Conversations

While ordering a round of drinks.

Him: Only a certain kind of women like Bloody Mary.
K: Then, I am that certain kind of woman.

Code decode

There is something overbearing about writing in ALL CAPS. Something very boisterous, like a Siberian Husky before a street dog.

That said, there is something insignificant about  writing in small non hyphenated words. Something very timid, like a street dog before a Siberian Husky.

If you look close enough, you will be amazed at how, the way you write, can convey the way you want your writing to be read.

Hmmm... frivilous and interesting

Oyster Seeker sent me a questionnaire to upload on his blog. it was a good peek into my own mind for a change.

I Love –Abundance

I Hate – Sadness, Poverty

I Crave for – Beauty

Love is – Everything

Beauty is– Pleasant, elegant, gracious

Men – are means to an end

Women- are stupid

Perfect Holiday - Beach, Pool, Casino

Walking in the rain – Divinity

Virginity - Half -n- inch of skin

Simplicity - is like Solitaires

Fidelity - is Overrated

Beer – is for Chilling

Make up is - Essential, Minimal

Live-in relationships are– like a Foreword to a story

Romance is - Bliss, it's the Zing that tingles and lingers.

Marriage – should be a profitable barter

Sex - is the purest pleasure principle

Touch - reveals the truth

Success/Riches - Success will bring riches

What is the sexiest single article of clothing a woman can wear - Lingerie, may be a Saree

Holy Matrimony

Most of K's friends are married. That makes her ears ache.

However most recently, she started to observe them, closely. they were not the kind that her mother often hankered about. That attracted her even more, so she dug and dug (to her friends curiosity) till she found the mole she was tagging.

Here it is : 'Marriages, that i have encountered, [being specific is very important. because all crows are not black. (no, i do not expect you to understand the joke.)] have a certain comfortable strangeness and selfishness to them. The 'I' is very much intact in the 'We', the chores divided; the care, mighty pragmatic; and the love, well bargained.'

What a relief!

Fact

It is intriguing and funny, how when too many people believe in the same thing, it becomes a Reality.

When too many people say the same thing, it becomes a fact.

Fact

Once you have tasted pure Lust,
Love seems a burden too heavy.

Comfortably numb

Yup, that is what i feel right now. the office air conditioning is chilling my toes; covered with thick Nike, within Fila sports. The death around me is boring me out-- feels like drudgery or punk, maybe both.

Made myself smile by reading random blogs, reviewing movies on flixter and throwing sheep. For someone who is at unrest with any sort of feeling, esp.pain -- today i am comfortably senseless. Apex mailed in to say she will revert in case she is interested... my dream went boink. The monk is lolling in grief; has distanced me: was pissed yesterday, carried it today. Black Pearl called for inane information and i knew i had done the right thing... PS. thanks dad, mom, bills n sis. Sunshine's on her way back from Deutschland and dying to meet the girls... me too. Paris is "super-excited" jumping with joy planning a sojourn, i so badly need one~
Drama King is picking me up; to cheer me n chauffeur me around the city to hunt his transgender, phone friend (transgender is my addition)

I may run out of luck, work and love but may never run out of drama, even on a dead day --nope not in this life.

Gestern, heute, morgan... want more.

Solitaires, peanut butter with honey sandwiches, forgetful amounts of money, comfortable strappy sandals, pani-puri at parle market, shopping at Hill Road, driving in mumbai at night, films at Y.B, trekking in Himalaya, stargazing, no potholes, no 'i want to fuck you' signs in the woman's first class compartment, dawn, dawn at Babulnath, CC's digressing lectures on Elizabeth, free-tight- loving hugs, good strong coffee, friends at the univ, vada paao at Ruparel, katta at Ruparel- University campus in the rain, milind soman running at six around Shivaji Park, morchas to mantralaya, Theobroma's brownie, slimmer thighs- flat tummy, better eyesight, more time, wild desires, more books, more love, Arey's Lassi, Jaffer bhai's biryani, praying at mount Mary, fights with Pj, holding mom, worli seaface, sundance's au gratin, ciggi and soup in the rain, lunch with sis at Tosa, carrying Siya, Pigeons at the Jain temple, soft toys... more, wisdom... a lot more, more smiles, even though my jaw hurts, art musings gallery, cruise ride into the bay, old times at Prithvi- , rupali, reading Cavafy/ Eliot (burnt Norton, waste land) on town hall steps, paao bhaji anywhere, aimless walks around Ballard estate, local trains, Shoba's classes in the canteen, Black BMW, my mini-pink shorts, comforter, midnight snack at Hilton, Darjeeling roads, mount Abu, mute silences at BPT gardens, wine(millions of bottles), Vino with Drama King, listening to Shashi talk on literary history, NCPA sunken gardens and Monaco biscuits, family gatherings, street theatre, love poetry, quiet walks with Vish, plush personified, inane conversations, philosophy with papa and soul sister, improved gait, humour, uncontrollable laugh-a thons while sipping coffee with Sunshine and jaw breaker, everything and more. Yesterday, Today, Everyday...