Realism.

During one of his famous dinner-time lectures, my father looked at me. A a small, sad smile touched the edges of his lips and he said - "you were talking about reality that day, I have seen reality. I know what realism is. My son died in my hands. Nothing in life perturbs me now."

I didn't know what to say to that.

Happy moments and fond memories

My two best friends came to my place Friday evening and stayed the night. Guess you can call it a slumber party - after all there were PJ's, ice creams, rom-coms, sort of junk food, boy-talk, general gossip and a fairly controlled amount of alcohol involved. Its funny how meeting old friends takes years off your actual age.

Yesterday we sat and talked, laughing and bitching about life, sharing the pain of uncertainty, reflecting on achievements too high and failures too low and simply catching up with each other, becoming active members of each others lives like we once were.

I've known one of them (the infamous Nirvana) for almost twelve years now and the other one (Lets call her Sera) for 9 years. We have spent most of our lives knowing one another and although all three of us chose completely different streams, even now when we meet, we feel as though we are still thirteen, rude, awkward and quirky. I'm so lucky to have friends like these two, I don't know what I would do without them.

When I woke up the next day, I looked up to see these two kids sleeping peacefully, a thought occured to me "Always remember this day and this time. You are the luckiest girl in the world. You have everything one could ask for - a loving family, good friends, a good college... this may be the happiest you will ever be. Cherish this moment."

Does that sound a little too lame? Huh. Seven months away from home are seven months too long I guess.

Later we went to Powai, had coffee at Aromas, where Nirvana very brilliantly used a wet tissue as her visiting card and filled the questionnaire under the pseudonym Peggy Lane. Somewhere over the rainbow, John Lennon must be beaming. Or freaking out.

It was a beautiful day. I've gone to Powai three times now and I have even clicked some pictures. Will probably post them soon.

In other news, Shammi Kapoor has passed away. Although I can't call myself a true fan, I must say, Shammiji, you were brilliant. The rebel of the Hindi cinema, you defined the 60's. You have given us many unforgettable movies and songs that will live in our hearts forever. Every time I hear chahe koi mujhe janglee kahe or baar baar dekho or oh haseena zulfon waali, I will remember you fondly, as the legend, the hero, the actor and the man that you were. No matter how many years pass, Shammi Kapoor will always be synonymous with the word Yahoo! :)

R.I.P Shammi Kapoor

Oh, its past midnight! Which means its 15th August -

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

New theme/design

Yeah, I was bored of the prev. background. I decided to go back to one of my favourite colour combos - black & white.

As you can see, I'm still going with TaurMe's Originals as backgrounds. I guess I'd rather have my readers see awful doodles as opposed to gorgeous photography by someone else.

Ah well, I was never known for my niceness :P

THIS BLOG MAKES ME SAD.

It needs a new look. Maybe an awesome background.

More pictures.

Better fonts maybe?


Huh. Now I'm just feeling lazy.

P.S. GOING HOME ON THE 6TH!!! WOOOHOOOO! AFTER SIX MONTHS OF well...I don't know, really...I'M FINALLY GOING HOME! Oh Mumbai, my baby, my love, I am so close! I coming! Yaaaay! I'm going HOME!!!

Well, had to get that out of my system.

Happy

I'm happy. Quite happy.

I'm the nothing-can-bring-me-down happy.

Agreed, its more of a "shut-'cha-cakehole-bitch-I-ain't-gonna-let-you-get-me-down" happy, but hey, its still happiness - I'm not gonna complain.

You know how there are Little happy moments and Big happy moments - today was one with a little happy moment which might, one day, bring Big happy moments.

Today started like any other. I was our last day of internship and I must admit, after two months of ridiculous college-work and uneventful work-work, I was ready to say goodbye and leave. About an hour into boredom, I got call from "De Boss" asking me to meet him.

Well, let me tell you something about De Boss. De Boss isn't really my Boss. My Boss (and by Boss I mean my boss's boss's boss) is on vacation - De Boss is the man who holds the same position in a sister company. As there are two interns working in De Boss's company and two of us in ours, we had to take our components together.

By components I mean these stupid evaluation thingies that our college is forcing on us - quizzes, presentations, group discussions and project reports - two of each. So we were supposed to do our report II and presentation II on a topic related to the work at our station. As our company is one that deals with logistics, I decided to do mine on the impact that transportation has on the environment.

Believe me, it was easier said than done. Knowing myself, I have to say, I hardly put in any efforts. I was making my powerpoint presentation during work and the day before the seminar, I attached an unsaved version of the ppt. So that night I had to slave away just trying to put a decent slide show together. Needless to say, I hardly practiced the speech that was supposed to go with it.

Next day morning I was very tensed. De Boss is a man with sharp eyes and he kept finding faults in everyone's presentations. I just kept praying for my turn to go all smooth sailing. When it did come, I went up there, worried and scared and somehow managed to fumble my way through the whole thing. Not too good. But hey, it wasn't horrible.

Despite my mediocre performance, I actually succeeded in impressing De Boss...

...which brings us back to the events of the day.

Mr. De Boss calls me to his office and says "I read your report, I am very impressed..." I don't remember exactly what he said, but I remember a few phrases, wonderful things like "bright future ahead of you", "many interns have come and worked, but you were different", "there is a spark in you, I expect to see your name in the papers one day", "what you did was great, keep doing work like this", "your generation needs people like you" ...

:)

I told all this to my parents and they were very happy. If only I could see the expression on their faces. Before keeping the phone down, my mom said "...we are very proud of you". Although they say this quite often (mostly just to make me happy), for the first time in a long time, I felt worthy of their pride.

And THAT's why I'm so happy :)