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!  

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?

Hi-Five

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. 

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. 

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.