Kya swad hai.. zindagi!

The Cadbury's ad with the girl running onto the Cricket field..

Classic, timeless, heart-warming, sweet.

I don't think I even need to elaborate further on this post :)

What happens if?

What happens if..

I am not who I am "supposed" to be?
I don't really want to just live life as I'm "expected" to?
I suddenly realise that life's too short to wonder about the 'what ifs'?
I'd rather be smart than try to look pretty?
I'd rather lean on someone though I'm generally independent..
I think life isn't supposed to be a rat-race all the way to the finish?
I don't give a hoot about being "serious" all the time?
I do indeed make a mistake once or twice?
I am more interested in living in euphoria than living long & just so-so?
I consider my happiness very important as long as it doesn't kill anyone or isn't evil?
I don't care about the superficial crap?

Too philosophical. I'm going to shut up now.

Sick.

I'm officially sick.

Sick of work, sick of preparing lunches and dinners, sick of watching CSI re-runs (Grissom, sorry to say this, but it's true..) sick of reality TV, sick of being mentally tired, in fact - sick of being sick!!!

I try to plan a vacation and what happens:
- Places I want to go do not fit into my vacation schedule
- Its playoff time
- The long weekend is also my bday.. fancy that!
- Places that I can manage to go to don't seem all that interesting
- I wonder if I even need a vacation
- I'd rather mope around the house than go someplace to mope around!

This is one of my slumps, and it seems to only get deeper. Today has been the ultimate - reminds me of the time in boring History lessons in HighSchool, I'd turn to the last page in my book and write 1-40. Then each minute I'd strike one number and go all the way till the 40 minutes are up, and we can thankfully shuffle our feet and move our behind - only to start counting down over the next boring class. Unfortunately a work day spans 9-10 hours and counting those down is insane.

I'd like to wake up to one of the following things tomorrow:
- I'm suddenly one of the richest folks around, and don't have to do any work to stay rich!
- I work as a party planner in Mauritius
- My brain starts co-operating with me to get some stuff finished at work
- The world stops spinning, but I'm the only one left on it alive
- I get into Hogwarts (by the way, I'm dying to read the new book)
- I'm a famous & adored rockstar (who is completely drug&booze free, by the way)
- Everyone else disappears
- I disappear :)

Oh well, wishful thinking!

Make-Over begins.

My poor TV finally gets to sit on something that isn't ugly, huge, heavy and blue! The monstrosity that was, has now been removed and stowed away in a corner of the kitchen. Man, that blue table was indeed ugly. Oh well, goes to show what 'FreeStuff' does to you. Now the TV has its good-looking TV stand with all the wires stowed away in the cabinet and nothing peeking out. Seriously, that corner of the living room was a mess with all those wires all over the place... Nasty stuff.

Next project: get rid of those ugly couches, and bring some decent furniture in. So, what do we do?!.. Hmm..

Rat-a-too-eee...

Okay, this is it! Ratatouille is finally here. And I'm back to the Davis theatre today to catch it on the first day itself. Yippeee, am SO looking forward to this. So much so, that I've even got the rat as my desktop. That should explain it all.

But Selmarie does NOT find favor tonight for dinner, last time was once enough.. though I should say they more than make up for their dinner menu with that delectable Black Forest cake. Ooooh, melty chocolate-y heaven. It takes you back to those days in HotBreads with their yummy Black Forest cake n Vanilla ice-cream. Aha, today I'm definitely getting myself a couple of slices and taking them home to my dear BR Vanilla Choco-chip pint.

Ky's Bday yday was so much fun! Made me realise how long I've gone without a big crowd around the house. And these people were smokin' insane.. the noise, the food, the 'punch', the wasted Coconut-Caramel cake, plus everything that followed. Oh well, those were the days :)

Alrighty, the next update: the movie, what else!

*Update: I'd kinda over-hyped the movie, but it was fun nonetheless.. Very nice animation, a cute rat, and well.. the funny French accent. A 'must-watch-atleast-once' category for animation fans :)

UKW?

That does it.. I've been lazy long enough.

I just HAVE to start yapping again, else I'll just have one of those 'existential meltdowns'.

To think that it has been 6 months since I last blogged! Sigh. Let's forget those six months... Pooh-pah, and gone!

Rebooting...

New!

It is actually 2007! The December sabbatical is sadly over, and its back to the bump and grind now. Tomorrow I join the legion of the workhorses :) Wake up at six, get back home by 5.30 or 6 in the evenings. But all said and done, its kinda nice to finally get that full-time job going after so many years of studies. So, here's to the new year and the new job.

December

A complete blur of events:

- Wrapped up stuff at work

- Had fun with the last minute Claire-ing for my "dress"

- Observed how drunk and outrageous colleagues can get at the Office Christmas parties!

- Ran to NY and visited my lovely niece.. so much so that I didn't leave the house for all of the three days I was there!

- Got back, and rotted since then

So, all in all.. nothing spectacular.. and even if, ain't interested in writing anything.. Maybe New Year will kick my habit in again.. Ciao~

'Tis the season..

Yes, the flu, but also Christmas is around the corner. Therein lies my biggest confusion. It started with the days back in a Christian Convent School, and I still have this craving for a Christmas tree of my own in my house. So I thought, why not? This is my third Christmas here, and maybe I should start the tradition too! A nice spacious living room sure deserves a funky tree..

There began my dumb questions about the trees to A, who sure had a laugh over it all. Looks like I've spent the entire day at work browsing for trees?! I wanted a tree taller than I am (d'uh!), but imagine how many ornaments that would require to get all covered up. And we can't really have a naked tree can we? I'd love the fresh cut ones, but lets face it, I am NOT in the mood to sweep up fallen needles once the season is over, nor am I enthused over lugging it home tied to the top of my car, or trying to schedule a recycle pick-up.. Agreed, a real tree smells divine, the pine-y scent etc, etc,. But nah, an artificial one makes more sense, I can stow it away until the next season, and in the long run, it is the right thing to do!

But then Th enlightened me about the issue of the number of ornaments I'd have to buy.. which would definitely skyrocket.. and hooha, I'd spend twice as much on ornaments than on the tree. But c'mon, can't I indulge myself? Yes I can.. and I WILL. I am going to buy a big 7ft tree..

Or should I buy the 4.5 foot one.. its only 30 bucks, sensible right?

But I want the 7ft one though its 75 bucks..

Mummyyyy.... I can't make up my mind.

By the way, do I even need a Christmas tree? Hmm..

How dare they!!!

I read an article now and then analyzing Sachin's poor form, and that gets me REAL pissed.. And when I do start ranting and raving, believe me, it will drive anyone crazy or murderous or worse, suicidal!

I like cricket too, c'mon, how can you not like the sport? Despite the GBShaw-11 fools theory, it is a game after all, and I love it.. every pulse-pounding minute of it. In fact, I'm one of these superstitious folks who won't change their seating, much less transfer the drink from one hand to the other for fear that it'd get Tendulkar out!!!! My days as a cricket fan were hugely when I was at school, and would come home to hear my mom in turn rant and rave about my dad and the rest at home glued to the game!! (talk about how some things never change) I loved the way Jadeja would strut instead of rushing to the crease when he knows his run is safe (why the heck did he come and squeak in that movie with Celina Jaitley, God only knows!!), I used to think Azhar was cool, and would be thrilled with all the yelling that Mongia would do wicket-keeping. And nothing need be said about how smart Kumble was ;), and the GOD Sachin Tendulkar, the Jammyboy Dravid and Ganguly too..

But whatever it was, I loved the Indian team, and did agree with folks who said: Cricket is our religion and Sachin is our God!!

Anyways, what makes me angry these days is how Sachin is getting the flak for his batting. WTF? Who are all these people who come and criticize that nice down-to-earth soul? About him retiring, getting out cheaply, scared of rising deliveries (grrrr!!!), and all that crap. Ok, I ain't technically sound to comment about all this, but cmon, what the heck.. that guy has been such a source of inspiration to an entire nation of young boys.. so much so that it wasn't the dream to be 'on the team' but to 'be the next sachin tendulkar'.. and is this the way we treat him? How people love to watch the mighty fall, and then claim the dust as a trophy? Make someone like him an 'also-ran'? I'm not saying the Indian team was a one-man team.. but give the guy the credit he's due. Why are you so bent on making him fizzle out? With all the injuries, the pressure, the dedication.. he needs to have a Hall-of-fame all to himself!

But come what may, however the nitpicking idiots may try to write him off, the history of the game cannot be undone, the writing will be there up on the wall, and those of us who grew up idolizing him will never forget the golden era of the game that was (and will again be) Tendulkar's glory!!!