Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Two awards and a tag....from Dude LEB



Thanks LEB for the tag and the awards……okey, straight to business…….


1.What is your current obsession ?
Reading classics, and the Car I plan to buy this year in India.

2. What are you wearing today?
Candy Blue Shirt, Navy blue pin stripe flat-front trouser and Dark Blue tie.


3. What’s for dinner?
No Idea. For lunch-Thali at nearby Gujarati Restaurant.


4. What’s the last thing you bought?
 My new HP Laptop.

 5. What are you listening to right now?
Nothing, Just the sound of AC.


6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?
Someone with brilliant Sense of humour.

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
Anywhere in Kerala.


8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?
Its mostly summer here, so AC I guess.


9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Home….to my wife and daughter.

10. Which language do you want to learn?
English-I want to master It. I don’t want to be JACK of all trade.

11. What’s your favourite quote?
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.---------Robert Frost


 12. Who do you want to meet right now?
Wife and kid-of course


13. What is your favourite colour?
Black

14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own closet?
My blue jeans, of course and the kurta my wife gifted me on last vacation.

15. What is your dream job?
To be  chef of my own restaurant, Like Mr.Bachchan in Cheeni-Kum.

16. What’s your favourite magazine?
Pssssttttt…..

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
Flight ticket to Kerala.

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
Tiger woods in Tag heuer ad.
19. Who are your style icons?
Arab men….especially Bahraini men.

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?
Short hair….unkept

21. What are you going to do after this?
go pee..empty my full bladder.

22. What are your favourite movies?
It’s a long list.Wont finish before my bladder could take it.

 24. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without?
Deo, Perfumes, aftershave….

 23. What inspires you ?
Success in any form…

24. Give us three styling tips that always work for you:
Don’t go by the trend….wear what suits you (what you believe suits you).


25. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)?
What kind of question is this…..

26. Coffee or tea?
Both…

27. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
I call wife….or go on a long walk….distraction of any kind helps.

28. What is the meaning of your name?
Lord Shiva

 29. Which other blogs do you love visiting?
All the blogs in my friends list.

30. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
Jalebi

31. Favorite Season ?
Winter

32. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?
Knorr sweet corn soup….


33. My question: What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?


Rules for those who are tagged:Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.

And i tag theeee....People whom i haven't tagged or awarded before...............



Keshi..(Viva forever)
Kavita-My room..(She has an wonderful blog)









Okey...zzzzzzzzzzzzz time again



Thursday, 10 September 2009

Happy wedding anniversary

Today is my 4 th wedding anniversary. Four years back on this day I entered the wedlock by clasping the hands of a young, beautiful but willful lady and walked the stage around a bricked dice of fire.


Our first year of marriage was blissful, but come the second year and I was down with this dangerous disease which could have become fatal but for all the prayers of my family; my wife in particular.

I know I haven’t afforded my wife all that she wished for, having a long wish list, but the saddest moments in my life were to lie on a hospital bed, realizing that so early in her married life I made her see the days of distress. The part of the story **Mai Butivul vaiph** where the protagonist looks at his wife when told by the doctor "" that it may be because of all the prayers of my wife that I am seeing this day"" is alike in my case. It is taken from my life, when during one of the final check-ups, the doctor said something similar to me and I looked at my wife and she had a faint smile on her lips. I have this ability to freeze the moment and capture the instance into my memory album, and that smile on her lips, in slow motion, her lips gently moving nonchalantly, zoomed and focused, is captured for ever. Though the rest of the story is made-up, the feelings and the love I have for her is completely true.


I am so absolutely-totally-utterly-head-over-heel in love with my wife, and I know I run the risk of sounding clich├ęd. We fight all the time when together, over such silly issues like TV channels, but now I don’t even bother to switch it on.We have clashed many times for coffee, but now tea tastes so much better, all because it reminds me of her. We argued all along on many differences, but all of a sudden she has no flaws. We fight and call each other crazy names, but when it comes to a third person , I have seen her fight with all her tooth and nail for me.


And People say love does the strangest of things, I guess it does. It makes a sane man like me, go completely loopy. But then I know it’s the knowledge that you are there in life to make me sane again. To the woman in my life, who takes all my crap, fantasies , and crazy dreams and converts them into veracity, I cant tell you enough how much I love you. Happy wedding anniversary.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Please read these stories- They are GREAT.

I thought I wont write a post in next 6 months, but existential pressures(LOL) have forced me to do so. I had started a story competition and few more entries have poured in.

Aparna: Please read her story. A different take, altogether.

Jyothi: A different take again. A serial script writer in the making. Ekta kapoor watch-out.:D

Neha: Can you believe when she tells you that she hasn’t written much fiction?Read her new story. Awesome.

Thanks to Neha and P for the humane award.It feels GREAT to be a human ( Reminded of ,that is)


I have nothing to write ,but since I have started, I thought I would ramble on.I used to feel GREAT about blogging and my writing, but lately the excitement seems to have left me. The very words that I was so reliant on, has given me the feeling of glumness. Now, this is an attempt to seize my spiraling world of perceptions, to be able to state on the experience, if not control it.
I have been unctuous, for as long as i can remember, for a mirror that reflects the various dimensions that I exist within. When i tried to turn my gaze upon myself, it was words that helped me do so. Without their aid I feel lost! Not to mention completely vulnerable to the feeble perceptions that world around holds up to me.
I have this thing of starting and losing complete significance midway. Those who know me will be able to relate this trait of mine to the state of my room. it is usually in a catastrophic condition, resembling an area affected by a violent tornado (there is method in the madness, I always vehemently proclaim!) until it reaches a point where I can't take it anymore and then it magically transforms into an exquisitely and accurately pruned and groomed garden. However, the precision soon begins to suffocate me and the order eventually disintegrates.I feel it’s the same with Blogging. At least for me.I have started to feel the tediousness in whatever I write, seeking an alteration from the habitual.
As I try to clamber my way out of the pits that i have found myself over the last few months, my epiphanic realization has been that the greatest folly of human intelligence is the hope to perpetuate an experience.

So, here I am, struggling to find relevance so as to be able to reinstate my rusted motor of imagination. If in the process I begin to grow tedious, I beg my readers to be patient since; as the corny old proverb goes, “nothing is permanent except change”, So will be me.

Thursday, 3 September 2009

See you later....Bye Bye !!!





Of late, blogs have become a distraction for me. I feel I need to take a break and get back to my pre-blogging days, those good old days of solitude and detachment. I know I have been saying this a lot many times, but this time I am genuinely trying to be away.

Until I return(if i return) , its adios amigos.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Sujata and Gayathri's version of the story

This is meant to link readers to Sujata’s version of the story for the competition. Please click here to read her story. Below is a story from the above mentioned story. Just wrote it to kill time.:D

Please click here to read Gayathri's Version of the story.


“Tring-Tring-Tring”

“Hello”, She picked the phone.

“Hi” He replied

“Oh Arun?”

“he he” he giggled.

“Arun, so sorry. Can I call you back? Busy with a customer”. She said.

“Sure”. He hung-up hurt.

She called again at 9 in the evening. He waited for her call all day. He was thinking all along what he would say to her. He rehearsed several lines.He made-up jokes to sound funny. Her girly giggle was all he wanted to hear. It was musical.

“ Hi” he picked her call.

“Tell me” She said.

“No, I just called to hear your voice.” He struggled.

A long Silence.

“So, how was your day?”, he asked

“Not bad” She replied.

“ I had a bad day to tell you the truth. I have a very bad boss”. She said desolately.

“ We all have bad bosses. Don’t give him an ear” He tried to cheer her.

“ I wonder how can someone be angry on someone so beautiful”. He spewed one of his much rehearsed lines.

“Stop it Arun”. She said playfully, obviously pleased.

“No, Seriously. The first instance I saw you, I lost several heart beats”, He said.
“After that,My heart beat faster to make up for the missed beats. Seriously.”

She was silent. She knew what was coming.

“ Hello, you there?”

“Yea” She said calmly.

“ My heart and mind said to me, this is it.” He continued, making full use of the situation.

“And I fell in love with you. How do you manage to do it? Tell me how many guys proposed you before?” he said sounding calm and composed; Trying hard for it.

“No one.” She said playfully, Accompanied by Her trademark Giggle.

“That’s a lie.” He said in a stretch.

“No, seriously. No one found me attractive.”. She giggled again.

“I tell you. You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life.” He said fast, panting; trying hard to cover it.

“You are mad.” She replied mischievously.

“ I love you Priya. I am in love with you.”He said.

“ I was in love with you the moment I met you. I have never felt it this way before. I love you. You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life. I mean it Priya. I mean it from my heart.”

Silence.

“ hello”, He said to evoke her response.

“ What da?” She asked.

“ You haven’t replied”, He asked

“ I don’t know, Arun” She replied, sounding distressed.

“ Arun, can I call you tomorrow? I got a headache. Very bad day today.” She said.

He didn’t reply. The call went dead.

What followed was a sleepless night. He thought over and again. What went wrong? Why did she hang-up? Had he troubled her; hurt her in any way? Had he said something which he wasn’t supposed to? Should he have waited for more time? Did he hurry things?She said I-don’t-know? What did that mean? Was she seeing someone? Was she avoiding him?

The questions rolled repeatedly, over and again, turning him restless.

The next day passed without her call. She had said that she would call. He shouldn’t call her. It was her turn. He waited. Days went by. A week passed. No signs of her. No calls from her. His anxiety multiplied.

After two weeks, he decided to go to her office. He would meet her and apologize. He had said things he shouldn’t have. He had no patience. He hurried through. He regretted his words tremendously.

She was out-of office, on sales call to meet clients.

He called her on her number. After two rings she picked his call.

“ Hello” She sounded busy.

“ Hi, Priya.” He said calmly.

“ Hi, Arun. I thought you stopped calling me.” She said.

“ You have stopped , not me. What is the reason?” he asked.

Silence.A long silence. Silence appeared to say things unsaid. Her silence confirmed his fears.

“I am sorry Priya. I am sorry. I said things I shouldn’t have. I am sorry.” He said.

Silence.

“ I didn’t mean it. You know. I just…I just said it…I mean.” He was blabbering.

Silence.

“Say something Priya. I said sorry.”

She sounded upset; sounded as if she would sob.

“ You are sorry Arun? I knew you would be sorry. I don’t deserve love.” She said and the connection went dead.

He stood frozen; Confused; wonderstruck.; realizing his mistake. He wondered how he would bring trust again between them. He had apologized incorrectly. He shouldn’t have apologized. “Oh, God.. Should I apologize for apologizing?”


The end….