Saturday, January 23, 2010


I miss my music.So bad.

I sing so badly now.

I want to sing like I used to.

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Journey Called Life :-)

Downpours and Drizzles,

Sulks and Giggles,

Binges and Diets,

Wrongs and Rights,

Storms and Breezes,

Plains and Creases,

Highs and Lows,

Blessings and Blows,

Tears and Laughter,

Before and After,

The Big and The Little,

The Mind Strong and Fickle,

Harmony and Strife,

The Journey Called Life :-)

Much Love,


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Mahi Way...

Saw this programme on TV called "Mahi Way". SUPPPPPPPPER CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Couldn't get enough of it!! :D

Sunday, January 10, 2010

We need your prayers......

Hi Friends,

My family needs a lot of your prayers and good wishes for a certain something...could you please oblige us? It would be really nice of you all to do so...

I'll pray all of you are happy always.....

Much Love, and heart-felt thanks,


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Happy Birthday...

Happy Birthday To You,
Happy Birthday To You,
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
Happy Birthday To You...


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Once upon a time,we were best friends...

She was curly-haired, spontaneous and spoke in spurts. I had a "boy-cut", was less witty and more talkative. She was one of the 'new girls' in school that year.We met on the schoolbus, and became what two seven year olds so endearingly label 'best friends'.

Every morning, I saved her a seat on the bus. We would sit next to each other and gabble in a way only two third-graders can. Sometimes, I went over to her place to spend the day, sometimes, she came over to mine.

Months passed. She gradually made other friends. Our exchanges trickled down to occasional smiles and hellos. And then nothing at all.

Years went by.We finished Grade Three, then Four, then Five and then Six. 

In Class Seven, after a routine reshuffling by the board, we landed up in the same section. But both of us had our own circle of friends, and we seldom crossed paths.

One day, about a month after school started, someone came and told me that she would be leaving school soon, because her family was moving to Philadelphia. Soon after, I overheard a few of her close friends discuss something animatedly: a farewell party that she had invited them to. I was not on the list of invitees.

That evening, I did what I did whenever I was upset - I went to the terrace and cried my heart out.I recalled our frequent interactions of years ago, when we were still giggly seven-year olds travelling together to school and back home everyday, oblivious to the distances that were soon to come.

When I went back home that evening, Papa understood my frame of mind. He drew me close and said, "I know why you are so is because Prakshi did not bother to invite you to her party, isn't it?"

The tears came rushing back to me. "No," I blubbered. "It is because she is going so far away."


Twelve years thence, I am more mature, more balanced. But at the core of it, I still value relationships the way I used to when I was a kid. To many, it may seem like an atrocious idea: here was a girl who had clearly turned her back on me, hadn't interacted with me in years, but news of her going away to a faraway country still hurt. What was I, crazy? But then, that, people, is me.So what if she hadn't cared enough to invite me to her party?

Recently, I found her on Facebook. And I sent her a request. She added me up. It felt good to see her after so long.

Obviously, she doesn't matter to me any more, because it's been eons since I saw her. But once in a while, when she crosses my mind, I think back of the time we giggled all the way to school and back. Because once upon a time, we were friends. Best Friends.

Much Love,

Monday, January 4, 2010


Here they come, the tears that I managed to hold back for so long.

Suddenly, today, they protested...and I had no choice but to let go.

I wonder how and why things change directions.

Will someone read this and call me stupid?

I do not care. Because I care way too much anyway.

I do not want to be called a weakling, because I am not one.

Here they come, the tears that I managed to hold back for so long.

Suddenly, today, they protested...and I had no choice but to let go.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

"Celeb-ratory" Conversations...

Many years ago, when I was still a schoolgirl (and a typical one at that), my sister chanced upon a certain celebrity's phone number and passed it on to me. Now, I will not reveal who the celeb was, but I can tell you that she remains a very highly respected actor even today.

So, after dilly-dallying for a fairly long period of time, and several bouts of indecisiveness, I finally mustered the courage to pick up the phone one day and call her up.

She answered.

The typical schoolgirl that I was, my enthusiasm obviously showed.So I was scared I would offend her unknowingly. But to my delight,she was warm. And incredibly patient with my queries.

My conversations with her continued for over three years. I would ask her about showbiz, her roles and her family, and tell her about my school life, my interests and my family.

Then one day, she changed residences. And with that changed her phone number. We never spoke again.


Every once in a while, I think of those times. And whenever I do, I am amazed by her down-to-earth persona. She was an established actor; she did not need to humour my whims. But she still did, because she cared enough to make a little girl smile.

I never did manage to meet her in person, but it is one thing I really want to do. Maybe someday, I will get a chance to interact with her again. And then, I will let her know how very special she made my childhood. And my life.

Much Love,


Friday, January 1, 2010

Adieu '09...

2009 was a year that will always make me smile. I think, in the past few months, I've grown up in a way I really needed to. I feel wiser; I feel like I know myself much better now than I did a year ago.

This was a fulfilling year, so to speak.I did a lot of good work academically, I blogged a lot more than I did in the past two years and I formed new bonds with new people and redefined bonds with some old friends.

I also made my own share of mistakes, like I always do. But I guess now I just know how to deal with them much better.

I surprised and shocked myself like I'd never imagined. Maybe it was thrill, maybe it was my genuineness. Nonetheless, the woman staring back at me from across the mirror smiles knowingly; like she understands more about life now than she ever did before.

Life sprang surprises on me too. And quite a few of them. I think I learnt from them that when you become indifferent to something, no matter how important it was to you at some point of time, it walks up to you on its own and gives you what you deserve.

I unearthed a few forgotten talents. I started working on a few of them, and I realised that some of them needed desperate sculpting.
I travelled. I saw new places, and met people. And I shopped.

I learnt certain things about male psychology that will always help me. And God knows how badly I needed such lessons.

I sang in front of an audience after ages.
I understood that an apparent 'lack of expressions' can convey much more than words or actions.

I took risks.

I wore a saree to the Pujo for the first time

And, most importantly, I felt like 'God's Child' after years.

I wonder what 2010 has in store for me. But whether good or bad, I know that one year later, I will have learnt much more than I know today. And I look forward to all that learning.

Much Love,