So we called it off. Why? Because we are complicated beings. We get it all easy, and hence decide we have a right to be fussy about everything. We're fussy about when we say 'seeing' vs 'dating' vs boyfriend' vs 'into you' vs 'love'. We find it easier to be sad than happy. Because we're too intense. You know what's wrong? We have first world problems. Its something I inherited from an old friend. Its funny, he had more first problems than anyone I know, but refused to use this word on himself. Whatta clown! Any way, we are way too intense.
Damn, but I'm not! You guys know me to be happy, fun and free. Should I become complicated too? I genuinely find it easier to be happy even when EVERYTHING goes wrong.
Any way I'll continue later. Right now, I'm listening to Tom's Dinner (remember, Suzanne Vega?). Because I'm a happy person. And this song is perfect for this weather. I don't follow it exactly, but it makes me smile.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
So early in the morning
Why in the world would you wake up at 4:00 am, when you have a flight at 6:20, and you live less than 7 minutes from the airport?!?! Don't ask me. About 30 minutes before my alarm went off, I decided it was time to rise and shine. I'm not shining right now. So what do I do at this point? I'm wearing White salwar-kameez, so don't feel like lying down and ruining its shape. Its 4:30 am, so not very nice to wake the folks up. I could head to the airport and watch people until I board. Or I could sit here in my room, at 4:30 am (yes!), listen to Red FM and attempt writing a post.
Work has lately not been giving me much time. I clocked over 95 hours last week. This week is likely to be a 70-75 one, but even 70 implies 14 hours a day you know. And I live an hour's drive away from home. No, I don't know why I do this. But I like it, more often than not.
I did take a couple of weekends off. There was Agra, which was not entirely personal but fun any way. Then, last week I went to Sohna, where I had an absolutely fantastic 2 days. Of course, this was interspersed with moments of doubt and sadness, but that's all right. Smooth sailing is over-rated.
And hey, this week, I'm without a blackberry. I had withdrawl symptoms, like I couldn't sleep the night before even though I turned in by 11:00 pm. But last night, was peaceful. And now, I think I'm getting used to it *secret*. May be I won;t get it fixed.
I'm off to Hyderabad soon. Thank you world for making tele check-in, the ipod and ham and cheese sandwiches at Baker street (that's a cafe, not the pretty part of London. I live in India!!).
Adios!
Work has lately not been giving me much time. I clocked over 95 hours last week. This week is likely to be a 70-75 one, but even 70 implies 14 hours a day you know. And I live an hour's drive away from home. No, I don't know why I do this. But I like it, more often than not.
I did take a couple of weekends off. There was Agra, which was not entirely personal but fun any way. Then, last week I went to Sohna, where I had an absolutely fantastic 2 days. Of course, this was interspersed with moments of doubt and sadness, but that's all right. Smooth sailing is over-rated.
And hey, this week, I'm without a blackberry. I had withdrawl symptoms, like I couldn't sleep the night before even though I turned in by 11:00 pm. But last night, was peaceful. And now, I think I'm getting used to it *secret*. May be I won;t get it fixed.
I'm off to Hyderabad soon. Thank you world for making tele check-in, the ipod and ham and cheese sandwiches at Baker street (that's a cafe, not the pretty part of London. I live in India!!).
Adios!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
no title
I feel so alone....its gloomy. I was nearly sure this autumn and this winter will be happy.
I'm getting my hair cut, and now I'll just walk outside the coffee shops. Its a Saturday but there's no sign of Saturday happiness.
All I wish is that this passes. Some times, loneliness has no reason. It just stays
I'm getting my hair cut, and now I'll just walk outside the coffee shops. Its a Saturday but there's no sign of Saturday happiness.
All I wish is that this passes. Some times, loneliness has no reason. It just stays
Monday, September 14, 2009
Hola!
I'm still alive. I haven't been here much recently. I need to get back at it.
So I'm heading to an extremely lavish getaway this weekend. Its not like me to take off for the weekend to a place close to home, with nothing exciting planned. I'm just going to lounge by the pool, may be read a bit and spend an hour or two at the spa. When did I become so spoilt and unadventurous? Gone are the days when I would take 2 days off to go flying or mountain climbing or road tripping. Now I'm just a young, well-paid (knock on wood!), fabulous brat. Heck, who cares?! In a few weeks, I'll be back to normal. I'll commit a faux-pas at work, again start worrying about how I'll sustain myself if I lose this job, and get into bachat mode again.
So I'm heading to an extremely lavish getaway this weekend. Its not like me to take off for the weekend to a place close to home, with nothing exciting planned. I'm just going to lounge by the pool, may be read a bit and spend an hour or two at the spa. When did I become so spoilt and unadventurous? Gone are the days when I would take 2 days off to go flying or mountain climbing or road tripping. Now I'm just a young, well-paid (knock on wood!), fabulous brat. Heck, who cares?! In a few weeks, I'll be back to normal. I'll commit a faux-pas at work, again start worrying about how I'll sustain myself if I lose this job, and get into bachat mode again.
Friday, September 4, 2009
One two three
One two three, the movie has phenomenal music. I never got around to watching this Tusshhar Kapoor (notice to change in spelling) movie, but its been a year and I still listen to the songs nearly every day.
While Rock mahi is a peppy one, the nicer songs are all the renditions of the title track, One two three. I'll leave a few lines from the ballad here....
Gaur se dekho duniya ki, ek hakikat hai yeh bhi,
sabse khubsurat tohfe milte hai yahan bilkul free,
Hasna free, rona free, pyar me pagal hona free,
Kisi ke gham se aankh milake, apni aankh bhigona free
Chanda ka muskana free, dhoop ka aana jaana free,
Cheene ke daane mehenge, par taaron ka har daana free
Chaubis (24) mein se chatis (36) ghante, maula sab ke saath hai ji
Yeh nazaarein duniya ke bilkul free, bilkul free
And here are some from the amalgamation
One two three,One two three
Duniya mein aana hai free, duniya se jaana hai free,
Dekh tamasha duniya ka, bilkul free, bilkul free ...
teri meri, meri teri, duniya ki A...B...C.D
The last one reminds me of facebook (yes, i still hate facebook)
While Rock mahi is a peppy one, the nicer songs are all the renditions of the title track, One two three. I'll leave a few lines from the ballad here....
Gaur se dekho duniya ki, ek hakikat hai yeh bhi,
sabse khubsurat tohfe milte hai yahan bilkul free,
Hasna free, rona free, pyar me pagal hona free,
Kisi ke gham se aankh milake, apni aankh bhigona free
Chanda ka muskana free, dhoop ka aana jaana free,
Cheene ke daane mehenge, par taaron ka har daana free
Chaubis (24) mein se chatis (36) ghante, maula sab ke saath hai ji
Yeh nazaarein duniya ke bilkul free, bilkul free
And here are some from the amalgamation
One two three,One two three
Duniya mein aana hai free, duniya se jaana hai free,
Dekh tamasha duniya ka, bilkul free, bilkul free ...
teri meri, meri teri, duniya ki A...B...C.D
The last one reminds me of facebook (yes, i still hate facebook)
Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
An addition to the box of awesomeness
One might see this post as a logical extension of the previous one, but there were many that were typed out in between- on unrelated topics- but didn't quite make their way to the Publish tab.
For all the grief I get over being less social, I spend quite a bit of time and energy figuring out types of people I like. I place all these categories in what I call 'the box of awesomeness'. The predictable ones like those who are independent, risk-taking, free spirited are all in here, as are some of the quirky ones- like women with curly hair, those who dislike clubs but love bars, people who like beer and others. The latest to the addition is people who break up after the age of 25- 25 being the keyword.
Any way, so why? In uncomplicated words: breakups build character. They hurt. And it takes a very brave person to get through this, a very confident one to get through this without losing the awesomeness, and an absolutely fabulous one to get through this and come out of it even more awesome. (Strong adulthood influence: Barney Simpson, from How I met your mother.)
I acknowledge, that very often one of the two people breaking up (often called the dumpee) doesn't have much to do with it. But the infallible truth is that everyone who breaks up after the age of 25- the fickle dumper, or the needy dumpee- turns out awesome, since he/she spends at least a year of their mid-twenties preparing to spend their life without a partner.
2 outstanding questions?
* What about those who break up and quickly find another partner, or decide to leave this in their parents' hands, since for many people mid-twenties' relationships almost axiomatically imply getting married soon?
** Why 25?
On *, they're an exception to this principle of awesomeness. They're brave indeed, for taking such a big decision and without completely healing, deciding to move on. But not awesome, because they miss out on the tremendous insecurity followed by unshakable, almost stubborn confidence one develops when they start preparing themselves to live alone.
On**, because just the way its more difficult to lose weight at 25 vs 17, and just the way our bodies heal easily at 17 but not as well at 25, its more difficult to move on at 25. When we're older, we don't goof around. We place a lot of importance on love- and give it a lot more. The storm caused by a broken heart is much more difficult to clear when you're older.
And then when you do move on you're older, more beautiful and of course awesome. Without planning cool pickup lines, or romantic dinners, or flowers or cards or scented candles, everything turns out right!
I'm listening to Trickbaby, Fighter it is!
For all the grief I get over being less social, I spend quite a bit of time and energy figuring out types of people I like. I place all these categories in what I call 'the box of awesomeness'. The predictable ones like those who are independent, risk-taking, free spirited are all in here, as are some of the quirky ones- like women with curly hair, those who dislike clubs but love bars, people who like beer and others. The latest to the addition is people who break up after the age of 25- 25 being the keyword.
Any way, so why? In uncomplicated words: breakups build character. They hurt. And it takes a very brave person to get through this, a very confident one to get through this without losing the awesomeness, and an absolutely fabulous one to get through this and come out of it even more awesome. (Strong adulthood influence: Barney Simpson, from How I met your mother.)
I acknowledge, that very often one of the two people breaking up (often called the dumpee) doesn't have much to do with it. But the infallible truth is that everyone who breaks up after the age of 25- the fickle dumper, or the needy dumpee- turns out awesome, since he/she spends at least a year of their mid-twenties preparing to spend their life without a partner.
2 outstanding questions?
* What about those who break up and quickly find another partner, or decide to leave this in their parents' hands, since for many people mid-twenties' relationships almost axiomatically imply getting married soon?
** Why 25?
On *, they're an exception to this principle of awesomeness. They're brave indeed, for taking such a big decision and without completely healing, deciding to move on. But not awesome, because they miss out on the tremendous insecurity followed by unshakable, almost stubborn confidence one develops when they start preparing themselves to live alone.
On**, because just the way its more difficult to lose weight at 25 vs 17, and just the way our bodies heal easily at 17 but not as well at 25, its more difficult to move on at 25. When we're older, we don't goof around. We place a lot of importance on love- and give it a lot more. The storm caused by a broken heart is much more difficult to clear when you're older.
And then when you do move on you're older, more beautiful and of course awesome. Without planning cool pickup lines, or romantic dinners, or flowers or cards or scented candles, everything turns out right!
I'm listening to Trickbaby, Fighter it is!
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