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Goodbye 2007

It's the end of the year and I'm filled with weird emotions. I don't know whether I'm happy or sad and worst of all, a little bit afraid of what the New Year brings with it- The end of college life, results, my future, to study further or no? All possibly life-changing decisions and I have no idea what to decide or even how to go about deciding.

2007 has been a good idea. I don't remember quite a lot of it but I don't think anything really bad happened. All in all, it was a good year. Some good moments, some bad. Beauty, hope, love and trust and plain old fun. They triumphed over hate, ugliness, distrust and boredom.

And now 2008 is here. A New Year. Time to start afresh. Make new beginnings and approach a new year with new resolve, hope and determination. I have made a few resolutions for the New Year. None unrealistic. None unachievable. I have made a few predictable ones though.

1) I will try to lose more weight. (Come on, that had to be on the list.)

2) Don'…

Back against the Wall

I'm a fairly easy-going person. Very laid back. I don't take offence easily. I don't hold grudges and I generally forgive. I never react and if I'm hurt by something I generally don't let people see it. I live and let live. And I'm the least judgmental person around.

But lately, I've realised that these qualities of mine have led to me getting more and more hurt lately. I keep getting picked on because I don't retaliate. And it's not a recent phenomenon. Its been going on since I was a kid and continues even now. The only thing that has changed is I don't take it lying down anymore. I'm more quick to anger and demand apologies immediately like I said here.

Take yesterday for instance. I was out for a family party. All my cousins, aunts, uncles, extended family were all there. The computer was on and I thought I would just go on and see what was happening in the online world. I was barely on for five minutes when an aunt of mine came in and sai…

Things to do before I die

1) Go back-packing through Europe

2) Vist all the Seven Wonders of the World- Ancient, Medevial, Natural, Underwater, Forgotten, Modern, Forgotten Natural, Forgotten Modern, Forgotten Medevial. ( I found this website where they have a listing of all these. How many are still standing I don't really know. Anyway for those of you who are interested, this is the link

3) Watch a football match preferably a Champions League night at Anfield wearing Liverpool colours and El Clasico between Barcelona and Real Madrid.

4) Watch an NBA game- The All-Star one

5) Visit a concentration camps in Germany like Auschwitz

6) Be in Germany for Oktoberfest

7) Go on the plane trip which lets you see the curve of the earth. (I saw this on Discovery. Some place in Russia apparently

8) Visit Rio Di Janeiro at Carnival time.

9) Walk down the Champ-Elysees in Paris

10) Buy Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik shoes, a Louis Vuitton bag and a Chanel dress

11) Trek up Mount Everest

12) Participate in a game of Paintball

13) Be …

Eat, Drink and Be Slurry

It's been a jolly good Christmas season this year and I have totally enjoyed myself in every way possible.

The 24th was quite okay. Great in fact but nothing compared to the 25th. What an amazing amazing night I've had and one that will go down as my best Christmases ever!

It was at the Taj Lands End in Bandra. The dress code was strictly formal and I love that. I love seeing guys in suits. In fact for me, there's nothing hotter than a guy in a well cut suit. But I'm digressing.

They had a band that was playing lovely jive and waltz music. I heart bands. I'm definitely having one when I get married. Ten Thirty deadline be damned. Even if they get to play for only 2 hours, Play they will!!!

But the best part of the night was the alcohol. It just flowed and I got totally soaked.

Margheritas-Kiwi, Litchi, Strawberry
Blue Lagoons

And after imbibing much alcohol, I tried to be all James Bond-ish and asked the bartender for a Martini- shaken not stirred. I …

Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen

I've just been lazing around today reading blogs non-stop. One of which is The Compulsive Confessor and the other is the MadMomma.

And after reading them I feel woefully inadequate. They write so so beautifully in ways that I can only dream about and make me question what ever made me think I could be a writer or a journalist. Im imaging myself as so terrible no newspaper or magazine will ever hire me and I will have to work at a Call Centre. A fate worse than death. For Me at least.

But other than that, I'm jealous of the wonderful lives they seem to lead. There's so much happening and mine seems to be so totally mundane and dull in comparison. They meet so many interesting people, do so many interesting things. Even the most ordinary things in their lives are so much better than mine. With so much flair and fun and joy!!

I'm aware that is a whiny, self-absorbed post but the diet is making me kinda cranky. But don't feel too sorry for me, dear, gentle reader, tomorr…


I've decided to go on a diet and I've already hit the cravings phase.

And for the entire two days that I've been on it, I've stuck to it faithfully. And now I feel I absolutely need to eat something on my list or I will die.

I live on melodrama.

And what I'm longing for are :-

1) Potato Wedges and French Fries with extra mayonnaise on the side from McDonalds. (Theirs is the only mayonnaise I like. Anybody else know where I can get some?)

2) A large Mutton with Cheese burger from Bembos

3) Spicy Goan Sausages with plenty of freshly baked 'pav'.

4) Mutton Biryani from my friend Sarah's house.

5) Kheema Pav from Khayani near St Xavier's College.

6) Bheja Masala from Paramount restaraunt in Mahim.

7) Seekh Kebabs from the lane leading to the Mahim dargah

8) Maggi noodles with Cheese. (The only dish I cook)

9) Tandoori chicken from Bandra station

10) Mashed Potatoes and Fish from Molly Malone's Irish Pub

11) Chicken Schezwan Noodles 'Anda Marke' from my c…

Benazir Assasinated

I am in complete shock right now. Benazir Bhutto assasinated.

And I can only imagine the situation in Pakistan right now. Their country has lost a leader. Now they have no sense of direction pollitcally too. Even a postponed elections will have lost its slight sense of legitimacy with Ms Bhutto dead and Nawaz Sharif having backed out.

The Americans have lost their trump card in Benazir Bhutto and they will now look to Nawaz Sharif. A new playing ground for the elections with new rules will have to be laid down. Whether 'level' or not remains to be seen.

Pakistan is now in a state of chaos. The attack took place in Rawalpindi which is a garrison town and brings in the possibility of Army involvement. The People's Party of Pakistan and other independent organisations blame the Army.

Musharaff in the two hours since the attack has been involved in a high-level meeting in Islamabad. A state of high-alert has been declared in Pakistan and the Indian government has stepped up securi…

Merry Christmas

Christmas is coming and I somehow am really not excited about it which is contrary to the way I usually feel. Normally, I'm all excited, jumping around, stuffing myself to the gills with sweets and just generally being all christmassy. I even run around wearing red, green and white.

And somehow I'm very very sad about this. I was more excited about Diwali which technically isn't even my festival. I wonder what to do. Even my christmas plans don't have me cheering up. It's all the stress I'm dealing with I guess. And it comes from the people I least expect it to- FAMILY!!

Here's hoping for a much happier New Year.

Anyway, a very Merry Christmas to all my wonderful readers out there and may you have an absolutely amazing New Year ahead.

Eighteen Days From Today..

Is Christmas Eve! And I'm never going to get ready in time. But the worse is yet to come. My mum will soon embark on her annual spring cleaning spree which takes place just before Christmas and drives us all insane. But at the end of the day, seeing the house sparkling clean gives me a deep sense of satisfaction. As does putting up the tree and decorating the house, which unfortunately we will not be doing this year as we are officially in mourning.

And that's something I'm really going to miss. I love climbing up to the loft and digging through boxes and unearthing the ornaments-some of which are really old and all of which have little stories about them.

And everybody collects things for Christmas which is something I've just stumbled upon. I collect little ornaments and I almost want to weep when one of them breaks. A friend of mine collects snow globes. She has around 34 of them and normally places them all around the house and I love walking all around her house sha…

Deck the Halls

I love Christmas songs.

Love them. Love them very much.

I start feeling Christmasy as soon as I hear one- even if I hear it in July. And I love them all. Religious, traditional, modern, instrumental, pop, comedy.

The Twelve Days of Christmas

Let It Snow

The Little Drummer Boy

Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart

The First Noel


Silent Night

O Come All Ye Faithful

Jolly Old Santa Claus

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

Joy to the World

Santa Claus is coming to town

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Jingle Bells

Deck the Halls

Frosty the Snowman

Grandma got run over by a Reindeer

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

You name them and I love it.

I also love to sing them. Not that I can sing very well but I try.

P.S: The colours of this blog are a tribute to my favourite month of the year.

Cops and Robbers

I'm a believer. I believe that the government does the best job it can. That the police is one of the best in the world.

But now I've had a rude awakening from that idealistic world I live. Why? Well....

I was at a barbecue party yesterday. A party where the focus was on conversation over some amazing chicken, low music, good company, alcohol and a hookah. And we were having a good time until the police butted in.

And then things began to fall apart. They were two of them and we invited them in to look around. A guy there had a permit and it was fine. But however, most of us there were underage, yours truly included, so we had to pay them off and 300 rupees it was. All in all, we didn't feel it was that bad a sum so we let it go.

The music was shut off, the alcohol ditched. We just lounged around then, talking and smoking the hookah.

And it happened again.

At 5:30 a.m, and this time we were hopping mad. They walked in us, stealthily opening the gate and marching into what was cl…