Let's talk

We talk, me and my mirror

Of beauty, of fake, a reflection of both.

We talk, me and my food

Of hunger, of greed, and of further delights.

We talk, me and my man

Of a home, a marriage, a company, the works.

We talk, me and my bed

Of sleep, of decay, of sing-song mornings.

We talk, me and my phone

Of rings, of pings, and lifetime alerts!

We talk, me and my Adu

Of games, of dances, and school time tales.

We talk, me and my mind

Of logic, of emotions, and the dreadful balance.

We talk, me and my ego

Of the first time. Of the last time.

We talk, me and my day

Of the faces, the smiles, the familiar warmth.

We talk, me and my drink

Of the kiss, the taste, and the impending buoyancy.

We talk, me and my friends

Of our echoing laughter and our silent secrets

We talk, me and myself

To start afresh. To meet me again. 

New day

Today is for you. Today is for the rains. Today is for starting again.

Today is for a smile. The lost smile comes back, again! Today is to try new scents. Today is for eating to our heart’s content.

We splurge today. We fight for today. We meet, drink, and hug today.

We Armani today, we Tommy today, we also manage to Ipad today :D

Let’s keep living Today. Because it’s all about today. Everything else is just talk.

Chheeeee :(

It was officially the worst day of my life. I woke up knowing it’s a rotten day. Nothing was right. Nothing was on time. I over-slept. Yet dint get good sleep. Everyone cancelled on me. Or even worse, kept me waiting till the ninth hour and THEN cancelled on me.

I dint feel like working the minute I entered office. Not to mention, it was one of the rare days with crazy amount of work. Was out all day, travelling in the crazy traffic and heat. Only to reach a destination and...Wait for it, wait for it, and yes. Keep fucking waiting for it!

My back will break into little pieces that I could play with very soon. My eye doctor needs to look into my eyes. But I wouldn’t let him. If I don’t visit the travel guy's office now, my parents will LITERALLY drag me there. And if I don’t dine at home on yet another occasion, I will proudly carry stale lunch the next day.

However, on this joke of a bad day; (joke because a lot of people face genuinely serious hardships on a daily basis) I still had suicidal tendencies. I was looking at my machine in office, crying all the while. I was also hiding my face because people around me would think I am crack. I was actually googling ‘reasons for suicide’ and for the first time agreeing with the term suicide even. Yuck. For a mere 24 hours of bad time. I just believed in the horridness of this day from the bottom of my heart.

However, not much of it is left now. Dear tomorrow: please arrive faster. Till then, happy whining.

Momentary

Let’s become the teacher who makes you. Or become the break-up that breaks you. Let’s become the mother who holds you. Or even the mother, who lets you go. Let’s become the brother who takes you. Let’s become the child, who believes you. Let’s become the sugar in the tea.  Let's also be the sugar free tea. Let’s be the friend, who jolts you. And sometimes the friend who spoils you. Let’s become the dream. That everyone dreams’. Let’s be the cliché, that you fear. Let’s question the rebel, inside of you. Let’s rebel against the ego, full of you. Let’s become the boss, and excel our day. Let’s also sulk, to feel the day. Let’s become the father, who once fed you. Let’s dance, to a graceful body. Let’s become the love that you feel. Let’s become someone, you never will be. To celebrate who you are today.

I. Love. You.

When was the last time you told someone you love them. Like mean it when you say it?

I haven’t been able to my parents till date, though I love them the most. I wonder why it is so difficult. In this case, I think I am just shy. Which is funny. Because I am not shy to be the worst behaved child in front of them, or wearing what I want to before getting out of the house. Yet, this obvious emotion remains unsaid. And I say it so often to some of my close friends, some other family members, and a lot of closed ones.

It feels so good to be able to love someone. And to let that person know that. At that point it doesn’t matter what that person says in return. I was not a very loving person always. I couldn’t care less about emotions in life when I was younger. Everything was just a task/challenge. Nobody mattered much. I dint have the closest friends. Which is why, even today, I am not the most open person around. My mother calls me ‘snooty-faced Veronica’.

However, now I don’t think twice before letting people know how I feel. At least not when I feel love :) Though sometimes I do think twice – for the fear of people replying: How high are you? Wrong message? But then go ahead anyway.

So the point of this post is: To NOT be a sulk pot. It’s worth nothing. Even if someone doesn’t love you as much as you do, say you love them. Say it a lot. Make someone smile :) Become a Betty, and not silly Veronica.

Though I will be a loser and use this platform to tell my parents how much I love them. Knowing very well, they will never read this. Also tell some others, of which some already know, others maybe not,

Babay – You are Super ! Simbly superb.

Pista – You don’t even know what you are capable of :)

Tauji – Only person I fear because of so much love.

Adu, Rohan – What do I say. I could eat you’ll up.

Surbhi mera Bhai – Love you.

Bubbles – Sorry and Thank you. For everything.

Sanjaya Ma’am – You make wisdom seem like a piece of cake.

Ankuram – I know you will never go away.

Chandu – Come back please. I want a tight Hug.

Harshad Sir – Love you Sir.

Mahila Mandal – Kya hoga tumhare bina.

Kunj-O-Rani – Tu bhaut sahi hai yaar. Pura paagal hai.

Sam, Droo, Alpy, Gosu, Vadhani, Doshi, Bhavin Sir – Friends 101.

Youngistan – Mwaaah.
Ghetto, Handa - Oops! I know you know it.

Mehta – Item. Mwaah.

Gauri, Conrad, Gladys, Neeraj, Vikram, Amit, Harsh, Shana, Shively, Sheel – Hell became Heaven.

Ok now, bye. Go say 'I love you' to whosoever you feel. I will complete my list.

Love your family. Even if they are Madus.

I once told a few people that Madus are a spreading like a Virus on this planet. With their big wide hips, flashy green clothes, and loud whistle voices. We will have nowhere to go. We are doomed.

But not many believed me. However, it IS true. I live with them. I know the truth. They yell like their life depends on it. And they choose to do so – Bang in the middle of a Public Place, say a Restaurant. They order food for half the world’s appetite. And then they yell at the waiter for getting too much or crowding their table!

And they call me a Sore Thumb. Thank God for that!

Anyway, last week there was yet another wedding chat I had with my parents. They don’t know who I will get married to. I have an idea, yes. But still. My mother went ahead and bought some chunky crack jewellery from this family friend’s studio. For my wedding of course. It was HUGE. And it could light up a room. My brother and I dint know how to react on seeing it. I keep my brother as a Cushion, in all such discussions. I know he has no business looking at Chunky Madu Jewelley.

My parents’ way of mentioning any product purchased for my wedding is to say – ‘it is for later’. Which I don’t understand. Because this ‘later’ is actually very ‘Soon’. Anyway, so I mustered up the courage to tell my Mom that it’s not my style and I don’t like it. Obviously she got offended. She tripped on how ‘unaccommodating’ I am. How I don’t like anything that everyone likes, and the likes. So I made a few points here:

·         I don’t wear necklaces to begin with. Why don’t you just get me pretty earrings

·         If I HAVE to wear a necklace, let’s look at something that will fit my frame

·         I don’t like Chunky. Period.

·         You only want to show how much money you are spending on my marriage

I know the last point was uncalled for. But it’s the single most important truth that leads all their choices and arguments. Anyway, after a lot of back and forth, it was decided – considering I am the one getting married (whenever that is), I should be the one choosing what I wear. I can’t go ahead and do a Flower Arrangement in my neck because it makes 50 of them happy. I can’t consciously look like a Clown. So, the fact that I have a different Style sense does NOT make me unaccommodating.

Lot more such venting…will happen in time :)

P.S. - I love my parents. But they are not Fair. And I can only give-in to a certain extent, for the sake of emotions. 

You and I

I lie, because that’s what you like to hear. I smile, because you make me smile. I talk, because you have nothing to say. I listen, because you are beautiful. I sleep, because you help me rest. You sleep, because you are tired. Of life. I live, because that’s what I know. You exist, in my world. I play, because it helps. You play, because it helps lose weight. You work, because you love to work. I work, only sometimes for the love of it. You drink, I get drunk. I drink, I see you high. I cry, you look away. You cry? Not when I look. You drive, I fall in love. I drive, you grin. I sit, you leave. You leave, I leave. You yell, I cry. I cry, you yell. You feed, I eat. I fall in love all over again. I clean, because I like it. You clean, because I like it. Will you and I make it ?

Some Things Only We Do, Somewhere Only We Know.

'Aronnette' - 13th November, 2010


10 girls and a never ending episode of Love and Lust. 
Happiest time since Mica. What a pleasure to be locked in a house with the ten most annoying, loving, cute, amusing and crazy girls. This was sorely missed for over 6 months now. Arch and Mansi : cant wait for Delhi :)
The Caribbean Munni outdid herself by obliging to every psycho request of her bridesmaids. Love you Arun. So much for practiced emotions and surprising surprises :P
A Room full of balloons, candles, overflowing alcohol, smoke, music, 'stiff' drinks, pink dicks, balloon-y dicks, bean bag-y dicks, butterfly thongs, coconut boobs, chicken satay, paneer satay, oh so yummy marble cake, pasta (curtsy), dip (proud, buddy!), chips, magic wands and what not. 
Special hate note to Handa for barging into my dress through her secret sick note. And a bigger hate note to Lax and Arun for obliging. Whatte night. Did I mention how much I looove Buddy Buds Boo Boo. Her expression on watching Porn. Priceless. Disgust beyond belief :)
Love you Arrrrruuuun ! You are phenomenal. Mwwaaaah. 


P.S. - While there was NO icing on our Marble cake, Arun and I got ours in the morning. With a surprise landing by Dubey at 9 a.m. (no shit), just looking at the entire mess to be cleaned, made the rest of our day! 

To. For. Of.

Un-high drinking. Sleeping, yet not. Bending backwards. Never coming forward. Shamelessness. Sadly mental. Gladly physical. Smiling. Rediscovering the same old friends. Christmas-y Cleaning. Making strange sounds. Ordering the eyes to stay put. To stay dry. Smooth drives. Scary Signals. Doing the expected. All over again. Dancing, without music. Taking a knock. Unstructuring. Pasting Winners. Dreaming a Pasta. Delivering one. 'Getting down'. So fucking down. Uncareful. Being a bitch. Feeling like one. Cheating. Unconditional loving. 
Hoping against hopes. Creating a blog. Being kinetic. 
Living a little. Same as yesterday.