Ugggghhh...

Placed an order for my own birthday cake.

Didn't realize what it meant till the cake lady burst out laughing...

Choices

Somewhere along the line, he forgot that she liked making choices just as much he did.Apologies.

All about him

He takes up most of the bed.. and most of my thoughts.. so i think i'll stop resisting the urge to write about it.. :D

Art

SCENE : (Coast to Coast restaurant in Koramangala.
A quick weekday lunch to beat being bored at work.
Waiting for our order of chicken sukka and neer dosa)

me : (pointing to one of the posters on the wall)
Do you know what that is?

him: Yakshagana

me: Yup... didn't think you'd know :)

him: I've performed.

-pause-

me: You've WHAT?

him: Performed.

me: Performed?

him: Yup.

-pause-

him:(caving in to my 'yeah right' look)
Performed.. as in.. "helped" them perform..

me:( laughing).. oh i see.. and thats the same thing..

-after a couple of minutes-

him: Actually.. we used to get drunk and then 'perform' on the terrace in our hostel

me:!!!!!!!!!! (berating myself for assuming there was a possibility of truth
in the idea that he could have helped someone perform yakshagaana
, since his college was in suratkal)

- pause -

him: I've also done Kathakali..

me: Drunk? on the terrace?

him: Yup

- another couple of minutes -

me: (looking at the yakshagana poster on the wall)
S0... when you're drunk and performing yakshagaana and kathakali on the terrace...
how would you know the difference?

him: The Mudras... (ofcourse)

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The girl with a million faces...

Welcome Home G!

Wanted : Person

To watch me bawl my eyes out, pour shots to get me pitch drunk, make sure i pass out, tuck me in, feed my dog. Applicants should not ask any damn questions. Smokers preferred. Will write note to make sure you get dropped back home.

Really...

How do you tell people that new born babies are NOT cute?
Give it a couple of months and then we'll decide..

P.S: Are they? Is there something wrong with me?

24-08-08

I am the engaged ...

These are a few of his favourite things...

Stones, Ants, Bras, Socks, Shoes, Chappals, Underwear, Handkerchiefs, Mobile phones, Mobile phone chargers, Sticks, Bottles, Plastic bags, Boxes, Books, Tissues, Caps, Plants, Pillows, Soft Toys, Tennis Balls, Bedsheets, Coconuts, Mugs, Brooms, Dustpans, Doormats, Spoons, Forks, Leaves, Bones, Ice cubes, Flowers and Hands (occasionally)..

...TO CHEW UP and destroy (occasionally).

Thankyou....

To momentary distractions that give you a second to pose before you once again lunge at your photographer and try to eat her Canon EOS 400 D.

Quotes...

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.


P.S.: Sometimes you read something that makes sense to you.. It maybe a very obvious idea.. but the words fit together and ring a bell in your mind.. Reason enough to write it down somewhere.

New Year so far..

Typhoid for Jan.. Relapse for Feb.. Ruptured appendix for March..
Three months medical leave at home sweet home..
Life is good. Certainly leaves no room for complaints :D

Letters...

There's a plastic file in a cupboard back home. I see it sometimes when I'm searching for something. A file full of letters that I've read so many times I used to know them by heart. I don't open it anymore.. I never read the letters.. It just sits there.. To catch my eye when I'm searching for something in the cupboard back home.. To remind me of someone I used to be.. of someone who used to write to me.. some love that still lingers on in a file full of letters..

I have..

1. Fawn coloured hair all over my floors.
2. Taped my electrical cords to the wall.
3. Stopped looking for pairs of my chappals.
4. Hands that smell of Dog food and milk.
5. Blocked off my kitchen with a huge suitcase.
6. Wake up 'whines' at six thirty a.m.
7. No more need for a vacuum cleaner.
8. Newspapers spread out blotting up pee.
9. Dustbin hanging from a cord on the wall.
10. Teething marks all over my arms.
11. Parts of my walls being chewed off.
12. No time to go out.
13. To sneak up to anything that is 'food'.
14. My feet 'licked' dry after a bath.
15. Nothing to write in a blog.
16. Never been happier.
17. A puppy.
    

Coffee..

At his best .. :)

Casual Leave..

Take a Friday off from work to snuggle up in the old Tom and Jerry quilt, with a Historical Romance, home delivered baked chicken and no guilty conscience...

Very very good for the soul.

:)

Meera..

Meera is a senior of mine who's number i dial sometimes... and never get through.. coz she's almost always gone .. I got this link in my mail today..
WOW!

Retrospect....

" I need u, my family, books, good house, puppy, lots of travelling, bourbon whiskey, good music system, a sexy car..nice kids..thats all.
To hell with everything else.. "

-- Liar.

Waking Up..

Couple of weeks back, M. told me that my blog was dead.. A. told me it looked like the last step of a virtual suicide.. And I started thinking of nice 'last posts' to put up....
'This blog is dead. I have nothing more to say' sorts of posts.... but I never got around to it.. Today, I got a card in my mail. My birthday was two months back and there's no reason anybody should be sending me a card unless its someone sending me a marriage invite.. As stupid as it sounds (I sound).. I was thrilled!! Somebody sent me a card .It was most probably an invite.. But still..
So I got to my desk.. opened it and saw the girliest card ever, wishing me a happy 13th birthday.. This had to be the work of some psycho or some absent minded dodo who didnt even bother what card they were getting me... But still some nice absent minded dodo who went to the pains of writing down my address and all :) (Yes.. its been very very very long since I got mail)
Inside the glittery birthday card, it says '23-Jun-2007'.. and that most defenitely IS NOT MY BIRTHDAY.. But it is the day i first joined work.. One look at the handwriting and I know this is the work of a major psycho.... we have common parents.. :D
It made me laugh.. and it made me happy.. which is not something I've been in a long time.. So I'm putting this here..

"Hey,
Associate Consultant.. Congrats!
I'm gonna write you a few encouraging words, hope they make sense, not just to you, to me and everyone else too. I really appreciate all the hard work, especially for fighting the ODDS and for being ON TIME for work Everyday... For being my 'ORACLE' too!!

...The times when you put yourself together and proceeded for work, despite all the ODDS being against you!! Having all those things in your world go loco.. those terrible terrible colds, insane loose motions, diarrhoeas, those arrogant auto waalas, having to take that pink tiffin box to office, YES.. pink tiffin box to Prestige Towers, boyfriend fights, leaving a mohanlal movie halfway through and so many other ODDS that you have had to overcome to complete two years of being employed...

Alright.. basically means that I'm proud of you Chechi.. Keep Going.. Cheers!"

Its a 'Happy 13th birthday' card for a 23 year old on her second anniversary of joining work.. All nutty, sarcastic and nonsensical but still .. Made my day.

Thankyou Rahul. :)

Rain...

Yesterday, it rained. I opened my red umbrella, rolled up my jeans, held my bag close and walked. People rushed by in a hurry.. to get out of the rain, opening umbrellas, holding plastic bags over their heads, some holding their hands out of their umbrellas, some getting thoroughly drenched, and I wasn't all that dry either.. It felt good though.. like there was some sort of curtain around me and my red umbrella.. Time and space for my thoughts.. and it would all stay within.. I remembered an sms conversation from last year.. when it had started to rain just like this..

R: Hows Bangalore?
M: It was hot till yesterday and all of a sudden its raining cats and dogs.
R: Are you complaining?
M: I'm not sure.
R: I always thought you were the sort of person who'd like rain.

M likes that R thinks that thought.. She leaves it at that..

As the wind blew the rain straight into me and messed with my umbrella I wondered if I should be smiling at all.. because i was.