Redefining Abstractions: Cha.alo I'll Manage

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Saturday, August 6

Another Year Wiser.

at 12:15 pm

Wiser or not, I doubt, but I like to keep it that way. :D

Never wanted to create a fuss about it, so kept away form Twitter, but somehow this Punky boy, who very fondly calls me his bro, (hugs for it) happened to remember. :) And hence proved that he just doesn't call me bro for the sake of it. :)

Well, I need to thank some 100 people on Twitter. Cha.alo, I'll mange.

Among other news, many unexpected events took place. Some people always manage to outsmart me. Doing what I think they wouldn't and not doing what I think they would. Whatever be the reason. You know who you are if you are reading this.

Also, my only Point and Shoot camera passed away just a few days back. So, I am kind of feeling handicapped. Very sad indeed.

And, yes, Birthdays *ARE* overrated.

Friday, May 8

Why Me!!

at 6:45 pm

For a change, this post isnt going to be Grammar and language oriented one.

The title of the post is apt. I am tired of saying "God try me". Rabb ji mera 'try' ka button press kar ke bhool gaye lagta hai.

I woke up in a rotten mood today. Why rotten, dont ask me. Might be some dream I dont remember. To add on to it, I felt inflated. AAArrggghhhh!! Gym me haddiyaan tudwa ke pagal ho gayi hoon and fir bhi inflated!! Kya musibat hai.
Zindagi jhandwa wala din hai aaj.

Was talking to a friend online and she was super pissed off on the very same old problem- shaadi. I fail to understand, is shaadi the centre of the universe?
I fail to understand the folks. They inculcate you with ambitions while you are growing up. Kuch karo, kuch banke dikhaao. Aur jab turn aati hai kuch ban ke dikhane ki toh pata nahi kahan se beech mein ye shaadi tapak padti hai. Shaadi karo. Acha aur to aur, pehle to sara din padho- padho aur kuch mat karo, aur fir suno padhayi mein reh gaye, koi ladka dhoondh hi lete. Kya musibat hai.
Okay, I love my folks, I know whatever they do is for my own best, but I am cribbing today. Dint I say I am rotten mood.

Aur suno abhi. Kuch log itne mean hote hain. Jab apna mann kara aa gaye mooh uthha ke aur jab zaroorat nahi hai toh poocho bhi na mud ke that why aren't you talking? Do you have some problem? As if the other person is problem-proof and emotions-proof.
As if hum to wehle hain. I am tired of being at some one else's disposal. Mujhe zyada aakhar aayi hui hai jo I have to drag the relationship? ( Am I the only desperate one?)
Koi na. Gin Gin ke badle loongi.

Sabse badi musibat toh batana bhool hi gayi. Yaar padhayi karna bada hi aukha kaam hai. (hard, difficult job). Aiwen hi bina zaroorat ki musibat mol le li hai maine!! Phew!! *Drains sweat off the forehead*

Bas haan bas. Kaafi hai aaj ke liye.

Thursday, April 9

at 6:06 pm

"This is a shuttle cock. Not a tennis ball yaar".
Each time I hear this statement, I feel a pang deep inside.
Yesterday evening, it reached my ears. When Shreya, a kid from the neighbourhood asked me to play Badminton with her.
I have never known how to play Badminton. That is because, I have played Lawn Tennis. Always.
I was fascinated by this game. As a kid, I grew up watching my cousin playing it.

I still remember the day as such.
September 10, 1999
Playing against Surabhi Kalia. Distt Level.
I was one point behind her. When I suffered that Bronchitis attack. I went breathless and everything turned dark.
My mom says I was all blue.

You know how moms are.
I was forbidden to watch the game even on TV then on.

10 years almost.
Anyhow, they say, "life is what happens when everything is going fine".

P.S. I know I had never become a Sania Mirza. :D

Saturday, December 13

Messed Up

at 12:27 am

I am all messed up.. That is all what I know as for now..

May be I dunno how to handle emotions, or I just feel, this time the gush of the flow is too heavy to handle..

I am in a kind of awkward situation. I am big time mixed up. I dunno which emotion to pick up..

I am furious, I dunno why..

I am low, I dunno why..

I feel saved, I thank God for it..

I wanna cry, but tears dun help me...

I wanna scream, but dun feel like even opening my mouth..

I feel nauseated...

I have exhausted myself, but still I dont feel like sleeping..

Though it is something, I never dignified enough to even talk about, I thought it had stopped affecting me.. But I just dont understand...

I am writing it, I thought, writing it up could help me understand what exactly am I feeling...

Emotions... I guess this is what happens when emotions take over, and you generally avoid the encounter with them.. I thought I am stronger, and I can very well take care of my emotions rather than being 'emotional fool'... But that could be done only when yon understand what you are going through.. The sudden and such random outburst of the 'dam' that held back emotions is not acceptable..

My reticence has slipped to the background somewhere.. This certainly is not 'Being Richa'..

I dint wanna publish this post, but somehow I feel, I need the feedback..

I could close the comments to this post, but somehow, I think I need the feedback...

December has been full of emotions on lower notes, I hope they end with the year too... But Cha.alo, I'll manage, or say I have to...

Image courtsey: here

Saturday, November 15

Drained!!

at 4:30 pm

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

at 2:38 pm

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" [;)]

Sunday, October 26

Feeling Blue

at 3:24 am

Shuffling through the I-pod, I just stumbled upon a very favorite track after long time.
(OST- The Name Sake, Artist- Susheela Raman- it is a remix version, original is from a Bollywood classic (B n W), ignorant of the name of the movie the Artist is Mukesh- I love the former version.)

Ye mera Deevanapan hai, ya mohhabat ka suroor,
Tu na pehchane to hai ye, teri nazron ka kasoor…

Dunno why, today I just feel draining myself over here.. Vacuum sucks man!!
(OST- Music & Lyrics. Artists- Hugh Grant & Haley Bannet)

All I wanna do is find a way back into love,
I cant make it through without a way back into love..

Till then, Cha.alo I'll Manage...

Saturday, September 6

(Sh)It Happens!!

at 10:43 pm

Yeah I borrowed the title!!
But I juz feel to scratch someone (read: The laughing idiot) with my nails..
Last weekend I did not have company to watch the long awaited "Rock on" and this weekend, before I could ask anyone to come along, I hate the idea, but the movie has been replaced by Navjot Singh Siddhu's debutant "Mera Pind" in whole of Amritsar!!
Shit Shit Shit!!!
Now I have to wait for the DVD obviously pirated (I feel embrassed confessing that my Desktop doesnot co-operate me in torrents but anyhow I love Limewire), till then, "I'll miss you Bollywood". but Cha.alo, I'll manage (I will have to- no way out).
Yeah, Singh is Kinng is the only new arrival I managed to sneak on DVD, Bachna Ae Haseeno, Mumbai meri jaan, Via Darjeeling, Ugly-Pagli, Mughal-e- Azam (yeah I intend to watch both one for Bose and other for Shorrey) and loads more are in the queue still.. :(

Monday, August 25

New Attire!!

at 1:51 pm

The blog is looking funky wearing denims. Isnt it?? The new attire I found on a blog and immediately copied (though I never copied anything before). I have been trying to get a new look to my blog ever since I started it, but oopsie!! I could not fit a template (I felt 'JAHIL' at those times - 'HTML illiteracy').

And strangely I loved these denims and they fit so perfect..

Though I lost all my widgets and my side bar contents and lists, and I guess it is gonna take some time to put the things back altogether, I have lost all of my blog roll and people I liked reading I'll have to work harder to find them again - till then, I'll miss U guys..

But 'Cha.alo', I'll manage..

And for information purpose, a friend of mine, pretty impressed with my writing skills, [:D] has done me a favor, providing me work, a li'l help in decreasing my 'unemployment'.

I, hereby officially thank Mr. Google Vahi for trusting in me to write 'web content' for his website.

I have another project coming up too soon - hopefully.

Yeah I know I havent written anything for a long time. I'll be back soon - with a bang. For the time being I need to reorganize things on my blog and I am 'Googling' too much these days.