Wednesday, 21 December 2011


Life feels so good sometimes. Like everything is in place.
Happy and perfect.

Even those chilly mornings which make you want to snuggle in bed all day, make you feel alive. You get up earlier than before, just to enjoy the whiff of the cold mornings.

Even tasks and chores don't feel like a pain. You do them with as much enthusiasm as singing to your favourite song on the radio.

Routine journeys that felt boring, are now avenues for making new friends and understanding people.
Your family and friends make you feel loved.
Small things that you once considered annoying, become lessons you learn from.
You find happiness in simple things like a child's smile, or a teachers compliment.

Your goals and dreams feel like they're already achieved.
You feel like you're at the top of the world.
You're at the zenith of your achievements.

Its then you realise that feelings built you up, and you can achieve more than what you think you're capable of.

Believe, and all is yours :)

Thursday, 3 November 2011


It was a sad, sad time, that I believed, ruined my childhood. I regretted everything it did. Each and every consequence. But that was when I was an immature 10 year old.
Now, I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me, and my family. It's made the person I am today. It's made me stronger, and way more smarter.
It was my father's divorce.

No. This isn't a "I-need-the-world's-sympathy" post. I don't.
I'm happy it happened. It brought fourth so many life changing values, and also brought fourth my new mother. She is the best thing that's EVER happened to me. I mean it.

Initially, I hated her, for some vague reason. Maybe because it was hard to digest a divorce, and the concept of a new mother, or maybe because we grew up with stories like Hansel and Grettle, wherein the "step-mother" was "evil". Bullshit.

I'd never call my mother "step-mom". She doesn't deserve that kind of a discrimination. She has nurtured me, and looked after me throughout my life, just like any other mother.
She's always been my pillar of strength.
She's made me responsible, and mature.
She taught me to be confident, and proud of myself.
She taught me to face the world bravely.
She taught me to be myself, chase my dreams and never let any obstacle come in my way.

Being a really opinionated person, I'm sure she had millions of issues in trying me help me become better. I was arrogant, and rude. But she put up a brave front, and never gave up. Despite all the world criticizing her, she did what she felt was right.
You're a commendable person, mom. I really appreciate everything you've done for me. :)

All the times we've had our super long mother-daughter talks. The way you've handled my 'tsunamis'. The times we've gone shopping like two teenagers. The times we've made fun of the epic people we meet. All our inside jokes. The serious talks. The motivation. The yelling. The endless horror movies. Everything.
Thank you so much!
You've always treated me the way I felt I should be treated. You've always believed in me, when I ceased to believe in myself. You're more like a sister, a best friend. You've heard me rant about my teenage insecurities, boyfriend issues, and god knows what not. You've patiently helped me understand everything, from the 'birds and the bees' to knowing how to treat difficult people.

You're the strongest person I've ever known. The way you've braved people, and stood your ground, is simply wow. Each time someone criticized you, you never took it to heart. You are doing the best you can. and no one is going to deny that!
I just wish to be exactly like you, when I grow up :)
I really do.

I promise to rise higher than your expectations. Always be a good daughter. And never ever let you down.
I love you!

And to everyone who thinks stereotypically about "step mothers" being "bad", you need a super big reality check. I have an amazing mom, and she loves me no less than what your mom does!

Not everyone gets second chances, I'm glad I got one. :)

How True :P

Monday, 31 October 2011

Falling Again?

He was the best, so she believed, and she had unwavering faith in that belief.
And all that resulted of the year and a half long stint was a big, bad heartbreak that shattered her!
She didn't care anymore.
She felt all numb. Dramatic as it sounds, it couldn't be more true.
She isolated herself.
Got over-worked.
Fought with friends and family.
Cried herself to sleep.
Wrote sad songs, and stayed up all night.

Time heals all wounds, so they say. And true, it is.
She was genuinely happy again. Every time someone took his name, or each time he texted her, she wouldn't flinch. She was brave. She overcame all that she had lost, by finding love in other things like her work, her family, her friends and even in watching movies. Her playlist didn't sound so depressing either.
She was back on track.

Outer appearances are often deceptive, as so was it with her.
She lost all feelings of "true love". Believed it to be utter bullshit. Anytime she saw people who were "madly in love", she found it crappy and cheesy. She cracked jokes and mocked them.
But in reality, she was just trying to hide the scars her wounds left behind. She had lost utter faith in that 4 letter word that made the wold go round, so to speak!

..until she met him!
He gave her butterflies the first time he walked up to her. He made her feel special and loved. His cute, cheesy messages made her smile like a retard. His smile sent her to another land, altogether. He intimidated her!
Initially, she was scared. Scared to loose him, and to have history repeat itself. But he had a story of his own. His heart was also broken. And he needed a companion to make him believe that everything would be all right! Being in the exact same position as he was, they helped each other. They'd talk all day long. She'd crack stupid jokes to make him laugh, when he was feeling low. They were the distractions they needed.

And then, the obvious happened. She began to fall for him, as did he!

Accepting this fact, they decided to keep things on hold. She has to focus on her priorities, and so does he. They both need time, something they have enough of.
Mature, is what they've become.
He came at the right time, and now she knows things are going to fall in place when they have to!

Till then, she's happily writing her destiny! :)

:) <3

Advertisements Couldn't Get More Phony!

This generation has seen a huge amount of various products invade the markets and store shelves, and the worst part about them are their silly advertisements! Not all,but a few.
I did take the "opportunity" to watch the ads during the commercial breaks (which we have too many of!), and pick out a few of the "outstanding" ones.
No, literally, outstanding!

The Santoor body soap ad has a young lady, who after being teased by boys younger to her, uses the soap, gets flawless skin, and is able to hit a six! I mean who in the WHOLE wide world would consider that smart? Why would someone come up with something as stupid as that?
To add to it's lameness, she is shown to be a young mother, leaving everyone awestruck!
Now that's what I call a job of brilliance!
Verdict: EPIC FAIL

Wild Stone. The deo that will attract women, and make them want to have sex with you, even if you're a blind old version of Denzil Washington, or in a local train. (Yes. It resembled the Western Railway line!)
Verdict: Very, Very Sexy! ( NOT!)

Samsung Dual Temperature Control Refrigerator. This ad scores brownie points over ALL others. It ranks as the "Worst Add of the 21st Century". Poor lil Priyanka Chopra is running out of jobs.
She is dressed as a spinach who is cribbing to her Ice Cream alter ego about her terrible fate because there is no temperature control in the refrigerator part, as in the deep freeze. She goes on to explain the cost of spinach and its properties (as if Popeye didn't do a good job!), and voila! Samsung Dual Temperature Control Refrigerators, save the day!
To add to the high irritating levels of this ad, her accent and tone is an utter disaster. Its creeky and noisy.
Nails on a blackboard, that's the best way to describe it!
Verdict: Cacophony, an understatement.

Fairness Creams. I think they act like one of the top NEEDS of the Indians, or at least they appear to! Vaseline Fairness Cream. Garnier Skin Lightening Cream, are just a few of the "formulated products" that " guarantee fairness with 14 days".
Why are we SO obsessed with being fair? Why do we crib about our beautiful mocha colored skin?
Foreigners sit in the scorching heat of our tropical afternoons, trying to get a tan (burn is a better word), and we try to use fairness creams to look like them. Ironic, isn't it?
Top models like Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks, are dark. Actors like Rani Mukherjee and Priyanka Chopra aren't that fair either. So why the hubub?!
Verdict: Its a "personal choice", as most would say!

The world could seriously do without these"tear-jerkers".
Yes. They make me want to pull my hair apart,or at least be in some high God forsaken mountain. Anywhere away from the tragedy that awaits those people who are really so loyal to their serials to waste 10 minutes on watching utter nonsense.

Marketing is booming, as we can see.

Sunday, 23 October 2011

The Uncivilized Indian

They've dominated the streets. The homes. The railways. The malls. And now, the world!
Oh yes, this goes out to that Indian, who is little too loud.
A little too obsessed with plagiarism.
A little too ill-mannered.
A little too uncivilized.

I was at the mall, with my father, the other day, eating in the food court. On the table next to ours, there was this large party of kids accompanied by a grandmother, a lanky elder kid they called 'bade bhaiyya' and two gossip-y aunties.
They all decided to eat more than what any average person can (a typical Indian trait. We think the food is going to run out of stock, just like some dress at Colaba Causeway). Eating a lot is still fine, but they managed to spill 4glasses of Coke float too. Despite this, they all just got up and walked away, after being extremely rude to the person who cleaned up the mess THEY made. They didn't even wait to give him a tip!
One child in particular, mis-treated one of the workers too. He was harsh and loud, and really ill-mannered. While his mother (read: gossip-y aunty) didn't say a word! In fact she just smiled at him, and walked away!
Didn't she realize that it reflected on her as well?
Wasn't she the elder one?
Don't children take after their folks?

This was one of the most disgusting things I've seen. Children on the streets can behave better.
It may all seem small and inconsequential, but look at the bigger picture.
Just because you're a rich kid, and you go to a mall, wear branded clothes, and look all snobbish and stuck up, as though you have something up your ass.. That doesn't mean you're given a golden ticket to mis-treat someone who's doing your dirty work.
Shame on such people.

And then we complain about being looked down upon when we go abroad, and hear someone mutter "bloody Indians", under their breath.
We dress loud. We talk loud. We cannot behave.
What else can we expect?

I'm not generalizing this to ALL Indians. It's just those few people, you see daily, who's appearance isn't deceptive.
Maybe we need to start from home.
Treat people right, here in India, itself.
Watch our behavior when we step out of the four walls of our home.
Learn basic etiqette.

Then maybe someday, we won't have to be shushed for TALKING SO LOUDLY, AS THOUGH THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU IS STONE DEAF OR A 1000 MILES AWAY, OR WORSE, BOTH!

(I don't mean to offend anyone out here. Just a very strong opinion,that should be given a second thought! :) )

Friday, 21 October 2011

We have, What They Call, True Love! :P

So here's to that retarded bitch, who can't ever shut up.
Here's to that girl, who can cry one minute over a broken nail, but laugh over someone who hurt her.
Here's to that Rockstar who can sing her life out when drunk!
Here's to the girl who's always stood by me.
Who's always been there to hear me rant and rave.
Who's always there to gossip about people who gossip.
Who's always there to act like the second mother.
Who's always there to throw 'I-know-rights' and 'Its-written-all-over-your-face'.
And the one, who's turned heads by being her silly self!
Here's to you, I. :)

We've known each other all through school, but not in the way we should have. All that bitching and hatred, in no possible way, would have ever led to our awefuckingsome friendship! Well, everything happens for a reason, right? *P.O.L. much*
The first time we actually went out together, was before Jay was going to leave. I know we've spoken and discussed this SO many times, but I'm going to mention it anyway, cause I know you're going to reply with that same enthusiasm each time.
*yes, I know you just muttered 'bitch' under your breath!* :P

I remember arguing with him saying I couldn't bear you, and didn't even want to see your face. I know that was mean. But then he insisted. I guess that was the best thing he's ever done..
We met, and instantly became amazing friends.A super shock to EVERYONE!

We'd talk the entire day. Chat on Facebook. Give over a 100 notifications. Kill peoples NewsFeed early in the morning. And even change our relationship status to 'In A Relationship' and eventually 'Engaged' to each other!
Damn. I remember how freaked my mom was, after seeing that!

(To everyone reading this: No, we're not gay. :P)

Each time I've cried, felt annoyed, thought of doing wrong things, had breakdowns, you've always stood by me. Told me to stay strong. Ensured I never gave up. Helped me find my true identity, when I felt all lost and lonely. Yelled at me each time I did something wrong.
You've been my pillar of strength through my darkest of days.
Helped me overcome so many fears.
Helped me believe in myself.

When I broke up, you were the one to go and yell at that idiot.
When I got pissed at people, you were there to patiently hear me rant, and then eventually rant back too.
When I fought with my mom, you were there to hear me cry, and rationalize with me, and make me go and apologize.
When I achieved something, you always reacted as though you also achieved it.
When I felt all lame and stupid, you heard me crack gay jokes.
When I felt all poetic, you reviewed all my 'works' at 12 in the night.
When I was in hospital, you were more freaked than I ever was.
And when I had an exam, you pretended like it was yours too!

A super big THANK YOU for all that!

Apart from all these saintly things you've done, all the long walks. Talking about what we spoke when we were 'back there' (with turning our heads, literally). Those retarded sleepovers. Roaming around at 2 in the night. Illegal hangouts. Hangovers. CCD dates that lasted hours and hours. Mocking all those people who 'ispeak lyk disss...'. The photo editing sprees. Sentimental quotes. Endless texting. High cell phone bills that followed. Drooling over hot guys. Failed attempts of being girly. Doughnuts-are-my-life talks. Stupidity in malls. Clicking a gazillion pictures, 'after fixing our hair'. Bitching and gossiping. Movies. Long 'GF' updates. What-do-I-wear crisis. Endless song dedications. Our never ending *Cosmic Coincident* Moments. Aaannd, our recent fad of Emailing.

Our friendship is perfect. And I'm proud to say that it is..

Now, we're almost done with our 12th grade, and will go our separate ways. The stupidity and daily meetings won't be a constant anymore. It's heart breaking, I know. But the simple thought of being able to do what we've dreamed of, all our lives, will keep us going. The fact we'll break free and fly away, will keep us strong.

So no matter where we go, and what we become, I'm always going to be there to break the bones of any idiot who hurts you.
Sing and dance with you, when you're at your peak.
Motivate you, and not give up, when you feel low.
Abscond to the Himalayas, every time you need a break.
Give you a wild bachelor's party. 
Be the bridesmaid at your wedding.
Be your children's Godmother O:).
And take your walking stick and hobble away, when you become an old woman, only to watch you run behind me.

Sigh! That explains it all :P

As we go on, we remember,
All the times we've, had together,
As our lives change, come what ever,
We will still be,
Friends Forever! :')

Here's a small video I made. Since we've got a GAZLLION pictures and I really didn't know how to put them all. :P

(P.S. Take out your handkerchief! Just Saying! O:))

This is just a tiny part of our friendship, but the most important one. It's always the little things that matter. The people who walk into your life, when the world walks out. The one person who helps you sing your life's song, when you've forgotten the lyrics.
You've been all of that to me.

ILoveYouSoMuchYouSuperSentimentalCrazyRetardedEpicCosmicallyCoincidentPOL Womaaan <3<3:*:*


P.S. She isn't my best friend. But the song is perfectly apt. :)
P.P.S. The song is Best Friends Forever by KSM
P.P.P.S. You can follow her blog at Scribbling Life. She's super awesome! B)

Annnd, I'm sorry if this was a bit too long, or a bit too sentimental.



Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Society. Fear. Death.

We're like an integral part of society. It cant do without us..
But sometimes, we end up misusing the things we cannot live without. Women, unfortunately, have the same fate!
Being sold for sex, victims of rape and torture. Why is it that we have such a fate?
Despite modern standards and new school thoughts, women are still a major exception, in most cases!
Here is something I wrote on a rape victim..probably inspired by my Sociology lectures! (Yes. I do attend them!)


It struck her like a knife, penetrating into her skin,
A deep pain wallowed her whole being
As if being pricked by a hundred pins..
Pins, not of the hurt, but of shame and fear..

Fear? What for? You may ask.
The fear of not being accepted into society
The shame of her femininity being questioned
The fear of all the madness
The shame of standing up for her sadness.

This is how life treats a women,
Making her feel divine, only for the purpose of birth..
The lost innocence and "purity"
Is that all we judge?!

Giving everything she had,
In the hopes to stay alive..
Her expectations, did anyone care?
Was her inner voice ever prioritized?!

She had dreams, dreams bigger than the rest
A want to fly freely
Escape from the bonds of slavery!
Her inner voice, never did she hear..
The constant abuse, did she not fear?

Lost were her thoughts and feelings,
Lost, was once she all had
Her love, her family, her life..
All that was left, was an eternal strife!

She lived in the hopes of her expectations being answered,
But hope never knocked her door.
She decided to end the grief and pain,
Run away from the strains of the chain!

What she left back was only a legacy,
One that would help her kind
It proved that life and fate are in our hands,
Wherein the weak suffer, and the strong one stands!


True Story.

Saturday, 17 September 2011

On Being Strong ..

She stares at her life flashing by, just like in the movies. Except that every scene here was nothing but reality. Nothing but a true manifestation of what she had gone through, witnessed or experienced.
Standing at the edge of the sea, watching the waves crash against the rocks, with only a hint of deep moonlight highlighting it's depth, she contemplates on right and wrong.
She muses over the World's silly ways, and smiles, for she'll be long gone, to hear them chatter.

As a spray of the cold ocean water hits her face, reality brings her back into it's vortex. They say reality is bad, but at times, it can prove to be the exact opposite. She remembers all the good times..
Her friends. Her family. Her work. her love.
Realizing her entire life is still left ahead of her, a tiny tear slips down her pretty face as she imagines what all she can do.
What all she can be.
All those dreams and hopes turning to reality.
All those relationships lasting forever.

Standing upright, in the cold, eerie night, she now has the knowledge of right and wrong. She knows that the right things aren't always easy, but going down the difficult path will make her strong.
After lingering in the beauty of the night, for a while, she carefully steps off the bridge. And walks away victorious, under the glittering stars to her rightful destiny!

'Nuff Said :)

Sunday, 11 September 2011

A Letter To A Lost Friend

Dear Long Lost Best Friend,

It's been a while since we've met. Well, you're miles away, and that sucks.
It's been a while since we've spoken, and spend the entire day texting.
It's been a while since we last cracked up on the ironies of life at 3 in the morning.
It's been a while since we last joked over lame puns and secret jokes.
It's been a while since we helped each other overcome our fears, and know everything will be all right.
It's been a while since we last held hands and jumped in puddles.
It's been a while since we last shared our coffee, and ate chocolates while watching TV.
It's been a while, since we updated each other on our lives.

I miss what we used to be-happy and silly! All those stupid school memories, embarrassing moments, "I know right" situations, "That's so you" and "I'm not surprised" conversations..everything!
I wish I knew what went wrong. I wish we were WE again. If I could go back and amend all those mistakes, I would have.

All I want you to know is, you've always been one of the best friends I've made.
One of the most talented.
One who understood me the best.
And the one, I can trust my life with.
Thankyou, for always being there.

I miss you.

Shagun. :)

Saturday, 3 September 2011

A Tribute To My Father.

This is something I had written for my dad a few days back. He's been my biggest support system all through, and I'm really grateful to him for everything!

(OMG! I know that sounded like some "Eeeee. I'm Miss World" speech. Sorry for that. :P)
Here goes.

He held her tiny fingers,
Close to his chest,
Letting her gleeful smile
Envelope him in the moment.

He gave her his large hand,
To skip around in the park,
He let her hold him and weep,
When her bicycle struck the bark.

He guided her all through school,
Making her strong and brave..
With failed attempts of being Mr. Cool,
So that her friends wouldn't be naive.

Pre-teen years, left him frustrated,
Funny hormonal mood swings,
And crazy cravings..
Were accompanied with serious talks, and silly joking.

During his hard times,
She saw him cry,
All she could promise,
Was to be a good girl, and try.

Days passed, as did years,
Hardly did he realize, she was all grown,
Holding back his tears, he said,
"I'm amazed at the maturity you've shown."

He said that only so she'd feel confident and brave,
But she knew deep inside,
Daddy was trying to overcome his daze,
His silent prayer, and attempt to confide..

"Don't worry daddy", she said,
"I'm always here for you,
Even if you're old and cranky,
Cause you were there for me too.

You held onto me, when i had no faith,
You believed in me, when i was trembling with doubt,
You managed to handle a crazy girl,
And brought her up with love and shouts..

I've known all along, you wanted my best,
And that you wish, to hold onto the rest..
Now I'm all grown, and may soon go,
Daddy, you're my hero, is all you need to know.

I really find this cartoon SO super adorable! :)


P.S. I'm sorry if that was a bit too sentimental.
And and, I'd love to know what you thought about it.
I love compliments. O:)

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Imagination's Girl.

I'm often thinking of random things, and this is what my grey matter decided to come up with, for no rhyme or reason! Yes, I tend to do a lot of mind blabber.

Who's that girl, with the large, glossy black eyes?
Her hair a deep coffee brown, shaped and long, highlighting her pretty face.
Dressed in black, she looks like an average teen, but look closer, she carries a crown of thorns.
Despite this her lips twist into an angelic smile.
Her hands seem rough, but elegant.
She wears the pride of a survivor.
The confidence of a pageant queen.
The hurt of a mother who lost her child.
And the knowledge of the saints of the Himalayas.
So young, you may wonder. Yes, life treated her differently!
It made her heart like a soldier. Always protected with high walls.
She says she feels no pain, but the eyes don't deceive.
She holds onto memories, like a child and her favorite blanket.
Who she is, we'll never know. But she's out there, somewhere, shaping her destiny!

*gets reflective*

Saturday, 6 August 2011


So we all have those completely moody and nostalgic days, where reminiscence is our only medium of solace! (Wow! i sound like some really old old philosopher!) Today seems to be one of those days for me!
I have a little confession to make.
It's difficult to confess mistakes. It's difficult to stand and say that you were wrong, no matter how much you rationalize only to convince yourself about the bitter truth! But, at the end of the day, we sleep with our own conscience! (Now I'm convinced I sound like a philosopher! :/ )

Here's to one of my closest friends..
Probably i was wrong for letting you go, but you should've held me back.
I was wrong for pushing you aside so as to keep my priorities in place, but I now realize how much you mean to me.
I was wrong for not forgiving you, when you reacted in the most obvious way, but i was hurt and taken over my emotions.
I was wrong when I said i didn't want to talk to you, but you knew i still loved you, and the only person I needed was you.
I was wrong when I said you're always at fault, but I'm human too!

I am pretty much misunderstood. I also have those frustrating days where I vent out my frustration by making small things big, and getting even more frustrated. (How typical!)
But there's one thing I want you to remember, you will always be one of my bestest friends, no matter where life takes us, cause you were always there for me! :)

And..thus ends my today's dose of cheesiness. :S

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Forever And Always!

We all have that one set of weirdos we can trust our lives with. They're always there, making you feel good about your achievements and giving you reality checks on your worst prejudices! (I mean, who would need that? But friends are friends!) They keep your head on your shoulders, and ensure you be a bitch only when you have to!
I, too, have this amazing set of retarded creatures who were "cosmically coincident", and brought into each others company by the "Holy Lord". Here's my tribute (Okay, I didn't get any other word) to them!
To flattery. Cheers! (We all have our days!)

My Best Friend. Shar. :)
She's probably the MOST confused person anyone can ever come across! We've known each other for 5 years now, and well, she's still slow with pervert jokes! (It's okay, there are slow learners all over the world, love!)
She's been with me through everything. Literally. All through school, from innocent kids, to snobbish teens, to insecure college days. Despite having numerous fights, and 'you need a reality check' talks, we've held on to each other, shared our fears, our joys, and our ice creams!
All those crazy 12am talks (Damn, you are bloody instinctive!), holding hands and skipping around school, 'I look hideous today' embarrassments, Johnny Bravo chats (OMG!), 'we need to talk' moments, 'when we're 80 year old' talks, Himalaya abscond plans..
All of them just show how much you mean to me. Damn, I'm getting sentimental.

My Girlfriend. Ishi. :)
I cannot live without her, period. It's ironic, cause we hated each other in school, and then just randomly met one day, and termed each other girlfriends. Haha. That was kind of silly, you know! Anyway.
There's not one day that passes without us texting or talking. Even if it does, we'll compensate for it the next day! (Our cell phone bills, sigh!). You've been such an amazing friend, you know. Even if your upset or frustrated, you're always there for me. You'll hear the same gay stories again and again, and keep reacting to them with the same enthusiasm.
All our silly girly talks, 'when we were there' talks, CCD dates (Damn, I haven't been there in a while!), 'Ironies of Life' conversations, POL & book writing ideas, Punny jokes, 'I-know-right' moments, Imitating people who 'ispeak lyk dis' laughs, 'Lolzzz..<3 <3' picture comments..
Wow. Thats a lot for being friends only for a year. I know you got sentimental, idiot.

Perspective Girl. Nishi. :P
So you're horny. Very horny. Your thinking, no one can match. Your jokes, no one can think of. And your ability to change moods, damn! You can be So pervert one minute, and be talking about life philosophies and people the next. You have some capacity to gossip. Remember the silly B n R ice cream talks?
All those silly photography quests, bitching about gay people making out in CCD, eating like theres no tomorrow, flop make up sittings, shopping plans that never happen, speed boating!
Beside all of this, there's just so much to learn to you. You've got so many layers. You're talented as hell. I admire your courage, your independence and ability of making up stories. :P

The "Awwwwwwsome" One. Rahul.
Yeah yeah, you are "awwwesome", and you cannot spell "Royce" properly.
You are the craziest and most amazing friend I've had. Our conversations are worth writing a 10 volume Joke Book which would definitely receive a Nobel Prize, in the near future. We'll insure that!
All our stupid 'we have to save the world' talks, 'anti Reliance' conversations, singing on the phone at 3 in the night, "arre listen to me na" talks, saving epic photographs, music afternoons, watching the guy fall of the swing from your window sill..
Everything just potrays how much you're full of yourself, cuz I know you're gonna go all "I'm awesome B)" over this! (I'm just kidding. :P)

Jay. :)
So, I'm kinda confused about what category you'd fall under, cause I don't seem to be getting the right words to use here!
You've been my best friend all through school. We've gone from completing hating each other, to it's absolute opposite, and opposite, again!
You're still the best dancer I know, the one that cracks the most 'pathetic' 'punny' jokes on 'hideous' people, the one who's drawing is pretty cool, the one who understands exactly how I feel, without me saying much, and the one who's got an awful B'lore accent, and the one who can bear me 24/7.. ( I'm kidding here.)
But all of this is just 1% of who you truly are.
Misunderstood, we all are. :)

So these are the retards who can never ever get replaced. No matter if we turn 80 and become wrinkled old creatures trotting with a stick, we'll ensure even then that we'd take each others sticks and run away..
I may fight with you guys, say things I don't mean, PMS like a bitch, but at the end of the day, I'm always gonna be there for you guys..
So, I'm getting sentimental and stuff, but most of you are used to those mood swings!

Shar is probably getting all nostalgic by now.
Ishi is planning her super long reply!
Nishi is coming up with wise cracks to hide how she truly feels.
Jay is probably confused, and is wondering how to reply.
While Rahul must be chanting "I'm Awwwesome"!

I love you people. B)

On Why I Love Bob Marley!

"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again.
Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.
In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do.
Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you.
You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."

Enough said.
Bob Marley, I love you!

Friday, 15 July 2011

Delhi Belly-Utter Disaster!

Much hyped about movies always make you want to go and watch them! Maybe because curiosity kills or you just like being a critic and killing the fun. Ha, sadastic pleasures!
I suffer from both.

I recently went to watch the much anticipated, 4 star movie of the year, Delhi Belly (Marketting gimicks do wonders!). Let me tell you, I was throughly disappointed.
The movie had simply NO story, the direction was slack, characterization was weak, acting was average and it was an unnecessary drag.

Maybe I suck at judging movies, or the people around me do. For no reason cuss words were added in every sentence, and so many people went 'cool' and 'awesome' over that!

To add to it, it was in 'Hinglish'. A few scenes did have good slapstick humour, while the rest were potential PJ's (Poor Jokes, for those who are "Gen Y Abbrevation" retarded). It looked to be a failed attempt of trying to mix up Peter Sellers' (Pink Panther Series) humour, with a little touch of Steve Martin and a hint of American Pie type jokes, and a story as sad as Crank II. I guess that can explain how sad it was.
Imraan 'oh-so-cute' Khan was a turn off because of his sad make up and even bad attempts of making out with that awful lizard like lady. Eeeks. Human disaster!

Coming to the music, there was nothing as catchy as that!
The song DK Bose makes you go all DK Bose-y. Its like those annoying songs you like but cant get out of your head.
Even "Jaa Chudail" was epically hilarious.
But "I Hate You Like (I Love You) in brackets" was awesome! Stupid lyrics and amazing mocking of silly 'superstars'.

Overall, it was pretty okay-ish, a one time watch. Nothing so great or worthy of comparison to movies like 3 Idiots.
Watch it, if you can. Its short, you'll survive.
This does show how strong branding is in the industry.
Shahrukh Khan is not the only lame example in my dictionary now!

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Mumbai Trains. Theres Nothing That Can Compare To Them!

"Chalo andar, bahar log latak rahe hai"..
This line is perfectly explains the experience of travelling via Mumbai local trains, during peak hours.
Ranting. Raving. Abusing in a 100 different languages, are some of the perks everyone gets the benefit of. If you don't, then you've done something right to NOT deserve it.

Honestly, the condition is really that bad. I travel everyday from one end of the city to the other, and have been victim to verbal abuses, and have also been shoved off a train! Its a part and parcel of Mumbai life.
We live that way-Rough and Tough!

During Monsoons, the trains are often delayed, making travel way more terrifying. People hang onto the doors for dear life. WHY cant they just wait to get onto the next train?! What could be more important than their life?
Its ridiculous.
I'd rather miss out on my attendance in college, than sit in a hospital for being ruthless.

To add to this, the trains are awfully dirty.
People spit tobacco and god knows what other concoctions, on the platforms.
Pick pocketing during peak hours is considered normal. (Yes, Ive lost a cell phone too!)
For heavens sake, there are slippers and other miscellaneous things lying on the tracks! Sometimes I really wonder how they get there.

Despite all this criticism, the trains are the lifeline of this busy city. The day they're shut, Mumbai comes to a standstill. But sometimes, better security and discipline, are more important than receiving the pink slip.

Its a do or die situation!

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Searching for Answers!

Bored best friends always have a supernatural tendency of getting awfully philosophical. This is what me and my "BFF" (Yes. The super-ly obvious tag) came up with!

When you revolve your life around an inconsequential thing,
Knowing the walls of comfort may break someday,
When you know it's gonna come right back at you,
Why do we wait to go astray..

Hypothetical questions out in the void,
Shooting around like a voluminous asteroid,
Kill the confusion and kill the pain,
Why isn't right or wrong as clear as rain..

Because the rain isn't clear,
And the pain goes unsaid,
While the walls of comfort,
Are as stable as castles of dirt!

Being strong is what we have to do,
Taking everything in out stride,
Friends and foes, may come and go,
But in the end, we stand alone!

Friends, they come and go!
Some true, some fake. But life goes on!