Phir bhi Tagged.

Tagged.

Yayy for me, again. Ok, Markiv, I was leaving this tag for one of those hopeless ‘I-so-wanna-blog-but-can’t-think-of-anything’ days, but oh what the heck, now will do. This tag is dedicated to the tagger without whom this wouldn’t have been possible *controlling tears of joy*, to all those generous readers who presumably will NOT have the patience to read single word I’ve typed here BUT will certainly try to give their best with generic comments *Lol! I love you guys * and last but not the least,to a special place where I spent a bulk of my life in. Bahrain.

91-93 The Lil kidd
Easily the fattest and chubbiest kid in class; a 'blessed' feature which would invariably win me a seat next to the class teacher in all class photographs. :D Teachers would try (note, try) to carry me in all the pics ‘coz I’m told I was the perfect ball then. Orchestra and sports was all I ever thought off. Not to mention, food too. Yes, those were good times :D

94-95 Switching ‘ovah’
Switched schools from a British school to the InDIan School. I was in trouble now. Being branded as the kid with the ‘fAreen’ accent who didn’t know beyond the 2,3,4,5 and 10 times tables, who had to mug every line of Hindi from Bal Bharati to pass in exams when kids in class could quote lines from 'Hum Aap Ke Hain Kaun' with admirable ease, who didn’t even know where India was on the map, literally- Yes, I was your typical loser then.
I’d cry to my mom every single day saying that I wanted to go back to the British School ‘coz I hated the Indian system of education and that I certainly wouldn’t learn anything from plain mugging. For some reason, I feel that I was much wiser as a kid. ;-P

95-96 Teen-bean
The year of the Spice Girls. Girl Power! They SO rocked and I was totally gaga over them. Wannabe, 2 become one…god! I could sing all of their songs word for word…and I even remember asking my dad to buy me Emma Burton costumes ‘n all. I’m thankful that my dad didn’t disown me after that period of crazy harmones.

96-97 Being Bad
Found a best friend in Anisha. Spreading rumours, being a part of rumours, imitationg teachers, being teased with the weird boy next door, this era totally transformed me from the silent insignificant no-one at school to the notorious kid who bunked Almeida’s math classes for some band-class practice and lived to tell the tale of it by acing her subject.

97-99. Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis - (You do not know the power of the dark side)
Power in the School Band. Anisha and I became Head Corporals of the wood-wind section (read flute) where the former was soon my partner in crime where we did things which totally make me cringe now. Yes we were teenage brats then, with hormones running wild. Bossing over junior flutists, flirting with the drummers, breaking clarinets and hiding it from the band master, bunking math and social-studies classes in the pretext of ‘leading the band’ (like it was training for Kargil war or something), being popular, life was good.

98-99 No looking back
A very special year for me as I’d moved to India. Was one of those do or die moves where all eyes from previous-home country were intently watching and speculating on whether this spoilt kid could survive the most conventional metro in India. I more than just survived it, I became a Chennai-girl from the word go. My school disproved all prejudices in me that Chennai and its people still belonged to the ooga-booga stonage era, and that pop music and ‘cool’ language was totally unheard of. This place was anything but that. There was just no looking back from then on.

Yep. There was just no looking back. :)

Right…that pretty much covers what I have to say about the nineties. There are quite a few things I miss, and even more things I don’t miss. :D
Anyways, this was a fun tag reminiscing ‘n all. For what its worth, I tag everyone who’d like to try this one out.

Take care..and stay out’v trouble!
Ta!

Yaaawn...*stretch*....But mommy, I don't wanna go to work today.

Ah, the good old days when I was paid heed to.
*Sigh!*

The Lament of a Betrayed Heart..

The tooth-fairy ain't real..
Santa ain't real..
Prince Charming ain't real..
God ain't real..
And now, Ram ain't real.

ok...

But Starvation is real...
Poverty is real..
Rape is real...
Nuclear war is real..
Death is real..

The bathos in life we're all subjected to.


How much can this feeble heart take?

Kangana, me...and a lot of thinking

Making reviews just isn't my forte because of which I'll never subject the readers of my blog (however few in number they may be) to a movie-review by me . Well, never again at least. I promise. Now that thats out of the way, I begin my blog...on a movie I just saw recently.
* chuckkles slyly*

Some eight months back when Krati and I were roommates in Trivandrum, I'd asked her what the movie Gangster-A Love Story was all about and why people were raving about that movie 'n why girls were swooning over some new dude called Shiney Ahuja. Krati, the very darling she is, patiently narrated the entire story, scene by scene and by the end, I'd already gotten a feeling of watching the movie already.

But ever since then, I longed to watch the movie. I had to see it for myself... Could human emotions be this complex? Could something this intense be portrayed in celluloid without confusing the viewer and making him/her endure two 'n a half hours of an emotional-fun-fest?

I finally got to watch it yesterday with Rema (the diabolical-cousins doing what we do best. Switching on the telly and shutting- up) and it was just what I'd imagined it to be.

Ahuja is a Greek God. Yes. I wish I were 16 years old so that I could openly drool and swoon over him as it doesn't particularly look appropriate for a girl... sorry, 'woman' of my age to be doing so. *I so hate growing up...sob!*

The movie had very intense and poignant scenes which should have ideally made my tear-glands function with unprecedented efficiency, but I surprisingly found my self thinking through the movie and even more intensely after it.

Kangana Ranaut 's character, however whorish it may have seemed in the movie, portrayed the basic instincts of a woman - in its rudimentary and crude form. That, she wasn't satisfied completely until she was emotionally satisfied. That, no matter how much you gave her, how much you loved her, 'n how much you promised to give her, nothing enticed her as much as the inner feeling of knowing that someone could give her/be the solution to her (otherwise) passionless life.

Kangana's character betrayed the man who loved her more than life itself, while in search of true passion.
Well, you'd think that that's perfectly natural, if not justified, for a women to have behaved the way she did in the movie. I mean, with women always carrying that 'emotional' tag around wherever they go and with bullshit quotes like 'Men think with their brains, women think with their heart ..coz they can't otherwise' floating around, you wouldn't expect 'her' to introspect or think deeply on what she'd be gaining or losing in the bargain of satisfying her inner most needs and desires.

A woman has needs and if it means tearing down the curtains and drinking your way to hell, so be it.

But the actual risk, in the blind pursuit of satiating what one's craving for - lies in not being able to realize or understand what she has in her life already. In the quest for more happiness 'n bliss, she might lose whatever little happiness she has.
People say that those who think with their hearts, are the happiest. Well yes, maybe. You may be awarded with bliss and ecstasy,just like you're lil heart wanted. But you can't count on being successful all the time.

hmm...so what was I trying to insinuate all this time?
That there's always a trade off or compromise in love? That you cant *always* afford to follow your heart and that it may be sensible for one to opt for the most rational of all options -even if one knows that it isn't going to promise her/him whatever she/he had dreamt of all her/his life?

Well like I said, I did a lot of thinking. Plus it was the weekend -I had nothing better to do.
So, *contemplates very deeply* I think I'd be better off thinking with my brains than my heart.
But wait. Did I just say that?
Who am I trying to kid anyway.



P.S- Krati. You've been an inspiration for this post. Please read my blog (from now on at least).

:D

Ta!

To....

...The Adorable-naughty kid..




....The Enchanting-Loverboy






.....The Passionate-Romantic..






.....The ideal friend, philosopher & Guide....




...To my Saviour...



Here's wishing you a Haaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppy Birthday!!!!!!

You're my favourite God and I wish you alllll the luck in the world (and outside it too) in fulfilling all my dreams and wishes. :D

(Hope you don't forget last night's prayer)



Happy Krishna Jayanthi :)

Tagged

I've been tagged.

Yayy.

I was beginning to think that no one cared for li'l Miss. Confounded and was starting to feel left out when everyone had a TAGGED post but me. Ah...I've been rewarded for my patience.
I'd like to thank SPARK for making me feel as special as I thought I was(:P) .....and I'd also like to thank my mom, dad, next-door neighbour, dog...*sniff..*

(psst, is the camera still rolling?)


1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.

A nice distinct one on my right-side eyebrow. Got it when I fell down the stairs and came tumbling down when I was 3 years old. I'm told I wailed my guts out and attracted quite a crowd in our flat. The stitches-area is a bit invisible now...but they show when I get my eyebrows done. :'(

2. What does your phone look like?

Like any other damaged, manhandled, impaired, chipped cell crying out loud for love and tender loving care.

3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?

Some lovely glow-in-the-dark thingamajigs I've always had and treasured. Stars, planets and shooting stars... I take pride in aligning them very neatly on my walls and ceiling of my room. They look astonishingly beautiful when I turn out the lights at night.
I once heard my mom tell my friend's mom how she wished that my room were as neat as its walls. And as for my room...*sigh*...well, we've lost quite a few people in the mess I've maintained over the last few years despite the extreme efforts taken by mom...search-party et al.

4. What is your current desktop picture?

A picture of some of my friends 'n me. It makes me happy gazing at us when my comp hangs and displays the desktop-theme for eternity after that.

5. Do you believe in gay marriage?

Of course. All marriages are happy and gay. Its just the life after that thats a bit questionable to me.

(I'm just playing dumb here...I know what the question means. No, really.)

6. What do you want more than anything right now?

To do what I want to do and never regret it at *any* point of time in life.

And, a grand piano. The one with eight octaves and a pedal.

If someones still reading this, please mail me..I'll send you the list. Thank you. Move one.

7 . What time were you born?

A few hours after Indira Gandhi died.

8. Are your parents still together?

Uh....Hell, yeah!


9. Last person who made you cry?

People don't make me cry like they used to. Bollywood and Kollywood movies do...for more reasons than one :P

10. What is your favorite perfume / cologne?

DUNE by Christion Dior.

11. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?

Not really choosy. Just as long as you don't have F-R-E-A-K written all over you.

12. What are you listening to?

Kadanuvaariki in Thodi by T.N.Seshagopalan.

13. Do you get scared of the dark?

Only when I'm not assured of light.

14. Do you like pain killers?

I don't believe I do. Analgesics don't deal with perpetual pain-in-the-neck/ pain-in-the-wrong-side sort of people because of which I have to resort to my own tactics to escape from the torture I'm subjected to.


15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?

Depends..on the degree of liking. If I really do like the 'ol guy, I'd be extra shy in asking him out.
Heck...either way, I'd be shy to ask him out. I have loser written all over my face when it comes to expressing what I want to.

16. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?

A big fat piece of creamy, sumptuous chocolat cake.
Having one would make me un-imaginably guilty but having none would make me crave desperately for a chance to indulge in all that chocolatey-goodness. *lip-smacking....hmm*


17. Who was the last person you made you mad?

Sonia Gandhi.
Period.

18. Who was the last person who made you smile?

My mom and dad. In any order. Boooooring...but true. They always make me smile. :)


Thanks for reading this post so far. I really love you for that.
If you didn't, well....I love you just the same for reading 'this' then.
:D

I thus tag thee Kavi, Ash, Athia, Divz, Lavanya, Mridhula,


Toodles!