tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85136254843532801402024-03-13T06:35:52.371-07:00SerendipityDeeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-12405678114138202952014-08-25T02:28:00.005-07:002014-08-25T02:28:59.279-07:00Metamorphosis (Part III)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">When I saw you over there,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">I wanna know you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> "</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">She was amazed at how she could listen to his constant rambling and instead of getting bored, crave for more. They filled their plates with food and walked towards the pool, him still going on about his last anatomy class.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Smiling to herself at his excitement, she listened on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Arrey, it got so bad we had to give that guy an enema."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">'Stop stop! I so dont want to know the end of that story'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Arrey but listen no, it's super funny how this ends"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">' You had your hand up someone's bum. I can't imagine how it could possibly end in a good story', she giggled</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"You have a really cute smile, did you know"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">'Typical boy I tell you. Chote se gap mein marofying chance'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Arey no baba, just appreciating good anatomy"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The live band was playing some old classics.However fun the new techno-beat-electronic mish mash that today's music was, there was nothing that could beat the golden oldies, she thought. As if on que, he started humming.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It seemed like a scene right out of those silly romantic comedies- moonlight night, perfect music, wedding set, the female lead with a slightly obnoxious quirky comic who turns into a charming hero by the end of the movie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">'Gosh!', she said out loud as she touched her emerald earrings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“What happened? Is my singing that bad, yaar”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Tell me one thing, where did you become up this “yaar-yaar”
business from?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Delhi slang, it catches on eventually. Just like you
Southies use ‘da’ for everything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Ok, first, “you southies”? Where do you think you come from?’
she said as she rose, ‘and second, I, the southie was raised in Delhi for 10
years. To be specific, my formative years were spent in Delhi. Neither do I use
‘yaar’, nor ‘da’ ‘<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Arey yaar, I think there is a problem with your nose”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Eh?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Anger resides on the very tip of your nose, one tiny spark
of and BOOM. You girls I tell you. Oops no no, no genaraliing girls either or
you will stab my other foot with your 4 inch heel. Come, now pull me up, let’s
go for desert’, he stretched his hand out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Delhi boys can get up on their own yaar’, she giggled as
she walked away<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She’d reached the serving table before she turned around,
but he wasn’t there. She looked around for that familiar face, but there was no
sign of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Naina”. It was her mother. “Shall we leave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Sure ma, let me just check on something.’ She walked back
towards the pool. Still no sign of him. Maybe she had been a little too rude.
She rushed back to her mother, still browsing through the crowd to catch a
glimpse of Rithwik.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Aint no sunshine when she’s
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She looked out of the car at the canopy of lights one last
time and that is when she had realised that she had dropped her earring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-55377022655709988312013-09-05T02:46:00.000-07:002013-09-08T23:38:51.971-07:00It's all about the price tag<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We live in a world where what you wear defines you more than what you do...<br />
What you drive matters more than where you are heading...<br />
Where you eat matters more than whom you have fed..<br />
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Perhaps it's the new age arrogance, but it wasn't a sudden churn. Every 'age' saw it's bit of change and that's how we are where we are today.. Wherever it is that we are....!<br />
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It all started with a simple man's wish to lead a better life, have a little extra to buy himself some comfort.<br />
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"All I want is a room somewhere<br />
Far away from the cold night air<br />
With one enormous chair<br />
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?"</div>
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And there he sat with his dreamy eyes, leaning over his desk, thinking of a perfect world where he'd have that extra bit to get his lady a nice dinner.<br />
But then one day he looked over his shoulder. And there he saw a fat man with a flashy Rolex and a girl on either arms.<br />
Suddenly his perfect world with a 'just a little more' seemed insignificant.<br />
Who wanted a simple glass of hot chocolate and a a warm fire to make one feel cozy when you could wish for a tall glass of champagne and buy the company of exotic escorts.<br />
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Enamored by the sight he saw, he changed his mind. -from a simple wish of having a little more to spend, he now wanted a lot extra, to splurge.It was no longer about what he really needed, but about what he could have<br />
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"Money, money, money<br />
Must be funny<br />
In the rich man's world<br />
Money, money, money<br />
Always sunny<br />
In the rich man's world<br />
All the things I could do<br />
If I had a little money<br />
It's a rich man's world"</div>
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But how could he get there, he was a simple man from a simple background. He wasn't born to Kings and Queens. He was the middle class. There were tales of hardwork pushing you up the ladder of success. But it would take him forever to get there. Would he survive the slow climb? How long would it take him to get to the top? What was the guarantee that everytime he took two steps forward, someone wouldn't push him one step back? He was the middle class after all. He was so accustomed to have his toes stepped on that he expected it.<br />
He knew there was no straight way to get to where he wanted to be.<br />
Like everything in the world that time, he wanted his share of the fame and glory instantly. What would it take to get there faster? He was willing for anything. <br />
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"Lie for it<br />
Spy for it<br />
Kill for it<br />
Die for it</div>
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So you call it trust<br />
But I say it's just<br />
In the devil's game<br />
Of greed and lust"</div>
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Even if it meant selling your soul to the devil himself, our man was ready to do so. For he was too blinded by the gleam of the gold that he didn't see where he was headed. H e was so intoxicated by the smell of fresh notes to know what he was doing. Everyone around him was his competition, and he had to get above them all. He now knew how to climb that mystical ladder faster- all he had to do was step on a back every now and then. Even if it meant losing out on ones he loved. </div>
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"If you show me the cash<br />
Then I will take it<br />
If you tell me to cry<br />
Then I will fake it<br />
If you give me a hand<br />
Then I will shake it<br />
You do anything for money"</div>
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But how did it matter. After all everything in the world could be bought.He didn't need to be born to royalty anymore to have people bowing to him. He could buy their loyalty. What if ones he loved wouldn't look at him anymore, he would replace them with gold statues. He had it all.. Or did he?</div>
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Was perhaps just a glass of hot chocolate really what he wanted. Was the laughter of his lady more dear to him than the cha-ching of his cash registrar?</div>
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What DID he have around him now apart from the shine of diamonds and the glint of gold.</div>
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What was a stone in comparison to tender words of love. What was a hard metal of any value for when you needed a soft shoulder to lean on.</div>
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He had it all, yet he had nothing, for in his race to fame, not only had he lost himself but also left behind what really mattered.</div>
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"Why is everybody so obsessed?<br />
Money can't buy us happiness<br />
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now<br />
Guarantee we'll be feelin' alright</div>
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We'll pay them with love tonight"</div>
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Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-7563222780200749722010-11-27T13:48:00.000-08:002014-08-25T01:37:49.825-07:00Metamorphosis (Part II)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The car turned into the gate; she stared at the shimmering canopy of lights. She could hear the loud thumping music at a distance and feel the festive joy in the air. She did NOT want to be there. She was all dressed up in her green salwar, an emerald choker around her neck. She pushed her hair off her brow and tucked it behind her ear and touched the emerald earrings that adorned them- her grandmother's.<br />
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The car came to a halt in front of a huge archway made of white roses. She stepped out into this temporary phase of razzle-dazzle, dreading every minute of the fake smiles and hugs and the meaningless small talk that was to ensue. The music got louder with every step that she took, she took a deep breath and kept walking..</div>
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She stepped on the stage with her mother, to go and wish the bride and groom and stood for the customary picture when suddenly a laugh distracted her. She looked to see where the sound had come from and that is when she saw him. Dressed in a white kurta, with the sleeves rolled up, hands in his pocket, talking to an elderly woman and charming her with his dimpled smile. She wondered who he was. 'Thank you!', the photographer called out. She hugged the bride again and followed her mother off the stage. </div>
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Having unwillingly completed the ordeal of exchanging the usual pleasantries, she excused herself and walked out of the hall, away from the high-pitched laughter, away from those ridiculous air-kisses and away from the plastic smiles. The sound of the sea was something she had always loved, she listened intently ignoring the din from the party. She spotted a vacant swing and decided to sit there a while. The salty breeze blew gently on her face as she dug her feet deeper into the sand. She finally felt real again.</div>
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Her eyes fixed on the full moon above, she started humming a tune that had been stuck in her head all evenings. Gently swinging back and forth, she thought of the summers she had spent at her grandparent's place, trying out dare devil feats on the swing by the mango tree. Such a long time ago that seemed like.</div>
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"Hey"</div>
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Naina snapped back into reality.</div>
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"Aren't you a little old to be on the swing?"</div>
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She frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't know there was an age limit", she said sarcastically as she slipped her shoes back on.</div>
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"Ha ha ha oh god, I was just kidding you know."</div>
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"Never mind, I had to go anyway". She adjusted her drape and looked up.</div>
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Her skin, glowing under the moonlight and the breeze moving through her hair, her surreal beauty left him speechless.She turned around to walk away, back towards the party.</div>
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"Hey hey I'm sorry, did you take offence?"</div>
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She turned back, " Don't worry about it."</div>
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He raced up ahead of her. "Oi, listen, I was kidding yaar."</div>
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Naina smiled. "I know. And it's ok. Yaar."</div>
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"Those are really pretty earrings by the way."</div>
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"Thanks."</div>
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"Ummm I'm Rithvik." </div>
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"Nice meeting you Rithvik." </div>
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She walked away, and he watched on, listening to the clinking of her bangles. He slapped the back of his head. "Douchebag," he said to himself.</div>
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Her mom was still busy talking when she stepped back into the hall, she decided to just show her face and walk away before she got stuck in the pretencious talk again. All the 'kids' her age were on the dance floor in the basement. She decided to go have a look, atleast that would be better than listening to old ladies gossip. Soon she was also swaying and shaking to the latest 'bollywood' songs with a group of girls her age whom she had just befriended.Jumping and dancing to the beats, she let her dislike for her dad's family go. She was finally having fun.</div>
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<i>"Sajna ji vaari vaari....."</i></div>
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<i>"</i>Ow!"</div>
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"I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to do that". </div>
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She had stepped on someone's foot, she looked up to see who it was.</div>
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"Haha, no worries yaar. My punishment for the earlier comment."</div>
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" I really am very sorry, are you ok?"</div>
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"Well, you're wearing what looks like a 4 inch long pencil heel, what do you think?", he pointed at his toes and wiggled them.</div>
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Naina smiled. </div>
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"Why did you stop? Dance no", he pulled her hand and dragged her into the crowd again.</div>
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He was studying to be a doctor,he loved his bike and his two dogs and he would not shut up. She laughed at his silly stories as they continued dancing. She'd forgotten when she had had so much fun.</div>
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Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-68921280059436588462010-07-15T22:27:00.000-07:002010-07-16T02:48:18.671-07:00Metamorphosis (Part I)The rolling of the sea waves is said to be one of the most relaxing sounds, and yet every time a wave hits the sandy shore, it echoes voices from the past. With every receding wave, I seem to be pulled into the dark closet of memories. They say when you look at a full moon, you see the face of the one you love and yet somehow no matter how much i gaze, the moon too disappoints me.. Even mother nature seems to be punishing me for the change..<div>As I walk across the study to replace a book, i glance at the reflection in the mirror. The silver grey strands that fell over her shoulders and unto her knees. The once bronze toned skin which shone in the summer sun, now pale, translucent and almost lifeless. Her oval face now lined with wrinkles hardly resembled the face that had made hundreds of men catch their breath. Those ruby lips now thin trembling lines, and lost, sorrowful hazel eyes..</div><div>I almost gasped when I saw her in the mirror, I stepped closer to the ivory frame to have a closer look at the reflection..</div><div>A pale trembling hand stretching out to me,I looked up, our eyes met..</div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-40000834972394375652010-04-12T02:30:00.000-07:002010-04-12T03:14:50.505-07:00I-Spy<div style="text-align: justify;">I open the door to fetch the paper in the morning and i notice that they're already there.. As usual, sitting in the corner near the staircase. They look up when they see me and fall silent. I interrupted their gossiping session yet again..They continue giving me those hostile stares until i walk away..Thats just the first encounter for the day...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There're always snooping around.. no matter where i go, they're always there.. it is as though they're spying on me.. it's stupid i try telling myself.. or is it now??</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I get done with breakfast and get ready to leave.. Drawing the curtains in the hall i look outside to see if my friend has come, and i see them again.. Peering from the open window.. Their eyes meet mine and they quickly move away.. One of them turns back to check if i'm still looking.. I am.. they move more quickly..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They're most definitely up to something i think but my phone buzzes just in time and i leave..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>X****************************************************X</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've had a long day and the last thing i want is a pesky spy.. I look around.. not a sight of them Whew..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe i'll go for a drive to the beach. I walk towards the car and there they are. A satisfied smirk on their face. Their job is done. Ugh! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I drive away quickly before they can do anything else.. A nice drive ought to relax me..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>X****************************************************X</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ah! the sound of the sea, how peaceful, unlike their constant murmurs.. I pick up food and head home hoping i don't have to see them again at least for the day..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I park the car.. Not sign of them.. I walk up the stairs.. Not the slightest whimper..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I open the door and step in.. AH!! peace!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I leave the food packet on the table and walk in to my room.. I feel something move behind me. I turn quickly.. Noone.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shut the door and pull a shirt out of my cupboard.. I hear a murmur.. I step back into the dinning room and quickly turn the lights on.. i notice the open window.. Too late!! They're taken by surprise and come flying at me..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>X****************************************************X</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The door bell rings, i open the door. My mother's jaw drops when she sees the ransacked room..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"WHAT on earth happened here?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">" We had visitors", i shrug and point to the window.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"OH GOD!!! The pigeons again!!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/S8LyNf8M7CI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Z-K-fRPJoK4/s400/pigeon.jpg" /></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-4965590546003500922010-03-28T00:50:00.000-07:002010-03-30T02:27:14.049-07:00Habit!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ever wondered how many people one meets in one's life? And I mean meet.. like exchanging at least two lines of conversation.. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Let's assume I've met 2 new people everyday.. So thats 2 x 365 people in a year..</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So in all my life, it should be 20 x 365 x 2 people.. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ok ok i know i haven't taken into account leap years, but it's not a mathematical theory that i'm trying to prove here..</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> What i'm saying is, each one of us happen to meet so many people everyday. But how many of these people do you continue to talk to after that first meeting? How many of them stick on and make a mark in your life? How many of them become a habit?</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I've waited all this time</span></span></b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Counting minutes as they pass</span></span></b></i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Searching for a sign</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wishing for the best</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And just when my hopes were wearing thin</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You turned my heart to love again</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Like a miracle out of the blue</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You rescued me like the angels do</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You shook the heavens and cracked the sky</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When you walked...when you walked into my life</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When you appeared</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Like sight to the blind</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Like music to my ears</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Like a reason to a rhyme</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And just when I thought my chance was gone</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Love came to me with open arms</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You search all your life looking for the perfect one, and when you least expect it, they walk into your life and turn your world around..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And hey, it's not just the </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">'arrow pierces heart</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">' kind of love that i'm talking about here, I mean friends too.. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">People whom you may have known for quite a while, but never been close to (because of your notions of what you want in a friend) are the ones who end up being closest to for a long long time..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You start seeing things differently, start enjoying every ounce of life and well, 'welcome love with open arms'</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Slowly, without you even realizing, they become a part of your routine and going a day without speaking to them just feels so excruciatingly painful!!! Gah!! </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;">I could be a total cliche and say ' I don't have words to pen down how much i love you and how much you mean to me'. But that just isn't me. I believe that man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain. And that's exactly what i intend to do.. COMPLAIN!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;">I'll come clean, shed my ego and honestly tell you that my day seems incomplete without you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;">It feels odd not to see your name flash on my phone at least once everyday. Your stupid smile flashes in front of my eyes, and i miss hearing that familiar voice..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><i><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;">I know I keep pushing you away, but it's only so that you hold me closer.. Ever so often i stay silent when we speak, it's not because i have nothing to say to you, it's because i want you to understand the unsaid. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;">I'm not the most expressive person on the planet, and i don't say it often enough, but you mean the world to me! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;">I know people move, times change, but that doesn't mean we should.. and no matter where we are, i want the bond between us to always stay the same.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I can't go any further then this</b></span></span></span></div></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I want you so badly, it's my biggest wish</b></span></span></span></div></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>Every single day yes, i'm really missin' missin' you</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>And all those things we use to use to use to do</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>Meet me halfway, right at the boarderline</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>That's where i'm gonna wait, for you</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I'll be lookin out, night n'day</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>Took my heart to the limit, and this is where i'll stay</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I'll travel round the world and even sail the seven seas</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>Across the universe I'll go to other galexies</b></span></span></span></div></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>Just tell me where you want, just tell me where you wanna to meet</b></span></span></span></div></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I'll navigate myself myself to take me where you'll be</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I wanna to have you around like every single day</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:13px;"><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>I love you always..way</b></span></span></span></div></i></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;">(Sigh!!! It does feel good to vent out.. Come Back Already you 'royal' pain.. I Miss you)</span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></div></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div></span></span></div></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-50490539536713868832010-01-15T05:16:00.000-08:002010-01-15T06:15:10.406-08:00We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>They look at me and they know I'm different, they know I'm not one of them and perhaps i never will be..</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong> </div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They love the sun and welcome it with open arms, i cringe away from the blazing sol.. They bring out their silly little umbrella's when the heaven's roar, while i come out from behind the shadows and acknowledge the deluge and 'bask' in the flurry..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They seem to be ignorant to that 'scent'.. That scent that exudes from their skin, from every molecule that makes them, that scent that flows in them and with them, while I can smell it from miles away.. Every time that pungent odour hits me, i feel like 'going for their throat'...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They fumble while carrying the lightest of bags and stare at me as i stride past them with my 30 kg backpack without flinching even once.. They comment about my strength.. Little do they know..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They stare as my eyes glisten in the light, the shade of a smoked topaz perhaps.. They check in the mirror at their own..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They loudly slurp down fish and rice, and wait for me to do the same.. I get quizzical looks as i push my plate away.. Little do they know about my own 'special little diet'</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">They observe my strong jaw line as compared to their round faces.. My long fingers as compared to their short stumpy appendages.. My sharp distinct features as compared to their stereotypes.. They know i do not belong in their world..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I hear their constant buzzing, somethings they say, some things they don't and i still hear.. I laugh at their 'loud thoughts' and they stare at me again.. Looking at my teeth that are framed by my scarlet lips, they gasp as the light twinkles off the tip of my canines..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></strong><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"><em>They wonder who i am.. They wonder why i'm different.. </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"><em>They look, they stare, </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"><em>to themselves my features they compare..</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"><em>They think, they ponder </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"><em>and still look back with wonder.. </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"><em>they'll never solve the mystery that is me..</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><em><strong>I am neither good, nor bad, neither angel nor devil, I am a man, I am a vampire.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;">(Ok ok i'm not a vampire, but i do feel like one with the weird looks i get every time i'm back 'home'.. I don't look like them, neither do i speak like them and this irritates them... They keep trying to figure me out as i switch my speech from one language to the other, from one accent to the next.. I can't stand eating fish and i'm not a big fan of rice, but what i do like is confusing those several people who stare at me and wonder where i came from, Being an enigma can be fun..Being a fraud mallu can be fun )</span></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-38991073579624067802009-12-30T22:25:00.000-08:002009-12-31T03:44:32.026-08:00The penn pens down her puns! (Part 1)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzyNvs1TFUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/eLdu-LpDLuI/s1600-h/chickenwormlove.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I just realized how much i like penning down my thoughts and now that i'm quite literally 'penning' it down, it makes for a good pun.<br /><div>Now now, don't get frightened by the title and the opening sentence. No matter how 'punny' i might be, i don't intend to make your eyes and ears bleed (or lets atleast hope not)</div><div>Talking about making ears bleed, you know why i luvvv ( emphasis on the 'v'.. this is a new obsession i picked up from someone) travelling?? OK, there are a LOT of reasons, but one of them is the amazing conversations that you get to overhear. Some you may directly be a part of, some you over hear.</div><div>I'm more of a silent observer so i end up hearing more 'interesting' conversations than being a part of them. Come now, don't give me that eye-roll and brand me as an eavesdropper. You can't blame me if people around me decide to speak really loudly in languages i'm familiar with can you ;)</div><div>It's as if fate wants me to document these guffaw worthy conversations.. and thats exactly what i intend to do..</div><div><br /></div><div>(In an hilariously interesting order, here goes)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b>#1 You're my honey-bunch, sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin!</b></span></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone has their first crush at a different age.. I've seen my friends go gaga over Hrithik Roshan post 'Kaho Na Pyaar Hai' ( and that was like nearly 10 years back). I've seen my friends write 'love letters' out to a guy in my class as early as the 3rd standard.. And i've even heard of some friends having an innocent crush on their kindergarten teachers.. Me? well i had my first crush just a few months back.. Yes, i AM romantically challenged..</div><div><br /></div><div>So this was a conversation i heard on a bus from the Kochi to Guruvayur, between the teo 'young ladies' who were sittinng in front of me. Now before i start with their actual conversation, let me describe them for you..</div><div>The first one, lets call her Riya was all of 4 feet. Dressed in denim capris teamed with a white shirt with Hannah Montana's face on it, she sure was in touch with the current fashion for an 8 year old.</div><div>Her friend/ cousin, who looked slightly older, lets call her Priya looked far more simpler than our uber modern Riya unless ofcourse you were more observant. Priya had obviously sneaked into her mother's vanity case and had tried on some blue eyeshadow (to go with her outfit ofcourse) and had a different nail color on every nail.. Which brings us back to our conversation..</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Riya</b>: You're wearing eye-shadow va?</div><div><b>Priya</b>: Ammaam, first i thought i'd wear my new green dress but my green eyeshadow is over, so i thought i'd wear blue itself.</div><div><b>Riy</b><b>a</b>: Cha! so lucky you are, my amma doesn't let me touch her makeup. But why are you wearing different colored nail polish on each finger?</div><div><b>Priya</b>: It's couture!!</div><div><b>Riya</b>: Oh couture is a new brand uh? i wear only lakme</div><div><b>Priya</b>: No No. Couture means 'Style'</div><div><b>Riya</b>: oh apdiya? But if i wear like this and all, my boy friend won't like it.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><i>*Deepti falls of her seat*</i></span></div><div><b>Priya</b>: What?? you have a boy friend uh??</div><div><b>Riya</b>: Ya, this is my third boyfriend.. Why? You don't have uh??</div><div><b>Priya</b>: Ofcourse i have * VERY defensive tone* but i'm fighting with him now.. um.. so what's your boy friend's name?</div><div><b>Riya</b>: His name is Swaadhistan, but i call him Swadoo *blush*</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">*Deepti thinks she's going to puke*</span></i></span></div><div><b>Priya</b>: oh oh ok.. So you love him uh?</div><div><b>Riya</b>: Ya ya.. look *points at plastic 'tweety' ring* He gave me this.</div><div><b>Priya</b>: That's cute, but my boy friend gives me <i><b>real</b></i> jewelry *points at her chain which has heart locket on it* MY boyfriend gave me this for my birthday.</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">*Deepti searches for hard object to bang her head against* </span></i></div><div><b>Riya</b>: Do you think you'll marry your boyfriend?</div><div><b>Priya</b>: Let's see ya.. right now i'm having a fight with him because i saw him holding hands with his ex.. she sits in the bench next to his, so they get to talk during classes also. I've to sit in the front row cos of my height.. If they get back together, then that's all</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">* Deepti decides to jump off bus, but thankfully Riya's mom comes to check on them and the girls hush up*</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ah! young love, so naive, so immature, so .. so.. so.. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">BARF-WORTHY!!</span> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzyNvs1TFUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/eLdu-LpDLuI/s400/chickenwormlove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421363902075311426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><b>#2 Love love me do.. How do i propose, if only i knew.</b></i></span><i><b>.</b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This i heard in the waiting lounge at the Kochin airport. There's this thing about Mallus.. they talk a lot.. and i mean, a LOT!! and they don't mind being overheard, infact sometimes they want to be.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So there i was, looking as Maru as possible with all my shiny bling and mehendi adorned hands (hey, I had an engagement to attend), one out of the three occupants of the lounge.. The other two, were these two mallus, airport helpers,lets call them meesai1 and meesai2</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(the convo which was originally in mallu has been translated, not cos yu don't know mallu but cos i don't know mallu pronunciations :P)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Messai 1: Dude, look at that north-indian sitting there.. looks our age only..</div><div>Messai2: huh? hmm..</div><div>Messai1: What's with you dude? Things bad with shajeena?</div><div>Messai2: hmm..No.. thing is, things are getting serious.</div><div>Messai1: Serious? what're you talking bout bro?</div><div>Messai2 * pulls out a ring* i'm thinking of proposing to her</div><div>Messai1: WOAH!!! </div><div>Messai2: Thats all you're gonna say?</div><div>Messai1: Well what else did yu expect me to.. its suicide dude</div><div>Messai2: But i really love her.. tell me.. how do i propose</div><div>Messai1: Get down on your knees and shove the ring in her face... If she says NO, run for it before she changes her mind, if she says yes, jump from the nearest building.</div><div>Messai2: NOT funny!</div><div>Messai1: OK, hmm whats her favourite flower?</div><div>Messai2: I don't know</div><div>Messai1: OK, whats her favourite chocolate?</div><div>Messai2: I don't know</div><div>Messai1: What DO yu know bout her?</div><div>Messai 2: that i'm in love with her.. * laughs*</div><div>Messai 1: oh please.. ok where did yu meet her for the first time?</div><div>Messai2 : On a bus.</div><div>Messai1: That's it then</div><div>Messai2: What's it.</div><div>Messai1; ask her out on a bus.</div><div>Messai2: er? on a bus??</div><div>Messai1: yea dude.. when she passes money for the ticket, pass her a ring back with the ticket</div><div>Messai2: if i'm with her, why wud i make her buy the ticket?</div><div>Messai1: OK, make the conductor give her the ring.</div><div>Messai2: Then she'll think the conductor is proposing to her.</div><div>Messai1: Point.. Take her on a long bus trip and get her groundnuts</div><div>Messai2: How will that help? </div><div>Messai1: Shove the ring into her cone of groundnuts..</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, that is when i had to leave.. So i'm still wondering how that guy asked his girlfriend out.. I mean i've heard of many a 'nutty' proposal, but this sure beats them all.. ;P</div><div> </div><div><br /></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-41967624179992935692009-12-22T23:28:00.000-08:002009-12-22T23:56:07.370-08:00The 'Saal Ka Last With a Blast' Series<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzHMhHpy0mI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_vJ3voAbPro/s1600-h/newyearresolution1.jpg"><br /></a></div>Most people are known to take resolutions in the new year, ( and give it up two weeks into the year) but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> thinking, why not change traditions a bit??<div>I mean when you give up your traditions so early in the year you're loomed with a sense of guilt (for a while at least), so why not adopt a technique where you can try something new, and give it up before you get bored of it..</div><div>Presenting, the '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Saal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ka</span> last with a Blast' plan..</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, every year you start off with ambitious dreams of what you want that year to be like and you'd have barely done anything on this list of yours by the end of the year.. I know <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> true for me.. For instance, i wanted to start swimming again this year..( I went for precisely one week, caught a cold and gave up).</div><div>I wanted to bell the CAT this year (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hehehehe</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hahahaha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hohohohoh</span>.. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OK</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">I'm</span> not even gonna start on that)</div><div>I wanted to make more time for my friends( Considering i haven't met my best friend who lives like 3 kilometers away in over 2 months, THAT resolution clearly didn't happen)</div><div><br /></div><div>But but but, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">saal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ka</span> last with a blast ( phew it's a task to type that every time, let's just call it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sklwab</span>) is not about reminiscing(?!) the past, but kicking ass in the future..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzHMmieh-dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rD4-M1wWsKQ/s400/new-year.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418336789165373906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 295px; " /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzHMhHpy0mI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_vJ3voAbPro/s1600-h/newyearresolution1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzHMhHpy0mI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_vJ3voAbPro/s1600-h/newyearresolution1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzHMhHpy0mI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_vJ3voAbPro/s1600-h/newyearresolution1.jpg"></a></div><div>So here's the plan, there's a week to new years and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">I'm</span> gonna squeeze in as much of my resolutions into this one week..</div><div><br /></div><div>Starting with writing more often ( considering i might have to disappear to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">mallu</span> land where the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Internet</span> is slower than a pregnant snail, this might be tough. But i can always write out posts the old school way and publish online later.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">muahahaha</span> that way, i can even cheat :P )</div><div><br /></div><div>Get back to swimming ( THIS is VERY achievable..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">yay</span>!! )</div><div><br /></div><div>Read all the books <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">I'd</span> picked up this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Staying connected with my friends ( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">errrr</span> again a toughie since i wont be in town.. but the three days to new years are full on dedicated to them)</div><div><br /></div><div>And the list probably goes on and on and on.. i mean after all it's not just for new years that we make resolutions.. </div><div><br /></div><div>So there it is.. my BIG PLAN.. wish me luck!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SzHMhHpy0mI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_vJ3voAbPro/s400/newyearresolution1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418336696065512034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-62918976648269037742009-11-27T04:46:00.000-08:002009-11-27T05:20:02.681-08:00The Saga Continues..(Part 2)After a happy family dinner, we were back home.. I wondered how to spend the last few hours of my 'teenage' life.. I decided to pull down all the photo albums and the diaries from the years gone by.. There's something about going through ones old photos that livens up one's spirits.. you can't help but smile when you see a picture of yourself in a funny costume that you had to wear for a school play or a picture of you making funny faces at the camera on your first excursion outside the state.. I was enjoying the company of the 'ghost of the birthdays past'..<div><br /><div>The sweet smell of vanilla mixed with the seductive scent of chocolate floated through the air... Lost in the downpour of memories, i had forgotten to check on my parents.. I had assumed they were asleep.. I listened, but all i could hear was muffled whispers.. i stepped out of my room, the entire house was dark except for a lone candle in the drawing room.. I took timid steps towards the candle.. I thought i heard a giggle..</div><div><br /></div><div>Confetti flew in the air and the lights came on..</div><div><br /></div><div>All the people i'd been looking at in my photo albums, stood in front of me now, all of them wearing a party hat and singing for me.. There was giggling, there was teasing but mostly there were just warm tight hugs..</div><div>So you think a picture is worth a thousand words?? Well, a hug is worth all the memories and the love associated with each of those memories that these simple words describe..</div><div><br /></div><div>I was finally 20.. and i was loving every minute of my new life!!</div></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-4029698078394842342009-11-22T11:04:00.000-08:002009-11-24T11:09:07.622-08:00The Saga Continues..(Part1)<div style="text-align: justify;">( OK, i know this post is like a month overdue, but like i always say, better late than never :) )</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've always been scared of commitments of any form and quite frankly, i HATE change.... Changing schools, taking decisions, making new friends- its always been scary for me.. Call me a gutless mallu, but that's just how i am. And thus i find birthdays scary.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Confused? Well as you grow older, you have more responsibilities. and you need to be committed enough to these new responsibilities to do a half decent job.. NIGHTMARE!!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I'd been thinking of this very same nightmare for a while now and the daily birthday countdowns that my friends were giving me, the cards that were coming in and the constant birthday discussions were just making things work.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's the last year of college, and maybe I'll be working the next year or perhaps I'll be doing my PG.. My head'd been spinning thinking about the responsibilities that were to fall on my head soon and the change that I'd have to encounter.. Every message that came in reminding me about my birthday felt like the loud ticking of a time bomb about to burst.. No matter how much my friends tried to show me the brighter side, my brain refused to accept there was anything good about growing older..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dad'd just come back from a really long tour, and i was moping around oblivious to everything other than the loud ticking of 'the time-bomb'. We decided to go out for dinner, hoping that that would change my mood, at least temporarily.. I decided to drive:- <b>grown up act #1</b>.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My parents were talking about grad school.. but (thankfully) there was enough traffic to distract me..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A bunch of hooligans overtook suddenly from the right..My mum noticed the 'cute' guys in the car.. Dad commented on their 'uber sexy' tyres... I swore loudly, cursing the mindless brats( much to my dad's amusement and ma's shock):- <b>grown up act #2..</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We reached besant nagar ; i fussed about the lack of parking space and frowned at a skimpily dressed teenager.. :-<b>grown up act #3..</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My phone buzzed.. "yet another reminder", i thought as i crossed the road.. And thats when my dad took my hand.. He wrapped his fingers around mine, like he always did when i was little and pulled me along as he crossed the road..When we reached the other side, he patted my head and smiled. "No matter how old you are, you'll always be my little girl"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I looked at my phone to check the message.. it was F.O.F..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Age is an issue of mind over matter, if you don't mind, it doesn't matter".</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's when it struck me, it didn't matter if i was turning 20 or 70. I would always be my daddy's little girl, i would always have the love of my friends... I could do whatever i wanted to do and be whoever i wanted to be.. no matter how old i was cos I'd always have people i could fall back on and who make every day of my existence a wonderful experience..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Somehow, the countdown didn't seem threatening now..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">" Tick tock tick tock..4 more hours left of your teens" read the next message..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I smiled.. "four more hours before the start of a new adventure"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-928299557738541452009-11-10T10:26:00.000-08:002009-11-10T10:42:52.528-08:00Guess who's back!<div style="text-align: justify;">I was watchin Julie and Julia yesterday and watching Julie Powell's eyes light up every time she had a new recipe to blog about reminded me about how much i loved narrating funny happenings or venting my frustration through my blog.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Things've been coming up one after the other and I've found no time to write.. something that i adore. Its not that there hasn't been much to write about.. trust me there's lots.. Its just that I've not been finding time.. rather I've not made an effort to make time for it..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Writing a sarcastic love letter will not help me this time, but i know i need to pursue my passions and writing is one of them..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> if i could quote a line from the movie to describe my blog: </div><div style="text-align: justify;">" you are the butterto my bread and the breath to my life"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">well actually i reckon that quote works well for all my passions, and so here's hoping, i find more time to pursue all that i love! </div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-48986503336914509962009-09-26T23:40:00.000-07:002009-09-27T02:39:29.560-07:00The one on nicknames(This was supposed to be written instead of the previous post, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wats</span> a good story without a prologue right? )<div><br /></div><div>Now nicknames are very interesting, cos <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">there're</span> memories behind each nickname a person has. And each story is just as goofy and just as interesting as the other.. And your true identity is always hidden in your nickname ( or so at least i like to believe)</div><div><br /></div><div>F.O.F ( new comers look at previous posts to find out who F.O.F is) and I were having another of our random conversations in the middle of the night when we came to the topic of nicknames.. Now he's got a very nice name, but its boring ( and a tad bit formal) to use a person's name in every conversation.. Nicknames are somehow more personal and a whole lot more fun. Thus began a night long conversation on suitable nicknames for each other.. Now as always i shall start with another story and come back to the interesting conversation i had ( what can i say, i love the air of suspense.. told <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yu</span> i could be a drama queen)</div><div><br /></div><div>So here's the story of my first nickname..</div><div><br /></div><div>You know how kids pick up words ending with vowels more easily.. and most times they're repeated vowels.. for instance words like '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tata</span>' and '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mumma</span>' and the likes.. Well i was no exception.. Though my mum had tonnes of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mallu</span> names to call me by (read <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">molu</span>), i decided to coin an all new word of my own- '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><b>Dappa</b></span>' ( pronounced the same way as 'cuppa')</div><div>What logic went behind the invention of this name i know not.. But ever since i could speak, i called myself <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dappa</span>.. and anything around me had to be prefixed with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">dappa</span>.. for instance instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">jus</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">askin</span> for chocolate, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">i'd</span> say '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><i>dappa</i></span><i> </i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><i>choco</i></span><i> give</i>' or instead of saying ' i don't want to go to school', <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">i'd</span> say '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><i>dappa</i></span><i> school no</i>'.. Now everyone thought that it was incredibly cute ( Not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">jus</span> the name, but the way i associated everything to the name/word <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">dappa</span>) and so the name stuck on..</div><div><br /></div><div>And over the years, several other 'names' have emerged from this simple name.. Such as '<b>Double-u</b>' ( coined by my mom's brother, after the weird way in which i can twist my eyebrows)</div><div>'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><b>Dappu</b></span>' ( come on, its the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">comman</span> cliche' right, the ending with 'u' name)</div><div>'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><b>Dapp</b></span>'</div><div><br /></div><div>So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">thats</span> bout the 'name' i gave myself ( and as boring as this post might be to you, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">i'm</span> having incredible fun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">walkin</span> down memory lane or should i say 'funny name' lane)</div><div><br /></div><div>Then there were the series of 'Deep' related names, like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><b>Deepu</b></span>, Deep and what not.. But one of my all time favourites is '<b>Dips</b>'.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Somethin</span> my dad gave me.. and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">incidentally</span> its also <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">wat</span> F.O.F has started calling me..</div><div><br /></div><div>These were the 'normal' names, and now for the silly ones..</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets go in order shall we.. </div><div>Enter 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">th</span> grade, there comes a guy (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Kumaresh</span> i think his name was)</div><div>You know the whole ' the boy teases <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">yu</span> cos he secretly likes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">yu</span>' story right, well apparently this guy DID like me, but i sure din like him for the weird nickname he gave me.. I'd <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">jus</span> come <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">bak</span> from Delhi, and no matter how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">mallu</span> my family is, we prefer eating <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">roti</span> to rice.. So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">paranthas</span> were a usual lunch.. </div><div>And thus the boy decides to call me- *wait for it*- '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"><b>CHAPPATI</b></span>!!!! Apparently it rhymes with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Deepti</span>.. So all through primary and middle school this guy and his 'gang' call me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">chappati</span>.. (Till 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">th</span> when i finally realized i could do something about it and ended up punching the guy)</div><div><br /></div><div>Next.. We're in 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">th</span> and guys have started <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">lookin</span> beyond '<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Pokemon</span>' and started discovering girls.. Now i was this tall, THIN thing in school and most guys were too shy to come and speak to me ( it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">could've</span> also been the fact that most of them were afraid to talk to the 'teacher's daughter')</div><div>Now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">i'm</span> the 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">th</span> grader's definition of 'hot' and nothing describes me better than a matchstick, so there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">yu</span> have it, they started calling me ' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">THEEPETTI</span>' ( which means match stick, or rather match box)</div><div><br /></div><div>Next stop, 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">th</span> grade.. I'm the nerdy dancer/ artist who keeps to herself but when let lose, cracks crazy jokes and is basically fun to hang out with.. Then starts a fad, i started scribbling the initials '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">dp</span>' wherever i go.. On benches, on the floor, in all the text books, i write it EVERYWHERE in different styles.. The trend setter that i am, suddenly everyone starts <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">spellin</span> their name this way.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">Divi</span> (short for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">Divya</span>) became <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">DV</span>.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">Vaish</span> (short for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">Vaishnavi</span>) became <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">YC</span> and so on.. And so, for my kooky trends, i was christened <b>Dippy</b> ( or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">dp</span>)</div><div><br /></div><div>College was next.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">Nothin</span> interesting happened till my second year, when finally the triplets were formed!! Now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">i'd</span> taken an oath of sorts to stop swearing.. Hence <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">everytime</span> i wanted to curse someone, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">i'd</span> refer to them as a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">bumboola</span> or a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">bumboo</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66">jus</span> plain bum.. Thus the name <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67">bumboo</span> stuck to me( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68">Vedha</span> apparently yawns like a cat, hence she became Billi and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69">supri</span> who <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70">jus</span> cant seem to keep her mouth shut became Blabber)</div><div><br /></div><div>Those were all the names i have and like, and you never know, i might gain more as life moves on..And someday when <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71">I'm</span> all old and grey and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72">I'm</span> signing some voucher at office, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73">I'll</span> think of all the names i have/ had and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74">I'll</span> have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75">somethin</span> to laugh about..</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Love,</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76">Bumboo</span>/ Dips/ Dippy/ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77">Theepetti</span>/ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78">Chappati</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79">Ps</span>. I forgot to tell <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80">yu</span> what i called F.O.F... apparently the guy is 'slightly' scared of crossing roads and the first time we hung out, he literally sprinted across an empty road, so i named him 'road runner' or R.R. for short.. he loves the name, i love his company, all is good in the world \m/</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-50767615135834789162009-09-21T08:05:00.000-07:002009-09-21T09:10:49.119-07:00What's in a name??<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><span class="quote" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b>What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell just as sweet</b></span></span></span><span class="quote" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b>.</b>"</span></span></span></span><div><span class="quote" style="text-decoration: none; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">One of the most popular quotes in the world, any bum who's not even heard of Shakespeare would still know this quote.. Which brings us to the topic of names.. What IS in a name? </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"><i><b>They give a person an identity</b></i> (erm ok but what do you do if your name is Shruthi and you're in a class filled with 7 other Shruthi's.. 2 with the same initial even?)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><i><b>They speak about the person you are</b></i> (again lets take the name Shruthi.. I know a couple who are absolutely tone deaf.. so much for maintaining 'Shruthi')</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">Everyone has a story behind their name (or nameS as most people I know have 'house names' and 'school names'.. yea I've never really figured that out myself)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">One can be named after the star you were born under, after a much loved deceased relative, after one's favourite actor, or worst.. after an old flame..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">Some families follow the letter obsession. You know, having all the children named with the same letter ( Classic example, a friend of my Dad called Gurumurthy, married Ganga and they decided to call their kids Gautham and Gowri.. Now that makes it easier for us cos we jus refer to them as the 'G's)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">I have a story behind my name as well, before which i shall tell you what i was *shudder* almost named..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">I was born a few months after my great grand mother's demise ( and she much like my grandfather had predicted that the child to be born-me!! would be a girl)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">And when i was born they saw that i resembled her ( well yea, i was born bald like a lot of babies are and since she was dying of cancer, she din have much on her head towards her end.. and the baby wrinkles and the toothlessness contributed to my uncanny 'resemblance')</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">Hence some old kook (one of my mum's many uncles) decided i should be called '<b>PadmavathyKuttiAmma</b>' after my great grandma.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">My dad who was in Bahrain that time flew down just in time to save me!! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">So then it was (thankfully) up to my parents to name me..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">Mum wanted me to be named Shruthi ( now you know why i used that as an example :) )</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">Reason being she 'knew' I'd have a nice voice and well she wanted my name to begin with an 'S' as well since my brother's did.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">Dad had better plans.. He wanted me to be called Deepti- one who brings light.. He gave everyone a 2 hour discourse on how this child- me!!! had brought in happiness into every one's otherwise grey existence..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">People who'd been brooding over two recent deaths, now had something to smile about.. 'The birth of a new life' </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">He had just got promoted, and my brother (who always came second in class, losing by a few points to a sindhi girl) had finally come in first. So i was obviously the bearer of good news, the one who one who brought a 'glow' onto faces with my toothless baby yawns.. the one who brought 'warmth' to their dark cold days..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">(Long story short my dad bull crapped for two hours cos he wanted me to be named after some form of light as well. His name's Pradeep, my brother is Sandeep.. My cousins are Divya, Diya and Deepak. And well he wanted another "deep" in the family)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;">So that's how i became Deepti.. and from this name came a hoard of nicknames. some interesting, some confusing and some just plain hilarious..But more on that in the next post..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-67817070054732273132009-09-12T04:09:00.000-07:002009-09-12T05:03:50.352-07:00The drumrollEver noticed how the most random yet the most interesting conversations start after the clock strikes twelve? There's something to these late night conversations that bring out the best of the philosopher and comedian in you. I personally think I've been at my witty best only in the wee hours of the morning..<div><br /></div><div>The conversation could be one online, a call ( though this isn't always a great idea to have with just about anyone, so late in the night) and of course the ever dear sms.. I personally have introduced several mortals to the wonderful world of 20 messages per minute. I have several tired fingers cramped hands to my name. And as gory as the last message sounded, i take great pride in this 'achievement' of mine..</div><div><br /></div><div>My latest achievement has been this friend of a friend ( why take names, right :P )</div><div>You know how sometimes it takes you a couple of years to get to know a person and feel close to them while with certain others all it takes is a conversation to feel like you've shared a lifetime of friendship with them? Well this friend of a friend ( F.O.F lets call him) belonged to the latter, and all it took us was a countable number of messages for us to 'bond'..</div><div><br /></div><div>Now ever since vedha has started working and supri has moved in with her grand mum, neither of them stay up late. Thus a nocturnal creature like me can get pretty lonely in the night, not having anyone to share the eeriness of the night and the random thoughts with. That's where our nocturnal hero, mr F.O.F played a pivotal role, turns out he was pretty much a vampire himself, and thus grew a friendship known only to the shadows of the darkness.</div><div><br /></div><div>Random comments about mallus, hang outs in the city, pretentious peers and many such topics formed part of our conversation with each of us trying to outdo the other with our response. Though i think last night's conversation is worth a mention..</div><div><br /></div><div>F.O.F is coming for a play i'm helping organize and so he'd asked me to arrange for tickets. I collected it a week back and have been planning to drop them off with him for quite a while now, but things keep coming up... I was to meet him today, but then i had to cancel last minute cos my mum and i were planning to have a few friends over..</div><div><br /></div><div>" Still awake? i was getting bored, was hoping for company. Oh, btw guess what, my parents are coming down tomoro"</div><div><br /></div><div>" Yup, still wide awake! they are? cool. So its gonna be good ol' quality time with the parents tomoro"</div><div><br /></div><div>"hmm something like that, though i've saved my eve for this really sweet girl who took the pains of getting me tickets to a play i've been wanting to watch"</div><div><br /></div><div>" lol very very lame reference my boy! and i completely forgot to tell you, i wont be able to make i tomoro. Mum's made plans. I'll send them thro someone else if its urgent"</div><div><br /></div><div>" No, thats ok, i'll take em from you when you're free.. though the wait goes on and on doesnt it?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I guess.."</div><div><br /></div><div>"But it's good"</div><div><br /></div><div>"The wait is good? How? rather why?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"you're a fan of how i met right? remember the drum roll?"</div><div><br /></div><div>And thus a 2 hour conversation on the 'drumroll' followed.. For those of you who're unfamiliar with the term, well thats why i'm writing this post :)</div><div><br /></div><div>You know the wait before a large event? How your mind starts working at double the speed? You visualise the event the way you like it in your head..</div><div> For instance, you have a really important paper presentation that could lead to a long awaited promotion. All the while you're waiting your turn, you're rehearsing what you're gonna say and how you're gonna end the presentation with a witty joke. You picture the entire hall clapping and appreciating your work, you picture the board of directors noding their head in approval and some old grouch even giving you a thumbs up.. The excitement that visual gives you, the confidence that boosts in you, the funny feeling in your tummy that all the anitcipation gives you-Well that is the drumroll.. </div><div><br /></div><div>The event as such goes by faster than one can blink an eyelid, and all that remains is the drum roll before the event and the success that follows it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another example? Well this is the one they use in the series itself and its the best possible example of the drumroll. Imagine you've just started seeing someone, things are going fine and you guys are going on your first official date. The ambience is just as you'd imagined it to be, the place has just enough people to let you have your own privacy and after the desert he leans over..</div><div>He puckers up and closes his eyes and you know wats gonna follow, but for those 30 seconds of seperation you're picturing the most perfect kiss, the one in which you can hear bells ring and see sparks fly. While you're thninking, you move closer and then suddenly you pull back just a little bit to add to the intensity of the moment. You move closer so that you can feel his breath on your face and you study his features and imagine how they will change when your lips touch. Thw excitment and fervour of that moment, well THATS the drum roll!</div><div><br /></div><div>And we all have experinced this 'phenomena' at some point of time or the other, i personally love the drama that life offers and for fellow nuts like me, Enjoy the drum roll!</div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-63941461528611798622009-08-28T09:57:00.000-07:002009-08-29T03:26:36.654-07:00I can't wait to see you again (part 3)<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br />It could be just in my mind</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">A funny feeling you were giving me</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Whenever you were coming around</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">I seem to be floating on a Cloud</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">I seem to be losing control</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Can it be love that I feel in my heart?</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Can it be love - have I fallen for you?</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Can it be love?</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Everlasting Emotion?</span></span></i></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap; font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;">'Cos when you look at me and Smile I Know...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap; font-family:georgia;"></span>What does one do when one is stuck alone in a room with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wat</span> might be the love of their life?<div>a) Make small talk and hope cupid shoots an arrow at him</div><div>b) Get the 'flirt' on</div><div>c) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">RUNNNNNNN</span>!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Option 'b' was something i wasn't well versed in and any attempt at it would be an epic failure.</div><div>Option 'a' wasn't bound to happen since i had to instruct myself to do something as simple as breathing.</div><div>Option 'c' didn't seem like too bad an idea.....</div><div><br /></div><div>I shifted in my chair, ran my fingers through my hair, cleared my throat a couple of times, rubbed my nose every now and then.. I did everything i could to not look at him and that smile of his. Darn that smile!</div><div><br /></div><div>You remember how in 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> grade your science teacher was teaching you the concept of 'dispersion' and she probably sprayed some perfume in one corner of the room and told you how due to 'dispersion' you could smell it even from the other end of the room. Well, i was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jus</span> 2 feet away from him, and the phenomena of 'dispersion' was acting like a pain in my butt!!</div><div><br /></div><div>As if sitting in his presence wasn't bad enough and trying not to catch his gaze was torturous enough, the air conditioning was blowing his scent to me. My head was clouding with the smell of his cologne..</div><div><br /></div><div>'So....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hmmmm</span>'</div><div>Oh no, don't start <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">talkin</span>, i won't know how to reply.. I looked up, opened my mouth to say something, but one whiff of the aroma that arose from his skin and i was out. I'm pretty sure all i could say would be 'duh'..</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily the door knob turned and the others came in, he looked towards the door and smiled, i still stared at him stupidly..</div><div><br /></div><div>'There you are dippy'</div><div>Was someone calling me? </div><div>All of them lined up around me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chandne</span> pulled my hair.</div><div>'Ow'.Back to reality</div><div>The others shifted behind me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Chandne</span> poked me again. I took the cue and quite unwillingly introduced the others to him. Why the feeling of possession i wondered, but somehow he felt mine!</div><div><br /></div><div>The usual <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pleasantries</span> were exchanged, he asked everyone about their course and college and trivial things. My turn came and i too answered without difficulty. Theatre was discussed, questions asked, answers furnished and i continued watching him. The curves his mouth made as he spoke,the way he moved his hands when he was explaining something, how his brows tensed when he spoke of something very serious, how his eyes lit up when he spoke about his passions.. I could watch him all my life.. Wait, what was i saying... Enraged with my lack of control over my emotions, i walked out of the room.</div><div>'You've got to go?', he asked.</div><div>I swept a quick last glance at him.. 'I'll be right back', i lied..</div><div><br /></div><div>I walked to the fountain, i wanted to be as far away from a crowd as i could.. I could hear the loud thumping of music, but that was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">nothing</span> compared to my heart.. Maybe the sight of the bamboo and the sound of water would calm me down!! </div><div>I watched as a pigeon dipped its head into the water and held it there for a bit to long, it shook it's head so hard when it came out, that i was scared it's head was gonna fall off.. I held my hands tightly around myself and closed my eyes..'FOCUS'</div><div><br /></div><div>My head was finally clearing up, i had to handle just one more event. I would do that, go meet my seniors and leave for a council meeting, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'd</span> get home, catch up with ma and pa, dinner and then sleep.. But the vision easily melted away and i saw his smiling face again..</div><div>I opened my eyes, shook my head and tried again.. I would get a good night's sleep, wake up get ready for college, get on the bike, check my mirrors and in the mirror i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">wud</span> see him and he would laugh. what?? NO!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>I opened my eyes again and there he was, right next to me, laughing</div><div>' Practicing telekinesis eh? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">haha</span> careful there, you almost swept me off my feet', he joked..</div><div>Sigh, if only he knew who had swept who of their feet.</div><div>I stood up and noticed for the first time that he was just the right height for me.. I pinched myself! Stupid hyper imaginative mind!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>'Leaving now?', i asked.</div><div>'Looks like it', he shrugged. He HAD to stop acting cute <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">in front</span> of me!!!</div><div>I smiled a fake smile.. so the story was ending <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">jus</span> like that..</div><div>I opened my mouth to say goodbye but he interrupted me.</div><div>'Can you walk with me till the gate?'</div><div>I nodded..</div><div>We walked together, i pictured us along the moors again.. </div><div>I cursed my college for being so small, just a few countable steps and we were at the gate..</div><div>'So', i started. He looked up. 'I know we've said this a hundred times over now, but thank you for coming'. </div><div>His phone beeped, he looked at it and laughed again.</div><div>'Looks like you'll have to bear with me for a bit longer. My sister is still not here'.</div><div>My legs felt weak, i quickly leaned against the wall.</div><div>'It'd be my pleasure', i smiled.</div><div><br /></div><div>A half an hour conversation followed, we spoke about food, music, movies, family, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Kerala</span>, Scotland ( turns out he worked there) and just about anything. It seemed easy talking to him now, his smile left me momentarily out of breath, but i was getting better. He stepped forward and leaned on the wall too.. I took a step away. 'So why a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">mundu</span>?'</div><div>'Wow! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">hahaha</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">ok</span> thanks for calling it a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">mundu</span> and not a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">veshti</span>', he grinned. '<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">I'm</span> shifting actually so all my clothes are in cartons and quite honestly, this is all i could get my hands on. Ravishingly sexy isn't it?' and he pranced around. </div><div>Next thing i knew, both of us were on the road, clutching our stomachs laughing our heads off..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>His phone beeped again. 'Ah she's come', he said a little disappointed. We got up and dusted ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><div>'Well it's goodbye then'</div><div>'Guess it is. It's been fun meeting you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Deepti</span>. I really hope to seeing you again, and don't even dare to say thanks again'</div><div>What could i say to that, i smiled.</div><div>He held out his hand.' My lady', he said. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">streched</span> mine out to him, he held it gently and i felt lightheaded.</div><div>He bent his head and bowed. We both laughed. He gripped my hand firmly and shook it.'Thanks for the wonderful time.'</div><div>I felt his fingers loosen their grasp. I nodded at him. He turned and walked away. I watched him.</div><div>I felt my heart sink. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just as i tuned to go back in, '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Oye</span>', he called out, 'take care!'. He waved. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i>I got a way of knowing,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i> when something is right.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i>I feel like i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">must've</span> known you, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i>in another life.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i>I felt this deep connection </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i>when you looked in my eyes.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i>Now i can't wait to see you again!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div></div></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-27115619094868022462009-08-26T10:53:00.000-07:002009-08-29T03:26:36.654-07:00I can't wait to see you again (part 2)If you think the sound of someone hammering a wall when you have a headache is the worst, wait till you hear the loud thumping of your heart when you're hanging off a cliff or worse standing in front of what might be your 'soul mate'...<div><br /></div><div>I counted till ten in my head, I'm not sure if it was to stall a few seconds or to clear my head of the constant thoughts which seemed to be piling in, but it did calm me down. I looked up and smiled. </div><div>'Thanks, but I'm good.'</div><div>And before i could look away, there it was again, the now familiar smile...</div><div>Very few people can emote well with their eyes, and <b><i>his</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> spoke volumes, as frivolous as it may sound, i could suddenly see myself with him, walking along the moors.. We weren't holding hands, neither was there any violin playing in the background, but somehow even in that momentary day dream, i knew i was meant to be with him..</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">"And the first place goes to Jatayu." The diva had announced the results.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The hoots and the screams that followed were enough to snap me back into reality, i held out the certificates for </span><i>him</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> to distribute (maybe, just maybe our hands would touch and i would find out if bells do really ring when then happens), but the diva intervened. Cursing him under my breath, i held out the trophies for him to distribute...</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>The event was now over, he'd go back in a few minutes and maybe I'd never see him again. Just a few minutes ago i wanted to escape his presence and yet now somehow, his conge pricked me. I gave out the mementos meant for the judges without making as little as an eye contact, mumbled a thanks to both of them and turned to leave. The ocean of students would soon engulf them and just as a boat during a mellow tide, they would drift further and further away and soon disappear..</div><div><br /></div><div>'Out of sight, out of mind dippy!', I reassured myself. I turned around to pick up my bag and there <b><i>he </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> was. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">"Looking for this?." He held out my bag.</span></b></div><div>'Erm yea, thanks'.I reached for it and looked away quickly.</div><div>'You look like you're from the student's union, could you, uh help me out a bit... Please?'</div><div>He didn't have to ask me twice.</div><div>'Sure how can i help you?'</div><div>'Well I thought the event would take longer, so I'd asked my sister to come in only later. Can you guide me to the guest room so i can wait there?' He gave that smile of his again. How could anyone ever say no to that?</div><div>'Sure, this way.' I lead on, biting my lip to stop my mind from drifting into another fantasy, and who knew, maybe that would stop the blood from rushing to my cheeks everytime he innocently enticed me with that smile...</div><div><br /></div><div>I held open the door for him.</div><div>' There you go, oh would you like something to drink or eat?'</div><div>' No thanks i'm good. I guess i'll just wait.. Thanks again er....'</div><div>'Deepti.. I'm Deepti'</div><div>' Thanks Deepti..'</div><div>Silence..</div><div>'Deepti', he said again. Sigh my named seemed so beautiful coming from his lips.</div><div>'The one who brings light.. Isn't that what it means?'</div><div>I nodded. He'd been the first to say that, most people simply interpreted it for an analogue for light.</div><div>He looked up at me again, i could see a question in his eyes, or was it something else.</div><div>I cleared my throat, he looked away.</div><div>'Well, i better be goin then, thanks again for coming today, I really hope you'll be able to come back soon for another event'. I chanted a well rehearsed dialogue and stepped towards the door...</div><div><br /></div><div>Just as i turned the door knob, he spoke again.</div><div>'Hey Deepti, if it's ok with you um could you give me company for a while? Till my sister is here?Please?' </div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't have to look at him to know that the smile was back on his face. I swept the hair off my face and turned to him. " How hard could it be", I thought to myself.</div><div>He looked at the chair opposite him, and then at me. </div><div>I was getting better at understanding his gestures, i put my bag down and walked up to the chair. Suddenly it was hard to even breath. Breath in.. Breath out.. Breath in... and then???</div><div><br /></div><div>I looked up, he mouthed a 'thanks'</div><div><br /></div><div>I smiled, and that was all it took, before i knew it i was lost again in those deep eyes..It was just him and me, everything else around seemed a blur, the only thing i could see werethose intense eyes, the only thing that i could herewas my own heart racing. Why did i feel so connected to such a total stranger, what was that he had that no one i ever knew had, that left me so agog? I couldn't help but wonder!!</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Pardon the way that I stare.</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 15px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>There's nothing else to compare.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>The sight of you leaves me weak.</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>There are no words left to speak,</b></span></span></span></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>But if you feel like I feel,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Please let me know that it's real.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>You're just too good to be true.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Can't take my eyes off you.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We'd be together for only a few more minutes now would i be able to recover from this silly delusion i had fallen prey to? or would i sink in deeper? What was happening to me?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-41974015500309012392009-08-25T19:22:00.000-07:002009-08-29T03:26:36.654-07:00I can't wait to see you again (part 1)( Scribbled on the picturesque 2 hour journey from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kochin</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thrissur</span> in a empty train as the rain swept across the country side)<div><br /></div><div>I'd never believed in 'love at first sight' and i;m still not quite sure if i do. To me it's just like those far fetched things we see in movies, like for instance how the good cop takes on 6 armed men with just one bullet in his pistol.</div><div>I'd heard anecdotes about 'real life' instances of love at first sight, but none of them were convincing enough and yet here i am on a train (buzzing with the topic of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kerala's</span> political scenario) contemplating on the existence of this phenomena..</div><div>The symptoms are the same according to all '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yash</span> Raj' films- sleepless nights, loss of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appetite</span>, disillusion. (heck they make it sound like some disease) and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">I've</span> had all of them- maybe it's the flu or maybe it's something more....</div><div> I saw <i><b>him</b></i> a month ago; he'd come to college to judge and event. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">No one</span> was looking at <i><b>him</b></i>, quite honestly i don't blame them for next to <i><b>him</b></i> was this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Greek</span> god of perfection. An <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Indian</span> Edward Cullen if i might call him that.. Those perfect features, those golden brown eyes, that enigmatic smile, even the staff had a tough time keeping from staring at him..</div><div>And silently sitting next to this 'piece of art', almost hidden under the stares for his fellow judge was '<b><i>he</i></b>'.Dressed in a red <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">kurta</span> and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">veshti</span>, he knew he was nothing to look at compared to the one sitting next to him and he had no qualms of not being the center of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">attention. Barely</span> anyone looked at him, some to mock at his attire, and others to rave about how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">gutsy</span>' he was to walk into a women's college in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">veshti</span>.Quite honestly, to me <b><i>he</i></b> was invisible... for now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">at least</span>..</div><div>All the girl's flocked to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Anshuman</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Pradhan</span> like moths to flame and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">just</span> like the pitiful insect, they returned burnt.. When i was asked to sit next to him, i tried not to look too eager though <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">I'm</span> sure i skipped and pranced as i strode to the bench. I've heard that everything seems perfect and beautiful under the influence of drugs, and so powerful was his beauty that the world seemed lovelier by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">just</span> sitting in his presence, the sun looked bright again, the birds were singing again, life in general was 'picture perfect'...</div><div>I've always been a good judge of character and it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">dint</span> take me too long to see through the veil of perfection and see the low lying scum for the person he was, all admiration was lost when i saw him mock every single team on stage. I'd had it with his snide remarks and looked up to argue about something. It was then that i saw 'him'. I read <b><i>his</i></b> name card- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Vaibhav</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Menon</span>. As if he'd heard me saying his name, <i><b>he</b></i> turned to me. The world seemed to have stood still.. he cocked his head and smiled. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, C<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">handne</span> tapped me on my shoulder for something, the world was on 'play' again...</div><div>I didn't dare to look at him for the rest of the event for the fear of getting caught in his gaze again, but even without that, i cud picture his keen eyes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">every time</span> i shut my own, i could picture the gentle curve his lips made when he smiled that heart warming smile of <b><i>his</i></b>.. I couldn't wait for the event to get over..</div><div>I was up on my feet as soon as the event was over, my heart had been weak today and i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">wouldn't</span> dare test it any longer, but as fate would have it, i was asked to go on stage and help the judges distribute the prizes. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Anshuman</span> lead the way with his imperial stride and all the attitude of a diva i tied hard not to scorn at him. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Vaibhav</span> on the other hand on seeing me, stopped, bent forward and gestured me to lead the way. When i looked up at <b><i>him</i></b>, he had that smile on his face again and i heard my heart ringing in my ears...</div><div> I rushed to the volunteer's desk to collect the trophies. 24 trophies stacked on a small tray, the slightest movement would bring the structure down. I struggled as i took carefully measured steps. All eyes seemed to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Anshuman</span> again as he made his 'speech' and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">no one</span> even bothered to offer help except for one soul..</div><div>' Need some help with that?' <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">I'd</span> never heard his voice before, but i knew this was him. You know that feeling you get when you hear one of your favourite songs on the radio on a grey depressing day, and how you're suddenly filled with warmth.. Well i had the same <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">feeling</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">just</span> ten times more intense..</div><div>I gulped, could i dare to look at him? Even without my eyes meeting him, i could feel the warmth of his gaze. would i be strong enough or would i make a fool of myself?</div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-50951683630079618532009-08-15T05:55:00.000-07:002009-08-29T03:26:49.999-07:00Words are all i have<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dear Love,<br /><br />I have been thinking to myself a lot lately over what went wrong and what makes me feel terribly awful. I have to accept that lies and falsehoods won't lead me anywhere, but I guess I was just really head over heels falling for you! I might have done many silly things but I just couldn't help doing such stupid things just to win back your attention.And i know it was stupid of me to have stayed away from you for so long, but i guess i was jus playing hard to get.<br /><br />I really went through a lot trying to prove a point, and now i know how foolish that was.Trust me babe, every moment of the time i was away from you, you were the only thing on my mind. i couldnt sleep i couldnt eat properly wondering if you were ok.it was horrible. so many times i came to see you but backed out fearing that i wouldnt be able to pull myself away from you.<br /><br />I know that I have hurt you.. hurt you bad.. but there was nothing else i could do at that point of time.. i know its been 2 months and in these two months of being with myself and gathering my thoughts and realizing myself, I've realised how dear you are to me and how i cant live apart from you. for what I've done I am asking for your forgiveness and hoping that we could start all over again. I really cherish those moments when everything was going great. I could hardly take the reality of losing you. I really want you back.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Don't take this for an empty promise, for i mean every word of what i say.. and it's only words, and word's are all i have!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">t</span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">his world has lost its glory </span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">let's start a brand new story </span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">now my love </span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you think that I don't even mean </span></span></span></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a single word I say </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it's only words </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and words are all I have </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">to take your heart away </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But alas!! you have no heart.. no no don't get me wrong, I'm not calling you heartless.. But its a fact isn't it?? after all, you are jus a blog.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">With Love,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Deepti</span></div></i></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /></span></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-78858359750259725892009-05-16T06:51:00.000-07:002009-05-16T08:39:39.886-07:00Of Advice-giving Autodrivers and Situational Songs<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>All of us have had blue days.. Days when yu get up on the wrong side of the bed and EVERYTHING seems to go wrong.. but wat if this treacherous day extends to a week.. Imagine!! A week where everything goes wrong<div>A week when yu don't get to meet your best friends</div><div>A week when yu get stupid assignments dumped on yu</div><div>A week when the canteen has nothing good to eat</div><div>A week when yu ALWAYS miss an empty bus by a few seconds and need to wait for half an hour in the hot sun for the next one to come.. and when it does, its ALWAYS a jam packed one filled with people who either have too much jasmine in their hair or desperately need deodorant ( or worse, both)</div><div>A week when yu cant even take two minutes off to stare at trees</div><div>A week when yu've not turned the pages of the book yu've left half read</div><div>A week filled with 'bad hair days'</div><div>and worst of all</div><div>a week when yu never have time to talk to a special someone..</div><div>pretty rough huh?</div><div>Well as my luck would have it, the planetary positions were such that, i had the troublesome Saturn ( shanni) hovering over my life all of last week..</div><div>One thing about me is I'm a very pessimistic person, and on days like these ( or shud i say weeks) my pessimism gets the better of me</div><div>So even if the glass is actually half full, I'd see a glass that was half empty which was cracked at the rim and had dirt at its base.</div><div>So there i was, pulling myself down, drowning my 'sorrows' in chocolate ice cream,brooding to every single soul who was patient enough to listen ( well know, lets not be judgemental.. a girl can act like a drama queen every once in a while cant she?!)</div><div>And no matter how much my friends tried to get me out of it, i jus kept sinking further..</div><div>Mum tried the '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">you're-one-in-a-millio</span></span>n' talk</div><div>Supri tried the ' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">you-are-an-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">achiever</span></span>' talk</div><div>Sar tried the ' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">you-can-do-anything-you-set-your-mind-to</span></span>' talk</div><div>Vedha tried cheerin me up and ever so kindly made me a timetable.. but i just kept makin the problem bigger and bigger in my head..</div><div><br /></div><div>Every time any of my friends felt low, I'd always tell them to search for a silver lining.. but somehow, no matter how much i searched, i couldn't find mine..</div><div><br /></div><div>And i had come to a conclusion that i was the world's biggest loser who'd never be anything in life, i could almost see the crowd passing me by..</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's when i met Mr Chakaravarthy..</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd missed my bus once again and my phone's display had stopped working.. i couldn't possibly</div><div> be in a worse mood.. </div><div>So i decided to take an auto to coll..</div><div>I got in without asking how much he'd charge cos i was in no mood to haggle, i turned my mp3 player on and mentally started cursing everyone who i held responsible for the horrible week i was having.. </div><div>So much so that i started cursing Alexander Graham Bell for inventing the telephone, which later developed into the mobile phone (damn technology!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing i'd planned was goin the way i wanted to!!</div><div><br /></div><div>And correctly started the lyrics:</div><div>I can almost see it,</div><div>the dream I'm dreaming</div><div>but there's a voice inside my head that's saying,</div><div>you'll never reach it</div><div><br /></div><div>Every step I'm taking,</div><div>Every move I'm making</div><div>seems lost with no direction</div><div>My faith is shaking..</div><div><br /></div><div>And that was all i needed to break down..i quickly unplugged my earphones and wiped away those tell-tale tears before anyone in the traffic noticed it.. </div><div><br /></div><div>'This road is one bumpy one isn't it', said the burly man in front of me and that's when i looked up into the side view mirror and noticed the driver for the first time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>He must have been in his thirties but his eyes held a pain much greater than someone his age.</div><div>' this road is one bumpy one.. isn't it', he repeated himself and smiled. I quickly drew my eyes away from the side view mirror and whispered a yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>'Life is just like this road ma', he said.. I continued fiddling with my ear plugs.. the last thing i wanted was an auto driver preaching me..</div><div><br /></div><div>'you must've heard people sayin life is a journey, but remember, the road is not always a smooth one.. there are bumps, there are barriers, but sometimes you need those bumps to slow down your journey.. sometimes you need those barriers to stop and understand where you're heading'</div><div><br /></div><div>without realising i looked bak into the mirror and this time he caught my eye..</div><div><br /></div><div>' you looked depressed.. that's why i'm sharing this with you.. You know, i was a rich business man.. you see that car there, i should've been goin in that car with the ac on, but instead, look at my fate, i'm driving autos for a living' </div><div><br /></div><div>and thus he began his story</div><div><br /></div><div>' i used to make many a thousand every month, i wanted to save and build myself a big house, get married to an educated girl and live a happy life.. i wasn't a very bright student at school you know, but i was smart.. thats wat you need nowdays, one needs to be street smart' </div><div>' i started a garment shops.. there are two businesses which will always prosper.. clothes and food.. people will always have occasions to buy clothes, and people will always celebrate those occasions by eating good food'</div><div>' everything was goin on fine, but like in all our tamil movies, the hero is always faced with problems.. My father suddenly passed away and it was after his demise that we found that he'd taken large number of loans. My sister had just got married and we had absolutely no money to repay the loans.. i decided to sell our house and repay the loans using that money.. that's when we discovered that my brother who was a gambler had bet the house during a game and had lost it'</div><div><br /></div><div>' One bad thing after another kept falling on my head.. my mother fell ill, so there were medical expenses added to the existing financial burden.. i had to sell my business, empty out all my savings and work as a labourer to make ends meet.. and today somehow I've bought my own auto'</div><div><br /></div><div>he looked into the mirror again</div><div><br /></div><div>'but you know what ma, i don't regret any of these, for all those incidents have made me as strong as i am today.. had i shyed away from the problems, i would've been on the streets in rags and beggin for a living.. at least this way I'm making my own living without losing my self respect'</div><div><br /></div><div>i smiled</div><div><br /></div><div>' And yet i haven't stopped dreaming.. why should i? Just because i lost everything i had years back doesn't mean i cant have it back again.. I drive the auto till 1 in the morning, and start again at 4.. I'm trying my hand at politics and hope someday I'll become an MLA'</div><div><br /></div><div>he noticed the skeptic look on my face</div><div><br /></div><div>' oh don't worry ma, i don't intend to become a gold chain adorned, silk dhoti wearing corrupt politician.. i truly want to make a change for my people, i want to voice their needs.. you know when one feels truly liberated ma? not when you have all the money you want, not when you win glory, but when you bring a smile on the face of a less fortunate.. i go to the cancer institute often, and it breaks my heart every time i see all those little children who've fallen victim to such a deadly disease.. i go there and play with them, tell them stories.. i hope to save enough to take them all out for a movie on my birthday'</div><div><br /></div><div>just then a little girl who sold towels and ear buds at the signal ran to the auto beggin him to buy her wares.. he stroked her head and asked her her name</div><div>' julie' said the confused girl..</div><div>he dug into his pocket and pulled a five rupee note out.. he placed it on her little palm, closed her fingers over it, blessed her and asked her to run along.. the warmth of the smile that beamed on the girl's face gave me a sense of reassurance and for those few seconds i basked in the warmth of someone else's good deed.. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was right.. somehow my problems seemed insignificant.. i felt liberated..</div><div><br /></div><div>the auto turned into my college's lane</div><div><br /></div><div>' Don't forget ma, if you fall and hurt yourself, don't cry. don't blame it on the ground.. simply dust yourself off and run along'</div><div><br /></div><div>i smiled at him and plugged my mp3 player again as i dug into my bag for my wallet and there couldn't have been a better song for the moment:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Everything will be alright, yeah</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The heart is stronger than you think.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Like it can go through anything.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And even when you think it can't,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It finds a way to still push on though..<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:16px;">Sometimes you want to run away</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ain't got no patience for the pain<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And if you don't believe it look into your heart<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The beat goes on<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">telling</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">' you..<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Things get better,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Through whatever..<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you fall,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dust it off.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Don't let up.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Don't you know,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You can go,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Be your own miracle..<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You need to know<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But the heart keeps telling you don't give up.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family:verdana;font-size:48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family:verdana;font-size:48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;">Who are we to be </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;">questioning</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"> wondering what is what</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Don't give up..</span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Through it all just stand up..</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's like we've all had better days<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Problems getting all up in your face<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Just because you go through it, don't mean its got to take control.. no!<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You ain't gotta </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">find no</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> hiding place.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Because the heart can beat the hate.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Don't wanna let your mind keep </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">playing</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> you<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">saying</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">' you can't go on<br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">telling</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">' you..</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Things get better,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Through whatever..<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you fall,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dust it off.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Don't let up.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Don't you know,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You can go,<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Be your own miracle..<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You don't gotta be a prisoner in your mind.<br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you fall, dust it off and live your life</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Let your heart be your guide<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And you will know that you're good if you trust in the good<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Everything will be alright..<br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You can light up the dark,<br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">if you follow your heart.</span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And it will get better</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Through whatever<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You got it in you<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Just find it within..</span><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And that's just it.. sometimes you're so blinded by the monstrous image of your problems, that you fail to find the silver lining.. at times like this, all you need to do is look within, for you are your own silver lining..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/Sg7dXKS3Q2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8mxwCUJVJn0/s400/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336445998450819938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 323px; " /></div><div><br /></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-79237003276480563072009-04-24T04:59:00.000-07:002009-04-24T06:06:43.914-07:00Welcome to the jungle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SfG3jIyZkrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-szfFVxbs8c/s1600-h/34512.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SfG3jIyZkrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-szfFVxbs8c/s400/34512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328241648438186674" /></a><br /> My uncle asked me to try this corporate exercise he learnt recently, cos apparently it helps you understand <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ppl</span> better and act appropriately in front of them.. It sounded fancy and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> always game for a new experiment so i decided to give it a shot.. ( not that its very hard for me to associate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ppl</span> with animals, which you'd understand from my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">previous</span> posts :P)<div><br /></div><div>The whole exercise is pretty simple really.. there are basic characteristics that you associate with certain animals, some humans exhibit the same behaviours.. now don get your imagination running with ideas of humans <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sticking</span> their heads in the sand like ostriches or spraying water out of their nose like elephants.. I mean simple things like, the regal look the lion gives you even when it's trapped in a cage.. or the hungry look of the vultures.. its basically about reading people's expressions..</div><div>Now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'd</span> been wanting to do this for a long time, but then things kept <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">coming</span> up so i never was able to go about it, so today on the bus ride back, i decided to give it a shot..</div><div><br /></div><div>Now before i begin my analysis, i should tell you that the 29<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">c's</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">chennai</span> have all types of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ppl</span> in them.. From the flower garland makers to IT <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">professionals</span>, you seem them all.. And hence you learn a lot about your city that way.. You get the latest gossip about tinsel town, you hear about the fluctuating share market and you also get to hear about the latest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sandai</span> ( fight) happening in the slums..</div><div><br /></div><div>You have the typical <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Tamil</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">mami's</span> who glare at every college girl who shows even a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">millimeter</span> of her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">midriff</span>.. </div><div>You have the ladies in their 20's who're always on their phone.. </div><div>You have the roadside romeos who get onto the bus ( whether they need to or not) as long as there are more than 5 girls on the bus..</div><div>You have the old uncle's who're travelling to some post office or some bank with a small black leather pouch tucked under their arms</div><div>And then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">ofcourse</span> you have the 'lovely' conductor and the driver..</div><div>That just about sums it all.. and now to begin with my analysis..</div><div><br /></div><div>The bus <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">wasn't</span> all that packed.. i mean there were just 20 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">ppl</span> standing which is very little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">considering</span> 29c standards.. and I was one of those standing..</div><div>Its easier to observe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">ppl</span> and their behaviour when you're standing for the simple fact that you have a better view and also that you're in the competition for the ultimate reward when one's on a bus- the seat!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>And THAT defines the first lot of 'animals' on the bus- the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> vultures</span>.. they're the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">ppl</span> who are standing ( NOT out of choice that is) while travelling on the bus </div><div>Their greedy eyes scan the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">environment</span> for their prey!! prey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">bein</span> anyone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">makin</span> the lightest movement which makes it appear as if they are readying themselves to get off the bus..</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Jus</span> as soon as they see the prey move even just their little finger, the vulture makes its move.. Quick on their feet, always ready for a fight, always ready to butt in when two other vultures are having a fight, they are the most dangerous of the animals on the bus ( except of course the snake)</div><div>Who's the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">snake</span> you wonder?? the Conductor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">ofcourse</span>..</div><div>Always able to find his way through a crowded bus by slithering his way through. Strikes his prey with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">vengeance</span> ( in this case the prey being anyone who's not bought the ticket)</div><div>And often sly and cunning enough to make the right kind of conversation with the right kind of person</div><div><br /></div><div>That brings us to the lazy <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">hippos</span>.. Those are the middle aged women who probably got onto the bus at the first stop and intend to get off at the last stop . These <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">ppl</span> sit as though they own the bus. Glaring at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">ppl</span> who lean on them by mistake, and ignoring you completely when you request them to pass on the money for the ticket or request them to hold on to your bag for as little as two stops.</div><div>Always ready to complain about anything under the sun, the hippos are the most annoying creatures on the bus</div><div><br /></div><div>Now trust me, you have many many MANY more animals on the bus, or for that matter anywhere around you, but these were all i was able to make a note off today.</div><div>Look around, maybe you'll be able to find more than i was able to..</div><div><br /></div><div>All i can say is:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Welcome to the jungle<br />It gets worse here everyday<br />You learn to live like an animal<br />In the jungle where we play<br />If you got a hunger for what you see<br />You'll take it eventually<br />You can have anything you want<br />But you better not take it from me!!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><br /></span></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-26283958034161505272009-04-21T06:52:00.000-07:002009-04-21T07:58:45.055-07:00Bow to the queens of bullshit!!When you're tired of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span>, there's nothing to watch on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tv</span>, and you clearly are in no mood to study, what do you do??<div>a) Bite your fingernails</div><div>b) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Photoshop</span> random pictures</div><div>c) start <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">messaging</span> your friends and start a random topic</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know about you guys, but as far as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> concerned, there's no better way to while away time than by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">messagin</span>..</div><div>What's there to message you ask??</div><div>Why, there's a wide spectrum of topics to be discussed... The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">indian</span> political scenario.. The box office <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">blunders</span>.. Obama and his "not so WHITE any more HOUSE"... Global Warming...</div><div>But what do we talk about?? Bout more interesting topics <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">of course</span></div><div><br /></div><div>For instance, take those random messages <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">doin</span> the circles... You know, those ones which say "samosa is like a triangle cos it has three ends.. </div><div>question paper is like rectangle cos it has four ends.. </div><div>but out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">friendship</span> is like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">parruppu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">vadai</span> cos it has no ends.."</div><div>Now a couple of days back <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Vedha</span> was feeling utterly jobless so she decided to forward one such message to me.. Little did she realise that i was even more jobless and thus started our analysis of the comparison of friendship to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">vadai</span>..</div><div>I didn't agree with the comparison.. Why?? well, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">vadai</span>, that too a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">parruppu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">vadai</span> has bits of curry leaves and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">parruppu</span> in it.. thus it isn't entirely smooth.. also if its a normal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">vadai</span>.. that has a hole in the center.. i wouldn't want our friendship to have a hole in it now would i..</div><div>Therefore i suggested that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">friendship</span> was more like an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">idli</span>..</div><div>White= purity</div><div>Soft= tenderness/ innocence blah</div><div>Circular= endless</div><div><br /></div><div>How <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">eeet</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">eeees</span>???? :P</div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-59381230104196983292009-04-11T03:04:00.000-07:002009-04-11T04:11:18.720-07:00Kismat<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And it feels right this time <br />On his crash course with the big time <br />Paid no mind to the distant thunder <br />Today filled his head with</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> wonder... boy <br /><br />Says it feels right this time <br />Turn around and found the light lime </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Good day to be alive... sir <br />Good day to be alive he said <br /><br />Then it comes to be that the soothing light <br />At the end of your tunnel <br />Was just a freight train <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">comin</span> your way</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Then it comes to be that the soothing light <br />At the end of your tunnel <br />Was just a freight train <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">comin</span> your way <br /><br />Don't it feel right like this <br />All the pieces fall to his wish <br />Sucker for that quick reward... boy </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sucker for that quick reward they said <br /><br />Then it comes to be that the soothing light <br />At the end of your tunnel <br />Was just a freight train <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">comin</span> your way <br />Then it comes to be that the soothing light <br />At the end of your tunnel Was just a freight train <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">comin</span> your way <br />It's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">comin</span>' your way <br />It comes! <br /><br />Then it comes to be that the soothing light At the end of your tunnel <br />Was just a freight train <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">comin</span> your way <br /><br />Then it comes to be... </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SeB45uC4ggI/AAAAAAAAAKs/59pzZw80kV0/s400/good-luck-fu-chinese-calligraphy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 390px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323387692559925762" /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Isn't that how life is, just when you think <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">every thing's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">goin</span> your way and luck's by your side, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">BAM</span> your hit by all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">that's</span> bad..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">jus</span> a fraction of a second everything turns upside down.. Wat was right goes wrong..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Doesn't</span> matter if you find a horse shoe or a 4 leaf clover.. No matter how many times you rub the laughing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Buddha's</span> belly, you can never put the broken pieces of your life together.. sad isn't it??</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Wouldn't</span> it be nice if everything was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">jus</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">pre</span>- <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">written</span>?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you knew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">wat</span> your life would be..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If each one's life was all written in a book and all we needed to do was write the ending... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">wouldnt</span> it be simpler to know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">wat's</span> gonna happen by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">jus</span> turning a page.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Perhaps it would be less <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">adventurous</span>, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">at least</span> there wouldn't be any heartbreak..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wouldn't it be nice if all the characters in your book were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">pre</span> determined, you would never befriend the wrong person, never be cheated.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wouldn't it be nice if you knew who 'the one' was.. and would never have to waste time searching and feeling lonely..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wouldn't it be easier to know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">wat</span> was gonna happen when instead of things <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">hitting</span> you out of the blue and shattering your world of dreams?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And wouldn't it be easier, to know when the book ends.. instead of living each day in fear and worrying about the future,when you know the pages are gonna get over, write your own destiny... and for however long <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">you</span> are alive, live to the fullest.. no worries about the future, for after all the pen is in our hands!!</span></span></div></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-44903991455312795332009-03-27T03:28:00.000-07:002009-03-27T04:23:59.567-07:00Let's go back to the start!!It feels like just yesterday, when i was cramming up for my chemistry exam but here i am at the end of the second year of my college..How time flies!!<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Supri</span> and i have been running around for the past few weeks preparing for a good enough farewell for our seniors.. I now officially know half the banquet halls in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chennai</span> and have memorised their menus.. in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Supri's</span> words, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> in a "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">GAAND</span>" mood.. There are a lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ppl</span> i would like to give a piece of my mind to..</div><div>The juniors for answering back when asked to pay up for the farewell</div><div>My own classmates for their indifference</div><div>And the seniors for their impatience..</div><div>All said and done, the task has been finished.. </div><div>But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">thats</span> not what this post is about... as i sit here <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">plannin</span> those final details for the farewell, i cant help but think that next year someone will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">doin</span> the same for us.. in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">jus</span> a year, we'll be leaving college, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">headin</span> in different directions, promising to stay in touch.. Things will change.. and why wait till college gets over cos the change has already begun.. This year seemed exceptionally long.. Maybe cos of the things that happened in it.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Starting with "the big fight" and the end of the six brats, to the loss of a friend, the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">abhilasha</span>" drama, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">fahad</span> episode, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">jhankaar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dilemma</span> and now finally this, the farewell.. its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">jus</span> been one heck of a bumpy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">roller coaster</span> ride.. </div><div><br /></div><div>The fun associated with college was replaced by the responsibilities and accountability for every effing event/ activity.. people you considered your closest pals turned into creatures you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">wouldnt</span> utter the names of..</div><div><br /></div><div> It's sad things had to end this way.. and with the new twist in the tale, i really wonder what the next year is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">goin</span> to be like..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/Scy20jOXfaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3pj4hbwpdDw/s400/NORTH+POLE+Sunset-Moon+rise2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826273942666658" /><br /></div><div>Here's to the end of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">beginning</span> and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">beginning</span> of an end!!</div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513625484353280140.post-54999909860316123412009-03-10T06:21:00.000-07:002009-03-15T04:11:49.941-07:00From the diary of a nobodyIt's the tenth of march.. just two days until the final presentation..<div>I had to come early to college for an interview on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">NDTV</span> and though the excitment of being on national television momentarily distracted me from my fears, now as i sit here alone in the atrium, my mind wanders thinking of what the future holds for me..</div><div>There's a gentle drizzle; the smell of the wet earth refreshes one's soul and reminds one of many a happy reminiscence. Intoxicated by the scent, i too cannot bear but drift down memory lane, remembering "those days".</div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZyUpJdC4bg/SbZwj_dPS1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7SZQ4nw0WSQ/s400/raindrops.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311556574161881938" /><div>Those days yonder where i played football in all the slush not worrying about the future..</div><div>Those days when achacha (my grandfather) placed me on his lap and hugged me and told fascinating tales of distant lands..</div><div>Those days when amma when amma made piping hot pakodas as we made paper boats to sail in the rain water..</div><div>Those days long gone where we stared out of the window during chemistry class, watching as the raindrops tantalised each leaf with their seductive touch and slid off to the next leaf, thus rejuvinating every leaf in its way before it trickled down the bark and kissed the soil....</div><div>But even as my mind floods with memories, I raise my head to the heavens searching for an answer... As a raindrop caresses my skin, i wonder..</div><div>I wonder if this is a gentle summer rain; to ease the soul of the sufferings of the scorching sun or if it is the forbear of a storm that is to be..</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">What will my future be?? i know not</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Will there be a summer rain or does a storm await me?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sigh! Whatever it maybe, I need to sail ahead.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Que sera sera!!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>With that thought, i end this note</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Let my fears drown in this teardrop..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Let the rain wash away all anxiety..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Let the scent of the wet earth enrich my soul again.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Let me await the rainbow..</span></div><div><br /></div>Deeptihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407108508169585130noreply@blogger.com6