Friday, December 17, 2010

Soliloquy



In the deathly stillness of the night,
I hear only the whispering winds.
They speak of frozen memories and tinkling laughter.
And fragments of long-forgotten times.
Was the night so lonesome and cold...
Just the day before?
Maybe not.
Or maybe I am always the last one to know.
Things that have gone missing...
Have been craftily concealed somewhere-
Within this ever-widening chasm.
Will I ever be able to find them again?
Maybe not.
Or maybe I will...
When a new day dawns again.




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Friday, December 03, 2010

Update : The 55-er tag

Just when you're faced with the dreadful conundrum of wanting to update your blog and yet having no time whatsoever for typing out your thoughts, a cure arrives in the form of a tag.
No no this is not one of those annoying ones where you have to rack your brains to come up with 8 places you prefer to have a meal at. I assure you.
This one is for the story-tellers... a 55-word story tag to be precise. I'm merely re-posting 3 such stories written by me earlier.

Pretty Woman 

I applied generous amounts of lip-gloss and readjusted my corset dress.
The lady in the mirror stared back at me.
I wasn't sure how I looked though.
I needed my daughter's opinion.
'So?....' I asked her nervously.
'Dad....you look gorgeous. Now go.' she said in a bored voice.




She

We always played together in the sunny afternoons- me and her. She had the most wonderful smile ever but people only noticed her scarred face.
Years passed by and it was my wedding day.
Bidding her goodbye I said, 'Soon you'll be gone too.'
She just smiled and replied, 'Nobody marries an ugly girl.'




From the shadows

She watched the road through her tinted shades.
The convoy of black limousines passed by the rows of silent mourners on the sidewalk- the President on his last journey.
A bead of tear trickled down her right cheek.
Nobody noticed.
No one knew the deceased president had an illegitimate daughter.


I tag all who are viewing this..especially the fiction-writers. Also expect this space to be dead for a couple of weeks until the torture season (read exams) gets over. Till then enjoy your winter!
P.S: For those who couldn't get the first story....it's about a trans-sexual or a cross-dresser.

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The computer-game addicts

Since times immemorial the topic of  'what women want' has been a colossal subject of controversy amidst members of the opposite sex. It has reached that stature where movies have been made, books have been written solely for the purpose of figuring out what the illustrious members of the fairer sex have in mind. ( Not that these have helped matters though...given the fact Blogadda is still organizing 'What women want' contests :P )

In all this hullabaloo surrounding the mystery behind a woman's supposedly convoluted way of thinking, the man has been conveniently forgotten without further ado. Seriously, how many times do we pause to think about what the men in our life want?
Duh we don't need to...we opine. 'Cause we know them all too well.

The grand-dad needs his morning cup of tea and the newspaper boy on time, the father wants his wallet and necktie in a place where he can easily spot it in his hurry to make it to work during the rush hour, the brother needs his monthly allowance way before the next month begins and a bigger room than the sister's, the son wants his mom to pamper him forever and rescue him from the dad's unjust wrath in times of distress....and the boyfriend demands constant attention like a love-struck puppy and an inexhaustible source of beer.

A man's mind is easy to figure out is the widely accepted public consensus. But is that really so?

Ever heard of a guy who willingly asks a girl, who is reasonably attractive and popular in college, for a rakhi? As ludicrous as this might sound there's not an ounce of imagination involved in this story. I happen to know the pair of them....who till this day share a brother-sister relationship despite being in the same class and continue to be the greatest of friends. No selfish interests or ulterior motives included.

Ever known a guy who thinks porn is the most disgusting thing on earth and is of the opinion 'What kind of retarded people watch that revolting crap? I puked the only time I saw a porno clip.'
I have.

In fact I also know of a guy who hadn't heard of the term "Counter-Strike" until I, the computer-game noob, enlightened him on the issue.

Will you think twice before generalizing a man's wants now?

A man's mantra in life can be summed up in the words "sex, cigars, booze"
Yes and no.
Not all of them think about sex every 5 minutes or drown themselves in alcohol at the first opportunity they get. Not all of them care more about the latest gadgets and Bugatti Veyrons over real people.

They will whine and express disapproval when served with a strictly veg menu at lunch but they will also be the ones eating without creating a ruckus once they know of the mother's sickness. You'll be at the receiving end of a death-glare if you stand in front of the tv screen during a do-or-die soccer match, but they will also dutifully accompany you on your shopping excursion no matter how much they may resent it. They may want you to dress impeccably and look your glamorous best every time you go out together, but they will also be the ones to brew some (barely edible :P) hot soup and care for you when you have a bad fever and look like a complete mess. They may blast Nirvana and GnR tracks at the loudest volume in their rooms but they will also be secretly appreciative of the melodious power ballads that you like listening to.

So maybe..just maybe it's okay to conclude that essentially men and women want the same things from life. Success, recognition, happiness...and to get along with each other. A warm, close-knit family, scrumptious home-cooked meals, a stable job( preferably with a boss who is NOT a jerk), a loving spouse, weekend outings and the occasional vacation.

However you should also be prepared to encounter the stereotypical "sex, cigar, booze" craving, selfish and slightly hypocritical male ego and sensibilities once in a while.
That's the catch yeah!

Written for Blogadda's "What Men Want" contest...just for the heck of it.  

Go to www.myntra.com and check out t shirts for men! Also visit the
largest community of Indian Bloggers at BlogAdda.com

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Thursday, November 18, 2010

The other side of the coin

Last couple of months have been educational for me in more ways than one. It's a tad difficult task to explain how and why without using metaphors or resorting to ambiguity. Maybe I could say that I learned a lot about human nature and myself.

Judging by the interactions I have/had with people in the real and virtual worlds, most of them are intent on believing their perspectives as truth...and no matter how reasonable this may sound to each of one of us it is actually quite preposterous in a way.
 
How can one possibly forget the fact that they may or may not be correct? Having unwavering faith in your opinions is good, but maybe it's better to come to a conclusion after you've looked at the matter at hand from an entirely different angle or somebody else's viewpoint.
Imagine a world where everyone is talking at the same time and nobody is listening. How absurd will that be?

Many use the word 'hypocrite' in sentences all too frequently. Unfortunately enough, some get the spelling wrong and rest get the meaning wrong. There's nobody on this planet who hasn't ever been a hypocrite in his or her life. So maybe next time before blurting out this word as a form of insult meant for someone else we should analyze our own actions and cross-check whether we really are in a position to be pointing fingers at others.


There are those in this world who have no conscience and can never reform or redeem themselves, but more often than not it is our fault for letting them do as they wish. People prefer to stay mum on issues in order to save their own skin or be mute spectators and let events unfold as they may. And once all the mayhem is done they will sigh and say things along the lines of 'Ahh what a mess!'.


If you have something to say, say it. If you want to maintain a diplomatic silence regarding a subject then stick to that decision till the very end. After all it's not a sin to have a sense of self-preservation or a 'It's-none-of-my-business' kind of attitude. However don't try to jump on the bandwagon later to have a go at criticizing just because it's the popular thing to do. Believe it or not, having double standards is possibly one of the most despicable character traits ever.

So before outright rejecting my thoughts, pause for a minute and think about it.

P.S: Even if this post hurts your sentiments, I'm unapologetic about it. For this piece of writing was not only meant for you but for me as well. 
P.P.S: The story will have to wait for the moment....given the dreaded exam season is back once again to torment lazy engineering students.

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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Part 2 - Am I a stalker now?

So the second part is here.
For the uninitiated ones, here's the first part of the story which I'm presenting to you in the format of a series.
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It's raining now. Not heavily....but in a light, steady drizzle. The atmosphere has a sombre mood marked by the absence of a cool breeze and a humid ickiness that people hate the most. The cloud cover makes the night resemble even darker...more ominous.

I cross over to the other side of the street as the signal turns green, looking at the black stub of my umbrella somewhat in amusement mingled with disbelief.

Two months back I would've never bothered carrying around such a thing. Me and an umbrella don't really fit into the same scenario. I have a tendency to lose things too often.

It's almost 8 o'clock and the streets are fast emptying out. All around I glimpse tired faces of people returning from work, eager to get back to the comfort of their homes.

Why am I walking around so aimlessly? In my quest for replenishing the stock of stationery items I seem to have wandered far off from my neighborhood.

Meeting her outside the lab that day was clearly a stroke of bad luck.

Speaking of which.....she can't be working today right?
Of course not. It's much too late for that.

I stop right in front of the mall, hesitate for a moment and then boldly march inside. I've to buy stuff after all.

"I'm NOT here to verify my assumptions. NO."

I've been here so many times since the past two months that even if I were blind right now I would've been able to make my way from the revolving glass doors to the elevator without bumping into a solid object.

As the elevator starts moving upwards I experience a faintly familiar sense of nausea. But then again I don't feel half as uneasy as I used to before.

Not quite out of the blue my phone starts vibrating in my pocket for the third time that evening. Thank god I put it on silent mode otherwise I would've earned myself a few looks of disgust from the those inside this cramped space. My ring-tone is a Nightwish track after all.

"Man...where the heck are you? the beer's flowing in here....stop being such a wimp an......"

I sigh in frustration before interrupting.

"Rahil I'm busy tonight okay?.....I got stuff to do."

"Yeah like what Gaurav? mope over some weird girl who dumped you for a weirder reason?"

"Dude.....you're drunk. And she ain't weird." I say through gritted teeth and disconnect the call.

By the time I'm inside the convenience store...I'm still practicing breathing in and out. I don't swear at the slightest provocation...at least not any longer.

I pass by the numerous shelves of neatly stacked groceries and make way towards the required section a wee bit stealthily.

But of course she can't be...

"Avni..." My voice comes in a hoarse whisper as soon as my eyes confirm her presence.

There she is...at the very last counter at the far end of the section housing lifestyle products, trying to appear as dignified as possible in that ridiculous cap and apron, wearing her best courteous smile....jabbing away at the keyboard keys and handing over the slip to a customer...and proving all my suspicions right.
She looks as energetic as she must have looked in the morning...but I know she is ready to drop down dead on a warm, cosy bed.

Forgetting all about what I needed to buy.....I storm outside, fuming.

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---> Part 3 - Catharsis
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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Part 1 - Distance

The monotonous droning of our professor on circular queues, stacks and trees never used to bore me so much before. In fact I was usually the one telling others to pay attention since we took the pain to show up in class in the first place. The least we could do was keep the whispering in hushed voices to a bare minimum, take notes and stop distracting the regular geek-crowd, who for obvious reasons shoot us with looks of pure loathing now and then.

But then why does attending this class today seem equivalent to enduring some form of cruel punishment?

I almost want to succumb to my weariness from last night's shift at the store or stare out the window overlooking our sprawling campus where I can spot the class-ditchers or just get up and leave the class-room ignoring the teacher's death-glare or even better...go enjoy a casual smoke in some dark corner without anyone noticing.

No wait...I can't do that. Rather I won't.

"Yo...you alright?"

I hear someone asking me a question in a half-apprehensive tone and my slower-than-usual brain takes several seconds to register Manasvi's familiarly hoarse voice.

"Mmm...hmmm"  I mumble incoherently, my head propped on my folded left arm resting on the desk while my right hand keeps jotting down the teacher's explanation at top speed.

By the time the class ends...it feels as if eons have passed and I've lived bearing witness to centuries of history.

Gosh what is wrong with me?

"Dude....you should've cut class today....you're clearly straining yourself."  Manasvi chides me as we make our way outside the confines of the classroom into the long corridor outside.

She and I are often 'lovingly' referred to as a couple. I tell her others are jealous of our friendship. And this makes her viciously happy for some reason.

" 'Dudette' " I correct her for the umpteenth time since the last two years and go on to add  "I'm fine...really. I could totally run in a marathon right now and win first place."

My tom-boyish best friend offers me a half-annoyed, half-reproachful look at this point.

I make a mental note to myself that I need to learn how to lie more convincingly.

"Avni...I know you miss hi...."

"Dude...let's go get a burger shall we?" I cut across in a mock-Manasvi tone, grab her arm and rush across the corridor in a sudden display of energy.....'cause I don't want her to finish the sentence.

And at this inopportune moment the computer lab doors open. Just my luck.

The same pair of stupid red converse shoes, faded over-used jeans, the sparkly gay ear-stud, the familiar black-rimmed geeky glasses perched on the bridge of his nose factoring in the intelligent quotient into his unexpectedly kind face, the obnoxious, cocky swagger.....

He stops in his tracks to look at me just for a second...before walking away without a word. And I realize why time seems to have been passing so slowly for me these days....

Just how on earth...did I end up dating such a guy?

"Avni...." There's a nervous and awkwardly gentle edge to Manasvi's voice this time, I can detect.

"I hate those shoes..." I mutter.

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Part 2 - Am I stalker now?



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Friday, November 05, 2010

A pleasurable dilemma


What if you were so beautiful and accomplished that you could make any man on this earth fall for you in an instant? What if you were blessed with the disposition of a goddess, one without any mortal flaws or inconsistencies, and three dashing, talented young men were ready to offer you their affections? Whom would you choose?

If I were to present the readers with a gist of the 1940 movie The Philadelphia Story then the above three sentences would suffice. Without digressing any further let me clue you in to the plot of my most recent watch.

Tracy Lord (Katharine Hepburn) is a rich Main Line Philadelphia heiress who divorced her equally wealthy ex-husband and childhood friend C.K. Dexter Haven (Cary Grant) on grounds of alcoholism. She is all set to marry the nouveau riche George Kittredge (John Howard) and enter into a new life. But there's a minor setback to her plans as two Spy magazine reporters Macaulay "Mike" Connor (James Stewart) and Elizabeth Imbrie (Ruth Hussey) pose as friends of her brother Junius to cover the wedding in detail. However Tracy is not deceived and reluctantly agrees to let them stay after Dexter informs her that the Spy magazine editor Sidney Kidd has a scandalous article on her father Seth whom she believes has an affair with a dancer. Much to Tracy's chagrin both her mother Margaret and teenage sister Dinah welcome Dexter with open arms and to add to the mess she finds herself torn between her ex-husband, fiance and the reporter Mike. 

To be honest the movie doesn't have much to offer in terms of the central plot or story but fabulous performances by stalwarts like Hepburn, Grant and Stewart, rich dialogues laden with wit and sarcasm and classy one-liners will keep you engrossed from beginning till end.
Sample this :-
Tracy : Did you enjoy the party?
Mike : Sure. Sure. The prettiest sight in this fine, pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.
Contrary to popular perception I'd say this movie did not seem anything like a romantic comedy to me. For a woman torn between three men in her life...it's impossible to say with conviction that she is genuinely in love with any one of them. And the choice she makes at the very end appears to have been made more in accordance with the situation rather than for any other reason.

I'm not remotely proud of this confession but I'm usually the one who always roots for the female protagonist under all circumstances. But despite that I can't get myself to feel any empathy towards Tracy Lord or her dilemma. She considers herself to be the epitome of perfection and yet commits a blunder by kissing another man in a bout of drunken stupor on the eve of her wedding. Furthermore she refuses to recall what happened the previous night on the morning of her wedding when her ex-husband, sister and even her fiance had witnessed everything that had happened. She even keeps on treating her loving ex-husband quite harshly till the very end even when he is the one covering up for all her gaffes.
That's why I'll remember Tracy Lord not for being a woman of character but for being an opportunist.
Compared to Tracy the characters of Dinah, who strongly disapproves of her elder sister marrying Kittredge, and Liz, the photographer smitten with Mike, will remain more memorable.

Final thoughts on the movie : Cary Grant is (appropriately, was) hot . And Katharine Hepburn not as beautiful and charming as Audrey Hepburn. (fans not to murder me after this, please)
If you're one who admires classics, go watch it now.



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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Fall


Summer hues of fiery orange disappear in a breath-
Leaving a steadily creeping chill in the air, in its stead.
Fields overflowing with the golden harvest-
Transform into the farmer's gratified smile..
Across the picturesque landscape-
An array of oaks and maples greet you on every side.
The falling dry leaves, carpeting the ground,
Penetrate the veil of quietude.. 
Making the only perceptible sound.
As benign winds whisper of seasons gone by..
I realize...that fall has arrived, on the sly.



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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Festivals and I - A love-hate relationship

I call myself a recluse. ( It's my prized excuse for not letting anyone call me unsocial) I rarely see any point in attending rowdy parties, getting drunk with a group of friends to celebrate the end of an agonizing period of poring over textbooks (exams in other words). My idea of 'fun' is so entirely different from an average tween's...that sometimes I fear I might be a deviant. Besides overcrowded places make me nauseous. I prefer my peace and quiet.
That's why I'd rather be at home neatly wrapped up in a blanket on a cold rainy day relishing my cup of steaming hot chai (I'm a tea person yeah) and reading my favourite author's latest. That's my idea of heaven.

So you must not be surprised when I say I sincerely despise the period of festivals in my city. Be it Holi or Diwali or Eid or Durga puja I'm always dreading the season of crowded streets, malls, cafes, food joints, deadly traffic snarls and menace of auto-drivers hiking fares dutifully taking advantage of the festival frenzy.

But then.....why does my heart skip a beat every time I pass by a street hawker's stall and see a young girl buying her umpteenth new puja outfit with the hint of a gratified smile on her lips? why is there an explosion of excitement mingled with happiness somewhere in the pit of my stomach when I see my neighborhood being lit up with hundreds of tiny electric bulbs of every color a few days before diwali?


When I see a little boy putting an end to his Ramadan fast on CNN by peeking into the kitchen his mom is cooking up a delicacy in...why is it that I unwittingly end up smiling myself? Despite hating the tradition of smearing oneself and others with colors (which create irremovable stains on every part of your anatomy and your precious clothes to boot).....why is it that it feels so nice when I see a group of merry-makers on Holi with virtually unrecognizable features? Why do I get an intense urge to buy a Christmas tree every year and spend an entire day decorating it painstakingly as soon as December approaches?

I think it's because I'm human. It's because every religion has its own unique way of viewing the Almighty and despite the fact I do not believe in ritualism or superstitious customs...I am tempted to believe in the message of joy and cheer that each festival helps spread.

We're living in a world infested with the fears of war, hunger, poverty, religious fanaticism, governmental repression, terrorism, global warming and uncountable other evils. To phrase it differently...we're steadily running out of reasons to stay happy and keep that smile intact.
Maybe that's why we're reluctant to let go of any opportunity to celebrate. All of us look forward to these festivities in the same manner in which a newly employed person awaits their first paycheck.
Getting together with people you didn't get to see for a long time owing to that hyper hectic schedule, spending quality time with loved ones and family, shopping for clothes, shoes, accessories, cooking up scrumptious meals and sharing them with others...no matter what festival it might be these are undeniably the common traits.
A festival is a way of celebrating life, our treasured beliefs and the wonderful feeling of co-existing in harmony inspite of the innumerable differences. Fun isn't it?

So in the end I say..do not be misguided by 'my' idea of fun. Go out there and join in the celebrations. Cherish these moments of your life which might never come back again. If not anything else the memories of all the good times spent with friends and family will stay with you for a life time to be recollected in moments of solitude some day in the future.

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Monday, October 04, 2010

Yuuki and Me


The final year of my school life saw an unprecedented rise in the number of cell-phones and other gadgets that were sneaked inside the classroom with careful prior planning (yes they were banned). It was a matter of great pride for the adolescent owners who had so far been denied this guilty pleasure by respective parents. Although most cell-phones would be switched off during lessons there were a few who were bold enough to keep texting the person sharing the same desk as the English teacher droned on about the Lady of Shallot.

Now don't get me wrong. The geek and the poetry-lover that I was, I used to listen to the teacher's intricate explanation with rapt attention. But even so at times I'd experience a pang of jealousy every time the sleek, good-looking rectangular device (usually a phone, i-pod, music-player or a digital camera) was passed around by the owner to be admired by the rest.

So after a few weeks of prolonged persistence (read constant whining) my parents handed me with a small cardboard box neatly wrapped in a bubblegum pink paper that encased my birthday present. My first phone with an inbuilt radio and 1.5 megapixel camera, music player and other features that were considered 'wow' back in those days....suddenly became the center of my universe and I was inducted into the elite group of cell-phone owners in my class without ado.
All was forgotten in the course of the next one month....homework, sleep-overs at a friend's place, my favorite tv shows and even....Yuuki.

He would faithfully lie at my feet, raise his humongous furry head to look at me with pleading eyes at times and express a disgruntled 'woof' in a last-ditch attempt to get me to atleast scratch his ears. But I was too blissfully lost in a world of messaging, forwarding silly jokes and pointless phone conversations.
In fear that his mistress would never pay him attention again....he grew more irritable and made off with my textbook in his mouth as I sat on my bed doing homework one day. Just to get me to chase him of course. Needless to say I was irked beyond imagination...but somehow the sight of a discontented Golden Retriever holding a textbook between his strong canine jaws managed to tickle my funny bone. I had no time to rush over to mom and dad's room to get our old Kodak.
Instinctively I reached for my phone, opened the lens cover and clicked.

That was probably my first piece of genuine phone photography. And yet the picture came out surprisingly well. Maybe because the emotions captured were hundred percent real.
Yuuki earned a much-deserved pat on the head after a long time and I was happy to have put the phone camera to good use.



Gradually I started taking phone photography seriously...as a sort of pastime-right from the crow's nest in the Gulmohar tree, a couple of street kids getting themselves drenched in the first shower of the season to Yuuki's numerous antics...anything that caught my attention would be captured with my phone camera.

Like a love-struck attention-seeking boyfriend, whenever I'd get busy with studies or the phone Yuuki would lie down on the floor and whine softly or roll over on his back. I'd respond with a 'uh huh...new pose'. Getting the hint he would grab my hair-band from the dresser or start showing off with my old basket ball. I'd let out a loud laugh, aim the phone in his direction and click away without a care or hesitation.

Years have gone by and today that 17-year old girl is a busy career woman of 27. Yuuki is no more. But that CD titled 'My dearest friend', a compilation of his myriad moods (pictures and videos shot using the phone camera), is my most cherished material possession till date. Whenever I play that CD on my laptop..it feels like he is right beside me..so close that I can reach out and stroke his soft fur once again.

When he died I cried so hysterically for days that both my parents insisted on getting me another Yuuki. But by that time I had realized that Yuuki was never really a pet to me. He was more like a devoted friend, a constant companion, one who had risked his life to protect me from a minor traffic accident once. And a friend like him can never be replaced like a lifeless gadget can be.

Even though I hardly get any time now-a-days, my affair with phone-photography continues. In fact the number of pictures I snap on a weekly basis have gone up ever since I got myself a smart phone . I never miss a chance to click away whenever I'm on the move. Yuuki taught me the importance of preserving those fleeting moments that left a deep impression on you for some reason or the other. After all a picture really is worth a thousand words...and probably much more.

P.S : The above is a piece of fiction conceived from imagination written in view for the 'Share Life' contest under the category of Phone-Photography. Please do vote for this entry if you like it. Thanks to Indiblogger and Tata DOCOMO for this opportunity.
Side note : 'Yuuki' is a Japanese word meaning 'courage'. Not to be confused with 'Yuki' that means snow.

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Saturday, October 02, 2010

New Twitter : A fail story

I never had any intention of turning this page into a tech blog but even so I'm tempted to talk about the new version of twitter(or more appropriately known as the new twitter) as I'm an active user of this social networking site facilitating open information sharing like no other. I have been lucky enough to gain access to new twitter even before I could whine about not having received it yet. But alas once you get to use new twitter you'll find yourself coming face to face with one disappointment after another. And all your high hopes for the makers to have launched an interface that will render the use of other twitter clients unnecessary will be crushed.

So here's the lowdown on new twitter : good, bad or worse?

Before I begin let me show you how you'll know if you've got the new twitter or not once you log into your account-



See the region bounded with brown? You need to click on the 'try it now' button in yellow which will take you to the new twitter interface which will look somewhat like this-




What makes the new twitter worth it?

Twitter's collaboration with sites such as flickr, youtube, twitvid, twitpic, yfrog, DeviantArt and so on makes it easy for one to view embedded images and videos right from your home page. That's right you don't need to click on a link to transport you to that site to view a video or a picture, you can conveniently view it on your sidebar. The main timeline, mentions, retweets, searches and lists columns are placed on the left hand side of your page making it easier to keep track of all.
A major drawback of the new twitter which showed a limited number of tweets on the home page itself is redeemed in this new version. Now you can view older tweets simply by scrolling down without having to click on the 'more' tab.

What makes the new twitter a big flop?

1.)Despite the fact that the new interface gives you an impression of a twitter client like tweetdeck the new twitter does not enable auto-shortening of links. Major fail story this one. So you need to use a client or browser add-ons like echofon or twitbin every time you have to include a long url in your tweet.

 2.)The old twitter made it possible for everyone to know what medium you were using to tweet..like for example below every tweet you would've found a 'via web' or 'via echofon'. But new twitter doesn't show anything of the sort on the main timeline column itself. To know any further details about a tweet you must...


....click on the arrow button at the right as shown in the screenshot above(see where the arrow in blue is pointing towards) to view further details of the tweet. For example who retweeted your tweet, who replied to your tweet, his/her profile and latest tweets...all such details(or sometimes redundancies) are shown in the sidebar....but you of course need to click on the arrow button first which can be a pain at times-



3.)Another feature of new twitter which annoys me to no extent is the way the right hand side of the home page or sidebar looks like -


The 'favorites' and 'listed' columns are so close to each other they're virtually competing for space. Notice how the last favorited tweet is enormously difficult to read owing to the closeness of the two columns. Major turn off!

4.)You cannot reply to more than one person in a single tweet via new twitter. Yes you must painstakingly reply to each one individually. Only thing you can do to tag multiple people in the same tweet is to type their nicknames/handles manually..although there's the auto-complete mechanism which guesses the name of the user you're trying to tag.

5.)The new twitter does not show the very important and immensely helpful 'Also followed by' and 'You both follow' features when you visit another user's profile. So every time you want to find out who are your mutual followers you will need to switch back to the old version. How irritating is that!

It goes without saying that I've switched back to the old version already and use a client such as tweetdeck whenever I am reluctant to use a browser. I could possibly find out more pros and cons but for the moment, this is pretty much the gist of the new version.

So if you're still sulking like an 8-year old over not being allowed to use the new twitter as of yet, let me tell you it's totally not worth it. Atleast in my opinion.

Feel free to share your views on this.

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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Yours virtually

Facebook is gradually turning into a come-one-and-come-all kind of stage play these days, where the actors are people like you and me, i.e, the users, the director being Mark Zuckerberg and his team of Facebook developers and the viewers are the those in your 'friend's list'. The emotions, however, are all too real.

The minute you log in and find yourself on the homepage you'll be flooded with updates from your friends (or in most cases people you barely know). Updates range from a 100 people commenting on a picture of an empty vodka bottle uploaded by some drunken moron, or somebody's chest hair (Bleaaargggghhhh!), somebody changing their relationship status to 'widowed' who was 'in a relationship with ABC' just the day before to somebody cracking a Kalmadi joke (that too plagiarized or stolen from twitter) and garnering atleast 20 'likes'.

Your private life is no longer private. No matter how hard you try you'll fall a victim to the temptation of letting the world know of how well you're doing in life or your expert opinion on the CWG mess.
Sometimes I get the nagging suspicion that Facebook might just be part of an international conspiracy to monitor each and every moment of our lives. (my paranoia at its peak..I beg pardon)
Mostly I'm a silent spectator. Time and experience with social networking sites have taught me to exercise self-control. That's why I comment only when I have to. But when I find updates from friends taking quizzes such as 'How many times will you bang your girlfriend this weekend?' and 50 odd comments beneath such a post ranging from 'lmao...you pervert', 'only 10..meh I can do more' to his 'supposedly' shy girlfriend commenting 'dislike', you must agree that I, too, need to vent somewhere.


Anyway the point of this post is neither to criticize the makers of Facebook, nor the users. 'Cause no matter how I see it Facebook is a tremendously useful medium for self-promotion. The moment I publish this blog post, networked blogs, a Facebook application will help auto-publish this to my wall.
At the end of the day, how you want to use your Facebook account is entirely upto you.

But even so...I can't help but be amused when I hear of Zuckerberg's apparent uneasiness over the making of the movie 'The Social Network', which recounts his journey from being a dorky Harvard undergrad to the head honcho of a multi-billion dollar business, that is Facebook. Seemingly in the movie Zuckerberg has been portrayed as a crafty genius who conned his fellow dorm-mates into helping him make Facebook and later denied them any credit.
If you have time do click on this link for further information.

How does it feel to have little known facts about your private, secure life being let out in the open for everyone to see and analyze? In other words how does it feel to savour the taste of your own medicine Mr Entrepreneur?

The geeky coding genius Mark Zuckerberg, CEO and founder of Facebook

Not too nice I bet.
Well in any case since David Fincher (of Fight Club, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Se7en fame) is one of my favorite directors, I won't be giving this movie a miss.
Here's a glimpse :-



P.S: The next time you take a silly Facebook quiz or change your relationship status for the zillionth time, please do remember that while people in your friend's list are probably busy poking fun at your actions elsewhere, a 26-year old named Mark Elliot Zuckerberg is making millions at your expense.

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Monday, September 20, 2010

10 most annoying cliches in teen dramas

1.)High schools are always named after the small town where they are situated. For example if a place is called 'XYZ-ville' the high school will undoubtedly be called 'XYZ-ville High'. Duh do not expect the founders of American high schools to be endowed with a better imagination.

2.)The male and female protagonists would invariably have a troubled past, i.e, either their parents died or divorced when they were kids or he/she is an illegitimate child. This of course has inflicted a deep emotional scar on them which usually manifests in the form of them smoking pot or engaging in illegal activities.

3.)No high school would ever have a uniform. I mean how else will all the hot girls get to sit in the most provocative of poses, sporting the shortest of skirts/shorts and cleavage-displaying blouses?

4.)High-school students are perpetually 16-year olds. Doesn't matter even if the lead actor looks like he could be married with a 10-year old. He is 16 and you gotta believe it and fawn over him.

5.)The female protagonist is mostly a brunette with a miss-goody-two-shoes air about her. (Let's call her Miss GTS for convenience shall we?) She might look extremely ordinary but all the hot guys would fall for her faster than you can say 'Yes we can' ignoring the advances of the dumb, bitchy blonde who is hot but nonetheless the 'bad girl'.

The perfect Miss GTS

Miss Mono-Expressioned...err Bella Swan from Twilight


The dumb, bitchy blonde

Caroline from The Vampire Diaries

6.)The thuggish looking popular jock - blonde if he is the ill-famed bully, dark-haired if he is the guy-about-to-have-a-change-of-heart, who will ditch his blonde, conniving girlfriend and transform into a good person thanks to Miss GTS.
Classic case in example

 Finn Hudson from Glee

7.)Even though Miss GTS speaks of  'true love' and appears to be a loner with a solitary best friend (who will be an African American/nerdy girl with glasses without fail) she is always plotting inventive ways of getting to jump the hero's bones. Alternately our innocent Miss GTS keeps switching back and forth between two hot guys.

8.)The slut who gets herself pregnant or is doing drugs and gets lectured on about how one should lead her life by Miss GTS even though her own life is pretty much screwed as well.

 Adrianna from 90210

9.)There's always the dorky teacher who takes no bullshit from his students and as a direct consequence of that, is labeled as one who doesn't understand the 'issues' centering a teen. There's also another good-looking, charismatic young teacher whose side-job is to go around offering free counseling to drug-addicts, pregnant teens, the Goths and other social rejects on campus. (Dude, you could seriously consider becoming a therapist as an alternative career option)

10.) And lastly no matter what, high school students must never worry about education. They will attend school in the skimpiest of outfits, gossip in class or make paper planes completely ignoring the presence of the teacher, conspire against the good people, join the football/basketball team, worry about part-time jobs and which party to attend during the weekend, make out in front of lockers. But what they must never do is study. It's against the universal laws governing high-school dramas.

P.S : I was absolutely smitten with the Twilight books a coupla years back but seriously...the whole vampire-human romance angle has started to get on my nerves. Oh and somebody provide the makers of crap teen dramas with some innovative ideas. For our sanity's sake.


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Saturday, September 18, 2010

Wish

10 years down the line would I still be the 'me' who loves to look at the sky above and discern patterns created by the array of clouds?
Would I still feel thrilled to hear the distant rumbling of clouds and the first clap of thunder heralding the advent of that much-awaited first spell of shower?
Stuck in a traffic snarl where all other sound is drowned out by the blaring of horns and heated exchange of words between drivers and people eager to reach their destinations on time..will I still be able to look at that girl on the pavement who is chatting with someone over the cell-phone so animatedly,oblivious of her surroundings, and smile to myself?
Despite the shortcomings, the potholes on the roads, the mismanagement of traffic ...will I still be able to look at my city with awe and wonder every time I venture into an unknown part of it?
What will become of the 'me' who gets tears in her eyes every time she listens to that favorite song she has listened to over a hundred times? Will that song cease to be such an important part of me?
Will I help that woman, who climbs aboard a crowded bus with several bags and a kid in tow, with a smile or will I look the other way and pretend not to notice?
Will I feel equally outraged when I hear a racist comment, an offensive remark about my nation and my people?
Will I have any time left for finer feelings or will I be forced to drive them away and busy myself with the more materialistic prospects of life? Always calculating, estimating, planning and programming.....
Will I start seeing the world in a whole new light as time progresses? Will I be forced to give up on my ideals that are so treasured by me right now?
All my beliefs...all my dreams...the people I cherish...will I be forced to forsake them all?
I don't want to succumb to the demands of worldly matters and transform into a person I can no longer recognize as myself.
I just want to keep being 'me'. No matter what.



P.S: I'm in one of those hyper-moody phases today. All thanks to the incessant rain.

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Saturday, September 04, 2010

Return

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 14; the fourteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.


It was hard to believe he was right there. Standing atop a stage where many a theater actor and stage performer of renown had enacted scenes from legendary drama and literary pieces, he could feel his entire frame shaking....as the incredulity of the whole situation began to sink in.
Amidst the last-minute frenzy prevailing on stage, he stood listless as a statue, profoundly nervous and wondering whether he could really pull it off.
A tenderly warm hand gripped his shoulder from behind. Turning around he faced his angel- his mentor, his guiding light out of a world of dismal darkness.

'You can do it.' she whispered, a confident smile etched across her face.
And he could hold it no longer.
When was the last time he had felt so overwhelmed? when was the last time he had cried his heart out in front of someone? He couldn't recall.
7 years in hell had robbed him of all his finer emotions, made him forget what it felt like to be alive.
But all that was about to change.

He was no more the ignominious criminal sentenced to 10 years rigorous imprisonment.
He now understood the depth of Tagore's writings and thoughts, he knew how to play-act. He had savoured freedom, nervous excitement and a strange sense of fulfillment after mastering the first steps of classical dance at the workshop.
He had, for the very first time in years, felt remorse and yearned to atone for his sins.

'Thank you.' - he wiped his tears away and looked up at the lady with the enigmatic smile, celebrated danseuse Mitranjali Roy.
All of it had been possible solely because of her dedication to the cause of the jail inmates and her tireless work in an effort to bring them back to the mainstream of life.

As the stage curtains started to move up, he glimpsed the sea of expectant faces in the crowd for the first time.
He readied himself and re-adjusted his costume, no longer unsure of whether he could portray Ratnakar's character and his subsequent transformation into the sage Valmiki, who scripted Ramayana.

His lost humane side had at last returned to him.





P.S: The reference to Tagore's writings has been made primarily because the protagonist was about to perform 'Valmiki Pratibha' which is a drama-opera, composed by Rabindranath Tagore.

P.P.S: Based on real life incidents.
The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.


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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Penning a thought

  
Inside my head there's a wild riot-
Of dreams, expressions and a sudden thought.
I cast about for words that rhyme-
And string them together in no time.
But what if they do not make much sense?
Rhyming can go to hell..I drop all pretense.
Forgetting all about the work at hand-
I'm magically transported to an imaginary land,
Where I am free to spin marvellous tales-
About gallant men and picturesque vales.
There's never a dull moment or a forlorn me-
Whenever I write...it's pure ecstasy.




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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Dishonour

Whether it was a prize at the annual day function in school or in play-acting, they had always taken pride in her achievements.
Then why was she considered a disgrace to the family now?
'Why?'- A single word escaped from her lips as she struggled to free herself from his iron stranglehold.
'How dare you marry into another caste?' her father roared in answer.



P.S : Murdering your daughter in the name of fake honour or snatching away her right to decide the course of her life is the real act of disgrace....not only to a family or a community but the entire nation.


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Sunday, August 15, 2010

For thy sake

Patriotism is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.-Adlai Stevenson
I remember cribbing about the way we celebrate Independence Day on this very same page, last year. Like I had mentioned before I always fail to see any merit in holding a flag-hoisting ceremony followed by eardrum-splitting patriotic music(which includes songs from Bollywood movies) being played for the rest of the day. Add to that the innumerable sms forwards stating 'Feel proud to be an Indian. Happy Independence Day' (Happy Independance Day/Happy Independenz Day) that you start receiving as soon as the clock strikes midnight on the 14th of August. Clearly reluctant to shoulder the guilt of not responding to the text messages and thereby openly disregarding the significance of the most important day in your country's history, you hit the reply button and type in a 'Happy Independence Day to you too.' Sometimes without realizing what independence actually means.

How our opinions modify with the passage of time! Right at this moment I feel a little bit ashamed to think of how blissfully ignorant I had been in the past.
For those of us born in a country free from the shackles of a colonial rule, it will always be a near-impossible task to fully understand the meaning of the word 'independence'. What our history books or random news paper articles have taught us over the years can never compare to the experience of coming face to face with a sign saying 'Dogs and Indians not allowed'.(Pahartali European Club had such a signboard and was targeted by Surya Sen and his associates in 1932 for this reason)
Sitting inside an air-conditioned room fully equipped with the amenities of a modern-day 21st century lifestyle, it is an all too easy task to complain about the government's irresponsible handling of the CWG funds or laugh at the Independence Day celebrations all over the country.
But do we ever pause to think about the brighter side? A constitution that had awarded all the men and women, rich and poor, of all religions the right to vote from the beginning- how many times have we actually felt a surge of gratefulness towards the architects of such a constitution?
Even in France, the women had earned the right to vote only in 1944 and the liberal U.S. was characterized by legally mandated discrimination against African-Americans for centuries.
We have our fair share of corrupt, power-crazed politicians and bureaucrats, scandals breaking out over misappropriation of government funds, internal troubles and security threats, places like Kashmir and the north-eastern regions in a state of perpetual political unrest. We have more problems than we can afford to deal with. But then which country doesn't?
An Independence Day celebration is a way of looking back and remembering our glorious past. Even if we do not buy ourselves a flag of the nation(to dispose of it the very next day), even if we do not sing along when the national anthem is being performed or help circulate sms forwards, we can celebrate just by recalling the fact that our country remains one of the few to have earned its independence through non-violent means. Remembering the ideals of those great men and women who had sacrificed their all for the greater good, keeping in mind our rich cultural heritage and principles of secularism and equality we need to draw strength for the future.
For the future will be what we make of it. And harsh criticism, an attitude full of scorn and sarcasm will never help in shaping a better tomorrow.



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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Definitely Maybe

'Relationships don't come with a guarantee card.' a very close friend had remarked on a lonely, rain-drenched afternoon while both of us were returning home from college.
I had been surprised by this declaration out of the blue. So when I asked her what this was about she said 'It's true isn't it?'
Later when I got back home and pondered over her statement I found quite a lot of merit in it.
Relationships really are capricious. There's no knowing when things might turn sour with a friend who has been your constant companion for years. Maybe you were inseparable at school but what happens when both of you graduate and end up in different colleges? Do you stay close as ever or do you look for a new best friend who can spend more time with you?
A couple acting all intimate and cosy this minute might start a fight of epic proportions in the very next one. I'm sure all of you've witnessed such a thing in public and amidst your circle of friends. Divorces have become so rampant that more and more to-be-wed couples are opting for pre-nuptial agreements these days. Marriage is no longer considered a bond of a lifetime or a holy communion of two souls. In fact I'm dead sure most people would feel disgusted to be reminded of things such as 'marriages are made in heaven'.


If we rewind to some twenty years back we'll undoubtedly find ourselves in a society with a different set of sensibilities and values. People showed more patience and understanding back then. And relationships didn't go awry the minute somebody had to compromise with their own selfish interests.
What is THIS rising new trend? It's like 'Ah what does it matter if I lose a friend?....I'll get another one.' or 'What does it matter if I lose a boyfriend/girlfriend..I can always get another one.'
I know I might be sounding like an 80-year old grandma with obsolete ideals but I can't help but be scared of this age of  'instant gratification'.

I know of a couple who had professed to being 'deeply in love' with each other but broke up over a fight on Facebook. Yes this is no cock-and-bull story concocted from my imagination but a true one. People who would flirt incessantly via tweets or status updates have also ended up deleting each other from their friend's lists after a brief spat or a break-up.
Isn't all of this ludicrously funny and alarming at the same time?
Are we paving the path for a future where all of us would be alone at the end of the day no matter how much fun we had at the hottest night-club with a 'hip crowd' the previous night?
People who'd show up if they were promised free food and beer might just vanish at the slightest hint of trouble even before you could bat an eyelash.
As they say, change is the only constant in life. The nature of relationships, the importance of a person in our life, priorities and even likes and dislikes keep altering over time.
But what about our beliefs and principles? should we be too quick to let go of those as and when the situation demands?
It's like we are more keen on giving up rather than face the hardship of trying to hold on.

At times I wish everything in life came with a guarantee card attached. That way I'll know of what to expect and decide on my level of involvement.
After all, real life is not twitter where you become strangers once again, after you've unfollowed each other. No strings attached.


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Sunday, August 01, 2010

Page 3

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The evening reeks of vodka and beer, sweat and cigarettes and some expensive Chanel or Davidoff 'fragrance' just like any other. The dj-who has been constantly reminding me of Gabriel Batistuta for the last ten minutes, is playing his assorted quota of shit trance music and disco numbers just like any other night. A gang of three girls, who are my age but look like teenagers, are casting him lustful glances like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing a piece of dead meat. 

Malini Arora who has made her entrance about 20 minutes ago has been doing the same. But then she has a more sophisticated way of leching at a guy.
The last time I met her at a similar night-club she spent the entire night downing bloody marys and flirting with the handsome bartender. Although nobody could really tell whether it was Malini 'flirting' or Malini in the mood for some serious boozing. I could. I have had way too many run-ins with her.
At 45 and after 3 divorces Malini Arora,the top-boss woman of the most established modelling agency in the city, has settled into the stage of frequent one-night-stands with younger attractive men.

My editor almost sighs with frustration every time I talk about her.
'If only we could write about what a slut she is...' he would grimace.
We can't. So we make do with pictures-of her dancing provocatively or drinking without a care.
Speaking of pictures..where the hell is my photographer Ravi?
Oh there he is at the other end of the dance floor chatting up a woman in a backless short red dress.

He adores these parties. In fact everybody does-right from the bitches sitting beside me at the counter discussing Batistuta-lookalike to the wannabe models over there who are always among the most scantily-clad in this crowd to the couple of guys on the dance floor who are switching partners all too frequently to that gay moron who could put Bobby Darling to shame but passes off as a connoisseur of high-end couture.

Everybody except me.

I sit at the counter with a Red Bull can in my hand throughout the evening and watch over the crowd like a hawk. Nobody forces me to get drinking if they see that I already am. Although this is some shabby energy drink we're talking about. I've been and always will be a teetotaler. Sometimes I indulge in a cranberry lime pitcher drink or smoothies for variety.

'Oh my...if it isn't the ambitious newswoman..' somebody almost coos from behind.
I turn around slowly still seated on my bar stool.

'Hey Malini...' I offer my usual nonchalant greeting, the plastic smile on my face intact.
I get down from my perch and let her kiss me on both cheeks. I do the same, cringing internally.
'Technically I report gossip..not news..so I hardly qualify as a newswoman.' I say laughing.

'Tch tch you are as touchy as ever aren't you?..come on woman enjoy the party. Have fun. Go find a man and dance away the night.' she suggests.

'Yea and miss out on all the fun you'll be having with Batistuta tonight?'- I think.
Outwardly I reply-'I am a picky one. Nobody suits my standards here.'
Her smile disappears for the tiniest fraction of a second but she recovers fast.
'Then I suppose you're bound to hunt for gossip for the rest of your life. Shame.' she says sweetly.
It doesn't even sting anymore. I laugh alongside.
'Okay darling...you enjoy yourself I gotta go catch up with the rest' she says and moves away into the shuffling crowd.
I stand rooted to the spot for a few minutes pondering over whether to go fetch Ravi or move amidst the crowd doing my 'job'.


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Ever since I became aware of my own existence and surroundings, I had always dreamt of being a journalist. I recall imagining myself seated at a cluttered desk working on my laptop writing a 'supposedly' thought-provoking news article or report...with a satisfied expression on my face. My writing will gain popularity with time and some day I'll be able to get my own column. It was just like one of those colorful dreams people my age seem to nurture.

Little did I realize that despite my top grades and a degree from the most reputed university I would have to delve into the murky world of celebrities and page 3 parties and concoct stories about their personal lives for a living.

Yes I'm a gossip columnist working for the best-selling daily of this city. I was never meant to report news. I was destined to 'create' it rather.


I move around aimlessly as if in a trance my eyes scouring the entire hall in search of my lost and most probably 'intoxicated' photographer. But I just can't spot him anymore amidst this madness, this frenzied bout of dancing and meaningless merry-making. There's not enough space, not enough air to breathe right now.
They say these parties offer you a gateway into another world, a fantasy-land where you'll only come across handsome princes and beautiful dames. A place where anything is possible.
You might catch the eye of a rich playboy and ensure yourself several months' worth of free Ferrari rides, elite club memberships and spa holidays in Bangkok. You might suddenly bump into a balding, middle-aged man with zero aesthetic sense or creative ideas but with enough cash to be the owner of a corporation producing saas-bahu soaps or family dramas in other words. Your lucky day. You get your chance to hand him your photo-shoot pictures you've been carrying around with you for months in the hopes of becoming an 'actor'. If you are thin enough to remind someone of a cheese stick, tall enough to make an average guy shy away from asking you out, and can suck up to Malini when she is dead-drunk who knows you might even bag that coveted appointment with her within the next week. If sleeping with corporate executives, political hotshots, and horny celebrities is what your career is made of, then attending such parties will expand your client-base and enhance your rates.

At times I feel I'm caught in a never-ending nightmare where I'm  forced to relive the same experiences over and over again, where I have no other way but to fit into this world of lies, deception and charades. It's not like I never considered quitting my job but then ending my stint here would mean I would have to start from scratch at some other place.


"Taubaan tera jalwaa......taubaan tera pyaar
Tera emosanal atyaachaar"

As the nasal voices of bandmaster Rangeela and Raseela resounds throughout the enormous hall, I smile for the first time in the evening.

'Batistuta has incredible timing.'

P.S: This is my entry for IndiBlogger's 'Emotional Atyachaar' contest. Please vote here if you find it worthy enough.
Side note for Non-Indian readers : 'Emotional Atyachaar' (atyachaar meaning 'torture' or 'torment' )is a very popular track from the cult hit Hindi movie Dev-D.

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Tomorrow


The delicate morning sunshine,
Filters in through the window curtains-
Dispelling the chill of the gloomy night,
Setting the world ablaze in hues of crimson,
Ushering in a bright new day,
Newer trials, renewed hopes.
The difficulties that were yesterday,
Seem like they are no more.
'Tomorrow is here and now.'
She could tell for sure.



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Monday, July 26, 2010

The 'CBI Interrogation kinda' tag

I am on the verge of getting rid of my aversion for tags for good. If you think about it, they're the perfect antidote to a writer's block and fun to do at times. So here I'm with another one that has been doing the rounds in blogland.
Have been indirectly tagged by Guria and Nethra, once again.


Ten How's:


1. How did you get one of your scars? I'm not Harry Potter.


2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? With family, at home.


3. How are you feeling at this moment? Partly sleepy and partly tired.


4. How did your night go last night? Stayed awake debating 'honor killings' with mom. The usual, in other words.

5. How did you do in high school? Not too shabby.


6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? Don't go on assuming I'm wearing a shirt right now. -_-


7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? Not very often but we stay in touch.


8. How much money did you spend last month? Not much. This month, however, is a different story altogether.


9. How old do you want to be when you get married? 1534863 years.


10. How old will you be at your next birthday? Bah a lady never reveals her age.


Nine What’s:


1. Your mothers name? Shh! Secret.


2. What did you do last weekend? Went shopping, had lunch outside.


3. What is the most important part of your life? My ideals. And mom.


4. What would you rather be doing? Reading or writing.


5. What did you last cry over? While watching a highly emotional scene from an awesome J-drama.


6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Pep talk. Food. (:P)


7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? This isn't a survey created by shaadi.com, right?

8. What are you worried about? Losing myself to the world.


9. What did you have for breakfast? Buttered toast, poached egg, tea.



Eight You’s:


1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? No.


2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? Yes.


3. Have you ever been out of the country? Yes.


4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? I happen to do that often. (wow that was brave of me)


5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Yes, quite a few times.


6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? Even if I did what makes you think I'll divulge such personal information?

7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? No.


8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? I've read more than one.


Seven Who’s:


1. Who was the last person you saw? Gran.


2. Who was the last person you texted? Mom.


3. Who was the last person you hung out with? Mom.


4. Who was the last person to call you? Mom.


5. Who did you last hug? BFF


6. Who is the last person who texted you?-My mom's insurance policy officer. Yes he still confuses between our numbers, thanks to a fault on my mom's part. He will be skinned alive one of these days.


7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? Can't recall.


Six Where’s:


1. Where does your best friend(s) live? In this city, at home.


2. Where did you last go? My training institute.


3. Where did you last hang out? A shopping mall, supposedly the biggest one in all of India (which I find difficult to believe)


4. Where do you go to school? Correction : I used to go to school. I attend college now.


5. Where is your favorite place to be? Home.


6. Where did you sleep last night? In my room of course.


Five Do’s:


1. Do you think anyone likes you? Everyone likes me. :P


2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? No.


3. Do you know the muffin man? I only know of muffins. Blueberry muffins are yummy!


4. Does the future scare you? Sometimes.


5. Do your parents know about your blog? One of them know. The other one can't possibly. 


Four Why’s:


1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? She understands me better than anyone else.


2. Why did you get into Blogging? I needed a platform where I could freely express my opinions and help my creative site evolve.Getting a blog was the perfect way to achieve both.


3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? My parents came across this word in a Bengali dictionary. Apparently the beautiful meaning struck a chord with them.


4. Why are you doing this survey? I've been tagged. Plus I've time to kill right now.


Three If’s:


1. If you could have one super power what would it be? Time-travel.


2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? Yes.


3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? Can another human being count as a 'thing'? 


Two Would-You-Ever:


1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? Never.


2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? Yes.


One Last Question:


1. Are you happy with your life right now? Pretty much.



I tag ALL who will comment.
P.S: Idea of tagging others borrowed from Guria.
P.P.S: You do understand the reason for the title of this post don't you?


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