Tuesday, October 14, 2008

happy birthday to me

yesterday i turned a year old.....and i really had a nice birthday.....some unexpected ppl remembered my birthday and it was just so sweet of him to remember it....then my lovely frnd ohe buki called.....her calls are always so special......i went, as always to a sai mandir and then went to a guy so that he could disinfect my lappy....moron was asking a hefty price so i just ran away from the shop.....lol...later i went on a promised bike ride and then to mc'd favourite thing on earth.....my frnds threw a surprise cake cutting ceremony.....
on 19Th planning for a big Chinese party....and a speciality would be Singaporean noodles for ohe buki..........

Monday, October 13, 2008

boys are stupid

Meredith: You should take something.
Cristina: Drugs are for babies.
Izzie: I hate Alex.
Cristina: And the non sequitur award goes to...
Izzie: I’m sorry, but I hate Alex.
Meredith: I broke up with Derek.
Cristina: Burke wants to have a relationship.
Izzie: Boys are stupid.
Cristina: Yep.

Boys are stupid--- a fact people .It’s something guy’s need to accept. Well they are stupid. They don’t understand hints; they sometimes get mean when you try to be very caring….

The word ‘chipku’ comes out… and they say wrong things at the wrong time.

They are not even sensitive…well sometimes they are but most of the times they…you put words in their mouth actually. Morons.

You become a caring friend they would question that,

You give them space they question that as well…

In a relationship you ask for a break for a little while and they are on your nerves…

You say sorry and they behave like… an ass…

You smile as a friend they ask you out

You refuse and they go on bitching about you…

Sometimes stupidity is so much that they can’t see the difference between something abstract and something real. How difficult is it to see that.
How difficult is to accept your faults…
How difficult is to accept an apology and mend things….but no they won’t. That when the whole male ego crap shoots out… idiots… as if we don’t have it. So when we start showing it we are termed as girls having some attitude.

Not all guys are stupid. Exceptions are there. Although I haven’t met any till now who haven’t shown the boyish stupidity…

Brothers:: well they are stupid as well…they irritate the hell out of you…they never stop irritating you… and man if you scream at them, then you become my not so favorites sis…and baba rakhi ke din…kya attitude mae rehte hai…non sense.
Major guys have the commitment issues. They run away the time you whisper marriage. Live in is what they desire. Are we living in US or something?

The formula to identify this syndrome:

Don’t say right things at the right time + lethargic
---------------------------------------------------------- = stupidity
Ego+ rash mind+ never take what ‘we’ say

Hence proved

Saturday, October 11, 2008


winters have crert in and as all my near dear and loved onse knows.......its time for hibernation.....so now i'd be sleeping all the time and stop thinking all the crap.....i have'nt started studying yet....3rd year is turning out to ne hell........my b'day in 2 day and i hope i aint lethargic on that day.....and confession i have lefted other imposed ban on non veg after two years...had chilen tikka...it did hurt a bit inntionally, but y to bother.past has to b locked forcefully as it does effect your present....latter the taste went on well...but i did feel guilty abt it...for just a min.....2 years idioticallyi tried and well nothing..........this is for ohe buke....im expecting a call from singpore on 13th babe.........kidding

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

pick me. choose me . love me.

Meredith: I lied. I'm not...out...of this relationship. I'm in. I'm so in, it's humiliating, because here I am, begging--
Derek: Mere--
Meredith: Just...shut up. You say Meredith and I yell, remember?
Derek: Yeah.
Meredith: OK, Here it is. Your choice, it's simple. Her or me. And I'm sure she's really great. But Derek...I love you. In a really, really big...pretend to like your taste in music... let you eat the last piece of cheesecake... hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window... unfortunate way that makes me hate you...love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.

So funny question…does love really makes us beg? Hmm what would I do? Funny question again….self respect is so important for majority of people actually; I am not an exception to it at all. I can never do or act something which could be against my self respect…but love makes you do stupid stuff…
Now dats a fact that every one knows ;-)
So coming back, possibilities of saying stuff, what Meredith says to Derek, in my case….
It’s very hypothetical actually what if there is someone whom I love a lot, so much that I feel he is the one. The one…I guess I would be chanting the same lines… no matter what happens; no matter if he tells me to get lost…but it would be like the one last chance being honest to him, one last chance to let out all your desperation…last chance to tell ‘I know there will or is a women in your life but no one can love you the way I have.’
Love is desperate…
And what if the line works and the guy says ‘man I love you too’… that’s a great day for everyone…lol

Meredith: [to Derek, who is standing behind her] I miss you. [Derek moves closer and sniffs her hair.]
Derek: I can't.

Friday, October 3, 2008

greys, moments, firsts and love

Meredith: Hey.
Derek: Hey. You almost died today.
Meredith: Yeah, I almost died today. [Derek is at a loss for words and starts heading to the door] I can't, I can't remember our last kiss. All I could think about was I'm going to die today and I can't remember our last kiss. Which, is pathetic but the last time we were together and happy, I... want to be able to remember that, and I can't. I can't remember.
Derek: I'm glad you didn't die today. [Starts to leave but stops] It was a Thursday morning, you were wearing that ratty little 'Dartmouth' T-shirt you look so good in, the one with the hole at the back of the neck. You'd just washed you hair and you smelled like some kind of...flower. I was running late for surgery, you said you were going to see me later, and you lean to me, put you hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick. Kind of like a habit. You know, like we'd do it everyday for the rest of our lives. And you went back to reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed. [Derek starts to leave]
Meredith: Lavender. My hair smelled like lavender...from my conditioner.
Derek: Lavender. Huh. [Smiles then leaves]

Meredith: Just leave me alone.
Derek: I just want to make sure you're alright.
Meredith: No! I'm not alright? Okay? Are you satisfied? I'm not alright. Because you have a wife, and you call me a whore, and our dog died, and now you're looking at me. Stop looking at me.
Derek: I am not looking at you. I am not looking at you.
Meredith: You are looking at me. And you watch me. And Finn has plans. And I like Finn. He's perfect for me, and I'm really trying here to be happy, and I can't breathe. I can't breathe with you looking at me like that so just stop!
Derek: Do you think I want to look at you? That I wouldn't rather be looking at my wife? I'm married. I have responsibilities. She, she doesn't drive me crazy. She doesn't make it impossible for me to feel normal. She doesn't make me sick to my stomach thinking about my veterinarian touching her with his hands. Man, I would give anything not to be looking at you.

There are certain moments in your life that defines you. Certain moments you wish to remember the rest of your life, even if they were full of pain. The above lines kind of defines so much…it says so much…it is very easy to fall for someone, equally difficult to totally tailor him away from your life… you lie to yourself every day every night cause it doesn’t hurt you, but when the truth dawns on you it is suffocating. You tend not do so many things, you tend to tell every one around you that you are aright. But the truth is you are not alright. You are desperate to be….but you are not…
These moments are stitched to you; they are inseparable from your soul, from your mind. These moments define you. But, what about the painful moments? Moments which bring tear to your eyes, which makes you wish they never had become moments? What about them? How can one escape those memories which you wish to fade but they don’t?
When you are about to die, you would perhaps just remember one of the series of moments, it troubles me which one it would be…happy ones or sad?
Well you would say too early to think all this, but life is unexpected. You don’t know what will happen to you the next second. We aren’t any sage. We are normal beings who require affection and care. We always hope for someone to come in our lives. Someone…so many characteristics to it. He should be tall, fair, smart, an intellect, and a gentleman. But above all this superficial stuff, we crave for warmth, a touch of love. Difficult to have it all actually. Moments with your someone, is always full of memories, some sweet, some romantic some ugly and some so teary…that you wish it never happened.
Writing scrapbook always is fun, and there is always a spot which says define love…love for some is all the filmy stuff. For some it is unsaid and undefined. Then there are some for whom its always about money but for few its an enchanting feeling; feeling like no other. The kind of relationship Meredith and Derek share in the US sitcom Grey’s Anatomy is what love means to me. No matter how far you stretch away, one can never get out of it. Love surely happens n number of times, but there is one soul mate, one true love. Lucky individual happen to spend their life with them few don’t. And it is surely an agonizing time.
So coming back to the original stuff…moments…which ones are precious? Happy ones or sad? With family or with the loved one? Again too early, perhaps you would never really know. The truth would dawn on you when one is just about to say good bye to this world…till then it would be a mystery…
It was very fascinating to me while growing up that why are the first things so special? Like the first time you started to walk (our moms are the only people who could tell us that), the first time you said ‘ma’, first day to school, first crush, date, boyfriend, kiss. Love etc. it’s because we would not know the feeling surrounding it. It’s like an alien surrounding, which one has never entered. And the feeling upon trespassing is like no other. But when it happens the next time you already know how it feels. These firsts also are some precious moments.
What about those days which you wish never arrived, people you wish never came in your life…tricky. Now you can’t change that fact, so the solution is to accept it. But, then it’s difficult to accept it. As difficult to accept that you are wrong. Its nice to realize your wrongs early so that you could fix them up, but most of the time the realisation comes when the destruction has already been done…what a moment it would be to know that now things can never be changed again…
One of my friends got dumped recently and it was not a nice thing see her like that. So all night long she would tell me her ‘moments’ all negative ones she could remember at that time…after a week, she just remembered the nice ones the best ones with him. She said to me ‘although I got dumped but I will never be able to replace the amazing time I spent with him.’ so now she would remember the happier times with him. Good for her, but not every one is like her, we all after a break up tend to criticize the other one. I think that isn’t a great thing to do. What would one get criticizing her ex; I’d treasure all the memories and save it forever. As it defined me. To some it all;
Every day is precious,
Every day has a moment.
Moment’s make a lifetime…
….being in love is a moment
Being away from it also is a moment.
The firsts are moments
The last are as well.
So live life and define it.
Never criticize someone
Because someone would be doing
That to you as well.
And always be welcoming…..
When you meet someone
After years
Someone very dear,It would be a moment of your lifetime

Thursday, October 2, 2008

stop staring

You said that it
Was over,
And now,
You are trying to come closer.
Stop staring,
Stop breathing
Into my life again.

The blame game is over.
And you know
That I won the battle
In front of your mate.
The one who is swinging
Round you.
On this date.

You said that it
Was over,
And now,
You are trying to come closer.
Stop staring,
Stop breathing
Into my life again.

You wanted to run
Like always.
This time I didn’t
Stop you.
Tiered going around a maze.

Happier time with you are
Long over.
They are just so gone.
Be happy with your
Blond mate.
The one who is swinging
Round you.
On this date

You said that it
Was over,
And now,
You are trying to come closer.
Stop staring,
Stop breathing
Into my life again.


for the past one fortnight i have been into medicines...one stupid thing will get over and the other would crop up.....there is no newspaper in my pg and that is also very irritating...i dont get to know whats going around me......my life presently is so monotonous that it smells stale....im craving to go home, craving to meet new people......the only thing which keeps me going is this internet...without wish i would probably hit myself on the wall