Just one of those days...

when:

-the smallest tease could evoke a fit of rage...

-the simplest work could prove to be cumbersome...

-a friendly smile is responded to with a frown...

-the happiest, saddest, or even most normal of situations could bring forth a torrent of tears...

-one could cry because one's friend got married (there are tears of joy, there are tears of sadness, but what do they call these tears?)...

-better still, one could cry looking at someone else's wedding photos...(no, this isn't an indication that one yearns to get married)

-even the clearest of skies, chirpiest of birds couldn't stir even a hint of a smile...

-gloom descends like a dark cloud and sadness like a heavy mantle stubbornly blotting out every ray of light...

-one thinks she is a budding poetess... ;)

But had this not been the case, there would be one less greatly profitable industry in this world...

Just a thought...

Listening to the Hindi FM (they've taken to playing old Hindi songs after 9pm, which I just adore)...and heard a song that reminded me of my childhood...so here's a thought...

The name "Pantaloons (the retail chain)" reminds me of this song:

मेरा जूता है जापानी, ये पतलून इंगलिश्तानी

सर पे लाल टोपी रूसी, फिर भी दिल है हिन्दुस्तानी

The start of the beginning...

It's official...the Red House Captain and the Muscat-eer have been pronounced man and wife on this day the 10th of November, 2009

Congratulations to you both and God bless!!

Old is gold...

तेरे बिना ज़िन्दगी से कोई शिकवा तो नहीं, शिकवा नहीं, शिकवा नहीं

तेरे बिना ज़िन्दगी भि लेकिन, ज़िन्दगी तो नहीं, ज़िन्दगी नहीं, ज़िन्दगी नहीं

तेरे बिना ज़िन्दगी से कोई शिकवा तो नहीं

काश ऐसा हो तेरे क़दमो से, चुन के मंजिल चले और कहीं दूर कहीं - २

तुम गर साथ हो, मंजिलों कि कमी तो नहीं

तेरे बिना ज़िन्दगी से कोई शिकवा तो नहीं

जी में आता है, तेरे दामन में, सर झुकाके हम रोते रहें, रोते रहें - २

तेरे भी आँखों में, आंसुओं कि नमी तो नहीं

तुम जो कह दो तो आज ही रात, चाँद डूबेगा नहीं, रात को रोक लो - २

रात कि बात है, और ज़िन्दगी बाकी तो नहीं

Beautiful songs n' lyrics caress the soul, such as this one. Love the lyrics. Just before the 3rd stanza here, they have a small conversation that's so pregnant with meaning that am afraid to actually watch the video for this song lest it not meet my expectations and suffers a miscarriage in my abruptly de-illusioned mind...

Have you ever felt that? Fell so much in love with a song, that you were actually scared to watch the video lest it not meet up to your imagination? There was this one song that bitterly disappointed many (or so I hear)...the song "Chinna chinna aasai" from the movie Roja (1992).

"मोहोब्बत और मौत बिन बुलाये मेहमान बन जाते हैं"

The Red House Captain and the Muscat-eer

He was the Red House Captain, tall, dark (read: fair) and handsome - admired by one and all, girls and guys alike...

She was a simple, quiet girl junior by a couple of years - a face in the crowd, a quiet mischevious twinkle in her eyes...and a permanent skeptical yet teasing slant to her lips...

They graduated from high school not knowing the other existed...

Circumstances (and yet some might say destiny) brought them to the same college, there they met for the first time (did we hear a thunderbolt??)...became very good friends...always with a group of others...she one of the 4 Muscat-eers (another an inactive, sleeping Muscat-eer)...he a...well...a...ah...well just one of another threesome (for want of a better term)...

They laughed, joked, teased each other...at times even to the point of tears (the girl ofcourse)...slowly the friendship developed to, what they called, a "massive crush" (why on earth can't people just say they "fell in love"??) on each other...3 years passed that way...and then college comes to an end, they go their separate ways...missing each other, not daring to tell each other what they feel...and, worse of all, with no means of communication

NARRATOR INTERRUPTS: IN THOSE DAYS INTERNET AND MOBILE PHONES WERE JUST SENDING OUT TENTATIVE FEELERS AROUND TO TEST TERRITORY

(story continues...)

...then one day...along comes a fairy, an angel (could there possibly be a better superlative?), who, also one of the Muscat-eers, benevolently agrees to be the go-between and posts her letters to him...this fair angel, innocent and sweet as she is never realised then what she was doing or aiding...coz' had she known she would have quoted a fee (wicked laughter...the horns are visible now)...anyways the angel never got the chance...

then she moves to a different country to continue her education...and he stays on and finds a job...years pass by with sporadic communication...and he moves to another country as well and they end up at different ends of the earth...they date others only to realise that something is always missing, hence nothing works for either...then one fine day she goes to an internet cafe...opens her inbox...and what do you know!!!! there's a mail from him...her heart skips a beat, the blood rushes to her face, she goes weak in the knees and her hands start shaking...yet, stubborn as she is, she talks to him as a friend never letting out her feelings for him...

their revived friendship continues...always there for each other in joy and distress...and mails flew hither and thither across the world...then one day, he decides he's had enough of this facade and musters up boldness to finally ask her out...she galantly yet stubbornly refuses saying he means the world to her but she'd rather have him just as a friend rather than risk losing him from her life...she walks away and this time he breaks into tears...

they stay in touch...time flies by...and one day while chatting she tells him that he should start dating others coz' she can't bear to see him that way...an argument ensues, they fight, bottled up feelings get un-corked...they vow not to talk to each other...he deletes her from his profile...she deletes him from hers and they sulk for a while...

then a couple of months drag by...she can't take it anymore...she runs into his arms (virtually of course) and says she misses him...and he's like "are you asking me out?" and out comes her pride again "a girl never asks a guy out!!"....so he says (and brace yourselves...here's the best part)...he says...

"My dear, would you like to date me and grow old with me??"

...for a minute she's speechless and taken aback...then she regains her senses and asks "are you joking? coz'if you are, I'm going to be real upset!!!"...

He: "No, I've never been more serious in my life!!!"

She: "Well, in that case, yes, ofcourse I will!!"

...by the way, readers, remember they are still at different ends of the world...so, to make it formal, he switches on his web cam, gets down on one knee and asks her to marry him (but, ofcourse, she could only see the top of his head as he was down on the floor)...and VOILA!!! formal it is...end of story...the rest is history...

he with his tall good looks and a wicked sense of humour...

she with a mischevious twinkle in her eye and a sly slant to her lips...

wah wah wah...what an ending!!! or shall we say beginning??? that's it folks...sigh!!!

Light bulbs...

• Did you know that “naatram” in Tamil just means “smell” and not “bad smell”??
• There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which it treats its children. - Nelson Mandela
• Hair is made up of dead cells, but we spend fortunes trying to make it look alive and vibrant!!
• A book I read recently conveys this: "In relation to the West, we are just the Rest"
• They take vows at the altar “…until death do us apart” while the ink of their signatures on the pre-nuptial is still drying!!
• “So much of life, it seems, is determined by pure randomness.” - Sydney Poitier
• “He hath indeed better bettered expectation of me than you must expect of me to tell you how.” - William Shakespeare, Much ado about Nothing
• “Ah! Yes, the truth, that ingenious concoction of desirability of appearance.” - Anatole France (on the Dreyfus Affair)
• Love is just a mental state induced by a surge of hormones that will die as the hormones settle down!
• Love creates an intoxication just as spirit does. How soon one sobers up depends upon experience!