29 September 2006

Soulmates' Offsite

Soul-ers' Offsite at the Celebrity Club yesterday. However, spotted not a single celebrity.Was tired. Was supposed to leave office at 4. Left at 6 because of extra work. Akshay's. Not mine. Drive was too long. Too much traffic. Lost all my enthusiasm on the way to the club. Akshay tried cheering Tina and me up by taking a picture of us getting windblown and dirty and gritty and messy...
Found this guy giving me a thumbs down on my back! Gggrrr.. as if day wasn't bad enough! (had to highlight the picture in order to protect the guy's identity!) But I did have fun..All in all, it was okay. Had some fun. Ate till I couldn't move..
Anyway, meet my team-And these are the few of us soon-to-be Ex-Soulmates-Delhiites cutting our Miss-You cake :-) Sweet isn't it? The sentiment and the gesture, not the cake! And I'm not even moving until next year. Kind of funny, cutting the cake and everything and all those goodbye speeches and then having to see each other again everyday for the next few months.The cake!No one's ever given me a miss-you cake before..

28 September 2006

My Favorite Pics of the Week


I've chosen two of my own this time. I like these pictures cos' they are happy pictures. Life finally has regained some semblance to normalcy. The Thing which had been dragging my spirits down and shackled me down for the past 7 weeks has finally been lifted from me. Yay! I'm a free woman once again!

22 September 2006

Politikically Excuzed!

I have absolutely no interest in politics or people who dabble in it. But the news abounds with interesting things. Even the normally 'I-care-a-damn-ers' are yapping about it, including me.
President Chavez is the new hero around here. Everyone's raving about his 'Sulfur-ous' speech at the United Nations yesterday. Everyone wants to read Noam Chomsky's book.
"'This is another abuse and another abuse of power on the part of the devil,'" Chavez said. 'It smells of sulfur here, but God is with us and I embrace you all.' www.smh.com hehe. Did anyone check for cloven hoof marks on the carpet?
"Many diplomats in the vaulted chamber laughed and clapped." - Hah! So it's not only us poor third-world citizens who're tickled by the President's speech.
"I accuse the American Government of protecting terrorists and of having a completely cynical discourse." - When will the finger-pointing ever end? Who's got WMD, who's harboring terrorists, who's got an illicit, sexual relationship with bodyguard, chauffeur, intern, whoever. Who blames them? I'd like to have a hot, movie-star-hero-type bodyguard and then have a secret, sinful relationship with him myself :D
"The US ambassador to the UN, John Bolton, said: 'We're not going to address that sort of comic-strip approach to international affairs.'" Kind of funny, that coming from the same people who told President Musharraf "Be prepared to be bombed. Be prepared to go back to the Stone Age." That all sounds equally comical to me. Talk about diplomacy! (Of course, President Musharraf could've been lying about Armitage. If he was, what a lie to be brewed up by a president of a country! And if he was telling the truth, what a thing to say for the Assistant Secretary of State of the greatest nation in the world!)

I turned down this movie-dinner invitation last Sunday because when I saw the 'guest list,' I saw that majority of them were 'big' people - executive types, managers, directors et al. And I told my friend I want to avoid these kind of get-togethers as much as I can because it's too stressful continously trying to say the right things, trying to be clever and witty, trying to mask the uninterested, kind of dumb girl inside, and wracking your brains trying to come up with the right answers and the right words to use. And I end up being miserable by the end of it all.
Now I'm starting to wonder why I let these things bother me...if heads of states and presidents can talk this way, it should be excusable for an obscure, common, unknown citizen like me to spout nonsense 24-7. I can go wherever, with whoever, say whatever. And not worry about my limited vocabulary. My lack of manners. My often-tasteless choice of word or language. And rejoice in my anonymity. And revel in my stupidity.

19 September 2006

Gigolo anyone?

Been getting a lot of messages from this one guy on MySpace. I just thought maybe I'd help him out with the advertising part since he sounds like he's really desperate for clients and I'm in advertising already anyway :D.
It's kind of funny how they do these things, what did gigolos do before MySpace and other online communities? Porn's never been legal in India so they couldn't have advertised themselves so blatantly on the yellow pages could they? Just wonderin'. Copy pasted here is the guy's "resume" -

my name is ----- i m a gigolo in delhi
if u r intrested in me send me a message
I am a high class mature male massuer with hygiene and good atheletic body with strong hands..offering special quality body massage to mature ladies in delhi other state also. You will be delighted with my massage, feel relaxed and rejuvenated. I offer various types of body massage taking care of your special needs and satisfy you very deep inside with my gentle strokes. You get whatever you want with no restrictions at all.i do licking a lot and watever u can think of rest leave all ur fantacies 2 me
I provide services at your place - home or hotel. Your spouse or partner can be present if required.
I have a small number of ladies who use my services regularly and are fully satisfied. Due to confidentiality I cannot give any references but I can make a trial offer that you cannot refuse. For the first trial, I will let you decide the payment and accept what ever you decide to pay (nothing if you so decide). I know I will satisfy you. I have learnt it through practice.
Try me and you will be delighted.
Best wishes,
waitin for ur reply
thanks


The guy writes horribly, lousy spelling, no proper punctuation, nothing. That's so not sexy.
However, he seems terribly eager to please. And he sounds pretty confident. I'll say that much for him.
So, anyone interested?

18 September 2006

Soldier's Last Letter

Time for another song. My current most-listened song is in Italian. However, it won't do much good sharing it since no one I know understands Italian, well..almost no one. The singer pisses Akshay off, he's says he's sick of his loud Soprano voice. I think he's great though, he's cute plus he's got such a marvelous voice he moves my insides!:D
I was listening to this song by Ernest Tubb this morning, I've always found it very touching. And it's very conveniently in English so I thought I'd share.


Soldier's Last Letter

When the postman delivered a letter
It filled her dear heart full of joy
But she didn't know till she read the inside
It was the last one from her darling boy.

'Dear Mom,' was the way that it started
'I miss you so much,' it went on
'Mom, I didn't know that I loved you so
But I'll prove it when this war is won.

I'm writing this down in a trench, Mom
Don't scold if it isn't so neat
You know as you did, when I was a kid
And I'd come home with mud on my feet.

The captain just gave us our orders
And Mom, we will carry them through
I'll finish this letter the first chance I get
But now I'll just say I love you.'

Then the mother's old hands began to tremble
And she fought against tears in her eyes
But they came unashamed for there was no name
And she knew that her darling had died.

That night as she knelt by her bedside
She prayed 'Lord above, hear my plea!
And protect all the sons that are fighting tonight
And dear God keep America free'


Recorded by Ernest Tubb
Written by Sgt. Henry Stewart and Ernest Tubb

13 September 2006

Messy Moon

My Mess
Woke up the other day with an unusual feeling of clarity, the first thing that stuck me was this awful, terrible mess on my table. I'm usually tidy. But these past few weeks have been so hectic I haven't even really noticed this monstrous mess silently piling up inside my own room!
Kind of heart-warming when you look at it in a glass-is-half-full way. It's like this big melting pot where everything comes together, every article has a place and is welcome. Books, purses, earrings, pens, water bottles, coke cans, packets of cigarette, lotions and creams and oils, matchboxes, combs, deos, sunscreen - all coming together as one big family! :-)

La Luna de Hyderabad Took this picture on my way to somewhere some nights back. The moon was so brilliant even the brash city light couldn't outshine it like it usually does.

Ga-ga over Bana

MMMMmmmmmm... MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm....MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
What can I say? The guy's just too hot!
***DROOOOOLLLllllll***

07 September 2006

It’s a skippidity-do-da-day!

Shine on me sunshine!
Walk with me world!
I'm the happiest girl in the whole of Hindustan!

Reasons - a promotion and a raise :-)

That's me and Sush, Soul Team dinner at Serengeti a couple of nights back. I was feeling so low then people kept asking me what was wrong, you look 'totally spaced out' they said. Hmmm...I think I looked pretty normal but I felt like a real party-pooper. I was angry because in spite of some serious dieting I'd been actually putting on weight! Anyway..I give a damn now. The funny thing is my clothes are actually getting too big for me which must mean I am losing weight but I just look fatter everyday! Gross!
But a promo and a raise certainly makes you love yourself better despite not being as thin as you'd like to be :-)

29 August 2006

Cry Baby

I don't know what's wrong with me these days. Been spending most of my days bleary-eyed, red-nosed, blocked-nose with a perpetual crying-induced headache. Never knew it was possible to cry this much, that is, for no clear, fixed reason. I turn the TV on and the only thing the movies seem to do is make me cry. I read and every story makes me cry. Every music I listen to brings on some tears. And it's not like I'm sad or anything.
Okay, movies. Troy. I've seen Troy many times but I still can't get enough of it. Whoever decided to cast Eric Bana as Hector made the bestest, rightest decision ever. Sexiest Trojan ever! Brad Pitt and him battling it out outside the walls of Troy...who would've thought men could look so hot in mini skirts. All those thighs..mmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm.
Anyway, that part where Priam sneaked into Achilles' tent and begged him to give him back Hector's body - 'I've endured what no man on earth has endured before, I've kissed the hands of the man who killed my son'(..I think) Priam said, shaking with age, and my eyes become blurry. 'I loved my boy from the minute he opened his eyes to the minute you closed them' he said and I'm practically bawling!(Uh...did he say 'minute' or 'moment'?? .... Maybe it's moment, I'm sure Priam didn't count time by minutes). 'Oh! Cruel Achilles! How could I have ever liked Brad Pitt? He killed Hector. Hector of the sexy hair and sexy thighs! Hector with the sexy neck..' And I'd wish it was his cowardly, 'slightly-mannish version of Keira Knightly' brother Orlando Bloom who had died instead. It's movies like this that makes being lazy feel so good.
Anyone seen 'Inside I'm dancing'? Beautiful movie. You should watch it if you want to kick those lacrimal glands into gear. Rory was so cute, made me wonder what it would be like to be in love with someone who's in a wheelchair...
I ran out of books to read in the middle of the week, found a couple of Chicken Soup copies in Mary's room. Finished them off in a night. Cried the whole night, Janis Joplin wailing 'Cryyyyy, crrryyyy bayyybeeeehh' in the background. I think the only thing Chicken Soup's editors want to do is break a record for making people cry the most. Which reminds me of something funny now. It was back in Delhi, we were shopping in Saket, me and my good friend Sailopari, and it was late and we were in a hurry but noticed as we were leaving that the illegally-printed book wallahs were having some sort of sale of old books. The huge 'Pick any 4 for Rs 100/-' sign was irresistible. We both selected 4 each in a few seconds. I heard her say 'Wow! An original Chicken Soup for the Soul, one I've never read!' (She's a CSFTS fan!). 'It looks very old, very authentic' she enthused. Got home, we were sprawled out on the floor, tired and out of steam, all our things scattered around us, including the books. I remember she was lying flat on her back, her head turned sideways, looking at something intently. I asked her what she was looking at, she said 'It's funny, from this angle, that 'Chicken Soup' almost looks like 'Chicken Poop.' Well, on closer inspection, we found out it was indeeed 'Poop' and not 'Soup'. Chicken Poop for the Soul. hehe. She was livid. I loved that book though, it was hilarious! There was this one story about one 'step-mother Teresa' which was a real side-cracker. I'll post it here if I can find the book again.

Coming back to the subject of crying..I found this video on YouTube of a guy and his dog while looking for a Dan Seals song. It's done to the song I was looking for - 'One friend.' If you've ever owned and loved a dog, you know how deep those doggy-loving feelings can get. And everytime I see people so obviously crazy about their pets, and the pets just as crazy about their masters, it touches me. And I found this video touching. It also reminded me of Gus. One day, I'll write more about him.
Another video of my favorite song Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile by David Allen Coe - in my head, I'm the Mona Lisa that lost her smile cos' he 'gave too little and took too much..,' I'm the one that beautiful songs are written for :-), and I'd feel a little blue because I start to believe it a bit when I'm lost in the song and the music and the singer's voice. And tears well up in my eyes, feeling sorry for myself! :D
I think it's the monsoon season that does this to me, makin' me feel a little lonely, a little depressed, very nostalgic, and I start missing everyting and everyone from the past (and sometimes from the future) like mad.
Must be all this rain.


25 August 2006

Bible Verse of the Day

My Bible verse of the day made my day, I just have to share..

'Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.'

Matthew 10:29-31

23 August 2006

How's my German?

Dämmerung! Wille der helle Bruch der Bann der die Nachtform?
Er schaut das selbe,
Noch so vollkommen nimmt er meinen Atem weg
Dort sitzt er auf dem Fußboden, durch das Bett
Betrachtet oben mir mit jenen blauen Augen, die brennen
Ich wundere mich, wie lang dieses Wille dauern-
So nicht willkommen wie der Morgen ist
Ich bete heutige Morgenletzte für immer
Weil ich weiß, wird er durch Mittag gegangen...
Und ich hatte bereits Ihren Namen vergessen!

Looks good doesn't it? Pretty impressive eh? I wrote that...

.....with the help of an online translator! :D
Probably don't mean a thing, but I like the look of it!

18 August 2006

Who's the Hottest Of Them All?

Girls, I think a lot of us are following the Rockstar Supernova show regularly. The rockers are good, I have my favorites, a few despised. But mostly, I enjoy the hot judges.

So I was just wondering, how many of us have the same taste in men, how many of us share the same guy in our secret fantasies, which one/s of you must I make sure to never let my boyfriend meet, y'know, stuffs like that. If we take for example Unreal and me, we will never fight over a guy, never! She thinks my guys are old and weird, I think her guys are plain and boring! We could have a quarrel so mighty we end up killing each other, could be over anything but never over a guy.
So anyway, what I want to know is this - if you were given the chance to spend one night with any one of these guys, who would you chose?
- 1. Gilby Clarke
- 2. Jason Newsted
- 3. Dave Navarro
- 4. Tommy Lee

It's an easy one for me. Gilby, hands down! If they pick Magni, Gilby'd have to move over though.
Guys, you could imagine you're a girl for a moment and vote too.

14 August 2006

Clark Kent Loves Me

Swiped this pic right off Akshay's blog! A pic of me and my man shouldn't be on any blog other than mine! That's me and him, whispering sweets nothings to each other. :-)

Isn't he the handsomest? Love the suit, love the guy, love the hero, love the actor...

09 August 2006

Come Into My Parlor

I was forced by my monitor conking out and other circumstances to spend less time with my mechanical lover here. And guess what? Instead of curling up on the floor foaming at the mouth, my body wracked by violent spasms - which is what usually happens to me within an hour of no-internet/computer, I actually enjoyed the experience. No extreme withdrawal symptoms. I got to spend a lot of time with myself. I read, I wrote, watched more TV in a day than I ever did during the whole of the past 11 months, even spent hours cooking. I dug up old scrapbooks and journals, pored over them for hours - old loves, old heartbreaks, old victories, old conquests - cried some, laughed some. I missed me. I'd forgotten how much I used to enjoy my own company. I always found something to do with my time, something constructive and enjoy it too.
Anyway, got myself a new monitor, got most of the work that was bogging me down last week done, and I'm all set to go back to my old ways. But I thought I'd post some of these pages out of those old journals and scrapbooks, in the hope that everytime I turn the computer on and see them, they'd inspire me to switch it off again!
The following pictures are bits and pieces from my life -
The journal that this page belongs to is not very old, but it's not new either. So I guess that's old. I was crazy about the guy! Funny how can you be so crazy about someone and even plan your whole future to match his' and then say goodbye and not even feel anything afterwards? I don't feel a ding dong thing for the guy anymore, though when we decided to part ways, I cried for him for days afterwards. You do enough crying I guess it washes all the feelings away. The only man I ever shed a real tear for.
Every guy looks handsome when you're in love. But he still does look kind of sexy, and I'm not even in love anymore!
My 'fetish' with the male hand will never cease! I can fall in love with a guy's hands and not even like the person himself. I was obsessed with hands then, I still am.
Pictures of old boyfriends...
I was a complete nut-case! Love, love, love - I believed in love so much it'd be cute if it wasn't so sickening!
I used to be pretty good with a pencil. This is a sketch I did a l-o-o-o-ng time ago of Charles Lindbergh after his solo flight across the Atlantic. I must've been still in school. I said I was a fan but I think I actually had a crush on him. I'd cut out every picture I could find of him, read every little thing I could find that had the slightest mention of his name - and back in those internet-less, Google-less, Wiki-less days, that took a lot of work, finding the right articles and papers and the right TV shows.
Tupac - I don't know what made me draw him. I never was a fan, never even remotely liked him.
Another very old picture, another very unlikely subject - two guys kickboxing. I must've been drinking tea or coffee while I did this sketch, see the mark the cup left on the paper? I used to watch a lot of the Ultimate Fighting Club on TV with my brother, not because I liked it but because my brother liked it. I idolized him, and what William said was cool was cool for me- maybe that was what inspired me to draw such a butch picture...
Another sketch from my brother-worshipping days I guess. Russian soldiers and their missile. I'm really wondering now, was I a little tomboyish back then? I never knew it but now I'm thinking maybe I was. What young girl in her right mind would draw crap like these? I remember some years back in Delhi when I used to live with 3 guy friends, a wall in our living room had a big sketch I made of Batman on cheap chart paper on it. People would admire it and ask who made it..Jeffrey, Ben or TM - never Jerusha. 'Jeff?' 'No'. 'Ben?' 'No'. 'TM?' 'No'..'Well, who did it then?'
Heh! I kinda like this one. A sketch of Marilyn that came out bad. I must've really hated it because I went and rudely wrote a song over it.
Me! All those old drawings made me very nostalgic. I haven't picked up a pencil in years but I thought I'd just try again some nights back. Found a pencil, sat in front of the dressing table and drew myself, but I no longer have the patience to sit and scribble for hours so I got only half my face done. I don't think I'll be trying again anytime soon.

04 August 2006

Oopsie!

I know some of you are going to be grossed out by this picture. But I just want to be realistic, y'know, show the world as it really is. Life is not all about colorful butterflies and peacocks. Inside the park, it's all trees and fresh air and birds, but you step out on the highway and it's a stark contrast to the lollypop world inside. Drunk beggars lying on the sidewalk, cats squashed mercilessly by mean old grandpas, old respectable-looking men trying to grab my ass, work that never gets done...endless! It's a sick world out there. But I still love it. Or in other words, I'd still rather be alive than dead.

Damn, I love Rammstein, their music is so powerful it blocks out everything else, I wish I understood German. This is what I'd like to listen to on the night of my wedding. All those slow, sugary, supposedly-sensual music's never worked for me. If music's going to get me excited, this is the one that's going to do the job! :D
My day today -
my music : Mein Teil - Rammstein
my mood : sore
weather outside - wet and dreary
my company : Virgochhas
Whew! I'm exhausted, I decided to skip the lift and take the stairs instead today, all nine flights of it. That's a lot of exercise!

01 August 2006

High Mountain Girls Can Climb


I like this picture. That's me and Mr. Wright. Mary shot it, she lives with me and therefore spends a lot of time with me. Some of my skills must have rubbed off on her! :-)


My favorite place in all of Hyderabad - KBR park. We went for a little trek up the hill behind our apartment last weekend. And if I walk really fast and leave everyone behind like this, it'd feel like I'm the only one there, not a soul in sight, just me and the forest. There's a coybowish-feeling to that and I love it.
While up there, I got to do the one thing I'd always wanted to do from the moment I first stepped foot in Hyderabad - climb one of the odd stacks of boulders. We found one on top of the hill, secluded enough to make sure there would be no one watching in case it gets a little tricky and we make a fool of ourselves.

Mary had some trouble climbing...





Not me! I'm a high mountain girl. And high mountain girls can climb!
We eventually had to kick our shoes off and get down and dirty and manly to get to the top.
We did start off doing some lady-like stuffs like posing with flowers etc :-)



And she LOVES the camera!















Have you ever tried protographing a wild peacock? Not an easy task! Those creatures are so shy everytime I moved closer, they'd run and hide. I had to scramble around the bushes like my hunter ancestors to get this shot. And what made it difficult was that everytime I stepped into the bushes to get closer, Mary would scream 'Watch out for snake houses(?)!'
Butterflies are not shy! They're just restless..like me. They can't perch still for a minute and therefore were as difficult to shoot as the peacocks.
This one reminds me of Hank Williams - I wouldn't be surprised if it starts singing 'I'm so lonesome I could cry' in bird language. It looked so lonely.
I didn't take anything fxcept photooraphs :-)

I liked this lizard, it gamely posed for me unlike the ever-moving butterflies and bashful peacocks.

The view from the top boulder. That's Banjara Hills, I live somewhere around there.
It was marvelous up there. With the birds and the trees and the wind on my face. I felt so free I wanted to stay there forever. I forgot I had 21 essays to write waiting for me and that I hadn't even jotted down a dot. I forgot I was supposed to miss someone. I forgot I had laundry to do...

I'm going to leave you with this frozen smile plastered forever on my face because I don't think I'll be doing much smiling for the next few days. And even if I do smile, they'll only be fleeting ones. Good times - when holding a dumb feather and taking a picture with it can make you laugh! For the next few weeks, it's going to take a lot more than a feather to tickle me.

31 July 2006

My Newly Revised Hate List

1. Gerunds

2. Prepositions

3. Commas, periods, colons, semi-colons, apostrophes..all punctuations in fact!

4. Adverbials and discourse connectors

5. Conditionals - Unreal, inverted and implied & other ways to express unreality

6. Subjunctive in noun clauses


I'll be adding a whole lot more to that list as the week progresses.
And those are things I used to think I like. Now I've found out they're evil, they consort with witches and demons, they're of the underworld, the darker side of the other side, not the innocent, helpful little friends I once thought they were. Gerunds! who would've thought those harmless-sounding little things could give one a massive headache!
And prepositions?? I'm ashamed to admit that I fear them now. I battled a lone prepostion and lost. Subjugated by a preposition! I'll never live this down.
Language should not be made complicated. We should keep things simple. Let's be happy with any form it takes, just as long we get the message across. Okay, if we were talking Sanskrit, I'd understand. Urdu, Latin, ancient Greek - yeah. But not modern-day English. All those intricacies only takes the beauty out of the language. And I don't want to start hating it.

27 July 2006

Untitled

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.


Edna St.Vincent Millay

24 July 2006

Time for a song -

myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics
The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place

Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out

I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free

Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow..


Dolly Parton


Now that's mainly for those punks who loves calling me Gypsy/Gypsy Queen/Nomad. Not that I mind. I love being able to move. I love moving - doing whatever. I love moving from place to place. I'd rather move than not. I totally agree with Pascal - that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room. At least most of my evil results from my being unable to sit still - in a room, on a chair, on the bed, in front of the TV - doesn't really matter where.
Most of my fun as well...

21 July 2006

- nostalgic ?

2 entries found for nostalgic.
nos·tal·gi·a ( P ) Pronunciation Key (n-stlj, n-)
n.

A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.








Me too.

18 July 2006

Words of Wisdom

Not sleepy. Story of my life! Bored out of my wits. Blogspot URLs banned. There we were talking about the necessity of banning chocolates & tattoos & oysters, and Big Brother merrily skips over the real evils and decide to ban..blogspot? Strangely, it's failed to tick me off. I really don't care as long as they quit fucking around soon.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and have drawn the following conclusions:
- There should be more to life other than just sitting inside a fancy building in front of a fancy computer sipping coffee all day long.

- I want to dye my hair green.

- It's not healthy to have one's whole life revolve around the computer.

- The best way to really, truly feel free is to take all your clothes off. If you often feel oppressed and suffocated, hang around your apartment naked. Without the restraints of unneccessary clothing. Aaah..bliss! There are friends of mine who've told me they can't even take a shower naked! Now how crazy is that? My friend Shalini asked me once what I wear when I sleep, I told her. She almost fainted, 'Jeri, this is NOT America!!', she gasped. So??!! Anyway, it comes easy to me. A lingering legacy of my naked, tribal ancestors perhaps!

- Most people don't know it, but brushing teeth is a good feel-good factor. Brushing, and flossing too. If you feel funny and can't decide where the funniness stems from, just go brush your teeth or floss, or both. Days when I get to stay home all day, I brush my teeth like a dozen times a day. Sit my butt down and do some serious business with dental floss. I swear they up my mood, lift my spirits a little. And you could die any minute, and it's better to die with clean teeth.

- I'm in love with a memory. It sucks. Time to move on.

- If you really love chocolate, you should eat as much of it as you want to. Life's too short to diet.

- If you're smoking, time to quit. Life's already too short to shorten it further. I'm gonna quit.

- Nail polish - don't ever buy Maybelline's colorama's baby pink polish. It doesn't dry. Leave it on forever, it still won't dry.

- If you're in a place you don't like much, leave. Waste of time trying to make yourself love something or someone.

- If a guy says he loves you but seems cold and distant all the time, kiss his sorry ass goodbye! It also applies if he's tired all the time. It also applies if you want to spend some time with him and all he wants to do is sleep. It also applies if he throws a fit when you go out without him and have some fun. And the only reason you went out without him in the first place is because he's always working/busy/tired/down with the flu/just don't feel like it.

- If you feel bloated but hoping you don't look as bloated as you feel, you probably look worse than you feel. If you think you look like an old hag, you probably do. If you think a guy likes you, he probably does. If you think he don't(/you're not sure/he seems to like you sometimes and sometimes not), he probably don't. At least, not in that way. You're just a good buddy.

- Honesty is NOT always the best policy. Example: If you've cheated on someone you don't want to lose, lie. Best policy my ass. If someone comes and tells you otherwise, shoot him/her! Damn damn damn..why didn't anyone tell me this sooner? Henceforth, I am going to slather every sentence that comes out of my mouth with lies. To save my skin. To butter up people. To save a relationship. To save a whale or a panda. For the cause of humanity. But mostly to save a relationship.

- I want my mother.
I'm not all that grown-up as I thought I was. I can't handle life as well as I thought I could.

15 July 2006

...for I have sinned

A million times...
Conscience-struck, guilt-ridden.
Sleep should be an escape and yet my conscience follows me there too. Nightmares, bad dreams - putrid, black water breaking over me. Stuck in a box where I can't breathe. A filthy, murky lake swimming with dead bodies.
Why can't I just be the person I am and accept myself that way, the way I was meant to be? It's exhausting trying to be this person I always thought I wanted to be, an angel inside out. Especially since I'm no longer sure what kind of person I want to be. Why should I flog myself because I can't be that angel? Saint-like, pure and unpolluted, constant halo shining over my head.
It's almost funny how the voices inside my head won't stop. They're laughing now, derisive, mean - 'That's right. Go ahead, justify yourself. Blame it on circumstances, your genetic make-up. Say it's because you were lonely. Say it's because you were feeling down. It won't change the fact that you have sinned and are therefore, still a sinner.'
Okay. Enough. I'm going to go easy on myself.
Because I know ranting and raving won't help.
Because I know I can't always be the good little girl I've always wanted to be, no matter how much I try.
Because I know I'm going to sin again tomorrow.
And the day after. And the day after that.
And will you like me less then?
Or will you respect me for the person I at least try to be?


I've made up my mind about it. I'll stay down here! It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!"
I shall only look up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else. But I do wish they would put their heads down! I am so very tired of being all alone here!"

-Alice


08 July 2006

Chocolates, Hormones & Men

Hormones! That got your attention eh? :-)
Well, I'm not going to talk about anything interesting here, just a bit of girl talk peppered with the spicy science of endocrinology :D.
Chocolates, hormones and men..in that order.
It was a couple of nights back when my friend R & I decided to go for a walk after dinner and dropped in at the corner Baskin Robbins for some ice-cream. One thing I hate about ice-creams - one already have to think so hard trying to decide whether one should eat it at all in the first place, 'What have I eaten today?', 'Any new dress that I've been dying to get into?', 'Is there someone whose attention I'm trying to catch?'...etc etc. And then you finally decide no, you can't afford to eat that ice cream but throwing all caution to the winds, still decide to go for it anyway, inwardly feeling like you're about to commit the biggest crime of your life. Whew! That should be enough. But no. You still have to decide which flavor you want to have. But that's always a whole lot easier.
So anyway, I chose chocolate that night. And R, pista because she thinks chocolate ice-creams are the most sinful of all ice-creams. The meanest. The absolute baddest. Don't get me wrong. She loves chocolates, the trouble begins when the i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m comes with the c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e. And she chided me on my bad choice - 'No good watching what you eat the whole day and then eating chocolate ice-cream at the end, that will undo it all'
'Ice-cream's ice-cream, they're all going to make you fat anyway. Besides, chocolate is good for health' I said, not having anything better to say.
A very sarcastic 'How so?' from her.
'It increases your sex drive, the ancient Mayans even used it as an aphrodisiac!'
(Now I have absolutely no idea what the ancient Mayans' version of Viagra was, or if they even had one but I thought 'the ancient Mayans' sounded deep and gave my lame excuse that touch of conviction that I desperately needed)
'OOoh really??'
I thought she was being sarcastic again but she was not. She actually believed me.
'Erm..yeah!'
'Now that explains why I've been feeling the way I do, I've been eating too much chocolate!'
[Guys, you know what to feed your women!;-)]
'Does chocolate work for you too?' she asked.
Told her I haven't eaten enough to find out.
'What works for you?'
'Tattoos.'
(Yes, I love tattoos! Not on me though..on a guy.)
'Does C have a tattoo?'
'No, but the man I'm currently lusting after has one, two celtic dogs on a chain on his biceps.'
'Can I meet him?'
'After you've gotten all that chocolate out of your system.'
'What's wrong with having chocolate in my system and meeting him?'
'I just don't want you to meet him with your hormones raging. I can do without the competition.'
We had a good laugh, wondered some more if single people in a country like India where sex is taboo should be allowed to eat chocolates or get a tattoo done at all.
Maybe the government should do something about it. Ban it, make it illegal. No chocolates. No tattoos. Less temptation.


Just an afterthought. I know lots of people who have no intention of getting married. NO chocolates for them? (Make that us)
Ever?? I remember what Virgo once told me, it isn't premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married. Where there's no 'marital', there can't be a 'pre'. Sounds kind of lame. But it does make sense when you think about it.
But that would pretty much contradict a lot of our moral, religious & social values.
But still, we are good people. Good chocolate-loving, tattoo-worshipping people. Suckers for all the good and delicious things life has to offer. And since the government just won't do anything about it, maybe we should all just go get ourselves neutered.


07 July 2006

"Everywhere" - Tim McGraw

He's never going to read this but if he ever does, he'd agree with me and marvel at how much this song feels like it was written for us, for me!(That is, after snipping the Albuquerques and Arizonas, Montereys, Georgias and Carolinas and Oklahomas and Dallases out)
We were born in this little town
Growin' up I was counting down
Every single day till we made our get-away
But you said you could never see yourself
Trying to make a life anywhere else
This would be your home and I was on my own
But ever since we said good-bye
I've been out here on the wind
Baby you would be surprised
All the places you have been.
...No matter where you choose to be
In my heart I'll always see you
Everywhere.

Now, days when I'm passin' through
The conversation always turns to you
I hear you're doin' fine
Livin' out by the county line
Got a woman that's home every night
A couple of kids and the kind of life
That you want to lead
Guess you could say the same for me
Cause you and I made our choices
All those years ago
Still I know I'll hear your voice
And see you down the road
....
Never did so maybe that's why you're on
Every highway just beyond the high-beams
Right beside me in all of my sweet dreams
No matter where you choose to be
In my heart I'll always see you
Everywhere...


Sorry for the yucky mush people, but there are days when you just gotta have those!:-)


01 July 2006

Just One of Those Days...

What a crappy day this has been! Wait a minute..it's not just today! Last night sucked as well. And it was not supposed to. See, I had all these plans laid out, these movie tickets, this new dress that I've been dying to wear..it was going to be a fantastic weekend. And then Humpty Dumpty came crashing down on me.

Okay, let's start from the beginning. Last night. Argentina and Germany. It was going to be a terrific match. My team was going to clobber Germany. My team scored. We popped the wine. We cheered. We laughed. I was having fun. Then the enemy scored. A draw! I started praying. Extra time, then the penalty shots. It was no longer fun..just scary. Frantic prayers were sent up. I crossed all my fingers and toes. But life is cruel! And God is not fair (and neither was the referee). And we all know how it ended. The World Cup is officially over for me. The only thing I look forward to now is seeing the Brazilian team bash the Germans.
I fell asleep on the couch in the living room at around 3. 7, I was rudely awakened by cold water spraying all over me and an 'Oh Shit!'. *Well yeah hello world! Good morning to you too!* A bolt of pain shot through my head as I got up from the damp couch. Too much of wine is not good! Staying up late is not good. Staying up late and then getting up early is not good. Waking up on a damp couch - not good either! Anyway, it was D who'd cussed. He'd slipped on the floor and splashed the water on the floor over me. Water on the floor? Yeah, seemed pipe broke or leaked or something while we slept. Anyway, we woke up to a flooded house. It might've been funny if it hadn't been so wet. But it was wet. And messy - good carpet soaked, my leather bag, my favorite cardigan, my socks - I'd strewn them all over the floor. That was not funny. I'll never leave my stuffs lying around again. Ever! Well, maybe I'll still leave them on the bed or the chair, the table, even the fridge but never again on the floor. It was so not funny.
Anyway, I rushed home, downed a couple of aspirin, made myself a hot cup of lemon tea and thought I'd hit the shower. And guess what? That thing called electricity, well, it wasn't there. I waited for a while but it must've been really busy somewhere cause it didn't turn up! But I was running late and couldn't afford to wait too long. Boy, I hate cold showers.
M kept on banging on my door telling me to hurry up cos' we were running late, which by the way I knew perfectly well myself. It was madness all the way to the theatre - rushed through traffic, screaming at the rickshaw driver to hurry up, who hurried, and in the process broke some rules and had other drivers screaming at us, phone rang non-stop, Akshay screaming that the whole world was there and that I was the only one missing. Of course, he could have been exaggerating but it made me feel bad nonetheless. We finally made it through the madness to Prasad's and got out of the rick, only to finally notice that it was a windy day. Bad, bad day to wear skirts. And the way things were going, it was only inevitable that I and M had to be there desperately trying to hold our skirts down while fishing for our purses to pay our very agitated driver and had to waddle instead of sprint, and sprinting was important since the movie had already started. Anyway, I waddled faster than M and hurried up the stairs and saw my angry friends standing outside Ohri's, as promised, glaring at me. Then when I turned back to tell my guest to hurry up, she'd pulled a David Copperfield on me! She was gone, disappeared into thin air, nowhere to be seen! I frantically rushed around looking for her, and then came up with the brilliant idea of calling her. I whipped my cellphone out and guess what? My phone was dead, as useless as a dead butterfly with upside down wings (as the ninja would say). Battery had died out on me! Someone up there either hates me very, very much or was using me as a guinea pig for an experiment He's carrying out to test human patience or something like that. I asked the strangers standing near the entrance who I saw leering at us while we stepped out of our rick and did the skirt holding thing if they'd seen the hot girl who was with hot me, but alas, all answers came back negative. After several moments of waiting, hoping she might apparate out of the popcorn machine and lots of swearing and swearing and ..well, swearing, we finally decided she was just not coming back..bad case of last-minute jitters we figured, walking down that aisle can be pretty unnerving. We walked in just in time to see an old lady dying and Lex Luthor watching over her in a real menacing way. Kevin Spacey's hot by the way.
The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, my headache was gone - big relief! We shopped around a bit after the movie, bought a nice new dress to make up for the bad morning, headed to Fusion 9 for lunch. I love the place for various reasons. Great Italian food, good service etc etc and oh so many good memories! But let's not get into that.
The day was looking up, I was finally starting to enjoy myself, the food was great (the dessert was heavenly!), the conversation interesting. General gossip... fun, enjoyable, bitching about 'some people' but it just wasn't meant to be a good day. As we were getting up to leave, we realised to our horror that 'some people's' friend was sitting on the table right behind ours. Of course, 'some people's' friend acted genuinely surprised to see us. But I'll bet she heard everything. And some people are gonna hate us.
Next stop was a long, evening walk at KBR park, then for some sinful ice cream sundaes at Melting Moments and we finally decided to call it a day.
'All's well that ends well' I told myself as I walked into my room. My room has a plug point and I also have a charger which meant I could revive my useless phone and call M. Dialled her number, it rang twice and then before I could even say a word, I heard her - 'Jerusha, I NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN! I have never known anyone like you, I hate you!'
Hello?? I thought I was the one who's supposed to be angry here.
Anyway, I'll admit I almost said sorry. But I stopped myself just in time. Why the hell should I? If she likes disappearing acts so much, then that's not my fault. I don't really remember much of what I said, just that I did not say sorry and hung up on her. An hour later, she called back and told me she was on a plane to Mumbai and that she'll be back after a couple of days. Now that's funny. I thought she was broke. She told me she was. Who the hell paid for those expensive plane tickets?? She probably lied. Or maybe not.
And now I'm sitting here, mud pack on my face, hair messy, feeling bad about myself. Which I'm going to stop right now. Because I didn't do anything wrong.
Or did I?

30 June 2006

Cute Stuffs!

My kind of litter! Sarah & Mawitea with the new kittens..
See the sack marked 'Buh Ban'? And see the 'thlangra'? That's so Mizoram isn't it? :-)


Somebody told me that's a horny spotted owlet..spotted horny owlet..well, whatever! I've forgotten..only thing I know for sure's that it's horny! :-)

It's cute anyway.


I've turned Vegan!

27 June 2006

A Day of Sports..almost

Mind still blank, head empty, absolutely nothing on my mind. So I'll just continue posting pictures instead.

Me holding a cricket bat for the very first time in my life..will probably be the last time as well.



- at the Golkonda Resorts & Spa.

Germany here we come! Our Soulmates soccer team. Pretty formidable-looking team eh?

Me doing what I do best when it comes to sports - watch from the sidelines and cheer and take pictures.