It's been about eighth months since I first started writing this blog and I have enjoyed every bit of it. Well it hasn't exactly been like a diary, where I have recorded every single detail of my life, significant or insignificant, but I have managed to share a lot. And that includes thoughts and experience I wouldn't be comfortable sharing with people who know me a little more than they should.
Which is why I couln't share my blog with a lot of people. And now I feel like I need to reach out to more people. Why should I deprive them of my beautiful writing? No. No. Nobody should be subjected to this form of torture. I'm commiting a crime against all of mankind. And I shan't do this anymore! So I have decided to start a new blog by the name Pink-Martiny.blogspot.com. For those of you who want to judge me for the spelling of martiny, martini wasn't available ok! And this lavender-aura nonsense is getting a little old! So Pink Martiny here I come :).
Hope to catch you guys there!
Invasion of the Dhokla Culture
Sometimes I feel pretty smug about not being born a Gujju. No eating Dhoklas and patras everyday. No referring to snacks as 'snakes'. No living in joint families full of aunties who talk to each other in a pitch so high you'd think they were trying to communicate with people of the neighbouring building. No having relatives with names like 'Jeeee-tes" and 'Meee-tes'.
And while, I was riding on this high horse of mine, Destiny intervened to play dirty games with me. My building organised a Dandiya event . To my dismay I was not just forced, but threatened to attend it.
The only thing that kept me going was that I was going to get to wear my extra blingy bright pink churidar kurta, embellished with mirrors and sequins, with a crush dupatta to go with it. And of course wear dramatic Indian make up which I don't get to on a daily basis.
Now lets be honest, dandiya and garba are both beautiful dance forms, but do people living in this city really know them. As far as I have seen, people doing garba just jump in and out of a circle while moving their head simultaneously with the many tiers in their bodies. Dandiya is another monotonous process. Hitting the same sticks again and again in the same damn way. Yet it find so many takers.
Again if the guys at dandiya events are good looking, it is a good enough reason to go. but the place is usually filled with chashma-wearing, mamma's boys type Gujju boys. Or else there are no guys at all. Only shapeless uncles playing a version of Dandiya I wouldn't even call dandiya. Infact, a lot of them look like they're actually playing some sort of sword fight in order to get rid of their pent- up frustration.
Under these circumstances, I was forced to play with the aunties of the building. Mind you a lot of them were also indulging in the whole I-need-to-get-rid of my frustration game. Clearly not the best attitude to play with. I fad put on my best plastic smile and pretended like I was having sooo much fun, while I was secretly wishing I had worn an armour of some sort because I was so terrified someone would knock me right off.
I was trying to be positive by telling myself that this was a brilliant opportunity to exercise and tone my arms which I otherwise never do, among the various Tulsi-bens and Mani-bens, while I silently watched the values and principles I had embraced all my life slowly and steadily flow down the drain. Such is the tragedy of life!
And while, I was riding on this high horse of mine, Destiny intervened to play dirty games with me. My building organised a Dandiya event . To my dismay I was not just forced, but threatened to attend it.
The only thing that kept me going was that I was going to get to wear my extra blingy bright pink churidar kurta, embellished with mirrors and sequins, with a crush dupatta to go with it. And of course wear dramatic Indian make up which I don't get to on a daily basis.
Now lets be honest, dandiya and garba are both beautiful dance forms, but do people living in this city really know them. As far as I have seen, people doing garba just jump in and out of a circle while moving their head simultaneously with the many tiers in their bodies. Dandiya is another monotonous process. Hitting the same sticks again and again in the same damn way. Yet it find so many takers.
Again if the guys at dandiya events are good looking, it is a good enough reason to go. but the place is usually filled with chashma-wearing, mamma's boys type Gujju boys. Or else there are no guys at all. Only shapeless uncles playing a version of Dandiya I wouldn't even call dandiya. Infact, a lot of them look like they're actually playing some sort of sword fight in order to get rid of their pent- up frustration.
Under these circumstances, I was forced to play with the aunties of the building. Mind you a lot of them were also indulging in the whole I-need-to-get-rid of my frustration game. Clearly not the best attitude to play with. I fad put on my best plastic smile and pretended like I was having sooo much fun, while I was secretly wishing I had worn an armour of some sort because I was so terrified someone would knock me right off.
I was trying to be positive by telling myself that this was a brilliant opportunity to exercise and tone my arms which I otherwise never do, among the various Tulsi-bens and Mani-bens, while I silently watched the values and principles I had embraced all my life slowly and steadily flow down the drain. Such is the tragedy of life!
Reading List
I've been keeping my distance from books these days.
Don't want to many things distracting me while I'm studying.
Once I start reading something interesting, it's very hard to concentrate on anything else.
So after this long period of deprivation I'm going to need a lot of books to 'quench my thirst'. =P
Here's a list of books I want to read in Diwali.
Don't want to many things distracting me while I'm studying.
Once I start reading something interesting, it's very hard to concentrate on anything else.
So after this long period of deprivation I'm going to need a lot of books to 'quench my thirst'. =P
Here's a list of books I want to read in Diwali.
- The Devil and Miss Prym - Paulo Coelho
- P.S. I Love You - Helen Schulman
- The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran
- Chasing Harry Winston - Lauren Weisberger
- My God is A Woman - Noor Zaheer
Aaaaiiii Veeeee
No that's not a marathi gaali! It's simply the exaggerated form form IV which is the short form of Industrial visit.
Our Iv was supposed to be in December. While it made me very happy to think that December is going to amazing, it depressed me because it was sooooooo far away. Now it's been pre-poned to November, so I have every reason to scream, shout and celebrate. Well I know it is too early to do that, but what the heck, I need an excuse to shut those books anyway. They keep staring back at me to remind me all the things I don't know. *Sigh* So I'm going to focus on happier things in life (read:IV) and make a list of all the things I want to do during the IV.
1. I want to get my coin scarf out and belly dance in the train. Don't judge me. I'm not an exhibitionist. Most of the time I look spastic when I belly dance in front of people. I get so fucking conscious you know. But I'm not going to this time. What the hell, I have always wanted to dance in a train, with gypsy clothes and gypsy music playing in the background. While I'm definitely not going to be able to fulfil the latter half of my fantasy(friends are not a fan of gypsy or Arabian music :P) I'm going to make the first half happen. :D
2. Get drunk properly. while I drink every now and then, I haven't tested my limits. I think it's the time. Besides, I'm dying to know what I'll blabber when I'm drunk!
3. 'Everyday is a Fashion show and the world is my Runway'. Stock up on more awesome clothes and make Rajasthan my runway. :P
4. Hit on some hot senior :) May be the one with a girly butt. (Pari I put this here, just so you could have a good laugh. Just so you know, I'm already going mad laughing).
5. Have lots of girlie gossip sessions. Everyday is going to be like a sleepover!
6. Shop! Shop! Shop! Frankly I'm going to need a separate blogpost to talk about this. But let me tell you in short. I want Rajasthani Jewellery! Anklets, Bracelets, armlets, earrings, bangles, necklaces, rings, EVERYTHING!
7. Last but not the least, have a blast and come back many awesome memories. :)
P.S. I'm really not into guy's with girlie butts. I promise!
Our Iv was supposed to be in December. While it made me very happy to think that December is going to amazing, it depressed me because it was sooooooo far away. Now it's been pre-poned to November, so I have every reason to scream, shout and celebrate. Well I know it is too early to do that, but what the heck, I need an excuse to shut those books anyway. They keep staring back at me to remind me all the things I don't know. *Sigh* So I'm going to focus on happier things in life (read:IV) and make a list of all the things I want to do during the IV.
1. I want to get my coin scarf out and belly dance in the train. Don't judge me. I'm not an exhibitionist. Most of the time I look spastic when I belly dance in front of people. I get so fucking conscious you know. But I'm not going to this time. What the hell, I have always wanted to dance in a train, with gypsy clothes and gypsy music playing in the background. While I'm definitely not going to be able to fulfil the latter half of my fantasy(friends are not a fan of gypsy or Arabian music :P) I'm going to make the first half happen. :D
2. Get drunk properly. while I drink every now and then, I haven't tested my limits. I think it's the time. Besides, I'm dying to know what I'll blabber when I'm drunk!
3. 'Everyday is a Fashion show and the world is my Runway'. Stock up on more awesome clothes and make Rajasthan my runway. :P
4. Hit on some hot senior :) May be the one with a girly butt. (Pari I put this here, just so you could have a good laugh. Just so you know, I'm already going mad laughing).
5. Have lots of girlie gossip sessions. Everyday is going to be like a sleepover!
6. Shop! Shop! Shop! Frankly I'm going to need a separate blogpost to talk about this. But let me tell you in short. I want Rajasthani Jewellery! Anklets, Bracelets, armlets, earrings, bangles, necklaces, rings, EVERYTHING!
7. Last but not the least, have a blast and come back many awesome memories. :)
P.S. I'm really not into guy's with girlie butts. I promise!
Love and when it dies.
What is about love?
I think you've probably read a hundred blog posts about that. About what love is and what it does to people.
But what I really want to know is, is there ever a full stop?
Not all love stories have happy endings.
Sometimes it is societal pressure. Sometimes distance gets in the way. Sometimes it is just one sided.
And then there are people who say 'but we fell out of love'?
Now I may not have much experience in relationship field, but that doesn't make me alien to the feeling of love.
I think it's emotion in it's purest form.
I could feel it for my mother who brought me up or the sweet lady who offered me a seat in the bus.
When you are in a relationship, love of course takes a whole new meaning.
Attraction comes into the picture.
And when a relationship is over, it is this feeling of attraction that exits.
Love however is eternal.
Nobody wakes up and says, "Mom, I don't think I love you anymore."
The how can you suddenly stop loving somebody who has been such an important part of your life, even for that little while.
I refuse to believe in the sort of love that dies after attraction does.
Infact, I'd go on to saying it is not love at all.
Just an illusion of love.
Shopping List for the month Sept'09
- black pumps
- pink pumps
- golden high waist belt
- black formal belt
- pink high waist belt
- thick rusted golden bangles
- long beaded chains
- More nail colours!
- flip flops
- coloured leggings
- leggings with stars on them
- loads of plain coloured vests
- a charm necklace
- loads of plain coloured long tees for the leggings
- Mini dresses again for the leggings
- black shorts
- a ruffled yellow top
- Anything in hot pink :)
- new pair of skinny jeans
- and finally a big box of cookies as a reward for all my hard work :)
About a Short Story
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Since I haven't blogged in about four weeks, I am trying very hard to make for it today.
Well reason being.....I plan to start studying tomorrow. *tries to control her laughter*
Every time before the exams start, I find myself wondering why I didn't start studying earlier. But I still never manage to wake up in time.
Even if I do manage to start off in time, the days that follow are full of distractions.
*sigh* Complications of a student life!
So anyway, I have spoken enough about why I'm utterly useless.
Now let's move on to the better things in my life.
We had a Creative Writing project.
We were supposed to write a short story on any topic according to a certain framework.
Now while I knew I was capable of writing poems and articles and rant on and on about absolutely nothing, I believed that writing a short story was not my cup of tea.
However since I was feeling quite useless this semester, I decided to give it a shot.
I managed not only to write a story, but one that was 3500 words, which I got down to 3200 words eventually and crossed 2500 mark by 700 words!! =)
Three Cheers for me!
And all those of you who think I must have added a lot of unnecessary drama to increase the words, you're absolutely wrong!
Well I must say, I did have to suppress the irresistible urge to add unnecessary drama here and there but all in all I think I'm quite happy with the final product.
Never mind that two months later when I read it again, I'm going to roll my eyes till they fall out of my socket.
So now that I have 'established' myself as a story writer and all that, I'm going to pretend like there are a lot of people who are interested in the story behind my story.
Guys, the truth is there are stories inside everyone of us. School stories, college stories, work stories, love stories, neighbours' stories, eavesdropping stories.
Sometimes you write about these stories and sometimes you take a little from real life and add fiction to it, new dimensions, new possibilities and you have a brand new story.
So that's what I did.
There was a story inside of me for a long time and I always wondered what it would be like if things weren't actually the way they were.
based on that, I created my story.
10% real life and 90% fiction. :D
Yes yes you can stand and applaud now ;p
P.S. I'll put the story up in a while. Adios! :)
Well reason being.....I plan to start studying tomorrow. *tries to control her laughter*
Every time before the exams start, I find myself wondering why I didn't start studying earlier. But I still never manage to wake up in time.
Even if I do manage to start off in time, the days that follow are full of distractions.
*sigh* Complications of a student life!
So anyway, I have spoken enough about why I'm utterly useless.
Now let's move on to the better things in my life.
We had a Creative Writing project.
We were supposed to write a short story on any topic according to a certain framework.
Now while I knew I was capable of writing poems and articles and rant on and on about absolutely nothing, I believed that writing a short story was not my cup of tea.
However since I was feeling quite useless this semester, I decided to give it a shot.
I managed not only to write a story, but one that was 3500 words, which I got down to 3200 words eventually and crossed 2500 mark by 700 words!! =)
Three Cheers for me!
And all those of you who think I must have added a lot of unnecessary drama to increase the words, you're absolutely wrong!
Well I must say, I did have to suppress the irresistible urge to add unnecessary drama here and there but all in all I think I'm quite happy with the final product.
Never mind that two months later when I read it again, I'm going to roll my eyes till they fall out of my socket.
So now that I have 'established' myself as a story writer and all that, I'm going to pretend like there are a lot of people who are interested in the story behind my story.
Guys, the truth is there are stories inside everyone of us. School stories, college stories, work stories, love stories, neighbours' stories, eavesdropping stories.
Sometimes you write about these stories and sometimes you take a little from real life and add fiction to it, new dimensions, new possibilities and you have a brand new story.
So that's what I did.
There was a story inside of me for a long time and I always wondered what it would be like if things weren't actually the way they were.
based on that, I created my story.
10% real life and 90% fiction. :D
Yes yes you can stand and applaud now ;p
P.S. I'll put the story up in a while. Adios! :)
Dear Photoshop
Dear Photoshop,
I used to think guys were the most complicated things on this earth. Dating one girl while flirting with a hundred others, playing video games so intently that they forget to pee, staring at clothed women and taking mental pictures of them without any of those clothes. But clearly you are posing them such tough competition.
The one thing about guys is that atleast they have a game plan. If it's not completing the GTA mission, it is getting into a girl's pants. And if it's not any of the above, it is definitely eating. Eating like one who has been starved for over a month now. Every time they act strangely, you can attribute their strange behavior to any of these three things. Once you have got that figured you can have them eating out of your palms.
As for you, forget trying to understand your game plan, I can't even remember the purpose of your tools. I have no idea how to use you, how to get you to do the things I want you to or how to manipulate you. I know people go on an about how you are one of the best editing software ever created, but in my opinion they are probably just really ugly people and like you for the simple fact that you atleast made their virtual image somewhat decent.
But when I tried doing that, I ended up looking like a disfigured person suffering from leukoderma. So you have not only manages to perplex me to an unimaginable extent but also made my virtual image look pathetic. You know I used to think I was pretty smart until you came along. For one I could dissect male behavior, I could give relationship advice, take less that three seconds to figure what if top A matches with skirt B, get okayish grades, submit decent project. I even figured how to use Facebook, Twitter, Microsoft word and PowerPoint.
And then you came along to turn my life upside down. My self confidence went down to ground zero. Hell may be even the parking lot! And I just don't see it coming up from there. =(
I used to think guys were the most complicated things on this earth. Dating one girl while flirting with a hundred others, playing video games so intently that they forget to pee, staring at clothed women and taking mental pictures of them without any of those clothes. But clearly you are posing them such tough competition.
The one thing about guys is that atleast they have a game plan. If it's not completing the GTA mission, it is getting into a girl's pants. And if it's not any of the above, it is definitely eating. Eating like one who has been starved for over a month now. Every time they act strangely, you can attribute their strange behavior to any of these three things. Once you have got that figured you can have them eating out of your palms.
As for you, forget trying to understand your game plan, I can't even remember the purpose of your tools. I have no idea how to use you, how to get you to do the things I want you to or how to manipulate you. I know people go on an about how you are one of the best editing software ever created, but in my opinion they are probably just really ugly people and like you for the simple fact that you atleast made their virtual image somewhat decent.
But when I tried doing that, I ended up looking like a disfigured person suffering from leukoderma. So you have not only manages to perplex me to an unimaginable extent but also made my virtual image look pathetic. You know I used to think I was pretty smart until you came along. For one I could dissect male behavior, I could give relationship advice, take less that three seconds to figure what if top A matches with skirt B, get okayish grades, submit decent project. I even figured how to use Facebook, Twitter, Microsoft word and PowerPoint.
And then you came along to turn my life upside down. My self confidence went down to ground zero. Hell may be even the parking lot! And I just don't see it coming up from there. =(
Independence Day
Patriotic songs.
The hoisting of the tri-colour flag.
Feelings of joy, pride and oneness.
In the midst of all this I find myself pretty lost.
Call me unpatriotic, Independence day is something I really cannot relate to.
I think it has something to with being born post-Independence.
I don't really know the true meaning of being ruled by ruthless foreigners, while watching them take over the land of your ancestors.
And then finally watching them return it to you along with the priceless gift of freedom, while they surrender, defeated.
But the truth is I don't think that I have really experienced Freedom.
Everytime I use Public transport, I wonder if I'll reach home safely?
Everytime I step I out of the house I wonder if I am dressed inappropriately. No matter Whatever I wear the perverts will not stop leching or passing explicit comments at my expense.
And when it comes to protection, I really wonder if it's safe enough to approach any of the cops. Remember the girl who got raped by a policeman in Marine Drive?
Everytime I step into mall, I know I'm taking a risk. In this city anything can happen anytime.
What about when the elections are coming? You never know when a politician decides to start a communal riot.
May be we are Independent from foreign rule. But are we independent and free in the true sense?
The hoisting of the tri-colour flag.
Feelings of joy, pride and oneness.
In the midst of all this I find myself pretty lost.
Call me unpatriotic, Independence day is something I really cannot relate to.
I think it has something to with being born post-Independence.
I don't really know the true meaning of being ruled by ruthless foreigners, while watching them take over the land of your ancestors.
And then finally watching them return it to you along with the priceless gift of freedom, while they surrender, defeated.
But the truth is I don't think that I have really experienced Freedom.
Everytime I use Public transport, I wonder if I'll reach home safely?
Everytime I step I out of the house I wonder if I am dressed inappropriately. No matter Whatever I wear the perverts will not stop leching or passing explicit comments at my expense.
And when it comes to protection, I really wonder if it's safe enough to approach any of the cops. Remember the girl who got raped by a policeman in Marine Drive?
Everytime I step into mall, I know I'm taking a risk. In this city anything can happen anytime.
What about when the elections are coming? You never know when a politician decides to start a communal riot.
May be we are Independent from foreign rule. But are we independent and free in the true sense?
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Books
Ha! So much for projects.
The second I found out College doesn't start until Thursday, I kissed good-bye to the computer screen, curled under my blanket and let the fascinating world of Books take me away.
I was stuck with The Da Vinci Code for over a month.
I know it's supposed to be a great book and all that, but somewhere in the middle I just got lost.
After that it was a real drag!
I just couldn't get myself to finish it.
I used be such a book freak.
And over the summer I read really shady books like The God of Small Things and some sad chic-lit novel.
So basically after a very book-dragging Summer I got stuck with Da Vinci.
I was starting to get really paranoid.
Was the computer really taking over my life?
Had it replaced the love I once had for the sacred pages of knowledge bound together to create something magical? :P
As it ends up, it really was the fault of the books.
Now I'm reading Desert Royal.
It's the third book to the Princess series.
They are two of my favourite books and I read them a long time ago.
It sort of comforting to go back to one of your favorite books and relive the moments.
The book is about the life of Saudi princess, Sultana, and the state of affairs from her eyes.
While most Saudi women have either resigned to their faith or believe that this is the life God has chosen for them, Sultana's rebellion against injustice inflicted upon women and hypocrisy of their culture, comes as a refreshing change.
It's a must read for those who are deeply concerned by the brutality of this world on the fairer sex.
Well that's all I have to say.
Tata for now :)
Wow! An off after so many days!
I come home so late everyday that I am too tired mentally to get any work done :(
I feel so uninspired.
First semester, I managed to complete all my projects on time.
Second semester, I was a little lazy.
But I managed to complete the projects anyway!!!
This Semester it's so hard to concentrate!
Its not as if too many things are going on or anything, but I just can seem to focus the way I used to.
As for my Blog, I haven't been updating it because I have gotten into the habit of Diary-writing again.
It's so hard to maintain both simultaneously.
You almost always ignore one of them.
Back in School I used to be a Diary freak.
Every incident, significant or insignificant found it's place in my Diary.
Believe it or not, I used to buy a new one every 3 months.
Well I am not that crazy anymore, but I think it's good to maintain a record of random everyday incidents, thoughts and feelings. They teach you so much about yourself and life in general.
But I still haven't spoken about the best thing that's happened.
Well, I finally decided it's time to seriously think over that Fashion line idea and I'm going to go ahead with it. =D
I still don't know how feasible the idea is and whether I am going to make any money out of it.
But if nothing works out, atleast I'll be left with all the nice little outfits that I make!
P.S. The red Balloon-pencil skirt with suspenders is coming from the tailor today. Can't wait! :D :P
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letters
Dear I-don't-want-to-like-you-anymore,
Sometimes I wonder why I obsess over you.Is it really worth it? Are you really that worth it?
I'm not someone who brags about myself, but I know one thing for sure. I've been a good friend. A damn good one. There were times I just wanted to give up on you. But I never bloody did. I was there for you more than you were ever there for me, without holding onto to any expectations or hoping that someday you'd look out for me in the same way as I did. It was enough for me to know that you were a part of my life and would forever continue to be. Yet I had to watch you slip away, like all that we ever built was but an illusion.
But may be this is what I deserve for caring more than I should have. May be this is just what I deserve for caring about the sort of people who cant love or care about you back. But should I really be crying over you? After all, losing out on someone who hardly cares is not a loss at all. The truth is, you are the one who is losing out on someone. May be you assumed I would always be there because I never let you realise what it is like when someone who means a lot disappears at random intervals from your life. Or the feeling of waking up and wondering if may be today that someone will finally come back.
I know how peep into you soul and wonder why the emptiness, the hollow happiness, keep resurfacing every now and then. May be if you learned to value the people who really look out for you, you wouldn't have to drown out the bereft silences with the voices of people who mean nothing at all. So I have finally decided that the only way to make you value my presence is by letting you taste what my absence feels like.
You know as hard as it is for me to step out right now, I know I'll find my happiness someday. But you will come back home after every fantastic party and in the lonely silence of your home you'll wonder, why the feeling of satisfaction does linger. The empty hole will speak again. It will yearn to be comforted by the company of someone who cares. But dear friend I wont be there. This time I really wont be there.
Things I want to change about my life
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Sometimes I feel like I'm watching my life float past me like a mute spectator. There is so much I want to do. So many things I want to achieve. I hate how I'm not motivated enough to go get them.
Sometimes I feel I'm letting people get ahead of me. It's not like I'm competing. It's just that, when other people of your age are achieving much more than you are, sitting aimlessly in front of tour computer screen, you feel bad about yourself. They're not even half as good as you are!
I want to be able to stop caring about people who don't care about me. Person to be specific.
I want to be able to dedicate myself wholely and solely to things I'm passionate about. Firstly they bring immense happiness. Secondly, they bring so much meaning into your life. Thirdly, they make you forget all things you want to. (Triple action formula :P)
I want to know where I am going and the right way to get there.
I want to be stop dissecting conversations and events. If I continue this excercise, I think I'll go senile by 35 itself.
I want to be able to remain in 'switch-on' mode, rather than 'switch-off' mode.
I want to be less affected by negativity around me.
Infact, I want to be a happier and more positive person myself.
Sometimes I feel I'm letting people get ahead of me. It's not like I'm competing. It's just that, when other people of your age are achieving much more than you are, sitting aimlessly in front of tour computer screen, you feel bad about yourself. They're not even half as good as you are!
I want to be able to stop caring about people who don't care about me. Person to be specific.
I want to be able to dedicate myself wholely and solely to things I'm passionate about. Firstly they bring immense happiness. Secondly, they bring so much meaning into your life. Thirdly, they make you forget all things you want to. (Triple action formula :P)
I want to know where I am going and the right way to get there.
I want to be stop dissecting conversations and events. If I continue this excercise, I think I'll go senile by 35 itself.
I want to be able to remain in 'switch-on' mode, rather than 'switch-off' mode.
I want to be less affected by negativity around me.
Infact, I want to be a happier and more positive person myself.
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Dear D,
I'm really sorry you don't like the Girl in the Mirror. I'm sorry for the times you look at your wrestler arms and realise it's only fat that make them this round. I'm really sorry you have such a hard time breathing in those body hugging, I mean body-squeezing/life taking dresses you wear everytime you go clubbing so you can look half as good as we do.
But the truth my love is that no matter what you do, you'll never look half as good as me. No matter how hard you try, people well never like you as much as they like me. The quality is called Genuineness, you bitch!, Nobody likes Plastic! No matter how many times you hug a person, you'll always be a fake-bitch! So what if a few people fall for your old tricks, they'll figure out eventually! Just like I did!
I'm really sorry guys are not into, except the desperate ones, or the ugly ones, or the ones who say bast-uf-lurk before an exam. Never mind that even they get bored of you after a while.
I'm sorry you have to try so hard to keep the girlfriends also. As soon as they who you really are, they want to run for their lives.
I'm so sorry for all the times you've tried to understand the intent conversations I have with other people and failed miserably. IQ is just one of those things you cant do much about. just like that tiny miserable height of yours.
I'm sorry I have stooped down to this level. But really, haven't you wrecked my life enough already?Bandra and the New Haircut
I was tired of being the girl with miserable, unshapely, long hair.
I still wanted the long part, but the first two HAD to go!
I still wanted the long part, but the first two HAD to go!
I've never really been a big fan of fancy salons.
Blame it on the Chindi-ness if you must, but if I can get a really good haircut for half the price, what's the point of over-indulging.There's something about Bandra you know.
It's very much a part of Bombay and still more different than any other place in this city.
More than the place itself, I think it's the people who create the awe-inspiring Culture that distinguishes them from the rest of the city.
I think the best way to describe the place would be to call it 'The Style Capital of Bombay'.
It's very much a part of Bombay and still more different than any other place in this city.
More than the place itself, I think it's the people who create the awe-inspiring Culture that distinguishes them from the rest of the city.
I think the best way to describe the place would be to call it 'The Style Capital of Bombay'.
So when I decided I want my hair to look too-funky-for-it's-roots(yes I just made the phrase up), I obviously couldn't think of a better place to go to.
So I sit in the train and make my way to Fashion Capital with a smile of my face and a million dreams in my eyes (When will I learn to be less dramatic? WHEN?).
Then I take an auto to Mad-O-What(Wont tell you the getting lost in Bandra part AGAIN), and fall in love with the place even before I actually step into.
So I sit in the train and make my way to Fashion Capital with a smile of my face and a million dreams in my eyes (When will I learn to be less dramatic? WHEN?).
Then I take an auto to Mad-O-What(Wont tell you the getting lost in Bandra part AGAIN), and fall in love with the place even before I actually step into.
From the psychedelic interiors to fashionably dressed staff, the gay hairdresser who kept calling me 'babes' and the glass of a brownish-golden liquid which was actually not beer, but steriliser, I fell in love with everything .
I do however have sneaking suspicion it has to do with it's location more than anything else.
Infact, I'm so in love with the location and it's culture that I want to move there.
Since, that's not happening, the least I can do is spend more time there and imbibe some of the Bandra-ness in me.
Infact, I'm so in love with the location and it's culture that I want to move there.
Since, that's not happening, the least I can do is spend more time there and imbibe some of the Bandra-ness in me.
I'm looking at my closet and I get this sad feeling that I'm not even half way there.
So many plain looking tees, such few earrings, KURTAS(!!), more flip-flops than ballerinas, such few skirts and barely any dresses.
*Sigh* I feel like I've lost myself.
None of it goes with the new hairstyle.
But I feel inspired now.
A makeover is definitely on it's way. =)
So many plain looking tees, such few earrings, KURTAS(!!), more flip-flops than ballerinas, such few skirts and barely any dresses.
*Sigh* I feel like I've lost myself.
None of it goes with the new hairstyle.
But I feel inspired now.
A makeover is definitely on it's way. =)
The Truth about Guys(part 1)
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- The sad looking guy you kept saying no to will suddenly transform into the Prince.
Then you will look at all the nice looking girls surrounding him in his profile picture and feel bad about yourself. Very bad. - Guys are into you as long as you are not into them.
- They're like Cavemen(Courtesy E). They randomly disappear for days and come back pretending like nothing has happened.
- They're so bloody good at emotional blackmail.
- If it were upto them, they'd get it on anywhere, even in the middle of the road.
- They think leggings are tight pants with socks attached!
- They think they're so hot they'd gave John Abraham a run for his money.
They also believe every girl on this planet is into them. Oh and by the way, this doesn't generally include the girl who is. - Once they get their hands on the X-box/ Playstation, they forget about everything else, including that irresistible urge to pee.
Abracadabra!
Just today I was thinking about how much I need to change the name of the my Blog from "Flights of Fantasy", to something else. I had a few options in my mind. None of them fit. Some sounded good, but signified a very small aspect of my life. Others seemed brilliant, but did not signify even a part of my life.
Here I am sitting in front of my PC reading up the meaning of The Chariot, which is one of the Major Arcana cards of the Tarot Deck as it appeared in my reading today. And it inspired me to name my blog what i just have.
I'm a firm believer in The law of Attraction. When you want something bad enough, the Universe will conspire in your favour. But somewhere along the line, the faith i had in my own will and energy decreased. I aspired to achieve a lot more than what I actually got. And somehow the emptiness of life, the lack of purpose and loss of direction got to me. Need I explain any further, the reason behind my lost Faith?
But the few pleasures that I have been pursuing for a long time now are slowly and steadily making their way back into my life. The energy I sent out, is finding it's way. i have seen miracles in life, but this is by far the biggest.
Now getting back toThe Chariot, it is a card with immense power to reinforce your immense power. In one the decks, the word Abracadabra appears across the canopy of the Chariot. The word which has been associated with magicians for a long time, literally translates to- "What I have said will be done".
So I'm going to believe in myself again. Believe in the strength of my word and make everything work in my favour.
Abracadabra! :)
Here I am sitting in front of my PC reading up the meaning of The Chariot, which is one of the Major Arcana cards of the Tarot Deck as it appeared in my reading today. And it inspired me to name my blog what i just have.
I'm a firm believer in The law of Attraction. When you want something bad enough, the Universe will conspire in your favour. But somewhere along the line, the faith i had in my own will and energy decreased. I aspired to achieve a lot more than what I actually got. And somehow the emptiness of life, the lack of purpose and loss of direction got to me. Need I explain any further, the reason behind my lost Faith?
But the few pleasures that I have been pursuing for a long time now are slowly and steadily making their way back into my life. The energy I sent out, is finding it's way. i have seen miracles in life, but this is by far the biggest.
Now getting back toThe Chariot, it is a card with immense power to reinforce your immense power. In one the decks, the word Abracadabra appears across the canopy of the Chariot. The word which has been associated with magicians for a long time, literally translates to- "What I have said will be done".
So I'm going to believe in myself again. Believe in the strength of my word and make everything work in my favour.
Abracadabra! :)
I'm Weird
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- I sniff my coffee before I drink it.
- I walk into poles because I'm so lost half the time.
- I think way too much about things that aren't even important.
- I barely possess any social skills.
- I suck at making conversations with people I don't know.
- When I'm in the mood to walk I can walk forever and never get bored.
- When I go to really boring family parties, I hide in the Ladies' Room and read books.
- I have a thing for burnt food.
- I burst into dance without even realizing it.
- I randomly burst into songs that are enough to put people off music forever.
- After I stare hard enough at the scraped portion of a wall, I can form images in my head.
- I use words like Shades and Tubes that don't even exist in the Dictionary.
I'm so weird and I totally love it :)
Finding my Path
In one of his books, Paulo talks about a Mechanic's relationship with cars. Somehow they always seem to instantly know what the problem is. Thorough knowledge? Definitely. Logic? Certainly. But it takes so much more than just knowledge and logic to identify and solve a problem. It of course, takes intuition.
According to me, your life path is already established. Until and unless you don't find this path, your life will be empty and unfulfilled. You'll be as unsatisfied as an artist working in a bank or a dancer who has been forced to become a housewife.
They say 'Work is Worship'. I'm not quite sure if I agree with that one, but as a die hard fan of Paulo, I'm going to say that every work you do from your heart is a meditation in itself. When you immerse yourself in it completely, you let the Divine Energy of the Universe guide your path. It could be as complicated as constructing a building or as simple as preparing a sandwich.
When I think about the path that I have chosen for myself, I often wonder if I have taken the wrong decision. When it came down to choosing my course after the 12Th, I knew it was either Media or Fashion. I was more inclined to media though, the reason being, intellectual stimulation. There's not a day I have regretted my decision. Infact, I feel it has exceeded my expectations and helped me think in ways I probably never thought I would. But speaking of fulfillment, I feel there's another aspect of my life that continues to be unfulfilled.
As weird as it sounds, fashion is one of those vital elements that makes me, me. It's not just about looking gorgeous and flaunting the latest designer wear. It's an art in itself. An extension of your inner self. A mode of expressing the immense creativity that lies inside of me and waits for an opportunity to mix different items of clothing in order to let magic happen. *Claps at herself for the highly melodramatic description of her love for the F word*
Now getting back to topic of discussion, I tried my hand at writing about fashion a while ago. Of course, it gave me immense satisfaction. For a moment I thought, that working for a fashion magazine would lead me onto this Path. Apparently, even that is not enough. The true Path to Satisfaction lies not only in following what I chosen till the end, but treading on another path as well.
I wanted to be a Designer, but i thought I had said goodbye to that dream a long time ago. may be this just is the time to revive it. :)
Wish me luck!
According to me, your life path is already established. Until and unless you don't find this path, your life will be empty and unfulfilled. You'll be as unsatisfied as an artist working in a bank or a dancer who has been forced to become a housewife.
They say 'Work is Worship'. I'm not quite sure if I agree with that one, but as a die hard fan of Paulo, I'm going to say that every work you do from your heart is a meditation in itself. When you immerse yourself in it completely, you let the Divine Energy of the Universe guide your path. It could be as complicated as constructing a building or as simple as preparing a sandwich.
When I think about the path that I have chosen for myself, I often wonder if I have taken the wrong decision. When it came down to choosing my course after the 12Th, I knew it was either Media or Fashion. I was more inclined to media though, the reason being, intellectual stimulation. There's not a day I have regretted my decision. Infact, I feel it has exceeded my expectations and helped me think in ways I probably never thought I would. But speaking of fulfillment, I feel there's another aspect of my life that continues to be unfulfilled.
As weird as it sounds, fashion is one of those vital elements that makes me, me. It's not just about looking gorgeous and flaunting the latest designer wear. It's an art in itself. An extension of your inner self. A mode of expressing the immense creativity that lies inside of me and waits for an opportunity to mix different items of clothing in order to let magic happen. *Claps at herself for the highly melodramatic description of her love for the F word*
Now getting back to topic of discussion, I tried my hand at writing about fashion a while ago. Of course, it gave me immense satisfaction. For a moment I thought, that working for a fashion magazine would lead me onto this Path. Apparently, even that is not enough. The true Path to Satisfaction lies not only in following what I chosen till the end, but treading on another path as well.
I wanted to be a Designer, but i thought I had said goodbye to that dream a long time ago. may be this just is the time to revive it. :)
Wish me luck!
I'm happy so I'm going to post =)
Firstly, I want to go give Manju Nichani a big hug for starting college.
I finally have something to do :)
Don't judge me for not having a life losers!
We have a cute professor for Cinema.
When was the last time that ever happened?
And there's one more to go.
Makes up for having to see Dinesh early in the morning.
Thirdly, I love Firangi Paani.
Free Pink Margaritas :D
I love Bandra for being bandra and for having the most amazing stores ever :D
This is probably the first time in my life I've tried just ONE top and actually bought it as opposed to the 25-30 outfits I try in stored like Lifestyle where they have way too much choice.
I love D.
'Coz no matter how hard she tries she can never be me :P
I love S.
For being S again :D
I love R.
She's getting me a hot pink Belly dance belt from Dubai! =D
But you know what I love the most.
I can do the Moon Walk!!!
Gawd I'm amazing :P
I should dance more often
As you can see, it makes me very very high =)
P.S. I love E too (See I wrote it in red) :D
I finally have something to do :)
Don't judge me for not having a life losers!
We have a cute professor for Cinema.
When was the last time that ever happened?
And there's one more to go.
Makes up for having to see Dinesh early in the morning.
Thirdly, I love Firangi Paani.
Free Pink Margaritas :D
I love Bandra for being bandra and for having the most amazing stores ever :D
This is probably the first time in my life I've tried just ONE top and actually bought it as opposed to the 25-30 outfits I try in stored like Lifestyle where they have way too much choice.
I love D.
'Coz no matter how hard she tries she can never be me :P
I love S.
For being S again :D
I love R.
She's getting me a hot pink Belly dance belt from Dubai! =D
But you know what I love the most.
I can do the Moon Walk!!!
Gawd I'm amazing :P
I should dance more often
As you can see, it makes me very very high =)
P.S. I love E too (See I wrote it in red) :D
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