So-called Chaos!

Its like ripples going down the top of my neck, down the shoulder blades, to the very tips of my fingers. Ah! the realization starts the awakening. Then the craving for chocolates! But no, have had enough in the past weeks, hoping to thwart the need for a pause with the momentary satisfaction wrapped in silver and gold. Dead lines met, triggers pulled. Now for life to take its toll.

O god! A body massage and some white wine! Purrrfect. The caption to the pic below read “Mom’s favourite words, spa and wine”! I am aging in thoughts if not otherwise! But please, feel free to gift!

I met a very dear friend over the weekend! it was great! two hilarious movies, some trinket shopping, apple pie n cinnamon shakes, and mochas to swap stories over. Not to forget the frantic driving around Delhi missing the flyovers! I have decided, Vasant Kunj is definitely one of the better places in Delhi to stay.

Hmm… I have been recommended meditation in order to find meaningful ideas from within. Will fill you in on the Equal next time round!

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.