Am not someone who keeps up with politics and am usually just impressed with myself if I can guess the vice president's name correctly. Shameful I know.....
But yesterday with all the hype built around the confidence motion, I actually got hooked on to it and watched the drama unfold at least the last couple of hours of the vote!!!
It's amazing how out of place all the celebs like Govinda and Sidhu looked in the whole situation...and it felt so good to see young faces in the lot! My mum even told me how many ministers had come out of jail just for this voting. What a country huh! Totally love it!
Aaj Tak was having a ball with all this drama. Their headlines read "Aage kya hoga Rama Re" when the counting was in progress (I for one seem to have heard that song after a zillion years!) and then "Singh is King" when Manmohan Singh won!!! Good God!!! Who is their....scriptwriter!!!
On a side note....Rahul Gandhi is so cute! :) :) :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Jaane tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Surprisingly did not know jaane tu jaane na was an old hindi song!!!! And definitely not one worth naming an entire movie after! I mean, dilwale dulhaniya le jayenge...yes...kashmir ki kali...yes....but this song I hadn't even heard of! And strangely have been humming it all day!!!
People kept saying how the movie takes you back to your college days but it didn't for me. In fact I ended up feeling very, very old! :( I mean, the cast visibly looked younger than me, dressed younger than me and used lingo...which was well, different! Thinking back, there were no real college movies when I was....errr...younger! Shady Akshay Kumar-Ayesha Jhulka movies with funny hairdos and embarrassing fitted jeans don't count (Akshay Kumar wasn't as cool as he is now...Singh is King Singh is King..) and Dil Chahta Hai wasn't quite college....hmmm...
Anyway, next topic! When I thought of writing this post I thought I would call it Tale of Two Cities. That's cause I've just returned from Pune and Chennai.
And now Tale of Two Cities reminds me of school, when the book was included as a part of our course and there was this description of Madam Defarge- a massive lady picking her teeth! What I remember was how this classmate was asked to describe Madam Defarge as a part of some test and she said that Madam Defarge was large and her tooth had fallen out so she was picking it up!!!!!!! Angrezi I tell you!
And now back to the college topic, I spoke to two friends of mine from college today....after ages!!!!!! One of them is married and the other married one called to give us "good news"!!! So I put us all on conference and we spent a good 20 mins just giggling!!! We discussed how one of my closest friends has just had her second baby and how another friend who was the baby of the group also now has a baby of his own....And here was me...........and let's leave it at that!!!
Ok back to the tale of two cities (arrrrrghhhhhhh! All my thoughts are so mixed up!!)....had a blast! Met Candyman and though he's taken his car to Pune, he knows no routes at all!!!!! But it was a fun evening topped with great food and a very cold auto ride when he finally gave up trying to figure out routes!!!
And then I went to Chennai (almost like my second home now!) and spent 2 days packed with activities...like helping the boy get a new phone (I can finally hear him without having to push my cell to the bottom of my eardrums....err....there must be a bottom to the ear drums??) and then we went to Fisherman's Cove and OH MY GOD it is so sooooooooo gorgeous! Of course I spent a good part of that evening telling him I felt the water was receding and how a Tsunami was round the corner and then later how the waves are now too close to us and we'd get washed away (ok...there was some 100 miles of sand between us and the sea...ocean....bay??? Whatever!). (PS- I hate punctuations! Esp in and around brackets!)
And then I travelled Business Class!!!!!!!!! Yabadabadoooooooo!!! They have larger seats (of course), ask you what you'd like to eat from a fancy menu beforehand (the grilled chicken was yummmmmm) and even ask you whether they can lay the table for you (which basically means laying out a napkin and placing the tray on it but what the hell)!! So I felt all happy and important!! I must confess I was rather queasy before the flight but knowing this business class experience would be once in a lifetime and this queasiness would mean I would have to forego the yummy food, I popped in 2 domstals and was all set for the journey!!! I didn't even clutch the seat too hard in fright when the plane took off!
Ok now that I'm done pouring out my excitement, I'm off. Boy am I in a good mood!!!! :)
Jaane tuuuuuuuuu ya jaane naaaaaaaaaaaaa.............
People kept saying how the movie takes you back to your college days but it didn't for me. In fact I ended up feeling very, very old! :( I mean, the cast visibly looked younger than me, dressed younger than me and used lingo...which was well, different! Thinking back, there were no real college movies when I was....errr...younger! Shady Akshay Kumar-Ayesha Jhulka movies with funny hairdos and embarrassing fitted jeans don't count (Akshay Kumar wasn't as cool as he is now...Singh is King Singh is King..) and Dil Chahta Hai wasn't quite college....hmmm...
Anyway, next topic! When I thought of writing this post I thought I would call it Tale of Two Cities. That's cause I've just returned from Pune and Chennai.
And now Tale of Two Cities reminds me of school, when the book was included as a part of our course and there was this description of Madam Defarge- a massive lady picking her teeth! What I remember was how this classmate was asked to describe Madam Defarge as a part of some test and she said that Madam Defarge was large and her tooth had fallen out so she was picking it up!!!!!!! Angrezi I tell you!
And now back to the college topic, I spoke to two friends of mine from college today....after ages!!!!!! One of them is married and the other married one called to give us "good news"!!! So I put us all on conference and we spent a good 20 mins just giggling!!! We discussed how one of my closest friends has just had her second baby and how another friend who was the baby of the group also now has a baby of his own....And here was me...........and let's leave it at that!!!
Ok back to the tale of two cities (arrrrrghhhhhhh! All my thoughts are so mixed up!!)....had a blast! Met Candyman and though he's taken his car to Pune, he knows no routes at all!!!!! But it was a fun evening topped with great food and a very cold auto ride when he finally gave up trying to figure out routes!!!
And then I went to Chennai (almost like my second home now!) and spent 2 days packed with activities...like helping the boy get a new phone (I can finally hear him without having to push my cell to the bottom of my eardrums....err....there must be a bottom to the ear drums??) and then we went to Fisherman's Cove and OH MY GOD it is so sooooooooo gorgeous! Of course I spent a good part of that evening telling him I felt the water was receding and how a Tsunami was round the corner and then later how the waves are now too close to us and we'd get washed away (ok...there was some 100 miles of sand between us and the sea...ocean....bay??? Whatever!). (PS- I hate punctuations! Esp in and around brackets!)
And then I travelled Business Class!!!!!!!!! Yabadabadoooooooo!!! They have larger seats (of course), ask you what you'd like to eat from a fancy menu beforehand (the grilled chicken was yummmmmm) and even ask you whether they can lay the table for you (which basically means laying out a napkin and placing the tray on it but what the hell)!! So I felt all happy and important!! I must confess I was rather queasy before the flight but knowing this business class experience would be once in a lifetime and this queasiness would mean I would have to forego the yummy food, I popped in 2 domstals and was all set for the journey!!! I didn't even clutch the seat too hard in fright when the plane took off!
Ok now that I'm done pouring out my excitement, I'm off. Boy am I in a good mood!!!! :)
Jaane tuuuuuuuuu ya jaane naaaaaaaaaaaaa.............
Friday, July 11, 2008
Had to do this!
Sitting in Pune Airport!!! Blogging!!! There's a joy to be able to connect wirelessly!!!!
A plane just flew past the window! And now they're announcing boarding so toodles!
A plane just flew past the window! And now they're announcing boarding so toodles!
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Down with Viral and All that Jazz!
It's like class 9 all over again. Every infection that does the rounds in Delhi, somehow feels incomplete unless it attacks me! That's what happened in class 9 when I did rounds of viral, conjunctivitis, chicken pox....and by the time the plague hit Delhi, my family was all set to welcome it into our home. It didn't help my dog developed a fascination for rats that year....he'd been around so many cats he probably began to feel like one!
Anyway, it's the same now....some 14 years later....after a round of flu, back sprain, it's the turn of a viral now though much needed to get time off on a working Saturday! The only problem being that even though you do get the weekend off, you pretty much waste it popping in pills and getting ice-sponged. I must confess my first most thought was that if I fainted (I was running a 104 temperature!), I'd better not hurl any abuses at anyone and scandalise my mum!
Well in any case, the viral was a dampner on what seemed to be a pretty good going on Mission Revival of Zee Social embarked a couple of weeks ago! I've caught 2 plays (both simply hilarious), 2 evenings of board games, 1 evening of karaoke croaking (in the safety of someone's home) and ....drum rolls please.... I even went dancing!!!! R, we missed you very, very, very much!!!!!!
It's like the world hasn't changed in the 1 and a half yrs I've been off partying. Girls in skimpy clothes (really...I only thought that was in the movies!), boys trying to get a date and all the oldies (read us) pretending to like the hip hop music and then trying not to yell too hard on finally hearing something familiar- Madonna Like a Prayer?? Ok so it wasn't so bad...
But there came the virus....putting a full stop on my mission...and I'm back to vegetating in front of the TV watching Hero no 1 on one channel and watching Jaane tu na trailors on every other channel!!! Btw, Aamir Khan in QSQT really reminds me of my boy...I sure hope as hell I don't remind me of Juhi Chawla (what was with those disgusting coloured lehngas??)
Anyway, got to run now. A friend of mine on a chat window's telling me she went for a Jagjit Singh concert and loved it...I'm telling her I find him highly depressing....and now she's telling me his voice is magical.....so I'm off to gag and take her trip about it!
Monday, June 23, 2008
What the!
Went to get petrol filled this morning from an all-women run petrol pump.
The lady says "Can you move forward Auntyji?"
Plan of action:
- lose weight (again!)
- dye my hair (like timmy said last week- "Your age is showing. It's time to dye"....which sounded more like "Your age is showing. It's time to die"....crap!)
- start using ponds anti aging or something
- find a new petrol station!!!!
Hmph! I hate Mondays!
The lady says "Can you move forward Auntyji?"
Plan of action:
- lose weight (again!)
- dye my hair (like timmy said last week- "Your age is showing. It's time to dye"....which sounded more like "Your age is showing. It's time to die"....crap!)
- start using ponds anti aging or something
- find a new petrol station!!!!
Hmph! I hate Mondays!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Where have all the bloggers gone!!!
No really! Where is everyone! Just because I happened to be missing from the blogosphere doesn't mean all of you decide to disappear too! At least I have legitimate reasons to be missing. First, you have to understand being in an internet company totally zaps the fun of coming online in the evenings to blog cause you spend the day just reading stuff on the net all day (and no, for all of you who think my job is as cool as just surfing the net all day, save your envy for someone more worthy of it!). Second, I've been suffering from what they've diagnosed as a lack of life. If someone's day comprises of watching TV and sleeping, I'm not sure where I'd get the dope to blog about. Even my mum who usually frowns when I tell her I'm going out for a second evening in a row has now told me to get out more often and do something about my social life. So I've decided to start by rejuvenating my blog life!!
Ok so let's start with my biggest self revelation this week. All my life I have wanted to become a housewife. No, not get married types but you know, just live off someone else's money, stay home and watch TV all day. But for the first time last week, I was left home alone and realised running a house on your own isn't cakewalk!
It all starts with you having to wake up much earlier than usual because the dog needs to be put out for a walk. My dog is one hell of a lazy dog. You can blow a trumpet in his ear and he wouldn't move an eyebrow (yes he has a 3-haired eyebrow!) but he does have a lot of energy at 6am!
By the time he returns and you can get back to sleep the maid wants to come in and cook for you. You tell her you'll just order in but she wants to do the dishes from last night and heat the milk and make you breakfast and the thought of breakfast does tilt the scales in her favour and you let her in. Little do you know that she decides to start her own orchestra with the pots and pans and the walls of your pillows don't create the sound proof effect you need for a good half hour sleep!
It takes you double the usual time to get out of the house cause you check the switches, the doors, the dog and bump into the guard who always has some bill awaiting payment. I always dismiss them saying- let my mummy come back- leaving them to think I'm some sort of pauper in her absence.
I think planting that doubt of not being of any financial use when my mum is away also helped keep the robbers at bay! Aaj Tak and other such entertainment news channels ensured that I spent every single night anticipating one of the 3 pouncing up on me- a thief, a murderer or a ghost! (Yes, trust me. These news channels also run programs on how some vampires and ghosts were spotted somewhere!!)
I slept (whatever little I could) with the lights and TV on for a week and usually just on my back cause turning sideways would either keep the window or the main door out of view! Only when the sun starting streaming in did I get some shut eye only to be woken up by the dog and the maid both spoken about fondly in the paras above!
I did manage to get some company during the week of my family's absence though. The giggly girl gang came in full force carrying chocolate cake and diet coke! We spent a much fun afternoon snooping on facebook and getting scandalised at old schoolmates' lack of clothes!
And another day I got a couple of B-school friends who like me vegetated in front of the TV and then decided to play a game of trivial pursuit! Trivial pursuit is a game of general knowledge. Vestige Blackberry Dhar went into clinical depression when he didn't know Akbar was the founder of Din-e-Ilahi (or however you spell it) and HR Superwoman proufoundly told us that what part a tadpole lost along with its tail once it grew up was an "important" question. Important for who and why is something I didn't debate cause general knowledge is definitely not my forte!
Anyway the family is back now and I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep! So good night folks! Till I find more dope to blog upon....
Ok so let's start with my biggest self revelation this week. All my life I have wanted to become a housewife. No, not get married types but you know, just live off someone else's money, stay home and watch TV all day. But for the first time last week, I was left home alone and realised running a house on your own isn't cakewalk!
It all starts with you having to wake up much earlier than usual because the dog needs to be put out for a walk. My dog is one hell of a lazy dog. You can blow a trumpet in his ear and he wouldn't move an eyebrow (yes he has a 3-haired eyebrow!) but he does have a lot of energy at 6am!
By the time he returns and you can get back to sleep the maid wants to come in and cook for you. You tell her you'll just order in but she wants to do the dishes from last night and heat the milk and make you breakfast and the thought of breakfast does tilt the scales in her favour and you let her in. Little do you know that she decides to start her own orchestra with the pots and pans and the walls of your pillows don't create the sound proof effect you need for a good half hour sleep!
It takes you double the usual time to get out of the house cause you check the switches, the doors, the dog and bump into the guard who always has some bill awaiting payment. I always dismiss them saying- let my mummy come back- leaving them to think I'm some sort of pauper in her absence.
I think planting that doubt of not being of any financial use when my mum is away also helped keep the robbers at bay! Aaj Tak and other such entertainment news channels ensured that I spent every single night anticipating one of the 3 pouncing up on me- a thief, a murderer or a ghost! (Yes, trust me. These news channels also run programs on how some vampires and ghosts were spotted somewhere!!)
I slept (whatever little I could) with the lights and TV on for a week and usually just on my back cause turning sideways would either keep the window or the main door out of view! Only when the sun starting streaming in did I get some shut eye only to be woken up by the dog and the maid both spoken about fondly in the paras above!
I did manage to get some company during the week of my family's absence though. The giggly girl gang came in full force carrying chocolate cake and diet coke! We spent a much fun afternoon snooping on facebook and getting scandalised at old schoolmates' lack of clothes!
And another day I got a couple of B-school friends who like me vegetated in front of the TV and then decided to play a game of trivial pursuit! Trivial pursuit is a game of general knowledge. Vestige Blackberry Dhar went into clinical depression when he didn't know Akbar was the founder of Din-e-Ilahi (or however you spell it) and HR Superwoman proufoundly told us that what part a tadpole lost along with its tail once it grew up was an "important" question. Important for who and why is something I didn't debate cause general knowledge is definitely not my forte!
Anyway the family is back now and I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep! So good night folks! Till I find more dope to blog upon....
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Make Way for the Queen!
The much overdue post!
Karmic Madan has returned from the "high"land- Amsterdam- and is now a changed man. He loves India..... finally.......calls dilapidated chawls in Bombay Parisian beauties, almost hugs cabbies who give him directions and has told me I was a maharani in my previous life! I always knew it! The love for laziness, the love for comfort, the love for snobbery....I'm so cut out to be a princess! Though honestly I think it's the long Cleopatra nose that gave it away but whatever the signs were, at least now there're 2 people who believe I'm royal. (For all smart alecs who want to now say that they already thought I was a royal....... pain....you are all royal pains yourselves! Hmph! Yup, need to definitely disable anonymous comments for this one!)
There's so much to write about for a change....which means I make a mess of the post but am going to start anyway....
Ok, so first things first. Let the sympathies roll in. I'm recovering from a bad sprain in the back. The strain of a sprain is really quite a bothersome pain! (And the rain in Spain is mainly in the plains but that is sheer poetry!). Am much better now thank you!
Now for the meat of the post. Jokey Kumar got hitched. Highlights follow...
- Lost on Mumbai roads: Karmic Madan, Vestige Blackberry Dhar and Zee, the three non Mumbaites decide to borrow Alkesh (our friend's proudly named car) to reach a place 5 mins away. In the process....
- Performers we're not: We were tricked into a performance by the groom's family at the sangeet. We spent so much time preparing props for the play that we had no time to figure out the script and so when the group was 2 drinks down we stood in the lobby of the venue and discussed who was to do what. What ensued was the most disastrous performance in the history of performances and polite relatives came and said they wanted a repeat. Hmm....maybe they weren't so polite after all and were laughing at us! Hmph Hmph!
- Rockstar Zee: After the much disastrous performance, I decide to drown my sorrows in a sea of Billo Rani and other bollywood numbers and hit the dancefloor for a couple of hours. The groom's mum on her way out says "Zee, Beta, you're a rockstar!" Yes, it was a comment which would've made my evening but when I caught my reflection in the mirror, I realised it was not due to my dancing skills but rather my hair- a cross between rockstar Lenny Kravitz and Jim Morrison having a bad bad baaaaaaaaaad hair day! Head and Shoulders anti dandruff shampoo works on the Centershock principle!
- The Tulled out groom: We got the groom drunk. This is a man who staggers when you give him one small vodka. 3 shots were downed that day. He touched the feet of every 20 yr old who entered the venue, was caught trying to walk a straight line by many elderly, glaring relatives and spent a good 2 hours predicting everyone's future. For some strange reason he only commented on my past!!! Hmmm....
- Shiny disco, disco, disco...: At the wedding, I took the sole responsibility of providing lighting in the hall. My bright (an understatement), sequined sari earned me my nickname for life - shiny disco ball- and had people scurrying for their dark glasses everytime I neared them. LC decided to turn off the flash in her camera. Smart decision.
- Pheras, phinally! The 2:30am pheras saw a bunch of extremely sleepy people seated in a corner holding marigold flowers placing bets on who would get the groom's nose. We were too sleepy to figure out who won.
I would blog more but my dinner beckons. Not before I tell you how I spilled an entire bottle of water on my laptop in office! The result of this was a non working B key (the water made a B-line for the B!!!) and I realised how little we use the alphabet B unless it's to hurl abuses at someone- in hindi or english.....try it!
Karmic Madan has returned from the "high"land- Amsterdam- and is now a changed man. He loves India..... finally.......calls dilapidated chawls in Bombay Parisian beauties, almost hugs cabbies who give him directions and has told me I was a maharani in my previous life! I always knew it! The love for laziness, the love for comfort, the love for snobbery....I'm so cut out to be a princess! Though honestly I think it's the long Cleopatra nose that gave it away but whatever the signs were, at least now there're 2 people who believe I'm royal. (For all smart alecs who want to now say that they already thought I was a royal....... pain....you are all royal pains yourselves! Hmph! Yup, need to definitely disable anonymous comments for this one!)
There's so much to write about for a change....which means I make a mess of the post but am going to start anyway....
Ok, so first things first. Let the sympathies roll in. I'm recovering from a bad sprain in the back. The strain of a sprain is really quite a bothersome pain! (And the rain in Spain is mainly in the plains but that is sheer poetry!). Am much better now thank you!
Now for the meat of the post. Jokey Kumar got hitched. Highlights follow...
- Lost on Mumbai roads: Karmic Madan, Vestige Blackberry Dhar and Zee, the three non Mumbaites decide to borrow Alkesh (our friend's proudly named car) to reach a place 5 mins away. In the process....
- .....we jump a red light and were hailed by a cop. Foreign returned Madan for some reason found this extremely exciting, given that he hasn't been challaaned by an Indian cop in a while and has obviously missed it! So he got off the car and greeted the cop with an enthusiastic "Hello Sir!!"...much in a star struck tone as I would use if I were to meet Shah Rukh Khan. The fully shocked cop decided to dismiss this strange bunch of people after a Rs 100 fine only to hear Madan say fondly, "I love Indian cops. See, he's so honest. No bribe also!"
- ....then we lost the way! After many cabbies had a hearty laugh at us, we circled the same roads billions of times and drove past all the slums in Mumbai, we met Mr Nice Cabbie who not only showed us the way but also stopped when he was going his way and gave us simple, straightforward directions to where we were headed. Karmic Madan thanked this gentleman profusely (almost touched his feet!!)...rolled up his window, and started driving only to say, "The issue is, I was so overwhelmed by his kindness, I didn't hear a word of the directions he gave us!" Hence a 5 mins drive ended in a 45 drive around Prabhadevi!
- ....we dropped beanpole at a shop to buy felt pens and decided to take a drive around the corner as stopping wasn't allowed, lost the way and then forgot where we'd dropped off beanpole in the first place!
- Performers we're not: We were tricked into a performance by the groom's family at the sangeet. We spent so much time preparing props for the play that we had no time to figure out the script and so when the group was 2 drinks down we stood in the lobby of the venue and discussed who was to do what. What ensued was the most disastrous performance in the history of performances and polite relatives came and said they wanted a repeat. Hmm....maybe they weren't so polite after all and were laughing at us! Hmph Hmph!
- Rockstar Zee: After the much disastrous performance, I decide to drown my sorrows in a sea of Billo Rani and other bollywood numbers and hit the dancefloor for a couple of hours. The groom's mum on her way out says "Zee, Beta, you're a rockstar!" Yes, it was a comment which would've made my evening but when I caught my reflection in the mirror, I realised it was not due to my dancing skills but rather my hair- a cross between rockstar Lenny Kravitz and Jim Morrison having a bad bad baaaaaaaaaad hair day! Head and Shoulders anti dandruff shampoo works on the Centershock principle!
- The Tulled out groom: We got the groom drunk. This is a man who staggers when you give him one small vodka. 3 shots were downed that day. He touched the feet of every 20 yr old who entered the venue, was caught trying to walk a straight line by many elderly, glaring relatives and spent a good 2 hours predicting everyone's future. For some strange reason he only commented on my past!!! Hmmm....
- Shiny disco, disco, disco...: At the wedding, I took the sole responsibility of providing lighting in the hall. My bright (an understatement), sequined sari earned me my nickname for life - shiny disco ball- and had people scurrying for their dark glasses everytime I neared them. LC decided to turn off the flash in her camera. Smart decision.
- Pheras, phinally! The 2:30am pheras saw a bunch of extremely sleepy people seated in a corner holding marigold flowers placing bets on who would get the groom's nose. We were too sleepy to figure out who won.
I would blog more but my dinner beckons. Not before I tell you how I spilled an entire bottle of water on my laptop in office! The result of this was a non working B key (the water made a B-line for the B!!!) and I realised how little we use the alphabet B unless it's to hurl abuses at someone- in hindi or english.....try it!
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