There are times when there are many thoughts in my mind, and there are times when there are none! in both the caes, I do not write anything!
An easier way out is either post a result of some stupid but interesting quiz from blogthings or do an interesting tag! For today, I chose the latter!
Wishes Galore (what's your real name by the way?) tagged me a few days back and here it goes...
1. What is your current obsession?
umm... no obsessions... nurturing a few passions though! lets see where they take me!
2. What are you wearing today?
well! right now a grey sweatshirt and pyjamas! I wonder why a sweatshirt is called so!!! It does not make you sweat and its not a shirt! and no these are not red pyjamas that I am wearing!
3. What's for dinner?
Made some Arhar dal... nice!
4. What was the last thing you bought?
I bought a shirt, a trouser and a pull-over for Diwali this sunday!
5. What are you listening to right now?
The wind outside rushing past at 40-50 mph. Here they say its windy, in India we would have called it a storm
6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?
I know too little about the person. Lets start with real names, shall we?
7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
Somewhere in a village in UP in North India
8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?
Water
9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
To Mom and Dad! this one was easy :)
10. Which language do you want to learn?
Urdu, Bangla and Spanish maybe
11. What’s your favourite quote?
Used to have a few favorites, but found this on a t-shirt I bought recently: Let someone else climb the corporate ladder!
12. Who do you want to meet right now?
Papa
13. What is your favorite colour?
Simply Red
14. What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own closet?
A white linen shirt
15. What is your dream job?
My dream is not a job! Read my favorite quote above :P
16. What’s your favourite magazine?
Nandan
17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
I do not need anything for myself right now! I would just save that $100
18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
I do not understand fashion! no way I can consider something a fashion faux pas
19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
Shahrukh Khan.. I think Saif dresses up much much better than him!
20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?
Crew cut, though I am trying to grow my hair longer right now! so far so good!
21. What are you going to do after this?
Su su
22. What are your favourite movies?
Check a recommended movie list on the right column of Chai ki Dukaan
23. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without?
Sarson ka Tel! that's all
24. What inspires you?
What or who? Honesty and truthfulness mostly!
25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you
Poished shoes, smart hair, ironed clothes
26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)?
Repeat Monday's clothes
27. Coffee or tea?
umm!!! :P
28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
Call one of my closest friends and tell him/her that he/she is an idiot
29. What is the meaning of your name?
Calm, composed
30. Which other blogs do you love visiting?
Quite a few actually!
31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
The toughest question in the world for me! Next time I go to Banke Bihaari ji in Vrindavan, I will try to figure out!
32. Favorite Season ?
Winters... let me correct! North Indian winters... not the Milwaukee winters that are around the corner!
33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?
nothing! Dal hai! bhookh lagi hai to kha lo!
34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?
I have no clue
35. What are you afraid of the most?
No idea...
36.Is it possible to be in love with two persons simultaneously?
Absolutely!
Phew! Interview khatam! Tag yourself if you'd like! there are times when some of these fun questions make you think!
Showing posts with label myself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label myself. Show all posts
07/10/09
28/05/09
I ain't Sugar !
I ain't sugar, don't think I am sweet
I ain't the sun, don't think I got too much heat
I ain't the moon, to keep your nights lit
I ain't the air, to let you breathe
I ain't fire, to burn your heart
I ain't water, to cool you down
I ain't a joker, to keep you away from the frown
I ain't a river, to let you flow
But I am me...
a bit of fire
a bit of water
a bit of earth
a bit of sky
a bit of mountain
a bit of air
a bit of sun
a bit of time
a bit of sadness
a bit of fun
a bit of sparkle
a bit of glare
a bit of heart
a bit of dirt
a bit of strength
a bit of weakness
a bit of distance
a bit of caress
a bit of space
a bit of nothing
a bit of everything
but
I ain't sugar, don't think I am sweet
I ain't the sun, don't think I got too much heat
I ain't the sun, don't think I got too much heat
I ain't the moon, to keep your nights lit
I ain't the air, to let you breathe
I ain't fire, to burn your heart
I ain't water, to cool you down
I ain't a joker, to keep you away from the frown
I ain't a river, to let you flow
But I am me...
a bit of fire
a bit of water
a bit of earth
a bit of sky
a bit of mountain
a bit of air
a bit of sun
a bit of time
a bit of sadness
a bit of fun
a bit of sparkle
a bit of glare
a bit of heart
a bit of dirt
a bit of strength
a bit of weakness
a bit of distance
a bit of caress
a bit of space
a bit of nothing
a bit of everything
but
I ain't sugar, don't think I am sweet
I ain't the sun, don't think I got too much heat
24/02/08
Randomizing Myself...
I have been given an opportunity to write about myself :) I love it... so here we go... oh.. first thanks to Arch @ Rang,who has one of the mostest bestest blogs that I know of, for tagging me... though I am not a keen tagger or the tagged kinds, but I guess I will take this one :)
so here we go... Random things, 7 of them about me...
1) I have a feeling that I have written something of this sort before as well... some random facts about myself... but I don't know when or why...
3) I am very glad to see how my photography has improved in the last one year and I hope that this is just the beginning...
2) There is a break in my travel for the last two months, and the thought makes me very restless and uneasy. Now that I am back in India, I have to have to go out of Delhi and Chandigarh (to the hills or somewhere else) But I have to... and an official visit to Bangalore DOES not count anymore...
6) I very seriously considered closing down the Chai Ki Dukaan a week ago, because of how one person interpreted my writing on the blog... but I just woke myself up to the fact, that I have always written for myself and not for anyone. I am fortunate, that there are a few people who like to visit Chai ki Dukaan regularly and share their opinions here...But the fact still remains that I write for myself, however selfish that might sound...
4) I have not yet given half of my prize money to Sankalp and I don't like it... I am going to something about it, and will do something to make it up for the delay too...
7) In the last one year, I have not stayed for 7 continuous nights at one place. This is strange but true :)
5) My shaadi.com profile got deactivated because of inactivity :D hehehe !!!! and the pictures that were there, were good enough to scare people away, though I loved those photographs...
And a random 8th thing... My opinions/judgments about people are based on my individual interactions with them and not because I heard/saw/read something about them... and I am kinda happy about that :)
Oh and the numbers are not in any sequence... random it was to be...
so here we go... Random things, 7 of them about me...
1) I have a feeling that I have written something of this sort before as well... some random facts about myself... but I don't know when or why...
3) I am very glad to see how my photography has improved in the last one year and I hope that this is just the beginning...
2) There is a break in my travel for the last two months, and the thought makes me very restless and uneasy. Now that I am back in India, I have to have to go out of Delhi and Chandigarh (to the hills or somewhere else) But I have to... and an official visit to Bangalore DOES not count anymore...
6) I very seriously considered closing down the Chai Ki Dukaan a week ago, because of how one person interpreted my writing on the blog... but I just woke myself up to the fact, that I have always written for myself and not for anyone. I am fortunate, that there are a few people who like to visit Chai ki Dukaan regularly and share their opinions here...But the fact still remains that I write for myself, however selfish that might sound...
4) I have not yet given half of my prize money to Sankalp and I don't like it... I am going to something about it, and will do something to make it up for the delay too...
7) In the last one year, I have not stayed for 7 continuous nights at one place. This is strange but true :)
5) My shaadi.com profile got deactivated because of inactivity :D hehehe !!!! and the pictures that were there, were good enough to scare people away, though I loved those photographs...
And a random 8th thing... My opinions/judgments about people are based on my individual interactions with them and not because I heard/saw/read something about them... and I am kinda happy about that :)
Oh and the numbers are not in any sequence... random it was to be...
05/01/08
Those Were The Best Days of My Life... so far :)
The first memories of being on stage go back to class V or VI when I was a part of the dance team which performed on Boney M's Its a Holiday... This was my first ever english tape as well.. Boney M's 18 greatest hits and I still love those tracks...
Remember practicing during the not so important classes and enjoying it... Vicky was my partner in that song, however I wanted some other girl to dance with me :) but then, li'il I could do about it... Nice white shirt and the black trousers... I am sure I kept that dress for a while before I moved on...
and then a lot of years of stage-o-fobia...
Until one day, when I was in class IX... I had to climb up the stage to fill in for a few people who ditched us in the Independence Day functions... my first stand up comedy stunt :) it went pretty well for the lifelessness I felt in my legs and the dryness in my throat in those 10 minutes...
Another few years of stage silence, before it was broken in the form of Mughal'e'Aazam in my first year of college... PGDAV was no great college, but the kind of friends I earned there, the life that I lived there is something that no other place could have given me... I loved those 3 years of my life...
I still remember that the entire team had practiced on my terrace for a day and by the time we had finished the entire play was changed... We laughed our asses out because of the changes that were made during the entire day... Ankur Wahal had written and directed the play and he was flawless with his work... Today he is a brilliant Corporate Lawyer and no one is going to believe that he once used to rock the stage with his amazing performances...
His entry in the play on that yellow tricycle... mine with that 8 inch sword and the loose pyjamas... Tushar as the Kaneez... Karan Bindal, our 6 foot tall Laila... and Ankur.. the short Majnu....
The play was a super hit second year in a row, and that 800 strong audience enjoyed it as much as we did who were on the stage at that time... Ankur and Taru had hosted that year's Aaghaz...
I was a part of the Cultural Committee now, and in my second year.. we were looking for people who would join the group... This is when I dragged the freshers Nimisha Bhagat, Sandy, Vandana etc into the group... Ankush joined, Gaurav Marwaha joined, Meghna Jain came in... along with a few others and we had a brilliant team of people doing everything they could... This is the year when I got an award for winning the maximum number of prizes in an academic year too.. 18 prizes I won in various individual and team competitions in Delhi University that year... MY year of glory...
Ankur did not host Aaghaz that year... I followed his footsteps and was responsible for managing the show for about 7 hours and with me was Virat Vikram Juneja... and both of us created a riot... I loved it... it was the kind of feeling that nothing else can even come closer too... NOTHING...
Third year of college... Cultural Society at its best... The dance team from my college won almost every single competition that they participated in.. Gaurav Marwaha and Ankush were leading the pack here... Ankush focusing on the dance team, which needless to say, had some of the most brilliant dancers I have met till date...Gaurav worked his sweat out to get the sponserships and managed more than we expected... he did work too hard... and I managed the theatre part along with Meghana and a few others... Ankur, Patrick, Nimisha etc were our western music champions.. this is the time when our Rock Band Nakshatra also revived itself... Some ex students came back to play with us too... the green room below the stage in DAV always used to have something or the other happening...
This is the year when Kapil Sharma who used to be a DAV student sometime also came back to college and taught me and other most of what I know and remember today about Theater and stage... Getting out of home at 0700 hrs and coming back at 1700 hrs.. even later.. and spending most our time reading scripts, discussing plays, acts and learning and talking was a life well lived... I both smile and cry at times for those times... I still remember the song from Chupke Chupke we used to sing... the one with Amitabh and Dharmendra... we used to rock !!!
Aaghaz again was my baby this year with me on the stage for about 6 hours and with Virat again... A repeat of the last year... Laughter, comedy, fun and the feeling of being on the top of the world... the only difference being that this year we did the show in Army Auditorium, Dhaula Kuan... what an evening it was... bad throat by the end of the day but smiles that would not stop for days to come.. because every time you entered college you would have some eyes who would recognise you... some people would even come up to you and tell you how good you were....Even Ashish bhai, our canteen wala guy said to me one day... Arre tu to wohi hai na Stage wala !!! I just smiled and said haan woi hoon.... :D
The making of posters, the winning and loosing competitions, the bunking classes, the professors refusing to even know you at the end of the year when you requested for attendance, the understanding and the misunderstandings, the certificates, the sitting on stage stairs and singing or talking or just being, walking up to the srinivas puri market to have tea and keep sitting on the stools there for hours, Out of the Gate, across the Road down the street was our favorite spot... during the festivals, the entire cultural society dancing together in jam sessions... I don't really remember seasons changing for some reason... every day of the year was as bright and sunny as we thought it should be or wanted it to be...
I moved out of college... thankfullly was in Delhi itself... Jamia Millia Islamia... and not too far away from DAV... though the classes were many, but I still used to go to DAV at times... meeting people in person was the only way to keep in touch.. that is when we did not really rely on Text messages and Mobile Phones or emails to keep in touch... so a typical routine used to be... I would finish my classes in Jamia, rush to DAV, find someone in the green room... talk for a while or wait for classes to finish and then come back home together...
For some reason the team back in DAV did not find anyone to host the show, and they asked me to do it... I was not sure if I could because I was already out of college but they insisted and I agreed... I wanted Virat to do it with me again, but he was not ready... after a lot of begging and requesting he agreed... and Prashant and Virat did it again in FICCI this time... third year in a row I was there... could not have loved it more... my professors who used to look so serious all around the year laughing off their seats, the people who i did not know responding to every line that i said on the stage... it was a dream... a dream i lived... my then principle Bhatia Sir, who had taught me mathematics in the second and third year also came upto me and said, Inko tujhse achcha koi aur nai milega :)
By the end of next year, things settled down... I was now looking at how am I going to earn a living... Nimisha was busy with her studies, Meghna wanted to do her post grad in NID, Virat started assisting his dad and his work in Faridabad, everyone from the dance team got busy somewhere or the other, Ankur was already doing his LLB... We all moved and Time too....
Its like I lived a life in those few years and lfe that no more there.... but I know that something has not died inside me... its still there... Thank you God Uncle for letting me live and not just exist !!! You are the best !!!
Remember practicing during the not so important classes and enjoying it... Vicky was my partner in that song, however I wanted some other girl to dance with me :) but then, li'il I could do about it... Nice white shirt and the black trousers... I am sure I kept that dress for a while before I moved on...
and then a lot of years of stage-o-fobia...
Until one day, when I was in class IX... I had to climb up the stage to fill in for a few people who ditched us in the Independence Day functions... my first stand up comedy stunt :) it went pretty well for the lifelessness I felt in my legs and the dryness in my throat in those 10 minutes...
Another few years of stage silence, before it was broken in the form of Mughal'e'Aazam in my first year of college... PGDAV was no great college, but the kind of friends I earned there, the life that I lived there is something that no other place could have given me... I loved those 3 years of my life...
I still remember that the entire team had practiced on my terrace for a day and by the time we had finished the entire play was changed... We laughed our asses out because of the changes that were made during the entire day... Ankur Wahal had written and directed the play and he was flawless with his work... Today he is a brilliant Corporate Lawyer and no one is going to believe that he once used to rock the stage with his amazing performances...
His entry in the play on that yellow tricycle... mine with that 8 inch sword and the loose pyjamas... Tushar as the Kaneez... Karan Bindal, our 6 foot tall Laila... and Ankur.. the short Majnu....
The play was a super hit second year in a row, and that 800 strong audience enjoyed it as much as we did who were on the stage at that time... Ankur and Taru had hosted that year's Aaghaz...
I was a part of the Cultural Committee now, and in my second year.. we were looking for people who would join the group... This is when I dragged the freshers Nimisha Bhagat, Sandy, Vandana etc into the group... Ankush joined, Gaurav Marwaha joined, Meghna Jain came in... along with a few others and we had a brilliant team of people doing everything they could... This is the year when I got an award for winning the maximum number of prizes in an academic year too.. 18 prizes I won in various individual and team competitions in Delhi University that year... MY year of glory...
Ankur did not host Aaghaz that year... I followed his footsteps and was responsible for managing the show for about 7 hours and with me was Virat Vikram Juneja... and both of us created a riot... I loved it... it was the kind of feeling that nothing else can even come closer too... NOTHING...
Third year of college... Cultural Society at its best... The dance team from my college won almost every single competition that they participated in.. Gaurav Marwaha and Ankush were leading the pack here... Ankush focusing on the dance team, which needless to say, had some of the most brilliant dancers I have met till date...Gaurav worked his sweat out to get the sponserships and managed more than we expected... he did work too hard... and I managed the theatre part along with Meghana and a few others... Ankur, Patrick, Nimisha etc were our western music champions.. this is the time when our Rock Band Nakshatra also revived itself... Some ex students came back to play with us too... the green room below the stage in DAV always used to have something or the other happening...
This is the year when Kapil Sharma who used to be a DAV student sometime also came back to college and taught me and other most of what I know and remember today about Theater and stage... Getting out of home at 0700 hrs and coming back at 1700 hrs.. even later.. and spending most our time reading scripts, discussing plays, acts and learning and talking was a life well lived... I both smile and cry at times for those times... I still remember the song from Chupke Chupke we used to sing... the one with Amitabh and Dharmendra... we used to rock !!!
Aaghaz again was my baby this year with me on the stage for about 6 hours and with Virat again... A repeat of the last year... Laughter, comedy, fun and the feeling of being on the top of the world... the only difference being that this year we did the show in Army Auditorium, Dhaula Kuan... what an evening it was... bad throat by the end of the day but smiles that would not stop for days to come.. because every time you entered college you would have some eyes who would recognise you... some people would even come up to you and tell you how good you were....Even Ashish bhai, our canteen wala guy said to me one day... Arre tu to wohi hai na Stage wala !!! I just smiled and said haan woi hoon.... :D
The making of posters, the winning and loosing competitions, the bunking classes, the professors refusing to even know you at the end of the year when you requested for attendance, the understanding and the misunderstandings, the certificates, the sitting on stage stairs and singing or talking or just being, walking up to the srinivas puri market to have tea and keep sitting on the stools there for hours, Out of the Gate, across the Road down the street was our favorite spot... during the festivals, the entire cultural society dancing together in jam sessions... I don't really remember seasons changing for some reason... every day of the year was as bright and sunny as we thought it should be or wanted it to be...
I moved out of college... thankfullly was in Delhi itself... Jamia Millia Islamia... and not too far away from DAV... though the classes were many, but I still used to go to DAV at times... meeting people in person was the only way to keep in touch.. that is when we did not really rely on Text messages and Mobile Phones or emails to keep in touch... so a typical routine used to be... I would finish my classes in Jamia, rush to DAV, find someone in the green room... talk for a while or wait for classes to finish and then come back home together...
For some reason the team back in DAV did not find anyone to host the show, and they asked me to do it... I was not sure if I could because I was already out of college but they insisted and I agreed... I wanted Virat to do it with me again, but he was not ready... after a lot of begging and requesting he agreed... and Prashant and Virat did it again in FICCI this time... third year in a row I was there... could not have loved it more... my professors who used to look so serious all around the year laughing off their seats, the people who i did not know responding to every line that i said on the stage... it was a dream... a dream i lived... my then principle Bhatia Sir, who had taught me mathematics in the second and third year also came upto me and said, Inko tujhse achcha koi aur nai milega :)
By the end of next year, things settled down... I was now looking at how am I going to earn a living... Nimisha was busy with her studies, Meghna wanted to do her post grad in NID, Virat started assisting his dad and his work in Faridabad, everyone from the dance team got busy somewhere or the other, Ankur was already doing his LLB... We all moved and Time too....
Its like I lived a life in those few years and lfe that no more there.... but I know that something has not died inside me... its still there... Thank you God Uncle for letting me live and not just exist !!! You are the best !!!
22/12/07
23/11/07
Outside myself...
I am here because someone has decided that i should be here, and I am...
Why am I crying, as one of my friends always says, or feeling bad about things and people who are not around me?
Instead why am I not loving and living what I should ?
There is more to life than I can see, there is something else which I don't realise, there is something that I am a part of but its a part of me too...
Too many thoughts flying around in random motion inside my head, but when I move out of my own body and see them from outside, they look in perfect symmetry...
Reminds me of the times, when as a kid, I used to think what if I have to travel to the end of the space... would i really find it?
Peace
Why am I crying, as one of my friends always says, or feeling bad about things and people who are not around me?
Instead why am I not loving and living what I should ?
There is more to life than I can see, there is something else which I don't realise, there is something that I am a part of but its a part of me too...
Too many thoughts flying around in random motion inside my head, but when I move out of my own body and see them from outside, they look in perfect symmetry...
Reminds me of the times, when as a kid, I used to think what if I have to travel to the end of the space... would i really find it?
Peace
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