My first sketch

My first ever sketch! I tried to draw Priety Zinta ..unsuccesful attempt obviously but I may become good if I try. Once I become good at sketches, then I will try paints. But as of now, this was the first time. I am not too happy but then I am not too disappointed either.

No pain, no compliments

Seriously! The pain girls go through to keep themselves prim and proper!! We get our eyebrows threaded and our body hair removed from the roots! We sit for hours with those sticky (and sometimes smelly) masks on. Although the end result is extremely and obviously worth it, but the process is nothing less than a torture. Especially for me, getting my eyebrows done is not less than a punishment. Now, the fact is that there is some nerve which connects our eyebrows and nose. So when the eyebrows get tweezed, I have this irritation in my nose and I sneeze. I am very popular in the parlour I go to because of this embarrassing habit of mine and the lady gives me a tissue even before she makes me sit! Infact, the day when I thankfully dont sneeze much, they are like "arey , aaj cheekein nahin aayee??" Then if you go for those tan removing facials, there are again those irritating face masks, which make you feel that there are thousand little needles being prickled on your face. Getting waxed again is an activity I hope I could give a miss to. I mean although it is not as painful as getting ur eyebrows done, but when that hot wax is applied on your skin, you sincerely wish that you lived in a society where body hair was acceptable!
Yes, I know that all these whatever parlour thingies make you look more elegant, lady like and beautiful, sometimes they become a task ...a task which has to be completed in any which way.
But i guess I should not be complaining. I mean if I have to take the pain , then I also get to take the compliments :)

O Captain! My Captain!

My Favourite poem!! :

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman wrote the poem after Abraham Lincoln's assassination. Repeated metaphorical reference is made to this issue throughout the verse. The "ship" spoken of is intended to represent the United States of America, while its "fearful trip" recalls the troubles of the American Civil War. The titular "Captain" is Lincoln himself.

Socha na tha

Watching love stories with happy ending always make me want to believe in fairy tales. Socha na tha is one such kind of a movie. An imperfectly perfect love story of Viren and Aditi. A rather unnoticed movie, I really really like the concept and story of SNT. I dont know if its just with me or do everyone imagine themselves in the position of the protagonists. There is no fun if there you get everything on a platter in your life. Achieving something after a little bit of trouble gives that extra enjoyment. Aditi and Viren were getting each other on a platter. But they rejected each other for their own reason. Since they did not have anything against each other, they end up becoming friends and soon realizing that actually they are in love with each other. I love the last bit where it says, "sab chahte the ye shadi kar le magar fir bhi , bhaag gaye :)" .I am a little disappointed with Abhay deol since he has shown inclination towards the darker cult genre of cinema. I wish he did some more sweet movies like SNT.
I hope Aisha is a nice movie.

Confessions of a shopholic!

I dont know when did the shopping bug bite me. I remember how I used to hate shopping. Actually I would hate the confusion and the indecisiveness which came attached to it. So much so that I would never ever shop for my own birthday. Also I was never largely fond of getting dressed up while I was in Bhopal. I would go out to buy something only when I badly needed some dress like when I was growing up in height and hence growing out of my clothes. Till Hyderabad I never had two bags. I never thought about buying one. Even in early Delhi years in fact I never had options for foot wears. I would consider buying these things only when the sole piece which I would own would turn into tatters.
I would buy a lot of t-shirts from Hyd so that it would go with the only pair of jeans I owned. So buying T-shirts/tops started from Hyderabad. I remember the first official shopping spree I went on with Deepika. I was really out of clothes and ended up shopping for around 5k at the City Centre.
But I turned into a shopohloic/shopping maniac when I came to Delhi. I dont exactly remember the series of events which made me one. Probably Neha's fetish for dressing up perfectly rubbed off into me. Slowly I started shopping for more and more and more and now I actually enjoy myself when I dress up and buy stuff. Not only dresses but shoes, bags and soon maybe I may foray into accessories :P :P.
I believe you become a professional shopper when You go shopping when you are alone and you go shopping when you are bored and you go shopping when you are with your friends, are enjoying yourself and had shopped just a day ago. In short it is the only thing you can think of as a source of entertainment.
Now I walk in malls in a state of trance, busy looking everywhere, searching for that perfect store , searching for ideas to mix and match. I have gone as a lonely shopper quite a few times now and ended up getting some decent stuff! First I used to rely a lot on people's opinion. I still do. But now I have gained enough confidence to get something good for me without much help.
After every shopping I promise myself that this will be my last one but somehow it is like this chain reaction which never stops. I still actually have a few dresses in my wardrobe which are still intact with their tag on!
I completely identify with Becky Bloomwood !!

Sixth sense in D-173

A normal day over all but two things happened today which urged me to write today's blog. First I was stuck in this hailstorm. What seemed to be a no show when i left office with just 1-2 drops falling over me turned out the most unbelievable hailstorm. Actually come to think of it I guess this was the first hailstorm I ever saw. The street was white. I was in this shared auto full of people and these hailstones were bombarding over our head and hitting us from the sides. I could not really figure out if this was an awesome experience or an awful one.
Anyway the second incident and the rather interesting/funny one is this. We have a small child who works as a household help. He was absent for 2 days and his mother told us he is unwell. But what she told one of my flatmate was that he has been hearing the sound of a trinket (payal) at our flat and he is scared and hence down with fever. Akriti (my flatemate) found this real weird and asked the boy when he came back. The boy not only told her that not only he did hear some noises but also he feels that someone is following him or that someone has just stood in front of him. He probably claims to be a radar for these unnatural forces it seems because he says that the street dogs always follow him generally and dont give him the way to walk. Now this sounded weird yes but more interesting somehow.
I mean probably this child is hallucinating and dogs loving him extraordinarily could just be a subject totally unrelated to being spooky. But even if I give him the benefit doubt and consider that there is actually something or someone roaming around he/she does mean no harm. I am so sure about this fact because I have been living here since the last 2 yrs and I have never ever experienced anything remotely spooky.
While discussing about the same subject in the kitchen,Sonal said that maybe this child is like the child in sixth sense. Now that thought really gave me goose bumps (not literally though) Not because there may be something eerie going around in the place where I live but because I was reminded of the movie.
I thing sixth sense is theee most scariest movie I have seen. The silences which is so chilling and the casual ghosts walking around!! Ooooof!! I get these shivers down my body when I think of the movie.
Anyway .. Sixth sense may be one hell of a ghost watch but I am sure that there is nothing in the place I live.

How are you?

How are you ?? I am "fine" thank you!! How life?? Life is good!! This is what I reply to the two most asked questions. Only the words "fine" and "good" have different connotations. How are you ?? I am "fine" ..hmm ..lets see!! Yes I have a job in IBM so I am fine. But what exactly I do in this job??? I make dashboards!! or pathetic excel sheets. I run scripts which others have made and i have no clue what is written in it! But you see I am fine. On the top of it I work for an Indian client.No onsite!! Wow!!! What do i do then??? I keep looking at other people's albums who have been to all over the world and then crib on my blog. When God created me he easily forgot to give me brains so nothing comes easy. I have to force myself to understand everything. Oh and he did not forget to give me wrong decision making powers!
Nothing ... venting out my frustration here because i know nobody reads it!