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of heart stealers and heart wrenchers.

the "aww!!" moment of the day was when i saw the NEW NANO AD, the girl looking around and then adding the 'kajal ka tika' was a heart stealer! this perfect moment was ruined by kareena 'blaaaa-aaaa-hhhh' kapoor (who almost looks like a zombie) in her new HEAD AND SHOULDERS AD.

(no i ain't linking it. you really expect me to look for it?)

what goes around, goes around then comes all the way back around.

there are some-things that people revisit to. there are a few books, some poems, many songs and a handful of movies that i go back to again and again and i get the answers, whenever i need them. snap! like that!
one of such movies is before sunrise.  and i quote:
Jesse says: "You know…you know what's the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? It‘s when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with, and you realize that that is how little they're thinking about you, you know? You know, you'd like to think that you're both in all this pain, but really, they're just, “Hey, I'm glad you're gone "
it is so amazing,this life, it is so much about 'not' being somewhere, 'not' doing(/being able to do) something. there are so many of these 'not's', this loop, that one cannot come out of.  there is this theory of detachment that is beautifully …


for people like me and my mummy, who have studied in Christian schools, Christmas is a very exciting festival. we don't do anything out of ordinary, but we do listen to Christmas carols and other Christmas songs through the day.
it is very close to something like Diwali minus all the show.

for someone like my papa, who has not studied in a Christian  school, he does not understand this behavior of ours at all.

on a different note altogether, my last year's 25 Dec post still holds good today. looks like i have and will stay the same forever. though i think this year i really want to believe in Santa Claus.

more on that later.

Merry Christmas ppl!!

strange are the ways of mush

we find mush in the strangest of places, don't we?

on my way to work today, i saw a woman. someone who you'd pass as THE typical housewife, someone i thought would be confined to her daily saak-bhaaji and stay satisfied.
she was reading P.S. I Love You.
the book is an over-hyped but VERY average romance, but yet, it was something that surprised me. the title of the book and the romance associated with the book and her persona.
that really made me wonder at my shallowness.
i smiled.

the second instance was when i saw the mail id that my project manager uses for his personal use, his email id has his wife's name as the middle name. that was really something.
say something like, anupam.anjali.thakore, it felt beautiful. think over it is really beautiful.

i never knew i was shallow and i never knew that the project manager was a romantic.


best of luck with mush everyone.

Merry Christmas!!

welcome to my world you are now a part of the FANTASY!!

I saw five puppies on the kitten's lookout; With a parrot; the watch-“dog” for their hideout. The pretty nightingales gossiping about the flirty crow; As the mice and squirrels and rodents and rabbits sung and danced in the burrow. The ant’s army had lined around their grand hill; While the queen ant and the queen bee fought over the dinner’s bill. The slithery snake was unhappy with J.K. Rowling; And said, Voldermont in his grave was rightfully growling

They watched and watched as the butterfly sat on one flower and then the next; I looked at them; the honey bees were feeling inferior at the pretext. The earthworms wriggled out of the earth; When the pitter-patter raindrops filled the pot-holes; the frogs ready to give birth. “Cock-a-doodle-do “the cock sang his song; “Aah!” said the hen, “Now you wake up?? The sun has been up since long”. As I walked around a bit if saw the lion sad and disillusioned at the state of affairs; The cub had secured low grades and his class teacher ‘miss. Hippo’ do…

the SWEETEST "dhamki" ever registered on planet EARTH! =D

"if there is anyone after Houdini who has the right to the famous
disappearing act, then that person is me. YOUR blogs and you should
not try to compete with me. I'll wait for their return. and if you
want me to stop bugging you, tell me with a reason that is good

.....................and i couldn't say no.

one last breath

This TAG was long overdue and am now doing it finally.  tagged by : Anshul  (a.k.a Babaji =P)
1.If someone asks you, “are you okay??” you say: -Baaten hawa hain saari -Cheeni Kum
which is well a way of saying that I WILL give you a very vague answer, which clearly describes you my nonsensical-whimsically cynical self.  right!
2. How would you describe yourself? -Heavy in your arms - Florence and the Machine this is interesting and apt to a particular me  (p.s. particular me is read as: there are many me's many faces...this one fits the bill of one of them)
"I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged across ground And he took me to the river Where he slowly let me drown
My love has concrete feet My love's an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles Over the waterfall" 
3.  What do you like in a guy/girl? -Hide your love away (the Eddie Vedder version)

 point taken boss! =P
4. How do you feel today? -Man of constant sorrow - Soggy Bottom Boys. 
5.  What is your life’s purpose? I will follow yo…

realizations:potty thoughts.

realization 1: if you want to do something, say it. 
                    if you really want to do something, don't.

...chances are when you hear yourself/read yourself saying it, you won't do it. 

realization 2: sometimes the best way to stay is to leave. 
because after a certain time,if you around, you are just someone who is around

A thing or two about tattoos

a very dear friend, who has been around here has agreed to grace this place from time to time. he needed to be anonymous and calls himself "d3ath".
He dare not steal my thunder. keep reading and commenting ( read cat-calls, whistles, and obscene cusses if he sucks =P )


and here is his first post!!
A thing or two about tattoos

So I got another tattoo today. For those who know about tattoos, it is a tribal on my arm...a flaming tribal, to be precise. While I was at the tattoo place, a certain Atomic Tattoo in Texas, I realized something....some things, actually. First was that I lack creativity. Before I had gone inside the shop, I was certain about what tattoo I wanted to get and I liked the design so much that I forgot my arm might not be fit for it. In my thoughts, the tattoo did not fit to arm; the arm modified to fit the tattoo...which is really stupid, and I know I need to snap out of this dreamworld of mine that I live in....but I'll d…


i looked into the mirror that night.  just like that.  the face hidden, nothing else but eyes.

i have beautiful eyes. 

they stared back at me.  was i staring at them, or they staring back at me? was it the other way round?
i was as if in a trance.
 looking on.
like meditation.
like something beyond that.
it did not turn misty like it did before.  i was aware of something,

too aware to go beyond it, away from it to gain perspective maybe. 
i was struck by something i am unaware of.  someone looked back at me, someone i did not recognize.

there was something amiss.  something somewhere amiss.
maybe. or maybe there has been too much that i had not kept up with. 
i was looking at me, as if i was looking at someone else. 
what does this mean anyways?

i am not making sense.
babaji ko bhookh lagi;  babaji ko khana mila, to khae kyun nahin?
babaji ko bhookh lagi to gae bhatore khane chole ke bajae tadka parosa gaya;
babaji gurrae...bole, khaunga na ye ab main. babaji ne fir kadhi maangi  to chaach di gai...
babaji uth khade hue, mud kar bhi na dekha;
bas chal die.

babaji ko thi bhookh lagi ; babaji ko khana to mila, to khae kyun nahin?


the most clichéd thing about a clichéis that it is true.
wasn't that another cliché?


"i'll go"
rok lo ab ke jana nahin hai.aankhen munde raaton ko kho jate hain subah chehra zara aur dhundhlata hai.... din me apni talaash par jaate hain na makaam hai pata... raste ki khabar

theherte hi nahin, gawate chale jate hain....kuch kehte kehte ruk jate hain...khud ko khokar wapas chale aate hain....

"batorte ho hamko raaton ko, neende gawa kar raaste bataoge?"
"nahin""...musafir main bhi hun, humsafar ban jaunga"

oh night thou shall pass.

i spent a lot of time, trying to write something right from my heart.
realized there is nothing much in there now...i was thinking about the line below through the day, thought will post this instead:

" There are few things sadder in this life than watching someone walk away after they've left you, watching the distance between your bodies expand until there's nothing... but empty space and silence. "
-Jane, someone like you


YES my blog is officially malicious now. 
As of you who have had the guts to break that RED WALL with the huge warning to not, NOT, get into my blog, all I can say is, bhai bahut zyada Rambo-giri dikhane ki zarurat nahin hai, PC crash ho gaya to??? But now that you are here, you might as well pay for it. It is complete randomness, like I made sense pehle kabhi. Umm, for all US, dyslexic people ( I call myself that all the time,because of the power of making spelling mistakes vested in me by my language teachers who thought they’d  have no marks to award me if they deducted marks per word) random is a gravely funny word.

Yes, you can have so many random thoughts all of them making sense. Major discoveries are outcomes of randomness. Newton and the naked guy running around the town shouting Eureka(YES, I am too tired to Google that up,BUTI continue blabbering, roko, chalo roko =|) all chance, random thoughts.

One such thought came to me when I was walking back home from the station(yes I l…

random conversation

A:मान लूँ दुआ में असर होता है,
    तो आज तुझे खुदा किया...

   ला अब मेरी ख्वाहिश पूरी कर दे,
   खुद कि खुदी से गम को जुदा कर दे!
                   B: हमें खुदा ना केहना,                         हम उनके बन्दे भी ना हो सके;
                       बेखुदी में किसी के, खुदा को कुछ ऐसा भुलाया,                       के ना खुदा की ख़ुशी, ना ही खुद ख़ुशी कर सके. 

die another day

I am not ready yet.
I don't think I'd ever be. 

the mayhem

Have you ever seen a bridge?
focus on how the whole thing stands up in tension the long strands as if holding up the whole weight. Amazing how the asphalt shines under the street light almost a silvery sheen to it, when the cars pass over it. The bark of a tree, the brown and black lines on its surface marking those years and months and days…no, even small plants have those lines in the bark, the rough texture, it is beautiful. The whole place is thriving, there is noise and crowd all around you, and the sea, the sea though is calm, silent, the most overwhelming in the crowd.
.....-----..... no don't call me when you walk on the streets, face at the empty asphalt streets. don't wish i was there when there is a pang you feel, don't look for me when it feels too real. for it is my time now to crawlwalk that mile my time to fall back, to stop the fight. it is my time to stand up, falling on my limbs, to break, to fall, to crawl, to crave. it is me who will stage the farce, it is me w…
every single fucking day i think i will call it quits. every mofo-ing day i lose.
i miss being me.

tel maalish!!

[scene: bad, BAD headache, mom giving me an oil massage. ]
bhavika :[speaking out of nowhere] mummna, you know how i'll select the guy i want to marry?
mom: how?
bhavika: i'll ask him if he can give me an oil massage. if he says yes, i'll marry him.

Damn you! you hot voice on the radio.

These people on the radio are real marketing geniuses. AND DAMN YOU! YOU HOT VOICE ON THE RADIO. 
Okay before I get damning him again let’s get a little background on the issue.
While single guys sell their asses and sleep it is the single girls who generally lay awake. Ditto in my case.  Yes. I lay awake at night people, am a fighting and surviving and re-fighting insomniac. There are only a few things that help me go off to sleep, music and books and a nice sugar-coated-honey-dipped-thick-as-a-chocolate-cream-voice
I just need 3 to 4 pages of a book to see me at my snoring and snorting best ( I am an avid reader, but then I love classics only for the fact that they act as sleeping pills for me, and mind you, *love in time of cholera* works wonders for me…P.S. even though I could survive only the first 90 pages of the book, many of my friends think it is a feat! ). 
Music yes, come night when I am ready to fight my way to sleep, with lights off, I need music. I generally have one nice…

knowing,thinking, reaffirming.

there are so many things that you learn about yourself. everyday. ever single fucking day.
but then you have to make sure that you know that about yourself, before anyone else does.
but then that is you, live with it.
oh hell.
.live with it.

ek choti si love story

Have you ever looked at the animal kingdom and wondered at the wonder? 
I didONCEbut of late, well, I haven't.  I confess I am not an animal lover, but then there are many things that I don't like that I have to see, that I see. Then there are also other things that I like when I see them. Now there is ahuge window in my room, from where I can see the moon!!  (wah wah!!) (Okay, no, really i see no moon from here) No, but there is this amazing love story that I am witness to right outside my window almost every single day...
Presenting the:
Lafanga pigeon and the Chuimui pegion ki prem kahaani!

Now this is what happens: LafangaandChuimuiwalk across the window sill every day, without fail. This is their idea of 'dating' as I would say. She is your typical girl. She knows he is following her, yet she will walk, half run half hop. But no, never fly away. (Secretly loving ALL the attention she is getting =P)

Lafanganever misses a chance; he follo

random conversation : heera---panna ;)

[scene: two people in extreme climate zones talking to each other after a heart to heart session about nothing in particular]

B: hmmm...waise bhi, I should sleep, a pretty and talented girl like me does not need to cry over anything...

A: sahi kaha'
ekdum, "heera ho heera"

B: hmmm....

----after 5 minutes----

B: nahin yaar, panna hun....heera to Dev Anand hain!!

humming:panna ki tamanna hai ke, he(e)era(aa) use mil ja(aaaaa)e(aeaeae)....

the day is registered as the day when i perfected the art of saying FUCK YOU loud and clear to myself.

...lay close...

lay close to me for it is only us tonight...
lay calm for it is just tonight.
lay hushed for it is not 'real' tonight;
 lay with me, for it is life tonight.

got THIS link from Zave's blog. 
P.S. for people addicted to romance.

i am laughing my bloody guts out. i am laughing unashamedly; uncontrollably.
you hear me laughing? laugh with me.

laugh me off. laugh at me.


have you ever tried saying WHOA aloud? try it. a face looks like exactly like the printed word . 
have you ever tried faking a smile? try