Goodbye Sam.. Hello Samantha..

My last post of the year... As 2008 bids farewell.. and I listen to my favourite bands doing one of the most absorbing songs i've ever heard..(U2 and the Corrs.. When the Stars Go Blue).. I am lamenting upon the year that just flew past..

Another course out and done with.. a new phase embarked upon.. some old endings, new beginnings.. and put an end to some of these beginnings this year itself.. a couple of emphatic statements.. some fighting back.. quite a bit of smiling ans laughing... this year was truly a mixed bag.. with a whirlwind of emotions and situations i encountered..

I truly believe.. this year i grew up.. If i may say.. a bit more maturity, a bit more rationality.. and a teeny-weeny bit of wisdom.. I may not be Ms. Know-it-All yet... but am OK wid my performance... As for 2008.. I hate to see it go... But am sure.. I'll Love it when It's gone...

Anyway.. Have a blast in 2009... Hope it brings in Loads of Cheer and Happiness..to Everybody Around..

Adios 2008...Bienvenido 2009!!!!

P.S. if your wonderin why such a name to the Post.. coz thats one of My fav Cliff Richard Songs...

Ricks' Bday...

7th December... One of my closest pal' birtday.. Ricks has been that pillar of strength.. that i could lean on when i felt my foundation was pretty much shaken.. he helped me strengthen my base..see the brighter side of life....almost always...

So what did I do? I met him and his dearest college mate at a Barista..n later was joined by a friend of mine and surprised him with that cake...which he claimed.. he smelt.. after all can Divs ever never be upto anything???? Considering that officially we've known each other for eight years now.. i guess the last two years have only been worth keeping track off...and the cake was the least I could do...he is sweet, genuine, down-to-earth no doubt.. and puts me in my place...whenever needed...He truly is someone I bank upon..

Although he no longer is in India.. and almost always forgets something I asked him for.. Teases me to the core and cracks a PJ at my most serious times.. he is someone whose friendship I cannot do without.. He doesn't read me like a book.. and that is a relief.. for the transperent face i have.. but ya.. the loveliest books i possess are surely his rendition...

Happy Birthday buddy.. Keep that smile on.. I hope this friendship lasts a lifetime..n btw.. I must let you know Ricks... I do agree.. that Rix shall always Rock!!!

P.S... let ur mail id remain.. atleast for frnds like me.. u'll after all always be RixyRoxy to me...

Live life..err... Vicki Height..

If u hav noticed.. I write only on weekends... Mostly so.. Perhaps the reason being that those are the only sane days for me to pen my thoughts.. The rest of the days is the regular Gtalk song transfer and banter..with my set of friends...and that is enough to drain me!

Saturdays are usually no stop days.. I do almost everything i love.. from walking around CP to window shopping to meeting up pals...The last is the most consistent part of my trend!!!

This week the Bakra was Vicki.. as i call him.. My frnd from CLC.. someone i became friends with only to the end of my law.. yet discovered to be so much like me... Crazy, fanatic, passionate to start with.. about art, music and books...the fact that our bdays fall on consecutive days..similarly aged siblings and what not... Our banter is endless.. sometimes interspersed with stretches of Silence..

So.. I met Vicki.. after.. 6 months i think.. and the beauty is.. it seemed as though i had met him just last week.. The banter was as warm as ever.. our exchange of idiosyncracies.. over biryani, paneer makhani, raita.. and ahem ahem.. a cocktail.. recounting old times.. catching up on what was on in our lives.. advice.. never unwarranted..and endless laughter.. checking out the kids trying to act ah-so-grown-up... i truly had a great time..

The reason i write this post.. is cause i realise that one rarely meets people you feel at home with.. from minute one.. For one.. i learnt Vicki' first impression of me.. as SNOBBISH... n i laughed my heart out!!!

Well Vicki.. thanx for all the awesome times we've had.. walking frm CLC to metro.. dragging me 2 Bhatia' place for that Juris book.. Running up and down for PAC.. to the phonecalls to recruiters. Mawana.. hahaha!!! Uve just left me with times to smile about!!! Ofc.. it would be unfair if i dint mention the times you were at the receiving end.. but let me tell you.. i am glad to have been at the receiving end of your friendship!!!

I can only think of one song:

Dont you ever wish.. You were someone Else,
You were meant to be.. the way you are exactly...
Don't Change...

Cheers!!!

The Day that Just Flew By....

Sometimes.. you don't know what is in store for you.. but you just wake up knowing its gonna be a Lovely day.. Yesterday was one of those days.. when I woke up from that side of the bed that makes you feel... Today is Gonna be A Great day..

Hey stop guessing.. I didnt bump into my ah-much-frenzied-Bach... but who knows!!! :P For the eternal optimist on the few things that i am, today i felt optimistic about almost everything... Morning was as smooth as silk.. no tatter-patter with mum or dad... truce.. And i reach office and there's some news that makes me truly happy! (Congrats guys!!!)

And then.. as I walk thru the colours of Janpath.. to reach Piccadelhi.. I take the longest route possible... walking through, peeping through stores and making numerous slow-downs to admire windows... something that doesnt come to me easily.. (am a shop with a list gal!)

As am heading.. I make a stop at the music store.. pick up CDs like Crazy... I picked up 7 CDs to start with.. then replaced them with 3 MP3 Cds and a fusion.. so 4in all.. and swipe my card jus to dent myslf a teeny-weeny bit.. and what a lovely dent could that be..

My next stop.. Piccadelhi.. where i intended to meet some people I hardly know.. and for the hours we spent.. over banter, lotus stem in honey garlic, mousse, noodles, chese sticks, coffee for some and a fantabulously recipe-ed but horribly mixed cocktail...time just flew... Meeting people is not always so pleasurable.. this time.. meeting each one.. was completely a Pleasure...

And as U2' Beautiful Day plays behind me.... It is the Perfect song for me....

Just like That...

When you are dazed, confused..
When you feel.. looking at everything.. amused,
When there are answers to questions you donot know,
When things seem fine, but happiness does not show,
When things turn inside out,
And you want to do nothing.. but scream and shout..
When you are around people yet alone,
When you should be happy when rings beside the fone,
When there are thousands of questions unknown,
And in the night.. the moon is not shone..
And what do you so is all you ask,
A challenge.. seems every task...
And then when walks in that Angel to mend..
Devoid of halo or wings.. just there.. for a hand to lend.
What else would you call that God-given Gift..
Nothing else.. but your most Precious Friend..

Dedicated to some people.. Who have helped me sail through tyrannical times... God Bless you!!!!

Mumbai Musings...

For the one month of my life I shall cherish forever....July of 2007..

My parents away.. yet Chitti chitappa around... Gannu, Sowmi, Purni and the late night banter..

New city Blues.. and electric train terror.. Internship..

Meeting someone after years at the airport.. and the silence in that...

Wimbeldon and Federer's win..and then the call till 4 am.. discussing things absolutely crazy yet so close...:P

Pomegranate and me snatching Gannu's share... our GRE Word tag games..n his PPT and me playing around with Fonts... endless song transfers!!!

Tilak Nagar Harbour Line... Fight at Dadar to get off the train..

Walks to Chembur market on Sundays.. and endless banter with Purni...Chitti's special Paneer..

Idiosyncracies.. Bandra Fort.. and the things that went with it..the Message Marathon..

Mahalaxmi temple.. Siddhi Vinayak' Siddhi..

The high Rise at Worli and the contrasting black sea..Walking on the parapet along Marine drive..

Chittappa accompanying me to the station while on his morning stroll..

Vijaya aunty, uncle and our laughter Riot..

Uchita and Vada Pav...The call and the Result..

My trip to Pune.. watching the most useless movie.. Naqaab at the Adlabs there...the Cookies from Khayani bakery... Ofcourse sir and banter with him..

Sea breeze.. varied aroma.. the rattling of the train.. the simplicity of the people..

Meeting Periappa and losing him...

I must say.. i have countless things on my mind... and perhaps this post seems.. non-sensical.. but its just some lovely things.. i fear i might loose tab off.. caught in the Busy life in my city...It's just a reminder.. for the times when i will forget to remember (perhaps..)that it is the smallest of things that make us really happy People!!!

Well.. Well..

A few things a new found affection for.. for some.. refound them...

a. Coloured Eyepencils.. realised it.. when Flirtatious Farzi told me.. that my eyes lit up his day.. n bingo the idea.. chalo.. some use of useless banter!!!

b. Eddie Vedder's Song.. The Long Road.. OST.. of Dead Man Walking... The lyrics are fantabulous:

"And I wished for so long, cannot stay...
All the precious moments, cannot stay...
It's not like wings have fallen, cannot stay...
But I feel something's missing, cannot say...

Holding hands are daughters and sons
And their faiths just falling down, down, down, down...
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

We all walk the long road. Cannot stay...
There's no need to say goodbye...
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

And the wind keeps roaring
And the sky keeps turning gray
And the sun is set
The sun will rise another day...

We all walk the long road. Cannot stay...
There's no need to say goodbye...
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today
How I've wished for so long
How I wish for you today

We all walk the long road (3x)"

For the uniniitated.. here's the song...

Lovely song aint it??? n Lovelier Movie... Sean Penn.. ahh!!!!

c. Picked up my diary.. to pen in some poetry... after years...touched that book..

d. Richard Bach's Book : A gift of Wings... Awesome read...

e. Laughing away.. as I tackle the humongous volume of the Hitchhiker' Guide to the Galaxy..

Neway thats it... Ciao!!! Yenjai!

Ban on Cigs..

Post the SC decision to ban smoking... delhi truly has become a cleaner neater place... I can feel that in the air.. I find lesser stubs on the road.. And I think for all those who suffer from respiratory problems.. it will surely be a relief..

I noticed the change particularly this sunday.. when i went to a resturant.. where ppl usually come to chit-chat, listen to the music, hav a drink if they please and leave. The music for me is the major attraction to head there.. and ofc the fact that we have haunted the place all through Law!!! The place now seems so clean.. that now the air earlier seems as though it was grey... U can otice the people in the pic now.. behind me.. earlier.. that wd have been.. err.. MI-4?

As there are old endings, and new beginnings.. life has to move on.. for a couple of smoker friends of mine.. who complain.. I'd only say smile.. you're getting rid of a bane!!!

Honest, the idea that i dont see ppl with cigs in their hands all that often is new, different.. and perhaps a little uneasy.. but I guess we better get used to it!!!

Nahi to.. Jane kya Hoga Rama Re??? (I hope you remember the song!!!)

Mississippi Mud Pie....

Mississippi reminds me of my mum making me write the spelling 10 times... also of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn.. two charecters i enjoyed reading as a teenager!!! But the third thing... and perhaps the most pleasant of these is that am transported back to the Heavenly flavour of Big Chill.. where almost always I gorge on this High Calorie Calling...so much so for my much gorged papaya mid-morn treat!!!

Big Chill is this Resturant at Delhi' upmarket.. Khan.. they have 2 resturants there and one more at GK.. I think they serve some of the best italian I have ever let my lips taste.. the pasta is always impeccable.. and the one hour in the waiting,, seems justified..

So who introduced me to MMP? my sis... a connoiseur of the place.. I remember the first time we went was when I was in grad.. after my ah-so-revelating experience..(read haircut/trim)... Now its almost a ritual that i head out for an MMP after a snip.. trust me.. Heaven Is what I feel!!!

Well.. that is Gloria Estefan's song.. except that she finds Heaven without someone.. but yeh.. may i borrow and alter it at this one!!! Well if you see me.. you might not believe me if i said.. food and sleep interest me the least.. but ask my mum.. and she'll tell you what a tyrant "Kuch Bhi" ans i Give when she wants an opinion on the menu...but MMP is one thing I think rarely twice about.. but today.. I did.. twice.. wondering if i nee another helping!!!

P.S... I think I deserve a free vouchur to Big Chill now.. What Say????

Vijaya Dashami...

It is Dashami today.. the last day of Navaratri celebrations... I have wat we call a Golupadi(steps of dolls) arranged for the nine days... and today..the last.. we will put them rest for the year..

Navratri has always been special.. its quite an enthusiastic affair putting up golu n all.. and all friends trickling in... many north indians intgrigued by our idea of celebrating navratri.. Guests are expected to sing.. and my mum ah-so-ecstatically narrates the socializing theme behind the set up!!!

Navmi is officil holiday from work and studies.. except in corporates ofcourse.. We keep all our books covered in new cloth.. forth a pic/idol of saraswati.. and next morn .. old or young.. everyone has to study.. but Navmi.. is Chutti..

I remember my days frm music class.. When we used to have a class on Dashami.. and learn a new song without fail.. to symbolize "Vidya arambham" (the beginning of New learning) We met our friends from all other classes.. and had a gala time dressed in traditional Pattu Pavadai (Lehenga!)!!! Even though its years that I've left music class.. i still fondly remember Lakshmi aunty on every other day!!

Also.. this was the first year.. i din't HAVE TO begin preperations for any exams!!! My work though still ensures I STUDY.. and yesterday I did a dissection of the Innovation Act.. I must say.. I feel like studying.. I read my fav chapter on Freedom of Speech and Expression, My fav Jurist.. and am thinking if its a good day to go back to my much loved calculus and algebra... Watsay? Vidya (Re)Arambham True style!!!!

Happy Vijaya Dashami.. May the Winner in Each one of us.. Shine!!!!

The Day the music Dies...

I come back, I write.. after almost 8 months.. and am particularly low right now.. I am listening to American Pie by Don Mclean.. feel morose.. dont want to talk to anybody and feel extremely alone and insecure...

I have been lucky thrice over the last two weeks.. I escaped the blast of 14th Sept by 10 mins.. sitting in my fav Central Park with a dear friend.. who tells me later he wanted to spend another hour over there.. then saved my neck and back.. thanks to some glass from a horrendous RTV crashing down upon me.. and then 27th when.. i again.. was in CP.. at a safer (i think!!) CCD meeting an online pal.

I have been silent for no particular reason.. may be the only reason has been Life.. As i feel somewhat weird in a place i claimed to know like the back of my hand... I wonder wat is in store next.. And everytime something shakes up this much loved city of mine.. I fear.. it will be the day the Music shall Die...

This is a mixed post... I wonder if you think i've lost it,,, but as American Pie transcends into its low-note end.. I hope the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost will be back.. to restore and let us know..That it is not the Day the Music Dies!!!

If I had to dedicate one song to you,
I am sure I'd sing my heart out..
And when I would let you know, how much i care..
My lungs would scrape and shout..
For you my friend is all I feel
that love does bitterness never yield..
and u sing forever that happy song
at your altar may sound a pleasant gong..

And then in time when its rough tide to sail,
May courage dignity and honour prevail..
May in the end when the war is done,
Sing away to happiness one..
A song for me.. and a song for you,
Hoping it stays forever true.....