They say all these miles keep us together, but I don't believe a word of it. You seem farther away, further rather.
Are you coming back to stay, for a night at least? If not, I'll close the door. To my heart, mind and soul.
This title comes from Coldplay's 2000 miles. My shuffle played it while I was writing this post.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
One of those yawn days which gave rise to a story. Couldn't think of a title, if anyone out there reads my posts and you have a suitable title, do drop a message!
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She tossed her umbrella sideways and turned, he was calling out her name. She stopped and stared.
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She tossed her umbrella sideways and turned, he was calling out her name. She stopped and stared.
“I thought I asked you not to follow me! Go home,” she urged. He looked into her eyes, she felt herself melting under his gaze.
“I can’t go home without you,” he said. “I need you right now.”
Finally, she thought. “You agree that you can’t be without me even for a minute,” she smirked. He jerked his forward pointedly in reply.
“Is that your way of saying yes,” she asked and smiled triumphantly.
He grinned widely and said, “You have the house keys and my wallet. If you pass them here I can get going.”
She half-opened her mouth in surprise and threw the keys at him. Folding her umbrella, she ran towards him and hugged him tight.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I cannot catch a break!
Moving to Bangalore is the toughest test for me yet. Person A who was supposed to move in with me has found a place and so I'm left in he lurch. But it's OK I guess, I'm happy for her. I, meanwhile, have to start from scratch.
So if anyone in Bangalore is looking for a roommate near Indiranagar/Sanjay Nagar, do give me a shout. Please!
So if anyone in Bangalore is looking for a roommate near Indiranagar/Sanjay Nagar, do give me a shout. Please!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Good news, somewhat - 2
Remember the whole offer from two companies? Well, both of them HAD to get back to me today with their formal offers. And I have made a decision. Former. (Go check my earlier posts if you want to make head or tail out of this.) And some people are pissed by this. I know it's not conventional, to give it a tag; but it'll be different. I hope and I know. 6 months OK? If I fail I'll come back. But I won't. I want to do something different and what's wrong with that? Why must one always take the safer route? What happened to following Frost's poem in real life? Why should it stop with just reading and understanding?
Monday, July 30, 2012
23 things about turning 23
As long as I'm distracted, procrastinating and listening to jazz I might as well document this before it's too late. Who knows I might turn 24 in another 11 months!
1. The most obvious one goes first: Being a girl and seeing almost everyone on your FB getting married, I was swamped with pictures and updates. That's OK, because I didn't succumb to pressure. Just keep your head up and walk away, but don't forget to stop and appreciate the pictures!
2. I realized who my *real* friends are. Not just the ones who can make time for you, but the ones with whom you can be comfortably silent. Even if you go by long periods without talking, you both know where to start.
3. The big C affected my life in a big way: career. Changes things a lot. Currently being self-employed (my friend asked to me change it instead of half-employed) makes me appreciate the fact that a job is worth having. You may crib, rant and rave about it, but trust me it's worth having one; let's you take the focus off other problems.
4. Travel, travel, travel! Enough has been written, spoken and discussed about it. So travel when you can (this applies a LOT to me). I firmly believe that one shouldn't settle down before one has seen quarter of the world at least. Life experiences are a must.
5. I got my heart broken, and not just necessarily by the opposite sex. What I thought was real only got shattered, friends who seemed trustworthy showed their true colors.
6. Discovered that I'm an awesome wingwoman. Period.
7. Also realized that it's tough for me to say no to people I care about. Don't ask me why, but it's definitely not because I want to please people. I just love them way too much.
8. After being in an unrewarding friendship for 4 years, I realized I *can* be as patient as, to mildly put it and no offence, nature. In that period, I wasn't all that short tempered, rash and hasty as I used to be. I've learned to be patient for the good and also sometimes during wrong situations (which I'm trying to remedy)
9. Some people, no most people, aren't worth it.
10. I've made peace with my past, which in turn has worked out to my benefit! I've accepted things as they are, especially in tense situations. When you embrace it, nothing can worry you!
11. Hostel life has taught me a lot. Late night parties, talking with friends, soul searching conversations during power cuts, getting high, losing weight, falling in love with a new city and its dosais and all that will always remain in my memory. I don't know about friends for life, but there are a couple of them who I believe I will walk a long distance with.
12. I think I've finally found what I want to do. My passion and a way to earn my daily bread: Writing. I know I'm not that all that great, my blog doesn't have a million followers neither does my Twitter account, but there are some kind people out there who love the way I write and that's enough.
13. Sometimes people want to help you, no matter how much you dissuade them from doing so. I've tried arguing with them, but they refuse to budge. But I guess that's all right.
14. I have also found a person who patiently listens to me and then disagrees with me, a person who tries not to get angry with me but then has that moment where the person loses control, and then gets back to normal and forgets all about it, a person who smothers me with affection and encourages me to talk about whatever bothers me (and then advises me) and a person who cracks insane-but-bearable mokkais.
15. Started to jog and trying to keep a routine in place. I miss it on some days but I try to keep up.
16. Even if it's a cliche, travelling alone is a revelation even for short distances. For instance, I made a bus-friend, a Manipuri who loves Tamil films! Our bus got delayed by 3 hours and we reached Chennai by 1 am. Helped her get a cab and saw to it that she reached home safe. Now if that's not an adventure, I don't know what is!
17. I love my mother with each passing day and I miss my father (even though we fight a lot and end up yelling at each other, him at me more than the other way around). My sister is one of the funniest and beautiful persons I'll ever meet.
18. Strangers make an impact. While covering a story, mother of the subject was shocked to learn that I had left music after 6 years and urged me to take it up.
19. I've realized that books are my greatest comfort and are only the permanent inheritance I can pass on to my children/near and dear ones.
20. I have mixed reactions about children and I don't know if I want to have in the near future. Pets are a bigger and firmer no.
21. I absolutely adore cooking, especially for others. When it comes to me I'm really lazy to get up and make something. But if anyone else is hungry or wants to something to eat, I find myself whipping something up for them. Gives me the greatest joy!
22. As much as I'm a tomboy in certain aspects, I'm a total girl in others. Like shoes and bags (maybe not designer ones but cheap imitations are good enough for now).
23. Life's too short to have a grudge, a drink can solve most problems, laughing at myself is fun, a sarcastic comment does wonders, taking revenge is childish and overrated, sometimes being a bitch is necessary, gossip takes my mind off things, letting go is the best decision I've ever taken.
Can't wait to turn 24!
1. The most obvious one goes first: Being a girl and seeing almost everyone on your FB getting married, I was swamped with pictures and updates. That's OK, because I didn't succumb to pressure. Just keep your head up and walk away, but don't forget to stop and appreciate the pictures!
2. I realized who my *real* friends are. Not just the ones who can make time for you, but the ones with whom you can be comfortably silent. Even if you go by long periods without talking, you both know where to start.
3. The big C affected my life in a big way: career. Changes things a lot. Currently being self-employed (my friend asked to me change it instead of half-employed) makes me appreciate the fact that a job is worth having. You may crib, rant and rave about it, but trust me it's worth having one; let's you take the focus off other problems.
4. Travel, travel, travel! Enough has been written, spoken and discussed about it. So travel when you can (this applies a LOT to me). I firmly believe that one shouldn't settle down before one has seen quarter of the world at least. Life experiences are a must.
5. I got my heart broken, and not just necessarily by the opposite sex. What I thought was real only got shattered, friends who seemed trustworthy showed their true colors.
6. Discovered that I'm an awesome wingwoman. Period.
7. Also realized that it's tough for me to say no to people I care about. Don't ask me why, but it's definitely not because I want to please people. I just love them way too much.
8. After being in an unrewarding friendship for 4 years, I realized I *can* be as patient as, to mildly put it and no offence, nature. In that period, I wasn't all that short tempered, rash and hasty as I used to be. I've learned to be patient for the good and also sometimes during wrong situations (which I'm trying to remedy)
9. Some people, no most people, aren't worth it.
10. I've made peace with my past, which in turn has worked out to my benefit! I've accepted things as they are, especially in tense situations. When you embrace it, nothing can worry you!
11. Hostel life has taught me a lot. Late night parties, talking with friends, soul searching conversations during power cuts, getting high, losing weight, falling in love with a new city and its dosais and all that will always remain in my memory. I don't know about friends for life, but there are a couple of them who I believe I will walk a long distance with.
12. I think I've finally found what I want to do. My passion and a way to earn my daily bread: Writing. I know I'm not that all that great, my blog doesn't have a million followers neither does my Twitter account, but there are some kind people out there who love the way I write and that's enough.
13. Sometimes people want to help you, no matter how much you dissuade them from doing so. I've tried arguing with them, but they refuse to budge. But I guess that's all right.
14. I have also found a person who patiently listens to me and then disagrees with me, a person who tries not to get angry with me but then has that moment where the person loses control, and then gets back to normal and forgets all about it, a person who smothers me with affection and encourages me to talk about whatever bothers me (and then advises me) and a person who cracks insane-but-bearable mokkais.
15. Started to jog and trying to keep a routine in place. I miss it on some days but I try to keep up.
16. Even if it's a cliche, travelling alone is a revelation even for short distances. For instance, I made a bus-friend, a Manipuri who loves Tamil films! Our bus got delayed by 3 hours and we reached Chennai by 1 am. Helped her get a cab and saw to it that she reached home safe. Now if that's not an adventure, I don't know what is!
17. I love my mother with each passing day and I miss my father (even though we fight a lot and end up yelling at each other, him at me more than the other way around). My sister is one of the funniest and beautiful persons I'll ever meet.
18. Strangers make an impact. While covering a story, mother of the subject was shocked to learn that I had left music after 6 years and urged me to take it up.
19. I've realized that books are my greatest comfort and are only the permanent inheritance I can pass on to my children/near and dear ones.
20. I have mixed reactions about children and I don't know if I want to have in the near future. Pets are a bigger and firmer no.
21. I absolutely adore cooking, especially for others. When it comes to me I'm really lazy to get up and make something. But if anyone else is hungry or wants to something to eat, I find myself whipping something up for them. Gives me the greatest joy!
22. As much as I'm a tomboy in certain aspects, I'm a total girl in others. Like shoes and bags (maybe not designer ones but cheap imitations are good enough for now).
23. Life's too short to have a grudge, a drink can solve most problems, laughing at myself is fun, a sarcastic comment does wonders, taking revenge is childish and overrated, sometimes being a bitch is necessary, gossip takes my mind off things, letting go is the best decision I've ever taken.
Can't wait to turn 24!
Friday, July 27, 2012
Good news, somewhat
Three people have started following me. But what is surprising is that when I had written a flurry of posts, even my usual followers didn't read. But when I took my hiatus (make that; became lazy) I gained three new followers! *gasp*
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
Also I have got an internship offer from a company that was the pioneer to search engines but has now gone into oblivion, slightly but is trying to revamp itself (good for you!) and attended an interview at a place I interned before. While the former is an internship, the latter is a full-time job. The former has it's office in a neighboring state and the latter is in Namma Chennai. Former is new media, latter is print. And so on. But what I do know about the latter is how much they will be paying me, something I don't know about the former.
I have to pick one and it is difficult, or as the Twitter junta put it #tuffmatch. Or not.
Will the ground split into two and make the decision for me?
Oh and speaking of decisions, a certain someone accused me of never having taken a decision.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
Also I have got an internship offer from a company that was the pioneer to search engines but has now gone into oblivion, slightly but is trying to revamp itself (good for you!) and attended an interview at a place I interned before. While the former is an internship, the latter is a full-time job. The former has it's office in a neighboring state and the latter is in Namma Chennai. Former is new media, latter is print. And so on. But what I do know about the latter is how much they will be paying me, something I don't know about the former.
I have to pick one and it is difficult, or as the Twitter junta put it #tuffmatch. Or not.
Will the ground split into two and make the decision for me?
Oh and speaking of decisions, a certain someone accused me of never having taken a decision.
For
For want of coffee, the decoction was lost,
for want of decoction, the milk was lost,
for want of milk, sugar was lost,
and for want of davara tumbler, the mind was lost.
Pretty pathetic attempt at poetry? I know. I just want some coffee, filter at that.
for want of decoction, the milk was lost,
for want of milk, sugar was lost,
and for want of davara tumbler, the mind was lost.
Pretty pathetic attempt at poetry? I know. I just want some coffee, filter at that.
Monday, July 16, 2012
I had to stop drooling
Okokok so hot. Older guys are HAWT.
I'm talking about this. THIS.
Look at Ian McKellen and Colin Firth! Ooh Christopher Walken, and Stephen Fry looks ohsocute! MYGOD Sean Bean sucha hottie. Okay the women featured are hot too. Like Meryl Streep and of course Helen Mirren.
Gary Oldman. Cha he still looks hot now.
Clint Eastwood, how can I forget you?
OK off you go now. Shoo. Go drool. And let me drool in peace. *sigh*
I'm talking about this. THIS.
Look at Ian McKellen and Colin Firth! Ooh Christopher Walken, and Stephen Fry looks ohsocute! MYGOD Sean Bean sucha hottie. Okay the women featured are hot too. Like Meryl Streep and of course Helen Mirren.
Gary Oldman. Cha he still looks hot now.
Clint Eastwood, how can I forget you?
OK off you go now. Shoo. Go drool. And let me drool in peace. *sigh*
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Why I still get up at 5.45 am
To see something like this.
And sometimes, this.
But a whole lot of joy!
But a whole lot of joy!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Old girl, new rage
You know what happens to rage when you suppress it for a while? It turns into utmost depression. Now I'm not blaming my friends who crib to me about how much their professional life sucks, in fact I'm ready to listen to problems and sympathize -- but that's all I can do. Sympathize, not empathize. And you know why? That's 'cause I have NO professional life. Nothing to do. And yes, I was supposed to join French classes but I'm worried about the timing. What if some sucker decides to employ me at the last minute? What will happen to my classes then? What about my plans to travel before I settle? I have to travel, I just have to. Alone. Or with a bunch of random people. But I want to, I have to. Every time some one tells me they've done nothing worthwhile in life, I take a look back into mine. What have I done that is so noteworthy, besides winning a couple of Bhagavad Gita competitions, memorizing the Aditya Hrudayam, Vishnu Sahasranamam and crushing on Rahul Dravid (even now)? Nada.
Let's face it.
My life has been quite disappointing to say the least. My stash of chocolates have also disappeared. Sigh.
Let's face it.
My life has been quite disappointing to say the least. My stash of chocolates have also disappeared. Sigh.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
ECSTATIC AND ALL THAT
YAYAYAY! I'm resisting the urge to not type in caps, cannot able to and all that. Excitement is coming, I'm forgetting the English language.
So at about 11.45 am today when I was having an early lunch the doorbell rang. As usual thinking it was the maid, my mum got up to answer the door with a customary why-are-you-late question. Only it wasn't her. A guy asked for "Apoorva Sripathi?"
Amma: Yes, my daughter
Guy: Delivery from Flipkart
Me: *Putting the down plate, forgetting yechal and other nonsense brahmin traditions raised hands in mock celebration.* The book is here! Yaaaaaaaaaaay, what a wonderful way to spend my.. er.. your money, amma!
Amma to courier guy: Ok, thanks
Me: *Plate in one hand, ripping apart the packaging with the other*
Took me 4 minutes exactly to rip off packaging, and I didn't even use my teeth. This as opposed to opening the package with two hands which takes me almost 15 minutes. I think I was also quite desperate to see the book and more importantly Dravid's autograph. (Apparently only a select few will get it. Unfair no?)
After making the book pose in various positions and uploading the same on Facebook and Twitter, I've kept it on the shelf for weekend reading. Even if it means I'm going to Bangalore.
P.S. Dravid didn't autograph my copy, tche.
So at about 11.45 am today when I was having an early lunch the doorbell rang. As usual thinking it was the maid, my mum got up to answer the door with a customary why-are-you-late question. Only it wasn't her. A guy asked for "Apoorva Sripathi?"
Amma: Yes, my daughter
Guy: Delivery from Flipkart
Me: *Putting the down plate, forgetting yechal and other nonsense brahmin traditions raised hands in mock celebration.* The book is here! Yaaaaaaaaaaay, what a wonderful way to spend my.. er.. your money, amma!
Amma to courier guy: Ok, thanks
Me: *Plate in one hand, ripping apart the packaging with the other*
Took me 4 minutes exactly to rip off packaging, and I didn't even use my teeth. This as opposed to opening the package with two hands which takes me almost 15 minutes. I think I was also quite desperate to see the book and more importantly Dravid's autograph. (Apparently only a select few will get it. Unfair no?)
After making the book pose in various positions and uploading the same on Facebook and Twitter, I've kept it on the shelf for weekend reading. Even if it means I'm going to Bangalore.
P.S. Dravid didn't autograph my copy, tche.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Months
It has been a month. A successful, glorious month. Read into it all you want but only some of you know what it is. To the others I say: Go figure.
It has also been 6 months, this again connects to the earlier sentence so very few people can decipher it. The lesser, the better.
It will be 2 months. This isn't connected to the earlier sentences but I'm hoping this gets over quickly. I'm running out of entertainment. Unless one of you is kind enough to send Rahul Dravid to my house... Hello, for a friendly chat, okay? It's not what you think. Tche tche.
It has also been 6 months, this again connects to the earlier sentence so very few people can decipher it. The lesser, the better.
It will be 2 months. This isn't connected to the earlier sentences but I'm hoping this gets over quickly. I'm running out of entertainment. Unless one of you is kind enough to send Rahul Dravid to my house... Hello, for a friendly chat, okay? It's not what you think. Tche tche.
Friday, June 29, 2012
BOTD - 2
I skipped a day I know. I'm terribly bad at following up with let's say stuff. Also since I have so much time to kill, I don't really feel the need to keep myself busy, in other words I'm lazy and cannot get my ass off that couch.
Now back to the post. Today I'm featuring: Mugshot-Monday.
Hello, this is HAS to be the coolest website I've seen since bookshelfporn. A-what-now? Bookshelves ok? That's the only kind of porn I watch, anyway that website is for later. Back to Mugshot for now.
The description says its all: "A collection of really rad folks and their mugs" and I couldn't agree more. Forget Monday, I'd drool over this everyday, wouldn't you? You can send your mugshot as well. Apparently this site also helps people find their partners, networks and if you're lucky--a job! (That reminds me I must send my mugshot, I'd get lucky maybe.)
The website filter mugshots by cities in the U.S so if you want to see how mugs differ from city to city, there you go. It also profiles people featured. To sum up great looking mugs, go get your drool on then!
Ooh my favorite mug is bright canary yellow, what color is yours?
Now back to the post. Today I'm featuring: Mugshot-Monday.
Hello, this is HAS to be the coolest website I've seen since bookshelfporn. A-what-now? Bookshelves ok? That's the only kind of porn I watch, anyway that website is for later. Back to Mugshot for now.
The description says its all: "A collection of really rad folks and their mugs" and I couldn't agree more. Forget Monday, I'd drool over this everyday, wouldn't you? You can send your mugshot as well. Apparently this site also helps people find their partners, networks and if you're lucky--a job! (That reminds me I must send my mugshot, I'd get lucky maybe.)
The website filter mugshots by cities in the U.S so if you want to see how mugs differ from city to city, there you go. It also profiles people featured. To sum up great looking mugs, go get your drool on then!
Ooh my favorite mug is bright canary yellow, what color is yours?
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
New series - BOTD (Blog of the day)
BOTD-1
I'm going to start a series where I feature blogs/tumblrs dedicated to things I adore such as books, coffee, clothes, shoes and bags, cupcakes and pretty much everything that catches my fancy.
Today I'm featuring: Prettybooks. You don't really need a stronger reason than the tumblr's title: Books!
One of my favorite posts features a girl cribbing to a guy on reading a book. She says that once she starts reading she'll eventually get to the end of it and that'll be it. The guy asks her to re-read it and I love her answer to that: "But this is the ONLY chance I'll ever have to read the book for the FIRST time!"
I agree. Some books are special and I feel sad when I finish them. Of course I can always re-read them but it doesn't beat reading them for the first time, finding out the plot, falling in love with the book and its characters, living their lives and then come back to reality with a bang. I also have this nasty (as some people call it) habit of reading the last few pages first to find out how the book ends. I know, I know I can see the daggers in your eyes, but hey I'm *extremely* impatient and this is one habit I cannot get rid of.
I'm currently re-reading Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express. I'm an out-and-out Hercule Poirot fangirl, I adore his egg shaped head and his oily mustache! I'm also working on building a collection of Hercule Poirot mysteries so if you have any of them and if you're going to get rid of it, please do give it to me! I'll be thankful.
Which book are you currently re-reading? And what is your nasty book habit (if you have one)!
I'm going to start a series where I feature blogs/tumblrs dedicated to things I adore such as books, coffee, clothes, shoes and bags, cupcakes and pretty much everything that catches my fancy.
Today I'm featuring: Prettybooks. You don't really need a stronger reason than the tumblr's title: Books!
One of my favorite posts features a girl cribbing to a guy on reading a book. She says that once she starts reading she'll eventually get to the end of it and that'll be it. The guy asks her to re-read it and I love her answer to that: "But this is the ONLY chance I'll ever have to read the book for the FIRST time!"
I agree. Some books are special and I feel sad when I finish them. Of course I can always re-read them but it doesn't beat reading them for the first time, finding out the plot, falling in love with the book and its characters, living their lives and then come back to reality with a bang. I also have this nasty (as some people call it) habit of reading the last few pages first to find out how the book ends. I know, I know I can see the daggers in your eyes, but hey I'm *extremely* impatient and this is one habit I cannot get rid of.
I'm currently re-reading Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express. I'm an out-and-out Hercule Poirot fangirl, I adore his egg shaped head and his oily mustache! I'm also working on building a collection of Hercule Poirot mysteries so if you have any of them and if you're going to get rid of it, please do give it to me! I'll be thankful.
Which book are you currently re-reading? And what is your nasty book habit (if you have one)!
Monday, June 25, 2012
Four years!
*Tan ta ra tananana tan ta ra and drumroll*
Whoa it's been four years since I started blogging and I didn't realize it!
Before you think today is the anniversary of my blog, let me clarify by stating that my first post was on the 25 of February 2008. I took a random peek at all my posts and went back to the very first post on a whim and behold 4 years has passed by.
And how many posts in 4 years? 200? 356?
Nope.
A mere 79. [This includes all the drafts that are waiting to be posted and some blank posts that I have to delete, please remind me dear non existent reader(s).]
I can attribute this tardiness to only one thing. Procrastination. As some people close to me point out (I think it's my inner self, really) I put the 'pro' in procrastination. And also on some days I'm not all that creative or thoughtful. No mood I guess. Meh.
But this blog has seen me through my productive days, non productive days, romantic days (yeah, right), hungry ones, downright bored days, sleepy days and the like. I want to give a senti speech and all that but I'm never one for sentiments except for that one time when I was watching Harry Potter with cousin, sister and friend in the theatre and I cried like a baby when Dobby died. (Also said cousin embarrassed me by yelling, "ARE YOU CRYING? SHEESH!)
So, right. This is one of the things that keep me going and though updating it is not a routine it is a necessity, an enjoyable one at that!
YAY. May you go on strong like the ammi kal* in my balcony, which has been hidden thanks to enormous money plant sitting right on it.
P.S. This makes it my 79th post, but who's counting?
Ammi kal = grinding stone
Whoa it's been four years since I started blogging and I didn't realize it!
Before you think today is the anniversary of my blog, let me clarify by stating that my first post was on the 25 of February 2008. I took a random peek at all my posts and went back to the very first post on a whim and behold 4 years has passed by.
And how many posts in 4 years? 200? 356?
Nope.
A mere 79. [This includes all the drafts that are waiting to be posted and some blank posts that I have to delete, please remind me dear non existent reader(s).]
I can attribute this tardiness to only one thing. Procrastination. As some people close to me point out (I think it's my inner self, really) I put the 'pro' in procrastination. And also on some days I'm not all that creative or thoughtful. No mood I guess. Meh.
But this blog has seen me through my productive days, non productive days, romantic days (yeah, right), hungry ones, downright bored days, sleepy days and the like. I want to give a senti speech and all that but I'm never one for sentiments except for that one time when I was watching Harry Potter with cousin, sister and friend in the theatre and I cried like a baby when Dobby died. (Also said cousin embarrassed me by yelling, "ARE YOU CRYING? SHEESH!)
So, right. This is one of the things that keep me going and though updating it is not a routine it is a necessity, an enjoyable one at that!
YAY. May you go on strong like the ammi kal* in my balcony, which has been hidden thanks to enormous money plant sitting right on it.
P.S. This makes it my 79th post, but who's counting?
Ammi kal = grinding stone
Because he loved her
Her lashes blinked rapidly. As she looked at the rain-stained window, two raindrops were racing each other, "racing against time," she thought. She shook her head and went back to work. He was here again to oversee his subordinates. "Always here," she muttered. She watched him with complete annoyance as he walked here and there, cracking jokes and laughing with his head thrown back. How was it that people always surrounded him? And how does he talk to everyone? Why do they all talk to him? Questions ran through her head, she felt dizzy and sat down. "As long as he doesn't interfere with my work I'm content." As she finished muttering to herself, he stood right before her with a questioning glance.
-"Where is the article you were supposed to hand in two days ago?"
- "It's on your table. I finished it a day earlier."
- "Oh. I couldn't find it then, make another copy and give it to me right away."
- "Why don't you search for it, in any case I don't want to waste paper." (Did I say waste paper, god that is the worst comeback ever!)
- "Those environment-friendly types you are? You can worry about saving the planet from tomorrow, right now I want the article."
- "Fine, I'll give it to you but after that I'm going home."
He watched her move around quickly to the printer. He stared at her fixedly and made no attempt to hide his amusement at her clumsiness. Laughing pointedly, he addressed her, "God! I've seen enough. Here, let me do it." As he pulled the paper out of the printer, she watched with irritation. "This is how you print an article," he remarked. Grabbing the paper out of his hand, she hurriedly wrote her name and gave it to him. "I have to leave now, if there's anything else you have to tell me give me a call. My number is on the desk."
Still staring at her, he took the paper and grinned at her. "Sure I'll give you a call," he called back after her. She walked on ignoring him. He stared happily.
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Sitting down with a cup of hot chocolate and a book she felt relieved to be sitting inside her house, away from the cold rain. She was disturbed by her phone vibrating. Looking over her book she recognised the number as his. She picked the phone with a sense of trepidation. Wondering what he might want, she casually said:
- "Hello, who is this?"
- "So you don't recognise my voice now."
- "Oh it's you. What do you want?"
- "You asked me to call if there's anything else and so I did."
- "And what is it?"
- "I love you, always have, always will. Watching you print that article today only made me fall for you even more."
Silent tears at her end.
- "Are you there? Did I scare you away? Hello, hello"
- "Yes I am. Just wondering."
- "Why I love you? I have a thousand reasons..."
- "No. Why it took you so long to admit it."
Laughter at his end.
Travel for travel's sake and all that
I think my rants deserve a whole new blog, one isn't enough. Of course, for me the grass is always greener on the other side; the stars are brighter in another country and the cake tastes better when someone else is having it.
While I'm stuck at home with nothing to do (okay I can join some classes to keep myself occupied) people are traveling. You heard that right! My inner Parisian-Spaniard-Italian has desires too, you know. I've always wanted to travel since I learnt how to read and write. I've also wanted to be a chemist since I learnt the word (no, not "medical shop owner" as some of you know it and make it a point to tease me with) but that didn't happen, marks in Chemistry weren't THAT great. But traveling I can do no? Just have to cough up some money, that's all. I'm also open to people who are willing to sponsor me, so if you're out there please drop in a message or something. Don't dally. Chop chop and all that.
For a long time I didn't quite understand the obsession with Paris, frankly (the city, not the girl). And then Gossip Girl happened. I know, I know I can see a lot of you raising eyebrows. But the serial did have some gorgeous views of the city. And after that "Midnight in Paris" happened, it pays to be a Woody Allen fangirl! The scene where Owen Wilson and Marion Cotillard walk and share their thoughts about Paris, I think I became a convert. As many of you know I'm not a big fan of rain (I hate rainy days actually) but hearing Wilson describe how beautiful Paris is in the rain made me fall for the city hook, line and sinker. Darius Khondji's cinematography is to die for. Paris in the rain is breathtaking! (Quick Google some images and you'll see)
Spain's party life intrigues me the most. I took Spanish classes for a year for the sole purpose of visiting the country so that it becomes easier for me to converse and make my way around it. But it has been almost three years now and I haven't got a start. Our classes involved how to ask for help from strangers, how to order food in a restaurant-especially if you're a vegetarian, understanding football commentary and watching movies. Ten years from now if I haven't visited this beautiful, hot country I will shave my head and pierce my nose. This is a sathyam-on-burning-karpooram.
And Italy for food. Bellissima and La Dolce Vita is all I can manage for now. If I remember other words I shall call. I also make excellent pasta. Don't believe? Ask the sister, mother and fraands (they always have my back or so I assume). I'm attempting Tiramisu and once I perfect it, I'll call David Rocco to taste it. I'm sure he'll come and bring his hot wife (sometimes I watch the show only to drool at her, she is HOT ok!)
Oh oh how can I leave UK out of the equation. To me the land is all about books, castles, charming men in plaid and tweed coats with elbow patches, self-deprecating humor and accents that floor you till no end. No? Sigh, I've always wanted to study there and I came *this* close to studying there in 2008 (I think) but financial problems happened, story cut short. My secret desire is to be educated in Oxford and assist Woody Allen with script writing. #Posh, as someone I know would call it. But a girl can dream.
I guess United States of the Amrika has to be mentioned. One word: Manhattan. Two words: Gossip Girl. Three words: Upper East Side. See you at the other end! 'Ta!
Mark Twain always has this uncanny knack of saying the right things, don't you think so? So it's only fitting that he sums up this post. (It's like he meant this quote for me)
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
While I'm stuck at home with nothing to do (okay I can join some classes to keep myself occupied) people are traveling. You heard that right! My inner Parisian-Spaniard-Italian has desires too, you know. I've always wanted to travel since I learnt how to read and write. I've also wanted to be a chemist since I learnt the word (no, not "medical shop owner" as some of you know it and make it a point to tease me with) but that didn't happen, marks in Chemistry weren't THAT great. But traveling I can do no? Just have to cough up some money, that's all. I'm also open to people who are willing to sponsor me, so if you're out there please drop in a message or something. Don't dally. Chop chop and all that.
For a long time I didn't quite understand the obsession with Paris, frankly (the city, not the girl). And then Gossip Girl happened. I know, I know I can see a lot of you raising eyebrows. But the serial did have some gorgeous views of the city. And after that "Midnight in Paris" happened, it pays to be a Woody Allen fangirl! The scene where Owen Wilson and Marion Cotillard walk and share their thoughts about Paris, I think I became a convert. As many of you know I'm not a big fan of rain (I hate rainy days actually) but hearing Wilson describe how beautiful Paris is in the rain made me fall for the city hook, line and sinker. Darius Khondji's cinematography is to die for. Paris in the rain is breathtaking! (Quick Google some images and you'll see)
Spain's party life intrigues me the most. I took Spanish classes for a year for the sole purpose of visiting the country so that it becomes easier for me to converse and make my way around it. But it has been almost three years now and I haven't got a start. Our classes involved how to ask for help from strangers, how to order food in a restaurant-especially if you're a vegetarian, understanding football commentary and watching movies. Ten years from now if I haven't visited this beautiful, hot country I will shave my head and pierce my nose. This is a sathyam-on-burning-karpooram.
And Italy for food. Bellissima and La Dolce Vita is all I can manage for now. If I remember other words I shall call. I also make excellent pasta. Don't believe? Ask the sister, mother and fraands (they always have my back or so I assume). I'm attempting Tiramisu and once I perfect it, I'll call David Rocco to taste it. I'm sure he'll come and bring his hot wife (sometimes I watch the show only to drool at her, she is HOT ok!)
Oh oh how can I leave UK out of the equation. To me the land is all about books, castles, charming men in plaid and tweed coats with elbow patches, self-deprecating humor and accents that floor you till no end. No? Sigh, I've always wanted to study there and I came *this* close to studying there in 2008 (I think) but financial problems happened, story cut short. My secret desire is to be educated in Oxford and assist Woody Allen with script writing. #Posh, as someone I know would call it. But a girl can dream.
I guess United States of the Amrika has to be mentioned. One word: Manhattan. Two words: Gossip Girl. Three words: Upper East Side. See you at the other end! 'Ta!
Mark Twain always has this uncanny knack of saying the right things, don't you think so? So it's only fitting that he sums up this post. (It's like he meant this quote for me)
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
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