Tuesday, August 20

Godspeed Readers!


Been a while since I dropped a line.

My husband decided to go hit a truck bareheaded so I had to drop everything else and tend to him. With an arm in the plaster, and several stitches on the forehead and face, life’s not been pretty for him, poor guy. The bike's totally trashed. But he’s a good boy – been dealing well with the pain and trauma. And all those questions that are predictable and irritating after some time – “How did it happen? How are you feeling now? Let me know if there’s anything we can do….”

So well, a forced holiday ensued, which was as far from being a holiday as humanely possible. Running around in the hospital for insurance and then at home entertaining visitors, phew. Thank God I am not a housewife. Don’t think I’m capable of THAT much hard work and tolerance. Salute to the nation on Independence Day, and a triple salaami today and everyday to the housewives in the country and worldwide. Your work is as brave and important as that of the martyrs and jawaan’s on the border. Respect!

(Or restecpaaa – like in Ali G Indahouse. Insane actor, that Sacha Baren Cohen! Loved him in Borat and of course Madagascar.)

Which reminds me, I watched Chennai Express last week. Expected it to be a dud, but a lot of people spoke very highly about it on Facebook so decided to give it a shot. The movie was okay, but I thoroughly enjoyed the scene where Deepika acts like a possessed woman – can’t remember when I have laughed that hard or that loud in the theatre.

SRK was his regular self, what some call amusing and the resst nauseating. Overall, a one time watch – whether in the cinema hall or at home. Good time pass. Nice music as well.

But what was definitely unsatisfactory was Once Upon a Time in Mumbai Dobara. We downloaded the film so thankfully, no money was spent in the bargain. But the Ajay Devgn standard sure was not met. Akshay and Imran could not create a lasting impression, and to top that, there was that stupid Sonakshi woman. Silly dialogues, meatless plot, useless show-shaa, and poor acting all add up to a flop. Avoid.

I haven’t been reading the news lately, but I did find out something very intriguing thanks to friends’ FB updates – www.ireport.cnn.com. It has some really nice stories and articles that anyone can add and read. Try it!

BTW, did you know about hashtags? (Those # symbols that people put up with their posts on social networking sites.) I have been seeing them for a while but only now did I attempt to explore their purpose. Apparently, it helps pull up relevant information. Gotta check that some time when I have more time on my hands.

Which is probably going to be a long time away… so much to do and such little time… Phew! If only people would concentrate on their work and let me focus on mine rather than pulling me into imaginary shit. It’s disheartening to know that people are liars and hypocrites. Not that I am an angel, but I at least have the balls to own up to whatever I have done, be it right or wrong. But then, cant expect the world to run according to my plans and behave as per my virtues.

Raksha Bandhan and Ganeshotsav coming up. What plans, fellas? Be safe and have fun. I’ll try to come back sooner next time… hopefully with good and better news :-)

Until then, godbless and godspeed!


Wednesday, August 7

Beautiful Stranger

What’s it about strangers that is so sinister and yet (or maybe therefore) so appealing?

The way he looks at you, the way she flicks her hair back, the toss of his head, her casual sigh…

There’s a ring to it that is second to none.

You look at so many people for the n’th time, and they never give you a reason to think about them again in the same restless, vibrant way.

So many people that we have met for the first time and wanted to meet again so that we could get to know them better… as friends, acquaintances, lovers, even partners…

The mysterious man or woman comes by in your life, and leaves an impression that you can neither admire nor avoid. All you can do is wonder what would happen next.

Of all the people that you meet and form a judgment about, that you decide you cannot stand even for one more second, or that you know you will be BFF with… but that alluring stranger that you need some more time with, before you can tag them as this or that.

And then, they become your world or a forgettable part of it. But until such time, all you got, is a weird and hopeful feeling that won’t go away. The soft voice in your head that says, “What if…”

Everything that person did or said in that miniscule meeting becomes etched in your mind for life. You relive that memory and modify bits of it, sometimes voluntarily, sometimes subconsciously. You kick yourself for something silly that you said, or chide yourself for not saying something smart. An opportunity missed, a chance ignored.

Everything seems more glamorous in retrospect. The man or woman becomes prince charming or the queen of your dreams. Just one more meeting, you plead…

Pretty butterflies concealed in your stomach suddenly come to life and flutter wildly about, if the heavens up above decide to bless you and you set eyes on that elusive stranger once again.

How do I know?

Coz I feel them every time I look at you…

My then boyfriend and now husband.

Every time is the first time, and each time I see you I fall deeper in love with you…

More than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

And I want it to be that way forever…

My beautiful, adorable stranger.

Akhilesh, I love you.

You have made me the luckiest woman in the world.

Thank you for making me yours.

I feel this today - the 393rd day of our holy matrimony, and every day that I call you mine.

Forever yours and yours alone,

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