Evening Tea

Took some space and I cleared my head
Confused as I am I was told here to wait
So I'll wait...for you,
You know its true.

Straight as I may seem, but I am not
Twisted you might think with the words I plot
But I am just a plain boy
I just want some simple joy.

Chocolate bunny its all planned and ready
Take your time I want nothing too fancy
Im a hollow cone I need some ice cream,
Vanilla chocolate anything to share this dream

Come to me dear girl, we'll let our stories be told
If you lose your way I'll take you where you wanna go
Cover me, love me and surround me
Beautiful girl would you like to share my evening tea?

Classroom Love

She is like the blue moon that once came into my life
She stayed in my heart like the love in a mother's eyes

She's like the morning flower, smells so sweet and serene
She's like the moonlight on the snow on a late late evening

She's the like the warm breeze that blows through the gentle leaves
She is the goodnight kiss that puts the baby to sleep

She is the soft silk cushion that I can fall back on anytime
She's the little drops of joy on a little glass of wine

She's the view from the mountains, makes you feel on top of the world
She's the breath of fresh air that leaves you warm on a morning so cold

She's the silhouette couple on a sunset beach
She's the romance in the light that I will always seek.

Tea. A True Story.

So. You had a long day and you're tired and all you can think of doing is just going back home, throwing yourself into that great fluffy and comfy couch and sip a great cup of tea! But a man in the kitchen, by nature's law, is almost never going to produce something good. Or even edible for that matter. That's why God created pizza parlours and coke. Of course, exceptions are always there.

But lets take a look at the different scenarios, where a man tries to make himself a good cup of tea after the long day that he has had. Remember. We're talking about the male species here.

Scene 1

1. Goes into the kitchen.
2. Gets dazed by all the different, weird shaped and shiny apparatuses, that is supposedly used to cook food.
3. Gives up and then calls for pizza along with coke.
   

Scene 2

1. Somehow, manages to pick the right vessel.
   
2. Pours the milk into it while spilling most of it all over.
   
3. Puts the milk on stove to boil.
   
4. Goes and watches a little TV while waiting for the milk to boil.
   
5. Completely forgets about the milk while watching How I Met Your Mother.
   
6. Realizes much much much much later, that burnt milk is of no use, even to the cat. So...
7. Gives up and then calls for pizza along with coke.
   

Scene 3

1. Puts milk in the vessel.
2. Puts eggs along with a little bit of oregano seasoning. Puts 3 teaspoons of tea powder and 2 teaspoons of salt. A pinch of sugar. A bowl of half ripe tomatoes cut into squares. Throws in last night's pizza topping. Removes the cheese though.
   
3. Realizes he doesn't know what the hell he is cooking.
   
4. Throws it away.
5. Calls for pizza along with coke.

Scene 4

1. Calls his beloved mother on the phone to ask her how to make tea.
2. Realizes he has no balance on his phone.
3. Goes to the nearest pizza parlour and orders for a pizza along with coke.

Scene 5

1. Picks the right vessel.
2. Pours exactly the right amount of milk with the right amount of tea powder and sugar.
3. Waits for exactly 2 minutes before he gets the perfect brown colour that a perfect cup of tea is meant to have along with the perfect aroma.
   
4. Decides he wants to have pizza and coke instead.
5. So he orders a pizza along with coke.

Scene 6


These are the exceptions that I mentioned before.


So, after thinking about it for a long time, I have decided that I will marry a beautiful wife, who, apart from listening to all my non-sense and putting up with all the "manly" stuff that I do, will also happily make me a cup of great tea at the end of the day! While I, continue to do what the male species is best suited to do - watch TV, throw smelly socks all over the couch, burp, refuse to take a bath, burp yet again and basically make the world a better and a happier place to live in.

Exam Time !

Believe it or not, my favourite time of the college year is the exam time!

Yes. Call me a nerd, call me a geek, but I love the exam time.

There is so much more to it than just trying to cover the humungous syllabus, and scoring some decent marks. It’s almost like a festival of its own kind. And whether you like it or not, you HAVE to be a part of the celebrations!

Apart from the usual ritual of last minute note-taking, there would be the calling up of all reliable “sources” to get enough study material, discovering new syllabus almost every hour, and the settling in of the kind of nervous excitement, that makes even the biggest couch potatoes (not me of course) rush to various study groups with big stacks of paper, carefully lodged in their hands. The usually empty canteen tables, would now be buzzing with students of all different shapes, sizes and hairstyles - thin, fat, round, square, hexagonal and even a few with wigs! The steel table that once lay naked, would now be covered with cups of hot chocolate and coffee, amidst countless sheets of paper, lying confused everywhere! It’s like a scene right out of an 80’s spy thriller where, a team of intelligence agents would be gathered around a table, racking their brains trying to break the code and eventually, solve the mystery. Well, in a way, studies are sort of a mystery. To me anyway.

The mighty stairs, that once used to bear the burden of a thousand feet, climbing up and down every day, now humbly serves as a seating arrangement for girls and boys, who could be found talking to each other with the sort of excited look on their faces, that you would usually expect to see when a wife tells her husband that he is going to become a father! There would be emotions ranging from being surprised to being anxious. Sometimes a sweet and wonderful discovery. And sometimes not such a pleasant one. And of course, nervousness. Oh you know the feeling...right? The one where the only string of expression running through your mind is like – “Holy shit! This much is left??” or “What do I do?? What do I do??” or something like - “WOW! I have no idea what I just read!!” This is usually accompanied by trembling legs, shaky hands, increased heart beats, sweaty foreheads and in some rare cases, uncontrollable release of gases due to nervous tension building inside. All this is a part of the celebrations you see.

The night before the exam is the most fun though. For once, you are allowed to lock yourself up in your room and not get disturbed at all! You can do anything inside!!! But, of course, its your exam the next day. So all you can really do, is study and revise, rather than do “other” stuff. But if you are like me, you would anyway continue to do all that “other” stuff. Calls to friends, just to check on how they are doing, are again a common practice. Its funny how these supposed to be short calls, sometimes, unexpectedly turn into surprisingly long conversations that have nothing to do with the following day’s exam! Which, in a way, I think, is wonderful! I mean, the peace and quiet of the night time, the topic of conversation, which is mostly irrelevant, but still interesting and the whole point of having it right before the exam sort of creates a fond memory, which when you recall later, definitely puts a smile on your face! :-)

And of course! The best part!! Writing the exam itself! It’s really quite amazing how a simple piece of paper can bring about so many different expressions on so many different people. Some of us are excited. Some of us are nervous. But most of us are just plain confused and bewildered and really have no idea about absolutely anything! If you ask, this is what goes on in most of our minds when we go through the question paper –

Q.1 Oh fork! I am screwed!
Q.2 Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Q.3 Damn it! I know this!!
Q.4 What the fork is this???
Q.5 This doesn’t make any sense! Why am I even trying to answer this???
Q.6 Hmmm...
Q.7 Zzzzz....zzzzzzz...zzzzzz.....zzzzzz.....
Q. 8 Zzzzzz....snorrr......zzzzz.....snorr......
Q.9 Huh!? What?! Oh yeah...where was I??
Q.10 La Di Dum Dum...Fala Di Doo Doo....Rum Pum Pum...(all this, while drawing cartoon figures on the question paper)

After handing over the answer sheet to the invigilator, its a common practice for us to discuss each and every question with friends and unsurprisingly enough, we realize that each one of us have written answers that aren’t even remotely close to the actual correct answer. Sometimes they don’t even belong to the same subject!
After a quick analysis of the paper, what usually follows is the practice of most of us just lingering around talking about unimportant things, yet again, until later, when it would hit us that we had another paper to give next day. Yet another night of stupid talk on the phone follows. And the same routine would continue.

You see, this is why I absolutely love the exam time. There is so much that keeps on happening everywhere around us. We see so many new things. We do so many new things. So much life in every character. There are moments, of course, when people would get fed of their studies and totally give up. And that is when the most mundane topics of discussion come up, which seem to make more sense than book studies. And that’s when we discover something absolutely ordinarily new about life. Sometimes it’s big. Sometimes it’s small. But as long as its you who discovered it, it makes you happy. And happy is all you can ever want to be, isn’t it?

I’d like to make two very important points now.

1. I like orange juice in the morning, and
2. I really don’t know how to end this topic.

Judgement Day

Hey! Do you remember the times when you had this hollow feeling in your stomach, when your knees would go week, your palms and your face would become sweaty, and your heart would involuntarily start beating faster and faster in anticipation of something? Ya? Well...the most common scenario when this can happen to most of us is either when you are about to pop the question to your girlfriend, or when you are about to ask your dad for extra money. Or...isnt it exactly how you feel, just when you are about to throw up?

Well anyway, last week, I had the privilege of discovering a similar situation. Only this time my heart was literally in my mouth (okay, maybe not literally) and every nerve in my body had gone haywire and made a major mess inside!

If you happen to walk into the canteen on a typical day, you would be greeted with the sound of crunchy burgers, slurping colas and apart from people just lazing around you and usually having pointless conversations , you could see a huge line infront of the counter.
But it wasn't a typical day. No no.
My results were out! MY BLOODY RESULTS WERE OUT!!!

The air around was like a mixture of excitement, chaos, and lots and lots of talk! Every corner in the canteen was filled with people with all sorts of expressions on their faces. Some tiny guy with big glasses was particularly ecstatic! He got 97% and he had almost decided to give everyone in the canteen a treat! But alas! That never happened. Most were busy comforting their friends. Others, still had to get the news.

I sorta knew how my result would turn out this semester, but that still did not stop the sweaty hands and the shaky knees. I knew I had to go and collect my card. The universe wanted me to collect the card. There was no way I could avoid this!

With all the courage in me (and my best friend for moral support) I slowly moved towards the office. Now, I dont know if this happens in particular to me or to everyone in general, but some professors seem to get some worldly pleasure when they hand over the marksheet to students who are...well...you know...the kind that you and I would usually hang out with...not the other kind. Their faces seem to curl up with this "Ha-Ha-You-got-a-D-minus-and-ha-ha-you-are-grounded" sort of evil grin that makes me even more nervous.
As the number of poeple between my destiny (whether I would get dinner that night) and me decreased, the more I hoped for some miracle to happen and prayed that I pass in all my subjects!!

Finally. It was my turn. I stood in front of the professor.

"Whats your PRN number?"
"100", I replied.
"Hmmm..."

I am so sure I heard the devil laugh somewhere as he looked up at me once again...

"Mriganka Bhuyan?"
"Yeah"
"Here you go. Sign here please."

I signed wherever it was necessary and I grabbed the pink paper and just left the room.

Now, there are two ways to end this post. Either
1. You will find out how much I got

OR

2. You wont

Guess what happens?

One Tree. Not Two

" Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and an accident. Your Mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree, not two."

- Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Logic vs Instinct

I found out that the toughest thing for me to do is to really trust my instinct, and go with that instinct.

For instance -

One fine evening, after our jam session got over, I just felt like having an ice candy. I was just tired and a lil bit hungry. I took out my month's last 5 rupees from the pocket and handed it over to the guy at the shop and sat in the car all ready to go home. It was a nice ice candy. It was an orange ice candy.
Now, I am a very careful and good driver. I always obey the traffic rules and signals, I keep within the speed limit, and I let old grannies cross the road in peace. Although occasionally, I do decide to have a good race with a passing bullock cart. Blame it on the raging hormones.

Anyway, this evening seemed particulary different.

One. I seemed to get distracted by a lot of things, flashy signboards being one of those. I had "almost accidents" like a billion times on my way home.

And two. They were playing all my favourite songs on the radio.

At a distance, I could see the green light turn into amber. I knew, there was no way I was going to make it across the signal on time. So I just put my car on neutral and left the rest of it to momentum. As my car finally came to a halt, a girl on her scooter stopped right next to me but a little ahead of my seat, such that I couldn't see her face. It was dark and half the street lights were out. As far as I could make out, she was wearing a black top and blue jeans and her scooter was black in colour.
Now the funny thing is, my friend happened to be wearing the exact same thing that very same day. And she too had a black scooter! Why she even had the same length of hair, and her physique was really the same as this girl!! And even the initial two letters of the number plate were infact...did you guess it right? - the same!!

Now every bit of my instinct told me that she could NOT be the same friend.
But my great mind, seeing all the co-incidences, simply decides to logically deny the fact that there CAN be so many similarities and co-incidences, and instead, decides to give the "friend" a playful hit on the back, accompanied by the loudest "wassup??!!" ever said by me!!

What happened next....is anyone's guess.

I got the weirdest and the most intimidating look of my life. And that too coming from a girl who due to no fault of mine, seemed to resemble my friend a lot! It was so embarassing, I felt like squeezing myself with a lemon sqeezer and just slipping down the seat to hide my face. Dont ask me why lemon sqeezers.

I had to literally beg for her to forgive me! Somehow, I was able to convince her with my part of the story. And since the light was just a few seconds away from turning green, she decided to NOT go to the police station and file a complaint against me for trying to sexually harass her by tapping her on the back and instead, thankfully just took off!

Here's what a conversation between my instinct and my brain would have sounded like...

BRAIN: Do you think thats my friend?
INSTINCT: No. I really dont think thats her.
BRAIN: But look at the number of co-incidences. Chubby girl. Black top. Blue jeans. Black scooter. Same number plate even! I mean what are the chances?
INSTINCT: Look! There can be so many co-incidences. Somehow I feel its not her.
BRAIN: Shut up! You are just confused! That IS her!
INSTINCT: Im telling you its not her!
BRAIN: Instinct! Shut the fork up and sit quitely!
INSTINCT: But but...
BRAIN: I am far superior to you! I have logic and you dont! So shut up!!!
INSTINCT: But but...
BRAIN: Here...I'll prove it to you that she is my friend! I'll just tap her on the back and...
INSTINCT: Nooooooooo.....!!!
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BRAIN: ____________________________

(Brain just had a brainfreeze. I think it was the ice candy.)

First Feelings...

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...

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!

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

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...

Hold Me Just A Little While

Empty skies why so high
Stuff that I try always make me cry
Took my chance when I had my place
Darling why wont you give away

To touch your lips and to kiss your eyes
Lord can I spend just one more time
I'll hold you in my arms and i'll calm you down
Queen of my heart I'll give you the crown



Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little




Your lips dont say but your eyes do show
Hollow hearts just rhym no more
Love your skin and I love your smell
But I gotta act like you cant tell

I'll wait for you till the grasses grow
But promise me girl you wont say no
I'll miss you i'll hold you
But you wont even have a clue



Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little

The Simplest Things

Most simple things in life are those, which we always seem to take for granted...and yet when we realize the value of the simple pleasure that these things give us, it feels out of this world.


# Finding money in your old jeans pocket, right when you needed it.

# Cooking for the first time and going horribly wrong!

# Early in the cold morning when you see a couple of very old men, probably best friends in sweaters and jackets, slowly doing their morning walk.

# The simple dots in the sky! The stars! When you start to wonder how there are so many and how they form infinite shapes, its pretty amazing!

# When you are sitting in a garden after a fresh shower and you see butterflies flying about.

# A cup of evening tea with nice jazz playing in the background, and instead of a rainy day outside, you see the sun setting behind the city skyline.

# A day with your phone switched off. You get to hear so many different sounds instead of your annoying ring tune.

# When was the last time you made paper boats and sailed them in the rain?

# When you put pepsi in your ice tray and you had your own pepsi-pops!

# A really really really REALLY peaceful afternoon under a tree.

# When you had a bad emergency, and couldn't find a single empty toilet seat.

# When you go in for an early morning shower, and how you conveniently stay 10 feet away from the cold COLD water!

My Picture...

Times are a changing
The waves are coming
The wings are flying
The leaves are rustling
But I, am still waiting
And I'll wait till my picture's done painting...


Shee...I get so senti sometimes...!

Snip !

Why cant the hair cutters ever cut my hair like the way I want them to ??!!!

What gives them the freedom to just cut it the way they feel like? I mean how hard is it to understand a few simple instructions? I probably would have been better off going bald! No mistakes, no unevenness, no fuss! Straight to nothing!

There is quite a line in this one. I thought this would be a nice place, unlike the others. So I wait for 20 minutes in the line. I spend another 5 explaining to him what exactly I want, how I don't want to pay 500 bucks and get my hair straightened, and how long it should be towards the end.

"Sure! I got it! ", says the guy dressed in white. With scissors in one hand and a green comb in the other, he seemed liked the hair terminator. He even had black glasses on.

I think to myself - "Maybe this time I'll finally get the exact style I want." For a moment I start to celebrate. But clear doubts enter my mind as I see the confused look on his face in the mirror. I ask him what happened? "Nothing.", he says nervously.

Of course something's wrong! Something's horribly wrong!

He quickly begins to snip and snap on my other side, pulls my hair a bit, checks something, snips some more and asks me to take a look.

And this is how I look now.




O.K. I am just kidding. It only looked a little better than this.

Ok. It looked a lot better than this, but still not what I wanted...sigh!

Love, Friendship or Ice Cream ??

If love is the best wine you've ever had, then friendship, is all those years that went into the making of the wine. Without friendship, there is hardly ever good wine. It is important to have a good friendship. Cause love grows out of friendship. Mostly. Lets not talk about the other rare lucky bastards.

So how do you define friendship?

Well...if you kick your best friend in the butt. That's friendship.
You pull his/her hair. That's friendship.
You make him/her do your homework, especially when he/she doesn't want to do it. And he/she ends up not doing it. That's friendship.
He/She promises to pick you up for a lecture in the morning. And he/she ends up getting lost on the way and finally asks you to go for the lecture alone. That's friendship.
When he/she shamelessly asks you to buy food for him/her. And you do it. Cause you also do the same thing with him/her often. That's friendship.
He/she makes you laugh and cry, makes you feel angry, makes you feel beautiful, all at the same time, will burp on your face (not sure how many women do that), draw useless and the worst drawings you've ever seen, picks his/her nose (again, not sure how many women do this either) in front of you, will eat more food than you and still insist that they split the bill 50-50...that's REAL friendship!

Now, lets be honest...when you are in love, you wouldn't exactly kick the other person in the butt, would you? You'll gladly do his/her homework, even if it means that you can't go to pick your Nobel Prize. After all, you LOVE him/her. And if you are in love with the other person, you would definitely DEFINITELY, make sure that you pick him/her up on time, ON TIME, and make sure he/she reaches for the lecture. If you're a guy, you would probably get your car so that her hair doesn't get messed up. If you're a girl, then why bother? You would always try to keep her happy...no matter what happens, you will never forget your manners and will not burp or pick your nose in front of him/her and generally annoy her, and of course you'll pay for almost every lunch and every dinner, even though you can't pay your own house rent!

But isnt it a bit...dead and done? I mean the whole picture seems so much more alive, and familiar with friendship. Sure! People do crazy things when they are in love. They bunk their lectures and together, hand in hand, read the latest edition of "Business News". On their birthdays, they buy big fancy cards from the store and wish them at exactly 12 in the midnight! WOW! I mean seriously! How many people do that ?!

But what you can do with friends is you can do absolutely "normal" stuff like go and spend 2 rupees on nimbu paani, or go to a big mall and play hide and seek, or spend an evening at a quiet corner in college and sing songs along with the guitar, have cups of coffee at the university, or plain have oranges and apples together, etc.....and yet, it seems crazy, feels crazy! It feels great!


I dont know why I wrote this, or why I even thought of this...but if I had to chose, any one, out of love, friendship and ice cream...I would definitely chose a lovely ice cream with my lovely friends!

What about you?

Whats There To Lose?

I lost what I didnt wanna lose...
So whats there to lose now?

I wish I could turn time back...
Just so that I could know that I have nothing to regret...

I wish I had said a few things that I didnt..
Probably then I wouldnt be living the way Im living...

The Story Of The Bird And The Fan

Guess who visited me in the bedroom today?? Emma Watson!!

Nah..I am just messing with you. In fact my guest was tiny. She could almost snugly fit into your palm. She flew in freely, through the open window of my bedroom and settled herself on one wing of my rusty fan. Maybe she was searching for something. Maybe she was hungry. Or maybe she was checking out a small part of this big biiiigg world. As I was watching her with interest, for some unknown reason, I began to wish I was a free bird too!

I could fly anywhere I want to, anytime of anyday I want to. It could save me from huge traffic jams! Imagine all the cash I would be saving on fuel! I can pee and shit anywhere and on anyone I want to...see now, thats not something you or I could do otherwise. Although my sex life would be ruined...(not that I have a great one now). Apparently birds finish having sex in the blink of an eye. Kaching! But thats not that bad...considering they have sex VERY frequently!

Hmmm...I wonder what would happen if a cow walked into my bedroom tomorrow?

Wow! The computer knows me well....

Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict. One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell! At your best: You understand the world completely, and every ordinary experience is sublime. What people like about being around you: You say and do the craziest things. You're very entertaining. What people dislike about being around you: You're unpredictable. Your mood swings are quite intense. How addicted people get to you: They pretty much don't get addicted to you.

Your Career Personality: Idealistic, Service-Oriented, and Future-Oriented

Your Ideal Careers: Alternative health practitioner Architect Environmental lawyer Librarian Magazine editor Museum curator Novelist Nutritionist Photo journalist Playwright

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious. You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep. Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

Candles and Human Scent

Candles are beautiful. And Scary.
They are present to celebrate happy birthdays as well as to mark the funeral of someone's loved ones. It is so dangerous, if it falls prey to wrong emotions, it can cause absolute devastation. Yet, at the hands of a thousand people who are gathered together to protest the wrong, it is that which gives meaning to the word "peace".



Candles have so many purposes in their life...it's awesome! Be a photographer's experiment, be the evening light at a far away village where electricity is as rare as sugar in the sea, be an item to sell at a shop, be something that will spice up the romance, so many!

They come in different sizes and shapes too! Fat, skinny, broad, big, XXL, square, round, oval, amoeboic and all the other shapes and sizes which you can possibly think of and a few which you probably can't too! They even come scented! Man! I wish humans would come scented too...