Rain: Part II

Well this time it was a lot more eventful, therefore a longer post.

Morning - 5.30:

Nothing worth mentioning happened.

5.30 - 6.16:

B had just left. I was stuck in GK 1 with 12kg of 'stuff'. My cell phone had conked off long time ago (the battery has been screwing up a lot these days, doesn't even last a day!). And I was waiting for A, who seemed to be coming from the other part of the world (Bugger wasn't taking any calls from B's number while she was with me. So technically even if he was in some other part of the world, there was no way I would have known!!). I' d decided to wait till 7 and then make a move. But obviously He had other plans altogether.

The next few minutes were as if they had been taken out straight from some novel, or some cheesy Hindi movie. Full on bollywood style aandhi-toofan, lonely girl with her 'stuff' waiting for help!

Finally at around 6ish A came. He was sort of "disoriented about the ways", and that had taken him that long. OK, no questions asked, no explanations sought.

6.16 - 7ish:

We were randomly walking in the market, all soaked (me:full, A:li'l bit). Had bhel puri (although A wanted to have "save" puri, but realised it a bit too late.), sat for sometime, and finally decided to leave for home.

7ish - 7.30:

We died looking for an auto. In the beginning it was all fun but not so for long! Somehow no auto would be ready to go to Mayur Vihar. (I don't live in some other bloody city! Just because it's "yamuna paar" doesn't mean you buggers can refuse!). So we decided to take an auto till Nehru Place and then a 492 from there.

Meanwhile the following developments had taken place:

1. Both my chappals had broken!

2. My jeans were falling, no belt. :(

3. My shoulder was already quite screwed, the 6kg 'stuff' didn't make it better!

4. I was COLD!

7.30 - 7.50:

Got a bus without any hassle. The only problem was that it was slower than a bullock cart, thanks to Delhi traffic and rains! It somehow dragged till the Lajpat turn and finally started moving! Not really bothered about the eventualities, we were busy talking shit, then A playing 'Asphalt', another round of non-sense talks, etc; quite amusing for others in the bus. They obviously thought we were two retards, just escaped from somewhere! (I definitely looked like one, and A was with me, so...).

And obviously 492 wasn't really on my side, so instead of taking Sarai Kale khan, we took DND. And that meant that I would have to go to Noida now, and then figure out an auto from there!

7.50 - 8.50:

I was supposed to get off at the first stop after DND, that being Rajnigandha, which obviously didn't happen. According to A, Sab mall was the best place to get down at, which, according to me, was in the other direction! And yes it was in the other direction. So we got off somewhere in Sec-20! No auto was ready to go to MV (!!!!!!). So we decided to take a rick till 18 and then an auto. I was pissed, thoroughly! (not with anything else but that stupid 492).

9ish - 9.30:

I got into the auto, A left. The auto didn't move! Apparently the other auto was parked in a such a way that mine couldn't get out. 10mins, finally moving. Too much traffic, so we took the 16A route. The auto stalls at the16A red light. 15mins (by this time I've already gotten in and out of the auto 5-6 times to get another one, obviously in vain). Somehow made a move!

9.30 - 11.00:

Ma and Chumki obviously knew what had happened. They had managed to call up both A and B, and I had no clue about it. I knew it was stupid to even try to cover up, so I just gave in. Pretty screwed up scene, but.. "shit happens!"..

The last part compensated for the whole day, law of averages governs my life after all! So I knew it was coming since long back, and it did set some very important things straight for me, so I'm not even complaining:

1. I told them about the camera thing, in each and every detail possible (I haven't blogged about it but you will know it if you know me). That means I will be rich . :D

2. I dumped P. :D :D :D

A long, though thoroughly satisfying day! Phew!

P.S. A, B and P are not random variables! Friends with identities not disclosed.

Rain: Part I

It finally rained today! Such a relief.

Monsoons have finally hit Delhi too, or so I want to presume after a li'l bit of rain.

Astrology.com Specials Part II

I can't believe how insensitive this site is. I'm sure it's got some personal issues with me! (Wasn't it obvious the last time they mailed me, that they had to rub it in again!)

This is what they came up with today:

Subject: Is It Really Over?

Dear Mishika,

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All I want to know is: why me!!!!!

Random..

"I don't know why love starts or why it ends, but it only seems real when it's in a mess." -Head Over Heels.

"How liberating it is to love someone so much, and not be able to love anyone else, at all..

And not care whether that someone loves you, or not, or someone else, or have the potential to love anyone at all.." -Mishika

बस यूँ ही..Bass yun hi..

इंतेज़ार की आड़ में उम्मीद लगाएँ बैठें हैं,

कब से उस एक पल की आस लगाए बैठें हैं,

कभी ना कभी तो आएगा वो दिन,

अन्दर से एक आवाज़ दस्तक देती है,

बस यूँ ही..

कुछ देर से ही सही पर कुछ कर गुज़र जाएँगे,

कुछ देर से ही सही पर कभी तो भुला पाएँगे,

सोच कर कुछ ऐसा लबों पर मुस्कान आती है,

बंद होटों से जो नज़रों में समा जाती है,

बस यूँ ही...

कभी तो दिल से दिमाग जीत जाएगा,

सफ़र कभी तो अपनी गति बढेगा,

एक न एक दिन ऐसा भी आयेगा,

सोच के ऐसा ये दिल ललचाता है,

बस यूँ ही...

नज़रें कभी तो थक कर दम तोडेंगी,

उम्मीद कभी तो इंतज़ार का दामन छोडेगी,

कभी तो रुकेगा ख्वाइशों का कारवां,

कभी तो हम भी हंस सकेंगे खुद पर,

बस यूँ ही...

(For those who have trouble reading hindi)

Intezaar ki aad mein umeed lagaye baithe hain,

Kab se uss ek pal ki aas lagaye baithe hain,

Kabhi na kabhi to ayega woh din,

Andar se ek awaaz dastak deti hai,

Bass yun hi...

Kuch der se hi sahi par kuch kar guzar jaenge,

Kuch der se hi sahi par kabhi to bhula paenge,

Soch kar kuch aisa labon par muskaan aati hai,

Band hoton se jo nazron mein sama jaati hai,

Bass yun hi...

Kabhi toh dil se dimag jeet jaega,

Safar kabhi toh apni gati badhaega,

Ek na ek din aisa bhi ayega,

Soch ke aisa yeh dil lalchata hai,

Bass yun hi...

Nazarein kabhi toh thak kar dum todengi,

Umeed kabhi toh intezaar ka daaman chhodegi,

Kabhi to rukega khwaashion ka karawaan

Kabhi toh hum bhi hans sakenge khud par,

Bass yun hi...

Just randomly at 1am last night, had nothing better to do (that's obviously a lie. I could have read, slept, anything but THIS!!)

Inspired from the poem (otherwise fictitious) that Julia Stiles reads in the end for Heath Ledger in "10 Things I Hate About You".

{ I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.}

This is what my version is like:

I hate you for the fact that you know me so well,

I hate to think of the moment for you when I fell.

I hate to cry whenever I think of you,

I hate that with each other, we no longer have anything to do.

I hate the paths that I now have to travel alone,

I hate to admit that from my life you're gone.

I hate everything that reminds me of you,

I hate the fact that I don't really hate them too.

I hate to see how you just don't care,

I hate to know there is nothing we anymore share.

I hate to dream all day (and night) about you,

I hate the fact that you still just see through.

I hate how you threw me out of you life,

I hate the fact, that without you it's so hard to survive.

I hate to come up with excuses so that we can meet,

I hate that without you, I feel so incomplete.

I hate to be always giving you a thought,

I hate it so much because you still mean hell a lot.

I hate it when out of the blue I get your text,

I hate it when I spend hours thinking-what next?

I hate the fact that I can hate you never,

Because loving you once, now means loving you forever!!

P.S.: No (questioning) comments, please!

Cheero again..I love!

He has grown up. Almost 5months now. I love him more than ever. His name is more significant than anyone could ever imagine.

With all my love,

To Cheero!!

Ladhkhadaaye Kadam!!

I love dancing, even though I just can't. I try all the time. Its worse than my singing (if you know me well enough then you would know why!). Most people are usually amazed at my dancing "skills", it's hard to believe how bad I am!!

This one's choreographed by me, and I obviously love it. If you think you can't dance, you should definitely watch this. You'll feel loads better and so much more confident. Enjoy!!

P.S. The one in green is Nupur. She reinforces my madness! Love <3

June14: One more. Just found it yday. I love this too. Solo performance. :)

Astrology.com Specials

Astrology sites definitely have a thing for me. I keep getting random mails everyday from so many of these sites. And there are times when they make sense, make sense in such an amusing way that it is hard to believe.

Like this site did yesterday. I usually just delete the mail straightaway but this obviously grabbed my attention. This is what it goes like:

Subject: Is It Time to Move On?? (I could have slapped this mail if it was possible!!)

Dear Mishika,

Still clinging to a relationship that's over? Sometimes it seems you can't let go of someone, no matter how hard you try. Find out what he's really thinking -- and if you should wait for him or move on -- with a free psychic love reading. New customers, enjoy your special offer: Get the first 10 minutes of your call free!

Buggers I tell you!

Hey! I'm adopted!

Chumki's favorite pass time is to irritate me. This is something she aces. No matter how hard I try, I can't ignore her for long (You'll know exactly why if you know either of us well). And she is very creative when it comes to ways of irritating me.

So this time she came up with this whole story of how and why I was adopted (No I haven't been adopted. I am my parents child, but Chumki has a different story altogether!) This is what it goes like (explanation being given to R, in front of Ma):

"I am the first child, so obviously I was extremely pampered. Ma and Papa gave me so much that I got bored of everything (which includes all my toys, friends, books, etc etc). So they obviously wanted to get something that could entertain me for sometime at least. That's when they got her (i.e. Mishika) so that I wouldn't get bored. But later they got attached and adopted her."

Amusing!!

P.S. I have heard so many of these "how-and-why-I-was-adopted" stories that I don't even believe them anymore (initially I did :p).

Plus I resemble my family members way too much to buy that I am adopted.

Hard luck Chumki!!

Jama Masjid

Jama Masjid is the principal mosque of Old Delhi in India. It was built by the Mughal emperor Shahjahan and it is the largest and best-known mosque in India. It is located on central street of Old Delhi, Chandni Chowk.

I love this place for reasons that are not so obvious. Have some bitter-sweet memories related to this place (and Daryaganj book bazaar and Karims)..

I went there some time back, just to get some thoughts sorted!

Brida: Paulo Coelho!!

I just liked these lines/quotes/ideas/(whatever) a lot!!

• We study what we can see, but what we see is not always what exists.
• As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.
• The night is just a part of the day.
• Miracles can't be explained, but they exist for those who believe in them.
• What is outside is harder to change than what is inside.
• Judging oneself to be inferior to others is one of the worst forms of pride you can know, because it is the most destructive way of being different.
• It isn't explanations that carry us forward, it is our desire to go on.
• People get used to their own mistakes, and it's not long before they start taking them as virtues.
• This far, and no farther!
• They had confessed their love to each other and now, they were embarrassed to look each other in the eye.
• Love is no respecter of reasons.
• You only live twice- once when you are born, and once when you look death in the face.