PISCES
Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always lets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet.

I don't even know if all/any of this is true.
Well, the extremely weird part is true!! lolz! as, many, of my pals would say!

I don't know if we can believe the words of a forwarded email!!

safe.

SAFE.


It makes me feel soo nice.
"You are safe with me."

Its a nice way to say you care.
I love it when he says "Fall, I'm there with safe hands."
For a second, I 'd like to believe he meant in the way.

And its better to say, "I know".



Im all fuzzy inside!!

YOU ARE ALL THAT I HAVE!!!!!

SNOW PATROLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!! I LOVE THESE GUYS! THEY PUT THE JOY IN DANCING IN LUURRVVVEEE WITH HAPPINESS!!! (nor have i ever heard a song more happy bout some being their "all tht I have!!"

"Strain this chaos turn it into light,
I've gotta see you one last night,
Before the lions take their share,
Leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere,

Just give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto,

It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear cause you are all that I have,

You're cinematic razor sharp,
A welcome arrow through the heart,
Under your skin feels like home,
Electric shocks on aching bones,

Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Just give me something to hold onto,

It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear cause you are all that I have,
It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear cause you are all that I have,

There is a darkness deep in you,
A frightning magic I cling to,


Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Just give me something hold onto,
It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear now you are all that I have,
It's so clear now that you are all that I have,
I have no fear now you are all that I have."

I lubbb you, snow patrol!

CANDY STORE!!!

Coarse and rough, smooth as ever
I can hear your laughter, and I can imagine your smile,
just around the corner in a candy store in the sun,
there you'll be, in just a little while.

You are picking out our favourite pieces and
thinking of us now, I know you.
the red cars are crawling slowly,
I'm ready with a kiss to blow you.

You'll look up from the rainbow colors, and wave-
grin a cheeky grin when you see me in a purple coat.
then jam your hands in your pockets, and smile
when you see me crossing the whites on the zebra on the road.

and,


the Sun, ooh the Sun streams down upon you,
the candy's melted sticky I'm sure,sticky,
sitting on red park benches,reading the sky,
with your head in my lap, feed each other greedily.

and laughter, you laugh at every insane thing I say,
and shake violently,
maybe this madness is love.
maybe its the candy.

4 July 2007

sparkle me.

The other day I saw a re-run of Grey's Anatomy Season 2 finale, 'Losing My Religion'. And I actually wept. (I only ever wept while watching something was - 'I am Sam', 'Masoom', And one episode of 'FRIENDS'!!!) It was so, plainly poignant, desperate love. Izzy and Denny. I was so crushed to see him die. WHY!!! Being in love, the actual heady thing, must be a heavenly thing.

"Your eyes they always sparkle me with love ....."- the Buffseeds.

And after all that the world is coming to, I dont think the feeling of loverly suspension, of absolute bloody bliss would be rivalled by nothing. HELL, evn irrational li'l crushes are soo cute!! I may be a random teenager struggling with life, fitting in and standing out, but I dont think I'll ever be cynical enough to disregard something so H-U-G-E. I don't think Ill ever be otherwise inclined towards the love-drug!

Your eyes they always sparkle me with love.
(yeah, and brown-brown ones too! )

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!

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.

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!