Couldnt have asked for a more wonderful end to 2007... and looking 8hrs ahead, i feel the start of 2008 is going to be even more beautiful. Am already on such a sweet high.. 2008 sure feels like good news for me.. my life.. my frens... love (eh! really??) ... my crazy swingy super practical yet stupidly (ok... dat aint a word) emotional heart.
While 2007 began with a mini bang in Goa.. Thanks to COEP gang for making it special. Honestly guys, cant go there again without you... too many special memories...
Thn, everything soon got overshadowed by the placements that started in college. This was it! all that i had fought for... broken away from the chains of engineering to become a journalist, lost my frens and my love in a bid to make something out of my life.. this was it! I had to get through some place... actually at that pt it was only CNBC on ma mind. Crazy,huh...
Well.. Cnbc didnt happen.. not for me at least.. Neither did TOI or IBN. Three torturous months until DNA happened. Life is settled... or so i would like to believe.
Then began the setting up of a home and a family.... yes, i can write an entire library of books on my room-mates and my adventures or rather mis-adventures. Maybe someday i shall. Fingers Cross rocks ppl! *n no, dats not wht we call our house... yet).
The year seems to have zipped by.... a year later i've met all the gang again and it feels good to be back amongst one's people. The coffee sessions @10 outside Sahil's hostel, the movies @30bucks in Vijay and Alka, heavy lunch @25 at Chaitanya, long bike rides @other's cost , trips to Veer Da Dhaba and Bashos @who remembers after all the alcohol..... it all came rushing back to last weekend. Funny though.... have been to Pune several times in the last year and half... but never felt such a strong nostalgia. Happens to you??
The coffee mug that broke (P.S- scroll down a lle to read that story)... was replaced by a bigger one by a special fren. And then the original mug gifter came riding along with some books (literally.... even wrote the note inside while he was on the bike) as another gift. Well, thankfully books don't break.. they do tear so am thinking, i shall get them bound and the pages laminated or something. Or just ensure that there aint a shredder or Tania Sohal around.
A million broken pieces cannot be stuck together again… but one can certainly try to mend the precious piece with some new pieces added wherever something is missing… and the new ones make a fit…. Along with some of the original to keep the base same (ok… now this sounds like some recipe or craft workshop instructions…. Understand the depth people even though the writer barely ever has any deep thots) ….. a new start can happen or maybe its just the time to sweep away the million pieces and stop drinking coffee!!!
Monday, December 31, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Ek glassy do glassy teen ....
The Queen of Good Times and the lady of Mood Swings is back! and what a entry she makes into our lives. Her plane hovers around for half an hour over Mumbai and then lands at Ahmedabad!! we wait.. early saturday morning at Chatrapati Shivaji Airport for a lifetime (actually just three hours), drinking coffee... one after another!
The point? nothin really. except that she has just landed few hours back yet i feel so much more alive. So much more excited about 'saturday evening'. Life is back to being random, atleast thats the hope. Its not even that she makes us be wild n wierd n goofy... but just that the madness is infectious, bringing out the 'i wanna break free' part of all of us. i want to plan a trip, go backpacking now now. n i dnt want to plan it or wait for others to join me.
If not doing all of the above means being responsible, being an adult then you are wrong. It doesnt. I need to this to live life. I need to meet new people, observe their ways of life, learn about music that i havent yet heard and books that i havent yet read... understand the movies i didnt really interpret the first time, international politics and great ideologies, respecting elders and genuinely loving nice people. All the rest just makes it more fun.
So, Madam 'Madness Redifined'.... herez to u! Cheers!
p.s- The title just came about cause i was listening to the song when i began writing this blog. It could have easily been.... Ae Ganpat, Chal Daru Daal!!
The point? nothin really. except that she has just landed few hours back yet i feel so much more alive. So much more excited about 'saturday evening'. Life is back to being random, atleast thats the hope. Its not even that she makes us be wild n wierd n goofy... but just that the madness is infectious, bringing out the 'i wanna break free' part of all of us. i want to plan a trip, go backpacking now now. n i dnt want to plan it or wait for others to join me.
If not doing all of the above means being responsible, being an adult then you are wrong. It doesnt. I need to this to live life. I need to meet new people, observe their ways of life, learn about music that i havent yet heard and books that i havent yet read... understand the movies i didnt really interpret the first time, international politics and great ideologies, respecting elders and genuinely loving nice people. All the rest just makes it more fun.
So, Madam 'Madness Redifined'.... herez to u! Cheers!
p.s- The title just came about cause i was listening to the song when i began writing this blog. It could have easily been.... Ae Ganpat, Chal Daru Daal!!
Monday, September 17, 2007
the day i stopped loving MLTs
unfortunate, tragic, heart rendering
unintended, unwanted, irrepairable?
y did i ever listen to the one unattached
to break the strings that tied me to this city
y did i ever think that the society boundaries dont mean nothin
cause they do....
like it or not... crossing those boundaries isnt smart
i feel solitude, i feel cold and i feel distant
i miss the warmth, the thrill, the high decibel buzz
the curses, the nudges and pushes
i want to go back to where i had to fight
to hang at the door to enjoy the freshness
somebody take me back to where people squeeze in
to make that extra space for you to sit
in that world,for each foe at the entrance, there were four friends inside
for each station crossed, there were two entertaining scenes occuring in the coach
in this world, where i am banished for the next one month
robots read and confine themselves to their thoughts
and consider the bond between fellow travellers futile
i loved Mumbai local trains
for the people, struggles, aspirations
for being by myself, listening to music yet
enjoying the company of women like me out there to get something
for the aunties singing together and putting on their make-up each morning
even when there was hardly any space to move
i lived the rush it gave hanging at the door
the thrill that came from shoving and hitting others
i hate the first class where the prim and proper reside,
faces without any creases or expressions, except, if any, of disgust
where i am yet to see someone talk at normal volumes
let alone chat excitedly or animatedly
and so i miss the shouts, fights, gossips, and bitching session
the community bonding that could only come in the 2nd class coach
Is it about the rich and poor?
Or about sophistication and being vernacular?
Is it about class, upbringing and restraint
or is it about being human, real and full of life
Am i being biased and exaggerating it
melodramatic?
Whatever you say, i think its more comfortablewith four ladies squishing each other
and four more standing, waiting, staring and falling
in a 2nd class mumbai local ladies coach
than three 'ooomph' females on the cushion seats
lips zipped and smiles forgotten!!
HELL it is at 10am from Andheri to Churchgate
HELL with the Devil's dance it is at 7pm from Churchgate to Andheri
yet, its real, its fun, its enlightening
n m going back to it as soon the the pass expires
cause as long as i am paying 320 n not 95bucks, i shall go ahead and see wht the fuss is all about!
unintended, unwanted, irrepairable?
y did i ever listen to the one unattached
to break the strings that tied me to this city
y did i ever think that the society boundaries dont mean nothin
cause they do....
like it or not... crossing those boundaries isnt smart
i feel solitude, i feel cold and i feel distant
i miss the warmth, the thrill, the high decibel buzz
the curses, the nudges and pushes
i want to go back to where i had to fight
to hang at the door to enjoy the freshness
somebody take me back to where people squeeze in
to make that extra space for you to sit
in that world,for each foe at the entrance, there were four friends inside
for each station crossed, there were two entertaining scenes occuring in the coach
in this world, where i am banished for the next one month
robots read and confine themselves to their thoughts
and consider the bond between fellow travellers futile
i loved Mumbai local trains
for the people, struggles, aspirations
for being by myself, listening to music yet
enjoying the company of women like me out there to get something
for the aunties singing together and putting on their make-up each morning
even when there was hardly any space to move
i lived the rush it gave hanging at the door
the thrill that came from shoving and hitting others
i hate the first class where the prim and proper reside,
faces without any creases or expressions, except, if any, of disgust
where i am yet to see someone talk at normal volumes
let alone chat excitedly or animatedly
and so i miss the shouts, fights, gossips, and bitching session
the community bonding that could only come in the 2nd class coach
Is it about the rich and poor?
Or about sophistication and being vernacular?
Is it about class, upbringing and restraint
or is it about being human, real and full of life
Am i being biased and exaggerating it
melodramatic?
Whatever you say, i think its more comfortablewith four ladies squishing each other
and four more standing, waiting, staring and falling
in a 2nd class mumbai local ladies coach
than three 'ooomph' females on the cushion seats
lips zipped and smiles forgotten!!
HELL it is at 10am from Andheri to Churchgate
HELL with the Devil's dance it is at 7pm from Churchgate to Andheri
yet, its real, its fun, its enlightening
n m going back to it as soon the the pass expires
cause as long as i am paying 320 n not 95bucks, i shall go ahead and see wht the fuss is all about!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Tez Dhaar!!
Short lived happiness greeted me this monday morning... along with that faint race of hope that the 'happy feeling' may just last longer than anticipated. After all, it is the matter of freedom for someone.. someone i personally don't know and someone who lives in ignorance of my existence. Yet, along with the entire nation i follow his life's ups and down and pray that the down's get shortened and ups further heightened!
Why, i don't know.... there really is no connection. And in this particular case, i don't think i am being morally correct in supporting him. But what the hell! Who am i to judge his actions... i am just a starry eyed small town girl who likes to follow her heart. And so i am happy today that Mr.Dutt.. that our beloved Munnabhai... or perhaps Mr.Khalnayak for some is getting bail until he receives the judgement copy.
I don't intend to write a thesis here to vindicate my stand or justify my feelings... you are free to make your own opinions. but if u feel like i do.. then share this moment wid me and let us together hope that Sanju Baba gets out permanently asap. He has been in jail long enough, he has lost a lot in his life (it pains to even count all dat he has lost), he together wid few othrs in d film world have given us many hours of entertainment and his possessing a gun doesnt make him equal to the ones who had bigger roles in making the blasts happen and yet got away with 7 or 14yrs! how about the guilty ones dat simlpy died waiting for verdict to come out? Will they be sent to hell and will justice be done in their case? Lets not even talk about the actual conspirators who are free, enjoying the material pleasures of life as i writre this and probably conspiring another tragedy for us.
Here is my short real personal memory of Dutt- back in coll in pune, one fine day, we came to know that he was in town.. shooting for a movie. Didnt take me n an equally crazy fren much time to reach the venue of the shoot with two super cute and understanding escorts (men.. frens.. wid bikes.. n strength to push away d crowd... nice ppl who waited in the sun while me n d othr gal tried to get the superstar's attention)
But our patience was running out and the crowd gathered arnd wasnt really helping us two tiny, short girls in getting any closer to the superstar. Thats when we came up wid the most bizarre idea.. n till date i can't blv i did dat. Although i am glad that i did.
We conspired, made an ambush plan, decided how to tackle each layer of security and reach our target. (i am an army officer's daughter and at dat time was dating a football forward... So had enough guts and ideas in ma head to do this). Plus, the enthusiasm of my partner in crime just boosted my morale further.
So, off we went.. running like we were at Olympics racing for the gold medal.. turned and slided and jumped overobstacles.. slided and dived under a ring of guards and made it to our target! In front of 300spectators atleast... cheering or hooting... as it would be in any sport!
Once we reached our X-mark of the map... Our treasure found... faces gleaming wid pride and sense of accomplishment... this is what followed...
"Autograph Sir"....
"Really girls... not right... " (takes the paper n pen from us)
"we couldnt help it sir" (our eyes multi-tasking between drooling over his hot build n aged yet charismatic face and keeping a lookout at d army of security hurdling towards us)
"you are disturbing me at work. Not nice, is it? would you like it if i dusturbed you like dis?" (scribbles his name on the crumpled paper pieces)
"Anytime Sir! Not a problem" (Grin like idiots and thank him n turn to leave before we get sent to yerwada jail by the security for harassing the star)
And we re-entered the on-lookers... getting lost amongst them... happy n a little embarrased.. to our escorts who were amazed beyond imagination with eyes popping out and jaws wide open.
I don't even know whr dat piece of paper is now.. but d memory is etched foreva in my heart. Of all four of us.. Of all those othr losers who just spent d day simply trying to get a look of the Star... of the heat n d scorching sun... of Sanjay Dutt.. n d warmth in his eyes while he scolded us for doing wat we did...
Why, i don't know.... there really is no connection. And in this particular case, i don't think i am being morally correct in supporting him. But what the hell! Who am i to judge his actions... i am just a starry eyed small town girl who likes to follow her heart. And so i am happy today that Mr.Dutt.. that our beloved Munnabhai... or perhaps Mr.Khalnayak for some is getting bail until he receives the judgement copy.
I don't intend to write a thesis here to vindicate my stand or justify my feelings... you are free to make your own opinions. but if u feel like i do.. then share this moment wid me and let us together hope that Sanju Baba gets out permanently asap. He has been in jail long enough, he has lost a lot in his life (it pains to even count all dat he has lost), he together wid few othrs in d film world have given us many hours of entertainment and his possessing a gun doesnt make him equal to the ones who had bigger roles in making the blasts happen and yet got away with 7 or 14yrs! how about the guilty ones dat simlpy died waiting for verdict to come out? Will they be sent to hell and will justice be done in their case? Lets not even talk about the actual conspirators who are free, enjoying the material pleasures of life as i writre this and probably conspiring another tragedy for us.
Here is my short real personal memory of Dutt- back in coll in pune, one fine day, we came to know that he was in town.. shooting for a movie. Didnt take me n an equally crazy fren much time to reach the venue of the shoot with two super cute and understanding escorts (men.. frens.. wid bikes.. n strength to push away d crowd... nice ppl who waited in the sun while me n d othr gal tried to get the superstar's attention)
But our patience was running out and the crowd gathered arnd wasnt really helping us two tiny, short girls in getting any closer to the superstar. Thats when we came up wid the most bizarre idea.. n till date i can't blv i did dat. Although i am glad that i did.
We conspired, made an ambush plan, decided how to tackle each layer of security and reach our target. (i am an army officer's daughter and at dat time was dating a football forward... So had enough guts and ideas in ma head to do this). Plus, the enthusiasm of my partner in crime just boosted my morale further.
So, off we went.. running like we were at Olympics racing for the gold medal.. turned and slided and jumped overobstacles.. slided and dived under a ring of guards and made it to our target! In front of 300spectators atleast... cheering or hooting... as it would be in any sport!
Once we reached our X-mark of the map... Our treasure found... faces gleaming wid pride and sense of accomplishment... this is what followed...
"Autograph Sir"....
"Really girls... not right... " (takes the paper n pen from us)
"we couldnt help it sir" (our eyes multi-tasking between drooling over his hot build n aged yet charismatic face and keeping a lookout at d army of security hurdling towards us)
"you are disturbing me at work. Not nice, is it? would you like it if i dusturbed you like dis?" (scribbles his name on the crumpled paper pieces)
"Anytime Sir! Not a problem" (Grin like idiots and thank him n turn to leave before we get sent to yerwada jail by the security for harassing the star)
And we re-entered the on-lookers... getting lost amongst them... happy n a little embarrased.. to our escorts who were amazed beyond imagination with eyes popping out and jaws wide open.
I don't even know whr dat piece of paper is now.. but d memory is etched foreva in my heart. Of all four of us.. Of all those othr losers who just spent d day simply trying to get a look of the Star... of the heat n d scorching sun... of Sanjay Dutt.. n d warmth in his eyes while he scolded us for doing wat we did...
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
I-Day's charm lost in Worries of Life???
had planned to write something yest.. something abt independence, patriotism, free spirits n stuff but guess wat? I worked like a jennyass d whole day (till 8pm) , trying to get few stories for my paper on a day whn the entire business fraternity in the country was shut.. right from stock markets to IT cos. Wat on earth were we supposed to print on independence day? n where on earth was my freedom to do wat i want on this national holiday? it wasnt until 10pm in d nite.. wen i sat down to listen to some 'love 4 ma country' songs and started to go through the papers at ma own sweet pace that i felt something stir inside me... d proud indian inside me dat got lost in everyday issues of work n home n family(this one islike once in a blue moon.. wen they decide to take up d ever entertaining topic of ma marriage!! ) n frens, woke up from its slumber. just 4 a lle while tho.. coz soon i was bk to d usual.. Dats life! can't escape it.. me and u.
I wonder how LMP would have celebrated this day? she defintely would have worn something in ticolor.. would have probably made it a point to wake up in d morn n sing d national anthem (ok, sorry preeti, for stealin this idea of yours!!.. n making it public. She would have written a touching blog 'dil se' yesterday itself. hmmm.... Instead of punching in some numbers regarrdin business of mobile advertisement, she would have written about some long lost freedom fighter fighting wid the ignorant govt for his 1000bucks monthly pension. Blah! Upon glanicing it, most people would have uttered.
Anyways, so happy independence day to all those who spent d day doing what they had to and all those who celebrated the way they wanted too. if ther is a third kind, lemme know pls. India Rules!!!
I wonder how LMP would have celebrated this day? she defintely would have worn something in ticolor.. would have probably made it a point to wake up in d morn n sing d national anthem (ok, sorry preeti, for stealin this idea of yours!!.. n making it public. She would have written a touching blog 'dil se' yesterday itself. hmmm.... Instead of punching in some numbers regarrdin business of mobile advertisement, she would have written about some long lost freedom fighter fighting wid the ignorant govt for his 1000bucks monthly pension. Blah! Upon glanicing it, most people would have uttered.
Anyways, so happy independence day to all those who spent d day doing what they had to and all those who celebrated the way they wanted too. if ther is a third kind, lemme know pls. India Rules!!!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
A tribute!!
Tumse Milke Aisa Laga, Tumse Milke Armaan Hue pure dil ke.. Ae meri Jaane wafa
Teri Meri, Meri Teri Ek Jaan Hai, tu mere Dil ki Pehchaan Hai..
Saath tere Rahenge Sada.. hum tum na honge Juda
Met an old fren online yest... someone wid whom i've never discussed him, but yest, he brought it up, n made me realise dat my love for rock n certain old songs is his gift.. d songs that i know hum n find solace in wudn't have been a part of my life but for him.. if only he hadnt shared dat wid me...
A fren who till now had just been a silent observer or rather a passive listener, made a earth shattering remark today.. abt my love for him.. n it has left me wondering....
A blog dat i read recently.. talked abt..u moved on like nothin happened n i moved backwards looking for everything dat i happened.. so on.. n i felt like it was pointing a finger at me.. blaming me... dat someone far away was cursin me similarly..
A common fren wrote to me today.. n his jokes n stupidities reminded me of d times i laughed sitting next to u.
Your best fren msgs me abt ur new phone n ur habit of still carrying ur old piece of junk... d handset which died coz it got tired of my calls.. coz its keypad gave up after typin a million msgs to me.. coz its back cudnt carry the burden of anybody else once it got used to my childhood snap... i wonder if u carry it still, coz its me! n Its abt us. Or like u let go of me will d new phone let go of our connection too?
My roomy in her dire search of surf excel (i dnt know y she thot she wud find it in my almirah) broke d mug u got me. D one thing dat was most dear to me.. 2 d extent dat i washed it everytime n kept it safely inside d almirah after every use.. 2 d extent dat i never let anyone use it.. me d careless freak who forgets her mobile or even her vehicle at times, kept dat mug like d most priceless thing on earth. n crashhhhhhh it went!! Symbolic, my fren uttered. Symbolism is wat m findin again.. n it haunts me.. thru everyone i talk to, everyone i meet.. everytime i turn on d radio... Are you tryin to reach me? or m i missing u? but y wud dat be? coz i've moved on... i've learnt to live without u, smile without u, cry without u.... y wud this be??
Today i want to say, i didnt betray.. i didnt abandon.. i still think of u n smile n cry n wonder n cherish n get gloomy n get stronger n get hurt n get happy n feel love n feel depression n feel loyalty n feel faith n feel guilt n feel cold n lonely n ..... n sorry dat i lot u down n cudnt give u my love anymore.
Teri Meri, Meri Teri Ek Jaan Hai, tu mere Dil ki Pehchaan Hai..
Saath tere Rahenge Sada.. hum tum na honge Juda
Met an old fren online yest... someone wid whom i've never discussed him, but yest, he brought it up, n made me realise dat my love for rock n certain old songs is his gift.. d songs that i know hum n find solace in wudn't have been a part of my life but for him.. if only he hadnt shared dat wid me...
A fren who till now had just been a silent observer or rather a passive listener, made a earth shattering remark today.. abt my love for him.. n it has left me wondering....
A blog dat i read recently.. talked abt..u moved on like nothin happened n i moved backwards looking for everything dat i happened.. so on.. n i felt like it was pointing a finger at me.. blaming me... dat someone far away was cursin me similarly..
A common fren wrote to me today.. n his jokes n stupidities reminded me of d times i laughed sitting next to u.
Your best fren msgs me abt ur new phone n ur habit of still carrying ur old piece of junk... d handset which died coz it got tired of my calls.. coz its keypad gave up after typin a million msgs to me.. coz its back cudnt carry the burden of anybody else once it got used to my childhood snap... i wonder if u carry it still, coz its me! n Its abt us. Or like u let go of me will d new phone let go of our connection too?
My roomy in her dire search of surf excel (i dnt know y she thot she wud find it in my almirah) broke d mug u got me. D one thing dat was most dear to me.. 2 d extent dat i washed it everytime n kept it safely inside d almirah after every use.. 2 d extent dat i never let anyone use it.. me d careless freak who forgets her mobile or even her vehicle at times, kept dat mug like d most priceless thing on earth. n crashhhhhhh it went!! Symbolic, my fren uttered. Symbolism is wat m findin again.. n it haunts me.. thru everyone i talk to, everyone i meet.. everytime i turn on d radio... Are you tryin to reach me? or m i missing u? but y wud dat be? coz i've moved on... i've learnt to live without u, smile without u, cry without u.... y wud this be??
Today i want to say, i didnt betray.. i didnt abandon.. i still think of u n smile n cry n wonder n cherish n get gloomy n get stronger n get hurt n get happy n feel love n feel depression n feel loyalty n feel faith n feel guilt n feel cold n lonely n ..... n sorry dat i lot u down n cudnt give u my love anymore.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
parents' silver jubilee! man! such a mixture of emotions floating abt.... this blog is dedicated to all d 'commitment phobic' or 'confused' or 'dreamy eyed n havent yet found true love' or 'marriage? yeah right!' kinda people... basically u may relate to it if u too wonder how it must b to spend 25yrs of ur life wid that one single n crap like dat....
he he.. nevermind.. writin abt stuff like dat aint ma cup of tea. but u gettin ma pt, right??
but one very imp tip to make it special for ur folks if u lookin 4 ne ideas..
apart from d usual set of surprises n special dinners n 'wine n dine' thingies.. try gettin their wedding snaps n old 'romantic' snaps enlarged n framed. works wonders.. coz how many of us actually find d time n d inclination to go thru dust covered albums in everyday life?
he he.. nevermind.. writin abt stuff like dat aint ma cup of tea. but u gettin ma pt, right??
but one very imp tip to make it special for ur folks if u lookin 4 ne ideas..
apart from d usual set of surprises n special dinners n 'wine n dine' thingies.. try gettin their wedding snaps n old 'romantic' snaps enlarged n framed. works wonders.. coz how many of us actually find d time n d inclination to go thru dust covered albums in everyday life?
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
m sittin here.. n tryin to prepare myself for the upcomin tragedy. ma baby is gonna get mutilated by ma boss! on other words... the news report that i submitted yest, will be worked upon by him n 'desired changes' will b made! so, tom morn, whn i d paper hits d newstand, my work would hv taken on a new sttire n adopted a different character.. to wht extent, i dnt know. but m preparin myself for d worst!!!
after a smooth sail for tghe first 2weeks whr i managed to get ma byline enough nmber of times to make anyone happy.. things r finally gettin a lle ..well.. real here!
after a smooth sail for tghe first 2weeks whr i managed to get ma byline enough nmber of times to make anyone happy.. things r finally gettin a lle ..well.. real here!
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