tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55902722841122202342024-02-07T12:04:59.286+05:30Out of Focus9 out of 10 dentists recommend this blog.Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.comBlogger202125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-79013903421063676782013-09-13T02:30:00.001+05:302013-09-13T02:30:38.654+05:30The Fabulous Man, and Am I One?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Part 1: The Fabulous Man</b><br />
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Yesterday, my friend and I were at a railway station, waiting for a train my friend was to board. As we were standing there, talking, something magical happened. Rather, someone magical happened.<br />
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From a distance approached this mystical being. A man, not taller than 5 feet with the waist size of Kate Moss was walking towards us. Actually, he wasn't walking. Walking is for lame earthlings like me. His walk had purpose. This man, his walk had fantastic swagger. He was swagging.<br />
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His hips swayed to ramp music perhaps we were too deaf to hear. His catwalk could have given even Naomi Campbell a run for her money. I was mesmerised. And so was my friend, and everyone around who looked at him.<br />
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As I unabashedly stared at him, I saw he was talking on the phone. And as he walked past, I heard him speak in the loudest, most high pitched voice ever. As if his swagging wasn't enough, this man gave us more.<br />
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He walked the entire length of the platform that way. I stared at him until he completely disappeared in the crowd. And it was then I decided I wanted to be this man. This fantastic person who was just being himself. This fabulous, fabulous man. The Fabulous Man. That's what I decided to call him.<br />
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They say that some people walk into rooms and own them. Well guess what? The Fabulous Man owned the railway platform. And if ever I see him again, I am going to tell him that he is fabulous and I want to be him.<br />
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In fact, I think we all need The Fabulous Man in our lives to remind us to not take ourselves too seriously. And to be fabulous, of course.<br />
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<b>Part 2: Wherein I am Made to Question my Gender</b><br />
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This incident occurred not even an hour ago. It was around 1.30 in the night then, when all the crazies of Bombay take to travelling by train. Seriously, I have met some very weird people at this hour. And today was no different.<br />
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I was coming back from work, and my stop was approaching, so I got up and stood near the train's door. Another woman (?) got up behind me. I felt a tap on my back. I turned around, and it was the woman (?).<br />
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<i>"Aapka naam kya hai?" </i>She (?) asked.<br />
<i>"Supriya," </i>I answered, without thinking twice about telling my name to a person I had never met before at 1.30 in the night.<br />
<i>"Kahan rehte ho?" </i>She (?) asked again. This time common sense prevailed and I didn't just hand her (?) a detailed map to my house.<br />
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"<i>Kya aap whdunsuhdueh ho?" </i>She (?) asked. I couldn't understand, so I asked her (?) to repeat.<br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"<i>Kya aap whdunsuhdueh ho?" </i>She (?) asked again. I still couldn't get it, and at this point I was getting annoyed.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>"Kya?" </i>I asked again.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"<i>Kya aap ladies ho?"</i></span><br />
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What. Did I just get asked if I was a man?<br />
What?<br />
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How do you even respond to a question like that? I didn't know what to say. So this woman (?) asks me again. I said I was a woman. She then asked me if I was married and if I had children.<br />
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Fortunately my stop arrived and I sped, without looking back even once,<br />
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My first reaction was anger. But then I remembered The Fabulous man and felt a little better.<br />
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Once I got home, I took a long hard look at myself. Do I really look like a man? Why would someone ask if I was one? I am not the most feminine of dressers, and neither am I very demure in my mannerisms. Does that make me a man?<br />
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I don't know. How would you deal with someone questioning your gender? Let me know in the comments.<br />
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Until next time, stay fabulous.<br />
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Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-71544530942684556552013-09-05T14:38:00.002+05:302013-09-05T14:38:34.495+05:30Winning Awards and Other Happy Things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Even though I have been out of the blogging circuit for a while now, I was recently bestowed with a Liebster Award from the very cool Nikhita, who has an amazing blog called <b><a href="http://nmahtani.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Of Chaos and Couture</a></b>. I am so happy to be acknowledged for this blog of mine... inconsistent and often silly as it is, it is still mine, and I am grateful! Thank you, N!<br />
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A Liebster Award is an award given by bloggers to bloggers. Once you have been nominated for a Liebster, you have to do the following:<br />
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1. Acknowledge the nominating blogger.<br />
2. Share 11 random facts about yourself.<br />
3. Answer 11 questions the nominating blogger has created for you.<br />
4. Nominate 11 bloggers who have less than 200 followers. They should be bloggers that you believe deserve some recognition and a little blogging love.<br />
5. Post 11 questions for the bloggers that you nominated to answer.<br />
6. Let all of the bloggers know that they’ve been nominated. You cannot nominate the blogger that nominated you.<br />
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1. As I mentioned before, thank you Nikhita! I have been reading your blog for a while now, and I have some favourite posts, which I keep coming back to from time to time. Also, I was inspired to buy Happy by Clinique after reading your post on <a href="http://nmahtani.wordpress.com/2013/08/15/perfumes-for-every-occasion/" target="_blank">Perfumes for Every Occasion</a>. (I love it!)<br />
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2. And here are 11 random facts about me:<br />
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1. I have an unhealthy obsession with makeup. Even though I do not use much on a daily basis, I have an urge to own all kinds of makeup. The most expensive thing I own is a YSL lip gloss which set me back by almost Rs. 3000.<br />
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2. People like collecting stamps, I like remembering dog breeds. Clearly, I love dogs.<br />
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3. I don't watch movies or TV shows if people tell me to watch them, no matter how popular they are. However, one day if it strikes me that I should watch it, I watch it obsessively in one go.<br />
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4. No matter what movie I watch, I go and read its Wikipedia page just to confirm I didn't miss the plot.<br />
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5. I stalk strangers on Facebook, but I find it particularly enjoyable to stalk teenagers. I don't know why.<br />
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6. My top two favourite pop culture villains are Darth Vader (Star Wars) and Gus Fring (Breaking Bad).<br />
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7. I waste a lot of time on BuzzFeed.<br />
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8. I can go from being completely social to a hermit within a day.<br />
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9. I have very weird pet peeves. For example, I hate when Indians, who have never even gone abroad, speak in a fake accent with foreigners. And I hate them with a passion.<br />
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10. My favourite season is winter. I love being cold.<br />
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11. I love the smell of apples, but I hate eating them. <br />
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3. Here are the answers to the 11 questions I got from Of Chaos and Couture.<br />
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1. <b>Coffee, tea, or chocolate?</b> Since I am not addicted to any kind of beverage, I am going to say chocolate. Specifically Dairy Milk Crackle.<br />
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2. <b>Why did you start blogging and when?</b> I started sometime in 2006. I started blogging because at that point I felt I had a lot to say, and maybe someone could empathise.<br />
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3.<b> What is your favorite workout?</b> Eating chips in front of the tele is working out, right?<br />
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4. <b>If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?</b> I am going to say New York. From what I know, it is a better version of Bombay, my love.<br />
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5. <b>What is your favorite dessert?</b> Kheer made by mom.<br />
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6. <b>Name a book or movie that changed your life.</b> This is going to sound very lame, but Wake Up Sid had a huge role to play in the person I am today.<br />
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7. <b>Name a mantra that you live by.</b> Satya, Prem, Karuna. This means truth, love and kindness.<br />
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8.<b> Describe your perfect day.</b> Sleeping in till 11 am, a great home made lunch and Hum Saath Saath Hain on Zee Cinema.<br />
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9. <b>Do you eat to live or live to eat?</b> I love food so much, I live to eat.<br />
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10. <b>What is one trait you wish you had?</b> Self-control, definitely.<br />
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11. <b>Name one thing you’re grateful for today.</b> I am going to say crows, because they are so photogenic!<br />
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Unfortunately, I cannot fulfill point 4 of the requirements for the award. As I said, I have been so out of blogging, and I haven't read too many blogs either. But I promise to give this away to deserving people soon.<br />
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And that's it! Thanks for reading.<br />
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P.S. I have received so much feedback for my previous post. All I can say is I am overwhelmed. I will do a follow up post soon. Bye for now.</div>
Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-64516500484188945672013-08-29T17:40:00.000+05:302013-08-29T17:40:25.555+05:30Fat Shaming. It exists and It Hurts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When was the last time you flipped through the television and saw an obese person as the lead character? When was the last time you saw a movie which treated an obese person as an actual human being rather than a comedic device? Never? I thought so.</div>
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Fat shaming is something that has been in existence since a very, very long time. Ask any obese person about their daily life, most will tell you they were bullied that day because of the way they look. I am a fat person too. Worse, I am a fat woman. And every day that I step out of my house is a living nightmare.</div>
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Everyday I am met with stares. People look at me with a range of emotions-from absolute disgust to disbelief. I have had men and women double, even triple back at me, if they happen to overtake me while walking. This is what I live with every single day of my life.</div>
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I wish it ended there though. After the stares come the giggles, the whispers and the obvious name calling. There is not a single thing you could say about me that I haven't heard before. Moti, saandh, haati,The Big Show, Yokozuna, are some of the more regular ones. Children walk up to me and laugh at me. They ask why I have such a big face. I have often brushed their comments aside in the hope that perhaps it is their innocence that is making them inquisitive about my appearance. But it is not so.</div>
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Children are conditioned to believe that anyone who doesn't look like them are to be mocked. Sometimes they learn this from what they see on TV and movies and most of the time they learn this from their parents.</div>
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So many times I have observed parents poking their children, encouraging them to look at me and laugh. If this is what they are taught by their own parents, how will they know any better?</div>
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Being fat is one of the most difficult things to live with. Being a fat woman, doubly so. Not only am I called names on the basis of my looks, I am also harassed with sexual terms. One day, I was walking with a friend and we were passing by a group of men. As we were walking past, one of the men shouted, "Ghar jitna bhi bada ho, darwaza to chota hi hota hai na!" They all burst out laughing. At that moment, I wanted to kill them all. And in all honesty, if I could get away with murder, I would have.</div>
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I have the best family, and some great friends who support me no matter what I look like. Yet, they will never understand the amount of shame I am made to feel everyday. If these people, who know and love me do not judge me, why should strangers?</div>
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Unfortunately, conditioning happens both ways. So while people are made to believe fat is ugly, I am made to believe that too. I have extremely low self esteem and self worth. I do not believe any man will ever love me, I mean why would they? Look at me! It's come to a point where I now consider myself asexual because I know there is no point in even hoping for love for a person like me.</div>
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My passion for travelling has been diminished because of fat shaming. Travelling in Benaras was the worst experience of my life. It was so bad that I would plug earphones in my ear and put Metallica on blast just so it could drown the name calling and laughter. I now find comfort at being home and not going anywhere. It's my safe haven.</div>
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There is a lot more I could say, but as I am going through this post, it is sounding more and more like a pity party, but sadly it is my reality. Not only that, this is also the reality of every fat person you have ever known. Some have very carefree, happy go lucky attitudes, but I can say with all earnestness that it is a front. Inside, we hurt like crazy.</div>
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So, why did I wrote this post? Obviously, I am angry, I am hurt. And hope as I might, this post is not going to make a difference to people's outlook towards fat people. But maybe a parent reading this will teach their child about love, compassion and understanding. Maybe a bully reading this will understand what his/her victim feels like when they call them names. Maybe a fat person reading this will empathise. Maybe they will share their stories.</div>
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Or maybe nothing will happen and I just wrote this to let off some steam.</div>
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Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-92115629948176205382012-10-24T23:38:00.002+05:302012-10-24T23:38:29.314+05:30Being Alone is Cool Sometimes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you've been single as long as I have, you sort of learn to be self-contained and happy with yourself. I have friends, sure, but I find joy in taking myself out on 'dates'. And as I have learned, these come with a lot of benefits too. So, even though I risk sounding like a #ForeverAlone person (which I am, so more power to us!), I present to you five reasons I like going out alone:<br />
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<b>1. No More Waiting!</b><br />
So I am not the most punctual person around, but it really irks me when someone doesn't arrive at a stipulated time and you have to sit around and wait for the person to show up. When you take yourself out, there's no waiting, baby! The minutes or hours you would generally spend waiting for your friend/date to arrive can instead be spent on having that extra mug of beer.<br />
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<b>2. MOAR FOOD!</b><br />
I do not enjoy sharing food, not particularly. Eating out by yourself is the best way to avoid stray hands grabbing your french fries. It also makes eating a more pleasurable experience. Instead of engaging in conversation, you engage yourself in the gastronomical sensations you experience while eating.<br />
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Hate such conversations? Well, you won't have them if you're taking yourself out. Go wherever you want, the world is at your disposal. New abstract art show at the museum none of your friends want to go to? Go by yourself! French documentary about chairs no one wants to see but you? Go go go! Don't let someone else decide your plans and do exactly what you want to.<br />
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Being alone gives you a lot of time to contemplate, think about the bigger things in life and perhaps even get answers to some important questions. Go to a coffee shop, grab a cuppa and zone out into contemplation mode. Grab a notepad, write. Making things clear is a lot easier when you are with yourself.<br />
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Last week, I was at a seedy bar with my friends and there was this woman there all by herself, drinking, smoking, the works. And I thought to myself, "Wow. Badass!" Being out with yourself gives you an air of mystery and a general badass vibe. And what else can a #ForeverAlone person ask for anyway?<br />
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So there you go. Going out alone sometimes can be an enriching experience and I urge you all to let go of your awkwardness and inhibitions and take yourself out. It will be fun, I promise.<br />
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Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-59163831511365010752012-09-30T01:57:00.001+05:302012-09-30T01:57:18.717+05:30The Burning House<div><p>"If your house was burning, what would you take with you? It's a conflict between what's practical, valuable and sentimental. What you would take reflects your interests, background and priorities. Think of it as an interview condensed into one question." - theburninghouse.com</p>
<p>I have often found answering questions like 'If I die tomorrow, what things would I do/If I was stuck on a lonely island, what would I bring/What is my all time favourite movie?' very difficult. It is almost always difficult for me to narrow down on things that are really important or lifechanging for me. Maybe because I have so many.</p>
<p>Then I came across someone's very interesting photo project called 'The Burning House'. The premise is simple enough-the photographer photographs items of sentimental (or otherwise) value a person would grab if their house caught on fire.</p>
<p>As I browsed through the hipster-like, sometimes pretentious, items (I mean, someone had said they'd take Ayn Rand's 'The Fountainhead' with them. Can you say Hipster?) I began questioning myself about this topic. What things would I grab if my house caught on fire?</p>
<p>The obvious things came to me first-wallet, phone, camera and important documents. The bare necessities were a given. But when it came to things of sentimental value, I was absolutely stumped. At first I racked my brain, trying to think of pretentious books I could carry, but realised I had none. None that I'd re-read anyway.</p>
<p>Would I carry that photo album my late grandfather made for me? The one and only love letter someone once wrote for me? My diary as a teenager? My favourite T-shirt I own since 1999? Or something else?</p>
<p>I have no definite answer, because the above is a tiny fragment of a huge list that is my life. So many instances, so many memorabilia and so difficult to choose one that means most to me.</p>
<p>I suppose what matters are priorities. And once I have that figured out, I will revisit this question and maybe have a concrete answer. Till then, I pray my house never cathches fire.</p>
</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-42474897653699707882012-09-28T13:29:00.000+05:302012-09-28T13:29:31.717+05:30Friday Links<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Here are some amazoballs links I have encountered in the last week. If you haven't seen them already, go see them. Your amusement level will definitely increase.<br />
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1. <a href="http://thedoghousediaries.com/4531" target="_blank"><b>Things That Blew Your Mind When You Were A Kid</b></a></div>
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2. Worst Movie Death Scene</div>
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3. <a href="http://www.starwars.com/play/online-activities/crawl-creator/" target="_blank"><b>Star Wars Crawl Creator</b></a><br />
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4. <a href="http://samosapedia.com/from/Delhi/2" target="_blank"><b>The Best Delhi definitions, ever</b></a> (Sample: Vree <i>verb. </i>Feel anxious, worry. Example: "<i>Oi, koi nahin pakdega (nobody will catch us). Daunt vree so much!</i>")<br />
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5. <b><a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/whitneyjefferson/the-cast-of-full-house-reunited?fb_action_ids=10151221424554462&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=288381481237582" target="_blank">The Cast Of “Full House” Reunited </a></b>(Except the Olsen twins. Sad.)<br />
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6. <b>Tunak Tunak Tun Meets Metal</b><br />
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8. <b><a href="http://xkcd.com/1110/" target="_blank">One of xkcd's best and brilliant time wasters</a></b></div>
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9. <b>A firangi's commendable take on Sunny Paji's 'TAREEKH PE TAREEKH!'</b></div>
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10. <b><a href="http://heartranjan.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/the-curious-case-of-uday-chopra/#comment-1256" target="_blank">The Curious Case of Uday Chopra</a></b></div>
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Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-10737630966067785332012-09-27T15:52:00.001+05:302012-09-27T15:52:55.626+05:30Fuck Me Sideways<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The human condition is one that I will never be able to understand. I have tried, several times, but I have sadly been quite unsuccessful in my understanding. This is not to say that I am above human, a demi-God like figure sent to this planet to understand the ways of the homo sapiens.<br />
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Though that would have been mighty sweet. And a potential plot for a blockbuster Hollywood movie (I'd like to think).<br />
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Simplicity, as a type of behaviour, is lost somewhere. The same can be said about consistency. You may argue that no person can have a consistent behaviour, there are often mood swings. That is true, but there is also a simplicity attached to those who are moody and have strange behavioral patterns. You expect them to act crazy one day, and normal and chirpy on the other.<br />
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What about those who you think you have figured out, and BAM they bitchslap you out of nowhere? What about those you thought have pretty consistent behaviour and BAM, they snap at you?<br />
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The bottomline is BAM. I will never understand people.<br />
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Dogs, on the other hand, are pretty cool customers. I wish people were more like dogs. I'd understand them so well then.<br />
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Or maybe wish I were a dog. I'd much rather spend my life sniffing dog butts, chasing my tail and eating my own poop than to try to figure out a person's personality.<br />
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Maybe I could. But then you'd just call me crazy.<br />
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Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-34644538252162508692012-09-20T02:09:00.001+05:302012-09-20T02:09:47.946+05:30The Little Things<div><p>It's 2:00 am in the morning, and I cannot find sleep. Instead, I find an all consuming rage and a hint of self loathing.</p>
<p>There are some who quite enjoy this state. These are also those people who constantly complain all the time. I am not one of those people. </p>
<p>I am also not a perfectionist. I'd like to think I try, but that might come off as a lie.</p>
<p>What I would really like is the life of a snail. Sometimes I liken myself to one. And I even make up for the lack of shell by constructing an imaginary one all around myself. I retract in this shell quite often. No one else is allowed in.</p>
<p>Routine sickens me. I find no joy in the usual. Is life really the same thing over and over again? Since when did we get stuck in this infinite loop of sorrow and misery?</p>
<p>I also hate when people have very utopian ideas about reality. Such people romanticize even the mundane. That, to me, is one of the most difficult things to accept.</p>
<p>What is to become of me? Where am I going? Am I even going anywhere?</p>
<p>Questions. Questions. Questions. Instead of finding the answers, sleep finds me.</p>
<p>Good night.</p>
</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-29268788251341991372012-08-10T22:28:00.001+05:302012-08-10T22:28:34.193+05:3018 Things I Want<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have to tell you this. My current obsession on the internet is this amazing website called <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/" target="_blank"><b>Thought Catalog</b></a>. If you haven't visited the website, quickly do so. And bookmark it too. It features some very insightful, silly and inspirational articles I have read in a while.<br />
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Recently, I came across this article on Thought Catalog called <b><a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/18-things-i-want/" target="_blank">18 Things I Want</a> </b>by Gaby Dunn. I liked the article, and it inspired me to write something similar. To quote her post:<br />
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So here I go. Here's my list of 18 Things I want right this very moment. Written live. Let's see how this goes. Share your list on your blog too. And pass me the link so I can read.<br />
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1. A dog. Doesn't matter what breed.<br />
2. Really, really long, voluminous hair.<br />
3. A lipstick that lasts all day no matter how much you eat/talk/make out.<br />
4. Someone to make out with.<br />
5. The metabolic rate of a supermodel.<br />
6. The ability to never gain weight.<br />
7. Shoes that would actually fit my huge feet.<br />
8. A time machine that would take me back to the 90s. Then I'd break it and never come back to the present.<br />
9. Finish the entire Game of Thrones series.<br />
10. Get George R R Martin to finish writing the series.<br />
11. The ability to follow through on all the decisions I make in life.<br />
12. The destruction of email so we could go back to writing letters again.<br />
13. The ability to never, ever sweat no matter what.<br />
14. A hair removal cream that kills the hair follicle forever so I never have to shave again.<br />
15. A soft, sensual kiss.<br />
16. The ability to let go and move on.<br />
17. A trip to Spain.<br />
18. The ability to be a better writer.</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-12380461974212287362012-07-29T02:17:00.002+05:302012-07-29T02:17:53.823+05:30Game of Thrones, Anime and Lost Ambitions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;">Yesterday, I was travelling by train when I chanced upon a very interesting conversation that took place between three college girls. And unlike the usual </span><i>"aaj kitni garmi hai na?" </i><span style="background-color: white;">or </span><i>"dinner mein kya bana rahi hai?"</i><span style="background-color: white;"> conversations that usually occur in the Ladies' compartments, this one was quite unique. And it held my attention for the longest time. </span></div>
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Someone once said "The youth is wasted on the young." But these three girls proved it wrong. Dear Japanese speaking, anime watching, Game of Thrones reading girls, wherever you are, a salute to you. Go forth and prosper. And remember. Winter is Coming.</div>
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</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-10732892522846506442012-07-23T13:17:00.000+05:302012-07-23T13:17:37.072+05:30Moving On<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>Life is all about changes, isn't it? The sooner you accept this, the better your life, in turn, will be.</i></span><br />
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On Friday, 20th July, 2012, we had to move houses. From a home where we spent more than 20 years, we would have to start all over in a new one. For the longest time, I just could not come to terms with that, so I chose to ignore it. But as the moving day came closer, my heart kept sinking. Everything I saw around me started reminding me of particular memories.<br />
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The old house had not been painted in very long, so paint was peeling all over. But there was a distinct shape this had created on the wall above my bed. So when I woke up everyday, I saw that mark, which to me looked like a horse. Somehow, this horse-like shape was very comforting to me.<br />
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There were a lot of such small things around the house that made me feel really sad. The day the movers were supposed to come home, I did not want to wake up at all. But once I started packing stuff myself, I just did not have the time to be nostalgia.<br />
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13 hours later, our house was empty, as was I as I took a stroll around what used to be my room. Suddenly, everything seemed so 'pariah', as they say in Hindi. I did take one last look at my horse-shape mark and it was still as comforting as ever.<br />
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And now, I am in the new house. It's been three days, and all of them have been spent in unpacking and arranging. I still don't feel at home here, perhaps in a while. Perhaps there will be a comforting mark on the wall here as well. Only time will tell. For now, I accept change.</div>
Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-85605291141308743472012-07-17T13:36:00.002+05:302012-07-17T13:36:51.108+05:30A Break, Maybe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello beautiful people of Twitter!<br />
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I have been contemplating this for a while, but now is the time to announce, I am taking a (temporary) retirement from this wonderful website. Since August 2011, I have had the best time, sending out silly tweets, getting to meet like-minded people and sharing LOLs along the way.<br />
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Recently, however, I have felt I have run out of things to say. I want to be funny and I want those who follow me not to question why they do. And to be honest, it will be very unfair if I can't tweet awesome sauce stuff all time to the amazing minions who follow me. So, it's time to say goodbye.<br />
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This retirement could be as temporary as an hour. Maybe a month. Maybe a year. I know I will return, but only when I am sure I can tweet meaningful things AKA actually funny dick jokes.<br />
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If you need to contact me, send me mails and naked pictures of yourselves on meblag at gmail dot com. And I will always be here on this blog, making super sporadic posts.<br />
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I'll see you on the other side. Till then, later, minions!</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-89476286432722955972012-07-14T02:40:00.001+05:302012-07-14T02:40:27.045+05:30On Photography<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Congratulations! You have just purchased a new DSLR. Believe it or not, this little device you hold in your hand can actually make you a great photographer. That is not to say you cannot achieve the same results with a regular compact camera or even your cellphone! The point is about making images that are timeless, and a camera is simply a tool to aid you capture pivotal moments.<br />
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As beginner photographers, we are all so excited about the kind of images we will make. The initial days with a new camera are the best, because we make so many images in that span of time. Unfortunately, this is also that time when we have the tendency to fall into a trap, where we start considering ourselves to be really, really good photographers. I will elaborate on this a little later, but at this point I would like to tell you a little something Henri Cartier-Bresson, the father of modern photojournalism once said - "Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst."<br />
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Can you believe that? Unfortunately, there is truth to this statement. So, how do we become better photographers? What should we do to make our 10,001st image a masterpiece? Following are some tips I can give you which will definitely help you along the way.<br />
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<b>Learn the Basics</b><br />
To be honest with you, I do not believe it is necessary to go to a specialised institute in order to learn photography. You cannot learn photography, you can only learn how to use the camera. What matters most is seeing, and how you perceive the world. It is all about how effectively you can translate your vision into a photograph.<br />
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So while an institute may not be able to teach you to see and perceive, what it can teach you are the basics of creative control. You can just as easily do this on your own by reading up on the various things your camera is capable of and how to harness these powers into creating your works of art.<br />
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<b>Revisit the Masters</b><br />
There is a reason why photographers Ansel Adams, Helmut Newton and Robert Capa are considered legends in the field of photography—it is the legacy they leave behind with their photographs. A great way to learn about photography and to get tips on how to improve your own style is by familiarising yourself with the works of such great masters. Read their interviews or works written by them. View and review their images. Analyse why they make for such great compositions. These masters should be your photography teachers and will certainly be able to take you on a path of better photography.<br />
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<b>Think Before You Shoot</b><br />
Before you make any frame, give yourself a second to think about what you are photographing. Is it meaningful? Will this make a great image? More often than not, we find ourselves making photographs of the poor and underprivileged, in the guise of practicing street photography. Before you do so yourself, just ask yourself one question—"Will my making this photograph make any change in this person's life?"<br />
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Another advantage of thinking before you shoot is that you will be putting a lot more ideas into your photographs and making intelligent frames.<br />
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<b>Steer Clear of Photoshop</b><br />
Photoshop is a great tool, as it has proved time and again. But if you are just starting out with photography, I suggest you keep away from it. I have seen more than the normal amount of images that feature selective colouring. It is one of the ugliest and most useless type of image editing. Just don't do it.<br />
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A lot of new photographers also severely overprocess their images, completely ruining it. Photoshop is meant to enhance your images, not make them jarring or look fake. You can always learn about this software in order to understand how to make minor adjustments to enhance your photographs.<br />
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<b>Be Confident</b><br />
Walking up to a person and photographing them can seem daunting, because we do not know how a person will react to our presence. In such cases, we become shy and stay away from photographing anything at all. You must learn to break out of this mold, because you may be missing out on a chance for a great photograph.<br />
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Photographing people is a very fulfilling experience. If you are hesitant in simply pointing a camera in someone's face and shooting, make eye contact first. Smile. Make conversation. And see how easily you will be able to make people photographs. If you can, email your subject their photograph, as it increases goodwill.<br />
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<b>Try Everything!</b><br />
In the beginning, we are not really sure about what kind of photography we want to do, so we become confused about what genre of photography we prefer. As beginners, we must try our hands at every kind of photography there is! Only when we shoot enough will we realise what subject we really like photographing, which can eventually become the genre of our choice.<br />
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<b>Be Careful of Criticism</b><br />
Remember when I was telling you about how we start considering ourselves to be really good photographers? Well, this point covers that topic. Facebook is a great website to showcase your photography. However, it also acts as a severe ego boost towards images that might just be sub-standard.<br />
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The most important thing to do is to never take any criticism you receive from your friends on Facebook to heart. They may just be saying nice things about your photographs just because they are your friends, or they may genuinely appreciate your work, you'll never know. The best advice about your work can come from someone you know will give you an unbiased opinion on your work. Always seek for the same.<br />
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And that's it! Before I end this article, there is just one more thing you must do in order to become better photographers--just keep shooting. And remember, rules are meant to be broken!<br />
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<i>If you liked this article, do leave your comments below. There is a lot more about photography I would love to share, and if you would like to read, let me know. If you have any photography related questions, or otherwise, you can email me on meblag [at] gmail [dot] com. Cheers!</i></div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-59445881718468980502012-05-12T15:16:00.001+05:302012-05-12T15:16:46.552+05:30Give Yourself a Break<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life means existing, doesn't it?<br />
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But does it mean mere being present? The phrase 'Get a Life!' has a lot more implications than what is observed from just the surface level.<br />
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Most will argue that their job keeps them away from 'getting a life'. Sometimes, I too fear that this life will end before I know it, and I will not be able to do all the things that I have wanted to. Some of these things include:<br />
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1. Lying in bed in a vegetative state for at least a week.<br />
2. Act in a play.<br />
3. Travel all over India. And the world, someday (I hope)<br />
4. Read all those books I had promised myself I would.<br />
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All of this will only be possible if you give yourself a break. Take some time for yourself. While having a job is important, it is also important to have peace and stability in your mind.</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-25218175320304761612012-04-24T18:45:00.002+05:302012-04-24T18:45:36.463+05:30Short Stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"You know what your problem is?"<br />
"What?"<br />
"You have no passion in life."<br />
"What do you mean?"<br />
"When was the last time you did something you truly loved?"<br />
"Last night. You."<br />
"I'm serious!"<br />
"So am I, honey. I love you."<br />
"You will never change."<br />
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René stared at the Eiffel tower. He squinted his eyes, and everything was a blur. He opened his eyes, and everything was clear again. He didn't think he would ever see anything more beautiful.<br />
"Is this seat taken?" she asked, her voice dripping with honey.<br />
"No," he smiled, looking at the Eiffel tower again. No, nothing would ever be more beautiful.<br />
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"All the wine. All the wine is all for me!" he staggered into the room. The front of his shirt was soiled with vomit, his shoes caked with mud. "Woman!" he hollered. "Come here, let me fuck you."<br />
Shauna was in kitchen, slicing onions for the roast. Robert loved roast.<br />
"Woman!" he hollered again, stumbling into the kitchen.<br />
"Hi Robert," Shauna smiled, her knife firmly in hand.<br />
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"I don't think I will never love again."<br />
I say that to myself a lot. Not since Jasmine have I ever felt a need to love someone. Sure, she left me, she dated another guy. I think she may not even remember me anymore. I have forgotten her too, her memory slowly fades away into some part of my existence that I don't like to think about. I'd like to think she's gone away completely. I still keep her severed head with me, though. It gives me company.<br />
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"I like you."<br />
"I'm into S&M."<br />
"Whip me."<br />
<br /></div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-5426565171236281372012-01-18T00:56:00.002+05:302012-01-18T01:00:17.750+05:30Untitled<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOL_zuKnLq3apMBcfRzkXAj5xhHE0DCwOdx5kKCfOHgHtRCagaF60URo-5rleCZ-_7yA_NTq44aNOTz7igbl-IiaFvSo4XZTvVnZPOt4myv-n8jyTR1ke0V3iaipgmpLhrW6DP_q9Ysw/s1600/tamasila-mihai.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOL_zuKnLq3apMBcfRzkXAj5xhHE0DCwOdx5kKCfOHgHtRCagaF60URo-5rleCZ-_7yA_NTq44aNOTz7igbl-IiaFvSo4XZTvVnZPOt4myv-n8jyTR1ke0V3iaipgmpLhrW6DP_q9Ysw/s320/tamasila-mihai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698685370352781394" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u>Image by Tamsila Mihai</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div>Sitting on a wooden bench, a pond of blue glimmering in the bright sunlight. Ducks flap their wings, hunting for those breadcrumbs Mrs. Belemy had scattered for them.<br /><br />The air smells crisp and clean. The sky is a blanket of blue, dotted by white, fluffy clouds. There is a woodpecker on a tree nearby, the silence around punctuated by its constant tek tek tek. The weather is pleasant—not too hot, not too cold. However, a strong gust of wind blow Sarah James’ skirt in the air, much to Nick Patterson’s amusement.<br /><br />There is green grass, flecked with yellow-orange fallen leaves. Two lovers sit under a tree, their bodies entwined, their lips meeting in soft kisses. At a distance, a family of four set a long pastel sheet on the grass. Johnathon smiles, as his 3-year-old Rickon tugs on his trousers, motioning hims to pull him in his arms. Johnathon obliges, and Rickon gurgles happily.<br /><br />Ned leans against a bench, a hardbound book in his hand. He adjusts his glasses and flips a page. There is a hint of a smile on his lips. He is reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. He has read the book thrice before. It reminds him of Shelby each time. He pauses for a moment, remembering her red, pouty lips, her pink nipples, those eyes of grey. His pants feel tight all of a sudden. Deftly, he adjusts himself, and continues reading.<br /><br />Ronald is on the other side of the bench. He takes a sandwich out of his bag and offers you one. It is a robust sandwich—ham, cheese, mayonnaise, and what looks like bits of lettuce. You never really liked mayonnaise. You nod your head<i> no</i>.<br /><br />There is something about Ronald, but you cannot point out what. There is something wrong. Like a crescendo, it rises in your body, your heart races a little faster. You realise you don’t like Ronald.<br /><br />Ronald offers you the sandwich again. This time, he pushes it into your hands. This terrifies you, and you want to run away. But you find yourself unable to move. Instead you throw that sandwich into the pond, the ducks immediately flocking towards it. You hear whispers around you.<br /><br /><i>“She hasn’t eaten in days.”</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i>“What do you think she’s thinking about?”</i></div><br /><i>“I don’t see a way…”</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i>“Lob…” </i></div><br />The voices trail away. They aren’t there anymore. Just Ronald, holding the sandwich, nudging it towards your mouth.<br /><br />You close your eyes tight, clench your fists. A dog barks in the distance.<br /><br />You open your eyes. It’s gone. Everything’s gone. No ducks, no benches, no lovers, no books. No Ronald. It’s just you. A white room, a glass of water, a half-eaten pill.<br /><br />And a sandwich.</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-16724938380217952542011-12-19T01:19:00.000+05:302011-12-19T01:20:44.579+05:30The Death of Coherence (1/2)There are a few things in life I have suddenly become quite adept at. The first of them involves staring at a blank document, and quite easily filling them up with words that suddenly make sense. Mostly it's just long sentences and fancy words, but I now find it quite easy to write a 500 word piece, in maybe, 15 minutes, tops.<br /><br />I, of course, attribute it to my job. My job requires I write. It also requires I photograph. But mostly, write. So that's what I do when I receive my monthly assignments. I get the topic, I stare at a blank Word document for roughly 10 minutes, and before I know it, I have already finished about 1/3rd of the assignment.<br /><br />Distractions abound a plenty. Earlier, my number one distraction was Facebook. But as time passed, and after a billion layout changes, I just grew weary of this website. Of course, I will also give credit to the people on my Facebook for my disinterest in the website. You see, the people on my Facebook are, to put it lightly, moronic. Too put it harshly, they are a bunch of buffoons, and I find retarded monkeys more coherent than they are.<br /><br />My anger stems from the fact that most of these people just do not know how to spell, or construct a sentence that makes sense. To support my 'bunch of buffoons' theory, I present you with the following proof:<br /><br />1. wer u made all dis stffs?<br />2. woz dat???<br />3. If a "HUG" represents how much "I Love You"... I would Hold "YOU" in My Arms "FOREVER"....♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥<br />4. The mst depressed moment in ur life is nt wen u r sad, its wen u hve lots to tell bt u dnt find tht spl 1 to hear u<br /><br />By now, I'm sure I've lost whatever reading audience I had. I apologize. But put yourselves in my shoes for a bit. This is what is sprinkled all over my timeline. Every day. It's either insane emo-ness, or grammar, and thereof, that leaves me dumbfounded.<br /><br />I thought of quitting several times, but social networking is a crutch, and it is very difficult to let go. But most importantly, if I quite Facebook, I would never know my friend's birthday. That shit is important.<br /><br />Since I could not go on any longer on Facebook, I turned to twitter. But more on that in my next post. Till then, stay pretty.Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-65141494170813886662011-11-21T16:14:00.002+05:302011-11-21T16:19:29.803+05:30...Did I die?Hi.<div><br /></div><div>We've gone through this before. This is where I tell you I haven't died, I'm still alive, just been neglecting the blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sorry, I really am. I just wish I had something to write about. There was a time when I couldn't go a day without blogging. Now it takes me days to think up a topic, and weeks to actually get down to writing them down. I do have ideas, but I just don't know how to execute them. So many blog posts have gone down the drain because I felt they were extremely useless.</div><div><br /></div><div>Should I just say goodbye, and let you get on with your lives? Is anyone even waiting for another post from me? I don't know. I do know that I miss you all. Extremely. </div><div><br /></div><div>Till I see y'all again,</div><div>Iggy.</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-36318947282556165462011-09-13T20:50:00.003+05:302011-09-13T21:12:03.949+05:3030 Days of Me - Day 4<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(18, 18, 18); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(247, 243, 237); "><i><u>Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.</u></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXRuhGCILe_1AUgISjAH4kJ-7hCq5l0x21QFg7-GpyTOU4NlAiNHTJnQswQA2njMhr6Cx3AMKG3OMzh7iLYqJ8wsf9GLTUhlh9ZHUxIZdvzQYUTiBBiZ9YiWzjXkhnIcUVHKNhe9lMp4/s400/23636_400594434461_675664461_4827221_1245827_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651865032503167154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>So here's a photo of my best, and only, friend in the world - R. I've hidden her face cause she isn't to fond of being in the public eye, quite unlike me.</div><div><br /></div><div>In fact, there is very little R and I have in common. She likes music that makes me cringe, I like music things that make her go WTF. We abuse each other, and share our love for alcohol quite equally. When we are hanging out, you will almost always find us laughing the loudest, telling the crudest stories. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love R because she gets me like no one else in this world. I can be myself, speak my mind, even fight with her, and she's always going to be by my side. We have had our share of problems, but we've always bounced back from them. Cause we cool like.</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now, both of us are caught up terribly with work, and find it really hard to keep in touch. But we've never been that 'OMG YOU FORGOT ME!' sort. We cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, so cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. Yes, we were both horribly drunk in this photograph. *hic*</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-15922631574517957682011-09-12T21:29:00.002+05:302011-09-13T00:20:11.390+05:3030 Days of Me - Day 3<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(18, 18, 18); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(247, 243, 237); "><i>Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/c9/a5/book,cute,girl,guy,hiding,kiss,library,love-c9a5ce43141b29b5059ca285195b89f5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 184px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>The reason it took me this long to get to this post is, because, I really had to think about it. First dates hold such significance, and to tell you the truth, I have never given this a lot of thought. I am, and always have been, an 'in-the-moment' sort of person, and I enjoy spontaneity.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regardless, I thought about it, and if my potential future first date is reading this, here's what I would like you to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Call me up at 4 in the morning. Ask me how I am. Get me confused. Ask me out. I am most likely to say yes.</div><div>2. Take me to a place I have never been before. Take me to a place where there are a lot of things, of different kinds. </div><div>3. Let me get a chance to know you. Talk to me about your favourite book. Engage in banter.</div><div>4. Take me to coffee. Don't speak to me when the food arrives, but look at me.</div><div>5. Smile like you mean it. Tell me I am beautiful. Watch me change into 9 different shades of red.</div><div>6. Drop me home. Don't expect a kiss. But if I lean in for one, don't hesitate and kiss me.</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's it. Such a low-maintenance girl I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>Future date, you don't have to follow this list to the T.</div><div><br /></div><div>Remember, I like surprises.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-29528304562868266682011-09-04T02:59:00.003+05:302011-09-04T03:15:27.378+05:3030 Days of Me - Day 2<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(18, 18, 18); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(247, 243, 237); "><i><u>Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.</u></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><i><u>
<br /></u></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmLlR7ssAjRp4AvH3mBLAY5B-mB2CNaZ5W9gka2rV1qOhsUU61upET8LkjLo6D9JfRy6_PClShJoC_RiLCBQjVMBRrzUN5YL4qMnLz2uISEml3oX1CF22Ze5zCZemTi7FJdI_xlG6xrI/s320/2011-09-03+23.44.03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648249489636861042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>So here's what I had for dinner today: A Sausage Sizzler. For some reason, I love pronouncing sausage as soo-saa-shuh. I also calls spoons 'shpauns', knives 'knofs' and forks 'fwakes'. Mornonic little quirks like these make the world a better place to live in, I think.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Anyway, so this monstrosity before you is the above-mentioned sizzler. 6 pieces of sausages on a bed of mashed potatoes, french fries and spinach. How glorious. Also, the food was super hot, and I managed to burn my throat, of all places. But the pain was worth it, because the food was good.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And that's it!</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-72447621573461990372011-09-03T00:43:00.003+05:302011-09-03T01:07:02.224+05:3030 Days of Me - Day 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Dbg03y_LjaH6a-Th5EP46YAhUbzyC-cvvT6RbHVvtxmKsJcOYoAnLMzUDshtl1GcMSQrQxR3L_ycNk5Ak06dV8IAQ5JgnOPI3Ysf03nJvy05mp2gF9pW9096KQKNcpM3ec_qlpkeXUQ/s1600/271824_10150274959299462_675664461_8799587_2885559_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(18, 18, 18); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(247, 243, 237); "><i><u>Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was</u></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(18, 18, 18); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(247, 243, 237); "><i><u>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So here we are, Day 1 of the 30 days of me challenge. As asked, here is a picture of me. I am not very fond of sharing what I look like to the public domain, but since it's a challenge, why not have some fun with it, eh?</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today was one of those days when I was returning back to work after a two-day holiday. You know that intense laziness that settles in your bones? That is how I felt, waking up to my alarm clock ringing in my ear. When the initial laziness settles in, then strikes the realisation that I have to wake up and go to work. Yawn.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Not that I don't enjoy work. It's just that a holiday means a lot more to a person who doesn't get many.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After that, my day has been pretty much regular. Slept in the bus. Slept in the train. Completed a few pending things at work and then sat there, twiddling my thumbs, thinking about life. For some time now, an intense amount of sadness has fallen over me, like this heavy quilt that just won't let go. When I get these bouts of sadness, I can physically feel my heart sinking to my stomach and I feel this need to cry. </div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>But I don't. I am quite comfortable with this facade of a happy person I have created for myself.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After that I accompanied a friend to a hyper market, because she wanted to buy some groceries. While she went on a cheese rampage, I looked around for things I could buy. I bought some cheese sausages, smoked chicken salami, french fries, pringles, tic tacs, amongst other things. It was fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Sometimes I think shopping is the only thing that makes me happy. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I returned home. Ate some dinner, and here I am typing this out. Not a bad day, indeed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you want to take up this challenge yourself, click <b><a href="http://boredandthebeautiful.blogspot.com/2011/09/30-days-of-me-reposting.html">HERE</a></b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;">For the original post, click <a href="http://punkpolkadots.wordpress.com/2011/04/22/30-days-of-me/#comment-976"><b>HERE</b></a>.</div></div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-85740615997001010422011-09-01T19:03:00.000+05:302011-09-01T19:03:10.218+05:3030 Days of Me! *Reposting*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So I was just going through this wonderful blog: <a href="http://punkpolkadots.wordpress.com/">http://punkpolkadots.wordpress.com</a> and I came across this challenge, which asks you to dedicatedly post random snippets about yourself for 30 days. And I decided to take up the challenge. Hopefully, this is incentive enough for me to get back to writing on a regular basis. Here are the rules, as stated on the blog!<blockquote>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f3ed; color: #121212; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.<br />Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.<br />Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.<br />Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.<br />Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.<br />Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.<br />Day 7 – Your dream wedding.<br />Day 8 – A song to match your mood.<br />Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.<br />Day 10 – A photo of your favourite place to eat.<br />Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag.<br />Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.<br />Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?<br />Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.<br />Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.<br />Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.<br />Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.<br />Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.<br />Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.<br />Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.<br />Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.<br />Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.<br />Day 23 – 15 facts about you.<br />Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.<br />Day 25 – What’s in your purse?<br />Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.<br />Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how you changed since then?<br />Day 28 – Your favorite movie.<br />Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.<br />Day 30 – A photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days</span></blockquote>
If you want to do this challenge with me, let me know. Also let the original blog poster know! I'm going to start this from tomorrow. You? </div>
Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-9914418182582428412011-08-28T23:35:00.003+05:302011-08-28T23:49:10.519+05:30I'm everywhereOh hello, fellow bloggers *waves*<div>
<br /></div><div>Here is where I'll admit - I'm the laziest blogger alive.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Probably the shittiest blogger alive too.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I have about 20 posts lying incomplete, in cold storage, and I find it highly doubtful if I will ever complete them.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I used to be quite frequent with the whole blogging scene, but then something happened.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>You know what happened?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Twitter.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And Tumblr.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I find it very difficult to write a cohesive post, when these two websites eat into all my time, and that is excluding the time I am at work, you know, working.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So here's a proposition: If you liked this blog, which is clearly dying, why not give my twitter and tumblr a chance too? I'm twice as funny and awesome there, believe me.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>My twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/supaarwoman"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >http://twitter.com/#!/supaarwoman</span></b></a></div><div>My tumblr:<span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> <a href="http://supaarwoman.tumblr.com/">http://supaarwoman.tumblr.com/</a></b> </span>(This can get a little NSFW sometimes, but hey, we're all pretty much NSFW)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I'm not saying I'm killing this blog, this is very much here.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I just don't know when I will update next.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I love you all a bit too much.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Bye!</div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590272284112220234.post-48717312921550791592011-07-23T19:36:00.002+05:302011-07-23T19:49:09.297+05:30Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara—Reviewed!<div><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3d/Zindaginamilegidobara.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 480px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3d/Zindaginamilegidobara.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b>Mili?</b></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >So I saw Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (ZNMD) today. If you're expecting me to go on about the value of life and how you must live each day as your last, I'm sorry, that's just not happening. Not right now, at least. I mean I do give spiels about life and how you must cherish it from time to time, but this movie didn't really make me go "OMG I GOTTA DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE!!!1!!!!1111"</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >After viewing the trailors and listening to the music from the movie, I knew that this movie will garner either of the two reactions from me—absolute hate or absolute love. Absolute hate because I am not really a big Hrithik Roshan fan. Ever since Dhoom 2, I've cringed each time he has opened his mouth to speak, specially in English, with that horrid accent (hey, he even pronounces his name Row-shun and not Raw-shun! Oh well...). In fact, I don't think I have even seen a Hrithik Roshan movie post Dhoom 2. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Absolute love because, well, Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy made me fall in love with the music of this movie. Each track is quite hummable, especially Khwabon ke Parinday and Señorita. Also, the cinematography and the colour scheme of the movie (Quite The Hangover-ish, by the way) looked like a very promising premise. I still went to the movie with a clear and open mind, and decided to judge the movie only once it ended. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I won't spoil the movie for you guys, but the only thing I got out of the viewing experience was the fact that I want, nay, need, to go to Spain. What a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious place! I have been wanting to go there ever since I witnessed my beautiful La Furia Roja defeat The Netherlanders in the FIFA World Cup 2010, and ZNMD just gave me a bonus incentive of sorts. I have even prepared a 'Spain ka Dabba', where part of my salary will go towards saving up for a trip there! Kudos to you, Carlos Catalan, for that fabulous cinematography. The beautiful locales of Spain were made even more breathtaking, thanks to your camerawork. My favourite was how the La Tomatina festival at Buñol was shot. Beautiful.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The editing was great too, specially during the high-adrenaline scenes. Anand Subaya, I swear my heart was in my mouth during the sky diving scene in Seville. Wow, really. And the bull run at Pamplona. Phew. Neato Burrito!</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now, to the acting. Abhay Deol, what is up with that gay demeanour of yours? Not that I have a problem with homosexuals, but were you playing one in the movie? What happened? Apart from that, I like you. Really. I thought you were quite believable. Farhan Akhtar... that voice. Urgh. Like a frog mating with a cheese-grater. The cherry on top of this rancid cake is getting him to read out those poems on a regular interval through the movie. Good idea Zoya Akhtar. Not.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hrithik left me pleasantly surprised. As mentioned above, not really a fan, but he got through the movie without annoying me once. No accent, not trying too hard, quite sweet, really. Katrina Kaif is beautiful, Kalki Koechlin needs braces, but yeah, overall, good stuff.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I believe the purpose of this movie relates to the title - Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. For me, the purpose was defeated. I got more 'I need to do something with my life' out of The Bucket List (the 2008 comedy-drama starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman) than I did with ZNMD. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >So if you ask me how I liked the movie, I'd just go "Meh."</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Go ahead, ask me!</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Side note: Did you know that Katrina Kaif's introduction scene was shot on a nude beach? She wasn't naked, of course (did I just hear a de-boner?), but I wonder how shooting went that day.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Side Side note: At the theater, during the interval: Mom - "Bobby Deol ki acting kitni achchi hai." (referring to Abhay Deol). Me - "Haan, lekin mujhe Javed Akhtar ki acting achchi nahi lagi."</i></span></div></div>Supaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09771162093046391956noreply@blogger.com5