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
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