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Last one month has been very eventful, particularly for me. First YSR goes missing, followed by my Birthday, then a 4 day long DSN course (Art of Living), Dance Premier League (DPL) auditions, movie releases, my boss leaves for Singapore for 2 whole weeks, Jayapradha in tears, Purvi won a cycle for herself and finally a trip to Nagpur (Official cum social). Too much for a person to handle, isn’t it?
Especially the YSR chapter. It was such an eye opener, both spiritually and socially. Wondering what I am talking about?
Spiritual Side: No matter what position/ power you are at, you can not escape death.
Social Side: “My friends cared for YSR more than me”. They even forgot to wish me on my b’day.
This is what happened when Vani called me towards the dusk of 3rd September.
Vani: “Hi! Happy B’day”
Me: Thanx, but why didn’t you call me last night. I was expecting your call
V: Yaar! YSR is missing. I was tensed
M: So tensed that you forgot about my B’day
V: He is our CM. I am concerned about him. I was glued to TV all night watching the news and trying to figure out what possibly could have happened. And most importantly will it be declared an off tomorrow?
M: Oh! That’s sad. But what is the scene now? I mean, after the news that he is dead.
V: Ah! Pretty much what I expected. It’s a holiday. I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I didn’t like YSR much. I preferred Chandrababu Naidu. But that does not mean that God had to kill him for this.
This was followed by my B’day. I had the most amazing b’day this time. The excitement of my B’day is directly related to the gifts I get. (Yes! It still does matter).
Then I was busy doing an Art of Living course, which I am not gonna talk about. Not because I am bored but coz I do not have words to pen down my experience. Those who have done their DSN, I did it with Anand Rajendraji. It was ekdam Jhakaassss
Okay! I am not gonna make this post long and boring. To cut long things short, following are one liner about the eventful month:
• Purvi (My extended room mate) won a cycle for herself out of raffle ticket (Can you believe it? Such things never happen to anyone closely or distantly related to me. Maybe this means that the curse has been removed). We were just very busy making plans of where all to go cycling and following a healthy life style by commuting to work on it, when we were told that we wont be allowed to keep it in our Hostel. She had to sell it off the very next day she got it.
• I auditioned for DPL. You’ll see it on air in the near future, so I am not gonna talk about it much
• My boss left for Singapore for 2 whole weeks. Do you even know what that mean?
• I’ll be leaving for Nagpur tonight. This is more of a vacation than an official trip. Here is what happened:
Boss: Deepali, you have to make a visit to Butibori and Hingna next week.
Deepali: (I am too lazy for any visits) Sir, I have some personall commitments. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it
Matter closed
Deepali, checks online and figures out that these 2 places are very close to Ritu’s (My old roommate and very close friend) house.
Deepali: Sir, I have decided to give my personal commitments a back seat and go for the visit
Boss: (What a dedicated employee)
- Rest when I get back. Keep visiting
Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
I hate Albums
Albums…no.. albums. Yeah, albums. I hate albums. Especially if they do not belong to me.
I hate them so much, that I have even stopped visiting my friends and relatives. Here is what happened when I last visited a friend’s place. (name kept confidential to prevent the person’s identity)
It all started because Prachi (Lets say), my friend wanted to take a whole lifetime to get dressed for dinner. I being the punctual person, reached bang on time to discover she had just gone to take a bath. After she slammed the bathroom door shut, I turned towards the Femina magazine lying around and buried myself deep into it. I still cannot fathom what made her mother to think that I was bored. She walked up to me, with something that seemed like a pillow from a far.
“You have not seen Viren’s marriage photographs have you?”
Viren was Prachi’s brother (or sister? Can never tell). I hated him. One he wasn’t that cool that he thought himself to be, and two he hated me coz he thought I was the reason behind his sister’s low grades.
Even before I could lie that I had seen it before, and liked it, she was beside me on the couch. She was excited and understandably so. Viren was her only son and his marriage was probably her biggest single achievement in life. But why the &^%$ did she think I would be interested, I would never know.
“Nice couple, heyn?” She asked.
“Yeah. They look so happy at the moment. Poor Chap! Doesn’t know what’s in store for him,” I said. I got a cold stare, but the torture went one.
Pointing to a picture of a man and woman who looked like they were straight out of X-Files, she said: “That is his in-laws. Nice people. They even bought me a saree.”
“Wow. Great.”
“Ho… you should see the color of the saree. It is amazing. You don’t get these colors south of Baroda. Will show you the saree next time, I washed it in the morning and it might be wet.”
I let out a sigh. It was a close shave.
“Or would you want to come to the terrace?”
“No aunty, that is fine. Prachi has anyways come out,” I blurted out in sheer desperation. She was my ticket to freedom, and I was going to use her as a human shield wherever necessary.
By now, Prachi had come out. She saw me looking thro’ the album, and shouted at the top of her voice: “Mama, show her the one where I am wearing the pink lehanga. Ohh…Deeps that’s a killer.”
I tell you, it’s a sin to be punctual in this era
I hate them so much, that I have even stopped visiting my friends and relatives. Here is what happened when I last visited a friend’s place. (name kept confidential to prevent the person’s identity)
It all started because Prachi (Lets say), my friend wanted to take a whole lifetime to get dressed for dinner. I being the punctual person, reached bang on time to discover she had just gone to take a bath. After she slammed the bathroom door shut, I turned towards the Femina magazine lying around and buried myself deep into it. I still cannot fathom what made her mother to think that I was bored. She walked up to me, with something that seemed like a pillow from a far.
“You have not seen Viren’s marriage photographs have you?”
Viren was Prachi’s brother (or sister? Can never tell). I hated him. One he wasn’t that cool that he thought himself to be, and two he hated me coz he thought I was the reason behind his sister’s low grades.
Even before I could lie that I had seen it before, and liked it, she was beside me on the couch. She was excited and understandably so. Viren was her only son and his marriage was probably her biggest single achievement in life. But why the &^%$ did she think I would be interested, I would never know.
“Nice couple, heyn?” She asked.
“Yeah. They look so happy at the moment. Poor Chap! Doesn’t know what’s in store for him,” I said. I got a cold stare, but the torture went one.
Pointing to a picture of a man and woman who looked like they were straight out of X-Files, she said: “That is his in-laws. Nice people. They even bought me a saree.”
“Wow. Great.”
“Ho… you should see the color of the saree. It is amazing. You don’t get these colors south of Baroda. Will show you the saree next time, I washed it in the morning and it might be wet.”
I let out a sigh. It was a close shave.
“Or would you want to come to the terrace?”
“No aunty, that is fine. Prachi has anyways come out,” I blurted out in sheer desperation. She was my ticket to freedom, and I was going to use her as a human shield wherever necessary.
By now, Prachi had come out. She saw me looking thro’ the album, and shouted at the top of her voice: “Mama, show her the one where I am wearing the pink lehanga. Ohh…Deeps that’s a killer.”
I tell you, it’s a sin to be punctual in this era
Thursday, August 27, 2009
18 Till I Die
Yesterday, while filling up a form, I had to tick beside the check box of age group 18- 24. That is when it struck me, I am gonna be 24 and in a year I’ll be checking in 25-30 Years Age Group. As if somebody just smacked me with a bulky and solid rod of reality leaving me spell bound. I went into flash back trying to figure out, where I lost my years from 18 to 23.
Time seems to have stopped when I was 18. It was just yesterday when we had those sleepless nights one day before exams, when we were bumped out of class for being naughty, when we would lie to our parents for catching up with friends, bunking classes for watching movie on the first day, line up outside Principal’s office, those morning assemblies, morning prayers, House on duty, wrong uniform line, forging parents signatures on report cards, promising ourselves to perform better next time, gossip sessions outside cycle stand for hours after school, punctured tires, ripped seats, wet paper ball games, evening tutorials, preparing time tables one month before exams, re-scheduling time table every day, messed up room, yelling mom, no sense of responsibility, secret crushes, borrowing money from friends to lend another friend, spending more time in canteen/ foot ball ground than in classes yet giving lectures to juniors on importance of attending class, tension before results, declaration of results, comparing marks, promoted to next year, parties, night outs… blah blah blah…. I can go non-stop but that’s not what this post is about.
I have all these memories so clear in my mind that I seem not to have grown beyond 18. I have never thought of myself as a working woman, always considered myself as a kid. I am still the same as I was 6 years back (not including the extra kilos), only with some sense in my, then, empty head; an ounce of responsibility and slight maturity.
I have always known my age but it’s only when those small irritating kids of passengers travelling with you call you “Aunty” that you realize you are no more 18. In 6 days I’ll be 24. Where did time fly, where was I all this while. Is this some kind of time- travel, or was I sleeping while growing old and putting on weight? I guess when they say “a person is as old as he feels” holds true. Can’t believe I am saying this coz when I was 18 and someone said:
“Age is what you feel it to be”, I would say “yeah right!!! Grow up!!!”
When they would say, “That man never grows old who keeps a child in his heart”, I would say, “Cut the crap!!!”
Well! I was naïve back then. And Now:
“Wanna stay young for the rest of my life,
Never say “no”- try everything twice,
Till the angles come, and ask me to fly,
I’m gonna be 18, till I die.”
---- Brian Adams
It’s very difficult for me to grow old coz I have a child alive in me, I have a heart full of love in me. As I grow old I realize that I love those most whom I loved first, my family (that includes Mishti). Age is merely an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. Plus I can’t stop time. Everybody is bound to grow old, but we have an option of staying young.
“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
---- some wise person
Time seems to have stopped when I was 18. It was just yesterday when we had those sleepless nights one day before exams, when we were bumped out of class for being naughty, when we would lie to our parents for catching up with friends, bunking classes for watching movie on the first day, line up outside Principal’s office, those morning assemblies, morning prayers, House on duty, wrong uniform line, forging parents signatures on report cards, promising ourselves to perform better next time, gossip sessions outside cycle stand for hours after school, punctured tires, ripped seats, wet paper ball games, evening tutorials, preparing time tables one month before exams, re-scheduling time table every day, messed up room, yelling mom, no sense of responsibility, secret crushes, borrowing money from friends to lend another friend, spending more time in canteen/ foot ball ground than in classes yet giving lectures to juniors on importance of attending class, tension before results, declaration of results, comparing marks, promoted to next year, parties, night outs… blah blah blah…. I can go non-stop but that’s not what this post is about.
I have all these memories so clear in my mind that I seem not to have grown beyond 18. I have never thought of myself as a working woman, always considered myself as a kid. I am still the same as I was 6 years back (not including the extra kilos), only with some sense in my, then, empty head; an ounce of responsibility and slight maturity.
I have always known my age but it’s only when those small irritating kids of passengers travelling with you call you “Aunty” that you realize you are no more 18. In 6 days I’ll be 24. Where did time fly, where was I all this while. Is this some kind of time- travel, or was I sleeping while growing old and putting on weight? I guess when they say “a person is as old as he feels” holds true. Can’t believe I am saying this coz when I was 18 and someone said:
“Age is what you feel it to be”, I would say “yeah right!!! Grow up!!!”
When they would say, “That man never grows old who keeps a child in his heart”, I would say, “Cut the crap!!!”
Well! I was naïve back then. And Now:
“Wanna stay young for the rest of my life,
Never say “no”- try everything twice,
Till the angles come, and ask me to fly,
I’m gonna be 18, till I die.”
---- Brian Adams
It’s very difficult for me to grow old coz I have a child alive in me, I have a heart full of love in me. As I grow old I realize that I love those most whom I loved first, my family (that includes Mishti). Age is merely an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. Plus I can’t stop time. Everybody is bound to grow old, but we have an option of staying young.
“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
---- some wise person
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