Divs n Her World....

Order Order...

2010-12-24T22:42:00.003+05:30

I am so so proud of my best friend from law school.. someone whom i have counted on for almost nething and everything under the sun.. She is not my mirror image.. but surely has stuck by me like a shadow...

Today in a very very happy moment for her... I really thank god for making it happen!!! While she is Persistence Personified, Patient enough to wait and work tirelessly towards her dreams..She is someone who is imitable in every sense.. be her dreams, style sense or just the warm person she is...

I could go on and on... but can't.. Because the Happiness of Her Making IT..consumes it.. I'm overwhelmed... over-joyed for a long list of people's wishes and prayers persisted through her tough endeavour...

Justice Mahima Rai... Let your OH-RDER Prevail!!!

Happiness...

2010-09-21T08:04:00.002+05:30

Sometimes things just make you ao happy that you keep wondering about them.. something like this happened today.. least did i expect that i'd ever feel so happy for someone.. may be because I truly admire that person for everything he is... For the friend he proves.. someone i may speak so sporadically to... yet we speak with such immense warmth!!! For the unique nickname i have from him. by which i wil be addressed no matter what.. for pizza hut lunches with friends and ofcourse dozes of cetrizine!!! Incessant rounds of Raja Mantri chor sipahi as we adorned our uniforms and constant chatter... occupying the seat in front of some people will always seem like yesterday!!!

Little did i know i'd feel this way for him.. he having found his better half and being so close to a "happily ever after" real-tale.. makes me envious too... wondersome.. wishing upon the stars for me to feel the same!!! but then all this is lost in this beaming glee that i have on my face, since this afternoon!!! Ofcourse came as almost a shock to me, for I had no clue.. deceptive dimples surely played their trick.. yet!!!

All the best Shanky.. am sure you guys will rock.. honest can't wait to meet you.. ab to Leopold mein ek jaam ho jaye.. shayad kisi gore ke naam:P !!!

2009.. The year that Breezed Away..

2009-12-31T00:39:00.006+05:30

As I bid adieu to 2009, I have to be thankful to the number of vibrant colours the year has shown.. from bouquets to brickbats.. from praises to pranks.. I seem to have done it all... Let me try and recount some of the events that coloured the year that went by...

Jan: Rixy Roxy here.. to open the year.. and then a busy stint at work
Feb: Jus flew by
March: Some banter.. some unknown communique`
April: A bit disappointment.. a gathering of courage and hope.. Determination
May: Heat.. and heated conversations
June: Unexpected surprises
July: Losing my mind..
August: Happiness came along. jus to remain a short while
Sep: Birthday month- Eventfulness, flowers.. love from loved ones, Blues...
Oct: Diwali and a surprise from folks.. working towards the Goal
November: Month Home Alone.. Had a blast!!!
December: Stock taking..TLR, XMAS and some unblemished impression..(for a change!!!)

For those who read me like a book.. am sure have figured it all out.. Others... Keep Guessing!!!!

Image from http://colorcubic.com//2008/12/31/2009-our-time-to-shine/

Man-Chester United.. Personified

2009-10-08T19:56:00.005+05:30

Sir Roy Keane... is what he relates himself to... and rightly so!!!!Football buff.. these days busy pumping iron.. and producing "hunk-like" results at that I must say... which for once mind you s not psuedo or a farce or for an unconvincing reason... I have the time of my life shooting the breeze with him.. we share gyan.. gaan and Ofc.. our Surname!!!

Whom I talk about is this bro-like innocent chap.. a friend i made OL (yet again.. from PI@orkut) and someone who never ceases to entertain me.. Our first meeting was outside KFC (only Outside ah!!)and we headed to CCD.. to plan the first Delhi- PI meet... I think our first banter was a great ice-breaker...and there has never been any looking back!

Even though our convos are often full of "Vera enna?" ("What else" in Palakkad tamil) and my "Onnum illai.. apdiye nadakardu" (Nothing else.. all the same) meeting him and spending time is always a lovely experience. There are several reasons for that...

a. He is one of those few people who seem to be absolutely devoid malice.
b. Entertaining.. eventhough our convos are generally quite sensible
c. Very focussed chap
d. Abso clean heart and great clarity of mind
e. Someone who seems to have reverance and respect for his parents beyond compare.

These are some qualities I really appreciate and respect in him. Even though he is a couple of years younger.. there are a number of cues I need to pick from him. What is most amazing is that he stands apart from the crowd.. especially for people his age and fearlessly does so.. Like a true Man.. And trust me .. when he has the sculpts in place.. he truly will be Man-Chester United Personified... Just like the toughie he aims to be.. just as pure hearted is what he is..(Btw on the "Man" prefix.. ur hostel title also suits to this effect!!!)

As for our friendship.. even though i pushed the door instead of pulling it.. I hope i pull the strings in the right direction here.. Cheers!!!

Wake Up Sid... Oops.. Divs...

2009-10-04T20:38:00.004+05:30

Well.. the movie came on a day I really got a wake up call.. about me being over emotional about some things.. the inability to let go and the need for a once in a while chalta hai attitude towards certain gestures or experiences... A lesson I perhaps should have learnt by now.. But alas.. Its never too late..

The Movie Wake Up Sid.. is the complete opposite of what I need to learn.. Its about a rich brat learning to focus.. find his calling.. n discovering his Love... Phew.. heavy ah??? the best bit is the movie is not another Lakshya.. I thought lakshya was fabulous.. but KSS was good here.. I loved the charecter Laxmi.. and as someone rightly pointed out.. am quite an amalgamation of both these charecters!!! And am sure people who have been at the receiving end of my affection and brickbats.. will shout "Ayes" at the top of their lungs!!!!

Anyway I thought the movie was well scripted.. the dialogues were good... however.. I donno I thought the end was too rushed.. as though the director wanted to sound the alarm at 2:30 hrs..And I wasnt in the "sentimental fool" mood that I have been in for sometime now to buy it!!!Loved the song Ik tara...Awesome number... it is still ringing in my ears..

However.. I still suggest you go and catch the movie.. if you love mumbai.. the landscapes are awesome.. the Beach, marine drive.. all beautifully captured.. Lovely snaps taken in the course of the movie... I'm going after a Nikon digi cam next!!!

As Wake Up Sid comes on a day.. when perhaps some part of me Woke up... I better Stay Up Divs.....

Muchas Gracias....

2009-09-23T10:55:00.007+05:30

Completing a quarter century.. was quite a milestone… a jinx broken..lovely songs… flowers.. chocolate… and all the lovely things…

Celebrations began the previous day.. Blues…n music… still stuck on auto rides.. just that the rides this time were in august company… Midnight phonecalls… one o’clock singing… drawing analogy to Chocolate and Ice cream… sun rise...new clothes.. Rs. 101... Office banter… CCD... sloppy service although some lovely heart to heart convos with best buddy… Bumped into childhood pal... Fav Juni Joins.. Blues again… The songs and requests… some surprise filled flowers…the treat… autoride until Ashram Chowk… the banter, the laughter, incessant phone calls.. being smitten by the air around... and then royal ride again…. Meeting new People... And the laughter… Lovely ecards.. and a powerpoint.. about all the things I cherish... Ending the day... closest buddies getting chatty... sleeping with someone's magical fingers strumming my favourite instrument...my fav songs...

Now am singing... Thank You... for giving me the Best day of my Life!!!

Dreaming With A Broken Heart

2009-09-18T09:43:00.006+05:30

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was he really here?
Is he standing in my room?
No he's not, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
He takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No he can't, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh

Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Baby won't you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part...

(It is... Love this John mayer song... Speaks My heart... and all the he(s) are originally she(s) in the song...)

Playlist These Days...

2009-08-25T09:10:00.003+05:30

a. Baywatch Theme Song: I'll be Ready..:Jimi Jamison (Inspiring song..)
b. All I want is You :U2 (Owing to the lovely strings..)
c. When the Stars go Blue: U2 and the Corrs (Insomnia strikes)
d. Send me an Angel: Scorpions (My wish..)
e. Champagne Supernova: Oasis (Something I desire to be like..)
f. You Raise Me Up: Josh Groban (For some ppl who continue to stick by me.. inspite of the idiosyncracies)
g. Love is Gone: David Guetta (Shall say no more..)
h. I wish I was a Punk Rocker: Sandi Thom (Another Unfulfilled Ambition?)
i. That Thing you do: The Wonders (Sad song in a Pep Mode.. wat a contrast)
j. Mar Jaawan : Fashion (Just like that..)
k. Tears in Heaven : Clapton (Lightens my heart)
l. One Man's Dream: Yanni
m. And the Way you Look tonight: Rod Stewart
n. See you Later Alligator: Bill Haley and the Comets (Another Peppy song)
o. Coming Back to Life: Pink Floyd

And many more... for now these are most prominent...

The Bridge Across Forever...

2009-05-24T20:46:00.004+05:30

My fav book.. and a book I share with one of my favourite people in the world... someone who is so much Richard.. that it simply amazes me.. As I met him my eyes were wonderstruck in awe and amazement.. broad shoulders.. light brown eyes and a carefree style I had always imagined adorned this school-lost-orkut-found buddy...I dont think he is Richard.. because i associate myself with Leslie.. well I do think.. am a lot like her.. sans the stunning looks..but his brilliance is what strikes the greatest similarity..

The Bridge Across.. is perhaps a thread that ties us together.. and ofcourse our deja vu moments.. This was my guardian Angel when I was lost (and am sure am still the Demon!!!) showed me the light.. and hand held me out of it.. someone who has been my pillar.. for close to one and a half years.. our endless banter... each others advice.. never unsolicited.. stupid wisecracks..and sometimes...my doses in moments of fury..

I must have done something right to have you by my side... And if i had to start a file named after you.. it would surely read:

Dawn's peaceful, luminous blue
Intensified with the day
As did Happiness
Blue.. Bluer.. Bluest,
White puffs of Delight,
Joy Overflowing,

Until sunset,
Wrapped us in tender pink
And we fused in a
Passionate magenta goodbye
Earth-soul and Cosmic-soul
Bursting with beauty.

When night came,
A baby moon
Laughed sideways in the dark.
I laughed back
And thought:

Partway across the world
Your sky
Is filled with this same
Golden Laughter,
And hoped that you,
Twinkling Blue Eyes,
Saw and heard,

So that somehow we three,
Were joined in our gladness,
Each in our own space,
Together Apart,
Distance meaningless.

And I slept
in a world
Full of Smiles.

Wish you the most wonderful life ahead sweetheart...

Movies and ME...

2009-03-29T12:11:00.002+05:30

Until recently.. I was not such a movie go-er or movie watcher.. In my life.. never have I felt the urge to watch movies or the inclination to go out there..as I do these days... people tell me am still moderated.. perhaps a movie a month.. and many a times in the company of MYSELF...

I saw Rock ON, Luck by Chance and Straight all alone.. Rock On again, the second time with a friend... and guess what ends up catching my attention in the end.. the anti piracy message.. Ghajini, Dostana and Rab Ne bana Di Jodi.. were with family and friends.. but honest.. I seem to quite enjoy watching movies alone as well... Reason.. one oppurtunity where I can be something am not so often.. quiet and lost in my own thoughts..

Last week I saw Straight.. and Loved Pinu Patel.. very well crafted charecter.. until someone told me to check out Dasvidaniyan.. another Vinay Pathak flick.. remeber from my School-Channel V addicted days!!! and Boy what a movie it is..(thanks Neha for the DVD..)Ive promised to treat mum to the movie post lunch.. and I think anyone who has not seen it must watch.. I havent caught Dev D yet.. thats next on my list too..

Well.. for all of you who know me.. realise that i am more of the cross-over movies (read arty???) type.. Saw this fun movie called Outsourced last weekend when i was home alone... followed by Across the Universe on HBO which so ecstatically uses perhaps all of Beatles' Chart toppers.. I cant wait to watch Mama Mia.. for the ABBA fan that moi is!!!!

Phew.. that was quite a list ah??? Neway.. I know I have miles to go to get to what my folks were in their times.. as for now cricket makes Dad most happy!!!

For you a Thousand TImes Over...

2009-01-15T22:15:00.002+05:30

This is not merely my favourite line from my favourite book.. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini... but ya..i mean it everytime i do something for some special frnds..

Amongst some of my favourite gifts..are certain books.. music and stuff i've gifted... Chappals... bags... books...ties.. and the fun i have..

Well..i donno.. I miss some of my closest friends who are no longer in Delhi.... but ya they are all.. very close to me still in my heart.. miss u folks....

Chalo cya.. Hope 2009.. fills everyone's life wid Lovely frnds.. one could cherish for life...

Goodbye Sam.. Hello Samantha..

2008-12-31T23:19:00.004+05:30

My last post of the year... As 2008 bids farewell.. and I listen to my favourite bands doing one of the most absorbing songs i've ever heard..(U2 and the Corrs.. When the Stars Go Blue).. I am lamenting upon the year that just flew past..

Another course out and done with.. a new phase embarked upon.. some old endings, new beginnings.. and put an end to some of these beginnings this year itself.. a couple of emphatic statements.. some fighting back.. quite a bit of smiling ans laughing... this year was truly a mixed bag.. with a whirlwind of emotions and situations i encountered..

I truly believe.. this year i grew up.. If i may say.. a bit more maturity, a bit more rationality.. and a teeny-weeny bit of wisdom.. I may not be Ms. Know-it-All yet... but am OK wid my performance... As for 2008.. I hate to see it go... But am sure.. I'll Love it when It's gone...

Anyway.. Have a blast in 2009... Hope it brings in Loads of Cheer and Happiness..to Everybody Around..

Adios 2008...Bienvenido 2009!!!!

P.S. if your wonderin why such a name to the Post.. coz thats one of My fav Cliff Richard Songs...

Ricks' Bday...

2008-12-07T18:56:00.005+05:30

7th December... One of my closest pal' birtday.. Ricks has been that pillar of strength.. that i could lean on when i felt my foundation was pretty much shaken.. he helped me strengthen my base..see the brighter side of life....almost always...

So what did I do? I met him and his dearest college mate at a Barista..n later was joined by a friend of mine and surprised him with that cake...which he claimed.. he smelt.. after all can Divs ever never be upto anything???? Considering that officially we've known each other for eight years now.. i guess the last two years have only been worth keeping track off...and the cake was the least I could do...he is sweet, genuine, down-to-earth no doubt.. and puts me in my place...whenever needed...He truly is someone I bank upon..

Although he no longer is in India.. and almost always forgets something I asked him for.. Teases me to the core and cracks a PJ at my most serious times.. he is someone whose friendship I cannot do without.. He doesn't read me like a book.. and that is a relief.. for the transperent face i have.. but ya.. the loveliest books i possess are surely his rendition...

Happy Birthday buddy.. Keep that smile on.. I hope this friendship lasts a lifetime..n btw.. I must let you know Ricks... I do agree.. that Rix shall always Rock!!!

P.S... let ur mail id remain.. atleast for frnds like me.. u'll after all always be RixyRoxy to me...

Live life..err... Vicki Height..

2008-11-15T20:34:00.005+05:30

If u hav noticed.. I write only on weekends... Mostly so.. Perhaps the reason being that those are the only sane days for me to pen my thoughts.. The rest of the days is the regular Gtalk song transfer and banter..with my set of friends...and that is enough to drain me!

Saturdays are usually no stop days.. I do almost everything i love.. from walking around CP to window shopping to meeting up pals...The last is the most consistent part of my trend!!!

This week the Bakra was Vicki.. as i call him.. My frnd from CLC.. someone i became friends with only to the end of my law.. yet discovered to be so much like me... Crazy, fanatic, passionate to start with.. about art, music and books...the fact that our bdays fall on consecutive days..similarly aged siblings and what not... Our banter is endless.. sometimes interspersed with stretches of Silence..

So.. I met Vicki.. after.. 6 months i think.. and the beauty is.. it seemed as though i had met him just last week.. The banter was as warm as ever.. our exchange of idiosyncracies.. over biryani, paneer makhani, raita.. and ahem ahem.. a cocktail.. recounting old times.. catching up on what was on in our lives.. advice.. never unwarranted..and endless laughter.. checking out the kids trying to act ah-so-grown-up... i truly had a great time..

The reason i write this post.. is cause i realise that one rarely meets people you feel at home with.. from minute one.. For one.. i learnt Vicki' first impression of me.. as SNOBBISH... n i laughed my heart out!!!

Well Vicki.. thanx for all the awesome times we've had.. walking frm CLC to metro.. dragging me 2 Bhatia' place for that Juris book.. Running up and down for PAC.. to the phonecalls to recruiters. Mawana.. hahaha!!! Uve just left me with times to smile about!!! Ofc.. it would be unfair if i dint mention the times you were at the receiving end.. but let me tell you.. i am glad to have been at the receiving end of your friendship!!!

I can only think of one song:

Dont you ever wish.. You were someone Else,
You were meant to be.. the way you are exactly...
Don't Change...

Cheers!!!

The Day that Just Flew By....

2008-11-09T12:06:00.004+05:30

Sometimes.. you don't know what is in store for you.. but you just wake up knowing its gonna be a Lovely day.. Yesterday was one of those days.. when I woke up from that side of the bed that makes you feel... Today is Gonna be A Great day..

Hey stop guessing.. I didnt bump into my ah-much-frenzied-Bach... but who knows!!! :P For the eternal optimist on the few things that i am, today i felt optimistic about almost everything... Morning was as smooth as silk.. no tatter-patter with mum or dad... truce.. And i reach office and there's some news that makes me truly happy! (Congrats guys!!!)

And then.. as I walk thru the colours of Janpath.. to reach Piccadelhi.. I take the longest route possible... walking through, peeping through stores and making numerous slow-downs to admire windows... something that doesnt come to me easily.. (am a shop with a list gal!)

As am heading.. I make a stop at the music store.. pick up CDs like Crazy... I picked up 7 CDs to start with.. then replaced them with 3 MP3 Cds and a fusion.. so 4in all.. and swipe my card jus to dent myslf a teeny-weeny bit.. and what a lovely dent could that be..

My next stop.. Piccadelhi.. where i intended to meet some people I hardly know.. and for the hours we spent.. over banter, lotus stem in honey garlic, mousse, noodles, chese sticks, coffee for some and a fantabulously recipe-ed but horribly mixed cocktail...time just flew... Meeting people is not always so pleasurable.. this time.. meeting each one.. was completely a Pleasure...

And as U2' Beautiful Day plays behind me.... It is the Perfect song for me....

Just like That...

2008-11-04T21:01:00.008+05:30

When you are dazed, confused..
When you feel.. looking at everything.. amused,
When there are answers to questions you donot know,
When things seem fine, but happiness does not show,
When things turn inside out,
And you want to do nothing.. but scream and shout..
When you are around people yet alone,
When you should be happy when rings beside the fone,
When there are thousands of questions unknown,
And in the night.. the moon is not shone..
And what do you so is all you ask,
A challenge.. seems every task...
And then when walks in that Angel to mend..
Devoid of halo or wings.. just there.. for a hand to lend.
What else would you call that God-given Gift..
Nothing else.. but your most Precious Friend..

Dedicated to some people.. Who have helped me sail through tyrannical times... God Bless you!!!!

Mumbai Musings...

2008-11-02T13:27:00.010+05:30

For the one month of my life I shall cherish forever....July of 2007..

My parents away.. yet Chitti chitappa around... Gannu, Sowmi, Purni and the late night banter..

New city Blues.. and electric train terror.. Internship..

Meeting someone after years at the airport.. and the silence in that...

Wimbeldon and Federer's win..and then the call till 4 am.. discussing things absolutely crazy yet so close...:P

Pomegranate and me snatching Gannu's share... our GRE Word tag games..n his PPT and me playing around with Fonts... endless song transfers!!!

Tilak Nagar Harbour Line... Fight at Dadar to get off the train..

Walks to Chembur market on Sundays.. and endless banter with Purni...Chitti's special Paneer..

Idiosyncracies.. Bandra Fort.. and the things that went with it..the Message Marathon..

Mahalaxmi temple.. Siddhi Vinayak' Siddhi..

The high Rise at Worli and the contrasting black sea..Walking on the parapet along Marine drive..

Chittappa accompanying me to the station while on his morning stroll..

Vijaya aunty, uncle and our laughter Riot..

Uchita and Vada Pav...The call and the Result..

My trip to Pune.. watching the most useless movie.. Naqaab at the Adlabs there...the Cookies from Khayani bakery... Ofcourse sir and banter with him..

Sea breeze.. varied aroma.. the rattling of the train.. the simplicity of the people..

Meeting Periappa and losing him...

I must say.. i have countless things on my mind... and perhaps this post seems.. non-sensical.. but its just some lovely things.. i fear i might loose tab off.. caught in the Busy life in my city...It's just a reminder.. for the times when i will forget to remember (perhaps..)that it is the smallest of things that make us really happy People!!!

Well.. Well..

2008-10-25T23:40:00.001+05:30

A few things a new found affection for.. for some.. refound them...

a. Coloured Eyepencils.. realised it.. when Flirtatious Farzi told me.. that my eyes lit up his day.. n bingo the idea.. chalo.. some use of useless banter!!!

b. Eddie Vedder's Song.. The Long Road.. OST.. of Dead Man Walking... The lyrics are fantabulous:

"And I wished for so long, cannot stay...
All the precious moments, cannot stay...
It's not like wings have fallen, cannot stay...
But I feel something's missing, cannot say...

Holding hands are daughters and sons
And their faiths just falling down, down, down, down...
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

We all walk the long road. Cannot stay...
There's no need to say goodbye...
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

And the wind keeps roaring
And the sky keeps turning gray
And the sun is set
The sun will rise another day...

We all walk the long road. Cannot stay...
There's no need to say goodbye...
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today
How I've wished for so long
How I wish for you today

We all walk the long road (3x)"

For the uniniitated.. here's the song...

Lovely song aint it??? n Lovelier Movie... Sean Penn.. ahh!!!!

c. Picked up my diary.. to pen in some poetry... after years...touched that book..

d. Richard Bach's Book : A gift of Wings... Awesome read...

e. Laughing away.. as I tackle the humongous volume of the Hitchhiker' Guide to the Galaxy..

Neway thats it... Ciao!!! Yenjai!

Ban on Cigs..

2008-10-14T20:50:00.000+05:30

Post the SC decision to ban smoking... delhi truly has become a cleaner neater place... I can feel that in the air.. I find lesser stubs on the road.. And I think for all those who suffer from respiratory problems.. it will surely be a relief..

I noticed the change particularly this sunday.. when i went to a resturant.. where ppl usually come to chit-chat, listen to the music, hav a drink if they please and leave. The music for me is the major attraction to head there.. and ofc the fact that we have haunted the place all through Law!!! The place now seems so clean.. that now the air earlier seems as though it was grey... U can otice the people in the pic now.. behind me.. earlier.. that wd have been.. err.. MI-4?

As there are old endings, and new beginnings.. life has to move on.. for a couple of smoker friends of mine.. who complain.. I'd only say smile.. you're getting rid of a bane!!!

Honest, the idea that i dont see ppl with cigs in their hands all that often is new, different.. and perhaps a little uneasy.. but I guess we better get used to it!!!

Nahi to.. Jane kya Hoga Rama Re??? (I hope you remember the song!!!)

Mississippi Mud Pie....

2008-10-11T19:40:00.000+05:30

Mississippi reminds me of my mum making me write the spelling 10 times... also of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn.. two charecters i enjoyed reading as a teenager!!! But the third thing... and perhaps the most pleasant of these is that am transported back to the Heavenly flavour of Big Chill.. where almost always I gorge on this High Calorie Calling...so much so for my much gorged papaya mid-morn treat!!!

Big Chill is this Resturant at Delhi' upmarket.. Khan.. they have 2 resturants there and one more at GK.. I think they serve some of the best italian I have ever let my lips taste.. the pasta is always impeccable.. and the one hour in the waiting,, seems justified..

So who introduced me to MMP? my sis... a connoiseur of the place.. I remember the first time we went was when I was in grad.. after my ah-so-revelating experience..(read haircut/trim)... Now its almost a ritual that i head out for an MMP after a snip.. trust me.. Heaven Is what I feel!!!

Well.. that is Gloria Estefan's song.. except that she finds Heaven without someone.. but yeh.. may i borrow and alter it at this one!!! Well if you see me.. you might not believe me if i said.. food and sleep interest me the least.. but ask my mum.. and she'll tell you what a tyrant "Kuch Bhi" ans i Give when she wants an opinion on the menu...but MMP is one thing I think rarely twice about.. but today.. I did.. twice.. wondering if i nee another helping!!!

P.S... I think I deserve a free vouchur to Big Chill now.. What Say????

Vijaya Dashami...

2008-10-09T12:16:00.000+05:30

It is Dashami today.. the last day of Navaratri celebrations... I have wat we call a Golupadi(steps of dolls) arranged for the nine days... and today..the last.. we will put them rest for the year..

Navratri has always been special.. its quite an enthusiastic affair putting up golu n all.. and all friends trickling in... many north indians intgrigued by our idea of celebrating navratri.. Guests are expected to sing.. and my mum ah-so-ecstatically narrates the socializing theme behind the set up!!!

Navmi is officil holiday from work and studies.. except in corporates ofcourse.. We keep all our books covered in new cloth.. forth a pic/idol of saraswati.. and next morn .. old or young.. everyone has to study.. but Navmi.. is Chutti..

I remember my days frm music class.. When we used to have a class on Dashami.. and learn a new song without fail.. to symbolize "Vidya arambham" (the beginning of New learning) We met our friends from all other classes.. and had a gala time dressed in traditional Pattu Pavadai (Lehenga!)!!! Even though its years that I've left music class.. i still fondly remember Lakshmi aunty on every other day!!

Also.. this was the first year.. i din't HAVE TO begin preperations for any exams!!! My work though still ensures I STUDY.. and yesterday I did a dissection of the Innovation Act.. I must say.. I feel like studying.. I read my fav chapter on Freedom of Speech and Expression, My fav Jurist.. and am thinking if its a good day to go back to my much loved calculus and algebra... Watsay? Vidya (Re)Arambham True style!!!!

Happy Vijaya Dashami.. May the Winner in Each one of us.. Shine!!!!

The Day the music Dies...

2008-09-30T09:22:00.000+05:30

I come back, I write.. after almost 8 months.. and am particularly low right now.. I am listening to American Pie by Don Mclean.. feel morose.. dont want to talk to anybody and feel extremely alone and insecure...

I have been lucky thrice over the last two weeks.. I escaped the blast of 14th Sept by 10 mins.. sitting in my fav Central Park with a dear friend.. who tells me later he wanted to spend another hour over there.. then saved my neck and back.. thanks to some glass from a horrendous RTV crashing down upon me.. and then 27th when.. i again.. was in CP.. at a safer (i think!!) CCD meeting an online pal.

I have been silent for no particular reason.. may be the only reason has been Life.. As i feel somewhat weird in a place i claimed to know like the back of my hand... I wonder wat is in store next.. And everytime something shakes up this much loved city of mine.. I fear.. it will be the day the Music shall Die...

This is a mixed post... I wonder if you think i've lost it,,, but as American Pie transcends into its low-note end.. I hope the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost will be back.. to restore and let us know..That it is not the Day the Music Dies!!!

2008-01-31T21:40:00.000+05:30

If I had to dedicate one song to you,
I am sure I'd sing my heart out..
And when I would let you know, how much i care..
My lungs would scrape and shout..
For you my friend is all I feel
that love does bitterness never yield..
and u sing forever that happy song
at your altar may sound a pleasant gong..

And then in time when its rough tide to sail,
May courage dignity and honour prevail..
May in the end when the war is done,
Sing away to happiness one..
A song for me.. and a song for you,
Hoping it stays forever true.....

Hitting it... Bull's Eye!!!!

2007-05-31T21:17:00.001+05:30

I live a life that I never imagined I would… it is as boring as you’d wish it never to be…. while I have a life that any normal person in his senses would have made livelier, more interesting… I just choose not to…. That’s just me.

When I say any normal person would have made life livelier, all I mean is that any guy unlike me would have found nothing monotonous as I think it to be. I own a flashy apartment, a flashy car; do not have any embarrassing events to recount, as far as I can remember, no relationship hassles…. I must be thankful…. I must be…. but it’s just Me.

I work as an advertising executive… that’s how I call myself… when some pretty gal at a bar asks me. They really don’t know what exactly I do… of course until I decide to reveal. I like to play defensive… my tennis too is that way. I’m not much of a hard-hitter or attacker, I’d rather just save myself from being hurt.

So what I really do, rather what pushes my work is my head…. all I do is put in the entire colour to the world around. I’m not the guy who takes care of the creativity, but I’m the guy who fuels that into those Asses. I guess colouring the lives of lifeless objects, I have left my life’s portrait empty…. until now.

Jen disagrees with me. My buddy, my companion, my sister. Jen doesn’t live a life as high flying as mine, works at the bookstore, then goes every week to read to the visually challenged, tries to hitch me to double date with one of her pals, who I always think is a lesbian…. Keeps borrowing on me, and slipping more than she owes, the very next day into my letterbox with a gracious “thank you” note. She is the only one I trust solely. She is my best friend. Except when it comes to hitting the Bull’s Eye, there is nothing she can’t beat me at.

Jen assures me that all I need to do is spice up… add some zing to my life. After watching the last “hushed up” campaign I had produced, she was convinced that I needed help. She argued, even this afternoon, when she called, that it was this block in my head I needed to remove. She persuaded me to take her to dinner and ditched me the last moment… but no respite, she had a date arranged for me. She played this hide-and-seek game more often now…. No more dinners were my decision.

But tonight was different. That’s why I decide to pen what happened. There was this pretty attractive girl…Jen had these friends from here and there, she is quite a social person you see. I did not bother to know from Jen, how she knew her. I thought it was pointless. That would be the only thing that would get us talking. All I had to do was be polite, talk of the world and its ways, wrap up dessert as soon as I could and head homewards. This is what was on my mind. But the moment I started speaking to her, I realized this was meant to be different. She was not of the IQ of a rocket-scientist, nor was she a dumb blonde; she was a red head actually. We hardly spoke, just ate and all we discussed was the food! As she described the flaw with the penne’, I realized I had something going my way.

I opened up then…. I realized we shared similar fears, of not being with the right people and ending up realizing too late, when kids would be of a tender age, when it would be hard for them to cope up with. We discussed work, perhaps the first person I so openly told about my fuelling of ideas and moolah and she listened intently. She was a chef…. Who had quit her job to take a break. The smell and thought of food had got on to her, so much so that she wondered if she was heading to be a nervous wreck.

Then came time to bid goodbye… she didn’t let me pay the check. She insisted she took care of the bill, and slipped her card in. That charmed me…. Never did I expect a woman to pay for my wine and dine. She bid a friendly goodbye, called for a cab and walked her way out. She was unlike the regular, “when do we meet next??” types, nor was she flighty. She was herself…. I thought…. Just like me.

I went straight down the road; my home was a couple of blocks away. As I thought of her I realized I didn’t have her number…. But I was relieved…. There was Jen to my rescue. I headed straight to her apartment, and decided to go up. Realizing she may be in bed, with the fever and cold, she had so horribly pretended to have this evening, I decided to leave my first ever note in her letterbox. It said, “Jen, thanks for the first ever sensible thing you’ve done to me…. She didn’t let me have the check…. When can I see her next?”

As I reached home and opened my letterbox, I found one of those crappy notes from Jen. It said, “Don’t loose this one Jim…. It’ll cost you a lot….” She never signed or anything…. I just always know it is her.

I rushed up, out of curiosity called her and asked her, wondering why would it cost me too much??? Jen replied, “She owns the goddamn place, is planning a launch of processed foods and was looking for an advertising genius coupled with a pleasant date.” I just hung up.

I was baffled… Had I goofed up, leaking all my secrets to someone I hadn’t met a few hours ago??? I was annoyed with myself, for what I had done. No wonder I preferred a monotonous life…. with no such goof up to bother me. Just then the phone rung… I was sure it was Jen. It wasn’t. It was the woman I had just met. All she said, “I am all yours…. My restaurant chain is yours…. Do whatever you please, just don’t embarrass me. Don’t let me regret this night.” At this I was stunned, my mouth was open…. And she hung up.

The next thing I did was called Jen. Her phone didn’t ring, went on the engaged tone constantly. Had she left the receiver off the hook or was she talking to someone…. about me???? Oh no! That was the last thing I would want to happen!!!!

I continue to try, but can’t get through. I’ve given up for the night. Tomorrow shall be a new day. I just hope this buddy of mine doesn’t decide to wreck me with another of her shots in the air. All I can say for now…. Buddy this time, you got the Bull’s Eye!

Spirit in Life!!!

2007-05-31T21:16:00.001+05:30

Cocktails and Mocktails are my favourite - they are quite my life. I guess you are starting to get the wrong picture, I’m not the drunkard living at the corner of your street – I’m the guy who gets him to his high. I am just a bar-tender, a complete teetotaler, who gets his amusement in life, mixing flavours he has never let his lips touch, yet is a genius at it.

I own a modest bar… it is not one of those shady corners where the youth hang around, the ones who hang around here are into serious business. There are primarily two genres of people coming here - either their lives are a mockery, which is why they cork it up with a cocktail, or all they have done is fight around like a cock and choose to smoothen the effect with a mocktail. This is no joke, I tell you… it is serious stuff. And I am not bragging away to glory… you shall soon realize.

My customers stick to me like super-glue. Once they are at my place, there’s nowhere else for them to go. Walking out every night, two buddies would sing ecstatically, “You can check out anytime that you like, but you can never leave!” I thought it was a compliment…of course it was…. If I deserved a song such as this… I was something!

Let me tell you about these two contrasting cronies. If you’d see them you’d wonder what kept them together… Not that they were Laurel and Hardy incarnates… but in a more abstract sense, yes. Two totally different characters, different ideologies, yet a common thread stringing through. While one was high strung in life, very serious about everything he said and did, the other was the most easy-going lad I had ever seen. Let’s call them Rob and Will, shall we?? I have seen them sit at that very corner of the bar every day, until last week.

While Rob was the mocktail guy, I knew his choice perfectly. Smooth, shaken and the flavour being even all over… So were the things he worked around with. Will, of course, being the cocktail fan chose a different one every night, the high he hit every time, was new, so much so that he’d at times start believing that he could fly, and more so, make others, including me, believe, that he really could.

So every evening, they both would walk in a few minutes apart, Rob being late, always. Busy, efficiency, competency were part of his reason for the delay… but the moment he’d take his seat, he’d take charge and order his – “same one!” He was a modest chap… hardworking and impeccably dressed. I never knew about his folks. I don’t indulge in their private lives you see, but I could make out, his life was pretty smooth.

Will, the early one, would come in as soon as I would pull my shutters up…. Greet me politely, enquire my whereabouts and order his prompt- “something to snazz up please!” He’d get drunk quite often…. He’d call himself Icarus then. Promptly, the next day he would return, to apologize for the previous night and to enjoy another evening. He in his drunken state had muttered out quite a few secrets, that may seem of real interest to you but I’d be better off keeping you away from those.

Such was the scene everyday, for the last thirty years. I have seen these boys grow into men, absolutely contended, perfectly happy. They were quite my pals, like every one else coming in…. yet the only true appreciators of my genius…. Every time I’d serve a new creation, they’d be the first to try, comment and liven up the place.

Boy, am I going to miss them…. I never thought such a day would come. I have not seen those lads for quite a while now, the true epitome of how cocktails and mocktails should blend…. go hand in hand.

If you are wondering why I haven’t seen them around for the last week or so… well, I’m just getting around that corner. Little did I know about their work, private lives… too bad for me. Last week, they barged into my apartment, and I was pretty delighted. A little later did I realize, that these were not the Rob and Will I was so gladly entertaining, my regulars, as I referred to them, but I was just entertaining trouble. I am old you see, getting forgetful each passing day…. Little did I realize that my license to the bar had expired and that I hadn’t paid my taxes. That is when I discovered that these two were there to take possession of the only genius I possessed…. Throwing me into a huge bowl of steaming broth.

So, as my day passes, I wonder what my next venture shall be…. I am not keen to go back into business…. I’ve had enough for now. While the mocktails and cocktails have worn away their effect on me, I intend no longer to continue. All I wish is I can get out of the soup I am in, as soon as I can…. So much so, for this teetotaler.

Music n me!!!!

2007-05-31T21:15:00.001+05:30

Well, as far as music goes...i can't do more but agree wid my best friend Shivani's concerns.. for those who don't know wat it was abt... it's abt music being categorized and all.... u need to read wat she says to know exactly what she thinks..... for the abso intellectual statements she makes!
How can you categotrize something as beautiful as sound? something so pure, uncorrupted? i have to agree wid my best pal as far as this goes.... there is no way im falling trap to this segmentization.
This is not a snub to all my cool dude and dudette pals who claim to love rock or the blues.... perhaps the reason u'd never hear me say that i love a particular genre' is that i dont believe in the concept. Can you classify people as fun, cute, rude etc and expect these to stand by them at all times? These are circumstancial inferences drawn... n this stands so true for music!
Well, while an all-time fav no. of a lot of people- Wish You Were Here... by Waters, Gilmour of the Pink Floyd (One of their best No.s) in my opinion is such a romantic song,.... though it is actually rock with an element of the blues.... esp. when he says 'we're just two lost souls spinning in a fish bowl...' and talks about finding the same old fear! This no. brought out such a mix of feelings and emotions... i have no words to describe! Everytime i hear it, there's a new dimension to the lyrical appeal!
The same is true for 'Tomorrow We'll See' by Sting... It talks about a hooker's plight to earn her livelihood... and somewhere she says " Don't Judge Me You Could be Me, In Another Life, Aanother set of Circumstances", It stands so true for anything n anybody.
In my opinion, yes, the orchestrization does add soul to music, but what gives it depth??? The lyrics ofcourse. Say a song like 'You Sang to Me' by Marc Anthony be scored as a rock no..... what would it be? I guess i'd never give it a second hear!
For all those who know me to be the Music Buff that i am.... you'd know i hardly ever cared for the frills of music... n i guess i never will. Be it the clanging of Nirvana's Composition or the melody of Kenny G... as long as it strikes a chord in my heart... it is mine. And as long as this heart beats and my ears ache for the melody... music to me will be nothing but purely... Food for my Soul!
I'd Like my gravestone to read.... Someone who struck the most melodious chord in Our Hearts!

Cruisin' Together

2007-05-31T21:04:00.000+05:30

I am listening to the Gweyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis.... "Cruising Together".. I wonder if you've ever heard the song.. but hearing it, there's just one word that defines how I feel about the lyrics and the melody striking my eardrums....BREEZY.....
"You're gonna fly away Glad you're goin' my way I love it when we're cruisin' together Music is played for love Cruisin' is made for love I love it when we're cruisin' together "
The chorus, in my opinion, is fantabulous... though a lot of you might not think much of it... but you can't disagree that it does strike a chord in the heart! I love this song,... and every time i hear it.. it is as though i am standing at the deck of a ship and singing it.. now whether I imagine a Star Virgo or a Motorboat varies from time to time!!!! It's not a typically romantic song but yes it has the element of love to it.. for me the love lies in the music... and am cruisin' with the song into a dreamy world!
The video is very simplistic though... the singers in the recording studio... enjoying every second of their vocal cruise... I actually would love to be there some day... headphones, microphone, console' et al... the wires running thru and under the mat.. the soundproof room... hmmmm......that's where I'd perhaps wanna cruise someday!!!! Being behind that microphone is not really an essential in my dream... its just that the whole experience of putting something so pure and divine together that matters... where sound, music and nothing but the soul co-exist...
A cruise through this dream sends an adrenaline rush through my body...i really donno if it'll ever happen...or how for that matter, but am sure of one thing.. that i am not giving up! there shall be another blog Whenever I make this happen.... Until then and beyond...Music was made for MY love, and I Love it when we're Cruisin' together