Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Capturing This Moment

Life could not have been better. My room is an utter mess. I am moving to a whole new world in 2 days. I feel like I could stop yesterday's moments. The time with a special person would not rather wait. I sort of feel like my brain fell out of my head. . . and I keep running in to her room since I reached my flat and jumping up and down and chattering away like I'm a freaking 16 year-old . . .and then I try to climb in my bed but I end up wiggling around shooting light beams out of all the orifices in my face. . .and then I finally calm down, enough to relax under the covers and let my mind ruminate . . . and I just smile.  

I just wanted to Thank YOU.

A full-teeth, cheek-stretching, eye-scrunching grin.

This is going to be a happy time.May Be. No matter what the distance is.May Be.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sunday Morning & Happenings...!

So, Howdy People..!! It's Sunday. I Kind of worked late last night and woke up earlier. I have been thoroughly happy. Talking about being happy this morning we had a major topic of conversation.As in total far-fetched situation, we started talking about the most awkward moments of our lives and there we were rolling on floor laughing out loudly.

Awkward Story #1:

That was probably during my class 5 summer vacation. Cause on a working day I did not go to school.I was staring at TV whole day. My father was lying on the floor calculating something with some diaries around. Our main door was open and Ma was in the kitchen probably. Suddenly one fine lady opened the main gate of ours and I was peeping through the main-door curtain which I was doing by sitting on the sofa. She though looked unknown to me but with we-are-very-known-and-broad-smile kinda look she entered our home.In fact holding a big leaf in her hand. And crossing me in the dining room she approached to my father and told "Mr Sarangi, As you know you and me(we) are getting married this saturday, I have come here to invite you to our wedding party.Do come."(Of course in Oriya she told all these & Ran away like the same way she came).Ma & I were standing there around father gaping at him. With 2-3 minutes of figuring out what exactly happened, We all started laughing for like hours & hours. Mad People Amaze Us Most Of The Times .

Awkward Story #2:

Just couple of months ago,I requested for a cab facility to avail as I started working in second shift.My roommate who was supposed to go with my cab has moved temporarily to another location and so she could not join me in.So some other office friend was coming over to my apartment to pick me up.She said she was gonna bring another friend near by, and then we'd go together to office.  I had never seen that cab before, so I told her to call me when she got to my place.The text came:  "I'm here!"  I went out front and a little white car was parked in front of my apartment.It was already shiny & reflecting outside so I couldn't see through the windows.I just went and jumped in the backseat and dropped my bag near by.There, I found the a kid at the front seat started crying abruptly.Suddenly I jumped out of the car.And looked around.

She was parked behind the car with her head out the window laughing at me. 

Awkward Story #3 (Last one.. I could go on forever)

At the end year of college, all 6 of us girls decided to go to stay in one apartment for preparing for some exams.We were searching for apartments in Bhubaneswar. We went to one apartment complex with huge living room windows!  We thought that that would be a great place to live, so we walked inside the complex to check it out.  All of us girls walked up to the large window of an apartment, cupped our hands to our faces, and peered in through the doors. 

Turns out.. that apartment we decided to look into had their living room set up with their tv up against the window and a couch in front of it directly facing the tv (and naturally, the window).  And it just so happened that the couch (and living room) was full of people watching a movie.  And there we are, peering in through their living room window and making the most awkward eye contact with all of them.  

Immediately, all of us took off running without a second thought.We were completely out of the complex,across the parking lot,and halfway across the street before we realized what had happpened,so we sat down in the middle of the road and just laughed and laughed.

Adding on to some more situations it would be like, I once got into a toy car of my aunt's son,which had a closed case,just the doors were big.I was in class 6 then. I got stucked in there.And that took 20 minutes for my Ma to take me out of that small toy Car in front of all cousins.

Friday, December 14, 2012

It Could Be Your Voice Too..!!

While I opened my mouth & said that "No Problem and I will do it."Two of those new people started laughing.With What-Kind-of-accent-is-that-LOOK.And I saw that look. I saw that look a lot at lots of people's faces. And So I thought I could write it down here.

When I was in school days, I almost was about to participate in a Inter-School-Competition.I stood next to a girl that sang so loudly that sometimes I plugged my ears. Although,I tried to pretend I just had really itchy ears so she wouldn't take it personally.

Although I had deep interest in school debate and ex-tempore competitions.People  Actually,would appreciate at times and made me the winner and at times have mocked at me that my voice never touched my epiglottitis.I was a quiet singer.I wasn't even really a singer  -- I just thought I could do it better than my sister who really have herself a soothing voice.I do that sometimes.Try for the things at first place and then give up.Anyway, Now,The girl next to me was loud enough for the both of us anyways.What did my voice matter?

Well,one day,our teacher decided every person in the class needed to sing a solo. We would go down each row, and the next person would sing the next line of the song. Crap.I had been too busy "scratching" my ears and folding my sheet music into a fortune teller.  . . . I couldn't sing!!My Song was "HIND DESH KE NIWASI SABHI JAN EK HAI..."!!

We started our activity and everything was flowing smoothly.From the top,row to row,probably around 30 students.I was nervous.Finally,our row was up and the person at the end began a new verse.The megaphone girl sang.Then it was my turn.I sang my part so softly that I'm not sure I even heard myself.The person next to me was drawing in a breath to start their line when...  

My teacher stopped the class.

I was mortified.  

"Swagatika, will you please come down to the front of the class for a second."

I'm so awful that I'm the only person to have to sing again . . . I wish I could die on demand.

I walked to the front of the class thinking she was going to kick me out.I imagined her saying,"It's a tough musical world out there, and some people just can't make it.Not even in a 7th grade competition that is open to any student. . . I think you would be better.... elsewhere.Maybe the band will take you."

She had her arm extended as an invitation for me to come right up next to her.She put her arm around my shoulder and held me tightly facing the entire class.I stared at the carpet in front of me and tried to humor myself be saying the carpet looked like vomit anyways,so I would gladly take my stuff and leave.

I braced myself for all the words and fears I imagined were about to come out of her mouth.  She began to tell the class about the strength of some singers,that some people are naturally gifted with power in their voices,and many people come as natural, magnificent singers.(Except for this young child... My knees were shaking waiting for the final punch line.  C'mon woman,yank off the band-aid a little faster).

"Except others have more gentle and serene voices, and these voices can really unify a choir and make it sound as one. Swagatika,[as she pulls me closer],is probably the quietest person in the whole class.I want to highlight her for a moment to say that even as one of the quietest people, she has one of the strongest voices."
WHAT??  I think I just coughed a little.


My whole life, I have believed myself to have a quiet and low-pitched or may be a creepy voice.  

I don't mean that I speak or sing at a light decibel [Although I guess that is true too].But in a setting where stories, ideas, and opinions are being shared,I am more comfortable as a preacher.I come from a quiet family.My Parents work and come back to home and make dinner and silently eat at the table and then go to sleep silently.Though I pretend to be an extrovert I am a default introvert.

Yet, the inside of my head doesn't seem so quiet.It never has been.I talk with my mom for hours and hours every week, and she's constantly telling me to write all my theories and funny stories out in a book.When I get really comfortable with someone or I'm in my element, I just go -- stories, jokes, thoughts, and people ask, "Why aren't you like this all the time?"
I don't know!!

I've questioned myself about this hundreds of times, trying to psycho-analyze the cause of my suppressions. Do I think my stories aren't as funny? That I don't deliver my thoughts as eloquently?That others have "more powerful" voices than I do?Why don't I have more confidence with my voice? It got started in standard 4,while after holding the mike in my hand the very first line of the ex-tempore competition was "Oh My God, My Voice is gonna shiver." In front of almost 8 school teachers & thousand of those students.And all started laughing at me.That could have been the worst day of my life.But I came over.It's Okay.

Well,Really It's fine.I am over with it.Or may be I have accepted it the way it is.And I am telling you,I am fine with that look,You People.After all It's just a voice of any random person and It could do charms at times.May Be.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Oh, The Places You'll Go!

I will do ANYTHING besides preparing to pack my bag.

Did I tell you, I am moving! After a year trial my destination is defined. I am going to do my Masters in Information Systems & Operations Management at University Of Florida. And today happened to be the day, My Visa got delivered to my home.

And not so very surprisingly I am not happy. Just not happy. I knew it was about to happen. Anytime before I used to fancy Dr. Seuss telling "Oh the places you'll go".. and new people and lots of new things to learn and life moving on. It was enchanting of course. Till the time today. Suddenly ,but slowly, I have developed that fear inside me. Fear of moving away from everything in my very own country, office, flat and home & people. That word "change" is not so very easy to adhere to. Being on your own completely,in a small world and trying onto your goals was certainly so inspiring and when the goal is just some days away, I feel terribly alone.

I would rather clean my room, do the dishes, get amrita's mehndi done, look up old hindi movie videos on youtube, take my vitamins, fold laundry, sit on my bed, blog, watch my micromax bling charge, make a copy, quote movies, eat dark chocolate,sit in the cafeteria for hours, talking to near and dear ones about nothing valuable, eat chicken rolls every now and then, click a pen,stare at malgudi days book, lay on the floor, office swimming pool photo shoot, dream of swimming, and waiting to swim tomorrow after a long gap,drink coffee, stare out the window, talk to roomies about crushes, practice, do my hair, clip my nails, sort c.d.s, dust a shelf, read a book, read the paper, or talk to myself...

ANYTHING. Just as long as I don't have to do my packing.It bothers a lot.
Procrastination defines me. But alas, People have to move on...Neither Time waits for anybody nor I am a kiddo who is going to drop the plan forever. It has to work out. So off I go.
Hope my little life has something good to be unfolded.

Prayers! And prayers for all those who hold on to things till they get it done.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Three Little Words: You've Got Mail

I eat,drink,breathe and live on the movie called You've Got Mail. I mean it's totally a parasitical relationship.I wish I could take credit for what I am about to write, but I can't; Hollywood can however, but I would like to assure you that had I been born with brilliance or eloquence, I would have said this all a long time ago.
I am writing this simply because every time I see this movie, I can't help but think: I am Kathleen Kelly. Her lines speak from my heart.

"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void."

"I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings..."

"No. No, but... but there's the dream of someone else. "

"People always say that change is a good thing, but what it really means is that something that you didn't want to happen, has happened."

"What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me...And what's so wrong with being personal, anyway?...Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal."

"I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you."

"When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does."

"I'm completely jealous. When I'm confronted by someone I get tongue tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning over what I should have said."

And this is one of those best scenes.

It’s coming on Christmas, they’re cutting down trees. Do you know that Joni Mitchell song? I wish I had a river I could skid away on. Such a sad song. And not really about Christmas at all, but I was thinking about it tonight as I was decorating my Christmas tree; unwrapping funky ornaments made of popsicle sticks and missing my mother so much I almost couldn’t breathe. I always miss my mother at Christmas, but somehow it is worse this year since I need some advice from her. I need her to make me some cocoa and tell me that everything that’s going badly in my life will sort itself out.

Oh, how I love this movie.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

People and a lot of People..!

Just a round. Couple of things. Couple of People.With couple of lives happening around. It's 10.10 am.Plugged in to " Dil me jaagi dhadkan jaise ". Let this post be about as opaque as everything here.

Note #1
Place: Karjat
Time: 3.20am

It was not dusky to be true.But it was dark but not gloomy.I was all alone clinging to my goals of catching the CST.Saw a shoeless, shawl less man shivering on the ground  with a dog sleeping on him.Do you tend to offer the entangled shawl of yours to that man!! How would you have thought the world could get on to the way of humanity.

Note #2
Place: (Prakash Taran Pushkar)Bhopal
Time: 4.30pm-ish

There were 8 lanes of course.What did I see ? The 5th lane guy was having one leg.For heaven's sake, that moment I felt I seriously need to change my glasses. I am myopic and some days ago, somebody said I need a replacement for my pair of old specs. But this was not serious then. He was getting all pumped up with one leg and dived for butterfly kick.Yes. People do jump to water for that tremendous style with one leg too. My bad, I could not click him. But he is somewhere there in my brain and heart since that time. While you say this is a demented world, I look out for the word dement does really exist!!

Note #3
Place: Nectar Lab
Time: I am not so sure

42nd attempt of the day of a lady.In the preparation of Doxycycline. That had been series of failures since last  couple of 5 hours, But the adherence in achieving the wanted ain't been broken.She toiled hard. And she amazes me.

Its always been a mitzvah hovering around in every little things happenings and not settling for crumbs and trying on to something that you really want has never been easy.And those people who still are happy with all those catrilion moments are the reasons to jump up and up.

It's alright not to get the PhD in the varities and being happy just losening up with all smorgasbord :)

Monday, November 26, 2012

While You Were Sleeping

So this is about crazy coaches.Somedays before.It was winter and I was home and club swimming again at around 6.30am-ish.All the 18 and aboves were about to swim in a meet.That day the coach there...Let me describe how did he look and how did he react to me. I went up with my gym bag in one hand and asking,
"Coach,Could you train me up for the couple of weeks ahead. I kinda need to gear up for next meet."
He: Yes.We can get started any moment you wish.Our tariffs are all here in the board start point.Don't forget to check out.
Guys,I am going to make that secret,as it's a very known pool around here and any of you may spy on me for that matter.

Warm Up: 80 free, 80 kick, 80 pull.
Main Set: 10x10 free, 5x20 IM, 16x50 stroke.
Warm Down: Easy 30 free.
I mean I am not that a learner but not that a pro,for heaven's sake.
And it happened to be nightmare when I tried stopping in mid cause my teeth suddenly started aching and  one ligament in right leg got so stretched that I could find a weird gap between my two toes.
And then his screaming and whistle.
The whole day I was remorsed and limping around office,like in total uncordinated mood. Any of you might have marked that,My bad,I should not have made that
a scene.
I almost did not feel my feet and hands for some days after that and I ate like a mini whale.
My coach is crazy and I am funny.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Bush Tucker Man

Clinging on to whatever coming on the way.Been couple of days I forgot blogger site still works. People still amaze me. The same hackneyed happenings and new regular addiction in the evening: chicken chettinad roll.Andrew Zimmern,Jeff Corwin &  Bush Tucker Man.Bush Tucker Man was a great tv series that aired long back,talked about various bush tucker available.I think they should totally bring it back.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

You Think...

You think breaking a leg is easy... No. I am not about to gloat about my years old breaking-leg's ligament-saga.It's real break a leg saga. Since the time I came back from Nationals swimming, I have been thinking,like a lot. How do they do?I hop in to office cab, I plug in.It's steven curtis chapman's dive till the way I make it to office.I eat and I dream of being in water..And when I am getting free time I don't just forget to bing memes.Diwali is next week.Still have not have a chance to recall those old days fighting with her and complaining at papa that she took my extra two crackers. You never know. I may repeat this time too. We are travelling home. Four of us under one roof and talking about what-nots and ma's cup of chai. And gardens basil leaves smell in the evening while she waters, may be. The very thought of home is so satisfying. I'm now hitting a wall and need a coffee despite the thought that over-dosage of coffee may fetch me my own gravitational pull.

It's a decadent, need-to-be-nowhere in morning. Life is good...!!

Thursday, November 1, 2012


Lately It's been an ensemble of gourmandiser's era. I tend to eat every single stuff around me. Oh No. Pardon. I meant every single eatables.Like say, 11000 cal, a day. Not exactly counting but I do. Seriously,People give that weird look where I eat & drink hideously at the corner of the cafeteria. I just binged it.Do creatures like us show activities of sudden hunger. Prader-Willi Syndrome or Binge Eating disorder it might be. No kidding, it sounds a bunch of ominous activity.It's just getting that gross that friends around me have started prying on my platter of dinner or lunch in disgust look.I know, a perfect blogpost should not be about gloating around, but spare me again. Or talking of my swimmers group or those big stars  it's well and good if you over-eat. But entire day staring at the computer screen and you eat trillion dozens of oats biscuits with another dozens of dark chocolates, when do you easily get to get over with.Anyway, sooner or later with the hope that it would go away, I Lochte-rally(read it as literally) need to stop this or may I say when People tell me What I am eating is fattening and gross, my reaction is,
'cause I will swim it off in like a day or two.
Till then I am off to munching & gobbling.

Friday, October 19, 2012

You Know When...

Bad Day.

Back in those days, I just found myself lying on a cold  study-room floor eating oreo cookies and full hand of amul powder at 2pm.That sixth sense movie playing in my room because I had had an awful day. The next morning while I met Madhu In office I was sure to tell her, "you know it's a bad day when..."


She got crushed for a guy who we would refer to by first, middle, and last name. It was like the popular guy in total college era,and those names were always referred to on a first and last name basis. (Like Not just Angelina. Angelina Jolie.) This guy in particular actually had quite the iconic-sounding name, and I'd write it down for all of you, except if he were to ever Google himself, he would most likely find his way to my blog. Anyway, one day she got onto the beloved-aged orkut and found out that First/Middle/Last name of the guy had just entered into a relationship for all the cyber-world to see. She somehow ended up taking a walk in the rain that night, drowning (literally) in her sorrows.Caught up with fever followed by bronchitis and then screwed up one subject in semester. You know that saying, "Eight out of nine times the guy you're getting an ulcer over is not getting an ulcer over you.So Relax!!"This is actually true. I didn't hear from her for two days. When I met her long time after her first words were, "You know it's bad when..."


Yes.One depressed morning you felt like having chicken. You made it to MG Road KFC ,which ain't open for that day till the early time. And then with all desperado mind you travel back to Karkhana road KFC and  bought a bucket of chicken.Surprisingly you ate it all.And as the time passes your soundtrack changes from Nick Drake's Cello song(That once was inspiring to lead a morale life) to Alka Yagnik's "Dil Tha yahan abhi abhi"..And then you mumble to yourself , "You know it's bad when..."

This whole post is just a ramble, really, because sometimes that's all I want to do when I have free time. I'm glad that since this time we all have been gratefully making some epic strides.

I don't know how you can survive life without laughing at yourself.We all are morons one day and for the time lets just imitate now.Here.Dig a hole in your brain.

Go On. :)

Thursday, October 11, 2012


Once the Bata shoes started becoming muddy and then saturday came with white Lakhani shoes , and the sun became a little bit more orange than yellow, Saturdays weren't our favorites anymore, but Sunday nights were. Childhood is a favorite of all time in so many ways, but so many of my reasons is simply because of home. Growing up, we had our saturday morning parade, Sunday night Surabhi, Afternoon Mango feast at the backyard,Preparing for school-annual-festival,babysitting near by aunt's daughter during school days and best of all: Sunday late morning lunch like deep-fried rohu fish and boiled egg, and rice, and followed by curd.

It somehow became a tradition along the lines that the first TV Series we'd always watch together as a family during the season was Malgudi Days. It was always papa's favorite, and naturally, became one of mine too. My eyes always sting when I see the poster of that imaginary village with lots of  railway tracks zigzagging till the way your eyes can see.It just did not say so much. But I always felt so much. I still do.I still bought the book last month. Do they have Malgudi anywhere nearby. Did R K Narayan have been to such fortune of being to that place, time or he just tried to get us all stuffed hard!!


Monday, October 1, 2012

All Spiritual @4.00AM

So October starts here,with a heavy rain and lots of thoughts.And yes with an added feature like holiday's tomorrow.It's 4 am IST, To my surprise again I and my roomie are still awake and talking about the series of stories we've come across since our 25 years.So after this hours of jobless banter,I consider myself a very analytic person. I watch people, I listen closely.I eavesdrop on the couple sitting in the booth behind me when it is obvious they are on a first date,  I read people's tattoos(Knowingly My tattoo does not symbolize I go for guitars.I still search for connection in life among various fellas tattoos.) and ponder the meaning behind them, I dissect body language, and over-analyze punctuation in text messages. This often gets me in trouble with my own thoughts, but there are the rare and special moments when I witness something so personal and amazing that it makes for  an almost cinematic moment that most people wouldn't notice.

Like today for instance, I think I stretched my ligament a little more today in the morning warm-up, so I was slowly hobbling across swimming pool area to get started with my practice. As I walked,  I saw this young man in a motorized wheel chair coming toward me on the pool walkway, he looked as though he had muscular dystrophy or some sort of paralysis. I looked down at my phone to change the song, and when I looked back up to smile at him as we crossed paths, I realized that he had disappeared from my view. I kept walking and as I came around a pillar I saw that he had pulled his wheelchair up to the steps that overlooks the swimming pool.

He was as close to the topmost steps there,as he could get, with his head slung to one side of his wheelchair's headrest, he sat and watched as the tan, fit, athletes dove beautifully into the water, swimming easily with each stride. I wondered if this was a ritual, if he watched the swim team regularly or if he just happened to be passing by. Either way, whatever the case, it was a stark comparison. This boy in the wheelchair, with shriveled muscles, trapped in a body that doesn't work even half as well as it was meant to. I slowed my pace as I watched the boy, he lifted his head from his headrest, and barely able to support his head he looked down into the blue chlorinated water that gave these athletes a hobby, a way of life, a reason to push their bodies to limits. Limits that this boy had possibly never experienced.

Their lungs breathing deep- in and out of the water, strong shoulders pushing the weight of the water away from their bodies(Talking of which, I got to know a fact today, while I was reading Phelps hands propels a more 6 ft+ circle than his height.Which is absolutely one of the miracles. ), propelling them further across the chlorinated surface. Now keep in mind that I don't know this young man, I don't know anything about his condition, how long he has been in a wheelchair, his name, or even what color his eyes are.. but I do know that today he touched me in one of these strangely cinematic ways that I referenced earlier.

He made me grateful for my body, despite the fact that my foot was throbbing and I was limping across the total area, I have a body, a body that works well and a body that is healthy.I over-read at some place that, when we die, our spirits leave our earthly bodies and will be reunited with a perfect body.  Those who struggle in this life with a disability, a mental deficiency, an imperfect body, or whatever else may be their struggle, will have the chance to walk, run, swim, think, LIVE with a new and beautiful body in the most prime and perfect form that a body and a mind can be in.Sounds lame,right.However I have been thinking about that guy lately and I am sure we should be thankful for every little and big achievement and failure of ours.

It's late like almost morning. And it's raining that heavily outside that she opened to the balcony for 2 minute-ish and it's all mosquitoes around and That defines I am gonna have to pass the rest time like total awake(I almost feel like Les Stroud-ish).Now Is the moment when I miss Pragyan singing the below song at the terrace at midnight looking at the gazillion fireworks on the mountain of the small city Dhenkanal,emphasizing with her phony voice on,
"Roshhhniiiiiii kaa koi dariyaa to hai, haan kahi pe jaroor"

PS:I did not mean to get all spiritual on you,It's just happened.Now that it happened You can sleep off to a Thanksgiving to Almighty.Amen :)

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Gustakh Dil

I like living.I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
-Agatha Christie

I have had a couple of hard and busy days during the last days and that explains my occasional blogposts.While I talk of hard days it explains of how my swimming competitor beat me by 15 seconds and Unbelievably my new kurti got a big tear at the sides.And then I made this cauliflower curry which I not-so-dramatically-burnt(Gobi ain't my thing). Ah,Thou Petty Issues,Like Amrita says always.Talking of all I say it is as interesting as meeting Mahatma Gandhi or Diane Sawyer,somebody quoted,It takes just as long to be great as it does to be mediocre.So I might be taking out to be like a mediocre with the hope that  when time passes they certainly would turn out Great.Pretty late it is.Soundtrack reads,

"Hai barf si saanso mein
Ankhon mein dhuaan dhuaan (dhuaan dhuaan..)
Ye har pal kyoon khele hai
Gham ka khusi ka juaa juaa
Ye umeedon bhara
Ye khud se hi dara
Suljhe dhaago mein
Uljhaa hai kyun
Salahe salahe yeh khud ki bhi sunta nahi
Gustakh dil
Dil mein mushqil
Mushqil mein dil
Ho gustakh dil"

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Ravalgaon's Mango Mood

Holler ON.Let's just rewind couple of years from Now and get into those DD1 days.Talking of which,all of us can blabber those thousand dollar serials and ads,right.Who forgets those days!Alrighty,I am not gonna make any more nostalgic posts.Just a thought of the time.In fact A RAVALGAON MANGO MOOD Thought.My flatmates Birthday was,days ago.She got this box of varieties of chocolates of ages.

No matter how much you grow up and show those Un-hinged quel time are past us,with every small hinted entry of stuffs one would love to rewind them.I mean those Sunday Morning & DD1 cartoons and chandrakanta till mid-day!!But out of all I must say Mango mood had made my time then. It's like Jazzy-Lazy-Crazy,For every Mood -Mango Mood From Ravalgaon. :) I used to figure out my day's luck with the piece of wrapper I got for that day In the shop. And then when my sister's got that lazy flavor,It was not a good day for her,as we were high on poking her,totally.

Anyway,The whole point is it's all our mind and what we cook inside.There was this quote somebody qouted,"Make your mind an interesting place to live for the rest of your life."
PS: I just had a good time with Barfi and swimming today.Soundtrack of time:

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Believing In Something Is...

You waste not-so-reasonable money behind a piece of Hair Clip that only does not hold your hair right,but loosen up every minute you move your head while talking & you still wear it.

"And everybody knows where this is heading 
Forgive me for forgetting 
Our hearts irrevocably combined 
Star-crossed souls slow dancing 
Retreating and advancing 
Across the sky until the end of time"

Friday, September 7, 2012

Tiny Little Secrets

While I am not really in a mood of sounding profound and striking my knowledge-streaks at almost mid-night, I just figured out that I can not just keep awake all night doing nothing.So here comes the post.Yet another cheesy post and you know why.Follow-ups to the book I am now with.I am gonna let out couple of my creepy secrets just to feel that after-this-post-I-may-see-my-mirror-effect-and-drop-the-very-grotty-idea.Anyway.

1.In the afternoon when I reach out to my workstation I always drink the water from the bottle which I left last night.And every time I lie to Amrita that I filled this afternoon.
2.I may ask people's name every now and then even after iterative introduction.I mean I-give-that-what's-there-in-a-name kind of look but then deep inside I think am I that guy with Korsakoff's syndrome from 51st Dates?
3.I side-cut that sweet polka dotted black skirt of my sister with the hedge cutter just cause she accidentally discolored my red-top that I was so in love & wore that to almost all morning English classes in a row.
4.I redeem with my talks in-front of messy friend group that Shawshank Redemption is one of my favorite number where as I just have not watched it end-to-end ever. I just fast-forward it every time.Replace that with You've got mail.
And wait.Last one is a hit.Watch out.

He: So what's the weekend plan?
I: Oh, Some good sleep and then may be skating or swimming.
He: Oh nice to know that you do skate. So what,Roller? (*Snorts*)
I: Surely Nope. I do Inline.It's pacing up buddy.Ain't no Kid with rollers ON.You gotta be kidding me.
Damn. I am an In-line novice FYI.I always do much of air sorta banter to people who snorts at me.

Anyway,Let's snap off here and complete the book. Chapter 7.


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Ladies Night

Pacing Up.Days are busy. No,not that busy but depicting busy day wouldn't hurt much.Catching up 1000 things at the same time would hurt rather.My new book got started.Let me tell you what I am up to.How many cheesy stuffs I am wrapped up with.Holes in Brain,Literally.

I got started with Shopaholic Abroad by Sophie Kinsella. Why don't they come up with Rebecca Bloomwood shits afters Confessions ... Cause People like me dig that shit.And then bummer.The five year engagement plan,Made Of Honor,When In Rome.I ain't kidding.Well Slumdog and so very oliver twist sagas may go to ad nauseum era for the time.Fundamentals and values,Oh they come and go. At times crocky movies happen to light up. And Yes,Over-swam.So after all this head full of chicky-flick and book,I am not gonna say I am always right. But kinda happen to be like I AM. 

Exhibit A.

Last night, after doing this dishes (that’s right… I do the dishes. I’m the lady who handles office piece of job,calls,swims a lot,gorgeous roti maker, AND good with my hands!), my best-y-roomie sauntered over, and the following conversation took place.AFAIQ,She is the suze in confessions of a shopaholic who bear a inquisitive mind and demanding(That's cause I at times surrender myself for her sisterly care and delivering my bed-tea in the morning.)

She: Why aren’t all of the glasses in the drainboard?
Me: What?
She: You put some of the glasses on the slab, and not in the drain board to let them dry.
Me: What difference does it make?
She: It makes a difference to ME.Coughs.To all of us.We prefer them to all be in the drain board.[Mark the We tone,she does that to mean the partner in crime.Mother of Slyness,Huh.]
Me: Have you taken a look at all the glasses and plates that I DO have in the drain board?
She: Yeah, so?
Me: Yeah, so? There is NO room for the extra glasses, so I’m letting them dry on the slab.
She: What do you mean, there’s no room. Of course there’s room!
Me: No there’s not. Where do you see any room to put these glasses?[Recently we've started being extremely rich in cutlery set for the flat's been full of aunty,Uncle and so and so atithi.We girls are so full of kitchen stuffs.]
She: Just rest them on top of the other glasses.
Me: You can’t do that… they’ll fall and break.
She: No, they won’t. 
Me: Yes, they will.
She: No, they won’t. Believe me… I've been doing the dishes too, and I stack the glasses every damn time, and the glasses are just fine.
Me: I don’t know what you do every time, but this damn time, there is too much crowd in the drain board, and if I try to rest those extra glasses on top, they are going to break.
She: They would break, if you did it.Remember Hot milk-pot case.(I did that once and the case is still open to my surprise, now I know.) But I do this all the time…. Just move over and let me do it. I don’t want glasses lying on the dirty slab.
Me: That is a very stupid plan.Besides the slab ain't dirty.Maasi's just washed it off now.
She:Would you just pause for a little.Really You talk too much. Here, let me show you…..

And with that, She bumped me to the side, and began to stack the offending glasses on top of the others.

It really did look like an expert job. I could tell that she in fact DOES do this all the time by the expert way that she stacked glass after glass……
…. The near perfect form she used as each item got perfectly perched upon another…….

In fact, it was SO perfect, that it took a WHOLE TEN SECONDS for one of the glasses to begin to slide off the one it was sitting on, tip over, and do a series of end-over-end somersaults down the pile of dishes, off the counter, where it admittedly made a near PERFECT explosion of glass shards as it came crashing down onto our kitchen floor.

We both stood there for a few seconds, neither one of us saying a word. Inside, I was feeling quite happy with myself.

I was about to either offer up an encouraging word of support, or throw out one of my really ratty sarcastic comment about what a good job she did, when she looked up at me and said…..

“I don't believe you.How did you stack em all before. You're just Gross with everything in kitchen.”

Soundtrack of the time: Ladies night.
Serve yourself.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Mustang Sally

You Guys. I am damned.Dejected.Ever feel like a walking train wreck? I am now. Yep. Rants ON. And you sure want to know why! Cause my mom scolded me.I am one of those skanks who never listens to parents. Today she had this day-dream that I am gonna fall ill and she called me to keep on warning not to keep my Bus window open as it's been raining almost all day. We're having a bad-weather-day here.And of course I would not bear the very idea of sitting on my ass being claustrophobic there. I ignored her and here I am blogging up with wet-eyes and sore throat and doomed feel.What hurts the most is,I am gonna have to cancel my morning swimming plan tomorrow and switch off the fan tonight.Yikes.Talking of swimming,let me tell you, I ain't anymore that girl in a small-town who was craving for barbie-doll figure.I do swimming ,cause I love the rhythm that flows from toe to head.It's the way the hands move after each other in a sync and the legs flap,and the way you can see the ground below 9 feet lucid water.Everything.That could be so captivating that I can spend my whole life swimming.People run after barbie doll size.I mean seriously.Barbies are dolls. They are to be played with. Nobody has ever figured out what a Bratz doll would look like in life size with the same proportions ...or maybe they have... my guess is that it would have a rather difficult time supporting its ginormous head.

I recently read an article somewhere tearing apart Mattel for selling barbies. The article took the stance that Barbies are responsible for setting unrealistic expectations on our bodies growing up. I don't know about you ladies - but Barbie? Nooo. They let their best to curl the strangles of hair to barbie sorta. I also noticed that they are very aerodynamic when launched at my cousin's feet first over a decade. Why would they stop now?
Stop blaming a plastic toy. I get that Hollywood places unrealistic expectations that women sometimes feel pressure to emulate. But as long as the world is turning - they will have plastic dolls with long legs, teeeensy waists AND they will have some kind of pageant awarding women for something that they had very little to do with - genetics and hair spray. Don't get me wrong; some of these ladies are very committed to healthy living and to working out - and god knows I get how hard that can be since I work my ass off - some have even demonstrated some impressive levels of academia... but mostly people - they are there because they have mastered the most important skills of all; teasing their hair, putting just the right amount of Vaseline on their teeth and knowing which heels will really set that jeans off.... I still watch the shite. I still play with buy Barbies (for my uncle's daughter...) Can't help it. We're just a bunch of critical enablers.My point is - I think blaming Mattel for poor body image makes about as much sense as blaming a toy company because you couldn't find a real pink pony with wings. Unless someone actually has... in that case - I want one too...
I may find our twin barbies with one eye gone somewhere under the bed this time during the next break to home.And then I may think of my old days while I & my Sista wasting entire evening making a polka dotted matching hand-gloves, and on the very holler of Maa both of us would hide it at certain corner of study-room that we could never find it back.To our surprise again after ages of exams and years you find it under the sofa-set and there is a spider living inside it and then you are traumatized and then you have to check those hand-gloves too haven't become an arachnid haven..Oh I miss every little corner of my home and those piles of old books on shelves and father's umpteen bills and receipts under the teapoy sheet and most importantly I am totally a goner with my words and my sore-throat. I am that sick. Gotta scoot. May be 3-4 Namcold along with Crocin would kill my cold.I can not even read what I am writing. To hell with coldness & may be fever by this time now.Go away. G'nyt.

PS: Inspiration for the post: Mustang Sally.Wilson Pickett just picked up my mood in doomsday like this.But hey.I am not Sally and don't either own a Mustang.So don't you judge me.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Jazz Time

Aloha.Time 12.37am.I am tired to the bones.I got a bed nicely-made right in front of me to crash on.But what am I doing is, analyzing accents.We had this funny call set up this night with bunches of onsite guys.Couple of them were British and imagine my happiness. I'm like head over heels for their accent.We know it's just no case of Medulla Oblongata,but still.And when we talk British, their slang have the particular taste.Oh ,Mate,I can not just scribble the total part now.Super-drowsy,I am.Stick around,I will come up with a big post soon.
And you really don't wanna miss the below jazz.
Let's just call the whole thing off.

Quel Night :)

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Old Man & The Sea

"The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea."
-The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway

You know what today is! Well not Diwali. But why does he pop up in my mind. It's been October 1992 Diwali,my Grandpa left me.I was still talking to him while travelling.He was there motionless and almost gone to another world in the car.I thought he would wake up and yell at me for distorting his well-managed coiffure.And of course unlimited story of fishing at the bay side and bringing aayi's hand made milk-pedas.

One  particular saturday,I had my school off.We,at the river-side screaming,fishing,counting the number of fishes we caught.

Me: Why do you call me Andakhai, aaja?

Him: Cause you always have one of those in breakfast. Be it chicken's or be it fish's,Don't you?

Me: But why do call Di Mendhakhai(Sheep-eater) then? She does not eat any of those?

Him: Well,it rhymes with you.Though she's a resemblance with mutton-eater.So I derived.

[I,busy in thinking how valid the point is.]

Him: Now you can be a crab-eater. We got many of those this turn.

Me: Aayi's gonna make my day.[Running away back home..]

20 Years since then and I still feel like missing country-side-fishing with Aaja.

Memories. They don't die.