Very few people are online...most seem to be partying outside :)...

I wanted to pen a lot of things. Thanks to the worsening eye condition, I have a persistant headache and I cant seem to concentrate on anything else but the time...I know there'll be calls, those who are lucky enough to find  a network....and my sleep would be disturbed..so not sleeping yet. 

New Year is just 10 mins away now and I want to wish everyone a very HAPPY NEW YEAR. 

Yeah keeping it simple. One thing I am thankful for in 2008 is all the wonderful people I got to know on blogosphere...Thanks for being a part of my life and I hope our association continues in 2009 and beyond.

Thanks Once again:




Another fresh new year is here . . .
Another year to live!
To banish worry, doubt, and fear,
To love and laugh and give!

This bright new year is given me
To live each day with zest . . .
To daily grow and try to be
My highest and my best!

I have the opportunity
Once more to right some wrongs,
To pray for peace, to plant a tree,
And sing more joyful songs!

Tuesday Terror....

And they say one has Monday morning blues. It was terror tuesday for me at home, with my sister around. She has been "treating" me to STEP UP 2, the movie, every other day. She loves the music, loves the dances...and in short...loves the movie. So when she said she'll treat me to STEP UP 2 AGAIN...this time I had to step in and impose my "elder sister's authority of negation". Some rights do come handy. :P

After I vetoed the movie, we sat down to watch BEE MOVIE. Saw it half way and got really really bored. Sister has a master back-up plan ready as always. "KUNG FU PANDA!!" she exclaims. Gosh we saw it two days ago...and it wouldn't run on the divx vcd player for some reason. Hence yet another plan went down the drain. We have no less than 200 movies at home (not an understatement...dad doesnt go to theatre...his policy is if we have to spend 200 bucks on a movie in theatre, might as well wait a while, get the VCD when it comes out, and watch it in the comfort of our home...pausing...fast forwarding...rewinding..susu breaks and all :p. As a result, we have all the movies that were released last few years..including Ram Gopal Verma ki Aag and Drona. One of papa's clients is an Owner of a large DVD/VCD store...so he keeps sending all the new releases too. That way, we have a VCD library of our own.)

In the end, we decided to watch "FREAKY FRIDAY". I had TOP RAMEN NOODLES with a lot of cheese, had an ugly stare from my sis with a "what happened to your plans of quiting all forms of instant noodles?". And I said, "New Year resolution...aaj aakhri baar...One last time!!". Hopefully I will not eat any more Maggie/Top Ramen in the new year...doesnt suit my stomach at all, but I love the taste :)

After that, I proceeded to read DESCENT INTO CHAOS. It is taking far more time than I expected, and I have not been able to finish 10 books before year end :(  Finished it half way, and I am now thinking of reading one of the two books I picked up : VERNON GOD LITTLE and THE GOOD EARTH. I think its gonna be VERNON

I have to have some restraint order placed upon me, I seem to be giving the book industry a lot to cheer about. I picked up 6 books this month, now as I look back. They are:

I dunno why it seems like such a crime to me, to enter into a book store and not buy a book. I went to Odyssey the other day. Its quite close to my place, and asked them if they could give me a job, I'd work in return for a few books a month...no payment needed. The store people had a bewildered/amused look on their faces and just kept smiling, thinking I was cracking a joke. I am a regular at Odyssey and share a laugh or two with their staff every time I visit. They took it in Jest...unfortunate for me :(

So rest of the tuesday went in reading book and trying to execute my plans to purge. I was gonna take out all the useless cartons and throw away every unwanted thing my mom keeps in the house saying "Future use". I also cleaned the fridge today (holidays mein ghar ki saaf safai hi hoti hai babu !! ) and it is so spotlessly cleaned (proud of myself) that I dont feel like putting anything inside the fridge :D

When I reached into a cabinet, to remove all the old cartons, I found there were termites in that area. That was real real real bad. I think the person to treat the same should be arriving today. A large house is difficult to maintain, as I have come to find. :( None of us are at home most of the day and the poor house is so neglected :( 

I think I Should stop the ramblings for now. Wish you all a very very very Happy New Year. Yeah, keeping it simple...but the new year post would be posted tomorrow. Peace :) 

Monday Morning Hues

Time Check: 
7.10 AM.

One of the rare days that I woke up before 7 lately. As a kid, I remember being such a darn disciplined kid, I almost gave myself a medal and a trophy for it :P Ahh!! That changed as I graduated. I dont know who else to blame but myself, for taking some really rash decisions. Anyways, as Master Oogway says in Kung Fu Panda : Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery, Today is a gift. Thats why we call it PRESENT :)

So the driving class count has been exactly where it was. I've missed my last ten classes, thanks to an eye infection (CYST). Got plenty of time to catch up on my sleep and said to myself : "This monday, I am no longer gonna be lazy. I'll finish off those 8 remaining classes." And so I woke at 6 (with the help of two cell-phone alarms). Called up the driving class guy and he said he wont be able to make it today as he's in his village. Darn!! He'll call me when he returns. :(  :(  Decide to take my car on my own. After the morning routine, went up to Ma and asked her if we can go and take a round in the colony...give me some much needed road exposure.
 Momma says : "SURE"....and she covers the blanket over her head and goes off to sleep.
Papa Says: "Its cold outside and its too dark outside...light toh aane de". Hmmmmm

Thus I begin blogging...since my sleep is destroyed. Read the updated blogs in the blog-roll, my mind is still fresh with a heated conversation with dad (minor argument..chalte rehta hai) and I so want to drive that car :( :(

Heck..its 7.19 already and I've been rambling on. There's a Kendriya Vidyalaya two blocks away from my home and there'll be cartloads of kids out on the road now. I dont wanna be shit scared. I think I am just gonna go on my own (damn! I cant find my learner's license). Relatives are expected in a while and we have to go and pick them up from Secunderabad Station. I was thinking I'd drive up until a certain point, then Mom can continue her James Bond style driving. 

My problem here is I have been learning to drive an Indica...coz that's what dad has. I tried driving  Mom's Maruti one day and I felt like I'd been dismounted from a buffallo and placed upon a donkey. Sorry for the comparisions but the Maruti is too light for my liking...and its ABC..Accelerator, Break and Clutch...dont seem smooth enough. Mom has maintained her vehicle but I still like the Indica better. I neeeeed to learn to drive on the roads of Hyderabad/Secunderabad :( 

Ok 7:27 now...Enough is enough. I have had enough. Its gonna be the other way round. I am gonna pull mom out of her bed (she should be doing that...jesus!!!). If not I am going to give some much needed Dhamki of going alone :P 

7.28 toodles everyone...maybe a post later in the day but right now I need to go...real bad :P


P.S THANKS MITHE for the award :) :) Morning Morning you made my Monday :) :) 
And Sourish is blog-rolled. :)



Another Tag

PJ tagged me to do this injustice to you all :P, so let me get this done and over with ;) I must admit, this one has some tough questions, for which I'll try my best to give as many non-filmy responses as I can. Here goes:

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?
----> Third World War....the non-bombing, non-nuclear types.

2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?
----> Write something really brilliant that affects people in a good way...Also It wouldn't hurt if I get to meet Kimi Raikkonen :P

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
----> George W. Bush...any day. 

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
----> Will NOT invest in stocks for sure :P Maybe put it to use in buliding schools where they are needed, with a proper infrastructure.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
----> I have been in love with my best friend ever since he became my best friend :P 

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
----> BOTH.

7. How long would you wait for someone you love?
----> As long as I have hope of him returning.

8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?
----> Kimi is openly attatched :( And there's nothing I can do about him...except profess my love for him on my blogs, which he doesnt read....YET! :p

9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?
----> Prevention of Child Abuse

10. What takes you down the fastest?
----> Jactitation....I dunno why it irritates me so..but it does :(

11. Change of quest..... What's your main Aim in life?
----> Do something useful and make a difference in as many lives as possible.

12. What's your fear?
----> Losing focus

13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?
-----> The most adorable person I know on blogosphere :) 

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
----> How about being Committed to a banker?? :P

15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
----> Check my cellphone for the time :P

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?
----> If its Kimi, then him, if he'll have me too :P....otherwise....inki pinki ponkey :P :P :P :P

17. Would you give all in a relationship?

----> Y-E-S

18. What's eating you now?
----> Inability to write something good :( ...and a bad eye-infection which is slowing down my reading process :(

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
----> Both have their own pros and cons...right now, I am content being single :)

Ok...now I have to tag 6 people right???

Its gonna be :
Nithin (Whenever you are back...go thru this routine :p)

Now get on with it :P


We're into the last fortnight of this year, and this is what has been happening around me:

I'm into day 17 of driving classes, ten more classes to go and I'll finish the stipulated course...hopefully I am road ready by then, which I am not as yet. Everyday its been the 6.40 am class which was pushed back to 8 o clock today. Needless to say, for someone unaccustomed to driving in traffic, it was a maddening experience. I love to zip around on the scooty...but driving a car, was phew!!....I wish I had Kimi beside me, probably that would help. Sure, concentration would be an issue, but then again....ok!! Will stop the rambling now!! :P

Work has taken a beating with most companies cutting costs and advertisements going down. For a small firm where I work, with a clientele that has been steadily losing revenue, advertising is limited. That way I am not too busy during this holiday season (whilst I expected to be), with a handful of projects coming this way. Not complaining..I have the time to catch up on my books.  :)

I had this trivial thing on my agenda: to finish reading 10 books by the end of this year. I started on 17th November with book 1, right now I am on book 4. So, 15 days and 6 books to go. You do the math. Attainment of that goal looks a little bleak, but then, the cliched term : IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING. Watch out for this space  :)

With the Formula One season already ending a while ago, I have not been having much interest in catching up with telly-dom lately.  I've only been using the idiot box to watch some great movies on DVD - Read "A Wednesday" and  "Gone Baby Gone".

A really old net friend, Banibhusan, is coming to Hyderabad for the first time this weekend. Pretty psyched about his impending visit. Apart from all the hilarious calls we make to each other, we've been each other's emotional support when it was so required. I just hope the meeting goes well. Given his apparent love for chicken, I plan on taking him to a reputed restaurant so that he can have the delicious Hyderabadi Biriyani. Watch out for this space yet again!! :)

Reading DESCENT INTO CHAOS by Ahmed Rashid. That's book 4, in case I didnt mention. Oh yes, I didnt mention. Next Change : O Jerusalem!

My lil sis (18 yrs old...not little, mind you!!) :P has been making me hear all these "gangsta-rap" songs, which I quite enjoy for their beats. Trouble starts when I break into an impromptu dance and am asked, rather impolitely, to dispense with the comedy circus. I tell you, "real" talent has no takers these days *sigh*

Finally, my best friend of 14 years, just got engaged a few days ago. I am happy for him that he found a great girl, and by March next year, he should be forever bonded in holy matrimony. :) Wish him all the happiness in the world.

Life has been moving at a dreadfully slow pace. I think I need to get out of Hyderabad for a while. Lets see what life has in store next. Peace out you all, nothing more to pen. Cheers!!

P.S: I have put up a new box for the most interesting blogger/post I come across, the readership for which is low considering the amazing content it has. Just a request to all you bloggers who come to my blog, to go through that one as well..and please comment too :). Go to "TOP READ FOR THE WEEK" and check it out.
 Featuring this week : OVERATED OUTCAST

And the Award goes to..

So, the award season continues...and I thought I saw the end of it a few months ago. I am sure Nostradamus wouldn't be happy with me for getting my predictions all wrong (he probably predicted that I'll get it wrong...duh uh...why am I rambling about him now??). 

This has been pending for a while now, so I just thought I'll get over with this one before I continue getting back to posting other stuff. Have met some really amazing bloggers recently, and to be awarded by them feels really special. The following is the list of awards I've got from blogger friends, which I am not-so-promptly passing on to my favourite ones:

Shalom and Diva presented me with the Butterfly award which are being passed on to:

 Kochu  -- Nithin Jayan, Without a doubt, has remained my favourite blogger for a while now.

 PJ -- Priya Joyce, The most adorable blogger I know. Its fun reading her posts and even more fun when we have our chats. :))

 Aqua -- One of the bloggers whose posts I started reading during my "off" days,  and made me feel good, post after post. :)

  Reb -- a.k.a Jiggy to me, one of my most recent blogger friends, tolerates my blabber-mouth attitude, and I guess is waiting with a hungry tummy for our wada-paav party :P 

 Reflections -- Had my initiation to her blogs pretty recently, but I feel like I've been addicted to her blogs forever, in a manner I am not even addicted to reading my India Today weekly!! Absolutely love her posts.

 Anoop -- One blogger I have admired ever since I can remember coming to blogosphere. His comments post after post encouraged me to write further, kinda like an affirmation that yes, somebody is reading my posts :)  Hugs!! :)

Now coming to the next batch:
Reflections  and PJ awarded me this beautiful award, which are being passed on to:

 My space -- Her blog "My Family" was the first one I ever read and it just completely blew me away, as I read and re-read it. I have been forwarding 
it to friends (who are genuinely interested in reading blogs) ever since I read it. Amazing stuff. Thanks!! :)

 Crystal -- The most talented blogger in the blogosphere I have so far treaded on. Her writing has left me speechless most times. She's a wonder, 
truly. Absolutely love her. Thanks!! :)

 Shalom -- Again, one of bloggers I've  recently come across, I just love the simplicity in her blogs and the manner in which she can tell everything she feels....just plainly. Someone I have begun to admire a lot. Thanks!! :)

 Vinay -- I never knew I liked reading poetry until I read his blog. The way he expresses himself through his rhymes, just tug at my heart strings...some of them the most amazing ones I've read to date. Just amazingly beautiful. Thanks!! :)

 Swats -- Another blogger whose blog I've been recently to and loved reading every single one of them that I've read so far. I like the fearlessness in her writing, the way she speaks her mind.
 Thanks!! :)

And finally, PJ gave me this beautiful award too, which I pass on to the most free-spirited bloggers I know on blogosphere. (Beware : Long list ahead!!)








Phew...enough of the awards. I'm already tired linking up blog url's. :)  Congratulations to all the winners. Keep writing. :) Cheers!!

P.S: I Say, at this rate, every blogger in blogosphere will have gotten every award available here. Talk about equal treatment. :P :) ;) Cheers!! :)

Time to Stand Up for yourself

Forgiving a Terrorist is left to GOD. But fixing their appointment with GOD is our responsibility.
                          ---INDIAN ARMY---

My nephew Krishang turned 4 today. In the midst of his birthday celebrations, our constant fixation with the news channels continued as we watched the terror drama unfold in Mumbai. Amidst the reports of heroics by the Indian Armed Forces, the NSG and the Marine Commandos, we heard the news of another child who celebrates his birthday today, with the biggest tragedy of his life.

Terrorists killed all 5 hostages held at Nariman House. Among the dead, were this little Israeli child's parents (age of the child unknown, but from the pictures, he appears 1-2 yrs old). For two days, India and the rest of the world have scrapped their routine television schedules to watch the latest developments taking place in South Mumbai's landmark as well as elite hotels.  The Taj Mahal Palace, Oberoi and Trident are household names now, if not earlier. The world is watching us. Maybe because of the number of people from various nationalities who were attacked. 

And we have the familiar sights yet again. Politicians raking political mileage out of all this. I've been listening to this crap throughout this entire ordeal. L.K. Advani, Shivraj Patil, Pranab Mukherjee, Narendra Modi....the list of name callers goes on and on. I have enormous respect for Manmohan Singh as an economist. But as the leader of this country, I think he's a hopeless failure, these terror attacks notwithstanding. 

The whole blogosphere is angry. Including myself. Why shouldn't we be? Can't we be safe in our country and our home? I am angry not with just the political blame game. I am angry with myself for being a silent witness to all this name calling and unkept promises by the so called leaders. I have questions....I have no answers.

Where the hell is Raj Thackeray now when innocent lives were lost in "his" Mumbai? Where are his MNS supporters now?

Is it just me, or the terrorists seem much more united in their cause than we as a country seem to be? Aren't we our biggest enemies in that case?

L.K.Advani, Jaswant Singh, Narendra Modi, Shivraj Patil, R.R. Patil were all shown at the scene of terror for a fleeting glance when they came to make their poilitical statements. They wasted all that money to come down to Mumbai and give us all that crap and stand at safe distance from the scenes of horror to address the media to use this as campaigning platform?

How many more terrorist attacks before we learn to demand action from these incompetent men at the helm of the affairs of our country? How many more days will we go back to chasing our materialistic dreams and brush aside things that concern all of us, by saying "The Governement should have done so and so"?

Is it not our duty to keep the government on its toes and make it responsible to take action against every reasonable grieviance we have? Why should we be helped if we are not ready to stand together and raise our voices and ask for what is rightfully ours?

How many times have we complained about the bad road conditions on our way to work/college etc. and never bother to demand the government to provide us what has been promised?? Why do we keep using those bad roads, or in other case, use other roads, waiting for the government to take steps when it has time?

If we cant stand together and demand for our basic rights, why do we expect the government to do anything else on the much larger issues?

We complain about non-availabilty of young, honest, dynamic, educated leaders to lead our country. How many of the people who actually fit that profile, would rather lead this country than run the affairs of a Multi-million dollar MNC?

Why do most parents encourage their children to become lawyers, doctors, engineers, chartered accountants? Why not something bigger? Like the Prime Minister of the World's Largest Democracy?

It is such an irony that even I am a coward when it comes to answering these questions. These have been troubling me throughout the day as I sat there listening to chilling accounts of horrific tales that are being told in Mumbai. Its not about religion, nor nationality. Nor caste, nor status. 

Its about human life. 

And how its value seems to get depreciated in the hustle and bustle of daily life. 
Can Rs 1 Crore for the families of the brave martyred soldiers diminish their pain that they are feeling now? 
Can those few thousands of Rupees repair the fractured souls of the people who went through this ordeal?
What goes on inside a terrorist's mind to kill someone else in flesh and blood? What?

I can go on and on and on. Writing here might not serve any greater purpose than to serve as a medium to vent my ire. I know I have been shaken like never before. 9/11 was a spectacle for me, something I had witnessed and shrugged off, as a carefree teenager. 26/11 cannot be that. For now, the world has changed many folds. 

Do we want our children to grow up in a hostile environment with a constant fear for their life? 

Do we want to blame particular communities and countries for our sufferrings, forever and ever, and just witness all this until it reaches our very doorstep?

Do we want to be just passive watchers and just comment from the sidelines thinking, "Oh it has happened somewhere else, lets think of something more important, like say, the recession".

Do we want to still wait for the government to keep playing dirty political games, talk only about elections, take out extensive rallies with our hard earned money and not give us basic like street lights?

Or do we now start demanding them to give us what we as tax paying citizens of this country deserve and make our voices heard?

After all, even we deserve the chance to live our life free of fear. If the politicians deserve the elite security forces, can the rest of the 1 billion odd population just settle with less than mediocre??



My Song... :)

Yeah Yeah so I am getting inspired by Nik :) :) and jotting down the lyrics of the song which I think I can identify the most with. I think John Mayer is an amazing musician and everyone of his songs are soulful.  Though "Clarity" is my favorite John Mayer song, I cant help but identify myself with the first song of his I ever heard...Here it goes:

This is a call to the colorblind
This is an IOU
I'm stranded behind the horizon line
Tied up in something true

Yes I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
I'm surrounded by all this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting for my fuse to dry

Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be so damn much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for

Why is it not the time?
What is there more to learn?.. yeah
I shed this skin I've been tripping in
Never to quite return

Yes I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
I'm surrounded by all this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting for my fuse to dry

Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be so damn much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for
Cause I'm bigger than my body now

Maybe I'll tangle in the power lines
And it might be over in a second's time
But I'll gladly go down in a flame
If a flame's what it takes to remember my name
To remember my name, yeah

Yes I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
I'm surrounded by all this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting for my fuse to dry
Waiting for my fuse to dry

Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be so damn much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body
I'm bigger than my body
I'm bigger than my body now

Oooh... Oooh....Ooo..Ooo
Oooh... Oooh....Ooo..Ooo

I practically listen to this song and sing along EVERYDAY. Oh I absolutely love it...peps me up like nothing else :)...So.... what's your song? :)

P.S. I'll be back blogging real soon...been having all sorts of techincal problems with the system as well as the internet connection...everything in repair mode...there will soon be a surprise blog...Kochu...hush!!! :P

"Auto"-matic Fun :)

Weird title for the post, but couldn't think of a better one. Couldn't think of anything else actually. This is a fun incident that happened today, I hope I can do justice to it.

I was waiting to find an auto at the busy Abids area in Hyderabad, to go to my father's bank at Himayatnagar. It normally takes around Rs 15-18 to travel that distance in an autorickshaw. These days, the autowallahs refuse to go by their meter and always ask for an exhorbitant sum. So today when I enquired about 15 autowallahs, the lowest they agreed to go was for 40 bucks. That was sheer robbery. Some even quoted Rs 60. On telling them to go by meter, they say :
"Madam, mehengai ka zamaana hai, humaare bhi kharche hai" (Madam, its costly these days, we need to meet our expenses too).
But is that an excuse??

Finally after asking another autowallah, I decided to call my cousin brother who lives at Abids, to come and drop me at the bank. Now why didn't I think of it before?? Simple. Just didn't want to trouble him. So, bro came and dropped me off at the bank where papa was waiting in our car with our neighbour, Moti Uncle.

As soon as I got into the car, I said, "These autowallahs...bloody no one was ready to come for less than Rs 40-50. Its so irritating".
To this papa said, "haan aajkal aisa hi ho gaya hai. Bahut demands ho rahi hai autowaalo ki" (Yeah its like that these days, autowaalas demanding a lot).

Moti Uncle always has something to say about everything. So he says, in his typical Hyderabadi accent, "Tu usko bolna tha "Bhaiyya, auto ka rate nahi pooch rahi, mere ko auto nahi khareedne ka hai....bas himayatnagar tak jaane ka hai" "(You should have said "Brother, I am not asking you for the auto's rate. I dont want to purchase your auto, I just want to go till Himayatnagar")

I found it really funny, I mean his witty, sarcastic reply. I hope you found it funny too.


P.S -- I might not have been able to do justice to what he said..very heavy hyderabadi accent, I didnt know how to put it in words here. So just imagine yesteryears actor Mehmood, who used to do the accent. :)

Ads You must watch (If not seen already)

Taking a cue from Alok, who put up his favourite advert in his blog, I am here to put up my favourite advertisement in a long while.

This one is Max New York Life Insurance where the tag line goes "KARO ZYAADA KA IRAADA". Its a beautiful ad, which tells us about how every person wants something someone else has and is never satisfied with what he/she have. And the end of the ad was so amazing. My mom didnt understand this ad and I had to make her understand it 2 times before she finally got it. I think this is one of the wittiest ad I have seen.

Talk about coming full-circle!! :D

My second most favourite ad these days is the Mastercard ad about friends in college and after college, the one with the song PURANI JEANS in its background. Couldn't find it on youtube :( :( If anyone finds it, please link it up. I love that ad so much.

Have fun everyone. :)

Happy Birthday Darling :)

Ahem..I know. Back to blogging after a while now. Just been a little pre-occupied with other stuff and frankly been totally uninspired since I got back :( But life's all good. Hoping to start again here real soon.

Coming to the main event of today, its OCTOBER 17TH and it is my sweetheart's birthday. I am not even going to ask you guys to guess, coz come on, isnt it so obvious?? :P

For those who didnt get the plot yet, its my KIMPAA's birthday today. Big boy turns 29 and sigh he's as handsome as ever :P

Yeah so this year the driver's championship isnt retained by him and frankly too many people are mad at him (I was too, at times but then again, our Kimi is just our Kimi) :). Better luck next year darling, for me you are always the best (biased?? SURE!!!)

SO HERE'S WISHING MY KIMI A VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. May many more world titles come to you in the future.



And the rest was HISTORY...

Its 2.47 PM on Monday morning I.E 29th September 2008 and I am happy to see that I was a witness to a piece of Formula One history being made. The first Night race ever in Formula One was held last night and I was there, watching it all at turn 5. And writing a blog just CANNOT give words to what I felt. It was the single most amazing thing to have happened to me in my 22 Yrs on this planet.

I left home at 3.15 noon. It looked like it would rain, was very cloudy and I messaged Divya and Kalyan (My jijaji) that it looks like it would rain. Kalyan, the local weatherman as I have started to call him, said it wouldn't rain. I was at the Marina Bay Circuit at 4.15 and was searching the Gate 7 entry. I heard cars whizzing by. That was the Formula BMW Pacific that was taking place. I walked along the roads and found an entry to Gate 2. I asked one of the police personnels where I could enter gate 7 from. He said I could get into Gate 2 and walk around till Gate 7 internally. So I did. One thing I got to say is the hospitability of the Singaporeans. Everything is answered with a bright smile on their face.

I entered Gate 2 and found a nice place to sit. I had walkabout tickets so I could walk around anywhere in the Gate 2-7 vicinity. And I am so glad I just stayed put at Gate 2 for most of the race. As soon as the Formula BMW Pacific event concluded, there was the other support event of Porsche Carrera Cup Asia. Once that was done, I just sat there listening to songs on my iPod when I saw people pointing out to something. I just about managed to take the ear plugs off in time when I heard them shout "Go Felipe!!". The driver's parade had begun. Each driver was placed in a vintage car with their names written on the cars, and they were being taken around the track. One driver in each car. When I saw Felipe Massa go by, I knew the next would be Raikkonen. I quickly fumbled to switch on my camera which I was using in Video mode, coz I could hardly take any good pics in motion.

And there he was. 50 feet away from me, separated by a barrier. If there were no barriers there and if Kimi just stood there, I could have walked up to him in less than 50 steps. And that is no exaggeration. That is how close I was to the race track. I managed to switch on the Camera just as he was passing by and I noticed I wasnt concentrating on the camera at all. My eyes were stuck on him. My heart was pounding and my hands were shivering. And I saw him, as clear as daylight. There he was. The most amazing looking man I'd seen. And he looks much much better than his pics. Oh I cant tell you how I felt at that moment. I was so awe-struck that I had gone numb for a moment. Probably the happiest that I have felt.

Then the others driver went by. I caught them on the camera but the cars were going too fast for my camera. Not as fast as the F1 cars of course..they are vintage cars. But my camera wasnt accustomed to sports photography I guess. So the video isnt all that great. Lewis Hamilton had the warmest smile of all the drivers. He is such a pleaser. But his arrogance has put me off quite a bit and hence I wont talk about him too much. Robert Kubica had the loudest of cheer after Kimi Raikkonen. (P.S. In a local newspaper there was a compilation of list of reasons why Singaporeans will watch F1 at the Marina Bay circuit...and one of the reason was "TO WATCH KIMI RAIKKONEN").

The race started and it was just awesome. The crowd was cheering and people went crazy. The loud noise of the roaring engines...WOW!!! I had ear plugs on for a while and then I removed those to "hear" F1 at its best. It was an amazing feeling to hear the cars whizz by. Just across from me, like 50 feet away. I am not going to write much about the race, except that Kimi Raikkonen crashed out and there was the biggest groan from the crowd when that announcement was made. There was non stop commentary that was going on at the circuit and between the roaring sounds we could hear little.

All in all, I had the time of my life...and I've never felt this way before :P ...going a little musical am I?? Why not?? After all I saw Kimi. And Wow...I am more in love with him now than ever before :P

I leave from Singapore tomorrow i.e 30th September. It was a visit I'll never forget. In my lifetime. The only thing that can top this right now is meeting Kimi in person. I was yakking all the way home with Appu about Kimi. I said If I become a good sports journalist, I can meet him :P...hehehe...I'd be too tongue tied I said. But I swear, I cant tell you how I'm feeling. :)

Peace out everyone...I'll sign off for now. Happiness all around!! :)

Singapore DAY 1

Its 7.21 PM and me and Kalyan just came back from a whole day's walking walking walking... Phew!! Haven't walked this much in months...seriously speaking my toes hurt right now, but it was all worth it.

I woke up at 10.30 in the morning today and then went about doing morning LOITERING ...unsure what I was supposed to do. Appu prepared Aloo Ka Parathas and that's what we had to fill our tummies. Got ready around 12.30 PM and Me, Appu and Kalyan took the train (they call it MRTs here) to Dhoby Ghaut. From there we changed trains and went to City Hall. And walking walking it was all the way.

Saw a BMW F1 car....not bad...I quite like it :) Went around , basically covered most of the track (roads closed so went about walking around it...see picture for the parts we covered).

Marked with red are the areas we covered of the track. Saw the starting grid from the Singapore Flyer...that was really good. Got to observe the Singapore skyline from there...was real real real fun.

Hmmm... I'm really tired now...For those of you, who'd like to see pics, I've uploaded them on my Picasa Album...link as follows.

Will keep updating more..Hope everyone is doing well...Resting time...Peace!! :)

SINGAPORE..Here I am!! :)

Hey Everyone,

I'm FINALLY in Singapore. Its 11.06 PM (minus 2.5 Hrs for IST). Appu came to pick me up at the airport and now she's cooking a tasty meal for me (Palak Paneer, Black Dal, Parathas...thats what I saw her making ...yummmy). Kalyan isn't back home yet and we are sort of waiting for him to come (I'm hungry...but wanted to update here as well).

I started from home at 4.00 AM morning and took the bus to SHAMSHABAD AIRPORT. Reached airport, my first visit to the new airport which is exactly 1 hr away early morning time (no wonder it takes 2-3 hrs to reach there in peak hours). Its huuuuuge...but not quite as impressive as everyone talks about. But its good.

I took the 6.30 AM flight from Hyderabad and reached Chennai at 7.30. An Aerial view of Chennai made me realise how densely populated it was. I haven't been to Chennai in the longest of while and I guess the last time I went, I didnt have a window seat. Well this time I did :) And Chennai seems dense but planned. Mom's colleague picked me up from the airport, took me to his home, where his wife made some really yummy dosas for me. I rested there for a while and left for Chennai Airport at 11.00 AM.

Took my boarding pass (lucky enough to get Executive class tickets!!!) and proceeded for immigration check and other formalities. Then boarded IC 557 at 1.25 PM afternoon. The four hour flight was a pleasure..AIR INDIA has in-flight entertainment system so I saw a yucky "De Taali" and a few sitcoms (King of Queens, Sarabhai Vs Sarabhai). Appu was there at the airport and we are at her place now (Dont ask me the name...I dont know how to pronounce or spell it as yet, but tomorrow onwards, I think I'll get a hang...right now toooo hungry and tired!! :P)

Kalyan has taken an off tomorrow, Appu has to work. He'll be showing me around the city and the Circuit...cant wait....:D

Will Upload pics real soon.

Will keep you guys updated!! CHEERS!!!

Failure to Launch??

Firstly, APOLOGIES for being out of action/not checking blogs/not being able to take calls/respond back.

REASONS: A crashed PC, problem with Broadband connection and a minor
health hiccup.

CURRENT STATUS: PC still non-functional, cant seem to set up broadband on mom's laptop (what the hell is error 769...?? All the techie
bloggers, help me out here) and no more health hiccups.

Special apologies to PRASHANTH and HEMANTH. Was asleep most of the time you guys used the mobile network to connect to me. I am "going Nithin"
as far as cellular balance is concerned. Will recharge first thing this
monday and you can expect an "Unexpected call" from moi. :P


Well so the news from my end is I got my visa for Singapore (yay!! It
was so damn hard to get one I tell you :P). I'm leaving on 20th-21st of
September so the next few days would be a little hectic with all the

I would try my best to get my PC fixed before I leave, read as many
blogs as I can, and turn a commentator once again ;) [Using a painfully slow dial-up connection...should give you an idea of how despo I am to connect to you guys!!). Will keep you
guys updated on the preparations and other stuff.

RECENT PREAPARATION UPDATES: I was gonna get something unique for the
race and show my support for Kimi, but I think considering his form, I
think it would be better to keep it low profile. Most of my shopping is
done, a little more left. Of course, last minute shopping is our forte,
aint it? ;)

Chalo, I'll sign off now, considering the unreliable dial-up connection
I'm using. See you all, with interruptions :( :(

P.S. Special note of mention to Priya, Crystal, Anoop, Alok, Aparna and
Vishesh... will be reading all of your blogs...I've seen quite a few
updates from you guys recently...Phew!! :)

Already missing you all!! :( :( Darn! Why does technology have to be
such an addiction!!


NOTE: I've written two blogs today (An achievement by my standards you see :P) ..Do check out both of them.


Coming back to the topic in discussion. I cant tell you guys how it feels to be in love again. :) It is such an amazing feeling. Today I declare it out to the world that I AM IN LOVE...

So who is it? Right?? You wanna know?? Seriously??

Its good ol' BLOGSVILLE. :))

Found ample time today to check out some really good blogs, chatting with a few blogger buddies and getting their perspective on anything and everything. It is amazing to see such good writers out there... :)

Add to this, Hemanth gave all his blogger friend the BFF (BLOGGER FRIENDS FOREVER) award. I'm putting up what he gave me, on the side panel.

I wont be following the same tag in that exact same fashion, but here's a link up of my awards:

Kindly note that all awards mentioned here are a reflection of my views and do not necessarily reflect yours too. These are without any bias or prejudice. Read on:





Last award, but not the least in any sense,

(Without a doubt)

So here are my blog LOVES for the time being. Do check them out!! ;)




All thanks to dear young Nithin Jayan who inspired me write about the nuances of the bladder activity. :P This is about a conversation I had with mom and dad on our way back home today.

It all started out with the familiar sight of a man, standing in a desolate corner of a near empty street in the Secunderabad Cantonment area. Why pay attention?? He was relieving himself. It reminded me of this ad I saw on SAHARA FILMY a few days ago. It spoke about Gandhigiri.

Q: to Munnabhai : People relieve themselves anywhere and everywhere, what can we do to stop this?

Munnabhai's answer : Simple. When you find a man relieving himself, just go and stand behind him and wait for him to finish. When he is done, put a garland around his neck, clap and whistle loudly and congratulate him. Then give him a sapling and say "Now that you have provided the water, why dont you plant a sapling too. That way, there'll be greenery at least."

The Ad was funny for sure. You may not see it in my narration. Anyways, as I narrated this ad to my mom, and thus started our debate :

Mom: One cant really help when there are no public toilets around. If its urgent, then its ok.

Me: Mom, we have a lot of Public toilets...those sulabh thingys these days. Why cant they go in there?

Mom: People worry about hygiene at such places.

Me: Mom, its fairly clean. People just dont want to part with Rs 2 to pee.

Mom: No it isnt like that. These toilets arent available everywhere....take for instance this area. Its in the Secunderabad Cantonment board, absolutely secluded, wild bushes and trees all around and no public rest room in sight. What other option do they have?

Me: Does that mean they relieve themselves anywhere?

Mom: Its not all bad. It is going into the soil or to the plants. Its like fertilizer. (huh???)

Me: Whatever, but it gives out a bad smell.

Mom: Ya if too many people relieve themselves at one place. Not in such cases where it is all going to the plants.

Me: Even so...cant men have restraint? I mean, we dont dare do it. Why cant men stop doing it?? Its totally uncivilised the way men relieve themselves in the open. Its embaressing and totally unhygienic.

Mom: I dont completely agree with you. If its urgent then there's no option.

And we changed the topic...while I counted 6 such men relieving themselves as we had this conversation.

I had an American lady staying with us last year. She was on her first trip to India and was baffled to see the crowded streets, cows on the road and people relieving themselves in the open. In her Words : This is the 27th Man I've counted from Delhi to here...I need to take back a picture of the next one I find. How can they do it so openly?

(By the way, her boyfriend had something to add to it : Baby, if you'd counted properly, it would have been three times that number)

(Her boyfriend is an Indian who settled abroad long ago!!)

Just want to know what you think about it. And do you think this will ever stop??

The "I" Tag

Found this tag on AQUA GURL's Blog...Self tagged myself, coz this is a really fun as well as challenging tag. I'm asking myself these questions...

I am - a dreamer
I think - all the time...even while asleep...working overtime here people :P
I want- satisfaction from everything I do
I have - an ever growing collection of books :P
I wish - I wasnt as possessive as I am
I hate - the word HATE...too strong a word for me...though I like the word DISLIKE
I miss- my Grandmother
I fear - fear itself
I feel - a sense of happiness when I realise I have a strong support system of friends and family members
I hear - whatever my sis makes me hear....she's owns the remote these days.. :)
I search - for peace of mind
I wonder - If I can EVER be satisfied with ANYTHING
I regret- losing control over my life....still on track to regain it
I love - Kimi Raikkonen :P ...
I believe - nobody's perfect but trying means a lot more than perfection
I dance- only at home... with my sis giving me "Oh god, what the hell is happening" looks
I lose- only to myself
I win - competing with myself
I cry- for the smallest of things... I'm too sentimental :P
I write- coz I dont know a better way to express myself
I always- make resolutions and break them with immediate effect :P
I dont always- like to be told what to do...nor do I like going to places of worship
I listen- to my mind...it is constantly talking to me...even now..says "What are you doing...no...dont write this..write that..nooooo"
I can usually be found- at home reading a book in my room or in front of the PC or mausi's place (now that I dont work anymore)
I need- to learn to be more patient and control my mind
I am happy about- the fact that I am able to become sane after moments of insanity, instead of doing something really stupid
I imagine- I will have a complete control over my life really soon...and that imagination could well be a reality

Ok..I think I did OK with this blog....tagging anyone who wants to take it up... its a chance to introspect. Cheers!! :)

I'll try Again..

I'm totally against e-books...just dont like them at all. I have my reservations against them. Ashish gave me a link to this free e-books site (I'm not giving you the link...if you want free stuff, ask Ashish) . Out of curiosity, I was looking at all the titles that were available for free, when I came across this book called PANIC AND POETIC JUSTICE. Since I am someone in need of such books, I thought of downloading it (yes yes, go ahead and make judgements).

I found the book really nice (the only book I've ever read on the PC mind you). And I want to thank Ashish (now now Ashu dont get over cloud nine :P) . Here's a poem I really liked in the book. Just wanted to share.

Dedicated to all those with Panic Disorder. You are not alone.

Whenever life is
Hurt and Pain
Vision's blurred by bitter rain
It seems all hurt is surely gone
I tell myself
I must go on
At times I feel such deep despair
The burden more than I can bear
I can't see past another day
But still I must prepare the way
In times of doubt and fainting heart
When from this world I'd chose to part
I know not what the answers are
I must believe they're not too far
Whenever life has got me beat
Before I take the Grand defeat
I'll rise once more amidst the rain
And swear to all
I'll Try

Beyond Borders..

3rd May 1986

A girl is born to a banker in Hyderabad. She is the focus of everyone's attention. The Cynosure of all eyes. In times when many were still talking about the ill-fate of bearing a girl child, this girl was welcomed like a princess. A lot of hype was placed on her arrival into this world. Her Grandmother was probably the most excited being on this earth. She thought that this little girl would do wonders. She thought this little girl was the promise of the future..she thought a lot...

A boy is born in Karachi. He is as much a prince of his household. Born into priviledged surroundings, his family is sure he would some day be an academician and an amazing human being. His family has deep rooted family values and hopes that he will carry on the family tradition. Respect is what his family commands from others and respect is what they expect from him... he is their future...

Everyone is busy in their lives. The girl is on course to fulfiling her dreams and that of her dear ones. She is striving to find a meaning to her life, passing through the trials and tribulations of adoloscence, academics, of family, of failed attempts at love. She is full of hope that tomorrow will be a brighter day. The boy is intent on making his family happy too. He is doing well academically, showing the promise of a bright and secure future - just what his family wanted. He is a down to earth being, someone who has immense faith in the human spirit and its goodness.

Technology can do wonders. One day, 20 years on, their paths cross. A chance meet online brings together two diverse beings, born on the same day, on lands separated by borders. They exchange their views on their motherlands , their lives next and then rest of the "normal" talk (read : Movies, Music, Sports). One chat session after another, they realise that life is similar for them in more than one ways. He has his relatives living in her city. They inspire each other, and wonder together that why do people fight when in fact they are so similar. They cannot understand hatred. All they understand now and believe in, is their friendship. Together, they think they are capable of uniting the two nations -- He Quips "One day Shahrukh Khan can act in our movies with our actors and our directors and our actors will try their best to leave their mark in Mumbai".

History, Geography, Politics, Movies, Music....nothing is spared in their talks. She wants to visit Pakistan and watch the splenour of the beautiful valleys he talks about. She wants to taste the amazing food he talks about. He wants to visit India and visit the Taj Mahal, Goa and other popular destinations -- of course, he wants to come to Mumbai and hopes to catch a glimpse of his favourite Shahrukh Khan. Its a beautiful friendship -- where they have immense respect for one another, their culture and they are willing to listen to one another without being judgemental.

One day he gives her an exciting news. "I'm visiting my relatives in your city. I hope if its not too much trouble for you, can we meet?". She is very excited. She gives him her contact number, without batting an eyelid. She does not think it would do any harm. A few days pass and one day she recieves a call from an unknown number.

"It's me. Do you remember me? I'm in your city. Gosh I am so excited being here. This is the first time we are talkin to each other and your voice is exactly how I had thought of in my mind". She is amused and excited. He doesnt talk about meeting yet. He briefs her about the places he's visited, the number of movies he's seen in a multiplex. He turns into a sort of movie critic with his narration of the movies and their plots. This is the first time she realises the extent of his love for movies. And she realises, their taste in movies are pretty similar.

Time passes by, they talk on a daily basis. He is usually in a cheerful mood. He is amazed by the warmth he has recieved by people here. He is happy. One day, there are obvious signs of strain. He has an encounter with people who try to belittle him. They speak to him as if he is the most loathsome creature from an uncivilised nation. He is hurt. He cannot see his identity tarnished. He cannot bear the bad things being spoken about his motherland. He listens quietly. He does not tell them anything. He has been taught to respect a host - and he does not wish to offend his hosts by retorting back. He is calm on the outside, but inside, he is screaming.

He talks to her the next morning. He tells her what happened. She tries to console him. But he is hurt way too much. He has been branded a terrorist. No matter what she says, the hurt just doesnt seem to go away. He wants to go back home. He asks her if she'd like to meet. She says Yes.

She informs her family of her plans to meet him. Her family is always aware of what she does and whom she meets. This is no different. She does not view him differently. She wants to meet him like she meets any other friend of hers. Her family is not ready. They think meeting him will land her in trouble. She is hurt by the fact that her family can think this way. She is fuming mad at her parents for being so narrow minded. When she cools down, she realises that they are saying this because of they do not wish anything untoward to happen to her. After all, she was the one who had told her family that he is required to report to police every few days as part of their visitation requirements. Her family is very skeptical and now she is in two minds.

She keeps post-poning her plans. They talk often and everytime he asks her, she lies about an urgent work or something else. Days pass by and she is unable to decide what to do. He keeps telling her that he will be leaving shortly. She wants to meet him before he leaves but the dilemma of hurting her family keeps her from taking any further action.

One day he talks to her. He tells her about the fact that he understands why she is unable to meet him. He says it is natural for parents to be worried and it would be better if we dont meet. He tells her that she has taught him a million things, has been a really good friend of his and he will always treasure knowing her. He tells her that he knows her well enough without meeting, so it does not matter if we meet or dont. He does not want her to think too much. She feels a bit relieved and also, a bit disappointed at the fact that she cannot keep her promise she made to him.

His phone is continually switched off after that. She tries for a few days, leaves him messages online but no response. She thinks he has gone away and will probably contact in a few days. And he does. One day her cell phone beeps and that familiar name appears in her inbox: "I'm leaving in about half hour for my country. Its been really nice visiting here. Although there were some bad memories, I'm only taking away all the happy ones and the good experiences I had here. Cant wait to share them with my friends there. I hope I was not too much trouble for you. I'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway. You have been a good friend and I ask allah to keep you happy forever. I hope you forgive me for any trouble I caused unknowingly or knowingly"

She tries to call him back but his phone is in the switch off mode again. She tries a while and finally realises that he wont talk again. She knows he's gone.

In the days that follow, she writes to him many times. She enquires about his family, about him and about how his studies are going on. After many days, he responds, and he writes her some of the best things she's ever heard. It moves her to tears that there can be some beings as wonderful as him. And yet, some cynics can only brand them as fundamentalists.

That letter is the last conversation they have. It binds them forever as friends, even after that fact that they both know they will never have another conversation for the longest of time. It does not sadden either of them. They are hopeful that life will move on beautifully. Whenever she reads a movie review, She thinks about the guy who lives across the border. She hopes that one day, there would be a chance meeting... hopes that one day these man made borders will be resolved, across the landscape and across our hearts. And that the world will be as beautiful a place as he painted it out to her.

Ram and Ali...

Who r v?

Who's Hindu?

Who's Muslim?

Wen there's "Ali" in Diw-ali and "Ram: in Ram-zan

Help India in being United

Spread this SMS as far as u can, Vandemataram

This is one of the usual SMSes that you get during Independence/Republic Day...or during any sporting achievement...that's when the whole patriotic zeal is at its peak. Oh, I forgot to mention, this also happens during terrorist attacks when everyone is fuming mad at "FOREIGN ELEMENTS" and "ANTI-NATIONAL ELEMENTS". Anyways, so the above mentioned was the SMS that Divya sent me a few mins ago... I'm sure plenty of such messages will start reachin my inbox by midnight tonight. All Hail the Patriotic ferver.

What happens after such days go by?? We start lampooning the system, blasting everyone and everything and blaming anyone that we can find. Rang De Basanti had a good message..If you have a problem with the system, be a part of the system and change it...the movie's a history, the message is soon becoming a history. Every country has their share of problems, everyone deals with them in their own way. Why do we keep complaining?

I will tell you what disgusts me the most. When a person asks me "What caste are you? Are you a north Indian or a Southie? Northies are so and so and southies are so and so..." I mean, enough already. I'm a human being...digest that. Most of us, as kids, have been taught about our respective religions-- Many of us, at least a few of them that I know, have been taught "You're a Hindu, You're different from a Muslim"... Many were encouraged to make friends in their own religion. Many girls I knew were adviced that they get a groom in their own caste and religion. I don't know about my friends on the blogosphere, but it certainly holds true for many I knew personally.

Unfortunately I have elder brothers at home who lambast muslims... the hypocrites that they are, they have their best friends who practise Islam. I am not saying that my brother's are bad...they aren't good either. My maternal grandmother has something against muslims and Pakistanis too. I have tried to talk to her many a times, telling her about the amazing friends I have, who are muslims, but we never went out to be friends with them asking their religion. She always has this "You have not seen what we saw during the days of Independence...it would be difficult for you to understand". I am sure ..it is already very difficult to understand their psyche.

I have told my mom, I would have no problem marrying a muslim...if he's a good person, someone I am compatible with, I could care less about religion. Mom is not religiously inclined, but dad is. Mom says this fact out to a few family friends, just to see their reaction. I am also interested in those reactions which range from utter disbelief to "are you nuts", "are you joking", "you're just saying for the heck of saying it". I've never recieved a single positive response to the whole deal. What I do get is comparisons to the recent Rizwanur Rehman-Priyanka Todi case....and I am not even close to thinking of marrying ANYONE right now. Late last year, a Pakistani chat friend was visiting India, my hometown at that...and he asked me for my number...which I gave without hesitation (I think I trusted very easily...some would call me stupid, but I think I had chatted enough with the guy to understand that he wasn't a "TERRORIST").

He called me up when he was here. We spoke often and he told me how he loved the city and it felt like home...except that it was a bit modern here. He loved the malls, he said and he loved the food. He wanted to go to Agra to see Taj Mahal but they need to get permission to travel to other cities too (I didnt know about this fact). One of his remarks -"The Police treat us like Terrorists..we have to report to the station every few days... and we are asked questions that sort of unsettle us". I found that was really bad on our part. He asked me if I would meet him and take him sight seeing. I said I would. When I told about it to my parents, mom told me dad was skeptical. I couldnt bear to tell him that my parents thought that meeting him would land me in trouble. I kept avoiding him.

I had a chat with him after a few days, and he was in a bad mood. He had finally begun to miss home. He said in the beginning, everyone was good to him. Then they started to compare India and Pakistan, he was deeply hurt that people have a very low opinion about Pakistan. He said "People think all the people there hate India and all of us are terrorists....it is not like that.. we are not primitive cavemen... why cant normal people here think of us as normal human beings and not as Pakistanis or Terrorists or Muslims or whatever". It was the first time I had felt ashamed at my fellow human beings. Even Gujarat Riots didnt rattle me as much as this chat.

He went back, and we never spoke again.

Bottom line is, we keep talking about Uniting a divided India. Its not impossible. Initially I had thought about changing the past and present generation's views on religion. Its a sad reality that past cannot be changed. The present and future is in our hands. And we can do a lot to make it a bright one. Lets not teach our children differentiation...let them be free in their choice.. lets just teach them about the innate goodness that is present in every human being. Lets just warn them about the bad things in the world, and not put a label to it as "So and So did it for So and So reasons and they are so and so". Lets not give anyone or any religion a bad name. Peace to the world...and HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY...to India and Pakistan.

Rock On!!

Yeah Yeah, I couldn't have gotten more obvious than this now. Well, needless to say, I am soooo in love with the songs of this movie. Everone who's chatted with me recently, has had a dose of "DID YOU HEAR ROCK ON SONGS?? I AM SO IN LOVE WITH FARHAN NOW...WHAT?? YOU DIDN'T HEAR?? WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING?"

Yeah, Over the top...that's just me. When I love something...I can go crazy trying to promote it... :P And I just LOVE these songs so damn much...just cant help but humm them all day long.

Here's the brilliant video of my favourite song from the movie...PICHHLE SAAT DIN. It has this proper Rock song video theme...just amazing amazing amazing...ok now let me stop giving my views.

You watch and decide for yourself...cant wait for 29th August when the movie releases...

Meri laundry ka ek bill,
Ek aadhi padhi novel
Na na na na na..
Na na na na na..

Ek ladki ka phone number,
Mere kaam ka ek paper
Na na na na na..
Na na na na na..

Mere taash se heart ka king
Mera ek chaandi ka ring
Pichhle saat dinon mein maine khoya
Kabhi khud pe hasaa main aur Kabhi khud pe roya
Na na na na na na na na na na…
Na na na na na na na na na na…

Present mili ek ghadi,
Pyari thi mujhe badi
Na na na na na..
Na na na na na..

Meri jeb ka ek packet,
Meri denim ki jacket
Na na na na na..
Na na na na na..

Do one day match ke passes
Mere naye naye sun-glasses
Pichhle saat dinon mein maine khoya
Kabhi khud pe hasaa main aur Kabhi khud pe roya

Kaise bhoolun, saatwaan jo din aaya
Kisi ne tumse ik party mein milwaaya
Kaisa pal tha jis pal maine tumko pehli baar dekha tha
Hum jo mile pehli baar, Maine jaana kya hai pyaar
Maine hosh bhi khoya dil bhi khoya
Kabhi khud pe hasaa main aur Kabhi khud pe roya
Na na na na na na na na na na…
Na na na na na na na na na na…
Maine pichhle saat dino mein Ye sab hai khoya

TAGGED Again..

Hmm.... All thanks to Hemanth .... :D Been tagged after a really long time. So here's what my response to the mosaic tag looks like. I had loads of fun doing it...though some pics I wasnt too keen on putting...I think, overall it came across quite nicely.

The questions were as follows :

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food right now?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. What is one word that describes you?
12. What is your user name

And here are the answers.... (refer notes to the questions if you cannot find out the answer looking at the pictures... :P...)

1. My Name - SMRITI -- Memory.,
2. My Fav Food these days - Fried Noodles- Noodles,
3. School I went to - Harvard Public School-- Harvard dorms near old Harvard Yard - Des dortois près du old Harvard Yard - Unos dormitorios cerca de Harvard Square,
4.Fav Color - Lavendor-- 100_2116,
5. Celebrity Crush -- Kimi Raikkonen--ALL TIME CRUSH :D Kimi Raikkonen at US Grand Prix 2007,
6. Fav Drink -- Fruit Punch-- Pineapple & Mango Fruit Juice,
7. Dream Vacation -- Egypt -- (0395) Giza Plateau Egypt,
8. Fav Dessert -- Belgian Dark Chocolate Pastry- mocha,
9. What I wanna be when I grow up-- Journalist (like Anderson Cooper...admire him loads) Anderson Cooper Ad,
10.Love most in life -- Family -- family day out,
11. Word that describes me the most-- Passionate (abt everything) Passionate,
12. Username: Apart from my maiden name...there's DOLL Too :P -- Doll

This tag is done and dusted...I hereby tag, Divya, Nithin, Ashish...and anyone else who wants to take up this tag...HAPPY BLOGGING!! ;)

Wonderous, Wonderful...Well...

I couldn't think of a title. No seriously. Today was my first weekend in months, which I spent with a friend. And a new one at that. Let me start from the beginning.

Four days ago, as I logged into my gtalk, I was surprised to find someone I didn't know, sending me an add request. Since blogger is the only place where my gtalk id is displayed, I figured out it must've been someone who's just been to my blog.

No sooner did I add the person, I got a "Hi" from the other end. I remember being in a highly spirited mood, for reasons best known to me, and I promptly responded with a chirpy "Hi". Nornally, I'd start my usual grilling, coz, well, as they say net isnt the place to trust just anyone. For no reason at all, I began talking to him like he was a long lost friend.

I felt at ease talking to him, spoke about blogs, books and other stuff. Out of nowhere I initiated and asked him for his number and spoke to him. It felt really nice talking to someone, and just... dunno... a feeling that I already know him. Anyways, talking on the phone was alright, but I shcoked myself and asked him if he'd like to meet. Believe me, I am not someone to just act on impulse and ask to meet someone just like that. I have had online friends living a few kms away from me, and yet I haven't met then, even though we have been chatting for 2-3 years.

So, with my TCMS exam done and dusted, I called him up and confirmed our plans for the meet. I met him up this saturday. He was new to the city so I was supposed to be the tour guide. I wouldve showed him around the places of interest in the city, but I was too tired myself. I decided to sit down and have a talk instead.

I called him at the Prasad's Imax multiplex. But it was way too crowded and I dont like crowded places. Especially when meeting friends and for quiet chats. We decided tomove away from there to Eat Street on Necklace Road. We ate a little and then moved to other parts of the Necklace Road, for a quiet conversation.

I thought he might get bored of the place in a short while. Necklace road is a huge stretch off road around the Hussain Sagar Lake. It is also known for couples hanging out together. I didnt care for the latter reputation. It was peaceful and beautiful and I was quiet enjoying myself there. He spoke a lot more...he rather than me. I began to think about his perspective and his view on things. The more he spoke, the more I realised that he was a very together person and supremely confident of himself.

Amidst our talks, we were rudely distrubed by people (mostly men) howling...why do they do that?? Cant a guy and a girl sit and talk without being thought about as a "couple"?? Seriously, I just dont get it. Anyways, as I mentioned earlier, I thought he might have gotten bored of the place. But I couldn't be more wrong. He said he liked the place...the weather was fine too and it was a good day to spend time outdoors, at leisure.

We sat talking for about 3 hours (yeah yeah most people might think that you coud've watched a movie in that time....I dont care). And I was really glad that I met this friend of mine. I didnt do it on impulse. I guess there was that something that told me to go and meet him. I am glad that I met him and spent that afternoon just talking for a long time. A lot of serious talks, a lot of not so serious talks. In the end, I realised that I had found a really nice person for a friend, someone who knows himself well, is confident, a great speaker, knows his abilities and his shortcomings, and cracks better jokes than he thinks.

Oh and Yeah. Talking about the rude disturbances between our chats, there was this bunch of girls that was loitering around where we sat. One of them comes up to him and asks, "Excuse me, are you both brother and sister?". I was tongue-tied but he just replied, "YA". It was fun to see a bewildered expression on the girl's face while others went crazy laughing. We had a good laugh ourselves and he admitted that this was the funniest part of the meet. I took leave and we've been talking on a daily basis now. Both of us had kind of expected to bore each other, but then again it wasnt meant to be. I think we found for ourselves, a new friend, a new discussion, a new agreement, a new disagrement and hopefully in future, there will be more good than bad to this friendship.

Oh..I forgot to mention...His name is Ashish Surana..and you'll find him on http://exception-blog.blogspot.com/ ;)

Cheers to you and our friendship Ashish!! ;)


You are my eyes, when I cant seem to see the obvious

You are my smile, when my lips refuse to twitch

You are my voice, when I am short of words

You bring me hope, when It seems oh so out-of-stock

You touch my heart, with every little thing that you do

You are my reason, to look forward to a brand new day

You are my dream, the most beautiful I've ever seen

You are my reality, when I cant seem to draw lines to truth

You are my thought, every time I hear a love song

You are the closest I feel, to that feeling they call Love

You are my Mr.Perfect, and I hope you'll always be just that

You make me feel more alive than I could ever feel

You give me the sense of comfort, a feeling of coming home

You are my inspiration, my motivation..

You are perfect being YOU...and I am so thankful to god, Knowing you.

And I apologise, But I cant stop being head over heels in love with you.


From my Sister's heart... :)

This is something my Kid sister wrote for me today (Well she's 17...but she'll always be the most adorable "kid" I know :P), While I was on phone with Ashish for over an hour, discussing my future plans. And Oh!! I couldn't clear my second group in CA exams...and funnily, I dont feel any disappointment at all. :)

So cut to the point, I have my TCMS exam on 1st August...and it feels so...right... :) Anyways, lemme hand it over to my sis Deepti ..a.k.a JOLLY..and this is what she wrote for me....

Its good to know that while there is an absolute barrage of people shouting at me for taking up journalism, I am happy that I have many people in my life who think the way my sister does... :) Love you all..Love you Joll :P

I am so Proud of you sis.
I know when I will tell you this, this is what the conversation will go:
Me: I am so Proud of you sis!
Sis: Proud? What for? "cause of failing in my CA exam? (wid a laugh n probably a raised eyebrow!)
Me: umm yeah, but Datz secondary issue. I am proud that you are not "COMPROMISING" with your dreams and you are doing something you love a lot. Instead of comfort, you're choosing the hard way round. Instead of givning money the first priority, you're giving satisfaction as your number one priority. .. Now I remember that Shahrukh Khan saying "Don't be Sanutsht! Thoda Aur Wish Karo, Dish Karo!"
People will surely say you to be practical, and they might think you're just being a baby and still dreaming of things.
But I believe you sis. I know how serious you are for this course, and I believe it that one day you will surely make Dad Proud.
I know Dad is a bit upset at all this now, but girl, you're doing the right thing. When you finally like something, you should go for it and achieve it.
All these words of wisdom, I don't need to tell you, gal, 'cause it's all the things that I gained from you. It's like Mera dialogue mujh par hi!
But still, listening to your conversation on the phone, I was so damn proud of you. Listening you about your plans, I really believed that you are now ready to FLY! And I believe it, you CAN do it! For the first time, I think, after a long time, I am whole heartedly and pure heartedly wishing that you get into this line of your dreams!
Hehehehe...Cmon deeds, what do you think, I am a great writer, eh?? Wake up! I am still a kid at heart and brain! But I am smarter than A 5th Grader.So this is all you're gonna get. I Can do it better than this, but a bit Lazy you know! So neglect my writings, and appreciate my feelings!! Waah! Kyaa Dialogue Maara Maine!!
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