The more things change, the more they remain the same...

When I read this somewhere, the first thought that came to my mind was - how paradoxical... or at the very least, self-contradictory... But then, when I thought some more, I realized it is indeed true... With changing time, situations change, people change, our perceptions change and even our earlier decisions and principles... So what remains the same? In the end, we do... We are still here, doing what we do.. Maybe differently, but to achieve the same thing... So, what changes is the means but not the end result... And without the change, we wouldn't be able to achieve the end at all... Change is to just to adapt what we do and how we are so that we can continue to remain how we are and do what we do...

For all those who think I have gone bonkers (which I have, but not to be mistaken by this), here is a real life example... In the beginning, people used to be in touch with Snail Mails, Telegraphs, then telephones, then mobiles, and now the internet; chat and email... So much has changed... But all this change hasn't changed the reason - communication... It might have made communicating faster and easier and cheaper, but it's still just a means for communication... Likewise, weapons have changed, but wars haven't... Variety of food has changed but not the hunger... The meaning of power has changed but not the greed... Lifestyles have changed but not lives... The more things change, the more they remain the same... Yes... Indeed...

Queen of Hearts...

Okay... This is getting a bit out of hand now... If I post this, it would mean that officially, Abel has posted more than me on MY OWN blog!!! So, why am I doing it? Because of one small thing... he writes it the way I feel it. I read what he has written and I know exactly what he means coz I felt the same.. the same feelings, the same intensity, the same situation... Abel - Kudos to you...
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The birthday that took long to end…..

Wat if ur bday took long to finish, how wud u like it? Ok I knw thts a stupid question to evn consider. Ne1 wud love it, tats y keep ur bdays on weekdays(hehe). N guess wat the Lady got hers extended (the name Lady was a lil injustice so accrdin to a few now it is Queen of hearts aka Queen,lazy to type the whole name always). So finally again the day came for us to b wid each othr. Ooh the waiting finally ovr (although it was jus one day away frm the prev togetherness,it felt lyk it was ages ago).

The planning was done widout the queens knowledge. Queen had left home early the prev nite of her bday. V wr getting ready (to leave office),the ladies man,fairy girl and V man(the reason V man has the name V bcos he is VERY for everydin,very swt ,very considerate, very ……) had left for gift hunting which the ladies man already had in mind. The macho man n me had work so a lil delayd v left office. Got the cake and den a small idea popped in his head, 101 roses to sum1 spl(cool heh, mixed roses). On our way to NGV, v pit stopped for a meeting with the othr 3 and had a snack. And off to NGV.

Waiting at the terrace, v wr doin the necessary prep for the party.11.55 pm th fairy girl wen to call the bday gal, our queen for the lil surprise which was so unexpected cos he had already slept off. She came up wid a lil surprise on her face,which led to the cake. She made her wish and tastd the cake which was on the face,not jus hers but all of ours, even our clothes wr not spared. The love n excitement was taken to a level tat, all of us wr xtra swt tat day (not oly cos of the cake but also bcos of the hearts tat wr content tat v cud express the love).

Wid an additional cake frm her roomies, much more swtness.
With a lil cleanin up, v drifted off to dinner. Tats wen our Mr L makes his entrance with a lil surprise of his own, hand made cake. It was swt and strong ( as strong as our bond, $%&*@ to ne1 who lays an evil eye on our love). Dinner was again with family with a whole hearted content to the tummy.

It was late, n wat happens wen v get late, off to paradise all of us 2gether. Deciding not to sleep, we snugged close to each othr and I drifted off to sleep, in the comfort tat I hvnt felt for a while b4 they came into ma lyf. Woken up and carried along wid Mr L for another surprise to our queen, huge bouquets for her cube. Ooh she must ve felt lyk sittin in a garden. Off to office and a lil more to wait for the party,the next day. Yet again met her in her cube, she lyk a cute swthrt with the news clothes gifted to her. She was happy and trust me the joy in her eyes made her so beautiful tat ne1 wud ve longed for her.

And yet again v met again n wen for shopping, a small huntin for the ladies man, for his sis weddin. You knw something, thr r ppl in this world,who wear nedin n they look dashin,he was one f dem(m so jealous). The evil V man, yet again had a plan which I was on the receiving end of it(u ll get to knw it a lil later at the party).And a huge dinner in chinese, exquisitely good. And again off to sleep, waiting for the party.

The day startd off wid the ladies man n macho man, gift hunting for the queen,yet again. At tyms u feel tat watevr u give for a person if nvr enuf, and trust me dey do give a lot. Followd by a lil cleanin and again collecting the gift. V wr back decoratin the paradise further more for the queen. As she entered to the paradise evn more surprised to the huge heart of balloons for her(is how big our heart ll look wen combined). The bday is nvr complete widout a card, so a swt card to her (oh god, don cry ,control urself). And here comes a big surprise for me, gifts for me for my bday, which I had gladly kept it a lil silent and in solitude, now it was screamin out loud. A huge card which had greetings for a yr long on all occasions and a whole set of complete wear( jeans, t shrit, jacket and a pair of socks, they missd shoes and inner,hehe kiddin). Ok now I lost it, I was in tears, i cudnt stop maself frm kissin everybody. Got so carried away, it kinda ended up in section 377 for ladies man and macho man.

Off to the booze wid celebration in the hearts. This tym it din take long and v wr already hi on the 2nd round. A lil music n dance, with fairy girl takin the floor so graciously.and den v all to the terrace,so unstable n unsteady, again on top whr the climate was good. I sat along wid fairy girl and shard a lil pain,which eased out a lil on me. With her consolation, again had a bondin tym wid othrs and a fag. The climate was getting cold, so again back down for another round along with some dinner, again prep by the macho man. it gets better everytym he cooks. Again another round for the terrace,but many had slept off. A lil bit of bonding,guess now v can stand for the fevicol ad. Again the chill and tireness,got the best of us and v decided to crash. Prep the bed v slowly drifted off to sleep.

The alarm in ma mob woke sum1 up(sry forgot abt the alarm),but still I slept off. The rest woke up , Mr L prep tea to start the day n den chit chat, wit queens pamperin and massage from many heads on ma back, I din wanna wake up. Again yet another long day ahead wid a lil bidding farewells. I hate it wen this happens Mr L,fairy gal , v man on their way home. And me n ladies man wid a lil shoppin along wid macho and the queen started off wid barista and the provogue next door,literally. Ok shop looting had a meanin now, these guys wen on wit buyin stuff tat caught their eyes. Oh god tat was so funny. Finally ended up getting a few free stuff including a lil earring of hearts. Next was up for a change in look for our ladies man. Ooh the Ranbir look,he was lookin dashing and funk. Slowly it was time for yet again another farewell. V dropped ladies man at the station,as he was leavin for his hometown for a week wit regard to his sis wedding, hopin to meet us thr in another week. Finally we parted our ways, for the day was done. “All tat has a beginning has an end” did make sense now.

U knw something, each day v part, it feels lyk goin away frm a family. Each minute away frm dem meant another struggle wid the world alone. A lot has happened and lot has not happened, but thru out all dis it was feeling of assurance “buddy go ahead, v got ur back”. N wen they re not thr, I feel a lil exposed. Y does god play such games wid a person? Its not of the short tym parting m talkin abt but the parting whr I have to say goodbye to these ppl. It hurts a hell lot and makes me not wanna leave, but I cnt help it cos ma family ve put a lot of effort in this long tym parting plan. If at all I bid ma farewell to you ppl, ll always love you and ll nvr forget tat I had n still have a family lyk dis tat well wished me as much as ma parental family did. Hoping for wats up next, waiting………………..

The weekend that didn't seem to end at all...

Once again, I find myself at loss of words when I read Abel's recounting of what happened... No, it's not really loss of words... It's more like I feel incompetent when I read this.. Like, whatever I may have to express, however I may have thought of penning it down, this guy just supersedes it... So effortlessly, so nicely... No hard feelings... No shame in admitting.. This guy is better when it comes to writing things down... Here is the other part of what happened...

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………. bakhi ki kahani.

Funny thing aint it, lyf is. At tyms u think it over but its not over and here I am again writing my thoughts on it. y?. I don’t knw,cos most things in lyf I do, its jus spontaneous and some things the things I don also. But m not here to talk abt me, its abt the weekend that took a lil LONGER to end.

It was Monday and v wr tired and weary n v r in office. But the weekend had left such an impact on us tht it kept us alive thru out. But the day’s work did a lil heavy load on some, so to change the mood again another plan. Beautiful aint it,how the minds of the trinity(trimurthi) works. Lets go for “Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani”. Waitin for a while (Funny aint it u feel tym go slow wen u wait for somthin)and it was time to make a move. 3 byks 7 of us and awesome rain, it was already 7.15 pm and the show at 8.00 pm, poor Ladies man waiting in the rain with the tickets(Sry dude). It was a wet ride and cos of tht the V man worked his brain yet again ”postpone to next show”(mind it, tym already 7.55 pm and v r not half way thr,which is doubtfully possible) and Ladies man came to the rescue, skillfully postponed to 9.15 pm(Hallelujah,Dude u the MAN).

Altho still wet and messy, v made it long b4 the postponed show. Ladies man n me went for a breather n b4 that a leak(A man had to go wen a man has to go,the reason I said dis was it was on an open space,very open but dark).Bac in CCD v sat n ordered for a snack, thts wen a slight spark(Oh god,fear kicked in me). The Ladies on fire n guys helpless. Slightly solved v in for movie but ma mind was not thr. I was very disturbd, the thots goin thru was is this it, r v done bein each othrs fav n it did roll a few down my cheek. Hid them and enjoyd the movie, “u jenny god,my god konewala shivmandir, his 3rd eye open I ‘Foosh’”, “Boss sab note 1000 ka hain, aur sab ka no. ek hi hain”.That did cheer the mood. By the end of the movie all had settled down n was getting bac on track (M lighting a candle for u god). Thats wen
I realized the truth, ”You always hurt the one u loved”, if not y wud even bother.
As it was late oly option for dinner was Paradise(yeah goin bac home). So once again all bac to wr it startd. The Macho Man ‘Big bro’ bac to cookin with expertise. The talent of a chef is not wid wat exotic he made but wat he made delicious with wat he had in a jiff, and he was the Man for the job(if I was a girl, I wud fall for him). That was some exquisite dinner, trust me more better than ne restaurant cud feed us. Finally all of to bed, crowded and snugged but to each othr in the hall, even fur ball.

Was it over, HELL NO, the brains work again, lets bunk and do nothing but rest next day. Finally the words of REST n with each othr (music to ma ears, bittersweet symphony). Again all too excited to sleep,thts wen fairy girl asked wat had happnd to ma tragedy n how(nothing compared to theirs). Either cos ma story was so boring or too soothing, every1 drifted to their dreams (I must b a bad story teller).

Next thing I rem was a few ppl not in their beds. Ok it was morning, jus a few mins from noon. Again back to our world of music n stories n philosophy. Cuddling next to each othr, v kept movin d day wishin it cud go a lil bit slow. Yet another tea(giner this tym) frm the Lady to brighten the day.Then a game of spin the bottle startin off wid the Lady with a hard question, n she was honest. The game went on with words of wisdom from the elders (I must be a good interrogator,cos the answers made a lot of sense) n bare truth frm me.

Hungry again (as always) v orderd pizza. Getting prep for lunch, v pulled off small stunts endin with Mr L fallin on his ass. Ooh havin food wid loved ones always drives u to Cloud 9. Now it was tym to separate. With unsuccessful attempts to extend the weekend ne further, but v din wan to provoke fate. So gave it a rest and decided to wind it up. The V man n fairy girl left early for they had long journey ahead. As an occasion was up ahead the Ladies Man had a certain errand to run, he was accompanied by Lady , Macho n L. I had to separate as I was lil behind ma washing n cleanin, so backed out on it. And we separated, hopin and waiting for the next reunion. Waiting……….

My piece of mind on this event…… v r not a group but a family made up of ppl from diff parts of the nation, diff culture and diff mindset yet v r together as whole. It’s a bliss having ppl like this with u, ppl who don’t misunderstand u. As far as my lyf, understanding is easy so also is misunderstanding, which wud u prefer to,to not understand or to not misunderstand. Neways m blessed with a mature ppl lookin after me n ovr me, keepin an eye out for me. Fites do happen in families, so wat it doesn’t mean v r fed up wid each othr, its jus to ventilate a lil bit of exhaustion on the mind. N I doesn’t take tym to resolve issues, so did ours too. In the end all it matters is, wen v r not wid each othr v feel incomplete, doesn’t it mean sumdin. Hell Yeah. Let this love and trust go on n no matter wat lets us jus be thr for each othr. May b now m bein ignorant and childish, but trust me all famous personality wr once ignorant for the reason of success they r now. Compared to theirs mine is jus a simple n small. Here I am again waiting, don knw how long m here wid them, but let it jus stay. Waiting………….

A weekend that was...

I was about to write about one of the best weekends I had ever had... That is until the sweetest & most adorable guy in our group wrote it out better than I ever I could.
Abel means "Breathe" in Hebrew... And what he has written just took my breathe away... A fitting honor and a monument of sorts to the finest time spent with the best of ppl... Abel - We love you!!!


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This is a small piece of ma mind for the weekend.

The characters in this piece are not fictional n they do resemble real ppl. To protect the privacy the synonyms have been used. Forgive for not doin justice to the weekend by such a short description.


A long but short weekend....

I'm tired n weak n ma eyes r heavy. But.....

This was just a planned but probable weekend out. I was unsure it was gonna happen, for i long waited for this weekend. It was supposedly to be my treat and guess wat, it was a booze treat. As Macho Man had named it Vodka-Tequila bash. Cool heh. Trust me it was more than cool, I don think I can do justice to this weekend with my small description of the weekend.

Ladies man had picked me up frm office after a boring day in office to get the LIQUIDs. V wr getting prepared for the nite to go all out with the necessary resources v had planned. V reached home(Macho man’s paradise, where things wr kept in the ryt place for the ryt ppl). Slowly the crowd of 3 had gone upto 7,pretty small crowd heh??, sry u r wrong that was huge crowd any group of 7 could make.

It started with a small gift from the Macho Man as make me realize tat if at all m to US it is 2 study,a parker pen.The prep wr made and all sat together wid the LIQUIDs and SOLIDs. V startd off with vodka and it went smooth with no discrimination made on any basis except Alco & Non-Alco (Just one guy, the V man but in the end he was jus lyk us wasted). It all went smooth and easy and the mood was going off the roof. By the 2nd round the Hi was HI. The music was on n so did the feet moved the ground. The most breath taking was the gracious movements of the (Oh god m outta words to describe this person,ok lets go with Fairy girl, now m feelin silly for using these funny names) Fairy girl and also her “tokens of affection”. She danced so divine and ne1 thr even with 2 left feet would not NOT join her.

Now all wr tired and then the mood was so happy tat the pain inside us popped out. V had tears for v realized tat a part of our lyf was getting lost cos of a loved one in our past. I learnd an inevitable truth ppl cry wen they r hurt n thrs nothing to be ashamed of it. For some reason I din cry n it was doubtful y, may b its tat I din feel such a pain or ma pain was feeble n insignificant from the pain tat I saw in their eyes. It was so emotional, Mr L had left the building cos he couldn’t bear d pain and the Lady too let it all out. It was like kindergarten all over again jus lyk wen d children lost a favorite toy and V man the teacher running around to keep us calm(Poor he). Me being the 2nd youngest (Fur Ball the youngest) and child jus had to run arnd knwin tat I knw oly a lil in lyf. N deep down in inside sumdin kept building in me.

V decided to wash down our system the pain, so the medicine was tequila shots. Trust me dry ones with lime and salt did change our faces and forget the pain. Now v wr hi, so hi tat Macho Man decided to take 50 dips to for a change of SPORT(I barely took 12 dips). The final shot of the day down n Macho Man in the BUCKET(tat was cos physical strain) n more worries n tears frm Fairy girl. Among all this ran our lil Fur Ball, tryin to grasp the essence of the celebration,sorrow or joy.Poor thing, if I cud bark I wud ve told him “bro m along wid u, I don get wats goin on”(Hehe ,jus for the fun).W/o ne1 notice me n Ladies Man snuck out for a fag n poor thing he was pulled in bac by Fairy girl,I was smart hid from her view. N den me, lady n macho man stood out in the rain had a chit chat abt the stupidities in our lyfs and some crap lyk tat hehe. V wr now cold n inside v snugged next to each othr and tats all I rem of the day, I drifted off to sleep, may b bcos I wanted to live in this moment of bliss tat I was goin thru. The rest of the story frm ladies man would do justice to tat part tat I missed.

It was bright again around 11.30 am n tv runnin I dink Mr L was awake. Wake up calls disturbd the mood n all wr awake n wakin each othr. Many disturbed n awake n to lighten up the mood the lady with her glorious Tea for a bright day. Tat did lighten the mood and v wr hungry, so the macho man decided for his hand made chicken n rice, along with some horror 1408. Oh god it was so good, if not for liquor in ma tummy I wud have gone for a few more rounds.

New plans came up and I was pulled in (A colleague of the rest not mine, her marriage reception), which was jus the 10% part of the plan. So v parted our ways for the time being, got geared up for the evenin all looking so dashing (tat includes me, thanks to macho man).The ladies wr more than angels,so enchanting in their sarees,ne1 would ve jus looked at them on n on (Phew tat was hot, sry ladies, honestly clean thoughts). The 10% plan was jus for a few mins n v wr on our way for a classy dinner at Millers 46. Mmmmmmm still mouth watering aroma lingers in ma mind. The diff dishes of sizzlers tat sizzled our mind with a lil fluid to add to taste. Finally at NGV so late around 12.30 am, not ready to part with each othr chit chatting n teasing n recollectin the prev day, which I knw I still hvnt done justice to (sry the liquor had wiped the memories, hehe). That wen the ever brilliant V man comes up with “Ladies! Pack to Macho Man’s place n go office frm thr”. Once again roadies mid nite as if they wr eloping off wid us. Finally home chit chat to The Ring and slowly the tireness of the weekend kicked into our eyes. V drifted, all of us 2gether to our world of dreams(3.30 am with alarms set on 6.45 am).

Next thing in the morning Fairy girl cribin abt her shift allowance hehe n making a move to office. With some good tea from Mr L. N on their ways to the Monday work (F***). All good things last short, n end with a memory to drive us to another good things till it approaches. Even the Fur Ball realized the pain in separation for it din wan us to leave paradise.

I’m tired and weak n ma eyes r heavy. But the ecstasy of the long weekend with the loved ones kept ma mind Hi enuf to face the long n sad day even with a tired n sleepless body. Macho Man has said one of us will fall in love soon enuf, n I dink I did with the whole pack, the pure and unconditional true love called Friendship. Till date ve always prayed tat I wanna fall in love, but this tym I pray don let me fall in love lyk dis with another.

The unbelievable cricket match on Thursday...

Before I start, let’s get some facts straight. I am not a cricket fan. I won’t die for cricket or even lose my sleep/ food over it. And my knowledge on cricket is as much as your understanding of the theory of relativity. Or why the Mayans suddenly disappeared. Or how the universe and life began. But having said that, I can’t believe what a wonderful match it was.

Thursday’s match made even a non-cricket buff like me shiver with excitement and anticipation… with a score of 350, the challenge faced by the Indians were truly commendable and the odds seemed against us (based on my very limited knowledge of the capability, availability and “form” of the Indian players). But what a showmanship by Sachin! I finally understood why Sachin is considered the God of cricket. Here is a guy, 20 yrs into playing cricket, chronologically quite senior in the game(read: old), making records with every run and then going and breaking them himself and still goes ahead scoring half the required runs on his own. On the other hand, we have 9 other players who together couldn’t get the other half of the scores.

I am not sure about India, but Sachin definitely didn’t deserve it. His disappointment was quite evident during the award ceremony. And he should be disappointed. There is only so much that a man can do (considering the responsibility he has on his shoulders and not to mention, the expectation that everyone has on a single person from a team of 11 players!!!)

But what is truly so endearing about Sachin is that he may play lousily in 4-5 matches but in a match that he plays well, he plays so well that everyone forgets the previous bad performances. I think he is the only one capable of such a love-hate reaction. And I think we can all learn a little about humility and humbleness from the way he responded when asked about his driving force to play like he did.

The match was narrowly lost by very bad playing by the others and especially one or two in particular who have consistently proven that they can’t handle the pressure (I am sure you know who I am talking about. Here I would again like to bring your attention to my negative GK abt cricket and hence the avoiding of names)

But, like it was said in Wednesday (and in the tamil version – unnai pol oruvan) the country is plagued by bad memory and irrespective of whether we forgive anyone, we do forget… and life conveniently goes on. After all, India is a country where cricket is given more preference than its national game. And ppl will continue cheering… and continue expecting even more from Sachin… EAT CRICKET, SLEEP CRICKET, LIVE CRICKET! No thanks… I will continue doing other things till I am bitten by the cricketing bug and get the cricket fever…

What am I doing here?

 

Like most things that we do in life, this one doesn’t have a motto. It wasn’t a dream… it wasn’t a goal… it wasn’t planned. Not unreasonable… but not with a reason either. Inspired by others… driven by a sudden urge… faced with a convenient opportunity… This blog is like the pensive from Harry Potter – just a collection of thoughts… Incidents, events, situations… things I can come back to later… things I can relive when I feel like… things I don’t mind telling to complete strangers… my take on things… my point of view… my thoughts… I, me, myself…