Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Spatchcock
There are times when you get so entangled in the cobwebs of gloom that you get used to that sinking feeling.Its like someone has pushed you from a mountain and though at first you were crying desperately for help, you start loving the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach ,you enjoy the wind taking control of you ,taking you to your ultimate salvation.And then the phone beeps ,the alarm goes off,and you realise you are sitting at your desk surrounded by piles of paper ....
Fairer than fairytales
Ramona sipped her black espresso and checked her reflection for the 10th time .The blackness of the coffee intimidated her .She then threw a cursory glance at her turquoise dress which was complementing her olive complexion quite well. Outside the world was looking really endearing, as it was the Valentine’s Day. The city was looking picturesque and it seemed the people were completely bewitched by Cupid’s charm.
She was really early for the date, quite unusual for someone who kept her friends waiting for hours; she hated make-up but was really fastidious about her skin-care regimen. She was growing more and more irritated as time passed by and contemplated leaving this crazy idea at once, but something( I think it was cupid’s sweet little messengers) egged her to stay. Maybe he was the one for her. Love had never been a very pleasant feeling for her; she had just been dumped by a vegetable of a boyfriend. After 10 years of being seriously committed to him, being with him through thick and thin, he dumped her for greener pastures. Strangely she was not at all feeling bad about it ; she felt like she had been in a deep slumber for the past 10 years and only now she woke up to see the real life. It was then that the feeling of falling in love again with the ‘one’ started materializing in her. Once again she went back to the enchanted world of fairytale stories, Mills and Boons and all sorts of unreal love stories. She wanted to know love, to feel it, to be acknowledged by it, she wanted love to love her back.
The blind date was set up by a very close friend of hers and though she repeatedly refused her proposal, her heart dreamed of candle light dinner, long walks under the moonlit sky every time she thought about the prospect of meeting him. He was her friend’s cousin, was good looking, working as a copywriter. Ramona felt an uncanny similarity in their worlds. So, finally the matchmaking was approved by her a week before the Valentine’s .Before meeting him, she wanted to hear him on the phone and she had heard him, they had talked for an hour, talking on all sorts of topics ranging from advertising to one night stands! It was the first time that she could connect to someone in a matter of a few minutes and she was completely smitten by his deep baritone and she could tell by the happiness in his voice that he had liked her too. Now she just had to meet him to know if he was the one her heart was longing for, if he was the prince in the shining armor, who would take her away from all the sorrows and pain, into a world she had only dreamed of.
She wanted to look her best that day, and for that she had gone on a crazy shopping spree with her friends, following which her friends vowed never to go shopping with her. In the days that remained between their rendezvous, she often thought about how would it be to see him in person, would he be as charming as he was on the phone, would he fancy her? How would it be to kiss the man who had sounded so irresistible on the phone? Was he thinking about her the same way as she was ,or it was just another date for him, She could not tell, as for her she could not help thinking about him
She took one last sip of her espresso and looked at her watch, it was half past eight and still no sign of him, she tried being calm and composed, maybe he was stuck in traffic or maybe he must be busy working, copywriters , he had called her in the afternoon and they had decided to meet at 8 at the Landsdown Barista, and now she had been waiting for the last 30 minutes, and there was no sign of him .So, this is it, she thought, She had been fooled again. Just that this time, she had not been expecting it. Just when she was about to leave, she saw a man in his twenties entering the bistro. He looked sheepish yet that somehow managed to accentuate the beauty of his perfectly handsome face .Yes he was really good looking, he was tall, dark and handsome ,They did not make boys like this very often, do they and even if they do they are always off-limits for us commoners ;she said to herself. Ah! Yes I forgot to tell you, this girl has a peculiar habit of having endless conversations in mind with herself. So, anyway she saw him calling someone and her phone rang. He looked at her; she looked at him with her eyes wide open, her lips forming a perfect “o”. His face broke into a sheepish smile, making it all the more enticing, he was coming to her.
Somewhere far away from where the mortals live, amidst the clouds and the stars, where the Gods dwell, Cupid smiled a numinous smile.
She was really early for the date, quite unusual for someone who kept her friends waiting for hours; she hated make-up but was really fastidious about her skin-care regimen. She was growing more and more irritated as time passed by and contemplated leaving this crazy idea at once, but something( I think it was cupid’s sweet little messengers) egged her to stay. Maybe he was the one for her. Love had never been a very pleasant feeling for her; she had just been dumped by a vegetable of a boyfriend. After 10 years of being seriously committed to him, being with him through thick and thin, he dumped her for greener pastures. Strangely she was not at all feeling bad about it ; she felt like she had been in a deep slumber for the past 10 years and only now she woke up to see the real life. It was then that the feeling of falling in love again with the ‘one’ started materializing in her. Once again she went back to the enchanted world of fairytale stories, Mills and Boons and all sorts of unreal love stories. She wanted to know love, to feel it, to be acknowledged by it, she wanted love to love her back.
The blind date was set up by a very close friend of hers and though she repeatedly refused her proposal, her heart dreamed of candle light dinner, long walks under the moonlit sky every time she thought about the prospect of meeting him. He was her friend’s cousin, was good looking, working as a copywriter. Ramona felt an uncanny similarity in their worlds. So, finally the matchmaking was approved by her a week before the Valentine’s .Before meeting him, she wanted to hear him on the phone and she had heard him, they had talked for an hour, talking on all sorts of topics ranging from advertising to one night stands! It was the first time that she could connect to someone in a matter of a few minutes and she was completely smitten by his deep baritone and she could tell by the happiness in his voice that he had liked her too. Now she just had to meet him to know if he was the one her heart was longing for, if he was the prince in the shining armor, who would take her away from all the sorrows and pain, into a world she had only dreamed of.
She wanted to look her best that day, and for that she had gone on a crazy shopping spree with her friends, following which her friends vowed never to go shopping with her. In the days that remained between their rendezvous, she often thought about how would it be to see him in person, would he be as charming as he was on the phone, would he fancy her? How would it be to kiss the man who had sounded so irresistible on the phone? Was he thinking about her the same way as she was ,or it was just another date for him, She could not tell, as for her she could not help thinking about him
She took one last sip of her espresso and looked at her watch, it was half past eight and still no sign of him, she tried being calm and composed, maybe he was stuck in traffic or maybe he must be busy working, copywriters , he had called her in the afternoon and they had decided to meet at 8 at the Landsdown Barista, and now she had been waiting for the last 30 minutes, and there was no sign of him .So, this is it, she thought, She had been fooled again. Just that this time, she had not been expecting it. Just when she was about to leave, she saw a man in his twenties entering the bistro. He looked sheepish yet that somehow managed to accentuate the beauty of his perfectly handsome face .Yes he was really good looking, he was tall, dark and handsome ,They did not make boys like this very often, do they and even if they do they are always off-limits for us commoners ;she said to herself. Ah! Yes I forgot to tell you, this girl has a peculiar habit of having endless conversations in mind with herself. So, anyway she saw him calling someone and her phone rang. He looked at her; she looked at him with her eyes wide open, her lips forming a perfect “o”. His face broke into a sheepish smile, making it all the more enticing, he was coming to her.
Somewhere far away from where the mortals live, amidst the clouds and the stars, where the Gods dwell, Cupid smiled a numinous smile.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Its a wonderful life
So I turned 21 tonight.Another Birthday gone.sigh!Though I love waiting for my birthdays,only that they get over in a jiffy,you don't even realize how the day passes.I had a great Birthday like always ,but today was special.I almost became a graduate(almost because I am waiting my final sems result).So,this birthday was more fun.This birthday was in many ways a turning point in my life.It made me look back and ponder over my past and I realized that we don't need fat,intellectual books to understand life.Life itelf teaches us so many things about itself.Every memory that we have is a lesson in its own way.And I have learnt so much from life.So on this 21st Birthday of mine,I would like to thank Life in all its manifestations,for letting me be a part of this wonderful journey .For letting me be a part of this magnificent world .And I promise you that I will make the best possible use of this beautiful gift.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Daughtry - Life after you,one of my favourites
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Maladies of life
It seemed a perfect day,an ideal day to go out and have fun.The sky was radiant with the Sun encircled by clouds,transforming it into a magnificent halo.It was 8 in the morning,the time when I usually let go of my penchant for sleeping and bid adieu to all my meandering dreams.Sometimes,when I feel very positive I also do Karate but that happens not very often.Today was a bit different,I had an Interview ,not that it was very important but yes for a person like me ,who gets dreadfully tongue tied whenever she has to speak anything ,there is always room for practice! So ,anyway it was my novel attempt at learning the art of facing interviews. Initially I was not very excited about it as the place where it was to be held was in the interiors of Esplanade,but then I had already made up my mind and there was no looking back! I was basking in the sweet pleasure of my new found confidence!
Anyway just the idea of wearing formals can give me some bloodcurdling nightmares even in broad daylight but trying not to think about them much, I got dressed,had my breakfast and out I was on my own with a firm resolution of facing come whatever may...
And as I had presumed ,I missed an empty auto because I was busy looking at an already filled one.I know it sounds really strange but for me it is a perfectly normal phenomenon ,I always tend to prefer the tad useless things to the important ones.So ,anyway still it had not dawned on me that the day had more unfortunate incidents in store for me.I did not get any empty autos after that and eventually had to take a cramped and ancient looking bus to the Internet Cafe where I had to take prints of my resume.After one missed metro,2-3 minor mishaps and a minor accident (in which my pants got slightly soiled)later I reached my destination that looked more like an ancient and weathered building.The entrance to it was through a very narrow lane.Two shopkeepers were engaged in a boisterous conversation with each other over tea.I tried to go inside without drawing attention or disrupting their heated conversation.The place looked like it had never let the Sun or its rays come anywhere close to it.The place was sombre with myriads of cobwebs,of different shapes and sizes accentuating the darkness further.The office was on the 4th floor.Thankfully the place had a lift,which also was also perfectly in sync with its surroundings and was probably breathing its last.I went up,looked for the place,it was at the corner.I went inside.
There were at least fifteen other hopefuls dressed immaculately in formals waiting for their turn with a promising smile.Everyone looked so confident and their confidence made me more and more nervous.I tried talking shop with some of them but it didn't get any better.Finally,I was called in.Thankfully the interviewer in question was a charming lady in her thirties.She was nice and finally I warmed up to her,my nervousness disappearing with every passing second.Though her first question was a real heart breaker.She asked me to tell her about myself.I fumbled,I choked on the words but I spoke and surprisingly she liked it.Then she asked me about my career goals and blah blah blah.It took another thirty minutes to end the interview and I could say by the look in her eyes that I did well.The interview was a success.I was already celebrating in my mind.I was so mirthful I did not even care about the Sun gnawing at my skin.I roamed about in Esplanade for another hour.Finally,it was time for my Karate Class in Salt Lake .Yes I know the day was full of action.
It was 21:30 on my watch and I was standing in the auto queue.Bathing in my own sweat,I had been pushed,had been knocked around,had been stared and jeered at but still there I was standing,overcoming all the shadows,finally emerging as a winner.Just when I was busy patting my back I realized that the frequency of the autos had been reduced to just an auto every fifteen minutes and there were at least 10 standing before me.My legs were giving away,my patience was coming to the point of knocking off the ten people standing before me!
Finally after some silent prayers,some solemn and choicest cursing later there were only 3 people ahead of me!Phew!Some progress.So there we were standing in perfect harmony,our hearts crying out for our four-stroked chariot and it seemed like an eternity.By then out of sheer exhaustion we were not even able to speak out loud about our growing discontent.Suddenly ,like a ray of hope,I saw an auto ,already filled with four lucky souls ,it was also going the same way.The auto purposely stopped near the queue,the auto driver,smiled wickedly at us and pointed out towards his right,the most dangerous and daring seat.I ran for it.I pushed,I knocked everyone coming in my way.Yes ,today was my day.I heroically got in that auto.What if it was not actually a seat but a skeleton of a seat,the rusty iron welcoming me wholeheartedly.Another auto wheezed pass us and came to a stop,this one was empty.The people standing in the queue heaved a sigh of relief in unison.And I was cursing no body in particular!!And so the excruciating journey began...I had to sit still and I badly wished I was a little thinner .
Finally,the dreadful journey was over leaving me with a badly hurting lower half !!By then it was 23:15,mum had called me numerous number of times.And lo and behold!There was again a queue,this time for the cycle rickshaw!!Fortunately,there were only two people before me.A brother and a sister.And there were just one rickshaw.Now I was preparing myself for another fifteen minutes of awaiting accompanied with the overpowering pain and angst in that dark and murky alley.But miraculously,the rickshaw wallah volunteered to take me first.The siblings also did not object,taking peity on my dejected disposition.I was speechless by the courtesy shown by them.It certainly did not make all the pain that was now chaining my whole body vanish,but it did bring a wide grin on my face.I thanked them.Yes,now home was just 2 minutes away!I got on the rickshaw and the rickshaw started gliding(oh! yes i might be overstretching it a bit)towards my destination....
Anyway just the idea of wearing formals can give me some bloodcurdling nightmares even in broad daylight but trying not to think about them much, I got dressed,had my breakfast and out I was on my own with a firm resolution of facing come whatever may...
And as I had presumed ,I missed an empty auto because I was busy looking at an already filled one.I know it sounds really strange but for me it is a perfectly normal phenomenon ,I always tend to prefer the tad useless things to the important ones.So ,anyway still it had not dawned on me that the day had more unfortunate incidents in store for me.I did not get any empty autos after that and eventually had to take a cramped and ancient looking bus to the Internet Cafe where I had to take prints of my resume.After one missed metro,2-3 minor mishaps and a minor accident (in which my pants got slightly soiled)later I reached my destination that looked more like an ancient and weathered building.The entrance to it was through a very narrow lane.Two shopkeepers were engaged in a boisterous conversation with each other over tea.I tried to go inside without drawing attention or disrupting their heated conversation.The place looked like it had never let the Sun or its rays come anywhere close to it.The place was sombre with myriads of cobwebs,of different shapes and sizes accentuating the darkness further.The office was on the 4th floor.Thankfully the place had a lift,which also was also perfectly in sync with its surroundings and was probably breathing its last.I went up,looked for the place,it was at the corner.I went inside.
There were at least fifteen other hopefuls dressed immaculately in formals waiting for their turn with a promising smile.Everyone looked so confident and their confidence made me more and more nervous.I tried talking shop with some of them but it didn't get any better.Finally,I was called in.Thankfully the interviewer in question was a charming lady in her thirties.She was nice and finally I warmed up to her,my nervousness disappearing with every passing second.Though her first question was a real heart breaker.She asked me to tell her about myself.I fumbled,I choked on the words but I spoke and surprisingly she liked it.Then she asked me about my career goals and blah blah blah.It took another thirty minutes to end the interview and I could say by the look in her eyes that I did well.The interview was a success.I was already celebrating in my mind.I was so mirthful I did not even care about the Sun gnawing at my skin.I roamed about in Esplanade for another hour.Finally,it was time for my Karate Class in Salt Lake .Yes I know the day was full of action.
It was 21:30 on my watch and I was standing in the auto queue.Bathing in my own sweat,I had been pushed,had been knocked around,had been stared and jeered at but still there I was standing,overcoming all the shadows,finally emerging as a winner.Just when I was busy patting my back I realized that the frequency of the autos had been reduced to just an auto every fifteen minutes and there were at least 10 standing before me.My legs were giving away,my patience was coming to the point of knocking off the ten people standing before me!
Finally after some silent prayers,some solemn and choicest cursing later there were only 3 people ahead of me!Phew!Some progress.So there we were standing in perfect harmony,our hearts crying out for our four-stroked chariot and it seemed like an eternity.By then out of sheer exhaustion we were not even able to speak out loud about our growing discontent.Suddenly ,like a ray of hope,I saw an auto ,already filled with four lucky souls ,it was also going the same way.The auto purposely stopped near the queue,the auto driver,smiled wickedly at us and pointed out towards his right,the most dangerous and daring seat.I ran for it.I pushed,I knocked everyone coming in my way.Yes ,today was my day.I heroically got in that auto.What if it was not actually a seat but a skeleton of a seat,the rusty iron welcoming me wholeheartedly.Another auto wheezed pass us and came to a stop,this one was empty.The people standing in the queue heaved a sigh of relief in unison.And I was cursing no body in particular!!And so the excruciating journey began...I had to sit still and I badly wished I was a little thinner .
Finally,the dreadful journey was over leaving me with a badly hurting lower half !!By then it was 23:15,mum had called me numerous number of times.And lo and behold!There was again a queue,this time for the cycle rickshaw!!Fortunately,there were only two people before me.A brother and a sister.And there were just one rickshaw.Now I was preparing myself for another fifteen minutes of awaiting accompanied with the overpowering pain and angst in that dark and murky alley.But miraculously,the rickshaw wallah volunteered to take me first.The siblings also did not object,taking peity on my dejected disposition.I was speechless by the courtesy shown by them.It certainly did not make all the pain that was now chaining my whole body vanish,but it did bring a wide grin on my face.I thanked them.Yes,now home was just 2 minutes away!I got on the rickshaw and the rickshaw started gliding(oh! yes i might be overstretching it a bit)towards my destination....
Monday, May 17, 2010
"Day"ja vu
There are technically seven days in a week but if you ask me I would say that there is much more to a day than the mere nomenclature ,it merely being a Sunday or a Monday.Ever wondered why a Monday morning is considered blue and a Sunday morning is always termed as a bright sunny sunday morning.Why Wednesday is considered as the "Mid-week crisis".Actually for me everything that a day is depends on my mood.For example,some days I feel like I am the queen of the world and I am just about to meet my King in the Shining Armour.Then there are days when I hit rock bottom and descend into the ocean of negetivity.Some days I am too lazy to even get out of the bed and some days I am brimming with too much of positivity.Then there are days when I can't stop complimenting myself on my beauty and then again the same beauty turns into a hideous femme in a matter of 24 hours !Some days I can gorge on almost anything and some days I feel like I a have overstuffed myself with nothing but plain water!!Then there are Mood-Dampener days,Miss-two-goody-shoes days ,Bitchy days and Miss know it all days.I can go on and on and on with my queer take on this topic but am sure I might have bored many of you to death already.So, for the poor souls who might have accidently tripped into reading my blog,humble apologies and have a "Cheerful day".:) :)
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Converse Memorabilia
Did a little retrospection and concluded that "Loving your Favourite pair of Converse is much better than loving an insensitive human being ".And I found 5 GOOD REASONS justifyng this statement and I am very keen on sharing this with all of you,so here they are :
1. Converses come in different colours and designs.(No pun intended ):P
2.Converses don't talk and you don't have to listen to their incessant blabbering just becos u love dem.
3. Converses don't mind when you cheat on them .
4. Converses never really enter your bedroom without your consent .
5. When you own a pair of Converse you literally own dem and it can never be the other way round.
Note : This is not an advertisement of converse.Just my personal experience and has no relation whatsoever with any person living or dead......
1. Converses come in different colours and designs.(No pun intended ):P
2.Converses don't talk and you don't have to listen to their incessant blabbering just becos u love dem.
3. Converses don't mind when you cheat on them .
4. Converses never really enter your bedroom without your consent .
5. When you own a pair of Converse you literally own dem and it can never be the other way round.
Note : This is not an advertisement of converse.Just my personal experience and has no relation whatsoever with any person living or dead......
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