The Love Omen

I grew up thinking I’d never fall in love. Or rather, no one can ever fall in love with me.

Well, I was wrong.

I never knew when love happened to me. I still have to pinch myself to believe it. But it’s true. Love is not an illusion. It’s real, so real. I can feel it all around me. Its in the wind, in the sun, in the clouds, on the ground I walk on, in the birds flying across the sky, in the laughter of a child, in the waves that hit the shore… its everywhere.

It’s amazing how complete you feel in the circle of someone’s arms. When you feel your hearts beating as one, in the same rhythm. When you look into their eyes, you know you want to gaze into them forever. You feel safe and protected, when you rest your head on their chest. When they hold your hand and promise you their love, you know it’s for real.

Love can do so much to a person. Can change the way they think. An atheist may start believing in the existence of God. Love can penetrate so deep that even the strongest people break down and cry. Nothing can match the passion you feel for each other, and all that matters is being together. No wonder they say love’s blind. But the sights a person ‘blinded’ by love can see, can never be felt by an ordinary person.

Its tough to stay in love. I know. But this is the most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced. I can’t bear the thought of losing the one I love, but spending my life with him seems like a distant dream. And now, I never want to wake up…

Abandoned

Illusive reality
Deceptive truths
Honest lies
Blissful miseries

False reflections
In those eyes
Fake affection
Phony smiles

Shattered myths
Destroyed fantasies
A gush of blood
Over frozen lives

Dazed, confused
Paralyzed by fate
Screaming in silence
Choking with hate

Broken. Wrecked. Scarred.
For life.

This is for my best friend. Take care sweetie. God bless you.

Thinking aloud...

So November’s here. Four months gone. Just like that. Six more to go. Sigh… has it really been that long? Or rather…just four months? Feels as if I’ve been on my own forever. Its fun, you know. Paying my rent myself, fixing my own meals, juggling studies…being responsible is something I’m not really used to! But I’m liking it. Sure I miss the pampering…but this is better in a way. This time, when I went back home, I was treated like an adult for once. As an equal. My decisions were respected. They listened to me. I felt so proud. I think it’s the first time I felt I’ve actually ‘grown up’. I’ve learnt to trust myself. Trust my decisions. I know if there’s someone I can rely on here, its just me.

But there’s something I fear. I hope that in this one year, I don’t change for the worse. I don’t become indifferent to others. I mean, it feels as if I’ve seen so much that nothing else can surprise me. I don’t want to be that way. I don’t want that ‘I couldn’t care less’ attitude. That’s not me. I want to break down and cry at times. And sometimes, I want to laugh out loud. I don’t want to lose my power to feel. To love. To care.

I really don’t know what the future holds for me. But whatever it may be…I know I’ll be able to handle it.

Oooh Baby!!

I'm an Aunt! For the second time!! Eeeeee I'm so excited!! Got a call from my bro this morning and he gave me the good news! Bhabhi's given birth to a darling baby girl! Oh what an angel she must be! I'm dying to see her! Poor bhabhi was in labour for more than 14 hours...gosh I can't imagine what she must've gone through! This is one stubborn baby! She was supposed to be born on the 14th of this month, but apparently she has a mind of her own! Ohh everyone must be so happy! I can't wait to get back home and take her in my arms...I even went and shopped for the cutest li'l baby suit for her. Feel like taking the entire world home to her...my sweet li'l niece, my li'l angel... Just 2 days more and I'll be home, beside her! My new playmate! It's gonna be soooo much fun to watch her grow! She'll be a brat for sure, under special guidance from me! ;) Just like my first niece! I just can't wipe the smile off my face! I wish her the world! Love her sooo much! My muffin, my cupcake, my chocolotey bubble gummy baby! mwahhh!!

The Wait...

The countdown has begun
The wait is on
Moments turn to hours
Its been so long…

The pain increases
With each passing day
I listen to my heart
Searching for a way

The warmth of your arms
Seems like a dream
I’m afraid to wake up
Drowned in the tidal stream

I’m losing sleep
Counting the days
Lying still in the dark
I stare into space

Torn by the distance
Between our hearts
Intoxicated by love
My soul departs…

Shoe People

Stilettos, flats, wedges, tie-ups, sports shoes…I love em all! I suffer from a shoe fetish…I’m crazy about em! I guess it’s a girl thing…but there’s something extraordinary about shoes. I think the kind of shoes people wear, defines their personality. Whenever I meet someone new, my attention first goes to their feet. Believe me, I’m completely put off by someone without a decent shoe sense. Anyway, I was talking about shoe personalities. I’ve actually analyzed people by their shoes, and more often than not, my observations hit bull’s-eye!


For instance, my friend TS wears delicate, pretty kinda shoes… stilettos, or strappy things, or closed shoes that resemble a doll’s footwear! She’s a typical girl! Soft spoken, feminine and a romantic. Thinks more from her heart than her head.

Another friend of mine, AG, loves wearing sports shoes. Not too stylish, keeps it simple. Also, he’s more into greys and blacks. He’s a football freak and a geek!

Then there’s NA. She’s got a whole collection of shoes in the latest styles and variety of colours! She’s vivacious, fashion conscious and has a very vibrant nature.

Another classmate of mine, AB, wears floaters mostly. Anywhere he goes, he has them on. He’s laidback, easygoing, slightly shabby but quite adorable.

And of course, there’s Milo. The woman has a hoard of shoes! Mostly black and red, her shoes are flat or with a very tiny heel. And they’re simple but stylish and quite sexy! She’s a no-nonsense person but lets her hair down once in a while! Thinks from her head, but lets her heart lead in some cases…

I could go on about my ‘shoe- people’. My own shoes speak volumes about me! Which is why I’m so particular about how I dress up my feet! :P I love observing everybody but that doesn’t mean I let my assumptions stop me from talking to them. I just like to start on the right ‘foot’!

The Day After...

Yesterday's special 'Birthday Feeling' still hasn't left me. All thanks to my family and friends who made sure I had the best time, even if they weren't with me. Got extra phonecalls at midnight for starters! Till 8 in the morning my phone rang off the hook. Good wishes piling up gave me a fuzzy feeling inside. Then mom n dad had couriered a birthday card that made my heart swell with love. Holding it was like being hugged inside out. The best feeling ever.

In college, I got a lotta hugs and good wishes from my classmates. Cut the cake with them all. Its amazing how people go out of their way to make you feel special. Then just hung out with them till evening. Went out for dinner with my roomie and treated myself to some wine. I've reached the legal age after all!

Then my parents called. They were cutting the cake for me. Putting the phone on speaker mode, my whole family sang 'Happy Birthday' as they cut the cake. I felt like I was right there, with them! My niece had made such a cute card that was scanned and sent to me on email. I was so happy, I cried!

As the day got over, I bid goodbye to 'my day'. But there was more to come. Today I recieved a bunch of cards and gifts from my close friends in Delhi. And Milo, my best friend, had wrote to me on a card that was given to her by her grandma and was her most treasured possession. I can't believe I'm so lucky. Lucky to have so many people who love me. I can't thank God enough for blessing me with so much joy.

It was a wonderful day. With each birthday I'm reminded of not only how special I am, but of the very special people around me who would always be there for me no matter where I am. I only wish I can do as much for them, if not more. Love 'em!

Incomplete

It’s strange, that the things you’ve been wanting to get away from are the things you miss most, when they aren’t there.

Little things- your desk, your cupboard, even the framed picture on your side-table… their absence makes a huge difference. My daily routine goes into a whirl without all of these.


People. We don’t realize their importance in our life until they’re not there. I was so used to seeing my mum around in the morning…calling out from the kitchen. Or dad, doing his exercise. Or my brother looking for the newspaper (that I rightfully claimed before him).Or even the maid going about her chores. I never thought twice about all this, until now. God, how I miss them all.

Now it’s just me. In a bright, hollow room. In someone else’s house. With someone else’s bed. And someone else’s family.

But living my own life.

I’m settling in with time. But don’t want to settle down too much with this new routine. Coz more changes will follow. New things in place of the old. And then I’ll have to start from scratch. Again. And again.

The Night

Night.
She’s black, bewitching, beautiful
Draped in a star studded cloak
Adorning the moon on her forehead
And a grey veil of clouds
Hiding dark secrets
Within herself

A Temptress
Casting her spell on the world
A Seductress
With many lovelorn lovers
A Warrior
Dangerous, when provoked
A Goddess
To be worshipped by us all

She’s dark...

She’s Light.

****ing Chinese

They're doing it again! The stupid Oriental brutality is at its best. Killing dogs. Oh I'm sorry did I say 'killing'? That's too small a word. What I meant was 'butchering' or 'slaying' or 'slaughtering' innocent creatures for no reason at all. I don't know what sadistic pleasure these fuckers derive from it.

They werent satisfied with murdering 50,000. They wanna take the number upto 5 lacs. That's nice isn't it? They might even enter the World Records for the highest number of innocent animal deaths. Might as well kill humans.

Theyre killing each and every dog they can lay their slimy hands on under the false pretext of 'eradicating rabies'. Gimme a break! What's the idea of paying the owners to kill their own pets?? Who gave them the authority to do that? And theyre beating the dogs to death in front of their guardian's eyes. For the love of God, can anyone tell me WHY!??

Mumbai Matinee

My first week in The Big Apple of India was, extremely eventful, to say the least! I knew it rained a lot here, but there's a big difference in knowing...and feeling! I had not been able to find an accomodation in the first week so I was putting up at my brother's friend's house in the suburbs. Wayyy far from college. And the first 3 days it poured like it had never poured before. So I was stuck at home, watching rented dvds and playin with a bored 2 yr old. Not so gr8 huh!? When the rain gods finally decided to take a break, I bravely stepped out of the house to 'face the world'! Wht dyu knw, the shiv sainiks decide to start a riot the same day! Brilliant, aint it!?

There's more.

College started on the 10th of july. Mumbai was bombarded on the 11th of july. I felt sad for all those innocent people who lost their lives in the tragedy...why them? What did they do to face such inhuman treatment? But it was shocking to see that life went back to normal so soon. In fact the trains started the same night. Can't help but salute the spirit of this city.

I got a taste of the real Mumbai in the first week itself. I was a wreck when I left Delhi. Strangely, I feel safe now. I can't help but hum that old song..."Aye dil, hai mushkil jeena yaha...Zara hat ke, zara bach ke, ye hai Bombay meri jaan..."

It's time...

Don’t really know how to start. Feelin a li’l awkward writing. But I sure as hell missed it! So much new to report! This last month has been rather hectic. Entrance exams, viva, project reports, not to mention, lots of traveling! Spent quality time with family and friends. And now I got selected in a college in Mumbai for my post graduation. So I’ll finally be leaving Delhi for good. Always wanted to be out of Delhi, out there….by myself. Though now, I’m kinda getting anxious…feelin unsure. Always been sheltered and pampered…its gonna be the real thing now. No ifs or buts about it.

I’m gonna have to leave my family, my friends…my home. Gosh! I feel awful… Can’t imagine a life without them…

But I know what awaits me. A new place, new people, new atmosphere… maybe I’ll change, maybe I won’t. I’ll probably become more mature…more responsible, perhaps. In a way, I’m lookin forward to it. Getting butterflies…but they’ll settle down soon enough.

I’ll miss my friends for sure. We’ve had so many good times together. Smiles, tears…fond memories. I can feel a lump in my throat… I better end this post before I start bawling like a baby!

I’m leaving next week…so don’t know if I’ll be regular at blogger. But yea, I would keep posting whenever I find time. I’ll miss you all… take care. :)

Adios

Fir usi raah guzar kar shaayad
hum kabhi mil saken magar shaayad

Jaan pehchaan se kya hoga
fir bhi ae dost gaur kar shaayad

Muntjir jinke hum rahe unko
mil gaye aur humsafar shaayad

Jo bhi bichhde hain kab mile hain 'faraar'
fir bhi tu intezaar kar shaayad

-Ghalib

I need a break. Its been a long, adventurous journey, but I’m tired of walking. I need to sit down and reflect upon all the milestones I’ve left behind. Some rough stretches, some blind corners, some green pastures, some slippery roads. Met so many wonderful strangers. Made some new friends, got to know some old ones. Shared smiles, shed tears- together. But I need to get away for a while. Need to hide…because I’m losing myself. I want to go back to the depths of darkness I came from. I want to be invisible again…

Oh I’m not disappearing forever. Just need a change. So lifeheadon.blogspot.com would be dormant for a while. Maybe I’ll be back next week, or next month, or next… J. And don’t think I’m shutting you out. I’m not. The only person I’m shutting out is myself.

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Take care of yourselves. You’re all such wonderful people and have touched my life in more ways than I can imagine! I’ll miss you all immensely. Oh and if on the way I hurt someone, then I apologize. It wasn’t done intentionally. And if it was, then I probably hurt myself more in the process.

Adios amigos! May God bless you.

"People drain me, even the closest of friends, and I find lonliness to be the best state in the union to live in..."
Margaret Cho

I wish you'd forget...

Forget
those early morning calls,
those groggy hellos,
those long conversations,
those whispers,
those whimpers,
those tears,
those smiles,
that intimacy,
that love…

Forget it all.
Erase those memories.
Omit those moments.
Bury them deep down.
Where you can never find them again
‘Coz that, alone, will ease your pain

Write my name in the sand
And let the waves of time
wash away my very essence
From your life.

Cheers!

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
Homer (800 BC - 700 BC), The Odyssey

Sitting pretty on the bar top. Luring the unsuspecting. Seducing the addicted. What is it that pulls us towards alcohol? Tastes bitter, gives us a million health problems, restricts us from driving back home, is heavy on the pocket… in short, no logical reason to get up and order that tempting glass of wine. But then, guilty pleasures don’t see no logic!

You know what, I love to see what happens to people after they’ve had one too many. Yeah, I know I’m being cheap, but it’s fun to watch them go crazy! I mean, some people go through complete personality changes...so extreme is this transformation, it’s almost fascinating! Even the most silent, ‘do-gooders’ turn into wild party animals! And when someone’s on a high, they start babbling incessantly! It’s enthralling to see how much crap one can be loaded with…or knowledge, for that matter!

It’s almost like watching a very entertaining movie, to see these poor folks go crazy! Someone calls up their ex boyfriends and proceeds to tell them exactly what they think about them…while others call their current girlfriends and narrate in great detail, their sexiest fantasies! Very explicit stuff, not for kids! Sometimes though things could get very personal and that’s not a very good sight and that’s when I turn my attention towards other non personal stuff…

Anyway, whoever said drinking is a bad habit obviously never saw any of this. Besides, you know what the best part is? The next day, when the party animals wake up with a hangover, it’s most fun to tell them the events of the previous night and watch them go very very red!! So I say drinking is really enjoyable…for the ones who drink, as well as for those who don’t!


Note: Please don’t think I’m evil!

For eternity

A stream of love
you came gushing
and then, froze

Hadn't even touched you yet
and you became cold
so cold

Wish I could melt you somehow
but seems my warmth wasn't enough
to seep through

Bound by promises,
enclosed by choices
that never existed

Waiting for the sun
to rise in this winter desert,
and shine on you

Waiting for you,
and lingering on

for eternity...

?

Sixteen years. Sixteen years of torture. Sixteen years of living in hell. Sixteen long, never-ending years of tears, pain and self pity. And finally, there’s light.

She was the average girl-next-door. Someone who you could easily miss in a crowd. A girl with small eyes and smaller dreams. She didn’t want much from life. She just wanted to get married, start a family and spend the rest of her life taking care of her loved ones. When her parents got her married, she thought she could cross one thing of her wish-list. Little did she know that her entire world was about to be turned upside down.

They looked like nice people. They demanded huge amounts of dowry at the wedding, but since that was ‘the trend’ then, no one thought too much of it. She left her small town to go and live in the big city. The cruel, materialistic, monstrous big city. Soon the nagging demands started. More dowry. More money. And if she resisted- physical torture. The bruises soon became prominent. Swollen face, burn marks, sore eyes, scratches all over. She began hating herself. She thought she deserved it. And bore it all. Sometimes, she tried running away. But always came back. They’d sweet-talk her into believing they’ve changed. He’s changed. But they never did.

A year or so later, she became a mother. Her hopes rose. She had someone she could call her own. She’d give her daughter the life she could never live. They cursed her even more for giving birth to a girl. But surprisingly, the father was affectionate towards the daughter. Not the mother though. His hostility towards her grew more. He still beat her whenever he felt like, but never harmed the child. As the little girl grew, she became more inclined to her father. She listened to all that he said. And she saw the way he treated her mother. And caught on. Her daughter, her only hope, had turned her back against her.

Her family back home tried all they could to bring peace. But in turn, they got only insults and humiliation. And criticism from all the relatives. Days turned to months, and months to years. She realized she was no longer the young girl she once was... the gray hair, the sagging skin…she was only a shadow of her past. She forgot what it was to be carefree and happy.

They sent her daughter out of the city to pursue her studies. Her husband became even more violent after that. Returning late at night, beating her just for ‘fun’. She couldn’t take it any longer. And then one day, after sixteen years, she decided she had had enough and fled. She broke away from that prison cell and never looked back.

Divorce. That’s all she can think of. No more living with the devil, no more bowing to his every whim. She had wasted sixteen years of her life trying to survive in a hell hole. No more.

This isn’t a work of fiction. It’s a story about someone I know personally. And I’m completely in awe of this person. But I’m also very surprised to see that social evils like dowry, wife beating, preference of a boy over a girl child, are still very much alive. How long can women be oppressed like this? We say India is developing. Sure it is. But only on the surface. Social ills are rooted inside us. This narrow mindedness is something that we do not wish to depart with. We still expect the woman to be silent and keep on bearing just because she’s ‘supposed to’. When I hear educated people talk like this, it makes me wonder what education really means. After sixteen long years, this woman has decided to fight. She finally saw light. What about the rest of the countless women who endure all this agony without even knowing that it’s wrong. Will they ever come out of the dark ages?

Ostracised even in death

I came across an article in the Hindustan Times yesterday that made realise something I had chosen to ignore. The bitter truth of the existence of uneducated, backward masses in our country and their sheer ignorance to listen to reason.

Asha Devi waited beside the body of her husband for two days but the villagers of Khaira in Bihar’s Dharbhanga district shunned her house. Neighbours murmured that if they stepped inside the house, they would contract a killer virus. The reason: Asha’s husband Surendra Kumar had been HIV positive.

The widow had to drag her husband’s body all on her own to the backyard of her house and cremate it with twigs and leaves she had collected.

This is the reality of a state where NGOs and government agencies spend hundreds of crores every year to spread AIDS awareness.The government’s slogan of ‘Fear HIV, not the HIV patient’ does not seem to have reached this tiny hamlet.

A few years ago, another family was boycotted at Hathuri village in Muzaffarpur district after four members died of AIDS. The villagers treated the family as a pariah until the government intervened.

All this goes on to show awareness alone won’t help. Attitudes must change too.

Don't...

Dont look into my eyes

I cannot meet your gaze

Dont take my hands in yours

I cannot keep my promise

Dont hold me in your arms

I cannot stay forever

Dont whisper my name

I cannot hear your voice

Dont caress my face

I cannot feel your touch

Dont tell me you love me

I'm not destined to love...

Happy Holi!

A shade of pink
At the break of dawn
To lift your spirits

A streak of yellow
Across the sky
To brighten your day

A touch of blue
In the breeze
To keep you fresh

A canopy of green
Above your head
To keep the sun away

Hues of red
Along your path
To spread the cheer

Take the plunge
Into the palette of life
Don’t stop at the rainbow!

Boo hoo!!

I’m not made for journalism. It’s a frightening thought, but after 3 years of trying to survive in this field, I have realized I’m not cut out to be a journalist. Fine time to think of that!! This last semester has been especially gruesome. In our freshman year, we thought we’ll have a fantastic, relaxed last semester. It’s only the project and internship…no exams! Vo to ho hi jayega! Sigh… Now I’m actually wishing that we had exams instead.

It all started sometime in October, when The Monster (refer: The teacher from hell) told us to think of a topic for our final semester project. We did. We came up with brilliant topics…none of which, however, appealed to her. Then, after much ‘soul-searching’ we told her to suggest one that does appeal to her. Big mistake. I soon found myself stuck with ‘Development issues in Jharkhand’. Jesus, that’s the last thing I wanted! I have searched high and low for some kind of sources that could give me some kind information so I can prepare some kind of project! Until now, the internet has been a darling! But unfortunately, my darling cannot get me interviews. And I have to put at least 3 of them. Whoop-de-doo.

And then there’s the internship. Somehow managed to get into Doordarshan and is it great or what! I have been, for some unknown reason, placed under the Sports beat. Two days, I have watched the India vs. England test match so closely, recording it on tape, logging every four runs, every six runs, every wicket and every mis-field. For 4 and a half hours at a stretch. By the time I got home, I hated TV and I hated cricket.

And the best part is, that my internship clashes with the period in which I have to prepare my project. And they say I’m lucky to get into DD and some even say I’m lucky to get such an ‘interesting’ topic for my project. If this is luck, give me disaster! And even after all this, I am so pig headed that I’m sitting here, blogging about it!! I gotta go....!

The sands of time

Time’s playing games
And it seems I’m losing
It was right there
Wonder where it went
Wonder if it will return

Years gone by, in a flash
Hours turn to minutes
And minutes to moments
Moments, fly away…

Rushing by like that
You’d think it has a destination to reach
A deadline to meet
A race to win…

Does it have an end?
Did it have a beginning?

I’m trying hard to catch up,
Running, gasping for breath
But it never slows down,
The closer I try to get,
The more I lag behind

And I’m losing
Against time...

The V-day Tag

Back after some time...and what dyu know I have another tag waiting to be executed! Thrillsville aint it?! Might as well do it, since Arvind is a good friend...and besides he's just gettin back at me for tagging him some time back! So buddy, we're even now ok?!

8 things I want in my lover...wow this could take a while!

8. Great sense of humour: Oh yes extremely important. I wanna be happy happy happy!!

7. Exceptionally high level of patience: For his own good. Coz when I lose it, I'm not fit to be in people's company.

6. Romantic: Would love it when he gets all mushy!

5. Supportive: I would want him to believe in me, and encourage me to go on when I feel like giving up.

4. Great between the sheets: What!? I dont want a sagging love life! ;)

3. Brainy: To keep my interest alive, coz I can get bored pretty easily.

2. Confident: A man who's sure of himself is always a turn-on!

1. Presentable: No twisted face, arms, or legs!

Whew! Alright, that's done! I hope I've made my 'demands' loud and clear!! Hehe! Oh so now I have to tag more people? A thousand apologies in advance! The people on my hitlist are:

Dhruv
Anuj
Rohit Talwar
Arz000n
Kroopa
Dwaipayan
Phoenix
Koi pahailee

Giddyap! :)

A new beginning

After Dadaji and Dadima, she was the eldest in the family. We were broken after they expired, the family got scattered. She held us together. We had someone to turn to for advice in our times of distress, and celebration. Had.

In the last couple of months, she was bedridden, paralysed from head to toe; a vegetable. The doctors fractured her body with injections and drips. Nothing worked. She slipped into a coma. They revived her. Her heart gave up. They put her on a life support system. Life- support. The word scares me. Living with the help of machines. No, not living. Existing.

The last straw was when her kidneys failed. There was no hope. She was begging to take our leave. But we held on...increasing her pain with each passing day.

Today they removed the machines. Today, they set her free. We knew this had to happen. But the realisation that she's gone...its unbearable. We're unsure of what is going to happen next. We're unsure if we'll live up to her expectations. The thought of being on our own, without her blessings...

Its time we learnt to take our own decisions. It'll be tough without her. Maybe we'll make some mistakes. But we'll also learn from them. She taught us a lot when she was with us. Her teachings will not go in vain.

May God bless her.

Missed you all!

Oh it feels so good to be back agen! I'm so very sorry to vanish like that, without warning. The last few days have been really really hectic around here. My house is being renovated from top to bottom...and everthing is just strewn around. I'm literally living out of a carton. My beloved computer is dismantled so I'm completely helpless! But hey I just discovered a cyber cafe today, and couldnt resist the temptation to say hey to my favorite blogger buddies! Missed you all so so so much! Was getting regular updates from TripleSix on the comments everyone was sending in. Thankyou all sooo much for being so patient with me. Although I still wont be very regular, but I'll make it a point to visit at least once a day. The project also is going to take up a lot of my time...feels odd to be suddenly busy!

Well, I better run along, there's loads of work to be done! Take care everyone! :)

The teacher from hell

College life is sooo much fun! Three long, carefree years. But there has to be a catch, right? Well, there is. A teacher, who derives pleasure in making us poor, innocent girls cringe. Let's call her AS, though I'd love to add another S, and an H and an O and an L and an E. But let's leave it at AS for the time being. She reminds me of that slick-talking tyrant nurse from 'One flew over the cuckoo's nest'. Except she doesn't have the looks. Or the brains for that matter. AS is huge, she must have a lost universe inside her massive belly. And her head is equaly round and fat. It seems she soesnt have a neck...looks as if a big white ball of skin is stuck to the rest of her body. If she'd been cute, she might have resembled a snowman, or a snow-woman, to be precise. But she's far from cute. She's a vamp who plots new ways to trouble us, and then sits back and watches us squirm! Sometimes, she comes out with the dumbest and most irritating excuses to hold out attendance. And sometimes she'll force us to come to college, and then won't turn up herself!! And recently, she's trying her best to ruin our last 6 months in college by interfering with our internship and projects. Sometimes I wish I were an assasin...I'd shoot her without question. But then I figure, she gets a whole lotta curses from the 38 of us, plus our juniors who are about 50...and of course those who have passed out mustve cursed her too! So with so many bad wishes lined up, AS is sure gonna die soon...rt?? She's gonna rot in hell for sure!

The Rape of Humanity

Man holed out after raping baby girl

Assistant Police Inspector Shrikant Desai did not go home for 30 hours.

On Tuesday afternoon he along with sub-inspector Shyam Naik and the detection staff at Deonar police station arrested 35-year-old Ram Kishen Surajmal at Chikalwadi, where he had been hiding after allegedly committing one of the most perverse sexual crimes in Mumbai’s history.

Harijan, a labourer from Ganesh Nagar chawl, Sate Nagar, Mankhurd, allegedly raped a 10-month-old girl on Tuesday night. “The incident may have occurred between 8 and 8.30pm on the highway.
Harijan took the girl from her mother on the pretext of playing some games. It was dark and Harijan used a truck as a shield to rape this girl in the most heinous way,” said the officer.
“Harijan knew the victim’s family as the girl’s mother said that he had earlier taken the girl to play. Hearing the incessant cry of her daughter, the mother ran and saw her daughter in a pool of blood and Harijan in the act. Seeing the mother, Harijan fled. The mother later filed a police complaint,” said Desai.

“What’s shocking is that the accused has indulged in ‘natural’ and ‘unnatural’ sexual activities leading to heavy bleeding in the anal and vaginal area,” he said. The girl was admitted to the Sion Hospital, where she had to be operated upon.

Harijan was taken to the Nagpada Hospital for a medical exam. The police have registered cases against him under Section 376 (2F) and Section 377. “I’ve never seen such a gory sexual crime in my life. This man is a rakshas,” said Desai.

Is there no justice? None at all?

The call

Don’t u just hate it? Waiting for a call is soooo...aargh! Got an email from a friend the other day. The last line of which said, 'will give u a call sometime, maybe Saturday'. Ohk. Cool. No problem.

So its Saturday.
Wake up around 9.
Look at the phone.
Have milk.
Look at the phone.
Read the newspaper.
Look at the phone.
Go take a shower (no, no, the phone's outside!)
Come out and look at the phone.
Bugger!

Went online for some time. Maybe there's a mail from him saying he's somewhere in the Arctic and isn’t near a phone. Nope. No such luck. Sigh!

Try to study. Open my notes. "Satellite Communication in India...". I can feel my phone staring at me. The Calvin screen saver innocently lookin up at me with that evil grin...no! I'm not gonna look. I’m not looking.

And then...

*Beep beep*

I reach out and snatch the phone. One message received. Come on, come on, open inbox...friggin' Hutch! I toss my phone is disgust and try and concentrate on better things like Satellite Communication. Yea, right.

15 mins later I'm fast asleep over my books.

A couple of hours later, I wake to a the sound of a bell ringing...I hurriedly look at the phone. Oh, its the door. *Groan*!

Time passes. Between studying, reading a book and watching a film, the phone did not ring and my anxiety grew like never before.

Dinner time. The phone's as silent as if it were in a graveyard!

Finally I'm gettin ready for bed. Giving the stupid phone, one last hard look, I switch off the light and go to sleep.

5AM: The phone rings suddenly in my ear causing me to wake up with a jolt and bump my
forehead on the headboard. What the…oh the phone's ringing!!

"Hello...??!!"
"Hey, were you sleeping?"
It’s him. No one else can ask such an obvious question and then expect an answer.

After 15 mins of chitchat, we say our goodbyes...And then the inevitable.

"Ok, so take care...will give you a call sometime...bye!"

Oh, well.

Anuj's tag

Finally came out wid a silly rhyming story. Its exactly 55 words...so I couldnt expand, and so it might sound slightly incomplete.

Spent New Year’s Eve,
Sitting around the flames
With family and friends
Eating, drinking, playing games

Music was in full swing
Danced the night away
Smiles lighted the dark night
All were merry and gay

And then the clock struck 12
We shouted ‘Happy New Year!’
Embraced one and all
Wished them all good cheer…

Anuj...I need a loooooong break after this. So no more tagging!!

Happy New Year!

The merry year is born,

like the bright berry from the naked thorn.

~Hartley Coleridge

Have a wonderful year ahead folks!

I'm back!! :)

I'm home! My back is aching like hell, my legs feel as if a truck ran over them, and I think i've sprained my foot, so i'm limping around the house like a handicap...but I'm sooo happy! Vaishnodevi was great! It was simply great! Right from the time I sat on the train till the time I got back, I've loved every bit of this trip! Though every year our college organises this trip, this was my first time with friends.

We were staying at a hotel in Katra- 5 girls in a tiny room. We started at around 4 in the afternoon. Took an auto till Banganga, and from there, with a loud 'Jai Mata Di!', we commenced our journey. There were some other friends, not from our college, who had decided to join us too. So we were about 15 people. But along the way some of us got separated- the speedy ones took the lead and we slow coaches dragged on after them. Three of my friends had gone barefoot- hats off to them! Taking small steps and stopping at almost every 'vishram sthal' we somehow reached Ardhkwari at around 9- that's about halfway. Then after a quick bite, we gained a li'l energy and sped on, chanting 'jai mata di' the whole time. When we finally reached the Bhawan around 11.30, we felt drained. But seeing the cheerul atmosphere around us we could feel our exhaustion being replaced by excitement and anticipation. It was really chilly up there...didnt feel it while walking but realised it later. After sumbitting our bags and shoes in a locker we joined the long queue to the temple. By the time we made it, our feet were absolutely numb coz of the cold. We went through the tunnel and then the cave...and at that point i felt it was all worth it...the long hard climb felt like child's play for 30 seconds of Mata's darshan. I could feel my tensions dissipating, and the long list of wishes I'd imagined I'd ask for, seemed so frivolous. All I could mumble was a thankyou.

After the darshan, at around 1, we ate from a dhaba nearby. And then again started the long walk back to the hotel. On our way back the lights went out and we walked in pitch dark. The sky above was studded with millions of stars, and for a moment we stood, awestruck, and admired God's handiwork. It was so...beautiful seems like such a small word! It was the most amazing sight I've ever seen. We felt so special...as if walking under a bejeweled cloak. We continued reluctantly and by the time we reached we were literally dragging ourselves to take a step. Our legs hurt so much, and resting made it almost impossible to move. We reached our hotel at 5 in the morning and I dont remember what followed after that. I only remember waking up at 12 in the afternoon the next day. And of course the pain hadnt ceased at all. We just rushed through the day, and at 5 we were on our way back. And now I'm home, feeling warm and cosy again...the pain will go, but the wonderful times we shared would always remain in my heart. And I dont think I'll ever forget that star studded night...sigh! Thanks God! :)