Showing posts from March, 2009

Khatam Kahaani

Not just friendship, all entities – alive or non-living, concrete or abstract – exist for a purpose. This includes people. And gods that are born as humans. I read how Krishna died a few days ago, and it broke my heart. How Gandhari’s curse took effect and wiped out the Yadavas from the face of the earth. How not even God is spared by fate.

If you remember, Krishna was cursed that he would see his own clan kill each other as the Kurus did, and he would wander alone. How this came to happen was that Krishna’s son Samba was cursed by rishis (coz he and his friends played a prank on them) that he would bear an iron club that would destroy the Yadavs. Balarama tried to avert disaster by demolishing the tool, but destiny carries it off to the final site which the clan visits for a picnic. (You may have guessed that this locale was suggested by Krishna himself.)

Balarama takes the form of Ananta (the white serpent) and enters the sea, renouncing the earth. Helpless Krishna overcome by kismet …


“He’s getting married.”
"He called yesterday, said he was getting married later this month.”
Long silence.
"You feeling bad?”
"I don’t know why this is making me feel like crying... It’s not that I love him or anything, and I know my agreeing to be with him for life will bring nothing but disaster... He's a great guy and everything, but we've just moved too far apart now... Still... It bothers me somehow..."
"I know what you mean, I myself am feeling horrible.”
"I’m surprised I’m sad! This was bound to happen someday or the other, and yet... Me feeling this way... Stupid, right?”
"Not at all... It’s like you start considering something your own, and then even when you don’t use it, you feel no one else should either.”
"Ya, that’s exactly what it is. Its crazy but I always thought he’d never marry before me, if you know what I mean...”
"I thought so, too. But I guess he will move on, can’t wait and stay like that forever…

The Friendship Volcano

I’ve often felt miserable coz I don’t have a comforting companion, a jigari yaar with who life looks absolutely brand new and hopeful and livable every single day. A lifelong chum who is a great friend – nothing more, nothing less.

I’ve seen friendships around me blossoming and ending, but the contentment of having an understanding, lifetime chaddi-buddy has evaded me. Someone you meet and befriend when you’re a tiny tot (or maybe a little older), and with whom you continue to share the same camaraderie ages after the first day you met... "Ah we’ve known each other for decades, we’ve been best friends since playschool”... Something like that, you know...

But hey, you can’t change that.

I thought I was the only lonely one in my part of the globe, but looks like it isn’t so. I’ve seen several folks who were best friends once and then drifted away over petty reasons, folks who became thick as thieves within a day of seeing each other, folks who managed to strike a chord with everyone y…

Kaam-a-Kaaj-ee (Kamikaze?!!)


Most of you must have read the Seven Habits of Highly Effective People (and the other sequels). Wana know the Seven Habits of Me?!!

1. I can be an expert at guiding and counseling, but I can also be a terrible listener in love with the sound of my own voice.
2. I shop anywhere, but I won’t eat at tin tappar bhojanalays and never-been-there-before tthelas.
3. I look up each time the sky rumbles as an aeroplane passes, but I sometimes purposely ignore or feign disinterest when someone is trying hard to convey a message.
4. I pride myself on my forthrightness and independence, yet I need a soul-mate who I can run to when a small worry, joy or sorrow is on my mind.
5. I get hurt at the slightest of things, and I remain calm in the toughest of waters. I cry buckets in silly emotional movies, and somehow the tears never quite dry up despite facing the same life situations and callous people innumerable times.
6. If there is tons to accomplish, I want a break. If I’m on a vacation, I want some…

Aayi Re Khushi

Somebody very dear to me brought to my notice that I am adept at describing my sorrows, and I wax eloquent when it comes to my despair. Amazingly, I’m not as garrulous and animated when it comes to my joys and fun... Ahem.

As much as I would like to refute and deny this statement, I’m sheepishly going to admit that this is indeed true... But hey, I’ve already shared with you that I find sorrow the most write-worthy of emotions. Somehow the words just flow when I think about loneliness and distress. Can’t help it. Blame the Cancer traits of moodiness and emotionality coupled with clarity and lucidity!

Anyway, to endorse the fact that I can describe my joyfulness, too, here is this post...

I made some awesome, awesome tea for myself the other day after I went home from work. Usually, my Maa makes garam adraki chai for me and hands me my pet tumbler as I prop my legs up on the sofa and watch reruns of Friends, Roadies or Taarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashma. On this fateful day, however, she was …

Stories Galore

Oye dost-log!
How’s it going?!

Me doing fine, finished the Shalya Parva, Sauptika Parva and Stree Parva in the Mahabharata, and simultaneously working on GMAT as well. Bought a new book – Barron’s TOEFL for self-study. Tayaari major types hai, but actual padhai kitni hai... Now that’s a good Q!

Speaking about the Kaurava-Pandava war, Shalya is now dead, so are Uluka, Shakuni and the rest. Among the Kauravas, there remain just four survivors – Duryodhana, Ashwatthama, Kripa and Kritavarman. When the Pandavas discover Dury healing his wounds under the Dwaipayana lake, they challenge him for a final bout that would conclude the war, leading to a single victor. Thus follows the gada-yuddha (=mace-fight) between Dury and Bheema.

This section is an amazing piece of drama – the foolhardy nobility of Yudi, the description of the combat between the two mighty cousins, and the verbal duels amongst Krishna, Balarama, the Pandavas and Duryodhana. Dury is felled by treachery (just like all the other g…

The Price of Love

“Roar”, said the demon,
"I’m going to imprison you,
Neither friends nor family can you see,
All you shall have here, is me.

With me can you talk,
With me you’ll live alone,
I promise I’ll make you smile,
And to wipe your tears, I’ll do all that’s pure and vile.

But no one else can you call upon,
Though you command all that your heart wants,
Except for other humans, coz I can’t share you,
You’re too precious, too pretty, I can’t let you go.

I can’t risk you enjoying with another,
And refusing to return to me,
And even if you do, your heart will not be mine,
And I’d die rather than see you unhappy...

No! You must remain in this cage, this golden cage,
And I promise to keep you satisfied.”

"Ok”, said the princess,
"I love you, and I recognize how much you love me,
I don’t need anything else, except to be here with you.”
Alas, the foolish girl,
So innocent and short-sighted.

Life is funny and weird,
And our needs and desires even more so...
What seems so right one moment, looks ridiculous at anothe…

Creepy crawlies

This post isn’t about bugs and insects.

It’s about another species of creeps. Read M-E-N.

(Sorry guys, I ain’t on your side this time. I know I wrote about fun stuff on gender benders before, but you gotta excuse me this once. Will make it up someday...)

Note : This post is entirely on the masculine gender and how troublesome they are. If you have any problems with the said topic, please stop reading this and explore the rest of the blog. Thanks.

P.S. Note : I also know there are exceptions to everything, and I’m not denying that. So, if something looks objectionable to you women (and the guys who are still reading despite the above warning), I sincerely apologize.

I’m not writing this post coz men constantly feature in my list of irritating issues; you know I often say they’re much better than women as buddies. However, more than a few times now, I’ve come across other women who are losing their calm and joy thanks to the men in their life.

A fellow blogger is hurt time and again when her …

Alco-Horoscopes (contd...)


Ready for the remaining list?


"I'aam jushtt a shocial drinkerrr," slurs Libra, "it's jusht that I'aam so damn shocial." Libra loves nothing more than to party, mingle and relate to everyone. Whether dipped in favor of Good Libra (with Insta-Frienddevice set to "on") or heavier on the Evil Libra side (they are little instigators when bored), the Scales can really work a room. Charming as they are, Libras are notoriously lacking in self-control, however, which can get them into all sorts of trouble -including wearing their wobbly boots waaaay too early in the evening, flirting with every man/woman in the room or even blacking out the night's events entirely. Oops!

Don't ever tell Scorpios they've had enough, for they'll smirk at you and quietly but intentionally keep tippling till they're hog-whimpering drunk, out of 100-proof spite. …


We spoke about cocktails in a previous post.
And I told you about birthday horoscopes in another one.

Now, here’s both of them together!

We have all done it at some point or the other - eagerly checking for personality pointers, under tags like animals, colors, numbers and what not... THIS is sure different!

What your sunsigns say about YOUR EXPECTED BEHAVIOUR AFTER YOU GET DRUNK!! ;-) Enjoy!

Aries like to party and sometimes don't know when to call it a night. Their competitive streak makes them prone to closing-time shot contests. They're sloppy, fun drunks, and they get mighty flirty after a couple tipples. Getting Aries people drunk is a good way to get what you want out of them, should other methods fail. Aries can become aggressive when tipsy, but they will assume that whatever happened should be forgiven (if not forgotten) by sunrise. They can be counted on to do the same for you - so long as you haven't gone and done anything really horrible to them last night.


Karma and Holi

Namaskar, dear friends!

How you fellas doing?

I’m doing pretty well myself, thanks... Had a great Holi as I played with color after almost 3 (maybe more) years. Abandoned the fun coz I hate the after-effects! For one, you need to scrub till your skin is sore, and plus, there is always a water shortage on Holi day, which is a holiday for one and all!! Everybody goes back to work the next day looking like a new species of the monkey family...

However, I’m looking as human as ever today, coz I had a wonderful oil massage before the masti, and so, despite a hell lot of color being smeared on me by friends and family (and naughty boys out for a chance!), I did not have to rub and cleanse beyond what I do every routine day. Thank heavens for that! And also for the plentiful water available for us to polish up.

Hey, water reminds me – wasn’t the rain yesterday nothing short of a miracle?!! I mean, whoever heard of a shower in March?!! The first monsoon usually strikes in June sometime... The sea…

An Impatient Patient

Happy Holi!!

Here I am... One tooth less than I was last week... Had a tooth extracted on Friday, and I must admit, it’s not as terrifying as it’s made out to be...

I was peeing my pants thinking about the amount of pain I’d have to undergo as the dreaded dentist pulled and poked at my pearly whites (ahem!)... However, I was in for a pleasant surprise, as the tooth came out pretty quick and easy, and the pain was nil after the first 3 minutes when he injected the anesthetic.

I hate the dentist... I mean not him/her personally (in fact, dentists are often very good-looking and sweet-natured!) but it’s just that their work, while being extremely important, is also excruciatingly scary. Do you think they like peering into people’s smelly, decayed mouths?? Eeyuck... Not my cup of tea, for sure!

My cap-less, root canal-treated tooth had reached the acute pinnacle of decay, and I knew I was in for trouble when my jaw started aching in the beginning of last week. Got no one to blame but myself f…

Fear Has A New Address

(No, not coz the festival of colors is here, and you need to watch out for sneaking eyes and peeking hands ready to douse you with rang and gulaal.... Best wishes for Holi, readers!)

Read this anonymous letter I found the other day.

Me frustrated. Me donno what to do. Me think I kill myself. Or I just die. I do no want to live. Nobody like me. Nobody need me. All think me bad person. Me care for people, people do no understand, people fight. Me get angry. Me hurt people. My life no good. Me no trouble no one still people no like me. Me brave and stubborn. Me also blunt and intelligent. So many say me good, me reach success, me capable. But me no happy. Me alone, me sad. I donno fault. How can all world be wrong? No. Me wrong. Me end life. Me got no guts, so me live on.

Interesting, eh? Especially the last line... Do you need guts to kill yourself, or do you need balls to survive?

I guess it’s that split second where you are so depressed and frustrated, that you muster all your valor to sa…

A Woman

Yesterday was International Women’s Day (March 8), and here’s a tribute to all the great ladies around the world...

A forwarded mail that I received last week, and vowed to put on my blog for its directness, simplicity and honesty....

The original slides were from Funspirations (whatever that is), so I’ve just copied the content out here for you folks... Enjoy! And learn to respect....


When God created woman, he was working late on the 6th day.

An angel came by and said, “Why spend so much time on that one?”

The Lord said, “Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?”

"She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food.

She must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart, and she must do all this with only two hands.”

The angel was impressed.

"Just two hands? Impossible... And…

Born Free


Did the title remind you of Elsa, the lion? It was a wonderful movie - Born Free, and the sequel Living Free.

A poem this time... Coz each one of us here is Born Free... And deserves to live happily...

Another blank verse (incidentally, the last one was also on love, though it was merrier ...)


When I said I love you,
You said “I know”.
I doubt it...
Do you really?

I don’t know what makes me think,
I know love better,
And though I respect and cherish yours,
I don’t see the same mirrored.

So, what?
We are two different individuals,
We can’t be the same!
Funny, we thought we were, earlier...

It hurts me, this distance and detachment,
But being together was not the paradise we imagined.
As my sacrifices and feelings go unseen,
My soul remains incomplete and tarnished.

Fools fall in love,
And it is idiotic still to let the loved one know,
Exactly how much he/she is needed,
Though that probably is the first thing that is noticed.

You doubted my commitment and loyalty,
And frankly, it’s better that way,

What’s on TV?

You might have read / heard this famous quote that I caught on Discovery Travel and Living : It’s good to have an end to journey towards, but it’s the journey that matters in the end. (Just thought I’d share it with you...)

Did you watch the latest episode of MTV Roadies? It was by far the bestest one until now. (Actually, all the contestants are so thhakela and pakela, that any amount of effort by Raghu, Nature Baba, Danger Debbie and their crew is rendered futile.)

However, this one was different. After irritating Dev (thankfully) got kicked out coz of his over-smartness, it was Roop’s turn to be voted out. The remaining 9 Roadies – Polomi (wonder how she survived this long), Samrat (looks the most promising and deserving, but politics will kill him sooner or later), Bobby (cool Delhi-ite), Kiri (crazy chinki), Natasha (grr... sucha galling female – she’s made too many enemies too soon), Sandeep (the head behind the plots), Tamanna (I like her guts, though she has a constant frown on …

Beautiful Day

She walked past the toy store. A song on her lips. Her hair bouncing with every step she took. It was a beautiful day.

Hey best friend had just hung up on her. Another silly argument. There was nothing she could do about it but wait. It would blow over. They could never stay angry at each other for long.

Jeez. this was just like the stupid fights she read and laughed over in her teenage novels...

She reached the bus stop. Number 54 was nowhere in sight. She checked her watch. 15 minutes to get to work.

The florist smiled at her as she stood waiting. He knew she loved flowers. She eyed them every morning and evening. "Might as well buy a bunch for myself", she thought. Those pretty multihued ones in red, pink, yellow. They made her feel alive...

A coin rolled away.

As she stooped over to pick it up, the bus breezed past her.

No worries. It was a lovely day. She’d just walk the few blocks to work.

The coffee bar was full at this time of the day. Rush hour. A chocolate bar would be jus…

Ultimate Truths

Salut, ladies and gentlemen!!

Bahut serious business ho chuka... You more than deserve what's in the offing today...

Laughs galore!!

Another forwarded mail... A must-share! Enjoyyyy....

- Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.

- To Err is human, to forgive is not a company policy.

- The road to success... Is always under construction.

- Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but if you think again… neither does milk...

- In order to get a Loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.

- All desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive, fattening or married to someone else.

- Since Light travels faster than Sound, people appear brighter before you hear them speak.

- If at first you don't succeed? ... Destroy all evidence that you ever tried!

- A bread that you have buttered will always fall buttered side down.

- Anything dropped on the floor will roll over to the most inaccessible corner.

- If you reach the bus stop early, the bus is late. If you …

Kacche Dhaage

I don’t know if I’ve told you about this guy who keeps sending unsolicited forwards, but here’s a very interesting thought he sent the other day – It's a wise man who lives with money in the bank; it's a fool who dies that way...

My neighbor expired on Friday (remember I told you it was a bad day?) I wouldn’t have been too shaken if the circumstances hadn’t been so dramatic.

He was a lovable chap, roughly around 56-58 years old. Always dressed in his long chaddis and a white banian, he sat watching TV with the door wide open in the evenings. Whenever we used to walk up to our flat, he used to smile and say hello, not bothered about his attire or posture. I also remember him as he returned from work, straddling his daughter’s rickety yellow scooter. Quite a merry man...

The circumstances I’m talking about are this... He and his wife have two daughters, both married off happily, one abroad and the other right here. While the daughters have a few years between them, both of them hap…

Suno Mahabharata ki Kahaani

I told you I was at the end of the Drona Parva and I’ve finally finished it. There’s now about 220 pages to go before I can place this book back on my shelf after an exciting and memorable read.

You know Drona was the guru of the Kauravas and Pandavas, and his favorite sishya was Arjuna, though his own son Ashwatthama was also an excellent warrior. However, in yuddha (=war) there is no relation and no memories. Only fighting your best is your real dharma. And if dharma bids you to tell a teeny-weeny lie, then it ain’t fully wrong either. (Though Yudi WAS punished for this. Later later.)

Drona was blazing on the battlefield. He was a brahmana, yet the Kaurava Senapati fought as if he were a kshatriya which was not his true nature. He embraced adharma and loosened massive astras on common soldiers. To rein him, the only way was to tell him about his son’s death. And the fib was told. By Bheema and none other than the great Yudhishtira. Prompted by Krishna, Dharma deva’s son told this one …