Skip to main content


Over the last two days, I've slept for a grand total of 7 hours and therefore, I am now finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on the mountain of files piled on my desk and screaming to be dealt with. Instead, I am overwhelmed by the urge to blog, but what about, I wasn't too sure, my writing muse having last been seen cackling madly and disappearing away into the sunset.

When in such dire straits, what else is there to do but take up one of the millions of tags floating around the Internet. So without much further ado, here we go:

1. What have you realized recently?
That I am not the model of perfection I always thought I was and some changes might be in order. 

2. Have you given your first kiss away?
I'm not one to kiss and tell. Well, not on public forums anyway. 

3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 5 blog buddies you would take?

4. Where is the place you want to go the most?
London once again

5. If you have one dream to come true, what would it be?
That I could make a trip around the world, going first class everywhere.

6. Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?
Of course, and the pot of gold at the end of it

7. What are you afraid of losing the most now?
My sense of humour

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
Pay off the home loan I've taken and travel around the world...

9.If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
I'd probably run away and hide

10. List out 3 good points about the person who tagged you
Ummm... I'd like to list out three good points about myself, but that might count as bragging. 

11.What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
Quick wit, an ability to laugh at themselves and a love for football

12. What type of people do you hate the most?
People who take themselves too seriously

13. What is the one thing you can’t live without?

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
I'd like to say I have no faults, but then I'd be called Cleopatra, Queen of Denial. I don't mind my faults being pointed out, it's the harping on about it that I wouldn't enjoy

15. this Q has been stolen 

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?
I'm not a shopaholic. What I am is a compulsive spender.

17.Find a word to describe the person who tagged you
Awesome, Amazing, Fantabulous! 

18.If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?
My sarcasm

19. What’s the last shocking thing you’ve seen or heard?
I'd love to reveal, but alas, they're not my scandals to share

20. Would you rather have love but no money or money but no love?
Both. I'd like to have both. Who says you can't have it all. 


Anonymous said…
"My writing muse having last been seen..." My dear, you are *the* muse :)

Popular posts from this blog

Remembering Avanti

Day before yesterday, on the 8th of November 2008, Avanti Desai would have turned 21. Instead 15 days before her birthday, as she hurried home to celebrate her grandmother's birthday, Avanti met with a train accident at Jogeshwari station.

Just like that. Gone from our lives forever. Leaving behind a huge void and the world a lot more gloomier.

And when I got the call first thing in the morning, I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a cruel sadistic joke, but as the calls kept coming in, I realised it was true. Even at the cemetary,, it still hadn't sunk in that Avanti was no longer here. The worst moment though was watching her disappear into the crematorium, it was horrible and I couldn't believe we were leaving her there, and through the next couple of hours all I could think of was of her going up in smoke while we stood there in the bright sunshine.

It seemed incomprehensible at first, to think of Avanti as dead, to talk about her in the past tense, to get used…

Wanderlust Part Deux

I came across this in a Danielle Steele book. Who said you can't get anything good out of those books? One of my favourite poems and one I read virtually every time I get the urge to travel.

Wander, wander,
the urge to roam,
to dance,
to fly,
to be,
the search for
the need to see
to go
to find
to search
to do,
my thirsts
so easily quenched
so close to home
and yours so grand,
so elegant,
so marvelous,
climbing mountaintops
and elephants
and tiger hunts
and dancing bears
and far off stars
and trips to mars
and all of it
so wild,
so vast,
so free,
as you go wander,
and then the best
part of all
when, satisfied,
and happy now,
you wander
to me.

The Roaring Twenties

So here I am on the eve of my 30th birthday, my very last day of being 29, just about 4 hours left of being a twenty-something.

A couple of years ago, I remember snidely chuckling away to myself, when a favourite blogger of mine turned 30, believing that it was so far away, it could never touch me. I'm regretting that now.

And to be honest, I thought I would be okay, I really honestly truly believed that I would be greeting this new decade with a casual insouciance and indifference that would normally be characteristic for me, but I'm not. I'm terrified of how quickly my twenties have zoomed by and how little I've accomplished and perhaps that is what is upsetting me.

On the cusp of another decade on this planet, well, I feel like a bit of a failure. No, scratch that, I feel majorly like a failure. I'm drowning in self-pity and anguish at wasted opportunities, at thrown-away chances, at my inherent laziness and procrastination, at my never-ending ability to put of…