Saturday, November 29

I Miss You!!

Its been over week since you are gone. I know I am the culprit, I am the one who sent you away. But it was far too necessary for your health, I hope you understand that...

The day since you arrived in my life, I was a little too conscious to get indulged with you, I was afraid that I could hurt you. But it was you who invited me over with open arms and made me yours...

You are the one with who I share all my joys, all my laments, all my feelings. You became the source of my inspiration and my only dependable friend. I could come over to you anytime of the day or night, talk to you. You are the one who inspired me to write, you are the one who supported me through all my ignorance, you are the one who calms me down in my high times and soothe me in my low times.

Remember those sleepless, restless nights of mine, when you were the only one I could turn to??
When you look at me with those sexy eyes of your, and flaunt your flat and sensual belly, and the tenderness in your touches.. I miss all of them..

I know you must be annoyed with me for I have sent you away but believe me, I miss you more than anything. Your terminal illness was the cause of my worry and you need that rehabilitation more than anything, even more than my company sweetheart. I miss you Baby, Get well soon and come back to me.. Come back soon...

P.S. This post is dedicated to my beloved Dv 6680 HP make Laptop which has been given for the motherboard replacement.

P.P.S. Recommended Post : Sare Jahaan se achaa Hindustan Humara By Sam

Wednesday, November 26


This post is for Various reasons:

1. The celebration for the awards. Heartfelt Thanks to Tshhar and Sam :) n for all the buddies thanks for your support, here is the least I can do for you.. It looks soo yummm.. Sluurppp... :P

2. My second favorite season- winters (ofcourse after monsoons) of the year has arrived, I am more than loving strolling in the cold breeze, dressing up guffy and sporty, the cozy quilt and hot cofe along with a lovely book in the bed, the doubled taste of delicacies :D

3. I got a chance to visit a Jazz evening yesterday, performed by an Irish Singer Honor Heffernen and her trio. It was a great vocal concert, they sung mostly folk turned into Jazz and other Jazz numbers including 'come rain come shine'.

I would upload the video as soon as my lappy comes back :(

4. Yeah, heartfelt thanks to all the buddies and readers who contributed to the romantic numbers album. Your suggestions, advices have been great help, and I shall soon let you all know the final compilation. :)

5. I completed a real good book "The God of small things" by Arundhati Roy, read the review here.

6. I am sad, upset, tristful and angry- Preeti isnt back, Keshi isnt back - I miss them soo, and now a shock, Chriz is saying farewell.. I dun understand why... This isnt done dude!!

I shall be back soon with more updates, till then XOXO :)

Monday, November 24

Overwhelmed all over again =)

I can't be less than overwhelmed, elated.. Second award in a week :) even before I could post another random thought of mine over the blog...

I have no words to thank Sam enough for the honour bestowed in such less time, for this "Free Spirited and Independent"/ "Unmukt and azad blog award". What he says is

Richa : Her varied interests of blogging makes her an spirited and independent blogger :). Hey Richa, your genre of blog is one of the most varied that i have found :)

Is Izzat Afzahi ka shukriya, shukriya

is nacheez ko aapne Qaabil to samjha!!

Thursday, November 20

Overwhelmed!! :)


Overwhelmed I feel, got no words to express my feelings, kindda on cloud 9 I am (I hope it doesn't fall off with my weightJ)

I have been presented this badge as an award, I cant thank Tshhar enough, he is my first blogger friend, foremost blog follower and an ultimate source of inspiration J

The award does go with my URL- what a strange co-incidence!! J

Thank you tonnes dude, u rock!!

I feel so elated that I really hope I do not add another inch in pride to my already plump self :D

And also I have this privilege to pass on this award.

Now the rules for passing on this award are:

1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.
3. Link 10 other bloggers whom you wanted to share this award to.

I would love to share it with:

1.Preeti for her fuzzy n chirpy n what not blog- love u babes get back soon

2.Chriz for his super funny n hyper weird Chronic avatar

3.Keshi- Viva forever- Miss u too babes come back soon

4.Divinediu for my twin blog J

5.Praveen for his Cruses

6.Sam for his Razzmatazzes

7.Sujeet for his Nowhereness- I really admire your calmness

8.Mahul for his rusted copper coin- thnx dude for inviting me over J

9.Jagjit for his Advertisingh- I told u on day 1, ur blog did appeal me J

10.Chaggoholic for his lost world- truly deserving

P.S. Kartz, You have already been awarded dude, but still, I share it with you all over again- you have two butterflies now J

Monday, November 17

Help needed..

Hey Blog Buddies :)

As the title is self explanatory, I am seeking help from all the readers and blog buddies this time..

One of very close friends is engaged and is in courtship, and she has assigned me a homework- that is to make a list of beautiful romantic numbers (Hindi and English) that she can dedicate to her fiance and the term is that the tracks should be in female voices that is female solos. I have started the job, advices and suggestions are invited..

Please add your picks in the comment section, I shall be obliged :) - I thought being a little formal may appeal you guys and you add up maximum to the list :D

Saturday, November 15


The title explains my absence from the blog for the past 5 days..
OMG!! burning calories is a deadly job...
For a super lazy soul like I am, who hates to wake up early in the morning, plus who can let anything go besides their beloved sleep, it becomes even harder to not put on kilos after kilos.. And yeah to add on to it, I have the tendencies of a die hard foodie :D
I mean dude, there are numerous delicacies in the world, and you have only one life, how can you RISK to miss the food in the world!!

Nevertheless, I've decided to 'Re'-discover myself (for I've lost the count whichth
time decided it). :D
Literally, I kick myself out of the bed each morning to jog a mile or so, this week on, I've joined the dance classes back, I try my level best to overcome my temptations ;)

Its really hard to jerk off all the lazyness and jump into work-out.. :D

I really do not want to be size zero, I hate those non- human looking people whose waists measure lesser than my each arm- albeit no offences intended, but I mean what the hell guys, how do you look different from the skeletons, your expressions of frowning and smiling can not be differentiated.. And most importantly, why and how can you manage to starve yourself with so many options available around..

Suming up the whole post with as I always say, I never wanna be ZERO in my life, not even in my Size!!
"Inside this body lies that of a skinny lady. But I can usually shut her up with chocolate."

Monday, November 10

Mission Dulha Doondho

Seems my 25th monsoon is approaching as fast as it could, at times I feel it coming even faster than it should, it's when I see my parents' growing desperation for getting me married.

"Mission dulha dhoondo" is the hottest topic of discussion at my place these days...

Every visiting relative advents with a new rishta, the most embarrassing are the moments when someone of knowns scrutinize you from head to toe in some function and then fuel the fire by asking your parents "ab iski shaadi kab kar rahe ho?"

Most intense is my bro (younger though), who, all the time keeps on humming this 'n that (the plans for the functions, dresses, list of invites). Its because he feels himself left behind in the rat race with his frnz whose elder bros n sis' have gotten married even though they are younger than me...

His despair has reached to an extent that recently when we recieved an invite for a baby shower, he started mumbling things like "kyaa dad!! dekho aapke childhood frnz k bachhon ke bhi bachhe ho gaye hain n aapne abhi tak apni beti ki shaadi bhi nahi kari.."

My mom, she keeps telling all the relatives to find a suitable match for me- "ho koi eligible banda to batana.."

The other day when I finally gathered guts to ask her "mom itne rishton me se select karoge kaise??"
n she simply answered in her convival diction
"lucky dip!!"
(No doubt I have inherited my sense of humor from her!!)

My irk reached its peak when my mom I heard my mom saying "kids who find their match for themselves go better than those like ours who depend on parents..." *Sighs!!- Mom did I hear it right? Did I do real badly not dating anyone?*

Besides, matrimony portals and newspaper classifieds are being frisked for getting me a Jeevansaathi and for the mission Shaadi
(no, they havent paid me for advertising them) as if the guy would be pulled out of the screen of my destitute lappy or of the respective prints of the papers.

N yes, I aint rejecting any of the potential candidates, I need not do it, my parents are more cautious than me regarding all those specifications for choosing my "would be"..

Neither m I looking forward to a cool, handsome, rich guy, but I need not have to be obstinate for those hard n fast eligibility conditions, for those too are taken care of in a way better than I would do.

N regarding the decision, when it will be taken, will be known to my blog as I always say "main to gaaye (cow) hoon, jiske saath bandhenge usi ke saath chali jaaungi" [;)]

Thursday, November 6

Encounter with Life

Ah, a break!! Riya thought, none to company with, 'let me treat myself a shopping spree and a coffee, I'll have a cafe-shopping day'.
It was Diwali, and after constant working of hours she had lost count of, she had a free time of her office when all her colleagues and employees had vacated the office to proceed for a Diwali furlough. She looked at her office, the result of her profound toil and effort of 10 years that took to establish her own export house. No regrets she thought, Gratified enough.
Spirited, as she entered an air conditioned shopping mall, her eyes struck on a man- tall, lean and handsome- busy with his shopping at the far corner. She could not believe what she was seeing.
Stopping herself from running, shrieking, she called out reaching that man and engaging him in a bear hug "OhmyGod, Ani.. Is it you? Where have you been all these years?"
Awestruck, he spared himself from the embrace to have a look who was this girl. Recognizing the strange look in his eyes, she said "Its me, Riya. Didn't you recognize me?"
"Riya? Riya Arora? You look so.. different." he mumbled with a managed smile.
"I always have", Riya found herself chuckling back at him when she noticed a tall, pretty and happening and all girl standing by his side with a stern look in her eyes.
And Ani too realized the air getting thicker and addressed that unidentified girl "Ishita, she is Riya, a... long lost friend... and Riya meet Ishita, my wife."
"Oh hi!" Riya said in a tone so friendly, "Ani and I have been long lost friends".
"And I thought only I called you Ani" added Ishita in an arrogant diction.
"Aniket, I meant, so what has been up with your life? Got so much to catch up.." was all Riya could manage.
"Yeah, I have been fine enough, into my own venture and married for 2 years now, see... She makes a lovely wife", Aniket pointed out Ishita when she left them chatting for trying another outfit.
"Yeah, I can make that out." Riya replied, she had sensed an air of uneasiness in Ani's voice. She always did, she thought gloomily.
"How have you been? What are you up to these days?" Ani shot at Riya.
"Just usual stuff, busy with work and all, I have finally set up my drem-export-house if you remember" Riya told him with a swell of pride in her eyes and a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh that's great, really nice. How about personal stuff??" He shot back with growing stiffness.
"Yeah, Mom dad are doing just fine, and Kunal- my brother, he is settled in USA." she replied coolly.
"Hun, we are getting late, remember we gotta go to the Verma's party?" Ishita's voice rang from far behind in Riya's ears.
"Just coming sweetie" Ani responded back.
"It was really nice seeing you Ani...Ket, your wife is waiting." Riya said.
"Same here. Bbye, See you around" and he left, he turned and waived a hand at Riya with a smile.
Riya too returned a faint smile, she stood there, watching him leave, 'see me around when he didn't even bother to exchange contact numbers'.
The flashes of past came rushing to her mind as if a movie was being played in fast forward.
Aniket, Ani and she had been friends since times immemorial. They had grown up together, tearing each others hair, teasing hell out of each other, soothing each other, consoling each other.
More than a friendship was blooming within, they realized, when they were knocking towards their youth. Their first brushes against each other, their first kiss, the night when she lay in his arms as her lover- possessing him and being possessed. She stood there, seeing past, scene by scene being played in the memory lane.
She was over with her academics and could not decide what to do next, when one fine day, Ani broke the news that he was going abroad, for further studies. She never asked the silly question 'and what about us?', she just understood.
But they were part time lovers and full time friends. They would talk everyday, they would talk about the hell stuff , about home- how he missed it, about lot more things. But with time lingering, the busy-ness crept in, and gradually, the everyday turned into often, often into rare ending up they lost contact.
She waited with a hope of him returning back to her, jumped into work, jerked everything other off her life and gave everything to her dream- her own export house. And how successful she was. And how empty...
Not that she did not have the opportunities, she was pretty, vibrant, successful and talk of the town. Who did not want to win her? Her colleagues, associates, clients asked her out. But she ignored. All of them. For a ray of hope, that had survived kindling inside her for these looong 10 years.. That same hope which died today in the encounter with life..
May God bestow his best of blessings on you Ani and Ishita, she wished as she turned away, startling at the call of her name from a distant place.
"Hey Riya"
She turned around to find out a business associate who had become a friend as well over the years.
"Hey Abhay" she said with a wry smile.
"What, of all the places are you doing here? and aloof?" Abhay demanded.
"Making up my mind for a re-incarnation at 35. What say?" she joked back.
"You already look stunning dear lady, you do not need a make-over I believe." Abhay bantered.
"Aww you mean guy, you know how I despise flattery." Riya continued.
"Do you mind even a coffee Damsel!" Abhay said.
"The treat has to be mine, I am the one who is going for re-incarnation" she replied.
"Your wish is my command ma'am" he bragged.
Riya held onto Abhay's outstretched hand and marched towards a new life.
With a new hope...

Wednesday, November 5

Tu muskura..

Finally there a track arrives from Subhash Ghai's forthcoming movie 'Yuuvraaj' that sets those teenage butterflies back in the stomach.. It reminds me of the first crush feelings :D
I am in love with the lyrics, the Music simply goes to the heart :) I guess it is the first time some music director has used Bethoven Symphonies in commercial music. Hats Off to Mr. A. R. Rehman.

The Lyrics go like:

Tu muskura, jahan bhi hai tu muskura,
tu dhoop ki tareh badan ko chhoo zara,
shareer si ye muskurahatein teri,
badan mein sunti hoon main aahatein teri..
labon se aa ke chhoo le apne lab zara,
Tu muskura....

The whole Album is promising, movie too seems worth looking forward to.. Lets c..

Monday, November 3

Forget Love, I would rather fall in Chocolate

Warning- The title is deceptive.

Love- the most widely talked about emotion in the world..
But love?
I just happen to write this post- thanks to Mr. Paulo Coelho. After I finished his last issue- The witch of Portobello, I had kind of sworn not to get another one from the master story teller, but then I happened to been gifted this- his latest bestseller- Brida. (Nopes, it not a review).

Now, I havent finished it yet, but it makes me to write something about it.
The book talks abut the Witch Culture once again. *sighs*
(those explanations at times make me think might I too got those witchy gifts)
And the particular thing with caught my attention and is influencing me to finish this book is that it talks about 'identifying one's Soulmate'.

Soulmate, I wondered what exactly is that? Then this book tells me- every soul in the world is fragmanted into two parts- one ying and other yang and are reborn as two different people- a concept somewhat like the diffusion I guess. And it says, each soul comes across its soulmate atleast once in its life time and it is just a matter of a spark that enables us to recognize the other part. If we get along well, the purpose of our existance is achieved and if we do not, we have to be re- incarnated. *wooh*

Not just that, how do we recognize our soulmate is rather a funnier concept- one trained in the Witch culture can recognize the soulmate as they can see a point of light just above the left shoulder of the other person. (*did i elaborate it well?*)

Few days back I were reading an article in the Times of India which talked about the same- soulmate concept, but it said one can have as many as 7 soulmates and if you come across more than one soulmate in a lifetime, it leads to pain and sufferrings.. (hehehe- I appreciate ur guts if u have read this till here)

I mean what the heck??
Does it make senses? What occult?
Nothing unintentional, I have had my share of perplexities, not that I do not believe in love.
What I understand about the soulmate concept is- there are certain people, with who we feel complete, who complement us, but if there is a concept like this white light and finding them has to be our life purpose, with such difficulties, I say, the tile of the post sums it all up...

Saturday, November 1

I am proud being born a Girl....

My recent visit to Red Cross split my heart into pieces.. That just inspired me to scribble a few lines.. Warning: I am a "no-poet" guys!!

I am a girl...
the first ray breaking the dawn,
the smiling dew drop in the morning,
the fragrance of the flowers,
the dim moonlight at nights....

weaving dreams in colors of rainbows,
an aritst's inspiration,
direction to a lost soul,
a daughter, a sister,
a friend, a wife,
a soothing mother....

the heights of Kalpana and Sunita,
the velocity of PT Usha,
the strategies of Indira,
the struggles of Medha,
the strenghts of Anundhati and Jhumpa...

Dad's Senorita,
Mom's angel,
abandoned in a dust bin,
scratched by strays,
synonym for devotion,
craving for affection...

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