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Monday, May 26, 2008

I Promised Romance....

...so even if romance is not my territory, here I am. Blame it on the unexpected May rains that are constantly hitting Delhi-Gurgaon - not in a positive way, but in a depressing-nostalgic-blue-gloomy-'what the hell !' way. Rains always do this to me, I get all depressed and then I get restless. Song in the background-'Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down' by The Carpenters - inspired by many bloggers who write backdrop songs for every posts. Thank you!!! Anyway, getting back to romance...My association with romance is limited. I am one of those - all adjectives courtesy my close friends - 'snobs in the air', 'date-lazy', 'highly opinionated', 'commitment phobic' and 'unapproachable' women you've heard about. I am either too busy in whateverrrr that I hardly notice guys/men or even once in a rare while when I do like someone, he has to - has to -has to be married. I've always had this thing for older men, sigh. So all in all I am an expert in unrequited love where there is never a future to fantasize about. And long lived romance doesn't agree with me. Period.

With all that I have felt and experienced, because I promised a post about Rohhmance and because it is raining outside, I am tempted to write about the things I like about romance, about being in love. No doubt this post will serve as a 'notes to myself' kind of thingy and it is more or less like a laundry list, but what the hell! Here I go...

  • The state of constant trance
  • Holding hands
  • Secret Jokes that only you two share
  • Locking eyes for long 4/5 sec when in a group and then smiling
  • Stolen Kisses in elevator/parking lot/dressing rooms in malls
  • Crazy pictures you take on every occasion and every non-occasion
  • Remembering all dates without any aid - you just get clever with romance
  • The new impractical, irrational and crazy you
  • Blushing (Well, sometimes)
  • The no-harm-intended caresses that are anything but harmless :)
  • The sincere appreciation that you get on your lamest possible creation - cooking, idea, text msg
  • Sharing a slice of pizza from last night
  • Constantly saying silly yet important things "Dinner's awful. I love you. The day was a bitch. Lowe you. Vegetables kill. I loooooove you. I'll skip work tomorrow. I lurv you. Blah Blah Blah. I love you."
  • Dressing up -with and extra effort - and actually enjoying it
  • Feeing his gaze on you when you are among friends
  • Watching him sleep
  • Counting his heart beats
  • Wearing his perfume
  • Roaming around in his clothes - over sized, full of his feel and warmness
  • Collecting the otherwise senseless stuff that suddenly comes in the 'collectibles' category - like chocolate wrappers and restaurant bills
  • A new emotion called insecurity (better when it is from the other side)
  • Finally, as someone has said "One of the best things about love is just recognizing a man's step when he climbs the stairs."
That's it I guess. Is it very unlike me? hmmm...did I ever tell you about my schizophrenia? This is my 'other' self. I call her Trish. Trish wrote this. Not me.
Next time I will give a full description of Trish, or maybe she'll again take over and gloat about herself on my blog - she knows all the passwords. So off I go to pull over the blinds, its raining outside again.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Paintings by Kids

-(Not mine - the Paintings, neither the Kids)
"Who the hell makes a living by painting?" was what my parents yelled at me when I expressed the wish to be a painter when I grow up. I was 12 years of age - and fairly dumb as compared to 12 year olds of today - and had completely irritated my mom and dad with the becoming-a-painter thingy. They were scared like hell that their first born would be nothing more than a shabby shady backstreet painter who is high on dope throughout the day and whose only reason to be born is to dream and paint. (Tempting, huh?) I wanted to be one of those easy going - life enjoying 'artistic' people so that rather than worrying about demeaning things like money and career and studies, I could be happily settled in colors and dreams. But noooooo. Life has to have a different agenda!! I got all worked up with the career thingy and goodbye happy life of a painter!!

I have long given up on that dream and I'm in the Advertising World and I behave like I am using my 'creativity' to its most. That's average life for you. Sigh. Anyway, that's not the point of this post - and yes, this one has a point after all, thank you. So I went to this Mall called Ambiance Mall in Gurgaon and as soon as the elevator gates opened, I was exposed to an array of colorful pictures, canvases and even clay pottery all over! A creative workshop was being conducted and was amazed to see the bright paintings by little children that were showcased there. Lots of children were excitedly rubbing crayons on paper and making their imagination alive. A truely amazing site. I lurked around for a lot of time and had small chats with a few kids. Strangely none of them wanted to become a 'painter' when they grow up. The answers ranged form teacher to astronaut to Doctor to dancer...but no painter. Sad. Wonder if this is what we call being mature...or maybe materialistic? Whateverrrr happened to the dreamer breed? Are they not manufacturing it any more? Hello? Hmph. Besides this fact, a few of the paintings were really interesting and it is a crime not to share it with you. So I went click-click and here you go...
(lemmi know which one of these should win)


Paintings by Kids

Paintings by Kids

Paintings by KidsPaintings by Kids

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Predict-Everyone’s-Future Day

I have survived a 3rd degree sun burn while rafting, I have emerged from a ‘who am I?’ kind of reflective phase and have dealt with a bitch from a client company. The only good things being the fun I had on the raft and a special interest. (Okay I won’t say more about it). All in all the month has been a bitch. So here I am with one more of my mean-est cruel-est and hyper-dramatic posts. This is not an original idea, let me confess. My creative director, Shubho, Gave me this idea. This is about celebrating a day of predicting everyone’s future as you see it. No homework required. Just take a deep breath and start talking. Trust me!

Well, I’ll start with my own future prediction, courtesy Shubho. No matter how much I hate being so serious about myself and hate bringing up the subject “ME!!” all the time, I can’t seem to help it often. Anyway, I have to start with someone so it’s me. Without giving any special treatment to my future, here’s my funny yet strange prediction. If there is a sad-strange-discomforting thing about it, I've made myself believe that people around me barely know the ‘real’ me. The prediction: No matter how big or small I think about my future and what rules I have in life, I will finally land up in a big plush house in GK-2, Delhi (right behind M-Block) with a very loving husband and a bright kid. The life of insane richness and luxury- I will have a big social circle. At 40, I will say ‘I hate Indians!’ and move to the Bahamas for a year or two and live a life of complete bliss. At 60 I will have a nervous breakdown, when the most expensive doctors of the world will give me most expensive therapies but it won’t help – I will scream that all my life I’ve been a people’s person, I’ve been smiling, being super good with people, working hard, trying to make people happy, being bubbly, being a good friend but actually, I hate people and all I ever wanted to do was to kill people. And then, with all therapies failing, I will go about killing people.

(Cruel laughter)Okay, that’s it for my illusive future. It is fun to predict future for people, and it really is fun. No science.

Okay so here we go – some examples and some guidelines.
Abhishek, my really good friend and colleague, has a future prediction too. A little background – he is generally a happy go lucky chap. Very ambitious and passionate. Very popular among girls as well. Prediction for him is – one night, between hailstorm and thunder, there will be a knock on my posh GK-2 house. On opening the door I will see a dishevelled and drunk guy, with overgrown beard and long unkempt hair, falling down on my doorsteps. Abhishek. He will look up and say “Adi, It’s not working out!” and will pass out. Hahahah. Abhishek was so alarmed all of a sudden on listening to this one and in a low voice, he asked me ‘Why such a disaster for me?’ lol
A college friend, Vibha, who, like me, always wanted to get into the Advertising world and pretended to be with me in the search of internships and/or contacts in the ad world and one day went and joined Mudra all alone without even caring to tell me about her lucky chance and my disaster. She ditched me. She apologised later after getting drunk in a college party and we were laughing and talking again. For some reason, she was forced to leave the internship in less than 2 months on account of her ‘unhealthy’ attitude and – her story – a senior guy prepositioning her bluntly on the face by asking her to sleep with him. No, I don’t believe it either. (Deep breath) Too much for the background. She is working in some bank now and we still talk on phone once in a while. Today was her turn for my prediction and obviously she begged to listen to it and I started off. ‘You will make it big in the Ad World even if you have stopped thinking about it. You will get this fat chance after your marriage. Maybe you’ll get married to the guy who sacked you for not sleeping with him, after his divorce? Anyway, the world will realize that your talent towards advertising is beyond compare. You will rule the Ad World. You will be the ‘next big thing’ in Advertising and I, being in advertising world already, will proudly tell people about our strong bond and old days when we started off by searching for internships. How nice, isn’t it?’

She had to go somewhere urgently so she didn’t answer and excused herself.
Another friend, who has had a much talked about breakup recently and hooked up with a random guy almost the next second, was with me for a coffee. I wanted to do some general bitching, not thinking about predictions when she started telling me about this tarot card reading she got recently. That was my golden chance. God of cheap thrills was helping me. So her prediction was – ‘You will make up with your first boyfriend – who is my friend as well – because there will be no one else left in our age brackets that you didn’t date. Both of you will live together and rekindle the fire but will be afraid to commit marriage. You will live in Hyderabad (dunno where it came from!) with 2 kids, but unmarried and will be iconic single parents (Single parents here means both together but not married, so both single, correct? Correct.) A happy life.’ I think I got her thinking. I tell you, I can rake some sleeping brains at times with my brilliant insights. She called up the guy (1st boyfriend) that night and of what I know, they are on considering getting back already. Oh, I am the home-maker of the year! Thankyou!
Then I went o get a sun-burn moisturizer from a shop near my office, where I told the shopkeeper that I see his own aryurvedic products earning him a lot of money. At planet-M, I told the guy that he will be a picked up in some band soon but he will have to look out for back-stabbers and avoid them. He looked pleased and already alert. At the FCUK store in Ambiance Mall, Guragon, the hideous choice of the girl there made me tell her that she will end up sewing her own clothes when she is 30 years of age. She went red in the cheeks and I escaped that very second before she could strangle me with a slimy snake-ish yellow-silvery fur top thingy she was recommending for me. Aagrh!
Some random predictions made people happy, like ‘you’ll get a husband like Garfield’ made my roomie Sheetal shout with glee and kiss me, ‘You’ll probably go to the Himalayas with nothing but a huge carton of Wills Milds and will achieve nirvana’ made another colleague of mine feel in terms with a sucking job and laugh after like 14 hours, while some– okay more than half – predictions made people think deeply and left them confused. Example: ‘Schizophrenia is your future. You’ll have 2 split personalities – one of a small senseless girl and another of a spaced out old lady- which will show conflict in all your decisions’, that made the same bitch I mentioned really mad at me. She probably figured out what I was pointing at. Hehe. Serves her good. Silly people. And I am anyway not known for my compassion.
Anyway I had my fun. The sadist pleasure I got is beyond compare. Hehe. Now you also go ahead and observe and offer predictions to people – to everyone you meet. Be funny and be mean, sound convincing and intellectual and have fun and thank me. And I promise y' all to write about romance in my next post. :)