Greed

What happens when you get something that you desperately wanted?

You are greedy and indulge in wishful thinking of the unattainable option that you dream of everyday before you fall asleep.

Sometimes I love him, sometimes I hate him…but mostly I just miss him a lot!

I never thought I would say this, but yeah, I miss him. Like crazy. I mean I don’t get it. It was never supposed to be this way. I was always adamant in going away as far as possible from him. Still, here I am, missing him like crazy.

And to make matters worse, astrologically speaking too, he is supposedly the ruling kingpin in my karmic universe. But I always hated him and wanted to get away.

But now that I am really away, I’ve realized how much I miss him. How much I literally crave to catch a glimpse of him and feel him and sense him and just know that he’s around.

When did I become like this? Gawd…I dunno!

But like a fairy story ending…one fine evening, he found me and I found him. He came up to my desk quietly and when I looked up, there he was, in his usual brilliance with the 100 watt smile and a small H'lo... :)

It’s so difficult to get some good SUN in namma Bengalooru. I am sooooo looking forward to this summer. Welcome back Sunny Boy… :P

The One With The Pineapple Wine

"A...."

I woke up groggily and reached out for my cellphone as a reflex reaction. The tiny time stamp at the top right corner blinked at 12:34...so early? Who's waking me up so bloody early on a Sunday? I managed to kick the rajai out of my face and peeped out to see Mai towering over me...

"Hmmm...huh...yaaru...yenu...Mai...how was your class?"

"You haven't cooked yet?!?!?!?!?!?"

This rude question woke me up completely and I realised that we had a pot-luck party for which, of course, I was the one who had to cook. I immediately sat up on my bed, "Aiyyo...haudu kane..."

"What A, I'm so hungry!!!!!"

Well that makes two of us, I thought to myself, as I gingerly groped my way around the room and switched on the light. Next target was to hunt for my clutcher in an attempt to try and clip back my hair that had a tendency to make me look like I was ready to audition for the role of Morticia Addams. I finally managed to find my clutcher lying under the remotest, inaccessible corner of my cot. With this done, I sat down with Mai glowering at me across the room with a puppy-dog face and briefed her on Plan Biryani (veg, of course).

As Mai and Zombie started on the vegetables, I quickly freshened up and washed the cobwebs off my eyes. Breakfast seemed like a good idea, especially considering the fact that I had crashed at 6 AM after a night-out through Saturday. Very soon, I had gobbled down 3 dosas and started getting the rest of the ingredients ready for the Biryani.

After 3 trips by 3 different people to the mulai angadi (to buy a list comprising of 5 ingredients), 2 frantic calls to the main PG for kadai and several trips to Mai's spice shelf; we were finally ready to begin. In between all this commotion, we managed to get our WiFi router installed too...huh, talk about multi-tasking.

Finally, at 3:30 PM we all dug in with relish for a really, really, really late lunch. But then, that's what weekends are about. Breakfast at lunch hours, lunch at the snacks hour, coffee at dinner time, dinner at 10 and soup at 4 AM the next day :D

So in keeping with such a tradition, around 7'ish we were all seated around in my room as usual b****ing about this and that when Mai decided to show RR a sample of the yellow colored concoction that was sitting on our nightstand for the past couple of weeks. She picked up the bottle and started lecturing RR about the weird concoction and its supposed characteristics when all hell broke loose. What happened next was like seeing some scene out of a movie/sitcom in slow-motion mode.

Mai was in the centre of the room with RR close to her left and me on Mai's right. Radz was seated cross-legged on the floor in front of the laptop and typing away furiously in her blog. As Mai started unscrewing the bottle, I warned her that...err...the bottle had a tendency to...ummm...misbehave. But of course, she bore no heed to my warning and with full-on enthu she only concentrated on opening the bottle. A split second later we were all running in different directions from the bitter-sweet concoction that was well behaving like a sprinkler which was turned on.

All that I saw was the fizz building up in the bottle, the cap that flew into Mai's face and knocked her back, the bottle that fell to the ground and the concoction that was spraying its generous self all over me.

Another split second later, the bottle had stopped spinning and all of us were laughing like a pack of hyenas. RR was on Zombie's bed curled up in laughter, I was in the farthest corner of the room still assessing things around me and also laughing hysterically, Radz was literally screaming with laughter (this is the loudest I have heard her laugh) and Mai, well she was a sight to behold: her glasses were off and her eyes wet with one eye twitching like crazy, her face was full PINK and she was drenched in wine that was dripping all over her.

We laughed for a full 10 mins..non-stop. What can I say, we were hysterical and there was no controlling us. And the fact that there was wine splashed on all our walls and the ceiling and the beds and the mirror and the cupboard and Mai and all of us, only made matters worse. Zombie rushed in soon afterwards and looked with dismay at her wine bottle. This only made us howl more.

My room smelled of brandy and pineapple for a full week after this incident. Everytime I walked in, I wrinkled my nose and held my breath for the fraction of the second when the door swung open. No one in our PG believed that we had "accidentally"...err...spilled the wine.

I can't blame them, who will believe a bunch of single gals who were caught drenched in brandy on V Day? It's a cynical world out there, I tell ya!

A Walk To Remember

No, this is not sycophantic re-review of the movie.

But still, have any of you seen this other movie "Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs"??? There's this one freaky invention in that's called a "Monkey Thought Translator" for a monkey called Steve. I sooo wished I had something like that yesterday.

I had too many cobwebs in my head and wanted to get rid of them. So I went for a long walk last night in our very own Korm park. It felt good. I was alone. I had my music. And it was pitch-dark, thanks to BESCOM and their load shedding.

And as I was cleaning out the cobwebs, I kept thinking like I am writing it...but in my mind. And I wished I had that "Thought Translator" and another recording device of some sort (my cellphone would do, right?) so that I could get it recorded and then play it back and write it down as an amazing blog. Of course, I am no Flint Lockwood so I'm just stuck with these things that I need to write.

I'll try to pen it all down over the weekend. Plus, the wine story too...I know its pending. Patience, people! Patience! :P

How is it, eh ?!?!?

Finally...I managed to get a new template.

I tried working with the old one...but seriously to enable posting comments is no small feat. I went mad trying to de-cipher the XML coding thats so rusty since my college days.

Anyways, I worked a little with this other one.

It's no where near to the other beautiful one *SNIFF* but, its ok...I mean better than the blogger one, right?

You like?

The Big Fat Indian V Day

Another V Day just gone by...not that I'm cribbing or moping around for that special someone. Far from that actually :)

I spent the day, and not to mention the whole preceding week, constantly seeing news updates about the Sena and the Sene and all such groups targeting the lovey-dovey people on the streets with threats from on-the-spot-marriage and what not. For my part, I am blissfully not bothered about all this crap. I seriously don't get whats so big about V Day and also groups who go around with such lame strategies. I care a damn anyways.

However, I woke up today and realised that I did not even get the usual creepy ANON SMSes that usually pop up in my mobile. Dutiful as ever, the only guys who SMSed me today were the Airtel people reminding me about my balance usage. Huh! So much for my female vanity.

I spent a very interesting day with my friends in the PG cooking a sumptuous meal and getting our WIFI router installed and ended it all with a wine bath (Don't ask, long story. Another post. I promise).

My clock shows that its almost 12 : 30 AM on Feb 15th and here I was chatting with a friend. Now he's one guy who sleeps sharp at 10 PM everyday. Of course, the curious imp that I am, I did the usual leg-pulling lines with him about staying late for V Days sake. I then told him about my day and how I dint even get a single creepy message. We finally signed off with our farewells.

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

"Belated happy valentines day :)"

So thanks to AR for sending me the sms, I guess I got my stroke-of-the-midnight-hour wish come true after all. Now I guess my female vanity feels better. What say, huh?

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1 down...6 to go...

updated on 22 Feb, 2010 at 15:08 PM:

another one bites the dust...5 more to go...

updated on 18 Mar, 2010 at 19:40 PM:

Score!!!! :P

2-1 of 7 :)

updated on 22 Mar, 2010 at 16:03 PM:

One more man aboard! SOS! SOS! :(

3-1 of 7

updated on 25 Mar, 2010 at 12:03 AM:

Aaargh! When God opens one door, he also slams many others on the face.

4-1 of 7

The Road Less Travelled By...

I had a plan. Just like everyone else.

Along the way, my plan changed. I decided to take another road. Maybe the road less travelled by? Or was it the other way around? Did I leave the path less travelled by for another one? Some say yes…some say no….

Now, however I feel lost. I somehow lost track of where I was in my old path. And it was necessary for me to know my way in my old path. Yet, I let go. My new path has not shown me the way yet. I just see a path; but no way. My old path and my old way have gone by me and I am left alone.

Already?!?!?!?!

I just realised that its my second blirthday (blog-birthday)?!?!?!?

Really...I mean is it already two years? I've also completed my 4 years in Bengalooru. My love for this city can never ever go away. I think I'll try to go out and celebrate and feel guilty. Or I may also sit at home, write my essay like a good girl and feel horribly self-pitied! :P

So anyways, 'Appy B'day Bloggy... :D

Wat the...!!!

OK...for some freaking reason, my readers are not able to post comments in my blog. Me thinks it was the new template that I had chosen. Aaargh! And it was such a cute one too!

So, I've been forced to return to my old boring template again.

Sorry dearies, please post your comments again. Please, please, please. :)