Tuesday, December 2, 2008

aah. men men men!, they have so much to learn.

* the only correct answer to "do i look fat in this" is "no honey, you are perfect!"...memorize it!

* When we say that we know something is going on, something is undeniably going on, and you’d better own up soon.

* When we go to the bathroom together, we talk about you.

* Diamonds, jewelry, bags and shoes are investments. The Xbox360, Play station and other similar gadgets are not.

* We love your mother just as much as she loves us

* DON'T tell us to RELAX
Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Green Lantern
The Flash
Iron Man
Wonder Woman
You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

i guess i have changed, those who've known me long enough will tell you that, that is if they still know me, i never bother to keep in touch, never seem to make an effort.

i have no explanations.

life seems to be taking course that i seem to follow, i should feel something along the way, but i thats not happening.

Monday, September 29, 2008


well my explanation for not showing up would be socialising, yes thats sumthing new for me since i cant even remember the last time i "went out". so here are a few things i've learnt from the past few weeks-:

1. if u think a guy is cute, tell him. (been there, done that)

2. do not take tips on flirting from a certain aakash parasher. he's mean online :P

3. talking of Parasher, he's not that bad after all, only his reputation precedes him.

4. always talk to Sidd Pandey when He's busy making a report, he'll answer "any" questions you have :)

5. Once you Catch Akhil in good mood, insist on a treat and he'll give it to ya.

6. Most importantly, DO NOT watch an Adam Sandler film even if people bribe you suitably. just take my word for it.

7. make ur parents take u shopping for daughter's day(28th sep for later ref), buy a great pair of jeans and feel hot for one whole day.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

it rained today, my glasses broke, walked from college to the bus stop ...... i happen to see the beauty in everything only when i can't see clearly..

akhil's right... i am too practical to be happy.

i am trying to find a way to do both well....lets see :)

Saturday, September 6, 2008

"Missing someone forms a dull ache that you learn to live with. "

but i dont think i miss you anymore. bye.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Rock On!!

well, despite what a certain Ms.Murthy says, i think he's HOT!

umm, nice movie, go watch! shoo!

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Me: so do u like me more or cricket?

Person: ummmm.........err......ehem........ well, u know there really isnt any comparison.............well........

Me: well, on any given afternoon, me or cricket?

Person: well....hmmm..

ME: Hem hem!!

Person: U!! ofcourse.

MEN!~ u love, u hate 'em.

Friday, August 22, 2008

my life.......(sucks)

hello there so there's another weekend knocking at my door, and making me realize (again) that i have no life whatsoever. well but i have it all chalked out, i plan to get a pack of mother dairy's finest Vanilla and yes, finish it!! if that's not enough, i shall get to my book and catch a few lousy shows on t.v., college is okay, results came out and i have figured life is indeed a series of dissapointments and the guy up there deals you the good cards once in a while just to see the look on ur face, anyways, thanks man!

so, since i am totally VElla, i decided to clear out my inbox today, and read a couple of old mails, so basically i went through the last couple of years of my life, which were left there carelessly scattered around my mailbox..... this is stuff that made me laugh out loud ( or LOL as a certain Mr.Pandey would use 2 times in a standard sentence ). . . so here are some chosen memories, revisited (not in any particular order).
ME telling someone about ankur and priya's hook-up
me: she's seeing ankur
person : wht??
me: yeah it was only natural.........i bet their eyes met over a couple of chemistry books.


My conversation with a guy, telling him that I like him. (no wonder!)

me: i really like u.
person: me?
why me?
me: what do u mean "why me?"......am i accusing u of murder?
how many explanations are there for liking someone?

Me on a chat with Sid Pandey, after i believe i lent him some money (which i dont really recall getting back)

me: there he is...the ower of my money, the mini marshall of aerospace!!

Mr.Harish Vemavarrappu(nee Alagappa) "trying" to be ROcking!

Harish: Yes, Swati. I enquire about the status of the situation in the Y-direction

Translation: he basically asked me "whats up?"
during a conversation, me coming up with a "brilliant idea" for a detective agency;

me: hey nice punch line for a detective agency........" ace detectives: WE DONT JUST TALK, WE STALK!!"
To be continued!!......

well children,thats it for now, i shall post more later, since at the moment i am engrossed in an intense conversation about Love with Mr.G.N.Pradeep Kumar. u get the picture.


Thursday, August 14, 2008

"In anticipation of the time, if it ever comes, when I will see you
frown at my defects; when mature reflection tells you that you've come to the
end of your love for me; in anticipation of that time when you will pass by me
like a stranger, barely even acknowledging me with a glance of your brilliant
eye; when your love for me isn't love anymore and you're guided only by somber
judgment—in anticipation of that time, I'm establishing myself here, knowing how
little I really deserve, and I'm giving testimony against myself to defend the
justice of your future actions. You have every right to leave poor me—all the
laws of reason back you up—since I can't offer any justification for your loving

- simplified Shakespeare ..... true enough.

so okay, i have been extremely lazy and haven't really been here for the past two weeks, so i apologise and all.....so college has begun and we've greeted juniors, can't believe we're telling people stories of how when we first came to college........... hmm, being old shall be fun though....me and priya have a pact of sorts, about that later.

so this semester seems interesting, but it has to be said that something should be done to perk up those damn lectures, the subjects are great, but Verma Sir going on and on in a south indian tone sounds more like a ballad than gas dynamics,man i miss Tanzy (yes i love him!!)
but not much is happening in college apart from the initiatives we seem to be taking, the aerospace journal is getting somewhere finally, and dobby will start soon enough.

personally, i have (with a little help from harish) noticed a trend in my love life, the guys i have liked/dated/wanted to date sooooo badly have all gone on to become quite successful proffessionally. . lets see, 3 to IIT, 2 have scholarships to American Universities and the Gpa's seem to be rising. . . pretty impressive... :P.... it just feels like more than sheer coincidence, and hence Harish says i MUST fall in love with him........awww.looks like i sure know how to pick 'em!
(hmmm, narcissism doesnt feel that good after all....)

movies......well Shakespeare in Love ought to be given a try, interesting humour, worth the hype. People around me want to watch SIngh is Kinng, sadly...

wll thats about it from me now,
shall blabber on if something interesting comes along.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008


been sometime na, well i have been a lazy lazy girl, not doing much at all. i saw Forrest Gump, which i think everyone should watch once at least, really nice movie.......i am re-reading Master Of The Game, which is one of my very favorites, and i am hoping someone comes along and gives me another book soon.... waiting for college to start again and yeah, i am very very bored at home!

so please somebody gimme something to write about !!!


you know who.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

school school !!

lets take a trip down memory lane, shall we..........

Samarth Bhatia....sammy, samster and self acclaimed cool guy..my best friend of 17 yrs....

so we loved our teachers (so much)....and they loved us back!........that grin- PRICELESS!.....maths teacher.

hmmm, see sometimes i was good too..

and then there was the free time.....

and u thought only women did the whole poledancing bit...and i believe he's still single...LAAADIES!!!!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Sam Bahadur

There is so much to be said about Sam Manekshaw, the eulogy delivered by Jehan Daruwala, grandson of the late Field Marshal at a memorial service says it all:
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It's been an overwhelming few weeks for us as a family, and now, I shall tell you about the man I knew, the man behind the one you all knew as Field Marshal S.H.F.J. Manekshaw.

He would pick up the phone in the house and in a booming voice say "Feeeaaald Maaaarshaaaalll!!!" which would make my brother and I break out into fits of laughter.

At home, this man was the farthest thing from being the highest-ranking officer in one of the world's largest standing armies. To Raul, Brandy and me, he was always Sam, our most amazing, wonderful, and loving grandfather.

He was the man whose thick finger you held on to as you were taken around the garden and made to memorize the names of flowers.

The man who showed you how to wash behind your ears and tolerate extremely hot and extremely cold water baths without complaining.

The man who would tell you incredible stories - not just the public ones of the army that many have narrated before - but of growing up in Amristar, in a large Parsi family and a set of characters that sounded like they came out of an an Amritsari version of "Malgudi Days".

This was the Sam I knew, loved, and remember.

I am truly proud of Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw. As Indians, our family shares that pride with every other Indian who has shown respect for this hero. We have been truly touched by the public's esteem for him and all he stood for: in terms of his leadership, his dignity, his professionalism as a soldier and his regard for always doing the right thing and for this, we thank you.

To see the Amul posters up in Mumbai saying "Jai Jawan. Jai Sam", to hear the anecdotes he always told as coming from other people, to see reverence with which the army took such good care of him in his final years, and to watch the press, friends and strangers from far and wide give condolences and pay tribute has been a truly touching and educating experience for me, who was born after his time as chief, a year after he left South Block and moved to the Nilgiri Hills.

People tell me, you should be so proud and consider your self so lucky that you had the Field Marshal for a grandfather. I am proud, I do consider myself the most fortunate grandchild in the world because I had Sam for a grandfather. It is this Sam that I attempt to share with you today, partly so that it may provide an insight into the qualities of the man behind the rank whom I loved dearly, but more importantly to tell you of another amazing legacy he left, to his family, which are the values we all now share and I hope I too carry in me. This is the Sam I remember and learned from.

Sam always wanted us to do things properly. His morning routine for example: walking up, putting on the BBC and setting his watch to exactly 5 1/2 hours ahead of GMT, to the chime of Big Ben, checking the mail in a particular order, going through the newspaper and folding it back for Silloo, showering and dressing in a particular order, until finally arriving at the breakfast table at 9 sharp would be a long detailed drill.

When we would stay with him during our summer holiday at Stavka, in Coonoor, we would immediately be dragooned into doing this all with him.

He made us do it right each time and called it not to do things 'a-ways'. He'd say to us he pushed us through the steps: "We'll make a Manshi out of you yet!"

Sam's capacity for fun was limitless. He would constantly joke with us, and gently bully us into getting ourselves into trouble with our grandmother. Every child, nephew, niece and grandchild of his remembers the look of Sam smiling wryly at one of us a moment after something he'd made us do made Silloo go "uh hmmm" in her most disapproving tone possible.

He would constantly check our grammar. Pronouncing a single word, showing ignorance when you really should have known better was always met with mockery.

"Son, do I say I am coming to come?

"No Sam.

"Then why are you saying I am going to go? It's wrong English!

He teased us until we learned to tease him back; he would play no end of practical jokes on us until we figured out how to avoid the booby traps and the ambushes. Finally, we discovered that we could speak up for ourselves and say: "That's not fair!" (without being cry babies) or even better, play the jokes back on him.

Sam also encouraged openness - and no secrets. He made us feel like we could confide in him about anything - even about our sweethearts. Two minutes later, the entire extended family would know, and any chance of taking our romantic interest seriously would be destroyed as we would always be thinking about how we would be teased at the dinner table. Yet, if we did settle into a relationship, it was Sam who would be the first to want to meet them and get to know them and accept them into the family

"No Sam, I'm not letting you meet her."

"What, are you ashamed of me, or are you ashamed of her."

"I'm not ashamed of anyone!" "Then you're afraid I'll steal her from you. Tell her I sent my love."

And like a fool, I would.

But through all of this mirth, it was by permitting us to be absolutely silly and letting ourselves look and feel completely ridiculous at times, that he made us finally get over ourselves being embarrassed for silly things. He gave us the ability to learn, to be socially fearless, stand up for ourselves, always speak our minds honestly and frankly, and hold our own in any room with anyone no matter how big or small.

He brought lessons from his own childhood. The warmth of growing up in a loving family in Amritsar was something he so successfully passed on to his daughters; my aunt and my mother, and to his grandchildren. If there was one thing I remember that Sam wanted to share with me in a serious manner, it was this - the importance of family, and loving everyone in your family unconditionally.

I look at my extended family today and I am so incredibly happy that I am amidst wonderful, amazing, good-hearted people, in all of whom I see a bit of Sam and Silloo, and a legacy of his family from Amritsar.

Sam took us everywhere with him. My brother remembers Sam introducing us as "And this is a grandson, and that's another grandson." Sometimes he'd add our names and emphasize the Sam. This is "Jehan-Sam and that's Raoul-Sam."

Yet he instilled in me the strongest desire to be my own person, and to be known for my own abilities and not for whom I was related to. When people would good-naturedly and innocently introduce me in my teenage years as "the Field Marshal's grandson" in situations where such an introduction had no place, I would always huffily say "My name is Jehan." I used to get very annoyed about being introduced as someone's relative, rather than as me.

People would ask me, why I never considered joining the army. Sam never once in my ENTIRE LIFE suggested it. The army was his profession, we were expected to decide for ourselves, find our own profession and excel in them. He used to say. "Son you must always work hard, and play hard."

People have from time to time characterised my grandfather as being too proud, or a little arrogant. But if he ever came across as being that, in actuality he was far from it. In his quieter moments, reminiscing about his life with the family, he would - after narrating one of his many stories - pause for a bit, and then in the silence he would remind us of how lucky he was, and how blessed he had been to have life treat him so fortunately. He always knew he'd led an extraordinary life and he never took that fact for granted.

He always used to say, "I have always been a lucky man, and luck has had a lot to do with my success." Then, in typically Sam fashion, he'd add a bit of humour to every serious lesson. He'd stop, smile and say, "But, the harder I worked, the luckier I got!"

I see in every member of my family these qualities of Sam's. There is great humour, straightforwardness and candour, unconditional love, a respect of each others ability to speak their own mind and be their own person, a desire to always do things properly, and throughout, a constant awareness of how fortunate we all are to be where we are in life, and to have had Sam in our lives.

So now when someone turns around and asks "are you related to the Field Marshal" I think of all these qualities that I know he instilled in us, and smile back, look them in the eyes, and say yes "I AM related to the Field Marshal" and I'm proud of it.

Here's to Sam Hormusji Framji Jamshedji Manekshaw:A soldier's General.

Sunday, July 13, 2008


well its been a very very interesting weekend, not much to do actually but i saw two movies that will have a good impact on most of those who watch them, the best thing being that both starred Leo Dicaprio and needless to say he looked HOT!!

-The Departed

-The Aviator

well come to think of it, these arent the movies i would normally watch, but i am glad i did, both are great but i prefer The Departed to the other one (i know, who would have thought!!). The Aviator features Leo as a passionate, eccentric, disturbed, ladies man Howard Hughes, which our man plays with ease but it is the portrayal of the undercover cop that completely takes the cake, much like blood diamond, he shines through, The film is intriguing and does complete justice to the oscars it was nominated for and won in the end.

Apart from all great logic, i have two very simple points which make the departed better:

1) Leonardo Dicaprio, Matt Damon, Mark Wahlberg as opposed to just Leo.

2) You're telling me, you are gonna give Leo in Uniform a miss??

And i rest my case........:P
go watch it, shoo!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
And you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street
To heartbreak hotel.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

first of all Happy birthday Akhil!!, and thanks for the best party ever!......so yesterday was a day of discoveries.....well for one i am certain that i am not the booze kind of person,i do not get the point of it and at any point in the experiment it feels like there's more about to come out than that went in...so no alcohol here. but i am the dancing kind of person,we went to a lounge bar in atta, while the others tried out rum etc, i ventured into unknown territory with a cocktail lavishly called Everest..(although i wanted to try something called the flying tigress)...honestly, it tasted like orange juice with a generous dose of glycodin (yes, the cough medicine)..so they started playing all the songs, and there we were, dancing like crazy, who knew it took harish a couple of beers to get it going on, he "danced" to some famous punjabi song.

so there, we literally danced for 2 hours straight, to hindi, english and punjabi; went crazy but it was great.,..hmm, i should do this more often :P

oh talking of dancing there is this movie i think every dance lover should watch, Dirty Dancing,its a nice entertaining movie. i think u'll like it.

Monday, July 7, 2008

jaane tu.............

its not revolutionary, path breaking and doesnt give out any messages for sure, it might be a take on the whole "girl boy friendship funda", but it does not preach, doesnt lay down any ground rules or doesnt tell you how it is SUPPOSED to be, and thats why Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na is a good film, its like a book almost,its lets you perceive it as you like.its a nice film about the real sorta goofy people, who mess up from time to time, and yes it doesnt teach you how to be cool, so it isnt the quintessential youth film. Watch it once, fun film...

Btw, Imran Khan's 6 pack doesnt hurt either :P

Thursday, July 3, 2008

in the end....

thats it, isnt it........

Monday, June 30, 2008

powerpuff girls!!

so yesterday was my sister's bday, hence an oppurtunity to sit here and there and pose for photos...he he....nice party though , but me and priya sorta collectively hate kids aged 5-14...atleast i do.

Saturday, June 28, 2008


i think everybody should watch this movie, once at the very least!!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

what i am thinking of right now...

well for some reason, the only image in my mind is.....

as they say, "Govinda Govindaa"

Monday, June 23, 2008


Aren't there standards?

Of course.

Otherwise a tacky velvet painting
could be equated to a Rembrandt.

There are standards, technique,
composition, color, even subject.

So if you're suggesting
that rotted side of meat is art...

...much less good art,
then what are we going to learn?

What is art?
What makes it good or bad?
And who decides?


What the FUCK!!!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.

And sometimes you want to speak to them and then
You do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has passed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.

cough cough!


so i write today so people can leave comments on new blog posts rather than old, to help them escape their monotony i believe.

well, i have come down with a terrible terrible throat infection (cough, cold, sneezing, oh the works!!). hmm so on the work front, Our Mentor (Mental) has been breathing fire down our necks, expecting us to come up with a fully functional tachometer by tommorow, with my cold and everything, we havent really been able work anything out yet.sad i must say.

well the happy thing is that after a go ahead from Tarnacha sir, Dobby s successfully on the table and Finally we can learn something, i hope it works out for all of us. Harish is going through a writer's block and that is what is giving him most of his stress these days (That and Mon not being around, but he wont say it, MEN!!). Priya had been spending the weekends with me at home for the past two weeks, and i must say girls bond in a way men can't, hmm, its just not possible for them to, u can tell a girl stuff which a man would probably turn a blind eye to, plus u can always throw ur hands up in the air and say MEN!! and they'll get it, no further explanation required.

i saw a couple of more movies, Sawariya. which i must say is not as bad as it was made out to be, the sets a bit too much, but overall bearable once i guess.

chalo gtg now,
catch ya later!!

Saturday, June 14, 2008

have been watching movies these days, a lot of them.......started college again, went on the 11Th and we have to work on a tachometer all summer (its like a speedometer for aircrafts)....all in all not a very interesting week, pretty lazy and laid back. lets hope things speed up in the days to come.

oh yeah, all seen, all liked....looking forward to some more.

also now reading "a married woman" by Manju Kapur, great style, i hope the story's as good.

Friday, June 6, 2008


Well hello.

So the advent of my so called summer vacation has been bad, hmm, quite bad, I was supposed to go on this trip to Himachal with my family but couldn’t as a result of my exam being postponed, so they went anyways, and I spent 3 very empty days at my relatives in a posh south Delhi enclave, the only bright spot being having an animated conversation with my friend off 17 years, Samarth. Funny, how some things never ever change.

I am back at home now, looks like everybody but me is traveling. My sister is off to Chennai (where I point blank refuse to go) and Dad just got back from a trip to Mumbai.
Priya is in Pune (damn, I miss that girl!!) and Ankur back to Dehradun (I miss u too baby!!).

Dad brought me books from Bombay, he’s not quite the reader so never knows what to buy, so now I have a set of Chetan Bhagat books, chalo at least I have something to read now.

Having already read Bhagat’s earlier attempts at writing (Five Point Someone; One Night @ the Call Centre) I conclude that although there was some substance in his debut novel, it being about IIT and college in general, Bhagat has stretched out the idea with his next books and thinks that anything in vogue can be made into a book. I distinctly felt that during my stint with One Night @ the Call Centre and now the déjà vu has set in after having gone through The Three Mistakes of My Life (the fourth one being this book).

Bhagat’s latest has strong influences of his first novel; here too there are three main characters strikingly similar to Five Point Someone, they bear a resemblance to them too, and hence its not a refreshing experience, there’s nothing new.

Three Mistakes seems to have borrowed a little bit from his second novel too, in terms of the beginning and the ending, now come on, when you put a distinct starting and an ending with the actual story being a flashback or being narrated in one of your books its catchy, but man to do it twice in a row makes it far too predictable.

Honestly, looks like Chetan Bhagat in his need for connecting to the GenNext is forgetting what is and isn’t story material. It says on the cover of his book “India’s biggest selling English-Language novelist”, I would strongly believe that this bears a direct correlation to the fact that Bhagat isn’t such a great writer, he’s a simple writer, who basically has no imagination when it comes to literature, he writes exactly what he thinks, and adds a witty phrase or a quote here and there, his books do not cater to the intellectual and hence form a perfect basis for bollywood movies. I must add that reading Bhagat now is becoming more like reading Danielle Steel, there’s never anything new or exciting, not even the language, these books you wouldn’t even read just because of the English. Since they are not much themselves, it doesn’t look like it takes all that effort to write them, so this is the reason Ms.Steel has come up with over 30 “bestsellers”. This is the precise reason why Mills & Boons sell in such vast quantities (Oh, apart from that other “little” reason). So I strongly suggest Bhagat shouldn’t bother us all with catchy titles till he actually has a story to tell. Ditto for that other IIT guy, Tushar Raheja (anything for you ma’am).

oh by the way, I just noticed how Bhagat portrays his heroines as if they are not only a different sex but also a separate species, one who have to be studied in intense but out of focus detail by him, as a result of which we know that his leading lady wears t-shirts with “fairy queen” written on them but surprisingly little about the girl herself. The only thing I have managed to guess is that they are all modeled on his wife, Anusha, seems all strong and intelligent, but alas even she couldn’t stop his from writing them all, well at least the last one.

Well, I shall go now, enough playing critic, its not my favourite thing, if I wanted to criticize I’d go watch Tashan, plenty of opportunity there.


Saturday, May 17, 2008


so my friend harish says i am like ELAINE BENES from Seinfeld... welll.... i like it its better than a lot of other stuff ;) plus i like elaine. i now think i am like her because she said this: "He's a bad breaker-upper." about an ex flame,

ehem,arent they all? :P

p.s. harish then u wud be Cramer, i suppose?

Friday, May 9, 2008

its summer again, i dread the season that always brings along gruesome heat and bloody hell,Exams!! but looks like there are a few things i like abt the dreary season after all, so here we go:- (by the way, if u notice i am all into lists these days)

1.amaltas - the indian laburnum, bright yellow flowers which greet you dangling off every tree in delhi, everywhere u go, althought the gulmohar is also in full bloom, amaltas are a treat, putting the sunshine to shame just shining bright!!

2.the heat sort of makes everyone lazy, so in effect we are lazier than usual. no work gets done and draggin friend to eat momos is easier!

3.u have an excuse for ur ever lasting lethargy now, it works better thn it does in winters, trust me!

4.u may mess up, but later attribute ur frustration(or someone elses) to the pathetic weather.

baaki later, the weather's making me quite dull.....:P hope it worked!!

Friday, May 2, 2008

there are many other fish in the sea, but who wants to go out with a fish!?!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

you know how i can confirm that i have no life, whatsoever??......

i wake up every morning at precisely 2.30 am, recall whatever it is that i was dreaming abt and laugh my ass off!......yesterday, i dreamt abt this cute guy telling me that he is better than me in MANUFACTURING MACHINES (the subject!!)....i come up with new rejection plans while sleeping! bloody hell.... are u convinced now??

i am telling u, i am giving competition to crazy plate lady now.


Sunday, April 20, 2008

WTF..all over again!

What do you write about a guy who can make you completely happy and completely unhappy? He's got my unconditional love. Sigh- yeah, women are so dumb.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

ever liked and hated someone in the same moment.......arrrgh!!

life's pathetic, let's move on!!

Friday, April 4, 2008

Mundane stuff about me that you should/must know.......(plus i am bored)

1. I like my beverages cold, or atleast at room temperature, else i let them take their own sweet time cooling, even coffee and tea...( sorry priya)

2.I hate it when people make little pools of daal on their plates and let other things take a swim in it....ugh!

3.I cannot live without lip gloss...my glasses are a close second.

4.I cannot stand lil red ants, the kinds that bite.

5.I dream in black and white, sometimes gray....but they're still colorful.

6.I like the sound of heartbeats.

7.My idea of a pet is a rock, or at the most Harish. NO, change that back to a rock.

8.I have eaten pasta arrabiatta every time i have been out in the past two months.

9.Two thirds of my closet in pink.

10.Despite #9, I am predominantly a tomboy (ask samarth)

11.I want to keep in touch with everyone i have ever known.

12.I sulk at will.

13.I have consistently dreamt of the the same thing.person.place for the past 2 weeks.

14."A passion that doesn't consume is hardly worth having".......... mine always does.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

oh yeah, u're so strong?, u resist him!! (enlarge image)
To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --

To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.

To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.

To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.

To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.

Saturday, March 29, 2008


One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


Friday, March 21, 2008

so here it is!!

prince william.........Aaaaaaaaaaa!

you know thats the trouble with men, they are either taken or they're gay!!

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

this is it, now!

Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me
Not ache with inconsistent tenderness
It was untenable delight; we are free--
Separate, equal--and if loverless,
Love consumes time which is more dear than love,
More unreplicable. With everything
Thus posited, the choice was clear enough
And daylight ratified our reckoning.

Monday, March 3, 2008


Q. What is your middle name?
A. Pinky!! Or ought to be!

Q. How big is your bed?
A. Huge, there’s always room for me and a couple of pillows plus my jumpy sis!

Q.What are you listening to right now?
A. The tick tock of the clock.

Q. What was the last thing you ate?
A. Bread.

Q. Last person(s) you hugged?
A. Ishan.

Q. How is the weather right now?
A. Hot! Humid!

Q. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
A. Akhil!!!, as always.

Q. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
A. The hands…Dnt know why!

Q. Favorite type of Food?
A. The spicy type.

Q. Do you want children?
A. Yes. Lots.

Q. Have you ever cried over a love lost?
A. Yes.

Q. Last Movie you watched?
A. Jodhaa Akbar

Q. What were you doing before filling this out?
A. Talking to Akhil.

Q. Have you ever loved someone?
A. Maybe.

Q. Who would you like to see right now?
A. No one really.

Q. What color are your bedroom walls?
A. Cream.

Q. Have you ever fired a gun?
A. No

Q. Do you like to travel by plane?
A. Yes

Q. Right-handed or Left-handed?
A. Right-handed

Q. If you could go to any place right now where would you go?
A. School.

Q. Are you missing someone?
A. No.

Q. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
A. A violin.

Q. Favorite hangout ?
A. College.

Q. 3 things you can't live without?
A. People. Books. Lip Gloss.

Q. Favorite songs?
A. Too many to even put down, but off the top of my head-“ have a little faith in me”

Q. What are you afraid of?
A. Mostly my conscience.

Q. Are you a giver or a taker?
A. A little bit of both.

Q. What are your nicknames?
A. swat. Swatu. Chamko. PinkY!

Q. Stuck on a deserted island, and can only bring one thing?
A. Book

Q. First thing you'll save in a fire?
A. My books( in the absence of people)

Q. What is your favorite color?
A. Blue.

Q. What are the things you always bring with you?
A. Phone. GLOSS. A smile.

Q. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
A. Teacher.

Q. What do you usually do when the alarm turns on?
A. 5 more minutes!!

Q. What do you think about before you go to bed?
A. Food! I am always hungry just before bed!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

for you now.....

i borrowed this for u from someone who writes what i think.........


The whole road was laid by fallen flowers. Crushed, defeated, they left behind a few wet tears maybe, as spidery patterns on the black road.

I loved those flowers. The elegant pale green stalks that burst open into five feathers of white. And the yellow stalks that peeped out shyly from within. One always longs to look beyond confines.

And we walked... talked occasionally. The smart crisp sound of steps in an unfailingly regular pattern on the otherwise silent road.

Those were the 'certain' years. One was certainly not a kid. One was certainly not old. One was certainly uncertain.

A fainéant beach breeze of the summer evening, a trifle warm. I watch him gather flowers of all colors. They make a startlingly colorful bunch.

There is a bend on the road home. The steps become shorter. Reluctant. We'd gathered more than just flowers. And none of it could be taken home.

The front lights are already on.

We stay out a little longer. Lying under the damp shade of the tree he places flower by flower on my hair. I laugh. I know how ridiculous it all would've looked. He smiles.

We now walk back home. Again.

The flowers drop one by one. And our steps away from what we've left behind.

The last one stays, trapped somewhere between tenacious strands. I like it that way.

It's still there; in between the pages of a book I no longer read.


Tuesday, January 22, 2008


" we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in your arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis "

yup,death is no parenthesis, nor is anything else for that matter.... we love, often unconditionally, not knowing where it will go but hoping nevertheless...whether or not we make it there of secondary, the primal is stark, crystal clear : LOVE!

p.s.-HAPPY NEW YEAR etc etc. hope its fun for u!