When it rains, it pours...

Have you ever wondered how it always rains when
a) you are late to work
b) you forget to carry your jacket
c) you wear white
d) all of the above

just a thought...

Please be back soon...
Please be fine again...
Someone here is waiting for you.

Not a good day :-(

I am unwell. Have fever. Could not give the test today. Had a presentation too but was not able to give that as well. Was feeling so bloody low. Wished mom was near me. Wanted someone so badly near me but there was noone. All ma frinds were in the college and the person I could always count on is too far away from me right now.
To make things worse, even he is in hospital right now. Where is he? What happened to him? Why is he there, I have no clues.. I am feeling so damn helpless...Wish I hear from him very soon.

Track on ma winamp:

Dil to kehta hai

Voices

It's truly fantabulous how a voice can evoke a million memories....how it can cajole you into living and reliving an entire lifetime of events, experiences, moments.
I know you're reading this and i want to tell that I miss your voice.
The way you try to sing under your breath.
The little squeek that it gets when ur arguing.
The way the 'ee' of your sorrys are barely said.
The way you say my name.
I want you to know that I miss your voice.
That I miss you.

What a Wonderful World

----------- High on Louis Armstrong's What a wonderful world.

I see trees of green....red roses too
I see 'em bloom.... for me and you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue..... the clouds of white
The Bright blessed days....the dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty..in the sky
Are all sort of faces.....of people..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin'.. how do you do
They're really sayin'......I love you.

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself ....what a wonderful world.

Movies seen lately...

Requiem for a dream (absolutely heart breaking....lovely)
Cold Mountain (a must see)
Incredibles (Wow!!!)

All these movies are must see.k?

So do let me know which all u have seen and how will u score them?

Track on ma winamp:

Bryan Adams - Cloud # 9

I wish I could write better
for there is so much more to say, but
these silly flights of fantasy
they stole my words away.

Thought for the day!

Sometimes you don't have to say a word to hurt someone.
Silence can be just as cruel...and sometimes more.

I want to cry.
I have to cry.
No reason but the sudden urge in me to cry.
To feel sad.
To be felt sympathetic at.
I want someone near me.
I don't want any one near me.

Waiting...

Moon River. Do I know a more poignant song? Audrey Hepburn, sitting on her fire escape, singing slowly and with all her heart – that’s where I am today. Aching for the friends that aren’t here. Uncomfortable knowing that I will never have all the people I ache for in the same city as me. Actually, there isn’t an “all” – there are maybe just three or four people I’m longing to see tonight. I’d settle for just one, really, if I could.

There is a place I fell in love with from the moment I sat down there. There is the extraordinary feeling of wanting to be in no other place but that one. There is the extraordinary feeling of being with a person I want to be with, of knowing the place I was going to fall asleep in that night was exactly where I want to be.

I worry sometimes that my friends will forget me. That if I will stay away too long, because I cannot go home, and when I do go home, they will have learned to be without me, just as I sometimes must get on without them. I worry when the person I get along with best in the world doesn’t call in a day. How long will they go without before they begin to let me go?

You would think I would have learned by now, where I want to be. But I haven’t. If there’s something I fear more than losing my friends, it’s losing the magic of a place I love. I fear routine, I fear not being able to get excited at an evening there; I fear that talking to him each night before I fall asleep will get dreary. Is there another way to do this? I don’t know. All I am certain of is that where I am is rarely where I want to be right now.

Timeout!

I am out of ideas.

Status : blank
Thoughts : none
Labour : 100%
Luck : none
Will : Absolute

Track on ma winamp :

Passion Fruit - Rigga Digga Song

The big Five - O

1) I'm doing this to distract myself from the text books to be read that will soon topple over and bury me.
2) I like Mondays when they're wet and rainy and everyone's pretending to work.
3) Riding the Bangalore Autos late at night always makes me feel scared to death.
4) I get tired of the rain very soon. I mean i love rains but I dont like them to pour the whole day long. If it rained every day for a year, I'd get mad!
5) Snow is pretty, but not as conducive to wonder.
6) I look thoughtful a lot, but usually I'm just wondering what lunch is.
7) The wod on ma mouth these days is fuck!
8) I can walk round in circles for hours.
9) I must blow-dry my hair everytime I wash it but then I think about the bad consequences and stop.
10) I can doze off in a dentist's chair - with seven instruments in my mouth and the light in my face.
11) At college I'm bouncy and sunshine-y. They know nothing of my sinister side.
12) I hate the bathroom of ma new house.
13) I like guys of the North Indian origin. Dimples obscure everything else.
14) In a relationship, more than sparkling conversation or mind-numbing talent, I need reassurance. Sometimes, I need scholarly stimulation too.
15) Still, I'm partial to musicians.
16) Physical attraction is essential.
17) I've been in love, without question, once. He was a bad choice.
19) In school, I was very good bodied.
20) There isn't any black-and-white in my life.
21) I'm a sucker for self-help books or articles.
22) Which is probably why I'm big on poetry too.
23) After many, many drives up and down mountains, I am not scared of hieghts.
24) I do not travel light.
25) I go to church for many reasons.
26) I've had hangovers many a times.
27) I hate melodrama and stuffy people.
28) As compared to ma thighs, my calves aren't fat.
29) It really annoys me when people buck in line, or don't form queues.
30) I cannot go a week without having a real-life conversation with anyone.
31) I wish I worked with my hands more.
32) I like happy people. Even if they make no sense.
33) I don't know how am I as a girlfriend.
34) I'm righthanded. Yes, this does mean I'm smarter, and luckier, and more creative than you.
35) I'm usually reasonable. Even when others can't see the reason.
36) I've have been dumped.
37) The left of ma waist has a black mole. I never realized it till last week.
38) I'm bad at telephone conversations.
39) My first best friend was a girl who could not pronounce 'R'.
40) I used to pretend to be nonchalant and low-maintenance in relationships.
41) I'm running out of things to say.
42) Potatoes are my favourite vegetable. Mostly because it's hard to go wrong with them.
43) My hair is straight, and dark brown except a srand which is blonde.
44) When I'm depressed, I eat chocolates.
45) I'm glad I don't have a shrill voice.
46) One of my passwords is the name of my favourite band. U will never be able to guess it.
47) I smoke, but very occasionally, and that too in co.
48) I think, in a relationship, the man should love the woman just a little bit more.
49) Pani Puri is my favourite street food.
50) I'm a morning person, though most people wouldn't believe it.

What to call him??

‘Boyfriend’ sounds like he’d drop me home in a car (because the city isn’t nice to girls at night), kissing my cheek lightly while he said a tender "goodnight, sweetheart". It sounds like he’d take me for a well planned dancing and drinking date, and hold my hand when I'd go to the dentist.

He’d be someone everyone assumes is my ride to the theatre (even if it was a group thing). He would know what clothes I had ("Why don’t you wear that black sleeveless thing with the V-neck?") and pat me proudly on my head if my earrings matched my shirt. It would also mean he is supposed to carry my luggage, and be nice to my friends even if he wants to strangle some.
Still, they call all boys with girls that.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" they’ll ask, if they see her with him more than twice. "You wont come for Sarkar? I’ll get two tickets for you?" It makes the boy someone I picked off the department store shelf marked ‘Boyfriends’. And I’d like to ask what he’ll be called if he was 30. Boys don’t automatically graduate to husband, you know.
And it makes him single-roled. And makes us a unit. No personality, no idiocity, no separate lives.

Lover, I’ll call him. Smiling, quiet. Light on his feet. Sexual. And not my conjoined twin.

The fountainhead

Finally the book is finished. I know, I know, it is a little too late for me to finish the book but somehow things just dragged on......
Anyways, absolutely love the book. THe philosophy portrayed in it is so real, just that we do not tend to think in the same lines..

Loved the whole book but there is a line in it which I found sooo good..

Ellsworth Toohey: We're alone. Why don't you tell me what you think of me.
Howard Roark: But I don't think of you.


Go out guys.. grab a copy for urself!!

Movie see lately:

WRONG TURN

ok dokie sort of a movie. puts u in a nice freaky mood!!

PEOPLE I AM BACK. FINALLY. THE EXAMS ARE OVER. SHUT UP! DO EVEN ASK ME HOW THE !@#$ DID THEY GO!! K? THEY GOT OVER ON THE 18TH BUT NOW THE INTERNL TESTS ARE GOING ON. BUT WHO REALLY GIVES A SHIT TO THOSE. I M BACK TO BLOGGING. AND IT IS LIKE OXYGEN IS COMING BACK TO MA ARTERIES!!!!! PHEWWW!!

Track on ma winamp -

Abba Cadabra - Mama Mia

My uncle claims to know

The other day i was cleaning ma kitchen, (yeah! i do all this too at times, n unfortunately i have to do all this dirty work, as ma roommate does not find reasons enough to unglue herself from her beau.. another sad story.. to be told at a later date).. i pulled out an old box of petha.. petha from Agra. Panchi Petha..

Agra.....sigh....hot Agra, dirty Agra, stinky Agra..... chaat wala Agra, late night drives Agra, lazing on the bed Agra. I have such wonderful memories of Agra.....Agra, my home Agra.

It's strange that people who've never lived in the place always complain about how it's always hot and stinky. "The minute you pull into the railway station, you'll know from the smell that you are in Agra. You can't miss this place even if you were knocked out cold, the heat will definately wake you up," my uncle always say during our conversations at his home .

But little does he know of the wonders of this city. What does he know about driving home from tuition and discusing pregnant pauses with friends, of sitting on the bed all day long and dreaming of things that might never be. Of watching movies by the dozens in 50 rupees in the poshest of movie theatres. Of staying awake all night singing songs and listening to poetry.

Of waking up early to face another 14 hour day. Of having joint study sessions with the girls and freaking the servant out. Of planning for countless vacations that we never end up taking. Of slumber parties and boys, and girls and heartbreaks. Of train rides that were and never were. Of posing for photographs and capturing one. Of mossambi juice on the terrace and cinema classes.

What does he know of passing notes during the most boring of classes, and stealing moments to stroll in the colonies. Of playing videogames with sibling when mom is screaming to have lunch, study, to take a shower..bla bla bla and getting screamed at by the principal every second day. Of rainy days shared under a single umbrella and teary goodbyes under a star sprangled sky.

What does he know of meeting at My kind of place and eating hot breads. Of talking over the phone. Of drinking on the sly and dancing without music. Of comforting friends and fighting with them.

What does he know of all the friends trying each morning to wake up an hour early to shed those extra pounds. Of Supriya and Taniya. Of Himani and Megha and Neha and me.

What does he know about Agra when he's never lived there. What does he know...

Track on ma winamp :

The room on top of the stairs - by (unknown).. i dunno

All i know is that it is a song that showers memories on me... memories.. wonderful memories..