the breeze,

To be guarded, somewhere deep.

But time flows away,

And life passes by.

They say, to meet and depart,

Is the true way of life.

I once again stand amidst chaos,

Only to find stillness within me.

As, the heart no more sings,

Only yearns for you, to be back.

The emptiness now haunts,

The room filled with happiness.

And the echo of the moments,

Engulf the heart with sadness.

Softly, silence tip-toes in,

And dawns the sentiment,

All I'm left with now,

Is memories and reminiscence.

Birthday wishes!

2012-02-07T20:28:00.003+05:30

Disclaimer : Too personal. Read ahead only if you give two hoots about my personal life. You may not find it interesting but I'm sure it means the world to someone. And it is to make that someone happy.

Happy birthday Sonu!!!! I dunno where to start from, see it is tough, but I have my way with words, which is really an easy way out. So, chica, you turn 19. Big number, right? That's bullshit! You're gonna stay 6 till you die, I know you! And we love you for that. Apart from the fact that you are the only miss-head-on-shoulders. See, you're a terrific combination. You know when to stay subtle and not shout and be polite to people. But don't be a pushover no? Niki, Prachi and I keep explaining this to you all the time. You gotta stand up for yourself. Not everybody will be good to you and will have solely pure intentions.

Apart from that, you are a gem of a person, my 4 AM call buddy, even though I'm not mad enough to stay awake at 4. But I know, you'll be there for me, like you always have been. You constantly support me, when I lose my confidence. You are like a spark of sunshine in our lives. You have always been good enough to everybody around even though we have been mean to you at times. I know I have been. And I'm sorry for that, swear on you. I promise not to be a bitch with you. I'll never shout on you, ever again. You've been in my life since nearly 7 years. Believe me, nobody has stayed that long with me, ever. I love you for that. *insert sloppy kisses and big hugs* ...

And as for your gift, I'm sorry. WE all are sorry. Tujhe feel ho na ho, but really we feel bad! Niki ka toh promise hai hi, but even I promise, you'll get ~~good~~ really good gifts. It is not that we don't care, but bloody consequences and God and life. Such a shit no? We are sorry, again. But we'll make sure your gifts will be fantastic! And I know, after school, many people have changed, many relations have changed, but tu saali waisi ki waisi hai. And you rock, babe! You are one hell of a person, really sweet, unbelievably sentimental, totally mental and an awesome friend.

I know you'll stay the same way. I know you'll be in our lives for a long time. I know you'll say "Paagal chhori! Kuch padh le!" for the next three years. I know you'll say, "Saali, kaun mil gaya tujhe jo mujhe phone nahi karti?". I know you'll tell our children how we gatecrashed one tiny little party and how terrible the food was there. I know you'll be there at my death bed and say, "Achcha sun, mere liye wait karna!" { If you don't, I still know you would in your heart! :P }

Thank you Sonu, for staying this long in our lives. You are a true friend and your happiness matters to us. Thank you for sticking this long to the nut cases of friends we are! Thank you for keeping up with our constant nagging and rants and bitching sessions!
Love you! :D

To all the orange candies and paani puri in the world! Cheers!

PS : Comments are disabled for this post as I said, personal, right!

I am done! Or, am I?

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

I take two steps ahead.

I think.

I step back.

I stand where I was before.

I think again.

I pull myself out of it.

I persuade myself.

And then, I take a leap.

I run.

Only to know that I've reached nowhere.

For once, I'd like to know I hold something in my hand.

PS : Randomness again! Don't call it a poem, it's just a thought!

For the filmy keeda...

2012-01-28T12:49:00.000+05:30

Being a pakka hindustani, my veins carry more filmy dialogues than blood. ( See, the line proves this! ) Bollywood has messed with my brain in a very irreparable, damaged-forever kinda way! I go over the top and express, not always, but most of the times! Not the way Kirron Kher did it in Om Shanti Om, but somewhat OTT-ish! Yep! So, following are the pointers of my beliefs, thanks to apna pyaara, sabka dulaara Bollywood :

1. Best friends, if from opposite sex HAVE to fall in love! If from same sex, HAVE to have a major fight, at least for some time! Then obviously, they have to make up! :P

2. Once in your lifetime, in one's blooming days of jawaani, one will undertake a journey alone which will be life changing! One will find the love of his life on a train, plane or BEST bus! But pyaar toh hona hi hai!

3. A guy and a girl, who don't like each other's face and can't stand each other will fall in love! Ultimately!

4. Complete packages exist. And by complete packages mean brains + looks + heart of gold!

5. If a guy loves a girl, he has to bash up at least one man who lays eyes on his girl. Without this scene, their love life becomes pretty boring!

6. A player will meet his match and fall for her! :P

7. Never underestimate the mata-pitaah power! They are always two steps ahead of their children!

8. "Friends forever" actually exists. You have that one awesome friend, with whom you can share anything without being embarrassed. And he will stick to you till you die.

9. Even at the baali umar of 16, it is true love and not infatuation! :P
You're not that stupid to have crushes!

10. Satyameva Jayate! Baddies can never have the winning card. It has to be the guy/ girl/ family. Anyone but the goons/ villain/ corrupt government officer will win!

11. Dominating husband ultimately gives in to his wife, in the end of movie or life! Remember Jaya Bachchan saying "bas, keh diya, so keh diya!" ... Wifey darling has to have the last word.

12. There is no such thing as friends with benefits. Emotional syappa has to creep in!

13. Every NRI has a soft corner for his country, even though he hates it initially!

14. And, at last, love triumphs all! True love survives and wins!

See, such a mess! But its not just bollywood, even hollywood's influence has rubbed in! Hollywood also portrays the same drama, but in a subtle way! Sigh, the movies and their after-effects! :P

Melancholy.

2012-01-07T19:08:00.000+05:30

"I feel like I'm standing in the middle of crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up."

Here I sit, in my comfy clothes, writing away something. Anything but something. Its the inner call currently, a dire need, to let it all out. As I wait for a phone call or a text or a tweet or a ping. I wait for my phone's LED to flash red. Only to prove myself that yes, I'm needed and loved by at least someone. I crossed his/her mind, even if just for a second. I won't pick up my phone until it flashes red. Yes, I need someone. Yet I won't initiate. At least for once, I'd like someone to think about me, to care for me, to give me a call, or leave a text.

My realplayer also understands this. Plays songs that suit a ~~needy~~ want-y personality. How music influences your moods. I don't need anybody. I'm not desperate. I'm angry. Maybe alone. It may be just a mood swing. But I want someone. The best way I can put it in words is, I'm not using any exclamation mark, which happens to be my signature style. It is all full stops. No emotion prevails in my mind. No feelings making itself felt in my heart. No memories running through my brain. Its just blank. Melancholy. Voices inside my head. I'd shout, but without any reason. Unjustified. Unexplained.

I guess, sometimes, you need people to want you. To show that they care. That you still matter. That your presence affects. That you make a difference. That they still love you. That no problem is that you can't solve. That they'll always be there, no matter what. That your smile is still a matter of concern for someone. That they can be selflessly yours. This is what I want right now.

P.S. : Yes, while I was writing this, someone actually remembered me! :)

A plea, a request.

2011-12-22T19:53:00.000+05:30

Someday,

I'd like to jump without the fear of falling,

I'd like to dive without the fear of drowning,

I'd like to run without the fear of halting,

I'd like to dream without the fear of waking up,

I'd like to fly without the fear of broken wings,

I'd love to laugh without the fear of crying,

And I'd like to fall in love without the fear of getting hurt.

~ plea of a broken heart.

P.S : No, I didn't go through any break up or heart break. This was what my mind came up with, randomly.

Living life.

2011-12-21T11:21:00.001+05:30

So, what is the date today? 21st December, 2011. And if all that Mayan forecast, Pralay, Kalug-ending stuff is true, then we have just one year to live our life. Yep! Just 365 days. Well, if the world actually ends on 21st December, 2012, then why are we wasting our lives this way? Why are we working our asses off, studying like there's no end, running to catch a bus or train?! There is an end, now, isn't there? So, chill, take a deep breath and plan out stuff. What do you want to do, to make it a better experience. Something like Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. I have decided, that I'll try and do some random/ weird/ spooky/ insane stuff. I don't want to die in grumpy mood saying "Shit yaar! Kuch experience hi nahi kiya!". Hence, here is a rough draft of what I want to do:

1. Singing on the roads. I've a very bad voice. When I sing, people consider suicide. But this doesn't stop me from singing. So, this is the first thing. I want to sing, ekdum khulke. Like it happens in movies.\

2. See a child birth. Weird wish? I know. Still, how people say its the best thing/ its a miracle/ how a life is created and all?! Yeah, so I want to witness a child birth.

3. Meet Amitabh Bachchan.

4. Fly a plane. For that I need training. Eh, its just a make-believe dream!

5. Sky diving and Bungee jumping.

6. Spend a night on a boat in a sea.

7. Camping with friends. You know, bonfire and all.

8. Meet at least one blogger friend and one tweep! ( friend from twitter )

9. Just to meet that guy. Yeah, that guy, I saw him on Linking Road only for a split second. And I fell in love with his eyes. I just want to see him once.

10. Slapping a person or two. Ainvayi nahi, okay? I have my own reasons. The number may increase.

For now, this is all. Things may come to my mind. But make a point to do one different thing, each day. Kya pata, kal ho na ho!

Make each day count.

Late addition : I want to see how Ted from HIMYM met his wife. Yep.
I don't want to die with a story unfinished.

Destroyed smiles.

2011-12-14T12:28:00.001+05:30

Gayatri never knew her life would change this way. She knew she had no way out. Contemplating, she took to the chair. A creaking voice echoed in the room. It didn't help. Neither did the fact that she'd lost everything she had. Her world had shattered, leaving nothing behind. Not even the slightest of traces. She looked around, only to see her past. A happy one. Her mind drifted to those complete moments.

A year back from now, they were a complete family. Rajesh, Gayatri, Raman and Nisha were the members of Gupta family. A family with limited means but unlimited happiness. Surely, they lived in a not-so-posh area, their income was just enough to fulfill their needs and suffice the important wants, but they never regretted it. Rajesh and Gayatri had taught Raman and Nisha never to complain and stay happy, to which they happily obliged. A feat seen very rare. Gayatri worked as a cook at the Raika's place and Rajesh was a clerk at the Raika's office.

Mr. Pravin Raika was the District Magistrate. He obviously had a family, but a broken one. Him and his wife were not a happy couple to look at. Outwardly, they seemed in love. But only few could notice the developing cracks. At home, sometimes there was a sullen silence and sometimes, thundering storms could be witnessed. Shama Raika had taken to anti-depressants. She had no friend, no kin to talk to. She knew, if she'd spoken about it to anybody, the news would come out and damage their reputation. Thus, helpless, she shared it with someone she trusted, Gayatri. Gayatri was shocked out of her wits when Shama opened up to her. She had always been far away from the truth. Now, when she was face to face with it, she could see why Shama had sent her son to the boarding school. To save her son the stress, Shama kept him away. Gayatri could only sympathize. She heard Shama cry her pain out. She could just hug her and console her. Gayatri could tell that Shama had had enough. She was full with Pravin and his perversion.

Pravin had been a good father, but not a satisfying husband. No one knew this side of Pravin, except his wife. Shama cursed the moment she had said yes to Pravin. How Pravin had charmed her parents, how Pravin's parents promised hers that they'd keep her as a daughter. Nobody could see through those lies. Pravin's parents were unaware of Pravin and his flickering mind, his insatiable hunger. In the beginning, it was all roses. After the marriage charm worn off, Pravin ill-treated Shama. Shama couldn't opt of the marriage. She was already pregnant with Avinash. Her parents had passed away in a road accident. She had nobody. Hence, she stuck to Pravin and his lecherous ways. Later, she saw Pravin turn into a devil. He scarred her, mentally and physically. Shama couldn't take it anymore. Gayatri listened to her, nodded and hugged.

That night, Gayatri was thankful to God that her family was perfect. Less money was a very small problem. She believed they could handle anything till the time they were all together. She shared it with Rajesh. Even Rajesh was shocked. How could his boss do this? The guy who's always smiling, who works harder than anybody in the office, who always understands the unsaid problems of his employees. And then, sleep took over them. None of them knew what fate had for them in store.

Gayatri set out for her work place in the morning. When she reached the she saw a bunch of media people standing outside. Something wrong had happened. She made her way into the house from the back door, only to know that Shama had killed herself, last night. This was the news she received from the maids. Shama was taken to hospital in the wee hours of the morning, as she had drugged herself. Two tears rolled down Gayatri's cheeks. She was happy that Shama was in a better place now. Pravin was in the hospital since morning and he was trying to avoid the press. The funeral rites were to be held in afternoon. The helping staff decided to attend it.

In the afternoon, they attended Shama's funeral. Yes, she looked peaceful. And there was a hint of guilt in Pravin's eyes. Maybe he had changed, Gayatri thought. Gayatri set out for her home way too early, this time. When she reached home, she saw nobody was there. She saw Raman playing outside. Nisha must be at her friend's place, she thought. Night fell. It was 9. Nisha hadn't returned home yet. She called up all her friends. Her friends said that she had failed her terminal examinations. She was depressed and had left for her Mum's work place, after leaving the school. Her friends were shocked Gayatri didn't know that. Gayatri and Rajesh left for Raika's place. After a small feud with the guards, they entered the house. They saw Pravin sitting on his couch. His eyes red, speaking volumes of anger and alcohol. Gayatri looked around and found Nisha's red ribbon lying on the floor. She understood everything in a split second. She looked at Pravin. Rage took over her. She bolted towards Pravin. Rajesh also understood. But he kept his mind stable, he tucked Gayatri from her back, held her and they left the mansion. They searched for Nisha in every nook and corner of the city, where she could've possibly been. They didn't find her.

They went to the police station. The constable asked them to wait for 24 hours from the time Nisha was reported to be lost and then file a report and whisked them away. Silence prevailed in Gupta family for the next few hours. Then, they made their way to the police station again. They filed a missing person report for Nisha. To the police, she was just a missing person. To Rajesh, Gayatri and Raman, it was their laughing-chirping bird. She was the life of their home. The police lied that they would do their best.

After 3 days of gloom, they found Nisha on the side of railway tracks of the city, which co-incided with the slum area. The body was brutally injured. Gayatri and Rajesh were not able to take a look at it. She was taken to the hospital for post-mortem. The doctor declared that she was sexually exploited and killed with a gun. She was dumped on the side of railway tracks after those events. A shriek escaped Gayatri's mouth. Rajesh was broken beyond repair. Raman lost his balance and fell. After performing the last rites of Nisha, they filed a report against Pravin.

It had been a year since then. The case was an open-and-shut one. They had no proofs and evidences. Pravin had bought his alibi. Today, Pravin left the court a free man. Justice wasn't served right. After leaving the court-house Pravin gace a smirk to Gayatri. The smirk that said, "Here I go, a free man."
That day was the gloomiest one at the Gupta residence. They had lost their daughter. They had lost their reason to smile. All that remained was a photo of Nisha, a smiling Nisha.

Why the fuck do I wear a dupatta??

2011-12-01T19:27:00.001+05:30

"Dupatta tera nau rang da, haaye ni mera dil mang da!"... Maybe, this was the reason, why Lara wore dupatta, because, Salman, always wanted to take them off and wear it himself! Take a look here. But that is not why I wear a dupatta! I have better reasons, than give it to a male cougar! ( All the Salman Khan fans, chill, he should be married and have a child in teens, but clearly all he cares about is botox and gym ) ...! So, ignoring the dupatta-borrowing/chori incident, let's focus on why I wear a dupatta! Wokay? Good.

1. To bachaao myself from Surya devtaa :
Yeah, I drive a two-wheeler, Activa that is and NOT scooty, get it right! And Gujarat is a state where we have only two weathers, that is summer and monsoon. God wanted Gujarat to be punished! So, we have no winter! What wouldn't I give, to get nice winter-y feeling! So, while Delhi wears 20 sweaters to save themselves, Gujarat roams around in shorts and bikini tops ( not literally, but the weather is that good ). And, mind it, I'm talking about Southern Gujarat and not Bhuj and Kutch. So, we, the girls who drive two-wheelers, use dupatta, to save ourselves the tan and the heat.

2. To hide my identity :
I can be mistaken for Veerappan's gang member, in a dupatta! Or a Terrorist group ka sadasya. Yeah, no-one knows "chunri ke neeche kya hai?" once I don that look! This comes in very handy, when I bump into rickshaw wallahs. Yeah, just rickshaw wallahs. They're such good-for-nothing people. They climb down and abuse, for their god-forsaken fault. They drive like a maniac on high! So, when they abuse, I can shout at them, without being stared at! Also, you know the other category of useless people, again consisting of men, those who love to stare at women and their assets! Yeah, you can give them that look, throw some cuss words and shout "ghar pe maa-behen nahi hai kya?" without any problem!

3. Obviously to save my hair and ears :
Yeah! This Surya devtaa ka prakop is terrifying! Also, the wind is least helpful! When combined, they rape my hair brutally! So, to save myself half-hour of combing, I tie a dupatta! Why ears? I'll tell you! My ears have this tendency of turning to bright red when exposed to too much of sun! And that makes me look like a monkey. So, again, to save myself some being laughed at moments, I again, use a dupatta!

4. Why do you care? :
Why are you this interested in all this stuff, huh? The fourth point is as useless as "s" in island. The thing is, I got, no other points! yep, that is all, my pals! I'm just this creative.

So, till the time I find other points, this is all! So, just for me, wear a dupatta, if you're a girl and adore the girls in dupatta, if you're a guy! Yeah, just adore, aage kuch kia, toh not my responsibility!

Yeah, this is me, blabbering something and driving! A pic taken randomly, which I was unaware of, until, my friend tagged it on facebook! Yeah! *rolling eyes*

Music unlimited

2011-11-28T20:28:00.001+05:30

Some recent pondering and thinking, and I got the conclusion that my life is going nowhere! I'm stuck! I'm as stagnant as water in a pond. Limited, non-moving, standing still! You know how it happens in those movies. The protagonist stands still and people, vehicles, animals around him are shown moving? Yeah, that's what is happening with me! Except that I don't have money to shoot it all, with all junior artists moving around me! So, just close your eyes and imagine it! And, enters music. This song, uplifts my mood, gives me hope! It makes me think. I've a great deal in my hand! I'm better off with so many things.

The song is Aas Paas Khuda ~ unplugged version. The song is something heavenly! So, here it is :

Jab hoga andhera,

tab paayega dar mera.

Uss dar se phir hogi teri subah.

P.S. : Ignore Ranbir and Priyanka's coochie-coo! Just listen to the song, with your eyes closed! I'm sure you'll love it!

Love reloaded.

2011-11-24T14:45:00.000+05:30

They say, love doesn't let you sleep. True, indeed.

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I never thought that love could be conveyed in a text message. But that night changed my mind.

28th May,2011.

2:00 a.m.

It was the night before my results, well, 12th standard results. Obviously, I couldn't sleep because of all the ~~butterflies fluttering~~ monkeys jumping in the pit of my stomach. I was just done with my movie marathon. I'd seen "P.S. I love you" and "The ugly truth". I opened my cupboard and took a look at my cellphone. 15 new messages, my screen showed. I opened the inbox to read all the "All the best for your result, I know it'll be good!" kinda messages. "Yeah, right!", I said and rolled my eyes. I typed "Thank you! And wish you the same" for all the commerce people and a plain "Thank you!" for the science wallahs. Thank God that I could send one message to several people at a time. I wouldn't have typed it for all the people. Somehow, sleep started to trace my eyes, when I got two new messages. Bloody technology. The two messages were as follows:

ABC : Hey! You're up?
XYZ : Oye! Abhi bhi jaag rahi hai?

Me (mentally) : Nahi! I know how to sleep-text!
Me (on message) : Yeah! Why? Kuch kaam tha kya?

After two minutes.

ABC : Yeah! I wanted to talk to you about something!
XYZ : Yep! I wanted to share something!

Me (mentally) : Woah! What? Wait. Both of them want to talk about something, now? Like at 2 in the night? Few hours before my results? Oh! Okay!

Me (on message) : Boloji! {This is really formal, normally I reply "bak" or "bhaunk"! }

After two minutes.

ABC : I like someone!
XYZ : I like someone!

After getting these messages, my sleep vanished like that girl in the magician's coffin! And I spent the whole night taking to them!

So, two best friends of mine had decided to reveal this secret, a day before my over-hyped results, simultaneously.

Coincidence, is it? Things like these, they make my belief in kismet stronger! *beaming*

Now, both of them, are happily, madly, hopelessly in love! And I'm happy for them, and their guys! And these four, are the only ones, I know, who love each other truly. Of course, respectively! ABC doesn't know about XYZ and the same goes for XYZ!

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They say, love doesn't let you sleep. True, indeed.

P.S. : I'm sorry to all the bloggers whom I follow and who follow me back, for not commenting on your latest posts! Exams were doing taandav all this while! But I assure you, that I've read them, all!

P.P.S. : In the last post I said that I'm off twitter! Well, scratch that! I'm back, baby!

Blasts from the past.

2011-11-10T18:24:00.001+05:30

After completing the 10 day challenge, I've no ideas left. In that sense, believe me I'm not creative. Topics I should blog about, they don't come straight to my head. So, till the time I get some ideas, I'll post random nonsense. Be happy or leave ( please don't ) :P

In this post, I'm gonna reveal about my horrendous past and my beliefs, which if I look upon today, I'll kill myself. After reading this, you'll kill me yourself. Following are my beliefs, my favourites and memories of my childhood.

1. I used to think Karisma Kapoor is the prettiest girl, ever.

2. Once, when I was three years old, I saw a kissing scene in some movie. I asked my mum what were the hero-heroine doing, so my mum said, "Beta, ye log chee-chee kar rahe hain!"... After that, whenever I saw a kissing scene in any movie or on TV, I used to put my hands on my eyes and run around in the house shouting, "Mummy, dekho ye log chee-chee kar rahe hain!". Just to tell you, this went on for 2 years.

3. I used to think that girls who stayed up all night were the ones who got pregnant. *ahem* *clears throat and shifts uncomfortably*. Well, in one way, girls who stay up all night, doing something, with someone get pregnant, don't they?

4. I sang "tujhko mirchi lagi toh main kya karoon?" all the time. It was my bachpan-ka-sharminda-kar-dene-wala-anthem.

5. I gave weird expressions while people clicked my photos. The weird expressions were weird to this extent that a chill goes down my veins today, when I look at my pictures!

6. I thought that Sonu Nigam was my Chachu's friend only because he had a friend named Sonu who looked only a little bit like Sonu Nigam.

7. This one is embarrassing. My favourite sportsman was Harbhajan Singh. *takes a pistol and shoots oneself*

8. I read all the material on the backside of shampoo bottles, soap covers and anything else available in the bathroom, while shampooing my hair, 'cause I got bored. It includes the instruction and ingredients part.

9. Whenever in my exam the question "Which city do you live in?" popped up, I answered Mumbai. The fact is, I didn't live in Mumbai. I was under the misconception that I lived in Mumbai.

10. I used to watch Sunil Shetty movies. Why? Don't ask me. I dunno. Now, I can't even watch his movie's poster.

This much is enough for now. Anymore and I may get embarrassed to the height of going to the past, killing myself by a frying pan, and then travelling to the future and kill myself with bullets that disappear after being used. Yes!

P.S. : You won't find me on twitter any more. @TheCrypticMe will be unavailable for sometime. *sigh*

Birthday wishes!

2011-10-28T13:43:00.001+05:30

So, this blogpost is a special one for two reasons. First, this is my first blogpost from a place, which is not native. I'm holidaying in Dubai, which itself deserves a post separately. This is the first time I've been out of India and its awesome. Like heaven. Amazing. *sigh* Second, it is my bestie, Ms. Devanshi Sharma's birthday. *insert a party scene with balloons and birthday caps and people blowing horns* I hate not being there on her birthday, really. Dubai or Vegas, I'd give up anything to be there, besides her, celebrating her 18th. So, this is a kind-of-post-kind-of-letter for her.

To,
My bestie.
Yo Devanshi, happy birthday girl. You know I wanted to be there, dancing like a maniac, jumping like a clown, clapping like a child, with glee in my eyes. Still, I expect this letter fulfils the void there. *wipes khushi ke 4 aansu* *overacting* Chal koi ni, party hard, anyway. If you don't, koi ni, mera birthday bhi baaju mein hi hai, tab kar lenge. *tongue rolled out* No, no. Don't take any risks. Okay? Party hard. Make sure that Niki, Pra, Sonu, Swat do that. They make your day rocking.

And for the rest of this letter, I wanna thank you. Thanks for being there when I was being a bitch. Thanks for sympathising with me when I pitied myself. Thanks for supporting me, when I felt I was right, but, as a fact I was wrong. Thanks for supporting me in my wildest dreams and fantasies. Thanks for picking up my phone-calls when I needed someone. Thanks for calling me at the right times, when I was about to break down. Thanks for laughing at my lamest PJs. Thanks for giving me strength when I lacked it. Thanks for telling me that people didn't deserve me, when I was distressed and angry. Thanks for calming me down when I got high. Thanks for bringing me close to myself when I lost contact with it. Thanks for believing in my make-believe world and my maddest dreams. Thanks for staying up and talking to me in my gloomy days. Thanks for making me believe that I'm a kickass lassie when I thought I couldn't move a pebble. Thanks for standing by me when the world thought I was wrong. Thanks for standing by me, holding my hand, when people questioned my intentions. Thanks for fighting for me, when people bitched about me. Thanks for wiping my tears and making me smile when no-one could. See, I could thank you for my entire life and yet not be done with it. So, let's leave it.

In short, you've always been with me and I love you for that. You've never fought with me and I still love you for that. So again, I love you and thanks for everything. Any more and I'll bawl out, hard. *I really hope this wets your eyes, even if it doesn't make you bawl* *tongue rolled out*

Till I come back,
love you,
K. *yeah, I like calling myself that*

P.S I'll be back with my 10-day-challenge, pakka.

Music unlimited

2011-10-11T20:27:00.002+05:30

Hello people! I know, I'm not that active on blogger, but I promise to keep this feature alive and kicking! After all, it's my belief that "music has no boundaries!", which I heard in some interview of some singer. I'm not that imaginative, after all!

So, today's song is "Koi fariyaad" by Late Ghazal maestro Jagjit Singh. Many people love "Hosh walon ko khabar kya", which is also soothing in a super way to my ears. But when I heard that Jagjit Singh was no more, this song came rushing back to my mind. I was hurt, shocked and grief-stricken. More than anything, I cried. Not bawling wala crying, but those two silent tears rolled down my cheeks. I realized that the voice that made me fall in love with ghazals, won't be heard anymore. He was a gem of a person, masterpiece of a singer. No one can replace him. Singers like him are born very rare.

This song has the ability to touch my heart and make me a mellow person. Singhji's voice drowns me in the outburst of emotions. This song makes me feel things that I could never feel normally! That is why music is so powerful!

Happy listening!

Koyi fariyaad tere dil mein dabi ho jaise,
Koyi fariyaad tere dil mein dabi ho jaise,
Tune aankhon se koyi baat kahi ho jaise,
Jaagte jaagte ek umr kati ho jaise,
Jaagte jaagte ek umr kati ho jaise,
Jaan baaki baaki hai magar saans ruki ho jaise!
R.I.P Jagjit Singh. You're music will always stay with me.

Their story.

2011-10-06T11:57:00.002+05:30

Aasma closed her eyes. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks! With every tear, she could feel the burns, the scars, the deep wounds given to her. She knew, it was nobody's fault. Nobody was to be blamed. Or, was there some person? Someone out there, who had divided their mankind, someone who had given their races a different identity altogether. She knew, wherever Aakash was, he was in no good place. She opened her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes, spoke thousand words, of pain, of death. Aakash's death. S6. He was in coach S6 of Sabarmati express. She remembered his last words to her, "Wait for me, I'll come back and ask your Abba for your hand! If Aasma Khan can't resist me, there's no way that Riyaaz Khan will say no to me!"... She remembered his smile. How warm and genuine it was! How last night had brought hopes to her! Her Aakash was coming back! Yes, he was already hers.

Officially, they weren't married yet. But her Khuda knew how loyal she had been to Aakash, all along. 12 years. Aakash and Aasma were friends for 12 long, amazing years. Aakash had been there, by Aasma's side to wipe her tears when she lost her drawing book, in standard 5. He was there, standing with his handerchief, when her Dida got married, and left her there, alone, standing amongst her family, yet, alone. How sweet-smelling his handkerchief had been. He was there, to hold her tight, when she lost her Ammi to the earthquake on 26 January, 2001. She remembered, how he had always been there. But today, he wasn't.

She woke up to the news of Godhra train burning. She felt as if her heart had been ripped apart in thousand little fragments. She heard the reporter saying,"As the train left Godhra station one of the miscreants who had boarded it, pulled the chain alarm after sometime to halt the train a km away. It was here that the large number of stone-pelting miscreants set the coach ablaze by throwing petrol bombs and dousing it with kerosene and petrol. Coach S6 was set ablaze on fire and the passengers died from asphyxiation." She felt her face burning. She suddenly felt weak in her knees, like someone had kicked her, hard. Within a split second, she fell on the ground. She cupped her face, out of shock. Tears blurred her vision. Who would support her this time, she thought! As she heard the reporter confirming death of odd 60 people, she heard a shrill voice, coming from the next-door flat. Aakash, Aakash's maa. It must be her. She wanted to get up and go, hug her. But she still felt numb. Like she had paralysis. She sat there, for whole two minutes, just crying. Her mind stopped processing her thoughts, her heart stopped pumping blood. She could hear the normal, routine voices of birds chirping, bells ringing in the temple, vehicles passing by. But she knew, nothing would be normal now. Everything had to change. Everything would change. She had lost her Aakash, she realized. She gulped. But she couldn't digest the fact. She had come a long way with Aakash. His name was enough to give her goosebumps. How his dimpled smile made her day, how he would brush his floppy hair from his big, brown eyes. The way he would entwine his fingers with her long fingers, when they were alone. They way he'd caress her face, when they sat under the Gulmohar tree, in their neighbourhood. The way he would hold her hand, when they took long walks in the park. They way he would hold her, when they watched horror movie and some gruesome scene would come up. Oh! That man would make her drool. His long lashes, his commanding looks, his shining big brown eyes. His ways, his style, his habits. Now, nothing. Reduced to ashes. Aasma got up. She went to her room, locked herself. She took a bath. Something about it seemed automated. She couldn't pay attention to one single chore. But did it all right. Guess, your mind gets used to the routine. But, deep down there, in her heart, she felt torn.

At 5 pm, she stepped out of her home. She wondered she could call it home, now that her soul-mate wasn't there. She went to their place. Their garden, where they would sit and chat for hours. She sat on their bench. Saw the sun setting. As they light reduced, her tears increased. She couldn't stop herself from crying. Her heart felt heavy. She reminisced about all the times they had spent together. How each time, he managed to make her laugh hysterically. How his antics would make her fall in love with him, every now and then. How, his smile was the cure for her ailments.

Her thoughts were disturbed by some loud chants. Angry chants. Angry Hindu chants. The February sky, was lined with smoke. She saw some men coming. They were holding fire-torches in their hand. The fire reflected in their eyes. She could see something else as well. They wanted blood. They wanted to devour blood of people who had hurt their own, their kin. She realized, without Aakash, her life was nothing. Aakash was the reason she was breathing. What would she do without Aakash? She stood up, went out of the park. She was noticed by the gang. They all went running in her direction. That was her last vision.

She opened her eyes. All she saw was greenery. It was supremely beautiful. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. She saw a guy standing under a Gulmohar tree. It was Aakash. He stood there, waiting for her. He was waiting for her. She smiled, and ran towards him, to be with him, forever. She found her heaven, by all means, in all ways.

Music unlimited

2011-10-04T18:46:00.000+05:30

So, this is a new feature on my blog! As many of you know, I LIVE music, I'll be posting a few good songs that play on my mind! They maybe either Hindi-dhinchak songs or English-rock/emo songs... Happy listening! *smiling*

Today's song is "make you feel my love". This song is originally sung by Bob Dylan, but I'm posting Adele's version 'cause every time I hear this, I feel over-whelmed. Some emotions untold cloud my mind, some happy moments, some moments that made me cry hard, play a movie.

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no - one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love, To make you feel my love

Confessions of an OCT.

2011-10-03T20:52:00.000+05:30

So, OCT here doesn't mean October, okay? I'm not that lazy! *tongue rolled out* OCT here means Obsessive Compulsive Talker. Hearing the word first time, no? Happens. I coined this term, and no one can understand this term better than me. Ask any random person, provided that he knows me, and he'll go on about the pain I gave him. Not in his ass, I mean his head and ears. I talk a lot, non-stop. It's like listening to a radio. Really. Swear on all the melodrama I've done in my entire life. So being an OCT has some benefits. I don't waste my time just like that. Read the following to know what are the pros.

1. Never the missing one - You, my friend are never missed out on. They'll never ask "Hey, have you seen her?" ( well, its 'her' in 90% cases ) . You are like Gabbar. You can be heard from 50 miles away. Your existence can be traced out only from your voice and the speed at which you speak.

2. Always given preference - People always pay heed to what you have to say. Your opinions are always given due importance. They seek your advice, because of your reputation. In normal language, bohot bhaav milta hai! You're always given prime importance and your say is valued. Even if it isn't the case, you utter so much, that ultimately people never remember other's advice.

3. Always the optimist - People suffering from OCT are usually the happy souls. We're chirpy, positive and happy. We are like the ray of sunshine in the otherwise gloomy and dull world. We observe things that many people don't. As the saying goes, to some people the glass is half-empty, to some it is half-full. We come in the third category, we see the glass to be half-full and then we drink it. What will the glass do alone, half-full? It is just observed and observed. C'mon, it deserves some better treatment, okay?

4. Too friendly - We have too many friends to rely on. We're like the hub of friends. We are too social to be true. Actually, we define 'social animal'. You never lack in this arena. There's always that friend to listen to your woes. Yes, OCTs have woes. We are also Homo Sapiens after all. *huh*

5. The Calming talks - Yes, OCTs provide you with soothing touches and calming talks. Go to an OCT when in trouble. We listen to all your sorrows diligently, ponder upon it and then calm you down. We are the ones who have solutions to most of your problems. We help you out when you're down. See, we make good friends after all.

So, now you guys know, we have many more benefits but I won't list those down, for some obvious reasons. Nice, no? WRONG. Being an OCT has very less positive sides. This blog was my way of fooling around. And if you found all the above points to be true, then God bless your dim-witted brains. I once read that 'Currency notes are always the silent ones and coins are the sonorous ones.' This means that people with great value always speak less. Sirf chillar hi aawaaz karte hain! I don't mean to hurl any offence to the OCTs, I'm one of them, but my friend believe it or not, we cause noise pollution.

P.S. - This post was just meant to pass my time and yours. Really, no need to get offended or feel sad. If you want to talk a lot, go on. Nobody can stop you, literally and figuratively. *beaming*

A letter to Enrique Iglesias

2011-09-24T19:31:00.001+05:30

Dear Enrique,

I never thought I'd write a letter to you. But the day has come. So, here it goes. Your music is terrific. Believe me I listen to every new song of yours. Yes, that's the keyword here. LISTEN. I have seen your videos in the past, but all they've done is give me creeps. Your videos freak me out. What is the problem with you, dude? Why are you so obsessed with creatures who walk on well shaped legs and have, well, for want of a better word "two soft fleshy milk secreting glands on the chest in sexually mature human females"! Oh please, don't give me that dumb look! Boobs, there I said it! Why in the world do you like to gyrate so slowly and prance around like a fool with women who are dressed so scantily? Can't you afford a pair of jeans and shirt? Tell me, I'll send over decent clothes to you. You have some fetish or what? Yes, I accept the fact that your music is oh-so-wow, but can't you just make some decent videos, that can go hand in hand with your music? I've suffered a lot, due to your videos. I can never listen to your songs on TV. What if my Mum enters the room suddenly, while you are, busy doing what you normally do in your videos? *ahem ahem* *clearing throat*. Okay, I can handle my Mum, but Dad, no way, no freaking way! He has already stereotyped you and your community's music. He thinks you guys just howl and weep and screech. That is what your songs are to him. He's a good, old man who likes to listen to Kishore Kumar. Kishore Kumar se hi kuch seekh le haraami!! I don't blame him for his choice of songs. They are *totally in awe, falling short of words* Mmmmh. You won't get it. Tere bas ki baat nahi! So, coming back to the topic, try and cover the girls in your videos. Even shorts and some torn t-shirt will do. But not lingerie or bikini. Seriously, haven't your heard of "Change is good" ??

Sincerely,

tired-of-looking-at-your-pornographical-videos.

Of friendship and love...

2011-09-13T12:48:00.001+05:30

"There's a place in my heart, where you come and leave at your own will."

"I'll be there by your side, I promise" said she. She knew his heart was broken. They had never spoken to each other, but that day fate had to play it out. They were slowly and steadily being trapped by friendship. Who knew it would get so deep. They started on a formal note, rarely met, yet knew everything about each other. It took time but it was a short lived journey.

When the day ended and the darkness was unfolded, their talks began. They spoke about what they did the whole day, what they expected of their lives and how their friends were being unfair to them. She was a support to him, he was a source of laughter and happiness to her. Their relation grew deeper. They were sure that they never had to part. They knew their lives had to intersect somewhere. Then they gave each other space and time. They were still the best of friends and had a special place for each other in their hearts which no-one could take. He mustered up enough strength to move forward and give away his heart to someone else. The girl he had fallen in love with, was not happy with the other person who occupied a little but precious part. She asked him to limit the conversations with her. He promised he would, but nothing happened. He knew he was just friends with her and that nothing could ever happen between them. He assured his love of his friendship. He vowed that their relationship was pure. But this time, fate had to intervene. His heart was broken all over again. And it had to be mended by her. He knew no-one could do it as softly as her. And she knew what pain he had gone through. She knew he was weak and vulnerable. She promised that she would stay by his side come what may. Unaware of fate, she was.

They grew fond of each other. Their relationship was now to be tested. Feelings had to change. Maybe, it was time. They had to grow. Maybe, grow apart. Love was all he could feel for her. And she, could not feel on ounce of love for him. All she felt was friendship. She was sad, because she had promised and hadn't lived upto it. She had to leave him, for his good. She knew she couldn't make him happy the way he thought. It was time. She left, with a thought of never turning back.

The feeling of loss...

2011-09-08T17:48:00.000+05:30

" It began as a novel, made into a movie, turned to a personal obsession. Now it ended! End of Harry Potter signifies end of an era and my childhood. The-boy-who-lived lives in our hearts forever! "

Today, as I write this post, I remember all the good times of my childhood. And majorly my childhood love. Harry Potter. Yes, a die hard Harry Potter fan I've been. I vividly remember first the time I saw Harry Potter. As amazed as I was, I knew I'd fallen in love with The-boy-who-lived's wonderful story. Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys were good and all, but when Harry Potter stepped into my life, it suddenly became wonderful. C'mon half the world loves Harry Potter, and the other half, well they are my friends! *tongue rolled out*...

As Harry Potter came to an end, I cried my eyes out! Call me a maniac, or stupid or brainless. Doesn't matter. After watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows I was in complete awe and shock. It was spectacular, but simultaneously I felt numb. The whole series was over. We fans were done with the novels and the movies. Ask any Potter-head, they'll tell you. It was just like a break-up. Sure I wasn't throwing things around. But there was a sense of absence. I know I'm not making sense. Happens, when you lose your mind, it happens.

The whole series was amazing, be it the books or the movies. It was a beautiful jigsaw puzzle and everything fell into place in the seventh part. There were moments that I'm never gonna forget like when Professor McGonagall says "I always wanted to do this!" and when Neville confirms with McGonagall when she orders him to blow up the bridge and he asks her, "Like 'BOOM' " and she replies "Yes, BOOM!" or even the previous parts where Hermione punches Malfoy right into the nose and when Harry, Ron and Hermione discuss Harry and Cho's kiss...! Or the way Ginny is possessive for Harry and even Luna Lovegood's weird antics..! Dumledore's death was a blow to all the fans, also I won't forget to mention Dobby! Our dear Dobby. When he died, I cried. And how can we forget about the epic war between Harry and Voldemort! These have been etched into my memory for forever... Sounds so perfect, eh!

The movies are an apt representation of the text and I truly believe, there was no way better to do it. They were just perfect. All the characters will be loved by me, forevermore. And as J.K. Rowling said, "Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."

These were not just movie or books, now they're a part of me. They are surely my Horcrux... *winking*. The magic of Harry Potter will last till the end of time. This was a wonderful piece of history that I witnessed, I proudly say!

Hail Harry Potter!

P.S : A part of me still believe that there is Hogwarts and one day I'll surely see it. *beaming*

Ciao.

Satisfaction this September brings to me!

2011-09-05T20:29:00.001+05:30

"Every passing moment reminds me of your lovely presence in my life."

So, the ninth month is on! Don't give me those evil grins, I'm a shareef bachcha, okay? September, 2011 is going to be one of those special and rejoicing months. The man in my life is going to be there, around me and I'm gonna flutter like a butterfly! Well, that's an understatement. I'm gonna jump like a clown! *beaming*. He's the first man in my life and he's back after 3 long years! Oh yes, believe me, life changes strikingly and supremely in 3 years! Yeah, we used to meet twice a year, but a girl always yearns for more! *winking*.... And as the day of his return approaches, my heartbeats rise, my level of patience decreases. The countdown is about to end. The day is so near, yet so far...

There you go, assuming that I'm talking about "that" man! Before you perceive me for a charitra-heen girl, I must happily enlighten you, that I'm talking about my Dad! Yes, no other man except him is loved to this extent by me. He's the only man I adore, admire and worship so much. So, my message to the disappointed part of you is, don't sulk. I know I may not be that popular, controversial teenager, but yes, I'm a Daddy's Girl and be happy for me. My super-hero returns in three days. I still believe that he has all the power in the world to make me a happy and joyous soul. He is the only man on the Earth that can dominate me and I won't mind him doing that. He can still rock me to sleep and comfort all my qualms. He's the only man that can sing songs to me and give me flowers. Anyone else does that, and that other guy would be as cold as a dead body. He, without a doubt, is the only man that can change my mind. And surely, obviously , definitely he's the only man that loves me selflessly and can keep me happy at any cost.

He's the only one who holds my hand, when the whole world steps out. His presence lightens my life and makes me feel lively. Just one hug from him and my day becomes perfect, everything becomes clear. To me, my Dad is no less than a God.

"Supreme power, he is in my life. Warm ray of sun he is, in my cloudy days."

I like it that way!

2011-09-03T19:49:00.002+05:30

"Drama is not hard for me. It just didn't seem hard."

Okay, so let me tell you one thing about me! I'm not a normal teenager. Oh yes, many friends of mine will agree to the above line. But I'm not talking about my mental state( or so to say, the maantal state! ) . I'm talking in a different way! I'm a big time sucker for TV soaps! I'm not talking about F.R.I.E.N.D.S or How I met your mother or Castle or Dexter. I'm talking about the other, darker genre! DRAMA... Hmm, that's the word. Don't peg me for an Ekta Kapoor fan or the likes. I'm different, not down-market! ( no offence, if you're Ekta Kapoor!)... I like watching 90210, Pretty Little Liars, Desperate Housewives, The Bachelor,etc.

I know it's fiction and all, but dil hai ke maanta nahi! Life is too boring without this factor, let's face it! I have never ever seen a friend of mine doing drugs or shacking it up or hitting that. Who am I playing with? I mean, having sex or getting pregnant ( go, gasp all you want!)... Neither of my neighbours have a stalker nor has there been scandalous affair! Life has always been fun but not like the one we watch in serials! And me being over-the-top with an extra hint of flair for the DRAMA adds to the craziness! All that I'm trying to say is that there is absolutely no DRAMA in my life and all the DRAMA that was, has been drained out by the Almighty himself!

Maybe even your life is also this monotonous! See, this is why they make the DRAMA series! Just something to look at and have fun! *beaming*

The Accident

2011-08-28T15:39:00.002+05:30

It was one fine day...No, actually it was one of those grumpy mornings when I was in a murderous mood! I had slept late last night and had woken up to a convulsively screeching Mom ( She won't hurt a fly, but when I'm lazy, she screams. Yes, she does!) Oh! How much I wanted to skip school that day, But my Mom wouldn't budge! So I had to go to school!

Now we all know, how desperately we want a vehicle in Class XI, well I had it in Class X itself, but I was recently promoted from Kinetic to Activa! ( Uh-uh, don't presume! I wasn't driving rashly. It's not that simple! ) Yes, my hand was new to the vehicle and my vehicle was new to the home. With enough buttering and lashes fluttering, I got that vehicle!

So,that morning already had a bad start! I was on my way to school, when I suddenly decided to change the route, because I was bored of driving on the same roads. So, I took a turn and was driving normally. The road was clear so I accelerated a little. Just then a Zen came out from a blind alley and the driver chose to ignore me and geared the vehicle right suddenly and BOOM....I was down on my fours. Obviously, my Activa is neither magical nor sensory! Behind me was rickshaw, loaded with children from my school! Thank god the rickshaw-driver braked at the right time and didn't run over me! I was up and about and shouted, majorly at the Zen and it's driver "Stop, you son of a bitch!" Little did I know that it was a bitch and not 'son'....I parked my vehicle, crossed the road, kicked the car and ordered the *beep* to step down! I was under the impression that I was not a least bit hurt, physically! I was in a rage! How could she drive so blindly! Had she sped down, I wouldn't be in that situation. I know I accelerated and the roads were wet, but she was taking a turn out of nowhere, she should have at least honked! The rickshaw-driver came by my side and said "You go, sit. You are hurt. I'll talk to her!" And then the cutest girl climbed down from the rickshaw and said, "Didi, didi! aapko lag gayi hai! " I had no idea what they were talking about! Then my eyes flickered towards my ankle. I was bloody bleeding! There was a pebble sized hole and it felt warm due to the blood! Suddenly I felt giddy! I went on the other side of the road, sat on the footpath and dialed a number.

Oh! How much I dreaded the voice on the opposite side of the phone. It was my Mum. I asked my mum to sit and then listen to me! I told her that I had met with an accident and that I was fine, just a little hurt! I asked her not to hurry and come to me calmly! I was on the footpath, waiting for my mum to come, while I cursed that bitch on her face! She called a friend of hers and I asked them to wait till my Mum comes. I couldn't let that girl leave me alone! After all, it was her fault! After 5 minutes, my Mum came with my Chachu, ( thank god, dad was out of town!!!) and then began the longest 2 minutes of that girl's life. My mum pounced on her like a lioness. It was fun to watch her screaming at a girl, who wasn't me! Then she turned towards me and I heard all the words of ~~glory~~ gory from her mouth !!

Then I was taken to the hospital. The intern looked at my wound and said, "Stitches lene padenge!" and there was a melodramatic "Naahhhiinnnn" from me. He took me to the operation room and opened a set of all the God-knows-what-surgical things and started working on my wound... Good gracious that my wound was a big hole and stitches could not be taken, but the intern had some cruel plans! Those 30 minutes were the most noisy 30 minutes of my life. I shouted "Abe gadhe! Doctor ko bula, tu toh intern hai"..."Khud ko dodh-daahya mat samajh"...."Bachche ki jaan lega kyaaa?"...."Oh hoshyaar, insaan hoon, thoda dhyaan se kar! "..."Arre, lag raha hai yeh mujhe!"..."Abe ullu ke patthe, gadhe, tu doctor nahi hai!".....and most of all i kept shouting, "Moooooooommmmmm.....he'll kill me! " And my Mom was having a hearty laugh at my cost! My Chachu, was rolling madly and laughing hard as well! The intern himself was suppressing a grin...

Meanie ~~bozos~~ people.

After I was bandaged properly, the doctor came and said that I was fine and that I had to get my wound's dressing done every alternate day! It took a month for my wound to heal completely....And on the way back, my now-not-so-sweet-mommy bought me all the chocolates available in the shop near my building, just to lighten me up! I asked my Mom that why was she laughing, to which she replied, "You shouted, more than that lady, who was delivering her baby, in the next room!" with a suppressed grin! And I was dumbstruck!

One man's stand

2011-08-26T12:01:00.000+05:30

"You are lonely only when you don't know yourself"

This post is one of those insane things i write when I'm in a weird mood! Let's leave the fact aside that I'm going through mood swings and focus on the topic..."One man's stand". You might be wondering what it means. I simply mean to convey that we all were born alone, we are meant to fight alone and we are supposed to pass away alone. Don't perceive me as a heartbroken soul or a whiny teenager. But things around me, they make me think. We have many prized relationships, but the people on the other end, are they really meant to be with us, all our lives?

My Dad once said to me, "We all have many friends with whom we share our deepest and darkest side, but not all will be standing besides you when you're on your deathbed. Some cords and threads may be broken, some may be entangled and some, you may not feel like being attached to. There are very few friends with whom you bond as siblings and you never let them go." And somehow I found it very true. There was an subliminal truth in what my Dad said, that you can't rely on everybody and not every relationship has "till death do us part" tagline.

All we can do is nurture those precious relationships with love and care and not rip them apart. These people define our persona and what we are made up of. They ensure our journey of life to be a memorable one. To put it into simple words, they are our world. These relations are not just with friends, but teachers, neighbours, even with people who touched our lives just for a minute.

" For us there is no victory, there are only battles. And in the end, the best you can hope for is to find a place to make your stand. And if you're very lucky, you find someone willing to stand with you."

The vella that I am....

2011-08-19T21:12:00.000+05:30

Yes, you read it right....I'm a big time navra and vella. For those of you who don't know what it means,jobless-free-idle-out of action...etc,etc....Yes, I'm a big time navra! I've possibly done so many outrageous things that many of you won't believe. Some of them are as follows :

1. I've watched Jab We Met 33 times, and yes, i remember all the dialogues. Not that I'm a sucker for it, but everyone knows,its telecasted once a week...

2. I'm hooked to Harry Potter, books and movies both, and I've lost the count how many times I've read/seen it. One of my friends, Ms. Niharika Mor is equally addicted to HP and when the series came to an end, we both shared our gham on BBM and constantly "ping"ed each other. It was just like we both had gone through a break-up..

3. I've clicked as many as 350 pictures alone at home of random objects as TV, vase, switch boards, my collection of novels, balcony, people going in a procession, clippings of newspaper, clay modeled by my little sister in simply 1 month...

4. I've watched every episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S at least twice. Some of them, even more...

5. I've gatecrashed a party with one of my bestie Ms. Sonika Jain, just because we had nothing to do and we were getting bored. I hope we do this again! *big grin*

6. I've sung as many old hindi songs my friend Ms. Prachi Tarika and I know for nearly 2 hours...in school!

7. Ms. Nikita Jain, Sonika and I have worked super hard on our asses for one whole week just to gift a very pretty and lovable diary to Prachi!

8. From gifts, let me tell you, we've made many gifts for our friends. It involves a journal, a photo frame, a video...All of that sounds easy, but it in NOT!

9. I've tried writing "I am a Sagittarian" in every font available in MS Word!

10. I've imagined myself working in every field I know of and I like....surely,I won't list out those fields...:P

11. I go on my insanity walks, at least once a week...Those are the walks, where I'm alone, no music, no company, no cellphone, no wallet!

12. I've tried food at every possible joint in my home town! :D

13. I get drenched, every year, in the first rains of the season!

14. I've been up at 4 in the morning just to watch P.S I love you...it's just that I love the movie!

15. I've tried on 6 different shades of nail colour once, on every toe of my feet and then removed it, just to go for a no-colour option!

16. Whenever there's an overdose of romantic novels and movies in my life, I read "The Godfather", which happens every three months....

17. I go on shopping sprees and return with nothing! This has happened several times!

18. I've seen the hangover, a walk to remember and the social network back-to-back! Movie marathon, you see!

19. I have played Super Mario for 5 hours continuous and I've crossed each stage, without opting for shortcuts at least 11 times....

20. I've heard "one love-blue" for 21 times in a loop.

See, 20 abrupt and random facts as a proof of my vellapanti and insanity! Yes, this is me.....How vella I am to list it all out, just to tell you guys! *grinning*

And as for the picture, I laughed really hard hard when I saw it so...here it is!

A perfect rainy day...

2011-08-16T16:38:00.000+05:30

" Into each life some rain must fall."

I never completely understand when people say,nowadays update, "I hate rains!" ....What's there to hate?
They're cool, soft and lovable. I love it when it rains all day long and all I can do is laze around, listen to some music, cook something hot and delicious or just go on the roof and get wet! Believe it or not, rains make everything seem tremendously beautiful. The crazy long drives, the shopping sprees, the much-needed afternoon nap, the romantic novels, simply everything....! All the optimists understand me....
Rains bring out the natural you, shedding all your worries and hypocrisy; irrespective of what you are, what life you lead, you're old or young! Rains are bound to make you happy in some way or the other. It makes everyone smile, laugh and make some sweet and happy memories... Go check you photo album, all of you have at least one picture of yourself or your friend or your family in heavy downpour posing with an umbrella!

Sure it's muddy and humid and there are flies everywhere...but the pros weigh more than the cons, at least for me! I love to sit besides the window sill and see rain splash itself on my window while reading a novel or just sharing a cup of hot coffee with Mum or take a walk all by myself when the showers have stopped or share a plate of garma-garam bhajiyas with my punter log...After all, its all about some quality time and fun!
So, go and re-live some good, old times....you never know, you might fall in love again...*wink wink*

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

2011-08-12T11:38:00.000+05:30

" I'll be there for you,when the rain starts to fall,
I'll be there for you like I've been there before,
I'll be there for you, 'cause you were there for me too...."

Nothing can make me feel more secure, peaceful and contented than watching this amazing programme ! The lyrics itself are so soothing and calming...The show portrays lives of six friends who are there for each other in times of requirement... The comic timing and the humourous characters are not the only thing that attracts the audience but there's a satisfaction factor. It appeals the masses because it shows a life everyone wants. Not the money or the place, but some reliable friends, on whom we can depend!

The characters are so easy to identify with. We all have friend who's a geek and loves to study and gain knowledge. There's always someone who's a control freak and likes things being in proper place. See, the pretty blonde there, who runs her fingers through her hair every five minutes, yes, she loves to be trendy and in vogue. And we must not forget that person who always makes things lighter by joking all the time, I really mean it. Aah, there's your friend calling up someone and setting a date, but isn't he forgetting that he already had some plans for tonight with that young lassie he met at the grocery market?? And there's the weirdo, she likes doing stuff that is not accepted by the normal standards and humans....But don't you love each and every soul present there,in the room with you?? You've connected with 'em on every level and they've been there to support you, to adore you and to tease you....They've made half your life a cake-walk. And deep down, even you know that you like to be with them. They complete you and they're some of those few people who matter in your life. Don't let 'em go. Be with them and they'll follow you like your own shadow and protect you from every thing that frightens you. Yes, even the spiders and the lizards...

The secrets we sip...

2011-08-10T20:59:00.000+05:30

"Everybody has a secret world inside them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside,inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of 'em. thousands maybe."

There's always a time in everyone's life when we hear the most common used phrase "don't tell anyone, but do you know..." and there follows a long series of all the secrets that were never revealed... Back-to-back we share our secrets,our friend's secrets, our neighbor's secrets and the dark world is blown wide open!
What was just known between two people, now has the potential to be exposed to nearly everyone we know. What makes us share the whole unseen world?! Is it the fact that we love to gossip ? Or that we like to trust it with someone we know will never let it out ? Or are we too weak to confine the confidential information just to ourselves?? Well,whatever it is,it will never stop any of us from pouring ourselves out...

Until the revealed dark things are small,little,petty talks that don't harm anyone,it's always fun to rat it out,ain't it? After all, we never heard of anyone dying due to revelation....

*Sanely Insane*

Mush, uncalled for.

The footsteps of silence!

Birthday wishes!

I am done! Or, am I?

For the filmy keeda...

Melancholy.

A plea, a request.

Living life.

Destroyed smiles.

Why the fuck do I wear a dupatta??

Music unlimited

Love reloaded.

Blasts from the past.

Birthday wishes!

Music unlimited

Their story.

Music unlimited

Confessions of an OCT.

A letter to Enrique Iglesias

Of friendship and love...

The feeling of loss...

Satisfaction this September brings to me!

I like it that way!

The Accident

One man's stand

The vella that I am....

A perfect rainy day...

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

The secrets we sip...

Sanely Insane