Random Shits

OK I have been craving to write something for quite some time now but as usual my procrastinating habit got better of me. Nowadays I'm all excited about booking my tickets for my hometown for Pujo, which is in October this year. My head is full of plans that I have to under take before I board the flight. Still over a month is left now for that. But that is the only thing keeping me sane nowadays. Neways in office things are going in it's usual pace. The worst part is, previously I use to sit in this big conference room with a lovely view of Gurgaon skyscraper, from that heaven we have landed on 8th floor now, among all the CFO and VPs. The worst part is, my Facebooking has taken a dip and my old status makes me cringe. The other day I went to Sarojini Nagar market after a really long time with my childhood friend and I brought all the damn shits. I got my self a tiny winy dress, which turned out to be a romper and its so tiny that it's barely covering my derriere. Hubby dearest saw me trying it out and his incessant laughter didnt do a bit good for my fragile ego. I spent a bomb on nuthing. Apart from that got my self a nice hot pink colored stalkings. The color is realy cool but I dont have anything to go with it. So the stalkings is lyiing in my wardrobe waiting to be inaugurated. In the end it started to rain heavily and somehow I managed reach home on time. It was such a pathetic day and I didnt enjoyed a bit that day, later I was wondering a nice & simple meal in some corner would have been a better idea. I simply wasted my time and more importantly money in a months where I was already broke since the day one. I have given the title of this post as "Random Shits" I have taken it from a friends status, I realy liked the thought behind it coz it suits my situation aptly.

PS: I've taken the name of my post from Amit Dayals status, hope he doesn't sue me. (Wink)

Back to square one.......!!

After a long hiatus and some how from a writers block phase I'm back, I don't know why I don't write often, as I surely want to develop a niche in writing and I also want to read more books. But often I've seen I don't make an effort to do so. The other day I went to IHC (Indian Habitat Center) with hubby dearest to attend 150 years celebration of Penguin Books, there I saw a hell of a lot of known faces including Willaim Dalrymple & Sam Miller, I was simply awe struck. I vowed to my self I'll give myself such treats often but some how it never work that way. I bought 'City of Djiins' by Mr Dalrymple (he was simply amazing he autographed the book as well), sitting there in the amphitheater of IHC among the elite crowed of Delhi made me realise, it's about time I start taking matters in my own hand. If you enjoy certain things you simply can't let it remain in your dreams without working towards it. I simply don't want a life full of regrets, I want to stretch my limits, I want to see how far I can reach. After having my share of beer and an enchanting sufi numbers by Nizami brothers that evening I told hubby dearest that 'I'll finish "City of Djinns" in a week & buy another book immediately' and so forth, as I wan't to take things seriously and want to improve my reading habits all along he was nodding his head vehemently. It has been two weeks since than and I m still stuck in page 33 of the book. Hubby sometimes checks the book mark on the novel and never waste a moment to remind me "good going baby". How I wish I could prove him wrong soon, how I wish I could stop cribbing over the trivialities of life. How I wish I could practice what I so love to preach.

Devil may care...!

I am stuck in bed nowadays courtesy my knee who couldn't handle a small scratch, resulting in my confinement to bed with my knee bandaged. Hubby dearest is having a gala time teasing me about my limp. Neways but that gave me a chance to be idle tusser all over again , & I am busy browsing anything I can lay my hands on be it books, films, net, TV. But the reason for my being here is that I again saw "As Good as it Gets" & I've fallen in love all over again with it. What I am wondering about is how one rate a movie. Some times it's the director who takes the credit , some times the story, it could be anything. But my reason for liking this one is Mr Nicholson, I absolutely adore the man and probably for all the wrong reasons. I like him for his leering sarcasm, his cynical laughter, his most uncanny sense of humor, his habit of mouthing most unconventionally rude and obscene dialogue with elan. How many of us can repeatedly offend someone & still be liked by all. That man sparkles talking vulgar & to me that makes him even more devilishly cuddly. My reason for liking Melvin Udall is Jack Nicholson not his OCD. My reason for liking "As Good As It Gets" is Mr Nicholson uncanny way of talking and what inputs he add to the character.

Hubby dearest acted strange the other day...yes.. yes..yes ..I made it to hard rock cafe to a pay a tribute to MJ..& very uncharcteristically hubby dearest took me there with out a fuss..to top it all he was asking all the rite questions about MJ( unexpected interest realy made me glow) I m in absolute bliss.....!

Happy B'day Micheal

It's MJs bday this Saturday & there are many concerts happening across Delhi to pay tribute to the King of Pop. I for that matter is already cajoling hubby dearest for it, knowing he is not really a fan of Micheal (that's appalling I know) & crowded place for that matter but WTF I want to make it there this time. Seems like I need divine intervention!

“Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names”

Every bong family gives too much importance to pet names and bongs have a knack of giving the most weirdest of name, I'll through in few examples like Bappa, Mimi, Puchu, Buchi, Budo, Putla, Badla etc (mind you, I've picked up these names from my family, they all are very close to me). I believe bongs get some kind of perverse pleasure by calling someone with meaningless aadoorer nam (ie out of love). I never liked my pet name, that's one reason of why I loved Namesake, so much, I could relate to Gogol. My friends use to bully me by calling it in a different way, luckily in those days they never got better of me as I was a smart ass (lets just tell the truth). I always use to outdo them with my wit in those days but that doesn't mean that I've not resented the fact, that, my parents could have named me better. I could never understand the point as to why have a pet name in the first place, that too so weird, you'll have to think twice before saying it. Even pets in bong family have pet names. Wesley (my little poddle) has seven different names (and he responds to each one of them).


As I've moved base to this new city I've become very possessive about all the things that I've left behind, all the memories, all the experiences & yes my silly Pet Name too. Here nobody  knows that I've a pet name, everyone calls me Mousume. Its strange to start again  and showcase what you are to new people you meet, they don't know me how I've grown or what I've been, how crazy, how naughty nothing. It's like coming a full circle and realizing how much things have changed, how much you have changed but still remain the same. My pet name has become a persistent remnant of my childhood, a remainder that I am not the same to all the people. My name reminds me of the time I'd been scolded, badgered, appreciated, adored, loved and of the many memories I hold close to my heart. There are somethings in life that should be cherished because they've always been there. My pet name reminds me of a time when life has not been so serious, they matter to me because they are a part of my growing years, a time I will never forget, and that's more than enough for me!

P.S.: BTW my pet name is BUTU.

Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese.

Finaly the exams got over today..with friends I went to this huge mall to ve lunch..their were loads of options..starting from Italian..Chinese..Punjabi (well dats not n option ..dats a staple)..Lebanese..I can go on n on about it..den in the corner I saw this court..called Yatra..they were serving unlimited thalis....(my tongue was literaly wagging)..my mind made a trip to down memory lane..when I was in Bhopal ..v use to go to this place serving unlimited thalis..in those days my partner in crime was too of my closest frd..as v never had deep pockets..v always use to divide out thalis in a way that ..two of us will take cheaper thalis wit lesser options n one will take costly thali wit more options..n as the food were unlimited ..v use to enjoy the same meals in lesser price..(money management as v call it now in MBA)...now things have changed money is not a factor nowadays..frds r not as important as they use to b..I cannot imagine myself doing the same....they r remnants of the past..when life was not sooooooo serious ..n so formal...n the process of having a fullfleged thali at 2 o'clock seems tough n high on calorie.(when did weight ever came in between food n me)...It did just today ..and in the end I had a boring Low Cal Burger...talk abt gettin old.