Treacle Tarts and Blast Ended Skwerts

Mom and I were on a baking spree this weekend. Yummy cookies and Spicy chocolat drink! Ummm… Think we shall distribute these now that the season is here. I am currently just thanking my stars that there is still time for the deafening Diwali. O how I wish I could escape the city and hide under a tree!

Talking of cacophony, I have recently gained acquaintance of a metal (uh-hmph) player? How could an avalanche of noise quell to music? I would disown my siblings if they ever took to this ricocheting mess they keep making a profession out of. I am very curious if sounds translate differently in the minds of others. Or else would we not all like the same thing? Or is it that we are intrinsically different, and can only appreciate different things? Whatever it may be, I hardly can make out the difference between these bands and blast ended skwerts!

 

November 19, 2010

 

The next harry potter movie would be out on November 19!!! I was so excited upon learning this, I did a rerun of all the previous movies, just to remind myself of all the points the movies got wrong. And however unbelievable you may find this, I am reading my favourite part six yet again! I even narrated the first harry potter to my mom. Introduced her to the different characters, and frankly, I think she was mesmerized. I make an awesome storyteller! I truly believe that one should only attend their first show of the movie with devouted fans, and persons of expertise in the field. You don’t want to be interrupted with “Ay enna wada banda kaun hegaa eh” or “Enu dhadi ni bandani andi?!” Take my word, go for it alone if you have to, but don’t gamble your first show of the 3d movie with unaware company. Its going to be breathtaking! So who is holding on to their Hippogriffs?!

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.

She

I find myself resting my head against the edge of the fridge. No I AM NOT hungry! This is after dinner!  Suddenly cigarettes whisky and a foot massage have a lot more meaning and are even more unattainable. You know, it really feels good when u let the weight fall off your shoulders, even if its on your fridge. Don’t try it on a metro pillar, you may suffer fatal death.

They do say you really love a woman when she walks out of that door! Yea buddy, you could sing her songs now, serenade her with wine, flowers and pink pillows that u had not dusted since Adams, take a bath too.. But She has left the building. Not only that, She is probably getting her visa for Slovakia!

I feel like a machine gun with no ammo. Pup pup pup. Pup pup.

Pup.

All my life I wanted to be rich, independent, living alone  kinda girl! Obviously beautiful, desired, loved, admired was all a part of it and all these are criteria satisfied! But there She goes. My dream.

I remember the first time I saw Her. I was in school long time ago and I don’t know why but I was not in class and yes, probably was out-standing, in detention. And I, saw Her. Well at least Her shadow. It was tall, with long willowy legs, long nose, long face, just like me but older, richer, more famous than notorious.

But staying with your parents can have the effect! Obviously not on the pay, but everything else.

She looked like the type who never had to run cause she was gud at getting things done anyway. She had seen the hard days and was now walkin’ on sun shine, baby!

But then since generation gap is something scientists have not found a cure for, and nor has Obama done anything about it and since the Indian Congress is too involved in the IPL I have to deal with it my self as I see Her explode, shatter.

Pup pup pup.

Dance the tango! Do the twist! Fly over the moon, and no you won’t fall! Falling is what losers do. You must be above gravity! (And who cares if you do! we just want some entertainment)

How am I, 23 year old, lesser paid lawyer, single woman, presently feeling like an adolescent, staying with parents, with some non-negligible deductive and inductive reasoning, a falsetto voice to make bathing bearable, and O+ blood group (pls don’t make me fly over the moon!), supposed to forge private happy time let alone be Her?

They say we are all in it! I say if we were, why is  there not a national song to brace us for it!!

So I chose She. Elvis Costello. Let me know what yours would be.

High fidelity

I didn’t in the least like Nick Hornby’s Hi-fidelity, ask Vasu how we both hated it! But there is some sense in one thing he said. That pop music can be blamed for some of our woes. Like the DTC-music I subject myself to on a daily basis. (That too with dialogues, main tumhain nahin chhodunga, main intazaar karunga, Meri Priya.) Not to forget the ring-tones now-a-days. One fella even had a bhojpuri song.. kinda the limit! I sincerely believe that is the worst thing you can do to a person, gift him a ringtone. Imagine your boss calling you to savan main lag gayee aag, or my electricians ringtone, which thanks to his obstinacy even I have memorized, sayinya been bajaye.. (he refuses to ever come over before the sixth call)

But there is still more merit in Hornby’s observation, pop-music can put you in a curious mood. You feel like calling on old friends, boyfriends. (Though I cant list the top five.) And then you get sappy and feel like a pedicure, watching a movie and eating pop-corn, skipping office the next day, o.k. that can be said for most days. Still, I think you would get the drift.

…I bought a ginger and honey mix, as goes for the green tea, this too will take long before I try it.

Here is a list of things I need:

1. new key board
2. htc ear phones
3. a break
4. a car
5. 30 hrs to each day
6. et al.

Please note I accept gifts with flair and grace. And Christmas is round the corner!

Also, some think me is a man-eater. Pleased. Extremely so. Thanks again.

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)