Saturday, September 27, 2008

Dance Dance

We were declared the runners-up. Considering the way we struggled, I am quite happy. We did not get the 3rd girl and so one of the guys had to back out. Only 4 of us danced finally. One of my colleagues had fever. He popped pills and practised with us. On top of that, every other friend of his were coming and asking him to do a step this way and that. I knew he was giving his best even if the steps were not perfect, so I asked him to do what he is comfortable with. I told that there are less than 10 groups, so we are already in the top 10 and needn't worry. Synchronization was still a problem till our last practice session but we managed to pull it off on the final day.

We called ourselves 'The 2 Left Feet Dancers". It is a different feeling all together to perform on stage- the lights, the stage, the sound system, the costumes, the crowd, the buterflies in the stomach, the works...

The winning group( 6 of them) danced to a medley of songs. They deserved it.

We won a trophy and Shoppers' Stop vouchers. I am buying something for S as he has been cooking continuosly while I came late drousy and ready to doze off any moment.

Monday, September 22, 2008

All about the I

i associate memories with dresses, songs, situations and even ring tones.

i have dreamt about the blogger Pallavi twice. Her face as i see in her pictures is not the same as what I saw in my first dream. She was riding a bike in my first dream. In the second, i dreamt there was a bomb blast close to her house. It happened a few days before the Bangalore bomb blasts. i grew up in a place where there are frequent bomb blasts and hence, the bomb blast dream (is my thinking).

i would like to have a pet dog someday when the living space allows me. i had two pet dogs. One passed away in the year 1999 and the other passed away this year right after i got married. She was 15 years old. She did not recognise any of us and was almost blind but it looked as though she held on until the marriage.

i donate clothes quite often, but i still have too many clothes. (Trying to cut down sincerely.) The former BU where i worked was close to a huge retail outlet, which we nicknamed ‘temple’. We’d say, ‘let’s go to the temple’ and go shopping. Now, i feel i am working in a desert.

i don’t think it is possible to be friends with your ex (es). You can just be cordial.

i can conclude my past relationships as thus: one man i loved, one man i let love, one man i wronged.

i married the man who looked me in the eye and made me see my mistakes but loved me nevertheless.

i have become more religious and spiritual after marriage.

i have another job offer right now, which i have decided not to take up. i have stayed the longest in my current organization and i think i’ll be staying longer.

i thought it would be nice to get drunk and lose control in front of your lover but i don’t think like that any more. In fact, i never drink more than 1 small peg and i drink only when S is around. i count his pegs though.

i have 2 nephews and 2 nieces from my 3 siblings. Ankita is the eldest and I love her to bits.

i can never give up eating fish or eggs. i can give up chicken though i have no immediate plans.

i have not been able to finish Kunal Basu’s ‘The Japanese Wife’. Have been reading it since a long time.

Friday, September 19, 2008

you've got to do what you've got to do

S has plugged his guitar to the amplifier. There is some function in the neighbourhood and they are playing songs since yesterday with mics put up in the four directions. I am trying to blog but also give company to S and sing along with him. He is playing Metallica and I don't have an ear for their music. I can't even pretend.

He is playing Bob Dylan now. I am singing out loud the lines that I know. I can pretend here.

We have a dance competition coming up in the office. I have choreographed for our group. I thought there'd be not many groups participating but came to know there are at least 9 groups. We are at an unsavoury dilemma too. It is in a few days time and we are still looking out for a girl to participate.

All of us had nominated ourselves online and we decided to come together without knowing how the other danced. Two of the guys are just not doing the steps right. There is no synchonization, no rhythm. Looks like they are scratching something in the air or throwing some katchra while shaking the wrong body part. One of them said he has even asked his friend to take the video. I felt like dying. But they are really interested, which is endearing. So I have told them, 'let us all smile and have a good time.'

You've got to do what you've got to do. I started it. So, I have to see through it somehow. The good point is the other girl is damn good looking. She is nicknamed 'bomb' by some male colleagues. We may get some points by virtue of her being an eye candy.

Been coming home late because of the practice. S asked me, 'are you late because of work or the dance?' I say, 'the dance.' I am not sure if he is a little frumpy or just quiet but as I shower and come out, he'd have started cooking as it is too late and I am too tired. With a pang of guilt, I decide to spend good time with him after dinner and catch up with a movie together. Ten minutes into the movie and I am asleep like a log.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Award Giward

Finally, somebody got the point and gave me an award. It is the Brillante Blog award. This is what he said about me:

“From award related strife
To wonderful slices of life
Everything is of consequence
On Arunima’s Silent Eloquence
Thank you very much.

This tag is an attempt to discover and connect to more blogs, and as part of this, i have to write a post and display this award, and finally tag 7 blogs which appeal to me in content or design.

On second thoughts, this award must have been started by an award- starved person like me to infest the blog world with awards.

On third thoughts, why should I pass it on to others? If i can award myself, i can very well break the rules. All of you play award award while i show it off. Somebody has to play spoil sport. Ting tong!
Ye award tujhe dedoon thakur?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

phir dekhiye

"Aankhon Mein Jis Ke Koi To Khwab Hai
Khush Hain Wahin Jo Thoda Betaab Hai
Zindagi Mein Koi Arzoo Kijiye
Phir Dekhiye ……

Hoton Pe Jis Ke Koi To Geet Hai
Woh Haare Bhi To Us Ki Hi Jeet Hai
Dil Mein Jo Geet Hai Gun Guna Lijiye
Phir Dekhiye…….

Yaadon Mein Jis Ke Kisi Ka Naam Hai
Sapno Ke Jaise Us Ki Har Sham Hai
Koi To Ho Jisse Apna Dil Dijiye
Phir Dekhiye….." ~Caralisa Monteiro for Rock On

Just love this song from the movie, Rock On. The vocal, the guitar and the piano are just amazing and it has struck a chord with me. Think I must learn how to put up songs the way Blues does on his page. S has learnt the guitar for this song just so that I could sing. Thank you hubby!

Was part of a fund raising event and witnessed the autistic children of Asha foundation perform on stage. I was so touched. They really made me cry. It seems the prevelance of autism is increasing by the day and moving towards an autistic child for every 150 in this world.
After getting married, the dream of a house has gone big and bigger. In the papers, I seem to see only the ads of apartments. We would be enslaved to EMIs for the next 15 to 20 years, but that hasn't stopped me from dreaming. The house is not going to happen this year. Maybe, next year or the year after that...

I have been getting offers from some really good companies. S is mighty pissed because I negotiate and renegotiate, make them offer what I want and finally reject the offer. Next day, I am back to the telephonic interviews all over again. He complained to his friend A saying he doesn't understand why I am doing this? A replied, "I don't understand it either, but I do the same thing." he he he.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

hostel life and the bra story

There was a girl in the hostel. She was a Dubai returned and wore a lot of gold, which screamed Dubai Dubai. She earned the nick name baby elephant because of her size. Those days, mobile phones were not yet popular. This girl used to kiss her parents on the phone while others waited for their respective calls and smirked at her. She was the only child of her parents and was not comfortable with the idea of sharing anything with her room-mate. Now, this is not allowed in a hostel especially when it comes to food because once you enter a student’s hostel, you start to act as if you have never seen food (other than those served in the hostel) So, this goldie baby elephant as she was known, hid her cookies and ate it under the quilt away from the gaze of her room-mate, but her roomate saw it and spread the news in the hostel. After a week, she started sharing and after a month or so, we came to know her name too.
Suddenly people started losing bras. Initially we laughed at it but it became serious. People actually started losing them, from the strings, from the corridors, especially from the corridors- the strapped ones, the strapless ones, the plain ones, the lacy ones, the padded ones, the reds, black, blue,white,skin and pinks, raising the eyebrows to the collective hairline. Complaining to the warden did not help as the warden scolded those who lost it saying, ‘Please don’t talk nonsense.This is ridiculous’.

But those who lost it were angry and they decided to act. They started recollecting events and zeroed on someone. The suspect changed her room and suddenly, the bras of the new section met with the same fate. One day, someone screamed at the corridor while the suspect was inside her room. ‘Who stole my bra? It was hanging here a while ago. People from that block lost their bras and now people from this block are losing theirs.’ Those who heard giggled in their rooms without saying anything. We went for our dinner to the ground floor and when we came back, lo! the bra was hanging where it was.’ Perhaps the dialog about the two affected blocks worked.

The funniest part was that all of us flocked to see the lost-and-found bra hanging right there as if it was some archeological find of great importance. The owner spoke to her bra,’my naughty bra, where did you go?’ to the laughter of all. After that nobody lost their bras.