Plateway To Heaven...

OMG. I just died and went to crockery heaven. Look at this picture!

(click to enlarge)
This picture was clicked by a friend who's travelling to Istanbul. And those aren't plates love, those are pieces art! Orgasmically beautiful pieces of art that you could actually use!


Remember this scene from SATC2? Well, ofcourse a closet like that would make any woman go weak in her knees...but but...what would seal the deal for me would be a beautiful kitchen. A big cream-coloured sun drenched kitchen, with French windows that'll open to a herb garden outside, a big oak dinning table and a kitchen island with a wine rack in the centre, a wrought iron pot rack with gleaming copper pots and a plates cabinet just for beautiful crockery. And I would so wear a beautiful white dress and look pretty and serve you hot piping food in those plates. And we could have hot soup in those soup bowls and I would pour tea from one of those colourful teapots and we could have our evening tea in those dainty little rainbow teacups and won't life be beautiful then? Wouldn't you say you're in heaven then? Won't you love life? And won't you hear the butterflies sing? And the flowers dance and the sky smile? Won't you love? Won't you?


Sigh, I so need to stop dreaming and get back to the "real world". Oohhh, someone buy me some crockery porcelain for heaven's sake! Or atleast take me to Istanbul! I'll buy those plates myself. Sniff.

Cruel, cruel, cruel world!

Yes, I'll get back to work now. Thank you.

Are We Breaking Up Again?

We'll be sitting in the summer sun and before you know, I'll burst into a million pink petals and I'll fly away with the breeze. Away. From the glorious you.

*****
I am lusting after Oranges. Mandarin Oranges.

*****
And that reminds me, Winter is here. And my lower lip looks like a pink orange.

*****
I missed you today, so I packed you a lunch. I hope you liked it.

*****
I painted my nails yellow. I feel 16 again. Yay? Yay.

*****
Is a woman beautiful only if men find her beautiful?

Does a woman's perspective matter at all?

*****
The sheer stupidity on this planet amazes me. Sometimes I wonder if expecting basic, bare minimum intelligence from people is asking for too much.

*****
Sometimes I wonder if I am stuck in a really bad novel.

*****
I have come to realise that I don't like very good people. I just can't stand the very nice, chaste, extremely moral ones. I like them with a hint of bad. I guess I can never really be friends with the lilly white or the sweet soul or the white knight. I will care for them, I will even be nice to them, but the one I love will always have a little darkness, a little black, a dirty spot.


The rose with the thorns. The beautiful lotus that grows in the muddy pond. The garden with the snake.


I feel comfortable around them.

Mori Araj Suno...

Can We Have A Pillow Fight?

If I count all the weddings I need to attend this December, December 2010, the count would probably cross 20. Not a surprise really, we are 27 already. I don't squeal with happiness when a girlfriend tells me she's getting married or act surprised when a guy friend says he's hitched. Marriage is now a fact of life. And every time I look at their pictures, honeymoon pictures, Bangkok and Rajasthan and Kerala and Mauritius, a strange feeling takes over. That sunrise, those cocktail shrimps, those flowers, that white neatly tucked bed, those are not ordinary pictures. Those are once in a life moments. Moments they waited for all their life. We all do. And maybe it's the wait that renders them beautiful.


Sigh. It feels like it was only yesterday, when I was listening to yet another Bryan Adams "Everything I do" dedication at the school fête and giggling. And now, everyone I know is getting married. I try not to make a big deal out of it, but it is a big deal. We've come such a long long way.


I feel positively ancient today. And alone.

*****

Will you dance with me
Take my hands and lead me,
With all my faults
In the ballroom waltz
That we might have done
Had we ever been young

It'll end in tears
But not for years
If you dance with me

Will you dance with me,
Me, with two left feet
You'd be showing me how
I'm no dancer now

But soon you and I
Could step into the sky
We'll go down in flames,
Of course, but love remains
If you dance with me

I'll make only sunny weather for you
The sky will be blue forever
I'll make only sunny weather for you
To keep me and you together

And you'll dance with me
In the rain, maybe
But we won't really mind
In the end we'll find
It was just a dance
And our little romance
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me

A Hopeless Love...

Her beautiful eyes twinkled in the starlight and her laughter sounded like little bells.
He looked at her small face, her beautiful smile and smiled at her silly joke.
He goes to the balls and soirees with her and he picks her up promptly at 6 and he stays sober through the night so he can be sane enough to drop her back home.
She wants to walk home today. "I love the weather today, don't you?" she asks him. He nods. "Let's walk today." He carries her shawl for her and holds her hand when her shoe heel gets stuck on the cobbled street and he carries her purse when she gets tired walking.

He goes to the balls with her, but he stands at the side and watches her dance merrily with other men. She's an amazing dancer, how gracefully she moves, how delicately. He dreams of a private performance but they never stand close enough. He's the patient listener when she tells him about the new love in her life and he's the convenient warm shoulder when the new man breaks her heart, one more, once again.

She kisses him on the cheek at the doorstep and thanks him as always. "You're so kind", she says today, "Why can't other men be like you?" And she's pouts and bids him goodnight and be gone. He stays back and breathes in her lingering perfume. He looks at the full moon today and wonders, why can't he be like other men?


He goes home alone, as always. Tonight he'll drown himself in his favourite tumbler, for tonight will be the worst. Tomorrow she's leaves town. Ofcourse he'll go see her off at the station and take a bunch of flowers along for her. He'll tell her how much he'll miss her at the parties and ask her to keep in touch. She'll laugh her tinkling laughter then nod earnestly and tell him she'll miss him as well. And he'll know that he'll never see her again.

Warm As Honey In The Sun...

A half full moon in Mexico City I think of you
And when I saw the Southern Cross I wished you had too
I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
But it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you

Oh, I've been spending half the year in a plane going up and down
And you've been seeing other people from a nearby town
Been obsessing and getting depressed about us
Excess baggage and other stupid band stuff

I wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before
I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
But it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you

When you said the veins in my left hand were shaped like a tree
Was that the very last time you really looked at me
I'm in training to become as cold as ice
I'm determined to protect my feelings to disguise

When I said I didn't love you I told a lie
Because there is no one above you though I try
Would you laugh at the time I spent calling your name
Over and over and over and over again

I wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before
I wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before
I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
But it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you

The trouble is I got me close to hating me
And when I wake up in the morning it's your face I see
Oh, you once made me feel less afraid
You've got me pouring myself over this page

I wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before
Ooh, I wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before
I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
But it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you
I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
But it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you

Smile!

Oh what a beautiful beautiful story!



The power of a compliment. So often we forget. A genuine "thank you" and "you look so nice today" and a smile? What power it holds! What a huge huge difference it can make to a person's life. We all need a little validation from time to time. That we are good, we are beautiful, that we are helping make someone's life better. Tell someone something nice today. Smile at someone. Make someone feel beautiful today.


And start with the people around you. Maybe your parents, your friends, your partner, your colleagues. Maybe even yourself.