Friday, April 30, 2010

In a Box

I feel like I am in a box; which quite literally means this house. Also, when used as a metaphor, I guess I want to say that I’m stuck, trapped; and I don’t like it. Its not just about not being able to get out of the house more often or not having many places to go around here (because with all the heat, I’d rather stay at home!) but more about the feeling of not being able to do what you want to or rather doing something that you absolutely don’t want to.

I may not make any sense to you, because I am just letting some steam off so bear with me.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

My First Blog Post!

You all know that this is not my first blog post. I have written loads of them; and their frequency has increased a lot lately. But this has something to do with my first post on this blog. There’s this blog game and I’ve been tagged by Ratz from ‘What Can I Say!’ where we have to repost our first blog post. That’ll help the readers know how much of the writer and the writing has changed since the first post. I’m going to oblige. Also, I’d love to know how much has changed. I can’t seem to figure (much of) it out myself!

But before I repost, I must tag five other people to play along. So here are the others...

2. Erika at Dear Dear Closet
3. Ekanthapadhikan at The Truth About Me-self
4. Kellie at  kelleidoscope
5. Melissa at Little Mrs. Married

So here’s what my first post was!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My First Blog!


Every time I went through an emotion; a very strong one, be it happiness or extreme sorrow I have felt the need to pen it down. And this led to a lot of diaries with only the first few pages filled as I could never write about my feelings on a regular basis. Although these ‘Dear Diary’ moments have been very frequent in my life, I had been too busy brooding about them to actually do anything else.

And one day a friend introduced me to blogspot. It sounded very interesting. The very fact that you could have your own web page and write stuff about your own life was fascinating. And today, after yet another emotional debacle I couldn’t resist having one for myself.

The worst part is, now that I have actually begun to write, I am at a loss for words, which is very very weird since I am known as the talker who can’t shut up even when specifically asked to. But knowing that I have an unrestricted outlet to release my thoughts (this one being the second) gives me a little more comfort. Also, the fact that these frequent outbursts of sentiments will be a permanent record is an added advantage as they will serve as memoirs (hopefully having a complete account and all the pages filled this time...)

There… Now tell me how much has changed!! And those of you tagged, play along!! :)

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Pimples are Mangoes' Best Friend

Summer is here (though it was here even when winter hadn’t properly ended, but that’s not the point) which means its MANGO season; YUM! Aren’t they the best thing you’ve ever tasted? I haven’t eaten any other fruit that’s as tasty as mangoes. Strawberries maybe, but they are sort of sweet and sour and I for one believe that they taste better when they’re used as flavors in ice-creams or chap stick – not that they don’t taste good naturally, just that they’re better when used in other stuff.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Fill in the Blank Friday #3

The rules are simple! Fill the blanks with your own answers and then link up here. Oh! And today's post has quite a musical feel to it! They're fun questions. Enjoy!

1.  One song that always takes me back to my youth is   “Do Re Mi” from the Sound of Music and a few others from the same Soundtrack; and “Papa Kehte Hain” from Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak in Hindi.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Early Morning Date

Mushy post alert!!
If you’re the kind that doesn’t like to read mushy stuff, I suggest you just close the window. If you still want to go ahead and read this, don’t say I didn’t warn you! And you know me, I have a habit of going into details!!!

I haven’t gone on a proper date in so long, that I am tempted to call a visit to the Temple in the morning with Sandeep, a date. And if you see, once we were done with the darshan at the temple, it was kind of a date.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The Konnection (1) - Short Story

The idea for this story is so totally not mine. The concept was forwarded to me by my cousin Kritika and she has been pestering me to write this story for almost a year now (though she says that she’s gave me the idea two years ago!) Anyway, it’s totally her story, I’ve only put it into words, and that too only because she wanted me to write it. Since writing is my hobby and story telling one of the things that I can do well, I decided to oblige. (I actually jumped at the opportunity!)

It took me a while to get into the right frame of mind to write a Love Story (I hope I didn’t give away too much already) but now that I am, I didn’t want to delay it any further. So let me not ramble any further because I have given due credit to the person whose idea this is. Here goes…

Friday, April 16, 2010

Fill in the Blank Friday #2

Here it is again! Fill in the Blanks for this Firday hosted at Lauren’s blog! Glad that I’m posting this on a Friday and not on a Saturday like last week. And we’ve got good stuff today. If you want to play along, fill up the blanks on your blog and link up at her site. Yes, it’s THAT simple.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Chop Chop Chop!!!

Sounds like I’m in the kitchen making some mixed vegetable dish; but I’m not. It’ll be a while until I step into the kitchen for good, because I know that when I do that, I won’t be able to get out – not easily at least. So I’m taking my time there. But that’s not what I’m taking about, is it? I’m talking about my hair.

Summer has just begun about a month ago and already we’re all in a stage where it is impossible to feel comforted by just the moving fan and we cannot have the AC on the entire day. Although the fan does provide air, it is still the warm and sticky air that keeps moving around the room. The body can still take it to some extent, but not the hair – especially not my kind of hair.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Fill in the Blank Friday #1

I was getting bored of studying as usual and logged on to see what was going on over the internet when I came across this blog through another blogger friend’s blog and this is what they had both done. So I thought, why not? Sounds like fun! So here goes… And although it is Saturday here, it was Friday when they did this on their blog! ;)

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Side Effects of Studying: #5 Addiction to Caffeine

I’m going to do a very small post here because I have a splitting head ache that begins around my eye-brows and goes all the way down to my cheek bones, not to mention the pain I feel all around my skull every time I even move my head slightly.

I am done analyzing cause-effect relationships here because I am so sure that anything that’s going askew with anything in my body (and/or mind) these days can only be because of one thing! And for people who actually enjoy studying, I can’t even imagine how you can get yourself to enjoy it. You are in a totally different league altogether. I am only short of saluting you; and I am not even being sarcastic.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Kya Family Hai: #1

It was a normal Sunday morning in our house (actually… in my Grandma’s house) and I had just reached there before ten. The kids were still sleeping and I was a little surprised when I saw three kids (all familiar faces :P), because only two lived there. I concluded that even Kritika was there. It just meant that I had to wake three of them up instead of two. No biggie!

I started to pull their cheeks and ran my fingers through their hair (which only made them feel nice and sleep even more). When that didn’t work, I nudged them and that’s when they realized that I was there. I was sitting on the edge of the huge bed and Rudransh was the closest to me. When he opened his eyes and saw that I was there, he didn’t wake up; instead he put his head on my lap and caught me by the waist and went back to sleep. Kritika opened her eyes a little wider when she realized it was me and asked me what I was doing there. I said I would tell her once she got up. It took a few more minutes of cajoling to actually wake Ananya up.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Just sayin Good Night...

Far far away,
In almost another land,
As I tuck myself in,
I miss holding your hand.

I long to see you smile,
And meet your gaze,
That never fails to leave me,
In an eternal daze.

I want to hold you close,
And feel you here,
From all my heart,
I wish you were near.

It is painful knowing
That you are so far away,
I miss you every second,
Every moment, each day.

I know this is a test,
And we are going to make it through,
But no matter how huge the distances,
or trying the circumstances,
I will always love you.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Sec. 274(1) of the Companies Act, 1956... The Story of My Life

I was on the phone yesterday night sitting in my study room talking to Sandeep when my mom walked in. The time must’ve been around past eleven. She walked in and just started talking to me about something all the while knowing not only that I was on the phone, but also fully aware of whom I was talking to. I was almost expecting to listen to a long lecture about how I was wasting time over the phone and on the computer (I generally also play FreeCell on the computer while I’m talking over the phone – full utilization of the break time by multi-tasking).

Fortunately, right about when she walked in, we were discussing something about studies after giving up on talking about the Deccan Chargers vs. Kolkatta Knight Riders’ match which by the way Deccan – the team that he and therefore even I support – lost. I don’t know how badly we lost because I didn’t watch the match, but from the disappointed tone in his voice, I’m guessing quite badly. These days apart from my CA syllabus, I’m also getting educated about cricket… bit by bit, but its happening and I’m getting there.

Short Story - You don't want to, but you HAVE to...

The children playing in the colony compound, the guy sweeping the streets, the birds fluttering in the tree just outside the window, even the trail of ants on the sill of her kitchen window did not miss her eye as she stood there sipping a cup of coffee that was letting off steam when she started drinking it. It had been twenty minutes since then and she wasn’t even half way through. Somehow she sensed that there was something else that she was supposed to be paying attention to; there was something else going on somewhere around her; and yet she found herself distracted, and concentrating on everything but that sound in her background.

“Ma! Are you even listening?” said a voice behind her.