Wow, my last post was over 2 months back. Why such silence on my part ? (I am being watched I tell you, and for the matter of national security, I was asked to keep silent, to save the others)
Fine, that’s not true, but if it was... well basically shit has been happening in my life, and really don’t want to be broadcasting it here on public access.
Sorry if my post today seems some what cynical and oscillating between happiness and crappiness (is that a word?) life is just interesting isn’t it!
So what’s been happening on my side of the world you ask? Well I am currently in Hyderabad, been here for a couple of days and leave Friday morning, to get back to lovely Delhi. Oh I missed you my city, even with all your short comings, coming home is always nice.
Unconditional love, that’s a word which has been haunting my vocabulary for the past couple of months. They say distance makes the heart grown fonder, it always gives your brain time to comprehend the jack ass you have been and how much you miss the people who love you and care for you conditionally. I cant wait to come back home, that is the first time, since I have left home, where I count the days till I am back in Gurgaon!
It makes me wonder, am I jinxing this whole thing? I really do hope the three weeks at home go well... hopefully it’s long enough for us to appreciate and love each other, but short enough that we don’t get on each others nerves and kill each other.
Oh Murphy, don’t you dare show your face for the next couple of weeks.
Apart from that what else is happening here. Lots and lots of things, wish I could just blurt it all out, unfortunately my blog isn’t as anonymous as I would like it to be. What have I learnt in these past couple of months?
*people are complicated
*jealousy is a horrible thing
*love hurts
*unknown love is easier to deal with that a shattered heart
*the internet takes away awkwardness from a situation
*all nighters are easy, once you put your mind to it
*being alone is unnerving, well only for the first couple of days
*brothers are protective
*sisters even more so
There is much more to that list, however my mind refuses to corporate with me, to put them down, so it shall trickle down in a couple more posts in the future.
Am getting a laptop this vacation, so hopefully shall be able to do some more insightful posts in the near future.
I am going to 10D tom, ah my fav watering hole in lovely Hyd. Karaoke night... should be interesting
I mentioned earlier, that I was going diving in Oct, well I did and it was an absolute blast. I love bangaram, I love diving. I cant wait to go again!! and yes I got certified to be a level one diver. I totally rock :)
Any way now this post seems to be getting quite crappy, so before I really embarrass my self I shall sign off, hoping to get more posts in soon. I bid you farewell!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Aachooo! sniffle sniffle
Was complaining to some one about the fact that I hate hvaing a cold, the constand feeling of wanting to sneeze along with the tingling sensation, blurry eyes and tears rolling down my cheeks, its not the best feeling.
t: oh yeah, I know that feeling, its like being on the verge of having an orgasm
me: splutter splutter,What ?!?!
t: yeah totally, you know you are on the verge of sneezing, you want it so bad, its right there, your body tingles, your toes curl... verge of an orgasm same thing!
me: uumm
t: and once its done, you feel dam good!
me: t.. when was the last time you had some?
t: why do you ask?
me: because it must have been a long time, for you to convert some thing as snotty as sneezing into some thing sexual!
t: bah! what do you know
t: oh yeah, I know that feeling, its like being on the verge of having an orgasm
me: splutter splutter,What ?!?!
t: yeah totally, you know you are on the verge of sneezing, you want it so bad, its right there, your body tingles, your toes curl... verge of an orgasm same thing!
me: uumm
t: and once its done, you feel dam good!
me: t.. when was the last time you had some?
t: why do you ask?
me: because it must have been a long time, for you to convert some thing as snotty as sneezing into some thing sexual!
t: bah! what do you know
Monday, October 01, 2007
I want my mommy !!
Being sick is never fun. Especially when it’s on a Monday morning! I have sneezed a total of 16 times in the past 35 minutes. I have gone through half a roll of toilet paper, which now lays crumpled and all snotty in my waste paper basket. My throat feels like it has been coated with a weird paste, making it impossible for me to taste any thing delightful including the wonderful cuppa Ethiopian joe which sits in front of me. My eyes are blurry and the kajal which I so lovingly applied this morning is streaked across of my face. My concerned co workers keep coming in to tell me
'Shreez, you have some kajal on your nose/cheek/forehead'
This statement is followed by a look which could kill from me making even the most concerned co worker back away quietly, never taking their eyes off the dangerously sick one!
The lipstick which is suppose to be long stay blah blah blah, is now decorating my soggy tissues. Here I thought if I look good, then this crappy feeling of being sick might just disappear. But now I feel like crap and look like it as well.
'Shreez, you have some kajal on your nose/cheek/forehead'
This statement is followed by a look which could kill from me making even the most concerned co worker back away quietly, never taking their eyes off the dangerously sick one!
The lipstick which is suppose to be long stay blah blah blah, is now decorating my soggy tissues. Here I thought if I look good, then this crappy feeling of being sick might just disappear. But now I feel like crap and look like it as well.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Only me !
I was in London over the summer and went to the Cadbury Chocolate Factory... (Loved it)
Free chocolate been given out, along with the smells - it was girl heaven.
Glazed look, drool ... mmmmm
Ok wait.. coming back to the point of the post...
While I was on the tour, I started chatting with this bloke, who was kinda cute and reminded me of one of the Wayne brothers. Funny guy and enjoyed chatting to him. He was then joined by another friend of his. Who was kinda obnoxious and as much as I love the British accent (which I do very much) his was not on my list of likes. He was the typical innt it boys...
The "innt it" boys and girls for that fact are the indians/pakistanis/sri lankan/ other brown people (as my very much white friend stated). These kids (any one below the age of 30) who are trying so hard to be British and getting very lost and confused in the way. And now have formed their own culture in the British world.
And there favorite line is "innt it". Every sentence, question, response, curse and compliment ends with innt it'. What they are trying to say is "Isn’t it?"
Difficult to explain how they say it exactly but the words all jumble into one to be pronounced as "innit"
But yup, that’s the 'Aint it" boys and girls...
‘We go to the pub innt it?"
"She's a bitch iint it"
"I’m coming iint it"
Coming back to the point of the boys I met at the factory. The other guy lets call him 'Y' was monopolizing the conversation and insisted I must be American because I don’t sound like an Indian.
This is what really bugs me, the fact that people just don’t believe that Indians can be quite articulate and speak better queens English, than the dam queen!
Off the point again.. any hoo.. we I finally managed to tell him that I was from India.. he with great amount of authority began to tell me, that i should never fly quatar airways. Really crappy service and no safely regulations etc.
To which I pointedly responded
"I actually flew Qatar ways"
Y turns red
"and my brother works for Qatar"
Y now completely red
"And I have done quite a bit of traveling and compared to most airlines, I was most impressed. The staff has an international blend, polite, and respect the customer. The flight was exceptional, the food delicious and the air craft clean and impeccable"
Y finally shuts up
Cute boy asks for my number, I give it to him, thinking there is absolutely no way, he is going to be calling me India so no harm.
Guess who called at 10:52 am on the 28 of Sept 2007...
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Y
Can you believe it... he actually called me from the UK. Why do you ask? I don’t know... well he called to congratulate me for India's win over Pakistan. Weirdo!
Any way its 6 am in the UK and he calls me to congratulate me, after a week of the game...
I don’t get it...
I really know how to attract them don’t I.
* Talking about cricket read IG's posts.. well articulated http://chewinghercud.blogspot.com/
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tum kya kabootar pakadne ki koshish kar rahe ho?
Since work has been pretty quiet (read no work at all) I have spent the better part of the week, going through photographs, making collages, reading old emails and reminicinsing...
* Singing hakuna matata (is that the spelling) for an inter house competition... I dint sing tho, but still rememeber that day... we won ! Ah inter house competitons, brings out the worst in soem people. What were the house names (Ball - green, Hart - Yellow, Theresa - Blue and Red was aarrggg cant remember, need to ask Pdiddy)
* What about the inter house story telling competition.. P diddy was house captain and she trained us well. I remembered I sucked at spinning a yarn, but she insited I was on the team and we made sure that what ever inital line we go, we would change it to ourstory line. We won again. Ball house rocked ! Yeah the story was about a photographer getting lost in the jungle losing his clothes and being found in banana print underwear...
* On teachers day, each house had to put up a play. Ours was the whole wicked teachers / good teachers in a magic school. I was the wicked witch.. even then my talents for a scary laugh were noticed... wicked laugh
* Trying to make a cake with munchkin (this is before I developed my cooking skills). Ended up taking it out too soon and the center was completely raw!
* This probably happened when I was about 8.. accompanied my cuz to her ball room dancing lesson. And came back and completely spilled the beans to the family and how she was dancing with this one boy and they were holding hands. (I was quite the big mouth)
*Grade 5, talking in class and Aunty Batra (we called out teachers aunty _____) grabbing me by my plait and literally throwing me out of class. Never spoke in her class ever again.
* Same class, we had to learn the poems in our book, and the test was to recite the poem in class. We had to choose a chit with the poem name. I picked up one and another chit fell down, picked it up and put it back in the box. Recited my poem and came back to my seat. Where I was pointedly told by my partner that he saw me cheating. (but I dint I swear, the chit fell down, I put it back. Dint even see what was written)
Its amazing when, you let your mind wander into the past, the most inconsequential aspects pop back up.
* The first song, on the first mixed tape I got as a birthday present was 'Last Christmas'
* The first day in the convent school, for some reason people thought I was African.
* My first rain dance at the club. Going with munchkin and before going eating choco's
* Buying my first pair of jeans with munchkin, Lee Cooper for Rs. 500 (they were on sale) from a shop in Defence Colony and then buying a white spagetti top. I was 12 and this was the first time I was shopping with out my mom.
* Being told by the PE teacher when he saw me dribble the basketball. "Tum kya kabootar pakadne ki koshish kar rahe ho?"
English translation "Are you trying to catch pigeons" Was never good at basketball, volleyball I'll whoop your arse.
Well thats all from the recesses of my mind... Have to go, having people over for dinner tonight...
* Singing hakuna matata (is that the spelling) for an inter house competition... I dint sing tho, but still rememeber that day... we won ! Ah inter house competitons, brings out the worst in soem people. What were the house names (Ball - green, Hart - Yellow, Theresa - Blue and Red was aarrggg cant remember, need to ask Pdiddy)
* What about the inter house story telling competition.. P diddy was house captain and she trained us well. I remembered I sucked at spinning a yarn, but she insited I was on the team and we made sure that what ever inital line we go, we would change it to ourstory line. We won again. Ball house rocked ! Yeah the story was about a photographer getting lost in the jungle losing his clothes and being found in banana print underwear...
* On teachers day, each house had to put up a play. Ours was the whole wicked teachers / good teachers in a magic school. I was the wicked witch.. even then my talents for a scary laugh were noticed... wicked laugh
* Trying to make a cake with munchkin (this is before I developed my cooking skills). Ended up taking it out too soon and the center was completely raw!
* This probably happened when I was about 8.. accompanied my cuz to her ball room dancing lesson. And came back and completely spilled the beans to the family and how she was dancing with this one boy and they were holding hands. (I was quite the big mouth)
*Grade 5, talking in class and Aunty Batra (we called out teachers aunty _____) grabbing me by my plait and literally throwing me out of class. Never spoke in her class ever again.
* Same class, we had to learn the poems in our book, and the test was to recite the poem in class. We had to choose a chit with the poem name. I picked up one and another chit fell down, picked it up and put it back in the box. Recited my poem and came back to my seat. Where I was pointedly told by my partner that he saw me cheating. (but I dint I swear, the chit fell down, I put it back. Dint even see what was written)
Its amazing when, you let your mind wander into the past, the most inconsequential aspects pop back up.
* The first song, on the first mixed tape I got as a birthday present was 'Last Christmas'
* The first day in the convent school, for some reason people thought I was African.
* My first rain dance at the club. Going with munchkin and before going eating choco's
* Buying my first pair of jeans with munchkin, Lee Cooper for Rs. 500 (they were on sale) from a shop in Defence Colony and then buying a white spagetti top. I was 12 and this was the first time I was shopping with out my mom.
* Being told by the PE teacher when he saw me dribble the basketball. "Tum kya kabootar pakadne ki koshish kar rahe ho?"
English translation "Are you trying to catch pigeons" Was never good at basketball, volleyball I'll whoop your arse.
Well thats all from the recesses of my mind... Have to go, having people over for dinner tonight...
For a grand total of... drum rolls please.
I decided to do a stock analysis of items in my bathroom and on my dressing table. And the numbers say it all
4 facepacks
3 face wash
4 body wash
2 body scrubs
1 face scrub
5 shampoos
4 conditioners
1 toothpaste
2 toothbrushes
1 razor
2 hair moisturizing pack
2 hair brushes
7 lipsticks
6 deos
8 perfumes
2 body sprays
3 face creams
6 body creams
2 kajals
4 eye shadows (each with 10 different shades)
1 blusher
6 nail polishes
For a grand total of... drum rolls please...
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wait for it
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76 items for one girl
Is that why pilot called me high maintenance ?
4 facepacks
3 face wash
4 body wash
2 body scrubs
1 face scrub
5 shampoos
4 conditioners
1 toothpaste
2 toothbrushes
1 razor
2 hair moisturizing pack
2 hair brushes
7 lipsticks
6 deos
8 perfumes
2 body sprays
3 face creams
6 body creams
2 kajals
4 eye shadows (each with 10 different shades)
1 blusher
6 nail polishes
For a grand total of... drum rolls please...
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wait for it
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76 items for one girl
Is that why pilot called me high maintenance ?
No hay ningunas preguntas estúpidas, la gente sólo estúpida.
IG has been teaching Spanish for some time now, and to put it midly her students are quite interesting. Being young and beautiful, she has to deal with swooning boys and maintain the teacher student relationship. But this by far his her best reponse ever.
Scene 1: IG and student (S) after class.
S smiling shyly and blushing
"I saw you in my dream on Monday. we were talking in Spanish. I said something to you really fast" (S smiles more and turns to cherry red)
"i am sorry i cant repeat or tell you what it was that i said to you" !!
IG thinks: He either swore at me and used profanity or said something romantic/sexual which was insanely inappropriate.
Donning a teacher like attitude she replies
"Well i hope your sentences were grammatically correct" !
Ouch~! I love IG's wit in situations like these... talking about her 'interesting students'
She does have quite a cocky one in her class. In her words he is quite cheeky, to mellow for my wrting style so cocky shall have to do!
Scene 2:
IG teaching different verbs and usage in class. Cocky student (CS) being cocky.
IG: Thus there are different verbs for 'the weather is hot' and 'the water is hot'
CS: How would you say 'wow, this woman is really hot!'
Shreez: dude this aint an advertisment for set wet style (very very sexy) Lines like that dont work in the real world!
IG: puros is for cigars and cigarrillos is for cigarettes
CS: What is Spanish for bidis?
Shreez: with cuban cigars around you want to smoke bidis.. arre ghaati!
IG: "Desnudarse" meant to "undress" Its a reflexive verb and are only used for action done on self.
CS: What do you say when you are taking someone else's clothes off!!!
Shreez: first of all, why is a Spanish book talking about undressing.. very interesting this Spanish language is I must say. But yeah, down boy.. cold shower for you now!
Scene 1: IG and student (S) after class.
S smiling shyly and blushing
"I saw you in my dream on Monday. we were talking in Spanish. I said something to you really fast" (S smiles more and turns to cherry red)
"i am sorry i cant repeat or tell you what it was that i said to you" !!
IG thinks: He either swore at me and used profanity or said something romantic/sexual which was insanely inappropriate.
Donning a teacher like attitude she replies
"Well i hope your sentences were grammatically correct" !
Ouch~! I love IG's wit in situations like these... talking about her 'interesting students'
She does have quite a cocky one in her class. In her words he is quite cheeky, to mellow for my wrting style so cocky shall have to do!
Scene 2:
IG teaching different verbs and usage in class. Cocky student (CS) being cocky.
IG: Thus there are different verbs for 'the weather is hot' and 'the water is hot'
CS: How would you say 'wow, this woman is really hot!'
Shreez: dude this aint an advertisment for set wet style (very very sexy) Lines like that dont work in the real world!
IG: puros is for cigars and cigarrillos is for cigarettes
CS: What is Spanish for bidis?
Shreez: with cuban cigars around you want to smoke bidis.. arre ghaati!
IG: "Desnudarse" meant to "undress" Its a reflexive verb and are only used for action done on self.
CS: What do you say when you are taking someone else's clothes off!!!
Shreez: first of all, why is a Spanish book talking about undressing.. very interesting this Spanish language is I must say. But yeah, down boy.. cold shower for you now!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
The X factor
The past hour I have spent reading through old emails between me and my ex's. The fact that my last post about an hour ago stated I was extremly happy still remains. Reading these old emails, does not make me sad or depressed, but reminds me of what I have been through, people I hurt, people who hurt me and what not to do in a certain situation.
I have been in a total of 3 serious relationships. Each one so different...
X no. 1 - childhood sweethearts... I dont think we ever went through the phase of 'boys/girls have cooties'. We liked each other and really dint care a dam. But then he moved away, and we both changed.. and it was never the same again... maybe just maybe if he stayed, we would still be together..
X no 2. - I learnt alot from this relationship, however on and off it was... I realized I could be quite bitch... I knew what to say and do... and how to get him where I wanted and then to walk away leaving him hanging. When I go through my memories I realize what shit I put him through, yet he still remained in my life. I have to thank him for that... he made me see what I could be and I just hope I am not like that with any one else.
X no. 3 - ah this one is a real goodie... my first experience with a smooth talking, sweeping you off your feet boy... he knew what to say, to make me go weak in the knees. Singing 'lucky lips' for me, talking to him until I fell asleep.. this boy captured me. And what ever doubts I had, he just slowly rubbed them away. And then he walked away. I never cried for boy 1 or 2. It was a mutual understanding and realized that friendship was the way to be.
But ah! boy no. 3 - he made me cry - when I lost him and when I found out why I lost him. Going to bed was a nightmare, cos when the lights were off and there were no distractions the thoughts came tumbling back and I felt my heart hurt, I could not breathe - all because of this boy. I should probably hate him... cut him out of my life... but you know what I still care for him... cant help it... he was a friend... but no longer is he in the main window of my life.. some where in the background he lies... and when the night is silent and the moon dark he manages to evoke some memories, with out being around.
I have been in a total of 3 serious relationships. Each one so different...
X no. 1 - childhood sweethearts... I dont think we ever went through the phase of 'boys/girls have cooties'. We liked each other and really dint care a dam. But then he moved away, and we both changed.. and it was never the same again... maybe just maybe if he stayed, we would still be together..
X no 2. - I learnt alot from this relationship, however on and off it was... I realized I could be quite bitch... I knew what to say and do... and how to get him where I wanted and then to walk away leaving him hanging. When I go through my memories I realize what shit I put him through, yet he still remained in my life. I have to thank him for that... he made me see what I could be and I just hope I am not like that with any one else.
X no. 3 - ah this one is a real goodie... my first experience with a smooth talking, sweeping you off your feet boy... he knew what to say, to make me go weak in the knees. Singing 'lucky lips' for me, talking to him until I fell asleep.. this boy captured me. And what ever doubts I had, he just slowly rubbed them away. And then he walked away. I never cried for boy 1 or 2. It was a mutual understanding and realized that friendship was the way to be.
But ah! boy no. 3 - he made me cry - when I lost him and when I found out why I lost him. Going to bed was a nightmare, cos when the lights were off and there were no distractions the thoughts came tumbling back and I felt my heart hurt, I could not breathe - all because of this boy. I should probably hate him... cut him out of my life... but you know what I still care for him... cant help it... he was a friend... but no longer is he in the main window of my life.. some where in the background he lies... and when the night is silent and the moon dark he manages to evoke some memories, with out being around.
Happy happy
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,
Saturday, what a day, Rockin all week with you.
As you can see, I am in a pretty good mood... and the fact that I am singing the theme song form a TV show in the 1980's just proves I am in a good mood....
Nothing really major is happening, but as I always say little things make me happy
So what are these little things you ask ??
Here you go
1. My hair is being good today. No fly aways and it does not resemble a rats nest
2. Have been complimented a number of times on my outfit today (all positive)
3. Feel happy wearing a salwaar kameez.. rarely get a chance to do so
4. Went for a jog this morning, feels good
5. Did stomach crunches as well.. off to a good start for the new improved me
6. Having people over for dinner tom (I love being a little hostess)
7. Went driving yesterday (did better than expected)
8. Going scuba diving in two weeks
9. Cleaned my house
10. Will be baking today
11. Wrote a letter to watsup boy (been writing a lot of letters lately)
12. Have not had any contact with the boy for a couple of days (which is good, cos I was becoming a love sick puppy)
13. And last but not least, I have some kick ass ethopian coffee, ah caffine what would I do with out you!
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,
Saturday, what a day, Rockin all week with you.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,
Saturday, what a day, Rockin all week with you.
As you can see, I am in a pretty good mood... and the fact that I am singing the theme song form a TV show in the 1980's just proves I am in a good mood....
Nothing really major is happening, but as I always say little things make me happy
So what are these little things you ask ??
Here you go
1. My hair is being good today. No fly aways and it does not resemble a rats nest
2. Have been complimented a number of times on my outfit today (all positive)
3. Feel happy wearing a salwaar kameez.. rarely get a chance to do so
4. Went for a jog this morning, feels good
5. Did stomach crunches as well.. off to a good start for the new improved me
6. Having people over for dinner tom (I love being a little hostess)
7. Went driving yesterday (did better than expected)
8. Going scuba diving in two weeks
9. Cleaned my house
10. Will be baking today
11. Wrote a letter to watsup boy (been writing a lot of letters lately)
12. Have not had any contact with the boy for a couple of days (which is good, cos I was becoming a love sick puppy)
13. And last but not least, I have some kick ass ethopian coffee, ah caffine what would I do with out you!
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,
Saturday, what a day, Rockin all week with you.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Untitled
She
The headphones come out
Slipped on to her head
With her hair tucked back
She switches on the ipod
Music fills her
And the world fades away
The lapse of time between songs, brings her back to reality
She does not hate the world
She prefers the world beneath the shadow of music
Where she gets to dream about him
The elusive prince charming
She has dreamt about him many a times
Reaching out for him
Waking up and grasping at thin air
So she settles for music
Listening to songs which make her happy
In her own world, she dreams about him
My prince - My matthew
He
She is staring at me
But yet does not see me
Her fingertips drumming to the music
Which is engulfing her
Her eyes, open
But she is far away
A smile creeps on to her face
I wonder who she is thinking about
Lucky enought to be in her thoughts
Blessed to be the reaosn she smiles
She gets up to walk away.
I want to stop her
To hold her and never let go
She passes I do nothing
I am intoxicated by her essence
There she goes
I chide my self for being afraid
I, Matthew continue to yearn
The headphones come out
Slipped on to her head
With her hair tucked back
She switches on the ipod
Music fills her
And the world fades away
The lapse of time between songs, brings her back to reality
She does not hate the world
She prefers the world beneath the shadow of music
Where she gets to dream about him
The elusive prince charming
She has dreamt about him many a times
Reaching out for him
Waking up and grasping at thin air
So she settles for music
Listening to songs which make her happy
In her own world, she dreams about him
My prince - My matthew
He
She is staring at me
But yet does not see me
Her fingertips drumming to the music
Which is engulfing her
Her eyes, open
But she is far away
A smile creeps on to her face
I wonder who she is thinking about
Lucky enought to be in her thoughts
Blessed to be the reaosn she smiles
She gets up to walk away.
I want to stop her
To hold her and never let go
She passes I do nothing
I am intoxicated by her essence
There she goes
I chide my self for being afraid
I, Matthew continue to yearn
Hands
Yesterday they were her hands
Today they are mine
You held her hand, you held my hand
But thats where the similarity ends
Your hand intertwined with hers
Our hands just rested together
Like pieces in a puzzle
Fitted together, because they have too
Even the slightest pressure from your finger tips
Would tell me so much
Wish we held hands
Like, lovers not willing to let go
Your hand engulfing mine
Protecting me, loving me
And as our hands touched
I felt your imprint on my soul
Do you feel the same way?
Do you realize what you do to me?
I guess not
While you held my hand
you merged with hers.
Today they are mine
You held her hand, you held my hand
But thats where the similarity ends
Your hand intertwined with hers
Our hands just rested together
Like pieces in a puzzle
Fitted together, because they have too
Even the slightest pressure from your finger tips
Would tell me so much
Wish we held hands
Like, lovers not willing to let go
Your hand engulfing mine
Protecting me, loving me
And as our hands touched
I felt your imprint on my soul
Do you feel the same way?
Do you realize what you do to me?
I guess not
While you held my hand
you merged with hers.
Monday, September 17, 2007
How time flies…
I am back in Kodai… completely exhausted but glad to be back in Kodai. Chidambaram is not really my place for a hang out…
But talk about the fun filled 13 days in Chidambaram will come to you in another post… for now the topic is time…
How time flies…. I say that a lot and it got me thinking…. That time does fly
(very profound.. give me a break I just got off a 10 hour bus journey and am straight into work)
It is 11:43 am (17 September 2007) – and I am at work and working on my blog J
Yesterday at this very time I was finishing off my practical exam for my masters program and was dam excited that I never had to come back to Chidambaram ever again
Last week at this very moment, I was sitting in theory class… I was sitting in Alexander’s class listening to him state that women are where they are because men allow them to be there
(different post to completely refute that!)
Two weeks before that, I was sitting in Satsanga, reading Shantaram (a must read) drinking a glass of chilled beer and eating Takasi (which is feta cheese, herbs etc made into a paste and served with freshly toasted garlic bread.. mmm)
Three weeks ago, I don’t remember exactly what I was doing… but probably in office… drinking some kick ass organic brewed coffee, listening to music and working on MSA documents
(Word can drive me crazy with its stupid formatting)
A month ago, I was sitting with a hot water bottle in excruciating pain, after injuring my back and not letting it heal…
(I can never say no to a game of volleyball...!)
Two months ago, I was dorm parent for a couple of days and taking care of a sick friend… nurse shreez to the rescue.
Three months ago, I was in London.. living it up
Four months ago, I was teary eyed at the fact they were graduating and I would not have them knocking at my door
A year ago, I was just starting my contract in Kodai. learning – that things would never be the same again.
Two years ago – I was in Hyderabad. Wondering what I was doing with my life. Was in love (or at least some thing I thought was love)
Three years ago, I was still in college. Sitting in class… listening intently if it was organizational behavior class.. else passing random notes hyper and IG
Four years ago, I was still in college – but life was all about @, Was thinking, which appointments I needed to make and how to get the numbers for my department.
Five years ago, I just joined college. I was at NLDS… no voice, no sleep, lots of dancing – extremely kicked.
Ten years ago, I joined a new school. Was the quiet wall flower (was is the operative word). Dying in the humid weather, with the horrible pink and white stripped uniform. (yuck!)
Fifteen years ago, I was in grade 2. Would have been having break time now, eating jam and cheese sandwiches. (I miss break time)
Twenty years ago, I would have been 2 and half years old. (extremely adorable and cute, like I still aren’t). Talking non stop, and making people say “What an adorable little girl”
I was
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl
Bhaiya’s – bratty little sister
One grandmothers – favorite (she never said it, but I knew it)
Another grandmothers – least favorite grandchild (she said it, over and over again)
Aunt & Uncle’s – favorite niece
I am
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl, who’s growing up
Bhaiya’s – confidant & friend
Grandmother’s – favorite (both of them)
Aunt & Uncle’s – I don’t know where I stand
How time flies…!
But talk about the fun filled 13 days in Chidambaram will come to you in another post… for now the topic is time…
How time flies…. I say that a lot and it got me thinking…. That time does fly
(very profound.. give me a break I just got off a 10 hour bus journey and am straight into work)
It is 11:43 am (17 September 2007) – and I am at work and working on my blog J
Yesterday at this very time I was finishing off my practical exam for my masters program and was dam excited that I never had to come back to Chidambaram ever again
Last week at this very moment, I was sitting in theory class… I was sitting in Alexander’s class listening to him state that women are where they are because men allow them to be there
(different post to completely refute that!)
Two weeks before that, I was sitting in Satsanga, reading Shantaram (a must read) drinking a glass of chilled beer and eating Takasi (which is feta cheese, herbs etc made into a paste and served with freshly toasted garlic bread.. mmm)
Three weeks ago, I don’t remember exactly what I was doing… but probably in office… drinking some kick ass organic brewed coffee, listening to music and working on MSA documents
(Word can drive me crazy with its stupid formatting)
A month ago, I was sitting with a hot water bottle in excruciating pain, after injuring my back and not letting it heal…
(I can never say no to a game of volleyball...!)
Two months ago, I was dorm parent for a couple of days and taking care of a sick friend… nurse shreez to the rescue.
Three months ago, I was in London.. living it up
Four months ago, I was teary eyed at the fact they were graduating and I would not have them knocking at my door
A year ago, I was just starting my contract in Kodai. learning – that things would never be the same again.
Two years ago – I was in Hyderabad. Wondering what I was doing with my life. Was in love (or at least some thing I thought was love)
Three years ago, I was still in college. Sitting in class… listening intently if it was organizational behavior class.. else passing random notes hyper and IG
Four years ago, I was still in college – but life was all about @, Was thinking, which appointments I needed to make and how to get the numbers for my department.
Five years ago, I just joined college. I was at NLDS… no voice, no sleep, lots of dancing – extremely kicked.
Ten years ago, I joined a new school. Was the quiet wall flower (was is the operative word). Dying in the humid weather, with the horrible pink and white stripped uniform. (yuck!)
Fifteen years ago, I was in grade 2. Would have been having break time now, eating jam and cheese sandwiches. (I miss break time)
Twenty years ago, I would have been 2 and half years old. (extremely adorable and cute, like I still aren’t). Talking non stop, and making people say “What an adorable little girl”
I was
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl
Bhaiya’s – bratty little sister
One grandmothers – favorite (she never said it, but I knew it)
Another grandmothers – least favorite grandchild (she said it, over and over again)
Aunt & Uncle’s – favorite niece
I am
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl, who’s growing up
Bhaiya’s – confidant & friend
Grandmother’s – favorite (both of them)
Aunt & Uncle’s – I don’t know where I stand
How time flies…!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
IM 2
me: hey english question, trying to figure out the word.. its on the tip of my tounge but cant rem it sentence is "every word ---- in my soul"
now the word coming to mind is vibrates. but thats not it... its some thing liek that
do u have ne idea what i am talking about ?
IG: :) NONE AT ALL!
me: rebirvaretes. i knwo thats not a word but it sounds like that. dang it
IG: revebrates?
me: thats it thats it
wat does it mean
IG: it means echoes repeatly like a vibration but tis very powerful
me: yes yes. oh ur r great
IG: reverberates
IG: new poem/ post?
me: post / peom. was suppose to be a poem.. is being converted into a post now
n u can imagine who it is about (this is the post)
IG: yes. i can :)
me: this man drives me insane
seriosuly... its horiible
IG: its not horrible.... its wonderful
me: it is wonderful...the thing is he barely ackowledges my exitence. He smells so good.
me: seriosuly i am becoming complusive what ever
shoot me before i become obbsessive
IG :)... obsession is a necessary element for love
me: well sniffing a man's jacket is not !
IG: well, if it smells good then ..why not?!
Note: Yes my english, some times is not the best. As IG says
Shreez, i know you write well (even though it doesnt go well with your usually notvery eloquent self ) but this is absolutely wonderful. you have out done
And yes I am a hopeless romantic !
now the word coming to mind is vibrates. but thats not it... its some thing liek that
do u have ne idea what i am talking about ?
IG: :) NONE AT ALL!
me: rebirvaretes. i knwo thats not a word but it sounds like that. dang it
IG: revebrates?
me: thats it thats it
wat does it mean
IG: it means echoes repeatly like a vibration but tis very powerful
me: yes yes. oh ur r great
IG: reverberates
IG: new poem/ post?
me: post / peom. was suppose to be a poem.. is being converted into a post now
n u can imagine who it is about (this is the post)
IG: yes. i can :)
me: this man drives me insane
seriosuly... its horiible
IG: its not horrible.... its wonderful
me: it is wonderful...the thing is he barely ackowledges my exitence. He smells so good.
me: seriosuly i am becoming complusive what ever
shoot me before i become obbsessive
IG :)... obsession is a necessary element for love
me: well sniffing a man's jacket is not !
IG: well, if it smells good then ..why not?!
Note: Yes my english, some times is not the best. As IG says
Shreez, i know you write well (even though it doesnt go well with your usually notvery eloquent self ) but this is absolutely wonderful. you have out done
And yes I am a hopeless romantic !
The life an trials of Instant Messanger
Introduction:
All random conversations taking place on various IM's.
IM 1
me: i know i know... i am sick of it. Seriosuly i am sick of being sinlge
Papa Romero: arre enjoy life single man
ahh welll.. grass green .. blh blah
me: screw u
well acutally u r getting screwed... so maybe it shud be screw me
PR: hahaha as u wish
but i aint gettin any action man
and now i cant go huntin too
me: yeah rite.... atleast u've got some action.. i need to find my self a young cabana boy .. to make ugly with
PR: hahaha
no mountain boys u fancy yet
me: i really dont want to hear the throes of passion being screamed out in tamil thank
th you very much
PR: ayoooo
me: thanks thats all i need
All random conversations taking place on various IM's.
IM 1
me: i know i know... i am sick of it. Seriosuly i am sick of being sinlge
Papa Romero: arre enjoy life single man
ahh welll.. grass green .. blh blah
me: screw u
well acutally u r getting screwed... so maybe it shud be screw me
PR: hahaha as u wish
but i aint gettin any action man
and now i cant go huntin too
me: yeah rite.... atleast u've got some action.. i need to find my self a young cabana boy .. to make ugly with
PR: hahaha
no mountain boys u fancy yet
me: i really dont want to hear the throes of passion being screamed out in tamil thank
th you very much
PR: ayoooo
me: thanks thats all i need
Unrequited Love
Every smile of yours makes me smile
Every touch of yours sends shivers down my spine
Every word of yours reverberates in my soul
The song comes to an end. The guitar strings strummed one last time. You open your eyes, look up and smile. My heart skips a beat. You stare right at me, just seeing you is enough for me. That smile makes my day. A picture of you is all I need. It’s the fix I crave.
I look at my favorite picture. Your smiling brightly into the camera, you are smiling right at me.
Snap back into reality.
You finished your piece. Your tentative smile turning into a bigger grin. You walk towards me. I absorb the image that is coming towards me. Your sculptured body, your strong hands, your broad shoulders. Those eyes, the window to your soul.
You come closer and closer, I anticipate your touch, your arms around me. Your just there, two more steps. But wait, you keep walking. Your shoulder brushing against mine. A quick sorry and your walk away. I turn around to see you hug her. Your arms wrapped around her waist. You pick her up and twirl her around.
The lump in my throat gets bigger; my heart begins a downward spiral into pain. There is goes again. Unrequited love, broken hearts, hidden desires.
Why can’t I just tell you? I am going to tell you. Hesitantly I come forward. Your back is towards me, even the sight of you neck, sends shivers down my spine.
I blurt it out "I love you" You turn around with surprise written all over your face.
My voice struggles to stay strong
"I love you, okay I do. Every thing about you I love. I am the one you should be with. I am the one who is willing to give up every thing for you.
Let me be the shoulder you lean on. Let my hand be the one you hold. I don’t claim to know you completely, but I want to spend the rest of my life, learning about you.
I want to know what keeps you up in the night, I want to support you in your dream. The mere scent of you sends me into a place of utmost bliss.
You've seen my cry.
You've seen me laugh.
Now see me for the one who loves you, who will always love you"
"You ok?" he says, snapping me back into reality, I am staring right at you. Your arms are still around her. It takes me a moment to realize that it was a dream. My heartfelt confession was all in my mind. I swallow hard and reply "Yup all good?"
A smile and a curtsey nod and you turn around fingers intertwined with hers you leave.
And just as you turn the corner, my heart begins to weep. I try to grasp my breath but the tears don’t give me a chance.
"Why?" I scream.
"What have I ever done to deserve this? You give me love to share. Yet you give me no one to share it with.
What kind of game is this?
How many times am I to love some one I cannot get?
How many times must I smile when he walks way with her?
It’s not just him, what about the first. Just when I get over him you bring in second. Third time lucky! I think not!
You can’t tell me not to care. You can’t say just forget about him. It’s not that easy. You gave me this love, then why don’t you take it way. No you want me to deal with it.
One person, that’s all I ask.
Some one to love, some one to take care of.
Some one to protect, some one who will protect.
Who'll understand me? Who knows when I just need to be held?
Is it that tough? Or is it easier just to show me what I cannot get.
I don’t know what to do. I give up. I give up on love"
And as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I have no answers.
But I still have unrequited love.
Every smile of yours makes me smile
Every touch of yours sends shivers down my spine
Every word of yours reverberates in my soul
Yet you dont know
You'll never know
Every touch of yours sends shivers down my spine
Every word of yours reverberates in my soul
The song comes to an end. The guitar strings strummed one last time. You open your eyes, look up and smile. My heart skips a beat. You stare right at me, just seeing you is enough for me. That smile makes my day. A picture of you is all I need. It’s the fix I crave.
I look at my favorite picture. Your smiling brightly into the camera, you are smiling right at me.
Snap back into reality.
You finished your piece. Your tentative smile turning into a bigger grin. You walk towards me. I absorb the image that is coming towards me. Your sculptured body, your strong hands, your broad shoulders. Those eyes, the window to your soul.
You come closer and closer, I anticipate your touch, your arms around me. Your just there, two more steps. But wait, you keep walking. Your shoulder brushing against mine. A quick sorry and your walk away. I turn around to see you hug her. Your arms wrapped around her waist. You pick her up and twirl her around.
The lump in my throat gets bigger; my heart begins a downward spiral into pain. There is goes again. Unrequited love, broken hearts, hidden desires.
Why can’t I just tell you? I am going to tell you. Hesitantly I come forward. Your back is towards me, even the sight of you neck, sends shivers down my spine.
I blurt it out "I love you" You turn around with surprise written all over your face.
My voice struggles to stay strong
"I love you, okay I do. Every thing about you I love. I am the one you should be with. I am the one who is willing to give up every thing for you.
Let me be the shoulder you lean on. Let my hand be the one you hold. I don’t claim to know you completely, but I want to spend the rest of my life, learning about you.
I want to know what keeps you up in the night, I want to support you in your dream. The mere scent of you sends me into a place of utmost bliss.
You've seen my cry.
You've seen me laugh.
Now see me for the one who loves you, who will always love you"
"You ok?" he says, snapping me back into reality, I am staring right at you. Your arms are still around her. It takes me a moment to realize that it was a dream. My heartfelt confession was all in my mind. I swallow hard and reply "Yup all good?"
A smile and a curtsey nod and you turn around fingers intertwined with hers you leave.
And just as you turn the corner, my heart begins to weep. I try to grasp my breath but the tears don’t give me a chance.
"Why?" I scream.
"What have I ever done to deserve this? You give me love to share. Yet you give me no one to share it with.
What kind of game is this?
How many times am I to love some one I cannot get?
How many times must I smile when he walks way with her?
It’s not just him, what about the first. Just when I get over him you bring in second. Third time lucky! I think not!
You can’t tell me not to care. You can’t say just forget about him. It’s not that easy. You gave me this love, then why don’t you take it way. No you want me to deal with it.
One person, that’s all I ask.
Some one to love, some one to take care of.
Some one to protect, some one who will protect.
Who'll understand me? Who knows when I just need to be held?
Is it that tough? Or is it easier just to show me what I cannot get.
I don’t know what to do. I give up. I give up on love"
And as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I have no answers.
But I still have unrequited love.
Every smile of yours makes me smile
Every touch of yours sends shivers down my spine
Every word of yours reverberates in my soul
Yet you dont know
You'll never know
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Madly in love
When chatting with Pilot yesterday, he spoke about this article he had read in the National Geographic. Tried to read it online, but the whole article is not available. Any way this is pretty much the gist of it.
According to Helen Fisher, an anthropologist - she says that being in love has the same chemical reactions or processes as having obsessive compulsive disorder.
Now before you jump on to my head, let me just tell you what she said.
According to research when you’re in 'love' chemical messengers such as dopamine are release. And this chemical in the right proportions, provokes intense energy, focused attention, recklessness and exhilaration. All associated with being in love.
Also stated that, if you do reckless or adventurous thing son your first date, you are more likely to stay together of the high release of dopamine.
When you are in love, the high levels of dopamine are also accompanied by low levels of serotonin. They measured 7 people who were in love or in the beginning exciting phase of their relationships, showed them a neutral picture and then picture of the one they loved and measured the chemical activity.
They then went to a psychiatric ward and measured the chemical activity of OCD patients and found that the levels were similar.
So basically you have the same chemicals running through you when your in love or you have OCD (extreme cases)
The other interesting fact was that, as the relationship progresses, the brain begins to deal with the high levels of dopamine and the neurons get desensitized. In long term relationships the level of serotonin increases and it is a hormone that promotes feelings of connection and bonding.
Researchers also state that the major histocompatibility complex (MHC)—influences women's attraction to men's body odors. Women are most attracted to men whose MHC genes were very different from her own. Basically woman are attracted to opposite body odours.
This reminds me of the poem
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of !
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and all things nice
That's what little girls are made of!
I really find it hard to believe that, body odour is what we woman are attracted too. Smelly men... I think not. But then thinking about it - there is nothing more sexier than a man who is hot and sweaty after a work out (ah KH !) Any way I am going off the topic. Really don’t know the whole odour issue thing, but the fact that chemical reactions of being in love is the same as extreme cases of OCD - puts a twist to being Madly in Love
According to Helen Fisher, an anthropologist - she says that being in love has the same chemical reactions or processes as having obsessive compulsive disorder.
Now before you jump on to my head, let me just tell you what she said.
According to research when you’re in 'love' chemical messengers such as dopamine are release. And this chemical in the right proportions, provokes intense energy, focused attention, recklessness and exhilaration. All associated with being in love.
Also stated that, if you do reckless or adventurous thing son your first date, you are more likely to stay together of the high release of dopamine.
When you are in love, the high levels of dopamine are also accompanied by low levels of serotonin. They measured 7 people who were in love or in the beginning exciting phase of their relationships, showed them a neutral picture and then picture of the one they loved and measured the chemical activity.
They then went to a psychiatric ward and measured the chemical activity of OCD patients and found that the levels were similar.
So basically you have the same chemicals running through you when your in love or you have OCD (extreme cases)
The other interesting fact was that, as the relationship progresses, the brain begins to deal with the high levels of dopamine and the neurons get desensitized. In long term relationships the level of serotonin increases and it is a hormone that promotes feelings of connection and bonding.
Researchers also state that the major histocompatibility complex (MHC)—influences women's attraction to men's body odors. Women are most attracted to men whose MHC genes were very different from her own. Basically woman are attracted to opposite body odours.
This reminds me of the poem
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of !
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and all things nice
That's what little girls are made of!
I really find it hard to believe that, body odour is what we woman are attracted too. Smelly men... I think not. But then thinking about it - there is nothing more sexier than a man who is hot and sweaty after a work out (ah KH !) Any way I am going off the topic. Really don’t know the whole odour issue thing, but the fact that chemical reactions of being in love is the same as extreme cases of OCD - puts a twist to being Madly in Love
Excruciating - extremely painful and the other random happenings of my life!
Well, previous post turned out to be quite compact in it self, I decided to give it, its 15 min of fame and write a new post for the other happenings in my life.
I was finally beginning to believe that maybe I am not as catastrophe prone as I claimed to be. I made it through three weeks of volleyball and ultimate frisbee with out any injuries.
Yay for me
(uuum not!)
Tuesday was playing volleyball... senior team against staff.. we trashed them! And I actually had some thing to do with it, for winning I mean. Game two score 12 - 5 advantage staff.
Shreez comes to serve and keeps serving till score is 22 - 5 advantage staff..
Go Shreez, Go Shreez, your on fire !!!
So yeah, yay to me! Any way between games, got hit in the face with a volleyball thanks to
Big B. (he's on my team! come on, stop hitting me!)
Any way, finished that game and then went for staff volleyball and Big B decides to spike and brilliant moi decides to get it - SMACK right in face - again!
Oh but wait, thats not all - some how managed to pull a nerve or sprain a muscle in my lowe vertabrae (dont really know) apart from the fact that I am in excruciaing pain!
Whoo pa dee do da!
Murphy - what do you have against me.
Any way, having Wednesday off was a nice mid week break, had some people over for a couple of drinks. Have not done that in ages.
Problem with residential schools, is that you end up following the rules set for students unintentionally.
Nice to spend some time with adults, have a couple of drinks and chill..
Big B, Professor, PP, Rachel and Pilot came over...
Finally opened the bottle of wine, which has been staring and me!
Discussions were pretty random.
Guys are stupid - girls are stupid - basically the human race is mindless wits (when it comes to love)
Again the whole men's obsession with woman and woman action
Me - seriously I don’t understand, men’s obsession with this woman on woman thing..
Pilot - dude, its two woman its (glazed look, drool - imagination running wild)
Me - I don’t get it
P - see we like woman, so there for two woman - double the liking
Me - we like men, but we don’t see them together!
P - point .. and we don’t like men so ...
Me - what do you mean so? we don’t like women and we don’t imagine it either
P - point
Me - uumm so what’s the point of the discussion
P - I don’t know, but woman on woman (glazed look, drool... etc )
Uurgh! any views any one?
Wednesday night - played poker! I actually like the game. Big B, Pilot and me. Pretty simple to understand, a lot on luck and since we were playing for rajma, dint really mind betting that much. Won twice (yay me!)
Its called Texas 5 star some thing (blame it on the pain killers et all)
Ended up chatting with Pilot till half past one, about quite a range of topics...which for the life of me can’t think of a single one worth writing about!
aanny way ! bro called yesterday, Looks like he was having a blast in Sri Lanka. We are closer now, too personal to mention, but just lets say I am no longer the bratty big mouth little sister he loved to hate!
Well that’s all from me with all my excruciating pain
Ciao
I was finally beginning to believe that maybe I am not as catastrophe prone as I claimed to be. I made it through three weeks of volleyball and ultimate frisbee with out any injuries.
Yay for me
(uuum not!)
Tuesday was playing volleyball... senior team against staff.. we trashed them! And I actually had some thing to do with it, for winning I mean. Game two score 12 - 5 advantage staff.
Shreez comes to serve and keeps serving till score is 22 - 5 advantage staff..
Go Shreez, Go Shreez, your on fire !!!
So yeah, yay to me! Any way between games, got hit in the face with a volleyball thanks to
Big B. (he's on my team! come on, stop hitting me!)
Any way, finished that game and then went for staff volleyball and Big B decides to spike and brilliant moi decides to get it - SMACK right in face - again!
Oh but wait, thats not all - some how managed to pull a nerve or sprain a muscle in my lowe vertabrae (dont really know) apart from the fact that I am in excruciaing pain!
Whoo pa dee do da!
Murphy - what do you have against me.
Any way, having Wednesday off was a nice mid week break, had some people over for a couple of drinks. Have not done that in ages.
Problem with residential schools, is that you end up following the rules set for students unintentionally.
Nice to spend some time with adults, have a couple of drinks and chill..
Big B, Professor, PP, Rachel and Pilot came over...
Finally opened the bottle of wine, which has been staring and me!
Discussions were pretty random.
Guys are stupid - girls are stupid - basically the human race is mindless wits (when it comes to love)
Again the whole men's obsession with woman and woman action
Me - seriously I don’t understand, men’s obsession with this woman on woman thing..
Pilot - dude, its two woman its (glazed look, drool - imagination running wild)
Me - I don’t get it
P - see we like woman, so there for two woman - double the liking
Me - we like men, but we don’t see them together!
P - point .. and we don’t like men so ...
Me - what do you mean so? we don’t like women and we don’t imagine it either
P - point
Me - uumm so what’s the point of the discussion
P - I don’t know, but woman on woman (glazed look, drool... etc )
Uurgh! any views any one?
Wednesday night - played poker! I actually like the game. Big B, Pilot and me. Pretty simple to understand, a lot on luck and since we were playing for rajma, dint really mind betting that much. Won twice (yay me!)
Its called Texas 5 star some thing (blame it on the pain killers et all)
Ended up chatting with Pilot till half past one, about quite a range of topics...which for the life of me can’t think of a single one worth writing about!
aanny way ! bro called yesterday, Looks like he was having a blast in Sri Lanka. We are closer now, too personal to mention, but just lets say I am no longer the bratty big mouth little sister he loved to hate!
Well that’s all from me with all my excruciating pain
Ciao
6 am you say?
Well what to say about the past few days.... hhhhhmmmm
With most people away for a few days, I was pretty much my self, which is a good thing I think, time to think.. will come back to the thinking aspect in a different blog, too deep and yeah, some other time.
Friday night - sat at home, watched stupid shows on TV like - Hannah Montanna (Billy Ray Cyrus and daughter star in it), spoke to IG and slept...
Saturday went to a hike. Now why would any one in their right mind want to wake up at 6 am on Saturday morning to chaperone a group of 20 whining middle schoolers.
Cos when you reach the peak and you sit down to look at the view, none of the cribbing really affects you.
The raw beauty makes it worth it. I usually stay at the back to wind up all the stragglers, which I don’t mind, don’t need to make any small talk with people, and usually day dream my way through the hike.
One thing I did notice, when you are doing a pretty steep stretch, every one shuts up and all you hear is the rhythmic sound of foot steps, thumping on the ground... n it syncs with the increased heart rate and that point of time your mind begins to pick up sounds.
The beetles 15 yards away
The birds flying high in the sky
The deep breaths you take
The crunching of twigs beneath your feet
The wind
The sun
The traffic 5 km away - the sound of honking cars, filtering through the forest reminding you, that civilization awaits.
Civilization awaits and life is calling you back
Monday, August 13, 2007
Unrequited love
Dedicated:
To those who have loved
Loved some one so much, but never had the courage to say any thing
Loved some one so much, but willing to give them up to see them happy
Loved some one so much, but have never been loved back
To all the unrequited love
For once I want to be protected
For once I want to be loved
Feeling your strength I know you’ll protect
Watching you I know you’ll love
But I guess I can never tell you
For the fear of losing you is too great
And even though I think it’s unfair
As much as I want you
As much as I think I need you
I know it’s not meant to be
Another life another time
Just maybe
To those who have loved
Loved some one so much, but never had the courage to say any thing
Loved some one so much, but willing to give them up to see them happy
Loved some one so much, but have never been loved back
To all the unrequited love
For once I want to be protected
For once I want to be loved
Feeling your strength I know you’ll protect
Watching you I know you’ll love
But I guess I can never tell you
For the fear of losing you is too great
And even though I think it’s unfair
As much as I want you
As much as I think I need you
I know it’s not meant to be
Another life another time
Just maybe
Lazy - resistant to work or exertion, disposed to idleness
IG and I were havinng one of our random conversations, revolving around the hotness of KH, the basic stupidity of people in general and what should I be called in her blog - we finally settled on PCB wanna be!
We were discussing some thing, which at the moment I cannot remember, but I did proclaim that I was lazy.
Me - IG... I am sooooo lazy !
IG - well...laziness had a quality of going and sucking everyone into its clutches
Me - thats stupid, how can laziness go out out suck people into its clutches... its lazy... it just sits on its fat arse and does nothing...
IG - nnnnooooooooo!!! i'm telling u, laziness is not lazy... it gets people into its clutches,
now comes the profound part...read on
IG - its like when u put a dollop of butter on hot toast, it does not do any thing yet it spreads all over... that is what laziness is!
How can you fight with that logic ??
We were discussing some thing, which at the moment I cannot remember, but I did proclaim that I was lazy.
Me - IG... I am sooooo lazy !
IG - well...laziness had a quality of going and sucking everyone into its clutches
Me - thats stupid, how can laziness go out out suck people into its clutches... its lazy... it just sits on its fat arse and does nothing...
IG - nnnnooooooooo!!! i'm telling u, laziness is not lazy... it gets people into its clutches,
now comes the profound part...read on
IG - its like when u put a dollop of butter on hot toast, it does not do any thing yet it spreads all over... that is what laziness is!
How can you fight with that logic ??
Friday, August 10, 2007
Lizen me
Ah, lovely Chidambram, I shall be returning to you soon, my love. But before I go there, I must remeber some of the stuff I learnt there... these are just a few of the pearls of wisdom, will be updating them, as soon as I find my notes:
1. A child’s problem is due to the parents, before correcting the child correct the parent – Suresh (i agree i agree)
2. No use of technolozee in the classroom (Translation - no use of cell phones)
3. The infaaant has panis envy (Translation – the infant has penis envy)
4. Lizen me, or you’ll be cooore idiot (Translation – Listen, else you’ll be a core idiot)
5. Adoption is an alternative method of conception
6. Use of technolozee to determine the sex of the woman in the womb
7. Lesbian (Nagalaxmi a wonderful prof of ours could not say the word, but had to write it
down and giggle)
8. Make happy the other person
1. A child’s problem is due to the parents, before correcting the child correct the parent – Suresh (i agree i agree)
2. No use of technolozee in the classroom (Translation - no use of cell phones)
3. The infaaant has panis envy (Translation – the infant has penis envy)
4. Lizen me, or you’ll be cooore idiot (Translation – Listen, else you’ll be a core idiot)
5. Adoption is an alternative method of conception
6. Use of technolozee to determine the sex of the woman in the womb
7. Lesbian (Nagalaxmi a wonderful prof of ours could not say the word, but had to write it
down and giggle)
8. Make happy the other person
9. He talk, I talk, why you middle middle talk
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
I feel prweety
I coloured my hair... I no longer look like a street urchin with the horrible copper/blonde streaks...
Its dark red, but since my hair is dark brown any way - it just gives a nice tint to it... me happy.
I also straightened it.... do you know how much I love my hair straight... It is so much EASIER to handle...
My hair usually fluffs up and and frames my face 6 inches on either side... so when i tuck my hair behind my ears I look like I have doggie ears... and no matter how much I blow dry it... my hair will never look like it does once I leave the saloon.
Any way I love my hair straight, and cant help but stop at every mirror and analyze it.
Yesterday when I got up from a meeting, I caught my reflection in a mirror and I dint recgonize myself....
I am going to invest in a straigherner... I think its time...
Its dark red, but since my hair is dark brown any way - it just gives a nice tint to it... me happy.
I also straightened it.... do you know how much I love my hair straight... It is so much EASIER to handle...
My hair usually fluffs up and and frames my face 6 inches on either side... so when i tuck my hair behind my ears I look like I have doggie ears... and no matter how much I blow dry it... my hair will never look like it does once I leave the saloon.
Any way I love my hair straight, and cant help but stop at every mirror and analyze it.
Yesterday when I got up from a meeting, I caught my reflection in a mirror and I dint recgonize myself....
I am going to invest in a straigherner... I think its time...
Update
Well, I have not written in ages. For the past few weeks I have been disconnecting my self from the world. I dont want to have face to face contact with people, I want to sit at home and read a book, write and basically be by my self.
Anyway coming back to the update of my life
Sunday was S birthday. The big 2 - 4.. any way went for a picnic out in the the mountains. Was fun. Saw loads of bisons, but was not able to get a single good shot. Dang it ! They were so close. S got baptized (more about that in another post)
I am going to an even smaller town this Sept. Chidambram - blah ! Stuck there for two weeks while I have my contact classes (doing my masters thru distance education) The only good thing is - that I get to go to Poondicherry on my way there and back. Which I totally love.
Pondy is such an amazing place - and not to mention how cheap the booze it... Wine wine and more wine I love wine
Dad is down south this week. Back in his home town for two days, then he is going to pondicherry (he's heard so much from me... ) and then he is in Chennai for two days. He is also sending me wine. Ah dad's you got to love them
I miss him alot...
Aunty, Uncle, B & S are going down to Chennai for four days. I'm all by my lonesome for these few days. Not that I mind... but it will be weird, should go meet the new people. Maybe they are cool.
Oh yeah how can I forget, I am going SCUBA DIVING !!
Mum and I are going to Lakshwdeep this october for a week. Deep sea diving, snorkeling and other stuff. Have not been to Lakshwadeep for 17 years... last time I was there - dad was flying... I cant wait to go... some thing to look forward too..
Anyway coming back to the update of my life
Sunday was S birthday. The big 2 - 4.. any way went for a picnic out in the the mountains. Was fun. Saw loads of bisons, but was not able to get a single good shot. Dang it ! They were so close. S got baptized (more about that in another post)
I am going to an even smaller town this Sept. Chidambram - blah ! Stuck there for two weeks while I have my contact classes (doing my masters thru distance education) The only good thing is - that I get to go to Poondicherry on my way there and back. Which I totally love.
Pondy is such an amazing place - and not to mention how cheap the booze it... Wine wine and more wine I love wine
Dad is down south this week. Back in his home town for two days, then he is going to pondicherry (he's heard so much from me... ) and then he is in Chennai for two days. He is also sending me wine. Ah dad's you got to love them
I miss him alot...
Aunty, Uncle, B & S are going down to Chennai for four days. I'm all by my lonesome for these few days. Not that I mind... but it will be weird, should go meet the new people. Maybe they are cool.
Oh yeah how can I forget, I am going SCUBA DIVING !!
Mum and I are going to Lakshwdeep this october for a week. Deep sea diving, snorkeling and other stuff. Have not been to Lakshwadeep for 17 years... last time I was there - dad was flying... I cant wait to go... some thing to look forward too..
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Friends forever
I was going through some old emails and found this email from Blondie. I am so lucky to have friends like Blondie in my life. Blondie, Intellecual Goddess, P Diddy, Papa Ramero. You guys have been with me through thick and thin. I love you'll
Shreez please take care of your self...I know that your parents some times feel that your not mature enough or the fact that u go against the wishes of thefamily...but sweetie there is one thing that I want to say...am very proud of you and what u believe in...I think you are a very mature and responsible girl...I think nobody will agree more than I do. I’ve seen u transform from a school kid... from a college graduate....I’ve seen it all and trust me sweetie you’ve transformed into a very nice girl who has a good head on her shoulders!!!....am proud ofyou....ok my darling Shreez!!!
Now smile!!!
Will call u later
Love u my sweetie...take care
Shreez please take care of your self...I know that your parents some times feel that your not mature enough or the fact that u go against the wishes of thefamily...but sweetie there is one thing that I want to say...am very proud of you and what u believe in...I think you are a very mature and responsible girl...I think nobody will agree more than I do. I’ve seen u transform from a school kid... from a college graduate....I’ve seen it all and trust me sweetie you’ve transformed into a very nice girl who has a good head on her shoulders!!!....am proud ofyou....ok my darling Shreez!!!
Now smile!!!
Will call u later
Love u my sweetie...take care
Until nothing is left
She sits in her favorite arm chair, legs curled beneath her. Her eyes reflect the fire, which crackles and pops in front of her. Flames slowly advance towards the dry pieces of wood. Enveloping them, eating away slowly but steadily, until they are nothing but red embers destined to turn into ash and be swept away.
She yearns for silence although it surrounds every aspect of her life. She is faced with mute lips, deaf ears and blind eyes. Yet the voices in her head scream at her. Every minute of every day she hears those voices.
She is not crazy, neither schizophrenic nor a hypo manic. She is just a girl with problems. Problems like every one else. And they are slowing eating her up, breaking her down bit by bit. Until nothing is left.
She yearns for silence although it surrounds every aspect of her life. She is faced with mute lips, deaf ears and blind eyes. Yet the voices in her head scream at her. Every minute of every day she hears those voices.
She is not crazy, neither schizophrenic nor a hypo manic. She is just a girl with problems. Problems like every one else. And they are slowing eating her up, breaking her down bit by bit. Until nothing is left.
mmmm yummy !
I love the fact, that when I walked into my house yesterday - it smelt of warm cookies... cinnamon, blueberries and dates. It felt good to be home.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Calling New York
Little things make me happy. A certain song, some thing said from the heart, a specific smell, an online hug... little things make me smile.
The past year - the constant thought in my head is "I've grown up"
I guess after living with my parents for 21 years - it feels good to be away. To stand on my own to feet and not run to them with my tail between my legs as many predicted I would.
But coming back to what I started off with. Walking back from the grocery store, having people over for dinner tonight (pasta and vino)
Any way walking back with my arms full of groceries, listening to music, smiling to my self - I felt like the main character from a chick flick. Felt grown up.
And then a truck passes by - fumes spurting out and in the little cartoon stip in my head, I am now covered with soot.
Am not making sense. Difficult to explain. Any way almost end of the day. Yippee.... 12 people over for dinner. Cant wait (I am such a little hostess) followed by staff volleyball.
Adios
PS - the reason the post is titled Calling New York is I felt very new yorkish - refer to chick flick character.. ok me bluthering now.
PPS - its pouring with rain :D
The past year - the constant thought in my head is "I've grown up"
I guess after living with my parents for 21 years - it feels good to be away. To stand on my own to feet and not run to them with my tail between my legs as many predicted I would.
But coming back to what I started off with. Walking back from the grocery store, having people over for dinner tonight (pasta and vino)
Any way walking back with my arms full of groceries, listening to music, smiling to my self - I felt like the main character from a chick flick. Felt grown up.
And then a truck passes by - fumes spurting out and in the little cartoon stip in my head, I am now covered with soot.
Am not making sense. Difficult to explain. Any way almost end of the day. Yippee.... 12 people over for dinner. Cant wait (I am such a little hostess) followed by staff volleyball.
Adios
PS - the reason the post is titled Calling New York is I felt very new yorkish - refer to chick flick character.. ok me bluthering now.
PPS - its pouring with rain :D
From outfit analyis to appreciating people in my life
Trust S to notice some thing about my outfit and make fun of it. Todays fascination was with my shoes. My red wedges.
Some of the retorts:
The one eyed foot
Toes with a moustache
Weird feet
You've only painted one toe (not true)
This boy has nothing better to do, than do analyis my outfits. But I really dont mind, when he and B dont catch on some thing stupid I said or analyis my outfits I know some thing is wrong.
Oh yeah and the first thing he says on sunday when I got into the car - going fishing?
(was wearing 3/4ths with boots and a sweater)
Then decided I look more like I am going horse riding than fishing...
These people have an obsession with my socks. I dont wear the usual socks. Mine are bright and funky to reflect my mood!
Black and yellow ... bright organge.... pink with cows (I love my socks) and they love makin fun of them.
But that is B & S - and I adore them. My family away from family.
They all have taken me in with arms wide open - Auntie and Uncle have been my mum and dad over here.
I love the fact that I feel at home in thier houses and they feel the same way about my house.
People think B and I are sisters and dorm parents - long story another post maybe..
But yeah I thank God for bring them into my life - past year would have been very different with out them around.
Cheers to you guys
Blueberries
Been in the mood to cook lately... blueberry season - therefore the main ingrediant in all my recipes.
These are the ladies who go to the forest and find blueberrie. They remind me of Prof Sprout from Harry Potter.
Blueberry cake with lemon glaze
Blueberry and oatmeal muffins
Oatmeal cookies
Blueberry spread
Blueberry liquor (vodka and blueberries - mmmm yummy, a new demontini maybe?)
Been thinking of starting like a catering business... well basically just deserts and snacks.. ne ideas people?
These are the ladies who go to the forest and find blueberrie. They remind me of Prof Sprout from Harry Potter.
Blueberry cake with lemon glaze
Blueberry and oatmeal muffins
Oatmeal cookies
Blueberry spread
Blueberry liquor (vodka and blueberries - mmmm yummy, a new demontini maybe?)
Been thinking of starting like a catering business... well basically just deserts and snacks.. ne ideas people?
Monday, July 30, 2007
Daddy dearest
I love my dad. Adore him, respect him, all in all the number one man in my life. I am a daddy's girl - I just need to ask and I know dad will get it done for me. And I guess with the fear of being spoilt my mum became super strict with me. But now that I live alone, I know I can count on him, but I am on my own to feet and like doing things my self.
I am lucky that way, my parents have never been the type to get on case for the whole marriage thing. They dont care what other people say and ask.. about the whole singlehood thingie. They have never placed any criteria on the guys I go out with.. no religious, caste or staus issues. But mum did give me two pre requistes
1. Must like dogs (with fours dogs in the house, she aint going to be locking any of them up on my boy friend's behalf)
2. Must know how to enjoy a drink. (Our home's focal point is the bar. Its where most dicussions and fights take place. No we are not an alcholic family. But enjoy a drink once in a while)
Mum wants me to enjoy my 20's and make most of single life. My dad is slowing realizing that he has turned 61 and whats to retire and have lots of grandkids to play with and there for looks at me! What about my brother - he has to place the family seed in the world - go look at him and he is 8 years older - he needs to get married. But my dad says he wants to see his baby get married.
Any way I still consider it to be a big joke and smile whenever dad brings up the topic. Which brings me to the reason why I was writing this post and got side tracked as usual.
Blondie and I were sitting with mum and dad having a drink :) When dad suddenly says
"You have to meet this uncle's son"
S - "Dad, stop it, the last guy was not my type and doubt this one will be either"
D - "He is really handsome ask your mother"
S - "Mum ?"
M - "He is pretty good looking"
D - "See .. and he is pilot and can sing what more do you want?" (he says this smiling)
Blondie interupts
B - "Uncle wait, I know what my best friend wants - let me check him out"
D - "Ok"
B - "Is he big made? not scrawny... shreez needs a guy, who when hugs her, makes her feel protected?
D - "He is pretty broad... "
B - "Ok, not bad.. secondly does he have big hands ?"
D - "What??"
Mum begins to laugh
B - "Uncle I know what shreez wants, she loves big hands - does he have big hands ?"
D - a bit flabeergasted "Well yeah I guess, not that I really noticed"
B - "Last, but most importantly - is he tall ?"
Dad with a gleam and most excitedly says
"YES YES he is tall...... he is 5'7"
?????!!!!!!!!!!!
Blondie and I fall of the chair laughing.
S - "You cant be serious dad"
D - "What, thats a good hight for a guy"
S - "Dad I am 5'7... if I wear heels he'll look like a midget infront of me"
Oh and too top it off I asked my dad what the guys name was? He said he dint know his real name, but his pet name was "Minku"
Blondie and I laugh hysterically and head out for drinks and dinner.
Thats my dad for you. He is the cutest.
PS - to all the minku's out there. I have nothing against you'll. Peace !
I am lucky that way, my parents have never been the type to get on case for the whole marriage thing. They dont care what other people say and ask.. about the whole singlehood thingie. They have never placed any criteria on the guys I go out with.. no religious, caste or staus issues. But mum did give me two pre requistes
1. Must like dogs (with fours dogs in the house, she aint going to be locking any of them up on my boy friend's behalf)
2. Must know how to enjoy a drink. (Our home's focal point is the bar. Its where most dicussions and fights take place. No we are not an alcholic family. But enjoy a drink once in a while)
Mum wants me to enjoy my 20's and make most of single life. My dad is slowing realizing that he has turned 61 and whats to retire and have lots of grandkids to play with and there for looks at me! What about my brother - he has to place the family seed in the world - go look at him and he is 8 years older - he needs to get married. But my dad says he wants to see his baby get married.
Any way I still consider it to be a big joke and smile whenever dad brings up the topic. Which brings me to the reason why I was writing this post and got side tracked as usual.
Blondie and I were sitting with mum and dad having a drink :) When dad suddenly says
"You have to meet this uncle's son"
S - "Dad, stop it, the last guy was not my type and doubt this one will be either"
D - "He is really handsome ask your mother"
S - "Mum ?"
M - "He is pretty good looking"
D - "See .. and he is pilot and can sing what more do you want?" (he says this smiling)
Blondie interupts
B - "Uncle wait, I know what my best friend wants - let me check him out"
D - "Ok"
B - "Is he big made? not scrawny... shreez needs a guy, who when hugs her, makes her feel protected?
D - "He is pretty broad... "
B - "Ok, not bad.. secondly does he have big hands ?"
D - "What??"
Mum begins to laugh
B - "Uncle I know what shreez wants, she loves big hands - does he have big hands ?"
D - a bit flabeergasted "Well yeah I guess, not that I really noticed"
B - "Last, but most importantly - is he tall ?"
Dad with a gleam and most excitedly says
"YES YES he is tall...... he is 5'7"
?????!!!!!!!!!!!
Blondie and I fall of the chair laughing.
S - "You cant be serious dad"
D - "What, thats a good hight for a guy"
S - "Dad I am 5'7... if I wear heels he'll look like a midget infront of me"
Oh and too top it off I asked my dad what the guys name was? He said he dint know his real name, but his pet name was "Minku"
Blondie and I laugh hysterically and head out for drinks and dinner.
Thats my dad for you. He is the cutest.
PS - to all the minku's out there. I have nothing against you'll. Peace !
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Incriminating evidence
Technology has finally come to bite me in the arse. Although technology is usally on my side, since I am the only one who has my camera with me 24/7 to video tape every single aspect of our lives -
Lemon tree
Tequila
Truth and Dare
YMCA
Sex change
Waxing
Just a few of the many videos which I have taken over the past year. I however was lucky to always be behind the camera, while other's made complete arses of them selves.
But that dang S found the incriminating video. The one, which can potentially lead to a very precarious situation.
Here I thought I held all the cards in my hand, he said he deleted the video... but he found it. I have to be nice to him now.
Dang stupid social networking sites. Facebook you provide the perfect access point.
Lemon tree
Tequila
Truth and Dare
YMCA
Sex change
Waxing
Just a few of the many videos which I have taken over the past year. I however was lucky to always be behind the camera, while other's made complete arses of them selves.
But that dang S found the incriminating video. The one, which can potentially lead to a very precarious situation.
Here I thought I held all the cards in my hand, he said he deleted the video... but he found it. I have to be nice to him now.
Dang stupid social networking sites. Facebook you provide the perfect access point.
Sound track to my life
Songs which make me happy
Inner smile - old aiesec song, brings back the memories of aiesec, ah the good ol days
Had a bad day (Daniel Powter) - odd choice but I like the song
Hard on the ticker (Tim Mc Graw)
Songs which always makes me cry
Dance with my father (Luther Vandross) - I love you dad
Songs which remind me of people
Eye of the tiger - Intellectual Goddess (4th is April baby)
Losing my religion - Maniac (beavis ! muah)
Wish you were here - JD (a part of the past)
Blame it on the boogie - White boy (the semster was fun)
Sweet Caroline - Bon (miss ya roomie)
Higher (Creed) - S (you finally sang it)
Lucky lips - JB (first song he sang for me)
Follow me - Dancer (funny white boy)
No woman, no cry - Papa Romero (thanks for the dance)
Songs which I listen to when I need to vent
Drops of Jupiter
Save tonight
You learn
Old favorites
Mustang Sally
Born under a bad sign
I'm your Hootchi Coochi Mama
Twist and shout
Tutti Frutti
Good golly miss molly
Shout
Lovey Dovey songs
With or with out you
Deep
Eternal Flame
Two steps behind
Every thing to see her smile (Tim Mc Graw)
Songs which tell me I'll get through it
Trading my sorrows
I will praise him
Indescribable
Every move I make
I can only imagine
Inner smile - old aiesec song, brings back the memories of aiesec, ah the good ol days
Had a bad day (Daniel Powter) - odd choice but I like the song
Hard on the ticker (Tim Mc Graw)
Songs which always makes me cry
Dance with my father (Luther Vandross) - I love you dad
Songs which remind me of people
Eye of the tiger - Intellectual Goddess (4th is April baby)
Losing my religion - Maniac (beavis ! muah)
Wish you were here - JD (a part of the past)
Blame it on the boogie - White boy (the semster was fun)
Sweet Caroline - Bon (miss ya roomie)
Higher (Creed) - S (you finally sang it)
Lucky lips - JB (first song he sang for me)
Follow me - Dancer (funny white boy)
No woman, no cry - Papa Romero (thanks for the dance)
Songs which I listen to when I need to vent
Drops of Jupiter
Save tonight
You learn
Old favorites
Mustang Sally
Born under a bad sign
I'm your Hootchi Coochi Mama
Twist and shout
Tutti Frutti
Good golly miss molly
Shout
Lovey Dovey songs
With or with out you
Deep
Eternal Flame
Two steps behind
Every thing to see her smile (Tim Mc Graw)
Songs which tell me I'll get through it
Trading my sorrows
I will praise him
Indescribable
Every move I make
I can only imagine
Almost famous
I have a write up on the school website. Am I not cool ? I love the last line, makes me sound extremely intellectual - I can come up with so much crap some times :) (oh yeah and I enjoy witing in the third person)
Shreez
Projects Assistant
Shreez is currently assisting in the KISCO office on various projects. She is 22 and a graduate of University of Delhi, 2005 with a Degree in Psychology (specializing in Industrial Psychology), and hopes to complete an MBA.
Discovering the KIS volunteer program just by chance, she admits that it's the best decision she ever took and is very grateful for the opportunities offered to her by KIS.
She went on to accept a full time contract and is now committed to KIS for a further 2 years. Shreez comes from an education background of a family-owned and run Delhi independent school. She enjoys interacting with the students, as well as helping out with their various activities. Having run summer camps for children between the ages of 6 - 14, she has put her skills to use in KIS. As a debating and theatre enthusiast she feels that KIS is just the place to be.Being in Kodaikanal is the first time that Shreez has ever lived out of Delhi but she feels quite at home at KIS and is into the swing of things.
"The hustle and bustle of school life infused with the serenity of a hill station is the perfect blend. for an avid reader and poet like my self."
Shreez
Projects Assistant
Shreez is currently assisting in the KISCO office on various projects. She is 22 and a graduate of University of Delhi, 2005 with a Degree in Psychology (specializing in Industrial Psychology), and hopes to complete an MBA.
Discovering the KIS volunteer program just by chance, she admits that it's the best decision she ever took and is very grateful for the opportunities offered to her by KIS.
She went on to accept a full time contract and is now committed to KIS for a further 2 years. Shreez comes from an education background of a family-owned and run Delhi independent school. She enjoys interacting with the students, as well as helping out with their various activities. Having run summer camps for children between the ages of 6 - 14, she has put her skills to use in KIS. As a debating and theatre enthusiast she feels that KIS is just the place to be.Being in Kodaikanal is the first time that Shreez has ever lived out of Delhi but she feels quite at home at KIS and is into the swing of things.
"The hustle and bustle of school life infused with the serenity of a hill station is the perfect blend. for an avid reader and poet like my self."
Fire
You know what I love about Kodai - its the weather, when the mist rolls in and all you see is white, I love it.
Nurse a cup of coffee, letting the warmth from my cup, penetrate my hands and feel my finger tips. To sit infront of a roaring fire, watching this wood starting to smoke and then suddenly flames sprout up, the crackling of wood, the sputter of moisture coming out from the logs, to see red hot embers form.
I love watching a fire, my mind disconnects from the issues of the day and just wanders. I dont remember much about last night, apart from the fact that I was up till 2 am staring at my fire. Every time I went out to get wood, the cold air would creap up my spine... but then to come back to my fire snuggle into my arm chair and breathe a sigh of relief.
Apart from the dirty dishes my house pretty much took a page out from the the perfect housewife guide.
A warm living room, the only light being cast from the fire - the air infused with the smell of wood and frshly baked blueberry muffins.
Been doing alot of cooking lately, it helps me unwind and relax. Have a feeling I am going to be blowing up pretty soon... sudden eruption.
Any way made oatmeal cookies, blueberry muffins and mullgatany soup in the past few days. Today am planning to make blueberry bread with a lemon gaze.
This is the time I miss white boy and YG - with them around, food will finish for sure.
Place is wierd with out them, but thats kodai for you - people come and people go!
Nurse a cup of coffee, letting the warmth from my cup, penetrate my hands and feel my finger tips. To sit infront of a roaring fire, watching this wood starting to smoke and then suddenly flames sprout up, the crackling of wood, the sputter of moisture coming out from the logs, to see red hot embers form.
I love watching a fire, my mind disconnects from the issues of the day and just wanders. I dont remember much about last night, apart from the fact that I was up till 2 am staring at my fire. Every time I went out to get wood, the cold air would creap up my spine... but then to come back to my fire snuggle into my arm chair and breathe a sigh of relief.
Apart from the dirty dishes my house pretty much took a page out from the the perfect housewife guide.
A warm living room, the only light being cast from the fire - the air infused with the smell of wood and frshly baked blueberry muffins.
Been doing alot of cooking lately, it helps me unwind and relax. Have a feeling I am going to be blowing up pretty soon... sudden eruption.
Any way made oatmeal cookies, blueberry muffins and mullgatany soup in the past few days. Today am planning to make blueberry bread with a lemon gaze.
This is the time I miss white boy and YG - with them around, food will finish for sure.
Place is wierd with out them, but thats kodai for you - people come and people go!
Monday, July 23, 2007
What a way to start the week !
Its 11:21 am - Monday morning and seeing how the morning was I hope the week is not following the same route.
Had to drag my self out of bed today, not that I had a really late night sunday (was in bed at 9:30) but yeah it was warm and cozy in my bed.
Sitting and reading a blog this morning and suddenly felt some thing fall on my head. Shook my head and looked up to see if the roof was crumbling... nope... then looked around to see if B or some else had walked in and tried grabbing my attention ...nope...
Look on the floor to see, what knocked me on my head.... and look down at my chest and there is a lizard staring back at me !
This thing had falled off the roof, landed on my head and then when I shook my head, landed on my sweater and had been staring at me for a few minutes.
Hysterical screaming, jerky movements and watery eyes.... I dont like lizards
Had to drag my self out of bed today, not that I had a really late night sunday (was in bed at 9:30) but yeah it was warm and cozy in my bed.
Sitting and reading a blog this morning and suddenly felt some thing fall on my head. Shook my head and looked up to see if the roof was crumbling... nope... then looked around to see if B or some else had walked in and tried grabbing my attention ...nope...
Look on the floor to see, what knocked me on my head.... and look down at my chest and there is a lizard staring back at me !
This thing had falled off the roof, landed on my head and then when I shook my head, landed on my sweater and had been staring at me for a few minutes.
Hysterical screaming, jerky movements and watery eyes.... I dont like lizards
Friday, July 20, 2007
Old Friends
No matter how much I try, there are certain people I cannot forget. No matter how much they hurt me and how many times I promised my self I would put them out of my mind. Some how they manage to crawl into my life again.
Read an interesting blog and it made me think of R. Who says you cant be just friends with the opposite sex. R was only guy I loved for the friend he was, never saw him as any thing else and no matter what other people say - it was a platonic relationship.
The first day I met him, we spoke for over an hour. Walking up and down the street, while I waited for my car to come. And thats how it always was.
Talk every night for a couple of hours.
Laugh about the most inconsequential aspects of our lives.
He was the one I called after bombing a huge presentation,
He was the one I diverted all my calls so I dint need to listen to people telling me how much I screwed up.
He was the one, who would take me for a drive when I felt I would go crazy if I stayed at home.
I would think twice before daring to try a fag, for what would he think.
He is the one who told me to tell tubby that I liked him.
He is the one who listened to me when I had a stupid fight with blondie over tubby.
He taught me how to eat rajma and aloo bujiya
I would always stand up for him.
I always had time for him.
But then things began to change. He dint have the time for me. I could'nt deal with it.
We fought.
I got mad - he remained passive.
I waited for him to call and apologize. He never did. I got sick of waiting and I called him. I apologized for being stubborn, I wanted things to go bak the way they were.
I left the ball in his court, but he had already left the game. I still miss him, 3 years have passed. I met him once, to an outsider it seemed like two strangers were meeting.
How could he have forgotton all the fun we had....
I miss him.. but I guess he's not coming back.
These days have gone my friend
Of careless laughter and unbridled fun
We no longer talk about our future
No long chats about the days ahead
We are there my friend
We are all grown up
It’s sad we are not as close as we thought we would be
You’re far and so am I
The current is rough
Our problems turbulent
I guess there will always be the good old days
Some where in the dark recesses of our mind
Read an interesting blog and it made me think of R. Who says you cant be just friends with the opposite sex. R was only guy I loved for the friend he was, never saw him as any thing else and no matter what other people say - it was a platonic relationship.
The first day I met him, we spoke for over an hour. Walking up and down the street, while I waited for my car to come. And thats how it always was.
Talk every night for a couple of hours.
Laugh about the most inconsequential aspects of our lives.
He was the one I called after bombing a huge presentation,
He was the one I diverted all my calls so I dint need to listen to people telling me how much I screwed up.
He was the one, who would take me for a drive when I felt I would go crazy if I stayed at home.
I would think twice before daring to try a fag, for what would he think.
He is the one who told me to tell tubby that I liked him.
He is the one who listened to me when I had a stupid fight with blondie over tubby.
He taught me how to eat rajma and aloo bujiya
I would always stand up for him.
I always had time for him.
But then things began to change. He dint have the time for me. I could'nt deal with it.
We fought.
I got mad - he remained passive.
I waited for him to call and apologize. He never did. I got sick of waiting and I called him. I apologized for being stubborn, I wanted things to go bak the way they were.
I left the ball in his court, but he had already left the game. I still miss him, 3 years have passed. I met him once, to an outsider it seemed like two strangers were meeting.
How could he have forgotton all the fun we had....
I miss him.. but I guess he's not coming back.
These days have gone my friend
Of careless laughter and unbridled fun
We no longer talk about our future
No long chats about the days ahead
We are there my friend
We are all grown up
It’s sad we are not as close as we thought we would be
You’re far and so am I
The current is rough
Our problems turbulent
I guess there will always be the good old days
Some where in the dark recesses of our mind
Thursday, July 19, 2007
He sits next to her. Unsure of what to do. She is holding on to her knees, head buried in her arms. He can see the fresh scratches on her arms. She seems so smail, a scared little girl - so different from the confidant, happy person he knows.
He touches her tentatively, calling out her name in that deep voice of his.
She looks up at him, her face has lost all colour, her right eye turning a shade of ink blue, her lip is split open and the blood is beinging to clot. He gets up to get an ice pack
She grabs on to him, her nails clawing into his flesh, he can barely get her to release her grip. She pulls him down next to her and as he puts his arms around her, she lays her head down on his chest. They stay like that for some time. He knows he should not push her to talk. His cheek on top her head and says a silent prayer.
He suddenly realizes that she is talking, her voice muffled, he shifts his body so as to hear her better and the words just keep pouring out.
'I tried stopping him, I did. But he was just too strong. It started off with a simple kiss and to be honest I wanted to kiss him as well.
He knew just what to say and when to say. He knows how to make me feel loved. So I kissed him. My arms were entwined around his neck and his hands were on the small of my back. He enveloped me and I felt protected.
He was so tender, in the beginning that is. Things were going to fast, I wasn't ready for it. I told him to stop, but he dint listen - he pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top.
I couldn't move. He told me not to struggle, he told me he loved me. I screamed - that’s when he hit me. The room began to spin. Felt his hands all over me, smelt his breath infused with the tequila he had been drinking slobbering over me.
What happened to the man I knew I thought. What happened to the tenderness which attracted me to him?"
"You saved me" she said. Her monologue now turned into a dialogue with me. "I dont know what would have happened if you ... Why did you come back?"
He touches her tentatively, calling out her name in that deep voice of his.
She looks up at him, her face has lost all colour, her right eye turning a shade of ink blue, her lip is split open and the blood is beinging to clot. He gets up to get an ice pack
She grabs on to him, her nails clawing into his flesh, he can barely get her to release her grip. She pulls him down next to her and as he puts his arms around her, she lays her head down on his chest. They stay like that for some time. He knows he should not push her to talk. His cheek on top her head and says a silent prayer.
He suddenly realizes that she is talking, her voice muffled, he shifts his body so as to hear her better and the words just keep pouring out.
'I tried stopping him, I did. But he was just too strong. It started off with a simple kiss and to be honest I wanted to kiss him as well.
He knew just what to say and when to say. He knows how to make me feel loved. So I kissed him. My arms were entwined around his neck and his hands were on the small of my back. He enveloped me and I felt protected.
He was so tender, in the beginning that is. Things were going to fast, I wasn't ready for it. I told him to stop, but he dint listen - he pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top.
I couldn't move. He told me not to struggle, he told me he loved me. I screamed - that’s when he hit me. The room began to spin. Felt his hands all over me, smelt his breath infused with the tequila he had been drinking slobbering over me.
What happened to the man I knew I thought. What happened to the tenderness which attracted me to him?"
"You saved me" she said. Her monologue now turned into a dialogue with me. "I dont know what would have happened if you ... Why did you come back?"
"I forgot my bag" he says. The nights experience dismantling it self while the familiarity of life surrounds her. 'I forgot my bag' she smiles and he holds on to her, never wanting to let go.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I feel good
Dint wake up this morning thinking it was going to be an extremly good day, but by george - even with all the crap going on - I am in a pretty good mood. The only problem now is - whats going to make me crash back in to reality.
But until, I going to enjoy the feeling... listening to some tim mc'graw thanks J3 for all the music. But thats the right music to listen to when you are in a mood to think about life ahead and reminance about the past.
But until, I going to enjoy the feeling... listening to some tim mc'graw thanks J3 for all the music. But thats the right music to listen to when you are in a mood to think about life ahead and reminance about the past.
Pleasant surprise
I hate(and cannot emphasize this enough) - how much I hate going to the bank.
1. I don’t know how to write a cheque
2. I get frazzled when I have to withdraw money from the bank instead of the atm
3. I have now learnt how to get a demand draft made (and still make mistakes some times)
Now you may consider me a spoilt brat - but with the comforts of online banking, standing in ques for ages is really not worth it.
Especially when you are dealing with a government bank.
Bureaucratic, extremely slow and just down right rude. Since I have got my account with a government bank (there are no private banks here) I absolutely HATE going to the bank.
I have fought with the manager at least 3 times. Trying to get a simple bank statement for my visa turned out to be such an ordeal.
I go bright and early to find out, how I can go about getting a bank statement I am told to come back at 3 pm, to meet the accountant. I ask whether I should bring any documentation. I am told NO. I come back at 3 pm, to be told by the accountant that I need to a letter. When I say that I was told I did not need one, he screams at me for thinking I can waltz into the bank and act like a big shot. I then decided to just get this thing done with and ask whether I can get a piece of paper to write the letter. He then says - we are a bank not a stationers
(Intellectual Goddess was with me and could see my blood boil)
This is when I lost my temper and threw a diva tantrum (watch out biatch) !!!
So understandably, when I had to go to the bank to tell them I needed a new pin number for my debit card and get a demand draft made - I would be in for an hour of waiting and extremely high levels of frustrations.
With a deep breath I walk in, telling my self to remain calm. I am told to go to this new guy, to discuss my debit card issue.
I give him my letter; I have come prepared this time. Letter and pass book ready for display. He takes the letter, reads it - says it will take a week to process and will get a new pin next week. That was quick I thought maybe it wont be as bad as I thought. I go to get a demand draft slip and am standing in line to get it done. He calls me back again, confirms that the email has been sent. Seeing the demand draft slip in my hand, takes it from me.
He by passes all the lines and gets my slip verified and hands me my demand draft in less than ten minutes along with my updated pass book.
I was flabbergasted. I have never had such amazing service. Kudos to him for renewing my faith in government banks. If only the government hired more people like that !
And I come back to the office to find out he has made banking a pleasant experience for others as well.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Can we try behaving like adults
"You have joined the work force, its time to stop acting as a kid. You are an adult now - act like one. "
Wise words from a wise woman - my mum
I wished the other 'adults' had some one to tell them the same. People twice my age acting as kids - with the he says she says philosophy, how do you expect any logical comprimise to be reached.
Hitting below the belt, vile rumours, back stabbing - is this my initiation to the working world?
Here to mold the minds of the future generations, doomed they are !
Wise words from a wise woman - my mum
I wished the other 'adults' had some one to tell them the same. People twice my age acting as kids - with the he says she says philosophy, how do you expect any logical comprimise to be reached.
Hitting below the belt, vile rumours, back stabbing - is this my initiation to the working world?
Here to mold the minds of the future generations, doomed they are !
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