Its nothing really!

Lately I've been smiling for no reason .. I'm known to do that when things in my life are perfect... well almost perfect. Well every time I'm on facebook ..someone or the other is uploading pictures with their significant other.. is it me or people have suddenly become really open about their personal lives. So why wasn't I told about this public event.. did it happen overnight... I guess not. Well that can mean only one thing.. I've crossed over to the "age group". The group in which your colleagues... school friends... college friends.. common friends ..best friends.. knowns..unknowns decided its TIME.
I have no reason why I should not be happy for them .. hell if I were in their place I would be yelling out from a roof top .. even better tweeting or fbing about it!! But mera number kab ayega!!
I'm still waiting for the right wave... and when I'm on it, its gonna be one hellova ride!!

super surfer
Me

The priceless pieces of junk

I know the picture could have been a lil better but hey ... I never said I was a photographer!!
Earlier in the day I was triggered to search for something I thought I'd lost ..and I came across my jewelry box. I was horrified looking at how all the necklaces were entangled with stuff that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place!! It needed a lil straightening up... so I started cutting off the useless threads and one by one I unraveled each piece. I kept trying to find a matching pair of an ear ring.. or to figure out how the hell did these two necklaces get tied together. As I went on... they all start making a connection with me. The broken beads which were later replaced...plus an extra pair just in case.. the sea green necklace my mommy bought me... my most expensive birthday watch.. the stuff I bought while taking a stroll at linking road.. thabo.. the dog tag that was a promise that we'll remain friends forever.. the bracelet that my best friend made for me.. it represented every phase of my life and the choices I made in selecting bad jewelry :-p I know.. crazy right.

true junky
me

Reality Check..

Life does funny things to ya... since last week I had decided to look my best while stepping out or at least make an effort to be more pleasant looking. Just a week later, I pull out my new pair of jeans. They were out of the dryer sitting in the shelf neatly folded with a sign.."Pick me Pick me". Here we go..after a lot of pulling and breathing in.. I give up. Then she comes knocking at the door.. janu aren't you getting late... I pop my head out of the door and say.. I DON'T FIT IN MY NEW PAIR OF JEANS ANYMORE. My world comes tumbling down... and then she adds.. I think the jeans must have shrunk since you washed it! Phew.. relief eh. But deep inside I know that the pizza and quesadillas.. are doing one hellova job!! Then she asks me the most horrifying question.. why are you wearing just stockings everyday.. its snowing heavily!! Yeah .. you are damn right ..that is how I feel!!

On the heavy side
me

p.s. I blame the washing machine!!!!

Patience is a Virtue ... really ?

Patience is a state of endurance .. true. I personally used to think that I was pretty close to attaining enlightenment but something changed. I felt anger and trust me its really difficult to get me angry. If you think I'm giggling and smiling all the time .. that isn't a facade. I do have my share of background processes .. but that's acceptable I guess. It was really important for me to find out what really ticks me!! The answer lies in the life I've lived. I know..sounds cliche.. but things that have bothered me in the past .. I've managed to push them out ..knowingly or unknowingly.
The question is how long and how much can one tolerate?
No one tells you when its the perfect time to break the silence, resort to other means, retaliate. When do we draw the line when it comes to tolerance. I think I'm pretty high up there but try not to get on my wrong side.

The right side,
Me

Mad about Madhuri

Ok... you have a problem with her... then you have to deal with me mister!! I love madhuri... from the bottom of my heart I love her. I cry when she cries...I laugh..when she laugh...and to me she creates magic. I dream about standing outside her house in denver..until she comes out and talks to me...or at least takes pity and gives me an autograph. Its not the looks... ok may be a little but there is so much more to her..I know there is. We have a deep connection you see.. she lived near ma house.. back when no one knew her.. my school teachers taught her..yeah she was from my school. We learnt dance from the same teacher... if the dance teacher wasn't lying. She loves dogs..hates cockroaches..yada yada yada. I even have a real picture of her... but its with anu. :( I plan to cut her out and put my face on it. Ok now thats just lame. Anyhoo...my point is I will always love her ..even when she's old and everyone forgets her. Madhuri tai if you are listening... you mean a lot to me.

Mad about you...

me

p.s. dont I look a lil bit like her... ok who am I kidding!!

Love or something like it...

Just finished watching a lovey dovey movie... I wonder what gets into me. I am always smiling ... my heart starts racing...and then.. skips a beat. May be it was just John Abraham and his boyish charm..its hard to tell. So.. in the movie ..he takes a leap..jumps off London's tower bridge and tries to make it to the other side...while the bridge is separating for the ships to pass...typical movie..I know..right!!

But still I wonder where are these guys in real life? I don't see no one ..sigh. So what do these "Real Men" do to prove their love? Don't ask me... I dunno. But my concern is.. being a girl.. is it reasonable to expect an heroic act to prove that real men exist...that a girl deserves to be rescued. What extent do people in real life go to prove themselves to someone they love??

Wish I could make a documentary where people tell me their stories and I put it together to make one hellova movie.

Yeah Yeah ..

Me

I Heart NY

Yeah Yeah I live in New York ... but you really cant compare cuse and nyc. Its New York City!!! I've been there like three times but this time was different. I gathered the courage to travel alone in the metro trains .. and roam around on my own ... looking at buildings .. going shopping etc etc. So here is a list of things ...

I love about New York City-

1) Tall Buildings

2) escape from my life in cuse

3) metro trains

4) easy layout... avenues and streets..

5) street performers

6) city that never sleeps.. people everywhere.. (I miss bombay)

7) lights at times square

8) central park

9) walking to any and every place I can

10) little italy

11) fashion in NY

12) Everything that has I Heart NY

13) Apartment buildings with a stairway that leads to the door buzzer

14) doggies wearing cute clothes

15) songs that have New York in it...

16) the magic that pulls every soul to it..

17) new jersey .. the place where we get our indian grocery

I hate about New York City

1) every single day is a struggle

2) expensive as hell

3) small apartments

4) crazy traffic

5) the hype..

wow ... cant think of anymore. So the verdict is out .. I Heart NY.

p.s. I had the most awesome time there. I relived every movie scene I've missed out on... which in my world is the best thing that could happen to me... All that is left is ice skating rink in central park and a few may get added to the list. :)

Newyorker,

Me

I know where the coin disappeared!

Question: Wouldn't it be awesome to know exactly how the coin disappeared in thin air!! Answer: AWE....SOME. I was 13 years old..when my daddy decided to try his hand at being a magician. He performed at family parties.. just for fun.. and everyone loved him. Daddy's little girl was so proud of him. I watched with amazement as he said... abracadabra..and coin disappears from that tiny little box. I wanted to know ..... I was dying to know how its done.
But the magic box was kept hidden away in the storage place above the cupboard... supposedly away from my reach. But curiosity is evil ... and plus it wasn't so hard to just pull out that magic box. BIG MISTAKE. As I pulled out that coin disappearing box and looked closer... the coin was in there... it was always in there. Damn it. I couldn't stop there... one by one I unraveled the whole act my dad puts up just to make a coin disappear... or to pull out colorful flowers outta his hand...or to pick the right card from the deck.
Every time I discovered the way the trick was done... the magical experience died further and further...until I knew every trick in that box and that was the end of my magical experience.
Question: Wouldn't it be awesome to know exactly how the coin disappeared in thin air!!
Answer: SUCKS.

Curious Cat
Me

The sun will rise on my side....

Dislocated elbows ... little bowed legs.. pigs nose... thunder thighs.. canine teeth and bushy hair. yup that' s me. But behind that extra fat and weird tantrums there is hope. Hope that one day will be my day.... and not just a relentless effort of making it mine.

Hopeful,
Me

Phew!!!

Two done ....One to go. Feels like just yesterday I was freaking out about taking these three together .. and here I am ..almost done. Hoping I didn't screw them up. Ten minutes to 12 and I'll be officially done with 2 courses. An exam on thursday and a tech paper on friday ..yipppppiie. Cant wait for vacation time. Everyone's going India .. I miss india... I wanna go I wanna go .... but I'm sure I'll have fun in NY ..so not complaining. I'm sure gonna miss them. :(

3 minutes to go ... but whose counting!

Studious,
Me