June 25, 2007

talk !!!

"Under the great North star
Trying to work out where you are
In the silence of the sea
I don’t know where I’ll be


In the future, in the past
Going nowhere, much too fast
When I go there, go with me
When I go there, go with me

Cause I don’t know where I’m going and I wanna talk
I feel like I’m going where I’ve been before
And I wanna talk
Lets Talk."



COLDPLAY!

Lets talk. Seems like thats the one thing I love to do. Things are all bubbling inside me and as soon as it starts, they're tumbling out before I cn make sense of it.

Lets talk!

June 18, 2007

Somewhere only we know.

This song, by my (moody) favourites, Keane is a whole new way of describing an emotion. Maybe love. I'd love having a place that only I and a certain someone knew about. But, it makes me think that tht place needn't be a "place".. having a real and solid destination on the map... it could just very well be a memory. Like a secret smile. Like a secret trigger.

"And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?"

Sometimes, in the middle of something everything present just dissolves and you are taken into another time of your life by the mere mention or thought of something profound in a simple way. Like the mention of "Apple pie" still makes me blush.. and its only me... coz the other part of the jigsaw memory has long since forgotten what it signifies. The mere mention of the place "Suratgarh" reminds of the happiest and nicest life can ever be. "Sand-dunes" remind me of tank rides with dad, and being held close by one strong tanned arm. 'Thomas' will always be Dylan thomas, my favourite poet. "Rain" will always mean tree-lined matunga, and going crazy with fun, delirious with joy! "Opposite" could only ever mean one person!

"Crazy" could only ever be me!

Aren't all these things somewhere only I know?!

belong.



"Whats your home town?"
"Delhi... Nagpur... er.. actually neither now... Mumbai u can say, probably...."
"huh?!...u dont know where u are from? But arent you a punjabi?"
"Partly... u can say... i grew up in parts of North India... My Dad was in the army... "
"Oh... but where are you from?"
"Chuck it, I dont know myself... "

Questioning party looks away amused and surprised. ("wht sorta person doesnt know where they are from??")

Well, I don't.
I'm acutely envious of people who can name their heritage in one second. Who can pin-point where they grew up. Who do not yearn for the peace of Punjab in the madness of mumbai.. or for the madness of mumbai in the quiet idyllic summer afternoons of Nagpur. Who have a hundred ppl they know from kindergarten who carried on with them till graduation. And have a whole bank of memories with the same people!

Its not like I dont like the semi-nomadic style my life has adopted earlier... or tht i resent all the shifting and packing... I love all of that as well.

I just also want a place I belong to.

June 16, 2007

JALEBI!!!!


There used to be an advt on t.v. i think bout dhara oil or somethin, in which a lil kid (parzan sumthin-sumthin!!) was running away from home and his mother sends "ramu kaka" (but obviously!!) to bring him back from the station... and dear ol ramu kaka tells the kid tht his mom has made 'jalebi's at home... and tht kid goes "JALEEBBBEEIIIIIEEE???!!!!"...needless to say, comes back home immediately...


Well, ... tht kid could very well have been me!! Id go anywhere for jalebi, do anything for jalebi and attend any distant relations wedding for jalebi... YUM!! i love the jalebi!! (i think, we all guessed tht!!!!) (And, my best record so far has been to polish off 1/2 a kg in sum nanoseconds... )


The jalebi, is I believe, the yummiest thing ever concocted by the millions of years of sweetmaking in India. Its a very fine thing too... To get the crunchy crispiness on the outside and to get the sugary-syrupy golden fluid inside just right...


And from Wikipedia:-

"Jalebi is a sweet commonly sold in India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. Jalebi is thought to have originated in the North of India, probably in the state of Punjab. The Persian word for Jalebi is "Zoolbiah". It is made from deep-fried, syrup-soaked batter and shaped into a large, chaotic pretzel shape. Jalebis are mostly bright orange in colour but are also available in white. It can be served dripping warm or cold. It has a somewhat chewy texture with a crystallised sugary crunch. The sugars get partly fermented which is thought to add flavour to the dish. Jalebi is sold at Halwai shops and at traditional sub continental sweet shops. The southern Indian lookalike is jangiri. Along with Jalebi Another version of it, "Emarti" is red-orange in colour and sweeter in taste from the Indian state of Uttar Pradesh"



yummmyy....!! Im still tht kid!

A happier rain memory ...

I'm a rain-lover.... I love it when it rains, regardless of where I am and what I'm doing... So, as a certified rain lover, I can assure you that its one of the best things that can happen to u when ur pals love rain as much, if not more ,than u!!!

What follows is one of my most favourite memories with one of my favourite ppl, my darling best Friend, Farheen.

So, we had just come out of a boring accounting class to overwhelming rain... and that's when we both went ,er...rather mad! Hollering, and singing Govinda songs we walked smack in the centre of the road wearing bright blue raincoats... and flashing pink pretty umbrellas... and having, to understate it, the best times of our lives! Waving to astounded aunties in BEST buses, and bemused motorists on the roads, and singing and occasionally breaking into inspired (and amazingly well-choreographed ) jigs!!

Matunga, is a pretty place too,... but something magical happens to it in the rains,... with all the trees and all the wind, the cold raindrops, and the wide straight parallel roads, that all lead to the same places... Its a wonder to not fall in love with this little green island in Mumbai, esp in the rains!!

SO, while the rest of the sane crowd was giving us the "looks" and walking a respectable three feet away from us, we were enjoying that moment of insanity just with ourselves!!
What a crazy crazy, day.....

Aerosmith would have been proud!! ( Also, our screeching would have made the lead dude sound positively melodious!!)

Love u, Kukkadam!! lolz! sorry!

June 15, 2007

PLAN!!!!
PLAN
PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN


If u write/stare at /think of one word long enough,the spelling becomes fuzzy and u tend to forget it....
I think the same happens with life's many experiences.... we all tend to lose sight...

PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN!!!!

June 09, 2007

the graduate...

Thts a good three years away, but now tht I'm INTO graduation, I suddenly feel grown-up, like responsible for myself and a lot many other things,..and thts really overwhelming. When I had turned 18 this March, I was so overjoyed tht my much awaited "After-12th-Boards-b'day" was finally here tht I really did not ponder bout the responsibilities and the whole expectant-ness tht comes along with all of this...
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!!!!! I dont evn feel all tht grown up. Only senior citizens are doing graduation, yaar!! Hw come we are into it!

June 06, 2007

Aaaaaaaaaahh!! so cute!


the exclamation mark!!!!!!!!!!!!!


One of the most important syntax symbols, I say!! If you ever read an Archies comicbook, you would have realised that no sentence ever had a full-stop!! All sentences end with the,hold on to your horses, EXCLAMATION MARK!! (whtta surprise!!)!! Somehow, the exclamation mark at the end of a sentence tells you "Dude, its supposed to not scare you, see the f-u-n-n-y!!"!!!

Nothing I write too ends in full stops...Maybe thts coz life has no full stops or because, its too goddamned hilarious to be encompassed in the teeny-tiny lil dot...
DEEEEEEEEEEPPPP!!!

Here's to funny,
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And also to hopin tht life is full of exclamation marks, and we can see the funny in all of them...

like currently, "Its so tragic, Its FUNNY!!!!"

Ain't love the swweeeeeetest thing?!




The other day I saw the re-run fav, "My Best Friend's Wedding"..AGAIN... and after hating the movie for the first gazillion times tht I have seen it, it finally made sense to me... and I CAN actually relate to Jules...Six yrs down the line, tht could be me... hopefully not, lets pray,....
"Its not like I love him, just tht I can't imagine him with anyone else...like he belongs to me.. like I have a right.. "
Something like this.... I cnt find the exact bloody dialogue anywhere,.. but the moment she said it, my warped love-life jus became a millimetre clearer to me...
"Aint love the sweetest thing??"....
AAAAAAAAAh, the utter complexity of life... God must have a very funny sense of humour...

In the glow love lends..


A little stranger, it seems now,
the life we live everyday, and stars
seem closer, somehow we call them friends,
and live in the glow love lends.

Everyday is brighter, words mean
what only wht songs let them seem,
tunes whisper and lead us on, dreams
tinkle and tinsel our everydays...

a little longer seems eternity,
a lil shorter than one minute of suspension,
like helium balloons in sparkling days,
we reach , having forgotten the ways..

A heart is deeper, reds seem to linger,
on the lips of a sun-kissed smile, and
I might get accustomed to this trend,
living in the glow tht love lends...

June 05, 2007

And I guess thats why they call it the blues......


"Don't wish it away

Don't look at it like it's forever

Between you and me

I could honestly say

That things can only get better


And while I'm away

Dust out the demons inside

And it won't be long before you and me run

To the place in our hearts where we hide


And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Time on my hands could be time spent with you

Laughing like children, living like lovers

Rolling like thunder under the covers


And I guess that's why they call it the blues



Just stare into space

Picture my face in your hands

Live for each second without hesitation

And never forget I'm your man


Wait on me girl

Cry in the night if it helps

But more than ever I simply love you

More than I love life itself....."


elton john, written by Bernie Taupin