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Showing posts from June, 2013

Rain Pain

On a rainy day I saw him. Again. It was 8.30 pm and I had stayed back in office to attend a meeting. Cursing myself for having forgotten to carry an umbrella I stepped out of my building to be welcomed by a strong gust of wind infused with rain. My hair blew in all possible directions as I tugged on to my dupatta. Slowly adjusting my hair back in its place I looked around. There were quite a few people stranded below the asbestos sheet which clung diagonally to the building. The rain made loud pitter patter noises as it hit the sheet. Some people were making small talk with their neighbors and some were just busy on their cell phones. Some were stretching their hand out to test the rain and some were cursing under their breath. I decided to go back inside, sit in the reception and listen to some music. As I turned to get back inside, I saw him. He was standing leaning against the last pillar cluelessly glaring at his phone. Dressed in complete formals and his trademark black jack

Being Aditi

So, 'Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani' crosses the much coveted 100 crore margin. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. No, the story sucked. And just because you wear glasses, doesn't mean a girl is nerdy. And no, a college topper doesn't walk around carrying a text book all the time. The music of the movie is decent enough. ' Badtameez Dil ' is my husband's favorite song to shake a leg to and I enjoy the beautiful chime of ' Ilahi '. Nothing more to the movie. YJHD feels like 'Ram Gopal Verma ki Aag' when compared to 'Wake Up Sid!'. But still I loved the movie. Why? For Aditi . As soon as Cal and I walked out of the theatre, I told him one thing. I loved Aditi. This is Kalki at her best. After playing the innocent Paro and the bitchy Natasha, it is a pleasure to watch her sink her teeth into Aditi. She blends in so beautifully that soon you begin to forget that she is actually the ugly toothed girl. And then you start empathizing and sym

Wet Moon - Monsoon Memories

It started with a tiny drop And then it started to pour But we wanted to see each other Temptation striking the core In the pouring torrent I reached the place all wet Sitting there waiting for you In the wonderful romantic set You arrived five minutes later Soaking wet but smiling wide I could then see the love lorn man As well as the innocent child inside As we snuggled under the orange umbrella Sipping our coffee piping hot Your hand remained entangled in mine Everything else then seemed the unnecessary lot Our first tryst with monsoon shall always be the best Where we were trying to understand the other It was a steady ramp up since then As the rain and love brought us together The heavy rains continued to pour It sure was a very wild season Yet we couldn't stay a day apart Getting caught in a downpour was not enough a reason As we paddled our way through hours An effort not once it did seem Being tog

WeChat - To make India a better place

I hate noise, but the subtle beep my phone gives out when it receives a message always brings a smile on my face. But, this time the beep was not for a message, it was a notification. ' Rahul Bose invites you on WeChat ' it said. I was stunned. Who? The actor? The marathon runner? The guy whom I have been crazy about since I saw 'Mr and Mrs Iyer'? I was confused. WeChat is a robust and comprehensive text and voice chatting app with photo sharing! With WeChat , you can chat with one or more friends, and find people around. It is available for iOS, Android, Symbian and Windows Phone platforms, and supports English, Traditional Chinese and Simplified Chinese. I had just downloaded the WeChat  application and was awed by its features. Another beep. " Hey amateur writer, I want to talk to you. Can we? " Still startled and with shaky hands I pressed the add button and texted, " Hi Rahul. I'm a huge fan :) " And that's how the most impo

Guilt Kills

Beep. " I told Kris. He knows now ." Seema slowly read the message. Beads of perspiration dripped from her forehead. She wiped it off with her light blue dupatta and sat down on the sofa. She re-read the message again and sat staring at her veil, which had now turned dark blue and was soaking wet. She had received the first message a few weeks ago while she was at her first anniversary celebration dinner with Kris. Krishna, her husband was a corporate lawyer with a big firm. He was a very busy man and Seema found it adorable when he managed to take out some time from his schedule just for her. Somehow over the past year, she had begun to love him dearly. An arranged marriage was not what she had wanted, but when Naveen left her pregnant, she had to bow down to her parents wishes. Within a fortnight, her wedding was confirmed with the son of her dad's best friend and within a month they were married. Seema had known Krishna for a long time and she was glad to have

Celebrations Galore

So, who all noticed the small bright badge just above the followers list? :D Yes, yes, my beloved LOL, made it to the ' Directory of top Indian blogs ' for the year 2012-13. This is such an awesome feeling that I have no words to express it. When Meoww posted on Raj cheta's wall that his 'Fuck Love' had made it to the directory of top Indian blogs, I just clicked on the link to check out the other wonderful blogs in the list. Not once did I expect my blog to be in it. I read the page for about half an hour and I scrolled down to the 'S' section. There I saw my name. I couldn't believe it at first. I clicked the link, it re-directed to my blog. And then I screamed! I ran downstairs to inform Cal and my in-laws. Then we all screamed together. In joy. Yeah, we are one crazy family. They understand the pain and effort I put into writing and respect me for it. They all read my posts and thoroughly enjoy it. That was a victory in itself. Next cam