Not waiting for a magical love to transform my life..

It's an odd thing to wake up one day and realise that the chances of you becoming an astronaut, a film star or a UN diplomat are so slim they're non existent.

The realisation that the universe is not a benevolent place where justice will be done and what goes around will come around...not in your life time.

That bad things happen to good people.

Sometimes love doesn't conquer all...sometimes it doesn't even put up a fight.

When did growing up mean surrendering all hope to the alter of the "real world?"....

Well "real world" and all it's practical inhabitants hear me roar...." You can take my soul but you can take my irrepressible, irrational, inexplicable hope-dom!"......couldn't find something that rhymed with freedom:)

Things I should want... but don't.....

Children- I guess i'm a late bloomer in that sense...my biological clock is niether ticking nor tocking. It seems content to sit silently and watch all the mothers I know in barely masked horror.
Millions- Money is sorta over rated after a point isn't it? I have really simple needs..food, smokes, the occaisional martini and clothes...oh yeah petrol.
Husband-I quite like love, men and relationships. A husband...im not so sure. Seems like a scary grown up man telling me to "behave yourself young lady" in a stern sorta superior voice...boy am i a shrinks delight!
Nice house- eh! sure....can't see myself picking out china, drapes and yelling at parvathamma the annoying maid all day long. When I sometimes look longingly at rattan furniture i quickly look at the price and run like meep meep the road runner. Who spends 80,000/- on a table???!
Best friend- What would be the fun in that? I'm so many different people battling so many different things I could never really claim any one person knows me the best. I like lots of equations with lots of people.

Tbbpthhh.....

Apple martini's and accents...

I know i've been really bad about posts lately...just innundated with work and absolutely no time to breathe!

In the middle of this otherwise hectic work filled week I went out last night. My friend Poz threw a party at Opus which was choked to the gills with page 3 people all air kissing and being seen. Since I also air kiss thats not up for scrutiny. The highlight of the evening was Gina making me her world famous in Bangalore Apple Martini....for the uninitiated this is the most brilliant tasting drink ever...really! If you're ever at Opus ask for one:)

This utterly delightful girl I met came with me to above mentioned shindig. Her boyfriend joined us and we wound up at a friends house. Boyfriend of delightful girl then proceeded to make me feel like crap for not being "desi" enough. Meaning I can't pick Amol Palekar out of a line up or sing a Geeta Dutt song.

That annoyed the hell out of me. Just who define's desi-ness?

Men!

I really don't get men. Thats a decided handicap. My 2007 resolution is to figure them out.

Weddings....

I went to a friends wedding ....someone i've known growing up....we've discussed boys....kissing techniques...clothes....life...
when I saw her standing on the stage decorated with flowers...all dressed up in saree and lots of beautiful jewellery talking to me with so much confidence and her heart swelling with pride...In that one momentI felt like such a .....child

la la la la la feeling groovy....

Ever have one of those days when you're stressed out of your head but you seem to float through it with a zen like calm?...a bizarre sense of stillness takes over you and everything around you is like a snazzily edited music video....colours,voices, smells whizz past you and the only thing in your head is some totally inappropriate song?

yeah...la la la la la feeling groovy...