Him!

Note: 1. This is not a poem, just mushy crap :P
2. Soniya says, "You cant keep such stuff in your stomach for long" and she is right! :D
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His smile can bring the dead to life,
His eyes can itself make for a poem,
His humour has to lift up your spirits,
His talk can be like a gentle zephyr!

Some say "You're in love",
Some say "You're mad",
Who cares about what it is?!
when it feels so good!
feels so good to be sitting alongside him,
feels so good dreaming incessantly about him.

Call me mad,
call me obssessed,
call me what you like,
but what I like will not change,
why I like wont change.

So stop calling me names
and pray!
pray that I get him,
pray that he gets me,
and pray that we become 'us'! :)

Everyone says, "I m fine"

Rajiv was like any other guy of his age. Since his college days he dreamt about working with a MNC, having a decent pay packet and saturday nights in a hip pub with his best chums. Ofcourse, he worked with an MNC, took a decent pay packet home at the start of every month but happiness was a distant dream. It was all fine till his girlfriend of 3 years dumped him a month back and at work place a senior claimed his project as his own, got promoted and became the cynosure of all eyes for being the 'mastermind' behind the project.
Rajiv was always an atheist and the present circumstances deepened his disbelief in the superpower. He had been in several relationships before and once they ended he moved on like it was last night's dream. The present situation was however different. There was not a second he wouldnt think about her.Early in the morning only one name revolved in his mind and he often analyzed what went wrong. Was it all his fault? Did he by any chance hurt her, unknowingly? If there was something she wasnt happy about, they could have talked it out! Why did she have to severe all ties in a 3 minute phone call? All these thoughts jammed his brain, they haunted him. He had been through so much pain in the past month that he almost forgot its sensation.He felt a deep void, like a hollow inside his body. He hated this feeling but there was nothing much he could do about it. It was like walking on a circular path, the farther he went, the closer he came to the starting point.
He was surprised by his own behaviour. Since college days he was always known as the happy go lucky guy amongst his friends. He never bothered himself with emotional turbulences nor was there any reason to cause that botheration.
As he walked through the lane leading to his office a zephyr gently stroked his face. He realised he couldnt remember the last time he sat on the terrace top of his house and enjoyed the sunset. It was amazing how his brain controlled the course of his life.
Entering into his office building he avoided looking into people in their eye. He almost reached his cubicle when a voice spoke from behind, "Hey Rajiv! How are ya doing man?" said the cheerful voice. Rajiv managed to give a genuine looking smile and responded "I m doing fine.Thanks".
Indeed, there were just a few who knew what amount of pain was hidden behind that smile.

Ache-ne

"Why are you getting so many pimples?" said Mom after closely examining my face by turning it from one side to another. I hate such rhetorical questions more than the pimples, if you ask me.How am I supposed to know "why??" Do you think I silently pray every night "Please god bless me with some pimples.I m bored of my flawless skin" .Sigh.

But despite all these argumentative thoughts I managed to give an explanation."Mom, acne is caused by hormonal imbalance or stress. I m not the only one affected by it. So stop freaking out!" I said, but her look told me she wasnt interested in the biological background.Infact, it was all bullcrap to her." Hormones or whatever, it doesnt mean you'll do nothing for it" she added with an authoritative tone. The tone which comes very easily to mommies.

And from here begins the vicious cycle. Suddenly all the neighbourhood aunties, beauty parlour aunties, your mother's friends and even stranger aunties will start treating you like a tsunami victim, offering endless, self-declared fool proof remedies."Mix neem leaves and sandal. Excellent for pimples!!" I still remember how my eyes burnt when this remedy was forced on me."Why dont you try that soap? My daughter used it and look at her now!" said one aunty beaming as I aarrgghh-ed from behind."My ass.My pain" I thought but I kept these words to myself. There was one thing I couldnt deny.I was the guinea pig!

After trying countless dadi-maa-ke-nuskhe mom didnt give up nor did I in convincing her to stop experimenting on me but somewhere somehow her determination rubbed off on me. Every pimple cream ad filled me with hope."May be this would do the trick" I thought. My lethargy however held me.

Apart from the attention(which you will definitely not like) the tiny trouble makers also bring humiliation. Its almost like they become your identifiers. People will start knowing you as "Oh! that girl with pimples?!" or "That bad case of acne" or "That pimple ki dukaan?!". This humiliation also gives birth to envy. Not only others, your own snaps with a blemish free,radiant skin and the typical jaw-forced photu smile churn your heart and songs like "If only I could turn back time" start playing in your head. Sigh

On a more positive note, I sometimes think pimples lend an unexplained sexiness to the face. Call it an affirmation :D!

But I strongly feel the world could do without

1.Terrorists

2.Hypocrites and

3.Pimples

Life at 20

I had numerous expectations about turning 20.I assumed it would bring new found liberties, but Alas! It remained an assumption.But these extravagant expectations led to the conception of a ‘tiny’ wish list which includes:

1. Getting a permanent tattoo.
2. Making a trip to Goa with my best friends.( à la Dil chahta hai and Rock on)
3. Spending a few days on a serene Island, alone.
4. To be able to converse in French fluently and visit France one day.

Yes, all of them are distant dreams but I don’t think there’s any harm in dreaming big.

But life hasn’t changed one bit after turning twenty. Early mornings are still filled with Mom’s perennial grievances (“She doesn’t study”,”she doesn’t go to gym regularly”,”She doesn’t understand the value of money” etc) and in college, exams still come to haunt us as often as possible. On the top of that there’s a new(and very dreadful) word which comes into existence once you turn twenty, Marriage. “We’ll marry you off if you don’t mend your ways” which sounds like “So ja nahi toh Gabbar aa jayega” to me. I mean for god’s sake, I am a college going kid!

Spotlight on Love life:
I had to think twice before including this section considering the sad state of 'affairs' but I did it coz the word 'love life' sounds really nice to me :P
So if you still couldnt figure out from the first two lines, I m single. Sometimes a little desperate to replace that status with a “committed” or a “In relationship with” but sadly, all the men I know are either just/good/close/very close/best/brotherly friends or cousins, so the question of any other possibility with the above mentioned categories doesn’t arise and thus, most of my wildest fantasies revolve around killer desserts and junk food! :P

Spotlight on Fitness:
I worked my ass off for almost a year in the gym. Yes, I lost weight in the first six months and hogged for the next six months, so the net weight loss=0.
Mum has lost hopes that I’ll lose weight in this lifetime but I haven’t.
After all what’s life without hope eh?! :P

But inspite of having so many things to complain about , I m living life queen size (quite literally). I love myself, my friends, my family and pretty much everything associated to me. Life at twenty aint that bad :D

PS: Oops! Did I just reveal my age?! :P

My true destiny

I know not the start,
Nor the end is known to me.
Yet I know wherever I m going,
There lies my true destiny.

The battle has just begun,
Between the good and the evil,
It is me, who suffers,
But the conflict continues still.
The outcome is not known to me,
Yet I know wherever I m going,
There lies my true destiny.

I know not the risks that await me,
Delving into the unknown,
Plunging into the mysterious,
But something keeps me from stopping,
From looking back and regretting,
The struggle continues still,
Till when, is not known to me,
Yet I know wherever I m going,
There lies my true destiny.

They say there’s light at the end of every tunnel,
But my journey seems like eternity,
What’s, how’s and why’s try to overpower me,
But hope is still alive,
Till when, is not known to me,
Yet I know wherever I m going,
There lies my true destiny.

I walked, I walked,
Sometimes tumbled, yet I fought,
And now I m here,
The place where I always wanted to be,
I knew not the start, but now the end is known to me,
Yes, I reached my true destiny,
Yes, I found my true destiny.

I like......

I LIKE :

-When dad says,"Wake up goddy bolly,Its time to go to gym."

-When mum says,"Beta ,there’s a jug of nimbu pani in the fridge" when I come back from college, sun bathed.

-When Kolpona Kaki sends special desserts for me and doesn’t add raisins coz I hate them.

-When Guruji says,"Shabash"

-Vishnu mam’s smile,attitude and her quirky sense of style

-Tina mam. Infact I love her.

-When Aunt calls me by weird nick names (Ganta,Bante,... :D)

-When I go all ‘aww’ watching mushy movies.

-The glow on someone’s face when I compliment them.

-My testimonials in Orkut

-Cartman and his dance in "Kyle's mom....."

-Watching sunset from the top most point of my terrace.

-Making funny faces

-Looking into the mirror and complimenting myself.

-when I win some competition.

-When I sweat it out in the gym.

-Getting and giving bear hugs.

-When riyaaz takes me to another world.

- When my friends call me ‘Trish’

-When Apurva says,"You make life so much easier".

-When my friends laugh at my poor jokes.

- When me and Manasa laugh till we are choking.

-Push's random texts at random times :D

-When Dinesh copy pastes parts of my posts and compliments.

-The myriad coincidences with Dinesh. They never fail to amaze moi!

-When Ram comes up with the weirdest greetings and never fails to make me laugh.

-When Anand says,"We are such shameless hoggers" and gives a hi5.

- When Apurva calls me Moti (She ALWAYS does!) :D

-Nair's uncanny ability of making weird faces and noises.

I LOVED :

-Shahid Kapoor’s bespectacled-suave-business-tycoon look in Jab we met.
-The 6 Aamir Khans in the song ‘Behka’ from Ghajini. *drools*
-Hrithik’s sword practice in 'Jodha Akbar'
- John Abraham in White Tuxedoes(Taxi No.9211)
-John Abraham in Dostana.

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PS: The "I like" idea aint very original. Saw it in the 'notes' of a friend on facebook and got 'inspired'. Thanks to Kanchan for the idea. I like it! :)

Fashion victim?!

Till I finished my high school I was always this oily-hair-tied-back female. Add to that plump and geeky looking (emphasis on looking). I hardly cared about how I looked let alone grooming. All I remember having done was buying this pair of preity-in-kal-ho-na-ho-glasses and I got mixed reviews for it. Some said they were hideous, some said cute, there was this friend who said ,”From one angle they look nice, from other they don’t”. Well, I was almost on the verge of getting spondilitis due to my continuous trials to find the right ‘angle’.
And then St.Francis College happened! One of my tenth standard teachers told me,”You are joining Francis, be careful it’s a very ‘fast’ college”.
Although her ‘fast’ sounded very sarcastic and a pre-conceived view of my college, I discovered the ‘pace’ within weeks of joining and frankly I loved it :P
I love classifications :D , so here it is, again!
There are many categories of girls in my college :
The hotties : The ones who look hot in anything and everything and always!
The haute bitches : They are stylish and the touch-me-not bitches(plus the fake accent).
The wannabes : The ones who try all possible ways to look hot and definitely do not succeed.
The nerds : The bespectacled , salwar-kameez clad ones who think any violation of the dress code is a direct ticket to hell.

I don’t know where I can probably fit in. :P

Another popular notion is that the B.A and the B.Com chicks are mostly the stylish ones and B.Sc. students are famous for being the lab-coat-clad, always-in-lab handling chemicals and having 100% attendance.
So not true!!!

Well, some weird experiences I had in the process of metamorphosing into a somewhat well dressed female.

I started experimenting with accessories and wore these nice and big chunky bangles thinking they are damn hot and got a passers by’s comment “Kada hai ki kade ka baap hai”. It was annoying and funny at the same time.

Then I got fringes. Dad called it the “doggy cut” and also threatened to cut off my fringes at midnight when I'd be fast asleep. Very scary!
My friends called it the "Chinese cut" and this friend of mine said ,"People look like seahorses with fringes" but I gave a damn!! And I also found great benefits of having fringes:

1) they are hot, of course!
2) They hide the pimples on your forehead
3) You can cover your eyes with them and sleep in the class and the lecturer wont even understand.
4) You can irritate yourself by making them fall on your face and put them away and repeat the process according to your degree of joblessness.

On a serious note,
Femina helped me a lot in learn tid-bits about style but there's a lot of impractical fashion in the magazine. For instance, how many people will wear a Manish Malhotra dress to a casual hang out with friends or wear lemon yellow spaghetti top with blue harem pants and silver ballerinas and not attract ‘attention’?
And when celebrities are asked for style advice they say,"Its all about attitude and being comfortable”. Oh! Yes. I am gonna wear my track pants and rugged tee to a movie, with attitude and I will definitely be comfortable in them. Sigh.
Parting note:
Basically, a lot of hit and trial goes into being well dressed. It requires time, patience and some day dreaming about mixing and matching and in the end I think its all worth it when someone says,"You look prettier than ever"!
Hope I have evolved from being a fashion victim to a wiser fashion victim :D

Lucknow-Delhi trip - Pics

Well, I forgot to post the pictures of the trip.Here they are :

Aunt's uber cute chappals :P

aunt et moi :)

Lucknow- Delhi Trip

Last week I had been to Lucknow and Delhi. It was planned in a couple of hours and probably the quickest planning we've ever done for a trip. There's a certain thrill about sudden plans and I totally experienced that. Had the time of my life.

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Friday, January 9

We reached the Airport at around 12 pm. It was my first visit to Shamshabad Airport and my first reaction was “WOW!!”. I was totally spellbound by the ‘International’ appeal of the airport. It was SO gorgeous. I felt proud to be a Hyderabadi.
Our flight was scheduled for departure at 1:10 pm so it was almost an hour in the lounge. So I bought “The three mistakes of my life” by Chetan Bhagat and it was a great company apart from dad’s frequent one liners and mum’s never ending instructions. We boarded the flight at 1:00 and I took the window seat (call it the typical Indian mentality :D)
We reached Delhi by 3:00 pm. The weather wasn’t as cold as we expected it to be.If not for the absolute hotties, I would have given the airport a 2.5/5. Our connecting flight to Lucknow was at 6:30 pm so we were in some for some more waiting and me, for some more ogling :D

We took our flight for Lucknow a little later than the scheduled time and reached Lucknow at about 8 pm. I felt slightly weird because the previous day I spoke to my Aunt and Uncle on the phone and the next day I was there, seeing them. By the way, my aunt and uncle , apart from being my father’s elder sister and her husband, have also been the best friends of my parents and thus I have always loved them like my own parents.

We were served American chocolates, assorted nuts and cookies(One big advantage of having a cousin who lives abroad :D) almost immediately after we reached their place and I knew my food festival had begun. But my happiness lasted only till I found out there was mutton biryani for dinner. Very difficult to digest if you are a self declared chick-eggitarian like me. But I thought of only one solution – a little bit of deceit and so I passed most of the contents of my plate into mum’s without aunt watching it,ofcourse. :P

Saturday, January 10

Uncle treated us with his special Mexican omelette topped with sausages, onions, capsicum and tomatoes for breakfast. Yes ,my food festival had finally begun.
We decided to spend the evening in the Army club playing tambola and having chocobar . Yes, its great fun biting an icecream when the temperature is 10 degree Celsius and there’s no fear of the icecream melting to become only the cream.

There were some really weird prefixes given to numbers when we played tambola and I couldn’t figure out whether they were put for the sake of rhyming or something else. Here are some I thought I must share :


-Watch your son, If you have one – 21 (:D)

-Naughty eight – 38

-Sexy Punjabi- 65 (???)

-Fox in a fix – 46

And this one’s the best,
-Sexy danda – 61 (:P)

Sunday, January 11

Aunt was planning for a firangi style dinner and she chose me to assist her in the above mentioned mission. She woke me up really early (8:30 am :P) and we began to make the chocolate cake.
We soaked in the sun for an hour and that really gave me the i-m-on-a-holiday feeling. I must mention that their place has this very “farm-housy” feeling. The garden, the huge lobby, the hall, everything had a therapeutic effect on me. My best time pass was to rest on the ass-will-sink sofas and munch assorted nuts.
For dinner we had baked vegetables cooked in white sauce with toast and chicken tangdi kebabs for main course and Chocolate cake and milk pudding for dessert. The word elaborate would be an understatement for this meal. At that moment I really felt the need of having a space-extendable stomach :D.

Monday, January 12
We planned to spend the whole day outside. Watching Ghajini and eating Lucknowi chaat topped our agenda. We went to Hazratganj which I was told is famous for its chaat and I was not disappointed one bit. I pampered my taste buds with Dahi puri first and trust me , it was the BEST dahi puri I ever had in my life. The gooey tamarind and date chutney, the thick creamy curd, the filling of the puri. It was just perfect. I hogged on 3 plates of dahi puri and wanted to continue but I realized that that would break all the barricades of etiquette. I also tasted samosa ragda and aloo tikki which were well prepared but I couldn’t appreciate them as much as I had already lost my heart to dahi puri.
We proceeded to a mall where we planned to watch Ghajini. A great movie it was. Aamir has done it again and hats off to him. All of us liked the movie and kept discussing it till we finally hit the sack.

Monday, January 13
We left for Delhi at around midnight and reached the capital early next morning.

Monday, January 14

It was the highest degree of bearable cold and thankfully, it didn’t cross that mark. We reached my Uncle’s (mum’s elder brother) place in fifteen minutes and it was relatively colder inside the house.

I last visited Delhi when I was in 8th standard and so this visit was special. Another reason was my Mum’s birthday.
We stayed in Delhi only for a day so I was really looking forward to shopping in Sarojini Nagar market.
I personally feel Sarojini Nagar market is one of the best places to shop in delhi. I almost went crazy looking at the variety. Clothes, shades, shoes, accessories, bags ,you name it and they have it. I shopped like a maniac and promised myself to go there as often as possible. :D

It was the usual cake cutting and birthday song for mum in the evening and all of us enjoyed a quiet dinner. Mum was happy to spend her birthday with her brother and Grandma.


Finally, we landed in Hyderabad on 15th. All smiles.

The Harry Potter fever

I was always intrigued by the mass hysteria that surrounded Harry Potter books and thus, it always irritated me when some of my friends launched the 'Harry Potter discussions' whenever and wherever possible. It is however now when I have finished reading all the seven books(back to back ,within a month!) that I understand that the books were worth all the frenzy.I experienced the madness myself. I bunked classes to finish the books, read in the bus stops, read even when I didnt manage to get a seat in the bus and sometimes even suppressed my urge to attend the nature's call. :P

The plots, the characters, the writing style and most importantly the magical jargon left me with a feeling of awe. The way each plot is woven and the way it unfolds in the end is INCREDIBLE. There's not a single dull page and it gets SO addictive that after a point the books become a necessary evil :D. Infact the degree of my awe was so high that I had an hour long discussion with Pushyami (Another HP maniac!) about the various characters, lines in the book and parts I loved the most and thankfully, she shared my craze and excitement :)

The deaths of Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore and Fred Weasley were extremely shattering. Infact the grief of Sirius's death was so much that I locked myself in the loo and cried and finally consoled myself by saying that "He is a fictional character after all." The saddest part was that I knew Dumbledore would die in the 6th part but I refused to believe it till I actually read it.I remember, I buried my face in my hands and wailed. I REALLY loved him and I think all HP fans will agree with me. He was a man of substance.The poise, dignity, grace and a magnetic persona with that childish elegance.He was an amazing person.

Parting Note :

Although I enjoyed reading all the books, I have chosen "Harry Potter and the goblet of fire" and "Harry Potter and the deathly hallows" as my favourites and If I go on to list my favourite characters I'll end up discussing each and everyone of them :P

One of my favourite lines by Dumbledore :

"By fearing death we do not fear death, but we fear the unknown."

Hail Harry Potter!

PS: Thankyou DA and Push for lending the books. It was one helluva journey! :)

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!)