Cheesecake...

Hot hot yummy delicious Old Spice guy is back!



I don't know what shit he's talking, for all I know, he could be talking about inflation, but good lord! This is hypnotism! This man with those muscles and that voice and those brown eyes and that smouldering look...it should all be illegal!

And then watch this,



 "Hello ladies", he says, in a voice that tells you far more than you would confess to know, and as that chocolatey voice caresses your little fluttering heart, you ma'am are ready to do his bidding...but but...isn't he being cruel when he asks you to close your eyes? How can a lady or otherwise close her eyes when he's on screen in his half-naked glorious beauty?


Having said that, Old Spice's tag-line, "The man your man could smell like", somehow would never work for me. For a simple reason, as a kid I remember my Dad used to use Old Spice everyday after his shave. And the only memory I have of Old Spice is...Dad.


For that matter, Sister had bought Ralph Lauren's 'Romance for men perfume' for Dad in 2008 and (somehow, it's always been us daughters buying Dad perfumes) and damn! Every time Dad wore it, I had to run away and hide, cause the fragrance really does something to your toes! So well, I had to buy him Hugo Boss and ban him from wearing Romance ever again. Problem solved, but Old Spice? Great marketing, but I won't make anyone buy Old Spice any time soon :)

Why I Hate Shahrukh Khan...

I officially hate you Shahrukh Khan! I hope KKR loses every single match in IPL4! Every single match! :|

We won't forget you Saurav Ganguly, never :( 

26 Going On 30...

I am not a list person, I never in my life made a list. Impulsive people don't make lists!:) However, I realise, I have so many thoughts running inside my head, so many things I want to do and learn and know and achieve, it's difficult to keep a tab on everything.

So here's a list: 30 things I want to do before I turn 30.

Some are overlapping, some interlinked, but mostly, all are possible and achievable targets. Let me hang this up on a wall now.


1)Be at peace
2)Stop running, stop hiding, stop waiting, stop looking back(regret), stop hurting
3)Forgive
4)Meet people I would want to be like
5)Understand myself; and then love myself
6)Keep learning; do not stagnate
7)Stop seeking validation
8)Be surrounded by interesting, intelligent people
9)Have more interesting conversations
10)Learn how to write
11)Relearn words and emotions
12)Learn how to argue well
13)Bungee jumping & sky diving
14)Love and be open to love
15)Travel, travel and travel some more
16)Cook more, read more often, paint and make things
17)Have my own house with a garden
18)Have a career that makes me feel happy and fulfilled
19)Be self-sufficient
20)Have a healthy body, mind and heart
21)Understand finance
22)Reach a stage where I am not confused; be sure
23)Learn a new language (mostly French)
24)Learn to be calm; think before speak
25)Have a pet
26)Exercise daily
27)Laugh everyday
28)Stop getting angry; learn to be patient
29)Stop wanting
30)Stop thinking of dying


I reread the list and I realise, it's not about 'things' I want before I turn 30. The things list, I guess, would contain points like, "Own something from Audrey Hepburn's wardrobe". The above list is more of a "state" list. I want to reach a state, where I am happy to be at and hopefully, all those 30 things should help me reach there.

CherryBottoms...

As I stare at my image in the mirror, I look at my trim thighs and I realise how fleeting youth is.

And I must remember what I silently, in my mind, told the little fat girl jogging in the gym the other day. I must remember my words and often repeat them: "Run fatty run".

Another reason why I am scared of getting married. #StuffNightmaresAreMadeOf

*****
My maid's daughter, Sindhu, came home the other day and asked for some work. She washed the bathrooms and windows and took home 150 rupees. This work was apart from the "regular" work she does. So here's the thing: She wanted to go shopping with her friends. Asked her mother for some money. Mother refused. So she told her, "don't give me money. I'll go earn it." Very nice. She wanted to go to the market to buy junk jewellery with her friends. I realise, at her age(16), I had spent a cool 40K on shopping, in just 1 month, from the account dad had opened for me as a gift for passing the 10th boards. Which was, I agree, quite shameful of me. So I should not be condemning her behaviour, unlike me at her age, she is atleast earning the money she's spending. However, I do find her behaviour, somewhat worrisome.

Financial freedom comes with its set of dangers. And I fear, this easy money might go to her head. She is after all just 16 and illiterate.

Or am I being judgemental?

*****
I realise, I am at a historical point in my life. Years later, this is the moment I will look back at and wonder about the what ifs; what if I had taken the other road instead. For, I am at such a point, where the decision I take, and I must make one, will alter everything. Will influence the person I become. It will change my life, forever. This is an important time.

And you honeypuddle, you, you will remain unsaid.

*****
I often fear that I might just throw my mobile or ipod or whatever expensive thing out of the window. Like there's this strong impulse, and I need to quickly mentally reprimand myself for even thinking such a thing. What a ridiculous thing! Does it happen to anyone else? Or is it just me? 

Too Proud To Love...

Everyone knows that the moon started out

as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar

flare that fled that hellish furnace

and congealed into a flat frozen pond suspended

between the planets. But did you know

that anger began as music, played

too often and too loudly by drunken performers

at weddings and garden parties? Or that turtles

evolved from knuckles, ice from tears, and darkness

from misunderstanding? As for the dominant

thesis regarding the origin of love, I

abstain from comment, nor will I allow

myself to address the idea that dance

began as a kiss, that happiness was

an accidental import from Spain, that the ancient

game of jump-the-fire gave rise

to politics. But I will confess

that I began as an astronomer—a liking

for bright flashes, vast distances, unreachable things,

a hand stretched always toward the furthest limit—

and that my longing for you has not taken me

very far from that original desire

to inscribe a comet's orbit around the walls

of our city, to gently stroke the surface of the stars.

- Troy Jollimore

Darling...

She was staring into the space, thinking about a plan. Pleased with it, she smiled to herself and then delicately sipped her coffee.

Some guy somewhere was going to be in trouble.

Melancholy...

Count to10, take a deep breath
Call him out, walk toward the fields
Wander swiftly, don't rehearse
Tell him, no emotions, just words
Ask him to leave, it's not working out
Be cruel, you don't want him any more
He'll survive, he'll find someone else
Someone at Rumours, someone in the streets
Turn around now, say goodbye one last time
Don't hug, don't offer love, don't offer friendship
Leave the bitterness, just leave, go home
Happiness is waiting for you, with a freshly baked cake and some flowers.