Goooey gooeey gumdrops...

Today a friend asked me for advice on dating/courting a Capricorn...and I was blank..

I just realised I don't understand myself! At least not as well as I thought I did..

What do I like? There seems to be no general answer..I like flowers..don't all girls? I like chocolates..don't all girls?I like to be pampered...don't all girl? rather all humans!

So I felt I could only help him on a case by case basis [from what little I think I know about my likes and dislikes]..so here is the conversation we had..

Me: "I like a sense of humour"
Him: "Oh! cool..I have a sixth sense....a 'sense of humour'.."

Ah! he doesn't have any of course..!

Me: "I like adventure..."
Him: " Brilliant! I like to play Daytona, does that count?"

*No comments*

Me: "I like to dance ...no Mr. 2 left feet please!"
Him:"Hmm..I can dance..someone must say 1..2..3 though.."

I could feel my foot being stamped..ouch!

Me: "I like to cook..."
Him: [before I had finished my sentence] "Ok..I can eat"

Glutton!

Me: " I don't like xyz zodiac sign" [sign not mentioned to avoid generalising..though i'm sure there are nice ariens too]..oops!
Him: " I am an xyz"

...Hope he blesses me one day for saving his energy...and life...


PS- Attention all Ariens : No hard feelings....don't tell me you can't even take a joke..*gulp*

The Grand Finale..Day 7

Day 7: ..Phew!!

What else can I say...the last 7 days were not a cake walk for sure but definitely easier that I had imagined...

...more so because they're over now...ask me the same question going back to day 1 and I'd probably cringe..

Time check..2:00 pm..
Sanity check..*GRIN*...its over...looking good..looking good..!

As a reward to my endurance..will power and determination [ ahem ahem] I'm allowed to treat myself with a glass of champagne today...

So cheers everybody...I doooooo-ed it...yaayyy...

*clink*....*sip...gulp...glub glub glub....* !!BURP!!...

*THUD*...

...over and out...

..The marriage of thoughts..

Met someone today who shared with me a part of her life...

Life that was no different from yours or mine..yet it was so hard to sit and concentrate on the sentences...right there...right then...

...Not because it was like the 'ever so often' heard lecture from our elders, or something that was contradictory to my beliefs..but simply because it was the truth..truth which I knew so well but did not wish to accept...truth that stares at me everyday but I don't dare stare back at it...truth that I knew would come back to me when I was her age...truth that would make me look small if I swallowed my pride and bow down before it...truth that was and is hard to digest..even at this very moment as I write this..

I could see my future in her eyes, which, may I add, made it all the more scary. There were the same thoughts, same fear, same faith, same reluctance, same 'know it all' attitude, same negligence, same regrets, same stories, same generation gap and the same bunch of 20 somethings sitting around, who furiously swallowed every word as 'old fashioned' with as much conviction as the fact that it was all real... and each of them knew it was...

I did what any other person would do..rather any other person with the slightest ego would do...I argued..

Deep down I knew I was fighting a losing battle.. it was a battle with myself..with my thoughts..with the justifications I had been giving myself since the past few months...with the laws of nature...with the ways of the world...with age...with time...a battle that would naturally end once I opened my mind...

She told me there was nothing like the 'right time' for anything, or 'being prepared'..these were only illusions we make for ourself to avoid facing situations..illusions that promote themselves as maturity in young minds...and I shook my head, shook it with all it's might ..who did she think she was calling immature?..

...while my eyes nodded..nodded through the closed lids..and that was all she saw...

...For I had closed the window to my mind...while she continued narrating her experiences...hoping that what I could not see would not happen...what I could not see in her eyes would not transfer to mine...what I could not see would eventually pass, leaving me unharmed,unscarred ..but the only thing that passed...was time...treacherous time..

As I walked home..it struck me..maybe it was finally time for me to open my eyes...

And in that instant's realization I smiled...I had grown up...

...although I knew so well I would repeat the same mistakes some day...

Haaa....ll.l..p...pP...- Day 6

Day 6:...An emtpy mind is not a devil's workshop..uh huh..it's a food factory..!

This has gotta be the toughest day of 'em all..yeah I managed 5 before..but I was busy then...

Today..well errr..I saw tables of food...followed by dessert...[ah! that was pure torture]..which disappeared before my eyes ...without reaching my mouth....it's worse than capital punishment...Ok ok...I have not experienced the capital punishment..but trust, me I can tell...!!

The feast continued today...beans and veggies[Oh! those horrid creatures!]...but my taste buds are beginning to revolt now...I see them writing up a campaign against anything that says 'healthy'...save me...

Time check..6:00 pm..
Sanity check..Sniff sniff...I smell coffee...I can do it..I can do it...I smell coffee...

Walking down the road this morning
A thought crossed my mind..
If I cheated a little bit,
I'm sure God would be kind..

PS- *Confession- [aside in a whisper]*...I licked the ice cream spoon before washing it...*sigh*

..Am I disqualified..??

Losing my kidney beans..Day 5..

Day 5: Yayyyyyy...I'm half way there..well more than half way..feels good..even decided to compile a Q&A..

..for anyone looking for inspiration..

Anyway..its a 'I'm proud of myself & I shall be successful' day today..you would too if you tried living a goats life for 4 days!

Finally some beans and tomatoes to save my life....i'm having a feast..!

Read on..read on..

FAQ :
Q1. Has it worked?
A1. Hmmm..Hope so..it will it will..

Q2. Am I hungry?
A2. Of course..duhh..so stop eating that muffin in front of me..!

Q3. Want more fruits?
A3. Get outta here ..*puff puff can't say anymore while thrashing someone *

Q4. Has it worked?
A4. No comments..

Q5. How about excercise?
A5. Errm..definitely..must must..(aside: *pass me that pillow will ya..*)

Q6. How did you survive the Banana day?
A6. *Scratching head*.. B-A-N-A-N-A ??

Q7. Has it worked?
A7. Groann..go question someone else..

Time check..4:30 pm..
Sanity Check..Tick tock tick tock..days go by and still I think of food..

I rest my case.....

Dilemmas of the drastic..Day 4...

Day 4: Wish I were a monkey..the day would have passed with the batt of an eyelid..(Now that is a statement I never thought I'll make in my entire life!!)..

Banana is the word of the day..

1 banana for energy
2 for strength gain
3 for ouch!..a feeling of overwhelming pain
4 for vision
5 for ..well since I already had 4
6 for a flavour that is not pleasant anymore
7 for vitamins
8 for nutrition before bed
9 for..if I had this i'll be dead!

I never realised milk was SOOoooOOo tasty ever before..helps to gulp down the bananas too! *wink*

Time check..2:50 pm..
Sanity Check..Buurr..p..what? me? yeah I'm fine..at least I think so..

Pssst...Now I know where a 'Banana Bomb' got it's name from.....

Reality check - [additonal info required on Day 4]..How bad are my posts?? *ducking for cover*..

There is nothing..and I mean nothing worse than a diet..

..other than being on one on a FRIDAY night!..

Black to business..

Just so happened that my entire team..or rather half the office turned up in black today...burning day..but that didn't stop anyone..

Some say they're mourning the Pope's death..others justified it as it being the only clean thing around since its the end of the week..then there are the Germans who want to think of it as a salute to the new Pope! Dare we stop them from celebrating..

And of course...the ladies..who just said: "Oh my god! You too..haha!"

Hmmm.. whichever way you look at it..black seems to be the aroma of the day..

With this realisation, someone threw a brilliant question on the floor...and it got me thinking..thinking out loud at first..then over coffee..and then at my desk [ its friday again so my mind is wandering!]..

Why do women like black..?

Black..with different shades..there is charcoal black ,grey black, faded black, livid black, brilliant black, ebony black, dusky black, dingy black, clouded black, somber black, shadowy black, pitch black, raven black, murky black, sparkling black, confident black, black black, ..and millions more...with a woman's eye you would see how each one brings out a different personality...

Women...complicated anough...happen to adore the colour. I for one definitely do..I pride my collection of
blacks..there is the one with sleeves and without sleeves and collared and without collar and self print and plain plain ..varying necklines and styles and cuts and embroidery..etc etc..each has a different identity and speaks different words. One for evenings..one for the day..one for dark moods..one when nothing else fits..one is a all time fav for sleeping in..one for dinner ...one for lunch...one for shopping..one when it rains..one when its hot and sunny..ah you get the idea...don't squeal, yup! gues what!they do differ!!...and if you haven't noticed..you just need to have an eye for detail...or a girl friend;)

Everyone assumes it's coz it makes one look slimmer [ which is very true], or maybe because it's the easiest garment to pick when you are gaping at your wardrobe with groggy eyes and running an hour late for work..also coz it can keep you looking fresh all day since there are no chuckling curry specs that glare at you after lunch!..

I say one word...Glam! Yes, it's mainly because its the fashion statement for the day..and has been forever now! Black is IN, and this is the main reason we like it. Coupled with its zillion other virtues it becomes the obvious choice..women are all about fashion, being with the times, looking good, feeling good, being told they look good, knowing they feel good, being confident, being told they look confident..and the works. I wouldn't discriminate against other colours coz baby pink and perky purple and sky blue and lemon yellow are gorgeous too, but black..ah! 2 words..

Its an 'Anytime Everytime' colour...

At least presently it is..

And the only thing that demeans this discovery is a black eye..

BLack sets statements unspoken, black talks confidence like never before, black lunches in brilliance, black absorbs compliments the best, black owns your sparkle..and most importantly..black looks beautiful dark..

Yezz! go rummage around for those shimmery garments stored away for eons..and adorn in pride ..pride of possessing a black..

As for me...it already possesses Me...

Back with the Perils of ..Day 3..

*Lights..camera...action...*

Day 3: 2 is company ..3 is crowd..today it's a crowd..fruits AND veggies..ouch!

All colours and funny shapes
A whole tomato subsitutes cake,
Throw in a perky pineapple, a few fluttering leaves
Eeks..more soup with skinny beans..
Brinjals,carrots and cucumbers cool
Anything,but that which makes you drool,
Oranges,canteloupe and watermelon red
Ah! think I rather just goto bed..

Time check..1:50 pm..
Sanity Check..G..rr.r..oo..aaaa..nn..[you get the idea!!]

..Tooooooo..bored,tired,lazy,starved,overworked,starved,irritated,sleepy,
starved,starved,starved..to write anymore..

Yawwn.. go find some other blog to read .... !^&%^#%@#@!@#?@#

" Much ado about you "

Do you recognise the fragrance of a flower
the one you have smelt a million times before?
Do you remember each forgotten person
the one you claimed to dearly adore?
Do you still feel the fresh morning sun
if you happen to see it everyday?
Do you smile from cheek to cheek
just because it makes someone elses day?
Do you learn the lines by heart
of a poem your best pal wrote?
Do you decide the ending of a story
even before its been told?
Do you crave for the last piece of pie
'coz tomorrow there will be none?
Do you frequently cook up a good excuse
and feel as though its a battle wrongly won?
Do you make new aquaintances
since you feel they need to talk?
Do you leave old memories behind
'coz you got the ramp to walk?
Do you ask too many questions
when you already have the answers to all?
Do you bind friendships in gold
'coz in the end its your call?
Do you see ahead in life
as the past is erased as an experience?
Do you worry and not show it
since you don't like the word 'tense'?
Do you envy the firefly
'coz it has a glow to back it up?
Do you begin to sink into the aroma
of an early morning coffee cup?
Do you wonder why you need to think
and give meanings to your thoughts?
Do you enjoy a hasty purchase more
just because it has already been bought?
Do you feel a nightmare
is just a pleasant dream gone wrong?
Do you humm the time away
since each day must have a song?
Do you read these lines
and ponder if its about you?
Take the "do you's" in jest..
'coz with every nod, something in you...comes true....

Still optimistic..Day 2

Day 2: 'Vegetables are good for you'- whoever said that should eat those words..

Veggies have suddenly developed a new meaning altogether.. anything green or brown or mustard or dull or drab or ugly or bland..looks bad ..tastes bad..feels bad..smells bad..chases you around in circles...the result..pooped, wide eyed and scared you start to feel hungry again..only to have to eat more!

Mr. Potato literally saved my day..hail you 'King of Vegetables'..

Time check..2:00 pm..
Sanity check..Going downhill..

I'm not finding this funny..are u??

PS..This concept can also be applied to people..from now on anyone I don't like is a veggie..
PPS..I just discovered..I think i'm allergic to vegetables..why else would my tummy keep growling..

The GM diet..Dreaded Day 1..

Green and Mundane is all this should stand for..

Fruits and veggies..veggies and fruits..fruits and veggies..veggies and fruits..till you almost start looking like one yourself..

I decided to blog this so I can laugh at it later...and at the success or disaster that it causes..ahem..

Day 1: Hey fruits can be lived on!..been there done that..I will survive..apart from the fact that you feel like a balloon all day that needs deflating..hmm the day is going by almost un-noticed! tra-la-la-la..

melon melon on the wall..who's the watery of 'em all..

Time check...1:40 pm..
Sanity check...Alive and kicking..

Yezz.. the effects have started to show..my brain power is failing..the next 7 days will see the most dull-witted contributions to the literary world..

...Beware...

Slave to advice..

Ah yes..I changed the template.."too pink!" I believe..so well..its the turn for Green to display its colours..

Green for envy
Green for myth
Green for people real to the pith..
Green is passionate
Green isn't Pink
Green is the idea behind a wink..
Green for concern
Green for trends
Green will have to please my friends..
Green for cover
Green for show
Green is something I've never been before..

So here goes my blog..the nature's way...and why not..the natural look is in anyway;)

Perils of a worthless mind

Just something I wrote right now...quicker than I thought I could write..!

Gosh! I really must be sleepy ;)

Have a good monday peeps..

"Perils of a worthless mind"

I sat to think of ways in which
I could make myself useful today,
And all that came to mind was
To get back to bed straight away..

For what I dream in slumber deep
Is beyond conversations of wit,
And while lying there all smug and cosy
I feel so fine and fit..

No taunting thoughts of work
Or wishing people well,
The only reason I smile so wide
Is coz I feel so calm and swell..

The bed is an artform, a sanctuary
Never to be left unused,
And whenever I get a shut-eye
My thoughts I can choose..

So after contemplating out loud
I return to the dome of peace,
Putting my mind to rest once again
I need more sleep, so quiet please..

-Mist

Sunday Morning

An eventful weekend..

Wine & desserts,beer & music,blading(with big falls) & rain...more rain, rain till I got drenched to the bone, some more rain...
an old friend...then some more rain...and errm lots of damage control...

Yes.. definitely very eventful...

Lessons learnt...

1. Do not sms so much...[it can turn fatal sometimes trust me!]
2. Do not go blading when it looks like it will rain..
3. NEVER try to turn around to look at someone while on blades..[HOWEVER good looking he is..!]
4. Never mix beer and wine..
5. Hmmm...re point 4. Argh!

Everyone believes in something....I believe I'll have a cookie..

Ciao..

..Random..

I usually think it's a little odd to make a post of just song lyrics, but for this one I'll make an exception..

I heard this while watching an episode of Scrubs and Googled around till I found a forum with the lyrics...! Its beautiful..do listen to it sometime if you get your hands on it ...

Apart from the fact that he is quite good looking..with the most sultry voice ever [a sure shot deadly combo!]...the lyrics are absolutely something else..!.....Warm...Tingly...True

Ah..enough of my banter....just read them.....

Josh Radin - Closer

So, we're alone again,
I wish it were over,
We seem to never end,
Only get closer,
To the point where I can take no more,
The clouds in your eyes,
Down your face they pour,
Won't you be the new one burn to shine,
I take the blue ones every time,
Walk me down your broken line,
All you have to do is cry,
Yes all you have to do is cry...

Hush my baby now,
Your talking is just noise and won't lay me down,
Amongst your toys in a room where i can take no more,
The clouds in your eyes,
Down your face they pour,
Won't you be the new one burn to shine,
I take the blue ones every time,
Walk me down your broken line,
All you have to do is cry,
Yes all you have to do is cry...

Photographs and brightly colored paper,
Are your mask you wear in this caper,
That is our life,
We walk right into the strife,
And a tear from your eye brings me home,
Won't you be the new one burn to shine,
I take the blue ones every time,
Walk me down your broken line,
All you have to do is cry...

=)

TGIF

Well well look who's here again..! if it isn't Mr Friday..

Somehow the look of a Friday is very different..it looks brighter..smarter..coloured..fresh..smilier(if there were such a word)..and the list goes on..(errrmm..actually am running out of adjectives here..)

It's amazing how everyone awaits the weekend so much so that the work done on fridays is minimal..when it should be the other way round since the next 2 days would essentially be spent being a couch potato..

..Am def not complaining..just thinking out loud...

Oh well, I just took a look out the window..not the idea of my perfect friday..grim, cloudy and still, but well..as long as it's welcoming the weekend..and I should get back to what I was doing...or well what I was NOT doing..

I don't work fridays..it isn't me..

"Sensing me"

I see..
Blank lines and empty words
Dancing the tango on paper so white,
Thoughts, feelings and emotions
All racing out of sight.

I hear..
Silence making a din
And being quietly loud,
The magnified face of whispers
Peering throught the vacant crowd.

I feel..
The chill that warmth brings
Escaping the tormenting sun,
The pulley of time
Merging, day and night into one.

I taste..
A smile made of tears
Cracking a sad face,
A parched, dry moment
Giving a watery embrace.

I sense..
A mystery known to all
Solved time and time over,
Bad luck and disappointments
Residing in a four leaf clover.

I know..
Of things lying unknown
Beyond that line and limit,
A second chance comes round
Begging you to live it.

I am..
A regular john doe
With no tag of wealth or fame,
Struggling with a nameless spirit
To play a person, a life and a final game...

-Mist

"Soul for a soul"

Through the window pane
A red umbrella I see,
Soaked in pearly drops of rain
Twirling around in glee...

Beneath it lie those eyes, I imagine
Embedded deep in sparkle,
Like stars in the milky way
Staring out in marvel...

Tassles of brown curly hair
Styled with ribbons and a feather,
Clad in a croche cap
Dancing to the tunes of the weather...

Lips & nose, cheeks & ears
All friends, so pretty and neat,
Form so perfect and divine
Almost feels like a cheat!

Comes a gust of wind to aid
And blows the parachute-like cover away,
Helps me to catch a glimpse of her
Like a peek at spring, in May...

Look so short,from high above
Yet I could not help but notice,
The pain and despair residing in that face
..And I pondered over their motives.

A boarded sign propped beside her
Read in black and white,
"Drop a penny and I'll smile for you.."
And the wind suddenly seemed to bite...!

In a world so exotic and enchanting
Why don't fear and troubles stay at bay,
The wind didn't just steal her shield
But her precious life away..

The rain seemed to heavily fall
And drench her soul, so dry,
Gosh! the contended pay for a smile
Yet, the scarred can't even cry..?

-Mist

Over and out..

Well the day has ended..and I was just leaving work..and somehow I'm not excited..

Not excited coz a friend is leaving today....
Not excited coz I saw Politics, while it pranced all over and I worked in silence, as though it was not visible...
Not excited coz I met the side of me which has been hibernating for a while...
Not excited coz I don't have any control..none at all..not over changes, not over life, not over time, not over my moods..my own moods!

Seems like the moon swings me as easily as it swings the sea...

Solution? None..

Time to close my eyes...and walk away...

Bits and Pieces..

Solitude and Contradictions go hand in hand.

It's funny how we feel sad when we're alone and yet run away from crowds.It's funny how we crib when there is no-one to console us , yet when we cry we want to be left to ourselves. It's funny just how many times we think of so much to say and when we meet the person it just melts away with pain or anguish as though we never did have a thought.

The reasons..uncertain..undiscovered.

Maybe it's because we're scared they'll tell us to cheer up and we just want to mourn, simply indulge in sorrow and feel good about it.Maybe it's because they'll tell us that it happens to them too and we want to keep something exclusive to ourselves. Maybe because we're too vain of our tears. Or maybe, just ,maybe we don't ourselves know why we cry, and avoid getting to know so, because then we will need to have a reason for it the next time round.
Are we scared of being alone or are we scared that someone can stop loving us? Its a constant feud of emotions versus pride, expectations versus hope and disappointments versus dissatisfactions. Strangely, when we do something for others we conceal it to avoid being vulnerable, and yet feel the need for appreciation. Constant self thought is selfishness and constant help and concern is a weakness.

What is that we want then?

Happiness? Love? Money? Typical answers.The actual fact is that we all look for security, Security that will make us feel wanted, with or without love. Security that will make us wake up in the mornings with a smile, with or without happiness.Security that will promote the sense of being burdened with riches, with or without the money. We need unconditional security rather than unconditional love. The warmth of being safe itself provides us with the illusion of love, a mistake we often make, aware or unaware. The only person, sad to say, one really loves is themselves, and when we start to feel insecure about ourselves is when we go looking for "love" in others.

Nobody has ever defined life and nobody can do so. We make the meanings ourselves based on how we would like it defined. How it suits our purpose. We go round in circles, asking questions, arriving at solutions which we consider inadequate in a while, and hence, getting back at the questions again! It's not the question which is difficult most of the time, it is the truth of the answer which frightens us. Frightens us enough to disregard it.

Why do we ask questions then? Not for answers but for discoveries, discoveries about ourselves.

This not a sermon, not a great work of literature to be framed and gilded, not even a proper piece of writing. It's bits and pieces of me, of what I am and have been. What i observe, ignore and feel everyday of my life. What I have been through and what i wish to keep with me. I have made mistakes, learnt from a few but not all and repeated them again n again till the mistakes became me. That is not a loss or a failure, it has been a growing experience, an experience I can't forget because I choose not to. Choices? I choose to cry, I choose to get hurt and feel hurt, I choose to laugh, I choose to love, I choose to care, I choose to live, I choose to be myself. Why? Because they are simply the parts of a jigsaw puzzle which when put together, spell ME. That is what I am. Who I am and what I want (or maybe need)? still remains unworded....

-Mist

Vanilla

I sat down to write a poem
But all my words lost their way,
I was blank and thoughtless
Why, I couldn't say...

When I tried to search the past
I heard every laugh and saw your every look,
But when I wanted to pen it down
It vanished into a shady nook..

So I concentrated on the present
And the moods that swayed me,
Sometimes you were there, and then you weren't
But it all remained behind the scenes..

Then I tried to be philosophical
And dwelled deep into life and being a child,
All in vain, for what I saw was a friend
Always pulling my leg and driving me wild..

Our casual arguments were no topic of literature
And other conversations were too light,
The songs we shared were already in rhyme
So, in the end, my notebook remained white..

Not giving up till the end, striving to be a poet
I remembered the smiles we chose,
Suddenly, all the butterfy kisses floated by me
But yet, were too hazy to be prosed..

Finally the light shone bright
And I knew what I could express and tell,
It had to be simple, genuine, from the heart
Just like plain vanilla, but still sell..

So here I am, armed with a pen n paper
Writing for you for the first time,
And since you wanted me to express myself
I took the liberty to make it long, but fine..

I want to wish you farewell
In black and white and in ways I do best,
And the patience I never had
Will now be put to test..

So I end this writing of mine
With thoughts that are no prank,
I'll miss you, and hope you heard me clear
For my mind is once again, ......blank......

-Mist

Now I know how a cake feels...

...Hope everyone had a sizzling weekend...

I sure did...I could pass off as a toast if nothing else! Had a weekend in the white sands...:)

What was to be a weekend so relaxed, and aimless, turned out to be an absolute adventure where I spent most of my time trying to keep my head out of the water..and try different techniques of breathing..never knew so many existed..*wink*.

Oh yeah...made a new discovery as well..mosquitoes love me!..Not the most flattering thing I must say..but well guess every holiday teaches you something knew ;) LOL

Have a nice day peeps...and dun be strangers..

Ace of Asses

Morning to one..morning to all..

Another day:) Had an uneventful morning..but nevertheless I have something to say..as always..;)

Woke up..worked out at the gym..made myself breakfast..got to work..grabbed my usual coffee..'vanilla latte skim milk extra hot wth no foam on top..regular..take away..' said the person at the counter..and flashed me the biggest smile! Ah! almost seemed like an ad for toothpaste..hmmm what did he use..they did shine brightly..oops ok focus..back to MY morning...

So well..I started pondering over my coffee about how much do advertisements really affect us? I know for one that I'm a sucker for them! Everytime I see some new product promising instant or magical results I jump to the opportunity..not so much to try it out but as an excuse to shop..nah I'm not naive..just hopeful..I guess..

The other day I heard an advertisement for headache pills..blaring out loudly from the street loudspeaker..well I don't know how convincing it was but the noise sure made me go and purchase some right away! Hmmm they have their way of getting to people..don't they;). Take for example the time I went to purchase ankle gaurds..a girl needs protection while playing sports! And there was the shop...the paradise...complete with an extravagant layout..colourful casings..no persuasive salesperson, however the decor was enough to make you indulge.. and I left with an entire range of products, roller blades,protective gear..and new running shoes included! After all they did mention on the box that the gaurds do well for blading and running..errmm..

Everything these days is an ad for something..charity sells selflessness..technology sells intelligence...yoga sells patience...investments sell money..Its not the message..its the way the message is put across..I don't make the rules..I just listen what people have to say..we all are slaves to words..no? I know I am..

Well those were my thoughts..and tomorrow there will be more..as it will be a new morning..but the same routine..same timing..same places..same people..same coffee..or maybe not..I had promised myself to try the new flavour publicly displayed on the flyers...'pomegranate and blueberry dream..ice blended low fat..loose the fat but not the flavour'..intriguing isn't it..??

Ah! there I go again...

-Mist

Hola world..

Aha..

Here I am..
This is me..
And I'm here..
For the world to see..:)

Day 2 of my blog...have I inspired anyone yet?

...Did I hear something? Oh I see a hand up..good good keep the comments coming..:)

Not bad...

Hmmm..well..I could go on and on posting but I'll break it here for the day...this is getting addictive..*grin*

Peeps..waiting for the comments..wake uppppp....

Hey ..heyyy..smell the air...it smells of evening..yayy almost time to get off work...friday here we come:)!

Milestones

Sitting on the boulevard on monday
She stared at the turn in the road he tread
For he would come by again
He did, and like any other day, simply said:

"Don't wait for me here on mondays
I only come by to meet the priest
And if I were to meet and talk to you
It'll have to be a weekend atleast.."

Walking away as he said those words
She glanced at the space so hollow
Hoping he would give another look
So she could come again tomorrow..

Sitting at the fountain edge on tuesday
She stared at the cart pulling in ahead
And as he stepped out into the open
He shook his head and said:

"Don't wait for me here on tuesdays
Its the day of the beast
It'll dishonour him to talk to you today
Have patience till the weekend atleast.."

Turning to the park as he said those words
She put her face to her hands in sorrow
Just another 3 days to wait
And then there is always tomorrow..

Sitting at the flower shop on wednesday
She stared at the store where he earned his bread
He worked and toiled quietly all day
And during lunch stopped by and said:

"Don't wait for me here on wednesdays
I hold a reputation and have no time to feast
A gossip can't keep you company
So count down till the weekend atleast.."

Wiping his brow as he crossed the street
She smiled hard through her woe
And shrugging her shoulders in belief she thought
Not far away is a tomorrow..

Sitting by the river on thursday
She stared as he cast out his fishing net
Crouching under the tree ,waiting,
He softly touched her shoulder and said:

"Don't wait for me here on thursdays
The waters do not offer the least
You might be tired and bored
So go home till the weekend atleast.."

As he turned to the banks
And retired to the river winding low
Keeping an eye on his face, she sighed
Well, lets just see tomorrow..

Sitting at the rainbows edge on friday
She stared into the fields far away
The clouds of expectations bled and bled
While tending his cow, he looked at her and said:

"Don't wait for me here every friday
You can have a life so neat
Take control, leave me for now
Let me work the fields till the weekend atleast.."

As he went back to the farming
She helped him pick up the plough
Gathering her things,walking away, she giggled
I'll be back tomorrow..

Sitting in glory as the blessed weekend dawned
She stared at the clock all day
For he was to walk the aisle with her
And for the final time say:

"Don't wait for me here every weekend
It is fate which we cannot cheat
For I am meant to be with you forever
And no more lonely weekends atleast.."

As they turned to the screaming crowd
Rejoicing the pompous show
He said in a tone so warm, "I do..
And will also do so tomorrow..."

...I'm not a big drinker...

As I sat at home last evening, doing what I usually do..nothing..I had the craving for a frappuccino...not the usual icy mocha or vanilla latte topped with indulgent cream..but something smooth..something divine..something..hmm sinful..something in which the ingredients were more than just caffeine and lactose based...something that breathed ..errmm the essence of the ULTIMATE frappuccino..something with a little alcohol..maybe..
So off I went, like an insecure teenager, not sure where I was headed and what would come out of it..would I make a new discovery or just return home as thristy as ever..
I must have walked past half a dozen houses and another half a dozen lanes..when I landed in this nook..and the most brilliant earthen and faded feel was what it dissipated..small yet inviting, old yet tasteful, and had this quaint look about it..
There were noises..amidst calm music..fusion I suppose, since everything soothing these days is related to either hare rama hare krishna or indian fusion..there were people..not too many..the perfect number..well perfect is a relative word, so they were the perfect for me..then there were books, not the usual ones on philosphy but junk! like magazines, ridiculous ideas on how to deal with weight problems(which never work and everyone who reads it knows that!),the tabloids, the books written by people who feel they have seen the world but the obly reason that book is selling is coz people need to laugh at others failures,a few comics..torn and tattered showing that they were the most sought after in that place by anyone with a little level of intellect! of course I can't forget to mention the motif covered wall corners and the curtains, I think thats what they were, or maybe just old rags to cover portions of the un-varnished walls..anyway they looked like curtains..with zari borders and the works..you get the idea!
Deep on one end were the engulfing couches..with their arms spread wide, plush and bright, calling out to even the most rested person and spelling S-L-E-E-P...sleep with a paper..sleep without a care..sleep and forget to pay the bill..sleep overnight (and you will be locked in)..sleep on it! and stuff like that...well they were inviting...and sadly occupied..by none other that a rip van winkle who seemed to have been there for days judging from the numerous notes and tea cups around him..well I can't be sure but I was in the mood to be judgemental..after all I wanted that couch!
Well, in any case I was staying..maybe this would give me my dream drink..the very drink to end the search for all drinks..the perfect blend of addiction and aroma..the very mother and father of drinks..ohk I was getting carried away..back to reality..so I perched myself on one of the other not-so-comfortable chairs (frankly it was but I refused to acknowledge it in front of the couch!)..and waited..not sure what I was waiting for..maybe the menu? maybe for company? maybe for the couch..errm ok I shall stop with the couch now..
I must have been there around one hour..still drinkless..looking and soaking up the atmosphere, eavesdropping, turning the pages of some magazine( but not reading it..after all I was eavesdropping!)..when I decided to order(phew..yes the story will finish soon)..walking up to the wooden counter I sifted the menu..and there it was! The picture itself enthralled me!(so you can just imagine what the drink must have done later..nah I'm not going into details..)..this was it..was it a frappuccino? Not sure but I had to have it..so I ordered one..and it arrived on my table rather quickly, or maybe I was too busy listening to the couple on the next table and lost track of time..anyhow i was finally doing what I had set out for! One sip..relief..second sip..sensational..third sip..heaven..fourth sip..well almost over..I take big sips!
Slowly it seeped in..and I enjoyed every moment of it. Happy, brimming with sateity and grinning from ear to ear on my victory I headed home..I felt the sense of being out and about in the world..sense of an adult now..sense of finding my own way back to sanity..and then a sudden sense that arises from greed...sense of having over speculated my desire of a frappuccino..sense of..errr..discomfort..
2 litres...2 full litres..of a full-bodied word-wrapped trinket-clad fashion drink -"Just 4 drops of Spring break"..who was I kidding??..in 4 sips!..I had outdone myself..whoever thought of that misguiding name!!?!
..needless to say I called in sick at work today..

Greetings...

My first blog!

Hmmm exciting...intimidating...thoughtful...and with lots of other overwhelming emotions..

Read all you want..and of course feel free to post comments..with your moms...friends..sister..brothers..dogs..whoever! At day..night..noon..at work..in a cafe..wherever and whenever..as and when ideas pour in..and the creative juices start to flow..main purpose..enjoyment ! and a whole lot of fun!

Hope to see a lot more here...and I leave the rest to the beautiful things called WORDS...:)

Cheerios..

-Shuchi