UFO's

.....I close my eyes, like i have back traced in a time machine (The complicated kinds...like Back to the Future prototypes, where the similarity ending at the lead being as cute as Micheal J Fox in both the cases ;-) but in this effect it more seems like "A Blast from the Past" ) Flashback...my whole life flashes past me...(Soundeffects: zip...whoosh....zip) and i feel 16 again, and as hard as i can recall i may have been looking at the mirror and fretting over zits when i am suddenly distracted by some cacophony (Grr..&*!!!....brick-brack, Zapatty...Shrugo! Frreider!) in my drawing room.

I can hear gibberish, and my instincts stall me to stay away, but smart alec me remains in a hearing distance from them. To my bewilderment, i see a funny looking green alien, she had loud make-up on, a pig tail, but red in her cheeks as her anger resonated through the hall..... (How did i know it was a "she"; well it looked better than the other ugly alien); The law of nature you see...the female counterparts are always better looking than the male species or so i would like to believe and no matter the theories, i wouldn't want it any other way - Girl-Power Yeah!

I peeped through the shining glass, the language was of of course alien, but my senses could decipher the intent, the deeper meaning of each word as it spewed out like venom at each other, literally all over the floor...

"How can you assume that i would do it"..."Why did you leave the sink dirty"..."Why is your underwear all over the house??"

Er...rubbing my ears in disbelief, i shake my head violently, Am i hearing right or "Men really are from Mars and Women from Venus!!"

I thank my stars that atleast they dont belong to the species where the female bites the head off, post love-making! or in here post a fight...that would be a little too gory for my weak heart.

Hmmm i can see some family resemblance between them and myself..looks like she has my nose and i have the guys ears...On second thoughts, am sure god has this huge "Photocopier" up in heaven/hell and churns out second by second assembly line humans with a default mechanism of every 4th output being Chinese...Boing! Boing!. They dont make it like they used to anymore..Nope.

Looks like things are cooling off a bit, and i can hear mellow sobs and whimpers, and right then i can see the man go weak in his tiny knees. Looks like the score board has just made a somersault. Its a zillion to nothing, as it last reads...with the clear winner being the "Teary eyed-Ms.Green". The man summons his ship and springs out a huge bunch of slimy moss...(I guess thats romantic in their world!! ) and Puhleeease! spare me the details of "Kissing and making up" Yuck!! No sooner than i would jump at them and scream "Get a room!!" the mother ship swallowed them and disappeared into the vast galaxy..Whoosh..and as i watched them leave i felt a sense of relief that i would never see them again!

"Wake up!! Its past eleven in the morning you sloth!! " as my chain of thoughts was broken by Dad's shrill voice...I lazily made my way to the kitchen just to see "UFO's" (Unidentified fighting objects ) back in my kitchen this time...

(Grr..&*!!!....brick-brack, Zapatty...Shrugo! Frreider!) Oh noooooooooo......not again!!

"Ma, Pa...C'mon keep it down, Will ya!!", as i head back, munching on the cracker just to hide myself for the rest of the day..rather the whole week!!!

AK - One man army vs SRK - Mr.Narcissistic

Just as i returned back from Singapore after a "strenous" holiday (Had such a blast, that i needed a holiday from a holiday when i got back!) ..i read the reviews on Aamir making it once again with "Taare Zameen Pe". I wanted to watch TZP, and make my own judgements. Reviews are all rigged. There was no chance in hell, that i would buy into media hype once more after my horrible experience with OSO. Rather it was (Oh, so??)

TPZ was all that it claimed to be and much more...it made me soft in my knees, it made me human again...it made me realise that not everything is about yourself or about how much you make. It is not about having the perfect winning streak, but smelling the flowers on the way.Extracting these heart rendering emotions out of a kiddo..takes immense courage and a hell lot of sensitivity.

Aamir as an actor, a perfectionist, a pleasure to watch, over and over again. But as a director, a revolutionary.I just wondered how can this one man, make one movie a year..and bang on gets it right...every time, time after time! It takes more than "marketing"/PR or several trips to cricketing fields to match this one buddy!!

In comparison SRK, falls one shade pale,who is but all about himself. The country adores him for his arrogance! How vain....He made a narcissistic movie "OSO" it not only massaged his bigger than life ego a massage also it did not hurt to make millions either.

Its obscene to see, in todays world that the Indian junta still worships these stars as Gods...Apparently SRK quoted in an interview he has this innate need to be loved by ALL, to be accepted and revered by ALL...Not so soon Mr.SRK...you need to earn it not force it down our throats. And I mean for heavens sake...He hams, and goes smiling all the way to the bank...K..K..Kya ho raha hai... till then let me just practise my choroegraphed hand wave..

Aussies Ki Tussi Kardi Humne....We won guys!!

Ok we lost the Test Series in Aus. They retained the "Border-Gavaskar" trophy yet again... They are the undisputed champs of Test cricket with their 16th consecutive win.Though the jubilation on the Aussie fields as Micheal Clarke..took the final wicket was painful it was not easy as we watched, them wrap the Indian side to a mere 210 runs, every Indian in their hearts knew...We were the true champions today. Sniff..Sniff...It was like a "Taare Zameen Pe" moment for me...The spirit of the game is all that matters.Sportsmanship does, just like Anil Kumble gritted his teeth in anguish and despair at the proceedings of the game, but did not say a "boo".
His eyes called out to the guardians of the game as he said "Its for all to see,.... (how unfair this series has been" is what he implied). Today i am proud to be an Indian, with likes of him pushing us to be more than what we are, m0re than what the world expects us to be...We are bloody emotional, and boy! i love it..... Kudos to you Anil, you have made us all realize it dont matter if the chips are down, its all abt never calling it the quits!!!

Yehi hai right choice Baby!

Life is all about choices aint it?

Choices that you have made and the ones that were definitely not yours.You look back and you realise there have been so many instances where things could have worked out or have gotten away in just that split moment.Like that job your dad threw away and moved to another country.And you lost all your friends not to mention your hard earned fans, (well i was very popular in kindergarden).Or the time when the drop dead gorgeous hunk broke your heart to a million pieces as he laughed you off in front of his friends.Am i glad he did that?

That for surely was his dumbest move ever.Why? Why on mother earth would i ever say that? Yeah, if he hadnt done that i would have been hanging around with a shallow guy for the rest of my teenage life. And he surely has missed something in life....Me!!!

The price we pay of being Bangalored!

I must be the millionth person to crib on the rising real estates prices of Bangalore.
But as experts have analysed..the market is going to slump slowly... The BOOM is over. And i was never a part of it and i shall never be. I missed it. So did my folks. That kind of a craze where poor farmers became millionaires over night kind of a phase... :-(
I hope i can afford my home soon...but when i think of it i would never really want what i can afford right?? Like my dream home is like "Unachievable"; Aspirational...
The jacuzzi, the huge library...the bedroom over looking the ocean...mmmmm....
I dont think i will succumb to living in a concrete jungle...Its all or NOTHING...for me..
ALAS!!! Im like this only..God..."Aise Waison ko diya hai...Mujhe bhi zara Lift karadey"...

Party Pooper..ME!

My first ever network party in town...
Giggles, Looked forward to breaking ice with a roomful of strangers.Dressed at a comfortable best, i landed at the doors of a supposedly networking party.A place where newcomers can come and make friends, get to know like minded people or i thought
so....I dragged SR out of bed that evening, had a tiff on "do we really have to go there..? i mean we hardly know anyone der"...i
had by then wasted too much time thinking about it all week and we had to go coz i said so..(Grr, im such a biatch..)..just to knw what its all about...by then had already wasted too much time choosing the right kind of outfit - nothing too brash, nor too simple lest people think i am not
fun. (He..he..being tad attractive doesnt hurt anyone does it??).SR frowned on my short sexy black skirt that was quite an
eyeful. Well, after a lot of debate i turned it down and settled for black hot pants instead.I was grateful later that
evening for that wise decision.Landed at the party place, after traveling all of Asia, damn! These one ways...Jeepers, Creepers the place looked far from inviting. A crowd at the counter to get in, people screaming for a reservation.Boy! Will i meet my kind of people here! SR grinned to himself "Yeah i told ya so?"Well now that we have traveled half the world, might as well, ahem!! Enjoy...the party! With a room full of absolute strangers!! Enter - Loud Cackling - Strangers - Introduction to some dumb weenies - They open mouth 0 - Bolt brother - Need Oxygen...We ran out to the nearest exit...
FOrgive me all the people in the world...People like me have ceased existing long before...There is no hope left..Steaks & Beer to the rescue...
No more attempts on the obvious!

Good Luck Fren!

One cold evening, i put on my jacket, kickstart my frozen bike and sped away to the nearest havenHaven of joy.The nearest cyber centre.Well, that was my only source of entertaintment in Mysore, those days..The land of retired old people.I felt so out of place there...The usual i logged onto one of the loser chat sites, hoping to find another desperate soul@ the other end.I was so happy to find a mail in my inbox from my chat friend..T2...He was definetely not the forgettable kinds, but i never thought i would hear from him againafter almost a year.He actually remembered me while he was in Finland, after like such a long timethat a girl existed...and me!Wow, he wrote such lovely emails to me, though i regret now i dont have copies of those left in my inbox, but all of that etched in my fond memories.He was much older than i was, i was awe struck.He meant success, high flying executive in a leading company and i was just a college girl, He had such nice things to talk about and he wrote so well...Swoon he inspired me so much........Now today as i recall the conversation i had with him last night, i could not believe this was the same guy.7 years have passed since i have known him, I m married to someone else and he is not. Sometimes i think, we had so much in commonbut we never had any other relationship besides having a platonic one!Well a man and a woman can be just friends! We are a fine example of that. He has never seen me and i have never seen him.We are great friends though, we know a lot of each other and care. This is a new age relation, where a thought can carry you throughal life and you are comforted that you have a friend without any biases.Im having a hateful job and he doesnt have one.i cant decide who is at his better or worse self.He is living in his past, dwelling in all the things he has lost and found But i worry abt him, i have always wanted him to get his life back in line, find a great partner and settle down, even if he happens to begay..ehehheheh!!!!I am concerned i want him to get back to what he wants to be and the man he has always been.This T2 does not suit the T2 i have known.He has class, a taste for all the finer things in life and winning was always his storyI cant see a grey side of him, for i have always looked upto him.I shall wait till this phase is over, but i will always be proud of who you he was and the man he will always be.

Cheers to the gay drink..Lovin it!

Gulped down the cherry in a hurry..Chomp, Chomp!i recall how i would giggle @ Kd for being a pathetic alcoholicfor he would just feast on Peach Schnapps! and manage to get drunk on that thing,Well most of his foolish antics were part of his character and rest left to his imagination.He would be the butt of all sniggerz...I recall we would go riding tripz on his bike and after midnight you are so shit scaredif the cop would get you under the breath test..Grouse, I could never sniff around gobs for a million buckz leave alone "in the nameof the LAW". KD would laugh out loud; ( Trust me when i say LOUD); He would stand while he rode (Nerve of that bugger when he is pissed drunk on Peach..Schna..)He would leave his hands off the handle bars...and boy would the two of us sitting behind him "FREAK"!!!!Back to reality, Well, after the usual quarrel with SR about how he doesnt love me anymore and his job is holding a better place in his heartHe suprised me on a special date after he made me wait around for an hour...We walked to Pub World where it felt special, after a long time like it was our courtship period!Munched on badly cooked meat and voila thought let me order the gay drink of all times - Ta Dah! Peach Schnapps...Boy i must say it struck my sweet toothDrool, i enjoyed it and now i know why KD - lives upto his nick ...KD in Mallu land means something like "Gay" (Kundi..blah..blah) i could never catch that lingo though!
Hats off to you KD! and Peachy Schnapps!

My companion in grey days

Well, SR introduced me to this new concept of "Blogging". Blame complacent me for not discovering this addictive trend on my own.Back then in '04, it really did not appeal to me... My account had been dead since the past 2 yrs.Here am making a conscious effort to keep it alive n 'kicking' - Kicking myself for not having written in a long time...
Something i would do all day n night....Those cherished college days.
Carefree and single - The wind in your hair - and hormones pumping!
Guess it dawns onto me what it really means to blog.Its such a release - without having to worry about being judged. I can be me.
I dont have to fake smiles, laugh at jokes that are least bit funny or compliment an awful cooking!
Whats a blog? An online diary - is what i would call it. A personal 'space' in a world where nothing can be personal.Isnt it? Who cares!
Probably when i am all wrinkled up like a prune, i can browse these lines and giggle to myself , "Gosh i was 24, and such a kid......."
My company for my old age.

Turning a new leaf

When tough times hit you, you go pointblank.Gosh, You figure this is not happening to you, you disconnect from realityand you wonder.....you try so hard playing all the events in your head over and over again, just hoping that you would just "WAKE UP"!That if i could go back in time and turn the events back in your favour, The choices you make, shape your life.
Well welcome, to the party! Reality hits.No you are not hallucinating, You are not playing a victim in a shoddy TV serial, and no you are not the president's kin.You are only human, who has been devoid of all real world pain, till now.Time to grow up.Chin up and proceed, (thats what i am preparing myself for) I am preparing myself for life.Alas i have not made it to an Ivy League.Hence i am a loser, hence says my brother.Everyone i know hate their jobs, except my husband who has so much to croon abt his boss!Not everyone can boast on that front!!Not everyone has that symmetrical face, and not everyone owns an Aston martin (Damn you bond!)Someone recently questioned me,"If i had to do something all my life, for the love of it and never get paid a dime for it, What would it be?"Thats indeed a simple question, answers to that can be plenty or none.But its only the right answer to that,can show you your north Star.I have thought so hard till my head hurt.Human mind, an ocean of muddled thoughts.I love art, the depth, the feel, the emotion that reeks out of it.But could i earn a meal a day doing that,i doubt it.Rational self takes control.Focus.This is life you are talking about, not a storyline.I quit writing five years ago, i lost all my data my creations in a second when my dad decided to format my system without even asking me.Lesson learnt.i can never be good at anything.LOSER.But my positive side gleams, If you were any good wouldnt you have tried harder - for the love of it!!Yes, true. Its so easy sometimes to take a backseat and lose all the vigour you had to make someone else's achievements your glory. You live one life, you hear the success stories of all those men and women who have arrived and i have always grown to learn that i too shall emerge. Alas, i have not been able to emerge out of the shadows of my own fear.my own insecurities.Its never too late to learn, i have decided to turn a new leaf.you can either rot, or move ahead.
"Worrying is nothing but a fast getaway on a wooden horse."

My very first expression - of love.
Had this image in my mind, It took me all but one Sunday, to make this collage.The perfect Valentine gift.A lot of thought has gone into this baby. The faces and phases of love.Bliss, jealousy, dreams, hopes, ego, anger - i have tried my best to capture all possible feelings in one frame. Everyone experiences it in different shades. Its all perception.There is no perfect relation, From all the kinds that i share and have shared in my life,i can qoute that "Its far from even being close to perfect"Be it with your folks n family, friends, or your partner.You have to make it close to what you want it to be.Its far too ambitious to even hope for a perfect kind love.Pledging your life to someone else holds a lot of compromises, a selfless heart and a choice.A choice to lose,once in a while.Trust someone else completely.Open yourself, and get ready to get hurt, Else you never really give yourself a real chance!Gosh, i could go on and on about this whole "Concept"!!Guess where this picture frame lies now???Yeah, my mom in law liked it so much that she decided to keep it!!!:-)