My New Camera

Yes I got a new camera (though its been almost 3 months, its still new to me!) and today I will share some of my favourite clicks of it.....

Archie's Gang: I got this comic book from the comic con I attended and fiddled around with the selective colour filter on my camera to click this awesome one! I plan to make this one into a small hang me up for my desk!

Me and My Chhota Shaitaan: We were at a family function (Diwali time and all) when my brother clicked this one of me and my younger niece

Me and My Bada Bachcha: A rare good picture of me and my elder niece (where both of us are smiling, looking at the camera, not sneezing, not making faces etc etc) .

The perfect Saturday morning: Good food, good tea and a good book! Sigh!



Travel Itch

I have a travel itch. A longing that occupies my mind day and night. My heart takes me to Calcutta, my feet take me to Delhi, my wishes take me to Bangalore and my prayers (at least!) to Goa.

I want to experience new sights, new sounds, new cultures, new food. I love Mumbai and I love my home, but I want to deepen this love by missing it once in a while too! ;-)

What ish!!

"What ish?" is my most favourite phrase off late!

My 3 year old niece is in this very cute “What is?” phase and very enthusiastic about it of course. What she does is every time she is at a new place, she goes ahead and explores things there and screams “What is?” for every new thing.


For example, we were at a school for a weekend program and there was this display board where students’ drawings were displayed. She pulled me to that board because she was enthused by the colours and the simplicity of the drawings, made me lift her into my arms and pointed at everything one by one and asked “What is?”

And when I told her, she had to repeat it in that oh-so-cute voice that has not lost its baby lisp. So “butterfly” becomes “butterthy”, flower pot becomes “thower pot”, boat becomes “boath” and so on. More than anything else, it’s the sheer enthusiasm to learn something new!

Every time she showed that repeated something in this voice, I just felt like hugging and kissing her (and of course I gave into the impulse about 99% of the times).

Fear

Fear! Mind boggling.....heart stopping....breath hitching....all consuming fear....fear that makes you want to cry.....gnash you teeth...rip your heart out....anything that will stop it.....fear that has no faith behind it to control it...watch over it.....fear.....that fears nothing...such fear...such weakness....

Fear..such fear...on a day when you should be rejoicing...when everyone around you expects it to be the happiest day of your life....where everyone around you is celebrating and expects you to be at the fore and do so too.....such fear and you are dancing and smiling when all you want to do is cry....cry till it pours out of you...but can't. Fear where you have no one else to listen to you....when you are afraid to be judged....and mistaken and so you have to hide it..... fear...and no faith....

All in a Day's Work: Lost in Translation

So I am working on a project on employee benefits in a certain country....in South East Asia and I am trying to translate the content on one of the websites to understand the health cover offered by the Statutory benefits.

Now I come across the maternity benefits offered and the literal translation of one of the lines is labour action.....I stare at that for 5 minutes and then I realise its actually delivery!

Blame me if you can for laughing because ironically thats a better translation than the word deliver....yeah it can get pretty violent! :-)

2 A.M. Flash!

You know how in life there are some things you are absolutely sure you should do, and there are some things you are absolutely sure you shouldn't do.

Then there are some, which you can't be sure whether to indulge in them or not. Though they add some stress to life, the day you stop having those things in life that fall in this category, is the day your life probably ends as there is no edge, no mystery, no uncertainty that adds the spice to living!

So keep stumbling along, all your decisions are half chances anyways. So are everyone else's!

Delhi Diaries 3: Of Old Friendships

This post has been ebbing and wanting to see the day light (or more like my desktop) for long. But ah time! Wish there were 48 hours in a day....but I digress. So the third post on my experiences in Delhi is to a lovely one hour that I was able to steal with a really lovely friend of mine, who was kind enough to travel an hour and a half one way, to come meet me because I was a stranger to the city.

I clearly remember the last day of college, almost three years back, when we had gone to collect our marksheets, photos, certificates and other paraphelenia which were to become the longest lasting bonds probably with Xavier's (ahhhh Xavier's). That was the last time I had seen Radhika, someone I had shared some classes, some common thoughts and a lot of great memories with. We've been in touch with each other over the past three years via email and occassionally over the phone, but being in different cities, it had been quite some time that we had actually seen each other.

Meeting Radhika was like being engulfed into a warm memory like the one that comes you on a rainy day when you are curled under your blanket and can smell the wet mud. It helped me go back to a time, a phase of my life that I really cherish and in a way miss like hell. There were memories and there was catching up, but most of all there was the comfort of a friendship and common "heritage"...a fresh breath of air.

Thanks Radhika for that wonderful hour, I really really appreciate your gesture!

Delhi Diaries: The Story of My Induction

 DAY ONE:

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 DAY TWO:

 DAY 3 ONWARDS: TILL DAY 7

Survived through most of this due to great company!!

Delhi Diary: Day One

Its one country, but two different worlds in two different cities. Delhi and Mumbai are starkly different, and these differences start to emerge even from the air, before you've landed. But I digress..... I should talk of my experience from morning to evening, and not at some random point.

Let me first talk about my first ever experience of air travel. Planes are beautiful! The speed they catch when they're taking off, the way it just throws you back on your seat! Wow! And how surreal is it when clouds are below you and..its like some weirdly animated fantasy scene from a hindi movie come alive! I want to now learn how to fly one. And I learnt today I am not a nervous flier! I am soooo proud of me! Yay! And I must give a mention to Indigo for the beauty of their service....its a no frills airline totally, but in my books, it totally rocked where it should've...the timeliness....it managed to reach Delhi aiport just a little before schedule though it had left Mumbai airport later than scheduled. Good job guys!

Oh and when I saw the ground crew and pilots roaming about at the airport in general, I found the answer to a long time grumble me and my friends have always had: "Where are all the cute men in India???!!!" And my greatest luck? My neighbouring seat co-passenger was a pilot! What a great first flight ever to have! With a knowledgeable person telling me all about it! :-) :-) And another thing I realised is that running an aeroplane takes a lot of team work, and what better than to have a great team backing you up? There was something about the way in which the ground crew said goodbye to the pilot with a thumbs up that we have you covered and a have a safe trip wave! It was touching...

Then Delhi...first impression? Wallop of hot dry air @ 45 degrees Celsius!! I tried not to make any impressions based on what I've heard...good or bad about Delhi...and was I right! Touchwood, no men stared at me like I'd heard they would. Or grab their crotches on seeing me, for that matter (a blog I had recently read forwarded to me by a Delhite friend. However there were a few things drastically different than Mumbai: Chillar, Chutta (a term for monetary change) is khulla here. People are not as helpful, or glad to help as they are in Mumbai. Cabbies are not helpful here either as they are in Mumbai....funnily enough, they hadn't even heard of my hotel (and I thought Courtyard Marriott with the Mariott name would be famous enough!). And there were no warm smiles, no may I help you.....no happy to show you in the right direction...people just stare at you like you're an alien even if you say a warm thank you. Phew! I prefer Mumbai people!

Coming to Courtyard Marriott: my first experience of a five star hotel. Wo-ow! I can't believe people actually live like this. And get to travel around like this. Professional staff, luxurious rooms and beds, interesting bath, great food. And great service. I am happy I am getting to experience all this. I mean wo-ow! Its like a chapter from a dream diary come true today for me! :-) :-)

Thats all for my first day. Keep tuned for further updates of me enjoying the capital!!! :-)

I Am A Girl!

I am a girl!

I don't need reasons to be complicated!

I am my dad's princess

I can spend hours in the bathroom with no one to judge

I always smell good

I always look good too.

I am multi talented

Chocolate is my birthright.

I can hug my best friends in public without people questioning...umm... things or tendencies!

I don't need reasons to dress up....I do just because I can!

I am a girl! And enjoying it...

I. Just. Want.To

I. Just. Want. To. Snuggle. Under. My. Blanket. And. Not. Come. Out. For. An. Entire. Day.

Indian Truck and Their Drivers

Truck drivers in India have a very very special relationship with their trucks, and why shouldn't they? They spend more hours with their trucks than any other living soul! Here's a collection of tributes truck drivers to their truck:

"Main gaddi nahi rani hun, driver mera aashiq hai, main driver ki deewani hun" (seen by yours truly early today morning, leading to this post)

Roughly translated: I am not a vehicle, I am a queen. My driver is my lover, I'm crazy about him.'

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"Nazar lavaga, jutti khavega"

Roughly translated: If you look at my truck with bad intents, I will hit you with my shoes!

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"Jatt di Mercedez"

Roughly translated: Mercedes of the Jatt (referring to the Sikhs who generally drive the trucks).

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"Jaan tu pyaari, Jatt di laari"

Roughly translated: You are my love, my lorry.

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They really do love them, don't they?!

My First Experience of Mumbai Local First Class Compartment

Unnatural silence...it is the first thing that strikes you when you enter the first class after 7 years of travelling by the second class....no rush to get a seat, no one squashing you for a fourth seat, no one  screaming at one another. "Can you move please?" "Ma'am would you be getting off at Kurla?" 

Arrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh........so unnatural to us Indians...such politeness!

The only thing which made me thank buying a first class pass was the fact that I got  a seat on my way back hom after a long tiring day, despite it being rush hours....

Regret

Regret does not always come from what has been said or done....

sometimes one regrets more those unsaid words and undone actions...

Fly Away Butterfly?

A butterfly stifled in its cocoon, struggling to get free and fly away.

The butterfly finds the struggle too hard to bear and starts 'losing it'.

So the butterfly gives up, compromises and is fine with being just a moth in the cocoon for the rest of its life.

Is it really fair to the cocoon??

Unprofessionalism!

Ok I know that is not a word! But then again, I am allowed some poetic license to vent my frustrations!!! SO I go to town (that is South Bombay, for the uninitiated) for a project interview with a lets just say a financial services firm and the woman who was supposed to conduct my interview completely forgot that she had a holiday today! I mean how about just turning the pages of that appointment book woman and seeing the pages and you know kind of figuring out whether you have any other appointments for the day and if not why?!

Or actually buying yourself an appointment book in the first place?

And on top of that when I called her, she unabashedly said she was in bed today and not even a sorry! I spent an hour and a half travelling, and she knew where I would be travelling from, but not even a sorry! And then when I ask her when would she meet me next, "Oh I will call!"

So I am now going to tell her, "No thank you for the project, I have others coming up!" Aah feels so good to be able to say that!

Education System: Learning or Rote Learning?

My friend has just started blogging and one of his latest posts is about what is visibly an important topic to him: Independent Learning.

To me it brings a lot of unexpressed thoughts to the fore: The education system and its obvious lacks!

The education system in India primarily focuses on rote learning and doesn't teach children how to learn! Whats the outcome? Lack of motivation in students and high dropout rates. For those of us who were lucky to be in good schools and receive the best of education, it might not be apparent, but you know, we are a minority, those of us lucky enough to get quality education.

A obvious cause underlying this problem is lack of well educated motivated teachers. If you've had even one teacher like some transformational ones I've had, you'll know hte impact a great teacher can have on the lives of students (Ok! Now I am really really thankful to Allis miss, Lily miss, Tauro miss, Lathika Nair miss, Ruby Ma'am, Shefali ma'am, Asha ma'am, Sawant miss....wow! I have been really lucky man!).

You can't really blame these teachers also. Part of the fault lies in the system: see what they pay teachers? What are their chances of advancements? And what kind of training do they provide to teacher to update their knowledge or skills? And their workload in terms of class size and exam?? My mom has been a teacher for 17 years now and this is from first hand experience! No wonder the government is losing its teaching talent to the private sector like tuition and coaching classes; where teachers do feel valued. In India, getting into a teaching profession at primary and secondary school level is considered a really bad career choice.

Of course there are improvements like Teach India and Teach for India or making primary education a right; but we need to think of strategies to sustain these on a long term basis.

So hoping for more awareness leading to a better educational future for the next generation! 

Breathed Deep

One long deep breath..............innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.............and outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt............

Cleansing and relaxing.....or at least being what I need!

Perfect Moments

I was at a friend's place and just seeing his wedding album, and laughing at all the funny stories behind the pictures....however it seemed my friend's bride was not too comfortable with the funny stories and was focusing on the perfection of the pictures, which actually is like a national obssession: the silk saree will give a  sheen in the pictures and look better, close your mouth while smiling for a picture..your teeth don't look good in pictures, dad stand with a perfect smile (I'm sure someone must be measuring the inches)....

That got me thinking....

What are these "picture perfect" moments? Why is it so important for pictures to always be perfect? We are human after all...aren't we? I'd rather capture the normal moments, human ones than have them picture perfect...because when I share memories, I want to have normal human stories, even if they are embarrassing, they are laughable, I don't want perfect photos that are just silent.....that don't have stories behind them to share!

Not Fitting In

Rat Race. Politics. Only work towards winning. Networking and tapping. Blocking someone's chances. Underhanded tricks. Bitching. Gossiping. Cliques. Negotiating. Power games. Free riding.

Just another day in an MBA college

Proud to be a misfit in this world!

Delhi Times

D-d-d-d-d-dilli dilli dilli.... d-d-d-d-d-dilli dilli dilli... This song has been playing continuously in loop in my head for the past three four days since I got the confirmation that my induction is definitely going to be in Delhi in May second week.....

"Delhi in May! It's going to be SOOOO hot! You'll hate even going out of the room! Don't make much sight seeing plans" Thanks for the heads up everyone! As if I didn't already know that! I mean seriously people..go on state the obvious one more time....as if evenings are going to be as hot as mornings or afternoons..and thats when I plan to do all my sightseeing....because hell I am going to a new place, for the first time on my own and I am NOT going to miss seeing it because of well...some people's irrational comments... 

So for the past two days I have been making lists of places I want to see in  Delhi.....the "city of kings" and the seat of power of my country. Here are the sites I plan to see...or at least a longer wishlist which I may reduce in the days to come depending on how much time I actually have:

1. ISKCON temple: I have this thing....whichever city I have visited (which are not too many seriously) I have seen the ISKCON temple there if there is one, so I have seen Ahmedabad's.  one of the very few sites I have seen in the city that is kinda like my native place..... Mumbai's (very recently...shameful considering I have lived 22 years here), Bangalore's....and I find quite some peace in these temples and I want to visit as may of them as possible. Delhi has one! And I will be there! So this tops my list!

2. Red Fort, Qutub Minar, India Gate: I would really be a fool to go to Delhi and not see these classics!

3. Humayun's tomb: When I was about 11years old, I saw Aurangzeb's tomb.....and was in awe of the grandeur with which Muslim rulers were treated in their rests....so want to visit this one too!

4. Raj Ghat

5. Chandni Chowk: for seeing the purani dilli 

6. Pranthwaali galli, Hotel Sarvana Bhavan, etc etc: I plan to meet my foodie friend Radhika in Delhi, if she has no travel plans, and explore Delhi gastronomically! More on that will be on my food blog if I manage it!

So here's to the city which beckons me soon! 

Taking Risks

I take a lot of risks in my life.... I win some and (more often than not) I lose some...but at least I don't have many of those moments wherein I say to myself, "What if I had...?" of "If only I had...." and regret!

How Things Go Phbbt! Memoirs of Day 1 of Project

6.30 a.m: Wake up all excited at the prospect of the first day of project: reading done? Check! Notes ready for reference during the interview? Check! New stationery to take notes (copius) during the interview? Check! Smartly dressed for office? Check!

7.00 a.m: Bathed scrubbed to a shine and ready to leave in full office formals, feeling very professional!

8.00 a.m: Got a good seat in the train (after elbowing and being elbowed)...feel good about myself! Head chant keeps repeating itself: Thou shalt be confident! Thou shalt be polite but firm during interviews! Thou shalt finish at least 5 interviews today!

11:00 a.m: Reach office...greet everyone with a big smile, be allocated a desk and set it up for yourself all professionally and very neatly (controlling the instinctive urge to have everything on desk at one go so that you can have everything you want within hand's reach.

11:15 a.m: Start going over your notes....with a cup of chai...

12:00 noon: First call! Here goes! Put a smile on your face so that it reflects in your voice....

12:01 p.m.; Trin Trin..Hello? Mr XYZ This is Disha from the HR team...you must have received a call about the project we are doing....?

Voice on phone: "Sorry Ma'am no call!"

12:02p.m.: Ask colleague for help in checking....

12:03 p.m. All potential regions of South and North not informed!

12:10: Try West..they're informed!

12:11: Nope not informed!


12:15: One informed to be called....

12:17: "Ma'am please call after 3.30 p.m
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Nothing significant happening really!

3.35 p.m: First interview.

4.15 p.m: Leave office: no other scheduled

Target: 5 interviews

Completed: 1!!! :-0!!!!

All About Food

Dear All,

It gives me great pleasure to announce that I have (finally!) started my own food blog. The first post is about the first meal of the day.... Breakfast Times.

Hope you will join me there soon!

Disha

Toasts

No! This post isn't about bread....I sitll haven't lost my mind enough to write about that.....! I mean really: how many variations can there be to that toast? Really??!! This post is about the anticipation of that "heady" feeling; the small celebration of things that is before a drink.

I love raising toasts! There is definitely something to be said about the summing up of the reasons of celebration (be it birthdays or weddings or simply the end of a long Monday!) in a few words and dedicating that drink to it.

My father, a solitary drinker on most family social occassions, would tell us this story almost every time he raised a toast about why toasts are raised (or in his words why "cheers!" is said) before a drink. You see, a drink has something for all the senses: colour for the eyes, taste for the tongue, smell for the nose and the coolness for skin, but it doesn't have anything to give to the ears, and hence toasts are raised to make up for that particular lack.

Some of my favourite toasts? My fathers "cheers!" before his annual beer bottle (yeah my mom used to allow him like only once a  year), the one raised to fresh lime soda on my ex's best friend's birthday, the one raised on the night of my first beer, the one when me and CD went out for our first drink together, the one raised on and to my first cocktail and of course our perennial toast to our "San/Sun"/ All these toasts hold great memories for me!

So ladies and gentlemen, please raise your glasses to the "cheers" that create great memories...to toasts!

Malgudi Times

Nostalgia thy trigger is simplicity! Ah how simple times were when we were younger. Of the shopping expeditions I have been on off late.... they have included books too! See now I realised I used to hate shopping till I realised shopping can be for books too! Bazinga! Yay to that!

This blog is dedicated to some of my all time favourite books which I bought more of this time: to R.K. Narayan and his town of Malgudi. I managed to lay my hands on a few of the episodes of Malgudi Days (remember tana na na na na na na?) and that in turn triggered off a shopping binge of R K Narayan books....so I bought Swami and His Friends, The Bachelor of Arts, Malgudi Days and the Financial Expert....ah! Some of his other books that I have savoured are the Guide (trust me the movie doesn't even come close to doing any justice to it!) and Salt and Sawdust (this one though not one of  the more popular ones is a must read!)

What strikes me the most about his books is how he managed to create an entire town with its own geography, customs, quirky characters. Malgudi is just like another town we would find in South India and yet it has its own unique flavour! Another thing about his books is the Narayan style of humour....its quite subtle and very unique and hard to emulate....many havee tried and failed because there can only be one original, isn't it?!

So a toast to R.K. Narayan, his Malgudi, its characters and to warm childhood and adolescent evenings spent curled up to good books!

Some Craft: Bookmarks

I love trying my hand at making new stuff...especially stuff from old non-beautiful stuff....so here s a new idea I had. I have some old visiting cards:

 

 I took a couple of them and stuck them together, the printed side facing each other; and used felt tip pens to decorate them... and voila!

Small bookmarks; individualised for my two best friends...they'll kill me on seeing them here before in their mailboxes...but I'll take the risk!! :-)

A lot of variations can also be used for the design by adding drawings, collage works out of old newspapers and magazine papers.....any further ideas? Drop a comment..would appreciate it!

Random Thoughts

You know what I like about boring lectures? Your mind is not under any obligation to stay in the class (wish it were the same about your physical presence....however....) so you can take your flights of fantasy and jot down some random thoughts (if you are someone like me.....)

Chick lits of today are modern day fairy tales written by cynics who don't believe in romance and are neither waiting for their prince charming but definitely want to and actually do believe in happy "endings"....

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It is ok to take certain unimportant decisions to please others like wearing a dress you don't particularly like for a loved one whose special evening it may be.....but it is ABSOLUTELY NON NEGOTIABLE to to make the important decisions of your life like whom to love and marry to please or appease someone else.... ABSOLUTELY NON NEGOTIABLE!

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As I grow older and need to be "responsible" I have noticed a increasing gap between the the things I would LOVE to be my priority....such as reading, writing, blogging, drawing etc....and the things I SHOULD make my priority.... tests, assignments, stupid presentations! What brought on this rant? A blog that wasn't updated in over a month! A short story haunting me for the past one week and no time to write it in peace! Arghhhh!!!!

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With the explosion of the number of ex IIT-ians and ex- IIM-ians leaving lucrative jobs and getting into full time writing...one thing is for sure.... students in our country are getting into the wrong streams...getting into somethings they definitely don't want to do..or believe they want to thanks to what is being said around them..till they discover otherwise...but well at least somewhere they do realise what they really want and have the guts to go for it! So kudos to that!

And Je is Back!

Well this post is just going to be an updation rant since I last blogged! A few key things happened this weekend which were great!

Firstly  I had my first experience of shopping online and that too for books! I got myself a great deal! On great books! Thanks to flipkart.com. And I ordered all my favourite reads from some time back: R.K. Narayan! yaay! Great fun! Also got the first delivery today! Felt all nice and important and all...considering for some its such a mundane thing but well it was a new experience for me! :-)

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I splurged like crazy on books this weekend! I did not even think twice before putting books into my shopping bag! It was therapeutic! I hated shopping till I realised books are also something I can shop for! Hahaha! Late but happy realisation.....

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I read Nirupama Subramanian's Keep the Change. Its a typical chick lit with the simple girl moving to a big city with a new job and her experiences with falling for a typical "bad guy" and then the  friendship with the good guy turning to something more....what I liked about the book was her writing style. She manages to bring about something fresh to the genre! A good read if you are into chick lit!

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Je got myself this lovely journal by Paper theatre...its made of recycled papers, sturdily hand bound with a cover so beautiful that its perfect to capture my thoughts (which are strictly non-class related) and daydreams (strictly class duration related!!!). The size is also perfect enough to carry around in my bag and hide away if the professor catches me writing! It also took me hours to decide on one journal to buy as there were so many I wanted to buy but i had to restrict myself! These beautiful journals are available at Crossword stores across Mumbai and are worth checking out! Alternatively you can check out their collection online at: http://www.papertheatre.com.

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Also a quick mention of me having joined indiblogger.com and a quick hi to the two new bloggers: soulcare and Vijaykrishna who have joined me on the blogosphere!

Glass

Have you ever heard of the property of glass where it is hard yet brittle in nature? We women who seem "too strong and upfront" to men are like that.... yes we don't expect you to pull open doors for us or pay for us or earn for us.... or be all "men" to us... we can take very good care of ourselves, thank you very much!

But that gives you NO RIGHT, absolutely NONE to trample upon our feelings just because you think we are "strong" enough to handle it. No! You do need to be sensitive to our feelings.... and try not to hurt them. Or lie to us and try and insult our intelligence. Or just insult our intelligence or our education even "in jest". Yes we are strong and we can take care of ourselves.....but that does NOT mean you do not even treat us like humans....

22 Reasons Why I Love You: To CD on Her 22nd Birthday

1. Because you hate to love me and love to hate me..always going to be the first reason!!

2. Your smile.

3. How easily you fit into my arms when we hug.


4. You don't take no shit from anyone: learnt it from you.

5. Your "mojo".

6. For the word "paangu".

7. Your gujjuben hips and um....you know!

8. How easy it is for me to talk to you.

9. The way the pitch of your voice gets squeakier and higher when you start getting angry....and the way you scream at me...for all the reasons possible under the sun!

10. The way you mix drinks (though I've never tasted anyone of them!!! :-P)

11. All the cocktail advice I get from you.

12. How you irritate me whenever you get a new number.

13. For your celestial goddesses blogs.

14. How much fun it is to watch movies with you.

15. The way you hop around when excited!


16. Your "sarcasm".

17. The memories of our morning breakfast and coffees at Xavier's.

18. Discussing books with you.

19. Discussing crazy weird stuff with you.

20. The way you keep rejecting my proposal: don't worry I haven't given up on you.....you'll say yes to me some day!

21. For all the weird comments you write on my gifts but pack them so neatly.....

22. How it is always the three of us. And how we are always there for each other no matter the time or the distance.








There are so many more reasons: damn it! But I had to restrict myself to 22! Let me write a similar blog on your 50th or maybe 100th birthday to be able to do better justice to it!!! :-)

An Ode to Cocktails that Won't Hit

When I call out for you
Its anticipation
I imagine your feel, your taste, your smell and
What I will feel with when I have you,

But o dear cocktail
When I have you,
Its anti-climatic....
Because they say I am to feel this buzz...
But do I really???

The Year That Will Be

First of all: A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!!!

So is this blog going to be about my new year resolutions?? There is a wonderful saying that I just love: it goes: May your troubles last as long as your new year resolutions! So true! And yeah I don't believe in the concept of new year resolutions...so this post is not about them!

Horro(r)cope predictions: An apology to all those who believe in them...I don't! I mean how can anyone be so bought by the so called belief that remote celestial bodies can affect what your turns out to be like....

Anyways....this blog is what I see happening for me in the new year in a more concrete sense:

Firstly, time to finally give a rest to all the studying and move to the real world with responsibilities and a job. Yes! I am (finally) going to be a post graduate and move out from student life to a corporate life! Hopefully will do great there.....the beginnings are definitely great and now hopefully will just move ahead!

Secondly,time to say goodbye to my beautiful house and all the amazing memories in it: be it either because of job locations or simply because our building going for redevelopment (NO I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED) ...its time to say goodbye to my most favourite place on this earth..I will miss it...

Sanaya: I am going to meet her somehow this year! And when I decide upon something I just do it!

Vidhu: you may move out again...for finding newer feathers for your hat.....I will always be there for you to support you and love you and be your harbour whenever you need one.....

My brother's admissions to a new college and him probably having to move out too this year.

Travelling and shopping for books..... since I will be earning my own money...these are the two things I intend to do fully!

So to hopefully a great year ahead!