Height of Vellagiri

Aaj kuch toofani karte hai..aaj kuch chugiri karte hai

Lately, I have been very stressed due to personal and professional thingy...but that doesn't stop me from being my nautanki self...

I was thinking...as always...What to do when you are bored and you wanna do something idiotic?

1. Wait for someone to sneeze..then right before the moment say "Pikaaaa"-achooooo
Trust me the look on the sneezers face is awesum

2. Look out for men peeing on the roadside...Quietly go behind them and say "Bhooo" and walk off as fast as possible
The men have a "What tha..." expression

3. When you see a Ticket Checker (TC)..Look down..try to avoid them...make sure they notice...and ask you for the ticket..make a face...pout..try to act like you are about to run and when they get stern..take out your Valid First Class pass and flash it to them..
They give a look that is sure to let you know that they wanna slap you real hard..

4.Stand in the middle of the road where you know you can create a traffic jam and pretend to frantically search something from you bag.... until there are lot many honk..turn back and give them this "WTF is wrong with you" look...and walk off
If you don't hear any swears on your back...you can change my name to whatever you want

5. Stand in a strategic location in a busy road with a notebook and a pen...look up at the sky with a curious expression on your face...in regular periods say "hmmmmm".... and note something
you can surely make heads turn

6. In a crowded bus, check some guy or an uncle out...bat an eyelid...give a coy flirty expression and say "Uncle what is the time"
That expression on the face is so hilarious....just cannot be explained..

7. Press all the buttons in an elevator when you get out..

8. Buy a packet of peanuts...Go to Bandstand...ana Aim-Launch-Throw behind any huge rock...you can be sure that some couple will magically emerge from behind the rock..

9.  Stand in a market and scream "Abbe Kutte"....
you will have atleast 10 faces looking at you or searching for the Kutte 

10. Call Pizza Hut and Ask for the number of Dominos Pizza

Note: All the above points of Vellagiri are tried and tested. Do them at you own risk. Any injury caused during the acts is not the blogger's responsibility.

Aaj Kuch Toofani Karte hai....

Tax-eeeeeewww

I read a survey somewhere, 1 glass of cutting chai in Mumbai has 57 taxes levied on it..Shocking isnt it?

The same day i received an sms

Dear God,
Please give me strength to pay my IT, GST, VAT, CST, Service Tax, Sales Tax, Luxury Tax, Entertainment Tax, Excise Duty, Customs, Octroi, TDS, ESI, Property Tax, Stamp Duty, CGT, IGBT, Water Tax, Profession Tax, Road Tax, STT, SEZ, Education Cess, Corporate Tax,Wealth Tax, TOT, Captial Gain Tax, Conjestion Levy etc etc....ohh and not to forget Hafta, Donation, Bribes, Chanda etc.
If i have some money left then I will do my business till it survives the riots, bandhs and vandalism by political goons
Sincerely,
AN Indian

What does it show?

Service Class..the Aam Aadmi is the most screwed up thing in this country.

I being an employee of a MNC, I travel far hanging in trains, getting stuck in the rains..just like thousands of others, work my guts out all 30 days a month and get what? Price hike, recession, reservations...why?

Where does all my tax money go?

1000's of people hang in the crowded local trains, squeeze into crowded buses, go through dug up road, cut through heavy traffic, face power cuts at home....

then these shameless politicians come in their bullet proof cars that runs on the petrol money paid by us and their driver's salary, their house expenses, their wife's and girlfriends clothes, jewellery, their son's dope, daughter's wedding.. everything paid out of our hard earned money...to top it all..the politician will ask "kharcha pani" to pass my "hakk ka paisa"

Walk in the market once, these dayz the cost of 1kg chicken equals to the cost of 1kg tomatoes..ohh seasonal fruits sell at premium rate..soon fruits like mangoes will be sold in a Gold jewellery shop..

Still our govt expects educated class to contribute for the "welfare" of our nation.

Why would a sane educated man slog his ass off over here when he can do the same out of this country and get paid three times more and live a luxurious life..

They say ours is a democratic country...I ask..is it really? no..

A person who speaks his mind gets beaten, killed, threatened, exiled...WTF

And we say  "Mera Bharat Maahan"...Sau mei ne 99 beimaan" (Read: Politicians)

Mumbai Local

From a commuter's point, I have always been a "bus person"---meaning...all my life I have traveled in buses to college, to work, to wherever..and frankly I'm supremely comfortable with Mumbai BEST, NMMT, TMT buses..
Now suddenly, my work demands me to go by train...and trust me trains terrify me...no particular reason as such.

Actually i have a few reasons to list down
1. Fast trains always come in IST (Indian Sarkari Time) a.k.a Late
2. Just too much crowd..
3. 3rd class snobbish women in 1st class compartment..
4. Experienced women  have mastered the art of pouncing, kicking, hair-pulling and bullying the innocent newbie's..
5. Free massages anyone?
6. Wanna listen to random gossip? Try listening to any conversation going on in the train -- Entertainment guranteed


Lessons I have learnt from Mumbai chi lifeline -- The local train

1. If you accidentally push any fat aunty..jus give the dumbest possible smile and say a loud Sorry
2. New survival techniques -- hang on to the sides else you either go right in or right out
3. Do not (Exta Bold, Font Size 72) get into an argument especially about flying hair ponytail or a flying dupatta....Its like a Criminal Offense
Ohh btw...when the fight involves other women and not you..it sure is entertaining to see...
4. Push Pull  Technique-- to get down Push else you will automatically get pushed...to get in Pull all your senses together and get hold of anything that looks like a handle..else you will be standing staring at the moving train
5. Proper Safety measures -- Make friends...known faces..make a group...you will be safe..rest assured
6. Take care of your belongings -- Hold on to your bag like its your baby..else you will have the straps ripped apart
7. Never ask for 4th seat in a 1st class compartment..they look at you as if you are dancing naked with a chicken on your head
8. Optimum utilization of space -- I have learnt to squeeze myself in the tinniest possible crevice in the compartment
9. Stress Buster -- Crib about jus anything Mother in law, boss, women, Government..just anything that comes to your head and in return you get sympathetic smiles, nods and sometimes even supportive comments

NOTE: After you get off the train mandatorily check if you have you hands, legs, fingers, toes, hair, head, bag, both sides of the headphones in place

Have a safe a journey and travel back in One piece

Valentine Special-The Coffee Shop

She used to always scoff at people who said "Life brings surprises"...she always has had life giving her ugly shocks than sweet surprises..
She was a bubbly and pretty 25 year old who had a Post Graduate degree and a job she loved with a lot of friends and a great family, still a part of her was lonely and longing for being loved and cared for by that special someone..with couples floating around makes her more aware of her loneliness that she harbors in silence with a enchanting smile on her face..

He was a vivacious, sexy, 26 year old guy who has in a job he likes. A guy who hangs out with his friends when the sun goes down, an athlete with a toned body, a smile and attitude that women would die for..

First Encounter

She was sitting alone in a corner table of a coffee shop lost in her thoughts with a book in her hand and a Cafe Latte in front of her..when like a blast he entered and almost tripped her table...She hated him for disturbing her train of thoughts...while he looked at the "Plain Jane" with nothing attractive said a bland sorry and walked off...and gave each other occasional glances..

That night, He didn't know why he was feeling so guilty of tripping "The Plain Jane" in the coffee shop...maybe it was her big dancer eyes..maybe it was the shy smile that he noticed from far...may be it was her cool, cat-like composure..all he knew was that he wanted to see her again..He was absolutely smitten by her...

She was on her bed that night, and thinking about the brash man who almost tripped her coffee today...sheer arrogant maleness attracted her like a moth to the fire..but she reminded herself of being hurt one too many times by guys whom she loved with all her heart.

Meeting Point

After a few months...after initial longing to see each other....the moment still seeming fresh but distant...

Another fine day, He walked into the cafe and there she was, all radiant and bright, and seemed happy...He thought "Gosh, How much have I missed her!" He sat down at a table a few tables away from her, trying to drink the sight of her black lustrous mane, her slender body, beautifully manicured hands, those delicate fingers circling the coffee mug...His thoughts were instantly distracted when she turned to look at him and suddenly flashed a girlish grin......and time stopped for a while...

She had least expected to see him there that evening., she was too engrossed in her book that she did not see him coming the coffee shop..once she lifted her head off the book and saw him looking at her with awe in his eyes and she knew that she had instantly fallen for those soulful eyes...before she realized she actually blushed and smiled at him......and the world turned upside down for her

He wanted to talk to her..wanted to ask her out...hold her hand...but his body didn't seem to move...she didn't realize for how long had she been staring at him until the waiter brought her check and broke the magic between them.

She got up to leave..she turned to him...smiled one last time....and the light shone on her finger...something shiny...her engagement ring......
This unexplainable feeling...what was happening to him...never anything of this sort ever happened to him..why was his heart breaking...why did he have the knotted feeling in the stomach...why were those eyes haunting him...he wanted to stop her..but he knew now that he was losing this girl who made him fall in love for the first time ever...

On her way, she knew what she felt was wrong...she is destined to be someone else's...someone whom she doesn't love...someone who makes her feel so lonely...but she is not able to stop herself..she is so automatically attracted to the stranger...she knew in heart of hearts that this was the last time will she ever she the man whom she lost her heart to in an instant....



"There is nothing in the world so wonderful as to love and be loved; there is nothing so devastating as love lost.". - Kalil Gibran

What If....

There is a little coffee shop near my workplace...there have been so many times when I feel like getting out of my hectic schedule and i find myself in that shop..soft music..awesome coffee..facing the quiet fountain admist the chaos on the road....

So many times I have sat there for hours thinking and picturizing crazy situations...like

* what if my boss gets kidnapped?

* what if i suddenly win a big big lottery?

* what if movie types some single handsome..rich millionaire instantly falls in love with me and pursues me? (louu at first sight it is)

* what if the fan above falls....and who will rescue whom n how..?(full in slow motion with background music)

* what if people start walking around making faces like the emote's on our cellphones (smileys) or maybe actually go ROTFLMAO (rolling on the floor laffing my ass off)? *scary tought*

* what if I drive a road-roller everyday to work or maybe a jet plane...or say a hover-craft?

* what if aliens land in middle of the powai traffic?

* what if I get the alladin's lamp with a blue genie?

* what if war like situation breaks and they ask me to join the army? :D

* what if i become invisible?

* what if there was no Google? (i'd rather die)

* what if Jack Sparrow kidnaps me? (ahhh lovely....)

* what if world really ended in 2012?

* what if people started walking and moving in pictures (weird)

After so many If's..its a big But.....but nothing of that sort is gonna happen...and when i was reeling a super duper Oscar award and Grammy winning movie in my head, my Cafe Latte has become a forth-less cold coffee....

*Sigh* back to the real world...

What if I could fly back home like a super-woman....There it goes again... 

Conversation
Mind: what if...
Me: Mind...Shut-up
Mind: no dee listen na..i mean..
Me: ok enuf mind...you talk too much...
Mind: but....
Me: Mind..Fuck Off...

Mind goes off wandering.....

Aging like a Wine...Older the better

2012's first post...101th shagun post...

"XX” age  in the making....my XXth birthday (I am a girl and I am old enough and my female instincts have made me hide my age)

Whatever might be my age I just love my birthdays.. I always eagerly look forward to it.

I'd had my big "Oh my god I'm getting older" existential crisis when I turned 25 - so after getting that out of the way, I was ready to welcome my “growing up” with open arms. Here's how it all went down.

I usually make a big deal out of birthday’s but for some reason, turning a year older has really made me think about whether I have learnt anything at all from my past (that sounds really grown-up, doesn’t it (:P), and really it wasn’t until I was actually thinking about my birthday sitting in front of the mirror admiring myself that  it occurred to me… It’s actually affected me in a way I hadn’t considered before – not sure if everyone goes through this at “xx age” or if it’s just me!

Anyway, there are much more important things happening in the world, and whilst I will get over it, and I am sure that I will eagerly wait for the clock to strike 12am and expect my mobile phone to beep with smses, bbm’s, calls, my facebook wall to have many wishes, and gifts, and enjoying one of those "OMG, I am a year older" moment. One thing this has made me realize, is that I want to continue to make the most of every moment in my life.

So I thought it would be fun to do a post today revealing a few things about me while I am still younger than “xx age”, I wrote this post before, so it was relevant at the time

“XX” Things About Me ;-P

These are things which I have never publicly revealed…
#1: I started life taking things as lightly as possible. Seriousness is not really my cup of tea anymore, be it an angry family member, or a irate boss or a emotional friend…All is well

#2: Thou shalt not swear…ahem…well I used to shamelessly swear like a crazy uncouth maniac…this year I have sworn to anyone as less as possible.*T&C Apply

#3: I still talk and talk and talk…but, now I have learnt to enjoy the sound of silence too.

#4: My deadly sins are emotions and sentiments- I have learnt to control them

#5: I managed to actually shut myself off when I don’t want to hear or see the people whom I thought could break me.

#6: I have started taking rejections rather easily…not like before..then I used to hide myself inside an invisible protective shell after a recent rejection

#7: I have started trusting my instincts more than ever. It’s spooky sometimes…

#8: I have started believing in the Law of Attraction.

#9: My faith in God increased even after a few setbacks and downfalls

#10: I still watch cartoons and behave like a 8 year old at times
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#11:I dance when am alone and sing aloud even though I know I sound like a frog stuck in a washing machine

#12: I feel more woman than ever (secrets, shopping, gossips, cosmetics, spas…) how I love being a girl..correction..woman

#13: I am passionate – seriously passionate – *tch tch* ;-).

#14:I have become an animal lover, especially bitches....suits my persona at times*T & C Apply

#15: I have been doing some serious planning about “life”…and I think I should be heading somewhere with the planning this year.

#16:My confidence had gone for a toss last year…then came back with a bang…and it stays on…..stronger than ever..The Phoenix Effect

#17: I plan to change my surname this year…..finally

#18: I won 3 awards and 2 competitions this year…how I feel so.hhhhmmmmmmmm.

#19:I have sat on the “tiger point” at Lonavla at 4am with a hot chai in my hand, love songs pouring in my ears and seen the sunrise…..blissssful

#20:I still dream of being a warrior princess.

#21:I am still scared of the dark and injections still freak my out

#22:I am quite happy with materialistic pleasures

#23:My idea of “prince charming” has changed drastically….and has become more practical and attainable

#oo: I plan to get married this year without making too many compromises

#ox: I plan to go off on an impromptu vacation ALONE somewhere
#xo: I plan to be learn to drive......

#xx:Finally, Happy Birthday to me.

:-) :-P :-D

Stalker

I leave for work by about 8.30 in the morning...I happen to see him on the road lazing almost every day...He does look at me but never moved a muscle...I avoided crossing his path as far as possible...He has a kind of scary, shabby look to him..

Until that day, I was passing by him like everyday but today he moved, he looked at me straight in the eye... I started walking as fast as possible but my eyes were riveted back to to him....just to see him right on my heels...matching his steps with mine..

My heart was goin all thud thud thud...I wanted to run as fast as possible..I could but my feet didn't  seem to move faster than it was...maybe it was fear...fear of him...fear of the look on his face...

I tired a lot to concentrate on the road but knowing that he was right behind me was scaring me to death...In a few moments...he was almost so close that I felt him trying to pull my dupatta.....I gave the loudest scream possible....the shout for help, the shout out of fear..

My scream instigated him further...so much so that..he cornered me in the nearest parked car and started barking all around me.... 

That stupid brown dog

Guys, dont beat me for this...Dogs really scare the living daylights out of me...I freeze when they are around or tug whoever is walking with me or I cross the road or do anything possible to get away from them...they are just plain scary...

Convey-or

Some people are blessed with life full of insane excitements....I sure am 1 of them...

I think when God was distributing craziness I would have been in the first 10 to receive it and when God was distributing brains I would have been in last 10 (bacha kucha idhar udhar ka rejected maal daal diya)...

Well...this is this really funny thing happened with me a few weeks back (though at that time it wasnt funny at all..it was serious business *serious face*)

I had a flight from somewhere to Mumbai and this flight had a stopover at Chennai and from there had to take a next flight to Mumbai...

I had a late night flight..like 2am at Chennai..so here my flight was this little airbus with just hardly 20 odd nocturnal passengers and we reached Chennai...."Welcome to Chennai International Airport (Anna terminal)"..."Please collect your luggage from Conveyor number 1 and transit passengers please collect you luggage and proceed to the Kamraj terminal. Thank you"

I always love conveyor belts..i dunno why..from the time I was a kid I always wanted to sit on it and go around once...welll...some wishes don't change over the years.....

Ok..back to "Anna Terminal in Chennai International Airport"...we were waiting at the luggage pick-up belt for a long time...almost 20 minutes and at 2am with only a handful of people and the belt not moving an inch was frustrating everyone....we had 3 chinese people with us (to be specific "chinese looking" men)...they looked around for a few mintues and then quietly one of them crawled in the conveyor opening..and after a few minutes emerged with 3 bags and calmly walked off...

This got me so excited that I wanted to whistle and scream Yipppeeee.....and ohhh yess..I followed their suit and  crawled on the stationary belt and got my two small bags out and came out grinning ear to ear...

Every other passenger did they same under the "watchful eyes" of the Airport security..cussing and cursing the airline...
I would love to do this again...and this time i would walk on the whole length of the conveyor belt and crawl in through the other end :P


Chennai Airport ku Whistle Podu

Office Ofish

WARNING: SOME CONTENT MAY SOUND ADULTISH..NOT SUITED FOR PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY ARE KIDS AND THOSE WHOSE BRAINS HAVEN'T TURNED 18 YET.

In my work place we got a few unique characters and their unique one of a kind dialogs that become so patent..the the moment it is said....for a second people are stunned..and next moment people are in splits..

I being the Commercial Admin have to meet everyone from the Housekeeping staff to security to engineers to top management...and I have my best time with the housekeeping, security and the engineers (unintentionally uncouth at times)

Level 5
In this level the dialogs are hilarious but they dont rank the top..

One of our officers who has a very screechy voice and cant say "jh"was "accused" of a wrong accounting and she got so frantic and started wailing "naaaaahhhiii ye sab chuuuuttttt (jhuttt) hai...maine aisa koooch nahi kiya"

Level 4
This is this engineer who was checking out a new receptionist...and accidentally blurted out "Savita bhabhi maal hai......" and his boss was passing by him giving him this "i-saw-her-too" look

Level 3
There is this woman who not many people are fond of coz she is too showy and bossy....

We get our evening teas to our tables....one day the office boy was late to get the tea and this female (AJ) was like
AJ: "Omi, tu chai banavto ke kada banavto...." (Omi, you making tea or sumthng else) and
Omis reply was
" Piyaycha aahe tar piya, majha doka satakla aahe, ha cha tumcha dokyavar taakun denaar" (drink if you want to, i have already lost my cool and i will put this tea on your head)

AJ was stunned....next time on she never ever whined to Omi.

Level 2
My office boy and one of my security staff...both love to talk...and they have so so so many stories about their village...
My office boy swears a lot...and his favorite word is "Bhenc*** and Madar****"...In one sentence he will use these words trice..
His all time favorite dialog before starting a story  is "Arreee...shahab..Scene-shot suno na......"..His nick name "Scene-shot"

My security guy...a very shy, calm, 6 foot tall, muscular guy....whenever he is frustrated he has a unique swear word "tuchhh praani or zalil insaaan"

Both these words have become a rage at my work place...

Last but the best...this one takes the cake..

Level 1
We have a lady in our housekeeping staff..she was supposedly married very early and has 6 kids...she got into an argument with Scene-shot (office boy) once for something he said like "aap to bhuddhi ho gai, aap se ye kaam nahi ho sakta"(you are old you can do this sort of work)


For which she very confidently replied without even batting an eyelid..."aye Omi aisa mat bol...mei abhi bhi bacha paida kar sakti hu"(aye Omi, dun say that i can still bear kids)...All she wanted to say was am not old and I can still work well

Omi was stunned...we had this O shape expression on our face....This dialog is so famous that for anything and everything people have started using this....


How i love all this.....

Nosy Sattelite

There is this woman I know for like forever now..I think she just loves to put me into awkward situations where I feel like an ostrich (feel like burying my head in the ground)..well lemme explain..

This super memory, super prying, bullying, "sattelite" aunty met me at a wedding..and out-of the-blue asks me..."Dee, you remember you fell in the gutter with the bicycle...ho ho ho that was sooooo funnyyyyyy" (something that happened when I was in my 8th std)....Childhood.....i was a crazy kid...doin crazy stuff then....that doesn't mean she embarrass me now

Crazy Situation 1:
Whenever I used to ride my cycle to my dance classes, i always felt like Valentino Rossi on his bike...I used to pretend to be a racer in my head...Once, on a rainy evening when I was returning back..as usual I turned my bicycle like a drift-queen and..baaaannggg....directly put in on a woman..

I fell in the gutter...the woman fell on the road...cycle fell on my head...to top it all..this woman beats me with the umbrella screaming abuses in Gujarati..

The mean aunty stands in the corner of the road and gives a vicious smile....

Crazy Situation 2:
I was in the 7th Std and my mom used to work in VT (Victoria Terminus) now CST (Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus) and we were to meet at 2.30pm...as usual I was late and had to get a train..

In my station, there are 4 platforms
Platform 1 (thane side slow trains).
Platform 2 (vt side slow trains)
Platform 3 (thane side fast trains)
Platform 4 (thane side fast trains)...P.S Thane and VT are in opposite directions

I was in Platform 2...since the train was late....A Fast train on 4 to Vt and  a train to Thane on 3 came and the doors were adjacent...I ran into 3 jumped through it into the fast train to VT and went off "safely"..only to realize the thrashing i got from dad thanks to this nosy aunty complaining with added "masala" details..

Crazy Situation 3.
I have always had the fascinations to ride on a truck, or a tempo or a road-roller...Once when i was in my 1st year..my engineering classes used to end late and i used to reach home by 11.30pm.

There was some road work goin on and a few road-rollers around...the road was deserted (so i thought)..i requested, pleaded and persuaded the road-roller uncle to give me a small ride on it and he agreeed seeing the pouting little girl...I was on the 9th cloud on that bulling machine...felt like the mighty warrior princess...then as soon as i got off it.....there were a few guys smoking in the dark n staring at me as if i have committed a heinous crime ....and of course my "guardian devil" aunty looking at me with steam venting off her ears...she dragged me to my place lecturing me on un-ladylike behavior all the way to parents feet....again added "masalas" to my dad......telling them hoe embarrassed "she" was to see me with a road worker (as if she caught m kissing him right on his lips)....and mini hell broke loose...

I dont understand..how on this earth does this "satellite"maami come to know that am upto something?

Nosey Mystery.........

Bus ek Pal

Commuting back and forth to my work place is like running around a minefield full of landmines about to blast on your face the moment your toe touches them...how?

Well...I get a snail bus to n fro for my work that is forever over-crowded, sandwiched tired and stinky travelers rubbing against one another and at least one person screaming obscenities and cribbing about anything and everything in and around the bus.

And everytime I have to run for the bus like blood hounds are after my life or jump in front of the bus like a suicide bomber and scare the bus driver until he starts hurling abuses at me. Somehow I manage to get into the nauseotic bus and look around for the faint hope of a seat..(luckily mumbai has something known as ladies seat..."Haakk se maango")...but soon I lose hopes...and get mentally ready to be punched,pushed and battered..

In the meanwhile, Someone moves a little and hopes for a seat go up again, just to realize this person was "adjusting" themselves..I hate such people..."umid deke lath marte hai"...Then I hate people who sleep in the buses too...Cant they jus see how the squashed standees feel? insensitive people...feel like beating them and saying "sone k liye baita hai kya"..

In case some miracle happens and I get a seat...I feel like India jus won the World Cup in 2011 type feeling...coz it is a rare occurrence..

I have to get up 20 mins before my stop to reach the door cutting through tall stinky armpits..thanks to my miniature stature...screaming at them...returning abuses..swearing loudly...and by the time i reach the door I look like someone right out of the "Mumbai Police 3rd degree torture room"

Then when my minority stop finally arrives..either I have to scream at the driver to stop or just jump off the bus...Hallelujah that Im still alive and in one piece...


But, even after so much of butchering, there are tired smiles and hopes that really make this city lively.... God Bless...
I love Mumbai

The Mirror

Mirror...Mirror..Mirror

Mirror..Mirror..Mirror on the Wall...Who is the fairest of them all?

To this Mirror..the only one he loved was precious of them all

He has seen her grow from a girl to a woman

He has caressed her like no man ever can..

He has gasped as she stood in front of him with those long black locks

He wanted to have his fingers run through those..

He has loved those dark brown soulful kohl-ed eyes

He wanted to whisper sweet nothings in her ears

He has admired her luscious lips

He wanted to kiss them a thousand times

He is charmed by her slender hips

He has longingly gazed at the perfect breasts

He has embraced her reflection in himself

She had no idea of her admirer itself...

How he wish he could tell her

But, He is her mirror after all....

Wish You were Mine..Now and Forever

I was in this meeting in a real beautiful sea facing restaurant and was least interested in what the opposite person was saying...all my attention was diverted at the vast expansion of the sea...blue skies...and the cool breeze..
Just then I was thinking...of a letter from a lone lover to his a love that he can never get in his life...

Dear Wind,

I have been in love with you for as long as I know.
I love the way you stir the emotions deep inside me. You have that effect on me that can do miracles to me..
I love the way you kiss me....I lose myself when you get all wild..
You move me like no one else can ever do,
Your delicate touch creates a wave of feelings in me.
Your careless teasing creates a ripple of different emotions in me..

You are not mine but I can't see you with the skies too..it makes go all crazy and I do things that make me guilty later.
I want to reach out to you and hold you in my arms..but I know you belong to not to me...all I can do is feel your silken touch on me..
I would love you as long as there are stars in the sky.

Deeply Madly Wildly Yours
Sea

Back in Time....When I was a kid

Last eve, when I was coming back from work..I saw lot many kids in my building playing..exams over..tension free...enjoying vacations..just then I realized..these kids hardly play all the fun games that we used to play in our school time ("our school time" sounds like I'm from some dinosaur age)..but that is that..(I'm old enough to not have school vacations anymore)

We had such beautiful childhood, now even getting up at 10 am on a holiday seems like "too early"... back then...we friends used to get up at 6 am during the holidays...take our bi-cycles to the hill...run to the top to the temple and come back...
Have our breakfasts and run back to play...come back for lunch n play at home..around 5 pm something back to play down..till dinner...then eat our dinners as fast as possible and lastly come down back to play badminton..

I remember the Re.1 pepsi-colas..n watermelons every afternoon...

We had so so so many games then..Aatli baatli Futli, Chupa-Chupi, Pakda-Pakdi, Building pakda-Pakdi, sakli, Lagori, Cutting the Cake, Chippy, Bombay Statue, Dabba Spies, Relay, Land or water, Color-color, fire in the mountain,Langdi, Kho-kho, Dodge-ball, Abadubi...Gawdd..I wanna relive my kiddie dayyzzz..

In the noons at home, it was ghar-ghar, scrabble, ludo, snake n ladders,business,name place animal thing,ex-zero,T game,..

Kids these days...stick to computers..facebook..n stuff like that..all the fun is gone....How bad is that??? they are missing all the fun

I want my kiddy days back....

My True Love Story

THE INCIDENT IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY ANY RESEMBLENCE TO THE SAME IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL...


It was then and it is now..Its been so long..I had totally forgotten about him..But, the moment my eyes fell on him after all these years I know he was meant to be with me..now and forever...

Going back in time, there was never a moment when we were not together..holding hands..walking in the parks..cuddling on the sofa at home..
His soft hands always hugged me every night..comforted me through all my pains..wiped my tears..made me smile always..
His deep brown eyes always searching for me...He was beaten..pulled.kicked..bruised..still he didn't leave my side then...
I was in love with him..even in his most horrible state I loved him with all my heart..

Time went by...circumstances changed..and he vanished in deep darkness..until that eve..

I was walking by..least expecting to find him there after all these years..Amidst the thick smoke of dust..he was there...I laid my hands on him and still could feel the softness..his eyes still had the same depth..just a little old now..

After all these years..I found him back..my love...my sweet...my little black teddy...

--Deepa

Tying a "NOT"

Nothing happening..nothing much to talk about..but yet again as usual when am traveling my mind races faster than a jet plane.. Today I was thinking..

Like I am back on the "matrimony market" again..This is a market where all are "shopping" and all are "selling"...Damnn,..this really is a market where the whole family goes for "bride/groom" shopping..loaded with toilet paper long checklist of requirements to be fulfilled.
Here the salespersons are the parents and the products on sale are the kids (bride/groom)..and the sales people do everything to see to it that their product is sold to the right "customer" with a fairly "good price"....and here a good sales deal ends up with the barter of the kids to each sides of the parents a.k.a marriage..the deal closes ..Dukaaan banndd

So as a "back on the stall product", my parents are gearing back themselves with their marketing and shopping skills with eagle eyes now...

Shopping Spree 1: 

Ma n Pa were approached by a sales person,Distributing pamphlets (Read horoscopes/matrimony ad's et al) with the attributes of their specimen..

Sales people glances up to me...requests for a pamphlet..looks at me & sharply replies

“Your product dusnt fit our super long check-list”......They just turned their back and walk away.

Ma n Pa move on to the subsequent stalls..but they din seem to be amused with the quality of products displayed in the market these dayz..and people who came shopping went away saying things like..

"too bold”, “injured” or“too old”...“Too exposed to the outside world”...“not really traditional as product not in a saree..”

After a lot of initial scanning and pamphlet requirement match that the shoppers bother to see the "product" on sale...see their check list...go on ticking like

height-check, 

weight-check, 

job-check, 

cooks-check, 

smiles-check, 

sings-oppss..no check and they turn away..

I mean like what do they expect their daughter in law to go ga-ga-ga in their house...ridiculous

There are this another set of self-proclaimed horoscope fans shoppers for whom the "pamphlet called horoscope" has to mandatorily match...

And an another better shoppers/sales people are willing to "sample" their product (girl-boy meet and talk)..who are cooler to deal with..

If God forbid all the criteria seem to match and both the parties are satisfied with their deals..the contract sign" (read: wedding ceremony) takes place...and there is major BBC headline merger of companies that happen...

I wish we had an option to "try" the product we like else "alter" it to our requirements...

Hallelujah to my wild imagination!!!!

Up Up In the Air

I have been flying like very frequently for my work, generally my flights are booked in those uneartlynocturnal hours or booked so late that all you can see is darkness n little lights around...In all thses flights am either sleepy or I shove my headphones and go into the thinking mode for my next "statergies" of work (All my travels are 99% work related..that too short not more than 1 day trip).
But today, for once I got my flight booked in a human hour when the sun is smiling bright, people are fresh et al...

Till now in my like 2 years and 25 odd flights I have never really bothered to look at the runway or other flights or anything around (Though I specifically request for a window seat)...This time I didn't have my headphones, thanks to my new phone that I didn't really know to use so I was actually staring out of my window when I saw this "Whooossssshhhh....eeeeennnnkkk...." landing of another flight..I have this facination for aircrafts..military or otherwise..This landing got my eyes go all wide..(I felt like a little kid in front of its favourite hero)..

Well..then soon my flight got taxing the runway slowly then "dud ..dud...dud..dud" it speeded up...and up in the air in a few moment..this got me so exicitied that I had to litereally control screaming "whoopieee"..
Mumbai...looking like a neatly stacked little blocks packed together and a lot of concrete jungle getting smaller and smaller and rods running parallel...waterways snaking a curve to its way to the arabian sea...and the vast blue strech of arabian sea n front at 971 km/hr and 9000 meters above...It was a lovely sunny day and slowly the flight went above to kiss the clouds and low enough to keep it feet to the ground...flying on Gujarat surface slowly the visible transition of the land was visible from plush greenery of maharashtra to semi greenery od gujarat to the sands racing over rajishtan land full of desert..the scene looked like a minimised Google Maps..jus real and so very colourful and enchating...
Few unexpcted phoogenic, mindblowing views passed by...I jus could not figure out of what it was...it stood out in a diferent colour (it could be somewhere in between Ajmer and Udaipur)..totally out of this world..
Then the flight slowly moved to reach the captial... But, it was hovering in circles..Why?...Who knows?..
full circle hen it moved around Karnal to Meerut..then I was like "Yaar..niche utarega ya petrol haave mei hi waste Karega"..

After a good 43 minutes Mr. Pilot brought the Live Google maps to land at delhi...

But I must say I love take offs more than landings...I like my head in the sir and feet firmly planted on the ground...

There my work starts...Good-Bye...and now I will notice things in every flight...

I am The Rebel

I wrote this on an evening when I was totally out of my mind and I wanted to scream my lungs out...But I sat silently for hours thinking...and words just came by...Fingers just moved on the keypad...and this poem was born

Going against society.
Breaking the rules

But why I do it,
I don't know why,
But I don’t care.

They call me a freak;
Laughing at me
From behind their masked faces.
Telling me that what i should do,
Be just like them.
Telling me that I Should not be me.

I cant be you, I am Me
I am the rebel;
Simply acting as I feel.
Saying What I want
Not changing myself
For others...for you or for anyone
I Silently laugh on their backs
Because they dunno Who I really am

I am a rebel...
I always have been...
Never truly showing
Just who I am.
I am The Rebel

SS: The Last Salute to Love

THIS POST IS TOTALLY IMAGINARY

This story has been on my mind since the time I met  Major.X  2 years back and he had told me his war stories.

I just could find the appropriate words to put it and give it a proper end

CODE NAME: ZOE

LOCATION: SARAJEVO

His Satellite phone beeped beside him in a very hoarse manner “eeennk aaannkkk…Zooeee…Head to North….I repeat Head to North…Over and Out”

Little did the person on the other end know that 26 year old Zoleam was shot and was lying alone on the pool of blood on white snow..

Trapped in the middle of a heavy warzone..waiting for help..Seeing his best buddies being shot..Seemed like he lived a nightmare in 2 weeks..

Jus as he closed his eyes memories flashed by…3 months back

He was there with her…on his knees..at the Central Park with a ring in his hand

Now lying here..with snow falling on his face..all he wanted to do was to tell her what she meant to him..very slowly he tried to say the words "I don't know why I am saying this now here when I know you are miles away from way safely tucked into your bed… this because I really hope that these words  never gets to you, because if it does that means I am dead. It also means I never had time to show you just how much I really did love you."

Zoe went on to recall their first kiss and how every night in the war period he had touched the photograph of her on his headboard "so you could look over me as I slept".He used to tease her picture

He went on: "Well, now it is my turn to look over you as you sleep and keep you safe in your dreams. . .So, whenever you feel lonely, just close your eyes and I'll be there right by your side. I really did love you with all I had. You were everything to me. Never forget that and never forget I will always be looking over you. I love you, you are my soul mate."

After the death of his parents when he was jus 5 years old…She was the only person whom he really loved and care about.

Now when the moment has come for him to go, he slowly looks at the slow day breaking…He salutes the 1^st rays of sun falling on his face…faintly smiles and closes his eyes to eternity.

Pehchan Kon?

Am very very sure the scene am gonna narrate would have happened to everyone atleast once in their lives..

Yesterday, I was walking through the crowded market with 2 heavy bags full of vegetables, flowers et al..and outta the blue this
Aunty springs up and says "Hi Beta, pechana?" and I was like "Huh?"...

I had this total blank expression carved on my face...I so didn't have a clue of who she was..and she offered "Arre, beta, dunt u remember i had come to see you in the hospital when you were born? your mom knows me very well...god, you have grown so big and beautiful"

Okaaaayyyy...Now what did she expect me to remember that she had seen me when i wasn't more than 50 cms long....sheeeessssshhhhhhh...ridiculous..

All i did was smile and say "haaannn...yeaaa...okaaayyyy...ohhh....i understand...aahhh mumma's frnd ok aunty"

I jus can imagine...Couple standing the reception stage with hot flash lights above them...camera flashing in every 3 seconds..and the fake smile that they have to portray..on top of it the heavy made up face to carry on...Poorrr things...

5th degree torture...to top it all they are being introduced to people half of whom they would have know idea about the moment they leave the stage...whadda shame?

For people like me who have memories that dunt last more than a microsecond..for them remembering names and faces become a herculean task.

I pray Next time anyone comes to me and says "remember me?" am jus gonna stand there stare at them like i have an amnesia attack and bluntly say "well...No..Who are u?"....Wudnt that be awesum....hahaha


Just Imagine..Peychaaaannnn kon?

hahahaha....

Stages of Matchmaking

Marriage..This is the topic that is the "most talked about" in  my house..for that matter where eva I go..

This marriage ga-ga started about a more than 2 years back..Well...Im goin for an arranged marriage coz am way too lazy to hunt a guy for myself..
Initially there was a lot of exicitment bout this marriage thingy..Jus like the typical process...

Step 1. Registering in Matrimonial Websites---Putting up an impressive profile with unwanted details---putting up decent fotos NOTE; 1 foto  in saree is a must----the after some days pappa gets an email

" we like your daughter profile and would like to get in touch with you "

I did get many..mostly from either some 33+ frustrated uncles or some muchhad who looks like the villain of a Tamil movie...I dun remember any cute guy approaching (like a said cute guys dun exist anymore)...

Step 2. This happened after 6 months of internet prospects tend to give "not-so-satisfactory" (read:pathetic) responses
Put up the "horror-scope" on local community books---advertise the "girl" by word of mouth---by now all the relatives are searching for a "perfect match" you,...

Step 3. This happens after almost a year and after boring responses...
Parents go frantic---friends get hitched--parents go more frantic (especially mommies)--friends start advicing---the girl is being"advertised" at every function..shadi,pooja et al ..damnn for that mater even a funeral--suddenly all mama's and mami's for that matter all and sundry start the groom hunt for you and and everyone around you is talking about your marriage whicheva direction you turn someone springs up sayin

ahh this is the girl i was talking about...then the girl is asked some typical questions...how ru? what do u do? where do u work? what do u parents do? etc etc....

so you are next... (with a wicked look ..of course)

Few common thing in all the proceses is that
*where ever the "girl" goes she has to be "dressed up" like a "temple cow" ...Has to act grown up and demure..has to talk softly and ladylike...has to eat like a sparrow...sheessshhhh

*The "horror-scope" matching and the stars n moon n mangal n what nots have to be perfect.

*Everyone around you keeps asking so when do u plan to get married?


and you get so fed up of all this that...u end up writing this sort of a crap