Enchanted

Mesmerizing me
is simple;
the only thing
you have to do
is talk

with that mouth
as it moves slowly,
in my head;
those eyes
that look into mine
and mine only;
those hands
that peck my arm
every few seconds
ever so naturally

I freeze
'cause I forget to breathe
every now and then
but I swear
I listen.

This post is even cuter!

Continued from This post is so cute

When you pull my cheeks and tell me how cute I am, don’t give me that look! I am not 2 for God-sake! Coochie-poochie. Calling me Golgappa and aloo!

I will continue to call some certain girl’s crush (?) gay ‘cause he has pretty lashes and there’s nothing she can do about it! If she plans to beat me up, she will soon be retracting her decision ‘cause she just might end up buying me ice-cream. I look THAT cute.

But listen, I am bad. Superbad. I will soon be brand-strategizing for bikes for a living. They don’t employ cute people. We are rough, dark and damaged. So basically you don’t wanna mess with me (applicable only if you’re expecting employee discount)

I can growl a few Bullet for My Valentine songs and I was once asked by a professor if I thought I might be mildly schizophrenic. Scared much?

I can take you out and kick your ass at an occasional game of Dog and the Bone. I will dodge you, take the hanky from right under your nose and scurry away like a rat (or a dog whatever, why is this game so confusing? There’s no bone to pick, literally. Neither does it involve barking) I am out to change perceptions about ‘small packages’ like us. Shorties of the world I call upon you to help me in my mission!

Oh btw Happy Birthday Shamanth!

This post is so cute

One never wishes to be called cute, atleast not when you’re 25. Actually not even when you’re 10. But hey, that time you have the hope of growing taller and prettier and you expect that at 18 you will be reach the ‘smoking hot’ phase of your life.

Except, more troubles happen. Like Acne, and well, good food, lip smacking Double Chocolate Cheesecake. Sigh. (I blame the country’s economy and the rising disposable income of upper middle class) And as it turns out, you stay the same height as you were about 10 years back.

Party. You put on your best dress. You utilize your newly acquired skills for make-up. Eyes could do some major damage on the dance floor. Dude, the cheekbones look killer; hell you never noticed you had cheekbones!

But you don’t cut it. You just don’t. ‘Hot’ doesn’t happen. Hell you won’t even go to the gym. You were cute at 10 and you will be cute at 40. This is not funny.

Any ideas?

My baby turns One!

Alter-native turns one today! Aww little tear forms :)

Over the past year I went through a myriad of emotions which, if I may, demonstrate via a few songs was vacillating between ATWA, Hello and Writing to Reach You. But now it seems to have sobered down a teensy bit and my mind breathes more like Always in my Head.

I will now go and celebrate with treating myself to a chocolate pastry! But in the meanwhile I will leave you with a fairly long list of people I personally enjoyed reading over the past year and will continue to do so.

Meghana Naidu

Soul sister, alter-ego, virtual girlfriend, midnight lesbian gtalker, facebook stalker, my personal blogger techie, I could call her a couple of more weird names! Though I have to admit her writing whizzes by my head at times, getting to know her personally has been an absolute pleasure. She is the kind of woman I will always aspire to be - fierce, fearless, funny and comfortable in her own skin. Just the perfect mix of sensitivity, practicality and horniness :P And it is reflects in her writing.

Gaurav Parab

To me he's been boy marvel since the time I first read him about 3 years back. His is the only blog I have read from post to post many times over. For someone who claims to not enjoying reading poetry, he has got tons of us lesser mortals hooked on to the same. His work, be it poetry or articles, seems effortless from one theme to the other, so simple and uncomplicated that anyone from the lowest common denominator to a poetry connoisseur reads and appreciates with the same fervor. Words, it seems, they find him and not the other way round.

Shagun 'Trisalien' Trisal
Brother from the same mother (and father), I wonder however. He amazes me with the kind of talents he has as an 18 year old. Though he does write only once in a solar eclipse, his writing is much more diverse, imaginative and mature than anyone I have read his age. The better half of Trisalien. W00t \m/

Amit Bhatia
There are people who start writing at the age of 15, grow at 20 and dare to show everyone their work at 23. Then they get married, have a kid, start to lose hair and inspiration. But this one right here claims to have started writing just a year and a half back, after a wife and a kid! And boy, can he write.

Satish Naidu
Critic extraordinaire. Once the author of a book on which a Hollywood movie was made and that he had critiqued, had commented on his post. (No, not Chetan Bhagat) I mean seriously, need I say more?

Shamanth Huddar
His 'in short', as he likes to call them, are thoughtful to say the least; like a 100 words being compressed to 10 with careful panache. Brevity is definitely beautiful and here it is intelligent and amusing too.

Agent Green Glass
She's a class act. How she makes the most banal of incidents in her life sound interesting and worth reading about is really beyond me! Her blog is always brimming with tons of laughs and positivity, even when she cusses. An any-time read.

Aniruddha Pathak
This guy has a heart of gold. On days when you feel angry, dejected or just basically cynical, reading a post of his makes you soar above your usual blah self, if only for a little while. The best part about his writing is it always reflects positivity, a spirit of calm or hope or just plain love, cut out and simple. It's a happy place to be at. It's hard to find a guy who emotes the way he does. Maybe that's why most of his followers are women!

Jason Evans
Can someone find out if he's involved with someone or not :|

Monidipa Mondal
Reading her I feel bad about my own so I don't read much of her but whatever I have read has taken my breath away. From the imagery to the being so articulate in describing every ounce of emotion ever felt, sometimes I feel she has lived multiple lives in one. She could be a monster, she could be a woman.

Fun Mistakes

Before

After

What we made of the wall last night

must be painted over;

to mask the ephemeral art

that drew itself under spirits

of the unusual kind

As you like it

On our winter mornings
she will be the trickling light
rejected by thy pupils

Page

And all he could do
to thank her, was to dedicate
one chapter of his book

Justify

Salt of my eye
becomes the proof of our love
on his mouth.

Backstreet Boys: This is Us. I think not.

Back in the day I was one of the biggest Backstreet Boys fan I knew, complete with posters and merchandize, even stationery I wrote on the first time I wrote to my first love. I can safely say that I have heard every album till Black & Blue atleast a 1000 times. Now, I didn't even know until a few minutes back that their newest album released in September last year.

Of course I had to preview it, for old times sake and the fact that I hope each time that it's better than the previous, whether I am listening to them or not. Just for the love we shared, just for the unmailed poem the girl wrote for AJ when he was in rehab, just for the 14 year old who put her ear right onto the speaker and cried every night to "I need you tonight". Unfortunately and it breaks my heart to say it, they sound bored and stale, even more than in their previous album. They have tried to team up with T-Pain to sound more current and "with-it" but it's not working. It makes me sad, it really does. What do you do when you feel that the only thing that you could do with your career is not good anymore? Sure you can start a restaurant, have your own reality show, collaborate with lesser known musicians on their albums but doesn't it kill you to lose the one thing that made you? The one thing (I assume) they have probably loved more than anything in the world. The work that didn't seem like work and so much so it broke relationships, made them take drugs, go to rehab to bounce back because of the strength of that love.

Except I feel somewhere down the line they lost themselves. I still know they are a talented bunch but I guess some things are not meant to be, not for a second time perhaps. They've seen their best days, so have I. But I don't want to be around while they self-destruct.

R.I.P. Backstreet Boys.
You will always be loved for all the love you taught us when we didn't even know what it was.  

Kisko pyaar karoon, kaise pyaar karoon?

It's a funny thing when you're single. There comes a day you wake up and say "Yaar, what the hell. How long can I possibly be happy or sad about my own issues?" So, you decide to fuck all this I'm independent, I don't need a guy to make me happy BS and declare to the world that you're officially single and this time definitely ready to toss up the dormant shizzle.

Since it doesn't take for a genius to figure out I'm talking about myself here, I will tell you my summarized tale about trying to look for love or otherwise.

So started a fervent search by my girlfriends in trying to find me a decent guy (whatever that means) Often, I'd see them chew their nails, staring at me and dart at me with an almost Eurekan expression "I know a guy who would be perfect for you!" as the following conversation would prove almost disappointing.

Exhibit (a)
A friend recommended an old friend of hers who did his MBA from one of the best B-schools in the country in finance. Almost immediately I drifted to the time when I was still with my ex. Going from engineering to MBA during our erstwhile 6-year old relationship our conversations evolved from "Our relationship is like F1 car's chasis..." to "Our relationship is like home loans..." which I later deduced must be about the sub-prime crisis, I retorted with a NO! No finance guy.

Investment Bankers. Out.

During this process I have made a new best friend who seems more than willing to be my guy contributor. She has 17 ex's whose profiles range from Neurosurgeons to Drummers to Mechanical Engineers to History Majors. I'm not even kidding! Hooking up with either of them wouldn't even be as interesting as it is when she talks about them.

Exhibit (b)

(during one of our regular conversations)
Japanese Princess: Archie, how about a film maker?
Me: Where do you find such guys?
JP: He's really hot and very sweet.
Me: Hmm.
JP: And he's really really good in bed.
Me: He's not much into alcohol and smoking up, is he? I want a fun guy, you know, a fun person like me.
JP: (stares)
Me: So! He's really good in bed or what?
JP: (pursed lips, nods in slow motion)

The other day a batchmate of mine told me as he blushed that I am his ideal "take home to mom" type. I almost cried, with joy. I would've hugged him if we weren't in the train between two coaches near the toilet area.

So yes, all hope is not lost. All this apart from the fact that I have now planted friends in Delhi, Mumbai and Bangalore who would hook me up depending on where I would get a job. 3 months and this girl is going to paint *insert the city here* red. Weehee!

P.S: All references to my ex could be exaggerated. He's a damn neat guy and still single too. Anyone wants his number? I recommend him personally, 100%.

Resolution for the decade

Eh I don't think my plan will fit in a year so I thought a decade should be enough. Here goes the multi-step process.

a) Get a job in Mumbai
b) Take up music seriously
c) Work hard, get some gigs and get famous (Hopefully a few years from now when you search my name on Google, it won't throw up results such as 'architect trial')
d) Land an international gig (or just enough money to travel to an Incubus concert)
e) Sleep around with a few backstage people to get me to meet Brandon Boyd
f) Really click it with him in the first meeting so he invites me to some party
g) Go to the party
h) Date rape him
i) Get pregnant
j) Extract child care support
k) Have his babies who would sing, write, read Carl Jung, play the didjeridoo and paint, and of course have killer looks

OK let's do the math. If I get done each process in a year, but of course combining steps e, f, g, h and i, I could get this done in about 7 years. Yeah, sounds about right.

Decade of the Doer

I seriously don't know where to start! As bittersweet it is to leave the sheer emotional exhaustion and massive creativity of 2009 behind, and as anxious I am about 2010, which for all the right reasons should play a part in turning my life around, I find myself overwhelmed by the bigger scheme of things.

Imagine, and I'm not talking about my personal life here, just imagine, how this decade might turn out! We will not experience music the same way, there will be no albums, only singles, everybody will be a musician! Maybe all movies will become 3D and even though the same is there in a few theme parks, the chairs will move, water will sprinkle on our faces as we experience and I really mean truly experience a movie, a fucking live fantasy! The GRID will replace the internet and the 'internet' speeds will be 10,000 times faster! There will be no hard drives! Nanotechnology might emerge by 2020 and can you believe, with those tiny molecules painted on your walls, using a remote control you would be able to change their color to suit your mood?!?! Our lives will be governed by our mobile phones but you know, I do strongly feel that human goodness will prevail :) 

Will get married, have kids, spoilt little digital natives those cute things :) But on the downside, climate's gonna go for a toss. Hopefully, we will collectively play a part in doing something about it.

I am in complete and utter awe, blessed to born in this era, where the progress exceeds the challenges to create bigger challenges. Wow.

Now what happened to that job that still eludes? Happy Boo Year! Hehe.

Hope this year you learn something new, open up your eyes to the world around you, spread joy or and just be plain nice! It's simpler than you think :) Muah muah to life. Cheers!