Thursday, July 26, 2007

the 8 proud rabbits

tgfi tagged me, and i finally could come up with 8 things that i am proud of myself for.

1. i am proud of my determination that i slept continuously for three days in a row only to overcome boredom.

2. i am proud of my concentration abilities, that i can get so engrossed in replying to a message that i walked into a concrete wall.

3. i am proud of my truthfulness, that when one of the very few cute guys in office is highly appreciating some poetry that is part of my email, i tell him that those aren't my lines.

4. i am proud of my courage that i answered 25 when my lecturer asked me how much i should get in my internal assessments, when the previous statement he had made was that 'you have just 13% attendance!!!!'

5. i am proud of my patience, that i actually had 13% attendance in that particular lecturer's class.

6. i am proud of my logic, that i can always resolve my confusion about whether it is 'chal basanti aaj teri dhanno ki izzat ka sawaal hai' or the other way round, by correlating it with 'nahi basanti in kutton ke saamne mat naachna'

7. i am proud of my enthusiasm, that i went for a four hour long movie night show just for the buttered popcorn.

8. i am proud of myself that i really reached point number 8.

Thanks tgfi and one day i hope i'll have some real things to be proud, that day i'll post a sequel to this one.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

I like to..

Jane tagged me, and i couldn't say no 'my first ever tag' hiiya!!

Here go the rules
1. Players start with 5 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 5 random facts.
3. Players should tag 5 other people and notify them they have been tagged.


and here goes me about me..

1. I am a terrible dancer, i don't have a rythm sense at all. But the happening places of delhi have seen the best of me :P There was once in some disc in delhi, the music was one bhangra number after another, i went and bugged the dj so much that he finally played some rock music for me. And then what happened has been captured in a video by my friends which they could blackmail me with now. I went on to the floor and started head banging and slowly everybody else who was doing their 'hoye hoye' and 'balle balle' moved out and kept looking at a girl who was air guitaring in the funniest possible way and throwing her head in all possible directions. No, you are not going to get to see the video!!

2. Now that i've talked about my dancing skills, a close second is my singing skills. Well the less said about it the better. But yet again, delhi has somehow seen the best of me. So this one time, we all went to some cool place and got our spirits high, and to our utter disapproval, the place had to close down by that time of the night. We in no mood for a headback home so soon, went to the IITD campus. How geeky the place seemed, i had to do something to feel better. So as there are these popular words, baithe baithe kya karen karna hai kuch kaam, the only difference this time being that i was the only one singing my throat sore. And i did not shut up until they got my mouth full with maggi.

3. When i go shopping, the only colors that i end up buying most of the time are black and white. Yet when i went phone shopping, i bought a pink colored phone, an 'onion pink' one to be precise. Nobody could believe it at first that i actually bought something pink in color. But its a really pretty pink, and i hate it when someone says 'what a girlie phone, doesn't suit you!' and i would have tonked on his head if he wasn't my manager.

4. I absolutely love sports, and i absolutely hate cricket. I think its just not worth being called a sport. But then as much as i love playing basketball or tennis or any other game, i just cannot get myself to follow a series on TV. It's just boring to simply watch other people playing.

5. Right now, i had logged on to get some important important work done, but this being the first tag that's been put on me in blogland, the rest can wait. The point that is to be noted here is that i am a fore-runner as far as procastination is concerned. I don't work very well under external pressure, but i need to create a situation of urgency for myself to work best.

I tag all the five people who read this blog!! :P

Friday, June 29, 2007

made for each other!!

A colleague asked me to write a song for music that he composed. This is one verse from what i wrote. I think he'll have to write the music again, as this just doesn't go with the original piece he wrote. But this is the best that i could manage, he'll have to make do with it for now.

Kyun rasman baaton ka hai muntazir
kyun is khushi mein bhi nasabr hai
na tu samjhe
na is dil ko samjha paaoon!



rasman - ritualistic
muntazir - wistful, longing
nasabr - discontent

I always have wanted to know in what order it really happens, is the lyrics written first or the music? Though the music written first makes more sense, does the other way round happen? For someone like me who likes songs more for the words than for the music, i feel that it must be so limiting in certain ways for lyrics writers if they have to adhere to a certain rythm. And it would be a similar scenario if the music directors had to control their harmonies in sync with a fixed set of words. I wonder if there is ever a perfect fit, if music and words born in completely independent worlds, have ever come together and created something that feels like 'made for each other'

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Running free!!

I have no idea now how it’s going to go, what will come out of it, but I am going for it anyway. These were the kind of responses I got, whoever I announced it to.

?????????
What is wrong with you?
I wish I was as bold!
Are you mad?
You are seriously not kidding?
Where are you going?
Are you getting married?

And all those who asked me if I am out of my mind, did understand when I explained the whole thing to them. And some of them liked the idea a lot in fact. I appreciate the concern that was so evident in a few of the reactions I got. Trying to stop me if I am doing something hastily without thinking it through.

What I’ve loved most about it till now is the support that I got from my parents. It finally feels like they think I am grown up. And I feel the same way about them now :) My biggest worry when I was just starting to think about it was whether they would understand. When I was finally sure of it myself, I sat them down on a good happy day, and said it. To my big surprise they did not at all react as I had expected them to, very calmly (relatively speaking :) they asked me to put out my whole thought in front of them. And then finally a very calm OK!

The worst part of it has been the majority who had just one question to ask, the most annoying one at that. Whether I am traveling somewhere for a week, or talking on the phone, or leaving early from work, or playing tennis every morning, or just sitting at my desk minding my own business, they have just this one question on their mind as soon as they see me. "Are you getting married?" Guys, if I am getting married, I will announce it as just that and not as 'I am leaving this job and taking a big break all for myself!!'.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Sitting, waiting, wishing

I am just counting days now. All the partying and all the evenings out, i am waiting to say the byes to you..I wish time would take a quick flight to wednesday and then freeze

Monday, June 4, 2007

Dear friend,

When they are the purpose of your life, comforts are no longer as soothing.

Certain things cannot be made up for, let some voids be.

Run after it, and happiness will evade you.

Learn to love selflessly, but don't forget to love the self, ever.

Leave love to happenstance, not your life.

Let your relationships support you, and not dictate you.

Remember, you are the centre of your world, don't let that change.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Ajeeb daastan thi woh

This is one of my favourite posts from the previous blog. I love it for more reasons than i can say and it has come to mean a lot more to me now than it did when i had written it.


my favorite fantasy
well,,, only one of them!!
when i was a small girl, who couldn't sleep without daddy's bed time stories, my dad once said 'today i'll tell u your story'. usually the stories that my dad told were either those that ended with 'the moral of the story is ...' or those that never ended. i loved the never ending ones more than the other, not because of the absence of a moral at the end, but because those were so imaginative. those stories were never illogical inspite of continuing for days together. sometimes would also take the turn i wanted them to. i had to remember what all had happened previously, and anything could happen anytime, it used to keep me on my toes always. so anyway, this particular day i was thrilled about getting to listen to my own story. and he said 'when u were younger, u were just about as tall as the length of my palm..'. i was smiling in amusement, imagining myself to be that small. he told me about how he would put me in his shirt pocket, next to the pen, whenever he was going out, and i would keep trying to peep out but wasn't tall enough to be successfull. he related a lot of my adventures as the miniature me. i really dont think i listened to much of what he said after the first couple of sentences. probably started thinking myself about what must have been the travails i would have gone through and what benefits i would have enjoyed. actually i used to beleive in it for quite a few years :)
and to this day i just love thinking about my adventures as a lilliput!!!

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Back again!

When I have good company, I am more of a listener, and when i am out of company i do all the talking. Blogs serve the purpose very well, both when i want to listen to someone interesting, and when i want to talk my heart out, even when i want to just remain silent. My previous blog, which sits pretty as a pdf on my desktop now, suffered a sudden deletion for no apparent reason. One fine day i just felt that i had run out of conversation with it, which is quite stupid thinking about now. Nobody can ever have a dearth of topics to talk to themselves about, if not to anyone else. It gave me the complete freedom to say anything without a second thought, but then it had to give in to my quirks. Take the blog apart and I am most me, when i am wearing that helmet and racing on the potholed roads around town. I sing out loud, i think out loud, how i love being on that old bike of mine. The times when i was trying to write my sop for admissions to the univs, there were those moments when i wanted to stop the bike right where i was and quickly write down some things. I just didn't want to lose the thought anywhere on the way. I never throw the notepads that lie around my desk at work, for the random stuff i write in all those status meetings and presentations, some thoughts of mine i want to have etched forever. And that's why 'I am bach!!!