tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239747102012-02-01T21:50:43.330ZIf u're looking for rational thought, this may not be the place for u. Am a rambler and I ramble at will, with no apologies. You will encounter non linear indulgences, emotional outbursts and personal extravagances. But, be my guest. I may become the reason u have fun with urself. A wannabe movie maker, an adhoc writer, a self proclaimed poetess, an experimental cook and a near obsessive passion player....rock with mesvetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-37908412976065433412011-09-14T15:36:00.000Z2011-09-14T15:36:02.165Z

Two things happened today. I revisited Ayn Rand after years. I’m part of a Book Club that decided to do Night of the January 16th this month. The only popular Ayn Rand book I hadn’t read. And no, surprisingly, age hasn’t lessened her appeal for me. I’ve heard this from many friends. While you go through an Ayn Rand phase in college, later, as life edges you towards a smoother whisky, u

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-25256467747640125472011-09-09T04:29:00.000Z2011-09-09T04:32:20.395Z

Friends who chance upon this blog have always told me that I seem to straddle different paradigms in terms of personality profiles. While my writing is grey bordering on black, my real world social interactions are anything but. I don't really find this reading surprising. For all my social avataar, I am pretty much a recluse..and, happy being so. I can spend days without venturing out of

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-29970424584087665232011-02-05T15:20:00.003Z2011-02-05T15:30:10.088Z

I've never been fascinated by butterflies.I should have understood then, that what usually fascinates one, is the inability to be or to have.The freedom, the voice, the wings, the colour I grew up with and, took for granted. And, still do.However, what fascinates me is the sky they say no to, to perch on a bunch of flowers so obviously not theirs and, the nerve they show, in putting themselves in

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-39632965405518333832010-10-05T17:17:00.003Z2010-10-05T17:48:21.763Z

Irreverence has littleto do with me and,a lotto do with the life I've led...I stand, distantly pitchedin shadowed angsteven that,has little to do with me,a lotto do with the lives i've held...I try not to seek the moon's arc on a full moon night,irreverence it is,that makes me find it .stuck by its crooked end,hung like a rope, a ladder,an arc that i can lose or find as i move my thumb..in tandem

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-73193738365683686642010-09-02T02:46:00.002Z2010-09-02T02:58:50.489Z

I try really hard to think of some non angsty stuff to write about.Zilch.If you meet me you would never take me to be this edgy, melancholic, sometimes black writer.I'm happy, buoyant and completely over the top. I don't think much. I never ever impose my moods on others. I'm just the shoulder for the job.What the fuck happens here ????And no, don't tell me this is the person I really am cause

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-23015898964440159942010-08-25T12:16:00.002Z2010-08-25T14:25:51.294Z

I somehow come back to this space whenever I feel the need to. Thats rare in itself. We don't really need anything nowadays do we? Or is it just me? 38 knocking on my window pane and i have stopped needing..fairly early to give in to life I say.But then, I don't even see kids engaging with that emotion, the raw longingness of need. U want, u get...rather anti climactic, i would say.At least I had

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-45908375913905365212010-04-23T05:59:00.001Z2010-04-23T06:04:28.986Z

Its amazing how we fool ourselves into believing that the reason we don’t do anything is because we don’t know it is happening.Bull.Give urselves some credit guys and, heaps of guts too.We don’t do it because we know, we understand and we take a conscious decision not to disturb the balance.We don’t do it because we know, we understand and we are a part of the reality that makes it happen.We also

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-63850751971845565682010-04-11T12:00:00.002Z2010-04-11T12:22:41.006Z

Read something really cool on someone's fb status update about "surrender". The whole game in life is about either surrendering to a bigger, more powerful reality or working towards making it surrender towards urs. Anyway, have decided to give the soul searching , angsty me a rest...have plain freakin exhausted and out thought myself...so i choose to surrender...see..

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-91956389413451599932010-04-08T11:56:00.002Z2010-04-08T12:06:02.061Z

True to promise I'm back.I think busy is also a state of heart. Like happiness.I've never been busier than I am right now. Every night I fall asleep exhausted and dead. Mysugars pumping again so that is possibly a great contributor to the dead bit. Nah, am not being flippant..just can't get over the fact that after so many years of being called sweetie and hating it, I am now officially that

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-87696970901846895712010-04-06T04:53:00.000Z2010-04-06T04:55:12.279Z

Its summer too soon this year.Have decided to write more frequently again.Maintains equilibrium.And no headings to my posts…why should I have to commit to a strong underlying theme for any of the stuff I write ?I choose to be unspecific!Tripping on ghazals again nowadays.I have this strong mental image of myself sitting behind an old wood study table writing a book. I look really intellectual,

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-11963392162935749442010-02-03T04:27:00.002Z2010-02-03T04:34:35.912Z

Shut eyeOrange heatThe sun wants inSo inBlinding effervescenceRisingStallingDuelingDistanceKilling spaceJust the thought of uOrange heatA few spots of shadeI need...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-20376663556228170832009-11-09T05:14:00.000Z2009-11-09T05:17:05.047Z

I saw a tear in the sky todayNo no not a teardrop, sillyA tear…A huge zig zaggerAlmost like a zip that had given wayI three quarters expected a glitter of stars to fall outAnd, they probably didYou know how these things workThey sort of disappear in the day, right.But, when u’re alone in the dark of a crystal nightThey come outIn hordes …they wink and they teaseOkay so back to the tear…I saw a

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-74137066727041977972009-11-05T03:48:00.000Z2009-11-05T03:50:35.581Z

Smoke in the eyesDark grey swirls amidst yellow fumeLike vanilla ice gone wrongTears that bleedSweet hellAnd smell of ennui..Of a sun blasted moon so full of shimmer that it pours off my eyelashes into my eyesThat is the yellow in the smoke I holdThe yellow that is you and the smoke that is mine…

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-30083261660567738212009-11-04T06:46:00.001Z2009-11-04T06:48:40.210Z

Everytime I come back, I think I’ll never go away again..and then every single time I go..I eventually return.Somewhat like life, right..If u had asked me a month back I would have told you 2009 has been a disaster year. It crippled me in every way that mattered.But what goes away always comes back eventually and, so has my will.I lost my grandfather early 2009…he was already gone much before he

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-30428219825685202092009-10-07T04:52:00.004Z2009-10-07T05:03:04.179Z

I have been planning to do this for quite some time……today seems to be the day for it.My sister is officially 3 years younger than me.She is a hugely reputed doctor in a faraway land and we mostly catch up only when we need each other. However, in the moments that we are away, it never matters that we haven’t been chatting incessantly. Every time we meet we find that that ball of thread has never

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-19302563827477301002009-07-29T04:44:00.001Z2009-07-29T04:46:12.256Z

Read a beautiful, simple article today – What’s the tipping point of revolution?Got me thinking.Over the last few days have been trying to improve the worth of my will.Usually I try to improve my life.It takes me to a space which is open enough to let me be but, not open within, for introspection. There is rarely time left free from the pursuit of an improved life for such indulgences.Gladwell

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-26528888490242072052009-05-05T08:16:00.002Z2009-05-05T08:19:51.211Z

It finally rained yesterday..that is actually an understatement..it poured..all of three and a half drops.I lapped it up like Katrina in the aamsutra ad….felt like her too JI want to go for a luxurious holiday.It has to be the beach. And it has to cost almost nothing. And of course, it has to be with the person I want it to be with.I do live in exciting times don’t I?Well if you don’t think so…

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-88599750652483431092009-04-12T13:21:00.002Z2009-04-12T13:26:35.336Z

I need to delve deep and develop a new language for myself.2009 has been difficult but nothing that cannot be provoked to rekindle the humour in me.I'm going to take a holiday soon :)....And, then hopefully, u'll see and read more of me than these hugely irritatingly monotonously deep posts....

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-39409943319182348702009-02-18T06:09:00.005Z2009-02-18T11:40:06.322Z

Just odds and ends that have captured my attention for some time...relieved me of the pressures of the single minded pursuit haunting me today.While the world is going gaga over Masakalli, I love the soul ditty of Maula Mere Maula...."दरारें दरारें माथे पे मौलामररमत॒ मुककदर की कर दो मौला,मेरे मौला..जो भी तेरे दर् आया, झुकने जो सर आयामस्तियाँ पिए सबको, झूमता नज़र आयाप्यास ले के आया था, दरिया वों भर

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-71228489208933644592009-02-09T16:53:00.005Z2009-02-09T17:15:11.081Z

Its been ages since I countered my fear and picked up my pen. This period of staying away from the written word has been intentional. Its always been easy to lose myself in the make believe haze of a jumble of words that mean so much and, release much moré.I’ve done it the past, almost immediately after events, to restore balance. This time, I have had no such time and have been in little mood to

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-80540873398575562182008-12-31T05:24:00.002Z2008-12-31T05:27:51.115Z

History has little use for me. I find it difficult to remember things beyond the now and here. I could write reams on the why of it but I doubt it would be of interest to anyone.I do understand that I miss out on the whole romance of imagining a bygone era and its trappings but that's the way it is.So when a few close friends offered to show me around Chandni Chowk, it was not the history of the

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-86948853390704773812008-12-10T11:16:00.001Z2008-12-10T12:05:05.772Z

Over the last two days I’ve lost my voice. This happens to me once every six months. And, ya I know its not good but it kind off feels good.Takes the pressure to respond, off, my already weight burdened soul.So, I’ve been thinking (I never do that).When I think of myself old, I see myself as this really hot woman. You think, u can vicariously live off Ur own projections about your own future

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-34734541274532939062008-12-04T11:12:00.003Z2008-12-10T12:10:47.301Z

There are times when the Libran in me exhausts me. I sway from finding the balance to losing it with alarming frequency.Have been immersed in the terror of the last week. Fear resides deep within. I read a beautifully tragic piece by someone I hold in high regard.As newsflash after backlash happens, there is only one thing I see. Earlier if there were 20 people wanting revenge, today there are

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-79620754404160043832008-11-24T07:14:00.000Z2008-11-24T07:16:47.168Z

Its nearly the end of 2008.For the first time this year I decided to make a New Year resolution that had nothing to do with my physical health. And, I can honestly say, I’ve lived upto it.Sometimes I manage to surprise even myself with the indiscipline with which I lead my life.I try and justify it by calling it my impetuousness.I turned 36 this year. It sank in yesterday with very pedestrian

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-58628508230609344092008-09-14T12:20:00.002Z2008-09-14T12:23:39.035Z

I don't fucking care if u don't understand a single word of tamil...go watch Poi Solla Porom right now......my coolest friend has just delivered a solo hit man....go...luv ya KK...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-1966352354987784452008-09-02T10:00:00.004Z2008-09-02T10:21:00.891Z

No excuse but the plea that I've been busy. Very busy.This is the first time in my life when the hours in a day seem less than what I would want them to be.Not that I wasn't busy earlier...oh I've always managed to make the seconds count but never felt want of time..till now.I always come to one conclusion when I'm faced with insights about myself at inopportune moments.I can take a lot...I don't

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-28374315049625061042008-07-20T06:31:00.012Z2008-07-20T12:35:10.950Z

I'm still dumbstruck. A day into watching The Dark Knight, I still fumble to put in words the chaos it has flung my mind into. I've never been a super hero junkie..I hadn't even heard of them till about 10 yrs back....I used to follow Wonder Woman in England, more for the casting song than anything else. However over the last few years I have followed most of these super hero movie releases

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-55097359419747961212008-07-17T06:29:00.001Z2008-07-17T06:31:11.536Z

The expectation of reciprocation is so misleading to intelligent thought.I behave in a certain manner and therefore you should to.Classical tit for tat.And, when it is challenged, the mind refuses to sort itself out for fear of encountering truths better left as illusions.This expectation is human and deny it as much as you will, it festers on emotional contact.It takes guts to show that u’re

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-12868594424275035182008-07-07T06:12:00.003Z2008-07-07T06:26:03.648Z

तू जो छूले प्यार से,आराम से मर जाऊँ,आजा चंदा बाहों मेंतुझ में ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं,तेरे नाम में खो जाऊँ,तुझे जीत जीत हारूँये प्राण प्राण वारूँ,है ऐसे मैं निहारॐ,तेरी आरती उतारूँ,तेरे नाम से जुडें हैं, सारे नाते....

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-31536866906211707912008-06-25T09:44:00.001Z2008-06-25T09:45:12.140Z

Everyday I grapple with my inner demons.My ex boss said in his farewell speech that I am unique (well I guess he couldn’t very well say I’m crazy) and, I just need to come to terms with them.I disagree.I am what I am because I have come to terms with them.Now I think I just need to let them go…The first and foremost would be to make peace with what I want to do with my professional self.The jury

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-19618389878635534612008-06-20T11:44:00.000Z2008-06-20T11:45:45.208Z

I can see the sky from where I sit. And, its absolutely black right now. I love the storms. I just get to experience very few of them.I remember when I was young I used to see more of them in Patna. Within minutes of a storm nearing, I would be out in my white slip dancing along the chatth…terrace, for the ones ignorant of the romance of the 80s. It used to be beautiful…the notion of challenging

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-84107944093751551862008-05-28T09:57:00.002Z2008-05-28T10:02:58.244Z

Hey I’m an IPL Believer….I have this concept of my तन मन and धन.With my तन (lust) I support Shane Warne.With my मन (love), Dhoni.And with my धन (money), Delhi Daredevils (not because I’d put my money on them….just because professionally, we partner them and, hopefully will earn from them)..Now, my तन मन and धन are at warAh, what is it they say about lust being the biggest driver of warAnd, love

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-54109882713565074472008-05-15T07:23:00.000Z2008-05-15T07:24:59.986Z

The wind seems to be blowing in a direction I want it to be blowing in.God seems to be playing hockey with all bells.The windmills in my mind seem to be clocking dreams full steam.Do I have the “devil may care” I need to become a Peter Pan???

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-22686139102978342482008-04-23T06:45:00.003Z2008-04-23T08:11:31.837Z

Today is one of those days……..A tear hangs for dear life on my eye lash,I just have to shut my eyes and drink it in.I’m not sad.oh no....just one of those days,when,I choose to wear love on my lips…And, sparkling water in my eyes. Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-4160994040858488122008-04-21T10:41:00.002Z2008-04-21T10:48:05.499Z

The reason I love IPL apart fromthe unapologetic debauchery of making and enjoying a spectacle,the adrenaline rush one experiences when two balls make enough of a difference to silence the staunchest and the raunchiest in the business…hey, I am talking about the balls one uses while playing cricketthe stories my mind conjures up off the rich and famous and, so out of reach celebrities, to blow

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-63973244728716263622008-03-17T12:47:00.005Z2008-03-17T13:20:30.428Z

Its been an extremely eventful one month...and without time to write, an annoyingly painful one at times.My bro got married..my kid bro got married and I still have to pinch myself to believe it. I still remember the day he was born..he was born in the week Prince Charles and Princess Di got married...every kid born in that week got a hamper from royalty...I was majorly kicked that my baby bro

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-32813139870745746832008-02-06T09:28:00.000Z2008-02-06T09:29:52.583Z

The stoicism I end up wearing is extreme direct proportional to the angst I’m in.And, sometimes when I just don’t have enough in me to cross that bridge, holding on to the inane becomes a lifeline.I absolutely adore Rob Lowe in Brothers & Sisters…35 is an odd age to get the hots for a star na…whatsay??Even the inane refuses to give this time...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-15102113301241770642008-01-23T16:15:00.000Z2008-01-23T16:17:05.840Z

I was speaking to a close friend some days back on creating balance vs tipping balance.I think I need to tip the balance now.My whole life has been one where I’ve tried to create balance for myself and others.However, it seems to lie largely unappreciated…perhaps, what is seemingly urs without a fight, also, does not seem noteworthy.One needs to sit back, make life a little difficult and then,

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-43933663925861390452007-12-28T12:00:00.000Z2007-12-28T12:01:45.814Z

Its nearly the end of 2007.Another year gone by. So many resolutions not met.For a change I’m going to focus on the ones that I was able to conquer, albeit, not because I set out to do so but because I probably knew no other way to handle them.2007 has been good to me.I joined adidas in the November of 2006 and gave myself 3 months to find my space in a new set up, an extremely different work

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-62877929967162620422007-12-03T09:14:00.000Z2007-12-03T09:16:02.166Z

My Nani is coming tomorrow. For the first time in over two years she is venturing out of her home to a new place.My nana and nani were my lifeline for decades.They still would be if it were not for a slight turn in their fortunes over the last few years.Now I am their lifeline. As are my brothers and sisters and of course, our babies.There is no one stronger I know.She was all of 14 when she got

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-6821771773307183952007-11-26T08:40:00.000Z2007-11-26T08:46:15.068Z

Have you ever had one of those days where u want to do everything unconnected with what u ought to be doing…Today is one of those days…I want to say things which amount to gibberish…talk like a four yr old..throw tantrums..have panic attacks and then giggle fits…..not look at that horrible thing on ur hand called a watch…just dream the day awayI wanna talk about love today…that's unconnected

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-28921536879203896482007-11-21T05:36:00.000Z2007-11-21T05:38:38.358Z

I’ve succumbed to the charms of my wants.I’ve dreamt of opening a restaurant for so many years now.So now, I’m acting upon it.I don’t have the money to open the shack I want to own.I have ideas.They come free.Anyone interested in investing your hard earned money on my ideas..pls pls pls get in touch with me.I’m totally serious. The responsibility of creating and running the space will be mine. U

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-75180102668235663982007-11-06T06:07:00.000Z2007-11-06T06:14:33.629Z

These are questions I encounter everyday from someone or the other..Most times, I do have the answer to them but I just couldn’t be bothered to reply, so I bluff my way through. They think I’m witty, I just think I’m nutty.Sometimes, I marvel at their audacity to invite themselves into my space.And, in one of those rare moments when an experience strikes you like summer lightening, I thank them

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-12041939273292680952007-11-02T04:32:00.000Z2007-11-02T04:53:27.551Z

Thank U Raysh & Parul for making me feel soooo good.....u know, i was always a tomboy and, got along famously with guys and never really clicked on more than a superficial level with the girls...its amazing, this world that we have created of identities which are virtual but, friendships more fulfilling than in the real world...now i know i belong...luv ya all..

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-45077492683211270452007-10-31T06:15:00.000Z2007-10-31T06:22:18.943Z

I stand in the balcony each morningand, hum myself to sleepthe day has to be livedin colours that run deep...

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आदमी दो तरह से लाइफ जीता हैया तो, डर डर केया, फिर, मर मर केअपुन,को मर मर के जीना .....

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-80970695800920060042007-10-16T05:39:00.000Z2007-10-16T05:42:58.320Z

Have been really jacked for time these past few weeks. Have sat to write many times, only to get waylaid by something more urgent and, less involving.I turned 35 yesterday.I keep saying that, hoping it’ll make some difference to the limited wisdom I carry with myself, when I ponder on decisions, I have taken and more critically, on the ones I missed taking.Its funny that I can’t really remember

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-49317756933677597702007-10-01T11:50:00.000Z2007-10-01T12:10:49.788Z

If someone were to ask me today to list some of the turning points in my life that may not have changed it but, made me see it in a different way, what would I recall?I meet so many moments ever day that redefine the way I look at things……and I’m forever in emotional transit.But let me try……Finding Nusrat would probably figure very high on my list….nusrat flows in my blood….there is not a time I

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-76505889047397968652007-09-19T09:02:00.000Z2007-09-19T09:05:08.911Z

Surprise Myself.I want to do that every day.Every life.See, I just did it.I would never have seen myself as a person with an expectation of several lives..I just don’t want to be able to predict myself.At an elemental level I think I never surprise myself because I am aware that there exists within me so many different needs and I am fine with one need not meeting another, as long as I am able to

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-3482880307650089112007-09-13T10:41:00.000Z2007-09-19T09:06:34.444Z

After spending the most hilarious evening of my life, with my son, yesterday, I decided drastic realizations call for immediate measures.He has grown up in the last few months at a speed greater than the last few years and I don’t think its really registered at a mommy level.So, in all mommy earnestness, I announce that I’m creating another space for my junior where I shall attempt to capture his

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-10124061531907640592007-09-05T08:26:00.000Z2007-09-05T08:48:09.441Z

Have been smiling since I had this conversation….thought I’d share it to keep the smile happy.I got this frantic call from my son right now. He will be seven this coming Jan and, for anyone who thinks the new generation is precocious, read on…I barely pick up my phone – “Momma, आज 1 minute के लिए मेरे life में चमक आ गयी” (which literally translated, stands for this, Momma, today for 1 minute, my

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-83575348752175444452007-08-29T09:16:00.000Z2007-08-29T09:23:23.690Z

I’m finally back after a 20 day long trip. Back home. Back, where I belong.Did some thinking for a change in these 20 days. Its amazing, whenever I think, I end up screwing myself further.Am just going to free wheel for some time to get back into the groove….I saw Chak De. Loved the movie. I think it's the first sport movie I’ve seen coming out of the Hindi Film Industry. The title song is

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-24156911548951986932007-08-15T17:58:00.000Z2007-08-17T09:57:53.683Z

Its been a most enlightening Independence Day for me today...For the last few days have been living in a quaint place called Luton, 40 mins from London. Am here on holiday and have been communing with myself at leisure.Its been a ritual since the past 15 odd years to call up my grandpa on Independence Day and wish him.He fought hard for India's freedom and if my one call can make me think that I

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-43755065932716852712007-08-15T09:00:00.000Z2007-08-15T09:17:24.351Z

If I look out from where I'm sitting right now, I can see the most divine hayfields and, flowers that are so intensely coloured that, they cause your heart to ache.The weather is classic brit, its been raining for 3 days now and the wind seems to echo memories of another land, another time...its awesome. And, its heartbreaking.I can't for the life of me understand why such happy things, things

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-55487935777898817992007-07-27T05:02:00.000Z2007-07-27T05:05:49.589Z

I sit in my space and,hope toconquer, more spaceby just operating within…If onlyconquests were so easyto run by,And, hope,such a performer.This spacehas to change.I win hearts over from this space.I love, and,am loved...This space still has to change.For metolose myselfin this space,This space has to change.For metobe able to prove to myself,That I have a heart and,it beats,This space has to

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-38628068708656895822007-07-24T02:47:00.000Z2007-07-24T02:49:34.708Z

On the 7th of May this year I wrote, 5 Down, 35 To Go.On the 5th of June, this year, I wrote, 10 Down, 30 To Go.On the 24th of July, today, I write, 15 Down, 25 To Go...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-89371241362965322182007-07-10T06:34:00.001Z2007-07-10T06:48:20.696Z

Its been nearly a month since I last wrote.Am feeling restless.Screws up my Libran sense of balance and purpose when I feel like this।I can’t even eat, to crush that feeling now।Life seems to be standing still…..not that I don’t have enough to fill my day but, when has it ever been enough to just do that, right?I’ll be 35 this year.And, I haven’t even started on the things I really want to

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-62112357885264624632007-06-21T05:51:00.000Z2007-06-21T06:13:54.648Z

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Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I did something I had not in my wildest imagination thought I would ever do. I played football. I represented a team in a tournament. I played.When I joined adidas I was sure I was going to make it work. I just didn't know how. Here was a sports company that was world revered and I was getting a chance to be a part of the bigger picture. The only

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Yesterday a friend showed me the Amnesty International ad I have posted and, I was unable to live with myself for hours after seeing it. Apart from the fact that its an unusual and most powerful piece of communication it hit me that in this whole rigmarole of making a life for myself I had forgotten how to live…I did my graduation from Delhi, from a place called LSR (Lady Shri Ram College for

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-1979958924055470692007-06-05T09:24:00.001Z2007-06-05T09:24:12.928Z

Today I saw an ad which took me so back into time that I had difficulty recognizing my present.More on the same coming up soon. Right now am stuck in dealing with the handicaps of the present….Till then, I'm floored...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-66424359352152648732007-06-05T08:26:00.000Z2007-06-05T08:56:36.015Z

On the 7th of May this year I wrote, 5 Down, 35 To Go.On the 5th of June, today, I write, 10 Down, 30 To Go...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-61237266257852726712007-05-14T09:29:00.000Z2007-05-15T04:21:30.335Z

I saw Namesake yesterday. I had been postponing it for long as I really did not think the book was anything great. You could factor in a bias there, as barring a few, I don’t enjoy Indian writers much. But, I loved the movie (Irrfan Khan being the main reason). But again, you guys know I don’t do reviews. I just write about things the movies make me think about.In this case its my name....This

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-43335764347851345602007-05-07T12:18:00.000Z2007-05-07T12:36:23.746Z

Its been more than a month now since I declared war. The fight is still on. I'm in for the long haul this time. Nothing but victory matters. And, as each day turns into night, I am so happy I can go off to sleep and, not feel the hunger that rocks me, or the pain that lands me on my feet again. As I march into battle each day, standing before the mirror,I can see the approval in my enemy's eyes...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-87656227093044827652007-04-30T09:56:00.000Z2007-04-30T10:01:03.370Z

I was just flipping through the latest Outlook.There are some 3 pages dedicated to the Bachchan Wedding called “The Big Belittling”. I’ve read near everything that has been written about the wedding but this one holds the bakery to ransom. It’s the “intellectual’s perspective”, you see.I had thought and decided that I would not write about this wedding and the carnival that accompanied it but, I

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There are certain words that tingle ur fancy on certain days. Somebody behind me just screamed "submerge" and I love it already. "Submerge" has such a "today" ring to it. Sort of washes over me and makes me want to say it over and over again.Crazy.I have favourite words too and, they help me feel out my existence. "Chutzpah",the yiddish term for gutsy audacity, surprising impertinence, brazen

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-71678867579313394962007-04-13T07:07:00.000Z2007-04-17T06:42:12.029Z

I had this most amazing conversation with my son last night.Schools have become so entrepreneurial nowadays. Yesterday they were taught how to make nimbu-paani (lemonade, for the unintiated). I have always harbored this wish – I will not do anything to achieve it because I have always been a firm believer of free will – but I have wished for my son to become a great chef, or a mystical painter,

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-15394783118024322422007-04-11T08:47:00.000Z2007-04-13T07:11:32.110Z

2006 was a year of Revelations. 2007 seems to be a year of Reinvention.As the months dragged by last year, each and every truth I had known as permanent changed. It was naive of me to assume that there is a single truth and it is permanent. As each blinker came off, I adjusted to the ensuing reality and accepted what had always been apparent.It was I, who had refused to accept it and therefore,

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-81936011863648190962007-04-04T08:14:00.000Z2007-04-04T08:21:16.685Z

Its been quite some time since I wrote.Have not really been busy. Just haven’t had anything to say I guess.In the past, someone close once told me, that I write more when I’m angst ridden. Haha..Perhaps I should take this as a good sign then.Or, on the contrary, angst is such a part of life that I’ve stopped noticing its presence. Haven’t we all?I’m happy.Maybe its because I’m wearing yellow

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-70833269721089220132007-03-28T09:34:00.000Z2007-03-28T09:52:44.132Z

Brilliant, Creative, Humane, Comic, Tragic, Original, Matter of Fact, Black, Maverick, Disjointed, Lovable, Refreshing, Unbearably Funny, Absurd, Real Little Miss Sunshine...

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-91789019066945392802007-03-27T04:37:00.000Z2007-03-27T04:51:54.917Z

Catharsis by Words by Soumava SenguptaShome is a very dear friend and someone I have been trying to get onto blogging for quite some time now. He has a tremendous sense of humour which reflects in the way he writes. See if you can persuade him to join the bandwagon with us...Over to U Shome...Bermuda lost to Bangladesh yesterday, and the hopes of a billion Indian's sank. For a nation that has

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ResurrectionJust some questions that keep coming back :What would Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar's son hear when he goes to school tommorrow ?If this is sport then would I want my son to be a sportspersonIf people have unrealistic aspirations, even a billion of them, do they have the right to blame anyone but themselves at the fall So many soul searchers and yet none that has the guts to stare the truth

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-57783569244447024842007-03-20T03:24:00.001Z2007-03-20T03:24:43.972Z

KuchhDilNeKaha.mp3

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Baharon Mera Jeeva...

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Aa Dil Kya Mehfil Hai Tere Kadmon Mein I was down with viral over the weekend and much of the 1st half of this week. Fell ill after a long time so enjoyed myself quite a bit....thats a stupid thing to say, right???Discovered so many things about myself, my life, others, their lives and of course, my loves....These lines kept coming back to me in some form or the other. All of them snapshots from

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-71800347018768550832007-03-07T11:36:00.000Z2007-03-07T11:39:59.979Z

For Them, Who Thought, I Was So Libra You are 47% LibraHow Libra Are You?

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-24600609167092091582007-03-07T09:48:00.000Z2007-03-07T09:52:44.137Z

You Are ImpressionismYou think the world is quite beautiful, especially if you look at it in new and interesting ways.You tend to focus on color and movement in art.For you, seeing the big picture is much more important than recording every little detail.You can find inspiration anywhere... especially from nature.whatartmovementareyouquiz

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-20446755428452623702007-03-06T11:18:00.000Z2007-03-06T11:56:24.673Z

It Is HeSome years back I had read this most amazing book " The Bridges of Madison County". I was going through a rather turbulent personal life myself then, and it made the book more impactful. I saw the movie after the book and was almost certain that it wouldn't be as engrossing. I was wrong. I would love to make a hindi adaptation of the same and there is no other who would be able to do

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This Ones For UTheres so much that can be said for the beautiful beautiful skies outside. They sit on my head and forbid me to caress. They play on my senses and yet I can't touch. They make me hurt but, it hurts so nice.Theres so much that can be said for the swirling grey outside...and none for the grey that lives inside of meTheres so much that can be said ....and all, can, be said for you.

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-523293787550913202007-02-26T02:38:00.000Z2007-02-28T08:27:22.244Z

Of Gods & Humility & Papri ChaatVirendra, lord of the heroes, of noble descent and brave design. Thats what his name means.Till about a week back it wouldn't have mattered. But then, till about a week back I hadn't met him. I was oblivious to the perks of working with adidas till I sat on a warm evening last week in a group of six (the point being, that, it was select. well, select enough) and

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-12177549736515099862007-02-14T02:50:00.000Z2007-02-28T08:35:16.623Z

Bombay & Not MumbaiI saw Black Friday last evening. I love Kay Kay. And, I died for Satya. Both these reasons made Paanch (unreleased) and Black Friday my most eagerly awaited movies for the last few years. So, it would be a lie if I said I went in without any expectations. Plus I'm this great sucker for the underdog and to my mind Anurag Kashyap had been through more than his share of financial

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-89134076284741078412007-01-15T11:48:00.000Z2007-02-28T08:35:52.250Z

Love, eh ???Some lines that remind me of the music in the rains, windows that talk and broken silhouettes. None of these lines are mine but, what I wouldn't do to claim them as mine......From Dashboard Confessional, Dusk & SummerThe signal is subtleWe pass just close enough to touchNo questions, no answersWe know by now to say enoughWith only simple wordsWith only subtle turnsThe things we feel

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-4298523057593571142007-01-14T04:06:00.000Z2007-02-28T08:36:31.754Z

Its Time To Set The Cold AsideWhen does the end come? When u accept it, or, when you take action to change the existing truth, or the non-truth? Or are they levels that you work through? Are they sequential or can they hit you, not out of the blue because you knew it all along didn't you, but, because how much longer can you resist the hurt and hence, the hurting anyways? Will it ever be enough

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-52025904668973634142007-01-10T07:21:00.000Z2007-02-28T08:37:16.530Z

Gracias InnarituI saw Babel last night. Usually I don’t do reviews or posts on movies. I sincerely believe that my tastes in the arts cannot be singled out as vanguard and therefore I refrain from commenting through my experiences. There are times, however, when I’m forced to make exceptions.Babel, a tower that humans decided to build in order to reach heaven and God. The arrogance of man got to

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-45476203916047495072007-01-08T09:10:00.000Z2007-02-28T08:37:36.229Z

The Song That Said It All"Bepanaah pyar hai aajaaTera Intezaar hai aajaa..."Little did I know that I would be paying homage to this not so bad song from a very bad movie afew yrs from listening to it first. The movie is not important and neither was the song till afew minutes back. And, afew minutes means afew minutes.I just got a call from my mom. A very unusual call. Not because it was from my

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Just Pictures Some days back a very good friend of mine wrote a testimonial for me on orkut. Something he wrote hit me and made me think more about what he said.I have always led a convenient life in terms of time and space. I can easily blend into the current, nothing, but, the current. Am not good at remembering the past in all its glory, just moments that stand out because memory hasn't failed

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-7267964356624886772006-12-08T08:25:00.000Z2007-02-20T05:42:22.821Z

Of Hope, the Need & the GreedIts amazing, the path I tread, always makes me smile at my impudence. How could I have been so arrogant in thinking that I knew where I'd land up !!!I take time out and laugh.....I, never in my wildest imagination thought I would be working for the Sports Performance Brand.....and enjoying it at that....I laughAgain, I always tell the ones who still love me how i'm

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In Love All Over AgainMy "favouritest" (I know I know its wrong english man) from FaizRaat yun dil mein teri, khoyi hui yaad aayiJaise viraane mein chupke se bahaar aa jayeJaise sahraon mein haule se chale baad-ae-naseemJaise bimaar ko be-wajaah quraar aa jaaye....And the translation by Vikram SethLast night your faded memory came to meAs in the wilderness spring comes quietly,As, slowly, in the

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-3869582831803744932006-11-28T09:03:00.000Z2007-02-27T07:04:44.597Z

First 10 Days with Adi DasslerIts been 10 odd days now. At adidas...A new place...a different world. Thats, what i think everyday. Its a different world. Not because it is different but because it is so far removed from what my reality used to be. The reality of working in a certain manner, thinking in a set way and of course not thinking in a set way too. Learning every moment...I have always

svetyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334049900582397948noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974710.post-50706037317743991132006-11-15T10:48:00.000Z2006-11-15T10:56:29.721Z

Hasta la Vista BabyAnd till then, I have these......Memories that colour my perspectiveAnd, perspectives that will last beyond.......Courtsey FlickR

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Surprise SurpriseA day of surprises. Of understanding you were worth so little to someOf knowing that u mean so much to mostOf feeling so welcomedOf welcoming that muchOf finally admitting defeatOf succeeding to forgiveOf rising like a phoenixOf knowing that the ashes were never yoursOf eventually, letting goOf burning what was left...

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Is It the Kada ??I've never been religious but I'm most definitely a believer. I don't know if there is a God out there but I'm aware of him within. Kill me because I say "Him". Him just sounds more right than a Her. Blame it on my gender insensitivity.Afew days back, a friend of mine gave me a kada to wear. U know the punjabi kada. Had been wanting to wear one for quite some time. Don't know why

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Finally, an Aqua Sunset

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Things I'd Love To Do This Minutehaunt the most comfortable armchair under the most awesome grey-black sky and get drenched in the rainindulge a duststorm listening to my favourite songsswim in the seaforget that i'm obeseplay teen patti till the night takes overlose myself in some other countryshop like mad for everyone I loveplay chef at my own restaurant

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Just Heard This, Beautiful"Ek din fursat meinthaame haath hamaarele gaye us dagar pejahan rehti hain bahareinChal diye hum bhi ghar sekuch befiqar sedil tha apne bharosehum the dil ke sahaarePal bada mukhtasar thatere seene pe sar thayun laga mar na jaaein itni khushiyon ke maare.."Courtsey: Zindaggi Rocks

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At CrossroadsAs I live each moment some days, I slowly awaken to the possibility of standing at crossroads. In the past, I have always deprived myself of this opportunity. Have always decided before considering, thus conceding to take the easy way out. Have always been a non confrontationist so absolutely do not want to confront what I may have actually decided. But this time its different.I'm

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De Constructing Communication - Learning from the Dream MakersThere seems to be a cultural revolution happening in the country right now. Especially so when one looks at the usage of media and its usage of content.And the surprising bit is that we have finally come full circle with media that have reinvented themselves through their content and their audiences.There is no medium stronger than one

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De Stress, Live"The difference between 'involvement' and 'commitment' is like an eggs-and-ham breakfast: the chicken was 'involved' - the pig was 'committed'." This is a quote I read somewhere. Seems to add up to the way I have lived.Commited more than Involved.I have never negotiated with life because I have always commited beyond my means and then tried to live upto that commitment.But, now I'm

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Of Black Pepper & RainOf an afternoonThat burnt to black pepper In slow motion.I feel it In the breath that wrote itI feel it in the arc on my facethe one, that you gave birth toA smile?Is that what they call it, nowadays?For that arc that you etched on my faceAnd a smile that my heart screamedAnd, breath that smouldered to grey ash,an afternoon, pregnant with rain

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