The Impromptu

'Bitch', he called her
and she reeled around in shock.
'You fucking bitch', he shouted
and she kept staring at his hollow soul.

'you don't know anything', he screamed
and she wondered what he meant.
had she not shown enough care?
what bout all convictions she had bent?

she knew he had loved her.
respected him she had too.
but she had warned him it wasn't forever,
he knew it all too well, didn't he?

then why the drama now she wondered
she had made everything clear
she was trying her best to cope with
all the mess created in blithe.

or blithe she thinks it was
and had turned out not too pretty.
but she had not been a fake or phony
for him to be at her mercy.

she had not hid what was true from him.
he had run away from what he knew was true.
and after all they've been through,
he blames her for all his hurt.

true she was confused;
she is all but human
wasn't he confused too when
he said it was all off hand?

but he was in love; never once casual;
and lied to her to pacify her fear
can she call him a liar? she can!
but the world sees her as the whore.

free will she said and she meant the same
free will for him to decide his stance.
he chose to go ahead her way
a no looking back, no strings attached way.

his options were clear, enjoyed every moment
and so did she; he became most important.
but separation, it did beckon as predicted
and he couldn't bear her loss, he was addicted.

can she blame him? no she can't!
he was in love; can that be helped?
who can blame one in love?
the world sees him as a saint.

can he blame her? no he can't!
she warned him of what was to come.
but is that good enough? they ask.
maybe not; after all he was in love!

and so it settles, she, crowned the bitch.
yes she was true but not true enough.
yes she had constraints; not good enough.
and as she cries in haunted disbelief,
'Fucking bitch' he shouts once again.

pic courtesy: picasa web albums-esther

Take It Easy...

aaayeeeee... and i have been tagged yet again! (by vinay.. grr :x ) pls pls.. bus karo... ppl will stop visiting my blog if i keep taking up tags like this... but well.. this tag was interesting.. i liked it!!

The rules:
1. Put Your iTunes/ music player on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!!!
After you've answered all of the questions, tag other people and then let them know they've been tagged to do the meme themselves.

- IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Respectable by Don Mclean (aaahaa! Diplomatic don’t you think?)

- WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Penny lane by The Beatles (errr…. Does this mean I’m sadak chchaap??!! :( )
- WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL ?
Red light by U2 (oh dear!!!)

- HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

Phir dhoom by Euphoria (naaa… not really…)
- WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?

Proof by Coldplay ( huh?!! Proof of insanity personified? I hope not!)
- WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Ye kahan aa gaye hum from the movie silsila (naheeeee!!!)
- WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?

Kabhi neem neem kabhi shehed shehed from Yuva (lol lol… uh huh ;) )

(I swear to god I’m not manipulating or cheating in any way.Sorry I doubted you Vinay,this tag is nice!)-WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? WHAT IS 2+2?

Seventh heaven by Deep Purple (indeed!!! Pls God lemme clear CAT and reach there!)
- WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Trip through your wires by U2 (mmm…. No I can’t make anything of this… can you?)
- WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Surrender by Evanescence (hmmm… cheesy :P )
- WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

That thing you do by The Wonders ( LINES: you…doing that thing you do… breaking my heart into a million pieces… who?? Me?? Yeah rrrright!!)
- WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Fire by U2 (uh huh… uh huh… oohhh yeeeaaaah!!!!)

- WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Jiya beqrar hai aayi bahaar hai by Lata Mangeshkar (lol… ahem... yeah… well… *batting eye lids*)

- WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

Original of the species (wow! Yes yes they think I’m one of a kind… only thing is I wonder which kind)
- WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

Pretty Woman from Kal Ho Na Ho (aaawww… well I’m not the one who should be singing this ;) or so I hope! :P )
- WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

Meter Down (remix version) from Taxi No.9211 (Hey Eeeshwar!!! :O )
- WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
High Speed by Coldplay (dead end again)

- WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Ye nayan dare dare by Hemant Kumar (mere nayan?? Nahi toh!)

- WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Cluster one by Pink Floyd ( we are all one big buncha masti oriented people alright!)

- WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Take it easy by Eagles (now THIS I like :) )
-WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS TAG?

Big yellow taxi by Joni Mitchell (Oh well… that’s that!)

Aaaaaaand NOW!!!! I tag:

swati (I know you'll like this one)

trinaa

think tank

rajesh

photo courtesy: flickr

tension nai lene ka.. BHAI se poochne ka!

This post was meant to be a Rakshabandhan special. But procrastination and its evil ways have been wrecking my routine life for a long, long, very long time now! Anyway… here’s to my favourite person in the world, Govind or Unni.

I still remember the phone call from dad. I was at Sudhir uncle’s place then.
“Hello???”
“Divya! You have a baby brother now”, my dad had almost shouted into the phone.
And I still remember jumping up and down with the phone in my hand yelling “I have a brother! I have a brother! Yaaaaaay!!”

And then Sudhir uncle and Nani aunty had taken me to the hospital. I had no idea of what it was like to be a sister of course. I was only four years and a few months old then. The excitement I felt then was probably just the excitement of getting something new; someone new to play with; for all I know, I would’ve felt the same excitement had someone told me I was getting a new 3 foot tall teddy bear. Who knew?

But I still remember the first time dad took me to see my baby bro. There were four babies in the hospital nursery. We were allowed to watch from a window. One was Chinese, and the other two probably Canadian or American. He was the only Indian baby, the smallest and hairiest of all, fast asleep, oblivious of his then naughty sister (yeah I’m an angel now ;) ), peering into the glass, trying her best to wake him up. That is, by far, one of the best moments of my life.
“Who do you think he looks like, Acha?” I had asked my dad.
“It’s still too early to tell.”
“No. I think he looks like me.” My dad had just smiled to that.
My mother tells me I was a lovely sister. (Yes-‘was’. Cuz she thinks I’ve worsened over the years :P ) but then she also thinks part of the reason why I volunteered to look after him all the time, particularly when guests were around, was cuz I liked it when people used to say “awww… look at the baby with the big sister. Soooo cute” :D
The first thing I’d do when I got home from school was to check on him. If he was asleep, I’d wait till he got up. (Where do you get such sisters??!) I’d volunteer to feed him cerelac and then run when amma yelled at me for creating a bigger mess than he did eating it. Things changed after Unni was born and it was such a welcome change.
And he is still one of the most important people in my life. I love him like crazy even though I yell at him and hit him and punch him and kick him and try my level best to inflict a little pain on him while all he has to do is give me a small punch to send me howling at the top of my voice. And I still adore him even though I told him I hated him and that he is a horrible brother and that he’d never make it in the AIEEE exam and that he’d never get a girl all his life, the last time we fought (sowwie :( I didn’t mean all that!). Yes I can be the very domineering big sis too. I love bossing him around, telling him off when he watches too much television or fails to get good marks on a test. That’s all part of being the responsible big sis isn’t it? :D
But he is such a darling brother. Sometimes if I have a severe headache, he’d make me a big glass chocolate milkshake or our favourite noodle soup and give me a nice head massage (true... where do you get such brothers??!). As a kid, when dad used to get wild at me for making umpteen calculation mistakes on my math test (of the kind, 3 x 4 = 7), Unni would wag a tiny little finger at him and say, “Achaa… last warning!”. And I vividly remember the time he had cried when I was leaving for the hostel in my second year of college, (I know he will kill me for this). I don’t remember a time I have loved him more :)
Anyway, this Rakshabandhan, I just want him to know that I love him and that I think he is the best, sweetest, smartest, handsome-st (and all other good superlative adjectives) brother ever and that can ever be : ) biiiiiig hug!

Hat-Trick!

the third tag! this one by river soul...

The Rules are as follows:
1) Look at the list and BOLD those you have read.
2) ITALICIZE those you intend to read.
3) UNDERLINE the books you really love (and strike through the ones you hate!).
4) Reprint this list in your own blog.

I just realized.. I'm such a poor reader :(

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling (gazillion times over UNDERLINE UNDERLINE UNDERLINE!!!)
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 William Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams(half way through)
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis

34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell

42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

90 The Famous Five Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

And this time around, I'm not required to tag anyone.. you lucky fellas you!

The unspectacular quirk tag! tadaaa!!

I've been tagged again. And since I am at a loss of inspiration and cuz I’m busy with CAT preparations and endless mock CATs, to post anything, I thought I might as well complete this task. Yep, some task indeed!

Here is the Unspectacular Quirk tag (copied from my tagger):

1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs, letting them know that they have been tagged.

1: …have a very annoying habit of saying 'touch wood' every time I say something nice about something or someone. Yes I know, it’s very childish and at my age, people think I’m stupid to use it. I do hope I give it up soon. Touch wood.
2:... scared to go for a haircut. It’s always at least a week after I first decide that it’s time for a haircut that I actually turn up at the parlour. And an hour prior to leaving, I would’ve messaged and called around 3 to 4 friends of mine asking if they thought it was better I got a haircut done then or later. I actually feel my stomach churning when I sit on the chair and the parlour lady goes chop-chop while I think... oh dear god please let her not mess up :(
3: I feel drowsy when someone strokes my hair... and it’s not just mildly drowsy... I sleep off! It’s enough if someone happened to stroke my hair for more than maybe 10 minutes to put me to sleep. Now THIS, my friends, I believe is incredibly strange (like something out of a jataka fable where the mighty and cruel lion is tamed by stroking its mane?). Anyone who shares this weird one?
4: ...scared of crossing roads. Every time I successfully cross a busy road, I say a small thank you to God. Yes very evidently, I don’t know how to drive, trust me, I’ve tried! But I have this mortal fear of roads and moving vehicles; I never showed much progress and then my teacher (my darling brother) gave up on me. After all, who would want the embarrassment of having to teach someone who goes 'oh god oh god oh gaaaawwwwd', every time she started the scooty.
5: ...obsessed with losing weight. That, neither makes me a great looker nor do I have perfect vital statistics (oh... faaar from that!) but yes I’m very finicky about putting on weight. So I’m always trying hard to control my gorging tendencies (trying being the highlighted word here). All this when I simply LOVE food! It’s so cruel and unfair... sob :'( but the problem is I hate doing it and so I crib and cry and piss off everyone around me when I have to refrain from having a pizza slice or a scoop of chocolate ice cream :( and of course, the people who suffer the most by all this are my friends and family, them being at the receiving end of my 'oh no... mein phir se moti ho gayi' rants.
6:... hate taking tablets. Even b-complex capsules for that matter.
Voila! I’ve said it all! And I thought I’d never be able to finish this one…
So well, the honoured tagged list is:
gunj, sameera, riversoul, bhai with chai, vinay, arvind (this time it IS mandatory arvind!)