Thinking about..

* Running Wild and free behind those Pashmina sheep I found en route to Pangong. Catching them. Giving them one big cuddle.

* Smelling the first rains again. Its raining and raining some more, but that smells been washed away. Wait. There was a word for it. :| Damn.

* Sleeping in the cold, with many layers of blankets above me. Princess and the pea? Nope.

* Singing aloud with Baba Sehgal. Yes. This is a different kind of Saigal Blues.. I’m all Sehgal. Thanda Thanda pani. 90′s rap babayyy!

* Singing stupid flop songs. As if I don’t already, at work. The cubicle-mate comments on how I think of these random flop songs to hum along.

* Closing my eyes and feel eternal peace. It happens, no?

* Cribbing about how men like Star Wars, for no palpable reason, whatsoever. Trek? Wars?  Argh, the confusion. Not that it matters, but some of you are going to turn red with rage. Then I’ll play this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R55e-uHQna0 - and say “Kids, tch tch” and move on.

* Rewinding, by about a year, and set things right! You’re still my favorite, you!

* Falling in love with Patrick Swayze all over again. Sigh. He’s the *wait, sigh* best!

* Dancing like there’s no tomorrow. I do that sometimes. Well, not like people have seen that happen too much.

* Rapping people on their knuckles, so they take me seriously. *Evil*

* Running away to Leh. Alone.

* Becoming the “Single Female Traveller – With a cellphone”. Well, not that I have the guts yet.

* Writing a novel. Maybe. When I think my writing is mature enough. (Yes, it will be mushy).

* Hugging my best friends and telling them how much they mean to me! They do! :)

* Learning how to salsa, so I can put those dancing pangs to good use. Epic idea!

* Telling the cute guy exactly how cute he is! *sigh*

* Getting that taboo tattoo, exactly how I imagine it. *high hopes, considering my fear for the needle*

* Getting that pup I wanted.

* Clicking a pic of all my students while I’m teaching in class, without distracting them. *Invisible camera*

* Finally getting that Lomography Camera. Looks like I can handle it better than my current giant.

* Meeting those people I love, whom I’ve lost touch with.

* Telling my crush, exactly, how special he is. *Sigh*

* Telling dad, that most of this list up here, may not happen. So he needn’t worry too much.

Don’t believe in love

Really now, do we really know what love is? I’m talking about that thing which couples claim to be in. There are a couple of people who swear by it, I’m happy that it keeps you happy, but I’m not convinced. Love is like the God concept. We either believe and have faith or we are Atheists in our own way. I wouldn’t believe I’d swing so far to the other end, but I’m keeping that balance. God, has intrigued me, and made me want to believe in the energy and supreme force or power, and I’ll keep that pendulum from ticking, but Love – has me completely baffled.

Love, is a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person says one particular online dictionary. I wouldn’t entirely agree with the dictionary. Tender and passionate can be referred to as two ends of a scale, in a particular sense.

A very famous person will quote, if he could – Love is a myth propagated by movies. True! I’m not sure if people would be such strong believers, blind seekers, wild goose chase go-ers, haters, lovers, and everything else put together, had it not been for that romantic movie they watched one Saturday night. Its a good thing, although I don’t particularly agree anymore. Love is a good feeling to look forward to. The downside of love, is ugly.

For a moment, let me assume I do believe in love. Isn’t love supposed to last forever and ever? Isn’t it supposed to make you happy? Love makes people insanely sad sometimes. People claim that they’re in love at the drop of a hat, and then 7 months later, they’re done! They’re done serenading the same person they claimed to love. People who claim to love should actually hold their beau’s hand, and be their support system, right? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do not believe this is the case. The minute one person believes that “this is it”, the other walks away, looking for something more exciting. I don’t believe in love.

When you’re in love, does that also come with loss of self respect? Love is supposed to be like a mutual admiration society, no? Why do I see that there is always one person who’s giving all the time, and the other taking. Why aren’t there expectations set right from the beginning. If you’re in love, these expectations should be a breeze to keep up. Are people that selfish in this time and age, that they’d profess their love for someone, and back out only because its not convenient? The other person is grappling in darkness, when you bow out of the “love”-ly relationship. Finding a foothold to pull oneself up is the hardest thing to do. You move on, but your ex-”lover” is still there, stuck in the same space and time. Does this mean you were selfish and you didn’t care? Does it mean you were messing around with someone’s emotions, but you’ve done the right thing by calling it off, before its too late? How late is too late? Its always too late, in love.

Its difficult to believe and I don’t.

The Quest to find Answers..

This mind is a funny place to be in. When I say “this” mind, I totally mean mine. My mind is like a little Devils workshop (notice, I said little – be happy ye’ friends who make fun of me). I’m always brewing up things, trying to think about things that make me happy, try and push things which disturb me into the background and treat those topics as non-entities in my life (who does that! *rolls eyes*). I simply believe that the world is as big as I can think about it. If you’ve heard the phrase “expand your horizon”, I always thought of it as pushing my imagination ahead by a mile, so literally, it would mean expanding my horizon, right? By a mile?

My head, as a whole, seems quite large. My voluminous hair, comes from Mom’s side I think. Wait, is it Dads side? I’m pretty sure I got the nicer hair gene. (sis, you can take the better nose gene ;) ) So, it makes my head look big, and considering I’m a rather tiny person, I’m always doing the head “pat-down”. People who don’t notice often enough – I often run my fingers through my hair, just to make sure that they’re sitting prettily (?), behaving itself, and looking normal. On some days, they just misbehave like its nobody’s business. Like they have a mind of their own, waving and running around in any wild way they like, and someone’s aptly called it a – Bad Hair Day. (Bad Hair! Sit Down you!) Also to be noted, is the very static nature of my hair. On these sullen, dry, frizzy hair days, you could rub a balloon on my hair and will be provided enough energy to help stick it on a wall. I give everyone a shocker, just by shaking hands with them. Sparks fly! Quite literally! Sigh these hairy problems. With all due love and attention, I love thee my mane!

From the mind to the hair problems, would seem rather weird, but the emphasis here was on certain problems that one has. I have many – hair problems, love problems, confusion, clueless-ness, problems in friends lives, problems with the cable guy, problems wondering why boys like star-wars (trek? what was it? scratches head) problems with x, y and z customers at work, issues, cases, tickets, karma, LIFE! The most common problem for me in a day, is checking my emails at work, and thinking – “Ok, that’s 3 truckloads and 2 auto’s full of work, now where do I start”. Then I trudge along. Sifting. Sorting. Panic-ing.

I went on the most beautiful holiday this year. Sitting by the Pangong Tso, I realized that my problems were not as humongous as I make them out to be. Once you sit by something so majestic, huge, and breath-taking, and you feel like you’re “little-r” than you’d imagined, your problems will seem insignificant. That place blew me away and filled me up with mixed emotions. The mixture of warmth and the cold, happiness and extreme sadness, worry and peace, was enough to confuse any intelligent mortal soul. I would’ve slipped into spiritual mode, and serious soul (sole? :P ) searching, had it not been for an answer I was looking for. I found an answer, and hid it away, and decided to implement it when the time was right. Here’s what I learnt – Letting go is as hard as painting a canvas is (for me). As soon as doubt arises, letting go will put someone at ease. Someone’s life will be less conflicted. As soon as someone will realize what you’re putting on the line, and appreciate you for it, it will make you a happier person.

Here’s a bit of Heaven for you!

Love,

Pzes

Shakin’ n a Stirrin’

Apologies for the Granny-post that I put up. I know I’ve been really zonked, wonked, plonked, stressed, messed and other such rhyming things.

When your room gets messy, so much stuff hidden away, so many books strewn around, so many cupboards overflowing, what would you do? Clean Up! Right? So out come those drawers with memories. Old photographs, special chocolate wrappers, gifts, cards, old notebooks with stuff written on the back, old music tapes, hand made cards, “notes”, gift wrapping paper, the tag which said “Happy Birthday”, cartoons of me, the old school prayer, some colored chalk, ribbons, and some more..

Open out those cupboards, pull out some books, some from Engineering which will never make sense. Its amazing to see how some of these have never been touched. Not one dog ear, not a brown stain. Then some other books, of another kind. Completely messed up, owing to the number of times they’ve been read and re-read! :) My fav section. These deserve some rearranging. Lined by order of Genre is a good idea, me thinks!

Rearrangement and shaking things up have started becoming mandatory for me now. Watching Delhi Belly, laughing so hard that my own belly hurt. Walking off in the slight drizzle alone, scared about what lies in store for me. Looking at one of my old crushes photos, which shows he’s “Married” and thinking –  Wow! I escaped that! :) Revamping the blogs theme, hoping things get bolder, better and crazier.

I’m here to deal with each day as it comes. Here’s to newer things and fresher perspectives. Loads to love to the old, whom I’ll always love a tad more than I do myself.

Cheers,
Pzes

Crazy Little Thing called Love

Before I begin my thesis, all the inspiration came from a certain blogger, who went all out to profess her love, and the little things that he does that makes her mush system go bananas! I loved her post and decided to write this. 

Disclaimer: No Assumptions must be made based on the content of this post. 

So, this love thing, is crazy alright. Its been a proven, re-proven and re^many times proven fact that people go crazy when they’re in love. I know that people fall in love many-many… (wait.. more emphasis)  MANY times in one lifetime. Not that I’m a big promoter of this, but it happens. There’s no ignoring that fact. Sometimes, it strikes you so hard, that it will not want to get away. Well, now that’s purely an issue of personal choice.

Love, strikes in many ways. Its different each time. Correct me if I’m wrong when I say, you feel different with different people. Here’s an excerpt thanks to my “shhhhaaaarap” observation skills. The ways people fall in love, what happens to them, and the likes of it.

Type 1 : Boy meets Girl. Love makes you completely crazy. You feel different things, you feel your head spin. Its an emotional gig , teenage flashback. You feel things you’ll probably never feel again.

Type 2: Boy meets Girl. They get to know each other. Things are crazy at first, things are out of order. Slowly, they settle down. The whirlwind dies down and things are mellow. Love makes you happy, calm.

Type 3: Boy meets Girl. There’s a sense of calm that follows. Its probably Smooth, jazz-like relationship. There is no “want” to meet everyday, no “need” to be constantly talking,  but at the end of a long, long day, they really want to talk to each other about how their day’s been, how they need some support, and that’s just love.

Type 4: Boy meets Girl. Further details are out of the scope of this blog, since this is a completely “entertainment channel” type of medium.

As I said, I’ve observed this. This is completely my opinion. My “Curious observer” side may not have picked up obvious simple types. Now maybe I’m just not cut out for it. I’m probably not cut out for simplicity and probably not cut out for love. :) All I know is, expressing love could happen very differently for each person. Love has no Boundaries, no rules, no definition. Amen.

The curious observer wants to know more.  Let me know what you think of love. I’m just trying to make sense of it. :) 

Of Food-y Dreams..

So here’s the thing. I’m having rather strange dreams. Normally dreams are only a minuscule interpretation of the reality. Right? Or its some complex-S#$t like that. Some, sub-conscious mind-bloggling truth-defying path-breaking stuff. Lets delve a tad more into dreams, but not scientifically. I’m incapable of supporting my statements with scientific proven facts. No, no can do.

So, we’re all supposed to have different dreams. Everyone’s supposed to have different ones, feel different emotions, break hearts, cry, kill, murder, in their own dreams. BUT. There, I’ve said it. BUT. Have you ever had that dream about you falling? Falling, falling, into a bottomless pit. There’s no end to your free fall. You feel light, unburdened. Then you land, with a soft thud (maybe THUD! in some cases), and wake up. I’ve had this countless times. Have you? I’d be surprised if you haven’t. Argh.

I’m talking about dreams simply because I’m dreaming about food for the past couple of days. Strange that we were talking about Hot Chocolate the other day and I had a strange dream that I went to this store where they served me Hot chocolate in a huge wooden glass. Trust me when I say HUGE! I sipped it and it was pure molten chocolate, thick, dark and dense. I downed one glass and quickly downed another. I want to have a deja vu of this dream someday. Sigh.

Then, it happened last night. I dreamed I was eating Gol-Gappa after Gol-Gappa. Those little round bombs of awesomeness that explode in your mouth with sour, sweet and spice all mixed up in one. Is a dream a manifestation of reality or is it the other way around. Either way, its a sign, that I HAVE to eat them, soon. Very Soon. Slurp.

Maybe its because the weather is so superb right now. As I sit here typing this, I wanted to rush through it. Simply because its raining right now (I love the afternoon rains), my room is dark, the bed inviting, and my eyes drooping. I really should give into the temptation right now. zzz…

Oh, Tell me your dreams?

What-ayyy Happened!

Whatayyy happened to the weather?!  So this summer thing. I don’t know where its gone! In Bangalore, the minute our “alleged” spring turns into summer, our “alleged” summer turns into the monsoon. I love it! I love how comfortable the weather is. The sun sifting in and out behind clouds, generously showering the city into a light drizzle. I love how easy it is to fall asleep on an afternoon. *Must finish post before dozing off*

Whatayyy Trip!  I fell asleep on the flight, tired as I was, I’d have to thank the steward for waking me. Salman, something. Prodding, he said, “You should look out of the window”. That was love, at first sight. The sun streamed onto my face, and low beneath, were majestic mountains. All their tips covered in snow. I took a moment to glance around, I wasn’t the only one. Everyone on that flight was surprisingly quiet, peering out. I only heard one woman whisper “This is so beautiful, I’m never going to forget this”. That summed it up for me. I got off the aircraft to be hit by icy cold wind, which didn’t really help the fact that I was under-dressed. I somehow seemed to think my uber-cool Van Heusen sweater was going to suffice. HELL! It was Purple! That was all that mattered. I walked out of that little airport and went on to have the best holiday ever.

I’m in love with Leh. The people, the lovely way in which they say Jullay for absolutely anything, the smile and Jullay you get back when you greet them, their really really rosy cheeks! So if you see from close enough why these people have such rosy cheeks, you’ll see that their capillaries have burst, giving them that wonderful apple-like-cheek-look. (ok I don’t know why I said apple). Leh, watch me come back and see you again. :)

Whatttayyy Deceit?! So I’ve been breaking a promise. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t stop writing posts, come-what-may. Well, actually May did come and make me super busy. I’ve so many things on my plate, which happens to be of the compartmentalized kind, that there seems to be many things spilling over. I’m holding things together, and expanding the plate as well.

Whattayyyy Cuteness?! So thanks to this friend of mine at work, we ended up watching this video many times at work. Somehow, I’m fascinated by this. I’m all awwww one minute and wondering how this happened the other. Give it a watch, and let me know what you thought when you saw this.

Once you’ve watched this, watch this one at your own risk - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITGsCL7MIZo.  I’m not responsible for any damages caused.

Have a lovely week, with lots of WHATAAAYYYYY moments! :)

Love,

Pzes

See.. Dealaram this is!

Hi,

I am Dealaram. A new name in the world of online commerce. But that doesn’t mean I am short of enthusiasm. No, sir , no. I am here to create a niche for myself in the blooming market and rise to a new level.

Now I am sure, these words would have raised quite a number of questions in your head. I will try to answer all of them.

Who Is This Loud-mouth And What Does He Do?

Like I said, my name is Dealaram. I am a deal aggregator. I collect deals, from different offline and online vendors and I offer them to you for a small amount depending on the savings. You can use the coupon to avail the said discount.

But There Are So Many E-Com Sites.

A Good question. First of all, I don’t call my self an e-com site. I am as I said in the previous question, a deal aggregator. Or rather lets give it a new term: A Dealagator. I snap up deals for you like an alligator. In simpler terms you can say, I am the guy who puts the restaurant pamphlets and discount coupons at your doorstep.

What is New About You?

I have tried to combine a coupon system with the benefits of bulk buying. The deals can be bought in exchange for a few coins. The day you register with me, your account will be credited with 200 coins. There are different ways by which yo can earn more coins eg by promoting me, blogging about me, promoting my Twitter handle and FB pages etc. Other than that, you can recharge the coins in your account. That is our online currency, similar to what you will see in the browser based games. And there are quite a few recharge options available. Moreover there are loyalty based bonuses available.

Is It Free?

Yes and No. Registration is free and the first 200 coins are free. And I will conduct different events, online parties if you wish to call them from time to time where freebies will be up for grabs. But other than that, you will need to recharge the coins.

How does it Benefit Me?

In more ways than I can count. The deals I have, ensure that YOU PAY LESS for what you want. I am planning to have deals not just in restaurants, spas and resorts sector, but everywhere. From Health Check-ups to Summer Workshops for kids. Books to Grocery Stores, Electronics to Furnishing Your Complete Home, Latest Fashion to Adventure Trips, handmade organic products to tailor made designer clothings…..you name it and it will be all at discount…if not now then some time from now.

And more than that, I wish to have a personal touch with all my members. Not in a formal business way, but like a friend. You can contact me through e-mail (two mail ids have been listed below), or via my facebook page or through Twitter. Me and my team members appreciate feedback. Plus I encourage the members to tell me what kind of deals they want. And I will try my best to get them for you.

How Do I Register?

Right now the site is on beta testing and is not fully functional. To register do send an email with your details i.e. name, age, e-mail id and phone number to support@dealaram.com The guys there are good and I assure you they will not sell your number to various telemarketers and neither will they spam your message box with PJs

For More Details, you can drop in a mail to

Mayur: screwdriver@dealaram.com

Prateek: prateek@dealaram.com (He really wanted to use snowleopard but damn the guy above)

In the meanwhile you can check my FB page and Twitter handles. I have been putting up free coupons, which are up for grabs. Don’t miss that opportunity.

Cheers

Dealaram

Men.

My Beloved Blog,

Really, its been ages, since I went on a random typing spree. I love doing that. Randomly going tap tap tap, and seeing words form into sentences. Sentences that portray my thoughts. Here I am once again, deciding that thoughts must be penned (if only, sigh).

Today, since I’ve some time on my hands, they itched. I just had to write! Weird as it is, I’ve been thinking about 3 men. (I expect tonnes of random comments on this line. Refrain.)

Now, one  man who bit the dust today. I watched as my old crush got married to someone with whom he looked so F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S. I remember flipping through a teenage magazine, when I was a teenager (I don’t now :P ), and coming across this photograph of a cute boy with hair, a mix of blonde and pepper, a cute smile, and innocent eyes. Crush! Everyone wants to marry a prince when they’re young. All through your childhood you read all those fairy tales of Princes rescuing the damsel in distress, and carry those stories with you into your early teenage years. Of course I’d fall for a Prince. William. Cute. Wow. Dashing. All those innocent words about someone who was actually a PRINCE! Prince William. Today I watched his wedding, in total awe! He’s bald, but still has that boyish charm. I found myself reciting wedding vows, picked up by many movies, like the Father of the Bride. With this ring, I thee wed. The Royal Kiss, the blush that spread across his face. Yes, I watched the wedding on television and thought it was totally worth the 2 hours spent!

Man number 2, isn’t really around. It sucks that he isn’t in a way. I love him- for his charm, his goofiness, his goodness and constant search
for love. He’s the sensitive one, the gentleman. I love the way he describes his quest to find his woman, in great exaggerated detail, to his kids. I love his goofy charm, his crazy bunch of friends with whom he gets exasperated, his super architect brains! There’s more. I love his ability to look goofy cute. Makes me go awwwww. Now before I topple a cartload of mush on him, I must declare that I love Ted. Forever more Ted. Love!

The third man, was born in a difficult country. His family was an economically stable one, but they moved on from a difficult country to Paris,
 from where he moved to the United States. He turned out quite well himself. A doctor by profession, and a writer by passion. I’ve realized that his books are my absolute favorite, and him for being able to connect to his country of his childhood. Khaled Hosseini makes me want to re-read his books from the beginning, the moment I reach the last page. I often wonder what it is about The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns that makes me want to sit and stare at a blank wall, and think about all that I’d just read. One book about a boy so loyal, and loving. The other about women wanting to break free. Her freedom was to soar freely in thought. Independence. Khaled, you’ve given me the one line that I will love for eternity. For you, a thousand times over. 

Dear Mr Mukherjee,

Nomaashkaar, and all that. So I was really looking forward to not having to end up writing to one of your kind. You know? Politician. Specially after the “Mera Neta Chor Hai” campaign, my skeptical eye became more skeptical (well.. I guess it means it became smaller, or bigger). So after the government came to a consensus with Anna ji, I guess you just had to be the chairman of the Joint Committee for the Jan Lokpal Bill. Please accept my humble congratulatory letter, on your minor victory. This is good for your resume Mr Mukherjee. You could add – “Chairman, Jan Lokpal Joint Committee”, under the Other Activities section. Very very cool.

Caricature by mint

In other news, I also read that you’ve a “co-chairman” on the committee. Really, does a Co-chairman really matter? Its a tiny little “co-” after all. He’s going to probably constantly be prodding you to make space for him on the chair, but that’s alright. You make sure you’re firmly seated on your chair. Remember, Shanti Bhushan’s been picked by Hazare ji. I trust him. He’ll only poke you when necessary, not “superpoke” like any other Neta would. Thank Heavens for that! Phew!

A mix of neta-log and aam-log. (Hum-log?) Who’d have thought it was possible? We-log were always at loggerheads with you-log. (Sorry, I’m mixing you with them-log, I don’t mean to be mean) This, was a victory for Democracy. Don’t you think so too? You must let me know what you think of this. Ooops! I almost forgot that you’ll be busy now. Managing the finances of this moderately populated country wasn’t enough, that they decided to add another feather to your cap. Sonia ji and Singh Saab think its an easy task. To fish out the dirt from under the carpet. There must be a couple of billion cases of corruption, all over this country. You’ll probably have to manage this when you’re free. Over your evening Chai. Make sure you invite the other boys as well. You can discuss the 2G, Adarsh, Bofors (ohhhh, you won’t… that’ll be like giving Haath to the mothership. Sorry.) over steaming pakoras and a cup of cutting-tea. Patti Rok ke, cheeni tok ke.

On a serious note Mr Mukherjee, be wary of those representatives of the Civil Society. They could kick some serious b*tt! I’ve heard they make a few phone calls, and thousands flood to common meeting grounds, in packs and herds. Most of those famous movie stars come too! They bring in a couple of thousands too. Fans, they’re called. They don’t know whats happening, but thats a headcount of a thousandmore. Star Power, is what they call it these days. Not that I’m saying you won’t be able to gather crowds, you’ve learnt so well. People come from near and far to come see you speak at rallies. You don’t need to have fans.. probably show them some wads, give them some “fans” of their own. They’ll come. See. Makes for head count too. I guess its valid.

On an incredibly serious note, Mr Mukherjee, and your neta-log on the panel. I’ve seen some serious change in the way people think. People are tired. They don’t want to wake up early in the morning to visit a Government office, with the mentality of I’d better keep a couple of notes to feed those officials, else it’ll be a waste of a trip made. They don’t want to pay through their teeth to honor their right anymore. Nope. They don’t. They won’t let you sit around sipping your Earl Grey tea dripping out from your tea bags while they stand in queues to buy that packet of tea, which is a much loved luxury. They can’t go without their cup of tea either.

Caricature by Muralidhar

These aam-log creatures know the “Power of the People” now. They’ll walk into big parks, sit down, ask for their rights. One man will stand firm. One from amidst the masses will be powerful enough to challenge your thoughts. Anna Hazare ji did it for us this time. The next time, it’ll be someone else. Its time, Mr Mukherjee. We’re a Democracy now. Finally.

Warm Regards,

Anna’s Aam-log.