Wednesday, 31 December, 2008

Bye Bye 2008

Sorry I've not updated in so long. I had no inspiration left in my body. Hopefully all will change with this post.

It's the last day of 2008, and it is time to bid the year a tearful goodbye. 2008 has been the best and worst year of my life. I experienced so many things I never thought possible, all crammed in to one year. Here's a list of what happened to me in 2008:

1. I fell in love with the most amazing guy ever.
2. Kissed a guy for the first time.
3. We broke up.
4. We got back together.
5. We broke up again.
6. We've been best friends ever since.
7. Won the CNBC TV 18 award for best documentary film.
8. Had photograph displayed in the college exhibition.
9. Got a job.
10. Got my first salary, a paltry Rs 3000.
11. Got another job.
12. Purchased a cell phone for mom's birthday.
13. Inspite of joining the gym, have not lost weight.
14. Continous and irritating visits to the Doctor.
15. Got heart broken and angry with the terror strikes in India.
16. Mom's MRI scan came out normal.

That's all, I guess. I wish 2008 would not end though, for one basic simple reason:

In five months, I will be 23 years old :'(

Ok just because I'm so bored and in order to make this post a bit longer, I'm just gonna do a random tag called 3 things. Read:

3 Things that make me laugh:
1. White Ninja Comics for it's absurd randomness
2. Sitcoms like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, How I Met Your Mother and Will & Grace
3. My sister (I know she's not a thing, but she cracks me up!)

3 Things that make me cry:
1. Watching animals in pain
2. Human interest stories on the news
3. Movies like Dumbo, Life is Beautiful and Schindler's list. [I am basically a cry baby. I can cry at the drop of a..err..tear?]

3 Things that scare me:
1. Fear of being alone
2. Losing my loved ones
3. The future

3 Things I love Reading:
1. Cosmopolitan
2. Really good books like The Road, The Reluctant Fundamentalist, etc.
3. Tinkle! I still have a subscription

3 Things I hate:
1. My job
2. Posers
3. Rahul Mahajan (Yes, HE is a thing)

3 Things I don’t understand:
1. Why RGV accompanied Vilasrao Deshmukh to see the Taj post the terror attacks
2. Why people fight over religion
3. Why I can't get a job at a place I want to

3 Things on my desk:
At office:
1. My cute red bag
2. A small dabba of chana
3. My stuffed dog called Afro

At home:
1. Whole bunch of useless papers
2. French manicure kit
3. A bottle of water

3 Things I am doing right now:
1. Yawning
2. Typing this
3. Reading The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi

3 Things I want to do before I die:
1. Start an NGO for stray animals
2. Backpack across the globe
3. Bungee jump

3 Things I can do:
1. Sing
2. Whistle
3. Eat

3 Things one should listen to:
1. The Beatles
2. Their inner voice
3. Me

3 Things I would never want to listen to:
1. Religious fundametalists
2. People who think men are superior to women
3. Rahul Mahajan

3 Favorite foods:
[Too many to list, but I will still try]
1. Ma's Rajma Chawal
2. Nathu's Chole Bhature
3. McDonald's McChicken meal

3 beverages I drink regularly
1. Water
2. Tea [sometimes]
3. Mosambi juice

3 TV shows I watched/books I read as a kid
1. Power Rangers
2. Enid Blyton/Roald Dahl were my Gods
3. Captain Planet

I tag YOU to do this. Yes, YOU!

I guess I shall now conclude this post, promising to do better next year.

Before I leave though, I wish you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year! Thank you for reading and appreciating my blog, in spite of me being so irregular. It really means a lot to me!

Have fun and party safe!

Thursday, 18 December, 2008

Wednesday, 17 December, 2008

Stream of consciousness

[I had written this today during a training session. Everything will be explained, read!]

Dear all,

I really do not know what I'm doing here. Why am I here? There is a session called 'CDLG' [don't ask me what it means, cause I don't know what it means myself], the topic name is 'Interpreting...uh...something'. I don't know what I'm attending this session. Perhaps it is a different environment from my cubicle where I sit idle all day long.

This room is a closed space in the HR department of the office. It is full of computers, and the AC is switched on full blast. I'm feeling a little cold, bu I can manage. My position is such that the instructor cannot see me. I'm completely hidden behind a monitor. I wonder why such arrangements are not in college, when we would do our homework while lectures were on, and we would always get caught.

Every morning when I get up, I curse myself for having taken up this job. I hate myself every time I step into the office. I hate global recession and the fact that I cannot quit this job because no one else will hire me.

The instructor has been speaking for about 20 minutes now, and I have not heard a single word. Others around me are listening attentively, asking questions and making notes. I would have paid attention too, if I considered this to be useful. For me, it is not.

Twinkle twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are.

I just felt like writing the rhyme cause it just came to me mind. I just realized that I have not written with a pen in a very long time, so my handwriting looks really shabby. I used to have really good handwriting.

My colleague's birthday is on December 19th, and that is the only thing I am looking forward to. I'm really hankering for some cake, even though I had some on Monday.

The instructor just said 'production' and I have been transported to SCM, our shootings, and me behind the camera. I loved the feeling of holding the PD-170 in my hands, focusing, adjusting the white balance. I miss that a lot. I want to be a cameraperson/cinematographer.

Have you seen that ad for glasses where a woman is in Africa shooting the wildlife? I want to do that with my life. I want to be her.

Ok, it's been half an hour now since the session began. Usually, I would be sleeping, but writing this is making me alert.

You know what I hate? The fact that my batchmates are in jobs they love, while I'm here. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for them. But I hate that I'm not there with them. Getting a job in the media requires a lot of work, and believe me, I've tried. There obviously is something I lack. I just hope I find this out soon.

The instructor just said "this is just a dummy". Dummy is a funny word, isn't it? Just say it once. Dummy. Dummy! hehehe. That made me smile.

My arm has now stared to hurt from writing. I really should write something everyday. My fingers are cramping up too.

Because Mudoh told me to, I stumbled upon It is a really good website, because it introduces you to websites/blogs that you may not have heard of, and they would be of your interest. I have been to many new websites this way. Unfortunately, my office blocks most websites, so I can't use stumbleupon. That's just sad.

It's been 40 minutes now. 20 minutes to go.

My palm really hurts. I'm pausing in the middle to massage it. Very, very sad.

I just heard 'target audience'. Advertising. I never liked advertising. It was one of my weaker subjects in SCM. My worst being FC. I sucked at it. My chair is making weird noises, like it's gonna break. But don't think it will. It just needs some lubricant.

Ok, I'm gonna nap for 10 minutes. I couldn't sleep for 10 minutes. Must have been 5.

6 more minutes to go. I'm not gonna attend any more of these sessions as they are useless to me. I'd rather sit at my desk and read a book. Speaking of which, I finished reading 1984 by George Orwell yesterday. I suggest you read it too. It will shake you and scare you out of your skull. And it's not even in the horror genre.


Dunno. Just wanted to say it.

FIB: Fuck, I'm Bored
TIFU: This Is Fucked Up

2 more minutes to go. I hope she finishes on time. FIB!

I just heard 'there's no solution'. There's no solution is also a song by Sum 41. It's a nice song. Sum 41 is a good band.

It's 12:30. Times up! But the instructior hasn't finished yet. :(
It's 12:31 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:32 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:33 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:35 now. I'm still here.
" "12:36" "
" "12:37" "
" ":38" "
" ":39" "
" ":40" "
" ":41" "
" ":44 -> Finally, it ends! Faaaaaak!

Tuesday, 16 December, 2008

Writer's block.

Have nothing to write about.





Will come back when Shakespeare's ghost comes back to me. (Yes, I keep him trapped in a glass bottle. Unfortunately, he escaped a few days ago)

Bye. I miss you. :'(

Thursday, 11 December, 2008

Sigh.. :)


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

-Pablo Neruda

Wednesday, 10 December, 2008

Some clarification

Found this on google while searching for own blog:

I would just like to clarify that I am in no manner connected to, and I am also not aware how a profile under my name was created. If you have come to this blog via this site, please know it is not me who has linked the blog.

Read the original post here

Thank you.

Monday, 8 December, 2008

Here comes another one!

The Song tag! Think..Nostalgia and music! Finish the list and then tag three people to do it!

1. Song most listened to during school years: Quit Playing Games with My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. { : }

2. Song during college years: Wake me up when September Ends by Green Day

3. Song during first love: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

4. Song during first heartbreak: Forever by Papa Roach

5. Song for all seasons: Hey Jude by The Beatles

6. Song you'd headbang to: Chop Suey by System of a Down and Cyanide by Metallica

7. Song you'd dance to: ...To Be Loved by Papa Roach

8. Song for gymming: Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen

9. Song for long walks: Any The Doors' album

10. Song for drives: You Make Me Smile by Blue October

11. Song for mornings: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall

12. Song for parties: Soulja boy!

13. Song when stressed: Thin Air by Pearl Jam

14. Song when cheerful: New Shoes by Paolo Nutini

15. Song when romantic: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's

16. Song when mad as hell: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor

17. Song that you'd serenade a girl/guy with: You Really Got A Hold On Me by The Beatles

18. Song you'd like to be seranaded with: P.S. I Love You by The Beatles [The Beatles have a song for every occasion!]

19. Song you'd dedicate to any person in the world: Get the Fuck out of my way! by The Bloody B.C.'s, dedicated to Mudoh! :D

20. Song of a legend: Message in the Bottle by Police

21. Song that others connect you with: Imagine by John Lennon

22. Song that best describes you: My Heart Is a Fist by Papa Roach

People I tag to do this:
1. Nikki
2. Zephyr
3. AnnaChronism

Keep On Rawking, yo! :D

Sunday, 7 December, 2008

Let's hit the mall!

If you didn't know this already, I love the mall. It is the best place to go to, and it caters to people of all kind. So what to do when you're really hungry at the mall? Hit the food court!! However, after close observation of the people who do visit the food court, I find it very simple to club them into groups. They are as follows:

1. The family: They arrive in huge packs - from dada-dadi, nana-nani to the one month old hanging from pappa's arm, they all come to celebrate family togetherness. They represent Karan Johar's 'Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham' to the's all about loving the family after all!

Food court behaviour: They club twenty tables together and order food from every possible destination, usually creating a big mess. The children run around the tables, screaming, throwing tantrums. This group usually takes the longest to finish their meals.

2. The lovers: They have eyes only for each other. They occupy tables at the food court's most secluded spots, the khopcha corner. Loud sighs, girly giggles abound. It's just the two of them in the mall, and no one else apparantly matters!

Food court behaviour: They don't order individual meals (if at all!). It's just one plate of whatever (usually chaat, as I've observed!) which they lovingly feed each other with a plastic spoon. This group usually does not leave their tables till the girl gets an angry phone call from mummy asking her where she is.

3. The 'happy fraandsip day' teens: These arrive in huge packs too, twenty to thirty at a time. This group comes to the mall/food court only on special occasions like fraansip day, which is probably the most important day in their lives.

Food court behaviour: This group clubs tables together as well, and usually show up at rush hour. They don't order any food, and just sit around writing 'happy fransip day' with markers on each other's hands and tying the fransip bands. They are even louder than The Family, and twice as annoying.

4. The extremely broke teens: These arrive in a tiny group, maximum four. They come just to the food court for some respite from their mundane school/college lives, but they are too broke to afford anything above Rs. 20/-

Food court behaviour: They will all sit at only one table and will share one thing between all of them. This is usually steamed corn or a cup of ice-cream. Money is shared, and the person who pays constantly reminds everyone that they owe him/her Rs. 10.50/-

5. The Cynics: This is the category I belong to. They are cynical of everything and everyone around them, and look at each and every person with cynicism.

Food court behaviour: They only stick to their kind, and comment on each and every person in the mall. They have an opinion on everyone. Some usually write about their observations in a blog.

Much like this one.

Tuesday, 2 December, 2008

Quotes you will remember forever!

"Grumpiness is related to cynicysm. Hence, when I'm old, I'll love to be a grump"
"I love gays in a non-gay way"
"News channels are like headless chicken. They run around a story, and then they [the story] die."
"Just like not everyone is meant to succeed, not everyone is destined to be a failure"
"Regular bloggers write blogs. But my blog contains no post. This is originality! Originality man! Originality!"
- The GREAT Mudoh (Jasmeet)
"This is not traffic. This is trafuck"
- I-was-forced-to-write-this-post-Iggy

I can't think a good title for this post, but you should read it anyway cause it's going to be funny.

In my second year at Mithibai college, I was blessed to be in the presence of a professor called Mr. B (I am not going to reveal his identitity cause there might be people from Mithibai reading this!)

He 'taught' us a subject called Fundamental Concept, which was basically a good class to attend if you have insomnia. Sleep was guarenteed. He would basically drone on about our Human Rights and Freedoms and Duties. Don't get me wrong, the subject is very interesting. But Mr. B had his own method of teaching. He would basically come to class and recite a whole chapter out loud and leave. No scope for questions, cause he didn't even breathe in the middle while he recited.

However, there was something very peculiar about Mr B. He had a full head of red hair. Not natural, of course. The red that came from really bad henna. The colour was inconsistent too. Somewhere it was red, behind his ears it was orange and at the nape of his neck, his hair was white. It was like a lunar eclipse when he would show up in class. And for those who bothered to attend, they would be subject to 40 minutes of droning, and watching his shiny red hair.

One day, I made a decision to *finally* attend his class (not having done so before). So he entered, and began his usual 'teaching'. I stifled a yawn, trying to protect my eyes from his hair. Out of nowhere, a joke crept in to my mind, and I had the urge to immediately share this joke with RadRid, who would sit next to me. I scribbled something on her notebook and passed it to her.

She read the contents and giggled. Now Mr B, who is usually oblivious of what is happening around him, looked up from his book and saw her giggling.

"Yes, what is the matter?"
I froze, so did RadRid.
"Uhh...Nothing sir!"
"Show me the book"
Crap.Crap.Crap. That's all my mind could think.

So he took the notebook and went back to his desk. He read the contents too.
"Oh, so it's a joke about me." he said in an uninterested voice.
RadRid and I were sweating bullets at this point.

And then, he did something that I never imagined he would. He read the joke out loud.

"Why did the students run away from Mr B's class?
Because it was declared Red Alert"

As you can imagine, the class imediatelly broke into laughter (I was quite surprised so many were in class! Usually his lectures had only 4-5 people!) Mr B wasn't laughing, with good reason. I apologised immediately, but he just shrugged.

I thought we'd be told to leave class, or our attendance would be cancelled. But nothing like that happened. He just returned the book to RadRid and resumed his class. And he didn't take any action against us after this incident.

But he did take one action regarding the joke.

He stopped colouring his hair.

Friday, 28 November, 2008

A Message

This post is dedicated to everyone who lost their lives in the tragic terrorist acts that occurred in Bombay in the last few days.

To the 47 people, who died, trying to escape bullets at VT Station.

To the 4 that passed away at Cama Hospital.

To the 30 that passed away at Taj Hotel.

To the world, these may seem like numbers. But these numbers mean a lot to those who were waiting for them to return.

To Joint police commisioner (ATS) Hemant Karkare, Senior inspector Vijay Salaskar, Additional police commisioner Ashok Kamthe, Inspector Shashank Shinde,Police sub-inspector Prakash More, Police sub-inspector B Durgunde, and several other policemen, and military men who laid down their lives so that average people like us can live another day. I salute you all.

To the people still held hostage at Taj Hotel, Oberoi Hotel and Nariman House. I pray that you be released as soon as possible. I pray to God to give you strength.

To Bombay's beloved Taj hotel. You will be re-built again.

To the lives lost, I pray that your souls Rest In Peace.

Finally, to the terrorists. You will be caught. And you will get what you deserve.

Tuesday, 25 November, 2008


Joey: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Look. I take a girl out, she can order whatever she wants! The more, the better! All right? Just don’t order a Garden salad and then eat my food! That’s a good way to lose some fingers!
(Rachel enters from the main door)
Phoebe: (to Rachel) Oh
Rachel: Hi
Phoebe: Thank God you’re here. Listen to this!
Rachel: what?
Phoebe: Joey and my friend were out last night and having dinner and she reaches over and takes a few of his fries...
Rachel: Oh! Oh, no!
(Joey looks satisfied)
Phoebe: What? You know about the plate thing?
Rachel: Oh, yeah. Joey doesn’t share food. I mean, just last week we were having breakfast and he had a couple of grapes on his plate and ...
Phoebe: (to Joey) You wouldn’t let her have a grape?
Rachel: Oh no! Not me! Emma!
(Phoebe looks horrified and she turns to watch Joey)
Joey: (mad and pointing a finger to himself) JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD!


Saturday, 22 November, 2008

My first kiss

12. 03. 2008
Marine Drive, Bombay

I want to remember everything about today. Nothing should be erased from my mind.

The way he smiled when he first saw me. The beautiful flowers he gave me. How awkward it felt, and how we slowly eased in. How he laughed when I gave him imaginary low blows and slaps. The short time we spent at Anda Pav, sharing an Anda Pav, and sipping on our cutting chais. How embarrassing it was when all the girls barged in to see us together. How sweet he looked when he was flipping through the scrapbook I gave him. How we ran out and got a cab to Marine Drive.

Marine Drive. -sigh-. The Pizza I just could not eat. Him staring at me...telling me over and over how beautiful I am. Me getting so embarrassed and getting red in the face. Him telling me I look even more beautiful when I blush. Me blushing even more.

"I just can't help're just so mesmerising..." Me hiding my face between my hands, him telling me I still look beautiful. Me getting goosebumps, butterflies...everything.

Us walking around Marine Drive, sharing the brownie. That spark I felt everytime our arms brushed against each other. Him looking at me. Me looking at him. Me wanting to tell him "I love you" so bad. Him pushing me. Me pushing him. Him telling me, "Look at me. When I say you're beautiful, I really mean it. And...I love you." Me getting tongue tied and unable to speak. Looking at my feet while he walked next to me. Thinking about how I should say it back to him.

Us sitting there. So close. Us playing footsie. Him sheepishly putting his arm around me. "It hurts my arm if I rest it here...Can I put it around your shoulder?"

"I just wan to say...I love you," I said. "I love you too."

Him coming close to me. Really close. My heart beating like crazy. Me running my fingers over his arm..running them over each vein. "You've got really soft hands"

Us linking our fingers with each other. Him looking at him. Me looking at his lips. Him looking at mine. "What you looking at?" I asked. "Your sultry lips. I bet they're really soft."

There was just the two of us. The world didn't matter. No worries. No troubles. Just us. His lips so close to mine, just about to touch. And then, they did. In a magnetic, soft, just right kiss. His lips pressing against mine. Me forgetting to close my eyes, and then closing them. Him biting my lower lip, and pulling out, looking at me. Kissing me again, harder this time. Pulling out again. Running his fingers over my lips, my chin. Pulling me in to another kiss. His beard pressing against my skin, tickling me. Me wanting the kiss to go on forever...but he pulls out again, for the last time.

And then, he was gone.

"I will, return...
Yes I, will return.
I'll come back, for the honey,
and you..."

Wednesday, 19 November, 2008



I've finally got work to do in office, but it's something that is beyond my comprehension: Bug Checking. I have absolutely NO clue as to how to go about it. I've bugged the project manager 1 million times asking him how to do stuff, but it's just not registering. Help. I'm so scared. I'm sweating bullets here! Times like these I wish for my old job again (reading comics all day long)


Sunday, 16 November, 2008

I'm gonna be rich!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG!OMG!OMG! I saw this on facebook today!!

Though it is going to be a real big decision, I think I am ready for it! What's the harm in donating a few Indian eggs? See, I even took a photo for an application...

Isn't the egg top grade?

OMG! I'm gonna be sooooooooo rich! :D :D :D :D


Friday, 14 November, 2008

10 Films To See Before You Die (Part deux)

6. Andaz Apna Apna:
Directed by: Rajkumar Santoshi
Language: Hindi
Released: 1994

Rajkumar Santoshi's cult classic comedy of errors 'Andaz Apna Apna' is indeed one of my favourties. The film's story is so irreverant, but so funny at the same time, you just can't forget them. Who can forget Crime Master Gogo, with his classic line "Aankhe nikal ke gotiya khelta hoon", Prem with "ooi maa!" while Amar goes "aai la!", the laugh-out-loud "Oranges?" scene and the all-round mad cap antics of the characters?

This is truly a "thinking" comedy, as it was not made in the un-funny, only slapstick style that Govinda was famous for them. Wait. I won't insult Govinda. He is my God. Will explain my love for him in a later post. So yes, on a boring Saturday afternoon, pop the disc into your DVD player and get ready for laughs, laughs and more laughs!

7. The Killing Fields:
Directed by: Roland Joffé
Language: English
Released: 1984

The Killing Fields, much like Schindler's list and Life is Beautiful, is based on real incidents in Cambodia, and the real life story of the American journalist Sydney Schanberg and the Cambodian one, Dith Pran. The film tells the story of how these two men survive the Khmer Rouge, inspite of being separated at one point of time. Schanberg manages to escape Cambodia, but Pran is stuck there, and is captured by the Khmer Rouge. Years later, Pran escapes and finds himself re-united with Schanberg.

I had no idea of the existence of the Khmer Rouge before I saw this film. It is shot so realistically, that it almost has a documentary feel. Cambodia's lush landscapes lay ruined by explosions and blood. The scene where Pran finds the killing fields, with hundreds of bodies rotting on the land, is truly terrifying. The ending is so emotional, with John Lennon's song "Imagine" playing in the background, you can't help but cry.

8. Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro:
Directed by: Kundan Shah
Language: Hindi
Released: 1983

I think this is the only black comedy I've seen on Indian cineme. Irrespective of that, it is also one of the funniest movies ever made in Bollywood. The film looks at corruption in Indian politics, news, and almost everything else, in a twisted, satirical manner. The protagonists - Naseeruddin Shah and Ravi Baswani- are average-joes, out-of-work photographers desparate to make money. The land a sting operation job with 'Khabardar' magazine, and fall in to a huge web of corruption and politics. Even the editor of the magazine, whom they considered to be on the side of the truth, turns out to be corrupt. Oh, and there is also a dead body involved!

My favourite scene in the movie is the Draupadi Cheer-Haran one. Satish Shah's deadpan portrayal of Draupadi is just hilarious. The whole scene, in fact, is so funny, that you'd want to see it over and over again! The ending is the best though, where the protagonists, inspite of being the good-guys, land up in jail. The moral of the film, as the title suggests, is Jaane bhi do yaaro!

9. Citizen Kane:
Directed by: Orson Welles
Language: English
Released: 1941

Orson Welles' masterpiece, as I call it, is truly one of the most unusual and interesting movies ever made. It follows the life and death of Charles Foster Kane, of how he began as a steadfast, honest man, and how power corrupted him. The film is unusual in it's style and compostion, and is somewhat mysterious, with the Kane's famous last words --- "Rosebud", the interpretaion

The film is such, that you will either like it, or you wont. I went with the first option, and all the film buffs out there will agree with me!

10. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest:
Directed by: Miloš Forman
Language: English
Released: 1975

The film is an adaptation the novel of the same name, and it stars Jack Nicholson as the protagonist Randle Patrick McMurphy. He portrays a criminal who has been sent to a mental institution due to his apparently deranged behaviour. Among the other inmates in the institution, he seems "normal". Nurse Ratched (played brilliantly by Louise Fletcher) looks after the well-being of the patients, though in their eyes, she is an evil tyrant. There is not much more I can tell you about the film, cause it would spoil it for you.

What's best about the movie is the fact that though Nicholson is the 'hero' of the film, he is not so in the traditional sense of the term. Nurse Ratched is the villian, inspite of the fact she is looking out for the patients. The whole film has a deeper meaning to attach, one you will interpret only after seeing it. This is also the first film to win all five major awards at the Oscars, so it's just another incentive for you to watch the film!

This concludes Part deux of the 10 Films To See Before You Die.
There are so many others which should be in this list, and ones I may have not watched either.
What is your list like?

Thursday, 13 November, 2008

10 Films To See Before You Die (Part une)

I am not a movie critic, nor am I an expert. Still, I have compiled a list of 10 movies you must see before you die for the sheer reason that if you can listen to Roger Ebert, you can listen to me too :) So read, enjoy, and if you ever get your paws on these 10 films, do me a favour, and WATCH THEM!

1. À bout de souffle:
Directed by: Jean Luc-Godard
Language: French
Released: 1960

Jean Luc-Godard's best work to date (according to me), starring Jean-Paul Belmondo as the young crook Michel and Jean Seberg as Patricia, the American reporter. The story unfolds mainly in the streets of Paris, though most of the important sequences are shot in Patricia's bedroom.

This film blew my mind away, with it's unstructured jazz feel, the jump cuts, all the 'easter eggs' of sorts which I could spot in the movie, the poignant acting, the deliciously good looking Jean-Paul Belmondo (seriously...when he runs his thumb over his lips à la Humphrey Bogart, I felt like jumping him) and for Michel's last words to Patricia before he dies: "C'est vraiment dégueulasse", which is a source of confusion even today, since no one has been able to translate what Michel really meant. Watch this movie, even if you have to watch it without English sub-titles!

2. Schindler's List:
Directed by: Steven Spielberg
Language: English
Released: 1993

Those who know me, know my obsession with Nazi Germany, Adolf Hitler, Auschwitz and the Holocaust. My dad had first brought the movie's VCD a long time ago, and my sister and I were forbidden from viewing the film due to it's graphic nature and some sexual content. He also forbade us from watching the movie because after he saw it, he was unable to sleep at night.

I can honestly say, the same thing happened with me too, after watching it. Spielberg has done an excellent job in portraying Nazi Germany, and how it was living hell for the Jews there. How one man, Oskar Schindler, initially out of greed, saved the lives of so many Jews. I cried, and I cried, and I cried throughout the movie. The film left me with such a heavy heart, because after all, it was a movie. What would have happened in real life would have been far, far worse. I think everyone should watch this film out of respect for all those who died during the Holocaust, for the people who survived it, and for making sure that such acts of immense violence not repeat itself.

3. Dumbo:
Directed by: Ben Sharpsteen
Language: English
Released: 1941

Like every other child, my growing up years were filled with hours and hours of cartoon viewing. I've seen every Disney movie there is, but none of them have had such a profound impact on me than what Dumbo has. Dumbo is a short story about an elephant who is different. He is very big ears, because of which he becomes the subject of ridicule from almost everyone. There is only one person who loves him unconditionally, and that is his mother. But due to some turn of events, he is separated from her, and then the story goes on to how he re-unites with his mother with the help of his buddy, Timothy the mouse.

This film feels so close to me, cause I've always felt like an outcast myself. The bond shown between Dumbo and his mother is done so well, you can't help but feel for Dumbo's plight. But the best part of the movie is the ending, where Dumbo overcomes everything and becomes a big star in the "circus industry" and re-unites with his mother. See the film, just for the sheer beauty of it. And see it with your mother. There won't be a dry eye in the house, I promise you!

4. Life is Beautiful:
Directed by: Roberto Benigni
Language: Italian
Released: 1997

Here's another Holocaust story, which I saw for the first time in 2007. This one stars Roberto Begnini as Guido, a Jewish Italian, who is taken into a concentration camp with his son, Joshua, portrayed brilliantly by Giorgio Cantarini. His wife, even though she is not Jew, goes to the concentration camp. Joshua is unaware of where they were going and why they were leaving, not understanding the gravity of the situation. So Guido turns the whole situation into a game, turning the concentration camp into a playground, where the person who get 1,000 points wins a tank.

This film has been made so well, and Benigni has made a twist in the way how the world percieves the Holocaust. Even till the end, Guido doesn't let Joshua know of how much their lives are in danger. Perhaps the best scene in the film is when Joshua comes out of the sweatbox, where his father had told him to hide, and comes face-to-face with an American tank. So in essence, Guido had not lied to him. This film is a must-watch, for it simply says that no matter how bad or how bleak things are, life is beautiful...La vita è bella!

5. Pita, Putra aur Mahayudh:
Directed by: Anand Patwardhan
Language: Hindi/English
Released: 1995

During college, I've had the privelege of watching three documentaries by Anand Patwardhan: Ram ke Naam (In the Name of God), Jung Aur Aman (War and Peace) and Pita, Putra aur Mahayudh (Father, Son and Holy War). From these, I've been moved the most from the third one. It is a two-hour long documentary, divided in two parts, which basically talks about the fact that in this "politically polarized world....the minorities get marginalized". It shows what people think are the ideals of "manhood". How in all the various wars around the world, women suffer.

There is not much I can say about this documentary, except that you must watch it. In fact, you'll be lucky if you get a copy, since this is one of his most controversial documentaries! He must be applauded for his courage, to push forth a subject matter that will be suppressed from all over.

This concludes Part une of 10 Films To See Before You Die. More tomorrow.

Friday, 7 November, 2008

What a week!

What a week!

Wait a minute, let me rephrase that:


Right now, I am a mixture of sleepy and angry, and I don't know what the feeling is called, but I'm sure as hell feeling it. I have not updated my blog in ages, the last being a tag, which can not really be considered a post...but I digress. Let's just get back to my terribly pathetic week.

First, I have come to the understanding that I have made the biggest mistake of my life by working where I do right now. The place stands for everything I am against. Corporate atmosphere has always made me puke, then what the hell am I doing here? We're basically answerable to various 'Gora' multinationals, and this fact makes me angrier than ever. I never thought I would be here, but still, I am.

And do you know what I do there for 8.30 am to 6.00pm everyday since I joined? Play games all day, read Calvin and Hobbes, Asterix and Tintin (Occasionally India Today and Cosmopolitan). Yup. Everyday. And I get paid for it.

I know, I know, this sounds like a dream job, but not to me. You'd feel the same if you were sitting in one place reading comics all day, while everyone else is working. My neighbours look at me with eyes wide open as I spend all day flipping through comic books. I take occasional naps too, which is probably a sin in the corporate environment. At this point, I don't really even care!

Second, I don't know why, but I have been really really sleepy lately. I can barely keep my eyes open post 9:30pm, which sucks. I can't understand why this is happening, cause I don't have any physical activity going on, except gymming. Hmm.

Third, on Tuesday, dad's car met with an accident. We're safe, Thank God, but the car is a mess. A bus rammed into the car, and the driver's side is wrecked. Dad couldn't even open the door on his side. And you know what the bus driver did? He just sped away. That too in front of the traffic police man, who was so busy scratching his balls that he did not even have time to look up to see what had happened. Such is life. Grr.

Fourth, my father's colleague and close friend passed away at 4:00 in the morning today. I could see my dad was pretty shaken up, and I have never seen him this way. My usually happy, laughing, joking dad was solemn and quiet today. On our way back home I tried to cheer him up, but nothing was happening. I feel really bad for him. He's already so stressed, and this certainly does not help. But I feel even sadder for the family who lost a father and a husband. R.I.P

I think the crux of my troubles is my job. I am planning to quit, but times are so bad these days, I don't even know what to do. I can't leave unless I have some other job in my hand. Sigh. What to doooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Monday, 3 November, 2008

The Hardest Part - Coldplay

I got this off Spiced Coffee And The Keyboard ,so I thought I'll do this too! :)
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

If someone says "Is this okay?" You say?
Listen To My Heart - Ramones
True. Don't bother me. Ask my heart that!

What would best describe your personality?
Paralyzer - Finger Eleven
"I'm not paralyzed..I seem to be struck by you" Yep. That's me!

What do you like in a Guy/Girl?
So Sick - NeYo
No comments!

How do you feel today?
Break Away - Tokio Hotel
So true. All I can think about right now is breaking away from the clutches of this job environment!

What is your life’s purpose?
4 Minutes - Madonna feat Justin Timberlake
Uhhh..To do everything within 4 minutes?

What is your motto?
With a little help from my friends - The Beatles
I'm too lazy to do things on my own.

What do your friends think of you?
No More - Drowning Pool
Hey! Is this a some sort ofsubliminal message?

What do you think of your parents?
Baby - Serj Tankian
Quite the opposite, really!

What do you think about very often?
A Taste of Honey - The Beatles
Honey good. Mmmm. (This also used to be our song)

What is 2+2?
Love is Dead - Tokio Dead
You killed love math! You son of a *****!!!!!

What do you think of your best friend?
Fansong - Dethklok
I'm a fan for life!

What do you think of the person you like?
It's not over - Chris Daughtry

What is your life story?
Move Along - The All American Rejects
Move along people! Nothing to see here!

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Brainstorm - Arctic Monkeys.
Yay! I wanna be a brainstorm! Yayyyyyyyy

What do you think when you see the person that you like?
Posters - Jack Johnson
Usually the people I like are in posters on my wall

What do your parents think of you?
Starlight - Muse
I know. I'm speshul!

What will you dance to at your wedding?
Empty Walls - Serj Tankian
Obviously. Cause there won't be a wedding!

What will they play at your funeral?
Made a Mistake - Sugarcult
I think the person who kills me will relate to the song!

What is your hobby/interest?
Shout At The Devil - Motley Crue
Hail Satan!

What is your biggest secret?
Life Is Beautiful - Sixx AM
Don't you think so too?

What do you think of your friends?
I Miss You - Blink 182
I do miss some of my kickass friends who aren't really in touch with me anymore :( (Read: SCM ladies)

What should you post this as?
The Hardest Part - Coldplay
This wasn't THAT hard..

Own questions:
What song will you play while making sweet sweet love?
All Nightmare Long - Metallica

What do you think of your boss?
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-Lot
Hahaha! This is so funny, I can't even comment!

What does your boss think of you?
Do You Realize?? - The Flaming Lips
"Do you realize...that you have the most beautiful face...?" Sexual harrasment, anyone?

People whom I tag to do this:
Everyone reading this (But do leave a comment saying you've done it, so I can read it too!)

Peace out
Random song: We Are All On Drugs - Weezer (Yeah we are!)

Friday, 31 October, 2008

...In which I am confused for a "famous" movie star

{True Story}

I was coming home from work yesterday, when the 'auto-wallah-bhaiyya' struck up a conversation with me. This is how it went.

Iggy: Me
Auto-wallah-bhaiyya: Him

Open roads, no traffic, Iggy is being dropped home by Auto-wallah-bhaiya.

Scene I, Act I:
Auto-wallah-bhaiyya: Aaj trafic bahut kam hai (Traffic is very less today)
Iggy: Haan..Aaj chutti hai, is liye (Yeah, today is a holiday, that's why)
A-w-b: Parso itna traffic jam tha, SV road se yahan aane tak Rs 40 lag gaye (The traffic was so bad day-before, It took Rs 40 to come from SV road to this point)
I: Baap re! (OMG!)
A-w-b: {Laughs}
I: {Grins}
A-w-b: Madam, aap filmon me kaam karti ho na? (Madam, you work in movies, don't you?)
I: {Eyes open in shock} Nahi! (No!)
A-w-b: Achcha. Mujhe aisa laga ki maine aapko filmon me dekha hai. (Oh. I thought I had seen you in the movies)

Scene I, Act II:
I: {Excitedly} Waise, aapne mujhe kaunsi film me dekha hai? (By the way, which film have you seen me in?)
A-w-b: Arre woh film aati thi na..jisme aap college me the..aap moti si {Cue the fat person arms thing*} Sabki dost banti thi? (That which you were in used to be everyone's friend)
I: {Excitement dies. Cue depression} Guddi Maruti?
A-w-b: Haaan! Wohi! Aap bilkul waise dikhti ho. (Yes! Her! You look exactly like her)
I: Uhhh...Thank you? {Raise eyebrow here}

Scene I, Act III:
{Awkward pause}
I: Guddi Maruti abhi Buddhi Maruti ho gayi hai (Guddi Maruti is old now)
A-w-b: {Laughter}

*Life Lessons from The Iggylicious:

What is the fat person arms thing?: During communication, when someone wants to denote that a person is fat, he or she does the fat person arms thing. This is very useful in case the person he or she is communicating with is deaf and cant understand he or she is talking about a fat person.

John Doe: 'Sup Deaf Bob. Did you hear about Fat Fucker?
Deaf Bob: What? I can't hear you.
John Doe: Fat Fucker, dude!
Deaf Bob: What?
John Doe: (moves his arms like a turkey) FAT FUCKER!
Deaf Bob: Oh! Fat Fucker! Yeah. He's a slutface.

That brings us to an end to this episode of Life Lessons from The Iggylicious.

Go fuck yourself!

Wednesday, 29 October, 2008


Hello everyone!
Sorry I haven't been able to post in a while, my computer has gone all PMSey on me! I will post as soon as my computer is fixed! (Hopefully, today!)

I am writing this post from my office, which is very hard to do, since 90% of the internet is blocked. As my friend Mudoh once told me, "Are you in China or what?!"

Well, since I am able to post, I would like to wish everyone a very Happy Diwali and a Prosperous New Year. I have taken a lot of Diwali photos, which will be posted soon for you all to see.

Hmm...what else is new? Yes, MDT has been receiving a lot of hits! Interesting! I guess my teenage years were not as bad as I thought they were. Hey, at least they make for a good read! (I think/pray/hope!)

That's all from me for now. Promise to post soon!
Love and Luck,

Saturday, 18 October, 2008

MDT: Of Christmas, Crushes and more

Here's a continuation of My Diary as a Teenager..Read on!

23rd December, 2002

Dear Diary,
I'm really sorry for not writing to you!

One day before Christmas! I'm so excited! The weather has become cold, and it feels refreshing!

Guess what? I got to colour my hair again! And this time, it's noticeable! Actually, it's damn noticeable! I like it!

Rambo has become a
little boring now. He's too predictable! I think I'm falling out of love with him!!!

Exams are coming near, and unless I get above 70%, I wont get a mobile phone. :(

Ok, so (a family friend..let's call him Mr Raju) came to our home to meet us on last Saturday. His son (let's call him Bart) also came with him. He looked sooooo AMAZING! What A Babe! I couldn't stop staring at him! But I know my manners and also my darn bad luck! :(

There's a little chance that we are going to have a re-union. I'm soooo excited for it!

We went to see Kante yesterday. Such a big YAWN. We saw it in a crappy theatre. Don't even get me started on the cheap crowd! After every two minutes, the men were running to the bathroom to ma******te! There were loads of 1/2 naked bimbos in the movie, so it's a little obvious!

I should be heading out now, I will write soon!

Lot's of love,


Nope, I didn't get above 70%, but I still got a crappy Samsung cell phone.
And yes, my hair was red, noticeable red.
I'm worth it!

To be continued...

Saturday, 11 October, 2008

-le sigh-

I went to the mall with my bestest friend in the whole wide world today. She gets me like no other person can. She knows everything about me, even what I'm thinking at the exact moment. Anyway, back to the mall.

So we were at the food court, and I was idly playing with a french fry (I'm still bummed out) and she pokes me.
"What?" I say, popping the fry in my mouth.
"Don't look now, but there's a gorgeous specimen of the male species on the table to your left."

I rolled my eyes. You see, her tastes in men are vastly different from mine. She's more tall, dark and handsome. I'm more tall, skinny and long hair. So as I attempted to turn to my left, I never expected to see what I saw.

It was an actual, live specimen of a gorgeous male!

He was sitting there in a white ganji and a brown cargo-bermuda type thing (what are they called?) with brown sandals looking all uber cool and relaxed. My first impression -- hmm..seems like those guys from the gym. Brawn, no brain. I turned back to my best friend (henceforth to be known as RadRid).

She pokes me again.
"What!?" I say, looking at her.
She doesn't really say anything, but wiggles her eyebrows, so I turn to him again.

I gasped and almost fell of the seat.

He was reading.
A book.
Not Playboy.
Not Maxim.
Not even Vogue (which eliminated the fact that he might be gay!)
He was reading a real-life book.

"Ok, I must be dreaming, cause this is my dream guy!" I said, staring at him dreamily.

"You should talk to him" RadRid said.
"Yeah right..I think we should just leave!" and so we did!

So we were in Crossword looking at some CDs. RadRid was checking something out as I picked one myself. As I got up, who do I see standing behind RadRid? Mr. Gorgeous himself.

I can't stop smiling! RadRid looks at me, and now it's my turn to wiggle my eyebrows. She turns back, looks and him and then looks at me.

"You're retarded," she says.

"Whatever!" I sigh happily.

That's why I believe in Karma.
And I am also going to have happy dreams tonight.
Many many happy dreams!

Friday, 10 October, 2008

U is where it's all at!

What is your life rated as a movie?
U (G) Your life is rated "U", for universal.

Very infrequent use of very mild bad language, almost no séxual content and no drúgs involved - your life is very "safe". There is almost nothing that you are doing that would cause offence to someone!
Fun quizzes, surveys & blog quizzes by Quibblo

My Diary as a Teenager (Or just, MDT)

Consecutive post, yay!

Ok, so I was rummaging through my junk yesterday (I sometimes clean when I'm bummed out. Read post below) and I came across a very ancient notebook, which used to be my diary as a teenager. This was probably my only successful diary, written from the first page to the last. I guess the 'teen angst' had to come out somewhere, and my diary is testament to that. It contained everything: love, hate, anger, name the emotion, it had it! I thought it'd be a fun idea to share it with you, oh reader. The stuff isn't really that personal, so I'm not calling for public humiliation in any case! So here goes! My diary as a teenager..


Take a peak, if you seek
to be pulverated.
Take a peek, if you seek
to be exterminated.
The book contains stuff not meant for you to see..
So don't just scoff and turn the page with glee.

This diary belongs to Supriya Joshi

19th November, 2002

Dear Diary,
Hi! Watsup? This is my very first diary and I'm gonna write all I can and whatever's on my mind.

Ok, there's this guy I know (let's call him Rambo). He's a really nice guy. Very sweet! I think I'm in love!

But there's another thing. Guess who I saw yesterday? (Instert name of boy I had a crush on forever..let's call him McGumbo)
AAAHHH!!! He was looking soooooooooo hot! But he never looked at me and I never called him also :(. C'mon! I didn't wear proper clothes! I was in my track pants! I looked DUMB! But I miss him...I wanna kiss his lovely lips, hug him. But it's not possible. I'm fat and ugly. GOD! I hate my self-image :(.

Anyways, I got to colour my hair! YIPEEEEEEE! My hair's red now, but it's hardly noticeable. So sad! But at least they're coloured!

Ok diary, I'll see ya tomorrow!

Hugs and kisses,

Those were the days, weren't they? Where life revolved around cute guys and you got excited over red hair.

Wait. Not much has changed even today!

To be continued.

Thursday, 9 October, 2008


I cried today. And no, it wasn't the soft, silent kind, where just a single tear-drop falls from your eyes. It was full on, full blown crying, and that too in public. I've cried like this after a span of two months.

I don't really know why I do the things I do. What's wrong with me? Even when I was crying, I was telling myself, you're an idiot. Am I expecting things to change just because I keep persisting? Do I think everything will be back to what it was just because I keep on doing what I do?

Ok reader, by now you're totally lost, and you don't know what I'm talking about. (But if you do, you need to be applauded). Let me just give you a hint. This relates to the X. 'Nuff said.

I know YOU think I only write negative things about YOU, but this is not negative at all, cause this is not YOUR fault. But if YOU feel bad, sorry.

On a happier note, I'm having pepperoni pizza tonight. Yay! Ok, I know, Pizza isn't exactly health food, but I'm bummed right now and I need junk food in my system. 'Nuff said.

I know I haven't updated in a while, but I will soon! Some surprises are coming soon!


Monday, 29 September, 2008

The other 'C' word

Chubby cheeks,
Dimpled chin,
Rosy lips, teeth within,
Curly hair, very fair,
Eyes are blue, lovely too.
Teacher's pet, is that you?
Yes, Yes, Yes!

No! No! No!
That's the thought that comes to my mind everytime I think of this nursery rhyme. You see, as long as I can remember, I have been associated with this song. Let me elaborate:
1. Chubby cheeks : Check.
2. Dimpled chin: Check.
3. Rosy lips: Check.
4. Teeth within: Check.
5. Curly hair: Check.
6. Very fair: Check.
7. Eyes are blue: Let's change blue to brown, ok?
8. Lovely too: Mmm..Check.
9. Teacher's pet, is that you?: Hell no! no! no!
The way I am brings about two reactions from people (usually strangers); either extreme shock/disgust/repulse or at the other end of the spectrum; a feeling of fondness. I have been called names that would send a normal man spiralling into depression (but since I'm used to it, I've gotten stronger and unconcerned). But if there is one word that kills me a little whenever someone calls me that is:
Ahem. Now that that is out of my system, let me explain myself. Ever since I was young, that is the word that has always been associated with me. Aunties/uncles/grannies call me cute, my friends call me cute, heck, even young kids call me cute.
And cute also comes in a package deal, by the way. If you're cute, your cheeks will be pinched by a multitude of people. "Ooooooooh choo cuttttttteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" *pinches cheek violently* If you think about it, isn't cheek pinching/pulling a form of molestation? You violate my personal space by touching me without consent. Think about it. And oh yeah, just to be clear, cheek pinching hurts like a BITCH.
I also consider being called cute an insult. Why can't you call me beautiful or pretty? Please reserve 'cute' for humans below the age of 10. Not 22-year-old women.
So, if you've seen Pamela Anderson's film Barb Wire, where she says "Don't call me babe", just remember...
Don't call me cute.

Saturday, 27 September, 2008

40 Things

Know more about me.. (I think? Taken from Pretty Nikki's blog)

[copy paste the questions...answer them very very innovatively & post it on your blog.]

1. Height? 5'8
2. Have you ever done heroin? Nope..I'm straight..Oh wait.
3. Do you own a gun? I am not allowed to.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? I get more nauseous than nervous.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? Delicious.
7. What's your favorite Christmas song?? Silent Night..Holy Night..
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Warm water with a twist of lime.
9. Is your bathroom clean? It's clean enough!
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?(or accessory) Chunky necklaces.
11. Do you like painkillers? I used to..eons ago...
12. Do you have A.D.D.? [Attention Deficit Disorder] It's a common misconception amongst people that I may have A.D....*stares at a thumbtack* OOHH! SHINY!!!
13. whats your name? Supah Dupah Iggylicios
14.Middle Name? La La
15. Favorite singer of all time? Aamir Khan (C'mon! Aee, kya bolti tu is classic!)
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: Water, buttermilk, lime juice
17. Current worry? Where will I get a job..?
18. Current hate? Not being able to eat junk food
19. Favorite place to be? My bedroom, buried within my sheets
20. How did you bring in the New Year? Sleep. Snore.
21. Where would you like to go? The African Savannah
22. Do you own slippers? Yup! Pretty Puma ones
23. What shirt are you wearing? None. I'm wearing a sleeveless top
24. Favorite color(s)? All the colours on the rainbow
25. Would you be a pirate? Arr! I already am matey!
26. What songs do you sing in the shower? Classics from Govinda movies (eg. Tu hai timepass!)
27. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? Skeletor
28. Best bed sheets as a child? were really soft
29. Worst injury you've ever had? Major scraped knee
30. How many TVs do you have in your house? Zwei (Two)
31. Who is your loudest friend? I think I am the loudest of all!
32. Who is your most silent friend? one
33. Does someone have a crush on you? Hell yes!
34. Do you wish on shooting stars? Every time I manage to see one!
35. What is your favorite book? The Road by Cormac McCarthy
36. What is your favorite candy? Crackle
37. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? Sowwy..I don't intend to marry!
38. What song do you want played at your funeral? Highway to Hell!
39. What were you doing @ 12 AM last night? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
40. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Omg..where's my leg! *after looking at it* Ohh..I have pretty legs!

Monday, 22 September, 2008


Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one,
You have been the one for me.

Wednesday, 17 September, 2008

The Chronicles of a gym-goer: Day 1

It all started a few weeks back when I was looking at myself in the mirror. Actually looking. I checked myself out from each angle, and I realized, heck, I am not happy with what I am looking at. And I felt something should be done about this.

Now, I am the kind of person who usually forgets about promises of a healthy lifestyle in a matter of seconds. But somehow, something was different this time. My thoughts kept naggig me, and finally, I gave in, and I decided to join the gym.

This would not be my first time, however. Make that the sixth. Yup. I have had five previously failed attempts at gymming, all ending with bed rest. I wanted this time to be different.

The gym smells were so familiar (sweaty t-shirts mixed with disinfectant). A sense of nostalgia hit me, and I felt this time I would be successful.

So the formalities were done. The fees was paid. And I was ready!

While watching some people work out, I was wondering, why is it so hard to loose weight and so easy to gain it? Now I would have to give up all my junk food cravings, all my sandwich binges, and I probably would have to cut down on going out, cause then, I would inadvertantly be stuffing my face with things that are not good for me. -sigh-

So my first day at the gym began and came to an end in half an hour (being my first day, the instructor did not want to make me work out too much). And it felt good.

I just hope this enthusiasm of mine doesn't end! And these blog posts will be testemant to my efforts, and a reminder to myself to keep going. C'mon people. CHEER FOR ME!!

Tuesday, 9 September, 2008

Monday, 8 September, 2008


(Note: The following conversation was a mix of Marathi and Hindi, which has magically been converted to English in this blog post)

"What's your name kid?" I asked, whipping out my camera.
"Dhhuuvv..what's that?"
"It's a camera. What's your name again?"
"Dhuuv!" he said, louder this time.
"Dhruv?" I asked again.
"That's what I've been telling you! So that's a camera?"
"Take my photo," he said, smiling shyly.

"Sure! Why don't you stand next to the window?"
"Is this good?" he asked, standing where I wanted him to, expressionless.
"You're a pro!" I exclaimed, taking several pictures.
"I like how the train goes over water. How does it do that?"
"Well, the train run on tracks, and there are tracks over the water too!"
"You're lying!" his mouth was opened wide.
"Nope! I never lie!" I grinned.
"Is that spit?" he ased, pointing at the silver paint on the window pane.
"No, that's paint. If it were spit, it would be wet. See?" I said, touching the bumpy silver coating.
"Hmm. But what if the paint is wet?" he asked.
"Well, it would stick to your fingers, and then you'd have to wash your hands with soap."
"I wouldn't like to touch wet paint."
"Me neither."
"My mother is calling me. My stop has come."
"Oh! Well it was nice talking to you kid!"
"Can you send me my photos?"
"Sure! But I'd need your address to do that."
"I can't give you my address."

"Because my mom has told me not to talk to strangers."

Wednesday, 3 September, 2008

Bitch Slap

Warning: Abusive language and violence


It's the Bigg Boss!

Some comments I read about the Bigg Boss 2 contestants on their website. These are all true, and hylarious. Read on!

Ahsaan Qureshi

Kick him out if u want to run the show (Yes..because since he is in the show, Endemol loses $2 billion everyday)

Posted by: pooja at : Sep 01, 2008 at 11:31 PM
S!@!e rahul mahajan se jalana band kar (%^&%$#%$@%@@!!!!)

Posted by: vani at : Sep 01, 2008 at 10:22 PM
Your comody is very well. I like your comedy.
hope you win this game (I like your comody too)

Posted by: shri at : Aug 30, 2008 at 08:15 PM
I like him because i like him (Really? Wow!)

Posted by: nadeem at : Aug 30, 2008 at 06:45 PM
Hai u win my herooooo (hmm....)

Posted by: saket sharma at : Aug 30, 2008 at 11:10 AM
Hai u will win
saket sharma (HMMM...)

Posted by: saket sharma at : Aug 30, 2008 at 11:09 AM
Wish u that u will winn
saket sharma (Umm..obsessed much?)

Posted by: saket sharma at : Aug 30, 2008 at 11:08 AM
1111111 (2222222)

Posted by: 1111111 at : Aug 29, 2008 at 10:42 PM

Alina Wadiwalla

Hi, alina this nikhil 21yr old male from new delhi i have been watching you since begining,,i like to say one that you are really beautiful...Atleast for me i really don't know about other's...At last but not the least..If you will be nominated i will give 1000 vote that's for sure...Keep rocking. (1000 votes! This dude is rich!)

Posted by: Nikhil Vaish at : Aug 30, 2008 at 11:20 PM
I lik bcause u r very gorgeous n smart (But what do you lik? Lollipop ya popsicle?)

Posted by: sivia at : Aug 30, 2008 at 06:55 PM
This serial is wonderfull serial
i am daily watching the serial i always enjoy (I also like daily serial of Bigg Boss)

Posted by: mohammed suhail at : Aug 30, 2008 at 04:45 PM
Dont cry like child be brave & sexy u vil win i m with u darling god bless u (Only sexy people can win Bigg Boss. Case in point: Shilpa Shetty and Rahul Roy)

Posted by: mike merchant at : Aug 30, 2008 at 02:35 PM
Ure kool, lolzz like totally, i guess ure an nri, lolzz so am i, just wanna say, ure the best, oh and ure kinda cute (Lyk, Totally!)

Posted by: Ashe Kapoor at : Aug 30, 2008 at 12:04 AM

Ashutosh Kaushik

He is a jhakkasssssssssssssssssss among all. He is the only laughter person in all. My best wishes for ashu to make big boss (What's a laughter person?)

Posted by: Varun Mittal at : Sep 02, 2008 at 12:31 PM
My god he is a typical byaji in the house. I hate him. (Racist Alert! Racist Alert!)

Posted by: Rani at : Sep 02, 2008 at 11:58 AM
Oye hero mast hai na!
oye don't worry lage rahna! (Oye! Kya comment hai Oye!)

Posted by: paddy at : Aug 31, 2008 at 04:17 AM
Ashu play cheap game. It directly effect on the image of town. People like u demage the impression of town. Try to improve ur personality. Otherwise u have to do lots struggle for success

Posted by: hema at : Aug 30, 2008 at 01:47 PM
I really like ashu his language .........Bhaiya....Ossom..And d most important thing he understands people relly well!! Good luck dear!!!!!!!

Posted by: Meghna at : Aug 30, 2008 at 02:32 AM

Debojit Saha

I hate him,hate him, hate him, hate him , hate him,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
(So, how do you feel about him again?)
Posted by: maadz at : Aug 30, 2008 at 10:24 PM
Hii your teeths help me in remebring my rabbit teeth they were so cute and you r also cute you should win (Someone get her a carrot please!)

Posted by: avina at : Aug 30, 2008 at 03:44 PM
Debu i lv u very much......Tomake jittai hobe......Plz.......Amra sobai tomar sathe achi.............(Tu kay bolli?)

Posted by: Sayani Ghosh Dastidar at : Aug 30, 2008 at 12:16 AM
Sir ap mahan hai ap ka is show me kisi se koi mukabla nahi hai pls is tarah k show me na jae ap pavitra logo me se hai pata hai gana use hi ata hai jisme maa sarasvati ka niwas ho sir pls (Pls sir..PLS!!!)

Posted by: vishal at : Aug 29, 2008 at 03:05 PM

Jade Goody

Hi i am mandar.I am the big fan of big boss 2. I miss gade goody very much.I wish she will get well soon.And i love big boss 2 (Gade Goody..*snicker*)

Posted by: mandar at : Aug 31, 2008 at 12:10 PM
Bakvasssssssssssssssssssssssssss (Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)

Posted by: rahul at : Aug 31, 2008 at 10:47 AM
Bloody ediot (Her, or you?)

Posted by: rocket at : Aug 29, 2008 at 08:05 PM

Ketaki Dave

Vote her please shilpa do not vote out her out (Does Shilpa vote people out? I didn't know! Shocking revalation!)

Posted by: arsh at : Aug 30, 2008 at 11:05 PM
Vote for arara (Arara zindabaad!)

Posted by: arsh at : Aug 30, 2008 at 05:13 PM

Monica Bedi

100 chuhe khake billi haaj karne challi. Vote her out. (Eeew! Monica eats rats!)

Posted by: Anup at : Sep 02, 2008 at 05:32 PM
Hey monica i warned you on 28th of august that keep distance between you and rahul but you never. The result you are nominated with rahul. Rahul is very much cleaver like his father. Also he is big ashiq. You are not miss world just play your game. Okey..? Otherwise the public will through you out from this game.

Posted by: satnam singh at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:30 PM
You are looking very cool and intelegant lady, be careful from rahul. (Why didn't you listen to him? Oh can't. There is no access to internet in the Bigg Boss House!)

Posted by: satnam at : Aug 28, 2008 at 05:25 PM
If you loose then recounting will be done so don't worry. (Sanjubaba! Wohoo!)

Posted by: SANJUBABA at : Sep 02, 2008 at 09:08 AM
my name is jignesh gosai.
i like monicaji.
if you read my msg so plz give me a answer " kya aap mujse saadi karogi "

Posted by: jignesh gosai at : Sep 02, 2008 at 08:50 AM

Payal Rohatgi

Payal,you are the beautiful of the world.I like all your activities.I want to take you to usa.

Posted by: sanjaya at : Sep 02, 2008 at 02:20 PM
I want to meet you in personnel.First of all i want to talk with you.I am an engineer in computer science working in a mnc.Please talk with me please my wish is high.

Posted by: sanjaya at : Sep 02, 2008 at 02:16 PM
She is very beatuful but you have not bater becacused ....... ...............#,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,% (Kya?)

Posted by: Atul kumar sharma at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:48 PM
Grat performances, rahul,payal and monica,. ..
but in national channel regularly using "bombay" words by kataki has to be stop, now big boss has to give warning to ketaki try to use 'mumbai' while speaking in big boss (Jai Maharashtra)

Posted by: vrusha at : Aug 30, 2008 at 06:03 PM
She is dirt in big boss so ugly looker rahul wife is more beautiful thn her (Posted by Rahul's ex-wife)

Posted by: JANVI at : Aug 30, 2008 at 09:53 AM

Rahul Mahajan

All veiwers of biggboss2 pls do vote for rahul save him he need your help this time

Posted by: nupur at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:57 PM
Pls save rahul from alleviation,the true human in the game

Posted by: nupur at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:55 PM
Rahul is a true person he has defeated his life but hope all viewers who loves him not leave them defeated in this game show.God bless u

Posted by: nupur at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:52 PM
Hi rahul my cell balance was over,so i m sending msgs through net,my request to all viewers of biggboss pls do vote for true person,do vote for rahul

Posted by: nupur at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:50 PM
Pls save rahul
pls save rahul
pls save rahul
pls save rahul
pls save rahul
pls save rahul
pls save rahul
pls save rahul

Posted by: rajkamal sharma at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:24 PM
Dear all my friends i am send in one day 600 sms please save rahul and send sms rah to 56882
thank you

Posted by: Nilesh Mahajan at : Sep 02, 2008 at 04:11 PM
If big boss house rahul out then i am not seen big boss season 2 serial i am only seen because rahul in big boss house he is helpfull nature so keep voting now

Posted by: Nilesh Mahajan at : Sep 02, 2008 at 01:24 PM
Come up all mahajan parivar people keep voteing to rahul mahajan

thank you

Posted by: Nilesh Mahajan at : Sep 02, 2008 at 01:20 PM
You are boring rahul
tu kuta hai

Posted by: sanjay nirupham at : Sep 02, 2008 at 03:25 PM

Raja Choudhary

I like that ex husband of sweeta tiwari i hope he was win.

Posted by: chinbirh at : Sep 02, 2008 at 02:47 PM
Hy raja i am always heat you.Them you heart your wife. But when i see you on bigg boss. My think are change. Now i want you win biggboss. And settle your life. All pupiles know them you love also your wife and your sweet daughter. So we are pray to god and we want you win the biggboss. And your family also. Love you always.

Posted by: sunnymansuri at : Sep 02, 2008 at 09:11 AM

Sambhavana Seth

Show sexy figure not help you

Posted by: nagasaki at : Sep 02, 2008 at 12:33 AM
Sambhavna you are such a damn s!@#!!!!!

this is my wish to slap you a lot..

Posted by: Microsoft MVP at : Sep 01, 2008 at 11:26 PM
Honestly speaking i dont like you.Why you are dancing all the time !!!! There is no reason of your such acts!!!Just be normal.

Posted by: Sahabanu at : Aug 31, 2008 at 03:58 PM

Zulfi Syed

Julfi yar i like each &every thing abt u yar i like the way u talk u have become my role model in few days . Truthly saying

Posted by: gaurav at : Sep 02, 2008 at 05:01 PM
Julfi u r rock an u r so genuine person. I saw biggboss1 so i know u r attitued r same as rahul roy who was winner so we know u will win biggboss2.But u have to play safe game beware of sam and wish u best of luck. (He will..He will..ROCK YOU!)

Posted by: ankush at : Sep 02, 2008 at 07:24 AM
Thank god for decent eye candy on television... (Agreed!)

Posted by: Smita at : Sep 01, 2008 at 11:11 PM