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.