it was about... not me!

At times like these… I wish
At times like these… I wish I could
At times like these… I wish I’d never stop dancing!

Sometimes life’s unfair. I feel like a dot in this world, and God forgot about me.
I have my dreams, I have a wish, I long for something, someone…
But I know I must go on, I must be strong

Today is different
Today is not about me
Today is about my best girlfriend and her D-day
Today is all about her in every single way

She looked pretty would be an understatement of the century
She looked gorgeous and happy
She looked content
And why shouldn’t she?
She has her man by her side today!

I wish them luck
I wish them happiness
I wish them everything they want
I wish them on their wedding day as I smile and walk away…



This post is for a very special friend, angel, confidant, who goes by the name of Monisha. ‘Moni’ all the best for a life of fun and adventure with your man Salil. :)

there's a reaon why i love my brother...

and this is it.


"Yo.. Me goin to bengaLOOru for the Megadeth/Machinehead concert. Will be there from 13-15th of this month..

Don't tel the folks, they'l get hyper 4 no reason..

Incase i die enroute or get killed in a moshpit den let the folks kno i died a martyr.

Ur nominee of all my bank accounts so ul be rich. N my company will give you a nice price for my dead body, so collect that and go for world tour..

Ah, and last bury me in the old hall n play EMPTY WORDS by DEATH for my funeral..

And tell my female fan following not to resort to suicide incase i die..

Amen.

And incase i dnt die, i'l bring u back a smelly metal tshirt."



I love you too peeku, love, MM, baby brother!
and happy headbanging _\m/ metal rules

red it was!

let me tell you a story of this girl i know.

ok one thing was sure, so she tells me was that she was so not expecting this.
yah i do know that she has always been vocal about the things she wants.
i mean, god damnit, she does make it a point to tell anyone who asks what she wants, exactly what she wants.
so when she actually got what she wanted, man so she tells me... it was a whole different story.

so let me tell you how it went...

the build up to this day -- yeah! Duh, valentine's day... i am not a fan of that moron flying around in his chuds, but ok sometimes a girl's got to do, what a girl's got to do!

So there she was bugging her best friends, guys, mind you! to well, get her a diamond ring... sigh! and yeah she did ask another best friend (in her best friend list numbered umm... 1?!) to well get her a bunch of 25 roses. i know it sounds stupid & cliched, but yes this girl always wanted a bunch of roses from a guy.

now picture this.
there she is out for dinner with her best friend and there on the table sits this absolutely amazing and fabulous bunch of flowers, which she so ignored cause they dint have her name on them! damn!
and then this best friends no. 1 says they are for her...
which i know she dint hear cause at that point of time she was doing like a 100 different things... texting someone, arranging the cutlery on the table, dumping her bag, arranging her jacket and also mentally running for President!
so in her defense i say she din't hear best friend no. 1 announce the fact that the bunch of roses were for her.
till he had to scream the fact!

i swear she had an oprah moment! OMG! this was absolutely fabulous!!!
she was shocked, beyond shocked! amazed more likely that someone actually got her something she always dreamed about.
ok so to others it might have appeared that this girl was not that blown away, but trust me this girl stole secret glances at them roses and had to do all that was possible on not having this stupid grin plastered over her face :)

now i do know this girl is so damn impulsive and acts 99.9% without thinking. so guess what this girl does? she damn right takes the bouquet and starts counting the number of roses, much to the horror of best friend no. 1!
i think the girl should be forgiven for this action, cause i know how much she dint mean to. it was more out of shock that led this girl to act like well.... her?

anyway what's even more amazing is that she gets an even special gift.
wrapped in this crunched paper, resting in this bag is -- a sexy red top from Mango!
trust me this girl would have never ever picked such an item from the racks.
and guess what she looked amazing in it!
so much so that she could not believe that the pretty lady in red was her.

i know she was all ga-ga over this. she has told me this story at least a million times today. damn i had to listen every time! what to do? i am the twin that never was.

The trouble with best-friends…

Is that they are great! So much so no matter how much you wanna hate them for their guts you still can’t! So let me present to you my take on why I hate my best friends – the Stalker, Rockstar & Don -- as much as I love them.

The Rockstar

Ok this guy is a jerk. Trust me, no one can be a true moron than this one. And that’s what makes him my best friend. Well, for starters we don’t a reason to fight! Anything and everything can turn into an argument… a word, an action, or something you dint do or maybe it’s something that some else did that actually triggered things off! Well then there are things in common – like F1, and rock music. Ok! So he may not be that bad.

The Stalker!

Ok here’s a guy, as the name suggests is known to know always what I am doing! How he does it, I do not know. I think he has cameras hidden around me. But genuinely this man is nice specie, and the king of perversity! According to him, what I have come to realize is that every word has a double meaning. Every damn f*&^ing word. Oh may be it happens only when I say it!

What you don’t know about this man is that he loves babies and is fully house-trained, grocery shopping household chores, you name it! In short, excellent marriage material. (Girls wanting his number, leave a message on this post  )


The Don

Now here is someone who I can stay has stuck by me in troubled times and dint ever ask for a reason. Yah he is highly erratic in nature. We go long periods without communication, but boom one fine day we are catching up the night away! Frankly speaking I do not understand him like the other two, but that’s what makes him, him. Should I forget to miss call him once I reach home, I have a huge lecture coming my way. Duh! Even my mom stopped doing that! And this man doesn’t ever miss an opportunity to yell at my random behaviour.



So as you see, one stalks me, the other one fights with me and the other other one gives me a ear full at every given opportunity! God damnit, suddenly my life seems complete.

But you know what, these guys are awesome! I know they would do anything for me… like put their hand out while am trying to cross the road. Or I can even throw one of them into traffic to get them to clear the way for me (ha ha … stalker… it was unintentional) Or I can just call up anyone at any weird time and still get them to talk to me.

Yah and I can still rely on these morons to call me fat any day! And treat me like a guy, no matter how much trouble I took to look pretty  (I am not complaining … just stating the facts)

All said and done, I think I deserve a diamond ring from these guys, don’t you think?

The story of a 'ME'

Part I

Once upon a time there was a me. A me that was born into a happy home in a small little town on one rainy June morning. Considering that this me was the first caesarian baby in the hospital, you could only image the apprehension surrounding the birth of me. So here was a first time mommy, covered with chicken pox, crying out in labour cause the child refused to come out for almost a week. Hey you could’nt blame the me!? Could you? All cozy inside mommy.

So finally the time had come, me came into the world. Yeah thank you, you SOB (the doctor) for waking me so rudely. Duh! Upside down and slapped on me’s butt!!!! Hello! What was he thinking? Anyway after a yelling session, me was finally handed to me’s mommy. It felt so good. Cozy cozy.

Yeah events surrounding the birth of me? Well, the new Mama and the Papa were ecstatic! But the paternal grandma, sighed that the me was a girl! A girl!!! Like that made the me any less a human.

So from there, the me went home. Christened a Catholic.Yeah thanks for pouring some cold water on my head u freak! (that’s the priest) Yeah all that the me could think about was, why doesn’t any bloody person in this new world allow the me to sleep! If it weren’t for the hundreds of relatives pinching the me, it were the other thousand who came to coo over the me, who dint ever miss an opportunity to pinch or pull the me’s cheeks.

Me’s childhood passed in blur… till one fine day, the me had to share my mommy with another you! The you was well, fat, chubby and a boy! A boy? A boy? Did someone say a boy? YES! It was a boy. Now don’t get me wrong, the me loved the you. At least now the me was left alone and not ogled at, at every opportunity.

As the me grew up, the me went to pre-school, yup, the youngest in the class at age 2. Then as life progressed the me was shuttled off to school. In Goa and Muscat, then back in Goa. Damn why did the me’s parents decide to come back. The me loved the school in Muscat. Goa was an all girls school! Damn where were the boys. Anyways, me was tortured here for some six years before, me joined studying with the opposite sexes again. Phew! There’s so much learn… (wink)

To be continued…

heart in my mouth!

Sometimes in life you wonder if…
What you do will change not only yours but someone else’s life.
Sometimes in life, you wonder if…
You should say what you want to say.
Sometimes in life, you wonder if…
Taking that chance will pay off?!
Sometimes in life, you wonder if...
Sharing what’s in your heart, will make all the difference.

I am scared.
Scared of many a things.
Scared of taking a chance again.
Scared of hurting not only mine but some else’s feelings.

What if this person means the world to you?
What if this person you know would do anything for you?
What if you can see your happiness reflect in their eyes?
What if?

You got to take a chance.
You got to get hurt, so they say.
Suddenly am not too sure.
Not of my feelings, but I would never want to hurt,
Not only myself, but the most important person in life either.

So how do I do this?
How do we share something special?
Without spoiling something that we have?
What do I do?
What do I say?

The angst is killing me!
But I've got to say this.
I might be totally wrong…
God help me!
I hope I am not!!!
I really need this in my life.
A reason to smile again,
I really want to smile again. :)

Choke There

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it's too too funny.

the lies...

been a good girl all my life,
and it ain’t getting me anywhere.

been a good girl all my life,
and trust me life doesn’t play fair.

been a good girl all my life,
and here I am staring at life BLANK on every side.

Somewhere lies the lies,
somewhere lies the decit,
i don't know why
but i don't know how things came to be the way they were.
i have only you to blame,
that is all i know.

been a good girl all my life
yet it turned out this way

been a good girl all my life
yet you thought it was ok

been a good girl all my life
been a good girl all my life
that's all i have to say.

finger fries?

yah woteva!

over a cup of coffee...

somepeople get signing their names on tissue napkins.

why?
hey! don't ask me, i dint ask for a autograph!

maybe they were doing it, just to remind themselves of their name. incase they ever forget it.

:)

who's the dude?
oh! he's my best best best buddy. goes by the name of 'ankur'