I am one heartless biatch! :D
This is not PMS speaking.
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By the way, PMS you are a bitch too.
This is not PMS speaking.
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By the way, PMS you are a bitch too.
Showing posts with label Bling Bling..:). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bling Bling..:). Show all posts
Friday, April 22, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
You and me
Sometime or the other there will always be "something in common" between us however hard we cry "nein!" ;)
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Monday, August 16, 2010
My shadow
August 15, 2010
Sunday
Its 2:17 am. I'm wide awake. I walk in the dark to get a glass of water. I thought I saw something, a silhouette sort of, and I almost shrieked!
My own shadow scared me. It was the fridge light bouncing off me on a wall, forming an enlarged shadow, which I thought was not me at all. That is when I understood how it REALLY feels to be scared, or how it REALLY feels when scared. Its as if someone is squeezing your heart tight, and its rebelling by beating very fast.
This night, I didn't trust my own shadow, for I thought its someone else. How bad is this?
Mr. Hitler, was it you who said, "When you are in light, everything will follow you. But when you enter dark, even your own shadow will not follow you."? I'm beginning to agree more and more with you. :)
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Sunday
Its 2:17 am. I'm wide awake. I walk in the dark to get a glass of water. I thought I saw something, a silhouette sort of, and I almost shrieked!
My own shadow scared me. It was the fridge light bouncing off me on a wall, forming an enlarged shadow, which I thought was not me at all. That is when I understood how it REALLY feels to be scared, or how it REALLY feels when scared. Its as if someone is squeezing your heart tight, and its rebelling by beating very fast.
This night, I didn't trust my own shadow, for I thought its someone else. How bad is this?
Mr. Hitler, was it you who said, "When you are in light, everything will follow you. But when you enter dark, even your own shadow will not follow you."? I'm beginning to agree more and more with you. :)
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Friday, July 30, 2010
Box of Childhood
There is this big Bilt copier cardboard box in front of me. It is filled with my old school texts and stuff, so I thought. Parents were asking me time and again to see what texts I need from it and what I should donate away. I didn't want to. I have this thing with keeping my old stuff too. The idea of donating in Sulliya made me really want to do it.
So there, I open my box. First thing I see is a translucent plastic file filled with papers. One of them was a simple hand written birthday scroll, other a very beautiful handmade birthday card. No one knew how much personally made stuff meant to me. I always thought they have put some of their energy in it to create something for me. And that I found beautiful.It didn't make me nostalgic, but it did manage to make me smile. It still holds now.
When I was putting my books back I saw a huge brown diary which I instantly recognized as my first ever diary. There were so many warnings on the first page. Surprisingly the warnings were written politely, requesting actually, but to show the fierceness "grr" was added at the end. I couldn't help laughing at the me then. I was such a kid. A cute one. I read my first entry. It was simple day in my life when I was 12. Small sentences, small grammatical errors, minor complains which were actually nothing at all. The way I put things in simplest way, "I don't like..." Period. No ifs and buts. Still it was funny to read it, "Mother scolded me today, and I didn't understand why. I was just playing on the computer!" D
I might have not known what passion is then, maybe I couldn't actually name it when I was 12, I just thought it was "a craze" when I sort of grew out of it. Now when I look back, it was complete crazy passion. One diary separate for "Fight Against Crime", one separate for "My story" an attempt to write, another for, "Harry Potter" my hero back then aka Daniel Radcliffe (now me: really!!?!!). The craze was so insane that there were minute details I had copied and written, or pasted the articles I had found. I remembered how I would look for the articles, wait for parents to finish reading the paper, ask if they are done and snip snip snip. :) It was fun. I used to enjoy doing it too. Never EVER got bored of it, or postponed it. Would so totally get lost in it. I don't know how I grew out of it. It's still there, just it's way more complicated now I guess :P
I didn't even have the heart to throw away my painfully carefully and artfully made Genetics notes. I was so crazy about it. I still can't throw or give it away. I may not understand or remember the terms now, still, it has my passion and energy embedded in it. I cannot let it go. :) My English notebook and the silly assignments. The chemistry book which Mr. Sallauddin Uncle had given for my craze for Genetics (he hoped I'll get into biochem :D), Dr. Mundhada's parting book present on Genetics (Genome), it was widely known about my craze/passion. Even about me wanting to be a cop. My two small FBI badges reading: Agent Shenoy. I just couldn't let go of the dream of cop till now :D It was my fun world. World where I wanted this, and I was passionate about it. Whatever small thing. Its still there, just that its little difficult to figure out what I exactly want now. Now I want the bestest of the best and I want everything. I want to be everything. That is crazy. But hey, its still me :P
My slam books. I was surprised with the types of friends I had then. I mean, now I wouldn't even talk to half of their kinds. Or all of their kinds. I've grown so much. It was interesting. Comfort with one person meant that person was my best friend. That was so silly. Now it seems silly. I was a kid obviously. But I did know what I wanted. Exactly. :)
My favorite poem on smile, my MC script for teacher's day (cos I had loved the poem), it was interesting to go through it. So light and so wonderful. Maybe when I grow up more, and I look back at this day i.e today, I might be smiling even more, sharing all this with my guy. Introducing him to an interesting child in a much more interesting world of hers, locked to others. True her, shared only with a few.
And the most interesting thing is, she is still me.
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So there, I open my box. First thing I see is a translucent plastic file filled with papers. One of them was a simple hand written birthday scroll, other a very beautiful handmade birthday card. No one knew how much personally made stuff meant to me. I always thought they have put some of their energy in it to create something for me. And that I found beautiful.It didn't make me nostalgic, but it did manage to make me smile. It still holds now.
When I was putting my books back I saw a huge brown diary which I instantly recognized as my first ever diary. There were so many warnings on the first page. Surprisingly the warnings were written politely, requesting actually, but to show the fierceness "grr" was added at the end. I couldn't help laughing at the me then. I was such a kid. A cute one. I read my first entry. It was simple day in my life when I was 12. Small sentences, small grammatical errors, minor complains which were actually nothing at all. The way I put things in simplest way, "I don't like..." Period. No ifs and buts. Still it was funny to read it, "Mother scolded me today, and I didn't understand why. I was just playing on the computer!" D
I might have not known what passion is then, maybe I couldn't actually name it when I was 12, I just thought it was "a craze" when I sort of grew out of it. Now when I look back, it was complete crazy passion. One diary separate for "Fight Against Crime", one separate for "My story" an attempt to write, another for, "Harry Potter" my hero back then aka Daniel Radcliffe (now me: really!!?!!). The craze was so insane that there were minute details I had copied and written, or pasted the articles I had found. I remembered how I would look for the articles, wait for parents to finish reading the paper, ask if they are done and snip snip snip. :) It was fun. I used to enjoy doing it too. Never EVER got bored of it, or postponed it. Would so totally get lost in it. I don't know how I grew out of it. It's still there, just it's way more complicated now I guess :P
I didn't even have the heart to throw away my painfully carefully and artfully made Genetics notes. I was so crazy about it. I still can't throw or give it away. I may not understand or remember the terms now, still, it has my passion and energy embedded in it. I cannot let it go. :) My English notebook and the silly assignments. The chemistry book which Mr. Sallauddin Uncle had given for my craze for Genetics (he hoped I'll get into biochem :D), Dr. Mundhada's parting book present on Genetics (Genome), it was widely known about my craze/passion. Even about me wanting to be a cop. My two small FBI badges reading: Agent Shenoy. I just couldn't let go of the dream of cop till now :D It was my fun world. World where I wanted this, and I was passionate about it. Whatever small thing. Its still there, just that its little difficult to figure out what I exactly want now. Now I want the bestest of the best and I want everything. I want to be everything. That is crazy. But hey, its still me :P
My slam books. I was surprised with the types of friends I had then. I mean, now I wouldn't even talk to half of their kinds. Or all of their kinds. I've grown so much. It was interesting. Comfort with one person meant that person was my best friend. That was so silly. Now it seems silly. I was a kid obviously. But I did know what I wanted. Exactly. :)
My favorite poem on smile, my MC script for teacher's day (cos I had loved the poem), it was interesting to go through it. So light and so wonderful. Maybe when I grow up more, and I look back at this day i.e today, I might be smiling even more, sharing all this with my guy. Introducing him to an interesting child in a much more interesting world of hers, locked to others. True her, shared only with a few.
And the most interesting thing is, she is still me.
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Monday, December 28, 2009
Me 1, 2, 3...
Today: 27 Dec, 2009
8:40 P M
Sunday
After a long time I realized this, I guess I’ve been taking care of so many people around me that I guess it had become a stagnant thing that I would take care of everyone around me I knew and liked (I make an awesome show of, “I don’t care about u” though). Then yesterday, this person who I sometimes feel is a mirror of me kinda let down his guard. (Or must have been acting, who knows?) It felt good to be taken care of by someone as strong as me, or maybe much more or less, who knows? But it felt good to be taken care by a person who is sure of himself and is in control (or acts in control), if only for a moment. There was a tone of authority, but only for me get out of to monotone of “disinterested to do it” attitude. There was no tone of demanding for explanations.
8:40 P M
Sunday
After a long time I realized this, I guess I’ve been taking care of so many people around me that I guess it had become a stagnant thing that I would take care of everyone around me I knew and liked (I make an awesome show of, “I don’t care about u” though). Then yesterday, this person who I sometimes feel is a mirror of me kinda let down his guard. (Or must have been acting, who knows?) It felt good to be taken care of by someone as strong as me, or maybe much more or less, who knows? But it felt good to be taken care by a person who is sure of himself and is in control (or acts in control), if only for a moment. There was a tone of authority, but only for me get out of to monotone of “disinterested to do it” attitude. There was no tone of demanding for explanations.
But then yesterday was too much; so much that it felt maybe weird when we got up the next morning. At least I did. It felt out of place. It was nice, but out of place. (I guess other friend of mine was right when the comment was made, "You like been taken care of sometimes". Was too egoistic to admit :D)
I blabber. I talk small insignificant things with him, after I let my guard down too. I wish I stop being like that. Like being one person with one and something else with other, in sharing sense. But on the other hand sometimes I feel it’s safe. I always wanted this right: not wanting anyone to know me totally. I don’t regret letting one know me to some extent because I’m not the same as that person knew anymore, anyways so what’s the point? I don’t understand should I care enough about this? Or should I just let it be and totally be being however I am with different people. At least if I’m comfortable in that skin of mine, I don’t mind... at least every part of me gets a chance to live, thanks to those people. Still I’m the whole total me with myself, like right now, and it does feel weird when I’m parts and parts of me with different people. I guess it must be the rain and the self company making me talk like this. Who am I kidding? Me? Duh!!
Just go with the flow baby! No point thinking here!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Pigeons :)
They are irritating. The shit all around in my mother's beautiful balcony garden. And there is lot of pigeon wings around too. They gutar goo-ed when I needed it to be quiet and peaceful and that would irk me even more! :)
One fine day, in the corner of the wall, in a beautiful plant pot, mom found an tiny egg. It was beautifully placed. It was like the pigeon had first sat on it, made a beautiful space among the leaves (It was like there is a hole in between and the leaves are diverging from below) and then laid her egg. :)
She choose a beautiful spot too. Beside that plant pot, there were bloomed button red roses. In front, a bi-coloured hibiscus kali. And diagonally bunch of purple periwinkle flowers. If you see it in pigeon's point of view (:D), she had chosen a beautiful mini garden in front of her "home".
There is no more irritation now. I smile looking at it. Everything is happening simultaneously at the right time.
I am waiting to see the egg hatch now and see her tillu baby.
The most beautiful thing in this world: a birth.
One fine day, in the corner of the wall, in a beautiful plant pot, mom found an tiny egg. It was beautifully placed. It was like the pigeon had first sat on it, made a beautiful space among the leaves (It was like there is a hole in between and the leaves are diverging from below) and then laid her egg. :)
She choose a beautiful spot too. Beside that plant pot, there were bloomed button red roses. In front, a bi-coloured hibiscus kali. And diagonally bunch of purple periwinkle flowers. If you see it in pigeon's point of view (:D), she had chosen a beautiful mini garden in front of her "home".
There is no more irritation now. I smile looking at it. Everything is happening simultaneously at the right time.
I am waiting to see the egg hatch now and see her tillu baby.
The most beautiful thing in this world: a birth.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Burst of Emotions.. (a talk with myself)
The other day I thought its a dead end with no way out to some problem. I thought the whole world has come to an end (being dramatic ;) )... To be exact, I was sad. I could smile only to smile back at faces. I could feel the swell in my eyes when I smiled.. I was exact me with that kiddo in my bus. The best part is he knows when to question and when not to, when to be quiet and when not to, when to hold my hands and when to leave me alone. I love the unspoken understanding between us.. Then I came inside the class... I saw a face. A famliar face. It was burning with anger.. Later I heard of his situation and felt, "By god! I've suffered nothing at all! I' m not on any dead end. The solution is right here, simple and clear!" I started thinking clearly and feeling bit light.
Then came Microprocessor class. My lecturer got irritated at the end of the class, cos some seniors were knocking at the door to announce something for the fest... She yells at them and comes back, (I was on first bench that day) looks at just me in the whole class and starts complaining. I couldn't control and I bursted out laughing, and then the whole class bursted out laughing.. (and she says "you people find it funny, but really when u teach...." She is such a sweet lady. We call her mummy, cos she treats us like her kids.) She made my day.. She eased off everything in me.. I laughed heartily that day. After a long break. Everything then looked so insignificant. I mean that problem. Nothing mattered. I was my usual self again. Bubbling with energy, making people around me laugh by my talks or my laugh. Everything was bright. The usual pokes from kiddo when going back home to make me spit out everything. The usual chedofying when those two got together. Nothing else mattered. I had them with me. I had some support.
Though the year started with a bad note, I could see who were true with me. I saw who were actually there with me, who actually understood me. I could see who really cared. I learnt a lot in a span of some 3 months. I saw a chronic problem ease off in a day. I could sigh in peace that day. I could see how everything can change in a week to a day... A hell lot of experience...
Then again while talking with a friend till late night yesterday, I realized yea he was right! My life has just begun! I'm still so young. I still have so much to experience. And that if something is not changing even if you're working hard on it, sometimes it best to just let it be. It will change be fine sometime later.. There you will learn patience. He also said, everything ends in a good note. If its something is ending badly, its not an end. It has to end in a good note. Its a "kahawat".
Somethings will stay, rest will go. Some people will be there, rest will just disappear. Just that love wont go. Its there to stay. I'll get it unconditionally from those special friends and definitely that special person. Who doesn't want to be loved? I want to be, all over again. This time, I'll be feeling it totally with my arms wide open. I had asked this question to kiddo in these 3 months, " why cant I feel anything like you do?" His answer stumped me, "That's because you are not giving it a chance. You are not making an effort to feel. Leave that thing behind and try and see everything in a new light again. Give the rest a chance" I listened to him and did it, and then I could feel everything. I could lessen the hurt and pain bottled in me and then feel fresh again. Crying does help. :)
Its easy to feel when you listen to your heart and not suppress her. It becomes so easy to feel that loving hug then. So easy to feel loved by them. So easy. It gives some comfort that even though they are not many, but some are there with you forever no matter what. I want to thank those two for their support in these nightmarish months.. I feel so fresh after that talk. There was someone to talk to when in need. I felt nice. All these days I thought I was a free bird, but saw how caged I was. Today I'm free again. Feels good to be able to breath after so long. Everything is so normal back again. Nothing matters anymore.
I'm blogging like this after so long! There's so much more to feel! I'm so young, and I'm ready to grow up. My aunt, cousin have already started searching a guy for me ;) A chef of a great 5 star restaurant , or an air force guy... Kiddo has the responsibility to search for a good air force guy.. I'm waiting to see kiddo in his air force uniform. He's going to my home. He's staying there for 3 years and getting trained. I'm so proud of him.
I thought I had lost me. The chirpy, laughing, free girl in Pune. Everything was so simple and clear for her. I thought she is dead. I found her back. She's here, right in me. Her partner in crime is missing. But then, I found her back in me and found some more partners for "crimes"..
There is so much to do!!
Fall in love
Buy a house with garden for mummy
A bose system for papa
A great car and a cute puppy (a black laby) for myself
Become an independent working woman
go to beaches and walk there in the waves, watch sunset
See my own kids (after seeing my niece :D)
Go for a walk with my dog, play with him on my garden..
Share a hug
Go for an outing with friends or alone with whoever that special one is..
Do a job what I always wanted to do..
Grow my hair long again..
Go to a place where there are so many butterflies..
Watch a butterfly emerge from its cocoon..
Make my parents proud of me..
Do something big and something that will leave an impression
So so many things to do alone and some things with friends and with that special guy (A walk in the beach with him for sure).. so so many things... This life is now so short!
I should read this blog over again whenever I see another dead end. This has my old self's essence, it should bring me out from that dead end. I always could do it then when I was this me.
I can talk with myself again.I'm at ease with myself. I can enjoy sitting in park with them beside me and just stare at the yellow flowers fall down or watch at dry leaves raining (mohhobatein style) or pet that cute puppy. I can walk slow again. I am no more in hurry to finish things off. I can enjoy silence. I can be calm
I'm back.
Then came Microprocessor class. My lecturer got irritated at the end of the class, cos some seniors were knocking at the door to announce something for the fest... She yells at them and comes back, (I was on first bench that day) looks at just me in the whole class and starts complaining. I couldn't control and I bursted out laughing, and then the whole class bursted out laughing.. (and she says "you people find it funny, but really when u teach...." She is such a sweet lady. We call her mummy, cos she treats us like her kids.) She made my day.. She eased off everything in me.. I laughed heartily that day. After a long break. Everything then looked so insignificant. I mean that problem. Nothing mattered. I was my usual self again. Bubbling with energy, making people around me laugh by my talks or my laugh. Everything was bright. The usual pokes from kiddo when going back home to make me spit out everything. The usual chedofying when those two got together. Nothing else mattered. I had them with me. I had some support.
Though the year started with a bad note, I could see who were true with me. I saw who were actually there with me, who actually understood me. I could see who really cared. I learnt a lot in a span of some 3 months. I saw a chronic problem ease off in a day. I could sigh in peace that day. I could see how everything can change in a week to a day... A hell lot of experience...
Then again while talking with a friend till late night yesterday, I realized yea he was right! My life has just begun! I'm still so young. I still have so much to experience. And that if something is not changing even if you're working hard on it, sometimes it best to just let it be. It will change be fine sometime later.. There you will learn patience. He also said, everything ends in a good note. If its something is ending badly, its not an end. It has to end in a good note. Its a "kahawat".
Somethings will stay, rest will go. Some people will be there, rest will just disappear. Just that love wont go. Its there to stay. I'll get it unconditionally from those special friends and definitely that special person. Who doesn't want to be loved? I want to be, all over again. This time, I'll be feeling it totally with my arms wide open. I had asked this question to kiddo in these 3 months, " why cant I feel anything like you do?" His answer stumped me, "That's because you are not giving it a chance. You are not making an effort to feel. Leave that thing behind and try and see everything in a new light again. Give the rest a chance" I listened to him and did it, and then I could feel everything. I could lessen the hurt and pain bottled in me and then feel fresh again. Crying does help. :)
Its easy to feel when you listen to your heart and not suppress her. It becomes so easy to feel that loving hug then. So easy to feel loved by them. So easy. It gives some comfort that even though they are not many, but some are there with you forever no matter what. I want to thank those two for their support in these nightmarish months.. I feel so fresh after that talk. There was someone to talk to when in need. I felt nice. All these days I thought I was a free bird, but saw how caged I was. Today I'm free again. Feels good to be able to breath after so long. Everything is so normal back again. Nothing matters anymore.
I'm blogging like this after so long! There's so much more to feel! I'm so young, and I'm ready to grow up. My aunt, cousin have already started searching a guy for me ;) A chef of a great 5 star restaurant , or an air force guy... Kiddo has the responsibility to search for a good air force guy.. I'm waiting to see kiddo in his air force uniform. He's going to my home. He's staying there for 3 years and getting trained. I'm so proud of him.
I thought I had lost me. The chirpy, laughing, free girl in Pune. Everything was so simple and clear for her. I thought she is dead. I found her back. She's here, right in me. Her partner in crime is missing. But then, I found her back in me and found some more partners for "crimes"..
There is so much to do!!
Fall in love
Buy a house with garden for mummy
A bose system for papa
A great car and a cute puppy (a black laby) for myself
Become an independent working woman
go to beaches and walk there in the waves, watch sunset
See my own kids (after seeing my niece :D)
Go for a walk with my dog, play with him on my garden..
Share a hug
Go for an outing with friends or alone with whoever that special one is..
Do a job what I always wanted to do..
Grow my hair long again..
Go to a place where there are so many butterflies..
Watch a butterfly emerge from its cocoon..
Make my parents proud of me..
Do something big and something that will leave an impression
So so many things to do alone and some things with friends and with that special guy (A walk in the beach with him for sure).. so so many things... This life is now so short!
I should read this blog over again whenever I see another dead end. This has my old self's essence, it should bring me out from that dead end. I always could do it then when I was this me.
I can talk with myself again.I'm at ease with myself. I can enjoy sitting in park with them beside me and just stare at the yellow flowers fall down or watch at dry leaves raining (mohhobatein style) or pet that cute puppy. I can walk slow again. I am no more in hurry to finish things off. I can enjoy silence. I can be calm
I'm back.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Lets See...
LD externals tomorrow... Feeling so so sleepy that I thought I'll note some things to drive the sleep away... So Lets see... (There's no particular "Number 1" in my list though.. ;) )
- Marry a chef of a famous 5 stared hotel!! (If he's qualified in something else, will be great too!! If Akshay Kumar kinda body and face then awesome!!)
- Own a sleek black coloured luxury car, the one whose top can be opened...
- Get into some crime branch, using my whatever learned CS skills
- Try and be like Susan Fletcher (Digital Fortress : A great decoder!!)
- Get married on a beach, wearing a lovely flowing white gown
- Try wearing heels and walk in them, and wear typical girl jewelries
- Try being in salwar for one whole week ;)
- Learn to cook great food without referring the cook book (but if 1. is satisfied, why bother?)
- Stand on a busy highway when the weather is all cloudy and just be able to stare at the road.
- Enjoy a walk in the rain
- Jump in the poodles on the road (aftermath effect of the rains)
- Own a latest bose system, and gift one to papa too.
- Learn to drive a car, and go for a loong drive, first all alone on an empty highway (early morns), then with parents... on a sexy cloudy weather again..
- Learn how to grow nails and shape them.
- Learn salsa
- Learn how to play a guitar, violin and a piano. And play Sajni on guitar after I learn how to play it.
- Meet Mr. A P J Kalam! Somehow! Anyhow!
- Sleep in the garden of my own house, staring at the starts with my "woh" :D
- Walk on beach everyday... (doggie ya fir "woh" bhi chalega)
- Own a garden of roses
- Have one Labrador, black colored.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Indian Speaking...
Though hum todhe corrupt hai par fir bhi hindustani hai... Table ke neeche se le kar steering wheel ke neeche tak ghoos to lete hai, par fir bhi hindustani hi hai. Arjun Singh jaise kamine hai is desh mein par A P J jaise genius bhi hai... Yeh bhi hai, par uske saath woh bhi hai.. sab hai, aur alag bhi hai.. isiliye to hum hindustani kehelate hai..
Woh choti choti galliya wid those cute chocolate skinned kiddos running around bare feet, with that lovely smile and that sparkle in their eyes... Bacche hai workers ke.. par pyare pyare lagte hai.. kyo? Kyoki unki parents unhe har baat par tokte nai hai "Waha maat kehlo! gande ho jaoge" and all... hai aaise videsh mein?
Festival aaye to wow! Sab rang birangi, wid those yummy sweets... shaadi ho toh 4-5 ghante ki wid full colours... India in all its splendor... Meet all the colours, exitement, happiness and pure joy... India celebrates! With her I celebrate!
Just couldnt stop feeling so great bout her when I was looking out of the window of my bus, staring at the street.. colourful ganesha mandals and all.. beautiful decorations... lovely! With those little one's giggles... Made me see her in a diffrnt way and forget the baddies for once...
Rock on India!
Woh choti choti galliya wid those cute chocolate skinned kiddos running around bare feet, with that lovely smile and that sparkle in their eyes... Bacche hai workers ke.. par pyare pyare lagte hai.. kyo? Kyoki unki parents unhe har baat par tokte nai hai "Waha maat kehlo! gande ho jaoge" and all... hai aaise videsh mein?
Festival aaye to wow! Sab rang birangi, wid those yummy sweets... shaadi ho toh 4-5 ghante ki wid full colours... India in all its splendor... Meet all the colours, exitement, happiness and pure joy... India celebrates! With her I celebrate!
Just couldnt stop feeling so great bout her when I was looking out of the window of my bus, staring at the street.. colourful ganesha mandals and all.. beautiful decorations... lovely! With those little one's giggles... Made me see her in a diffrnt way and forget the baddies for once...
Rock on India!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Party...
he night life in Bangalore really rocks!! Even if the dance pubs are supposed to close down by 11:30Pm something, it still does rock!! Poor Banglorian party animals have to find refuge in some other places in Karnataka. The night is quite, no music blaring... The road is empty. But still it rocks and still there's a party out there!
I'll explain.
Anyone is invited.The Party takes place every night.
Venu: Koi bhi gali.
The party starts by 12:00Am. When people put off their lights (common one's like me), dogs put up theirs! Yea... the party is hosted by the stray kutte party of Bangalore! Man it does rock! They bark and bark and bark! They bark for god known reason... It so rocks that other gali ke kutte too start barking with them. And the volume of "music" goes way beyond maybe 50Db (At night!)...
They keep me on my toes too! I was missing the party so much that I started pacing the rooms at night! Closing the windows didn't help.
In mid, came the barking crackers. Meaning, groups of dogs starting barking randomly, there was so much of commotion that it sounded like some crackers were being burst! Kutta logo ke pass bhi crackers hai!! wah re wah! They did party hard... And boozed heavily! I could make it out cos one bewda started howling suddenly and other bewdas followed the suit. It seems they found it cool! Man, the howling was so so spooky(for me!!) that it reminded me of horror moive ghosts!
I felt sooo left out that I couldn't bear their "happy" howlings. I had to plug into my walkman and play my own music (which I could understand). I had to make the volume blaring cos, the kutta party was too much for me! It drove me into tears! *snif snif!*
It was around 2Am that it was suddenly so calm! I mean the kutta party was over! Maybe some "police" (Read: A normal person like me) must have kicked them out of the "streets".
I smiled. I could unplug from that music and finally get some sleep. I could open the windows to let the fresh breeze come in.
What on earth are those muncipal ppl doing??? The number of stray dogs on streets per area is more than number of humans inhabiting in that area!
My god! Kutto ka kya "kaal" hai!
They are still barking, at this hour in morning, thanking me, for writing a review on their party stints.
bow wow!
I'll explain.
Anyone is invited.The Party takes place every night.
Venu: Koi bhi gali.
The party starts by 12:00Am. When people put off their lights (common one's like me), dogs put up theirs! Yea... the party is hosted by the stray kutte party of Bangalore! Man it does rock! They bark and bark and bark! They bark for god known reason... It so rocks that other gali ke kutte too start barking with them. And the volume of "music" goes way beyond maybe 50Db (At night!)...
They keep me on my toes too! I was missing the party so much that I started pacing the rooms at night! Closing the windows didn't help.
In mid, came the barking crackers. Meaning, groups of dogs starting barking randomly, there was so much of commotion that it sounded like some crackers were being burst! Kutta logo ke pass bhi crackers hai!! wah re wah! They did party hard... And boozed heavily! I could make it out cos one bewda started howling suddenly and other bewdas followed the suit. It seems they found it cool! Man, the howling was so so spooky(for me!!) that it reminded me of horror moive ghosts!
I felt sooo left out that I couldn't bear their "happy" howlings. I had to plug into my walkman and play my own music (which I could understand). I had to make the volume blaring cos, the kutta party was too much for me! It drove me into tears! *snif snif!*
It was around 2Am that it was suddenly so calm! I mean the kutta party was over! Maybe some "police" (Read: A normal person like me) must have kicked them out of the "streets".
I smiled. I could unplug from that music and finally get some sleep. I could open the windows to let the fresh breeze come in.
What on earth are those muncipal ppl doing??? The number of stray dogs on streets per area is more than number of humans inhabiting in that area!
My god! Kutto ka kya "kaal" hai!
They are still barking, at this hour in morning, thanking me, for writing a review on their party stints.
bow wow!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Of Pass Bus...
July 31, 2008
Thursday
Me and mom were standing on the bus-stop waiting for a bus today.
A green bus came at the stop. "Pass Bus" was written on the bus. Meaning those with pass can get in that bus. Since we had got pass for today (30Re for each pass), me and mom climbed into that bus. Along with us, some girls got into the bus too. A girl in pink salwar stood beside our seat.
Those girls, when they got in told the driver, "pass" (Meaning they have pass with them. This is a usual way ppl tell conductors in BMTC buses when they ask for tickets).
I couldn't help commenting. I asked mom, "This is a pass bus, isn't it obvious that people who have pass, can only get into this bus?" The girl in pink heard what I said and started smiling.
People can get so stupid sometimes, and so bloody lazy to show their passes, but just say "pass". Might be fooling the driver and getting a free trip. Driver says "bani bani" when they say "pass". And he was a rash driver this one!
So stupid!
And I thought this is a metro city.
Thursday
Me and mom were standing on the bus-stop waiting for a bus today.
A green bus came at the stop. "Pass Bus" was written on the bus. Meaning those with pass can get in that bus. Since we had got pass for today (30Re for each pass), me and mom climbed into that bus. Along with us, some girls got into the bus too. A girl in pink salwar stood beside our seat.
Those girls, when they got in told the driver, "pass" (Meaning they have pass with them. This is a usual way ppl tell conductors in BMTC buses when they ask for tickets).
I couldn't help commenting. I asked mom, "This is a pass bus, isn't it obvious that people who have pass, can only get into this bus?" The girl in pink heard what I said and started smiling.
People can get so stupid sometimes, and so bloody lazy to show their passes, but just say "pass". Might be fooling the driver and getting a free trip. Driver says "bani bani" when they say "pass". And he was a rash driver this one!
So stupid!
And I thought this is a metro city.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Inner Peace ;)
Inner Peace, with myself that is. I can make fun of myself, and laugh at myself. Because no matter what I'll be me, I'll still exist being me. Meaning, I'll love being me. Whoever I am.
I enjoy me. I might hate my skin, or my hair, or whatever. But still its me. I like me, fat or not fat..
Whatever be it, its still me.
Oh yea.. its the Kung-fu Panda (Po) effect!! Loved the movie!
I enjoy me. I might hate my skin, or my hair, or whatever. But still its me. I like me, fat or not fat..
Whatever be it, its still me.
Oh yea.. its the Kung-fu Panda (Po) effect!! Loved the movie!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Operation-Size Zero (The Sequel to the Sequel)
Dad got a big bar of Cadbury chocolates for me today..
hmm...
So chocolates is healthy, not cutlets?????
Ok, I had asked him to get one, and he said he'll get it if he remembers!
But still!! Where's the crazy fitness thingy???
They devour it too... So I guess, its allowed!!
hmm...
So chocolates is healthy, not cutlets?????
Ok, I had asked him to get one, and he said he'll get it if he remembers!
But still!! Where's the crazy fitness thingy???
They devour it too... So I guess, its allowed!!
Operation-Size Zero, The Sequel
The heights of laziness...
When I was a kiddo, I used to race with my dad, when walking. We used to have that gear thing, "Lets walk at gear 5" (Fastest speed!). I used to trot with my dad, with those small steps of mine, holding his hands, walking all the way in Bilt colony at evenings, with mom behind.
Yesterday, while walking, I thought dad was racing again. It turned out, he wasn't racing, he was just "walking"!
I used to take small steps while walking. And with those steps, walking fast, is REALLY exhausting. I took big steps, distance is cut and I need not run!! ha ha!
I cover lotsa distance in short time, and no exhaustion!! No sweat wasted!!
Then I saw this kiddo. He in his fluorescent green sleeveless shirt and black shorts and white shoes, jogging away. I see him every evening! It was bit embarrassing!
A kiddo is so concerned bout his fitness! (or maybe just training for his sport thing)
Bling!! The realization and determination was so strong than ever then, that I resumed to my short steps (bit longer than the usual one), and walked. To burn those fat!
One-two-one-two...
When I was a kiddo, I used to race with my dad, when walking. We used to have that gear thing, "Lets walk at gear 5" (Fastest speed!). I used to trot with my dad, with those small steps of mine, holding his hands, walking all the way in Bilt colony at evenings, with mom behind.
Yesterday, while walking, I thought dad was racing again. It turned out, he wasn't racing, he was just "walking"!
I used to take small steps while walking. And with those steps, walking fast, is REALLY exhausting. I took big steps, distance is cut and I need not run!! ha ha!
I cover lotsa distance in short time, and no exhaustion!! No sweat wasted!!
Then I saw this kiddo. He in his fluorescent green sleeveless shirt and black shorts and white shoes, jogging away. I see him every evening! It was bit embarrassing!
A kiddo is so concerned bout his fitness! (or maybe just training for his sport thing)
Bling!! The realization and determination was so strong than ever then, that I resumed to my short steps (bit longer than the usual one), and walked. To burn those fat!
One-two-one-two...
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Operation-Size Zero (Reducing the pota-mas!)
Man! My parents have got that bug too! Well, not exactly the "size zero" thing but something similar. Let me make it simple, the craze to be slim and fit! What the hell! The problem is, its with them (the craze!!), but they are trying to get it in me!!!!
Who the hell cares bout cholesterol? (except for those fitness freaks and my parents!)
Right, it started with me coming back home from class (or waking up after a nap)... "Amma, I'm hungry!"
Then eating something, then putting on fat... (A bit of, cording to me, not them!)
Then started with, "you weren't like that before! You were slim! What will you'll be of 40 years? huh?"
Then dad helps mom, "Yea, She'll stop eating then, and try burning whatever was eaten."
Its a PJ dad!
I just smiled, and shrugged... Hoping, it will be forgotten. But NO! I had to come with them. Where else? To walks!
And then yesterday, I realized, I'm typical Garfield's behen. Monday morning blues which make me even more blue by their walk thingy, every evenings! Then came the realizations... "FAT"!
he he... Fat in my tummy, or the butt (Its the "butt" of joke in my house).. My tummy wud wobble when I walked, my fav pant, wont fit me! It would refuse to fit!! And my muscles in my arms, they are awesome, because, its filled with fat and hangs down!
My eyes opened, and I decided to go for dieting. I made my thoughts know to my parents. They just snorted! They laughed at me... Yea.. diet and me... its next to impossible... But then, I'm determined!
I said my thought aloud, and after 5 mins, I say, "Amma, how bout making some cutlets today??"
"Aaaaaaaand she thought of dieting!"
I mean come on! I had figured that its the healthiest thing in snacks! Its not fried, it has potatoes, some veggies, and then roast it. Done. Less of oil!
It got rejected...
Then starts the "harrasing", "Aditi, get dressed, have to go for walking."
I groan and moan, but they are all deaf to their ears...
"6 rounds today!"
I yell, "6 rounds!!!!?" (It IS too much for me!)
I have to obey. What else can I do? But they can do everything! Stop my snacks in the evening, cos who will cook for me but mom? Best is to obey. Kya pata khush ho ke she might make lasagne! he he
The same thing is gonna repeat today. No prediction, but "rule"!
I'll try skipping few steps by taking short cut, and then, dad will speak something from behind... and again starts the story..
Whatever... Its for my good! He says thee was a news that a small kiddo had to take med for cholesterol!! Eye opener (Kindof!!)
So what else can I do? Put on my walking shoes, tie my hair, plug in my walkman (music keeps me going ;) ) and try and slim down!
Who the hell cares bout cholesterol? (except for those fitness freaks and my parents!)
Right, it started with me coming back home from class (or waking up after a nap)... "Amma, I'm hungry!"
Then eating something, then putting on fat... (A bit of, cording to me, not them!)
Then started with, "you weren't like that before! You were slim! What will you'll be of 40 years? huh?"
Then dad helps mom, "Yea, She'll stop eating then, and try burning whatever was eaten."
Its a PJ dad!
I just smiled, and shrugged... Hoping, it will be forgotten. But NO! I had to come with them. Where else? To walks!
And then yesterday, I realized, I'm typical Garfield's behen. Monday morning blues which make me even more blue by their walk thingy, every evenings! Then came the realizations... "FAT"!
he he... Fat in my tummy, or the butt (Its the "butt" of joke in my house).. My tummy wud wobble when I walked, my fav pant, wont fit me! It would refuse to fit!! And my muscles in my arms, they are awesome, because, its filled with fat and hangs down!
My eyes opened, and I decided to go for dieting. I made my thoughts know to my parents. They just snorted! They laughed at me... Yea.. diet and me... its next to impossible... But then, I'm determined!
I said my thought aloud, and after 5 mins, I say, "Amma, how bout making some cutlets today??"
"Aaaaaaaand she thought of dieting!"
I mean come on! I had figured that its the healthiest thing in snacks! Its not fried, it has potatoes, some veggies, and then roast it. Done. Less of oil!
It got rejected...
Then starts the "harrasing", "Aditi, get dressed, have to go for walking."
I groan and moan, but they are all deaf to their ears...
"6 rounds today!"
I yell, "6 rounds!!!!?" (It IS too much for me!)
I have to obey. What else can I do? But they can do everything! Stop my snacks in the evening, cos who will cook for me but mom? Best is to obey. Kya pata khush ho ke she might make lasagne! he he
The same thing is gonna repeat today. No prediction, but "rule"!
I'll try skipping few steps by taking short cut, and then, dad will speak something from behind... and again starts the story..
Whatever... Its for my good! He says thee was a news that a small kiddo had to take med for cholesterol!! Eye opener (Kindof!!)
So what else can I do? Put on my walking shoes, tie my hair, plug in my walkman (music keeps me going ;) ) and try and slim down!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Crime Report
4 July, 2008
Friday
5:35 Pm
Telecom Layout
BMTC Bus - 288H
Dressed in a white Tee, and a blue jeans, got out of the bus and started walking towards my apartment. Plugged in to my Walkman, listening to Ghita by Cleopatra (new obsession!), unaware of the people around, and walking as if nothing matters but her voice...
"The coat is inside out
There is no sun above
Nothing is going good
Since I think of Ghita
But Ghita's not in town
I asked why he's not around
It seems to me he's gone
He's gone abroad
Hard, I think it's very hard
Want, I don't know what I want
I know that you like me too
Ghita, what is up with you?
.......
......."
So goes on the song...
5:38Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
2nd Entrance
The breeze is pleasant and soft, blowing through my hair, and I'm now enjoying both the breeze and the song. My pace slows.
I change my direction and walk in through the parking lot (Is almost empty!). I change my direction again and walk in through the entrance of D1 block, and get into the proper road.
5:40Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
C2 Block (The Scene Site)
A kid is standing. He is bit plump, dressed in a striped shirt and a three fourth. His cycle has fallen at his feet. He is surrounded by kids, both boys and girls. AKA (also known as) BULLIES. I can't hear what they are talking with that music blooming in my ears... I interpreted they are playing.
I was reaching near them, then I saw a kid, thinner and much smaller than that plump kid, throwing a red ball at him. It did hit him hard. Now, that wasn't the way you play right? I paused the music, then I realized, he was being bullied!
I came near them, I gave one of my "disapproving-mom" look to the skinny dodo (who threw the ball). I obviously gave it when he looked at me. The other kids looked at me too, but that guy got my message.
That skinny dodo said, "Abe, abhi bas karo. Jane do use." My look became a BIT softer. I walked pass them now. But another dodo wanted to continue, but the skinny one said forget it, because I was still staring at them even after I passed by.
5:43 Pm
Approaching B1 Block
I resumed my music. This time the music was a background sound. Something else was going on in my head. I couldn't forget that look on the plump boy's face. He looked as if he was about to break from that humiliation. He was on the verge of tears, but he was strong. He had held them back, and letting the moment go. What could he do? It would have been better if he would have fought back.
5:45 Pm
B1 Block
In the lift
I learnt from that Crime scene. I decided, I wont let any skinny or fatty dodo bully me. If someone tries to bully me, I'll be a maha bully than them with them.
Case Closed
Friday
5:35 Pm
Telecom Layout
BMTC Bus - 288H
Dressed in a white Tee, and a blue jeans, got out of the bus and started walking towards my apartment. Plugged in to my Walkman, listening to Ghita by Cleopatra (new obsession!), unaware of the people around, and walking as if nothing matters but her voice...
"The coat is inside out
There is no sun above
Nothing is going good
Since I think of Ghita
But Ghita's not in town
I asked why he's not around
It seems to me he's gone
He's gone abroad
Hard, I think it's very hard
Want, I don't know what I want
I know that you like me too
Ghita, what is up with you?
.......
......."
So goes on the song...
5:38Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
2nd Entrance
The breeze is pleasant and soft, blowing through my hair, and I'm now enjoying both the breeze and the song. My pace slows.
I change my direction and walk in through the parking lot (Is almost empty!). I change my direction again and walk in through the entrance of D1 block, and get into the proper road.
5:40Pm
Shriram Shreyas Apt
C2 Block (The Scene Site)
A kid is standing. He is bit plump, dressed in a striped shirt and a three fourth. His cycle has fallen at his feet. He is surrounded by kids, both boys and girls. AKA (also known as) BULLIES. I can't hear what they are talking with that music blooming in my ears... I interpreted they are playing.
I was reaching near them, then I saw a kid, thinner and much smaller than that plump kid, throwing a red ball at him. It did hit him hard. Now, that wasn't the way you play right? I paused the music, then I realized, he was being bullied!
I came near them, I gave one of my "disapproving-mom" look to the skinny dodo (who threw the ball). I obviously gave it when he looked at me. The other kids looked at me too, but that guy got my message.
That skinny dodo said, "Abe, abhi bas karo. Jane do use." My look became a BIT softer. I walked pass them now. But another dodo wanted to continue, but the skinny one said forget it, because I was still staring at them even after I passed by.
5:43 Pm
Approaching B1 Block
I resumed my music. This time the music was a background sound. Something else was going on in my head. I couldn't forget that look on the plump boy's face. He looked as if he was about to break from that humiliation. He was on the verge of tears, but he was strong. He had held them back, and letting the moment go. What could he do? It would have been better if he would have fought back.
5:45 Pm
B1 Block
In the lift
I learnt from that Crime scene. I decided, I wont let any skinny or fatty dodo bully me. If someone tries to bully me, I'll be a maha bully than them with them.
Case Closed
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