LOL: Life Of Leo

This song has been driving me crazy for quite sometime now. Vishal Bharadwaj's music always has a rustic and earthy feel to it. Be it 'Naina thag lenge' or 'Oh Saathi re' from Omkara or 'Pehli baar mohabbat' from Kaminey. I like his style of movies, albeit that I had to watch Omkara twice to understand the dialect of the speech used. I saw Kaminey twice too, but for totally different reasons. It was amazing. I have seen it already 4-5 times by now. Music in his movies are always under rated, but they are the most pleasant songs I've heard. With unconventional singers, Bharadwaj's music always stands out. His music was the only saving grace of the disaster movie 'U, me aur Hum'. That movie had me and Priya tearing our hair out. As of now, totally smitten by 'Dil toh Bachccha hai' from Ishqiya. I have a gut feeling that this movie is gonna be real good. We'll know if it does or not after I watch it tomorrow. Honestly, I'm not th

It can make you smile, Or cry for a long while, It can be false, or true, That my friends, is words for you. They can make or break a life, Can be soft or may pierce like a knife, They can leave a void or fill, Sometimes, words can even kill. They can soothe and mend, They can fight and defend, They can please and praise, Be it a sentence or a phrase. They hurt, they play, Sometimes its merry all the way, They make you cry at night, And laugh during the day. They have a life of their own, And when they fall on ink, They can break barriers, And can make millions think. Sometimes just a word, Can light up a fire, They can give you warmth, And flare up your desires. People may be forgotten, But words can never be, Feelings can be hidden, But words you can see. Love and hate, The two strongest words, One shows passion, And the other only hurts. One of the hardest things, Is to have words in your heart, But you cant get it out, And let it be a part. Some words don't make sense, Until th

They say actions speak louder than words. But for me, some pictures speak more than anything. And nothing to beat the classic Black and White ones. Here are a few of my favourites. The first two just drive me crazy. Hats off to the photographer.

Have you ever felt the pressing need to be in someone's arms? Have you ever wanted to scream out aloud and let the pain out of you? Have you ever felt like crying your eyes out to feel light inside? Have you ever felt like shouting out about exactly how you feel? Have you ever wanted to yell out to the world claiming how sad you are? Have you ever felt the need to have one special person in your life? Have you ever wanted to feel wanted? Have you ever secretly prayed for things to go your way? Have you ever felt lonely, even if you're crowded by people? Have you ever felt unloved even when there are many to love you? Have you ever felt that you have come to a dead end in life? Have you ever wished that this damned thing called life never existed? Have you ever hoped to have someone in this world who feels exactly the same as you? Have you ever sat and thought if you are the only one going through all this? Have you ever felt the need to take an eraser and erase out parts of you

Desires and obsessions, Where physical beauty is a must. Losing yourself for vain, Is what is called as LUST. At every sight, when you turn green, Are never satiated and can never be, When you're not happy with what you have, That's what is called ENVY. When you have everything, And still more you need. And when you hurt for it, Is what is called as GREED. You sleep and don't work, Are supremely slow like a moth, Can't do anything but rest, That's what is called as SLOTH. You flare up at everything, And everyone thinks you're a brat, Patience is never your virtue, And that's what is called as WRATH. You think you're God, And that noone can take your stride, And when you feel that there is noone like you, That's what is called as PRIDE. All you want to do is eat, Until food becomes your agony, And when you know that's all you can do, That's what is called as a GLUTTONY.

Is there anything called as 'Selflessness' left in this world? I don't have anything against selfish people, as long as their greed doesn't harm anyone. But when people try to cheat innocent ones, I totally lose it. Bangalore is no longer the same place it used to be. Auto Drivers loot the hell out off you anyways, but nowadays the same I guess applies to local buses as well. After ages, I decided to travel by a local bus. Since the journey was quite short I thought of taking a bus. As I paid the ticket conductor, she just took the cash and refused to give me the ticket. She's like its a short journey so it doesn't matter. WTF. I fought and got the ticket, but I noticed her secretly praying to god to kill me. Why, why would anyone want to cheat or hurt someone without any reason. Also, there are many people who have helped me in my life. I totally respect them for it, but it all comes crashing down when day in and day out that person reminds you of it. I have re

I may be taking some inspiration from Stephanie Meyer here, but the words and feelings are all mine and come straight from the heart. There are three things about which I am absolutely positive : First, He's no longer the one I loved, He's changed. Second, There is a part of him, and I don't know how dominant that part is, that hates me. Third, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

I have written poetry about almost everything now. Love, emotion, music, colors, hope, anger and more. This time I wanted to try something different. So here's my first shot at sensuality. I know there is more scope to improve. I will, soon. In the cold, dark night, With a speck of moonlight, You held me in your arms, And then I felt your warmth. That night was all miraculous, And you looked so sensuous, I could feel your heart beat, Which completely swept me off my feet. Your teasing touch, Sent a chill down my spine, Your effect was supremely intoxicating, Like I'd drowned in a bottle of wine. As you ran your fingers, Playfully down my hair, I wanted to get entwined with you, My everything I wanted to share. Your hot rapid breath on me, Made me shiver and shudder, I wanted to give myself to you, Yes, I wanted to surrender. That magnetic smell of yours, Attracts my body, mind and soul, With you around me, I knew I was finally whole. With your gentle touch, I feel the electrici

Black is my peace, Black is my solace, Black is clear, Black means no fear. Black is the dark, Black can also be light, Black is the bold, Black is no less than gold. Black is sexy, Back is suave, Black is encouraging, Black is endearing. Black is clarity, Black is sanity, Black is the night, Black is no fright. Black is strength, Black is courage, Black is pure as a dove, Black is precious as love. Black is hope, Black is cheer, Black is beautiful, Black is always near.

An encouraging hug, A comforting smile, Enough to bring in hope, To last for quite a while. The colour of the sky, Or the voice of a bird, Hope is just like this, And soon will be heard. Always think broad and not narrow, If you want to have a better tomorrow, Hope is the only prayer, Which for now, can reduce your sorrow. It may not assure success, But it surely does reduce the pain, Hoping against all odds, Is like drought sprinkled by rain. Bad days are gone, Good ones are on their way, Hope a little, and a little do pray, Light will soon fill your day. Believe in yourself, Never give up in vain, Hope is the catalyst, That will make you smile again.

More often than not, its the anger within us that destroys us. Its a big bad world out there, we know that. If there is someone responsible for where we are today and what we do, its nobody but us. Life is a mixture of emotions. That's the only way to define life. Joy, happiness, boredom, tears, anger, shyness, love, hate, greed, laziness and so on. Isn't life just a mixture of all these? If not, what else is it? These may always not be in equal proportions. Some of them may not exist too. Most of us are usually burdened by something or the other. Some of us are traumatised by our childhood, or digging into the past, scared of the future or some of them are simply not happy about their existence. Why? The answer to this lies within yourself. You're angry at yourself for not mending things at the right time. You're angry that you couldn't revolt back when you had to. You're angry because you have lost something. You're angry because you cant help but think ab

This Sunday it was the engagement of one of my best friends'. It was an arranged match. She has always been the bubbly factor of my gang of girls and seeing her all set for the new chapter in her life was amazing. She seemed to be so happy. A typical arranged marriage and I have never seen her this happy before. God bless them both. Even though it was an amazing event, I felt sad to see that we all are so grown up now. There were times when we used to wait for the other to bunk classes, give each other slimming tips, deck up the others' hair, singing aloud together and the most important thing, laugh endlessly. There were times when we were busy attending each others' birthday parties and now we are attending each others' engagement and soon weddings. Gosh, 8 years have passed by without even realising. Hmmm.. Supreme Nostalgia. Seeing her this happy, made me and my other girls think a lot. Each one of us have been in love some time or the other. We were the ones who be

"People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People who really want help may attack you if you help them. Help them anyway. Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt. Give the world your best anyway." As said by, Mother Teresa.

The recent video ads of Fastrack are supremely annoying. It makes a mockery of the entire love, break up issue. 'How many you have' was their first tag line. The nasal twang used to say it was unbearable but atleast they were looking to promote it. Their latest 'Move On' seems so tacky and without a heart. I am a loyal customer of fastrack. Watches, belts, wallets, shades and their latest bags, I have bought almost all of them. If I need any more of those I head to the nearest fastrack, which is like 10 mins away from where I stay. Yet the large 'MOVE ON' banner they display in their shop completely puts me off. If fastrack was meant to be that, then I would have nursed my broken heart long ago and would have nursed it again twice or thrice. Its sheer madness. The ads are definitely poor taste and way away from reality. Especially the one in which the girl is talking to a guy on a video telling him she loves him and will meet him at 2 the next day and in the bac

Supremely hilarious and surprisingly it all makes sense. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience. Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong. We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public. Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of payments. If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea...

Had never heard of the author called Darian North. I'm sure most of you would not have too. Now, I am a huge fan of his. Read one of his books called, 'Thief Of Souls'. Amazing indeed. I have read plenty of books by various authors. Sheldon always brought out the best in women. He knew what would sell, and that's exactly what he wrote. I've grown up reading his books and he always will have a special place in my heart. May his soul rest in peace. Danielle Steele, was all about love. Her books were near impossible love stories, and me being a romantic fool, am a sucker for her books. Her latest 'Rogue' was mindblowing. Archer concentrates more on the backdrop. Like the stock market in 'Not a penny more, not a penny less', or the banking industry in my favourite 'Kane and Abel', or the media in 'The Fourth Estate'. His characters blend in with the backdrop. But the main protagonist always remains the backdrop. That's his style and i

There is a very thin line between concern and interference. There is a very thin line between praising and flattery. There is a very thin line between sympathy and empathy. There is a very thin line between confidence and overconfidence. There is a very thin line between possessive and obsessive. There is a very thin line between looking sexy and looking slutty. (Something which guys always fail to get) There is a very thin line between standing by your point and being stubborn. There is a very thin line between attitude and arrogance. There is a very thin line between insanity and normality.

Its been driving me crazy for quite sometime now. I don't know what the problem is. Maybe I did not notice such things before or maybe I'm just growing up. Whatever it is, its getting really tough for me to cope up with it. But, when I sit back and think, I know its only for my own good. Parents are always paranoid when its comes to their children. We just have to deal with it. Slowly and patiently. Hurting your parents is nothing but a crime. I love my parents yes. They are the best parents in the whole world I'm sure. They have supported me endlessly. They have been with me during my temper tantrums, my ill health and even through my recent heartbreak. I guess I have already posted something about that last year. But as the year changed I don't know what went wrong. I'm sure they dint change, it maybe me too. They're finding it really hard to understand me. But I'm trying. A cup of coffee still costs 10 bucks for them, they still believe that new clothes s

Someone asked me, why my poems were all about reality and real love. I was challenged to incorporate fiction in poetry. This is my answer. The feeling isn't new, It mesmerises me, How amazing you look and sound, Even when your hurting me. Now, there is someone else, To comfort me and hold my hand, Someone who loves me a lot, And always by me he will stand. I feel strongly about this, This time truly and deeply, He makes me feel different, And he craves for me constantly. Nothing's different between you two, Except that this one loves me, He understands what love is, Which in his eyes I can see. He's calm and composed, Just as you once were, He cant make me laugh like you did, But he surely doesn't make me cry. Taking your place, Was tough for him, He knows, you were the love of my life, Without whom my life is dim. He respects me and my past, His love is something that will last, He treats me like a woman and a child, He knows when to be tough and when to be mild. Maybe

You come without a hint, Loudly chanting your chimes, You make your presence felt, Only at the worst of times. You don't bother, To know what I go through, Somethings get extinct, But you only wanted to grow. King Bruce said, Try, try till you succeed, But with you around, Its impossible indeed. What pleasure do you get, In watching me cry, Cant you just stay away, Atleast, give it a try. I stood bravely and caved in, Everytime you appeared, I smiled and bore it, Later that too disappeared. Don't you think, Its high time you left, You don't realise, But you're tearing my life into a cleft. I did everything, To keep you away, Yet, you just jumped in, Sometimes flying and sometimes in a sway. You were supposed to bring hope, Its seriously getting hard for me to cope, You try to squeeze out all positives, Leaving the residue of negatives. I absolutely loathe it, When you come without reason, You always have to ruin it for me, All day long, in any season. Don't you ever

What most people need to learn in life, is to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things. Manipulation is the virtue of most of the people. Things and vanity comes and goes, but people maketh a man. More often than not, a man is not known by the number of people who smiled at his wedding, he is known by the number of people who shed a tear at his funeral.

For those who don't know, who Pollyanna is, she was this little girl with an extremely positive mental attitude. She was always seen smiling and laughing. She believed that things would be right always, and people only used to laugh at her. Instead of mocking her I think people ought to learn from her. The least you can do is believe that things will be fine. Often most of us are concentrating on how to prevent the not fine things, that we forget to look at the things that are fine. The Polyanna approach to life, is to believe that things will be fine at the end of the day. No matter how distant the end is. Its about asking yourself, "What do you have?". Rather than concentrating on what should not happen, isn't it always better to concentrate on what should happen. Positive thinking can bring you momentary pain, but negative thinking would bring pain enough to last a life time. Mind over body they say. Managing our thoughts is the only way to manage our life, as the

Saw 'Sherlock Holmes' over the weekend. Had nothing much to do and that was the only movie in town that I hadn't seen yet, so I went along with my office mates. I have the prized 'Sherlock Holmes - Case Book' proudly displayed on my book shelf. I got it as a gift when I was 10 or 11 years old. I remember devouring the pages. I'm a sucker for mystery and at that age this was indeed "mystery". The adventure of the illustrious client, The adventure of the Thor bridge, The adventure of the creeping man are some of the chapter titles that I can re-collect. All his stories started of with 'The Adventure of....' or 'The problem of....'. Oh God, why did I ever grow up? I wasn't very interested in watching the movie, until I learnt that Jude Law was playing Dr.Watson. For those who don't know, Sherlock Holmes is the private detective and Dr.Watson is his assistant. Robert Downey Jr, I always thought that he was the 'William' of P

A lovely poem. Not my own. Its by a lady called 'Pauline Oliver'. Its an amazing poem, especially for a foodie like me. I'd have loved to have written this myself, but I just don't want to be accused of blatant plagiarism. Here it goes, I just cant help salivating. What's your favourite flavour Your number one taste Something so yummy You dare not let waste What great food sensation Salt, bitter, sour or sweet Excites your tastebuds like crazy Has everything else beat If there was only one You could not live without What flavour would you choose Be sure now, no doubt Sometimes it's the simplest Of foods that we crave Bread and butter, tripe and onions No, come on now behave I'm talking 'bout A freshly cut pineapple To eat on the beach Sun ripened strawberries Or a freshly picked peach Double choc chip ice cream Awash With caramel sauce Freshly made pepperoni pizza Draped in mozzarella of course Cool refreshing lemon sorbet A hot Mexican chilli dish

For the record, I do not suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I just like a few things to be done in an order and I like things around me to be clean, thats it. If thats called suffering from OCD then yeah, maybe. Early morning I need to have my coffee in my huge purple mug and in my yellow leo mug in the evenings. I don't like the order to be changed. I only use granulated sugar for my coffee, else I never even sip it. At home, its 'Bru' coffee while at office its 'Nescafe'. I don't like it if this changes either. I either have piping hot coffee, or ice cold ones. Nothing in between. I need to have atleast 2 cups of coffee a day. Even after dinner is fine. Okay, I'm just obsessed with coffee. My closet is arranged according to colors. Since 8 years, and it will be that way forever. I have to wear black atleast twice a week. I cant have just one chaat. Any chaat has to be followed by a paani puri. I do my eyes in a particular order. I'd die rather

If I'm asked, What love is? Please forgive me, If I say its you. When I think, How my life looks, Please forgive me, I can only see you. If I could, Buy happiness, Please forgive me, If I put a price on you. I see you always, With my eyes closed or open, Please forgive me, I cant stop thinking about you. I'm always asked, To forget you and move on, Please forgive me, I don't know how to do. Your embedded, In my body, mind and soul, Please forgive me, I cant stop loving you. 40 years later, When I'm all old and crooked, Please forgive me, If I'm still waiting for you.

This is why we call Aristotle a learned man. He said, "Mothers are more fonder of their children than the fathers, because they are more certain that they are their own".

The New Year has been great so far, and I'm in a very happy place. Feeling very light hearted and am in a very humorous mood. This is my first ever, complete image blog :-)

Have you ever missed someone so badly, that the world seemed empty? Have you missed someone so badly, that everything around reminds you of them? Have you ever missed someone so badly, that when you look at yourself, you see them? A maddening feeling that is. The below phrases sometimes drive me crazy. It sometimes brings tears, or sometimes, a smile. A day without you is like a day without sunshine... I miss you. Can miles truly separate you from love, If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there? Darkness isn't the absence of light... it's the absence of you. Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven. For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else. I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you. I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons. I miss you like the sun misse