Paanch ka do

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)

chandni
acoustic dreamer
aqua
himanshu
hemanshu
anshuman ghosh
vanguard leading a new life
shub
dreamcatcher
Stone
Prerona
Goan Pao
Nautilus
Kishore

Let us make some more noise.