When I read some tags I say, 'oh! another tag' but if I don't get tagged then I wonder why nobody wants to know my opinion. Many tags are doing the rounds that it is a 'paanch ka do' (2 for 5 rs) scenario of the local vegetable market. So, Chander tagged me and I have changed the title so that you cannot escape this post. ha ha ha (devilish laughter! )
So, here goes my me me and only me.
I am thinking about.. many things. If I should start doing what I actually do once I complete 3 or 4 months in an organization - attend interviews. About the demo I need to give, the conference call later. To prepare fish cutlet or fish fry though I know I’ll end up cooking chicken as I eat chicken when I am sad or when I am happy, whether to paint my nails pink or any other colour or to pick up a fight with roomie if I don’t want to cook.
I said...Emraan Hasmi triggers a hormone in me. The hormone shootrophine, responsible for inducing feelings like shooting down a person.
I want to... shake my bon bon. Jokes apart, I want to settle in the country post retirement.
I wish...I could remove snakes from the planet even if they were Sridevis in disguise.
I hear…songs which I hate, ringing in my ears. It often happens that I don’t want to hum it but it comes automatically. Can you imagine somebody humming "Bholi bhaali ladki, khol teri dilki pyar waali khidki ho ho ho” every 15 minutes?
I wonder...if God created me with second-hand parts. I have been visiting the doctor for one part after the other. Health problems which do not kill but problems nevertheless.
I regret...not many things. Learnt from my mistakes. I have taken enough risk in life with my career and also for love.
I am...a veryyyy nice person. I am sorry if your perception was/is wrong.
I dance… the Manipuri folk and classical dances, a little bit of Meregue, Cha cha cha, Salsa, Jive and bollywood jhatka-matkas. I also dance like Mithun and Govinda. I specialise in the number,”I am a disco dancer’ and I don’t care whether my hips lie or not.
I sing...fairly well. Won some competions which I only know of. I threaten my colleagues that I will start singing if they do not play the music and they oblige without a second thought. Nobody appreciates talent these days. When the country has gone crazy after Himesh crooning ‘e Hazooonnrrrrr’, what can I expect?
I cry...Easily. Sometimes, for people who care too little and I cry buckets if I please.
I am not always...moody, crying or bitching. I am quite a cheerful and a positive person.
I make with my hands... paper planes, boats, my bed, my hair, my destiny. I also make people relax as I give good massage with my hands. (Learnt from friends in hostel). I am sure I can make love too.
I write... here to fume, frown, for fun and frolic.
I confuse...myself over silly things and confuse others with my confusion.
I need ... to be needed, to be treasured, to be wanted and of course good sleep.
And finally... (will link up the URLs later)
vanguard leading a new life
Let us make some more noise.