Thursday, February 23, 2006


My yahoo and gmail accounts have been hacked. Life cannot get more interesting.

By the way, I am taking a break from blogging for sometime. Hope to come back soon.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Bazooka Power

To some of you it would be like declaring India won the cricket match. What the heck!!! Finally, I watched RDB. Yes, the movie which you guys have watched long long ago like you once watched Sholay. I won’t bore you with another review. The movie did entertain and I did not dig for any message where there was none. See, I saved time.

My washing machine of the brand Arunima was in full swing over the weekend with bazooka power and I washed all my clothes. My biceps and triceps are coming out. I may (wo)manhandle some people who misbehave with me.

Reading The Memoirs of a Geisha. Reached pg no 200 and she hasn’t yet become a Geisha. I told my roomie that I’ll tell her the story and so, on Sunday, asked her to inform me once lunch is cooked and then to inform me once dinner was done. She did and now, she is waiting for the movie to release for her hafta wasooli (somebody translate this).

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

This day

Last year, this day, I just wrote one line, "Too smart to fall in love"
I am still going through my share of make-ups and break-ups but I have learnt one thing through all this and that is, never to stop myself from the pleasure of loving someone.
Days like today, reinforces that thought and I have realised I wouldn't actually mind being the greatest fool for love.

Somebody did ask me, "Don't you like to belong to someone?"
I know I do.

In this spirit, here is a very girlie song from Sixpence None the Richer which I like for the rhythm and the energy.

“Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fire flies dance, silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.

Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.”

J is off to Mauritius to moon some honey and I am planning on rock-climbing.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Rang De Basmati

Went Ding Dong watching King Kong. The chronicles of Narnia took me back to my childhood. I am the youngest among four siblings of 2 boys and 2 girls. Just as it was in the movie, we used to play hide and seek when power went off and I used to hide in wardrobes. Watch it. Now, we are grown up and I guess, boring.

Watched Zinda too and I say in just one line, "Zinda Murdabaad!!" We will definitely win an oscar someday, for 'the best doctored movie'. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery? Not always. It is just what it is, an imitation. Let us do what we are good at doing, run around trees and not try to get serious with stolen concepts.

Some of the scenes were too violent. Apaharan had two very violent scenes though it was a real good movie and Zinda had one. I closed my eyes during these scenes.

Watched "Kalyug" too and I don't know how it is a hit. Ok, when we can put our politicians to power what is a movie? (I am talking like one of those pseudo-intellectuals who act as if the country's progress is on their minds and do nothing but point their fingers at the politicians. It is so easy to ape these people than to be a politician.)

The point is I haven't yet watched RDB, Rang De Basmati or whatever and now; I am going to act as if I am not interested. Like they say, "If you try once and fail, remove all evidences that you tried." So I never tried for the tickets for RDB and I heard it is a bad movie (even though very few people have this opinion) and I am not interested in watching it.

At work, I AM VERY VERY BUSY, pressing f5 to refresh the cricket score and voting, voting for a chair out of 9 chairs on display and voting out a bank for salary accounts. That's where my veto power ends. Work is Worship!!!!

Last but not least, my well tended middle finger (it has even got 2 moles) at the person who has been faking ids and commenting on my blog. Eff Off!!!

Monday, February 06, 2006

You shall be Man and Wife

She was stunning in the white gown and the long trail, almost like an angel. She looked a little nervous, a little shy, a little excited. His presence by her side seemed to calm her down. The vow for better or for worse but the knowledge that it would be 'for the better' with him.

The quality that he liked most in her-maturity
The qualities that she liked most in him-caring and family oriented.

I had tears in my eyes as the MC announced this on behalf of the bride and the groom, and how they met as I had witnessed every step from day one. May they always remember what they first liked about each other!

J’s happily-ever-after has started. Wish her lots of love, happiness and may she also be blessed by Victoria’s secret! Amen.

M fell for her at first sight. He also dances well. Lucky bum!! The main highlight of the evening and the best one at that was when the couple danced in the centre of the circle formed by us. As the music ended, the groom lifted her in his arms and claimed her lips. I clapped and hooted to their first, I mean the first post-marital kiss :-) Ding Dong!! Are Baba Sing a song. Aaj ke Shaam, pyar ke naam !!

J looked as though she was humming a song in her heart,”My hubby strongest!!” for lifting her up so easily.

I danced like a true-blue Sai Baba devotee. Why Sai Baba? Because of my hair. My sister worships Him and with my hair all curly, I feel it is Prabhu’s calling. I may even join my sis for a Darshan at Puttaparthi, with due respect to all the religious phantoms, fanatics, Gods, God-like man or man-like Gods.

I haven’t attended many Christian weddings and I enjoyed it thoroughly. The blend between the Indian and the western culture made it more beautiful. J explained that the Konkani speaking Christians practice the tradition of tying the Mangalsutra along with the exchange of rings and vows. So, J too changed into a red saree in the later part of the evening, symbolizing the Indian bride.

The Manipuri wedding is totally different from other Indian weddings and is very beautiful. (Like a Bengali wedding is to a Bengali) I will share it with you all elaborately, each ritual, each step and their significance when I tie the knot. You just need to do a small thing and that is read my blog. Cheap publicity, so be it.

As the evening progressed and the music changed, I saw her dad cry. I joined him.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me to know what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream your hearts longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk being a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or if you have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own; without moving to hide it or jade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;
if you dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic, or to remember the limitation of being human.

It doesn't interest me to know if the story you're telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from Gods presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver moon, "YES!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me to know who you are, how you came here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

-- Oriah Mountain Dreamer