Why do they say that we can never forget our first love? Is it because they know that there's gonna be a second? Or a third? Or maybe even more?
I remember the feeling when I first fell in love. I would walk with a funny and mysterious grin on my face, which usually made people wonder what's wrong with me. I was insanely in love with colours and all coulourful stuff...chocolate ice-creams, polka dots, ribbons, pastries, fruits, etc. I would sometimes spend my afternoons lazing around eating apples and oranges, while ofcourse thinking about my first all the time. If I had a really nice late night conversation with my first, I would usually wake up next morning with a humungous smile on my face. Ofcourse, it would turn into shock and denial as my Mum would pour cold...COLD water on my face!
These are some of the feelings I remember distinctly...and ofcourse there are more, but I don't remember them now...
Till then...I'll be in the canteen eating chips that don't belong to me...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Happy Birthday Bhaaluu!!
Yesterday was my best friend's happy birthday!
She turned 19. And boy! Was she happy!! She was like a radioactive person radiating happiness and joy all around wherever she went! Even the grumpiest of people would find it really really hard, not to smile when she is around. She has a beautiful aura. Well...she is a beautiful person. She just hates buying Toblerones.
Anyway... like all birthdays, this one too, started at midnight. She probably started getting a lot of phone calls, probably had to reply to a lot of messages, probably had to say thank you to a lot of people. As for me, I was fast asleep. And I would have continued doing so if it wasn't for her life threatening message that suddenly popped into my head.
"If you forget to wish me on my birthday, you wait and watch!! I'll get a nice big cactus plant and poke you left right and centre! Mercilessly!! "
Now, cactus plants aren't exactly the softest things to get poked with. I would have much preferred cotton pillows filled with extra soft feather, but of course, that wouldnt happen.
So needless to say, I got up from my sleep at 3 in the morning and wished her happy birthday. We talked for a while and we made plans to meet up with the whole gang at around 3-330 in the afternoon. But again. When do plans go accordingly?
She made us wait for over an hour! Not that we were doing anything worthwhile. We were just a bunch of lazy people, with all the free time in the world. So we decided to use our free time productively.
HAHA! That never happened.
So we were getting restless and started taking another friend's case. We went and had some tea. Discovered a hundred different ways to keep yourself entertained with a broomstick (jaaroo). And we also learnt that, to pass 90 minutes of waiting time effortlessly, you either need to be born with the gift of being able to talk and talk and talk, or have a Nintendo with you. And we had neither.
Finally after the endless wait for the little tiny girl, Vaibhav's phone beeps. A new message - I've reached!
We all took our positions as she paid the rickshawala and made her way to the parking lot. Armed with our deadly gifts, we waited. We waited as she unsuspiciously came closer to us....closer....closer still....
She sat down. Put her bag next to her. As she calmly waited for us with no clue as to what's in store for her, we sneaked closer towards her.........and.............3...............2................1 !!! We all exploded!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
And as we all expected, there was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiig snug smile spread across her face! Obviously, we also couldn't hide our happiness! We hugged her, we wished her, we gave her our gifts, which was followed by a lot of " thank you's "from her side, and the atmosphere, suddenly seemed to become so much lighter.
Mission successful !!! ...well...somewhat...
Sadly, her hair was looking insanely beautiful, and her face was so bright, it seemed as if she had swallowed an extra helping of joy and now it was showing on her face. So that meant no bday cake on her face and hair. Sigh! Anyway...the guys gave her the gifts. I gave her my gift. A small photo session happened. In-between Consta ate the cake. And basically, we were all happy.
We decided to take her to this wonderful place called "The Riverview".
According to her, it was the most perfect place. It was an open restaurant. The moon was out, busy playing hide and seek with the clouds and the trees. A slight evening breeze wafted across the table, blowing her hair, as gently as a soft tickle. The little candles, adding its dreamlike charm to the evening magic. And the city just magically transformed into floating lights, away into the night. That was all that she had asked for. Oh wait! She also asked for some chicken.
We laughed. We joked. We had experiments with camera phones and candles. It was nice. Soon the food came. And soon it got over. And finally the evening also had to end as she had to leave for her hostel. Sigh! It was such a beautiful evening with such wonderful people. What more could you really ask for?
Bhaaluu!!! Thank you!!! For the lovely day and the most wonderful evening!!! Really can't wait for your next birthday!! Grow old fast!
She turned 19. And boy! Was she happy!! She was like a radioactive person radiating happiness and joy all around wherever she went! Even the grumpiest of people would find it really really hard, not to smile when she is around. She has a beautiful aura. Well...she is a beautiful person. She just hates buying Toblerones.
Anyway... like all birthdays, this one too, started at midnight. She probably started getting a lot of phone calls, probably had to reply to a lot of messages, probably had to say thank you to a lot of people. As for me, I was fast asleep. And I would have continued doing so if it wasn't for her life threatening message that suddenly popped into my head.
"If you forget to wish me on my birthday, you wait and watch!! I'll get a nice big cactus plant and poke you left right and centre! Mercilessly!! "
Now, cactus plants aren't exactly the softest things to get poked with. I would have much preferred cotton pillows filled with extra soft feather, but of course, that wouldnt happen.
So needless to say, I got up from my sleep at 3 in the morning and wished her happy birthday. We talked for a while and we made plans to meet up with the whole gang at around 3-330 in the afternoon. But again. When do plans go accordingly?
She made us wait for over an hour! Not that we were doing anything worthwhile. We were just a bunch of lazy people, with all the free time in the world. So we decided to use our free time productively.
HAHA! That never happened.
So we were getting restless and started taking another friend's case. We went and had some tea. Discovered a hundred different ways to keep yourself entertained with a broomstick (jaaroo). And we also learnt that, to pass 90 minutes of waiting time effortlessly, you either need to be born with the gift of being able to talk and talk and talk, or have a Nintendo with you. And we had neither.
Finally after the endless wait for the little tiny girl, Vaibhav's phone beeps. A new message - I've reached!
We all took our positions as she paid the rickshawala and made her way to the parking lot. Armed with our deadly gifts, we waited. We waited as she unsuspiciously came closer to us....closer....closer still....
She sat down. Put her bag next to her. As she calmly waited for us with no clue as to what's in store for her, we sneaked closer towards her.........and.............3...............2................1 !!! We all exploded!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
And as we all expected, there was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiig snug smile spread across her face! Obviously, we also couldn't hide our happiness! We hugged her, we wished her, we gave her our gifts, which was followed by a lot of " thank you's "from her side, and the atmosphere, suddenly seemed to become so much lighter.
Mission successful !!! ...well...somewhat...
Sadly, her hair was looking insanely beautiful, and her face was so bright, it seemed as if she had swallowed an extra helping of joy and now it was showing on her face. So that meant no bday cake on her face and hair. Sigh! Anyway...the guys gave her the gifts. I gave her my gift. A small photo session happened. In-between Consta ate the cake. And basically, we were all happy.
We decided to take her to this wonderful place called "The Riverview".
According to her, it was the most perfect place. It was an open restaurant. The moon was out, busy playing hide and seek with the clouds and the trees. A slight evening breeze wafted across the table, blowing her hair, as gently as a soft tickle. The little candles, adding its dreamlike charm to the evening magic. And the city just magically transformed into floating lights, away into the night. That was all that she had asked for. Oh wait! She also asked for some chicken.
We laughed. We joked. We had experiments with camera phones and candles. It was nice. Soon the food came. And soon it got over. And finally the evening also had to end as she had to leave for her hostel. Sigh! It was such a beautiful evening with such wonderful people. What more could you really ask for?
Bhaaluu!!! Thank you!!! For the lovely day and the most wonderful evening!!! Really can't wait for your next birthday!! Grow old fast!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Poop! Crap! Shit! Bingabingabingabinga!!
Ashes to ashes,dust to dust
A man's got to go when he must.
Out in the fields where there ain't no flush
Drop your pants and try not to blush.
Squat down,push hard,drop it like it's hot,
Wipe off, get up, hope you haven't missed a spot.
Zip up,look up, feel one with the stars miscellaneous
After all you just got in touch with Uranus
A man's got to go when he must.
Out in the fields where there ain't no flush
Drop your pants and try not to blush.
Squat down,push hard,drop it like it's hot,
Wipe off, get up, hope you haven't missed a spot.
Zip up,look up, feel one with the stars miscellaneous
After all you just got in touch with Uranus
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Yappy Hew Near !!
It was that time of the year again!!
Great discounts, awesome food, live music, colourful streets and of course, network issues! The chilly last night of December, always, seems to magically turn into a warm fairy tale, complete with fairies in their white dresses, free flowing champagne, confetti rising in the air, people dancing to great music and cakes, chocolates, pastries and beautiful women!! Its a merry time, as everyone plans to bid goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year! Couples want to make it a special occasion, friends want to have the best time together, children want to eat the ice cream and watch the fireworks, families go out and celebrate and have a great time together, and politicians......well I don't exactly know what they do. And to make this last day of the year special and eventful, everyone makes plans. Everyone, but a bunch of lazy friends, which umm...includes me as well.
Before I go ahead with the story it is better if you know a little bit about my friends.
Shane is the guy who dresses up very nicely and is always in the mood to dance.
Aalap is the guy mostly seen with torn jeans and a Rammstein t-shirt who thinks his almost 5 year old Maruti 800 is a beast capable of doing what, even a Lamborghini can't do.
The guy with the long unkempt hair would be Vishal. A creative genius, he wears shorts in the cold.
Karen and Sonali. Two best friends. They are both girls.
And me. I am single.
So, the night starts. Shane and Aalap, both reach my place about 8 30 in the evening. I have a little food, put on a white tee and blue jeans (always works), bid goodbye to my parents and join them to have "fun" in the night. Basically have a blast! We hadn't really planned anything The best plans are the ones, that are never planned. Or so we thought.
We were quite wrong.
A 5 minute drive later, we are at Vishal's place. We planned to meet up and then go and have dinner at some nice place, with maybe a little jazz playing in the background, if lucky maybe even ask a few girls out and then finally top it up with whiskey flavoured ice-cream.
But when did plans ever work?
Vishal was too lazy, moreover his money was stolen by his maid, Aalap was busy playing my guitar, Shane was busy lamenting the fact that he turned down the offer to go to an awesome party with Karen and Sonali, and instead, hang around with 2 decently dressed guys and a guy in shorts, and I...well I was searching for chocolates in the fridge. After a lot of arguments, discussions and 2 chocolates later, we finally decided on what to do for the night and how to celebrate, have a blast and generally have a good time!
We decided we would order pizzas. Yup! And oh yeah...Minute Maid Pulpy Orange and Mazaa too! Non-alcoholic. We also planned to watch a movie.
Now, deciding to have pizzas and watch a movie was a different thing. But deciding on which pizzas to have and which movie to watch was a whole different battle altogether!
Spicy chicken?
No!
Why not?!
Maybe, but not too much cheese!
But they just started cheese burst!!
How about Chicken Barbeque??
Hmm...that sounds nice..!
Where's the loo?
Can we order veg too??
Do they have discounts??
Where's the loo???
After a zillion seconds of group discussions and rejections, finally we decided to have spicy chicken. Now the size.
Medium?
But will it be sufficient for four?
No medium is too small! Lets go for large!!
Who's gonna have large??
Medium is fine!
How about extraaa large??
Let's cook the food!
How big is medium?
Eh! I found an awesome tune!
I think one large and one medium should be fine!
How about 2 medium sized pizzas??!
It was worse than a parliamentary debate.
Finally we ordered one medium and one large pizaa. And some Minute Maid and Mazaa to accompany. Deciding the movie was much easier though. Only thing was the external hard disk started to act funny and refused to play us the movie. No matter how much we pleaded, begged, slapped, disconnected and reconnected it, it simply wouldn't play! Stupid hard disk!
Fortunately Vishal had Russel Peter's on his laptop!! YAY!!
Thank God for Russel Peters! He saved the night!
Or so we thought...again...
Somewhere in the middle of Russel abusing the Arabs, and the Minute Maid almost getting over, Shane had this sudden urge of going and meeting someone...you know...someone...
This someone stayed in a far far away land...and Aalap being the one who owns the Lamborghini...I mean Maruti 800, had to drop Shane there. Aalap forced me to go with him or else he would never pay me the cash he owed me. Vishal was...just lazy. So it was Aalap, Shane and me, once again, in the car, going to a far far away land, to meet Shane's someone.
It wasn't all that bad actually...we got to see a couple of drunken people abusing the lamp posts! Funny..hehe..
We reached back after about an hour or so, and all of us were too sleepy to do anything. So we joined the beds, almost forgot to wish each other good night, did our thing at the loo, and somehow managed to go to sleep. The lights went off at about 1 a.m. in the morning.
Well...come to think about it, it wasn't all that bad. Sure, there was no great music, no awesome food, and definitely no cute girls, but somehow this will be a new year that, probably all of us will remember for quite a long time..
Aalap, who had plans of getting drunk that night, did not have a single beer. Shane got dressed up for the guys. Vishal lost his money. And as for me... well...I am still single!
Oh! by the way...
Great discounts, awesome food, live music, colourful streets and of course, network issues! The chilly last night of December, always, seems to magically turn into a warm fairy tale, complete with fairies in their white dresses, free flowing champagne, confetti rising in the air, people dancing to great music and cakes, chocolates, pastries and beautiful women!! Its a merry time, as everyone plans to bid goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year! Couples want to make it a special occasion, friends want to have the best time together, children want to eat the ice cream and watch the fireworks, families go out and celebrate and have a great time together, and politicians......well I don't exactly know what they do. And to make this last day of the year special and eventful, everyone makes plans. Everyone, but a bunch of lazy friends, which umm...includes me as well.
Before I go ahead with the story it is better if you know a little bit about my friends.
Shane is the guy who dresses up very nicely and is always in the mood to dance.
Aalap is the guy mostly seen with torn jeans and a Rammstein t-shirt who thinks his almost 5 year old Maruti 800 is a beast capable of doing what, even a Lamborghini can't do.
The guy with the long unkempt hair would be Vishal. A creative genius, he wears shorts in the cold.
Karen and Sonali. Two best friends. They are both girls.
And me. I am single.
So, the night starts. Shane and Aalap, both reach my place about 8 30 in the evening. I have a little food, put on a white tee and blue jeans (always works), bid goodbye to my parents and join them to have "fun" in the night. Basically have a blast! We hadn't really planned anything The best plans are the ones, that are never planned. Or so we thought.
We were quite wrong.
A 5 minute drive later, we are at Vishal's place. We planned to meet up and then go and have dinner at some nice place, with maybe a little jazz playing in the background, if lucky maybe even ask a few girls out and then finally top it up with whiskey flavoured ice-cream.
But when did plans ever work?
Vishal was too lazy, moreover his money was stolen by his maid, Aalap was busy playing my guitar, Shane was busy lamenting the fact that he turned down the offer to go to an awesome party with Karen and Sonali, and instead, hang around with 2 decently dressed guys and a guy in shorts, and I...well I was searching for chocolates in the fridge. After a lot of arguments, discussions and 2 chocolates later, we finally decided on what to do for the night and how to celebrate, have a blast and generally have a good time!
We decided we would order pizzas. Yup! And oh yeah...Minute Maid Pulpy Orange and Mazaa too! Non-alcoholic. We also planned to watch a movie.
Now, deciding to have pizzas and watch a movie was a different thing. But deciding on which pizzas to have and which movie to watch was a whole different battle altogether!
Spicy chicken?
No!
Why not?!
Maybe, but not too much cheese!
But they just started cheese burst!!
How about Chicken Barbeque??
Hmm...that sounds nice..!
Where's the loo?
Can we order veg too??
Do they have discounts??
Where's the loo???
After a zillion seconds of group discussions and rejections, finally we decided to have spicy chicken. Now the size.
Medium?
But will it be sufficient for four?
No medium is too small! Lets go for large!!
Who's gonna have large??
Medium is fine!
How about extraaa large??
Let's cook the food!
How big is medium?
Eh! I found an awesome tune!
I think one large and one medium should be fine!
How about 2 medium sized pizzas??!
It was worse than a parliamentary debate.
Finally we ordered one medium and one large pizaa. And some Minute Maid and Mazaa to accompany. Deciding the movie was much easier though. Only thing was the external hard disk started to act funny and refused to play us the movie. No matter how much we pleaded, begged, slapped, disconnected and reconnected it, it simply wouldn't play! Stupid hard disk!
Fortunately Vishal had Russel Peter's on his laptop!! YAY!!
Thank God for Russel Peters! He saved the night!
Or so we thought...again...
Somewhere in the middle of Russel abusing the Arabs, and the Minute Maid almost getting over, Shane had this sudden urge of going and meeting someone...you know...someone...
This someone stayed in a far far away land...and Aalap being the one who owns the Lamborghini...I mean Maruti 800, had to drop Shane there. Aalap forced me to go with him or else he would never pay me the cash he owed me. Vishal was...just lazy. So it was Aalap, Shane and me, once again, in the car, going to a far far away land, to meet Shane's someone.
It wasn't all that bad actually...we got to see a couple of drunken people abusing the lamp posts! Funny..hehe..
We reached back after about an hour or so, and all of us were too sleepy to do anything. So we joined the beds, almost forgot to wish each other good night, did our thing at the loo, and somehow managed to go to sleep. The lights went off at about 1 a.m. in the morning.
Well...come to think about it, it wasn't all that bad. Sure, there was no great music, no awesome food, and definitely no cute girls, but somehow this will be a new year that, probably all of us will remember for quite a long time..
Aalap, who had plans of getting drunk that night, did not have a single beer. Shane got dressed up for the guys. Vishal lost his money. And as for me... well...I am still single!
Oh! by the way...
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