Mr doggy.

Mr doggy.

He came in my life to replace me (funny? yeah.) and now I think he lives a better life than most of the humans around. After I moved out my dad brought this tiny golden retriever in a carton box and my brother got his next best friend and my mom another kid to 'mom' after. But that's the fun part, he won't listen to you until he wants to or you pour over some extra large cans of LOVE .You can't really 'mom' over and there goes my childhood desire and dreams of being a rebel. This was something I could never do, say NO and there comes my replacement just walking away from what he doesn't want for himself.. You can't feed him according to you, nope. He won't settle for anything less than what he expects. Then when you shout at him , the Indian mother comes and tell you how he has never seen his mother ‘poor poor dog’ we must treat him as family. Of course, don’t you see his life is a treat! He doesn't have religious timings to avoid 'non-veg' food. When the whole country goes bare foot and hungry to worship their lords, he stays back to eat what he wants and sleeps whenever he wants, so that when you come back he can yawn at your face and bark to remind you that its his time eat again. He has choice of bitches to look after and then he is a dog, born with the talent of doggy style. While we have to join weight loss regimes and buy clothes and look smart,  he can 'pataofiy' (lure/lust/attract) with his Opaa doggy style!?. .Runs in his family.

So, yeah on second thoughts, life is better as a dog.

I mean look at his royal highness. ROYALITY. Mr doggy. He does his shit and people run to clean it. He barks, we get scared, he barks again we try to understand and then over understand over a few decibels created by him. I mean just few more decibels. People are dying shouting here but their words have consequences.

I think he has the coolest life in my house. When its hot my brother out of love gets him to sleep on my bed in an air-conditioned room. When its cold, well its awesome, he is Russian.

From second thoughts, this is my only thought. Life as a dog both metaphorically and biologically is a life worthwhile.You have a short, handsome life, you will always be golden, shiny and beautiful and loud and everyone will  love you till your last breath.You will always be a cooohicoohikooooo and the cutest little thing. 

FairPlay.

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The girl who has to sleep on the sofa.

INSPIRED?

Inspire.
oftenly heard, this obnoxious word has been a pain in the a** of many ‘hard working people.’
go get inspired! or go! GET INSPIIIIHIRED with half closed eyes and hand gestures. blah.

What is inspiration? how can you just sit there and get inspired?
but …against all that I wrote, 'believe you me’ 

YOU CAN.

It sounds impossible.it did to me when my teacher asked me to get inspired from nature and make a logo. ‘WHAAAAT?!?’ Was my reaction. exact.(kindly picture a zoomed in image of my startled eyes along. )

But you do get inspired. maybe not that literally. Maybe not at the right time ,which is why pain in the a**. but things do inspire you. It hits you in your subconscious. Hence, the un-realization.
Days when you are just low and go I don’t know man, everything feels wrong.
take a look outside maybe it’s the weather. Maybe its cloudy, don’t feel sad just go for a walk.

Everything will say 'Look at me' and then again I don’t mean hot guys/chicks. Although they never fail to do that, what I mean are abiotic factors to be precise.

But hey I know what you are thinking, ‘I know all that!’ WELL, OF COURSE YOU DO.

But As Sherlock said in one of the episode (scandal of Belgravia :P) ‘you see but don’t observe.’ This my friend is no different.
Because the moment you observe you would feel amazing .That song, what a wonderful world ?you would feel it and so deeply like those are your words and music. And all of that all the images in your view gets stored in left-rights of your brain. Chance are you are going through some of those image in your head..

So when I look back and try to sort my own brain’s left-rights

in one of those moments, I find that the greenery inspires me. The bright printed shirt on that uncle riding on a bicycle inspires me.
The yellow ladder kept on a white wall inspires me. Sunlight peeping through the space between the curtains inspires me. Oh and why sunlight curtains inspire. Worn off clothes inspire me.
That hideous Bollywood song about shirt’s button ,yes, that somehow amazes and inspires me. Smiles inspire me.
Ventilation? Yeah yeah don't frown,crossing of wind,that too inspires me. I am sure does that to you too. Don’t you feel a part of a movie when you are talking and suddenly wind goes through your hair and whispers in your ear?
It always says hi to me.
And then suddenly you start smiling and go ..man I am high on life.Because life inspires you. and me.

You can call me or this post boring but the next time you are just smiling and someone asks you why? You’ll go ..just!
And then you’ll realize.

It’s the subconscious!:)

RANDOM.

Random,yes random.
'coz random it is no matter how much more random it gets.Probably the most saturated and safe word-random.

so random,when I walked out and walked till the airport and random it was while walking back I didn't take a turn and kept walking.Walked with my debit card in one pocket and an iPod in the other pocket,  straight into a grocery store.
Explosions in the sky in my ears, one hand on shopping basket and the other surveying the chocolate sections.20 mins later. shower gel.10 mins later.cheese.And maybe because random was the word I was in the wine section,randomly,surveying.Picked some up, made some face(s), put it back.

Standing in the queue after 45 mins of 'sophisticated' head-banging on some of the world's most soothing songs in a grocery store I saw magazines. Fashion, travel, food, everything. Left everything, picked the one I am not subscribed to ,bought it and started walking back.This time for sure.

Bag in one hand and the other hand increasing Bob Dylan's voice in my iPod, my mind was on rewind ,in slow motion,watching the past hour and half and wondering.. random? HAH yeah random!Why did I just leave my place randomly?It made no sense.Although I was loving it,the walk,the wind,the weird looks in a store :P but why?
Cluelessly,opened the magazine expecting beautiful shoes and like any inevitable fortune cookie that can happen any morning came the pretentious pages of horoscopes along with the words that my heart wanted to be read out aloud .Words that were echoing in my head but were in denial to believe.

Getting over a situation or a person is difficult and weird.Its sad-weird-random-funny and a few days later, funnier.And it gets weirder when the soultion-answer-reason comes to you whistling a suitable song,sugar coated in a nice font marketed well with fashion photo-shoots.
so,random?yeah, random.Because random is never mundane.

p.s.- To understand this post listen to "blowin' in the wind." by Bob Dylan.


p.s. II - don't believe in horoscopes :P

THAT one feeling.

A night spent wondering on how can you possibly use only seven products -sneakers, stockings, underskirt/skirt,choli, bindi, belt and umbrella  and three rounds of coffee,  here comes the frames.

It’s not me (i mean the concept etc) , or maybe I am bound by my ego to accept it, anyways...  the theme, the frames the whole concept isn’t about me but its about that one feeling.

That one feeling , the little tanginess that love adds to your life, the whole weak in knees, that need of a moment together, the mutual feeling of being wanted that sometimes overflow through your eyes or curl you inside your stomach.

Affection

Love

Passion 

For some that feeling might be more of friendship,for others it can be a dream while few are plain passionate..people are different but that one feeling is common.
Its like how Woody Allen says,  ‘‘ its not just love , its luff, its louuve, its lurrrve!’’

:)

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The feeling would be mutual and we won't be needing to say it all along.
coz when it would begin to rain you won’t turn my life into Bollywood.
On the days of my misery , no you won't go all  koochi koo, but you will stand by me and understand.
Then at times when I become irritating and silly, you'll laugh or better yet you would give me a look and I would understand.
There will be days when things won't work but when we would see each other it won't matter, like it never had.
On the days when I would talk about my dreams, you will hold my hand and dream along.
On Sundays we would sit by reading , giving a company to each other's loneliness and we won't mind...
We will have a car but we would walk. When we would want to go out we would got the beach. Play with sand and water.
People might call us mad, but it would be fun. Our kind of fun.
Because in the end I’ll look at you and you would smile and everything will be alright.
 And I know 'you' would be worth the wait.

occasionally.

Recently I  received a questionnaire, in a vague but unavoidable handwriting. The cover obviously had private and confidential written on it.I opened the package and found two papers. It said,

Kindly answer the following questions-

(So,following are the questions and my ‘instant’ answer)

Do u read?
Occasionally

Do u write?

..Occasionally

Do u work?
 O…cc..asionally

Do u party?
 Occasionally.

Do u booze?
Occasionallyyyyyyyy

Do u hate people?
OCCASIONALLY

Do u bitch about people?
OccASIonally

Do u like people?
OccasionallY

                                                                                                                                      

I am not sure if all of u relate to my instant answers but I am sure that it was sent by one of my random friends who was fed up of my mood swings or maybe making real questionnaires (yes, we have assignments like that). If u have heard the opening of cork in a champagne bottle,you know that 'POP', this questionnaire did that job in my head.

Sometimes, we hear ourselves  cribbing about how our  life is so –not- perfect and its not worth living  and blah blah blahbblahblah and why? Because probably we didn’t get the result of certain things the way we wanted them or maybe we have too much of expectations, you are broke ,or better your crush ‘crushed’ your feelings ,your laptop has gone crazy ,you suddenly realized that you actually have lost your mind or that kids in Africa are dying, the nation u live in is not the place u wanted to be born in OR any random shit man! You just get pissed, its your bad hair day and thing are not working out .But just because some things are not working out doesn’t mean that they never would.

And with refrence to my friend’s assessment on me, things change, feelings change….occasionally.  You are looking at the shadow because there is light on the other side but its u who has to make a choice and notice the light.All you have got to do is hang in there and just when u feel fine turn the page and move on.

P.S.- I did turn the page, although of the questionnaire (remember it had TWO pages!!) and it said-
        ‘nothing is permanent in this world. Except of course this statement.
         u are doing fine,kid.'

How I Met Her Mother

When I was in the bus waiting for Bombay to arrive,I wondered if I was doing the right thing. No,I wasn’t regretting it already but when u fight with ur parents u really start thinking if ‘this’ decision was worth a fight. I was visiting my cousin sister in Bombay.

History knows it we haven’t been much of a sister for the past whatever years. Maybe because of an age gap ,I don’t know. From all the childhood memories I could recall she would always nag me,from health to height to marks I scored in mathematics and science to how fluentlv I spoke English etc etc. She used to sound perfect and made me feel inferior . Thus ,I would always feel mom likes her more and so I hated her more. (Not like I’ll kill u kind of hatred but rather envying.)

Only this time I was hoping for a change because I needed one. As had it been decided on the world’s shortest conversation ever, she came to receive me. The time she saw me, I knew she would begin judging and I HATE BEING JUDGED, SPECIALLY ON LOOKS! I was expecting a “oh my god! After so many days. u haven’t changed a bit.!” (Which in normal straightforward language would mean- u are still as fat as u were some years ago!haaaawwww!!) But she took me by surprise. She didn’t utter a word that was offensive in any ‘polygonal’ way. Instead she was happy like really happy to see me and that I am so independent and that I do whatever I wish to and that ,that I have learnt to fight for what I want! I just gulped. And gulped and gulped some more. It was too much to take in  at one go. Was she the same person or am I dreaming, that too a good dream?

We reached home ,laughing like crazy. It was a pretty place where she lived. A sea facing house. I could feel the salty breeze, the sand, the sunset .she was playing with her daughter while I was standing near the balcony. world seemed a better a place from her window. But as human nature I was lingering on one thought. What had happened to her? I mean not a single comment? Not even one? As much as I would have hated her if she did it, some part of me wanted her to do it.

Things were going unusually fine when suddenly my niece fell from swing and broke her arm. It was a terrible thing. She was was badly injured. When she walked in with her injured arm, her father was shocked, I froze and hence  the silence was broken when my di screamed. She was shivering more than the poor seven year old kid.

With whatever sense I could grab ,I tried to help them but that one moment when I saw her face red, eyes glistened with tears she looked different. No ,I don’t mean it in a funny or pulling her leg kind of a way that ‘oh hahaha ur face is red ,u are so hilarious!’ but what I mean is she appeared different, like she did when she came to pick me up and appreciated  me instead of nagging.

In front of me,was not my sister but my niece’s mother.Someone I had been totally unfamiliar with and someone I started respecting from that moment onwards. It was my niece’s mother that I had liked spending time with for past days . My niece’s mother who was no more of a nuisance to me. My niece’s mother who appeared nice and warm and affectionate. it was her who cried when her child got hurt and it was her who tried to control the sadness and pain to show so that her child doesn't freak out.I had never seen this side of her.. I’m not saying ‘oooh become a mother and u will be a beautiful woman from within and blah blah.’ Who am I to say?! Infact I might just be the last person who would believe it.But its amazing how life grows on u and u change, for good or for bad and u don’t even realise. Somehow Motherhood had embellished the woman in my sister and now she was more than just a pretty face.

Incase u are still wondering ,my niece is now doing just fine and so are her loving parents.