What is Love?
Such a clichéd rhetoric,
makes you want to dish out poetry
or something heroic.
What is Love?
If it's something I'm honestly asked,
not a song and dance sequence
such a thing of the past!
What is Love?
It's not about holding their hand,
being mushy or romantic
It's about taking a stand.
What is Love?
It is being brave and happy,
of being strong and sensible
when you'd rather be sappy.
What is Love?
It's about not letting it show,
just how difficult it is
to let them go.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
It's a Girl thing...
It all begins when you turn 14 or so. No I'm not saying that you're any less of a girl before that, but things like one's appearance and looks don't bother one till then. It didn't bother me so much at least. Up until I reached my turbulent teens, I was obsessed about other stuff. (Well, I've sort of forgotten what I was obsessed with then, but hell I know it wasn't about my hair or complexion!)
It's a turning point in a girl's life when she's too old to be attending good-for-nothing birthday parties and made to play lame games and yet is too young to be included in girlie gossip. It's the most awkward age to be.
Then comes the phase when you're introduced to everything feminine. From inner wear to make up. It comes at you Tsunami style and hits you in the face about being lady like. It's during ones early teens that one begins hearing of friends frequenting beauty parlours. And no, not just for a hair cut, at that.
The funny thing about how it turned out for me, is that I visited one (beauty parlour) for 'more' than just a hair cut at the ripe old age of 18. It was a torturous experience. Getting my eyebrows plucked and my limbs waxed. I swore never to go back there for as long as I could, and I managed for almost a year.
Of course, it didn't help that my Sindhi-Mallu background of healthy genes made my arms look like the the Sundarbans forest region in no time, but I wasn't going to back down.
Alas I lost my battle with it just before my sister's wedding. The thing about Weddings is that one's forced to spend one's time and money on things we don't want, for things we'll hardly wear, to show off in front of people we don't even like! But I digress!
Visiting the parlour after such a long hiatus gave me the creeps. It even made my hair stand on end. And coming to think of it, it probably made it easier for the lady wielding the hot wax to get rid of the Sundarbans.
With that out of the way, I only had to get my eyebrows plucked and upper lip done. The former's thickness would've put Kaalia's (from Sholay fame) eyebrows to shame and the latter's existence, Gabbar himself.
Getting deforestation done without your whole and soul consent is by far one of the most painful things. And that's saying something cause I've burnt, cut, nicked and poked myself during my entire lifetime.
I barely survived the eyebrow ordeal and I couldn't for the life of me let the evil lady with the thread do the same to the area above my upper lip. I tried in vain telling my sister that the true pride of a person lies in the strength of their mustache (or some rubbish along the same lines) but she was not amused. I had to go ahead with the thing and boy did I manage... halfway.
I'll spare you the torrid details, but I'll tell you this. When I posed for photographs later, at my sister's wedding, I had to do it at an angle.
Here's a tip for those who've not got their upper lip done completely. Tilt your head, chin up and smile. It doesn't matter if you have half your handlebar mustache to hide. You can just cover it up with a tilt, chin up and smile. Practice. Tilt, chin up and smile...
It's a turning point in a girl's life when she's too old to be attending good-for-nothing birthday parties and made to play lame games and yet is too young to be included in girlie gossip. It's the most awkward age to be.
Then comes the phase when you're introduced to everything feminine. From inner wear to make up. It comes at you Tsunami style and hits you in the face about being lady like. It's during ones early teens that one begins hearing of friends frequenting beauty parlours. And no, not just for a hair cut, at that.
The funny thing about how it turned out for me, is that I visited one (beauty parlour) for 'more' than just a hair cut at the ripe old age of 18. It was a torturous experience. Getting my eyebrows plucked and my limbs waxed. I swore never to go back there for as long as I could, and I managed for almost a year.
Of course, it didn't help that my Sindhi-Mallu background of healthy genes made my arms look like the the Sundarbans forest region in no time, but I wasn't going to back down.
Alas I lost my battle with it just before my sister's wedding. The thing about Weddings is that one's forced to spend one's time and money on things we don't want, for things we'll hardly wear, to show off in front of people we don't even like! But I digress!
Visiting the parlour after such a long hiatus gave me the creeps. It even made my hair stand on end. And coming to think of it, it probably made it easier for the lady wielding the hot wax to get rid of the Sundarbans.
With that out of the way, I only had to get my eyebrows plucked and upper lip done. The former's thickness would've put Kaalia's (from Sholay fame) eyebrows to shame and the latter's existence, Gabbar himself.
Getting deforestation done without your whole and soul consent is by far one of the most painful things. And that's saying something cause I've burnt, cut, nicked and poked myself during my entire lifetime.
I barely survived the eyebrow ordeal and I couldn't for the life of me let the evil lady with the thread do the same to the area above my upper lip. I tried in vain telling my sister that the true pride of a person lies in the strength of their mustache (or some rubbish along the same lines) but she was not amused. I had to go ahead with the thing and boy did I manage... halfway.
I'll spare you the torrid details, but I'll tell you this. When I posed for photographs later, at my sister's wedding, I had to do it at an angle.
Here's a tip for those who've not got their upper lip done completely. Tilt your head, chin up and smile. It doesn't matter if you have half your handlebar mustache to hide. You can just cover it up with a tilt, chin up and smile. Practice. Tilt, chin up and smile...
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Love Aaj, no kal!
Statutory Warning : Not one of my humorous entries, so if you're looking for laughs, steer clear of this one!
Relationships. Aren't we all in one, at some point or the other? Some big, some small; some tiny, some huge; some with the opposite gender, some with the same (If your door swings both ways), some relationships that we don't even realise we've made, and some we realise only when its too late (Did the last part just rhyme?!)...
No I don't intend for this entry to be a sad, moppy one. Cause really, who wants to read about the dull stuff... I know I don't. Well today, I want to write about something that's been playing on my mind for the last coupe of days.
I read an article a few days ago about this generations' take on relationships. Yeah, 'Love aaj kal' in the literal sense. As cliched as it may sound, I recoiled at the in-your-face opinions that a lot of young people had given. Living-in, Getting bored of each other too soon, having flings, two timing, indulging in one night stands...
I don't mean to be all high and mighty or condescending when I say it... But I think its a whole pile of rot. I do not belong to the very old school of thought of being conservative and regressive, but I don't think its okay to change ones love interest every couple of months. [I also know that if somebody does, it's none of my business but I'll dish out my opinion anyway ;)]
And hang on, even if one manages to get themselves eye candy every now and then, how do they do that? (Not how they landed with pretty face, smarty!) What I mean is, does a switch just go off in their heads? Do they unplug something somewhere? Do they suddenly change modes? Do they get indifferent? Just like that? HOW?!
I've been through my share of crushes and have had them crushed too, so I know from experience it's not that simple. Doesn't work that way. Ever... Well, atleast for the likes of me!
The whole point of my writing this blog entry is to try and tell a small part of humanity out there... That not all 'young people' are in for instant gratification. Some of us are here for commitment. Some of us are here for having it long term. Some of us are here for sticking it out.... Or not having it at all.
It's tough taking a stand like that sometimes... Especially if there are attractive deals out there. But the decision is final. I'd rather have the heart ache of unrequited love, than go on a rebound from one to another to another to another. I rest my case.
Relationships. Aren't we all in one, at some point or the other? Some big, some small; some tiny, some huge; some with the opposite gender, some with the same (If your door swings both ways), some relationships that we don't even realise we've made, and some we realise only when its too late (Did the last part just rhyme?!)...
No I don't intend for this entry to be a sad, moppy one. Cause really, who wants to read about the dull stuff... I know I don't. Well today, I want to write about something that's been playing on my mind for the last coupe of days.
I read an article a few days ago about this generations' take on relationships. Yeah, 'Love aaj kal' in the literal sense. As cliched as it may sound, I recoiled at the in-your-face opinions that a lot of young people had given. Living-in, Getting bored of each other too soon, having flings, two timing, indulging in one night stands...
I don't mean to be all high and mighty or condescending when I say it... But I think its a whole pile of rot. I do not belong to the very old school of thought of being conservative and regressive, but I don't think its okay to change ones love interest every couple of months. [I also know that if somebody does, it's none of my business but I'll dish out my opinion anyway ;)]
And hang on, even if one manages to get themselves eye candy every now and then, how do they do that? (Not how they landed with pretty face, smarty!) What I mean is, does a switch just go off in their heads? Do they unplug something somewhere? Do they suddenly change modes? Do they get indifferent? Just like that? HOW?!
I've been through my share of crushes and have had them crushed too, so I know from experience it's not that simple. Doesn't work that way. Ever... Well, atleast for the likes of me!
The whole point of my writing this blog entry is to try and tell a small part of humanity out there... That not all 'young people' are in for instant gratification. Some of us are here for commitment. Some of us are here for having it long term. Some of us are here for sticking it out.... Or not having it at all.
It's tough taking a stand like that sometimes... Especially if there are attractive deals out there. But the decision is final. I'd rather have the heart ache of unrequited love, than go on a rebound from one to another to another to another. I rest my case.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
It took me 21 years to get this...!
1. Don't play with sauce squeeze bottles.
2. Don't buy footwear that only looks pretty.
3. Don't wear white when you're going out to lunch.
4. Don't be in a rush to fall in love.
5. Have good phone manners.
6. Don't shake anybody awake.
7. Do not try to befriend a dog that's barking.
8. When you say you'll get back to someone, get back.
9. REMEMBER birthdays.
10. Have a healthy self esteem.
11. Fairness creams do not work! Deal with it.
12. Listen.
13. Read the instructions before making popcorn.
14. Be nice.
15. Chew, swallow, then talk.
16. When in doubt, shut up. Read about it and get back later.
17. Love your folks. They're the best people ever.
18. Maintain a personal diary.
19. Stay in touch with your close friends. Always.
20. Don't wear a skirt if you have to ride the two-wheeler.
21. Frame some sentences in your head first. You'll know how stupid they sound when you say them.
2. Don't buy footwear that only looks pretty.
3. Don't wear white when you're going out to lunch.
4. Don't be in a rush to fall in love.
5. Have good phone manners.
6. Don't shake anybody awake.
7. Do not try to befriend a dog that's barking.
8. When you say you'll get back to someone, get back.
9. REMEMBER birthdays.
10. Have a healthy self esteem.
11. Fairness creams do not work! Deal with it.
12. Listen.
13. Read the instructions before making popcorn.
14. Be nice.
15. Chew, swallow, then talk.
16. When in doubt, shut up. Read about it and get back later.
17. Love your folks. They're the best people ever.
18. Maintain a personal diary.
19. Stay in touch with your close friends. Always.
20. Don't wear a skirt if you have to ride the two-wheeler.
21. Frame some sentences in your head first. You'll know how stupid they sound when you say them.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Things that I Love! :)
Fast cars and
cool summer breeze,
Cold coffee and Vanilla,
to go with that please!
Clear blue skies,
lazy Saturday afternoons,
'Me time' and bike rides,
or just watching cartoons!
Cute movies and popcorn,
The smell of wet earth,
Reading a good book
in a train's top berth!
Laughter and merriment;
A moonlit night.
Watching a puppy trotting,
an adorable sight!
Humming a favorite song;
Smelling scented candles,
Trying out a new pair
of funky fitting sandals!
Spending time with a friend,
just one to one;
How the best kinda bonding
I believe is done.
The things that I've mentioned
are only just a few;
I'll come out with a sequel,
longer and brand new!
If you've liked my poem,
you've got great taste in art;
Alright I'm kidding (!)
But the poem's from the heart!
cool summer breeze,
Cold coffee and Vanilla,
to go with that please!
Clear blue skies,
lazy Saturday afternoons,
'Me time' and bike rides,
or just watching cartoons!
Cute movies and popcorn,
The smell of wet earth,
Reading a good book
in a train's top berth!
Laughter and merriment;
A moonlit night.
Watching a puppy trotting,
an adorable sight!
Humming a favorite song;
Smelling scented candles,
Trying out a new pair
of funky fitting sandals!
Spending time with a friend,
just one to one;
How the best kinda bonding
I believe is done.
The things that I've mentioned
are only just a few;
I'll come out with a sequel,
longer and brand new!
If you've liked my poem,
you've got great taste in art;
Alright I'm kidding (!)
But the poem's from the heart!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Night the Bed fell...on my Foot!!
Right, so I gave it away in the title. But it doesn't matter, what's truly amusing is how things led to it... I won't be presumptuous in saying I'll do a good job of narrating the incident ( cause I'm still in some pain from the tetanus on my tender behind) but I'll do my best anyway.
So the story begins from when the bed fell the first time round (Yes, there was a first).
You see, I have this bad habit of pacing around the room when I'm on the phone with my friends. And if we happen to be discussing something of utmost importance, (gossip, in most cases) I fling myself on the nearest piece of furniture for dramatic effect. And that day's conversation warranted it, really.
Now I'm not saying I'm a drama queen, but it's true I can get a little carried away sometimes. So obviously, when I heard the wicked rumour that I liked, about someone I didn't, I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to be theatrical at all.
Off I went to fling myself in filmy style on the center of my wobbly bed. Not one of the smartest things to do when you weigh...very much. Anyhow, it's quite embarrassing to cause the bed to cave in, single handedly....It's not like it isn't mortifying to break it with company or anything, (cause I've done that as well) but it's just having to take complete blame that gets annoying.
I was alone in the room when it'd happened, but the sound of the crash brought my mom and dog there pretty quick. The former's scandalized expression and the latter's head tilt did little to help the bruised ego. Worse still, my friend was very much on the line. It's at times like these one wishes the phone companies didn't do their job so well. Taking their silly tag line like 'Kahin bhi, kabhi bhi' a little too seriously, I thought while attempting to get out of the wreckage with as much dignity I had left. Anyway, with a hurried 'I broke the bed. Will call you back later', I hung up and climbed out of the ruins.
Obviously, I didn't hear the end of it from mom after the episode. I'll spare you the details of the monologue followed by the soliloquy my mother delivered about where she went wrong in bringing me up.
So moving on, we called for the welding guy to sort the wrought iron bed. He came and worked on it with great flourish and made a great show of how sturdy he'd made it. But the only one who really paid attention was my dog I think. You'll know why, later... And coming to think of it, I should've paid more attention too. I would've known where to keep my feet then, in case of another such disaster...
Fast forward eight months. The bed bore the combined weight of my sister and me (and sometimes the dog too) and we all lived happily ever after. And then one day, my best friend and me decided to have a sleepover.
Everything worked out great and we were looking forward to a nice tete-a-tete after long... In retrospect, I think I should've said something about the bed to the poor sap. Caught totally unawares, she was in for a shock when what happened, did happen.
Now this is what took place. First she got on the bed and sat to a corner. Then the dog did and in my rush to make him get off, I followed suit but half-way. All this in quick succession was too much for the old welded guy. He gave way. Right on to my foot.
There was a collective yell and a yelp from us and the dog respectively, but I can vouch for being the loudest. That's cause I had their weight on my leg en masse. Nothing can make you wish you fed your dog a little less or that your bestie skipped some meals now then, than when you have your foot under them.
To a cut a long story short, I'll say I can give Himesh Reshammiya a run for his money if I practice my high pitched, long drawn yell often enough...
And want to know the best part of the story? When I was narrating the incident to my brother, here's what he said "I've heard of people falling off their beds, but its a first that the bed 'fell off' on them!" Rubbing salt on my wound you think? But it doesn't end there. He continued, "I've heard of people breaking their leg falling off a cot... but here the bed fell on your leg and the poor bed broke!".... Just shows you what a loving family I come from!
So the story begins from when the bed fell the first time round (Yes, there was a first).
You see, I have this bad habit of pacing around the room when I'm on the phone with my friends. And if we happen to be discussing something of utmost importance, (gossip, in most cases) I fling myself on the nearest piece of furniture for dramatic effect. And that day's conversation warranted it, really.
Now I'm not saying I'm a drama queen, but it's true I can get a little carried away sometimes. So obviously, when I heard the wicked rumour that I liked, about someone I didn't, I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to be theatrical at all.
Off I went to fling myself in filmy style on the center of my wobbly bed. Not one of the smartest things to do when you weigh...very much. Anyhow, it's quite embarrassing to cause the bed to cave in, single handedly....It's not like it isn't mortifying to break it with company or anything, (cause I've done that as well) but it's just having to take complete blame that gets annoying.
I was alone in the room when it'd happened, but the sound of the crash brought my mom and dog there pretty quick. The former's scandalized expression and the latter's head tilt did little to help the bruised ego. Worse still, my friend was very much on the line. It's at times like these one wishes the phone companies didn't do their job so well. Taking their silly tag line like 'Kahin bhi, kabhi bhi' a little too seriously, I thought while attempting to get out of the wreckage with as much dignity I had left. Anyway, with a hurried 'I broke the bed. Will call you back later', I hung up and climbed out of the ruins.
Obviously, I didn't hear the end of it from mom after the episode. I'll spare you the details of the monologue followed by the soliloquy my mother delivered about where she went wrong in bringing me up.
So moving on, we called for the welding guy to sort the wrought iron bed. He came and worked on it with great flourish and made a great show of how sturdy he'd made it. But the only one who really paid attention was my dog I think. You'll know why, later... And coming to think of it, I should've paid more attention too. I would've known where to keep my feet then, in case of another such disaster...
Fast forward eight months. The bed bore the combined weight of my sister and me (and sometimes the dog too) and we all lived happily ever after. And then one day, my best friend and me decided to have a sleepover.
Everything worked out great and we were looking forward to a nice tete-a-tete after long... In retrospect, I think I should've said something about the bed to the poor sap. Caught totally unawares, she was in for a shock when what happened, did happen.
Now this is what took place. First she got on the bed and sat to a corner. Then the dog did and in my rush to make him get off, I followed suit but half-way. All this in quick succession was too much for the old welded guy. He gave way. Right on to my foot.
There was a collective yell and a yelp from us and the dog respectively, but I can vouch for being the loudest. That's cause I had their weight on my leg en masse. Nothing can make you wish you fed your dog a little less or that your bestie skipped some meals now then, than when you have your foot under them.
To a cut a long story short, I'll say I can give Himesh Reshammiya a run for his money if I practice my high pitched, long drawn yell often enough...
And want to know the best part of the story? When I was narrating the incident to my brother, here's what he said "I've heard of people falling off their beds, but its a first that the bed 'fell off' on them!" Rubbing salt on my wound you think? But it doesn't end there. He continued, "I've heard of people breaking their leg falling off a cot... but here the bed fell on your leg and the poor bed broke!".... Just shows you what a loving family I come from!
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