tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54686031226214158292012-02-17T08:43:43.764+05:30Some feelings sink so deep in our heart, that only loneliness can help us find them again... Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope, sometimes we cry with every thing except tears...Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-76744537481085311162011-07-28T10:16:00.004+05:302011-07-28T12:39:48.413+05:30<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>It's a lonely path I walk upon,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Don't ask me where to</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>or where from;</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I don't know my destination,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I don't know my base,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I don't know my path </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I know it wasn't so silent before</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Some walked alongside a while,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Some walked a full mile</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Some talked about the distance..</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>The day walked by me my shadow,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Passing us were men and women </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>some with words, some only smiles</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I wasn't alone...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>When night falls</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>its stillness whispers to me,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>That I was alone,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>for all who walked and talked</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>reached there spaces and places,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>and the ghosts of reality lurked behind</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>and crept on me,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>that even my shadow left me in a bind</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I thought of God, </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>and I thought and his men</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I thought of life,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>And I thought some more then..</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Was my journey a sham or lie</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Or an intoxicated figment</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>or a sensitized cry...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I could never know</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>For whenever reality hit</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>He brought a new day</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>A new shadow</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>A new new drifter,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>and the night lurked at bay...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>It's a lonely path I walk upon,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Don't ask me where to</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>or where from;</i></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-7674453748108531116?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-77472161594263902272010-10-23T19:27:00.002+05:302010-10-23T19:39:16.979+05:30<div><br /></div><div>When you are hurt by someone you like,</div><div><i>The heart cries...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When you see a group of friends enjoying</div><div>and you look for your friends beside you</div><div>and find no one,</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When the person closes to you </div><div>doesn't understand you</div><div>and you don't feel like explaining yourself to them</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When strangers become friends,</div><div>and friends become strangers</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When someone you trust the most</div><div>Doubts you</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When the entire world turns against you</div><div>and you find no one by your side</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When someone who means the world to you</div><div>starts ignoring you</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When your best friend doesn't share</div><div>His feelings with you</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When someone you love, becomes </div><div>someone you loved</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When you smile in a situation</div><div>When your insides are crying</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>When you want someone to understand this</div><div>and they treat it as a joke</div><div><i>The heart cries even more...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>But when you have no one to share all</div><div>the thoughts, except </div><div>Stuffed Pillow and the darkness of night</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The heart cries the Most...</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-7747216159426390227?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-8433126137977924662009-11-10T11:01:00.002+05:302009-11-10T11:31:14.606+05:30' So you think I have changed? No dude, I am still the same, same old me. You are meeting me like after centuries, how will you remember who I was? You were so hell bent on 'maintaining' no contact! Right!' bristled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sia</span><div><br /></div><div>Adi handed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sia</span> a cup of steaming foamy mocha, and commented, 'You didn't pass a remark when I said thank you for accompanying me to have coffee, why has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rishi</span> given you too many flowers, and teddy and chocolates and thank you cards already, for you to be tired of them?' </div><div>He continued baiting her by saying, 'yes you have changed madame, why are you averse to the idea? You thought change was natural right, so why this irritation?, anyways hows your beloved <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Rishi</span>?'</div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hmmmm</span>, he's fine, busy with his work, as usual, nothing has changed much just the workload has increased' answered a smiling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sia</span>. "Our marriage has been good for his career, he's doing well.'</div><div><br /></div><div>"You know I have already added three sachets of sugar to my espresso, slurped it, spilled it, and made tatters out of the issues, and you haven't once yelled at me. By the way, Did I tell you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Adya</span> is coming to town soon?' continued Adi</div><div><br /></div><div>Hey! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">That's</span> awesome man! When she coming? So I'd get to meet Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Aditya</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Shergill</span> finally!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>'Mrs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Adya</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Agarwal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Shergill</span>. She told your concept of your individual identity, with your joint identity :P'</div><div><br /></div><div>'I still write <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Sia</span> Singh.'</div><div><br /></div><div>'Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Sia</span>, see there that girls standing next to the chocolate fountain, slurping away the chocolate! Reminds me so much of you! Want to try it out?'</div><div><br /></div><div>'Of course! I haven't licked chocolate of a strawberry in like ages!!!!!!!!'</div><div><br /></div><div>Of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Sia</span> rushed towards the fountain, Adi observed how different her walk was right now. When he'd met her an hour back at Lifestyle, she was a picture of poise, serenity and strength, yet her eyes were unexcited, her body language was monotonous and her smile plastic. It wasn't that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Sia</span> who'd even shop for his socks in the most excited manner, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">smile</span> at every salesperson, rush to every chocolate fountain store, messaging people while shopping, calling or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">complaining</span> to people, how they forgot her. That was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Sia</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Lodha</span>, this was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Sia</span> Singh.</div><div><br /></div><div>' What your husbands still a miser?' commented Adi</div><div><br /></div><div>'He never was Adi.'</div><div><br /></div><div>'He could never be Adi, I am the only one, you know that.'</div><div><br /></div><div>Sticking her tongue out, 'He never was a miser Adi, and he is the only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Rishi</span>.'</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Sia</span> linked her hand in his, and they went to Costa coffee again. 'Lets sit in that corner.'</div><div><br /></div><div>'Why did you call <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Rishi</span> a miser?' asked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Sia</span></div><div><br /></div><div>'He hasn't called you or messaged you in like last 4 hours. Has he changed?'</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Sia</span> shrugged, 'He never did call or message even then, it's okay.'</div><div><br /></div><div>'What crap are you giving me? When <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Adya</span> had told you I never call or message, you had bitten my head off, when I told you we men are like that, you were the one who told me, that it doesn't matter what others are like, you are Adi, and just one Adi, learn to treat your girl better, if you can't find time for her, then leave her, she's not gonna be your wall flower. It was you who had leaped out of the chair, and said if you got a Man like that, you'd move on, because if he couldn't find time to talk to you, meant he wasn't interested! Phew! I still remember the 30 minute long lecture at Underground, in front of 500 people! and you forgot! Disgusting memory. Chi.'</div><div><br /></div><div>With a silent smile <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Sia</span> said, 'times change Adi, people change with time, its either change or break.'</div><div><br /></div><div>Adi went to her gave her a hug, they spent the next two hours sitting silently, with her head resting on his shoulders.</div><div><br /></div><div>'I have to go now Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Aditya</span>, hubby about to come home! I'll wait for you and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Adya</span> tomorrow at lunch and you'd better not be late, I hate late comers.' rushed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Sia</span> collecting her bags and kissing Adi on his cheek.</div><div><br /></div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Rishi</span>, I met Adi today, he thinks I have changed...' started <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Sia</span>,</div><div><br /></div><div>Cutting her out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Rishi</span> said, not glancing up from is laptop, 'of course not dear, you are still my understanding, space respecting girl.'</div><div><br /></div><div>... even I think I have changed...' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Sia</span> left the room.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-843312613797792466?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-2214315522685949182009-05-13T13:10:00.000+05:302009-05-13T13:11:01.623+05:30<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><i><font face='Times New Roman' color='#330099'><br/>My Dear ----------<br/><br/>Today I am torn between your need of wanting me to be there with you, and my pain of realising my demeanor has left you wanting more. As the case seems I have never left your side, I have always, will always be there for you. it's not that I have an option not to, but I chose not to have an option. My Love for you was a reason, my respect for you was the reason's reason.<br/><br/>You have held yourself high in all trying and testing times, weakened only when you feared loosing me, this strength is what I derived my strength from. How can I leave your side, when it's the side I draw sight from, I draw sense from. How could I not be on your side when trials and tribulations hit you on your face, when I am the one to be protecting your beutiful face from scars and pains. How could I not be on your side, when you would have not been in the mess that you are, had I not been on your side?<br/><br/>The love as we so call it, doesn't have a definition, I don't know why I love you, I don't know what is Love, if I were to be asked whether I loved you, I'd say yes, but would I mean it, I don't know. All I know is that I want to spend all my waking moments with you, I want to be the pain in your life, I want to be the balm to it too. I want you to be the guiding light in my life, even if you loose the way and not ask for directions. I want you to be the touch I feel, even though I brand you as insensitive. I want you to be my fashion critic, even though I think your dressing sense would scare off Govinda. I want you to be my smile, even though the tears are given by you.<br/><br/>The first thought that strikes me when I do something, is not whether God would approve, or my family would pat me on my ack, but whether you'd nod your head in approval and support. The first thought that strikes me when I am mean, or I bitch is whether you'd say that you are disappointed.<br/>I am by your side because I need you, like I need my independence, like I need to communicate, like I need to read, like I need to express, like I want to live.<br/><br/>So don't ever ask me to be there, I am already there...<br/><br/>Love<br/>again the cliché :)<br/><br/>Yours Forever..<br/></font></i><br/><br/><div class='zemanta-pixie'><img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=6bc3dd5c-78b1-8ae4-9f0f-29d82a035d1c' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-221431552268594918?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-41681433975387291422009-05-03T15:52:00.001+05:302009-05-03T15:52:52.103+05:30<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><font color='#000066'><big><font face='Monotype Corsiva'><br/></font><font face='Monotype Corsiva'>With bated breath<br/></font><font face='Monotype Corsiva'>I wait for you,<br/><br/>The lights dim my eye<br/>My body crippled with desire.<br/>My senses all dimmed,<br/>My underbelly on fire.<br/><br/>I have waited long,<br/>For that touch <br/>or that song,<br/><br/>The porcelain skin you caressed<br/>Baked to clay<br/>The Brown locks you cajoled<br/>Aged to Gray.<br/><br/>When I had you,<br/>I loved you<br/>But it was never enough.<br/>Your beauty enchanted me,<br/>Your rhythms mesmerised me,<br/>Your touch emboldened me,<br/>Your smell aroused me,<br/>But it was never enough.<br/><br/>You came into my life,<br/>Like a season out of time,<br/>You swept me off my feet,<br/>The poetry of it all<br/>Skipped many a beat.<br/><br/>I took you as mine,<br/>your love divine,<br/>but the feelings didn't last<br/>because a child grows up<br/>and wants a different treat.<br/><br/>You felt my withdrawal<br/>and made a retreat,<br/>leaving me to face the heat.<br/><br/>The heat of the desire,<br/>The smell of your skin<br/></font><font face='Monotype Corsiva'>The pulse of my beat,</font><br/><font face='Monotype Corsiva'>The  need to be akin<br/><br/>Your absence extinguished that light<br/>The candle wept itself to death.<br/>The wick refused to catch fire<br/>And the doll melted away...<br/><br/>Your beauty was all understated<br/>It was the Rose without the scent<br/>Your virtue was the fragrance<br/>My love for you was the Colour<br/><br/>It wasn't your beauty which enthralled me,<br/>that was just my body.<br/>It wasn't your virtue that captured me,<br/>that was just my ethics.<br/>It wasn't your smell that aroused me,<br/>It was an artificial turn on.<br/>It wasn't your eyes that arrested me,<br/>that was just my vision.<br/><br/>The compelling need,<br/>The burning desire,<br/>The dimmed senses,<br/>The jaded heart,<br/>The broken Smiles,<br/>The perennial tears,<br/>The aftermath of your retreat,<br/>The longing and never loving<br/>Arises from what made our love so strong.<br/><br/>Arises From your pure heart,<br/>that was washed with the morning dew,<br/>nourished by the mountain rains,<br/>protected by the Goddess of sea,<br/>trusted by me.<br/><br/>So come back to me<br/>and let the sun loose its heat<br/>let the leafs quench their thirst<br/>let peasants smile<br/>let mountains divide<br/>let oceans be wide,<br/>let me be yours,<br/>forever yours.<br/><br/>For I love You<br/>and I always will<br/><br/>Come back to me.<br/>Come back to me...<br/></font><br/><br/></big></font><div class='zemanta-pixie'><font color='#000066'><big><img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=e4dafab0-9466-82bd-97cc-178408ed7416' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/></big></font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4168143397538729142?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-42232572547577596182009-02-10T14:59:00.003+05:302009-02-11T11:12:20.886+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I'm Madhavi, Madhavi Sharma. And you are?</span></span></i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The train was crossing an over bridge, making conversation impossible over the next few minutes.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">"I am Niyati, and this is my fiancé Neel. Aren't you that famous writer, whose written 'is it you, is it me, is it Love?'</span></span></i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">(Smiling) So you have read that little creation of mine? Yeah I am the one, I am a little honored that you recognized me.</span></span></i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">'Humility! And such a big award winning author! Man it's like rarer tan a </span><st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Bangladesh</span></st1:country-region></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> victory in cricket.' (Comments Neel)</span></span></i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">"Hush...Shut up! So Mam, when's your next book coming? Do you know Mam, this is my most favourite book, no not kidding, because this book rings true somewhere for each of us. It's not a pro-woman love story, or a book from a feminist point of view, or a Chick-lit, it's a book that makes us look at our relations with a new light. Even Neel read the book. Didn't you Neel?" (Nudging Neel with his elbow, Niyati glares at him.)</span></span></i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">'Ya ya that's true, Aa Mam, I mean apart from the other racy action or suspense thrillers, which men surreptitiously read, this book stuck a chord, I mean I could identify with your character Andreas, it's there some where in every man, and all of us want to have a partner like Rhea, the inexpressibility of Rishi, the ego's, the inability to handle a woman in the lows of her emotion, the complexity of understanding her needs, yet tiding over all to just let the light shine, is just so powerful, because everyone gives up at the onset of troubles.'<br /><br />Thank You, I am really glad you liked it so much.<br /><br />"But I really need to ask you something? Why was it that it was always Rhea who adjusted, changed, bended or whatever you term it, I'd call why was it she who only compromised to keep the relation working? Why did she never demand things? I mean I respect her situation and why she handled it, I get that, but the point is she was always left dissatisfied, because even if she didn't say, you could understand the pain she was going through, it jumped out of the lines..." asked Neel</span> </span></i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br />What will you have Madam, Tea or Coffee? And you Sir and Madam<br /><br />Black Tea, without sugar, make it extra strong please.<br /><br />"2 cups of Tea for us. Chini kam dijeyega."<br /><br />'Rhea even had extra strong black coffee.' teased Niyati<br /><br />(Smiling) I don't know I personally believed that Rhea was someone who wanted a lot, or needed a lot to be satisfied, she was a very deep person, so her love was extremely deep. And that somewhere made things difficult for her. She loved Rishi deeply, but it was impossible for someone else to love as intensely as she loved, hence the dissatisfaction. It was a pain she was inflicting upon herself and she had to handle it herself, deal with it, that's why probably you felt her agony, answered Madhavi.<br /><br />'But it wasn't fair, when Rishi loved Rhea, he should have understood her little wants and desires. It wasn't as if she wanted elaborate things, she just wanted togetherness, contentment and to feel safe, which was justified. Rhea had seen a lot of broken relations, her own parents were divorced, so she had to be always unsure of herself, doubting the thing, she may not be that demanding, but come on man, as a man I can say Rishi was wrong.' said Neel.<br /><br />"But Neel look at it from Rishi's point of view, at that point he had just been promoted to a new position, he was working as a head of a group, his work was all over his head, even you were so involved in your work, you even forgot our anniversary, and I was fine with it, because you were busy working. It's not as if you didn't care about my emotions, it's because you had things involved. Same with Rishi, it was his way to look at life, it was his second relation and he loved her deeply, but the point remained was that he didn't understand Rhea's needs and lets forgive for that."<br /><br />'No Niyati no, it's an excuse; all these are excuses to cover one's insensitivity. Even you were busy in office, even you had to attend your sisters’ marriage, yet you remembered everything, you made time for everything. You never forgot my little needs or wants; you never failed to reason out my insensitivity or my lack of care for you. Men are insensitive, says all those who want to hide their mistakes to satisfy there ego. If we have progressed then why does the woman be dissatisfied? Why are you lonely when we are engaged to be married, why was Rhea lonely? Why don't you not forget to wake me up every morning, however busy you are, but how conveniently I leave you sleeping on the bed and leave for office. Don't you feel cold waking up alone? It’s just an excuse.' burst out Neel, his face was a mirage of different emotions. Each one rawer than the pother, it was as if he felt more pain for Rhea than Niyati had.<br /><br />"Neel Honey I Love You and it's okay whatever is okay, we take it a part of our relation, I will Love you till the end, so this why you were behaving so strangely, you felt hurt for your actions, you hated yourself for what you did. Don't do that again. I had thought you stopped loving me..." Niyati starts crying<br /><br />Neel hugs Niyati and they are crying for a long while, it's only when Madhavi says that they really were exceptionally in love, did they remember her presence? They thanked her profusely, for which she was thoroughly confused.<br /><br />The train reached Dhanbad, where someone boarded the train and kissed Madhavi, Neel asked him, a little unashamed and clearly curiously, disregarding any privacy.<br /><br />Surprised, the man answers, "I am Rishi, Rishi Sharma, Madhavi's husband, hello, and you are?"<br /><br />You are Rishi!!! Gaped Neel and Niyati from Madhavi to Rishi, and Rishi shared amused glances, for which Madhavi only smiled, well she knew the reason of the surprise.<br /><br />They had been through to this before also, the only difference was; Madhavi got her new story...</span> </span></i><span style="color:maroon;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4223257254757759618?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-63218298127851073622008-12-02T14:28:00.008+05:302008-12-16T21:08:55.612+05:30<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span></span> before I hear the end of it, Yes I know I make too many mistakes, so it can't be just three mistakes of my life, hence revised title is Three Current Mistakes Of My Life...</div><div><br /></div><div>1# 'You know Ma,  there are these very few times, when I don't feel all that fine, I mean nothing major though, a niggling backache again, I guess my liver problem comes back every now and then, and I have these recurring mild, very mild headaches a little, I have an abscess on my right leg, I guess it pains a little, and...' </div><div>(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Women, when they start talking they completely ignore the other sounds, like the warning bells ringing loudly, and shrilly in their ears, forecasting impeding danger, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">that's</span> what happened to me.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">'</span>Ma, why do we have to go to the doctor?? I mean <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">come on</span> Ma, it's not fair! Can't I trust you a with a little secret, I am just not well a L-I-T-T-L-E, I mean I am not dying for God's sake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yaa</span></span>.'</div><div>(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Damn, this is why women are cursed for talking to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">much</span>, the memory of my mums raised eyebrows, still silences me in mid-speech now.)</span></div><div>" Silky, as far as I remember I had prescribed certain medicines the last time..."</div><div>'No, no you hadn't, you just checked Mom...'</div><div>Oh yes you had, and she very well didn't remember to take them - complained mom yet again.</div><div>'Ah, Ma, technically speaking, if you remembered, then doesn't the logic say, that you remind me to it...???'</div><div>Yeah right, as if you're a 12 year old kid now!!!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(Mum's you can't understand them, through out the time she was cribbing that I am a kid, and all my health doubts should be addressed by the doc immediately, and now in a span of few seconds I am no longer a kid! Help! My mind is also slowing down!!!!)</span></div><div>After a healthy dose of arguments, counterarguments, and emotional (Emphasis on emotional, not practical or moral) lectures later, it was decided that my poor, little, innocently lazy and relaxed lifestyle was the cause of it all...</div><div> ( <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tch</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tch</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tch</span></span> my doctor had went! Christ! I am 21, allowed to have bad lifestyle...)</span></div><div>"You wake up at 6.30 in the morning, have breakfast at 12 in the afternoon, laze around the whole day, yapping with your cell precariously balanced between your ear and your shoulders, you are eating all the wrong food at the wrong time, you have dinner at 8, sleep at 12, read books lying down, do not take medicines, do not report pain... " </div><div>(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Sorry I had been driven into a very small hole, and was feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">claustrophobic</span></span>, So don't remember the stream of the discussion, just the clincher end...)</span> </div><div>Imagine beta, how bad will Mummy feel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ki</span></span>, because of her bad health you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">don't</span> take care of your health and fall sick, she will feel she's not a good mother...</div><div>(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I can still see the wolfish-smile-of I-got-the-cat kinds on their faces...)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Result of my Mistake- I have to take my medicines everyday, I have to have break fast by 10, meals every 4 hours, I cannot lie down and read book, I have to sleep by 10.30, I have no right to yell at mom or bro again for not taking care of their health.. The list is endless... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(This helped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">yaar</span></span>, I feel as fit as a 60 year old grandma now, I have aged gracefully!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">#</span>Second mistake :- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Shanti</span></span>, do you think I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">looking</span> fat? "Actually no, I mean yeah a little, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">pehle</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">se</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">thori</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">moti</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">toh</span></span> ho <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">gayi</span></span> ho..."</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Mooommm</span></span> do you think I am looking fat? "Glad you realise it beta, you have become very fat, look at yourself, you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">don't</span> even fit in your old clothes, when you were in school you were decent, normal types, ab <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">dekho</span></span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">koi</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">kaam</span></span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">vaam</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">toh</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">karna</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">hain</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">nahi</span></span>, din <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">bhar</span></span> phone, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">pc</span></span>, and books, your life has become so sedentary, lazy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">auntieji</span></span> types... " Oh she went on, I just stopped listening, and tried calling someone else, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">who</span> would tell me I am not looking bad, so I could rest in peace, but tragically nobody helped.</div><div>So I decided to visit a few gyms to find out ways to loose some 'puppy fat'...  I just  got too lazy to go, hence dropped the idea...</div><div>The kicker came when I was getting ready for a wedding along with my brother, who just comments, "D<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">on't</span> walk with me you know, I am still single, if you walk with me people might assume you to be my wife!!!" :-( <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Audacity</span>, trust me, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">haven't</span> been so embarrassed, because he actually kept teasing me throughout and kept saying do something, do something, he's bloody 5 years older than me!!!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>Result of my mistake:- I now walk for an hour everyday, at a park everyday (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">just highlighting everyday again) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Me and walk :-( That too with all the gossipy-bitchy-we-are-young-page 3<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">ites</span></span> of my locality in a park, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">don't</span> even get the car to drop me off at the park!!! I am not fed with strawberry ice-creams, shakes anymore,  my friends are like if I had a boyfriend, he'd refuse to to be seen out with me... :(</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>#Third Mistake :- That I thought I could introduce two friends, and have them behave as friends. I introduced two friends, hopefully because they were discussing comments via me, so I thought why not introduce the two of them, and make my life simple. But alas, this is why lack of experience of life comes in. I should have known better, they created a monster gang against me!!! One asked me to shut up, the other called me names, they were discussing whether I am an attitude throwing person, or high maintenance. They were dissecting me, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">in front</span> of me, as if I didn't exist! They discuss their love life, and work life, their food and their mood amongst them... They forgot me :( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Tch</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">tch</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">tch</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">...</span></div><div><br /></div><div>The result- Now I am bitched about and ragged openly, and now both of them have more time to talk to each other, than talk to me... :( <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">They forgot me, I repeat.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So now with a wiser heart and a braver mind, I set my life's journey, while keeping my mind, and contact book, FIRMLY shut!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-6321829812785107362?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-90290806600173299102008-11-26T14:18:00.002+05:302008-11-26T16:13:45.183+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Wants...<br /><br />I want to be by your side,<br />Where,<br />Your smile  is beckoning me<br />Your eyes caressing me<br />Your laughter tickling me<br />Your silence speaking to me<br />Your touch igniting me<br />Your breath becoming mine<br />Where begins you and end I<br /><br />I want to be alone with you,<br />Where,<br />I am me<br />Only yours to be<br />I play with sand<br />Unwittingly it become the face of thee<br />I walk in the water.<br />Waves assure me<br />That you are the shore<br />And me the sea,<br /><br />That the love rises and falls<br />Meets and calls<br />From me to you,<br />and You to me<br /><br />Where the wind ruffles my hair,<br />like you did the night in mere,<br />telling me of more to come,<br />Hiding the secrets and keeping mum<br /><br />Where the sounds calm me,<br />Like your heart beat did,<br /><br />Where the smells hold me, entice me<br />With promises like your arms did..<br /><br /><br />I want never to wake up<br />be always yours forever, together,<br />With your hands in mine,<br />And your lips on mine...<br />The dreams so real,<br />The real so surreal<br />The fulfillment so deep<br />The love so divine,<br />that my feelings are yours,<br />and your heart is forever<br />Mine</span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-9029080660017329910?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-24677221546800754902008-09-08T21:17:00.004+05:302008-09-10T17:16:32.897+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><div><br /></div>Door being opened</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Deeps I am home.... Rish's baby is damn powerful, I mean it kicks your gut... The ride it gives you is just wow! Well my next buy would be the Porche now... This house was 2 years back, I can now afford a Porche!! Imagine what a marriage, that Jerk has a Jaguar and me a Porche, we'll rule the land at 140... :-) Oh! the fridge doesn't have juice, Damn!!!! I was supposed to get it, sorry I forgot! No no don't be benevolent I'll have water instead no need for the alcahol thing... Where the hell are you yaar... Not in the kitchen, not in the dining room, nor in the studies.............. or the bedrooms!!! Is this a game of hide and seek? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'Here in the window, come to my room, I dont stay in your room dear, that is if you have noticed...' I'm sitting on the window open the curtains you'll find me there...'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">What are you doing here? Come down you'll fall off!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'Stop acting like an Ido, there are grills, I am sitting on the marble platfor, this is like a small verandah, an aclove types... Little known to you, in such weather you will always find me here with my laptop...'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">You sit here?!? Why? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'The open sky, the view from here, the gentle breeze talks to me, being here I can feel the diversity in the world, it humbles me, and tells me that my world is just so small, there is so much saddness all around, so my problems very meagre, but my happiness unbounded, Its like the sense of freedom, not being tied down with any expectations, nothing to bog u down... To live our life as our own... The nature dictates its laws for its life, why can't we do so for ours? This ambience just completes me... ' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">smiling...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">You tell me, how was your drive with Rish? and don't tell me Mr. Andreas Dumaski now wants to buy a Ferrari or Porsche...'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Sometimes its like I don't know you, you are just so mysterious, there is always one layer of your persona waiting to be uncovered... You think this was the last, I have figured her out, and you spring a surprise!!! The sense of euphoria just evaporates to a feeling of unsettlement... You are unpredictable!!! and people have this opinion about me, yet you read me like a book, like you author my lines, instead of your posts!!! Why? How?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'Hmmmm that means you spent the entire drive talking to him about me... Why I wonder..?'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">As if you don't know why...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'Why?'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">AAAArrrrgggggggghhhhhh I hate het smartness, with just one word, end of all the arguments from my side, and now what? I am trapped in the black hole, called answer... Its a black hole because I can never answer fast enough, well enough, correct enough to pull me out of this... I keep getting caught and end up seeping in more and more, ony to be saved when the black hole creator decides to forgive my poor soul..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'God! Deeps you asked me a life changing question and now you feign innocence!'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Was it one?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I give up Deeps!!! You are crazily smart...  Yes it was one, very frankly speaking it hit home some truths...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'Want some juice?'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Theres none in the fridge... 'There are some on the dining table in the dining room...'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Coming back I don't know why I love you, or I didn't know it... All I know was earlier I thought I loved you because you understood me so well... You were there forever whenever I needed an alter ego... You respect me the person... but I have realised I should have loved you for just you, you are introspective, mature, sensible caring individual, ou temper my arrogance and make me seem as me... I don't know why I love you, but just looking at you, I know you are the one for me....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'By the Way you have quoted a part of what Rishi feels for me... close your mouth,guessing it wasnt the way I knew it, I know Rishi like the back of my hand, for half my life now, I can complete his thoughts...'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Why do you love me?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'I don't know all I know is that whether you understand me or not, whether I depend on you or not, the sense of fulfillment and completion I get from you, is worth a million sacrifices, a thousand lives, a hundred fears and a lifetime of happiness...I can see it in your eyes, your voice that you are the person I feel deeply linked with...I didn't know why I loved you, hence asked you this, though not expecting you to quote Rishi, or take it so seriously that you forget that today was Rishi's birthday... and you forgot to wish him...' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">smiled Deeps...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I'll wish Rishi right now... Deeps you know I love you right...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">'Andy I may know it, I doubt you know it...'</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-2467722154680075490?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-48171881657844520332008-08-25T23:01:00.016+05:302008-09-08T12:33:42.928+05:30<div face="courier new" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Bright';"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Where is Sam? Why are you alone?<br /><br />'Sam decided that she didn't want to contribute her two-bit-worth advice in a mens only conversation... So she's looking for a holiday package for all four of us for the new year... My wonderful expensive Sam or rather wonder</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">fully</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> expensive Sam... ' 'But lets bunk all that and get straight to whats bothering the two of you...'<br /><br />You know Rishi, I have been thinking since the time she asked me this question, and no not as a joke but seriously, why do I love her? Why do you love Sam, and I Deeps... Why have we never thought about it? Since the time we argued and counterargued that we were NOT in love, the thing that convinced us was what we were feeling at that moment... Like how it felt being with her, like how I'd want to wake up next to her, like how it felt with the warmth of her care and togetherness around me... But never did we give it a thought that why, why is she just the one, why when we played the field no lady was capable of arousing such protective instincts and care as SHE is...<br /><br />'Well for the simple reason that the chemistry you share with her..........'<br /></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />(interrupted by Andy)<br /></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No Rish, nope, we cannot dismiss it as mere chemistry...<br /><br />'What is the best thing about Deeps according to your sage brains Mr. thinking-womens-guy...???'<br /><br />Shut up Moron!!! I don't know... Look can you stop making it difficult and act a little serious...<br /><br />'Hey hey hey, chill dude! I was trying to buy you time to think... okay lets cut the crap, hit this baby on the highway and lets talk...'<br /><br />Your baby is so powerful, it gives a man that sense of power to rule or ride the world... Whoooo<br /><br />'Dude O-U-R our baby, Gawd! Couldn't you just learn a little english!!! Help Him!!!!! And he had a writer as a girlfriend...!!! What will happen when you propose her!'<br /><br />Cut the drama...<br /><br /></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">~~I can see it in your eyes I can see it in your smile You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide 'Cause you know just what to say And you know just what to do And I want to tell you so much, I love you ... ~~</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />Even God has his ways... Trust the disc to start playing at Lionel Richie.... Hey thats it!!!! Thats bloody hell it! (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Screeching of tyres...)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I know what attracts me to her...<br /><br />'What??' </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(quizzicaly eyebrow raised)<br /><br /></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">know all through my life I have always had to explain myself to people, why I am doing this, saying that, what is the reason for which I have this stand etc etc, and seldom people have understood me so well... Deeps just reads me like a book... She understands me just bloody so well... When I need someone to ease my troubled mind, she's that fresh lease of air, she completes my sentences, gives words to my expressions and emotions... She understands my need to climb all mountains, ford all streams, safari all jungles till I find that dream, a dream that I want to dream every living moment of mine..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She pays so much attention to every little thing about me, is that she makes me feeel valued, important, as if I have some part in her life...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><i><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />'And....??'</span></span></i><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />What and? I guess this is one of the major reasons I like her...<br /><br />'The other minor ones...?'<br /><br />Well its not exactly minor, I probably used the wrong term, its the other things I love about her, her ability to communicate with everyone, her never say die-attitude, she even impressed mom for God's sake!!! She has a solution in all the troubled times, she never gets too upset in a crisis and why so? Well because she sees it as a lesson she'll laugh or smile at 5 years down the line...'<br />She has accepted me just as I am, she doesn't want me to change being me, I drink she doesn't like it, but she'll never say why are you drinking? or don't drink... We lay risky bets where I promise her I'll do whatever she says, she wins all the times, yet she never asks me not to do, or to do something, because she respects the individual in me...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />'Andy if you don't mind shall I say something...?'<br /><br />Andy!!!?you never call me that!!! Whats troubling you, sure I need you, you know that...<br /><br />'Do you jst like her for what she does for you? She understands you, is a reason to love her, but is it just the reason? Sam and I understand you better than anyone else, Ria your last girlfriend had the real zest for life, your mom was impressed with her because her cooking made auntie her fan.... but the point you are missing here is that these are the things she brings positives or highlight of Deeps's persona... Dont you just love anything about her? Isn't there anything in her that you have never found in somebody?'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You know Rish I respect what you said... but now I am even more confused... (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">after an extremely long pause...)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'Buddy think about what she brings into your life, and why she brings them, how she brings them...'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'You know what I love about her is just her... Her deep sense of reception and introception, she understands the complex emotions so well... I love her for gentle soul and nourishing heart... She is worldwise yet she's not a cynic, she's an individual whose not dependent on me... She needs you, but she can live on her own... She's the confidante for any person...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She's the sunshine in your life yaar...' </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">says Rish</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'She admires the person in you, respects you for your sense of righteousness... stands by your good and bad decisions, cause she knows you deal every situation in the best way you can, she trusts you for that... And that's the best part of being Deeps; her simplicity and her strength...'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><i><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">~~ Lonely rivers flow to the sea,to the sea <br />to the open arms of the sea<br />lonely rivers sigh 'wait for me, wait for me' <br />I'll be coming home wait for me ~~</span></span></i><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I really do Love her you know... Every time our eyes meet, that feeling inside me, is something more than I can take, I don't know what she does, how she does, but spending each day with her makes it getting better...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">smiling all the way'</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 'you really do, and lets get you home so that she knows now... Why :) '</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style=";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">part 2 ends</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4817188165784452033?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-14661851052729438292008-08-19T10:18:00.002+05:302008-08-19T13:09:47.739+05:30<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">“Sometimes I sit and wonder why do you love me? What is it that you like about me?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Huh!!!! What?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">“No really, why do you say that you like me, that I am the one, that I brighten up your day, I am the sun in your sky, why do you think we are perfect for each other, we complete each other…??”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">What!!!! What are you thinking? Why are you thinking this? Why this question all of a sudden? Baby is something wrong? Did I hurt you? Is something bothering you…?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">“No Andy just a passing thought, it just came aise hi, no preamble, no reason, no occasion, just wanted to know… Why the surprise? ‘’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Dear, I am still reeling under the full import of your question, its like confusing me and freaking me out in a weird way, I think something is wrong…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">“Come on Andy, you Andrea should know by now that I have things on my mind, I don’t cloak them and say, I express them as they are…”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Hmmm… Why do I like you and only you, why are you the most important person in my life? Why is it that I want to share every little little things and events with you, Why do I get insecure without you? All these are trick questions, give me time to answer… I have never thought about it… I need time sweets, but am sure of one thing that I love you, for today and ever and ever…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">“You think of a reason while I go make cheese popcorn and nacho’s along with cold coffee, till then you be ready… Till then dear…”</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"> grinning!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">Women!!! God! Why did you make them so?I mean here we were sitting an enjoying a quiet evening together after ages, trying to discover more of(Ahemm!! )…about each other when what does it strike her? Lets play “who wants to e a millionaire!!!” Who wants to be a millionaire?? Oh dear God, the chances of you knowing the ever so temptin million dollar questions answer is negligible, and your life lines wont work as well..!!! Well let me try to use one atleast ‘Call a friend’…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">(Phone rings) ‘Hey man! Wats up? Enjoying a lazy Sunday!!!???’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Sunday my foot yaar, I need your help, big time!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">‘Slow down dude slow down, explain me the mess you have gotten into… What happened with Deeps now?’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Dude!! How’d you guess its her?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">‘I am not single either, and ou were sounding deperate, its only when it’s a car trouble, you run out of your scotch or H-E-R, since you won’t be driving now, and we bought Scothch esterday, so its h-e-r. Tell me dude, you must be on the timer!!!’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">What do I like about her? Why did I fall in love with her?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">‘Oh Man! You are really caught in a web!!! Seriously man, never love intelligent females they’ll take you for six!!!’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">No yaar, seriously, this has even got me thinking, why do I like her, why is it that I turn for comfort and its only with her do I find it? Why did I pursue her?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">‘Want to go for a drive and talk it out? Before you say, No Sam won’t mind, and No I’d rather not spend an evening with her rather than you, plus I could bring her along, women understand emotions better… Want to come along with Deeps or alone?’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Alone, definitely, and bring Sam along, she’s the brains, let me check with Deeps whether she could spare me… I’ll message you if she does, and your car by the way, riding that Jag of yours inspires me…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">‘Sure but you buy the Scotch… Ahhh I mean the Juices this is my non-alcoholic beverage weekend. Ok Till then, buddy, and don’t fret alone…</span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">(keeps the phone down and goes looking for Deeps)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Deeps, Honey do you mind if I go out with Rishi and Sam….? No on second thoughts ill you come along with us…?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">‘Now!!!!? On Sunday?!!!? All ok? Sure you go ahead, nah I wont join you, will do a little bit of catching up on my blog, you go and have fun, and don’t worry about our conversation, we’ll have it sometime later…’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">You sure you don’t want to come along? You sure you don’t mind?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">‘Dear if I did, I would tell you… Go and have fun, but remember this is a dry weekend!!!’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Yeah yeah I remember… Bie Dear… Take Care, Call if u need something… (</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">drat it had to be a dry weekend, now there is no scotch or cognac to bolster my thoughts!!! Muttered Andy…)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Part 1 ends…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-1466185105272943829?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-41649613201039332082008-07-30T15:33:00.002+05:302008-07-30T15:37:03.090+05:30<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Csaraf%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:relyonvml/> <o:allowpng/> 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Nah… I don’t think so.. We are always dictated by so many forces and extremes in life that our decision is always a merger or a marriage between the wisdom of world and worldly pleasure, never do we actually or have we actually considered or made a choice by our wisdom and pleasures union… Each of our decision is at some level aimed to bring peace with some notions, standards or desires of the world and the society… Which I wouldn’t say is wrong, but then that means living your life like the one and sundry, no difference between you and your beloved half, or you or your friendly neighbour, or the hostile landlord… It’s like reading a Mills and Boon book, you can predict the end, the names in all the books are similar, the challenges the characters go through are always a dime and a dozen, just the settings change, the places change, the names change (only to be repeated in some other series)… At the end its always happy ever after for the two people in question, and we get inspired and assume our playing in the puppet galleries of the world has made us happily ever after… </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">Are you happy, contented or satisfied? Am I? We think so, but then why the seeds of doubt at the time of dusk? Why the feeling of discontentment in your sleep, why the lack of adrenalin and excitement when the dawn breaks, why the feeling of reaching out and hugging somebody when we feel alone, why the continuous frenzied activity and tiredness when satisfaction or happiness brings with themselves a blanket of peace and contentment?</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">These questions were raised in the darkest corners of my mind a few days back when I was having a conversation with a friend of mine, and a guide of mine… My friend always told me my studying Chartered Accountancy- a drudgery subject, didn’t suit me much, but nevertheless since I (thought) Wanted to do it, that person was all motivational and the works… But one fine day on a long session of exchange of idea and gossip, I happened to tell him that when I was in the 10^th standard, my Dramatics or Theater sir was convinced that the future for me lies in being a dramatization, and that I would make an immensely gifted director, and I should try for drama courses after class 12… Even though it came from one of the most successful and respected theater personalities of Calcutta, I had just laughed it off, and never even considered it… (ya ya I know the heights of arrogance or should I say stupidity of mine…).<span style=""> </span>My friend was speechless for a few moments and then reacted as if I had lost my mind and wits to have if not pursued the choice, but then at least given it a serious thought… It was then when we started discussing the so called irony of my ‘right choice’ and how I acted like a total kid (read baby for the heck of the tagline) while making a career choice. Then a conversation with another friend, philosopher and guide made me actually sit and think what were my strength, my dreams and passion… (Yikes this is also a topic for my speech on Monday!!!!!!!!) and I realised I could tabulate a list of careers I could make, I wanted to make, people thought was ideal for me, and I am doing something, which ironically, no one, absolutely no one in the world saw me doing, or thought was my genre or sphere….</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">Let me first make a list of them and why people think that could be a career choice for me…</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">1# The first being what I have already discussed- A Director and direct some plays… Sir’s logic was that I give so much attention to detail, and make the story more closer to real life by setting the story with impulsive and spontaneous reactions and action… At that time I hadn’t understood a word, I never even considered it because at that time I was set on doing cardiology, so I had laughed it off…</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">2# Cardiology/ Doctor- My family doctor is convinced that I have ruined my life acting to the demands of my ‘conservative marwari business mind’ and not taking up medicine, and all this why? Just because I could measure blood pressure, or take pulse rates, or check the heart beats for their normality or take an ECG test… and a little more knick knacks…??!!?? Well I had wanted to do cardiology probably all my life, but when I wasn’t allowed it was taken in a positive spirit by me…</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">3# <span style=""> </span>Then came my friends suggestion that I take up psychology… Their reasons were that I ‘understood human mind and its complexities’ so well, that I should probably make it my bread and work as a human resource head for my butter, if not vice-versa… Till Date a lot of people are convinced that I’d be the perfect counselor…( God! This one was actually funny… because for one I am not mature enough myself, and two me and understanding? Since when???)</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">4# Then people were convinced that since I wasn’t studying medicine, I’d be studying political science, and then take up law and specialise in criminal…( Hello!! Lawyer? Me why?) Oh Ido! For the simple reason you<span style=""> </span>can convince a person dying that it’s the best thing that could happen (eeeks! I hate this analogy) and your political mind helps o second guess every thing, you are so cautious and you clear your tracks so well that ou can prove any crime…( Guys was that intended to be a praise??)</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">The next two are actually close to my heart, These are something I’d always wanted to do but couldn’t, which doesn’t go to say wouldn’t…</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">5# Then I decided that fine I’ll do Mass-communication now, and study journalism… The story of people not expecting or wanting or suggesting I would make writing as a career dates back<span style=""> </span>to my school… Class IV if my memory doesn’t fail me, was when my class teacher called up mom to school and asked her to read the paragraphs I wrote, or the sentences I constructed, she was sure that one day she’d be proud to have a writer like me… Surprisingly I didn’t remember this until yesterday (ya ya one incident even I am allowed to forget..!!!) till I met that teacher of mine somewhere… and she asked me do u still write…!!! Then I used to write poems till I was 12 or 13, but then I gave it all up, cause it took too much of my computer time…( well guilty as charged, I have been a pc addict since then…) Then I started writing again at 17 or 18, but this time it was a medium of expression and defiance…<span style=""> </span>My views were a little less appreciated or sought at places, so I captured them and formed them in words… Then since last year I started writing a blog…<span style=""> </span>I still don’t really believe I write well, though I have so many of you contradicting that for me, but though I’d never planned to be serious about it, now I do give it a thought… (the thanks for the motivation will go individually <span style="">J</span> )</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">6# I have discussed this once before- Cooking… Its not just a hobby, it’s a passion for me.. My mom will claim that I was an L'Enfant Terrible in the kitchen, I used to give my shot at cooking as early as 4 or 5… The irony is that I never taste what I cook… :D (you people are there for me to food poison!!!) but for me food is the best analgesic for all troubled souls, because when you sit with good food, you don’t think about your problems any more, you are not lonely anymore cause food is your company, you take delight in every taste that explode on your buds, and that moment of sheer happiness on someones face is priceless for me… So making my restaurant is not about the money, its about that careless smile… <span style="">:)</span> Hopefully I’ll get you guys to come to it soon… :D (as in soon is in the next 20 years ;) )</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">The other Irony of my life is that I am doing something no body wanted, expected or suggested I do and would be good at and that’s Chartered Accountancy… It was a fancy of my family that I am pursuing… </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">So coming back after such a lengthy discussion, you can never say whats the right choice baby!! Because there are no right or wrong choices, its just guided with expectations… </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">:)</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4164961320103933208?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-88410336191066723502008-06-11T12:41:00.003+05:302008-06-12T15:41:42.748+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />' Mummy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mummmy</span> , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mummmmmyy</span> where are you?'<br /><br />"Coming coming doll, what happened? How was your day at school sweetheart?"<br /><br />'It was good, but mummy I am confused, switch of your cell phone and come on our swing and answer my question.'<br /><br />"Huh!?!"<br /><br />'All the uncle aunties and papas keep calling you all the time, they always talk in our talking time.'<br /><br />"Papas??? "<br /><br />'Oh OH no no one papa only, P-A-P-A papa.'<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Smiling </span>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span> dear, let us go"<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mumma</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mumma</span>, today in school teacher taught us how to make a card....'<br /><br />"Show Show!" (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Shikha</span> shows the card) "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ooooo</span> pretty you made it?"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">irritated</span> ' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">offo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mumma</span>, I am not telling you about the card, listen to me nah!'<br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ok</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ok</span> sorry beta, say.."<br /><br />" So ma'am told us that we can also give the cards to our relatives. When I asked her what does relative mean she told me people with whom we have relations that means our family, mummy, papa, grandpa, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">auntie</span>, brother... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mumma</span> what does relation mean then?"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stumped, Rhea remains silent for a few moments, then gathers her wits to say,<br /><br /></span>" Baby relation means The connection of people by blood or marriage, or The way in which one person or thing is connected with another: <i>the relation of parent to child. </i>See I am married to your papa so your grandma becomes my relative, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Nitish</span> uncle, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Shreya</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Mami</span> become papa's relative. Similarly you are our daughter, which means you have the same blood as us so you also become their relatives..."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> interrupting<br /><br /></span>'So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">mumma</span>, that means even you and papa are relatives..."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Totally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">answer less</span> Rhea says, </span>" No dear we are no, when you grow older you'll understand what does relation and relatives mean, for now remember all your aunts and uncles and their family is your relatives... Okay princess? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Chalo</span> now lets go and have strawberry Milk shake..."<br /><br /><br />This conversation between a mom and her daughter got me thinking, what exactly does a relation mean to us? Is it what Rhea told her daughter? Am not too sure...<br /><br />Looking around us I don't see people who still believe in that definition... In fact relations are no more just blood ties or ties formed due to marriages.. In fact my tongue firmly in place, I'd dare say that blood ties are no more the relations people care for anymore... Some do, some are not very close or comfortable in them anymore. They are their own person.<br /><br />So coming back hat are relations and what do they mean to 20-30-40 year old?<br /><br />Well the first thing that strikes me is the Dictionary meaning modified according to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">today's</span> time :<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="shw">Relations:</span></span> <ol type="a"><li><span style="font-size:85%;"> The mutual dealings or connections of persons, groups, or nations in social, business, or diplomatic matters.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sexual in nature.</span><br /></li></ol><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We all meet people, deal with them, connect to them, some connections and dealings are comfortable and some are not... But the very moment the connection is made the relation is thus formed. That defines a basic relation... agreed to it... But again is that it? Can u define all your relations this way? Can you express all relations in groups of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">family and</span> business. Is it that only? Is this the depth of a relation and how you express it? I don't think so...<br /><br />There are some people who come very close to you. They matter to you in a lot of regards. Their opinion counts, their presence complete you. They are not only the pillars of your emotional support and well being, but they also are the hand that rocks your cradle, you never realise the worth of them because you have never been without them... Just like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">you</span> can feel the warmth only after you have been cold, these people give you that warmth and term is as friendship.<br /><br />Some of us do manage not to realise their worth over time.. We either don't realise their presence in our lives or by how much they affect us. Its only after a while when we fall and we see those people coming from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">behind</span> and picking us up and pretending nothing happened do we realise this relation. Yet we can't define it and we simply name it as friends.<br /><br />There are some relations which with time keep getting better and deeper. You <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">don't</span> know when they become your need from want. You <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">don't</span> know when you want to fight the whole world rather than have somebody make them drop a tear- and then fight them. There are times when you go out of your way fro them, change your course just to see them smile. There are times when they don not even cry but you feel the pain for them... The times when silence talks and words listen. Yet this is also the relation where you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">don't</span> know whether you are ready to spend your entire life with them, to make it destined. There are times when you don't know whether it is just the feelings being friends, or s it the next dearest relation-love or is it just something unique or special. I can't define this either.<br /><br />Then comes the people whom you love. They are your alter ego. They never feel different from what you are.<br />These relations are the ones which make u dance when no music is being played, sing when your singing scares the rats away. Allows you to make compromises when you term them as adjustment. The relation make the world seem less lonelier and empty. It makes you wonder whether the days you have spent earlier were as happy as they seemed. But I can't express this relation... This just wants to make you feel, because even if you close your eyes a movie is playing in your eyes....<br /><br />Now come the pivotal question? Where do these relations lead to, from what I started saying... Simply that you never know how or where a relation leads to... It determines its own course...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Shikha's</span> last question to her mom was " Momma can a relation ever end?"<br /><br />To which Rhea replied, 'No dear it never does, a relation changes name, closeness, and togetherness, but the feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">doesn't</span> die.'<br /><br /><br />As somebody rightfully said: Relations are like matter and questions can be changed from one level of closeness to another but even death cannot destroy or answer this question.<br /><br />So why does the world ask us to define them?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-8841033619106672350?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-8535098761960464772008-05-18T00:49:00.003+05:302008-05-18T15:56:07.625+05:30<p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><br />Arms wide open<br />I wait for you<br />Come drown me<br />With:<br />Your caressing touches<br />The enveloping love<br />Lets mingle as one<br />No one to see<br />When ends you and begins me...<br /><br /><br />Let your breath mingle with mine,<br />The sweet smell of ecstasy<br />Seems just so divine...<br />The rhythm of your beats<br />Take me over<br />Let Serenity, togetherness and security<br />Of your presence<br />Get embedded in my heart<br />for the long nights and day...<br /><br /><br />You've emboldened me<br />to ford that mountain<br />Lets rise the peak<br />For you've made me feel your presence<br />The mark of your love<br />refuses to allay<br /><br /><br />So kiss me<br />Caress me<br />Make me yours<br />Like you are forever mine<br />Drive away every thought sane<br />Because feelings have no words<br />No boundaries<br />or Name<br />Just feel me<br />Like I feel you<br /><br />Hug me and Make me stay<br />Rain, I feel you, see you stray....<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-853509876196046477?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-50382794432621206662008-05-06T12:09:00.004+05:302008-05-06T12:17:35.422+05:30Thank You Rohit for doing this.... You don't know how much it meant to me... Its just more than special!!! :) :)<br /><br />My first story from class 5...<br /><br />It was one of those days for Margaret when everything went wrong, nothing worked her way. In fact things were so wrong that all her<br />friends, her teacher, her philosophers,guides were not there in whom she could confide.<br /> <br /> What was that bad that no one was there who understood her? She came home tired from school and wondered ," Why. Oh! Why has God been so unfair to her?".<br /><br /> She was perched on a low stooping branch of the oak tree,thinking why had God made her a handicap? A handicap with one leg<br />smaller than the other and unusually slim frame. For a few years when she was home, her parents treated her as a normal child, cherished special, wanted and the best. Not making her realize that she was different from any other kid. But all good things must end<br /> someday. The girl had to be educated, had thought the hapless parents, hence she was sent to school.<br /><br /> There she was in school either being teased by her classmates as a cripple or a ghost. She was intimidated and taunted.She ran away from them to the safe and loving arms of her parents. Her parents came home only to hear the distress of their daughter. Her<br />mother told her to confide in a friend, a friend who would give her a hand to walk, a shoulder to cry, to inspire her, to lead her,<br />who would exclusively be hear friend. The friend was HOPE!!<br /><br /> Margaret did not believe her mom but wanted a friend badly, so she thought of confiding in hope. Her mom told her that HOPE was from a different planet. So, she would teach Margaret the language and then Margaret could converse in that language.<br /> <br /> So, every time Margaret was upset, She would go to her mom and ask her to call hope. Whatever problem Margaret had, her mom would show her a brighter side and tell her to believe in herself. She would tell her fictional stories of warrior princess or seemingly real<br />story of people to inspire her. Slowly Margaret was told that she didn't need her mom to talk to hope, she could do so herself now. This was when mom realized that Margaret didn't get intimidated by the school bully's anymore.<br /><br /> Margaret was now encouraged to lead her life like a normal kid with self-determination and belief. She knew that whatever the world may say, she was as good as the rest and had something in her to break the crowd clutter. She was taken to the hospital where a<br /> false metal foot was attached to her lower limb which now enabled her to walk properly, even though she could not dance or swim.<br /><br /> With every passing grade Margaret started confiding more and more in Hope. She never did anything without hope As she grew older,<br />her parents started getting worried about her attachment to a fictitious friend, yet seeing her progress, they didn't tell her anything.<br /><br /> Surprisingly every time she confided in HOPE, she felt courageous and strong enough to face the world and with that grew a determination to join regular school from the special-ed school she was going to. With a lot of effort and determination to succeed,<br /> she managed to join a regular 'normal' school. A normal school had compulsory gym classes. Her gym teacher showed sympathy<br />towards her, and asked her to sit with her and watch the other students. Then she would help her with few exercises which strengthened her. But Margaret was told by HOPE that sympathy was the worst thing in the life. So, in order to denounce sympathy<br />she asked hope to give her an opportunity.<br /><br /> God listened to her conversation and granted her wish. One week later there was an announcement in the school about a racing competition to be held in the school grounds and all were free to participate.<br /><br /> Margaret went to her gym teacher and gave in her name. The gym teacher though a little surprised didn't say anything and egged her<br />on by saying she will have to work hard but can do it. She and her friend HOPE then practised running day in and day out after school in the adjacent park to her work. She practiced hard not letting anybody know of her plan of actions.<br /> Her parents started dropping her hints that hope will now have to go to other people also. His parents were shifting, Margaret accepted all this with panache as she was confident her hope wouldn't leave her and go and if he went he would always be her friend.<br /> Then came the first big day of her life. The day of the race. Margaret along with her parents in the crowd came to the race. Off went<br />the whistle and along went Margaret. <b>Margaret because of her handicap wanted to give up, but her friend HOPE was telling in her ears : 'GO ON! GO ON!'.</b><br /> The others finished the gap and were nearing the finishing line, when Margaret was still mid-way. There was a resounding silence . Margaret was about to give up when to her surprise as soon as she slowed down people started cheering her. She looked around and everyone were on their feet cheering her wanting her to go ahead. The people who she thought taunted her or jeered her like in the special-ed school were waiting before the finishing line for her to come and join them and amongst them was their friend HOPE.<br /> She ran and ran and ran to embrace her long due happiness. To the feeling of love, warmth and caring world of people whom she<br />called friends. She joined her friends and they finished the race together.<br /> And she felt her first serious lesson. HOPE was her in her.<br /> An year later when the race was over and result of her examination was out she had topped. She achieved a lot - friends, family''s love, philosopher, guide, most of all self-belief and positive thinking!! All this just because she had a friend named HOPE !!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-5038279443262120666?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-48758291727784223232008-04-26T09:45:00.003+05:302008-04-26T14:24:30.283+05:30On a fateful Friday morning I come back home bracing the sweltering heat of Kolkata summer, which is yet to be declared a heatwave... Pulak suggested a sprint to watch Tashan? Well... I have my Tax class,but for the movie I will miss it!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oho bad bad decision take it back, take it back...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>We reached 40 minutes early to buy a ticket, because it was just releasing in single screen theatres as a battle was ensuing for revenue sharing... (<span style="font-style: italic;">*warning Bells again being ignored*</span>)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>After a solid wait for 1 hour, the movie started late as the previous show ended late (<span style="font-style: italic;">because ah well the distributors gave the cinema wrong duration duh!!! YRF strikes again)...<br /></span>First comes the three advertisement for YRF's upcoming releases 'Bachna aeHasino' which seems decent, 'Thora pyaar, thora magic' , 'Roadside Romeo' well here ends the best part of the movie..<br />The movie begins-- Help!!! the neon lights are hurting my eyes, bhai when did single screen theaters have neon lights? 'Shut Up Ido, its the introduction to the movie and its not neon lights its the costumes they are wearing.' Oh!!!<br /><br />First 45 minutes of the movie has Saif; (in whose company girls are not 'Safe' becuase he has some pathetic sense of principles in dating students from his english classes, because ah well in his two barreled funny moustache and stolen cargo-frumpy pants no intelligent call centre chic is gonna give him ghaas, because he ravenously pants like a dog in front of any gal,) and a wet sultry Kareena in an eye hurting emerald green something sembling a kurta; panting and lusting around Kareena and trying to teach 'angrezi', the gawdy and hideous character of the Gutkha chewing 'Bhaiyaji' who is Javed Jaafery's crocodile reinvented and glamed to the OTT, . Which is so incoherent that u actually await subtitles to understand the movies dialogues!!! But Alas!! how could you expect YRF to be so understanding?<br />Well what happens apart from this I won't say, not to ruin your excitement at the plot, but not to expose the fact that there is nothing apart from this!!!!! No story no phaarmoola... (Warning: run to your English teacher in the first 40 minutes itself, the movie has nothing after that either, but only an opportunity to start preparing 2nd grade English and then being qualified to win Kya aap Panchvi paas se tez hain...<br /><br />Its only After when Akki enters that he saves the movie from killing you with his historic even if they don't make sense to u, as to why did he slip into this role? Why did he start the story of Guriya? Why Saif suddenly turned into Sean Penn like a good guy learning the ropes of the bad bad world? From where did the 6 Chinese martial arts experts came and went? How could he accept the role of a Kanpuri Superman? He is affable, on the line and manages to shine even in the crazy mambo jumbo role of Bachchan Pande!!!<br /><br />Well Saif is improving from being a wooden furniture to a wooden hammer, Kareena does her bit of looking like the sexed up glam doll (despite the horrendous wig in the middle of a desert with colorful extra's) Anil had it not been for him, you would have threw the remains of your Pepsi at the screen in disgust, yet he is awful!!! No Tashan No substance... Is the most stalemate affect of Jhoom Barabar Jhoom...<br /><br />Well one advice this movie is a hazard for all Chartered accountants!! You cannot put this expenditure into any category and you will not even get insurance claim for the sickness caused by this movie!!! and well this movie is a liability!!! YRF GROW UP!!!!<br /><br />So as the first scene saw the red merc sink along with Saif talking to the camera, because well, nobody else looked at him, and Akki holding a gun to his head, you too would sink if you watched this movie with somebody putting a gun to your head... !!!<br /><br />I give it well * (one star out of 100) for giving me chips during a movie after ages!!! Multiplexes don't serve chips nah!!!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4875829172778422323?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-37484739398183604892008-04-02T16:33:00.005+05:302008-04-03T16:03:16.625+05:30Hello!!! I am back after a useless exile (useless because I am yet the same old writer, no changes) and a highly non-sense poem (which incidentally I am yet to interpret myself) with a post which just struck me yesterday night when I was doing a very small conversation with a dear friend in the night...<br /><br />Well I was a little off track yesterday and while thinking I realised that lifes greater joys is actually hidden in the small small gestures, the little little things inherent in the peoples care or actions towards you... We always preach that lifes not about enjoying the big moments, its making the small ones, we seldom practice... If my deathbed tomorrow I were to look back at the pages of my life, I wouldn't want to just see a page written in 'golden' and then 100 blank pages and the a page in 'golden'... I'd rather prefer a page written in 'golden' followed by two hundred pages of silver, and then a golden... It makes my life seem less bleak and more precious..If I were to steal a life book I'd steal the ones with silver... Its not that we don't et the silver in our lives, its just that we are two busy collecting the Autumn leaves that we forget Spring lasts longer...<br /><br />So here I am thanking the people in my life who have made those small gestures seem so huge that I am indebted to them throughout my life, of making my life exactly that - LIFE...<br /><br />#Thank You for the Chocolates you got for me from the returns of your pet project... My first gift from u became irrelevant as the sweet taste of my last chocolates still lingers in my mind and my taste buds, and the wrappers safely stowed away in my memory box...<br /><br />I still remember you offering to drive me to the nearest hospital (yes its amusing the very thought of it) and get me admitted when I had my liver problems, specially just the NEXT day after I met u for 3 hours!!!!<br /><br /><br />#Everything You do is special...<br /><br />I still remember putting you on hold for 10 minutes on my birthday night at 12 even though you wanted to wish me first, to talk to another friend on STD... And yet not hanging up and talking to me for a while...<br /><br />You accepting my testimonial even though you knew you will be ragged for it...BIG TIME ragging...<br /><br />Your forwarding messages from your friends cell to yours just to send them to me, when you had nothing to say...<br /><br />#Dear everything you do is AGAIN always special...<br /><br />Your coming down to meet me to somewhere from somewhere to say Hi!!! Bringing your bhabhi and niece along in the process!!..<br /><br />I still remember you messaging me from your friends phone when your network wasn't catching, because I was upset..!!!<br /><br />I still remember my morning messages ;-)<br /><br /># I remember you calling me up when I was low, even though you never called...<br /><br />I remember you sending me a mail daily for 20 days when I was busy with my exams...<br /><br /># For calling me up to find out whether I did take my medicines...<br /><br />For actually proposing the way I suggested...<br /><br />#I remember you agreeing to partner me in all my crazy schemes...<br /><br />For trusting me with your deepest secret...<br /><br /># Dear you are nearly my sister!!<br />For every conversation we have when you are on your walk or not, for the strawberry ice creams we share, for discussing my career options list (it must be 100 by now)...<br /><br /># For all the hugs u have given me till now...<br /><br />#Letting me know the power of one for all and all for one...<br /><br /># For introducing me to the whole new meaning of humility, warmth and making me respect u... (P.S- We barely know each other, I know still...)<br /><br /><br />The list would be endless for each one of u...still i feel special already... :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3748473939818360489?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-30156942920997704872008-03-25T12:29:00.003+05:302008-03-25T13:05:03.867+05:30'For If I were to die today<br />God let this place be my roof<br />With the carpet of cloud beneath my feet<br />and the riveting sky beyond my eye<br />God, let my soul fly in<br />cause I want to cry<br /> tears of remorse<br />-at words unspoken<br />-actions undone<br />-smiles taken away<br />-laughter mocked thy way<br />-Pretending to be yours forever to stay<br /> when I wasn't even mine together each day<br />-remembering every detail of tiding the bay<br />-charming every evil and prince's alike as my play<br />When I knew it wouldn't last<br />So let me pay<br />throughout my life<br /> they may: castigate, reprimand,<br />I redress, obey<br />So help me God to stay in this alcove of serenity's<br />To find a way before I castigate my sin<br />To another day or at least pray...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am yet to understand what I have just written... my fingers flew over the keyboard to form these words... Don't know how to make a coherent text out of this interplay...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3015694292099770487?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-75671922122243188192008-02-29T13:25:00.002+05:302008-03-02T17:37:36.495+05:30I completely hate going to a salon... I mean simply hate it...<br />Well why?<br />I'd not be completely correct if I say its only because I am not to fussy about my looks, or I prefer my natural beauty.. I don't believe in chemical or artificial beauty... All This do form a major part of my reasoning... I sincerely do believe that salon's are for grooming... One doesn't need a makeover... But then that means for personal grooming like a haircut, or a manicure blah blah things you do need to visit a salon, then why do I hate it so much?<br /><br />Well I agree all women are fixated with the salon.. Give them the freedom and they'd spend half a day every week there, or so it is said; but do you know its not because they think that a weekly salon trip would improve their looks, it is because of the clever marketing ploy used by the Salon staff...<br /><br />I hate marketing?<br />What?!<br />No!!<br />I don't hate a salon cause they market what they went to sell, everybody wants marketing, but I don't like what their marketing strategies do to a females ego... Trust me, even the most self confident female, who knows she is beautiful, or a female like me who gives pennies to her looks, and cares little when people put in their two bits about the face, because its the person that matters, have a second thought...<br />Guys who are reading this, it is not funny...!!!<br /><br />I'll tell you how this thing works... What happens is that you go into a salon for lets say a haircut, and that to just for a trim.. You see the others getting too much done, someone on the face, or hands, others, many, all... Then and there itself your defenses meet 'waxed' floors... They start slipping...<br />Then you are taken for your hair wash ( Mind you a 'proper' salon always thinks you have lived your life as a rowdy youngster or a hippie and you can't wash your hair properly, hence even if you have washed it that morning, they'll redo it.) The first question is, "Mam which shampoo do you use..?" You say the one you do... "Tch tch Tch... " **looking extremely displeased** "What happened??" you make a mistake of asking, "Mam, it just doesn't suit your hair, its not your type only... It will make your hair dryer.." "oho" , "You should use this, followed by this conditioner, in the way I am going to wash your hair..."<br />The damage is done... Oh God! I have been damaging my hair? But I don't think its bad but they treat the best hairs, so they know better, or do they?<br />Next comes the hair cut... Mam which style do you want? You suggest that new look you were dying to get or say you want a simple trim... That my friend is the biggest sacrilege... "Well you know mam, that style has been out for years" "you have a longish face and since your features are not very sharp why don't you take this? at least that will bring some getup to your face..."<br />He starts snipping<br />"Mam why don't you take care of your skin? Look at the area around your lips, they are darkly tanned? even your boyfriend will wonder!!" and you go HUH! what?<br />Seeing you speechless at his audacity to suggest that, he works his charm (read sales trick) in... We have this amazing herbal facial comprising of aloe, sandal etc, they will leave your skin peaches cream in a very short while, and then you'd become the temptress..."<br /><br />Oh o, the 'waxed' floor was already slippery, you had started slipping, and now you are precariously balancing your feet...<br /><br />"Mam we have a very new shade in hair color touch up your hair with them, your hair would become very smooth, and silky, it would shine like Kajols..."<br /><br />"Mam your nails are yellowing!!" Hello my nails are painted red!! " that's what mam, use if nail polish will cause your nails to suffocate with the lack of oxygen and start yellowing, and we have this very nice aroma therapy manicure, that would defoliate your tired palms, and make them soft like a babies, tr it mam, you deserve it."<br /><br />"Mam with all the treatment you have done, why leave the part which carries your burden the most , your feet, unpampered? Mam they deserve your care, you'll deserve the cracks and then how will you walk?"<br /><br />We think, Oh God! have I been that negligent? **looking around** every female is getting something done, sheesh!!! am I being tricked b battering of my self respect and ego? or is it true? I think true, its such a huge salon, it doesn't need my money, they treat the celebs so they know best... might as well....<br /><br />So the ladies end up spending half their days, and well their earnings or ahem the better(richer) half's bank balance, to yet another month when they'd encounter a new split end to trim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-7567192212224318819?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-38190032365332494792008-02-24T20:47:00.002+05:302008-02-24T21:09:36.945+05:30Well the title suggests that I take myself to be a writer, though some times I doubt that fact by large...<br />Why?<br />Typical question from my friends when I finally conclude my thoughts (but I dont get irritated I love it, as it gives me another chance to think.)<br />Well...solely because:<br />1) I don't think I have very great vocabulary- my use of words are limited, and I cant find better words to express my thoughts,<br />2) Gift of expression- the flamboyance to easily understate the emotions, to play with thoughts, to create lasting images are truly not my forte...<br />3) Creativity and me don't match- One force you have to reckon with when u sit to write something is gremlin of an idea, for that u need to be inspired or conceptualise, to race that broad winger horses in your head.. And well I dont have horses in my head :)<br />4) Sense of humour- Well no explanations needed here, everybody knows I am a seriously serious person, with a bad or non-existent funny bone.<br /><br />Only thing which proves I am a writer, is this block I have which prevents me from writing anything bearing a semblance to a line... Hence am on a undesired extended vacation :)<br /><br /><br />Try and Miss me ;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3819003236533249479?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-29485497566799200352008-02-18T16:02:00.003+05:302008-02-18T16:15:24.074+05:30<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Don't care for me so much,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I might get used to it...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Don't come so close to me,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I might not be able to</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Detach</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >from</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >it</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Don't put so much faith in me,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I might not be able to </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;" >handle it...<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Don't be a part of my life,<br />I won't be able to live without it<br /><br />Don't make me fall for you,<br />I may not be able to get up after it<br /><br />Don't come into my life,<br />If you have to<br />L<br />E<br />A<br />V<br />E<br />One day<br /><br />Don't give me hope,<br />That its forever to stay...<br /><br />Cause love is an emotion;<br />I ain't know how to hide..<br />When it won't be reciprocated,<br />It will hurt deep inside..<br /><br />Don't start something,<br />I wont be able to end<br /><br />Don't make me believe<br />That you can be more than a friend...<br /><br />Cause at the end of it<br />I don't want to hear you say,<br />" I am sorry, but I never felt the same..."<br /><br /></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-2948549756679920035?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-172952773575067202008-02-04T14:15:00.000+05:302008-02-04T19:22:05.435+05:30<span style="font-style: italic;">Hi, Adya why didn't your papa come to your dance show?</span><br /><br />My parents are divorced Rishi, and my dad stays in Vizag hence he couldn't come... Are your parents also divorced? your momma wasn't there at the show either.?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No, my mummy is at God's house, she is visiting him since I was 2years old. Dad says now that I am 7, She may come back with a new makeover, like they show on TV nah... So I am waiting for her to come. Do you meet your dad?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span>Yes I do meet him, when papa comes in that small plane of his to meet me or when he comes down for work... I know since momma papa don't love each other anymore, they don't taste each others coffee to check how is it, I know I can't meet him everyday...<br />Lets sit on the stairs and wait till kaku comes to pick me up.. Who is coming to pick u up? Your Papa or your Tai?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So you don't miss your papa? You don't miss sitting on his lap when he come back from office and gets toys or toffees or has man-to-man chat, oh how can you have a man-to-man chat, you are silly girl...<br /><br /></span>Ae I am not silly boys are silly.. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Don't in-in-...whats the word.... haaaan interput when I am talking, ok? Even I will not do interputing when u talk...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span>What does interput mean? <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ufff you don't even know that, means talk in middle when big people are talking... </span><br />Ok...cluck cluck...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Haan so do you not want to meet him more fast ? I cant meet momma because papa says God's country is far, and Papa also comes very late sometimes and then goes out using nice nice perfumes, I think he is in love, and my momma dead... I think he is finding me a new momma, and is scared to tell me, but I am a big boy, Indu Tai, my househelp who takes care of me, told me...she will only come to pick me up...<br /><br /></span><span>Ok... somedays mummy comes to pick me up....many days just Shantaram kaku, my driver uncle... I miss papa a lot... Papa keeps telling mummy to send me with him to Vizag... He even tells her that she can put me on the Big plane, not papa's small plane, and papa will pick me up from the Hangar...Nooo nooo airport.... But mummy never allows... She doesn't understand that even though she doesn't love papa anymore, I love him very much... Mummy is selfish.. She wants me all the time to her... I think I understand mummy doesn't want to loose me, or is scared I might make new friends in Vizag or papa will give me so many chocolates that I will not comeback to her, but she is wrong... Papa will take care of me... She says papa has so much work, he can't take care of me, and will leave me to servants who will take care of me, but even she does so when she is busy... Papa is not bad, mummy may not trust him, I do... even I want to spend time with Papa... (starts weeping)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't cry, don't cry... Maybe your dad never told your momma that he wants you to go there. He may be feeing ki Momma will refuse, or she had told judge uncle that only you stay with her that is why he also doesn't ask... Or maybe momma may think you are a little girl and you don't understand their divorce and it will make u cry for your dad and momma to be together... She loves you if not your dad... Grown-ups think we bachchalog don't understand big big problems, but we are 7 year olds, bachcha are 4 year olds... Look I am having a small small beard on my face...<br /></span><br />Sniff Sniff Sniff.... You are right, my papa maynot have asked also...I will tell papa to ask... I will also tell momma that undersit and will always love her like my old mumma and will not want a new mumma...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sob Sob Sob....( Rishi is running away) </span>Rishi! wait.... Rishi! where are you running....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am running because big boys don't cry and I am crying...I want also a momma... I know my momma is dead... Nobody comes from Gods place... I am ready to love a new momma whom dad also loves... Your momma is not selfish, my dad is... He doesn't want to share his love with me... I am very sad... I also want a momma who I can </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">hug when I scrape my knee, or who can stand up when Avik bully's me, who makes nice nice lunch to me... Even though my own momma is with God, I will love my new momma also... I will be good to her... When dad comes homes late or goes out on business trips I feel very scared that he might not come back... I want to sleep without crying... but nobody understands that...<br /><br /></span></span><span><span>Stupid, boys also cry, my papa does whenever he has to say Bye to me... And your papa must be seeing if your new momma loves you also...Some women are very bad like my neighbour...she slaps and scolds her son...Your papa loves you so much that he doesn't want you to see all that... Even my papa takes care of me... Dont worry one day you'll get your momma, and I will go to my papa's place and stay with him...<br /><br />" Adya come here to mumma..."<br />"Rishi!! Dads here son..."<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />When did you come? </span></span><span><span>When did you come?<br /><br />"A while back son"<br />"Long Back princess"<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-17295277357506720?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-74032567052285418602008-01-25T14:31:00.000+05:302008-01-27T18:02:11.201+05:30This morning I woke up to a mildly surprising weather... Till yesterday me and my poor city were plagued from scorching heat in the middle of January, the so-called-coldest-month of the seasonal cycle of my city... On waking up today I discovered an overcast condition, minimum sunlight and cool or shall I say cold breeze blowing... Its one of those few sudden weather changes here... It was a nice weather and nice morning... While I was thinking of a nice morning, with cool winds caressing me, possibility of a shower to take some toll of the rising mercury, and clean the dust laden flora and architecture, along with having a similar affect on the cob-web shackled and dust coated minds and souls of men and women, there were some for whom this was signal of gloom... I came out of my room only to hear my bro muttering under his breath, that such overcast conditions, cold winds a possibility of rain, his suggestion was it that it was a dampener to the spirits, seemed gloomy and sad... The cold winds signified the absence of warmth, and brought about a loneliness, the winds slapped your face as a punishment for a crime not committed, or not know to have been committed... The rains in the winter numbs the body, in turn numbs your feelings, which nowadays very rarely comes to the surface...<br /><br />I was left thinking how very different human interpretations of a given situation is... That is a very coarse truth, <span style="font-style: italic;">and truth it seems is stranger than fiction... </span>What the human mind believes is unnerving...Like a simple weather conditions raised my mood a 100 times, it dampened somebody Else's spirit 100 times... Somebody could call me dark, deep person whom pain, sorrow gloom attracts, or a person who lives life happy in the worst of situations... Its a matter of ones viewpoint... As I always say <span style="font-style: italic;">when u think too much of what others think about u, u end up thinking all those things which they can never think about u...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span>Why do we think so much? What goads our actions so much? Why do we have a reaction, an opinion on just about every situation, yet we can never express our feelings our emotions, which truly deserve words well? Well my logic say its probably because of the insecurity, the vulnerability of exposing our sensitive and naked yearnings to anyone, of being silently affected or to show people our weak spots, cause we genuinely have convinced ourselves that in this <span style="font-style: italic;">materialistic and egoistical and me-better</span> world, every one has an open dagger to make our wounds bigger, and if not have a UV camera to capture those spots, as a bargaining counter... But look around you is the world really that bad? Yours friends are not, your family is not, so may somebody Else's relations, learn to trust again... Another reason is the ego of thinking if he doesn't show his feeling why shall I? When one doesn't realise is that somebody else may need an effort to do the same, or is waiting for the other to begin?<br /><br />Another question plaguing me is that am I truly this psycho, or do I have days off when I write such dark depressing tales... Any answerer's?<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-7403256705228541860?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-58559656917262202452008-01-13T16:59:00.000+05:302008-01-15T14:11:25.297+05:30I had totally forgotten about some which deserved mention before all I had mentioned... So here they are:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Aheli - Peerless Inn- Chowringee</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Suruchi: Park Street</span><br />If you are in Cal, and love to try out cuisines then you cannot miss this place for the bestest Bengali food in town. If you want authentic bengali food then you have wo options - visit a bangali baari, or comedown to Aheli or Suruchi for the traditional cooked meal... From cholaar dal to langcha, too shuktho to macher jhol, to benguni, all the traditional items retaining their individual flavours... Its an experience in itself...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuisine:</span> Bengali<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My pick:</span> Cholaar daal, loochi, Alur dum<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pocket Pinch:</span> 1200 for 2<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Backside of New Market-Esplanade, park street end</span><br />Authentic mughlai non-veg food, famous for its most traditional methods and authenticity of taste...vastly non-veg and very very basic... Nothing swanky... Can't say much, as I have heard about them, never tasted being a vegetarian... try Rehmania, Shiraj, Aminia or even the lesser known ones... The best Biryani's are told to be made there..<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuisine:</span> Mughlai<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My Pick: -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pocket Pinch</span> Rs 300-400 for 2<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Trinca's: Below Park Hotel Park Street</span><br />Has a little bit of every cuisine, is good try for me, but some people acually swear by this... Again the nostalgia, the old Cal charm...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuisine:</span> Multi Cuisine<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My Pick</span>- changes menu very frequently<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pocket Pinch: 700 for 2</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Kathi Rolls: Park street, Near Tewari A.J.C. Bose Road</span><br />Kebabs wrapped in flour doughs, made to perfection... I guess Calcutta is synonymous with Kathi Rolls and if you leave the city without trying these, then probably you havent visited the city, or are a vegetarian like me... This needs no description...in doubt search it, try it...A trip to cal without it is a waste.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuisine:</span> street food<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My Pick: -</span><br />P<span style="font-style: italic;">ocket Friendly:</span> Rs 30 a roll<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Kewpies: Elgin Road</span><br />Again a traditional vegetarian and non-vegeterarian Bengali thali's served on Banana leafs in traditional Bengali Bhoj... Another favourite<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuisine:</span> Bengali<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pocket Friendly</span>: 400 for 2<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Little Italy- Fort Knox Camac Street</span><br />The most amazing place to be, authentic Italian, amazing food... when u think Italian its a very simple cuisine, and most people manage to make it taste good, but the perfect texture, colour and taste, to make u remember that seven hills country, so famous for its Pizza and Pisa, you need a trip to this place to know what I mean...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pocket hole</span> of Rs 700 for 2<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuisine :</span> Italian<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My Pick:</span> Margaretha Pizza and just about most pasta's<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Gautams: Near the Airport, AE block Salt lake</span><br />The bestest coffee's in town, well fine I am exaggerating but a nice place to hangout, great cold coffee, nice snacks and good crowd... All u need to have a car or bike because well this is a stall not a restaurant :D<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuisine</span>:Street food<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My Pick:</span> Cold Coffee, chilli babycorn, and paneer pakora<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-5855965691726220245?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-39523783556394638682008-01-12T19:57:00.000+05:302008-01-13T14:50:40.930+05:30Dear diary<br /><br />Sometimes I keep wondering how is it when you understand someone completely, when someone understands you enough to know that your actions which may hurt them are not intentional... Everybody have issues in their life... You may know them, you may not... When you know their issues and understand them, it gets even more difficult when they hurt you, to draw reason... Because then you are torn between loyalty and hurt. Your loyalty to understanding them, they reacted because they are hurt, because they are so trapped, that they snap at very little things, but on the same time you are trapped with that deep hurt for them not understanding that even you share the same position with them. You also have issues which are common, which are your personal...Which they may know, which they may not. Yet they fail to understand when you are upset, when you snap out, reasonably unreasonably. It hurts you to think that they don't understand you. But what hurts deeper is when they go a step ahead and lay blames and accusations on your door. They call you heaven alone knows what not. Sometime a person who doesn't know how to smile or enjoy, a person who sucks out happiness in whichever place they are, short tempered, arrogant, rude, cruel, jinked...They'll say you don't understand, you just want happiness, you can't understand sorrow, you being immature... Maybe they are right, maybe your defense is just too high... Maybe you don't accept that their criticism is not baseless, is not without reason, its you who are without reason. You suck happiness from every room, you ruin small ,moments of sharing happiness, so what if you try to create some, but they snap out then, so what if you try and joke and dance, and talk and smile always, but still you have no right to be upset or show it, so what if whatever you do is wrong, its nothing, so what if you are ungrateful for whatever they have done for you, YOU have to learn to understand, for thats how the dice roles, in all relations their has to be compromise, there has to be understanding, compassion and a common thread called love bonding you all...<br /><br /><br />Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be a wimp, a person on the brink of becoming a looser- a failure. When the backbone of determination falls, it brings along with itself self doubt, self questioning, embarrassment which borders on public humiliation, loss of motivation to achieve something, and a constant desire to fade away... Someone who sees no future, no road, no sense of direction, but many multiple bays, to choose another way...When you have to many options open to yourself, such that when you try and motivate yourself and go ahead with something the lack of guts to complete it, makes you take an easy option- The Way Out... When you sometimes wonder does the universe actually conspire to give you what you want? Do you actually need to keep forgetting the past hurt to let new hurt to settle in?<br /><br />Sometimes I think... Diary I have decided I am not going to read anymore of those dark self-help-thought-provoking-view-invoking books... Its risky yaar, lest I become a dull depressing brooding person like them....EEEEEKKKKSSS!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOO<br />I am closing all my brains...aaaa...I mean books... Its back to brainless, eeesh I mean, thoughtless, no I mean happy go lucky kind of Mills-and-Boons and Men-Are-From-Mars-Women-From-Venus...<br /><br />See I am not that immature, I do think, what say ;)<br /><br />Chao<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3952378355639463868?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-51558111583248371712008-01-09T16:26:00.000+05:302008-01-11T13:10:32.721+05:30I swear I hate the name Kolkata, no for no reasons, its just that I don't like my favourite things being altered for no rhyme or reason... So the thing is, I was going to Delhi, and one of my Delhite friends send me a blog address for the best places to eat in Delhi... Well I am not that a blogger, nor a foodie, but ya, I do have my favourite places to eat... Along with this I'd name a few more 'famous places' which u should try in Cal, well probably because there is nothing much to do otherwise... Warning contains only vegetarian places!!!!<br /><br />Well I am not gonna arrange it in any semblance order, its just a list of places I remember...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Sonar Gaon- The Taj Bengal, Belvedere Road</span><br />Well this always featured in my favourite paradises, but ranked a bit lower than Zaranj and Raj and Kalash...but surprise surprise, Its on the top now... Well this place is expensive, stinkingly so, I agree but then its worth the hole in your pocket... With a very apt decor of low rise tables and chairs, with stylish cutlery, yet giving you a very village feel en-excellance' is what Sonargaon signifies...Its delectable food with a soothing ambiance pampers u for choice... I have the toughest time choosing what to order... Its majorly famous also for its non-veg cuisine.<br />Cuisine type: North West Frontier cuisine (V&amp;N)<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">My pick</span>: hariyali sabji, Dahi Kebab, and Wakhari Paratha<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">U go poorer by:</span> 3-course-meal- for- 2 Rs 1700 approx (incl of tax)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Zaranj / Jongs- J.L.Nehru Road</span><br />Probably has been my Fav for the longest period, but very very slowly, I do see a decline in its quality...Though my family still swears by it, and I am yet to not love it anymore... It has the most amazing Dal Bukhara's in the city... Also houses the maker of the awesomest Lachchedaar Paratha's... The entire food is top bracket, which u could get modulated according to your wants of spicy, medium, etc... Very simple ambiance, very simple cutlery, yet elegant..The key to this place is the free-from-clutter environment, the peace and the simplicity, add to that great food and genuine warmth from the staff... It has an oriental cuisine wig also, which again is equally amazing... specially the center of the dining ares have a low seating arrangement... It also houses some nice spirits, though otherwise has the common fare<br />Cuisine: North west frontier.(V&amp;N)<br />U go poorer by: 3-C-M-F-2- Rs 1200<br />My picks: Paneer Tikka, Lachchedaar Paratha, Dal<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Jalapenos- Camac Street</span><br />Well its an only vegetarian Italian food restaurant, but trust me it even makes me like pasta's... the decor is very basic, nothing very spectacular, nor is the service very great... But the food makes up for it... Has the most scrumptious Garlic breads, Nachos (its Mexican, still they have it) and Pasta's... but don't go expecting much of a crowd, it caters to families mainly and no alcohol...<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Cuisine: </span>Italian<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Poorer by:</span> Rs 500 for 2<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">My pick</span>: Lasagna, Garlic bread and Tiramisu<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Raj: Manohar pukur road</span><br />Well I am not sure many of you would like the place after visiting it, because its located in a small hotel, is a Udipi cuisine restaurant, very very basic... But has the most most amazing South Indian... Love love the Sambhar... Its always a wait whenever u go there...<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Cuisine:</span> Udipi fare<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">My pick:</span> Paper plain Dosa, Rawa Dosa and Dancing Coffee.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Pocket friendly:</span> Maximum Rs150 for 2<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Flury's: Park Street</span><br />Very Victorian. Very English. That's the first thing that strikes me about this place... It emphasises the indelible mark left on Calcutta by British. It has the old world charm, even with the upmarket renovation, swank interiors yet it still has that old world charm... the nostalgia factor, the mystique, the grandeur of the unknown world.. That's what makes its food so special... entirely famous for Its Milk breads, pastries and Omelette's(never tried it, but who has never keeps shut about it)... U'll love it for its typical English menu... Hey! in the growing trend of theme restaurants, it could qualify as a British Coffee shop!!! :D<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Cuisine</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">:</span>British, confectionery(V&amp;N)<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">My pick:</span> Beans on toast, earl gray tea, chocolate croissant and chocolate pudding...<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Price buster:</span> Rs400 for 2<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Peter Cat: Park Street</span><br />Again the old world charm, good food, average crowd, but scores high on nostalgia and feel good factor...Stands testimony to why Park Street was so famous...<br />Cuisine: Indian food (V&amp;N)<br />My Pick: Well personally I havent been there, but have heard its non-vegetarian delicacies are more famous...<br />Price buster: Rs 700 for 2<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Chaat outside Vardaan, Camac Street</span><br />Well Calcutta is famous for its favourite Puchka's, Jhaal Muri, add to this Garam Dal Vada's served with spicy green chutney and garlic chutney, Moong Dal's Chilla with or without onion, served with the two same chutneys, Yellow beans (Pili matars) Garam Chaat, Its heaven for chaat lovers... The added advantage of shopping and eating is too much :)<br />My Pick: Garam Vada and Chilla<br />Price Buster: Chilla is for 20, Garam Vada is Rs 15 a plate containing 5 pieces, Puchka is 4 pc's for 5 rs, Jhaaalmuri is 10 for a packet...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Puchka and Jhaalmuri At Russel Street</span><br />This place is jam packed whenever u go there... My favouritest place for puchka's and Muri, because this place truly has the most amazing ones... One advice stand there and keep trying spicy non-spicy, tamarind water, jaggery water with ur puchka's, u'll know why despite being banned for me, I cant live without them :)<br />Price Buster: Same as that for Vardaan, the price for puchka is standard in more or less all places...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Puchka at Hindusthan Park</span><br />Well too many suggestion for places for puchka, but this place got the Khaibaar Paas (TOI awards for street food) award... There are many who sit here, but one lady is famous and u'll know who she is when u reach there... But personally I am not very fond of that place<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Bar-B-Q: Park Street</span><br />Good Chinese food, Great crowd, ok types ambiance and a regular youngsters joint is what this place is drumming with...<br />Cuisine: Chinese, Indian<br />My Pick: Spring Roll, American Corn salt and pepper<br />Damages: Rs 800 for 2<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">#Chinnoserie : Taj Bengal</span><br />Awesomest authentic Chinese, but low on decor, and price doesnt cover the pleasure like in Sonargaon...<br />Cuisine: Authentic Oriental<br />My Pick: Sweet Corn soup, Devils Choice and Dumplings<br />Poorer by: Rs2000 for two<br /><br />For authentic Chinese China Town off Tangra is very very famous....<br /><br />Well too many more places to eat, probably I'll write a second version also!! if ppl think this was decent...;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-5155811158324837171?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-64263952068364969362008-01-01T20:51:00.000+05:302008-01-02T09:13:17.861+05:30Dear Diary<br /><br />Its again that time of the year when people prepare to party, when they reflect the year that has been, they sign the best and worst, study movements... Its the favourite time of the year for every eloquent writer. Check any blog, any newspaper, magazine, news channel, radio channel everyone worth their steam or not, they visit the morgue and come out with analysis and dissection of the year that has been... Its also that season when you have a reason to cuddle up to that special person, or cuddle up with a steaming hot chocolate, with a nice book in hand below the covers... Or a long windy drive, catch a strawberry milkshake or that orange kulfi... Its also the year when a part of the wardrobe gets a new lease of life...Its that time of the year when there are no more fights for regulating the A.C temperature with that ever-nagging-forever dissatisfied-stubborn-roommate... Its the time of the year when you are actually overjoyed about a walk in the evening for it feels great to have that cold gush of wind caressing your face, like cooling down all the tumulus thoughts that have been plaguing u. To make you feel that someone somewhere is always with you, you don't walk alone. When you snuggle up further in those jackets of yours, it shows the importance of warmth. The need for having someone close delves deeper than never before...Its the season for sin, seduction, and romance...when passions rule supreme to make that mercury, if not of the thermometer, of the air sizzle and become electric... Its the time when love blooms, alliances are made... The temperament of people are so relaxed and cool, that hardly, hardly any breakups or trouble in paradise are noted in this season...<br /><br />Its that time of they year when every one is making merry and is high on excitement or sloshed... sloshed with alcahol, or sloshed with the natural intoxication of great food, free spirit and the cool winds of romance...Wherever you go, which ever mood you are in, you will see everybody relaxed, no sarcastic armours, no guards, no reserves...all this courtesy a little drink, a little drama, and a lot of pleasure...<br /><br />Its also the time of the year when you enjoy FOOD!!!! Those hot grilling paneer tikka's, the various bar-be-q kebabs, the deliciously thick dal, the amazing assortment of vegetables that tantalise your senses as much as they please your taste buds, the plethora of drinks finding another excuse to be enjoyed, Rum Cakes, Chocolate in zillion forms, Strawberry dipped chocolate, Strawberry Shakes, Pies, Bakes,Gajar ka Halwa, Matar ki Kachori, the Ghevars ....what not!!!...Amazingly everyone knows when to have Scotch, Cognac, Vodka, Wine, Whiskey, Beer...Nobody mixes their drinks this time around...<br /><br />But what actually traps all these flavours are , very obviously, the new years eve, and the new years day itself... A time of revelry, a time of merry making, a time of living for the day, not dwell in the bygones, look forward for that rising sun, bringing up new surging desires, hopes, wants for a better footing and fewer regrets, apprehension of the possibility of loosing what you already have... Rejuvenating after one very tiresome year, to gear and recharge for the coming year. To smell the scent of ecstasy, to smell the blooming blossoms of flowers, the kaleidescope of colours rioting your senses...<br /><br />Its the time of the year where being single is still not a crime, even though I call it the time for romance... The feeling of freedom, of being at ease, of enjoying the revelry with no-strings-attached, of being you for you, of spending time as you please, of living life king size at half the cost .... Ok! ok! the cost issue was a ncie dig on the expenses a guy foots for the 'maintenance' of his girl... But seriously am happy being single...<br /><br />This year I enjoyed my time to the fullest, up for grabs is next year!!<br /><br />Wishing You a Very Very satisfying year Ahead, maybe next time I'll come up with a boring obituary of the past year...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-6426395206836496936?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-34614631214597812212007-12-05T12:06:00.000+05:302007-12-05T15:09:24.817+05:30<p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Tagged by Bhavesh<o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I am thinking about</span></b><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">: That I think too much, and thinking is a waste of time, so I am thinking that I should stop thinking…<br /><br /><b>I said</b>: Everybody loves u, just the way they know how to love, not the way u expect them too…<br /><br /><b>I want to</b>: Be on a waterside, with cool breeze, beach and a small hill to climb…<br /><br /><b>I wish</b>: That I was a shade of goodness, as some people perceive me to be ..( sachchi, promise)<br /><br /><b>I regret</b>: Having no regrets in life… I wouldn’t have done anything I haven’t, or change anything I have </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><b>I hear</b>: Silence drumming, my own heartbeats, and the click clack of my keyboard…( my a.c is actually noiseless!!! Wow!) oh and now ma yelling to have breakfast (sheesh! Just my life) :D<br /><br /><b>I am</b>: A glass of wine…<br /><br /><b>I dance</b>: Well I am rolling with laughter at the mere thought of my dancing<br /><br /><b>I sing</b> : the songs of bravery for those who can manage this Herculean task!!!<br /><br /><b>I cry</b>: Alone.<br /><br /><b>I am not</b>: What u think I am<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><b>I write</b>: to reach out...( to whom I don’t know)<br /><br /><b>I confuse</b>: Patience with hard work<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><b>I need</b>: Togetherness<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I tag Nobody…some lessons learnt the hard way are not forgotten </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span><!--[endif]--></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3461463121459781221?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-46249259608456109732007-12-02T18:03:00.000+05:302007-12-02T18:15:23.468+05:30<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">It began with a whisper</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">But grew and grew</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Until I felt certain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">The source must be you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Why did you smile</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">While I listened and then</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Turn away as their faces</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Felt </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Silent </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Again</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">What had you told them</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">That slammed shut their looks</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Like end of a lesson</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">With unpopular books?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">What was the writing</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Which I couldn't see</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">As it hid between the covers and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">pointed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">at </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">me...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Nothing much could have happened</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">For by the next day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">We were laughing and chatting</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">And managed to stay</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Well after a fashion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Good friends for a while</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">But always between us</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">The Ghost of that</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">smile</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4624925960845610973?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-34675859965918581272007-11-11T21:59:00.000+05:302007-11-26T15:57:22.261+05:30Dear Diary<br /><br />I was talking to Sonu today, and he asked me a question out of the blue... He was like 'what do u want to do in life? Whats your one dream?' then he was like 'Get married, have a happy family, support ur family...right?' and I was like ,'Nope, Yes I do want all that, but thats my desire, my need, my want, but definitely not my dream.. My dream is too serve you that dish, which can make u go feel hungry, even after having a Gourmet cuisine... My dream is to make your food, an experience, not a fancy... My dream is to make you Live to Eat, and not Eat to Live... So jaan, its my restaurant...' and he was like, ' Ahhh!!! so thats what you doing, making your passion your work, so that u never work again...' God!! when will my baby use his original dialogues...Sonu will always copy my dialogues, and will say, 'am learning from the great, consider it my lesson well learnt...' Then very suddenly he was like, 'Why do u love cooking so much?'<br /><br />And right then he had to hang up, but he gave me fodder for thought...'Yeah I had told you, thinking is such a waste of time, but what to do, an empty brain is devil's workshop, and am the devils advocate, so I can't let my employer stray, can I?<br /><br />I have been cooking since I was 5...Before that, I remember when Ma used to go in the kitchen to make dinner, I always tagged behind her like an uncute chimp, or an assistant... I distinctly remember Ma hauling me up on the kitchen counter and then cooking... Watching my mom cook, is more than just an experience, you get introduced to a new concept, which is called creating tangible love... Ma's a Bible for cooking...the way she'd cook was mechanical, perfect to a fault, with every ingredient knowing its work, like when you have a party at home, and invite people over, the entire family has their task divided...and everyone performs to the best of their ability, why to make the party a success, and why that? well to have that sense of deja` vu, that feeling of accomplishment, that benchmark which u need to break to climb higher... Well that was just the conspiracy hatched by Ma and her ingredients...<br /><br />For me it was a more than just a hobby or passion...It meant heritage...I dont strange that I call it heritage, but somehow I feel this is what my Ma passed on to me, that this my tribute to her skills, my homage...<br />Apart from that, (u know am a little emotional when it comes to Ma, and my relation with her :), so am scared nazar na lag jaaye, isiliye I dont discuss it a lot..), just the thought of creating a dish which essentially makes u forgt all your stress, bring u back alive, ignite a want, make u feel something is what good food is all about.. Its not about exotic dishes from unknown, far fetched places, its not about new cuisines, its not about signature dishes, its about recreating the magic of food... We have forgotten that down the line, why we all work so hard is for food... Its what drives to everything...and somehow we take that for granted... grabbing a bite on our way out, checking for the calorie list, finding things to do at the dinner table... etc etc...but if u notice, the day the food is really to your liking, for that short period of 15 mins or so, till u consume that bit u are lost in a world of sensory pleasures, of sheer delight, away from any coherent thought...Well that's because God made us to enjoy his blessing food... And thats where I step in too cook...I dont want u to recognise that ok this is a trademark my dish, or its the best, its new, its different...I just want u too get so lost in the food u don't acknowledge it, to make it a passion u are guilty about discussing, to be a sense of pleasure which gels in the background of your brain, only to be remembered, when you truly remember happiness and joy..<br /><br />So I ended up blowing up his cell bill, coz we spoke for nearly one hour on this (ok ok I spoke for an hour), and then we ended up discussing the interiors of my restaurant, my first client would be him, how he'd like me to serve etc etc...It was special...All conversations with him are... but during this conversation one thing was born, his dream project, which touch wood he'll implement..:)<br /><br />And that dear diary, is the wonder of good food and romancing the food my hobby... I love cooking, it makes me - me...I set myself free, be the true me, for the true to be...:) hence if I have to work then why not cook, I'll make myself happy while spreading the joy....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3467585996591858127?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-8198071257829250562007-11-02T15:23:00.000+05:302007-11-11T21:42:13.177+05:30Dear diary<br />One of the worst days of my life<br /><br />U know I was helping mom do something today... I was only giving opinions when ma needed it.. Ma was in a rush...we had to go shopping for diwali also, suddenly she was like why u trying to show I am doing all the work, I do everything etc etc... I mean she was a little too harsh.. Not that I don't understand her reasons for it... She's under a lot of stress... with the constant rejection of proposal for di's marriage, the strained relation with pa, the jealously and bad vibes she has to handle of my relatives, plus pressure of bro's very new business... I know she's under a lot of stress... and I completely understand..but at times I wonder what did I do wrong to deserve this.. why am I the scapegoat from all sides, when friends are upset they leash out at me, when family is upset they lash out me..<br />Hang on people, I do have feelings!!! Well I guess u people have kind of forgotten, but even I think I belong to the category of people who u know feel, get hurt,like dislike kind of things...u know things called emotions etc etc.. When I genuinely don't feel I am doing anything, let alone being arrogant about saying 'I do this, do that...'<br />I haven't honestly done anything for anybody in life... I know that subtract me from any body's life, and it would not make much of a difference, but when ur own parent says that, it drives your insecurity wild... Ma just doesn't understand, I try hard to do everything she tells me, even more, shoulder her responsibilities, not because I think she's useless or bad it, or I am very good at it.. Nor is it because She doesn't keep well, so am doing it for pity, sympathy, for glory name or fame... I mean by how far can a parent misjudge her own child..Don't know their own child...I know ma's under stress but that doesn't, or it isn't a reason to always drive ur irritation out on me, u have to understand what I go through also...And even if that is said or done at the heat of the moment, have u ever consoled me after that... I would never want a sorry from u, dont insult me by saying I'd stoop so low, that I will make my mum apologise to me, but even a smile or a hug...or saying u said it out of frustration...a word of reassurance... No am not complaining...and even on my last day will I ever have issues with ma, but jaan at times I don't know this makes me go in a phase of self questioning...<br />This makes me think..why did I react...Do I really understand ma's position? or is it my complain?? If I did understand I would never be hurt, but then again, I am only human to be hurt... Am I as mature as I presume to be? Or am I completely a kid, who throws tantrums and makes life difficult for others..? Am I that useless that I cant do anything to do away or lessen their pains, I also know I cant do much about it because I havent created their problems, and its life everybody has problems, everybody faces it, but then why all at once? why my family? Why am I not a lovable person...? Do I genuinely care for me, or is it my way to charm them? Am I good or bad? Do i have any sense of purpose in life? Why am I not like my cousins and friends.? Some are really nice people to be with, and if they are not they have the looks which attract people to them and make them lovable... Why am I dull and drab, and not the nicest person to know?? Why do I have all the questions in life? Why is it that I also know I am at a age of self questioning..its the age to have questions, and wait for answers.. Why do I always contradict myself?????<br /><br />God help me!!! am totally Mad....!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-819807125782925056?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-66978679184068758062007-10-30T18:16:00.000+05:302007-11-01T14:16:51.870+05:30Dear Diary<br />Wednesday<br /><br />Oooo!!!!!!! I think I want to become a millionaire, and soon..Today I went shopping and there was this too die-for dress which i saw at Kimaya...WOW!!! I mean wow!! It was a fab fab dress yaar... It was a silk trousers in white, with this silver belt boles and a silhouette ...which just about skimmed through you... And with that an amazing pale pinkish shirt in the colour of dusty rose pink in Taffeta....it was a full sleeved, balloon sleeved shirt which then cut like a corset.... just wow...with pearl buttons sewn to it... well before u ask me the price, I don't know...as u know jaan, all these places dont have price tags, coz if u have to ask the price, then u cant afford to shop there..and I could always swipe my brother ka credit card but yaar kyun kisi ka itna favour lena?? Phir u must have a boyfriend with whom u can dress out, infact for whom u dress... Well I was thinking ek time pass ka boy friend bana le?? But then yaar, a boy friend is too high maintenance....I mean u throw attitude, make them buy gifts, but honestly speaking, if u keep aside the typical girlish things, there is so much more to a relation than having all that...its about sharing dreams, thoughts views, differences...Its about accepting u as the total mixed up difficult u...its about sharing those little tender moments...its about walking holding hands...its about caring to take medicines... Eeeekkksss!!!! too much emotions involved...Yaar if I decide tomorrow I don't like him , but he really likes me, toh both are hearts will break nad, his wid pain, and mine with hurting someone, thats why no boyfriend, hence buying that dress got cancelled....<br /><br />Oh then I went to Shoppers Stop, arrey had told u nah, wanted to buy a purse for mom, aise hi, from a lot of days mom's been feeling low low kinds, so thought a surprise gift will pick her up... Went to the purses section, had it my way, I would have bought her a perfume or a watch, but Alas! Ma doesn't use all that, so I'd have to use it (Not that I would have minded ;) )but it would have defeated my purpose... Hmmm U know what I saw? No not a Giordano or a CK, that is what i bought, I saw this extremely cute guy, shopping with this little sister of his (well am sure she was his sis, not niece or daughter, because of the way he adored her with attention) for a knapsack...And he didn't seem to have the faintest clue..So where he apprehensively he approached me, I refused flat out, I mean be it a cute guy, why do I help a stranger?? But I couldn't refuse that sweet little girl...so off we went shopping for an hour, debating countlessly, on the utility and futility of the bags.. Meanwhile openly flirting with him... Obviously purposefully, I was just in a mood of charming somebody... Then finally he selected a bag for her, and then had the audacity to offer to 'gift me one as a token of remembrance for such a fine day, in such a charming company' Huh! and then request for my number for future shopping needs... Well what did you expect obviously I didn't give him my number, he was a stranger, and I don't make friends with strangers... So I very sweetly said, 'I am not interested in becoming a salesgirl, let me complete my studies, if I dont get a job I'll become one and let u know'...I can still see his dumbfounded face...!!!<br /><br />Ah well I got this lovely bag for mom, in tan brown leather...sleek, stylish, yet simple...class I love it...Oh and I love my choice also ;)<br /><br />So ok, I had fun, letsee what tomorrow brings home for me...Good nigh.........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-6697867918406875806?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-1032195085819349962007-10-28T16:50:00.000+05:302007-10-28T19:20:08.613+05:30Dear Diary<br />Tuesday<br /><br />I some how wonder at times, why me? Why do I always have to understand other people's problems... See things from the perspective...why do i have to consider what the other person in going through, before venting out my frustration? I mean tell me Can't I ever be angry... whenever I am angry I am told I am being unreasonable, immature, throwing a tantrum..why do people want me to grow up... I mean I always understand when you people have issues, so why don't u understand mine?<br /><br />So u be angry, its ok because u r in a mess...u r having stressful issues to deal with... U r under pressure, and I am the only person who is living a life of peace and contentment...No issues, No hassles...a life as peaceful as the pond right?<br /><br />I am not complaining for being there in all your problems, I am complaining that u understand me...<br /><br />Arrey I am not talking Gibberish...this is what happened to me today... I was damn upset and when Sonu called I was a little rude to him...Not even rude I'd say aloof...but still fine term it rude.. And he got angry and hung up...I mean whatyaar not done... If I am rude u won't ask me whats wrong, what's worrying u, why u upset...but u'll hang up just like that...??<br /><br />If I tell you I am upset want to talk about something, you will say please yaar, don't mind today am not in the mood or don't have time, but still I never never hang up on u when u upset...<br /><br />When I say I am busy I do remember to ask u what was wrong then, but even when u r in a mood, or free, u don't remember to ask why I was sad, worried or whats the status on it now?<br /><br />WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? Why am I being called an immature female, who is not understanding your situation, when always I listen quietly without an issue, always understand Ur problem when u hurt me, when u ignore me, when u don't care about me, but one day I don't and I become a kid?<br /><br />Okay lets leave that...Diary You know what happened today? I was coming from college on my way home...on the way I saw this very old and weak man begging on the road...He was so frail and so haggard that he moved my soul... A pitiable man, who at some point would have had the airs of a self respecting, self sacrificing person..He carried himself tall and proud...Why why do people leave their parents like that? Is it the parents mistake that they didn't leave the children to beg on the street..? How could they? The children where a part of them, their life... So why did it change for the kids? Why did they leave their parents helpless on the road, stripped of money, love, support, hope, and belief...And above of all stripped of Self respect? I tell u what give me a shot gun I'll kill all those sons... and the daughters-in-law?? do the same with her parents and they'll shut up forever...<br /><br />The day I earn enough I swear that day I will build an old age home... I am 20 give me 10 more years...I will do it!!!<br /><br />Ok nighti night diary...talk to you tomorrow my love am sooooo sleeepppyyyyyy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-103219508581934996?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-64972676553961366652007-10-10T18:10:00.000+05:302007-10-13T10:23:21.599+05:30I had wanted you to be there forever<br />I had wanted you to be my friend<br />I had known the relation to change<br />Through sands of time<br />I had wanted you to feel the same<br /><br />I had not wanted you to not to change<br />For people do,<br />Time makes them...<br />I had not wanted me to be thee<br />For you<br />I had not wanted to be a flicker less emotion<br /><br />I had wanted to understand all your pains<br />I had wanted to reason your hurting me<br />I got what I wanted in my last two wishes<br />But you forgot to see my thoughts on a train...<br /><br />You claimed I was your closest friend<br />That you couldn't do without me<br />That you cared for me<br />I had wanted my hopes to not soar...<br /><br />Because the wants never get fulfilled<br />The wants ended like thee<br />I had wanted never to be hurt<br />No scope of hurt is left by thee<br /><br />So never want...<br />There is a little rule<br />That grants you your want<br />But how it twists and turns it<br />You are left to figure your fault....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-6497267655396136665?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-90439487216439651032007-10-07T18:07:00.000+05:302007-10-16T20:58:27.417+05:30Here I was sitting down to complete a draft of mine...there was this draft I was so keen on completing...But somehow, somehow I ended up reading my older posts... When I landed up at 'My Definition of Love' it got me thinking... That post was originally written 3 and a half years back...for my other blog. I realised even though I haven't yet fallen in Love; nor ever plan to; neither have I found a true definition of it, yet I do now admit some people do go through some deeper belonging, which they term love...<br /><br />Ok my dawning was even confusing when I first felt it... I'll explain what I mean...<br /><br />Love earlier for me didn't exist...or the term was superficial for me... I felt that emotion was overrated, over emphasized... It was a case of subconsciously copying someone else... I had realised that most people claimed to be in love, when someone in their knowledge had proclaimed to be in love... It was not deep... I hadn't understood that one day you were in love with someone, and the next day you were in love with another...How could that be...?? And these few points of my argument still stand...<br /><br />But, what has changed is my comprehension of it... There are people who do deeply fall in 'LOVE'... One of my bestest buddy was in love... He had known the girl for a very long while, they kept in touch off and on...never regularly in touch... then one fine day this girl calls him up after years...they embark on their journey, only to realise they never knew what had crept upon them... their sense of belonging, togetherness, the comfort, their need for each other, the mutual fulfillment and sense of being came when they were with each other... They drove for hours without talking a word, and had the best conversation in their lives... But like all things change, their relation changed...their families didn't approve and they were not to be one... Even after all these setbacks the sense of belonging, longing for each other never died in each of them...they'd wait for each other onliine, wait for their calls... One hello from the other, or one miss you from the other, carried them for long...they drew strength to proceed with their lives, just in the hope it pleases the other... They felt the pain together... Time passed, they moved on...life became different for them... The girl got married, and the guy engaged... And when I asked him, Buddy are you ok with it? All he said was "Deepshikha, I don't know..." and somehow I ended up saying "she would always be special to you, the place you have given her in your life would always be hers, but its not that you give your whole heart to somebody... that's fiction...she carved a corner for herself...maybe someday you'd feel even a deeper sense of love for your fiancee, but still she'd be she...and you were and would always remain close, no matter where..."<br /><br />It shocked me...I didn't know I could express a feeling so well for him, which he was struggling to explain himself...when I haven't ever believed in the concept of Love....<br /><br />Then in my city there is this case of a girl, who married against the marwari rich girl's dad's wishes, to a guy from a humble muslim background. The guy was murdered by the girl's parents, following a political and media circus in the city... But what is essential to my reference to this incident is that, even though this guy is dead now, the sense of belonging that the girl had for him, made her stand up against her father, her family, even though she was in their house now, and her future insecure, for the guy who completed her...<br /><br />See I don't know whether love is possible or does it exist, but there is a relation possible between two individuals, which transcends the boundaries of friendship, to a deeper sense of belonging and completion... So maybe, maybe not everybody is hopeless....<br /><br /><br />[well I am hopeless... for that matter... :) ]<a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"><span><br /></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-9043948721643965103?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-72596272353782610692007-09-17T21:42:00.000+05:302007-09-17T22:16:59.327+05:30A rocking party, at the happening disc...minimal conversation...great crowd...too much of kissing, no smile<br /><br />A silent poolside party...mature conversation...mind-to-mind bonding...talking and drinking...who knows to smile?<br /><br />A page3 party...with ah-u-have-lost-weight conversation...wallet-to-wallet bonding...boozing and boobing...is my smile right?<br /><br />A kid's birthday bash...with innocent conversation...heart to heart bonding...playing and sharing.....those careless smiles...<br /><br />I have so often and not been accused of leaving a grown up conversation, a party, a so-called intense discussion to join the kid bandwagon... When Deepshikha is missing, people know where to find her... It's where you'd have the kids...I don't even know who's kid or what...just an honest innocent kid...<br /><br />Come on, you ask me, how could I prefer an adult company to a kid's?... sometimes its understandable but at every slight pretext? I could leave discussions, marriage ceremonies of my close relatives, the so-called fast lifestyle...the fun, running against time...wanting o outdo others... the saccharine coated smiles...the glass eyes...the cold heart...the meaningless-feeling less words... the double edged swords...race to prove us the best, while climbing on the self esteem of others...<br /><br />Hey don't complain that this is not what we do...Don't we all do that? Sarcasm is our Armour...Diplomacy our honed skills...practiced measured smiles our heritage...trying to prove our self worth our ambition... Proving ourselves to be the master of all, jack of none our passion...<br /><br />I am not saying, " oh! am so great..I don't indulge in it..." of course I do...To an equal extent as u do...but by running away to these children, I try to nullify the changes of the society on me...to become more human..<br /><br />The most precious thing to a child is his new toy, you give it to him, he rushes to show his best friend...if his best friend doesn't have it, chances are that either the toy goes to the friend, or they share.. Even if the child feels pompous about the other not having it, in most cases the child will make sure the other person is not hurt... A child is the most sensitive to other child's hurt...<br /><br />You give a kid a chocolate and he'd make sure every single person in that room has been offered that chocolate, makes sure most have it...If he doesn't share he's brave enough to admit that he can't part with his favourite stuff...<br /><br />You fall down, even if the others don't rush to you, the child will be the first to ask in his so-cute voice, are you ok? and be the only person to offer to hit the ground, in-case you hurt...<br /><br />A child will mean it when he says come over to my place, I wont let you go... He'll truly wish you a goodbye and will hope to see you again... If he doesn't like you will say it on your face... If he wants something in return of his deeds, will let you know...<br /><br />But all this apart what is special to them is that careless smiles... they don't think before smiling for whom or what...they don't care if you return their smile or not...they don't care whether you work for this firm, or own that firm..They don't care if they are smiling in a condolence... They cry when they want, they love unconditionally and love with no holds barred...<br /><br />Their smiles is untouched by society...their love for their mom genuine, their idolising their dad true, and thier innocent smiles an analgesic....<br /><br />So to turn back the clock of my growing up, I find solace in children...Lay all accusal's on my door...<br /><br />GUILTY as charged<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-7259627235378261069?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-37727117521399959242007-07-27T16:03:00.000+05:302007-08-08T13:53:05.858+05:30'Click clack click clack'...<br /><br />Ouch Diksha your heels are clicking so hard, and why are you running down those steps?...Diks baby whats on atleast tell me...<br />" I am getting stifled I need space,time out, don't worry I'll be fine"...<br />You have left your cell...Arrey take that atleast...<br /><br />'Click Clack...'<br />Whats wrong with her? Its not like her to take off like this, anyways she said she'll be fine lets get back to work people....<br /><br />"Mam its drizzling outside, the winds are hard... take care..."<br />Thanks, I will...<br /><br />Cold winds slapped my face, Ah some sensation... All the numbness crowding around my mind, I raised my face up a little for some more onslaught from nature... Its true am jinxed...its true its over...its true...am cursed... I can still hear Andy's voice ringing in my ears... Andy who u ask? Well my boss..I won't call him my editor anymore, because its not about creativity anymore, its about selling your life..Anecdotes they call it Huh!!!...<br /><br />"You do not have any funny moments in your life? you do not have any moments made special in your life? You haven't had people go out of their way to make your life special for you? You haven't faced triumph or tasted hardcore defeat? You don't have nostalgic moments with your friends? You don't even work to try and create those moments? what are you? who are? What I mean to say why have you wasted 24 years of life like this? " Sir I have been a good friend, a good daughter, a good citizen. "Ha console yourself... you haven't been a good person Diksha, you have just overestimated yourself... I mean is it possible that no one finds a special moment in life, something that sets it apart...fine no anecdote with friends, school, college, masscom. course, life, home???? nothing...and you tell me you have been the ideal citizen !!! quit kidding yourself get a life.."<br />.<br />"Oh and by the way, all the anecdotes written in your column are they for real?" No sir.." I figured so... Go create something and fill that column, but girl am fond of you, you know that so I'd advise you, go get a life or you'll be like the Unknown Citizen. W.H.Auden... I am sure you have read that poem... cause your knowledge has never been in question...."<br /><br />No No I won't I just won't let his words get to me... Ah! this wind is getting to wild for my likes, I'd better start walking...<br /><br />Diksha? 'present mam'... <span style="font-style: italic;">where are you</span>?? Ah there I am look at the last bench... ok the class gets over...oh see there I am at the lunch break...<span style="font-style: italic;">Alone</span>?? uh ya sitting alone...uh you see my friend whom I eat lunch with, well she was not well, so.... yeah no one else, actually I spoke to everyone in class, and was friendly with them, but when it came to writing letters to best friends I somehow wasn't there on any letter...<br /><br />'Diksha!!' hi didi... 'How are you?' am fine, you? ' your mom said you were not well?<span style="font-weight: bold;">' nah am fine now</span>...ok come sit.... <span style="font-style: italic;">Well why are you quiet Diksha</span>??? oh cause everyone is talking and am listening, I have nothing to contribute... <span style="font-style: italic;">nothing</span>?? Well yes I have, but no one is interested in listening...<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">it's better to hold your tongue than make others listen to you by force..<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">right</span></span></span>?? <span style="font-style: italic;">Hmmmm... Lets go<br /><br /><br />B</span>eep <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">B</span>eep<span style="font-style: italic;"> B</span>eep <span style="font-style: italic;">B</span>eep... " can't you see where are you going?? Pay attention!!!' Sorry I didn't realise...<br /><br />Yeah so Andy wants me to create an anecdote about my life even though I don't have one, to make me seem interesting, so that I don't get isolated further, so that I strive to achieve what I lost out on... How could he ask me such a thing?? Doesn't he realise he killed an already dead soul?? I am loving this cold winds...for one it seems am not walking alone, its like it's talking to me...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lets continue Diksha</span>... what where? l<span style="font-style: italic;">ets continue Walking...</span><br />School again? why? <span style="font-style: italic;">that was kindergarten Diksha...</span> My life doesn't change with every year... <span style="font-style: italic;">lets go there once we are already here...please</span>?? Oh ok? but before that am I so gullible that you talk me into things with so much ease?? <span style="font-style: italic;">(smile)...</span> I don't like that deceptive smile of yours.... <span style="font-style: italic;">there you are, hey it seems you are enjoying yourself, people are listening to you...</span> Oh yeah? nah, it was a free class, and they had tired themselves out with their chats so for a change they got a new speaker to listen to, Its temporary 5 minutes later they all leave the class, and me alone? <span style="font-style: italic;">so why didn't you go along with them</span>? I hardly know what they were talking about, I don't gossip, so am clueless about what they are thinking or doing...<span style="font-style: italic;"> there are your two best friends</span>!!! its ok, it's the same with them, I am there when they need, and they don't even bother telling me when they bunk..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ok lets go to your family...</span> Noooo don't even go there, you know nah they have faced so much problems, why trouble me with reminding that.... <span style="font-style: italic;">Ok I agree, you have seen a lot in your life, broken relations, deceit, dishonesty, floundering of care, hatred, and unconditional love to be met with spite...<span style="font-style: italic;"> we'll leave that... but lets see your relatives attitude towards you...what they think about you.. </span></span><span><span>Eeks I knew, I knew, you'd come to that... I won't see it, you do if you want to... " Diksha well hello, I think that female is just a farce...I mean she is too sweet to be true yaar, come on how can anyone be so nice and goody-goody types...to top it an amazing student, creative, friendly...etc etc is not she cliche'd..." " she is as true as a fools gold" " Come on yaar lets not go and talk to her...let her be alone miss-goody-two-shoes.. she deserves it..always excelling in whatever I do...my parents keep comparing me to her"<br /><br />Yikes, why did u take me there</span></span>? they are so acidic...It hurts my ears...<span style="font-style: italic;"> yet u still ignore it, and pretend not to have heard it and don't do anything about it...</span> well if they are convinced am bad, so let them be, why shall i try and change myself...??<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ok college or workplace? </span>Workplace...definitely not college...those were not the best days of my life...by the way...why is it getting hotter by the minute? Am feeling hot not only under my collars, but also I feel we are approaching something hotter...Its like a swift change in the weather is taking place...Its stiffling me... Hello! where did you go now? Hello!!! you there?? where are you??<br />WOW!!! again someone left me midway!!! Amazingly I didn't even know who it was!!! but its getting remarkably hotter... OH! there's my office letsee... but ....<br /><br />"Dia, any idea where Diksha has been to? she left two hours back..she seemed upset no news yet?? "<br />"Well Andy when she was running down I asked her where she was going, she asked me not to worry...so, why shall I? Don't you either, she'd be back soon.."<br />"You know I think I was a little rude to her...I hurt her emotions, I was ruthless"<br />"Why are you so concerned she knows how to take care of herself...she is ready to help others... others are not ready to help her...so, what's your problem? Can't we just complete the project...??"<br />"No, cause your wok she was finishing...."<br /><br />God! its getting hotter by the minute... Why I have realised one thing, my niceness is to be blamed! I am genuinely concerned for others, make it my con... No body cares for me is again my fault...It means that I haven't been able to maintain relations..That somehow, somewhere something is wrong with me...My insecurity with myself, or my trust in others...My compassion in others, or my critique of my ownself have all been turned on their heads, and are now punishing me.. Now I know why is it getting hot.Its the fire of trial...Fire of self justice, self questioning.. I have to cross this fire...Unscathed, unburnt...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You are not guilty...people don't realise the worth of true gems..no body caring for you, has been dismissed as your con of expecting bigger things, not settling for small..it makes you individualistic, immature and greedy..Makes you seem irrational and flawed..But that is the world's way of defending themselves...Of protecting their name and fame...You are plain unlucky to not have warm moments filled with love, care and tenderness... Sorry<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span>Don't be I am not...his fire burnt all my misgiving, my self questioning, my self denials, In place is hope for someone who values me, a happy attitude, and benevolence...Let people question why I can't find a single Happy and tender moment..or an embarrassing and horrible moment..I am the way I am and the light would shine on me..Everyone have their time in on the center stage under spotlight... I'll have mine...People don't believe in me, because they are not nice and can't believe in goodness of others<br /><br />From this Trial of Fire I rise as the Phoenix, from my very own ashes... Oh and wind I know You didn't go anywhere or leave me, you came inside me as my alter ego! <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3772711752139995924?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-12930574923175001442007-07-12T15:53:00.000+05:302007-07-27T16:00:49.485+05:30Well to mention my addictions is like trying to write a the worlds longest book :D.... but I'll write about my favorite ones:<br /><br />Naughty me, lives for:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Chocolates.</span>.. its my pet passion...am addicted to it...its the meal which u can give me at 7 o'clock in the morning... but this too am very picky about... No wafers or nuts... just plain chocolate, or caramel...I<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>also love Dark chocolate...according to my friends am the only mad person who can have a 90% dark chocolate :)... 5Star, Dairy Milk, Lindt-swiss thins, loads and loads make the list...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Books.</span>.. Give me a book in a language I can read and leave me alone with it... cause till I complete a book I start I can't rest in peace... I get lost in the world of books, its like I pick one character and then that person is me... I love Sons of fortune, Shall we tell the president, My life by Bill clinton...so many<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gmail:</span> I mine this is so addictive...archive, no delete, simple star important mails... If u have to find an year old mail just search... Don't know what exactly is in the mail search u'll find... Chatting with friends has never been easier...It saves chat history so u can go through them over and over... So so user friendly yaar come on... It also gives u mails as conversations...I have been using it for nearly 2 years now...ever since it was launched<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My contact Lenses.</span>: am addicted to my fresh vision... I need to wear them as soon as I take a bath and I don't open them till before I go to sleep...I wear them for nearly 18 hours!!! I need to change or dispose them every 15 days... its necessary for my fresh vision... I took my contacts before my glasses...and its been 10 years now!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Google </span>ask me to find anything, even a telephone number written in my telephone diary, and chances are I'd search google for it...A movie review, hotel bookings, Research for seminars, time pass/waste just about anything... Oh! I once searched myself also :-) didn't find myself though, so since then my ambition has become to appear on google search :-)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yapping:</span> ok so someone told me that all girls yap, so am not special...but that lucky guy hasn't spoken to me yet to realise when I talk, its time to run for covers... cause I don't know the meaning of shut up!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drives:</span> I need to go out on a drive just about anywhere, but can't stay at home for too long..:-)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cooking</span>: how could this not be there on the list? I am a doctors delight (ufff cause I send so many patients to them baba...) If I had it my way, I'd cook all three meals a day... I have been cooking since I was 5...and seriously speaking, only criticism I can't stand about , is any which comes for my cooking...<br /><br />Last but not the least <span style="font-weight: bold;">Music:</span> John Denver in Leaving on a Jet plane, or George Micheal in Careless Whisper, Roan Keating in When u say nothing at all,or any english blues or Mohammad Rafi or Mukesh or Kishore Kumar or Atif or any slow songsinger am down... I dont need anything more in the day... no wonder people are complaining that am going deaf !!!<br /><br />So next time when I say I was busy with any of the above mentioned things, don't say I was whiling my time Please...baby am addicted ;-) (its a song )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-1293057492317500144?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-62638952816734621792007-06-15T15:25:00.000+05:302007-06-25T21:19:15.652+05:30Noooo I hadn't wanted to write this ever but am being emotionally blackmailed and coerced into writing this...<br /><br />A friend of mine told me something yesterday which aptly sums up my views on friendship<blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> "A true friend is someone who can make me feel secure, happy about my incompleteness and when am walking in the rain can differentiate my tears from rain..."</span><br />I love walking in the rain...so I have had numerous occasions where my tears go unnoticed, and I like it that way, but the dreary of life is that even though I like it that way, my hope still desires that special someone who can distinguish that tear...who could read my eyes and say you are crying..Cause if you ever notice the eyes always change colour when you cry...they are red:)<br /><br />What wouldn't make me a good friend would be my listening or understanding skills...whether or not I am a nice person or not...whether I am impatient or not...what would matter would be how well we understand each other...Its like knowing the mood swings without saying...Its about not having to constantly explain yourself... its about making each other secure as a person by sharing your incompleteness... Its not about being there in the happier times, when everyone else is available... Its about being taken for granted, that when it rains and pours, you'd be the umbrella...the rest months you are forgotten....<br /><br />The one with whom your worst pj's come out, the one with whom you embarrass yourself the most, the one whose daily routine you know like yours....you could constantly bug about doing something, you could call yell and hangup without reason :)<br /><br />I know it's like asking for perfection but what I mean is ADORATION :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-6263895281673462179?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-18666708675054418332007-06-13T21:17:00.000+05:302007-06-14T15:30:48.529+05:30My love story with the rain began when I was very young...I discovered it as a part of my genes... Around my birthday time when I was five it had rained very hard that day...There was a hailstorm... I remember my mom asking me whether I'd like to get wet with her... I don't remember much, but am sure I fell in love with it that very day...<br /><br />The dripping of water from the higher leaves to the lower, as if tradition, heritage being passed from an older generation to a younger...<br />The fragrance of wet soil turned into mud, acts like an analgesic to the hound like nose in search of purity of real aromatic goodness...in short to soothe your soul...<br />Pitter-patter Pitter-patter the sound....its lyrical..it enchants u, mesmerizes u...It brings to u a music, a tune which is not a melody, is not a jingle nor can u hum it, but u get lost in it...<br />The flowers....they drink in every drop of water as if quenching their thirst of eternity...<br /><br />The tranquil mood, the dark sky, the cool wind blowing its like a high...without the addictives, a natural high which spell bounds u forever...<br /><br />I love the rains , and my favorite quote is undoubtedly<br /><blockquote>"I love walking in the Rain...NO one can see me cry" </blockquote>For me rain is my best friend, my philosopher, my guide... I am never alone with it...<br /><br />Try something when u are alone and its raining try getting wet...U will never feel alone again :)<br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-1866670867505441833?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-71116988709256316712007-06-05T21:06:00.000+05:302007-06-07T15:07:00.666+05:30Well I wanted to write a post, but am suffering from a block...Unfinished drafts, stories and words... But still wanted to write something...so let me complete post a 'complete-it-forward' as a tag...:)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One thing about the person who sent u this</span>: Well she knows am useless so she tries to get even, but Babes remember 'It isn't your fault, I just said I am going to blame you ;).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One thing U hate in urself: </span>Am perfect , and perfection cannot be improved :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two things u'd do by ur next birthday:</span> NOoooo my birthday is coming, so it'd be complete a book, and spend one day without yapping.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two things u want to have been changed by ur birthday: </span> can i push my birthday a little away?!? my block and my talkathon habit..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Three things u could say to the kid who worships u: </span><br />1) Be ur own self, everyone else is taken<br />2) Always listen to other people first<br />3) I am a friend, not a God don't worship me, walk with me am not leading u<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Three things for your soul:</span><br />1) am not as bad as I think I am.<br />2) come on learn not to get depressed so easily<br />3) SHUT UP!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Four things for an Ideal lover/husband/boy friend:<br />1) </span><span>Intelligent - most primary<br />2) Caring- a rare specie<br />3) Understanding- am blessed with friends of this kind, but ur partner also has to be so<br />4) Attitude- can't tolerate someone without loads of attitude<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Four things that u have and will give me: </span>Babes u r far more gifted than me!!! anyhows<br />1) My watch collection- admit it, mine is rocking!!<br />2) My brains- u have a dearth of that ;)<br />3) My Ability to talk a mile a minute<br />4) My book addiction<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Five things u hate in others:<br /></span>1) Arrogance<br />2) Superiority complex<br />3) Insecurity<br />4) Bad memory about people/relations<br />5) Misunderstanding people<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Five things u r scared of :</span><br />1) Insects eeks<br />2) loosing my loved ones<br />3) Being misinterpreted<br />4) being angry<br />5) MYSELF;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Six under known facts about u:</span><br />1) am a truly perfect bluffer... I can lie straight faced<br />2) am a great cook, even though i say it<br />3) I can spend hours without yapping<br />4) I am a die hard traditionalist<br />5) I am a arrogant head strong and short tempered person<br />6) I am the laziest person on planet earth<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Six things u want the world to say about u:<br /></span>1) she can talk, but not nonsense<br />2) she's really caring<br />3) awesome taste !!!<br />4) she has class friends (people do say it ;) )<br />5) ok so she's not a flirt<br />6) I Like Her (lol)<br /><br />People I forward this too (ok tag here)<br />Abi (rolu polu)<br />Voice (Bhav)<br />Rohit<br />Ateet<br />Sia<br /><br />am sure no one would write it :)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-7111698870925631671?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-32458226867393197012007-06-01T14:32:00.000+05:302007-06-12T15:43:04.430+05:30<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">OK this is long long overdue.... My tributes to my close friends, I dont name them, but am sure they can figure themselves out... lol am not gonna just praise them, I promise :D<br /><br />The Chocolate: This person is a true chocolate, smooth, addictive, sweet, velvety... is a superb listener but a very bad adviser....u share ur problems and this person after ur finishing will try to change the topic to such silly things in attempt to make u smile :)...but if this person thinks its worth its salt then, this person would give u advice...but never discuss it... Well a real real mature person whose too scared of getting too old... Is a delight to be with...so caring so patient that u'll end up thinking whether its real or u are dreaming...knows a real great deal about me...<br /><br />The Fragrance: it stays, it fills u with a sweet smell and keeps u fresh...its classy stylish... once U have this person it'll stick no going anywhere... but like all things this person is not expressive...u won't know where u stand with it...or where this person stand with u... But one day without talking to this person is impossible....inevitable... A supremely<br />great adviser with great discussion skills, but weaker listening skills...the reason I guess is because it won't stand u being upset ... If it could, it'd move hell and heaven to make u happy... The only person who can argue with me and make me say i give up... Very honest....it's voice is a mirror of its feelings...probably knows the most about me<br /><br />The Book: u have to read between lines to understand this person...an introvert to the core, its suave and cool, but once u start talking unbends towards the end.... Again an awesome listener and by far the bestest adviser i have known...God so patient so calm that it makes my tantrums seem like none at all!!!!! but very very under-confident of itself...never would share himself till u use emotional blackmailing...Again not expressive at all, but there 24/7...but its priorities are set...very impulsive...knows me a lot but understands me more....really sweet and always tries to change my stubborn view about something<br /><br />The Toy: Is adorable, a real baby, immature, sensitive handle with care....demands ur attention patience and time...but is damn sweet....understanding on a different level...a restricted thought process...u can't change her rigid beliefs...but caring, compassionate, honest critic...we've been childhood buddies so know what to expect when...so no ego hassles nothing... a little competitive she is, but now its acceptable<br /><br />The wonder: Am amazed we gossip about everything, talk about everything, shares its problems and everything but i had never even thought about sharing...Recently I got myself in a stupid muddle...and to my amazement this person was there to solve it in a jiffy with ease no questions asked, no issues just support!!!! am so surprised till now that i cant even some the thing...but one thing for sure a die-hard flirt and one of the best cupids and dil-ka-docs available!!!!<br /><br />So my closest friends who happen to make me feel luckiest of all Thanks for being there<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3245822686739319701?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-34664478773380713402007-05-26T16:31:00.000+05:302007-05-26T16:46:40.986+05:30<p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="webdings" class="MsoNormal">btw voice am really sorry but when i asked u wat a tag is I hadnt meant u to tag me, it wasnt for an invitation to be tagged, so please don't get me wrong...<br /></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="webdings" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="webdings" class="MsoNormal">Tagged by Voice<br /><br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.</p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">- Well I have fictions all around me... The line is " Oh that I was just warming up, Dad"<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What is the last thing you watched on TV?<br /><st1:country-region st="on">- Simpsons</st1:country-region></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Without looking, guess what time it is?<br />-4.05 p.m<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?<br />- 4.35 pm</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?<br />- my cell ringing, and atif aslams 'kuch is tarah'<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*When did you last step outside? What were you doing?<br />- an hour back to get a dvd for 'hustles' the bbc t.v. series<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Before you started this survey, what did you look at?<br />-My blog<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What are you wearing?<br />- Jeans and a 't'</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Did you dream last night?<br />-Yes. Don't talk about it though.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*When did you last laugh?<br />-??<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What is on the walls of the room you are in?<br />-Strawberry pink and my collaged snaps<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Seen anything weird lately?<br />-Yeah. mirror<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What do you think of this quiz?<br />- weird<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What is the last film you saw?<br />- Shootout at Lokhandwala (why?)<br /><br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?<br />-Nothing I have every single thing money can buy<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">* Tell me something about you[me] that I[who tagged me] dunno.<br />*You know almost nothing about me. First thing first. I am not a very creative person.( lol i copied his line coz' it was the most apt one)<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?<br />- Insecurity the root of all troubles.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Do you like to dance?<br />-Never even think about it!!!!<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*George Bush<br />- bushism</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?<br />- well at 19 i think i have a long way to think<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?<br />- Would it matter to his name him being first or second?<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Would you ever consider living abroad?<br />-Not really.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?<br />- Hey you havent come to the wrong place yet :D.</p><br /><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">I tag nobody, cause no one would write it:D<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3466447877338071340?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-57994471852958941192007-05-26T16:01:00.000+05:302007-05-28T07:26:18.573+05:30<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> <br />Born under the sun sign of Gemini,<br />Little did this naughty girl ever cry.<br />Deepshikha was the name she got,<br />Who bought the wrath upon those who forgot.<br />The younger of the two siblings,<br />Pampered and spoilt was she but still smiling.<br />Adorable and shy was she,<br />but if she warmed up to u<br />A mile a minute would blabber thee<br />Pink and strawberry were her pet passion<br />Her twinkling grin was her prime attraction.<br />The perfect toy for elder brother<br />Who danced on her tunes without a bother.<br />Always caring and worrying<br />Her intelligence always went hunting<br />Very angry and a with short fuse<br />She had all the things to make her use<br />Ok meet the chatterbox who did 10 things a time<br />Who liked smells but disliked lime.<br />Ok have a good day<br />because she wrote you a poem for which you wouldnot pay<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Well this poem is what I wrote in school when I was in the 6th standard for an 'english literary club' meeting, cause then I followed rules (yes i did follow them at times :D) ... I had lost it... Its an advance birthday gift for me from a friend who had it... Thanks sweets... Luv ya for this...<br /><br />God! I was so arrogant of myself then :)<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-5799447185295894119?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-66990750835924857932007-05-24T18:57:00.000+05:302007-05-26T16:01:20.599+05:30Can anyone tell me, why for all my closest friends I come the second? I mean for Achal, Rehana is more important even though they broke up 6 months back due to family pressure, for Adil, Rachiyta is more important even though she doesnt care about him... I agree Rajat and Siya love each other or even Barkha and Karan, but I wonder if I ever have a problem, why am I no ones priority? why exactly is it that all of them can leave me mid- conversation and say of he/she's there and look I am sorry to leave you mid way but I have to talk to her... Or for why does one claim to be in love? does love mean avoid your friends when they need you, even though they miss an exam just to hear you cry??<br /><br />Ok my next question is why do people, leave a fast live? I mean all the sportspersons, the jocks, the racers, the actors, they all live for today no worry about future no tension...they earn today spend today... they don't have roots no value for other peoples emotion anything... I mean is that a way to live?<br /><br />My Final question oh forget it first answer these...<br /><br />Well hang on hang on, I forgot to introduce you to myself... Am Tarini, Tarini well why do u need my full name...?? Have seen a lot in life, family problems, financial problems, marriages divorces, deaths, lottery's everything and am just 23...<br /><br />Well I thought these were the most important questions of my life, till before I met Adivesh... Adi a racer who drove the formula 3 car, and lived in Germany, an Indian by birth but settled there... He answered my first question- his answer was " friends are always the dispensible part of our lives... they are like our pillows we cry on them but never air them out... we have learnt to neglect them and they are nice enough they dont complain, infact they are so sweet they take away our guilt of being bad... And the most important people in our lives is the one we love, because we know we can never take them for granted, they make their presence felt..."<br />I believed him<br /><br />I thought maybe if I marry him I get my answer to my second question, and resolve my problem of first... So i marry Adivesh to become the priority of his life, and to prove my worth to myself... Life was like a Mills-and-Boons tale, whirl whind romance, fairy tale problems, and happily ever after... but well then that wouldn't be life... cause life has an uncanny nack of trying to prove you wrong when you just thought you understood it...<br /><br />Now started the problems for me and Adi...he was a carefree happy-go-lucky<br /> guy who lived life on the fast lane, parties, life for today...he believed in living and making people live along with him...The life of peoples live's...He was an open book...anyone can read it... And i was a very conservative person i believed in living for tomorrow, savings, being vary, thinking before acting... living life according to your terms, not let anyone dictate terms...but still we learnt to live with each other... but i was very afraid of death, of loosing Adi, going back to my life without him, i don't know what it was, my love for him, or my need for him to make me feel treasured...I was emotionally weak and he supported me... whereas I for him was his life... Our relations had a lot of ups- and - downs and i always felt that i was sacrificing myself, to make our relation last I did everything...<br /><br />Then one day life mocked at me... It was only that in the morning that we had celebrated the news that our family was now going to enlarge, I was expecting our child which would give our relation a new direction, a new reason... I allowed Adi to convince me to go to the races along with him... I was in the pits, the race began, everything was going smooth, Adi was second he was fighting for the first position a tough battle which he was about to win, when suddenly after exiting the pits Adi's car crashed into the first turn, the rear wheel came off... it skidded, and hit the stand when the other driver to avoid being hit turned his car, it went turtle... God!<br /> O God! Adi... Adi...you ok...God! someone stop that godamn race and then blank... I passed out...<br /><br />Whew.... all this remembering the past still takes a toll on me, I still miss Adi after 5 years... I have Vinivesh- reinvestment of my dreams to keep me company... I was hounded after that, by photographers, journalist, media, human rights commission, people's welfare homes... I still remember the fear which gripped me while I was at home alone.. NO whose at the door? go away...those days were pure hell... so to avoid that i ran away, I ran away from Germany and came back home, home to India, home to New Delhi... I had enough bonds and investments and thanks to the exchange rate I led a very comfortable life...<br /><br />All this while I broke loose from people, my insecurity from before marriage, being the second best, scare that people would recognise me as Adi's wife... I wanted to keep things simple for Vinivesh...I didnt want my ast, and my mistake of marrying Adi haunt him... Yes marrying Adi was my mistake.because we weren't meant to be...<br />The only person I trusted more than me was my best friend Rahul, who stood by me before and after everything... He was for Adi an uncle, a friend philosopher and guide... Rahul encouraged me to write... I started writing a book on my life..<br /><br />My book...it took me two years too write it.. and in that while vini became every attached to me... I didnt go out have a lot of social life, so my family was restricted to me, vini and out cat sia... with the visits of rahul who pampered the hell of vini...<br /><br />Suddenly my book interested Rahul... he got an editor- publisher friend to read my book, and don't know how my book went on to be printed and become a best-seller...Now I had to arrange publicity tours, promotion, talk-shows around the globe to promote my book... Vini hated it...he couldn't understand why his mom used to leave him and go... He started demanding more and more of time, and patience from me...and I wasnt ready to give it to him... I slaved my life for him and his father... I ruined my life for them, because of them...and now what I wanted was a few measely hours and life for myself... Why didn't I deserve it? I did and no one could steal that from me... I went to LA to promote my book, and Rahul calls to say Vini ran away to me... He says he is going in search of his father because his momma thinks only of herself, she doesnt care for me... she thinks she ruined her life for me and pap... I hate her... I don't wanna be with her, and no amount of coaxing bought him back to me...<br /><br />Rahul suggested him adopting Vini... And I powerless granted the request to him...<br /><br />Now with my second bestseller am ashen... with no sort to rise from my ashes to become a Phoenix... My self worth and hangover that no one valued me ruined me...made my downfall now I want you and Vini and Rahul to forgive me...but don't forget me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-6699075083592485793?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-55410575514307410572007-04-22T15:45:00.001+05:302007-08-02T11:51:41.888+05:30My bestest story!!! it is a story no real life incidents...<br /><br />A new story... was planning to write one long back, but pressing requirements to prove myself saner stalled it ... now am back as me again ( in short serious, psycho and multi-faceted)...<br /><br /><br />Nicholas aka Nick the epitome of understanding... He was probably a very understanding person, because he thought before he did, he imagined himself in others place and then acted. He was caring, full of life, vibrant, exuberant, innocent, an amazing listener, who could also read minds. But as a normal human he was fallible as the next man. He was mistrusting, impatient, short tempered, a little insecure. He wasn't confident about himself, and thought he had no importance in anyone's lives. The kind of person whom you would not like to anger. Coz' he had a bad bad temper. He did not forgive or forget easily. Which I think was his strength. He had a razor sharp memory edged to perfection. He was a person who exuded confidence, the very presence of this person made things easier. A person always on his toes to find a solution. He was a best friend, and the worst foe you could find. Best friend we already understand why, Foe well we guessed it probably, cause when a person never forgives or forgets and has a temper and an ego things are better left unsaid...<br />So the character sketch has been drawn and you could now dig deeper into his life...<br /><br />Once upon a time ( nah this not a fairy tale, it never is with nick around ) there were two close friends Nick and Adonis. Nick we have already met, and Adonis well he was Nicks close friend. A very decent guy, charming personality, right contacts right grooming...ah! the gentleman.... But hold your horses he wasnt that perfect.... When you'd get to know Adonis you'd realize how lonely he was, and he was easily crushable...the person was like a fresh flower fragile, very trusting, easily worried but with the strength of a mountain, he was rock solid but he needed support and encouragement from time to time. When hurt or upset the first thing he does is turn his back on people close to him, coz' then he looses confidence or trust in that relationship, or maybe he doesn't want to sound 'weak'. He hasnt had easy relationships agreed, also the fact that relations which build confidence deserted him, but he was lucky enough to have pillars of supports as friends like Nick behind him, but Adonis lost his trust he spurned all the comfort of them. Maybe this happened because of the fact that Nick preached a lot to Adonis sometime's repeating himself even though he knew Adonis wanted to avoid it, but things in life couldnot be avoided... There are things which need to be faced. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Not everything which is faced could be solved, but nothing could be solved till it is faced.</span> So Adonis started shying away from Nick.<br />He knew that yet again if he needed Nick would be there.<br /><br />But Nick who had never showed his shortcomings to Adonis and had bared all this always, this time was enraged. He thought that Adonis was being childish and even though he could not completely blame him, Nick was hurt. He went to meet Adonis called him, but nothing worked. So Nick got really angry, and with his dented ego he decided to break free... No more worrying no more tensing up... He'd be there when Adonis called and would listen but no advice or anything... Nick wouldnot go and meet him or call. And Nick truly implemented that...<br /><br />Whereas Nick cooled down easily, once Adonis called Nick returned to normal forgetting any thing that happened as a distant memory, what was it about Adonis that made Nick forget his ownself and beliefs he didn't know, but he felt thoroughly protective of Adonis. Nick was the first person Adonis would call in a problem, get angry upon hang up, and call again to discuss the solution received or done. But there was a twist in the tale like all fairy tales...<br /><br />Whereas Nick supported Adonis throughout Adonis though had tall claims of understanding Nick he never did. He never realised Nick was insecure, didn''t think himself capable of friends, had no close friends, was over sensitive. Was very vulnerable and now very pricky to criticism which adversely affected Nick now, which he didnt bother earlier. From being a supremely confident male to a vulnerable man who started living a dual life. One in front of the people, and one the real him. It started killing Nick's spirits, it made him a recluse, a person who didnt even trust his own decisions now. He stopped giving his opinions, stopped discussing things. Because whenever he wanted or needed to talk he had himself for company.<br />Adonis used to say when you want to check how rich you are drop a tear and see how many hands reach to wipe it, you would have got your wealth. Nick had none. So Nick moved on in life with a fierce determination not to give up, not to loose, cause life doesnot stop at one hurdle, it slows u down to give you the momentum.<br /><br />But all said and done<br /><br />Adonis never felt the difference......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-5541057551430741057?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-68739935971050930432007-04-13T17:08:00.000+05:302007-04-22T15:43:16.709+05:30it was the summer of 2006...<br />Well ok, I nearly ruined the Bryan Adams' song with the lack of rhyme, but thats how I'd sum up my one (ok nearly one year ) at this place i'll not name...<br /><br />I am not a person of first impressions, of impulsive behavior. but somehow for God knows what reason that place appalled me. It wasnt the structure (or the lack of it) nor wasit my first impression, it was just my gut.<br /><br />But the ignorant person I am to my gut, i still enrolled in that place. Little did I know that this place would be the most amusing, the most irritating and agonising place I'd spend my time....<br /><br />This place was an oxymoron. The people here i mean. They can be sweet and good but are also downright shallow, irritating and nerve wracking.<br /><br />The first thing about them that ticked me off was their mental level ( or should i say the lack of it). They were too immature or shallow for their age. Fine I'd agree that I was too serious and have a bad sense of humor but come on yaar, I mean they were too much...<br />They had an opinion about everything. They would comment on people's clothes, their dressing style, their attitude, their love life (or lack of it), their educational background etc etc... For them they are superior and the rest were , well not worth mentioning. I mean I definitely agree this the standard people you would encounter every day in your walk of life. This person is your neighbor, your friend, your relative anyone, but these people were to the extremes.<br /><br />The next thing was gossip and creating rumors. It was so easy for them to create gossip, malign someones name, without realizing that gossip was like butter once spread cannot be unspread. When it falls it falls on the buttered side only. To those who do it , it is a momentary time pass, for those at the receiving end it may cause sleepless nights ahead, so why indulge in it?<br /><br />the next was their policy of ruining someones career, how ? simple by copying their work passing it as theirs and the rest is what all of us already know...<br /><br />But you know what the final straw is? How they broke peoples confidence in themselves and trust in other people, by using them when required and then acting as a stranger when done..<br /><br />Its nothing extra ordinary, what you find in the daily walk of your life. You could say 'hey I go through the same, but do I hate it, No, so why do you.? ' but then thats not me, I cannot function in such an enviornment where all these catalysts act together.<br /><br />Hence I hate it! :D<br /><br />ok another serious blog... sorry I cant change :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-6873993597105093043?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-39434056455717536412007-03-31T22:37:00.000+05:302007-04-09T17:46:47.086+05:30<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Well i am not confused about what i want to write or about the meaning of this term... So I will solve this confusion by writing about the ambiguous nature of mine :D</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">I am not that serious, dull or boring or even psychotic u would have presumed me to be after reading my blogs...Well I am a little but not that much :D</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">To solve this ambiguity (which by the dictionary means a state of confusion, but i say means confusion caused by one side...) I will narrate some of my sweet and some of my not so sweet pranks I pulled...though they are not very naughty but they are kinda cute... ok to break my serious stereotype i think ....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">#1 my sweetest prank - undoubtedly Pulak was at the receiving end of this... It was a very rare cold morning in calcutta (and i feel cold is the rarest of rare occasions). And as usual me n bro were bickering who'd go and have a bath first (well its like we both fight to take a bath in moms room which had the works a tub, rain shower etc)... I got ready with my clothes and shower kit when very smartly bro sneaked in... unluckily for him he just took his towel and his kit... This obviously falred my temper and hurt my little fragile ego... so to get back on him i went clothes hunting...i hid all his clothes the ones in the laundry, the washed and dried ones, the fresh ones everything, took his closet keys with me... when he came out i sweetly went inside without a word... Poor baby was knocking at the door for an hour for me to come out ...which i obviously didnt and the poor guy was freezing for an hr... ( co' dads clothes wdnt even fit him any hows...) Lol...was he furiously cold ;) I remember he would take his keys with him after that for a long long while</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">2# my baby'ish prank- my close friends 16th birthday... am at wits end at what to do for her... cause her birthday came very late and i was out of ideas, or whatever i had she knew me well enough to guess my next move... any hows i went shopping, got her a gift... Then what? thinking thinking, then it strikes me... I go to a florist shop, order a bouquet of dazzling red roses, arranged with an array of shrubs, in a very romantic way (well thats till date my best arrangement ). and i sent them along with a card which said " To my cutest" " with loads of love and roses forever " "guess"... I got them delivered at her birth time which was 8.30 am, along with a small cake.. Then called her normally did tp everything ( i just wish ppl at their birth times) so she was yapping to me while taking a bath when her family comes upto her and is like roses for u... She shrieks, then says it must be u, i somehow pretend ignorance and feign shock... And when she reads the card its a comp different writing (</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">I had made the card shop person write it).. So she spent her entire time in school and after it wondering who that guy it would be... I only broke the news to her when she was standing at the florist the next day arguing with him :D... God! was she livid.!!! but i being me managed to cool her down</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-3943405645571753641?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-7613305609324048062007-03-29T13:20:00.000+05:302007-03-30T12:35:21.038+05:30Hai dis is not mine... but i fell in love with this poem on sight...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Some people that we meet,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> As we live each day,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Change us by their lives, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> And the things they say. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> So, with much caution,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Our friends we should choose,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Lest by their influence,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Our own soul we should lose. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Oft times, I have considered,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> The choices I have make.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> At times, I honestly admit,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> My choices made me afraid. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Good friends are a treasure,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> More precious than can be told.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Their worth cannot be measured,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> In silver or in gold. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> I have the richest blessing,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Of friends and loved ones, dear,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Who have been good examples,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> And made the way so clear. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> You have been my anchor.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> You have been my friend.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> The way your life has touched me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Has given me hope again.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-761330560932404806?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-55360602273090226762007-03-21T18:21:00.000+05:302007-03-27T18:05:46.834+05:30Five Philosophies of my life...<br />Don't mind the caps its just my beliefs<br /><br /><br />1."DON'T LET SOMEONE BECOME A PRIORITY IN YOUR LIFE...<br />WHEN YOU ARE JUST AN OPTION FOR THEM....."<br /><br /><br /><br />2."NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE<br />BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY<br />DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS<br />AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES<br />WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY......... ........ "<br /><br /><br /><br />3.TREAT EVERYONE WITH POLITENESS<br />EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RUDE TO YOU,<br />NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NICE<br />BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE NICE........ ......... ......<br /><br /><br /><br />4.NEVER SEARCH YOUR HAPPINESS<br />IN OTHERS<br />WHICH WILL MAKE YOU<br />FEEL ALONE,<br />RATHER SEARCH IT IN YOURSELF<br />YOU WILL FEEL HAPPY<br />EVEN IF YOU ARE LEFT ALONE....... ......... ......<br /><br /><br /><br />5.HAPPINESS ALWAYS LOOKS SMALL<br />WHEN WE HOLD IT IN OUR HANDS.<br />BUT WHEN WE LEARN TO<br />SHARE IT,<br />WE REALIZE HOW BIG AND PRECIOUS IT IS! ............ ....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-5536060227309022676?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-40075044041281688882007-02-24T22:12:00.000+05:302007-02-28T22:09:10.469+05:30Have you ever thought why simply why there are so many cars in the city?? Oh no its not because there are so many rich people, or high disposable income... nah none of the economic causal relationships... Nope its neither the social causes like status symbol or show... Its not even exactly convenience of movement... It is convenience definitely I agree, but convenience of your health wealth and savior from harassment and embarrassment not to forget also psychological torture... You think am getting off track? What is the connection between cars and all that I said? Then my friend you haven't used the Calcutta's (oops now Kolkata) public transport yet...<br /><br />Look before I start I know most of my friends and people use the public transport... I am also well versed with the fat that when need arises I also use it... I am not cribbing on the use of public transport...Just the people behind it...<br /><br />I generally have my car wherever I go or whenever I want, only on very rare occasions and in the past month when my driver wasn't there (and no I can't drive) I depended a lot on the public transport... Cause I had my semester exams and I couldn't afford to miss them...<br /><br />So in the morning on my way to college I would take a cab ( okay okay fine taxi...) to college... I would leave around 10.30 a.m. Believe me I had always heard about cab drivers, never had any first hand experiences... Mine are not melodramatic or things stories are made of...they are plain irritating and uncomfortable<br />Some of my cab experiences are:<br /><br />1# One fine morning I take this cab from home to my college... I explain the driver minto park and sit down... This cabbie has louder than loud music blaring on his radio. My request to him to turn down the music led to the volume being lowered by a notch... This driver was singing on the top of his lungs...Then all of a sudden he gets down at a crossing and starts talking to another cab driver and I am calling him to start driving as the lights changed and I had to reach college... Finally when I threatened to change cabs did he turn up...<br /><br />2# This has to be by far the most common experience for everyone... I was told the cab fares are like triple the new meter and nearly four times the old meter... So I like a good gal on reaching the place asked the cabbie my fare... he very well told me an astronomical amount... and on telling him the correct amount he tells me that He misread the chart/ guise or whatever that thing is which they refer to...<br /><br />3# This is my most gruesome experience after which i swore of cabs... This morning when I have my final paper due, I take this cab from home to my college... This cab driver takes this god knows what route driving me half the way out of the way... My constant mentions about the wrong route and for him to change routes fall to nearly deaf ears... Then once back on track this cabbie bangs the cab once, then after a shortwhile again... and all this time he was driving god so rashly... I cant even explain... Things seem so rational now that its a while since then...but was things bad that day :)... so i get down two and a half kilometers ( or maybe even more) distance away from college and walk down till that place... and the journey back home was even more funny cause i walked a little and then took a metro!!! (ok ok enough for this post...that experience next time)... well my close friend and my family members were wanting to kill me that day when I told them after everything was over!!!<br /><br />Believe me after that day I havent sat down in a cab even with friends... I know the day may not be far when I may need it again and I'd manage but the point is this is exactly why there are so many cars in the city....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4007504404128168888?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-44268631406224568892007-02-21T13:59:00.000+05:302007-02-21T15:20:55.262+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:purple;">Hai…this may seem as sequel to my silent spectator… It actually is … <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:purple;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:purple;">So there was San trying to come to terms with it…He was sure of his role in life now… Though he was certain people wouldn’t miss his presence, he consoled himself thinking at least he was their friend, philosopher, guide… He could solve their problems when they arrived; he could listen to them, guide them. But slowly and one day very shockingly for him, San realized he was dispensable in everyone’s life… They all called and spoke about their problems, listened to what he wanted to say, but eventually did what they want… Most of the times they did what he said, but put that advice on some one else’s name. No one ever referred to San as his friend. Friends from long on, felt hesitant to talk about San to other new friends, new friends didn’t bother remembering San in other people’s company… When San would talk to people, people would go on talking and then leave. Sans contribution to the so-called ‘dialogue’ would be “Hi, how are you”…or “what’s wrong?”… “Ok”…and then the advice. But very strangely everyone never bothered to find out what was up with San. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:purple;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:purple;">San took to this bad. He blamed himself and his being a person to the fault… And he was then abused of trying to act like God!! He was accused of acting as if he was the knight in shining Armour, he was the good man and the rest evil, he was hurt badly. Insulted big time. Even when he hurt people on purpose to make them come to terms with reality, or to make them see the other side of the coin, people remembered that hurt, not the good that it did to them. People remembered if San called them a weak person, or told them to something rudely. If ever San would tell them something bad or hurt them it was not acceptable… Every time they spoke next, people would remind him that, taunt him, hurt him… But the hurt given to San was all forgotten… it was a classic case of like “ when did I hurt you? I don’t remember.. If I did it would not be on purpose…what did I tell you? Tell me…nothing to say… stop putting your faults as mine…” It hurt him big time… He was crestfallen…he felt cheated with life with his niceness… he felt what is the use of trying to be good or yourself when that becomes a quality against you… He flew to that human girls window… Sitting there he heard her saying to a friend… “You remember Mother Teresa? The selfless lady who gave up her life for other people, didn’t care about herself her respect for the welfare of other people… Well people now want to emulate her, be like her…they pretend to be her…” and the sparrow was even more killed… he was shocked to hear that the kind of things told to him made him sound like a Mother Teresa whom the humans respected so much… He was so insulted and hurt that he built a new nest for him and cried. He cried like he’d never stop… he wanted to change himself to the world…to wise up to the hardships of the world…to give people a dose of their medicine… to tell all those people who accused him of being good that he would change, he would now not care, not listen not hurt… <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:purple;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:purple;">He flew out on the new dawn to carry out his new mission, only to fail miserably… He could not hurt people; he could not be rude to them… He went back to the same people to be hurt again. Some people started a new beginning vowing not to remember the past, some weren’t affected, new ties were made and some old severed… But what didn’t change was the hurt…people still hurt and will hurt…but when San made relations, he made them for life… and he was quite close to a few of them…he was worried about them… So he decided never to rake up the past cause that would always hurt…to look into the future… <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-4426863140622456889?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-86900802729711130152007-02-19T13:47:00.000+05:302007-02-20T15:14:46.370+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>The Silent Spectator…<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;">This story is special to me…Its special coz' its one of my original stories now made a post.. This is a tale of a sparrow… read on and you’ll agree that this story is just so sweet about a little sparrow and his tryst with life and self-revelations…Its touching but really sweet<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;">San was a little sparrow youngest one to the rich family of four… with mamma sparrow, papa sparrow and brother sparrow…The little sparrow was the apple of everyone’s eye…It though was little but was very smart… It went to the ‘Sparrows International School’…the sparrow made loads of friends… He was very popular amongst them… Always there whenever someone called to him, willingly and happily he helped him or her out… He took blames for the other sparrows whenever they broke windows or nibbled at wires, he took their blame whenever the mother sparrows found two sparrows beaks hurt…<span style=""> </span>he was a friends friend… He would listen to all the sparrow’s squawks.. He even listened to stranger sparrows squawks… This was because he always thought that one day when he would need the other sparrows’ to hear his squawks they would be there… He was selfish. He wanted to make friends for life… Wanted to have someone whom he could fly high in the air with… Someone with whom he could chase other sparrows’, people with whom he could criticize other birds and humans…When time came for him to tap his ‘I owe you` s’ from his other friends he realized he was alone… All his friends had either thought him to be a looser or made their distance slowly and steadily without even hinting… He faced the reality and became stronger… He decided that he was to fight his stance alone. Loads of problems came into the life of that little sparrow, he bore them all with a smile. He did not once complain why me? Or say why am I alone?<span style=""> </span>He just smiled through it… <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;">The little sparrow became the strength of his family. He took care of their every little need. He even gathered sticks to save their house. He used to flap his wings and make silly noises, mock other birds and humans just to make them smile… He always made the members discuss their sorrows with him. He let them squawk out at him when they were in pain on rage… He listened and listened… And gradually people became dependent on him…so dependent that now any problem caused would be because of the sparrow. Every one would do away with their guilty conscience by putting the blame on the San. Never was San praised, he was always told of his shortcomings, always blamed for things. Only in highly emotional times did mamma sparrow say a few words of gratitude for san… <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;">Times now came that San thought whatever he did was for show; he did everything to gain attention and appreciation. Maybe or maybe not no one knows… But one thing became certain was that the sparrow stopped trusting people. He stopped trying to talk to people about himself. He just smiled and listened. Every time he wanted to cry he would cover his eyes with his wings and start flying high and higher in the sky. No one understood him and was he lonely or not… Everytime some one would call him with his problems he’d sit down and worry about the other person… Once he heard a human saying, “if others are not concerned about me, why shall I be about them? I will not care about them”. But the poor sparrow thought how wrong that human was. If others didn’t care about you it didn’t mean you stop caring about them, because the sparrow knew how horrible it was when no one was bothered about you or worried about you. So the sparrow made a resolution that whatever maybe the situation, he’d always be there for his friends. He’d never let them feel lonely.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;">Then came a nice little sparrow in his life. She made San want to trust people and San actually started loving and trusting people again. He shared his problems and worries with her. But as time progressed he realized he was adding to her worries… He felt that she was now becoming a little uncomfortable with his problems so San decided to play it safe and never share himself again… San also had another very good friend whom he trusted, he even shared himself, but with time he realized he wasn’t anyones priority. No one considered him important in their lives. They all preferred to talk about themselves. No one ever asked San whats wrong why are you upset? No one ever bugged San till he wanted to share…<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;">So an upset San went back to the human girls window… He heard her listening to the a song with lyrics which said, “ All I ever asked was a shoulder to cry, all I ever wanted was a heart to smile, all I ever wanted was to be weak, all I ever wanted was to be with someone who’d worry about me…”. The sparrow realized he was crying…how true the words of wisdom were… How much the sparrow wanted it… He sat there thinking for hours, he thought how little importance was he for others… If he subtracted himself from anyone else’s life there wouldn’t be a change… If one day he would die no one would miss him. With this realization he started flying higher in the sky and decided to live for himself. He decided to cry alone and pray for that someone who’d fly beside him while he’d cry…. Who would offer him its shoulder to cry…<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color:blue;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-8690080272971113015?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468603122621415829.post-82711803942910356042007-02-14T15:01:00.000+05:302007-08-02T11:53:55.426+05:30<span style="font-style: italic;">Find arms that will hold you at your weakest... Find eyes that will see you at your ugliest Find a heart that loves you at your worst... It is then when you find true Love Love isn't it a very subjective term? For you love is a sweet emotion, it is a driving force, it is when you meet someone and decide that yes this is the person you can spend your life with... But have you ever thought that you could spend your life with your best friend because that person understands you, cares for you, knows your want and desires... Can’t you? Won’t it be the same thing if you think love to be caring, understanding, knowing you… You can spend your entire life with anyone you are comfortable with, you accept that person as a part of your life, so what exactly is love then? Is it a mere feeling or another term for close friendship companionship? We often hear “ I love you’ ‘I can’t live without you’ but for some reason the relation with that person may not work out. The following time period skipped, one finds another person and the story repeats itself… I want to ask something, till yesterday you couldn’t live without that person, life was unthinkable, only that person completed you, then how could you fall in ‘love’ again? Does love change hands? Is the feeling reversible? You start hating or despising the person you once loved all that goes up in smoke, just like that? No what you call is not love it is companionship… You act as a companion best friends… You need each other to combat loneliness, but there is no such thing as love… Why let someone come so close to u that that person can hurt u? y get in a meaningless relation</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468603122621415829-8271180394291035604?l=devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deepshikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02307458349085577344noreply@blogger.com14