Wah aRe yu rEaDinG ????

A nosey little female sitting next to me on the company bus was peeping into the book i was reading, trying to read the title.She couldn't.

Finally she says to me,’ What are you reading ?
' Me: 'A book'.
She: 'Oh, yes of course, but may i know the name?'. No you may not. Me: 'Oh it's 'How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got A Life'
She made a face like i was reading a porn magazine. Excuse me???

The next week, again she was sitting next to me, 'What are you reading?' Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhh.
Me :'Not without my daughter'.
She :'Oh, what's it about?'.
Me :' Well it's about a woman who was forcibly kept in Iran by her husband and his relatives'. Or was it Iraq ?
She : 'Ohhhhhhh'.

The next week, She :'Oh, you are reading 'Anne Frank'.
You like to read about tortured and oppressed people.'
What kind of a question is that? I am running out of patience with her.

I dislike people who try to judge others on the kind of books they read.
I may not like Shakespeare, reason being that i don't understand him, though i love his stories.
I may not like to read self-help or motivational books.
Did i say anything to you when you were reading,' How to make yourself happy’? NO.
Each to his own.

I may read whatever i want to lady and you are nobody to judge me.
You better get that.
I am reading 'Fishbowl' currently, some obscure book i picked up on impulse recently.
I am sure she will ask me,’ What are you reading? What is it about?'
Oh, it's about 2 fish living in a bowl. Eww... Sidy i know.

I want to read this book called 'How to be a porn star'.
Well don't get me wrong but it's about a girl who turned to porn and later how she became the head of a successful firm that produced blue films.
Sounds interesting to me and i liked the reviews i read on Amazon.

Now all i have to do is muster up enough courage to ask the bookshop people if they have this book OR i could simply order it on Amazon. :D

Rain,rain go away come again another day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When a kid I used to feel this rhymes a very odd one,cos as a child i used to love rain and never wanted rain to go away....buh now I'm not sure...

Its raining hard … its become so gloomy .. and gloomy means sleepy.

Rains are the best when u sit at home drinking tea watching your favourite movie or reading a nice book or simply lazing around.That’s what rains are for.

Rains make people feel lazy , they make ‘me’ lazy ; I wish I could just crawl under the covers and enjoy the rain falling against my window.

Then I would not have to walk ;read run , I’m always late for my bus to work ; dodging the puddles, jumping and hoping around like a 5 year old, i could also spend a rainy day at a multiplex watching movies back to back.

One of the things that makes rains special is the number of places one can visit; places that look pretty only when it rains.The mist,the fog, the waterfalls at every corner. Wonderfull.

Rains remind me of younger days,of duck boots, of wearing colorful rain coats covering everything from head to toe and still managing to get wet inside.I just cannot forget how crazy i was for umberallas,buh amma never used to give us one :( ...It also reminds me of long walks; of pakodas, chai and sinhagad.

How can i forget my song"Walking in the moonlight and thinking of u.......lalalalalalalalal....listening to the raindrops and thinking of you"....For some reason i had started loving rain ...now i really dont know..whether i love it or not....

Ooops !!! It's started pouring again, Excuse me while i go check the rains from the window with a cup of tea..............

Why do I Blog? :D

Actually this had to be my first blog..buh tats fine...now better then late.. :)

Having a blog has changed the way I think, the way I feel about bloggers who write up and down the page and strangers who write about themselves.

I was of the opinion that blogs are simply for writing, but reading more blogs has made me realize that it’s not just about writing, it’s about expressing. Expressing anger, fear, happiness, depression, it’s also about seeking support.

It’s about the excitement you feel when you see the first comment of your post(personal ones). It’s also about improving as a person, as a writer.

I generally have a lot of things in my mind to blog, but they are not usually the ones I post, I sit down to write something and I end up writing something else, something I did not intend to.

I blog it without re-reading it, if I did that, I would find it very difficult to blog. I read my very first post a lot of times, but that’s about it, never again.

I find my friends cheering up and feeling sad at times by reading my blogs, my space is just known to my friends..i dont write specifically on someone...and when write,they know about whom it is... :)

Finally I blog because it gives me pleasure, it gives me an emotional release, it gives a place to write down what I want to, rather whatever I want to..... :D

Our Bikini Hero In College.... :)

Today I would like to tell you about a guy I was in college with. Why?

Hell, even I don’t have the faintest of idea. I was going through my previous mails, mails from last one and a half year, and I read all his mails and I couldn't help laughing though I really really dislike him.

He was my senior and we always thought he used to like one of my friends. Well because he used to actually stare at her all the time. He even offered to give her the inside information about the backlog papers, I remember we teased her a lot about it. Little did I know that all this is going to come back to me.

We called him the 'Bikini Hero'. When we went to Goa for a college trip for 5 days, we went to a beach and there he was in a pink jockey.I mean, come on, which guy wears pink, baby pink with flowers on it. That’s when we prefixed the word Bikini to him.

I used to get anonymous mails from an email id called 'alwaysurs' with all stupid sentences like 'You look good in your red tee. You look good when you smile' and stuff. Equally sad. I knew it was him. He should have gone back to high school.

On the last day of the college he gave me a love letter. I guess he was nervous. He gave me a paper with a list of telephone numbers instead. He came back within 2 minutes and exchanged the paper. I don't know how i suppressed my laughter. He went away without saying a word.

After I finished college, his mails continued, some how he got my Office id and started mailing me there as well. Once I was so pissed off, I told him I’ll take police action if this doesn't stop.

Wanna guess his answer?
'I am so sorry, but I can’t help myself. I'll always wish the best for you. But I want to wish you on 3 special days. Your birthday, friendship day and Valentines Day.'
Why the hell should you wish me on Valentines Day. Anyways he kept the promise.
The last mail I received from him was on my Birthday (22nd apr).

And part of it goes like this
"How have u been? Hope every thing is fine at ur end.
Could you pls give me an alternate e-mail id where I can mail you.I would want to wish you on every birthday of yours till the end of my life.
Buh no way i could reply him...dont wanna b intouch with him...

" LOL. Whatever!!!
After writing so much i wonder how could i write about him in here.... :D

"People who don't know english should not try to blog”.

This is what i read recently on one of the blogs..
Who gives these people the right to decide who can blog and who cannot ?
Most of the people start a blog because they write well.
But there are some who are not very good at it,but still no one should stop them from expressing their opinions.
Let such snobbish people go to hell.
Let us keep on blogging whether we are good at it or not.
What is in your hands darlings is to comment or not to comment.
Let's keep it that way..... :)
I wrote this immediately after reading that statement.I didn’t post a comment then because I thought I was over reacting, but what the hell..

PreCious MoMents I Treasure.......

Falling In LOVE....
Laughing till my stomach hurts.....done it like hell.
Enjoying a ride down the country side.
Listening to my favorite song on the radio.
Going to sleep listening to the rain pouring outside.
Getting out of the shower and wrapping myself with a warm,fuzzy towel.
Passing final exams with good grades....has happen very few times :)
Being part of an interesting conversation.
Finding some money in my old jeans....tat really makes me happy...
Laughing at myself looking at the mirror.
Sharing a wonderful dinner with all my close buddies....
Laughing without a reason.
"Accidentally" hearing someone say something good about me.
Watching the sunset....makes me sad....prefer not looking at it....
Listening to a song that reminds me of an important person in your life.
Feeling this movement in my body when seeing this "special" someone.
Having a great time with my friends.
Visiting an old friend of mine and remembering great memories.
Teardrops rolling down my cheeks thinking of someone... :(
Hearing someone say "I LOVE YOU"

How Much Do I Remember?

Karaoke, lit fireplaces, burgers, music, movies, performing on a stage, books, candles ... even better diyas, smell of crackers, the way wet grass feels under my feet.

Cycling, walking, the tinkles of a wind chime, the sound of bangles, the first rain, wet mud, romance, first flower in spring, extra large burger with extra mayonnaise extra sauce, extra everything.

Fried chicken, corn, a glass of cold water on a hot hot afternoon, riding thru' my city on my bike, beaches, dancing all night, the way an old book smells, a genuine compliment, first salary, holding something you wanted for sooo long, roaming around with my best chidlhood friends.Being me.

There is a dialog in an Indian movie, "How many days do you remember in the 30 years that you have lived?Days like your first job, your first suit, your first salary, the first time you touched, the first time you kissed, the first time your heart skipped a beat.......20? 30? Where have the rest of the days gone? "

I tried to match up the special days of my life to the number, I couldn't, where have the rest of my days gone?Have I not done much worth remembering, worth savoring? worth writing?So I tried to match up with my favorite things, but alas, they don’t match up too.

I must have missed something; I must have missed a lot.

So I have an unwritten rule for myself from today. I am going to note down all the beautiful things I have seen, or all the moments that have made me smile, made me feel humbled. I want to match up, and make sure that after 10 years I don’t ask myself "where have all these years gone?"

How Much Do I Remember?