Of Challenges and Consequences

One of the biggest challenges in life is owning up to your actions. But one bigger than that, is facing the consequences.

Over the past many years, I have made mistakes, my conscience singed many a times. But owning up is often an act of recklessness: turned to with ease. The rush of warmth that flows from the tip of ones fingers to the head when wielding the sword of wanton honesty. An act of defiance in isolation of the ledger of life. The moment of freedom when shouting on the top of one’s lungs, is a momentary murder of the conscience, a space where acts merge with existence and become one. I am not Me. I am what I did. I am the Infidel, the Murderer, the Beast.

Soon the clutches of fate latch on. But one finds the fabric of life fraught with lies of little meaning but much consequence. A whirlpool of causal mess. In the past there were friends to merge forces with. Who would fight for honor and defend to death. But, distances emerge where distances are. So often its hard to find a shoulder for rest, an ear for un-judged listening. Even an honest rant: admission of guilt and the yoke of fault would not mend the well treaded even paved path of the unwise.

Try not to find yourself in a spot, undeserved, where it is not your fault, but to defend yourself leads to debts you would dare not bare.

English. Dead or Alive?

The fat line between fiction and reality, dreams and Mondays disappears, albeit momentarily, when waking up to unexpected e-mails, a box of roses and bouquets of candy. The day moves on, the hours trudge by and the not-so-friendly reminders remind you of your shoes. But you know  it is time to wake up when you text your seniors something like this:

“Dear Sir, I hope you have fully recovered. I was wondering if you would like me  to collect the letter and thereby obliviate the procedural hassles of emailing it to me.”

While obliviate comes from oblivion it is still not accepted by Microsoft word and was not what I meant to say (obliterate was it)! I can see the red line. And I definitely was not using T9!

I understand that English is a living language. In order to ensure it survives ages we allow its corruption. New words come in and old ones become passé. But there is no way you can play with grammar and call it evolution. I lost the right to point fingers after Obliviate, but “Dad Gift”* and “I love you, but.” ** are just  not acceptable. What are we teaching the next generation?

Talking about examples, dude have you seen the latest outlook magazine? As if sex in the city is something new. Interestingly I have yet not seen that particular  issue at home. Need to remind parents I am not 15 anymore.

* WagonR UP 16 C 3251

** Kunal Kapoor in Chunari main laga daag

Aamchi Mumbai!!

This is a post that deserved a whole lot of photos! Deeply regret not having a camera with me!! I had been to a conference organized by my office. Was fun. Realized a lot of things about the world and myself! So here is the list.

1. One more way to a girl’s heart  - giving her a  hair washed. relieving, refreshing, add to it a bottle of wine – romantic!

2. It really matters to be in the clothes you mean to be in the city when you land. (as long as you are not vacationing – no point in jeans and floaters if its going to take you ages to get your room keys and another 15 minutes to change into that chic skirt and heals for the meeting)

3. They do allow liquids below 100 ml through security check. No point skipping your deo to buy and leave it behind before your next flight.

4. Too much of anything is too much. Applies to everything, including late nights, air conditioning and the B.

5. Air ports ought to have twisters and airplanes, foot massager.

6. Sea-link Road is great. But marine drive is loads better

7. Ambani may have a mall  to himself, but for affecting the Bombay skyline, deserves to be malled.

8. With that horrid structure, that sticks out like a sore thumb more than a phallus, the Ambani’s have put Chuck Bass to shame. We need an Indian version of Gossip Girl. (Basically same thing with Indian faces and in Bombay. No nekka dialogues, no dubbing)

9. I am virtually aggressive and personally un-intrusive and reticent to the point that I can merge with the back-ground (something my pallor makes easier). Something I need to do something about.

10.  Some of the most amazing things come with the most dreadful bills!

Tags: Bombay, Fashion, Gossip Girl, Mumbai, Woman

This Diwali

Hi All!

Hope this Diwali is extremely enjoyable for everyone, your families and your bfs/gfs …

At home we have lit the house, made cookies and chocolates.. Tomorrow there is pooja at office. at 8:30 in the morning. See. See, this is why I don’t like religions. On the  one day off they will make u wake up early! Will try to put up pics.

I was sitting here, in my room… the noise outside remote. And was thinking to myself. Whom would I love to be with this Diwali and what would we possibly do. I thought of Malu, and tara. We could start off with a Dominos special pizzas for four … And the Shallot Pizza! .. Followed by icecream all stored in the freezer. And we could watch You’ve got mail yet again, or ten things I hate about you, or letters to juliet (a recent rom-com – must watch!). Or even gossip Girl, though that would involve taralika’s initiation.

After the food high would die, Tara might try to talk us in to going commando for work and fall asleep (yes that is after the food high dies!). While malu and I would chat away, if sleep did not fluster our eyes. And may be we would even find that forgotten bottle of red wine and watch the sun rise. And be the devils to scream our way in to tara’s sleep and go for a walk followed by Cha!

And if Jozzy was free we could fly away on our broom sticks, with Gryffindor hearts! In our heads we would walk through secret passages, turn through tapestries, speak to the armours, and run up the changing staircases with vanishing steps! And try making an infusion of wormwood and asphodel.

That would be a lovely Diwali. But till then, we have cookies, and chocolates – almond rocks, liqueur, fudge!

Hope you all have a safe and jolly time!

Tags: Diwali, Festivals, Friendship, Harry Potter, Movies, NUJS

Encounters with an Idiot -II

I am a blast ended Skwert! I am enraged. I am tremors of anger you feel rolling down the street to the next town! I am, rage itself today. And just cause they have bigger cars, just cause they have a dick for a brain, I can not, really believe me and I apologize for shockingly unfair reality as it is,when I say, I can not grant them a priority right on the road! You can not bump your car into mine, I say bump and not hit cause bump was all it was, and then ask me or any other person, for heaven’s sake, to drive on. You can not claim what is not yours, you can not be uncivilized, you definitely can not be illogical, you can not possibly think through your ED affected dick for a brain and expect me to still give you the way, or any thing else! Yet, you did.

And yet, I had to. And I did. But they me gave another realization of how men in Delhi are and a reminder of why I think this place is not worth the change in my pocket. It reminded me of why and exactly how badly I wanted out, and for reasons I had for so long in neglect let bury.

For the rest who either personify this dick-headed breed found only in Delhi, you would be delighted to know you are dick heads. That after all would be the epitome of male chauvinism anyway. And those who can identify species of the said breed, please, on my behalf, please let them know they are indeed nothing more than dick heads.

Delhi has this unique and innate ability to produce these.

Tags: Delhi, Traffic

Treacle Tarts and Blast Ended Skwerts

Mom and I were on a baking spree this weekend. Yummy cookies and Spicy chocolat drink! Ummm… Think we shall distribute these now that the season is here. I am currently just thanking my stars that there is still time for the deafening Diwali. O how I wish I could escape the city and hide under a tree!

Talking of cacophony, I have recently gained acquaintance of a metal (uh-hmph) player? How could an avalanche of noise quell to music? I would disown my siblings if they ever took to this ricocheting mess they keep making a profession out of. I am very curious if sounds translate differently in the minds of others. Or else would we not all like the same thing? Or is it that we are intrinsically different, and can only appreciate different things? Whatever it may be, I hardly can make out the difference between these bands and blast ended skwerts!

 

November 19, 2010

 

The next harry potter movie would be out on November 19!!! I was so excited upon learning this, I did a rerun of all the previous movies, just to remind myself of all the points the movies got wrong. And however unbelievable you may find this, I am reading my favourite part six yet again! I even narrated the first harry potter to my mom. Introduced her to the different characters, and frankly, I think she was mesmerized. I make an awesome storyteller! I truly believe that one should only attend their first show of the movie with devouted fans, and persons of expertise in the field. You don’t want to be interrupted with “Ay enna wada banda kaun hegaa eh” or “Enu dhadi ni bandani andi?!” Take my word, go for it alone if you have to, but don’t gamble your first show of the 3d movie with unaware company. Its going to be breathtaking! So who is holding on to their Hippogriffs?!

Tags: Chocolate, food, Harry Potter, Movies

Of prayers and fossils

Like a fossil. While the hands on the walls have turned, and so has the wheel of fortune, I feel stuck. Locked in a crystal of time. With old pursuits and intangible little goals that are still unattainable.  Seemingly impossible. The image a clear resonance of tolling defeat.  What seemed to be on my tiny palm, stalled by gravity, has found wings and flown! How soon can dreams turn to nightmares.

May the spirits be set free, and we start afresh anew.

Tags: Philosophy