Ajinkya's back!
Saw yesterday's episode,Sukanya and Ajinkya made it through,call back na!I sent tremors through the locality jumping around for 5 whole minutes. Mom thinks i need a psychiactrist.Mebbe i do.
But Ajinkya's BAAACCCKKKKKKK!!!I have reason to watch T.V. again!
Dear Ajinkya,
DO NOT hug sukanya, at least when I'm watching.I get super jealous, for your information.
Mom's losing it.She walks into the room more than thrice a day,mutters something, goes blank,and then says,"I thought of something and forgot." This has been happening since a little after her fortieth birthday. Ahem ahem,who needs a psychiactrist now, eh?
Makeovers.
Ever saved a life?
Ever thought you could give someone a new lease of life?
Ever thought about starting again?
I'm going all Mitch Albom right now, but i don't suppose you've given this stuff much thought. Three questions about a new creation that mothers may or may not answer, but each one of us are certainly qualified at some or the other point of life to do that. My moment's not come yet, it's not everyday that you seek opportunities to rescue people from a situation they could regret.I'm happy today, and that's what matters.Practically perfect if not politically.
I'm starting again.'Yet' again for those who know me.But i'm not even promising this is the last time i'm granting myself yet another fresh breath of the life i think is reasonably good.I can't tell whether this is the right thing to do, or whether this is the outlook i will stick to through life.all that is immaterial,for now, what matters to me, is that i think I'm right.Ever had a better feeling?
Decisions we make through life about ourselves,our kin,our friends are something we give a lot of thought to, na?simple everyday decisions, or even the big ones where each word could alter a life.we weigh the pros and cons, the profits, the losses, everything,before we give a thumbs up to that decision. It's something you may consider obvious. But ever thought about those hunches,impulsive acts people do in the rush of the moment?
We'ce been brainwashed against such decisions, all lores telling us how people act impulsively,making wrong decisons, and later regretting their doings. They may not be wrong,but try shedding light on the right decisions people make when they trust their gut, when someone misses a flight which crashes hours later because it just doesnt feel right, when two people fall in love for no apparent reason in the face of adversity, when you break into a run in front of a hundred people just because you feel like, when you cry like a baby, even though you're macho, without meaning.
a large part of the human development happened due to hunches.due to impulsive decisions, and due to the faith that whatever happens in the future because of one's actions will be one's own doing and responsibility, and having no one to blame jus because you followed your heart. That defines freedom to me. The mute but strong fact that I dont live under the burden of others' decisions which i unwillingly accepted. Apne pairo par khade rehna? Expressing yourself because you feel it can change something, and more importantly, because it can calm your conscience? Nothing that makes me happier.
I'll be living that way. My new makeover. I'm beginning to see people in a new light now. i don't have to stop myself, be polite, watch around for someone else. i learnt that everyone is responsible for their own living, and people who think not are kidding themselves. My mentor here, is, well, Geet from 'Jab We Met'.I'm not a religious film follower, but i just realised how strong her message was. How important it is to kick aside dogma, and follow your heart. I'd never want to blame someone else for having lived my life, give someone else the credit of making decisions for me. I know it sounds selfish and egotist, but when you say 'it's my life', you gotta make it yours. and that doesnt mean doing what you like.it means doin what you like with responsibility, only when your sure that even if the decisions you make aren't planned, impulsive actually, you won't regret them. Follow your heart isn't a cliched movie term anymore, look at it as a way of life, and even if you're living yet another day only, then you'll be glad you lived it under your conditiond and beliefs.
That's when you're saving a life. Yours. That's when you're granting someone a new lease of life. That's when you're staring all over again. a person who learns to do things from the heart learns a lot, and teaches a lot too. Asking for help is a sign of strength, realising your follies a sign of intelligence, and the will to correct them a sign of courage. I guess somewhere down the line I'll be glad i took the decisions i did, and somebody will be grateful for that too. We can't tell what the future will bring us, how much our present actions wll affect us however confident we are about them being right. but somewhere in the future, when i look bck, i know i'll be glad having listen to my heart.
Ever thought you could give someone a new lease of life?
Ever thought about starting again?
I'm going all Mitch Albom right now, but i don't suppose you've given this stuff much thought. Three questions about a new creation that mothers may or may not answer, but each one of us are certainly qualified at some or the other point of life to do that. My moment's not come yet, it's not everyday that you seek opportunities to rescue people from a situation they could regret.I'm happy today, and that's what matters.Practically perfect if not politically.
I'm starting again.'Yet' again for those who know me.But i'm not even promising this is the last time i'm granting myself yet another fresh breath of the life i think is reasonably good.I can't tell whether this is the right thing to do, or whether this is the outlook i will stick to through life.all that is immaterial,for now, what matters to me, is that i think I'm right.Ever had a better feeling?
Decisions we make through life about ourselves,our kin,our friends are something we give a lot of thought to, na?simple everyday decisions, or even the big ones where each word could alter a life.we weigh the pros and cons, the profits, the losses, everything,before we give a thumbs up to that decision. It's something you may consider obvious. But ever thought about those hunches,impulsive acts people do in the rush of the moment?
We'ce been brainwashed against such decisions, all lores telling us how people act impulsively,making wrong decisons, and later regretting their doings. They may not be wrong,but try shedding light on the right decisions people make when they trust their gut, when someone misses a flight which crashes hours later because it just doesnt feel right, when two people fall in love for no apparent reason in the face of adversity, when you break into a run in front of a hundred people just because you feel like, when you cry like a baby, even though you're macho, without meaning.
a large part of the human development happened due to hunches.due to impulsive decisions, and due to the faith that whatever happens in the future because of one's actions will be one's own doing and responsibility, and having no one to blame jus because you followed your heart. That defines freedom to me. The mute but strong fact that I dont live under the burden of others' decisions which i unwillingly accepted. Apne pairo par khade rehna? Expressing yourself because you feel it can change something, and more importantly, because it can calm your conscience? Nothing that makes me happier.
I'll be living that way. My new makeover. I'm beginning to see people in a new light now. i don't have to stop myself, be polite, watch around for someone else. i learnt that everyone is responsible for their own living, and people who think not are kidding themselves. My mentor here, is, well, Geet from 'Jab We Met'.I'm not a religious film follower, but i just realised how strong her message was. How important it is to kick aside dogma, and follow your heart. I'd never want to blame someone else for having lived my life, give someone else the credit of making decisions for me. I know it sounds selfish and egotist, but when you say 'it's my life', you gotta make it yours. and that doesnt mean doing what you like.it means doin what you like with responsibility, only when your sure that even if the decisions you make aren't planned, impulsive actually, you won't regret them. Follow your heart isn't a cliched movie term anymore, look at it as a way of life, and even if you're living yet another day only, then you'll be glad you lived it under your conditiond and beliefs.
That's when you're saving a life. Yours. That's when you're granting someone a new lease of life. That's when you're staring all over again. a person who learns to do things from the heart learns a lot, and teaches a lot too. Asking for help is a sign of strength, realising your follies a sign of intelligence, and the will to correct them a sign of courage. I guess somewhere down the line I'll be glad i took the decisions i did, and somebody will be grateful for that too. We can't tell what the future will bring us, how much our present actions wll affect us however confident we are about them being right. but somewhere in the future, when i look bck, i know i'll be glad having listen to my heart.
Holi, and me.
i'm a hydrophobe,and i dont care if most of you dont get it. Sea water and rivers scare me, not as much as cockroaches do, but scare me alright. i can't stand huge things.i was having trouble watching tsunami waves on TV.
So the only contact i have with water throughout the year, is when i'm bathing (duh-uh),when it's raining (wheeeeeeeeee) and Holi.
This time was something different.For the first time did i feel that i was playing ekdum dil se.no inhibitions,saying just what i want, and doing just what i felt.I splashed around,kept away from a lot of boys who spell trouble,drunkards included.And most importantly,because i know only one of my building friends is gonna have the patience to read this,i feel i've overcome a few of my psycho-blocks about this certain species of creatures.
well for reasons of my privacy,i'll call guy no.1 Adonis, and guy no.2 Ugly,which,surprise surprise they both are.
so lets go for adonis first.he's like the first ever guy i fell for,and i assumed i'll never fall out of love with him.presumptuous me.you know i had trouble accepting i din like him anymore.like fine he was cute at some point of time,but now he's just another guy from the neighbourhood.miraculous change considering i used to go bonkers if i didnt see him for more than 2 weeks.daa! he's like in a universe way apart fom mine,and now he's smudged into oblivion.
This holi was important,because i wasn't too keen to get much around him,something every girl with a crush does.i hung around just for the minimal time being of saying hi,putting a lil colour about his face,and moving off.
What impresses me the most, is that i did all of it without realising i did it,and thought about it only when i came home an hour back.kudos to me.
Second's Ugly.well to get a lil bit of backdrop on this guy,he was the closest i actually got to liking someone.he is and even then,was, nething but cute to look at,dauntingly funny,and eerily detached.attractive if not endearing.this lasted for 2years with the traffic moving only one way.then something happened and things went downhill..like his absence, distractions, new people..you know..all the stuff which marks the end of a potential in-your-head-only love story? then for about two years,all that existed, was a 'oh hi','all the best','happy new year'.stuff you share with an annoying colleague.
then something even worse happened which i'd rather not talk about very demonstratively.all i can tell, without violating my own rule of shutting up, is that the incident left me feeling disappointed in ugly, made me think of him as no better than a frightfully insignificant protozoan.not once,thrice.
when you're as humanely insane, you give second chances. i gave 1736th chance to the wretch, and as of today, i'm not regretting it.because if i look at things without judging the git, i'd say he did what all boys would have done, they're jocks, and nothing better.
i decided to talk to him,how i would have had he been any other guy i know. it worked. what i was really wary was, was what my best friend who doesn't have a very good opinion of him would think.that made for yet another psychoblock. but then again, thinking with my own brain in the cranium helped. we're, i.e. Ugly and me are in touch, and holi proved how much i was ready to get over the fact that Ugly is a jerk. no inhibitions and i didn't flinch once when we got really messy somewhere in the middle, something i would've done with any other friend of mine. **silly giggle: at the cost of this hard he's-my-guy-watcha-doing-talking-to-him-huh? look from a 'friend'..tch tch,girls na..**
Proves how normal i am now.Phew.finally!four years of HARD work, really.
and this too, was a product of all recollection after i got back from Holi-land.
my point is, a little bit of thinking, letting your mind think the way it wants to without presumptions, inhibitions, prejudice, can help heal a lot of injured relationships. don't judge people by what happened or what you felt a while ago, what d'you know? it maybe your outlook to the situation that may have changed, but you didn't give it a chance to breathe, and suffocated that of the person concerned to show you how things are different. dogmatizing yourself will hurt more than just you. people change, and we're all human, responsive to changes. a person who claims to have never changed is someone who has mode a lot of decisions that may have hurt people and never tried to put out a hand to solve differences.
trust me, it helps.
So the only contact i have with water throughout the year, is when i'm bathing (duh-uh),when it's raining (wheeeeeeeeee) and Holi.
This time was something different.For the first time did i feel that i was playing ekdum dil se.no inhibitions,saying just what i want, and doing just what i felt.I splashed around,kept away from a lot of boys who spell trouble,drunkards included.And most importantly,because i know only one of my building friends is gonna have the patience to read this,i feel i've overcome a few of my psycho-blocks about this certain species of creatures.
well for reasons of my privacy,i'll call guy no.1 Adonis, and guy no.2 Ugly,which,surprise surprise they both are.
so lets go for adonis first.he's like the first ever guy i fell for,and i assumed i'll never fall out of love with him.presumptuous me.you know i had trouble accepting i din like him anymore.like fine he was cute at some point of time,but now he's just another guy from the neighbourhood.miraculous change considering i used to go bonkers if i didnt see him for more than 2 weeks.daa! he's like in a universe way apart fom mine,and now he's smudged into oblivion.
This holi was important,because i wasn't too keen to get much around him,something every girl with a crush does.i hung around just for the minimal time being of saying hi,putting a lil colour about his face,and moving off.
What impresses me the most, is that i did all of it without realising i did it,and thought about it only when i came home an hour back.kudos to me.
Second's Ugly.well to get a lil bit of backdrop on this guy,he was the closest i actually got to liking someone.he is and even then,was, nething but cute to look at,dauntingly funny,and eerily detached.attractive if not endearing.this lasted for 2years with the traffic moving only one way.then something happened and things went downhill..like his absence, distractions, new people..you know..all the stuff which marks the end of a potential in-your-head-only love story? then for about two years,all that existed, was a 'oh hi','all the best','happy new year'.stuff you share with an annoying colleague.
then something even worse happened which i'd rather not talk about very demonstratively.all i can tell, without violating my own rule of shutting up, is that the incident left me feeling disappointed in ugly, made me think of him as no better than a frightfully insignificant protozoan.not once,thrice.
when you're as humanely insane, you give second chances. i gave 1736th chance to the wretch, and as of today, i'm not regretting it.because if i look at things without judging the git, i'd say he did what all boys would have done, they're jocks, and nothing better.
i decided to talk to him,how i would have had he been any other guy i know. it worked. what i was really wary was, was what my best friend who doesn't have a very good opinion of him would think.that made for yet another psychoblock. but then again, thinking with my own brain in the cranium helped. we're, i.e. Ugly and me are in touch, and holi proved how much i was ready to get over the fact that Ugly is a jerk. no inhibitions and i didn't flinch once when we got really messy somewhere in the middle, something i would've done with any other friend of mine. **silly giggle: at the cost of this hard he's-my-guy-watcha-doing-talking-to-him-huh? look from a 'friend'..tch tch,girls na..**
Proves how normal i am now.Phew.finally!four years of HARD work, really.
and this too, was a product of all recollection after i got back from Holi-land.
my point is, a little bit of thinking, letting your mind think the way it wants to without presumptions, inhibitions, prejudice, can help heal a lot of injured relationships. don't judge people by what happened or what you felt a while ago, what d'you know? it maybe your outlook to the situation that may have changed, but you didn't give it a chance to breathe, and suffocated that of the person concerned to show you how things are different. dogmatizing yourself will hurt more than just you. people change, and we're all human, responsive to changes. a person who claims to have never changed is someone who has mode a lot of decisions that may have hurt people and never tried to put out a hand to solve differences.
trust me, it helps.
Ajinkya Shinde.
Wasssaaaa my blogophiles? vacation of my lifetime has begun, and trust me, happy days aren't all what I have. like this is an amalgamation of waking up wayyy too late, realising you could've slept more since you cant find anything to do other than brush your teeth and potty and read some Archer.solve sudko perhaps, but numbers scare me, and Mathematical anything after the 12th is naa baba naa. so wakey wakey me does have a nothing to day time, throughout.
i've picked on a nasty habit. It's called TV. It starts at about 10am and shuts up at around 1am,promptly the next day. for someone who didn't have stamina for 20 straight minutes of the bewakoof dabba, i'd say i'm doing pretty well. FRIENDS and Roadies and 'ekaa peksha ek' on Zee-marathi(i'm a half-blooded maharashtrian, and to all thackerays concerned, my dad's Mallu!).teen shows ,touche. pappa darling says FRIENDS' too hyped. i think not. i'm in love with joey, and keep reminding pappa darling that anything he says against his son-in-law to-be, would make me bring him home as ghar-jamaai.does swinging both hands towards the heaven and screaming 'grow up for god's sake' indicate he wants me to get joey home sooner?
Roadies. how to identify it?when all you can here is 'i don't beep the damn beeping beep, so what the beep do you thing you'r beeping around for you beppily beeping beeped beep?' OR you see a bald guy twisting his head in rage,who seems to be the emperor of psychoanalysis, alongside a tall cute fellow who looks on the subjects of torture who dropped by willingly (same beeping creatures) with sympathy you know it's Roadies. to think that less than 24 hours back i wanted to be one of them. what was i thinking?you so should have heard my momma meri when the eeky-leaky brother of mine told my plans to her.she was leaking all the gas she could. muttering under her breath, walking about the house like a spring monkey badabeem badiboom..
Ekaa peksha ek.something pappa darling and momma meri dont seem to object to.now why will they?the only objectionable thing about the show is Adesh bandekar's nonsense of style(a white suit with pink flowers all over it,something like my nani's curtain, and that pair of dark blue denims with a light blue strip running in the langoti region), and that guy they call mahaguru and someone named sachin pilgaonkar eons ago. it's what they call a dance competition, not reality show mind you, and the dancers range from average ganpati-time dancers to fantabulous, charming, B-E-A-U-Tiful.try sadrick (or cedric,what's your name buddy?) d'souza.his eyes crinkle to the point of closing when he smiles. and he was like my first ekaa peksha ek hero.
then came ajinkya shinde.i dont remember his first performance, but he blew the remenants of my brain to some distant land where i could see him dance and dance and dance. here's a very stupid not-so-secret...guys who dance well give me a funny feeling in my stomach.get the hint.and it didn't help that this guy sounds,looks,dances etc like my biggest bachpan crush.the name souns similar too.and trust me,when he did the hip-hop number, all i could do was drool.i lost buckets of saliva and a cardiac organ that day,but who's complaining? not me,naah-aah.btw i remember his first dance i sw now..something where he was dressed up as an obese medieval inspector line-lagaoing on some chick..what expressions man.(Ajinkya if you do read this,please remember to meet up whenever you come to mumbai next.what d'you know, na?).
though something really wierd happened this week. pill-gheun marat nahi-gaonkar said ajinkya seemed arogant in his performance.ok,u have a theme called freestyle,a song like 'woh lamhe' remixed and playing a technically perfect mr.shinde performing a perfectly choreographed dance, and you go fishing against that necessary attitude?daa!i'm not prejudiced against this guy, but any person who's got some whacky party brain will not screen into the fact that the song was originally a romantic one,but the one playing is remixed..BIG difference.you need attitude, or that's what i thinkie. youth culture regards talent with the occassional shine,occassional only mind you of arrogance brilliant,and that's what Ajinkya showed. bu-hh-t,pill-u kno wat-gaonkar, isn't all that much of a youth anymore, is he?he wears a wig, has overtly comical eyebrwos,talks as if he's in a mushy movie, whose conversations are entirely autobiographical,and we all remember him first as the child artist in Brahmachaari and the 19 year old ahmed in sholay.sholay was in 1975, by the way.so,doesnt that make pills 52?like white hair comes up later for actors or wat?
i can stand criticism against ajinkya,but only justified.mebbe i got the whole arrogance point wrong, but such a lot of emphasis can do the grave for an artist's energy. pills,take a chill-you.the vibrance this fellow's got is something you in your hyperboled career couldn't manage even if you're on LSD.
the next episode,ajinkya gives yet another brilliant show,with 'kombdi palaali'.this time,no complaints from pillu-sir,and apparently adesh's costume designer has been sacked by the PR department of the show.ajinkya was his best today,seconded by his own hip-hop..one of those days when you feel you're falling in love all over again?
and they eliminated him.i knew it was coming,he was such an obvious winner.sour grapes, if that's wat you call it.but this was the most emotional goodbye in any competition.sadrck cried, him being the second worthiest of winning (for old times' sake).ajinkya shed a tear or two.he'll be ok,more competitions to go.but will i?damn i'll miss his sudden grins, and the semi-nasal tone.the acrobatics he does and the perfectly crescent smile.i'll miss ajnkya shinde,for raising the bar of dancer on television.
Ajinkya, you're a star.hope they call you back,'coz you deserve going ahead.but as you said, you'd rather have stayed uneliminated from the competition than have been called back.
i've picked on a nasty habit. It's called TV. It starts at about 10am and shuts up at around 1am,promptly the next day. for someone who didn't have stamina for 20 straight minutes of the bewakoof dabba, i'd say i'm doing pretty well. FRIENDS and Roadies and 'ekaa peksha ek' on Zee-marathi(i'm a half-blooded maharashtrian, and to all thackerays concerned, my dad's Mallu!).teen shows ,touche. pappa darling says FRIENDS' too hyped. i think not. i'm in love with joey, and keep reminding pappa darling that anything he says against his son-in-law to-be, would make me bring him home as ghar-jamaai.does swinging both hands towards the heaven and screaming 'grow up for god's sake' indicate he wants me to get joey home sooner?
Roadies. how to identify it?when all you can here is 'i don't beep the damn beeping beep, so what the beep do you thing you'r beeping around for you beppily beeping beeped beep?' OR you see a bald guy twisting his head in rage,who seems to be the emperor of psychoanalysis, alongside a tall cute fellow who looks on the subjects of torture who dropped by willingly (same beeping creatures) with sympathy you know it's Roadies. to think that less than 24 hours back i wanted to be one of them. what was i thinking?you so should have heard my momma meri when the eeky-leaky brother of mine told my plans to her.she was leaking all the gas she could. muttering under her breath, walking about the house like a spring monkey badabeem badiboom..
Ekaa peksha ek.something pappa darling and momma meri dont seem to object to.now why will they?the only objectionable thing about the show is Adesh bandekar's nonsense of style(a white suit with pink flowers all over it,something like my nani's curtain, and that pair of dark blue denims with a light blue strip running in the langoti region), and that guy they call mahaguru and someone named sachin pilgaonkar eons ago. it's what they call a dance competition, not reality show mind you, and the dancers range from average ganpati-time dancers to fantabulous, charming, B-E-A-U-Tiful.try sadrick (or cedric,what's your name buddy?) d'souza.his eyes crinkle to the point of closing when he smiles. and he was like my first ekaa peksha ek hero.
then came ajinkya shinde.i dont remember his first performance, but he blew the remenants of my brain to some distant land where i could see him dance and dance and dance. here's a very stupid not-so-secret...guys who dance well give me a funny feeling in my stomach.get the hint.and it didn't help that this guy sounds,looks,dances etc like my biggest bachpan crush.the name souns similar too.and trust me,when he did the hip-hop number, all i could do was drool.i lost buckets of saliva and a cardiac organ that day,but who's complaining? not me,naah-aah.btw i remember his first dance i sw now..something where he was dressed up as an obese medieval inspector line-lagaoing on some chick..what expressions man.(Ajinkya if you do read this,please remember to meet up whenever you come to mumbai next.what d'you know, na?).
though something really wierd happened this week. pill-gheun marat nahi-gaonkar said ajinkya seemed arogant in his performance.ok,u have a theme called freestyle,a song like 'woh lamhe' remixed and playing a technically perfect mr.shinde performing a perfectly choreographed dance, and you go fishing against that necessary attitude?daa!i'm not prejudiced against this guy, but any person who's got some whacky party brain will not screen into the fact that the song was originally a romantic one,but the one playing is remixed..BIG difference.you need attitude, or that's what i thinkie. youth culture regards talent with the occassional shine,occassional only mind you of arrogance brilliant,and that's what Ajinkya showed. bu-hh-t,pill-u kno wat-gaonkar, isn't all that much of a youth anymore, is he?he wears a wig, has overtly comical eyebrwos,talks as if he's in a mushy movie, whose conversations are entirely autobiographical,and we all remember him first as the child artist in Brahmachaari and the 19 year old ahmed in sholay.sholay was in 1975, by the way.so,doesnt that make pills 52?like white hair comes up later for actors or wat?
i can stand criticism against ajinkya,but only justified.mebbe i got the whole arrogance point wrong, but such a lot of emphasis can do the grave for an artist's energy. pills,take a chill-you.the vibrance this fellow's got is something you in your hyperboled career couldn't manage even if you're on LSD.
the next episode,ajinkya gives yet another brilliant show,with 'kombdi palaali'.this time,no complaints from pillu-sir,and apparently adesh's costume designer has been sacked by the PR department of the show.ajinkya was his best today,seconded by his own hip-hop..one of those days when you feel you're falling in love all over again?
and they eliminated him.i knew it was coming,he was such an obvious winner.sour grapes, if that's wat you call it.but this was the most emotional goodbye in any competition.sadrck cried, him being the second worthiest of winning (for old times' sake).ajinkya shed a tear or two.he'll be ok,more competitions to go.but will i?damn i'll miss his sudden grins, and the semi-nasal tone.the acrobatics he does and the perfectly crescent smile.i'll miss ajnkya shinde,for raising the bar of dancer on television.
Ajinkya, you're a star.hope they call you back,'coz you deserve going ahead.but as you said, you'd rather have stayed uneliminated from the competition than have been called back.
Stupid,really stupid Cupid, and the Agony Maushi.
Are you the type who melts at the sight of cupids with suspended arrows on their pinky little bows? The one who yearn for the heart shaped boxes filled with Hershey’s ‘Hugs and Kisses’? Or whose girlfriend gives a tiny little kisshy n the tip if you nose for getting her flowers? Or may be the girlfriend of a guy who dare NOT forget the reason the flowery month of February seems to exist?
If you are, stop reading here.
Gandmasti ?
Ok fine read ahead.
I hate February. Reason minor: it’s NOT supposed 2 be 9.4°C when you’ve shoved away your sweaters.
Reason major:like every other month, this one’s got a 14th.
Think February think Valentine’s Day.
LOOOuuuuuVVVVEEE stories. New couples. ‘Ooooh he asked me OUUUUUTT’!!
So what? Alright, sour grapes to an extent. But for those of you who do have something to do on this day other than study for your boards, pray tell me, how has this one day been different than all those times you and your significant other have been coochie-cooing? Just because everyone else’s been doing the same too? Lame.
Peoples of the mighty homo sapiens sapiens race- Wakey wakey!!! It’s commercialisation. In-your-face. And true to our media-centred thinking, we fall for it. We (actually you, I’ve satisfactorily stayed away from the mush) spend a lot more on the one person we go ho-hum about than is reasonable. Okay, so every man to his own pocket. But why?
Because Archies/Hallmark/Expressions tells us that it’s the day some St.Valentine made immortal for spreading ‘loouuuv’. Spread loouuuv to the people who need it, not some one who’s alreay been around you grabbing all your attention all year long. Seriously, how d’you people develop the stamina to fuss over you lovey dove with more vigour? Do you, like, keep away from it for the rest of the year and ‘toot-padofy’ on the sacred day or something? Then again, ramblings of a non-experienced love-lorn journo, you may say. But from my point of you, we’re better off without VD than with it.
But I ask you, is it worth the hype? Isnt all that cheeku-meeku,my-shweety-pie thingy done all year long anyway? And if a guy does want to ask you out, or considering gender equality is grabbing balcony tickets everywhere, if the girl’s making the first move, wouldn’t he/she have done it sometime when he/she really thought he/she could cope with the burden of having your photo as the wallpaper of his/her phone? Or was he/she not sure enough whether it IS you who he/she fantasize about, and not that look-alike best friend of yours? Insult!!
Why the 14th of February? The S**v S**a in Maharashtra is already doing its bit to stop love from spreading, but who’d want to get kicked big-time in their a*s when Agony Maushi (me, stupid) is so patiently advising you to apply brakes before you fasten the seatbelt?
The card companies have NO intention of spreading that ickle bit of loouuuv in the world. You see, money is their best friend too, and they are so conveniently taking najaayaz faayda of your jawaani deewani and hypersensitive hormones to make money ki kya bolu.
My point, being in love is no crime, but shouldn’t you be expressing yourself throughout the year instead of waiting like a pakka chindhi for this one day so that you can get over with the pampering? Or am I getting the whole point wrong?
If you are, stop reading here.
Gandmasti ?
Ok fine read ahead.
I hate February. Reason minor: it’s NOT supposed 2 be 9.4°C when you’ve shoved away your sweaters.
Reason major:like every other month, this one’s got a 14th.
Think February think Valentine’s Day.
LOOOuuuuuVVVVEEE stories. New couples. ‘Ooooh he asked me OUUUUUTT’!!
So what? Alright, sour grapes to an extent. But for those of you who do have something to do on this day other than study for your boards, pray tell me, how has this one day been different than all those times you and your significant other have been coochie-cooing? Just because everyone else’s been doing the same too? Lame.
Peoples of the mighty homo sapiens sapiens race- Wakey wakey!!! It’s commercialisation. In-your-face. And true to our media-centred thinking, we fall for it. We (actually you, I’ve satisfactorily stayed away from the mush) spend a lot more on the one person we go ho-hum about than is reasonable. Okay, so every man to his own pocket. But why?
Because Archies/Hallmark/Expressions tells us that it’s the day some St.Valentine made immortal for spreading ‘loouuuv’. Spread loouuuv to the people who need it, not some one who’s alreay been around you grabbing all your attention all year long. Seriously, how d’you people develop the stamina to fuss over you lovey dove with more vigour? Do you, like, keep away from it for the rest of the year and ‘toot-padofy’ on the sacred day or something? Then again, ramblings of a non-experienced love-lorn journo, you may say. But from my point of you, we’re better off without VD than with it.
But I ask you, is it worth the hype? Isnt all that cheeku-meeku,my-shweety-pie thingy done all year long anyway? And if a guy does want to ask you out, or considering gender equality is grabbing balcony tickets everywhere, if the girl’s making the first move, wouldn’t he/she have done it sometime when he/she really thought he/she could cope with the burden of having your photo as the wallpaper of his/her phone? Or was he/she not sure enough whether it IS you who he/she fantasize about, and not that look-alike best friend of yours? Insult!!
Why the 14th of February? The S**v S**a in Maharashtra is already doing its bit to stop love from spreading, but who’d want to get kicked big-time in their a*s when Agony Maushi (me, stupid) is so patiently advising you to apply brakes before you fasten the seatbelt?
The card companies have NO intention of spreading that ickle bit of loouuuv in the world. You see, money is their best friend too, and they are so conveniently taking najaayaz faayda of your jawaani deewani and hypersensitive hormones to make money ki kya bolu.
My point, being in love is no crime, but shouldn’t you be expressing yourself throughout the year instead of waiting like a pakka chindhi for this one day so that you can get over with the pampering? Or am I getting the whole point wrong?
Spilling it out.
Friends aren’t perfect. A lesson I guess I learnt the hard way. And too late too. When two headstrong people get to be friends, with nothing more in common than that, the bond lasts as a strong one for maybe a few months, and then it weakens to the point that the friendship seems a burden more than anything else. And if the people involved are still trying to push it to work, they’re kidding themselves horribly.
Trust me, I know.
This one’s for a friend who made the right decision at the right time, before things got so sour that even I’d lose my temper, though she doesn’t know how thankful I am for that. I’m VERY patient, when it comes to people. She burst my bubble of stupid assumptions at such a point that it was neither too early nor too late. Another reason why I miss her. May be she even subconsciously knew that anymore of tagging along and we’d hate each other.
All those months we did know one another weren’t a farce. The friendship rose out of the need to find some sanity in the class of people who’d laugh at the most pervert jokes, a place to find comfort when Sirius Black was killed ruthlessly by Rowling, to fantasize about which one of us would marry which of the respective Adonis’s, perhaps a fictional Utopia we created comfortably to accommodate one another into our worlds. But fairy tales don’t have a happy ending real time. As much as I wanted to stay on as friends with that one person who could always guess what went wrong, and knew exactly what to say to get my back on the right track, I was kidding myself into trying make her my best friend, and trying to live out my dream of being her ‘ideal friend’ in turn.
But turns out neither of us were quite ourselves when we were with each other. Both had to watch our words just to make sure the other wasn’t hurt by them. Some thing I never thought she’d face and I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let happen to myself. But that’s the way it was. There were too many things that were slowly turning sour and constant eruptions of ‘“I’m-so-not-talking-to-you” “what-on-earth-did-I-do?”’ clouded the prospect of the friends-forever thing I had in mind. But I still didn’t have the pluck to let go.
To the friend I shall always respect for having broken the strings at the right cue, I still am disappointed that it should end this way. Had it been a little more amicable, perhaps I wouldn’t have to stare at the ground for those two-and half months you made me wonder if you could see me standing 3 feet from you. I can’t loathe you, no, because I’m just that way. Can’t hate anybody who’s made me stronger, and taught me so much by asking so less in turn, but I’ll still look forward to the time you can regard me as someone who existed in the same room as you did.
I’m glad you don’t feel the need of an apology, from either one of us to the other, because if we’re right in our own perspective, there’s no reason to be sorry.
I just want to thank you, for all the time you did spend happily with me, for making me a better friend to those who I know after that time you walked away, because even if I’m dyslexic when it comes to learning the more practical lessons in relations, I’m good at applying them, for everything that existed the time we’ve been friends.
And if we do meet at Malhar, I could wave at you and I’d be glad if you nodded in return.
Cheers.
Trust me, I know.
This one’s for a friend who made the right decision at the right time, before things got so sour that even I’d lose my temper, though she doesn’t know how thankful I am for that. I’m VERY patient, when it comes to people. She burst my bubble of stupid assumptions at such a point that it was neither too early nor too late. Another reason why I miss her. May be she even subconsciously knew that anymore of tagging along and we’d hate each other.
All those months we did know one another weren’t a farce. The friendship rose out of the need to find some sanity in the class of people who’d laugh at the most pervert jokes, a place to find comfort when Sirius Black was killed ruthlessly by Rowling, to fantasize about which one of us would marry which of the respective Adonis’s, perhaps a fictional Utopia we created comfortably to accommodate one another into our worlds. But fairy tales don’t have a happy ending real time. As much as I wanted to stay on as friends with that one person who could always guess what went wrong, and knew exactly what to say to get my back on the right track, I was kidding myself into trying make her my best friend, and trying to live out my dream of being her ‘ideal friend’ in turn.
But turns out neither of us were quite ourselves when we were with each other. Both had to watch our words just to make sure the other wasn’t hurt by them. Some thing I never thought she’d face and I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let happen to myself. But that’s the way it was. There were too many things that were slowly turning sour and constant eruptions of ‘“I’m-so-not-talking-to-you” “what-on-earth-did-I-do?”’ clouded the prospect of the friends-forever thing I had in mind. But I still didn’t have the pluck to let go.
To the friend I shall always respect for having broken the strings at the right cue, I still am disappointed that it should end this way. Had it been a little more amicable, perhaps I wouldn’t have to stare at the ground for those two-and half months you made me wonder if you could see me standing 3 feet from you. I can’t loathe you, no, because I’m just that way. Can’t hate anybody who’s made me stronger, and taught me so much by asking so less in turn, but I’ll still look forward to the time you can regard me as someone who existed in the same room as you did.
I’m glad you don’t feel the need of an apology, from either one of us to the other, because if we’re right in our own perspective, there’s no reason to be sorry.
I just want to thank you, for all the time you did spend happily with me, for making me a better friend to those who I know after that time you walked away, because even if I’m dyslexic when it comes to learning the more practical lessons in relations, I’m good at applying them, for everything that existed the time we’ve been friends.
And if we do meet at Malhar, I could wave at you and I’d be glad if you nodded in return.
Cheers.
And we never seemed to go ahead
Despite of the fact that i see wonder-boy,let's call him Super right now, every single day, i never ceased to find him cute.It's been a year since we first,and last spoke, and it's those undescribable awkward moments, when we come within a few feet of each other, it’s those awkward moments, when you cant seem to remember your resolution of even smiling at the person you talk to so often online, and the only way out is to turn your head and wish the earth would swallow you up. Takes me back to the second phase...
Part 2:And she used her brains
A little bit of a calculative and observational nature comes handy. He once stepped out of a classroom in the corridor when I was passing by, and this time only I saw him, I think. The next moment, an old friend of mine stepped out from the same classroom. Conversation began, and I eventually found out, that this in fact, was the FYJC, and now, I knew not only his standard (yippee!) but also, his division. Sly I also figured out his timetable.
I do feel like a stalker at times, I mentioned it earlier, but this was my closest encounter to being one. Hence manifesting my obnoxious tendency to exaggerate.
So here I was, I knew his class, timetable. But not his name.
‘Aate jaate khoobsurat aawara sadko pe
Kabhi kabhi ittefaaq se
Kitne anjaan log mil jaate hai
Unn mein se kuchh log bhool jaate hai
Kuchh yaad reh jaate hai’
And how!
A girl with a crush is definitely one thing I love being. Those random moments when songs just strike you as if they’ve been written for you. Stolen glances. Just knowing you have a reason to go to college.
It wasn’t as if he was the only cute guy around, you know, but this fellow, Super, was the most endearing of the lot.
Sheesh, 5 days more and I won’t be going to college. But I guess I’ll keep thinking about Super till I cease to think!
Part 2:And she used her brains
A little bit of a calculative and observational nature comes handy. He once stepped out of a classroom in the corridor when I was passing by, and this time only I saw him, I think. The next moment, an old friend of mine stepped out from the same classroom. Conversation began, and I eventually found out, that this in fact, was the FYJC, and now, I knew not only his standard (yippee!) but also, his division. Sly I also figured out his timetable.
I do feel like a stalker at times, I mentioned it earlier, but this was my closest encounter to being one. Hence manifesting my obnoxious tendency to exaggerate.
So here I was, I knew his class, timetable. But not his name.
‘Aate jaate khoobsurat aawara sadko pe
Kabhi kabhi ittefaaq se
Kitne anjaan log mil jaate hai
Unn mein se kuchh log bhool jaate hai
Kuchh yaad reh jaate hai’
And how!
A girl with a crush is definitely one thing I love being. Those random moments when songs just strike you as if they’ve been written for you. Stolen glances. Just knowing you have a reason to go to college.
It wasn’t as if he was the only cute guy around, you know, but this fellow, Super, was the most endearing of the lot.
Sheesh, 5 days more and I won’t be going to college. But I guess I’ll keep thinking about Super till I cease to think!
Down under
Aussies are deranged mongloids.No, i'm not a possessed cricket fan who prays for the well-being of the team every morning, its just a lil fact, which i'm sure will make even you agree with my say here.
harbhajan batting, or bowling or watevah..see i dont even know when the incidence happened. Andrew symmonds, who by now every conscious Indian has something against, passes him. Bhajji the great says something like 'teri maa ki' to the hairball.
if this incidence were to happen in our country, between two adults playing a crucial, tending to violent game of cricket, as were the circumstances in the above instance, such a statement,'teri maa ki', would have lead to the abuser as well as the abused being thrashed to death by the opponent teams.We are all mother worshippers, and hence, even a suggestion of an anti-momma word would definitely land someone in the hospital.As you all should know, what follows after the 'ki' in the 'teri maa ki' isn't the nicest thing to say abt anyone, least of all a mother.
case in point: mr.symmonds.i think he needs a haircut.or mebbe its his earhair we can see growing out..but whatever the growth is,its definitely addled his hearing ability.because as you oughta know unless you've been in a coma for the past week, andrew heard 'MONKEY'.
monkey??teri monkey??for goodness' sake, symmonds,no one gets racially offended if you abuse your non-existent pet monkey. or may be you do own one.but that's not the point. and racial??why on earth would someone call you a 'monkey' to abuse you,and bless you dear, no one from India, let alone our exhuberant Punjab, leaves it at monkey. and pray tell me, how does tht become racial?so we all are descendants of monkeys..
daa!!there it is!he thought harbhajan was abusing his ancestors!!..but i guess he went a lil deaf when hearing which one though.
Or may be, jus maybe, because they live on an isolated landmass, they feel really lonely and act this way when in company of humans.If i see ponting jumping about demented with joy at another victory,i'll be expecting him to carry his babies in a pouch next time.
Mr.Kumble, forgiveness is all divine,but make it clear they shouldn't act human to our god-likes, and err again.
and the cricket body is dumb enough to make this a case.sometimes i cant help but nod when they say the country's going to the dogs, or may be monkeys.what if they'd known wat the right thing was?but it still doesnt matter..'b******s' wasn't to offensive for them.
advise to harbhajan: your one lucky dog/monkey...(will i be sued for this??please do that, i could do with not answering a few papers.)
harbhajan batting, or bowling or watevah..see i dont even know when the incidence happened. Andrew symmonds, who by now every conscious Indian has something against, passes him. Bhajji the great says something like 'teri maa ki' to the hairball.
if this incidence were to happen in our country, between two adults playing a crucial, tending to violent game of cricket, as were the circumstances in the above instance, such a statement,'teri maa ki', would have lead to the abuser as well as the abused being thrashed to death by the opponent teams.We are all mother worshippers, and hence, even a suggestion of an anti-momma word would definitely land someone in the hospital.As you all should know, what follows after the 'ki' in the 'teri maa ki' isn't the nicest thing to say abt anyone, least of all a mother.
case in point: mr.symmonds.i think he needs a haircut.or mebbe its his earhair we can see growing out..but whatever the growth is,its definitely addled his hearing ability.because as you oughta know unless you've been in a coma for the past week, andrew heard 'MONKEY'.
monkey??teri monkey??for goodness' sake, symmonds,no one gets racially offended if you abuse your non-existent pet monkey. or may be you do own one.but that's not the point. and racial??why on earth would someone call you a 'monkey' to abuse you,and bless you dear, no one from India, let alone our exhuberant Punjab, leaves it at monkey. and pray tell me, how does tht become racial?so we all are descendants of monkeys..
daa!!there it is!he thought harbhajan was abusing his ancestors!!..but i guess he went a lil deaf when hearing which one though.
Or may be, jus maybe, because they live on an isolated landmass, they feel really lonely and act this way when in company of humans.If i see ponting jumping about demented with joy at another victory,i'll be expecting him to carry his babies in a pouch next time.
Mr.Kumble, forgiveness is all divine,but make it clear they shouldn't act human to our god-likes, and err again.
and the cricket body is dumb enough to make this a case.sometimes i cant help but nod when they say the country's going to the dogs, or may be monkeys.what if they'd known wat the right thing was?but it still doesnt matter..'b******s' wasn't to offensive for them.
advise to harbhajan: your one lucky dog/monkey...(will i be sued for this??please do that, i could do with not answering a few papers.)
Confessions of a girl with a crush.
If I were my own psychiatric case, I’d call for help really fast. It amazes me how complex a human can be, and that too studying myself I can tell, by not being a serial killer, how close I am to his occupational, less hazardous cousin- the serial stalker. Obsession grips me at the drop of a hat, and I don’t stop at anything to get what I really, impulsively want.
My spectrum of interests is a small one, but its so maddening that people who say ‘never say die’ re the first to say, ‘hey get a grip’. And though I can certainly say I’m not getting the message through to you, I’ll leave it at that and rant about something else.
When you go to college, it’s not coincidence that you spot people and find a few cute. Really cute. Gorgeous even. And how I did see this particular guy is still another story I call my own little college love story. May be clichéd or so predictable you’ll be able to name the characters and tell me what’s to happen next, but for me, it’s my story, and just as important to me as yours to you.
So to make mine easier, and more important to me, I’m gonna write it in parts. Just the way it happened in phases.
Ready? I never was either!
Part 1: glances and that’s all.
It started at, surprise surprise, the college fest. Me standing in the audience. They were asking people to come on stage and dance (nope Pushkar its not you). Music in the background: ‘Dil na diya’ from kkrish.
Everyone’s prancing about, when a boy in a blue shirt comes up front and confidently does his bit with such grace, that the people who are watching are left with their mouths open. Me being one of them. He comes down after a few seconds and gets lost in the crowd.
I spot him again in college a few days later. So he has really clean eyes. Not big, not blue, not hazel. All I notice that they seem to look as if he’s just woken up and washed them. I have no idea who this boy is, even which standard he studies in. All I know now is that he dances well, wears good shirts, and has clean eyes.
And when he did look back at me, my face went red.
My spectrum of interests is a small one, but its so maddening that people who say ‘never say die’ re the first to say, ‘hey get a grip’. And though I can certainly say I’m not getting the message through to you, I’ll leave it at that and rant about something else.
When you go to college, it’s not coincidence that you spot people and find a few cute. Really cute. Gorgeous even. And how I did see this particular guy is still another story I call my own little college love story. May be clichéd or so predictable you’ll be able to name the characters and tell me what’s to happen next, but for me, it’s my story, and just as important to me as yours to you.
So to make mine easier, and more important to me, I’m gonna write it in parts. Just the way it happened in phases.
Ready? I never was either!
Part 1: glances and that’s all.
It started at, surprise surprise, the college fest. Me standing in the audience. They were asking people to come on stage and dance (nope Pushkar its not you). Music in the background: ‘Dil na diya’ from kkrish.
Everyone’s prancing about, when a boy in a blue shirt comes up front and confidently does his bit with such grace, that the people who are watching are left with their mouths open. Me being one of them. He comes down after a few seconds and gets lost in the crowd.
I spot him again in college a few days later. So he has really clean eyes. Not big, not blue, not hazel. All I notice that they seem to look as if he’s just woken up and washed them. I have no idea who this boy is, even which standard he studies in. All I know now is that he dances well, wears good shirts, and has clean eyes.
And when he did look back at me, my face went red.
Consonants and Bowels.
Amazing what an induced insomniac with digestion problems can come up with at 4 in the morn. For all you dimwitted imps who couldn’t figure, 'induced insomniac with digestion problems' would mean me. I don’t remember having eaten anything out of place yesterday. Yesterday from any other day I’ve lived, as I can make a long list of 'what should not have been swallowed' for everyday except. But no-oh. The indigestion has to come, at a crucial point when you are 12 hours short of your prelim papers, and 16 of your big chemical bang.Facts that aren’t helping me right now: the BMC'S cut off the water supply for an indefinite period, and that I can’t seem to think of anything other than the Trojan horse, courtesy something I read yesterday. Also an intriguingly conscious conscience prickling incessantly pleading me to grab a chemistry book instead. 'If mum were awake....’. How is the world, so grown up, supposed to relate to the woes of a farty 17 year old?Other things that don’t make sense at the moment: 14 year old brother sitting up in bed, eyes wide open and yelling 'hello??helloooo??' into an invisible phone. Had I been a little more awake I would have rushed for the cell phone and recorded the git. Probably blackmailed him with it for the rest of his life. But for the life of me, I won't. Apparently I too talk in my sleep, and what disturbs me the most, is the point that my mum says I answer any question articulately and diligently in my sleep. Okay, I do have a clear conscience, but should I sue her for 'slander under semiconscious state'? You made me a Telgi.
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