Friday, December 06, 2013

Matters of the heart are always messy.. Age no bar!

Songs are hypnotic things - they have the ability to take us back in time. Ronan Keating’s “When you say nothing at all” is my wound-of-the-past song. I was watching Notting Hill today on Zee Studio for the millionth time and I heard this song being played in the background and for a moment I just froze.

Snippets of my life came flashing in front of my eyes for the briefest painful moment. 18 year old me, fresher’s day in college, my seniors making me rehearse this song on and on and on until it sounded good enough. I had a bass voice according to one of them who was a “professional musician” and by professional I mean a girl with a nose ring and could play a guitar (whose footsteps I soon followed but failed miserably!) Still have the nose pin though, so yaay me!

Anyway.. back to my story. There I was standing in front of a crowd of at least a few 100s, onstage, mike in front of me and I saw him.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   He who I had a mad crush on when I was in school, he who was a cool long haired guitarist playing in a popular city band, he who was a complete jerk and broke my heart on our first meeting by calling me fat.  

As my luck would have it, he was judging the singing competition that I was partaking in and he happened to be dating someone from my college. After about a 30 second heart-attack I began singing Ronan Keating’s “When you say nothing at all”. I have no idea how I sang, whether I was in sync to the karaoke CD or whether I even finished the song. But when I got off stage my seniors patted me on the back and said “Good job!”

I lost. He made his girlfriend’s junior win. The sweetness of this song is lost on me now.

Years later I saw him.. at my gym. Panting like a dog and looking like a gorilla. I thanked my stars that I didn’t have to end up with him.

This chapter in my life made me set my standards very high for the kind of man I would end up with – a non jerk long haired bad boy guitarist who looked dangerous, but was really sweet and most importantly would never make fun of me or laugh at me ever!  

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

AJ.. My bestie for over a million years

Ajay, Aj, Devil – many names, one man. Aj has been my bestie before the word “bestie” was invented in the English dictionary of Yo words. He never forgets my birthday and is always the first to wish me every year. He is full of mad ideas, but mind you he sees those ideas right upto its conception. He is NOT all talk. 

Long ago when all I could think about was food and how much more of it i could consume, (without getting kicked out of restaurants), Aj came up with a plan. “One day, I’m going to start a restaurant just for you Fatty” he said and here we are in the year 2013 all grown up and Aj has not one but TWO restaurants! And he has promised me food “on the house” from both his restaurants. Now if this isn't true friendship, what is?

Yesterday afternoon Aj and I had a long discussion about marriage. I voiced my concerns on the topic and he as usual calmed me down with his signature brand of whacky theories and convinced me that marriage is the best thing for me.

Aj and I don’t have a single photograph together, because all the pictures we have together is of him staring at me eat. Early this year I went to Hyderabad with my folks and didn’t inform Aj. He found out of course and before I knew it, he was saying “Hello” to my parents and whacking me on the head for not being in touch.

Aj, you’re a gem! I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.. again! I know you've already forgiven me, like every single year.

See you soon?

Sunday, October 06, 2013


A little more than 5 years have gone by,

But you still make my heart fly,

You've never made me cry,

Despite all the times I’ve made your brain fry,

We've braved together in stormy weather by relentlessly saying aye,

We've downed all our sorrows with a lot of takeaway Thai,

Like all kiddie couples back in the day, we've scandalized the odd Kanta Bai,

We would laugh devilishly about it later over a one by two cup of cutting chai,

It’s a wonder we still look at each other and manage to say Aaye-Haaye,

After all the calories we have gained and lost, let’s not say bye,

For it would it be difficult to hunt down, track and finally fall in love with the perfect guy. 

Monday, September 30, 2013

Vivaan the Extraordinary

You light up our lives with your toothless grin,

Your head of curls look like an upside down bin,

You pitter-patter endlessly in mad circles like you’ve had a whole bottle of gin,

Your “ammumuu” cries make all your grandmothers happier than they have ever been,

Your love for Bollywood songs we have got akin,

Inside all our hearts you are in,

Your love for your cool aunt and grandfather is a big win,

We all wish you had a Siamese twin,

So that we could pull your cottony cheek skin,

Can’t wait for you to grow up so that I can hand you a violin,

I’m sure you will make us all proud with your creative spin. 

Friday, August 16, 2013

Soldier Soldier Meethi Baatein Bolkar..

Soldier! Any red-blooded Indian girl who grew up in the 90s would remember this song and this movie.  I was 15 and it blew my brains away.

At 15, girls dream about their prince charming, marriage and about finding their one true love.I had finally found my one true love... for the second time - Bad boy Bobby Deol! (The first was Leo DiCap from Titanic) I knew right then that i would settle for a boy who killed people for fun, wore black clothes, had wavy shoulder length hair and had a quirky sense of humour.

What a song! What a movie! The bad boy quotient will make you swoon.

Thursday, May 03, 2012

Life as I knew it

I have tears in my eyes and a severely broken heart as I write this. My student life is over forever. I’m done with my Masters degree from a reputed city college.  And the only thing that I can think of is; all my friends are leaving. That feeling of loneliness is slowly creeping back into my life and mind.
“Don’t go” is the only thing I want to say to them, but I won’t. Two years was a very long and arduous time period thrown our way when we signed up for this Masters degree. We hated all the long hours of work, the sari tying at the drop of a hat, the partiality, the never ending internships, and the venom being spit around by certain women. Keeping all this in mind, I should have been the happiest person on the planet when all this ended.. but I’m not. I’m sad. I’m so incredibly sad I could write a poem and if I had taken my guitar classes seriously written a sad song as well.

Debby and Pri, you made me want to come to college every day. And the days you two bunked I hated going to college.  

Neha and Nikki, you made me fall in love with long hours of gossip. It truly was therapeutic after a long and shitty day.  

I pray our friendships never end. I pray circumstances and time don’t change us. I pray that we love each other unconditionally like we do right now, today. 

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

And I meet my Soulmate Wheels again!

Who says cupid doesn't strike more than once? I fell in love in early 2005 with a smart Purple scooty, my life was absolutely incomplete without her. No her = No me, we were that inseparable. Five years we lived together, loved each other and wiped each others sorrows away. Then the dreaded accident struck. We had many "mini mishaps" together during our five years of love and friendship, but that wretched morning of February 2010 at 6am horror struck both our lives.

I woke up early that day to hit the gym (just like another other day), rode my baby all the way upto Ascendas to get to Fitness One (just like another day) but instead of reaching the gym we skid and fell into a horrible porthole. We scraped on the road for a good five minutes. I could see her getting mashed in front of my eyes. The pain of seeing her slip away was more painful than the fact that my right shoulder bone had officially left the building along with my right foot's nerve.

The rest of the morning was a blur of hysterical parents, neighbours and doctors poking me around with their surgical instruments. I was a vegetable for the next 2 months and I thought of her everyday and cried. I cried knowing I could never ride her or another bike for a while. All my dreams of getting a Harley and zipping around with it on empty fields were out the window. I was depressed, heartbroken and slightly senile with the long empty hours of nothingness that piled up day after day.

And just like that 2.5 months later, I was alright. My doctor yanked out the two gigantic surgical pins from my shoulder and declared I was alright. I ran to my baby and found that she was dusty and wobbly. I patted her and whispered that things would be alright soon and we would be together again.

In less than a month, we had to bid adieu. I was banned from riding her anymore. The loneliness and the depression crept back into my life. To make matters worse I had signed up for a Masters Degree from a reputed college in the city which was eating me alive! I had no way to commute. I was forced to take auto-rickshaws and the less said about the Chennai auto drivers and their God-complex attitudes the better.

Flash forward to 4th April 2012 (ie. today) i'm happy to announce that I'm done with the Masters course from above mentioned reputed college and I'm going to miss being a student. I miss my Purple baby a little less these days, but each time I see someone who looks like her, I feel pangs in my heart.

All my body parts are intact and unbroken, I'm fit as a fiddle! And and and.. The best news of all; I've met someone else - shes red, shes cute, has spunk, has a great music system, smells like a million bucks, is roomy and I've fallen completely head over heels in love. Again! ;)