Yeah baby, I’ll show u versatile! (Part-1)

I haven’t been posting anything lately. Frankly I was very low on motivation. Its month end, I’m low on cash and its not like this bloody blogs pays anything.
Right then, bam! I have recieved two awards in a week. Now that is all the motivation you ever need to get back to writing again. I used to look at those award badges on other’s sites with the most green eyed envy possible. So big thanks to my mates Alan and Sami for giving me the awards.
There is a one little thing though. The awards are called ‘The Versatile Award’. I took a look at all the posts in my blog. Nope, nothing versatile about them. Same style all over them. Erudite, deep thinking, thoughtful posts that people twice my age call ‘wise’ (No, I’m not a nerd). I almost feel guilty claiming the award.
So just to show that these wise gents were right in their decision, we are going ‘Off the mainstream‘ (Alan’s blog) to write something unusual in this post. ‘The embarrassment‘ (Sami’s blog) for me is bound to follow…
As per the rules, I have to give out 7 things about myself.
Here! Seven things you did not know about me –
1. I blog because I think this will be a good practice for the best seller novel that I will write one day. Right now I don’t even have a clue as to what it is going to be. But there is going to be a handsome casanova, a murder  and an awesome new technology  involved.
2. I am not regular at blogging or commenting because I’m juggling my work and studies. I am preparing for a dreaded exam for my higher studies and I can’t be more scared. A particular college has been the center of my thoughts for too long now. Time to make it mine. (No, I’m not a nerd)
3. I think I am on a singlehood inertia. And according to Newton’s law, we would need a fantabulously charming stud to change that. (Yeah, I said ‘intertia’ and ‘Newton’. But no, I’m not a nerd)
4. The inertia factor works for other parts of my life too I guess. Disturb me when I’m working and be ready to look at the deadliest sneer ever. Expect the same sneer if you try to pull me down from the dance floor during a party. (Okay I said ‘intertia’ twice. So?)
5. One regret – I’m not a trained/certified dancer. But I do have some years in my life to change that. Or we can always forge a certificate and dance our way around eh?
6. There are days when I wish I was back working in the laboratory (I am an engineer by qualification)(Ok that is lil nerdy..but..)..But then an advertising/events agency, where I work now, is just too much of a drug. Hard to count the number of celebs I have met in just past six months..Not to mention the awesome work, fun and parties..Life is good
7. The love of my life is – chicken. Cook it in any way – style, spices and quantity no bar. A plate of chicken in front of me, and I’m in heaven. (Such un-nerdy behaviour if you ask me)
Okay, done. Damn, I’m versatile! (Shh..let me live with it ok)
But a tough part is still remaining. I have to give this award away to 15 bloggers too. So over here you add a thrilling, chilling background music of your choice, hold your breath and await the second part of this post. Tick-tok-tick-tok.

Love Unlimited

Numerous people walk into our lives everyday. Some stay, some walk away. There is one person who didn’t get a time to stay for a long time in my life. We barely knew each other for a year. That person now lives in another corner of the world, we haven’t seen each other in ages and only catch up once in a while. But that person still continues to be a source of amazing love and strength.


We sat quietly inside the class, pretending to be all innocent, when we were just waiting for the bomb in the boy’s toilet to blow off and the sound to resonate around the whole school. Bomb was one our new favourite pranks, cockroaches in the purse, bicycle-dominoes were all passe. At 14, me and my gang would have done anything for cheap thrills.

We had placed the bomb in the boy’s toilet with utmost caution. But what we didn’t take into account was that the toilets would still be visited by those in urgent need for its use. We were caught and summoned into the senior teachers cabin the next day, only to be told that had the bomb gone off a little sooner, a junior kid would have hurt himself.  Read the rest of this entry


Firstly, I would like to apologize for my long absence from the blog world. I had a few concerned messages. A blog post about an accident is not a good way to leave things. With blogging comes responsibility, that I hadn’t thought about earlier. I am all good, just got caught up in work. And one more thought kept me busy. Let me tell you all about it…


We were about to head for a meeting in a minute. “Copy these pages for me, please”, I said to the new trainee at work. “I don’t know how to use a copier” she replied. I sighed. One more addition in the list of things she “did not know”. I explained how to use the copier, just like the million things that I explain to her everyday.

The new trainee is famous in the office for all the wrong reasons. She was hired because of her ‘contacts’. She has no prior experience or skills. Nor the zeal to cultivate any. And she supplements her lack of skill and will with her incredible ability to answer any ten subsequent questions with “I don’t know”. Read the rest of this entry

Rise and fall of the tiny speck

I tried blinking again. I could see the sky and the trees – I was conscious. My head still hurt in spite of the helmet and I felt bit dizzy. I could hardly move. But being conscious was a relief.

I was riding my scooter merrily a minute ago. Oil spill on the road, a sharp turn and suddenly-turned-disobedient brakes sent me and my scooty dragging and sweeping across the road for a few meters. For those few seconds, I tried as much as I could. Nothing worked. I barely had a sense of what had happened, leave alone trying to mitigate the fall. I and my scooter did a deadly tango, scratching and spinning our way across the road waiting desperately for the music to end. My head hit the road when the incomprehensible motion ended, my left foot squashed below my scooty and I lay there sprawled on the road. I blinked again, unsure of how hurt I was, staring at the bright blue sky.

The minute I took relief in being conscious, I saw a car coming to a grinding halt just a couple of feet from me. A few second’s delay and they would have found me smashed like a ripe watermelon underneath that car. I missed more than a couple heartbeats then and there. Read the rest of this entry

Fun and food. You and me.

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Think of your favorite food that you wouldn’t share with anyone. Now think of those people in your life to whom you shout a blunt “No” at any food-sharing proposal and yet they dig their spoon right in. And you knew they would. You roll your eyes at their quirky eating habits. And you still can’t help smiling.  In spite of the food stealing and quirks, there are few people who would make eating so enjoyable.  There are few people who touch your life like a friend does.

It is friendship’s day next Sunday. And I miss my food-stealers terribly.


“Do you like him?” she asked about a new friend of mine.

“No. We are just friends”, I replied while I kept munching on the aloo-chaat. Read the rest of this entry

And miles to go, before I find myself here again.


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I crashed in front of the TV. I love that black piece with moving pictures and how it can sometimes make you forget things. This was not one of those times.

I was finally offered the prospects of climbing the ladder at work. A chance to co-manage an event, as big as a 80,000,000 bucks worth international conference, is something I had dreamt of. I had finally got a step closer to what I had been slogging-for for a while now. When your work forms the nucleus of your existence, things like this should bring boundless bliss and cheer. But the bliss and cheer died rather quickly. Read the rest of this entry

Forgiveness? Really?!

I had a half written article on ‘forgiveness’ saved for my post. I had always been charmed by the concept and thought I would write about it. I texted a friend in Mumbai a few hours ago, “if i write another post wid the same fashion-show-backstage backdrop, wud it b 2 repetitive?”

“Yeah i dunno..rite it n see. there were bomb blasts in my area.” I read the last part of the text again. I had read it right. Bomb blast in his area.
“Wht?omg. r u ok?”
“yeah im fine”
“thank god. n all the ppl u know?”
“i hope so..”

I deleted the post I had written about forgiveness. It didn’t make any sense to me now. Read the rest of this entry


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“Carol you are next. Hurry! Lekha, you’ll enter the stage from the left”, I yelled in the dressing room. Frantic assistants, unruffled designers, attentive make-up crew and skimpy or barely clad models thronged the dressing room of the fashion show. Loud music, flashy lights, designer clothes, cigarette smoke and bouquet of wine created the ambience. My part for the next 45 minutes was to put a rhythm to the frenzied chaos.

“You are next, be quick”, I said to another model after a few minutes. The assistants were attending to her clothes while she took another quick gulp of wine.

She had already consumed three cigarettes and almost a bottle of wine. She was wearing a fine gown and finer make up. She was one of the celebrated models of the country that many girls idolize. In a few minutes, a crowd of 200 would be cheering for her. She looked every bit stunning and had had enough wine to make her feel stunning too. For anybody else, nothing about her would have reflected anything but confidence.Yet when she put her glass down to take a look at the mirror, for a second the supermodel froze. Read the rest of this entry

Kismet’s Beautiful Blossoms

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Do you believe in ‘kismet’? Do you believe that there is a greater reason for every coincidence? Do you believe that people enter and leave our lives at an ideal time because ‘it is meant to be’? I think I do.


I used to walk to the badminton court every evening during my high school days. And I would see her on my way, watering the plants in her front yard. I would greet her with a “Namaste” and she would do the same with a charming smile. The greetings soon became a ritual that the strangers followed.

I did not know her well personally. We bumped into each other at social events a couple of times where “Namaste” got suffixed with “How are you?”  Next day, we went back to the monosyllable yet pleasant greeting exchange again.  I knew what her name was, that she had two kids, that she loved her plants and flowers and that she would be there watering her those flowers when I walk by in the evening.

One winter night, when I greeted her, she greeted me back with her adorable smile but there was something amiss. Her eyes were red and swollen; her demeanor lethargic yet tense. But she smiled with all her heart and her voice did not quiver on the “Namaste”. I presumed she had fever and I kept walking. Read the rest of this entry

Dream, with extra sugar

“My dream is to become a Movie star”, the minute my friend finished his sentence, uncontrollable laughter from our table filled the coffee shop. “Sir, can I get your autograph in advance?” other friends fired in their sarcasm, “When you turn all rich and famous, you won’t have time for us.” My friend sat there dejected, waiting for the jokes to die. For an aspiring actor, he did badly at hiding his emotions.

“I believe in him. He would make it big one day.” I said, not out of loyalty or pity, but out of the natural sanguinity and optimism of a kid, “Who knows, after 10 years, we will all be watching his movie together. You never know!” He smiled. I smiled. The jokes died. And we got back to our coffee again.


“And some extra sugar please”, I said and the man behind the counter nodded. A young boy beside me waited for his coffee too. He drummed his fingers and tapped his foot at the same time and then glanced back at his table. He smiled and a pretty young lady on his table smiled back. The man at the counter rolled his eyes at what he saw. The boy took his order and walked back coyly to his blushing date. Read the rest of this entry