Get ready!

Since I was a small girl, my parents used to tell me every single morning to get “ready”; now all my relatives and friends are saying the same. The only difference is they meant getting ready for going to the school, others mean getting ready for marriage. My marriage..and that too an arranged one!! Things could not be scarier.

But, apparently I have not changed a bit in all these days. I still hate this saddest word in the English language as much as I used to hate it 20 years back. No, I am not ready for anything in life; least of all marriage! How can I possibly be ready for something which is so new, so different and so unpredictable?

I am a person of habits and the slightest amount of change disturbs me.  The change from being Miss to being Mrs., the change from being called didi to being called bhabhi, the change from being free to being married is surely gonna be one hell of a change. How can they expect me to be ready for it? What’s with the world?

I am not saying that I don’t believe in the institution of marriage. I do but till now it was someone else’s institution.  I had heard about it, read about it, witnessed it but I was never ready for it. I was a mere spectator.  Now, I am at the center stage.

I have this fear that very soon life will change forever. And change it will! Will that change be good? Well, I don’t know.

But, I have a plan of action. I would do everything I ever wanted to do in life.  I would go for a road trip covering the length and breadth of the country; I would spend one whole night at a beach; I would run the full marathon (on second thoughts, maybe a half marathon..heck, whatever); I would eat junk food one full night without feeling guilty; I would learn bartending, I would get a portrait done of myself..and possibly go to Vegas!

So, at some level am I getting ready? Well, yeah, maybe unknowingly I am.

Source : Zindagi na milegi doobara..

Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya 
Jab ghum ka saya lehraya 
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya 
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya 
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya 
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai 
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai  


Yeh jo gehre sannaate hain 
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain 
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa 
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa 
Aankh teri bekaar hi namm hai 
Har pal ek naya mausam hai 
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai 
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai 

"The" blackberry craze!

Supposedly, the basic function of a phone is to make and receive calls.  And, that is exactly what I don’t do with my blackberry (read ‘little devil’). I hate to receive calls. But the moment the tiny little thing on my cell blinks (for all technical discussion, I would call it as panic button), I have to compulsively see why it is blinking. If there is a disease called as blackberry mania, I think I am its worst sufferer. 

It all started very gradually. I still remember the day my dad bought me the little devil. I was in absolute love with it, but did not even bother to get the much talked about blackberry services activated on it.  As I am not too fond of receiving calls, the little devil pretty much used to work under my command. I used to pick it up only when I had to make calls. Life was good! I used to sleep peacefully. Aah, the little pleasures of life!

 And then came the fateful day! I was cajoled to get the blackberry services activated on the devil. I succumbed to the peer pressure and bam, one fine day I got them activated. I configured my personal and official mail on it, downloaded Google talk and started adding friends on the “BBM”. Little did I know then that my life was about to change for good. It was almost like a love affair. I was practically hooked to the devil almost through the day and started spending my nights with it. But, I was sure that my infatuation would end in a couple of months.  The lust does not last longer than that, isn’t it? I did not know I was so wrong.

As days passed by, I was all the more attracted to it. I started carrying it everywhere I used to go. My morning regime of reading newspaper in the loo went for a toss.  Knowing fully well that my little devil cannot withstand water, still I could not resist the temptation of carrying it to the bathroom.  My devil started accompanying me to office’s meetings, friends’ places, pubs..every place I can possibly think of.  And, it did not end there. I developed the obsession of replying back to every ping, mail and pin! I was extremely well connected with all my acquaintances and my real friends started drifting apart. But, I could not care less. I had my angel (oops devil) with me. I could not keep my hands and eyes off my devil. I was so glued to it. I stopped wearing those trousers which did not have pockets. I was so possessive of it; I did not want any distance between us. By now, I was completely sure that I could not think of a life without it. I was still very happy.

But of late, this devil has started bossing me around. Now, I am extremely captivated by it. My fingers hurt but I can’t stop typing. I have to look at the panic button after every 2 minutes to see if my devil is calling me.  Even if my boss is sitting right across the table, I can’t stop myself from taking orders from my real master.  Almost every night, I get up from my peaceful sleep just for a glimpse of my devil.

Now that the things are completely out of my control, I have started practicing celibacy. I keep the devil away from my sight and make promises with my soul that I won’t touch it for next 15 minutes. But, I fail miserably.  It rules my brain, eyes, hands and soul.

For the love of the Lord, someone please treat my mania!

Work Laugh

Scientists have discovered a new form of laughter. They claim whether we agree or not, we all (salaried people) seem to have something called as “Work Laugh”! It is loud, abrupt, achy and strictly displayed at one’s work place. More often than not, the person making this noise does it involuntarily. It is definitely not the best medicine but it is a remedy…remedy to boss’s silly jokes.

Some of the attributes of this strange noise are:

1. Its occurrence and intensity are directly proportional to the hierarchy in an organization. The higher the position of the person cracking a lame joke, the frequent and louder it becomes.
2. This sound is never made on a lighter note. It is strenuous both physically and mentally, to say the least. For better impact, some people also believe in shaking their whole bodies while making this creepy sound.
3. It has been observed that it is never continuous. Rather, it is intermittent.
4. On a positive side, it can be viewed as a form of exercise. Hence, if one makes this noise for 10 minutes every day, one can successfully burn a lot of calories; the exact amount is still unknown.

My take on the same? Oh, I don't know. I am a hard core technologist, I prefer using the word "Lol". And, for displaying more intensity, I get away by increasing the number of O's in Lol.

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A lot has already been said and written about her.

Her beauty is all encompassing. She is a little dirty but we can let it pass.

She is amazingly kind towards poor. But, she herself is very rich. People may call her a brat.

She has loved, accepted and shown her motherly affection towards many. But at times, she has been brutally hurt by many.

She deals with a lot of problems everyday but with a smile on her face. She never complains.

She loves rains. But she is warm from inside.

She has many friends from all strata of society; yet she craves for more attention.

She is very powerful. But she believes in ahimsa.

Sometimes, she likes to be pretentious. But she is true to her roots.

She is very high maintenance, but she is not picky.

She has a lot of dazzling colors on her body. Yet she is humble.

She feeds you if you are hungry but makes you work hard..real hard.

She can be cruel but she chooses to be sympathetic towards one and all.

She is wise like an old lady but is as gullible as a kid! People misuse her because of her innocence, but she forgives and forgets. Taking revenge is not what she endorses.

She has loved me, embraced me but has never asked for anything in return.

She is secular in the truest sense of the word. But anyone who sees her claims his rights over her.

She makes you fall in love with her over and over. 

She is my city, the city of Bombay (oops Mumbai!)