Tagged

Well so my friend has managed to Tag me..
For a long long time could not figure out what the tagging meant and why do people get tagged. But since i am part of this circle of tagged people and being this keen on remaining part of the group and playing along ..here go my
55 words...

I stared into her, I delved in deep

Tried to comprehend if there was something more.

I held her close, gazed at the starlit nite

Musing at all that she had revealed .

I slept all night with her besides me..

I only woke up to find ruffled pages..

My book staring back into my eyes!

Considering my connexicons in the blog world are rather less..I am wondering whom to tag..probably i tag somu and smiloo..So people out with your 55 words!

And the bells toll

She walked in looking as beautiful as the first ray at twilight.
He gazed and fell in love with her all over again.
She stood there taking vows for a life time together.
He stood there recollecting when they had first met.
She held out her hand to be taken forever.
He stood there holding onto all that he had.
She walked away a newly wed bride..
He was left in the crowd wishing his love a happy married life

Ramblings in langour and nothing....

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Blasé lass to a fraught man
Dreams to cynicism
Belief to skepticism
Passion to nonchalance
These are long journeys of stance….
But sometimes all it takes …
One Moment! Destiny! Given a chance

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Speck of sand in my hands…..

I gather anything that lasts in your mind for longer than trivial details of routine, should be categorized as a monumental moment worth mention in the blog-spot. My romance with blogging has not quite kicked off as yet….however 3 years ago in the rush and madness of sweat, urgency and still some endless zeal, began another love story , a bond, a romance still strong in my heart- that between Mumbai and Me.

Like most good romantic stories it started off with hatred going strong….I am sure most of you would concur, that life does not feel particularly uplifted when everyone around seems to be rushing for somewhere and is so lost that ouch! Stamping your foot does not quite get noticed…Wading your way through any road close to the station calls for extra- ordinary skills of – “Find an empty spot and rush for it and fight fight your way till u recede and give up!!” Also making it for an 11.01 train is as important as winning the Olympics and intact limbs (who cares!!) Cos the next one is at 11.05 (4 whole precious minutes of battling time wasted). Being short in locals ensures you get to smell variety of arm-pits wondering if deodorants manufacturers ever had a position for – “smell-icalist” who could actually help them list down the variants they need to battle.

Anyways clean roads, empty roads, your own space, quiet walk -these were like alien terms in this city and I just hated every moment I had to live here. Then came the monsoons- pitter patter rain drops…Living in the industrial belt did not quite help...I was contemplating buying a boat to ease me off some worries in life. Keeping a spare in office was a trick I had not quite mastered and wondered why I was the only idiot who looked wet, soggy and rainy in any meeting at work.

But amidst all of this discomfort somewhere I started to fall in love too …with the energy, activity, chaos and new life I had found for myself. It was the sort of life I had always dreamt of having…but had never imagined would be…

It was probably in the quiet walks in the noise at Marine Drive, long waits in endless queues for dinner at a favorite restaurant or the long rides on the quintessential aircraft that took me across town – The Bajaj Priya. It blossomed I gather, with the excitement of living alone, independent doing crazy things like singing at 1.00 am to our neighbors surprise, chatting by the window, running miles across just to be able to watch a movie…Trying our luck at a play when all tickets were sold out…and actually getting to watch it… (Persistence and pleading pays folks!!) It’s in the numerous streets traversed, the doing nothing, the wonderful house-mate, the friends made and the experiences shared...

From the summer of May when I started as an outsider, to the rains in August – 3 years, so much was lived, felt and experienced - I was transformed. When boarding that last flight back to the city which was home – Bangalore …I felt I did not belong anywhere anymore and it felt like the longest journey made. Being back here after a year again…when I stare at the same building, roads and people, all comes back in a flash and I wish that in this one moment I can take back all that I lived and loved …but its probably only so much that one can hold on to…and only so much one can live….

I thought i started trying to hold a handful .....
But i am left with only "A speck of sand in my hands…"

Fortunes are sellers

Who would not want to know the future? I firmly believe that most people at a basic level are curious. You have some honest people who admit it and some not so honest people who believe in being cool by not being curious. I definitely know my stance in life and I am curious, besides being a SRK fan, loving compliments, eating fancy food and doing all of the other things that weigh high on my pettiness index. Anyways not digressing from what I had started out to write:

Today was one of those regular days .When I was living my boring s/w existence, telling myself how life at the end of it just boils down to binaries and a 0 and 1 kind of thing (yawn yawn I know!). Then suddenly my life decided to become a little interesting and I had to go for dinner at this really swank restaurant (not the kind of place my modest job lets me dine unless I can eat and not pay for the meat!)

There was some kind of a mela underway. The idea was to swindle the firings off their appreciated currency in apparent exchange of a rich enriching Indian cultural experience and all of that. (Oh well whatever that meant).I do not care much but for the fact that the food was amazing the drinks were in abundance and the desserts just rocked. Besides this, one could in the name of art get themselves tattooed on their naval or whichever other part with the glorious mehandi. I like mehandi just for the cool feeling it leaves on your palms and of course cos SRK at some point in time did dance to Mehandi Laga Ke rakhna.(My pettiness at its best). Anyways this particular part of the mela found itself flocked with firang women all drunk and ready to be h (a) ippy Indians. We then had this magician actually walking around the restaurant in circles trying to make things disappear. I was wondering just why did he did not do the vanishing act! Then there was this one guy making caricatures and I always wondered given the wonderful looks I possess would there ever be too much difference between my portrait and caricature? A question I never dare ask myself (except in public forums called blogs! :-)
The one counter which particularly got me interested was this woman dressed completely like a hoax aunty straight from the Ram Gopal Verma thriller called "bhooth" trying to sell a fortune based on Tarot Cards. The statistics of people who sat around here proved that she was lending rather long recounts of predictions and I was all excited on my chance of knowing my future. Having waited for a considerable amount of time (20 minutes spent looking up the ceiling, shuffling shoes, smiling at strangers etc) finally I had my chance of taking a peek into the future and was I excited to say the least. She humbly made me shuffle cards and pick 5 of them out. The software engg in me tends not to be able to relate to actions that re outside of my domain and hence I wanted to get some perspective to all that was happening out here just incase I missed out on the essence of it all. She seemed most disinterested in my question and just asked me to get done with the picking of cards which was pretty much the role I played in the larger scheme of things. After the cards were picked and re-picked cos apparently I was not supposed to see what card I picked till all were picked and all those complexities of the game, they were neatly laid out on the table. Then we shared a long silence and I was hoping that was in no way reflective of my future. Finally figuring out that this non-conversation was heading no where I decided to break the ice and asked her:

Me: So what?
She :You are supposed to ask me questions
Me: Think think think (I thought I just did)
She: Waiting
Me: Thinking

At this rate I was sure my life was headed no where. So not wanting to let her in on my areas of interest, just incase she judges me so, I decided to play safe and ask her abt my career. Normally one would expect -"Wow you will have a great career or you will have a not so great career" but this lady just had the knack of bringing emotion into every sentence she spoke about my career. Like it was just my emotions which contributed to the software force and that pretty much emotions was all that my life was about! And trust me I felt deep emotion of (wonder, amusement and surely dissatisfaction).Then cards were picked, questions answered and the cycle continued. Much was asked about marriage, love, career money and whatever else makes an individuals future. The lady pretty much had a standard answer, seems like my entire future only comprised of emotions and a non-happening life. At the end of what seemed like a long ordeal we were done. On probing further, the lady actually ended up our entire conversation with - "I don't quite believe in Tarot Reading. I am just filling in for my daughter".

"Aah that’s wonderful" is all that I could say with as much emotion as can be. But what’s life without fortunes and some fake tarot readers..

Spot the Spotless Blog Spot

Driven by rather hard days probably(hopefully) , its just so cool to be able to stare at a spotless blog sopt! I feel better than having to look at a rotating fan in all and sundry hot days!

I actually got here to start expressing but man am I that dumb? I actually tried hard and could not really think of what in my life was so shareable!! I lead a rather unhappening , relentless trying hard to get through the day kind of existence.I also get worried by small things in life .Today what was particularly bothering me was the fact that .. - I am probably an out cast in this community of expressing and sharing sort of kindred - The Bloggers!! Saltue' to each of those who can actually lead a life where there is something to write about and more importantly the ability to rewrite what u just lived /felt or just invent something to share ...Cos most of the times , i dont like remembering how my project gave me a hard time or how i hated my client for having taken my long weekend from me...and the truth is that I am not all that creative...

Man I feel better having told all of you that if ever there were an award to spot the spotless blog spot..U know where to look!!

My First

I guess most firsts tend to mark priceless events in our lives.Like the first time I felt alive probably whining my excitement in those tender hands, the first time I took that step on my own the step, my feet and I in oneness.I do remember the first time I ever felt an emotion in totality it was ecstatic ,the first banter, the first smile, the first day at school and the first friend I ever made. All of these firsts have left that special mark and here I am having spent a long time lost in memory lane trying to relive them.And strangely what I had actually begun was my first...thought , word expression to the outside world, my first.....blog........