Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
You’ve pierced my heart and left me to die
I sit all alone and wonder why
It’s hard to go on without a heart
It was your razorblade words that tore it apart
Scribbling down sentences to describe how I feel
Nothing I write can feel this real
The mirror reflects a pain that will never fade
I’m trapped in a mess that I’ve made
Duct taping broken pieces that fit into place
Mascara running down my face
At a frantic pace my fingers missed
A lose piece fell and slit my wrist
Just enough to see a peek of red
The way this night ended I’d rather be dead
-- Sad Girl by ~AkikoWeasley
the poem illiterate in me loved this one. less complex may be. my bestest online friend Rude Boy aka Rudra [with whom i have been talking daily for about 3 months. yes, daily. dont get any ideas, he is most likely the only online boy i have been this close with, yet never been hots for...and nithin too, but he was 14.] thinks that this poem is kinda absurd and too sad. He writes poems, so i sorta believe him. but, i LOVE this one. really. May be, just may be, i am A SAD GIRL.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
stubborn(thats outrageous.i refuse to accept that!)
Societal(i should start going out n see how correct that is.)
Mental poise( my friends always forgot the 'poise' part)
Opinionated (am I?what u say?)
Unconventional(if i say yes, wud it look different on me?? :O )
Musical(hostel mates, thanks for that BESUREE award!)
Glamorous(Mom, heard that?now stop harassing me. i look fine!!)
Eccentric( its normal for one to drink coffee only from a particular mug?and water. and juice.)
Rebellious and unpredictable(all these sound like fart, so i broke the mug. )
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
The only thing i seriously wish, for now, is to be Bella Swan, and to be Hopelessly and Blissfully in LOVE with a Vampire. It wont sound much strange and pig headed if you have heard of Twilight, or read it for that matter.
An advice to all those who have read the book, skip this page.
I suck at summaries, so i will call in someone else to give you one:
What is Twilight all about?
the official summary from Summit Entertainment
Bella Swan has always been a little bit different. Never one to run with the crowd, Bella never cared about fitting in with the trendy, plastic girls at her Phoenix, Arizona high school. When her mother remarried and sent Bella to live with her father in the rainy little town of Forks, Washington, she didn't expect much of anything to change.
But things do change when she meets the mysterious and dazzlingly beautiful Edward Cullen. For Edward is nothing like any boy she's ever met. He's nothing like anyone she's ever met, period. He's intelligent and witty, and he seems to see straight into her soul.
In no time at all, they are swept up in a passionate and decidedly unorthodox romance - unorthodox because Edward really isn't like the other boys. He can run faster than a mountain lion. He can stop a moving car with his bare hands. Oh, and he hasn't aged since 1918. Like all vampires, he's immortal. That's right - vampire. But he doesn't have fangs - that's just in the movies. And he doesn't drink human blood, though Edward and his family are unique among vampires in that lifestyle choice.
To Edward, Bella is that thing he has waited 90 years for - a soul mate. But the closer they get, the more Edward must struggle to resist the primal pull of her scent, which could send him into an uncontrollable frenzy. Somehow or other, they will have to manage their unmanageable love.
But what will they do when Laurent and James, the Cullens' mortal vampire enemies, come to town, looking for Bella? A modern, visual, and visceral Romeo and Juliet story of the ultimate forbidden love affair - between vampire and mortal.
END of official summery.
Thus begins my views:
1.The settings for the book is totally captivating. The dark small town. too much rain and too much snow. Bella hated the place until she meets boy, or should i say, 108 year OLD vampire.
2. Edward not shy or too manly to confess his love which is refreshing.
3. How Edward's fascination with a girl who's smell makes him crave for more of her and whose thoughts he can not read changes to Love for someone so natural and fresh, who trusts him and accepts him for what he is- its amazing.
4.Favorite dialogues- "I may not be human, but i am still a man" - Edward.
"You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever."-Edward
"I'm here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you."-Bella
5.The first half is sweet romance, and even if it lack of any serious event or thrilling story point, it still dazzles you, like Edward does, as Bella says.
6. The second half is gripping tension, well towards last, and still what you are aware of is the love the vampire has to the girl.
7. Modern day Romeo and Juliet? NO. Romeo is still not THIS romantic. Not as much as Edward.
8. The novel makes you seriously want to believe in vampires and the forever kind of love.
9. The love is so real even without a single sexually inclined scene.
10. The innocence of Bella can be seen in her views of Edward, the trust even after knowing ow dangerous he can be to her.
11. The century old english names are fascinating.
12. The movie stills look awesome. i dont know how this will work out in movies. How much cute robin pattinson may look, he wont look like Edward to me, sinfully beautiful, angelic and devilishly cruel and ghostly at times.
Well. its a good read... so get the books, snacks and coffee ready.. Its the book to read for all you romance loving, fantasy fascinated girls... And dont tell me you are not one.. I simply wont believe you.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
This post is completely dedicated to Saurav Ganguly. If u are an indian and heard about a game called cricket, ( is there indians who dont know cricket?) you will know him well enough. Well, this isn't a post to describe the feats he achieved or the mountains he conquered. Its about a girl for whom cricket meant SAURAV GANGULY.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
So, i saw this copy of "The 3 mistakes in my life" for sale, and being someone who loved chetan bhagat for his writing also [the good looks came first], couldn’t resist. I loved fivepointsomeone and even one night @ the call centre, even after many discouraged me from reading it. So, i got my copy of the book and slept soundly as we were really tired. The next day, early in the morn, i got a mail from H's cousin in US. He sent me a PDF of the book which i can read on my mobile. Hmm.. Money drain!! Whatever, i loved Chetan, and i thought, here I am owning the complete collection of an author apart from Harry potter.
So, i began reading in earnest and finished it around 7pm. I loved it. Less than fivepointsomeone and more than one night. This is a more mature book, and our dear author is really improving.I loved the way each character was outlined and how it is so intricately linked with social and political incidents of India. I loved vidya and the sarcasm she brought as much as ish's laid back, macho, cool guy attitude and true to real life govind. Still, Ryan would forever be my favourite that came from Bhagat. I really fancied myself to be in love with him. As a matter of fact, Hari, from FPS is so like Ranjith, Di's fiancé, its scary.
Some of my real life news:
Di's wedding is approaching and she is busy as hell. And I don’t have a dress.
My Job is not running smoothly, Me and H have fights with management for our entertainment. And it’s not pretty.
Talking about pretty, the prettiest girl I’ve seen so far is at our resort. Pity she doesn’t know any English. We really would love to be friends with her. But she talks so much, its fun just watching.
Oh, and Dad has a 70% coronary block. Bypass surgery is inevitable. And Mom needs treatment for Anxiety neurosis.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Ah Men Are Not From Mars, Can Be From HELL Or Any Other Place Worse Than That! [Harbouring A Strong Sence Of Feminism Now.]
My goodness! Managing work, studies and blogging is tough. How do people do that?? Someone experienced, tell me!!
The last post was all crap talk on my so called LURVE!! Well, as always, it didn’t worked for me and I am out of it and functional as fast as a bullet train. Man, I am so cheap! I guess time is a guilty party here as I don’t get much to be mushy n moody. Well, my "old" lover is an old tale now, and we went on to became very good friends, more so with his wife (girl friend actually, but he said wife first as he knew about India and the small towns).
This post am dedicating to social issues. Not HUGE ones, but small, like manners and being a good citizen.
Today morning, to get to my work place before 9am, I had to catch a direct bus at 6.45 am. As I only reached the bus station at 7 ( I was never a morning person, never will be!), I missed it. The next bus I wasn’t so sure about, so I caught a short distance one, which would get me to a township from where I can get a straight one. This was a 20 minutes journey, and as it was Monday and morning, bus(karnikaa KL 10 AA 5250) was relatively full. I saw a row of 3 seats reserved for ladies occupied by a lady, her hubby, a child and an aged man who can be a parent of either one (who cares!). So I politely (I am usually not so polite in early mornings, today I was!) asked him to please give me and a senior lady the seat. The guy started talking n playing with his son, the elder man started staring ahead and the lady, was so attracted to the scenery (yeah, right) on roadside. So i waited patiently till the conductor came to me, and asked him if it was possible that he can get me these seats. Then he said its ok and in a hurry, went to the back of bus (it was a feat, considering the crowd) all the while pretending to write tickets. And he totally ignored me. I started seeing red and once again asked them to stand up (this time, I tell you, I wasn’t so nice). Then also they ignored me and when i persisted, they told me that the conductor got them those seats and promised them that they will be seated till the end. By this time, i was nearing the end of my journey and i still had all mind to call highway police  and get the conductor in some serious trouble. I so wanted to. But i had to reach work place at 9, so it was quite impossible if ran after this. I know i should have done something. I cannot make such idiotic excuses and let people get away with crimes. Still I haven’t forgiven myself. And next time, am gonna do it, even if that’s the last thing i would do in my life.
What i wanted to say was that, don’t we have any custom and manners any more? When we were younger, did our mothers (or someone) taught us what we should do and shouldn’t do in life? Simple things like 'do not throw waste in road' to sacrificial things like 'leave your seat for old, pregnant and ladies carrying children'. Do men these days don’t know how to respect woman, or be a good citizen or to help a weaker person or just abide a bloody law?
What i was so sad about was that, they had a boy aged 4 or 5 with them. What sort of example does his father sets for him? When he grows up, will he feel guilty when he sits in a seat and an elderly man stands? I bet he wouldn’t.
I hate to see men like that. That’s the only time i feel the adrenaline release in my blood. I am so glad that my brother does all that s good. The one important thing i would certainly want from my future soul mate is to be respectful to fellow citizen and have some decency in life. I swear i cannot respect a man without that quality! Never!!
This is a pic i clicked on the bus. You can see the "ladies" mark and you can see that I’ve to be standing to manage such a photo!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
This new German guy at the resort is totally hot. As my previous experiences with European men are limited only to ogling and whispering behind their backs, getting to talk to and joke with this guy was a new thing, and it didn’t hurt that he is totally charming. I met him on his first day here and then H was on holiday. The next day I was on leave and H came back. And on the third day, when i came back, i saw that i have competition as H looked totally taken with the guy and we sorta competed for the attention a bit. (If she reads this, she would disagree immediately.)
Well, he is a doctor, looks intelligent, cool and hippy-ish (in a good way). He has this small bead necklace which is really cool. Even though he is 51(aehm..) but looks younger and cooler than the 25 year olds i know. And he looks at you with his piercing eyes and its really unsettling [shite, I sound like 15 years old in her 1st crush]. It all started as the small talks and on the way greetings. Then also, this guy is the most interesting, funny and good looking man I've ever met. And please, such combination is quite hard to find. And he takes such care when he talks. He looks at you like a lady, makes you feel like you are not a little girl, yet some times pamper you as a little girl. Ah... And I tell you that he has no idea that there is a part of me who gets glassy eyed and jumpy when I see him. Well, we are good friends, and I am cent percent sure that it would remain that way and only that way. It’s only a passing fancy, yet the feeling of the youthfulness and the innocence is amazing.
Did i mention that this guy has a wife? Well, he has one. She is a very sweet lady, funny and quite a friend, and he is hmm... Totally spicy and mouth watering.
PS: Actually the thing is that, the place has a lot of awesome and sexy ladies and no men at all. And if at all a guy comes, he looks 70 and is as adorable as your grand dad. So when finally a half cute man came upon, we pounced on the chance.
PPS:we got the first prize in the pookalam competition.[ i wrote about it in the last post.] The prize is some éclairs and some regular ball point pen. What a load of crap! Looks like the front office either have no idea of what to gift, or is still sour that they lost to us. But hooray!!!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
The long fight with internet provider was won yesterday night. It was started so that I could at least get to the blogger. Everyday I had so much to write and its all gone into oblivion now. Will they ever understand me?
Well, now when I think back on the past week, I don’t remember much. Now I just wanna call the damned provider and shout at them.
The last week was ONAM in kerala. Its not a temple or religious fest, it’s a family fest. [does this sound like those essays we used to write when we were 6 or something? ] Well, for short, its like thanks giving in States, with more days, fun and rituals. Well, due to the job (all the seniors get holidays, so it was me and H working) and dad’s hospital stay, I was kinda missing it all. Home Onams are always about 10 days holidays, the pookalams (floral designs on courtyard) its competition [at college and home], the delicious smell of home made fried bananas, the feast, sitting on floor and eating from banana leaves, TV specials(recent addition), kheer (and its verities).... This year, nothing. so i was really getting sad.
Then at the resort there is this floral design competition. So when our wing's chance came up, me and H were told we are to help. so we tried by downloading new designs, and coming to work early to help. but there is this rude bad-boy(not in a sexy way), who just brushed us away and went on with the stupid designs of his, and made rude comments at us for being 15 mins late all the time. (this guy is so rude that none except us came to help him,knowing him well enough.) so we got really pissed off and so we went to the office and asked them to get us another chance.
while me and H with Lee(a new friend at resort) planned the designs, went to shopping, and arranged flowers at night, it felt like ONAM. We were all working hard, tensed yet joking, fighting and laughing, the tiredness and late night works, the arguments, the sublime scent of orange flowers, the tiresome job of cutting the leaves, the offbeat songs the radio played while we did it...it was the same as it was at college. [did i mentioned that our batch were a regular winners there? No credits to me, but we were the batch who had the most fights, but also had an insuppressible urge to excel at whatever we did.]
at the end, everyone LOVED our work, even though there were serious jabs and comments which we now account for sheer jealousy, as the same guys commented on us were later found in a photo posing near it pretending to make it.[Idea acha tha.. but didn't escape us and the taunts]. the office later said ours was the best. So Yay!!!
Then there was this sadya (onam feast) at the resort, and it wasnt that good, and again i missed ONAM. On the Thiruvonam day, the beloved uncle and aunt (yeah. sooo mallu, calling elders uncle and aunt) who lives downstairs gave me this lavish sadya with 2 kheers and everything soo tasty, i again didn't missed much of onam.
And finally, i was given this one day holiday at the resort on the last day of onam and now am back at home!!! Yo baby, and here we took the new BIG TV by reliance and even though am watching more of their manual than the programs(all thanks to bro), and they are running Jodha akbar 24x7 and we are not getting any english movie channels by them, its cool. Dad is ok and we all are having so much fun plus the kheer and food items...
Yeah. Its Onam. How ever hard and different the life is, Onam will come to you on its own way. And Happy Onam to All mallus...
Friday, September 05, 2008
We have food at the Resort. Its buffet everyday, every meal. Honestly, they have spoiled all the magic of buffet for me with in 2 days. Actually i think its too much pressure on the taker. All this brain work and shuffling in front of dishes, fuming the brain about 'to take or not to', the worries on taste, questioning the boys on everything, looking at the end table when starting, keeping all the bubbling urge to discuss every fish with H bottled within me...... it all is too much. How uncomplicated is ordering a meal and having obscene and loud discussion with your friends, commenting the cute waiter etc at your own table..
The guests who visit this resort is 90% ladies from Germany Swiss and Austria. (yeah boys, all the hot europen girls. I know everyone of you will fight to be in my shoes.) And NO MEN! thats sad. absurd. tragic. outrageous. All those Cute European Boys, rush to this Resort. Now!
The resort looks really nice. see some pics i have clicked.
The work isn't much and it isnt indecent. So i am cool with it. And having H with me helps a lot. Those things on with i would have worried a hell of a lot if i were alone seems serious laughing calls now with H. And boy, we laugh a lot.
All about the work fun later.
Preview- A compulsive talker as the Boss, The German girl's insights on indian woman. And how laughing near a myopic patient can get into trouble.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
BTW, isn't the looks and wardrobe of Bips totally small town in the film? yeah right. If thats small town, am thinking of changing my name to village girl. Apart from that, i wouldn't mind if i get Ranbir to cater to my each and every whims. Isn't that boy cute?
In personal fornt, dad went from ICU to Room, Mom went from sad to mad(dad is as whiny as it gets), me, from Lake shore to sea shore. Joining the resort tomorrow.
so, Life is GOOD.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Then what? Hmm.. we are at this hospital called Lake shore Hospital at Cochin. Its HUGE, beautiful and is at a lake shore. Its totally posh, i mean you guys should see the cars parked in the lot, and they are definitely way out of my league! But i heavily recommends it as the medical service is superb, patient care is high level and even if everything here is costly(costliest in this state), they make us feel that its well deserved. And above all, they saved my dad.
5 points which will come handy if you ever have to come down here(i sincerely pray that you would never need this info)-
1. Do not order the regular coffee. order cappuccino, and u get regular Indian coffee.
2. Do not order food to room, they serve you one or two dishes less than that at the cafeteria. Also at higher price.
3. The way in through the room service ordering place and lift there is less guarded (in case you forgot the pass).
4.There is a plan layout in every floor, go through with a well oriented person(my case, my brother, he is a civil engg student), connect with the floor above and below, investigate and find new new paths. Its interesting and the best time pass available.(My blog will be banned if anyone from there saw this.)
5.DO NOT order hot chocolate, espresso, and any other listed coffee if you are a coffee freak. It will destroy you.
You might be thinking what the hell i am doing in this hospital. I tell you, you don't even know whats going on here, and they say they take care of EVERYTHING and you can give over your loved ones to them and relax. They do an exceptional job.
I only pray for Mom to have a safe heart when the damn bill arrives.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
so dear readers, pray for me. and please pray for my dad.love you all and thank you.