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Friday filler fun

Since Friday is the day this blog gets the most hits.. I knew I’d to post something today ;).. And with my brain giving dhokha and having zilch to write about.. I thought I could just pick up this tag Nu and Nuttie has passed on! Thanks guys 🙂

This is a marathon tag .. so don’t blame me later for wasting your time 😛

Ready, steady and go…

Ten hows:

1. How did you get one of your scars? Cooking. I used to cook even before marriage but somehow marriage has made me even more clumsier.. Now I have not one but two scars.. And when I meet my Mom.. I complain to her with huge puppy dog eyes..showing her the scars.. see what my in-laws have done to me 😛 😛 P’s very apt response can be.. you just have superficial wounds.. me, I am still hurting inside getting married to you :P.. I am sure my parents would belive him over me!

2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? Mauritius :D.. On my honeymoon 😀 :D.. cake cutting.. dancing.. beach… Definitely my best birthday ever..

3. How are you feeling at this moment? It’s a Friday, how could I be feeling!

4. How did your night go last night? You really wanna know? I really don’t think I could handle so much PDA on the blog 😉

5. How did you do in high school? That was ages ago and I was am a nerd.. Yeah I’m old :(..

6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? Don’t remember..  I have an amazing memory, which is why when we buy clothes, I have to drag an unhappy P along with me, who remembers which colour and type of clothes each of us have, so that I don’t end up buying the same stuff all over again.

7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? Not as often as I’d want to .. and now one of them is moving to Bangalore :(..

8. How much money did you spend last month? You really think I’d remember that, I JUST explained to you about my memory. Pssst..here is the thing.. I use this memory excuse, whenever I want to avoid answering anything :).. But, I don’t think I needed to tell you that explicitly.. you guys are smart.

9. How old do you want to be when you get married? I am happy with my marriage..Thankyouverymuch.

10. How old will you be at your next birthday? What is it with this survey? You want to know things no one wants to tell. Do you want me to use the memory excuse again?

Nine whats:

1. Your mothers name? Hee haw.. I know you want to hack all my bank accounts and stuff… I’m not gonna fall for this one 😛

2. What did you do last weekend? Was cooped up at home on Saturday due to the rains.. gloomy and depressing :(.. On Sunday we celebrated P’s budday in advance .. ordered in mind-blowingly yummy biryani..Parents came over too.. generally lot of eating happened. Even writing about it is making my stomach groan..Thanks for the reminder to return back to the gym.. I think we have even forgotten the address, its been that long since our last visit 😦

3. What is the most important part of your life? My family..my friends, my blog.. internet.. everything is important.

4. What would you rather be doing? I’d rather be at home… having some yummy maggi and watching a movie or reading a book.. with P somewhere around.

5. What did you last cry over? I am morbid.. I get reminded of mortality on birthdays.. and it makes me cry. It was P’s birthday this time.

6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? A hug from P, always works

7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? I don’t think it can be one thing.. I guess it should just “click”

8. What are you worried about? How much longer is it going to take to finish this tag? Team-mates will start suspiciously at my monitor, and wondering what I am doing so secretively, if this goes on for much longer..

9. What did you have for breakfast? Corn flakes.. Honey and nuts.. yummy 🙂

Eight yous:

1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? What you don’t like people in relationships? What is wrong in that?

2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? Nah.

3. Have you ever been out of the country? Yes 🙂

4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? Anyone who hasn’t?

5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Once.. I’d rather not talk about it.

6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? *We are in India*.. We don’t even say the word aloud here .. let alone doing it on a beach..

7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? Guess I haven’t dated a lot.

8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? Yes.. but it was a time long long ago.

Seven whos:

1. Who was the last person you saw? I am in office.. with my team.. how do I define the last person among everyone I see?

2. Who was the last person you texted? A friend.. This is seeming like third degree now.. I am innocent.. I have not committed any offence..Oh please of please let me go!

3. Who was the last person you hung out with? P, in-laws.. How do you define hanging out?

4. Who was the last person to call you? P asking me not to call him :P, coz he was going in a meeting :).. yeah we keep in touch the entire day 😛

5. Who did you last hug? P 😀

6. Who is the last person who texted you? Nu.. her messages add the humour my life needs so badly in the middle of my workday.

7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? The only person I’ve ever said it to – P.

Six wheres:

1. Where does your best friend(s) live? In Mumbai :D.. but one of them is moving :(.. I think I already told you that

2. Where did you last go? Came to office… boring week.

3. Where did you last hang out? M.O.D.. If there is heaven … I think its is that place… So I go there once in a while to imagine how amazing life after death would be 😛

4. Where do you go to school? You think I still go to school..  Flattery works every single time with me 😀

5. Where is your favorite place to be? Home

6. Where did you sleep last night? Exactly where I woke up today morning 😛

Five dos:

1. Do you think anyone likes you? You mean you don’t? Even after I answered so many questions, you still don’t like me? You’re mean, very very mean.

2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? No

3. Do you know the muffin man? muffin who?

4. Does the future scare you? Oh no.. looking forward to it!

5. Do your parents know about your blog? No way

Four whys:

1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? Because I am. What sort of questions are these?

2. Why did you get into Blogging? I have no idea.. seriously..

3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? Why are you asking me the questions you are?

4. Why are you doing this survey? I had no ideas for a post, and I really wanted to put something up today, its a Friday after all :D.. I am having second thoughts about this though.

Three ifs:

1. If you could have one super power what would it be? Flying.. or better teleportation.. Really bugged of travelling to work everyday in the rains.. This way I just need to think and bam! I’m there.. super fun.

2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? Naah.. I have seen the butterfly effect… who knows what that’ll lead to.. Jo hai accha hai..

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? P ofcourse.. what else would I need? umm.. yes.. I’d get P with a laptop and internet connection, yes I am an internet addict.. I get withdrawal symptoms if I am without it for a couple of hours.

Two would you evers:

1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?
No X no Y..only P  😛

2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? Save them from?? What situation could possibly demand shaving off one’s head to save someone? You are nuts!

One last question:

1. Are you happy with your life right now? Couldn’t be happier. Touchwood.

I don’t think I can ask any person to go though this humongous questionnaire.. So I’m not tagging anyone in particular.. Feel free to pick this one up if you wish!

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Budday Boy!

Dearest P,

Here is wishing you a very very happy birthday!

Dude, you are and will always be the best thing that happened to me, ever. Your caring sweet gestures will always remind me of that fact. Like yesterday, when I wanted to surprise you with the cake to be cut at 12, and you could see the sleep and tiredness in my eyes.. You made me switch off the alarm that was supposed to go off at 12, and cut the cake earlier and made me sleep on time. Or like the innumerable instances when we were seeing each other and you would always come to pick me up at the station, since I would crib about the fact that I do not know the way to your house (despite having gone there like 100 times.. and the fact that I would come quite early in the morning, and you would get up for me, even though you really loved sleeping in late). And when you would wake up at 5:30 am in the morning during engineering times to study for your entrance tests and interviews so that we could chat for a couple of hours in the evening and you would not miss your study time..  The list is endless..I had no idea it would feel like this.. the way I feel about you..I can never forget the (almost) filmy scene when we had come to see you off at your B school. While leaving your institute.. you could see the tears in my eyes.. and ran after our car, so that we could see each other’s faces one more time!

I wonder what I would do if you had not been in my life! I cannot even begin to imagine that scenario.. in fact.. I hardly remember life before you were such an important part of it. My life revolves around you is you.

My only wish right now is that you would be in a little better health than you are right now, so that we could celebrate it better. Hopefully weekend celebrations should take care of that bit.

The only thing I do not like about you – is the fact you won’t let me  give you a gift! Uff!

But anyway, its your happy budday :), so I will not be bugging you about the gift anymore. Just like you asked :D..

Once again, have a bherry bherry happy budday dear!



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5 years

26 July 2005. The worst floods Mumbai had ever seen. By 1:30- 2 p.m panic had started to spread throughout our college. People were frantically trying to call their family to let them know they were safe.. and were leaving for home asap.

You too shared a cab with a couple of our classmates. The roads were badly flooded.. water was knee-deep. As the street to your home approached, you got down, saying you would walk to your home from there. And the others left. By some means or the other people managed to get to their home. Walking through tracks, flooded highways, for more than a couple of hours just to somehow reach home.

Me and a couple of my friends went to my place.. since their homes were almost unreachable. And then, 2 days later, we heard the news. Your folks had just come home and you were not there. They could not come home earlier due to the flooding and since the telephone lines were not working either, they could not contact you. They called your friends to see if you had stayed over at someone else’s place. Calls were made to all our classmates..but you were nowhere to be found. They then organized a search in all the neighboring areas.. informed police, checked hospitals. And finally.. they found you.. Dead. In a water pipe. It was the walking home down the street that got you.

D, you were the model student of our class. You were the one person who actually did all the assignments all by yourself and when the submission time came.. and we pestered you to let us copy.. you would share yours with the whole class. You were soft spoken and extremely intelligent and a favourite of all professors. We were so sure that you would crack IIT.. and dazzle the professors there too. But destiny had other plans.

I cannot even begin to imagine how your parents and your sister lived though those horrible times. Their  son/ brother who had been such an amazing human being, who had such a bright future. One day suddenly  he is gone!! How do you get over something like that?

The incident shook all of us. It was so hard to digest that our classmate who has been with us all these years had suddenly left us. We had just started knowing your fun side. After the Industrial visit (aka picnic), you had proved it us that you were not just a nerd :).  Aur fir ek din achanak.. just like that, 26th July happened. We were so shocked! There were just no words.

Rest in peace, D. You will always be remembered fondly.


Edited to add: Thank you all for your comments. I do not have much more to say. I just want to believe in the concept of punar-janam right now… So that whatever he had  he left unfinished  in his life..  I hope he gets to live it or hopefully is living right now. Call me crazy or whatever.

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Bitten by the photography bug, and bored on this gloomy depressing Saturday, I decided to add a new blog dedicated to photography..

To start off.. I’d like to present my entries at Laura’s What’s your play – 104.

Adding vignette effect..


And here is one with selective colourization


The best part of this exercise?

I learned how to use the free tool GIMP to create such lovely post processed images. Here is a link to a wonderful resource.

I would love to hear some feedback on the post-processing I have performed. I am a noobie, I’d be grateful for all suggestions!

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My first journey.

I could not remember how I got stuck here.I was in a haze. It was dark all around. It seemed so scary. I just knew one thing. I had to push. I could almost hear my dad’s voice asking me to push a little harder. I felt my Moms thoughts urging me to fight. But, I just could not.

I remembered the sweet doctor aunty, who said it was very risky and they should not endanger my life by doing this. She said I was far too young to try it on my own. But my parents were adamant. They wanted me to be independent. They wanted me to make it on my own. Life was hard and they wanted me to start fighting young. They believed we could pull it off as a team. At this moment however I had lost all confidence.. I just wanted to curl up in my fetal position and just rest. I was tired from all the pushing. Tired of all these expectations. The doctor aunty was right. I was too young.. I could not do this on my own. They should have listened to her.

Suddenly I felt a rush around me.. It seemed like everything around me was moving towards the exit. I understood that the time had come. I could not let them down. They would be crushed I did not make it. I did not want to be a disappointment. If I was going to prove myself, it was now. I started pushing with renewed vigour. I felt a glimmer of hope when I saw a tiny ray of light. And then suddenly my head was out.. I feel myself getting out slowly.. a limb at a time.. my neck followed by my tummy.. and finally my legs. I had done it.

I realised there was finally fresh air around me.. and that I had not breathed such pure air in a long time.. As I took a lungful of that in.. I started crying.. these were tears of relief..tears of joy..And then I saw him, my dad was standing right beside me smiling. As he shook my small hand in his huge one I felt like a grown up already.. And his first words to me after this eventful journey were – “I am so proud of you my son… You made your first solo local train journey.. Now you can truly call yourself a Mumbaikar!”

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Paranoia or truth?

It was her favourite garden. A relaxing walk here around sunset, never failed to calm her down. She loved to watching the sun dip in the lake at sunset.. How the color of the sky would change from a light blue .. to orange streaks and a darker shade.. and finally turn black. It felt so peaceful.. tranquil. It was here that she came, whenever she had to make any important decisions..

She remembered all those evenings when they had come here together. Their long walks.. the discussions they had about anything and everything..

But today, she could hardly bear to look at the couples around.. They were fools… holding hands.. whispering sweet nothings to each other. Making plans for their future.. she thought bitterly!


“There is nothing between the two of us.. Oh come on Sunaina, she is just a very good friend?”
“You do love her.. you just don’t want to accept it..”
“I don’t.. why are you acting so childishly?”

Their arguments echoed in her mind. She was bitter.. it was hard to accept the fact that he was not hers.

She wished time could magically rewind to a couple of months back.. They had such an amazing courtship period. Their world was so much simpler. Just the two of them. So blissfully happy with each other. It felt like no other feeling before.. that they were meant to be together, the way he looked at her.. the way his palms would close up on hers.. his goofy smile that would make her heart flutter! If someone would have told her then, that it was all a mistake, she would have laughed it off, calling the person a fool – could he not see how they just belonged to each other. And now it seemed, destiny was laughing at her – calling her a fool, for not having seen this coming.

It was all her fault! Prerna.. She spat out the name with such hate. Sumit’s best friend who had married an NRI and was settled in USA at the time of Sunaina’s marriage. The first time Sunaina saw Prerna was a couple of months back. Prerna had returned to India after her husband died in a tragic car accident. She could not bear to live in the house they built together, and there was nothing left in that country to make her stay there. So she was back, to India.. moving in with parents and unfortunately for Sunaina.. back in Sumit’s life.

Ever since Prerna returned, she was all Sumit talked about. How she needed their support to move on, how Sunaina could go and help her out – maybe take her shopping. How he was helping Prerna to create a resume, so that she could get a decent job here.. It seemed to Sunaina, that Sumit’s life had started revolving around Prerna.. as if she herself had become invisible to him.

But now, she had suffered enough. She could not go on living like this. He had to make a choice. He could either be a part of her life or Prerna’s. She gave Sumit the ultimatum.


“I am supposed to help you get your life back on track, and instead I am here asking you for help” Sumit did not want to trouble Prerna, but she was his best friend and he knew he could confide in her.

“Oh come on, you have done enough for me, its my turn now.. Spit it out!”

“Well, I hate to say this, really.. but and I don’t know how I am doing this.. but.. well Sunaina.. she has asked me to choose between you two.”

“.. I am really sorry”

“Then there isn’t much of a choice, is there?” Prerna had made her decision too. After all he was her best friend.


It was almost a month since Sumit had promised to cut Prerna off from his life. He stopped talking about her, even mentioning her and claimed that he had completely cut her off. But Sunaina still saw Prerna around in their street a couple of times when Sunaina came home early from work. There would sometimes linger a faint smell of her perfume on his shirts.. especially when he was late. She once even saw an envelope with his name with a handwriting she could swear was Prerna’s.. but before she could open it.. the envelope mysteriously disappeared from the table.

Whenever she mentioned this to Sumit, he would blow her off saying that she was imagining things.. and that he was really making an effort.

She would almost believe him when he said stuff like that and then there were times like these hints of her being around that filled Sunaina’s mind with the green-eyed monster.

That fateful day was the limit. She saw Prerna’s scarf on the couch, when she came back from office!! She asked the maid to get rid of it before she lost her mind!

Sunaina could not take it any longer. She realised that if this was what Sumit wanted.. she would step out of his life.. it would be simpler for both of them.. There was no point in pretending.

She just hoped that unlike her, at-least he would get what he hoped for. With that last thought, she took the rest of her sleeping pills.


He had promised Sunaina that he would never meet her again.. but this was an emergency.. Prerna’s dad just had a stroke. Some good samaritans rushed him to the hospital. Luckily he had Sumit’s card in his pocket and so Sumit rushed to Prerna’s house to get her to the hospital. But as he approached her house, he was surprised to see his maid in her doorway.

“You haven’t paid me for the last time either when I placed the envelope.. and now, I even planted the scarf as you wanted, I have done whatever you asked for. Now give me the money that you promised.”

“Did she recognize my scarf”

“I think so.. she asked me to throw it out”

A satisfied smile came to Prerna’s face.. Things were going according to her plan..

Realisation struck Sumit when he finally understood that his wife had been telling the truth all along! Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that Prerna.. his best friend could do this… she was such a sweet girl.. what the hell happened to her?

But he had no time to think about Prerna now.. he had to go back to Sunaina.. She was his life!

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Happens with me all the time.. For example I hear about some random incident through someone, and then we all collectively pass our judgement on whose fault it was, and how it would have been so much better had things been done some other way, or how the person is too irresponsible, immature, selfish etc. It usually never crosses our minds that we do not know the entire story. There might have been some circumstances that could have forced the person to behave in the way he/she behaved. We are so stingy with giving other the benefit of doubt and so generous with passing judgements.

Even in our day-to-day lives.. we are quick to point out flaws in others. But for ourselves, we have a different scale. We are allowed to make mistakes, break rules behave selfishly, yet we do not judge ourselves.. we are convinced that we did what we had to do. On the other hand, when someone else is even a little rude or selfish, we hardly pause a moment to even try to understand that there may be something else on his mind.. or maybe he or she is just having a bad day!

I reflected upon this today, because of my argument with a lady on the local train this morning. It was extremely crowded (as expected during peak hours) and I was unable to get inside through the door due to a bag that was stuck between me and the woman in front.. I tried hard to push through and go inside since there were many women at the hanging at the door who needed to move as the train started picking up speed. One of those left at the door panicked and started yelling at me for not going in, and accused me of standing there deliberately, so that I could easily get down at the next station. From the place where she was standing, she could not see that I was stuck myself, and even though I wanted to go in and help them, I could not do so. So I replied back, and the yelling match started :D.. I know I could have behaved more maturely and calmly, but at that point of time I was in no mood to listen passively on being called selfish. After cooling down, I realised that it was nobody’s fault. People do stand near the door on purpose, and she just assumed I was one of them. I was angry because I knew she assumed and categorised me where she could have tried to understand where I was coming from.

This was a very trivial incident, but there are so many instances in life, where we hastily judge those near and dear to us, sometimes unknowingly. Here is wishing that we take a little more time and show some more understanding and compassion towards them instead 🙂

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