I watched 'Dor' by Nagesh Kuknoor today. It is the story of two women; Zeenat (Gul Panag) and Meera (Ayesha Takia) who are joined by the cord or 'dor' of fate.
Zeenat's character is strong and confident; like the blade of grass, that no wind can uproot. Meera on the other hand, is bound by the society's mores and restrictions, who sees her freedom in her husband. Even their lands reflect their lives. Zeenat comes from green Himachal Pradesh and Meera from, scorching and bare Rajasthan.
Dor is the story of this relationship that develops between Meera and Zeenat.
Zeenat teaches Meera to listen to her heart. She gives back the gift of life to Meera, whose dreams and aspirations die with her husband. Most importantly, Meera learns forgiveness and in that process, frees herself from shackles of her grief that her society forces on her.
Behroopiya (Shreyas Talpade) is a conman who helps Zeenat in her journey and admires her. His acting is also noteworthy.
The movie is so beautiful in some parts, that I cried for its beauty. Because I don't think I have ever seen something so beautiful on screen. In those moments, when Zeenat doesn't let herself be broken and sets out an almost unthinkable journey, when Meera leaps from the stairs of the temple....
Nagesh Kuknoor is a brilliant film maker. Gul Panag essays her role with strength and panache. Ayesha Takia is wonderful as the timid and sad Meera. The cinematography is also very good. The whole movie is like a jigsaw puzzle, without any one aspect, the movie would be incomplete.
Must watch for anyone who loves good and meaningful cinema.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
The Lonely Wolf
On a dark and cold night
When only demons you fight
He who lives inside
Surfaces in sight
No stranger he is to you
A friend he cannot profess to be too
Slowly he spreads his gloom within
And a desperation that knows no end
His Wretchedness and loneliness
in your soul; they slowly blend
His sorrows flow through your eyes too
For the lonely wolf, lives in both, me and you.
When only demons you fight
He who lives inside
Surfaces in sight
No stranger he is to you
A friend he cannot profess to be too
Slowly he spreads his gloom within
And a desperation that knows no end
His Wretchedness and loneliness
in your soul; they slowly blend
His sorrows flow through your eyes too
For the lonely wolf, lives in both, me and you.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Desert in the Rain
The sky bears a burden today
Heavy, dark and gray
A wild wind masked as a zephyr
Silently walks the dust laden land
Cold and intolerant, it doesn’t care
Now in true form and reckless spirit
It dares as much to rob the sorrowful sand
Naked and bare of the gold it shone
But the sands are still and enduring
Till the sky finally rests its burden
On the back of the wild wind
In remorse it cries huge tears
Ah the sweet scent of revenge
At last, the sands are at peace, for
The shamed sun sinks deeper down
And the sands; glow even in its twilight now.
Heavy, dark and gray
A wild wind masked as a zephyr
Silently walks the dust laden land
Cold and intolerant, it doesn’t care
Now in true form and reckless spirit
It dares as much to rob the sorrowful sand
Naked and bare of the gold it shone
But the sands are still and enduring
Till the sky finally rests its burden
On the back of the wild wind
In remorse it cries huge tears
Ah the sweet scent of revenge
At last, the sands are at peace, for
The shamed sun sinks deeper down
And the sands; glow even in its twilight now.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
The Night Rider
He rides into the night sky
for fear of blazing lights
With wings, he dare not
Spread on ground
Ah for the dishonor of prying eyes
He takes flight among the stars
He streaks across the midnight black
A whiff of future in his rustling cloaks
Who know not ecstasy of motion
can do naught but look on
from their confines of stillness
So they seek out footsteps of his in vain
to deny him his existence
and ease their pain
While he forgives and
forgets and moves on
The night draws open curtains
to the coming dawn
and with the departing darkness
The night rider travels, only to
once again endure that by day
Which he heals by night.
for fear of blazing lights
With wings, he dare not
Spread on ground
Ah for the dishonor of prying eyes
He takes flight among the stars
He streaks across the midnight black
A whiff of future in his rustling cloaks
Who know not ecstasy of motion
can do naught but look on
from their confines of stillness
So they seek out footsteps of his in vain
to deny him his existence
and ease their pain
While he forgives and
forgets and moves on
The night draws open curtains
to the coming dawn
and with the departing darkness
The night rider travels, only to
once again endure that by day
Which he heals by night.
Monday, November 20, 2006
To Him
You think you may know me but do you, really?
You see me as a good investment for yourself, your love and your family. You think I may complement you as a person.
But can you see me as the person I want you to see me as?
Is there something in me that necessitates in you a need of sort to offer me the highest kind of tribute you would to another human being?
Do you have the courage to go beyond my surface, into the depths of my dungeons that hold in captivity my demons and their ghosts? Can you understand their existence in totality?
More importantly can you come to terms with them?
Can you be my shield against that dark stranger – loneliness; in those times when all doors close upon me?
Can you calm the madness of my soul and love me for who I am, not really who I could be?
Can I be... your tender poison for life?
You see me as a good investment for yourself, your love and your family. You think I may complement you as a person.
But can you see me as the person I want you to see me as?
Is there something in me that necessitates in you a need of sort to offer me the highest kind of tribute you would to another human being?
Do you have the courage to go beyond my surface, into the depths of my dungeons that hold in captivity my demons and their ghosts? Can you understand their existence in totality?
More importantly can you come to terms with them?
Can you be my shield against that dark stranger – loneliness; in those times when all doors close upon me?
Can you calm the madness of my soul and love me for who I am, not really who I could be?
Can I be... your tender poison for life?
Sunday, November 19, 2006
What If...
What if one day, I come across someone who looks exactly like me but is an anti thesis of who I am?
What if from that day on, everytime I look at my reflection in the mirror either I HATE myself for looking like her or I pride myself on being SUPERIOR to her in every aspect? Will I become shallow and exterior or will I just become indifferent and move on?
What would you do?
What if from that day on, everytime I look at my reflection in the mirror either I HATE myself for looking like her or I pride myself on being SUPERIOR to her in every aspect? Will I become shallow and exterior or will I just become indifferent and move on?
What would you do?
The Song of My Life
I was humming the ads and the TV serial themes as my mother’s student sat and learnt his meanings. Irritated with the disturbance, he said; “which song do you not sing?”
And I said to myself, the song of my life.
I know my chorus only too well for how can I forget my past.
And I know my verse for I am living it.
But if there is one verse that remains obscure in the song, it is my future.
And I said to myself, the song of my life.
I know my chorus only too well for how can I forget my past.
And I know my verse for I am living it.
But if there is one verse that remains obscure in the song, it is my future.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Plebeian Woes & Joys Of Jis Lahore Nai Dehya, Jamya Kya
Jis Lahore Nahin Dekhya Woh Jamya Kya (He who has not seen Lahore, has not lived) by Asghar Wajahat is a story from the partition era, where not only thousands of people had lost their lives , an easier way out of this desolation and grief but also, those who were alive had a far greater ordeal—a living death, time and again.
It is the story of a Hindu lady left behind in Lahore, Pakistan after the partition has taken effect. Her house has been allotted to a Muslim family from Lucknow by the Custodian office. The Hindu lady refuses vehemently to move out or on to any sort of compromise.
As time passes, the family women slowly warm to her and later she becomes a member of their family. There is perfect harmony between the Hindu woman and the Muslim family, with each respecting the other’s ideology (wonder why in today’s times we can’t live like that...hmmm). The neighborhood also warms to her as she wins them over with her kindness and compassion. And she becomes their beloved “Maee or Ratan ki Amma”.
A bunch of local goons however, cannot digest the idea of a Hindu living right under their noses and are out to create trouble for the new immigrants. As much as they try with their might or their prejudiced views, they are unable to influence the priest of the neighborhood who doesn’t see anything wrong anywhere.
The story ends with the death of Maee who is buried in accordance to Hindu rites and rituals by a group of Muslims chanting Ram Nam Satya Hain on the banks of the Ravee.
A strong message is imparted here; one of religious tolerance, friendship, human relationships and brotherhood. Maee’s character highlights the grief of a mother over the loss of her son and ultimately how she turns her own grief into a tool for community service.
This play was directed by Mrs Dubey Choudhary with herself portraying Ratan ki Amma. Must say, overall the acting was very good albeit the Punjabi being a little difficult to understand. Lighting and props were also good.
Except for...unruly and idiotic people sitting in the row behind us.
I don’t get it. Why don’t people have some sense of social responsibility and not make an attempt to ruin it for others??? That wonderful moment of silence and anticipation before the act begins; that I was so straining my ears to hear was sadly missing.
OMG… (*sighs*) They so lacked any sort of theatre etiquettes. Can you believe people had the gall to bring their children for the play??? (*eyes popping out*) Aaaaaaaaargggh so FRUSTRATING. Running around and screaming “Papa Papa...Stage pe Papa hain...Papa so gaaye hain. Man! I so wish their Papa didn’t take part in the play. He wasn’t needed much anyway. LOL!! And to top it all, their mother and uncle were just as WORSE. I kept staring at them and shushing their kids... but in VAIN and to NO EFFECT WHATSOEVER. Everyone else was also very irritated with them. That was that. Then right in the middle of the play, one small infant goes ”Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah” and me is like “Done for” :-S
How I miss Prithvi Theatre and NCPA in Mumbai!!! (man do I love that city or what!!!)
Me is puzzled over another thing. Each act also began with urdu couplets and stanzas of ghazals. People clapped after each act opened and closed. Don't get the point. (*weird*)
Me thinks it will take a few more events like these to make people aware of how entertaining theatre can be and teach them its importance. Of course, watching plays out here can be a very expensive affair.
Anyways that was a much needed relief and something that I was really looking forward to. Next week there are three plays coming up. Mahesh Dattani’s Mad about Money on Wednesday at The Crowne, Phir Deep Jalega, I can’t get the name of this second one on Thursday at the Theatrical Institute. Me hopes to catch all three.
(and... also to finish off my incomplete story. later on that though.)
It is the story of a Hindu lady left behind in Lahore, Pakistan after the partition has taken effect. Her house has been allotted to a Muslim family from Lucknow by the Custodian office. The Hindu lady refuses vehemently to move out or on to any sort of compromise.
As time passes, the family women slowly warm to her and later she becomes a member of their family. There is perfect harmony between the Hindu woman and the Muslim family, with each respecting the other’s ideology (wonder why in today’s times we can’t live like that...hmmm). The neighborhood also warms to her as she wins them over with her kindness and compassion. And she becomes their beloved “Maee or Ratan ki Amma”.
A bunch of local goons however, cannot digest the idea of a Hindu living right under their noses and are out to create trouble for the new immigrants. As much as they try with their might or their prejudiced views, they are unable to influence the priest of the neighborhood who doesn’t see anything wrong anywhere.
The story ends with the death of Maee who is buried in accordance to Hindu rites and rituals by a group of Muslims chanting Ram Nam Satya Hain on the banks of the Ravee.
A strong message is imparted here; one of religious tolerance, friendship, human relationships and brotherhood. Maee’s character highlights the grief of a mother over the loss of her son and ultimately how she turns her own grief into a tool for community service.
This play was directed by Mrs Dubey Choudhary with herself portraying Ratan ki Amma. Must say, overall the acting was very good albeit the Punjabi being a little difficult to understand. Lighting and props were also good.
Except for...unruly and idiotic people sitting in the row behind us.
I don’t get it. Why don’t people have some sense of social responsibility and not make an attempt to ruin it for others??? That wonderful moment of silence and anticipation before the act begins; that I was so straining my ears to hear was sadly missing.
OMG… (*sighs*) They so lacked any sort of theatre etiquettes. Can you believe people had the gall to bring their children for the play??? (*eyes popping out*) Aaaaaaaaargggh so FRUSTRATING. Running around and screaming “Papa Papa...Stage pe Papa hain...Papa so gaaye hain. Man! I so wish their Papa didn’t take part in the play. He wasn’t needed much anyway. LOL!! And to top it all, their mother and uncle were just as WORSE. I kept staring at them and shushing their kids... but in VAIN and to NO EFFECT WHATSOEVER. Everyone else was also very irritated with them. That was that. Then right in the middle of the play, one small infant goes ”Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah” and me is like “Done for” :-S
How I miss Prithvi Theatre and NCPA in Mumbai!!! (man do I love that city or what!!!)
Me is puzzled over another thing. Each act also began with urdu couplets and stanzas of ghazals. People clapped after each act opened and closed. Don't get the point. (*weird*)
Me thinks it will take a few more events like these to make people aware of how entertaining theatre can be and teach them its importance. Of course, watching plays out here can be a very expensive affair.
Anyways that was a much needed relief and something that I was really looking forward to. Next week there are three plays coming up. Mahesh Dattani’s Mad about Money on Wednesday at The Crowne, Phir Deep Jalega, I can’t get the name of this second one on Thursday at the Theatrical Institute. Me hopes to catch all three.
(and... also to finish off my incomplete story. later on that though.)
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Talk Of Ordeal
For people like me who don’t know what to do with themselves, to live each day without knowing what to do or how to go about knowing what you want from your life is such an ORDEAL.
For the past one and a half year, since me finished my undergrad studies, have been soul searching, trying to find out doing what makes me happy and am still clueless. Did a few odd jobs. Am still doing. BTW, got another one in the same series, as an admin manager. Better than sitting at home and doing absolutely nothing, falling into perils of idleness and boredom.(*finally*)
And also, why is it that when you want opportunities to come your way, they forget your door??
Now that I want to get back to academics, something or the other keeps coming in the way.(*hmmmphf*)
I have played with many options. But either I am trying too hard or am not trying at all.(*aargggh*)
Too much choice is sometimes not great especially for indecisive characters.(*hint*)
So anyway, must look at doing more meaningful soul research and find something worthwhile to do with myself.
Life’s a mixed bag. Whatever you pick, you never like and what is not there in the bag is what you always long for.
With these words of wisdom, people of the blogsphere, the wild child signs off.
For the past one and a half year, since me finished my undergrad studies, have been soul searching, trying to find out doing what makes me happy and am still clueless. Did a few odd jobs. Am still doing. BTW, got another one in the same series, as an admin manager. Better than sitting at home and doing absolutely nothing, falling into perils of idleness and boredom.(*finally*)
And also, why is it that when you want opportunities to come your way, they forget your door??
Now that I want to get back to academics, something or the other keeps coming in the way.(*hmmmphf*)
I have played with many options. But either I am trying too hard or am not trying at all.(*aargggh*)
Too much choice is sometimes not great especially for indecisive characters.(*hint*)
So anyway, must look at doing more meaningful soul research and find something worthwhile to do with myself.
Life’s a mixed bag. Whatever you pick, you never like and what is not there in the bag is what you always long for.
With these words of wisdom, people of the blogsphere, the wild child signs off.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wisdom hurts!
My wisdom tooth is erupting but I still don't seem to be getting any wisdom. It hurts. The tooth of course...
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Here I Am
It's been so long since I wrote something. No! I am not dead and neither have I faded into the oblivion. I am still alive and struggling.
Had been to India for a vacation. Met up friends except for T. She was in Chandigarh doing her project work. I met with NM though and spent a memorable time with her. Lately I have realised I would love to be like her because she is so giving and so sweet. Yet she is independent and conscious of her self. She is a true woman. And I love her for being one.
India was nice except for the heat and power cuts. When I left from there, the rains had just started. And when I got back here, the mercury had just started rising! (*sighs*)
I have taken up a summer job. My colleagues are nice and we hang out sometimes on weekends. So that's a nice, welcome addition to my otherwise boring social life.
Lately I have become a punching bag for people around me. It seems as if the whole world is my fault. I am not feeling sorry for my self, but frustrated at one, being used as a punching bag and two, not being understood by people around me.
Hopefully it will pass.
Cheers if there are any left.
Had been to India for a vacation. Met up friends except for T. She was in Chandigarh doing her project work. I met with NM though and spent a memorable time with her. Lately I have realised I would love to be like her because she is so giving and so sweet. Yet she is independent and conscious of her self. She is a true woman. And I love her for being one.
India was nice except for the heat and power cuts. When I left from there, the rains had just started. And when I got back here, the mercury had just started rising! (*sighs*)
I have taken up a summer job. My colleagues are nice and we hang out sometimes on weekends. So that's a nice, welcome addition to my otherwise boring social life.
Lately I have become a punching bag for people around me. It seems as if the whole world is my fault. I am not feeling sorry for my self, but frustrated at one, being used as a punching bag and two, not being understood by people around me.
Hopefully it will pass.
Cheers if there are any left.
Monday, May 08, 2006
My Beloved Cat
Bryseis 
Wherever you are Bryseis, I hope you are happy. I love you and will miss you always.
Wherever you are Bryseis, I hope you are happy. I love you and will miss you always.
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
Verdict On The Tee En Cee
Honestly, do TNC members think anyone can make choices for life in two days?? Am not sure I can at least and especially for something like marriage? Marriage is a gamble. How the hell can anyone guess the odds of a gamble before the set of events actually takes place? And for people like me, the ‘if’ always lurks around the corner. Some people argue that, you still may not be able to know a person even if you spend the rest of your life with him/her. Then you don’t make ‘dumb choices’ obviously...
It may click for some you know, but it can’t click for the entire group or for even half, can it? IMPOSSIBLE.(to be read as 'eempossible not i'm possible'... how lame can I get?? LOL) . It's like the ideal being the real.
In reality, the probability of success would be about 5 couples in 10 Taaruf programs! What more can you expect? Yeah everyone knows 'someone somewhere is made out there for ya' but am not sure me bumping into someone I really wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with at the Taaruf is a highly probable event. But hope does indeed survive against all odds. (*wonders*)
The only spectrum of society, I think, where the Taaruf can succeed would consist of once bitten twice shy types or those who realized that they don’t really like living with themselves anymore! Or for the widowed.
Well back to me again!! I thinks I cut myself a good deal anyways. The food was good, the weather was just right, me got a chance to improve on my Gujarati language skills immensely, and for a normally picky and choosy person, made quite a few friends!!! The other purpose with which I had started out (*hunt for the One*) got lost, somewhere along the way for lack of...
Anyone interested in fun-filled weekends/ parent-approved speed dating events or for pure, unadulterated time pass or for whoever thinks matches can be made in two days, I can gladly contact the TNC at my community's local Mosque on their behalf!!! (*chuckles*)(commission payable directly to me!!!)
Cheers
It may click for some you know, but it can’t click for the entire group or for even half, can it? IMPOSSIBLE.(to be read as 'eempossible not i'm possible'... how lame can I get?? LOL) . It's like the ideal being the real.
In reality, the probability of success would be about 5 couples in 10 Taaruf programs! What more can you expect? Yeah everyone knows 'someone somewhere is made out there for ya' but am not sure me bumping into someone I really wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with at the Taaruf is a highly probable event. But hope does indeed survive against all odds. (*wonders*)
The only spectrum of society, I think, where the Taaruf can succeed would consist of once bitten twice shy types or those who realized that they don’t really like living with themselves anymore! Or for the widowed.
Well back to me again!! I thinks I cut myself a good deal anyways. The food was good, the weather was just right, me got a chance to improve on my Gujarati language skills immensely, and for a normally picky and choosy person, made quite a few friends!!! The other purpose with which I had started out (*hunt for the One*) got lost, somewhere along the way for lack of...
Anyone interested in fun-filled weekends/ parent-approved speed dating events or for pure, unadulterated time pass or for whoever thinks matches can be made in two days, I can gladly contact the TNC at my community's local Mosque on their behalf!!! (*chuckles*)(commission payable directly to me!!!)
Cheers
Express Dating Services- Day 2
Next morning dawned sunny and clear. Breakfast was followed by group activities, each group of about 5, played a series of ‘tantalizing mind games’ which turned out to be quizzes about brand logos and capitals and currencies and what not. Phew... That was some brain exercise!!! (*smirks*)
Now was the most important part of the weekend--The ‘behind the purdah’ meetings or closed door meetings which would apparently decide the fate of the people involved- whether or not any matches would be made. We were all supposed to write names of people who we were interested in and wanted to meet up with. And then our counselors would act as mediators. We could go and meet someone on our own too but I guess most of us were too shy since this was chiefly a socio religious event. I looked around again and again hoping to catch a wink of someone, anyone who was interesting. Couldn’t single out any guy. I sees this one cute guy except for the fact that he had a beard which quite suited him. So I thinks “ok, here’s the bakra!!” My counselor had a long list of guys who wanted to have a chat with me, so I was like “Never mind, it’s good time pass. Let’s go!”
The first guy- was this total desi types who spoke in the bhaiya hindi (dialect of Madhya Pradesh/ Bihar/ Uttar Pradesh). He was pretty ok looking but language was Da Problem. He was of the opinion that time and place wait for no man and that every man whether he accepts it or not has to live by the times. Dude! Do you mean to say that although, you know murder is a serious crime and an immoral activity, are you still gonna do it coz that’s what the time or place you are in demands of you???
The second guy- was totally Gujju. From Ahemdabad but spoke pretty normally considering his background. Bearded. But read books, and had an open mind. Nice guy but not what I had in mind.
The third guy- was a Civil Engineer from Amravati in Maharashtra. He looked half dead. Lanky and extremely shy. He just repeated what I said. Not at all impressive, Next please!!
The fourth guy- was from Al JameatusSaifiyya and well he was a male chauvinist. Over possessive, nice looking though.
Maybe you need to learn to trust dude! Also, I think someone should teach you the fact : “Men are such dogs” :P
We as women have such difficult a task in life because it principally involves dealing with men (now this part ain’t my own. I lifted it from someone’s nickname on my msn list!) And men come in so many breeds and different sizes. (*sighs*). Wonder what men would have done without women… (Be thankful guys!! Am not sure homosexuality would be that much of fun ya know!!!)
Afternoon prayers, lunch and then the cruise. This last part of the day was the most boring event. They took us for a boat cruise on the sea. We played the worst game of the century. Antakshari. It’s like a period game now. So I was listening to my mp3 player. About a few seats away from me was this guy who looked Normal. So I was just gonna ask about him when this counselor comes and tells me: “Beta, aa dikra tamare see waat karwa chahe che”; meaning that guy wants to speak to you. So I was like cool. He seemed nice and belonged to a rival college so it was fun talking to him. We exchanged numbers and email addresses.
Anyways, I was dead tired when I reached home. But the program was pretty good. Not to forget the sumptuous meals!!! A lot of hard work was put into this by the volunteers of the TNC but I don’t think the results were worth the effort. They must’ve spent a bomb on this. Thank you TNC members for organizing it wonderfully.
Now was the most important part of the weekend--The ‘behind the purdah’ meetings or closed door meetings which would apparently decide the fate of the people involved- whether or not any matches would be made. We were all supposed to write names of people who we were interested in and wanted to meet up with. And then our counselors would act as mediators. We could go and meet someone on our own too but I guess most of us were too shy since this was chiefly a socio religious event. I looked around again and again hoping to catch a wink of someone, anyone who was interesting. Couldn’t single out any guy. I sees this one cute guy except for the fact that he had a beard which quite suited him. So I thinks “ok, here’s the bakra!!” My counselor had a long list of guys who wanted to have a chat with me, so I was like “Never mind, it’s good time pass. Let’s go!”
The first guy- was this total desi types who spoke in the bhaiya hindi (dialect of Madhya Pradesh/ Bihar/ Uttar Pradesh). He was pretty ok looking but language was Da Problem. He was of the opinion that time and place wait for no man and that every man whether he accepts it or not has to live by the times. Dude! Do you mean to say that although, you know murder is a serious crime and an immoral activity, are you still gonna do it coz that’s what the time or place you are in demands of you???
The second guy- was totally Gujju. From Ahemdabad but spoke pretty normally considering his background. Bearded. But read books, and had an open mind. Nice guy but not what I had in mind.
The third guy- was a Civil Engineer from Amravati in Maharashtra. He looked half dead. Lanky and extremely shy. He just repeated what I said. Not at all impressive, Next please!!
The fourth guy- was from Al JameatusSaifiyya and well he was a male chauvinist. Over possessive, nice looking though.
Maybe you need to learn to trust dude! Also, I think someone should teach you the fact : “Men are such dogs” :P
We as women have such difficult a task in life because it principally involves dealing with men (now this part ain’t my own. I lifted it from someone’s nickname on my msn list!) And men come in so many breeds and different sizes. (*sighs*). Wonder what men would have done without women… (Be thankful guys!! Am not sure homosexuality would be that much of fun ya know!!!)
Afternoon prayers, lunch and then the cruise. This last part of the day was the most boring event. They took us for a boat cruise on the sea. We played the worst game of the century. Antakshari. It’s like a period game now. So I was listening to my mp3 player. About a few seats away from me was this guy who looked Normal. So I was just gonna ask about him when this counselor comes and tells me: “Beta, aa dikra tamare see waat karwa chahe che”; meaning that guy wants to speak to you. So I was like cool. He seemed nice and belonged to a rival college so it was fun talking to him. We exchanged numbers and email addresses.
Anyways, I was dead tired when I reached home. But the program was pretty good. Not to forget the sumptuous meals!!! A lot of hard work was put into this by the volunteers of the TNC but I don’t think the results were worth the effort. They must’ve spent a bomb on this. Thank you TNC members for organizing it wonderfully.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Express Dating Services- Day 1
The Taaruf or ‘introduction’ is a socio-religious dating program instated by my community for all its marriage-able aged members. The idea is to introduce boys and girls in a relaxed atmosphere so they can talk and interact with each other freely to figure out whether they are interested in someone or not. Since this happens with a religious background and with chaperones, also known as counselors, ‘decency’ is the keyword!!
This happened at my cfommunity's local Mosque and was an overnight program spanning the entire weekend.
The first round was the Intruduction Round. All the girls were seated on a table and chair and every three minutes a guy would come over and introduce himself. No, you’re not supposed to judge anyone for life in these three minutes but the main idea was to get girls and boys comfortable with each other more so since this happened in a religious background.
Anyways, it was soon time for evening prayers following which we were taken to the bowling centre. We were divided in teams, each containing five members. In my group, there was this girl who was pretty good at it and the rest of us excluding me were average, coz I never took bowling up seriously and I am not really interested in it. So you can imagine my score!! Beat this, all the girls were dressed in ‘the rida’, the Bohra traditional dress for women consisting of a coloured set of burka and skirt with embroidery. The guys of course were wearing casuals.
We then headed off to a rented villa where we played charades and hogged on kebabs with hommos and pita bread, washed down with a soda. We were up till about 3:30 am in the morning just eyeing everybody around and playing truth or dare. Boring zzzzzz...
This happened at my cfommunity's local Mosque and was an overnight program spanning the entire weekend.
The first round was the Intruduction Round. All the girls were seated on a table and chair and every three minutes a guy would come over and introduce himself. No, you’re not supposed to judge anyone for life in these three minutes but the main idea was to get girls and boys comfortable with each other more so since this happened in a religious background.
Anyways, it was soon time for evening prayers following which we were taken to the bowling centre. We were divided in teams, each containing five members. In my group, there was this girl who was pretty good at it and the rest of us excluding me were average, coz I never took bowling up seriously and I am not really interested in it. So you can imagine my score!! Beat this, all the girls were dressed in ‘the rida’, the Bohra traditional dress for women consisting of a coloured set of burka and skirt with embroidery. The guys of course were wearing casuals.
We then headed off to a rented villa where we played charades and hogged on kebabs with hommos and pita bread, washed down with a soda. We were up till about 3:30 am in the morning just eyeing everybody around and playing truth or dare. Boring zzzzzz...
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Cast Away Joyfully!!!!!!!!!
6 weeks are FINALLY over! 6 long weeks of sporting a smelly, dirty white plaster... 6 long weeks of having to shower with a polythene tied over my plaster to avoid it from getting wet... 6 long weeks of restricted movement finally lead to FREEDOM!!!
Today the doc cast away my plaster into the dust-bin and needless to say am I GLAD or what!!! Though I can’t yet move my wrist freely because of the atrophy. I love you rightie!! My knight in shining armor!!
Welcome Back!!
Today the doc cast away my plaster into the dust-bin and needless to say am I GLAD or what!!! Though I can’t yet move my wrist freely because of the atrophy. I love you rightie!! My knight in shining armor!!
Welcome Back!!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
My Soul Type
Didn't know that they were different soul types too. Found this off some crazy quiz site. Apparently it says this is my soul type. Well part of it is true. Some sorta mystic knowledge?? (*wonders*)
| You Are a Retrospective Soul |
 The most misunderstood of all the soul signs. Sometimes you even have difficulty seeing yourself as who you are. You are intense and desire perfection in every facet of your life. You're best described as extremely idealistic, hardworking, and a survivor. Great moments of insight and sensitivity come to you easily. But if you aren't careful, you'll ignore these moments and repeat past mistakes. For you, it is difficult to seperate the past from the present. You will suceed once you overcome the disappoinments in life. Souls you are most compatible with: Traveler Soul and Prophet Soul |
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Casted!
About 4 days back, clumsy me tripped over my sleeping sister on the floor and fell on me face. To break me fall, me put forth my right wrist. That was it! And me poor wrist... it bore my body’s weight. It’s all swollen and tender and hurting now. My knight in shining armor...or else my face would have been under the surgeon's knife by now!
This called for a visit to the doctor who after studying my X-ray (even though there was nothing in the X-ray; reason: since the scaphoid bone is so small, the crack takes 10 days to be absorbed by the bone and hence no visibility. But even after drowning 2 painkillers a day, my swelling had not gone down and plus it started hurting more...) declared 90% chance of a fracture. Therefore,
The verdict: A white cast on my right hand
Timeline: 6 weeks
How in heaven’s name will I manage for 6 weeks without me dear rightie?? Eat, write, shower...with my LEFT??? Aaaaaaarggggghhhhhhhhhhh...
What ever am I gonna do with my clumsy self??
There is only one bright side to this whole mess… I will learn to use my left hand more efficiently. On second thoughts... these 6 weeks seem like fun… I won’t have to exert myself... No household chores to do...I will have someone at my beck and call.. OH But!! How could I forget a very important thing?? I can’t drive anymore... Under house arrest?? Yikes... (*hopes for best*)
This called for a visit to the doctor who after studying my X-ray (even though there was nothing in the X-ray; reason: since the scaphoid bone is so small, the crack takes 10 days to be absorbed by the bone and hence no visibility. But even after drowning 2 painkillers a day, my swelling had not gone down and plus it started hurting more...) declared 90% chance of a fracture. Therefore,
The verdict: A white cast on my right hand
Timeline: 6 weeks
How in heaven’s name will I manage for 6 weeks without me dear rightie?? Eat, write, shower...with my LEFT??? Aaaaaaarggggghhhhhhhhhhh...
What ever am I gonna do with my clumsy self??
There is only one bright side to this whole mess… I will learn to use my left hand more efficiently. On second thoughts... these 6 weeks seem like fun… I won’t have to exert myself... No household chores to do...I will have someone at my beck and call.. OH But!! How could I forget a very important thing?? I can’t drive anymore... Under house arrest?? Yikes... (*hopes for best*)
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