This Diwali

Hi All!

Hope this Diwali is extremely enjoyable for everyone, your families and your bfs/gfs …

At home we have lit the house, made cookies and chocolates.. Tomorrow there is pooja at office. at 8:30 in the morning. See. See, this is why I don’t like religions. On the  one day off they will make u wake up early! Will try to put up pics.

I was sitting here, in my room… the noise outside remote. And was thinking to myself. Whom would I love to be with this Diwali and what would we possibly do. I thought of Malu, and tara. We could start off with a Dominos special pizzas for four … And the Shallot Pizza! .. Followed by icecream all stored in the freezer. And we could watch You’ve got mail yet again, or ten things I hate about you, or letters to juliet (a recent rom-com – must watch!). Or even gossip Girl, though that would involve taralika’s initiation.

After the food high would die, Tara might try to talk us in to going commando for work and fall asleep (yes that is after the food high dies!). While malu and I would chat away, if sleep did not fluster our eyes. And may be we would even find that forgotten bottle of red wine and watch the sun rise. And be the devils to scream our way in to tara’s sleep and go for a walk followed by Cha!

And if Jozzy was free we could fly away on our broom sticks, with Gryffindor hearts! In our heads we would walk through secret passages, turn through tapestries, speak to the armours, and run up the changing staircases with vanishing steps! And try making an infusion of wormwood and asphodel.

That would be a lovely Diwali. But till then, we have cookies, and chocolates – almond rocks, liqueur, fudge!

Hope you all have a safe and jolly time!

Toes at Twilight

It’s almost morning, and I think I can stick it out till the first rays filter through my windows. I haven’t done this in a while, but the routine is comfortably familiar. After a hopeless chick-flick in the theater and another episode of Gossip Girl, a fancy for watching You’ve got mail yet again, I am wishing for Twilight, nonsensically shallow but working fling stuff. I think the reason I like You’ve got mail is that it runs with a hope, that despite all odds, positivity can sustain. A feat so hard to pull off in reality. We just seem to sprout way too many toes.

If I let my eyes take a breath I shall float to sleep, but the thoughts you sleep off with hunt you down in the morning. I want my pillow to smell of Oceanus, and a Cool Water wrist relaxing my temples, my favourite music and a soulful voice. Ever so fleetingly the thought of a friend who I met a long time ago crosses my mind. Pink satin envelopes or the irrelevance of it all that scares me. In any case, no decision should be made at 4 am! Maybe tomorrow, or some other day.

In the mean time, may be Her Morning Elegance would sail me to slumber.

You've got mail

My Buggy is doing very well,  2800 down and young as ever! I only just realised that I have a chip. The one you use to get past DND without stopping. But I like waiting in the line. Its nice to meet someone new. Most people who go past the Toll do it so mechanically. I would hate to be the man behind the counter.

I just watched you’ve got mail yet again. Some movies just have a way of making you feel good. The list never included Rocky or Heros or PS: I love you. But you’ve got mail. There is so much hope.. and is not Meg Ryan the prettiest? and the wonderful zingers she gets. Quite admire the way he folds her mind. And since Brinkley, I have only wanted a golden retriever. My cousin got a dog, a pom. They look annoying.

My boss and I are telepathic. At least he can read my thoughts. Very scary situation when you are upto non-sense.

Body Shop has sale!!

I want to go to China.

Have you ever met someone you would rather know when you are 40?

Everyone seems to be wanting to be judges or discussing their assets. I want to marry one of them Now this wouldn’t make contempt would it?

I am smelling of cherry blossoms. I now remember there was a TV series when i was a kid, Blossoms, or was it the protagonists name? Cherry Blossoms.. the name reminds me of Mrs. Maria, my English teacher. She was ever so bright. I always made better friends with my teachers.

My parents talk law now! I am wondering who needs the break.

Would love to drink some wine tomorrow.

The Smell of Winter

Have you seen it in you? May be not. But one can associate smells with phases in life. Like Biore reminds me of school days – syncopation, black velvet, abba, A.V. Room, cords and mikes. And the smell of mutton –  the bad sleezy smell you only get in our college- of cribbing even before exams at my real home on the fifth floor.  Bad booze, of Outlawed. Dhoop, of the girl who lived in 306, and played secret smile before every presentation. Neem – the first few days at High Court, when my knuckles hurt as much as  my feet, blacks and whites, and all things that didn’t fit right, and at times still don’t. Cheese – melting cheese of dominoes, tara, getting high on cheese and shallots, fighting over ice cream, and hardly managing to reach in time for attendance in Petro-mining. Strawberry hands n Strawberry knees of night outs at Roxy, lips wet with cosmopolitan, girl talk and  hiccups, partying till we dropped dead, rose cheeked, shoes worn, if Shubho had not already torn them! Coffee to wear out the booze, and creative conversations on how all other girls were complete skanks that night. And Lilies. Lilies of late night strolls, caffeine in my veins, Iris on our lips, and at times unrealizing in our feet too.

The other day I got a whiff of him. But like tides and the sea shore,  I see it come before it goes.

On other things-I simply loved Three Idiots! And yes, I watched it again!! Awesome screenplay, almost no errors in direction, couldn’t have had better casting.  Awesome. Just Awesome.

Shashi Tharoor is again in a mess for saying the truth. He ought to realize he is wasting himself in politics. Better write a few more books, I say!

Wonder who won todays’ match.

I had the most amazing brunch at Diners today. A round of the  fresh, straight-from-the-farm fruits, with water melon juice! Fresh too!! And cheese – a variety of. Chicken salads..Followed by soup and broth. Breads bacon and sausages.. yummm..  and three – three rounds of desserts. Chocolate pudding, with walnuts, well roasted and bitter. With dark chocolate sauce… dreamy.. Then a round of mixed fruit cake.. yes reminds me of Kookie Jar trips.. and then the divine.. Divine Dark wine Mousse.  Hmm.. Nice.

Any given Sunday

I know. I know India is a secular country. I know that people of all religions ought to live in harmony especially when they share common service such as corridor lights and parking space. But, when after a weeks worth of sweating it out, you are woken up at 4 am by crackers burst on Chhat puja, god and goodness pretty much go down the drain. With or without my p.j.s I by 5 I was ready to gun down any one who even made crackers!! Out of bed, sheets off, chappals on, keys in hand doors flung open I was ready for a kill, when my mom interrupts, “we are also invited” ……………… uuugh!!

Met lots of college friends recently.. just didn’t feel like returning home, returning to the old schedule. May be those were not the good old days, but were definitely the best days.

Some people think lawyers are boring, with boring jokes and boring lives. That it is interesting to start with, but the lust and luster wears off.. but then there are those who get turned on by consti law and anti-dumping.

I managed to secure successfully, by an avant-garde performance, the adjournment.

Gave a few books off, ones I like to circulate. They are to be returned shortly. I hope he remembers.

I went to watch wake up sid. I have 34 teeth.

Them Clones are just fantabulous. I didn’t know that My Life is there song, and I loved zaphyretta. It’s melody is so beautiful. And unlike all other Indian bands I have heard. But fuel is not great and orange juice is not worth 80 bucks!%/$$%

Trust me its tough to write a blog when digits 1 to 7 on the key board are not working (exclamations)