Another Arbit Observation

Was watching IIFA awards last night and as Mr.Aditya Narayan(Udit Narayan's cute son whose voice was the sole kid voice in playback in bollywood during the late 90s), who is now a smart,well dictioned and verbose anchor, was conducting the "Walking Into the IIFA" curtain raiser asking celebs what(read 'Who') they were dressed in,I happened to notice something- Most couples that walked on the Green carpet, had the man leading without any inkling of the woman being far behind, giving a feeling of they not walking in together or as a couple;or holding hands, such that again the man walking ahead almost gave the impression of pulling the lady into the show!!!

But there was one couple that at least walked together looking the most graceful in the process, and that was the super-hyped couple of Bollywood- Abhishek and Aishwarya...

And this definitely is one of my arbit observations, no bias or favor for Abhishek Bachhan :)

Tum se hi...Tum se hi...Shor mein khamoshi hai ..thodi si behoshi hai ..Tum se hi...

Aisa mehsoos karna ...kahan gaya...

I thought that with loving myself more and respecting myself more, I would love you less and forget those days that still pierce through the heart like the sharpest edge of a blade.......
I thought.........just thought.....

Setting up a ghar(or as Karan Johar would call it "Makan")

For once I could feel the import of the words Deepti (fondly called Pandeji) had once mentioned: I wish to get married so much from the fact that my expenses could be shared :)Bemused as some would be who have not faced this - I would remember this time of moving into a place,as quite an experience, purchasing small necessities to larger durables- things for the house that I am supposed to transform into a "ghar from makan" to justify to my mind that I am creating a work-"life" balance, or a semblance of it. With Mom being there last week, to set up things and make me want to come home after work (although there seems to be no "after" work in Sales),I was able to delay the acceptance of the staying alone reality of my job.But when yesterday I walked into my house in the morning, that hollowness almost choked me.So much so that a mere 5 days visit of my Mom made her presence such a logical and natural expectation of my heart,such that sleepy headed me still recognised my lone toothbrush in the holder and was jerked into my current reality.

Though there is absolutely no end to the work I have, and actually to write this post I have decided to postpone some of it to the morn of tomorrow,it is just what sums up all the small minutes that result in another day gone from my month (thats the classical way a Sales person thinks).Added to that is my stint at a superwomanly act by doing everything myself be it washing,cleaning house, cooking all times..woops..while I write it also I cannot believe I am talking about myself!

I just wonder if there were no books, how would I survive!!!!

Awaiting announcement for boarding my flight yesterday,somewhere the hallucinated 5:30 AM brain of mine started wondering what it would be like if there was a place like this airport, where we could sit and hear announcements being bombarded at us that sounded like: "Jet Age Airways announces its flight S XX to the year 1995 as ready for departure.Passengers travelling to the year 1995 by this flight are requested to board the flight through Gate No 3 on the Ground Floor.This Flight is a hopping flight and will stop at the year 2001 for 40 minutes only. As a special feature of our airlines, we allow passengers to get a peek of 2001 by alighting from the aircraft for not more than 20 minutes. Jet Age wishes all its passengers a happy journey into "13 years ago"!!

Guess this is what happens after racing through a hectic two day meeting being glued to your chair and making analysis and decisions, forgetting what the planned Agenda sheet actually mentioned..and coming out at 10.30 PM with the Minutes of the Meeting Sheet as a better judge of the efficacy of the meeting than contents assimilated by your brain!

::To see all the places I had walked when I was happy

:: And wonder when did all the laughter die

::When destiny became a dreaded word,

::Yet, the only constant part of life

Ghar ...aur ...Shauhar

Finally getting my posting,I have been doing House hunting for a while now..and the process somehow makes me think this sure must bear some similarity with the whole hunting(pun intended) for the right groom-an institution we call "Arrange marriage" in India. This might have a lot to do with my recent frequent situations when I,happening to run out of important things to update my mom about(albeit for a few seconds) find my mom slipping in
the "M" word in her ever so soft voice.Now I am not a full-blodded feminist who deosnt believe in marriage and loving a man phenomenon- I am all for people getting married whenever they want (or dont want) and to whoever they do. However, I somehow cannot digest this "Arr-ange"marriage concept-- of meeting people with that purpose in mind of selection/rejection (unnatural to the core!!) and taking decisions of compatibility basis an hour long conversation and may be a couple of telephonic chit-chats. I am not trying to be cynical about this whole thing and the happily arranged married couples need not spit venom or precious advice at me,I cannot imagine MYSELF as part of this whole process..but due to my recent transfer, as I went from one house to another figuring out where I could "accomodate" myself better I started finding a lot of possible similarity.

So not a single house brought the exclamation "WOW- This is it" , but I kept weighing, not the pros and the cons, but more than that the cons that I could live comparatively better with- in short- the problems/lacks i can "accomodate" or "compromise" with...does it sound familiar to the already married.
Anyways, since I have never sat through meeting a guy,yet,I may be just over-exaggerating the comparison and being harsher than I should be...Btw- have finalised on a house at least!!

Unprecedented Series: IPL comes to an end

What an amazing Finale to the Indian Premier League!!Absorbing to the core...
Though for me the dampener begun with both my favorite teams- Delhi and Punjab- out of the tournament yesterday, beaten badly in their respective Semis,today was a befitting final to the series and format of the game. I started with supporting Chennai (now that I am based in the south) and Dhoni ("mere gaon ka") was captaining the team, but as the match came to the last 5 overs, the excitement and thrill was almost unmatchable and the only thought running in my mind was that it would end in a bowl out - but that kind of divine justice does not happen always (!!). In a way it was good to see the confidence displayed by the youngsters(Under 19-ers), especially the likes of Yusuf Pathan and Jadeja in a series where they started by being the underdogs- simply for not having Star pull (either in the form of Bollywood or Cricketers), but admirable confidence, focus and "josh" took them through.
Somehow I had a discomfort seeing that the IPL started with each team having the firangs in it play better than the Indian counterparts..and that finally the only Foreigner captained team won the "INDIAN" Premier League :(
But then as my friend put it : " a deserving team won and its a sport- a game of cricket" may be the thing to remember will be the IPL as a trend setter for a lot of change in this game of cricket and not having SET MAX as the first channel on most remotes anymore.

From there to here...

As i was flipping channels, i saw that Sony is showing "Mohabbatein" ...2000 it was I guess when I was in XIth and this movie was released..as I did for most movies, I dragged my family into watching it 2nd day 3rd show,poor dad of mine, slept through the movie which he found as stupid as it could get, while I sat at the edge of my seat absorbing all the Yash Choprian ideal of romance and magic..college life and love...the dream-iness of it all that subconsciously fed my "idea of love and life"....How I used to gorge on Jane Austen books and Yash Chopra/Karan Johar movies (not that i dont do it now) innocently adding those ideas and "happy endings" into the grey cells of my brain that kept further sharpening the contours of the image of love i had in my heart.....
And eight years down the line, how facetious things seem...the movie appears as a cut out from a Puppy Romance pulp fiction with each page marked by flying dead leaves and "mohabbat gyaan" being lashed out!! And definitely the movie is the same the dialogues are the ones i had memorised(and somehow still remember- this is how memory plays tricks on you by remembering the inessential always) only "I" have changed...come a long way from the adoloscent belief in true love, happy endings and mushy romance..a long way from mushy romances and "made for each other" convictions...a long way..or Have I ??????????

Finally...Blog it is

Finally....even I have started blogging....
What happens when a person is posted in a small cute town Madurai situated at the farther south end of India...selling biscuits and chasing numbers, experiencing a very different culture, trying to understand people and conversations through their expressions (because the language is unfathomable), following IPL as a cricket crazed fan with no social life...
Blogging it is...my way to express and socialise(!!!)