Sunday, January 18, 2009

Inane... Mundane....

Sometimes, your hand just itches to write…. There is a clouding of thoughts in your head and you don’t have a clear picture of what you wanna say… but the words, they just want to tumble out! This is probably going to be one of those posts… :)

Oh and in case anyone is wondering what this will be about, the answer is me!!! Me - stamped all over my blog in bold… I guess that is a result of the huge ego I have. And I do have a 100 foot ego. As long as I can still be nice and humble I deserve to have an ego…. What say? It’s been nearly a year of being married and living in a new city. One that was not alien to me, but not very known either. I think the magnitude of our country’s capital makes it impossible for anyone to be completely familiar with it… But part of the fun and the irritation of moving to a new city is having to discover your eco system in it… A tailor recommended by the family perhaps did not like my face; he spoiled 2 of my dresses… and expensive ones too…. So then I set about trying to find one, an enterprise I have failed in… am still trying, adding experiments to my wardrobe – not that I mind – but the dent I am making in hubby’s pocket just may begin to show in a while ;) Another BIG challenge – find a decent beautician! I know it sounds vain, but trust me – it is akin to finding an oil well! Specially when you have sensitive skin and are clearly freaky about hygiene and professionalism… a killer combo I tell you…! Though I must say I have been lucky enough to find a good hair stylist… new hairdo’s every quarter is something I have quite begun to enjoy! But this is the lighter part of the ecosystem… a more important one is your family, the household help, the groceries and vegetables…. I touch wood, knock it thrice, touch – knock, touch – knockkkkk… things on the family front are ok… did I say touch wood? If I could ask God to make things better, it would be around my entire family’s health… the year gone by was a dark one for that… and I do hope from the bottom of my heart that some of the changes get reversed…. Pray with me on that one… Health is Wealth are not mere words, it is a reality that a lot of us young ones fail to realise…

Oh but my pet peeve – household help! Eeeeks… I get nightmares about it sometimes and am at my wit’s end about how to deal with these people… I need another Godsend miracle here… truly…. From maid’s taking off at will to throwing attitude, I have seen it all…. And that evokes my temper like anything… I am not one to scream usually. In my 5+ years of working, I can’t even count 5 instances where I lost my temper and screamed at someone. With the maid, I have lost count! I think she is a psychic and knows my lungs don’t get enough exercise and is determined to give me some!!!

Ah, I have it out of my system and boy, that feels nice… I have been wanting to rant about this for I don’t know how long…. Feels light… Oh no, here’s another heavy thought bogs me down and this one is about – Ghajini! I agree they have made a nice film. Dared to be different with the concept, the treatment was authentic… Hiranandani was shown as Hiranandani, the road outside looked like Powai… Bandra reclamation looked beautiful and Amir’s office could have been anyone of the BKC buildings! For those who didn’t get what I am talking about – its Mumbai… the film did give me a pang of homesickness… sigh! Though I still wish I could see such a clean and gleaming BEST Double Decker, and one that is practically empty too…. But lets call that creative liberty, shall we? The violence is the film is thankfully devoid of too much bloodshed, but not of impact! In fact, it is so impactful that I woke up the next morning dreaming of it… not the best start of the day, I must say! Hubby too confessed he had violent images flashing thru his mind and both of us wanted to see a mindless comedy immediately afterward to was off Ghajini’s impact… But Sunday night with a packed work week ahead does not give you that opportunity… Damn the theatre, for not having any Saturday tickets… While hubby drowned himself in work, it took me Ocean’s Twelve, Ocean’s Thirteen and 5 complete episodes of Sarabhai Vs Sarabhai to get out of the headache that Ghajini gave me! My colleague A said it takes a minimum of three and a half weeks to cure, and I almost fainted at her words…. If Amir Khan ever googled for Ghajini and this post did come up on the 343rd page and he just happened to look at it, I am not sure if he’d be happy or sad…. Happy that his film is so impactful and sad that its not perhaps the impact he desired... I am sure he was not looking for the film to give its viewers a headache and leave them wishing for a temporary short term memory loss… which I did, just to rid myself of the headache. It must be tough – making something that people like and dislike at the same time!

Now that feels so so so much better! Getting all that out of me… :)

 

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Interview




She was nervous and fidgety as she rode the escalator.

 

What if he screamed, refused the interview and threw her out?

 

Don’t be silly. He won’t recognize you.

 

What if he did?

 

He wouldn’t. Celebrity Reporter Dianne Cooper’s stylized self bore no resemblance to the disguised, teenaged DeeCee he had met. She had ascended in life. But then, so had he!

 

For the last five years, she had carried the guilt of having used him. It had been a one off incident. But, its memory kept her awake at night sometimes.

 

She pushed the image of his beckoning, lecherous eyes out of her mind. Years ago when he was a starlet breaking into the mainstream, his producer hid him in a small town till the release. Just to get DeeCee out of his skin, the editor of a local paper promised her a permanent place if she got him a scoop with the mysterious new star.

 

The town had one big hotel. Finding him had taken her a week. Getting him drunk and to bed had needed just another hour. Her Dictaphone captured every slurred syllable of his drunken speech. The next day’s headline read “Confessions” beside a picture of his unclothed torso. The story was picked up by papers everywhere. DeeCee metamorphosed into Dianne Cooper overnight!

 

Success’s sweet memory boosted her confidence while she waited for the star to appear.

 

He appeared and broke into a grin. “DeeCee, I’ve been meaning to thank you for the last five years”


I wrote this story as a part of a contest going on here. It is a short fiction contest where one writes a story upto 250 words inspired from the pic above. Hope you guys like it. And speaking of stories, the third episode of The Meeting is up at my story blog. Hope you enjoy that as well!

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Realisations...

There are realizations and then there are realizations. Here are some of mine –


My yearly post count has been a multiple of 12 for the last 3 years. In 2006, it was 36, dropped to 24 in 2007 and then last year, all I managed was 12! Check out the sidebar and see the archives for yourself… I wonder how things will be in the year 2009!


Life isn’t a bed of roses. But avoiding a lot of thorns is in my hands. My brother writes something to this effect in his profile on his blog. I realised how true this was. In hindsight, it is always easy to see where you should have swerved to avoid the ditches on life’s path. I realise that I have sometimes walked with my eyes closed… I still do




I can speak! Yay… I used to be a good orator in school… participated in a lot of competitions and won a couple as well… but somewhere down the line, lost the touch. It seems to be coming back slowly, the ability to hold an informed opinion and air it aloud. I dial in to radio shows fairly regularly and go on air as well… and I love it! Perhaps I should have listened to the tiny voice that always said “APPLY” whenever I read invites for RJ auditions



I miss mom. Missing home has become synonymous with missing mom. I don’t mean to say I don’t miss dad and bro. I do. But the proportions just don’t compare! Its gonna be a year soon, and the tears still wont stop. I can’t look at my Wedding pics without getting nostalgic or the video without crying. I made a collage out of some wedding pics and cried like hell all throughout it. Mostly, whenever I looked at her



GM diet is NOT a wonder diet. I diet for the first time ever in my life and was a bit let down actually. After all the glorified reviews, I was perhaps too expectant. Sigh…



Its is great to have old friends walk back into your life and pick up from where they left off… a true blessing it is, to have friends with whom you are completely unmindful of pretences




A lot that they say about marriage is true, and a lot is not… it’s like a buffet where you lay out the spread and pick and choose different things at different times. Whatever be, it needs effort…




I can plug earphones into my ears, put on some great music and be lost forever, anywhere…