Life's like that!

A friend suggested that I post something about hard-yearned monsoons on my blog.That kinda made me realise the truth in this axiom I had heard long back ( I might not be accurate when I quote it)

"Thank God there's "the" weather...otherwise at least 70% people in the world would not have anything to talk about"

Very true - I'd say! How many times have you met a stranger and not known how to start a conversation or met a long lost friend only to realise weather's the only common topic apt for the moment? I am usually a comfortable conversationalist - with people I rarely know and people who're close to me alike.But then I wouldn't deny the wonders "weather" has done for starters!

Now that I have "started" the post with this weather talk - let me pen down my current chain of thoughts! I have been wondering on futility of showbiz , on age and on women's obsession with shopping! Reasons? Well,here goes.....

I am still not out of the shock of MJ's demise - with so many rumours about his life and death.....I still hope that someday he moonwalks before the public eyeto reveal a publicity "stunt"! I know I'm being a fool - but who cares!What is the use of being so famous , the greatest showman and yet have such a meaningless and hollow existence?

I was out with family last weekend and met quite a few people after several years! I was amazed at how they have changed - lookwise ! Realised that age doesn't spare anyone - no wonder everyone yearns for the "Philosopher's stone".

Shopping!!!! Any number of exclamation marks would fall short of how amazed I am.I confess I am unlike most women in this respect.I hate the rush and the claustrophobia of shopping.My friend pulled me to this "Sale" yesterday and I tell you - I have never been so irritated. Trial rooms were available...well..at a comfortable waiting time of half hour!How much do people buy and in such poor times!
Oh and remarkable observation here - the men's trial rooms were empty as ever! Hence proved!

Well that's all for tonite. I should hopefully be back with more ideas and their fertile manifestations sooner than I got back this time :)

Till then - ADIOS!

Adieu!

I have been feeling very sad of late....and for a cause that's mourned millions of people over the world.....

Death has never felt so bitter....for someone I've never met...for someone who didn't even know I existed...

I watched his recorded interviews,heard his songs many many times over...since June25th...the minimum I can do for a superstar..in the true essence of the word!I don't care what the allegations or rumours were...that seriously is none of my concern(or of most people who spread them)...but I sincerely salute his musical genius!

There never was any star of this magnitude...which even the cynics acknowledge...at least posthumously!

There would be no one to "Rock with" us anymore,no one to "Beat it!".....and yet I'm going to go by his once-so-famous lyrics...."Don't stop till you get enough"!

RIP MJ!

Trains , travel and terror!

Train journeys always fascinate me....the motion,the food,the view,the smell - almost everything about Samuel Homfray's invention attracts me...

I am back after a short holiday and travelled by train after almost an aeon!But I absolutely love the feeling - especially the middle berth, the "jhal muri"(for those whose taste buds have been deprived of this ethereal pleasure, this is THE snack for you),the moving scenery(alright I know my science right,but then this is poetic license),the curves it takes so that you can see the engine ---- its all in good taste!

There was experience of all kinds this time round....there was this one vendor who, perhaps is the biggest miser I've ever seen....fighting for every bit of peanut(literally!)...and there was this one railway guy who got us good food on request, simply because he agreed with our complaint on the food being tasteless...Yeah!this trip was a fulfilling one...the Big fat Indian wedding celebrations smeared with yours' truly turning a year older...a nice week I'd say!

But I'm upset today...after the attacks that rocked Mumbai, India's business capital - I fail to understand how anyone could derive pleasure out of killing innocent people who've neither caused them any harm nor done any wrong to deserve a death as painful as this...There have been attacks all over the country in the recent past - Jaipur, Guwahati, Ahmedabad, Bangalore....the list is frightening.........

I fear this is the beginning of dark times -- the dark times J K Rowling so vividly painted with Potter is finally haunting the Muggle world...But whatever it may be, it shakes my trust in mankind! I like to believe I'm a philanthropist....but incidents like these perturbs my morale, my very being...

We really need to do something...what?I'd perhaps never know...I do not know why, how and when innocent minds think the way it is...for that matter I never understand why we have wars....I've said that umpteen times in my blog and otherwise....But this kind of killing needs to be stopped!!

May God bless those who've lost anything or anyone over these absolutely baseless issue...May God rest the souls of all deceased for no fault of theirs...May good sense prevail among all who believe killing and terror can solve any issue! Amen!

The bus I missed

This post goes for all those times that someone has missed the bus...like I just did... its a miserable feeling...especially when you're running after it half out of breath half red with embarrassment of onlookers....and it runs past your nose...

Life's like that!!!We miss oppurtunities so many times....time and again.....
The boss comes up with a rocking project ahead of you and you have your granny wanting to spend time with you....The paper you wrote is to be read at a renowned convention and you're all set for a vacation with family....The photoshoot you've been longing for is finally here and you wake up that morning with a swollen cheek.....happened to us all sometime or the other...rite??

I believe its about prioritising one's life...you just have to know what comes first for you...very individualistic though it is....but its as important to know that as it is to know oneself...

I know I'm jabberring gibberish but trust me ,my friend, that is precisely what you do when you miss your bus and are standing on the streets stranded and utterly irritated with yourself!!!