Monday, March 27, 2006

circus life

“Circus life
Under the big top world
We all need the clowns
To make us smile
Through space and time
Always another show
Wondering where I am
Lost without you” ~ Journey

I am on the look out again, for what I’ll let you know.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

My favourite food


Truth is powerful, and it is not always that we do not believe what we eagerly wish.
I believe you.
I loved you with the fervour and gust only known to true love, and which mere liking or infatuation could never rise to.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

To desire

Tranquil, I stand here and gaze at the night sky
What a thrilling sight it is, to see you stars
pulsating through the night
with your radiance
You take my sight
on a course
of its own
and make
each twinkle,
a gazing trap
Vast in your splendor,
you belittle me with the limitlessness
Petite I stand, but ask you this, just once
O beautiful ones, do you know how it is to desire?

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Ankita again

The other day, I heard dad bought some gas balloons for Ankita (my niece). She couldn’t hold them for long and let them off. She eyed them piquing her childish curiosity till they vanished from her sight and went to her mom with utmost glee saying that she has sent them to me and asked her to call me up to find out if they have reached Bangore (She cannot pronounce Bangalore yet) and if I have received those balloons :-)

She is turning 3 very soon.

She is toilet trained but it seems, she peed on the bed one day and woke up to a pool around her. She smiled suddenly realizing what has happened and then started kissing my sis all over saying, ”Aunty, I love you very much.”

Heard she has started attending school (baby class) and loves wearing the uniform so much that they have to coax her to remove her small bag or the uniform. Sis-in-law is the disciplinarian so, she goes to my mom for all her antics. She made my mom sit and say umm umm after every line that she utters. Mom thought it was over after she uttered umm umm to every line of Ding Dong Bell and was about to leave the room when Ankita asked her to change roles. Mom had to sing Ding Dong Bell and she sat on the bed, legs crossed and said umm umm.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Friday, March 10, 2006



The real ones are behind a pair of glasses and prettier and I’ll lie if I want because this is my blog.

Also learnt from her that the Pakistan Government has banned all blogspot URLs. She is a fantastic blogger.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Self appraisal day

An English professor wrote the words:

"A woman without her man is nothing" on the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly.

All of the males in the class wrote: "A woman, without her man, is nothing."
All the females in the class wrote: "A woman: without her, man is nothing."

Well, it’s self appraisal day for me.

This post is for the men in my life who made me feel different and so special. For my dad, who never let any of my brothers raise a hand when I was at fault and for melting at a tear drop from me, for my brothers for being so protective about me and for being my chauffeur around town even giving up fun with their friends, for my male colleagues who have respected my presence in the corporate world, for the guys who wooed me with flowers, chocolates, coffees or wonderful emails and made me pick and choose among them, for the guys whom I have tried to impress and for whom I wanted to be the best person on earth, for those gentlemen who have opened doors for me, carried books and shopping bags, for letting me pass before them in a lift, for all my male friends, the knights in blue jeans and Tshirts, who dropped me back so that I could be successful in my mission, ”Escape from the warden” and reach my hostel on time even when they had errands to meet and for having listened to my gyan on women and dating, for my first love, for the guy who loved me but didn’t know what to do about it, for teaching me to give, for teaching me to cry, for teaching me to carry on.

For those who tried to misbehave or misbehaved, because of whom I have learnt to spew out expletives or even raise a hand. For one person who misbehaved, I have met many more who are ready to fight for me and this is also for the man who would be my partner for life someday as I am looking forward to it.

Each of you, make me feel glad that I was born a weaker sex or the fairer one. Each of you has made me realize that I don’t need muscles. Each of you has helped me realize my strengths and potentials.

To all the women and all the men who shares this spirit, Happy Women’s Day!!!

“Whatever you want
Whatever you need
Anything you want done baby
I’ll do it naturally
Cause I’m every woman
It’s all in me
It’s all in me

I can read your thoughts right now
Every one from a to z
I can cast a spell
Of secrets you can tell
Mix a special brew
Put fire inside of you
Anytime you feel danger or fear
Instantly I will appear, cause
I’m every woman
It’s all in me

Oh, I consent your needs
Like rain on to the seeds
I can make a rhyme
Of confusion in your mind
And when it comes down to some good old fashioned love
I got it
I got it, got, got it, baby, baby, baby

I ain’t braggin
Cause I’m the one
Just ask me
Ooh, and it shall be done
And don’t bother
To compareI got it
I’m every woman “
~ Whitney Houston

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

While I was away

My back is aching. I tried to stoop low doing something which I shouldn’t have done. But good sense prevailed. Anyway, I have removed (It is still in the draft) a post as I feel it defeats my purpose of blogging.

Marked some IDs as spam. Thanks to all of you who left your comments and messages. Liked this line “One of the greatest source of energy is having pride in what you are doing”. Thank you John!!

I am not going to give in and I am not going to give up. Not so soon and not so easily and not at all for some nincompoops. (I am going to be that itch, which you cannot scratch. Ha Ha Ha devilish laughter)

While I took a short break, I read more, watched a lot of movies, roomie changed profession (another post) and I bought a new cell phone from Motorola. I had been using a PDA of a friend quite shamelessly with a touch screen and all the bleh bleh blah blah features and really struggled to sms with the new cell. It is mine, therefore, it is cute even if I couldn’t figure out the space button.

J’s birthday came and went again. She was crazy about the moon and always pointed it out to me. I often ran away saying, “you and your moon.” On her birthday, it drizzled slightly in the evening. I stood on the terrace and reminisced the days gone by searching for the moon who refused to show itself. I often witnessed her talk morning, noon and night to M over the phone and learnt that the successful way to hook a man is to talk, to talk some more and in fact, NEVER to STOP TALKING. See, she is married to him now.

Her brother has shifted and another family has moved in, bearing no semblance to them.

I was hit by a bike while crossing the road. Couldn’t get up immediately. Sat on the footpath for sometime. Later I crossed the road slowly and the tears started rolling down my cheeks as I waited for the office cab. It was embarrassing to cry in front of colleagues but what can you do when you don’t bleed (thankfully) but the left side of your body, the ankles, the knees ached so badly, and the skin went blue with rashes and your ass, should I say the precious rear end? Yes, the left one again felt as though it has grown bigger by two inches? I could even feel my heart pounding there.

The moral of the story: “Look towards your left and then to the right and again to the left before crossing the road and not after starting to cross if you want your heart to pound where it is supposed to be pounding”

Monday, March 06, 2006

To you, for hacking my password in love

Now, I stand before you naked, bereft of all modesty. I have no where to hide now. Nothing to mask myself with. Hope you have enjoyed stripping me. You know my weaknesses now. Can you take the truth, now that you have unraveled the mystery, your crusade to unmask me?

Genuflection is what you wanted? I am down on my knees and lick what you hurled at your mercy. Yes, it is still my source of sustenance, my hacked, used and abused password. Did you enjoy the conquest? I know you cannot accept me weak and vulnerable. Worst still, can you live with the knowledge that the game is over?