The Twilight- when the day meets the night, and where Bella Meets Edward

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.
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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.

A song for 'A'

Its his comeback season..as my friend, ofcourse. And i dedicate this long forgotten song of STEPS to him.. It reminds me of him.. always has..

Its the things that you do

So physical

Its the things that you say

So flammable

You know I cant resist

Boy its such a shame

Do you belong to another

I dont wanna hurt nobody

But my heart just cant hold back

Its the way you make me feel

The way that you make me feel

Spinning my world around

Tell me how can I walk away

I dont care what they say

Im loving you anyway

Its the way you make me feel

Im going to make you mine

Is not impossible

Got to let you know

Im irresistible

Baby cant you see

You're the one for me

But you belong to another

I dont wanna hurt nobody

But my heart just cant hold back

Its the way you make me feel

The way that you make me feel

Spinning my world around

Tell me how can I walk away

I dont care what they say

Im loving you anyway

Its the way you make me feel

When I look into your eyes

Everytime you smile at me

Oh I go weak inside

Baby I just cant hide my love

Its the way you make me feel

The way that you make me feel

Spinning my world around

Tell me how can I walk away

I dont care what they say

Im loving you anyway

Its the way you make me feel

My new friend... Bow Wow.. Part 1

Before beginning this post, you must know that i am crazy about dogs. I love everything about them, from the charm to the idiocy and the loyalty to light skirt-ness. And Every single one of them.

So, the main road from where i get my cab every day, my apartment is about 10 minutes walk. When i walk with H, we both comment on everything under the sun. And usually Tommy escort us to road. Tommy is our landlord's dog, who is loyal but disobedient. On this way, there is a home, which is uninhabited, and no, this is not a haunted house, as the house is quite modern and too small to interest any ghosts. Also in this house is 3 dogs. 2 GSD boys (German shepherd dog, aka, Alsatian) and a Labrador girl. Everyday, on our walks, they start barking matches with Tommy and I, who has a very sweet GSD (rocky is his name) at home, i never gave much thought on them, other than comparing them with rocky on who had more height and fur. 

When i say these dogs live in a house which is lonely, it doesn't mean the people there goes to office everyday or is on holidays. The house is not lived in for more than 1 year and someone feeds the dogs everyday. And the Gate is Locked.

Thus one day i was returning home alone, i came upon the house. Then i saw this big GSD dog, near the gate, limping. It was his left front paw, which was hurt. He looked very sad and very much in pain, I was torn between going to him to be barked at and going my own way to wonder about him later. So, taking all the dare i could muster, i went to the gate and said in my most tender voice, hello. He first looked at me, and slowly came near the gate. By then, my only hope was that i could run fast if he barked at me, avoiding my true intentions. Then, The Very Brave Small Town Girl, risking the fate of looking like a fool taking to a dog across a gate, asked him how he is and whether its paining too much. His doubtful dark eyes turned friendly and sad and he slowly extended his paw towards me. I patted him for a while and he started to moan, which i think is because of his having got someone finally who would listen to him. I comforted him by being there as much as i can, with the stares from passer by's and children going home after school. As i cant stay there on the wrong side of a gate for more than 15 minutes, i walked home. 

On the way i thought why would a proud and not too friendly dog like a GSD would come so close to me with the slightest of the invitations. Why no one is taking him to the Doc? Why is he sad?Why would you leave a perfectly lovely dog alone? When you move your home, would you leave a child back? Isnt a Dog special? What he must be feeling at his owners? Is it only the pain? The poor guy would have been so lonely and depressed, sad that he doesn't have someone to love, doesn't have a child to play with, or a M'am to tease, some one to run around with, something to chase, some one to talk to him if he misbehaved, someone to order him around..

 And as i thought about him, i came to know how worthless your life would be if you have no one to love. And i cried all the way home.

My Splendid Night Life!!

Whom ever told that the Small towns do not have a night life, should be shot at sight. [Oops.."I" said that :) ]

Well, Small Towns have a night life, you just need to come in terms with it.. For example.. tonight, after dinner at 8, I had a long chat with H on absurdities in her life for a while, then when she retired, what shall i do? Night isnt over for me. i am into night as bad as a bat. So, what did i do, Had a looong bath, then studied + watched TV (more TV n less books, as you guessed) till 2.15. When the studying got no where and the TV got rather idiotic in the lack of good programmes, i switched it off and came to my fetching room.. (fetching in the sense that i have to FETCH if i need to find something :P ) i thought of cleaning my room, so silently ran about it and cleaned the cupboards, and sweeped and all ( yeah, really!) and its only 3.15 am. Night is still young, so thought i would step into internet, peep into others lives, and develop my Gossip IQ. 

So, thus goes a typical small town night life.. Well, it certainly is Night, and Isn't this Life??

Good Night Guys..

NB: Good Bye to Dada aka Ganguly..

PPS: dad's TMT (treadmill test) tomorrow, i hope he is alright.

Miss. Amoeba, 25, single and ready for binary fission!

I am tired of being single. People are kinder towards murderers.. especially in small towns.. And what happens to those who used to hang out with you after their marriage? :X

So, In my next life, am gonna be an Amoeba.. So that, when ever i feel lonely, i can just do a binary fission and create a brand new person for me! Then i would never be lonely! and, does amoebas bother each other with silly questions? :O Nay, i don't think so.

Monsoon.. The water which kindles the fire.. (ok, this was a tourism ad slogan, but true)

I know hundreds of people who hates monsoons. The monsoons in kerala. The stormy powerful destructive force of nature in full form. Its the time you hunch when you walk, before the mighty rain, holding on to your dear belongings, trying not to get angry splatters. The time your anger surges up due to piling of wet clothes, moist dry clothes, dirty window sills, water on floor, little children bringing the seal of monsoon on their shoes and decorate your home with it...

I have, for my entire life, loved rain. Once i have mentioned to a friend that water is my essential element because i never get enough of it. I have loved monsoon from my childhood, from when i was 5 years or so. I was a very silent and thoughtful kid, not like the current me.I used to love walking in rain and getting my feet wet on the way to school. The first day of school used to be the first day the monsoon makes its mark, in the first week of June. The wait to use the brand new printed umbrella, the excitement of new school days, the new books, the earthly smell of soil when it first rains, the fun of walking in puddles, the cancellation of assembly, standing in the corridor and stretching your hands to catch the rain drops.....i can still feel the sensation of cold water on my hands. Ice cold, and the excited shrieks of friends...

In monsoon period, everyone shifted to indoor games, which i loved. i was a lazy arse and running around always made me feel inferior.

In boarding (6th to 12th), i was in a daze. I don't know what was wrong with me there, i hated the boarding with a vengeance, and it hated me back. I don't remember much of those days, except that the school was closed during June, the first month of monsoon. So i spent that time at home with monsoon special fried eatables and TV. The memories of rain those times are of me not wanting to go to school and sitting in a car with all my belongings and looking at the rain splattering windows on the way and crying.

In college the monsoons were the most happiest times i remember. My college was on a hill and the wind was too heavy. When it rained all of a sudden,we would run fast through corridors for cover, as the rain just drenched the whole lengh of corridors. Most of our study leaves collided with monsoons, its damn difficult to study when it rains and all you feel like is either stare at it or curl under a blanket and sleep. Me and H used to study in the corridors and it was fun watching a calm rain, but it was more fun when the violent rain would come and rip me and H off our comfort and scatter our notes all over and we would run after those laughing to collect them. The rain also made us wear sweaters. In kerala, well, in most parts of kerala, a sweater is like a water cooler in Green land. But the monsoon was so cool that we would dig the sweaters out, and wear them day and night.

Monsoon doubled the effect of laziness in me, making me sleep all day bunking the classes and sleep through the rainy afternoon. And monsoons made me very creative. Many of my legendary letters were written in rainy afternoons by the window.

Later home and now, job..( at the resort, it rains in the sea, which is a whole new vision..)

Till now, monsoon rules kerala as well as my heart. It is an indescribable feeling, Heavenly, as well as Earthly.. I dunno if anyone got that. Just come down, and experience... You will give it better definitions..

Return of my jeDi!

Life is amazing.

When you think everything is finished, life stars anew..

When you give up hope and plans to turn away from a door, you hear the key turning again..

Di is trying hard to keep me in her life. I dunno how she does that in the midst of all the visits and relatives crushing her. 

And i have to confess i am totally bowled over by my Jeeju, Ray. He is terrific, yet i was always doubtful that as he is a possessive person, he might have problems with me.. No he doesnt.. Now its like gaining a new friend.. he is totally adorable..and funny

You must be wondering why i am so sensitive and crazy over a friend. Until and unless i am totally in love with her. I have to confess that if i ever, EVER consider going the other way..(here i proclaim that i am as straight as a ruler).. it will be for Di only. ( again, she too is very very straight). :p

so this is something which i hope will describe what Di is to me:

Di forever be the most wonderful person I knew. She would be the only person I loved so madly and passionately and without any reservations and conditions, till now. I loved her the same when she was smiling at me or angry and mad and spitting fire n totally scary ( oh.. she can be!). I love her for the feeling of security, the companionship, the urge to love someone she generated in me. For the pride of knowing that am above the rest because I have a best friend who will be there for me no matter what happens.  For Loving me the times wen I went completely off the hook and gone mad,like  wen I cried so much at midnight for the fathom death of Ron Weasly as told by some crazy fellow before the release of &th book, she sleepily hugged me and asked me whats wrong and comforted me even though she hated anything related to harry potter. Or for those times during nights when she was just an extension of hand away, for the days  when I used to come to class after OP and rushed to go near her. For knowing me as a mad, childish and insufferable person and accepting and loving me anyways. For the glint in her eyes which showed her love and amusement, the smile which made me realise I would have her what ever happens and the jabs in my chest when ever she tried to prove things by pinpointing it (she talks like that with everyone close to her, but to ray, she admits that she can only reach his abdomen).the trips and the food joints and the poultry we killed jointly(we were chicken addicts), the movies, calicut crown, the ice creams, pop corns,  KANK and arguments.. For changing my views in topics even without me realising it, like kuch kuch hota hai(how i hate that movie now!).. The times I told her my secrets and she told hers.. 

she fascinated me with the ways she can be serious and silly, childish and motherly, cute and smart.. 

And there was always a myrid of emotions i felt for her..

 The motherly me wanting to secure her when ever we went out ,hug her and comfort her spontaneously... the sisterly me sharing my secrets, others gossips and giggling all the time... the best friend me going out with her for food n movies and shopping,talking outside class and running to canteen for quick bites... The lover in me, hugging her without a reason and finding her cute even when she had one of those nose-itching-eyes-watering-oh-poor-me- fevers... the daughterly me who would curl near and fall asleep when she is studying and who would cry and run to her even for a small cut in hand...

there were so many moments of my life, i shared with Di and they would never have been the same without her, and my life also, wouldn't have been same without her.

So i think what i have for her is undying friendship, total adoration, and love.

Song which currently goes well with my state of mind..

"Here With Me"
dido.

I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don't want to move a thing 
It might change my memory

[Chorus:]
Oh I am what I am 
I'll do what I want 
But I can't hide
I won't go 
I won't sleep 
I can't breathe 
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave 
I can't hide 
I cannot be 
Until you're resting here with me

I don't want to call my friends 
They might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been

Oh I am what I am 
I'll do what I want 
But I can't hide
I won't go 
I won't sleep 
I can't breathe 
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave 
I can't hide 
I cannot be 
Until you're resting here with me

CLIPS FROM  A WEDDING-

The sight of Di as i entered her home on the eve of her wedding. As usual, the big smile on her face, that i see when ever we meet after a long duration,..

Sharing a bed with Di, probably the last time, and she holding my hands as we both drifted off to sleep...

Going to temple on early morning of the wedding, leaving a sleepy H behind, walking and talking with Di, me and her, alone, without any hurries, like older days, when life was less complicated and more lively...

Fighting with Di's Aunt and a Shadow of a beautician to make her look good.. H was very strong and fiesty...

Di, during the wedding broadly smiling at Ray (her man) all shy and coy..And the whole reception laughing with her.

Watching her being taken away by her new relatives and feeling like shite..

Di rushing to me from a photo shoot and hugging me as we were saying goodlucks and goodbyes..

And as i was crying silently up on our journey back home, her call to see if i was alright..

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

God, i miss her like hell.. yet, its life.. i hope we will remain as we used to be.. best friends, soul sisters....
and life will be good, for her, and me..

My Will. ( you never know when it is too late to say something!)

No, i am not in my death bed. Actually i am at the peak of my health (from where only downfall is possible. That too HUGE, consider the ways i treat myself.) So, if by chance, i get to die young, preferably painlessly and with a status quo disease making everyone sad(i am such a drama queen, i live for it), i want leave a will behind.

so, here it goes..

1. I want a cremation, not burial. I hate to think about it even, yes, i am afraid of lying lonely under 6 foot of dark soil with worms eating me away and only rats for company. Ugh! it sounds so disgusting huh? Now, anyone asking for a burial anymore?

2.I want all my worthless things destroyed. That's the things no one wants and no one wont use, ever. Give out what ever anyone wants, but dont keep anything home. I dont want anyone (by which i mean Mom) getting sad seeing things which remind her of me.

3.I want Di to have my laptop. If only my Bro is ok with it, which i hope he will be. Its not that i love Di more, but Di would never get herself a laptop if not this. Also she knows Mr.Q (my laptop) like i do, and love him and take care of him. [Bro is the worlds most careles person.] Mr.Q is a very forgetful (not enough RAM) person, but very able, clean and hardworking. And he knows all my secrets, Same as Di. And then there is the 'wonderful' times we both spent with Mr.Q, which was amazing, and i want her to remember me. 

4.My phone should go to H. There is no sentimental reasons attached. As Bro recently bought a fancy mobile, he wont need my year old phone. And H's phone is like the BAAP of all things mobile. Abacus. Antique. ( so, dear H, call the motorola company and tell them about your phone. If someone is there who survives the coronary, the thing you call mobile will be featured in their museum and you will be given a seat in the advisory board.)

Actually there is a story behind H's phone. She, in our college days had a boyfriend. Later, when her parents found out, they threw a tantrum and asked her to forget everything (some religion or something. parents can be such babies!!) They stopped being lovers and started the best-friend thing and its amazingly working. (He is a very nice guy and a very good friend, and they suit so well, so, these days i am urging H to proceed with it and forget all the shite associated with home, but she loves her parents too much.) So, back to the mobile, when H was thinking of buying a mobile, He got a new one and was thinking how he will get rid of this junk, so he gave it to her [she is gonna kill me! :) ] So she couldn't tell her parents where she bought it from, so she told home that 'I' sold it to her. How that must have hurt my ego? I EVER owning that Match box! I am still licking my wounds in private! So she wont get a new one, and I, who 'gave' her the 1st mobile will give her the next too.

5.All my jewellery, should go to my Bro.. Except the antique looking pendent, its to Mom, as she was lusting after it for so long now.So, the rest goes to Bro, and no, he isnt transsexual, i want him to sell it and go for a tour. A grand tour. Or give it to his girlfriend. And do not forget to get it back if you ever break up. ;)

6.All my accessories should go to.. hmm.. H, i think. Di would never use it, Sony too. And no one has cute daughters or those that i like.

7.My novel collection is for Di. And she should read it! [ guess she wont miss me much after this!] The texts and other study books are for my current boss, with an instruction that he should read it and try to learn something before bossing me and H around (ok, this was a joke, but the rest isnt).

8.Please do not delete my ORKUT account and blog. i would want to know if internet is available in hell. ( You wouldnt think i will get into the other place right? Even if i get an invite from gabriel, I would wanna be with you all. That's more fun na?) And everyone, Keep in touch. Via Social Networks.

9. This is a special message to Di. Send A an email. And tell him I always loved him. And ask him never to hate me.

10. Buy Rocky a chocolate on every January 25th. He will not miss me more than the chocolates i get him.

So, i think thats it. And if i forgot something, i will edit it in later. 

I Hereby Solemnly Swear That Everything Written Above Is Correct And Should Be Taken Care Of.

bye all.. 

Once someone i really loved told me blood is thicker than water.

I laughed at her.

How can petty relations be more important than close to heart friendship?

yet, now i agree.

Friendship is nothing but convenience.

time pass.

and when a greater love comes, the easiest to set aside and move on.

The easiest to avoid.

The best to forget without any regrets.

Friendship is the baseless 'thing' between strangers.