My obsession with everything black I think is derived from my brother. You would think there were just three colours - black, blue and grey, because that was all you would find in his wardrobe. And considering I wore all his hand-me-downs, it stuck on to me as well. I hung onto it because it helped me blend into the crowd, and not be noticed. The colour red is my most detested colour – because it’s attention drawing, and when you draw attention it may as well be because you walked into the room, not because you walked in and fell flat on your face!
Black speaks to me as being chilled out, cool, yes even during summer, in the sweltering heat, I would never give up black tees.
My mother laments – these kids of mine are strange, they both love the colour black while I hate it – and then she goes on to state how she loves white, and as a spinster she wore just white sarees, and prided herself at the purity of her whites..
I am so obsessed with black that everywhere I go, the desktop of my pc is always black! I took it a bit further when I tried to change the internet browser to black as well – which FYI I succeeded. The winamp player that I use.. obviously black. And O yea.. the scooterette that I ride – black as well. The first car I buy.. mmhmm going to be black!
I tell my friends, if I had a choice, on my wedding day I would be dressed in a black flowing dress, with a black veil, like a Gothic chick, and he would be in a white suit like Jeetendra of yesteryears, to which my father expresses his serious, though not ill-founded doubts whether I would get married in a DRESS at all!!!!
Hum kale nai hai toh kya hua.. kale color se pyaar zaroor hai..
Friday, May 28, 2010
They write.....
She writes:
O boy! If I ever saw Adonis in person, this would have to be him! I see him on the platform every morning and every evening. We both get in at Goregaon and get off at Mahalaxmi. I’m guessing he works in an IT company. He has the most amazing looks. He looks fresh as a daisy at any time of day! He is like a model for the AXE effect, I can almost see the women drawn to him in slo-mo. And when he flashes his pearly whites, I can see a whiff of air rustle his hair, or do I imagine it? He is usually with a bunch of friends – laughing and joking around. Once we alight the train, he and his friends make sure they follow my friend and me to the exit, but then effortlessly they turn around and are gone. I can’t wait for the moment he comes up to me and asks me out.. I wonder if I will hear violins, like they show in the movies. Sigh!
He writes:
Man she is the prettiest lady I have ever seen! She has the face of the girl I have been dreaming about for years. We get in and get off at the same stops. She is always with this weird looking girl, who is always whispering something to her. I think my dream girl is a teacher, because she often carries these notebooks home. She has the most amazing smile, and her hair – she adorns them in a different way everyday, and it’s a game I play with myself, predicting whether it’s tied up, or in a braid. I follow her everyday till the exit. But damn! She is married! So her husband is always there to receive her. And the moment I see him, we turn around and are gone. She is the lady I dream about, and I can’t have her.. sigh!
She writes:
I have noticed him look my way every single day. He gets in and get off the same stop as us. He hangs around with his friends, laughing and joking, displaying all the characteristics of an alpha male. He is actually good-looking, and my friend Ruchi is so smitten by him! I hate to burst her bubble though. She blushes and giggles and talks about him constantly. He always makes it a point to “drop” us to the exit, though when he sees my darling dear, he heels. I told the mister about this, and he masks a stern face to scare him away, and then when he is gone, we have a hearty laugh. Ruchi thinks it’s very considerate of him, shows that he cares. Uff! College boys and girls!
I write – the tragedy of a love triangle, who would you want to be?
O boy! If I ever saw Adonis in person, this would have to be him! I see him on the platform every morning and every evening. We both get in at Goregaon and get off at Mahalaxmi. I’m guessing he works in an IT company. He has the most amazing looks. He looks fresh as a daisy at any time of day! He is like a model for the AXE effect, I can almost see the women drawn to him in slo-mo. And when he flashes his pearly whites, I can see a whiff of air rustle his hair, or do I imagine it? He is usually with a bunch of friends – laughing and joking around. Once we alight the train, he and his friends make sure they follow my friend and me to the exit, but then effortlessly they turn around and are gone. I can’t wait for the moment he comes up to me and asks me out.. I wonder if I will hear violins, like they show in the movies. Sigh!
He writes:
Man she is the prettiest lady I have ever seen! She has the face of the girl I have been dreaming about for years. We get in and get off at the same stops. She is always with this weird looking girl, who is always whispering something to her. I think my dream girl is a teacher, because she often carries these notebooks home. She has the most amazing smile, and her hair – she adorns them in a different way everyday, and it’s a game I play with myself, predicting whether it’s tied up, or in a braid. I follow her everyday till the exit. But damn! She is married! So her husband is always there to receive her. And the moment I see him, we turn around and are gone. She is the lady I dream about, and I can’t have her.. sigh!
She writes:
I have noticed him look my way every single day. He gets in and get off the same stop as us. He hangs around with his friends, laughing and joking, displaying all the characteristics of an alpha male. He is actually good-looking, and my friend Ruchi is so smitten by him! I hate to burst her bubble though. She blushes and giggles and talks about him constantly. He always makes it a point to “drop” us to the exit, though when he sees my darling dear, he heels. I told the mister about this, and he masks a stern face to scare him away, and then when he is gone, we have a hearty laugh. Ruchi thinks it’s very considerate of him, shows that he cares. Uff! College boys and girls!
I write – the tragedy of a love triangle, who would you want to be?
Monday, May 10, 2010
Don’t forget to remember
The human mind is amazing.. It functions round the clock, 24x7, but stops exactly when we enter the examination hall - experienced this umpteen number of times? I have!!
During exams I have worked so hard to cram in information all at a time, everyday the type of information changed, depending on the subject, and I have always been amazed at how submissive my brain is to all my expeditions! I have gone from studying Science with all the human processes, to Hindi with reading Munshi Premchand and Ramdhari Singh “Dinkar”, to memorising the kaanas and matras in Marathi. Over the years it has adapted from the content at school, to graduation and now post graduation, from languages to Physics and now Management Studies!
The human mind processes information and stores it and that’s how we have memories, some we remember, some we don’t. Like the breath-taking views atop a mountain, the time spent with friends, the time spent with a loved one - yea a bunch of good memories. Also the times we stood paralysed on the stage, the time we wept before 200 people, or the time(s) we stood in traffic and our vehicle refused to start – yea a host of bad memories too!
But through it all, my brain retained very little except what it thought important and useful – and some of which had absolutely no relevance!!
And then there is this – “kissa phone number ka” I used to talk to this individual quite often, and I had the number stored not only in my phone but also in my memory, I could dial it anywhere anytime, but then due to certain fall-outs, he did not remain a very good friend of mine, so I tried deleting his number, but heck, when the number would flash on my screen, I knew it was him! My brain would just not forget his number!! I thought about his number right now and I still remember it!
That’s the crazy thing about our brains, it remembers the good times, the bad times and the ugly times too, and all these memories together create a whole big entity – US. It shapes the way we approach our future lives, if we choose to wallow over the bad ones, we become apprehensive, and if we choose to focus on the good times, it will bring this smile on your face.
Michel de Montaigne said “Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it. Hmm.. so there’s a thought.. the next time you want a man to remember an important date try “Don’t forget to remember”.. maybe that ought to do the trick.. ;)
During exams I have worked so hard to cram in information all at a time, everyday the type of information changed, depending on the subject, and I have always been amazed at how submissive my brain is to all my expeditions! I have gone from studying Science with all the human processes, to Hindi with reading Munshi Premchand and Ramdhari Singh “Dinkar”, to memorising the kaanas and matras in Marathi. Over the years it has adapted from the content at school, to graduation and now post graduation, from languages to Physics and now Management Studies!
The human mind processes information and stores it and that’s how we have memories, some we remember, some we don’t. Like the breath-taking views atop a mountain, the time spent with friends, the time spent with a loved one - yea a bunch of good memories. Also the times we stood paralysed on the stage, the time we wept before 200 people, or the time(s) we stood in traffic and our vehicle refused to start – yea a host of bad memories too!
But through it all, my brain retained very little except what it thought important and useful – and some of which had absolutely no relevance!!
And then there is this – “kissa phone number ka” I used to talk to this individual quite often, and I had the number stored not only in my phone but also in my memory, I could dial it anywhere anytime, but then due to certain fall-outs, he did not remain a very good friend of mine, so I tried deleting his number, but heck, when the number would flash on my screen, I knew it was him! My brain would just not forget his number!! I thought about his number right now and I still remember it!
That’s the crazy thing about our brains, it remembers the good times, the bad times and the ugly times too, and all these memories together create a whole big entity – US. It shapes the way we approach our future lives, if we choose to wallow over the bad ones, we become apprehensive, and if we choose to focus on the good times, it will bring this smile on your face.
Michel de Montaigne said “Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it. Hmm.. so there’s a thought.. the next time you want a man to remember an important date try “Don’t forget to remember”.. maybe that ought to do the trick.. ;)
The Musician
The first time i heard of him, it was all praises,
Almost intimidating, his life’s phases,
Talented, is a multi-dimensional word to describe him.
And when I saw him do what he does best...
I thought it was like finding Captain Jack Sparrows treasure chest.
The first thing that caught my eye was the cutest naughtiest smile,
With a dimple that adorned his face all the while.
Spiked hair with too much gel,
And expressions that he expressed real well..
His eyes said a thousand words,
A look that would make people want to join his herd.
The first time i saw him, i was too shy to say much,
Coz he was like this rockstar, and i didn’t know what to say as such
They all had their fun, while I stood aside,
And did my very best to just hide.
In the end I was introduced and I said a hi,
He smiled that dimpled smile too and replied with soft polite hi.
The second time I met him, he was more accommodating.
The naughtiness behind that smile just kept overflowing.
We joked around like a bunch of kids in a park,
And then I heard him sing, straight out of a forest, like a lark.
He was unfazed with the assembling curious audience..
He has this charisma that creates such an ambience.
He joked around a little too much that day..
And I faked anger, in my own way..
So the next day i got a message from him that said “sorry”..
And I smiled back saying.. don’t you worry.. im okie,
We talked to each other for a long long time,
14 hrs, via messages, a record long time.
Whilst he was at work and I was at home.
Whilst he toiled and all I did was roam.
He is a multi talented person,
Music runs through his veins.
When he sings, its breath-taking,
The first time I heard him I couldn’t stop smiling..
The first time he sang for me
I gushed “oh my gosh.. o dear me”
He dreams big, he dreams large,
Someday to be standing atop a stage,
Singing and playing before a million shouting screaming fans,
Or making music, if not with a band.
His dream is simple and I believe it,
There is no scope for a doubt in it.
He has it all, and he is realistic,
He knows it will happen if he just sticks to it.
The life he lives I thought was perfect,
If I ever wanted another life, this would be it,
But since then, we’ve talked about a lot of things..
And he busted many of my myths.
His life wasn’t the way I thought it was..
With talent comes a set of woes,
The inhibitions, the uncertainity, the helplessness,
The betrayals, the sadness, the doubtfulness.
It all creeps in, it starts to settle in.
But even through it all I see it happenin’
So this is my message of good luck to you
“When u get where you want to go,
Watch out for me, you better know,
Look into that crowd of screaming fans,
Look out for the one whose frantically waving her hands,
Remember my voice, coz you’re going to hear me scream,
I will be there, the day you achieve your dream,
The day you bring to life, your vision,
O my adorable musician.
Almost intimidating, his life’s phases,
Talented, is a multi-dimensional word to describe him.
And when I saw him do what he does best...
I thought it was like finding Captain Jack Sparrows treasure chest.
The first thing that caught my eye was the cutest naughtiest smile,
With a dimple that adorned his face all the while.
Spiked hair with too much gel,
And expressions that he expressed real well..
His eyes said a thousand words,
A look that would make people want to join his herd.
The first time i saw him, i was too shy to say much,
Coz he was like this rockstar, and i didn’t know what to say as such
They all had their fun, while I stood aside,
And did my very best to just hide.
In the end I was introduced and I said a hi,
He smiled that dimpled smile too and replied with soft polite hi.
The second time I met him, he was more accommodating.
The naughtiness behind that smile just kept overflowing.
We joked around like a bunch of kids in a park,
And then I heard him sing, straight out of a forest, like a lark.
He was unfazed with the assembling curious audience..
He has this charisma that creates such an ambience.
He joked around a little too much that day..
And I faked anger, in my own way..
So the next day i got a message from him that said “sorry”..
And I smiled back saying.. don’t you worry.. im okie,
We talked to each other for a long long time,
14 hrs, via messages, a record long time.
Whilst he was at work and I was at home.
Whilst he toiled and all I did was roam.
He is a multi talented person,
Music runs through his veins.
When he sings, its breath-taking,
The first time I heard him I couldn’t stop smiling..
The first time he sang for me
I gushed “oh my gosh.. o dear me”
He dreams big, he dreams large,
Someday to be standing atop a stage,
Singing and playing before a million shouting screaming fans,
Or making music, if not with a band.
His dream is simple and I believe it,
There is no scope for a doubt in it.
He has it all, and he is realistic,
He knows it will happen if he just sticks to it.
The life he lives I thought was perfect,
If I ever wanted another life, this would be it,
But since then, we’ve talked about a lot of things..
And he busted many of my myths.
His life wasn’t the way I thought it was..
With talent comes a set of woes,
The inhibitions, the uncertainity, the helplessness,
The betrayals, the sadness, the doubtfulness.
It all creeps in, it starts to settle in.
But even through it all I see it happenin’
So this is my message of good luck to you
“When u get where you want to go,
Watch out for me, you better know,
Look into that crowd of screaming fans,
Look out for the one whose frantically waving her hands,
Remember my voice, coz you’re going to hear me scream,
I will be there, the day you achieve your dream,
The day you bring to life, your vision,
O my adorable musician.
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