Time Is Not An Excuse

To whoever says,' I did not find the time' to anything they have to do, this post from a fellow-blogger should serve as inspiration enough.



Shortest blog ever!

I'm tired. I'm pissed off. I'm going to make this as blunt as possible.Played billiards enjoying uni watched King of the Hill laughed discovered that mega-hot/cute girl that's been driving me crazy up until now displays interest in me woot discovered I'm responsible for three projects due at the end of this week I'm screwed.

Meant To Be

Sometimes, against any will or inclination on my own part, I am forced to believe in the meant-to-be.

It happened a couple of days ago, a tiny occurence by general standards, yet not lost on me for it's sheer message. Anyway, what happened was that the folks decided upon impulse to go out for dinner. When we reached the restaurant, it was absolutely packed, obviously with movie-goers to the nearby theatre. So it was decided to wait it out, and kill time at the Oxford bookstore nearby. So far so good.

Now this bookstore is particularly jinxed for me. I never really managed to find a book I felt like buying from there, and even the one or two that i HAVE somehow bought have never been completed or truly enjoyed. So i had learned to visit this one bookstore with no exceptional enthusiasm.

This time i loafed around browsing, enjoying the superb airconditioning more than the choice of Doyle, Brown and Keats. Then I walked over to a not-so-promising corner. And there, i found it.

The book said, 'Wake up and Dream!' I picked it up instinctively and started reading...and soon i was dreaming.

It just yelled out to me to buy it. It couldn't wait, it was the only copy left. Hmmm..not very costly either. None of the pro's and con's mattered , though, coz i knew the book was mine the moment i had picked it up.

Oh, and now it is officially mine.

That very morning I had been having a heart-to-heart with God and I had asked Him a question. And this was how He answered. Perfectly. Like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle.

A diversion from a freak dinner date, at 10 in the night, and a question in my head. Time, place and circumstances do not matter where the answer is meant to be.

I came across some beautiful lines today. These are some of the lyrics of a song called Everybody's Changing by Keane...it is one of the most wonderful songs i'v heard of late.


You're gone from here
And soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same

Miracled

Today cannot go unblogged.

Today was my day of miracles. Everything i touched turned to gold. Everyone I saw, met, interacted with, seemed like they had been sent down from heaven, specially for me.

I do not know where and how it started. I definitely did not wake up in love with the world. In the duration of 16 hrs i was made to fall in love with it and tonight i shall go to bed, smitten.

My day started normal. Woke up, went swimming, devoured a bowl of cornflakes and settled down with the newpaper. Today was the second-last day of the month of Ava (water), a month in which to worship and honour the element of water. I have had a love affair with water since forever, so i wanted to celebrate the magic of this month through my own prayer. So i went along with dad to this well near Azad Maidan that is supposed to be holy. There were a few men and women there, all engrossed in silent prayer, some sitting on little green benches and others preferring to stand by the well. As i lighted a 'diya', i was enamoured, once again, by the majesty of the steady flame. Somehow it reminded me of the movie 'Black' that i had seen yesterday.

I think that was when the madness commenced. Every face i looked into, Divinity shone right back at me through it. As, after having gazed enough into the water, i sat on a bench to read my little book of prayer, wondering what had come over me, the book opened to a page which read, 'I am in each of you, and everywhere.' Now i pride myself in being quite a believer, but this was pushing it too far...even i was spellbound at the pat answer to a question i was still about to ask.

Anyway, the madness continued throughout the day. I think today i have seen angels, what they call 'farishta'. I even got the same vibe from the eyes of a dog i came across on the street!

What's more, i was to spend the day with a friend, a friend who has been little short of a miracle to me herself- (you will read this i'm sure, u have no idea how much i'v learnt from you. You are one of the miracles of my life. Now you know one reason why my 'face was shining')

We saw the movie 'Hitch' which was, well, fabulous. I bagged a sexy pair of earrings and a sexy skirt later(miracle). Oh and amidst all this i happened to glance at my perpetually-an-hour-ahead watch and guess what i see- THE CORRECT TIME! My miracle day.

In the train i saw an adorably chubby little boy selling Midday and i swear he looked exactly like cupid. The walk home from the station threw up similar stuff too many and too tiny for me to venture to explain. But i'm smiling away to glory even as i am posting this.

Circumstance-wise it wasn't even an on-par day. We got a third thrashing from pakistan in cricket, mom was a little hostile about my buying that skirt and the weather pretty much sucked. But none of it matters to me right now. None of it can even touch me right now. I saw angels today...today, i was miracled.

Achtung Sleep-lovers!

Some 25 year old nerd from Massachusetts Institute of Technology has invented a scary alarm clock which makes the luxury of the snooze option into some kind of curse. 'Clocky' is a hide-and-seek clock (oh dear Lord) that falls off and rolls away at the first push of the snooze button. Which means no more 'i'll surely wake up after 7 minutes' and 'ok definitely after 5 more' for the next 45 minutes. None of that, because when it rings for the second time, you bloody well have to pick yourself up from the heaven of your snuggly bed, search for the clock (yep, some weird computer chip decides randomly how far and in which direction 'Clocky' will roll) , find it and switch it off. Why on earth do these people devise things that make life miserable.

Oh and also, don't take solace in the fact that 'Clocky' will eventually break having fallen so many times, because the sadist has also packaged it wrapped in some soft carpet material that will protect it always. It also has two rubber wheels for obvious reasons.

And to think Bush had the nerve to attack Iraq on the (apparent) grounds of WMD's!

He Does

Love can make you do funny things. Mark Waugh has finally gotten married and his wife is a horse-trainer. The funny bit? Waugh is allergic to horse hair.

Now this may not seem like a huge thing, besides, Waugh adores horses (he had actually considered working with horses full time after he hung his cricketing boots, but then the allergy factor set in and he opted out.) Still, imagine being married to somebody who eats, breathes and sleeps what you are allergic to or a part thereof...hey! maybe luurve will conquer the irritating hypersensitivity(though from what i'v seen so far love TRIGGERS hypersensitivity...) hell with you cynicism, wish him the most amazing married life. In any case, a marraige should be safe in the safest hands on the field. What say, Laxman?

Kuchh Pyaaz

Chopping onions is tricky business. Try it, and you will find it injurious either to your eyes or to your fingers. If you decide to brave it out and focus directly on the job at hand, very soon you will be focussing on trying to figure out a way to keep the perennial stream of tears out of your precious concoction. If you think you are using your brains and try to protect your peepers by doing the chopping shut-eyed, 9 times out of 10 you will miss aim and your poor innocent finger will have to undergo due retribution.

We have a winner here. The onion is one vegetable that cannot be outsmarted.

After having attempted the second option mentioned above and faced the consequence also mentioned above, i spent the better part of the morning weeping away like there was no water left in the country. At one point i was thinking on the lines of what the hell, i might as well make it look more realistic, and added a few sniffles here and there. I guess the special effects worked because i had a cousin telling me not to take the role of Princess Diana loyalist too seriously. More on that in a later post. In any case, my discoveries about the onion are far more intriguing to me than the discovery of Charles and Camilla that it is indeed true love that exists between them. For one, it did not take me 35 years to realise that chopping onions will be one chore i will move hell and high water to avoid henceforth. It also didn't cost me the peace of mind of a dozen people, the life of one person and about a gazillion pounds.

Anyway, two people have actually compared the onion to life in the long run. One is an American critic, who said,
“Life is like an onion; you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.”

I am wont to prefer the other, who said,
"Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”

Then there was the ilk of Shakespeare who was more concerned with the haliotis aspect of the whole affair, and was forever extolling his actors to "eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath."
Quite understandable too.

I have developed my own philosophy as regards the saucy vegetable. It is way more practical and down to earth than the ones listed above, and it is simply that if ever you run into the rotten luck and inescapable situation of having to chop an oinion, pay attention to the criss-cross details. Spot the contours Mother Nature provided and then cut across them and voila! you will have cut your weeping time into half.

And then, like yours truly, you can switch on the telly and do some more weeping watching Pakistan kick our ass in the 3rd ODI in Jamshedpur.

Today's Lesson And Czechoslovakian Babes

It's amazing how you get exactly what you want when you voice exactly what you want. I woke up today having resolved last night to get a haircut. I hate getting haircuts. Because never in my life have i got one that i have been one hundred percent satisfied with it until about a week after i get it when it has evened out somewhat. But today i decided enough was enough. Told Shalini exactly what i wanted- 3 layers, don't touch the last, cut off the screwed up bits. And would you believe it, i got PRECISELY that.

Now Soul Of Dawn has brought me to believe that trusting someone with your hair is the highest level of trust you can put in a person and ridiculous as it sounds, it does ring true while the bangs are being chopped off. So it almost felt this time that i hadn't been betrayed out of my hair. Now i can strut my stuff in Central Europe with poise and those insipid blondes won't know what hit them. Haha. 'They shall vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness'.

...That Wears The Crown.

I was hoping it would turn out to be just another All Fool's Day prank. But no, the new law is for real and, in all probability, here to stay. Starting April 1st, anyone and everyone who rides a two-wheeler in the state of Maharashtra will don that horrendous, restricting fetter of a thing called the helmet.

I can't imagine that there will be no more wind dancing through my hair, whispering sweet nothings in my ears as i move ahead at break neck speed on the pillion of a bike...it has been one of my best feelings ever. The helmet will snatch away one of my favourite tastes of freedom. And I'm sure it will even look hideous, almost like a burkha, the only consolation being that the chauvinists will wear them too. A thousand Atlases will now be seen on our streets. It's gonna be YUCK.

Those moron propaganda people can go on strikes over the imposition of VAT and lead morchas against slum demolition, but nobody cares about the freedom of their own heads. I mean, why make it mandatory! It's MY life, MY safety, MY concern, MY CHOICE! Those who think they are at risk of road accidents for whatever reason, have resorted to headgear long since.

Well, whatever. Desparate times call for desparate measures, I guess I shall HAVE to ask dad for a nice new shiny convertible...