Gentle Whispers

This tag has been languishing in my drafts for more than a year now and I've finally been able to complete it and put it out here. Yay me! P.S This tag comes to me by the way of Moo . Opening Credits : Dear Prudence - The Beatles Waking up: I'm alive - Celine Dion Average Day : The Beauty of Grey - Live First Date : Good Vibrations - Beach Boys Falling in love : The way you make me feel - Michael Jackson/ Beautiful in my eyes - Joshua Kadison Love scene : Take my breath away - Berlin Fight scene : Highway to the Danger Zone- Kenny Loggins Breaking Up : You've lost that loving feeling - Righteous Brothers/ Hit the road Jack - Ray Charles Getting back together : Heaven - Bryan Adams Secret Love : Follow me - Uncle Kracker Life's okay : Fields of Gold - Sting Mental Breakdown : Freefallin - Tom Petty Driving : Wild Thing - Jimi Hendrix Learning a lesson : Both sides now - Joni Mitchell Deep thought : Blowing in the wind - Bob Dylan Flashback : Time of your life - Greenda...

'If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with' Michael Jackson The King of Pop is no more. My day began with the news of his death via sms and I jumped out of bed to watch the news and see if it was really true. All that I felt for Michael when he was ridiculed the world over was pity. Pity that such a great star was reduced to this. To being called Wacko Jacko and a pedophile. So much so that he left the US to settle in Bahrain. How can you feel hatred towards someone who never wants to grow up. Who spoke of incessant rehearsals, whippings and name-calling as a child. Who cried from loneliness and vomited every time he saw his father. Who was made to perform from the age of five. One night while he was asleep, his father climbed into his room through the bedroom window. Wearing a fright mask, he entered the room screaming and shouting, wanting to teach his children not to lea...

One of my biggest fears about India is how intolerant as people we are becoming. We refuse to accept contrary viewpoints. their opinions and their right to choose, another person's right to do as they wish and their freedom to say what they want and dress as it pleases them. I came across this article from Lost on the street and I can't even begin explaining how ridiculous I find the whole article. And as a journalist having written that article, someone I'd expect to be mature and objective, it comes as even more of a shock. How much further is this from accusing Muslims of cheering for Pakistan during a match and bursting crackers when Pakistan wins? What if Pakistan played better and deserved to win? What if Pakistan had the better team? What if I like the Pakistani style of play much better than the Indian one? Take the 2007 T20 World Cup for instance, if Pakistan had won, I for one would have stood up and applauded because they played well and deserved to win. And i...

I was tagged for this by the Mad Momma approximately eight months and my lazy-ass ways have gotten around to me doing it only now. Yes, I know I suck. Gracefully ignoring all the snickering, I shall get to the purpose of the tag. A lot of people I know love the monsoon. They love the rain and the smell of the earth after the first rain. They love the idea of hot pakoras and a steaming cup of tea watching the rain lash against the windows and lightening light up the sky. For me, on the other hand, the monsoon has never been one of my favourites. Sure, I love the smell of the earth and the hot pakoras minus the tea. Long walks in the rain. But there's so much about the monsoon that I dislike. The dirt that's everywhere. In the trains, in the buses. The flies, the dirty rivulets of water. But what is perhaps my major gripe with the monsoon is how depressed it makes me feel. Nothing gets me down as much as looking out of the window and seeing a darkened sky, rain pouring down, ...

where angels fear to tread... I've heard that proverb about a hundred times and it failed to sink in. Until recently that is. A friend of mine has been dating somebody for quite a while now and while we haven't had much of an interaction, I've always thought of her boyfriend and me getting on qite well with quite a few things in common. I don't think so anymore. Especially not after a recent night, when his first words on seeing me there blatantly made me feel like an outsider. He completely ignored me. Replied to my attempts at conversation with one word answers and just generally excluding me out of everything. And I am upset. More than most people think. I love my friend very much and she's one of my favourite people in the world. But a boyfriend who behaves this way always throws a spanner in the works. We'll see how it goes.

Have you ever wanted anything so much that it's been all you could ever think about? As much as you try to force it out of your mind, it keeps popping back up and preying on you at the oddest of moments. During a random conversation, while reading a book or traveling. You keep imagining about how beyond amazing it would be, if it actually happened, while conveniently blocking out the idea of failure. That's what I've been going through for the past couple of weeks. I've been anxious, nervous and a touch desperate. Praying and hoping and crossing my fingers and making promises to God. And it's been a while since I've been able to think about anything else. I've been in living in limbo lately. Just floating through life, waiting to know what will happen. What really scares me however is that I want this so much and I keep imagining it happening and I'm afraid I might jinx it. That it will never happen to me. And that of all the people it could happen, why ...

I'm doing a tag after a while, courtesy of Moo and now since you obviously don't know enough about me already, I'm going to enlighten you some more. 1) When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Are those lines under my eyes? 2)How much cash do you have in your wallet right now? Approximately 100 bucks, I just withdraw money as and when I need it. 3) What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? Sore, More, Lore, Fore, Core, Roar, Tore, Pore, Gore, Whore, Wore, Yore, Bore (Does anyone see the point of this question?) 4) Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Some telemarketer convincing me to subscribe for their DVD rental service. As if! 5) What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? Time of your Life by Greenday 6)What are you wearing right now? A spiffy white kurta and jeans (I'm at work *Ssshhh*) 7)Do you label yourself? Course, and I'm extremely expensive too. 8) Name the brand of the shoes you...