Its all between the ears!

Few days back I read this article which emphasized that "sexiness lies in the mind".A wonderful article it was indeed and it forced me ponder upon a few things.
Personally, I feel its slightly difficult to think sexy when ;
a) your ass sticks out of your body like an overgrowth,
b)your thighs seem to look like they are bitten by a live size mosquito
c) and your paunch could be easily mistaken for -well, you know what I mean, right? :P
Well, It doesnt mean that I doubt the power of the mind and its strong influence on our aura and of those around us. I am staunch believer of the fact that mind has the power to make impossible possible and I have had practical experiences to reinforce that belief, but training the mind is indeed a huge mission.
But still I was simply bowled over by the idea of thinking sexy, and how it could change my life.
I have to admit that I always envy those women who are voluptuous and even a little more than voluptuous at times(cant think of a word) and still have this mesmerising appeal , a high MHT (making-heads-turn) quotient and a X-factor about them which clearly conceals their otherwise much evident "flaws"... I could even call them hot (No, I m absolutely straight!)
I myself have experienced that whenever I think and feel sexy it shows! My skin glows, I "look" slimmer (:P) and sometimes even get some compliments. I may also add that apart from just thinking and feeling sexy there are other requirements like: grooming, a distinct sense of style,a good self-image which make a person attractive(slim or not).
So now I have decided that if thinking sexy could be SO blissful then I will definitely incorporate this policy in my life, atleast till I lose weight :D

Royal challenge presents Shankar Mahadevan, Live in concert

Note: Please excuse me for the poor video quality and the shaking at places,which was caused because my dad was being pushed by some people (hypnotised by shankar's voice) and kindly ignore my senseless dance moves! I have no qualms admitting, I suck at dancing.

I wouldnt think twice before saying that Friday night was one of the BEST nights of my life.Without leaving much scope for you to start imagining things, here's why it was so special..
A)I watched Shankar Mahadevan perform,live in concert!
B)I shook hands with him( and was planning not to wash my hands for a couple of days, untill mom came into the picture :P)
C) I danced with him on the stage, got clicked and got printed(YAY!)

Celebrating 'joblessness'

How many times in your student life do you get to enjoy a month long paradise within the four walls of your house?!(no sarcasm intended!) I think all my francisian friends are enjoying that phase :)
When I gave my last paper to the invigilator, I was gripped by the i-have-conquered-an-empire feeling which died down soon after the I-havent-got-the-results-yet feeling sank in, but that never dampened my spirit to celebrate the end of exams and soon I found myself busy with something or other (refer the previous post).I occassionally hung out with my always-high-spirited DAV gang :), read an incredibly gripping and well written book called Kkrishnaa's Konfessions by Smita Jain, saw this terrible movie called Fashion and came out of the theatre feeling giddy!

.......and just when I thought joblessness was all set to attack me, the nearby VCD/DVD parlour came to the rescue :) I watched Kismet Konnection(whats with the KK c(k)onnection?) and Happy Days till the wee hours of morning. Both movies were the typical timepass movies but I had fun.My own small little theatrical setting- lays,limca, dim lights and me in the centre of the hall with my legs crossed on the glass table(thankgod mom dint see me, there were all chances of me getting murdered for putting my legs on her favourite glass table :D)and the chance to look at the Oh! so cute! Shahid Kapoor who was just a few steps away from the glass table (in the T.V , ofcourse) was just a wonderful feeling.

A life without any brainstorming organic chemistry conversions, "what if you fail?"and "she finished the whole portion, oh mi god! Is she is a magician or what?" thoughts, no "please go and study" nags from Ma, all of it felt like a paradise! and now, thanks to Manasa ,I have some amazing books to keep me occupied till 17th.

I love holidays, like never before :) (I can see that twinge of envy on my- future engineer/doctor/chef- friends' faces! mu ha ha ha)

Artsy movies, my flavour of the season

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long time no C ...
well, lame jokes apart (:P), I have not been entirely jobless this time.I was busy attending post-bijoya(dusshera) parties , then there was Diwali,then some live shows which were struggling hard to be entertaining.... so there I give you some convincingly good excuses for not updating(as if you were desperate.A flying kiss, if you were! :-)) but amidst all those festive activities I managed to watch some great movies, in my sense of 'great'!
After wasting a few hundreds on some very average movies, I was dying to watch some "Oh,fuck!" movie and our very own idiot box satiated that hunger for good cinema (no i m not exaggerating!). I watched Raincoat and Corporate and was equally awed by both the movies.
I have to admit I have a thing for the slightly offbeat cinema and in that case even a hint of artsy will do. I genuinely believe they are 10000 times better than mindless flicks like Bachna Aey haseeno.. I mean whats with this guy (who is projected as a casanova) who dumps two girls before he falls for the third one and when she dumps him , he realises his mistake and gets back to his exes to ask for maafi. I wanted to pull all my hair in frustration! but I sat through the movie ONLY for Ranbir...Are we some kind of assholes or what?! such utter lack of concept! bah! leave it.. without digressing any further,

RAINCOAT:
Starring : Ajay Devgan, Aishwarya Rai, Anu kapoor
Director: Rituparno Ghosh
I watched this bengali movie directed by Rituparno ,which was a murder mystery and I clearly remember dad and me didnt move from our respective places till the movie was over.Not only because it was a murder mystery, but because of the unique style of narration paired with a mindblowing plot.I was impressed! and going by that first impression I dint think twice to stop at zee premier to watch Raincoat.
A wonderful adaptation of the very famous "The gift of the Magi" by O.Henry. Ritu beautifully told the tale of old lovers each caught in their own cobwebs of emotional turmoils yet faking about their 'lavish' lifestyles. The movie is slow paced but Ajay and Ash just blow your mind with their powerhouse performances. If you have a thing for arty stuff dont miss this one.

CORPORATE :
starring : Bipasha Basu, Rajat Kapoor, Kay kay menon , Raj Babbar
Director: Madhur Bhandarkar
Honestly, I m not a great lover of Madhur Bhandarkar's movies.I had watched bits of Page 3 and chandni bar (well,ahem only bits :P) and the only word i thought of was, sleazy! I dont exactly know what made me watch corporate though...May be sheer curiosity! :P
What a movie, i mean What a movie?!! The storyline, the performances, the characteristic 'reality' element which madhur is famous for, everything rocked. Bipasha was the surprise element. Her devastatingly powerful potrayal of a top honcho of a company, who struggles to find the real meaning of 'ethics' in the business world just makes you forget its the same Bipasha Basu. Not to forget KK menon and others(look above). Overall, a fabulous movie.

Men from Mars, Women from Venus!

When we were dealing with male and female psychology in our psychology class,this was the first thing shown to us and I found it quite amusing.
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Her diary :
He behaved weird today.I think the fact that I spent so much time shopping with my girlfriends didnt go down well with him.I kept him waiting for very long but he didnt say anything when I apologised for being late.He usually doesnt behave this way,he was awfully silent.I dont know what to make out of this,are things not working for us anymore? On the way back home I said,
"I love you" and he just smiled at me.After coming back home,he started watching T.V and didnt look interested in any conversation.I dont know what to do about this, I m really upset.


His Diary :

DAMN! India lost to Bangladesh by just 10 runs.
shit man.

This is called Complexity of women v/s simplicity of men

A rainy day

Was leafing through my diary last night and found this quite postable. It happened almost a month back.....So here it is.....

Note: I dont feel like this now at all (about the gym I mean)

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Was working out without any spirit today.I think I have reached a point of saturation with my much publicised(in the blog,obviously!) weight loss programme and while the you-can-do-it affirmation was doing rounds in my mind, I suddenly realised that it was raining cats and dogs outside... for a second I forgot about cursing my workout and just peeped through the door.... It was a heavy downpour and the next thing in my mind was to get wet in the rain. So, I threw my sneakers into the cover, wore my chappals and left the gym...

I was walking rather slowly just to enjoy the getting-wet process. It all seemed SO filmy *laughs* especially with the street light flickering above me. Totally felt like some Kjo movie but without any "Shahrukh" *smiles*... I didnt feel like going back home... The dark empty lane,the rains,a song on my lips and the I-me-myself feeling. Ah! just perfect!

24th sep, my birthday and much more

Origin of "Birthday" :

It is thought the large-scale celebration of birthdays in Europe began with the non-Christian cult of Mithras, which originated in Persia, and was spread by soldiers throughout the Roman Empire. Such celebrations were uncommon previously so practices from other contexts such as the Saturnalia were adapted for birthdays.
Because many Roman soldiers took to Mithraism, it was distributed widely and its influence was spead throughout the empire until it was supplanted by Christianity.

-courtesy wikipedia
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24th september is 268th day of the year. (yeah! the wait was too long !! :D)

Important events in History on 24th september :

* 24 september,1975

Dougal Haston and Doug Scott become the first Britons to reach the summit of the world's highest mountain.

*24 september,1988

Ben Johnson wins the 100m gold at the Seoul Olympics and reaffirms his position as the world's fastest man.

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I was born on a nice day isnt it? :-)

Some touching wishes and compliments I got :

-"You are getting prettier day by day"(Nikhat,my classmate) *blushes*

-"Many many happy returns of the day ...hope you have a great future." (sms from Sirisha Mam,comp applications lecturer )

-"You look perfect today... the eyes,the bangles, the outfit, everything."(Darshini and Nadiya, Bcom friends) *blushes again*

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The celebration :

Some things I must mention,

-Apurva wished me first ! (love you!!)

-I had a deadly German Black Forest pastry and a tasty chocolate cake facial... :D

-Soniya gifted me a funky bangle!

-Push forgot my present at home (hate her!) :(

-Dinesh sang, live! (after a really long session of pestering,persuasion and tantrums!) :)

PS: This one is for my lovely friends, I LOVE YOU ALL....ummuahhhhhh.. :)

After College:

At home:

AN ODE TO RTC buses.....

well, I always thought journey in RTC buses can make great stories(remember stamps and brakes?).There's drama, emotion,action,sex(read intimacy)... in short it has every element for a perfect masala story. So this post focusses on my experiences in RTC buses and some conclusions drawn out of them.

To begin with,there are different degrees of crowded buses,

primary : when you can stand(and only stand) comfortably and look out of the window and comfortably make out where you are.

secondary: the next stage, the crowd is relatively greater and you can touch your jeans pockets without hitting anybody's face.

tertiary: Oh yes, you will stand somewhere near the driver's seat and you wont get to hold any handles because there are atleast 6 people between you and a handle..

quaternary: first of all, god was feeling really generous and thats why you got into this bus and then leave the rest to him.

You are between atleast five XL asses and they churn you,mix you grind you so on and so forth and there are chances of many kinds of injuries like

* your ribs can get damaged while some fat asses are trying to get down at their stop.

* due to the continuous stamping, your feet may start looking like one of those flat chappals which have the worn out soles in the end .

* while some female is trying to relocate her dupatta, you might get a mighty blow and loose all your teeth.

these are just a FEW possibilities

Note: quaternary degree is worser than molestation.

Now i'll describe the different type of crowds in the buses:

the i-have-a-boyfriend crowd : It consists of girls who are glued to their cell phones whispering sweet nothings into their beau's ears and the volume .... well.... even if you stick their lips to your ears you cannot make out what they are speaking..

the conductor-is-my-jaani-dushman crowd : It consist of those who will definitely have a fight with the conductor.... high volume,high temperature, heated argument,blame game, exchange of.......ok i think you get the picture

the i-have-a-cellphone crowd : these people will play the cheapest songs in the bollywood history so that everyone in bus knows they HAVE a cellphone...and what kind of songs... some timeless classics of himesh reshammiya if they are feeling good and or else they can stoop down to Altaf Raja also..(of Tum Toh Tehre pardesi fame!!

the curious crowd : They want to know everything... "are you sure it will go there?""which route does this bus take?'"do you think the condition of buses will improve?""where are you going?""are you working or are you studying?""will conductor give my chiller?" ..........phew..

so thats about RTC buses...

Yes, It has been a roller coaster ride (literally) in RTC buses... I've had the WORST of experiences, but I know it will always make my college life unforgetable.*laughs*

Bhoomi ...

We had this Bengali Band called BHOOMI performing on 28th August in Kali Bari (A Kali Temple..) as a part of their Deity Installation Day celebrations..

Initially I was slightly apprehensive about going because I have this bengali-songs-have-to-be-boring thing in my head, but ultimately I did go and I must say I really enjoyed myself..

The lead singer (and also the drummer) had a beautiful voice and there was also this other guy with long hair who sang and played I dont know how many instruments. I loved the earthy elements in every song(as the name of the band says) some of the songs really gave me that eastern hill station feeling...,the chorus made it feel like I am listening to a record. The effect was magical....

The first five-six songs were average but in the last few songs the crowd went crazy dancing,clapping,howling(including me) they sang some very famous songs , very pacy and some songs really took out the Bong in me. I felt really close to my culture after a long time...

"Tomar dekha nai re","meneka pore che aaj ghoongta" and some others were SO SO good. Very enthralling performances and overall BHOOMI totally rocked !!!

have a look at the video (its not very clear i know , what more can you expect from a 2 mp phone cam ) and its ok if you dont understand the language :D

Chotu's birthday

Sirisha celebrated her birthday on 16th and 17th .... (i still don understand the logic)...

We gals starved (for a stupid reason..!!!) but it was soooo much fun. Nair, you missed it dude!! and the cake was from VACS( do I need to get more descriptive :D). and I m posting just for the pics.. here it goes..

bday gal and push....(her permed hair was so awesome..)

i look so eeeek....but just for dukhi aatma(manasa) its here!!!

thats almost 100000 calories (a very WIDE guess..) but I gave a damn!! :D

courtesy Anand... *laughs*

surprisingly anand's thumb is up... usually,he always has one favourite finger :D

I wish she could play that.... :D

they say DIET is "die" with a "T"....and they are right...

A person who could have a 2kg chocolate (or any flavour) cake all by herself....
A person who could have 5 people's plates together and then puke and get ready for another meal.....
A person who gave a DAMN about calories ....
A person who could have two packets of hide and seek for supper....

and this person was asked to diet.... No prizes for guessing, this person is I,me,myself...

Its called extravagant expectation..*laughs*
There was a point of time (pretty recently..) when I thought, "why the hell should I deprive myself of good food?","why should I control my lust (for food) just to look like one of those females in leggings and a skin tight top with hay in the head ?"
but when I wore my favourite white shirt after almost two months and it was loose ...the high was different... yes, gymming did something for me...

I understood that losing weight is a serious business, almost like meditation,requires insane discipline, sense of MODERATION, and a lot of will.....

but somehow I love myself more than before and I m very comfortable about how I look and what I am. I do not feel guilty of my very frequent tendencies of gluttony because the more I deprive myself of something the more I over-indulge. So I have decided to make some amendments to my diet and keep calling myself a foodie :-)

The poem was written as a part of an advertisement for Frankfinn Institute , but it just pierced through my heart so I want to share it.

Is it okay for a girl to work towards looking beautiful?

there are girls who are born oh so beautiful I was not

while all the boys chased them I tagged along playing the best friend

and I prayed,"please please please god make me beautiful"

then one day a strange thing happened no one was at home and I was with the mirror

a voice started to speak

"It is not the face you are born with, It is the confidence that you wear on it"

"It is not the eyes your mom gave to you but what you do with them you know,sometimes coy,sometimes flirty"

"It is not how tall you are , but how tall you walk"

with a thudding heart I realised The voice I was hearing was my own

"beauty is not what they think of you but what you think of yourself"

and i said out aloud," yes, I m beautiful"