LETTERS

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The trouble with me was I did not know what to do with them. Those parched, brittle with times, turning yellow by seconds, hundreds of them.

 What am I talking about? Your letters to me.

I had them stored carefully, away from the prying eyes, tucked at the bottom of my bookshelf.

I had read them thousands of times, the inked paper screaming loudly of your undying love for me. The blue words melting my heart and soul making me fall in love with you a million times more. I read them, in nights of calamitous loneliness, I read them in days of shattering dreams, I read them staring at blank realities. Of course I read them, coz I believed them.

But I cannot store them, not any more.

You ask me why? Well first of all you have no reason or rhyme to question me.

I cannot store them coz they are just a guilty reminder of my foolish faith in your hollow promises.

I cannot store them coz they sting my eyes, scorching the dreams they saw for years.

I cannot store them coz they spew venom every time I try to read and recollect the love we shared.

I cannot store them coz now they dont smell like you but some unfamiliar fermenting, rotten mold just like your rotten love.

So with a heavy heart I throw them in the flames, coz I cannot store them.

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King Khan spoiled it all!

I hate shahrukh khan,!! even I am unable to believe this blasphemy I uttered, but to be true he has ruined romance for me (and 10000000 other girls). He came and he changed the definition of love for million of years to come. Such a pretty picture was painted that every girl morphed into Simran waiting for her Raj to come and save her, who never really existed and is as mythical as harry potter(oh please!! dont tell me you were waiting to enlist at Hogwarts, and wipe the tears.)

1.DDLJ- I really shouldnt be explaining why I picked this to be the first glorifying example. When I saw this one I was literally in love with him,ultimate bad boy transformed into a dedicated lover. If only some guy did half of the things he did to win Amrish puri, he would get double the love Raj got.
I mean who travels all the way from London to Punjab just because of a whimsical cow bell and that too for a girl whose marriage is fixed to a hatta katta punjaabi munda. In real life if you ask your guy to pick you up from airport, all you are getting is a 1000 word explanation as to how important a meeting is for his career which is taking precisely at the same time same day, and how his absence will crumble the foundation of his billion dollar company (and no, your guy isnt Mark Zuckerberg!!)
Who dons a dhoti and feeds pigeons to impress your dad, and god for bid if you ask him to leave non-veg for one day or visit FRENDLICOES, all hell will break loose.
No, Raj doesnt exist in real life, ofcourse if I had known this earlier, I would have put a halt to all my stupid, idiotic baseless imaginations. But no, SRK had to play Raj, he had to play mandolin, and he had to say in his chocolate rich voice "Bade bade shehron me aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hain senorita." sigh!!!!

2.KKHH-UFF!!! this movie came when we were kids edging towards puberty, talk about crucial timing. the movie changed a lot of perceptions about friendship, love. every tom boyish girl believed she had a chance with the stud of the class (overlooking the fact that for this to happen the glamorous diva of the batch had to die)
In real life studs/playboys/casanovas dont even give a second glance to the tomboy/geeky topper of the class let alone fall in love.
 Rahul and Anjali became teen icons, not to forget the huge economical profit gift shops made out of selling friendship bands. Then again Rahul was the doting father, loving son and faithful husband surviving on the memories of his dead wife. In India 90% of the guys remarry sooner than later if their wife expires that young. The cherry on the cake was his love for Kajol.
Yahan 1 se saccha pyaar kar nai paate, kaha do se karenge..huh.

3. Jab tak hai jaan- Aah, this film invited a lot of criticism but me being a loyal fan thinks he gave competition to a lot of actors who are half his age. Anyway, coming to the hate factor, none of the waiters I have come across in my life have ever been so charming or so handsome that I feel like sharing my past with him.Then Im yet to come across a guy in real life who sings with such panache and looks so hot while doing so. The most disappointing fact was this that no guy willl ever choose diffusing bombs willingly if he is dumped by a girl, on the contrary he will start his search for another one soon. I mean I would  literally kill to have a guy like that who would go to that extreme for me, sigh!!
On top of that sexy damsel like Anoushka Sharma throwing herself at him and all he does is a puny kiss on the forehead. Haah! in your dreams, the moment a guy finds a window to cheat, he flies out that window leaving caution behind.

4.Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi--Oh! Surinder Sahani had me eating out of his hands when he wrestles with the sumo wrestler. Yeah he wasnt SRK'ish in that role sans the rugged looks and with that horrible handlebar Moustache. Credits, goes to him for being sweet , loving caring husband who wouldnt even consider touching his wife without her permission. Whereas most of the guys sit patiently throughout the wedding ceremony just because they know they will pounce upon their unsuspecting wife on their first night, what about her permission...well what about it?? The other character Raj, comes learning dance totally contrary to his otheriwse simple nature just to make his wife happy..most of the guys dont know about that concept..the wife's happiness...
Aah, if only men like that existed...!!

5. K3G- OHO..the powder blue suit, coiffed hair, the dimpled smile the suave attitude..I could go on for lengths without taking a breather. Black is meant only for 3 people--Shahrukh, SRK, and King Khan. He was a fathers delight, all disciplined and ready to take over the multi million empire (ofcourse I could never understand where exactly in Delhi are such luscious hills located where stood amitabh bacchans grand palace and how did Kajol run all the way to his palace from chandni chowk to deliver sweets) .
then comes the BAMMM , he falls in love with the middle class simpleton Anjali and leaves his multi million corporation. Lemme clear the air, first biggies like those never ever visit their maids house, no matter how nice they are. Second love stories like these only exist in our imagination with a happy ever after ending. Although he looked absolutely edible in those transparent shirts which could have spelled fashion disaster for any one else..

I can rant incessantly for hours pointing out the shortcoming of guys we ladies have to face in real life but that would be inconsequential as it would have no effect on their thick as leather skin.
Whom am I kidding? Shahrukh Khan will always be my first ever love no matter he keeps playing these larger than life, impossible to find characters.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

10 rules to follow after break-up

Ok, so the honey dewy love-glossed matinee show is over, the mauve tinted glasses have been taken off by the same person who put them up on your eyes, and you have hit the big B, and by no means I mean the great Mr. Amitabh Bachhan. The break up has happened, the "never-ending", "will always be there for you" love has come to an end. Hmmmm what to do now, or more important what not to do.If you are looking for agony aunts or uncles, this might be the time for you to turn away and ask it on Quora.
 denial, thats all we live in for initial days, and if you survive that safely, give yourself a brand new samsung tab, you deserve it(stop with the greed and dont say why not I-pad).

1. Avoid alcohol-Now dont go all cynical and pound on me, I am not saying to go all dry and not high, but limit your access to the doomed drinks and stay away from binge drinking. What did i hear?? come again?? aah u r talking about devdas or srk or dilip kumar...well they had the greatest advantage as aashiques, cell phones were not invented, mails were passed through pigeons and mark zuckerberg wasnt even born let alone fb or google. so you understand what am i trying to save you from, the deadly drunk call...you have few drinks, your mind is messed up bad, the first thing you do is call the sucker. even if you call to just say a simple hi, you will end up telling him/her how badly you miss them, that you are the same loser who got left(reasons not important). so to avoid these bloopers STAY AWAY FROM ALCOHOL!!!!! (for few months at least, then you can indulge...:P)

2.Delete the doomed digits- If you look at a wider picture, why carry the unwanted numbers and load your phone's memory with it(rather upload some cute pictures of Jessica Alba, Eva longoria, or Ian Somerhalder whatever works for you, you know what I mean when I say cute, dont ya???)  It is extremely unlikely for you to dial the 10 digits again and again , specially if you dont have the drunk excuse. Also if you are stoned you wont be able to dial the correct number and who knows you land up in some Johnny's phone rather than  your x-beloved Jasmine's. Also delete the messages, photos, mails, there is absolutely no freaking need to pile on. The message is DELETE THE DAMNED CONTACT.

3.Stay away from the happy couples- You might resent it and say they are your only hope in getting you back on your feet and the positive vibes from them blah blah will yadda yadda happy feelings. Bullshit!!!! with a capital B , when it comes to post-apocalyptic ooppps Post breakup state, most of the contemporary philosophies(well whom am I kidding??) alll of the philosophies fall flat as a bread on their freaking face.So instead of hanging around your engaged or married or would be married couples and making them uncomfortable get away from them. They will only make you feel super-conscious of your 'single' status and may be unintentionally , it will be in-your-face more than Eminem's urban poetry. You will be reminded of your 'happy days' in their proximity, even if they dont say a word and sit together, you will infer something memorable out of it. (Remember love stimulates same centres as pain does in brain...) Its sitting on a pin-cushion if you keep hanging with the 'couples'. (Remember Ted in How I met your mother?) The message -STAY AWAY FROM COUPLES.

4.Common sites- Now thats a pretty improbable thing to ask, but if possible stay away from the common sites 'you' visited as a duo. Now if you are working in the same office, GOD bless your blemished soul, but if not then scout for some new pubs, cafes( again, if your never-ending love story brewed in CCD or Barista, dear GOD bless you!!!!) To cut the long story short, shun, avoid , ban those old hang outs from you own life. If you live in a metro you will have no issues finding new bistros, pizzerias and delis. No, India gate doesnt commemorate your love and also Marine drive wasnt structured to remind those long hours you wasted discussing the non-existing future and other things which you could have invested in more productive things(and I dont mean making babies). Now dont go all teary-eyed and say "I meant it then"...the simple rule in Love-if its not forever its not love dude(whether its lust or misinterpretation is upto you to decide...:P) The message-STAY AWAY FROM COMMON HANG-OUTS.

5. Delete 'your songs'- Actually that should have been the first advice, 'in a relationship' all the duets appear as if they were belted out for you and only YOU..(SIRF TUM!!!) No sir, A.R.Rehman is not even aware of your existence let alone your belief in the fact that "Rehna Tu" is exclusively created for you. Neither did Pritam think of you while 'composing'(ahem ahem!) "Tu Jaane Naa..." Admit it, you relate every romantic song with you when you are dating, and as soon as the shit hits the fan all sad and tragic songs are all you hear everywhere. Remember there are 10000 people like you who are suffering from the same breakup syndrome(I am sorry to break the bubble of your unique love story). So the next best thing to do, delete them, erase them, do not listen to them for a lonnnnnggggggggg time(never!!!!) I know we are depriving ourselves of a sweet melody, but there are 100000 more songs to search, and who knows while searching for a new genre you might stumble on something mind blowing.The message is simple-DELETE AND NEVER EVER LISTEN 'YOUR' SONGS.

6. Make hard rock your BFF- This is a general destressing therapy I discovered in Medical College where long study hours can be grueling to the point of driving you mad. Also pile on the tantrums of college mates and always sarcastic professor, you have the perfect recepie for stressed mind and body. But not to worry when Asteria is for rescue. Think ACDC, think LINKIN PARK, think Metallica......Plug the earphones , max the volume and voila the screaming voices, the hard hitting drums fill your ears and soul only to clog out the thing eating away your grey matter. Well this works for every situation, and break up is no different. Whenever your mind starts wandering in the prohibited lanes of your blissful past, rush to the i-pod and drown your self in the raps of Chester and Eminem till the time you are not able to think coherently.MAKE HARD ROCK YOUR BEST FRIEND.

7. Abuse(In Private)- Come on, dont tell me throughout while  you two were together there never was a moment when you did not want to strangle the person with your bare hands. So, sit , meditate and remember all those times you got stood up on dates, forgotten anniversaries, the time when he/she ridiculed on your ignorance on something he/she masters. Remember all those times and thank god you dont have to keep wondering whether the plan for movie is still on or you will have to spend one more weekend alone. Just be careful of doing that in private, i mean use the glorious expletives in whatever language you prefer, but do that in confines of your home/bathroom/journal/blog. Your not complying to the rule of abusing in private may add loser to the already pathetic state of your persona in society. So take out those clandestine expletives rotting in some corner of your brain and start ranting..:) It will take time if you really really were in true, bollywoodisque type love but You will come around. ABUSE AND ABUSE UNTIL YOU ARE TIRED.

8.Steer clear of the 'single friends'- Okay you might jab me and say not to party with couples, not to stay with single friends, then where to bang your heads. Relax, there is a third species which you might not have noticed during courtship period. The breed which is single and not at all ready to mingle. You get me right?? The moment news of your break up is leaked with a cautious "Do not tell any one." Every single male gets a heads up, as if the fact You are single will improve their thin-as-a-sliver-chance of hitting on you. They take the whole and soul responsibility of consoling you(as if you needed the acid to pour on your burning heart, no heart burn is different..:P) They start dropping these Larger than life hints how they have always seen you as their soul-mates and blah, yadda, zabba. Well , beware of such species, specially girls need to be on look out for these prominent members of FOSLA. The iron is hot as you are most susceptible to a rebound, and the 'forever alone' friends think they will hit. If you fall prey to their non-existent feelings, you are adding catastrophe to already existing disaster.
STAY AWAY FROM 'SINGLE' AND READY TO MINGLE FRIENDS.

9.Learn to do things on your own-Now that you are clearly on your own, its high time you learn how to sync your i-pod with your i-pad or how to keep your pictures hidden from 456 friends on your facebook(yess, I have seen people who were totally unaware of the privacy option on FB until their respective bfs/gfs told them.) I am sure you must be having troubles but learn people, learn!!! Next time you date you will be the one telling the direction to the Joint. Also, now you will have ample time on your hands to watch those movies which were rotting in your hard disk, coz you are free from all this,
"Why hasnt he called me?"

"Is she with some one else?"
"Am I not good enough for him."

"Will she dump me like she dumped Rajesh, Suresh, Akshat??"

"Jaanu, first you hang the phone....no you....no you.....see you didnt hang it either, ok lets count to 1,2,3 and keep together. 1.....2.......3......see you did not hang it again..."

So ladies and gentleman do all those things you wanted to do but didnt coz your BF/GF wasnt interested. Go for Wine tasting, trekking, writing seminars while you are single, coz no matter how much you train yourself not to fall for someone else, you are bound to rebound with someone much hotter or smarter!! LEARN SOMETHING NEW.INDULGE.

10. Last and the most Important- There was that unique quality which made you fall for them, be it their intelligence, compassion, or their enthusiasm for new things. Remember them and try to imbibe those. Relationships leave an impact on all of us, so its better to keep the good and throw the bad. Take all those good things and discard else. You will be a better person.

If nothing works, either join some Sahaj yoga or hit your head with a hammer coz when you 'fell-in-love' you DID  serve your heart on a plate like a hamburger to the devil and asked him to slice through it multiple no of times.



P.S.. If people write about death doesnt mean they have died or if they express about rape doesnt mean they were raped. You get what I want to say.

BE A (hu)MAN!!!!

I am Sundaara , now dont go asking me stupid human question as to which one of these two beauties is me. Obviously I am the pretty one, the fairer one, that is how you humans judge a person, right?? The fairer the person is, the better heart he/she is supposed to have. Well that is not how we do it in animal world, but my name is Sundaara which is kept by my mom. The black beauty is my sister, Kaali. Yeah , go ahead , sneer at us , snort and say "STRAYS!!!!!" We are strays, thanks to you the superior animals...

                               

Seriously dude, what was God thinking when he decided to give insanely large number of responsibilities of the animal kingdom to you guys..If it were not for your ignorance, uncaring attitude and cruel behaviour towards us , we would have been happy and stray!!(pun intended). But right now we are just stray and helpless. If it were not for some rare, kind and still humane people like my mom , we would have been extinct.

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She feeds us, she sees to it we never go empty stomach, she even makes sure we have a shade to sit in winters. So all in all life is good for us. But, and this is a bigger BUT than you thought, there are 1000 of strays in our localities including cows, dogs, cats and others who are not so lucky as me and Kaali. They get beaten by the residents, thrown stones at. Imagine you guys, the same very breed who worships the cow as "Gau Maata" , hitting us with sticks and stones if we come so much near your posh bungalows. I cant tell you the horrors I see on a daily basis when I roam around the city. 

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Seeing them I thank my lucky stars that I have a human family who cares for me.

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 God has provided you with the resources, brains and capabilities to make this world a better place for all of us to live happily, I do not understand why do you humans act like sheer barbarians. Dont you have any conscience left on you to sit and ponder for a while how to make our situation better. Dog catchers, and stray catchers are not the RIGHT solution, do you hear me human, we are not some inanimate object which you throw in a cage whenever you like and can go and worship whenever some priest tells you to pray a Black cow, or to feed a black dog. Keep your stupid hypocrisies to your God's idol and not to us. We never ask you twice before letting you take our advantage to fulfill your needs, be it milk, wool , or guarding your door and ploughing your fields. So why do you think you can treat us the way you do right now.

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I do not say that none of you care , in fact a large no of you people care, SPCA or society for the  prevention of cruelty towards animals is one such organization continuously and arduously working towards the betterment of the strays.
SPCA
This organization has already worked wonders in foreign countries and is already spreading its roots in INDIA. But the ratio of people working and caring is pretty troubling coz we are much more in numbers.
Another issue is that most of the cities are devoid of any such organization to take care of the strays and abandoned animals. I live in Lucknow and there is no SPCA to save my friends out here. My heart goes to them when I see little puppies being trampled and run over by uncontrolled vehicles or calves chewing polythenes and dying at an early age. I dont know the statistics but I do know a large population of ours has died due to your complete ignorance of nature and destroying mother Earth with your unwanted inventions like polythenes and plastic. I wish just for one day there should be a role reversal (no pun intended)  and then you will realize the atrocities you shower on us. Be a (hu)MAN!!! and show some mercy instead of killing us for pleasure , to satisfy your taste buds, or to cater to your fashion needs. I am a brave cow , but when I see my other friends dying of hunger, or wounded in an accident I get scared for my sister and myself.. We have a friend Monty , who helps us when some troublesome human shows us his animal side, but even he is just a stray dog, and he too is dependent on my mom for food.

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It gets lonely at night , and we do get scared , of humans, God knows when one of you loses his mind and decides to take it out on us by hitting us, and throwing us out of the campus. You are human beings , you can take care of your kind efficiently due to your larger brain size and evolved capabilities, we are dependent on you, and do not take advantage of that fact instead help us.

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Have you ever realized that your every sentence (well most of the student's) ends with bullshit!!! and you have not even left our shit alone, I heard Baba Ramdev using it in many medicines, and what was that cow 's urine being used to cure diseases???? If we are so bloody useful to you , dont you think we deserve some kind of respect and care from you. The Americans have already patented our piss while you were busy shooing us out of your colonies..
Have some heart, show some mercy instead of being completely and disgustingly selfish..Learn something from us for a change.
Goodnight, I hope my words have some effect on your otherwise hard heart and you wake up with a resolution of saving at least one stray animal in your life.





P.S. Sundaara , kaali and Monty are all real characters and not some fictional creations of my idle mind. They are stray animals who have been coming to our house since they were kids along with few other dogs and cows. My mom and few of her friends have been continuously working for their betterment but there is negligible efforts when it comes to government (except on the auspicious occasion of id-ul-juha or bakrid when suddenly there is a flurry of activity among stray catchers so that they can sell stray cows for butchering making them a hefty profit.)

My sister during her college days was involved with SPCA Noida (the blog is not active due to lack of human resources)the contacts of which can be found here . There should be one center of SPCA in each city and if not possible at least major cities so as to prevent cruelty being doled out to innocent animals. 
The contact of SPCA India branches-
all over INDIA


This is my effort in ISB iDiya for Indichange written for Indiblogger.

Proud Indians..really??

We are "the" Indians. We love our marriage celebrations, we are noisy when we celebrate..even if it means disrupting other people's peace and troubling them, 100000 watts of blaring "fevicol se" and "halkat jawaani" are not enough to express our joy, 25000 light bulbs (so what if they are brightening our marriage hall at some one else's expense, read 'katiya' )appear dim  in front of our enthusiasm for celebrating something as blissful as marriage.

We are Indians, we do not care if the marriage hall is in a residential area and the kids have got their exams, we will play "Tera pyar hukkah baar" umpteen no of times even if the sole occupants of the DJ floor are few toddlers and some drunk old men thinking themselves equal to Hrithik Roshan.

We are Indians, we have full rights to take our 'Baaraat' (marriage procession) from the busiest road even if its causing trouble to the daily commuters. We dont care even if an ambulance is passing by, we wont let it go unless we have danced our hearts to the out of tune songs belted by some amateur singer. We dont care even if the person in the ambulance dies, 1000 of people die daily.


We are Indians, we dont care if the bride's poor father has mortgaged his house to pay for the party, we will eat as if we have never eaten before. We know each plate costs around 500 Rs, still we will take separate plates for ice creams, desserts and will allow our kids to take 2-3 plates, so what if the catering people are counting each plate, after all we are from the groom's side..and then we will keep cribbing about how the moong-dal halwa was uncooked and how there was so much mismanagement in food.

We are Indians, why should we care about making earth a greener place, we will burn 10000 rs of crackers in the marriage, even if it is troubling the street animals or the asthmatics of that area.

We are Indians, and we pledge to remain ostentatious.

Alco-holed discussions!!!

you dont know what drinking is unless you have sat down in a bar with a high ball glass alone in the murkiest corner with a head so light and a heart so heavy that land slips beneath your feet.The cruelest of lies are always told in silence....and those who say they blurt out the truth every time spirit crosses the thresh hold of their esophagus are the worst of d liars....or is it liers im confused ...check for yourself....
all the lifes miseries,your losses start playing a slide show infront of your eyes....either you become 2 quiet or too chirpy...either way you realize whats wrong with you even when evrything is going silk smooth...
mind plays hide and seek.....head is spinning 1200 rpm,,.....and evrything wrong ever happened is out there in full glory for evryone around to witness and smirk....
long time back one of my friend drunk called me and said "i wasnt supposed to be born..." the best happened after that...i remembr i 2 was a bit high and hence started the conversation of a life time wherein i replied "exactly...you wrnt suposed to be born and i wasnt suposed to live so what do we do next....i told him to pick a pink floyd no...and play it in background for the obvious ambience it provides....n i still remember  shine on you crazy diamond was playing...
ohh the things we do when we are drunk....some turn philosopher....some self haters.....some fall in love with evry thing they come acrss...even the inanimate things....chair,stool,glass....u name it....
we question gods working....we rebuke lifes unfairness....we procastinate.....we repent......we relent......only to revert to our fake self the next morning....
but also true is the fact that alcohol annihilates the inhibitions like nothing does.....whatever is gnawing at the back of  our heads come right out in front....
ahh the pleasures of drinking......i knw im being extremely optimistic but if ever i get some super-high position in administration 1st thing ill do wl b legalize drinking in every possible way....may b i wud make it mandatory for the citizens of indian republic to drink and start work or they will b hanged till death....but that wud b dictatorship not democracy.....
your head is swimming in wine and your fingers get smoke stained(exceptions like me keep free of smoke...)
you want the midnight to stand still for ever....like a midnight mass.....and you pour another drink in your glass....
you discover holes in your soul......
and you dont realize you have been crying in your beer....

white christmas!!

I guess i was 13-14 when i first heard this song..."white christmas" and i asked every adult in sight the meaning of white christmas coz my teeny tiny mind was unable to comprehend the vast,unfathomable white christmas....14 years have passed since then and white christmas is unravelling infront of me...not that its snowing in mumbai....(its still time for 2012 to arrive.....:P)  but out of the dark it hits me...

well what do i say its christmas...n the only company i have right now is Remo,Geeta,Terence....yeah im idling infront f the junk box.....AKA TV....cheers to a christmas like dis...but i guess it has its pros as well.....it makes me realize there will b loads f moments like these when you wont have ne one to share d christmas eve...or still better christmas cake....ahh few years back...christmas meant knee deep in books...university timings clashed with santas sleigh....christmas meant ritika mams home made cakes.....without a miss......christmas meant goading up on woollens and crashing in library....

white christmas....i miss it....

cheers to christmas.....cheers to santa.....:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36bMqbiorcE&feature=related

this just describes it without much ado....
100s f ppl in our "contacts" 90 ppl online....100s f name in phnbook....bt whom do i call....i dnt even bother to pick up phn....im better spending time with remo,geeta,terence.....

cheers to christmas.....white christmas....gloomy christmas....
santa where are you....??

Miseries of being a sagittarian

Heads will nod if i say right now that there are times when we get frustrated with our own shortcomings so much so that we start finding flaws in everything related to us....something similar attacked me last night at exactly 3.30 A.M. while i was busy cramming radiological nicknames of diseases i have never even encountered in my clinical classes....suddenly my mind did a 180 degree swing from studies to all kind of crap and i came up with the flaws of my sunsign.....the archers....sagittarian.....here are few worth mentioning....
1.Disgustingly Optimistic---Oh this is a big time yes from all the archers out there .Our ship is sinking,the rats have already deserted the captain still we the ultimate positive thinkers will thank GOD for making the rats leave so the ship is lighter.....Our BFF(best friends forever...for those who r still living in dark ages!!!!!!) is making out with our own lover and all we will get mushy about is "thank god,they are getting along well..."
This one is from personal experience...we dont study for the monstrous exams and will pray that only those questions will come which we have studied . yeah we are the breed that lives optimism,breathes positivity,and thrives on good will. But it has its own downfall....we tend to bite more than we can chew....and we never see the land as it lies.

2.Hopeless romantics----yesssss i've spelled it in capital letters.We are the romantics at heart,we do believe in all that candy floss,honey-dipping,tear-jerking stuff we see in bollywood movies.We are the 90% of the population that makes these movies hit.Whenever SRK blurts out "मैंने तुम्हे इतनी शिद्दत से पाने की कोशिश की है....." we have our hearts in our mouth, we cry every time we see "the notebook" or "sleepless in seattle" and worst of all we do believe there is a soulmate for all of us just like nicolas cage in city of angels....phewwwww

3.egomaniacs---Ive said it out loud...its something we are not ashamed of but not even something we love to flaunt. The world has deteriorated so much so that ass-kissing is considered an art ...a talent. But we flow opposite to the sea..instead of swallowing our pride in extreme of conditions and sucking up to the people to cut our losses we attack HEAD-ON....and BAMM!! End up hurting ourselves..be it professionally,personally...you name it you got it.

4.easily bored ----*sigh *sigh *sigh we crave for materialistic things that we know will never be within our reach in our wildest of imaginations but we work our asses off to get them and the moment we try our hands on them something better catches our eye.
The worst thing is the same happens with our personal relationships as well.We get so bored of people surrounding us that we tend to hurt them unintentionally though.But then again our knack for being the care-giver gets us back in the good books.

LAST AND THE WORST OF ALL.....we are the philosophers at heart.everything has to have some random philosophy attached to it for us....and we try to make world understand this....with impeccable timing at times....(sarcasm...duh) people are going thru heart breaks we will make them understand there is some one better for them.....someone lost their job and we are enumerating the things to do on our free time.....

i still have atleast 50-60...more...but for the time being this much is sufficient to pull me back to earth from my present "on cloud nine.." location....so far so good...

Trust me!!!!!

"Trust" has become something of a rarity now a days.....trust me its true(pun intended!!!) You walk around and meet 100s f people in your entire life span....BONDING as we the humans call it(pssst as if I know the term aliens might b using  :P)
Let me exemplify this fact in black and white literally...a perfect story straight out of a sitcom....2 best friends (since they were like 5).They "bonded" 1st during a social gathering while there moms were busy sizing up the society...and that beginning was supposed to culminate in a journey of a life time.....OOPS!!!! Real life is a bit tiffany twisted than that....trust me....(Arrrrgggghhh I'd have to get rid of the habit of saying "trust me" over every petty thing..)The purrr-fect story did continue to be a dream like sequence....they were each other's shadow...unseperable..always there for each other....age of 5 changed to 15 in a blink of an eye(and this will b the place where i take my creative liberty...) lets say 5 turned to 15 with a drag of cigerette....Now thats what i call "spirit-ed creativity"(get the pun people....)
Not only did the age changed but also the topics of discussion...from "dogs" to "dawgs...aka guyz" ohh cum on folks..dont sulk....im pretty sure all of you must have gone through this weird phase when the opposite sex was "enemy" The "best friends" had an exclusive invitation -only club also S.T.A.B=stay away from boys....:)
And i just remembered i still havent named the girls ryt????Well lets call them ..."charmer" and "geek" Poles apart they were....but still together so much so the geek dedicated a poem to the charmer ..
The charmer charmed the people while the geek gawked...the charmer taught or rather tried to teach her how to play the games but alas....the geek stuck to her primordial beliefs and refused to be a part of the madness of the then changing dating culture....in short she remained a loyal member of the STAB  club..(occasional exceptions inevitable...blame it on the hormones...::P)
The charmer got her way by hook or crook.....and the geek helped her in every possible way to keep up the "integrity" of the best friend tag she had..GIRL BONDINGGG!!!!
The story would have been perfect had the charmer been completely honest with the geek which she never was(only she knows why??)The web of lies and crap was being spun around the geek...and she was too blind to acknowledge any of that...
Instances of the fake purrfect friendship----on 1 fine friendship day(Yesssss dont roll your eyes,,,,back then it was a huge craze..) they snuck out of there respective homes to surprise each other only to meet each other halfway and fall in splits and lingered on the cantt roads...Lazyyy sunday afternoons were spent in British library amongst Sherlock holmes and Agatha Christie....sounds honey-dipped...
Im drifting from the topic...all this was happening while the charmer was poisoning everyone around with her lies and cacophony of crap (including some weird lies about her supposedly best friend..)and the worst of all everyone was trying to protect her non-existent decency and integrity
The charmer was able to keep everyone under her spell for a pretty long time ....the mythical bubble burst when all the damage was done..
Moral of the story ...well its a cliche....dont ever trust the people closest to you..
What do you do when the most perfect part of your life is snatched and turned to mere dust...
How long you should brood over something so petty and significant at the same time....
The answers have not been found outt yet and will never be available because you cant fight the tears that are not there....and you can never find the rain to wash away the past...
The whole and soul aim of writing this...to send this link to both the geek and the charmer and see if they can recognize themselves....

P.S.No query will be entertained regarding the identity of both the geek and the charmer....:P

happy valentine....really??

the last thing that comes to my mind when i think about romance is a pudgy,semi naked,fugly kid pointing an arrow towards me....yeah you guessed it rite....im talking about cupid....i mean what did he do to bribe st valentines to make him represent love.....im logged on facebook right now and if i see 1 more happy valentine status update ill puke....r u serius ....how can every1 b  so crazy about dis stupid day.....n trust me....the corniest of the status updates will come out of the ppl who hav never dated ne1 in their entire life....
200 ppl on ur fb frend list....17-18 ppl wil always b online.....90 ppl on ur phn buk....but when u land up in real hot soup....u luk around n BAAM....you are alone...n we wish valentine to whole of ur facebuk contacts....
to hell with this hypocricy..... those schmucks who keep on ranting about love do they even understand the meaning...i might sound archaic when i say this but i still belong to that population who fell in love with 1 person .....n believed in "till death parts us"...and god only knows im not blabbering.....
love never was about spending time together....love never was watching muvies hand in hand....love never was about mushy sms....agreed these do make the course of love easier....
im proud to say ive known people who have actually dedicated their life to their love...in weird ways though.....
ive known ppl who even after knowing they dont stand a chance with the person they r so hopelessly in love with ...keep a track of their problems so that they can help dem.....i mean how many ppl do that....
n its disheartening to see that ppl who are the  real lovers suffer each and every damn time.....the more unfaithful the person is the more she/he gets another chance....
damn im drifting away from the topic.....i really really long to go back to the classics....the types "an affair to remember " types..."city of angels" types....now a days even the muvies are made...."deception"..."unfaithful"
apt for the times though.....
ppl just love the idea of being in love...they never mean it.....they say they will always be with you in ur thick and thins....they say they will always hav 1 ear free to listen 2 ur troubles......they say we can tell them nething under the sun......but when we do we sound "caustic" to them.....they ignore us.....so much for being honest about our feelings....it takes a real strong person to admit something like this.....provided its a real deal.....
n nt just a trick to get in smones bed....
we run the fastest and farthest when we run away from our own self....i read this somewhere....n it took me 27 years 2 realize dat ppl dnt mean sometimes the things they say....o hell they never mean nething they say....n we like fools trust them n pour our hearts out 2 them...but the fact that got amiss was that they were just luking for another juicy piece of gossip
shucckkks im drifting from the topic again....may b it has to do something with being single...on "v-day"
:-)
i wish i cud jolt these novices....outta dere mind n ask them what are they doing....its definitely not love.....
p.s, to be continued,.....