Sick with Nostalgia :-(

I can smell the monsoon, feel the chills, blink my eyes as if they are wet with rain!

The start of Globalization.....

So we owe it all to Raj Kapoor ?

Jootha - Japan
Pataloon - England
Lal Topi - Russia
Dil - India
And all this he managed in 1955.....

Ps : If nostalgic, click on the link above for the song we all know :-)

An ode to B'wood

Have you ever observed there are 2 types of people ( ok, ok I'll do it the right way AB )

"Is duniya mein do tarah ke log hote hai"

1. Ones who adore/love/drool/like/whatever  "Shah Rukh khan"(SRK)

2. Ones who  adore/love/drool/like/whatever "Amir Khan"(AK)

I know there are more khans, but to me "Liking" any of the above two  have very much described the type of person I am with!

I was an SRK person. As an awkward teen, I had his postcards (no posters, mom was never to know) 

And I have to say why!

Mom strongly believed that infatuation with stars brought trouble with everything. 

Apparently, she was a Rajesh Khanna person, and was distraught seeing young girls (her friends?) tattoo his name on their hands, commit suicide when he got married and the whole nine yards!! she believed I'd end up in some kind of trouble having SRK posters/magazines cut outs or anything with me for a very long time!

which was until I got caught.

Getting back to the topic, yes his super cute postcards were always in my backpack, admired by co SRK fans in high school. The same thing was parallel with AK fans (how dare they?) and they never understood why we liked SRK, we didn't even bother asking them anything further!

Something like this was happening in our room at home ( shared the room with sis until I moved to Hassan :-P)

She was an AK fan....oh yeah she was, and she loved blue while I was the pink maniac! such opposites under the same roof, so much tension in a 150 sft room??

Well if you ask me how you ever manage? Oh, life was hard...she broke my tooth, I almost cracked her skull, 

But you know what, we are ok now, sometimes we even manage to put the past behind and talk like grownups; Deepika Padukone vs Sonam Kapoor you know, the normal things!

 What kind are you readers??

Another little quirk

Prime numbers are my favorite, so you should be able to understand that I favor odd numbers to even. '2' is the exclusion, it being the only even prime and all!
So everytime I am asked to pick a number or asked to pick a slot for my jury or anything to do with numbers, I always, always ask for a prime number.
No, I have never been a nerd, never a geek but this has caught on somehow!
My favorite numbers are 3, 7 and 13. I also like 2 and 9. When asked to present for a crowd, I like to go 3rd usually :-)
So, what is your favorite number?

My haunted tales!

Very so often, out water closet decides to flush by itself.
Sometimes its the minute I open the locks and get inside and sometimes its midnight, waking a very disturbed me up!
We already have a noisy water heater that clangs its way routinely anyway but now its as if the W.closet is a new addition and the heater wants to hit on the WC, they sometimes clang and flush together!
Not that I believe in ghosts (shit scared of horror movies which I watch very religiously)but there is fun in talking about a hypothetically haunted bathroom!!!

While in hostel, we architecture students who were always spread over a large table/drawing board had trouble finding our eraser that just a few seconds back was in plain sight.
After a minimum of 10 minutes search for that, maybe after borrowing our neighbour's eraser, we would come back to find that dammed eraser right under our noses!
This happened primarily to erasers and sometimes to other stationary. We did come up with a theory that we had invisible ghosts/pixies (hopefully friendly) lurking around that loved teasing us and hid our stuff momentarily!
Oh those tales, wise old tales...but come to think of it, I am not ready for any other explanation that can solve the little mystery of escaping erasers :-)

And the best part about the search was that it gave relief from work, gave me an excuse to run to Peelu's room which was conveniently and intentionally right beside mine, have a little gossip, suddenly remember I was there for a reason, run back to mine, find my eraser and run back to return hers!!!!!
lol....miss those frivolous days :-)

Life like paper,
Life like paper
All of life, all on paper.
Sings a song; its black or white
Black was blue
And white is true.

Black oh black,
If you were true,
Where would burn the spirit of my fire?
Lost in rules, lost forever
Would be the saga, none so right.

Then came white, like the vast blue sky
Brings to life all my dreams.
Like a bursting tree
Shall soon I be.




Happy 3rd Anniversary dear :-)

I hate growing nails and am not a lot into colouring them. So the way a human has been fabricated; to grow nails does not sound appealing to me.
I wish that in the supply chain where genes, DNA and all that jazz come together after the "Oh so slow" process of evolution, nails get purged.

I understand that there are many out there who'd disagree with this ( Not the supply chain duh ), and like the whole manicured nail idea fascinating.

So I propose evolution to consider something like a one term basis where everyone is born with long nails ( default ) and people who do not like it can snip snip and....it never grows back!

Oh my God, I am a genius and I so love this post

Its midnight here, Im working on my assignments, all due within a span of 10 days! and look whats running in my head.
It all started with Bala asking me to play the classic "Adha hai chandrama" ; he dozed off (no surprise here) midway and I had a reason to go on working with beautiful melodies in the background ( Rafi & Kishore can keep me smiling w/o coffee for hours)
As the night grew, the songs came to a point where Silsila hit the Que and I curiously googled Rekha.
Heres where I share my secret, my ever alive desire to look like Rekha or atleast be mistaken for her ;-).
The infamous affair between big B and Rekha was obviously everywhere, with this fresh in mind, I watched the video on You Tube and could not help but grin at the sizzling chemistry they potray so naturally on screen.
It permeates so much that I had to stop myself from feeling so bad that a couple that incinerating could never be together!
I solemnly confess that I would not, absolutely not have felt bad if B had dissolved his marriage to be with you know who!

Whats in a cake?

Bangalore has more bakeries on any given road than grocery stores and the unique dishes made here are seldom seen elsewhere...Ive relished "Apple cakes" and feasted on them like theres no tommorow! What are they btw?

I, with a hope of recreating them here googled apple cakes and realising none matched namma bakery style, added Bangalore to the search.......
Blogs, blogs and more blogs of my generation ppl who have apparently grown up eating this appleless wonder!

It is difficult to generalize the way they are presented in the glass cases! some bakers give it a nice coloured icing ( not my type ) while others care a little less and callously dust some coconut to make them look intresting ( might be I pity these less cared for cakes )I miss that cheap little delicacy!

How do I describe it?
Every sweet tooth's fantasy, every school over-home returning kid's budget matcher, every baker's leftover cake da amalgam, every savoury veg puff's best companion......

Cricket mania

Every Indian has something to do with cricket; we either love it or hate it but just dont ignore it! not even in a country where all it means is a noisy insect!
Getting the cable connection that has channels telecasting cricket matches is pretty expensive especially considering the fact that we seldom get to watch it live, given the timezone constraints. Nevertheless, getting the scores online, updating it every few seconds with just the refresh button shows how deep the cricketing nerve is rooted.
The lighter side of decisive matches lies in reading the constant streamline of comments & views & whatnot, getting updated faster than the scoreboard. We have die hard fans abusively cursing ill performing players, foul mouthing countries they hate & an occassional inapropriate call from a desperate lover who brazenly writes in......'Sonia I love you'.
Well, drama or masala to an already successful epic...CRICKET

Musings

The little things we take for granted are the ones we miss a lot down the line.Our friendly neighbourhood grocers aka Balaji provisions/Shetty angadi/Kaka angadi have that single item you forgot for that particular recipe saving a long trip to the chain of food marts.I miss being a part of Bangalore which still boasts of upteen number of bakers , yelling vegetable vendors and even the little florists who manage to make a very very decent bouquet for any desired price......sigh,will they all be there 5 years down the line?

Ps:All this started after I forgot buying tea from the Indian stores and realised Id have to wait for a week to drink tea again :-(

Hypocrisy

Everytime I came across the word 'Hypocrite' Id have to look into the dictionary just to get a better understanding of the term,wrt. different contexts it always got different!It always has been easy to relate to hippocrism when it is attributed to someone someone whose behaviour & character is easily distinguishable as someone showing 'Double standards'.
The Oxford dictionary states 'Hypocrisy' ; Behaviour in which a person pretends to have higher standards than in the case!
Well,this was why I never felt right to use the term in any conversation!It really would be easy to read & understand when it is some mean ,vain character who is the accused.
To accuse someone of being a hypocrite would my dear watson be a little too hypocritic itself!
As per me,everybody is a hypocrite is some way!Atleast a confident,succesful person would be.Its just overlooking their flaws,undermining them and walking on smooth ground until-----someone shows up with misattributes that youve been pretending you have no posession of!
Im sure you have grimaced and smirked your dainty nose when someone has indecently belched aloud in your presence,but I just cant imagine there exists a single healthy human being who hasnt belched even a single time, after a sumptuous meal!
Now if that is not being a little hypocritic.....then what is?