My mouthpiece!

The following events take place between 6AM and 6AM

I wake up early, much much early , courtesy a bad dream and somehow cannot go back to the warmth of my bed. Cursing, I get up from the bed not realizing that this is just the beginning of what would go on to be a not so great day. My grandparents are doing some chores and I sleepwalk to my bag to get my brush and toothpaste. As soon as I put the brush into my mouth, I yell out (atleast I try to) and realize that I have some scrubber gel on it instead of colgate. I curse, throw the brush away and curse again because now I have to go pick it up! A while later my cousin gets up and we are both super excited because we are going shopping. We get ready and eat little for breakfast because we have secret plans to eat all the roadside crap while shopping. As we make our way to the bus stop , a bus just leaves. Not to let our spirits get dampened by this setback, we wait for the next 50 mins in scorching heat (we arent that excited about clothes anymore) for another bus. Its crowded but we decide to board it neverthless because another minute in the bus stop would have drove us both crazy. We reach our destination, shop endlessly, window shop and then shop endlessly again. In the process we realize that we have just about enough cash to reach home. So we cannot have anything to eat. And we are starving. We look at the bags in our hands and suddenly we aren’t that hungry (well, we both were but none of us wanted to take the blame for the spree). We board a bus, reach home and make a dash for the dining room where granma has everything prepared. We eat like people who have come from food-deprived concentration camps and then the reality sets in. We are tired. So we decide to take a nap. Just as my eyelids are about to close, a huge sound scares the daylight out of me. I look out of the window to see a bunch of kids engrossed in firing crackers. Damn it! So we cannot sleep and cannot eat (coz we have just eaten like Homer Simpson) which indirectly means we have a boring day ahead.

Suddenly walks in our cousin with a huge grin on his face. He declares that he will take us for a movie (actually, he had other plans but we got all emotional and abusive ,so he had to give in). We want to see Roadside Romeo but tickets are not available. One of his friends has tagged along and tells us that a theatre nearby is playing Heroes and its a decent watch. So we get all ready to go and watch a nice movie. But as luck would have it, what was playing there was Hero and not Heroes. I haven’t even heard of this movie. It has Nithin (??? who) and Bhavana (????who) in the lead. ‘Mast picture hai’ says some guy at the counter looking at our perplexed faces. ‘Well,how bad could it be ‘, remarks my brother and so we buy the tickets and enter the hall. 10 minutes in and I know this is in the league of ‘Aap mujhe ache lagne lage’. The acting is horrible, the dialogues are borderline pathetic and there is no story. Wow! Thats an achievement. Add to it some crude humor, item songs and girls dressed as urchins (by which I mean minimal clothing). I want to run out but my bro has a logic. However bad a movie might be – you never walk out till the end credits roll. Shoot. So, we are stuck watching this remarkable piece of art and by the end all of us have a headache. None of us says anything on the way back (secretly though I want to kill the director of the movie). We reach home and then suddenly start laughing hysterically. I guess the movie wasn’t that bad after all. It gave us so much to talk about. We tell all our neighbors and relatives that its a great movie and a must-watch.

Finally, we crash and sleep. I wake up early, much much early and look at the watch. Its 6AM.

Ari Gold has a classic quote in Entourage which goes something like ‘This town loves nothing more than a comeback and since Britney blew her’s, there is still chance….’ (a few words have been changed because Ari is an obscenity machine). Unfortunately, this episode must have been shot quite early because Britney is back big time and all the people who cursed her saying she is an irresponisble parent, drug addict, disaster on feet (none of which btw was wrong) are singing her latest tunes. I have always been a Britney fan and am glad she is doing better with her career and life in general. Though, this got me thinking beyond just one person’s comeback. Remember when Sourav made a comeback into Indian cricket and his success was so much ‘more’ phenomenal, Amitabh went through a slump but created history with KBC and everyone started worshipping him once again and the list is pretty long. Its not that people dont celebrate other success stories, its just that when an underdog – someone of whom not many expect great things at that time proves all of us wrong , we actually like it although we were wrong because somewhere deep inside our heart we always root for the underdog.

Do you think the CL final between Milan and Liverpool would have been that dramatic had the latter not been three goals down or the wimby final that exciting had Fed not come down from two sets down to challenge Nadal. I dont think so and I think being an underdog is a privelege. Yes, it can be tough emotionally on you and your family but it gives you such a wonderful opportunity to start afresh without any pressure because people have already written you off. Yet, they want a challenge, a success story worthy of Reader’s Digest and they will cheer for you irrespective of your past accomplishments or failures.

Its so much easier to attack than to defend. Its better to be the challenger than the challenged.

‘Every underdog has his day’

Writing the last post brought back lots of memories from school and made me feel nostalgic about all the ridiculous fights, the not-so-ridiculous fights, the lunch breaks, the teacher bashing, the teacher admiration, the crushes, the hate clubs, the school events etc. Yet one memory that has stayed with me over these years is that of one dance, one unforgettable dance ( ya , I still remember the steps !!) that we performed on uncountable number of times at incomprehensible places.

My partners in crime were my best friends Trisha and Deepika and God only knows how many times we have laughed about it. It all started in 6th standard when we girls were crazy about dancing. For a particular celebration we composed a dance on the song ‘I love my India’ from the movie Pardes and blatantly copied steps from all over tinseltown. Not strangely enough , everyone from our teachers to the Princy liked it a lot and turned it into a huge affair with costumes etc etc. The dance was a hit and we could not stop from walking with our head held high in the corridor. Then we were told to perform the same dance again at another event. After that we performed at a church, in a jail, at a hospital, about half a dozen times in the school as well. This process spanned  3 years and we passed on our legacy in the form of a dance which wasn’t that great to start off with in the first place. I have not heard that song in the past 3 years and today for some strange reason I felt like I wanted to.

I have been to my school a few times since I finished but even today everyone remembers us by that one dance and in a way it makes me really happy because to be remembered even after 6 years is a huge honor. I am dying to re-unite with my friends and perform the dance of our lives one more time.

They were such a rage back in school and I still have my copy back home tucked away in the corner of a shelf just like all my school memories. Sometimes in the process of cleaning up (which happens like twice a day with people like my mum around), I have stumbled upon it and it brings a huge smile on my face. Turning through the pages makes me feel nostalgic and stupid at the same time because some of the things that were written in there are so unrealistic and naive at the same time. That was a time when some of my classmates beleived they could be IPS officers after watching an over the top cop drama, some had even decided on their specialities once they became a doctor, some just wanted to be a good human being and some like me wanted to be rich and famous (ya, thats what I wrote in one such slam book and several others).

Here are a few things that I came across in my slam book and that of my cousin when we were in our respective schools.

Idea of a perfect date :

1. The day I was born ( I aint kidding , someone actually wrote this )

2. To go out with Pawan Kalyan ( a guy wrote this and no no I am not being judgmental)

3. Having dinner on a shore with moonlit sky with soft music playing in the background ( and this guy did not even have the courage to go and tell the girl he liked that he liked her . Also how cliched and yet great!)

Most embrassing moment:

1. The day I was born ( whatever that means )

2. Yet to come ( heehee this one makes me laugh everytime because this gal is so optimistic)

3. Have lost count ( lot of people wrote this)

4. The time when I flunked an exam in 3rd standard – the flunking was not bad but 3rd

standard (one of the most honest admissions)

Favorite outfit:

1. Temple (this poor classmate of my brother thought outfit meant outdoor location lolzzz)

2. Lungi (heehee no comments)

3. School uniform ( isn’t that so true, I miss my school uniform so much tch tch)

4. Decent clothes ( this one takes the cake)

Words about me:

1. You are a good girl ( thats all )

2. All the best for your future ( they wrote this for every one )

3. Never change, stay the same ( how I wish I could have managed to do that)

4. Please change coz you suck (a guy wrote this in my bro’s slam book )

There are so many more but the thought behind those words cannot be conveyed by a post. I miss my school days. Damn slams books !!!

PS1: Finished watching 24 and its an awesome show

PS2: Roger Federer wins his 13th grand slam. Yipeee!

I woke up today thinking that I was going to write a super cool post. I had loads of ideas but not enough ideas to execute them. So I decided to write down about all that came to my mind.

First up I decided to write about some thought provoking issue but I have done that before and I am definitely not interested in portraying myself as the head of the moral police department. Nevertheless, here’s what I came up with

“A few days back I was in a city bus and struggling to juggle my laptop bag, my purse and of course myself. Some people are gifted and can manage to stand through the most wobbly of rides but not me. I belong to that elite group of people who manage to stumble on anything even in a stationary bus.If there was ever a doubt then let me state with supreme confidence that I am probably the biggest klutz on planet Earth. Lots of people saw my struggle but no one even offered to help me. I felt so angry that I could have choke slammed a few of them right then and there but of course I didn’t (couldn’t is the right word)! I realized how unreasonable I was being in expecting something when I myself have never volunteered to help someone with their luggage. On a few occasions I have given up my seat for an elderly person but I can do much more. Instead of chatting away to glory like I do all the time, if we could  just look around in the bus, we would find at least one person who could do with some help. Although there are reserved seats for physically handicapped people and senior citizens, most of the time someone has to yell at a healthy teenager to vacate the seat before they themselves get up and offer the place. I think that we should also urge the driver or conductor to not overload a bus when people do not even have place to stand…………..”

Well, I could have gone on and on but like I mentioned earlier and on the advice of a person named INDIAN who very rightfully commented on my earlier post, I think I will act rather than write. Moving on, my next attempt was to write something funny. I do not really know if I have a sense of humor which is good but I am pretty sure that one cannot have a good sense of humor without intelligence. The other way around doesn’t have to hold true though. So here was my draft :

“Imagine waking up to Justin Timberlake’s voice every morning. Cool huh? . Well thats my alarm tone and inspite of my sincere affection for him and his voice I cannot help but push my phone away and away whenever I hear ‘I am bringing Sexyback.. yeah’  till it falls off the bed with a thud which in turn wakes me up. Not cool at all. In fact the whole process of waking up sucks. The process of picking up the phone from the ground which is like a foot away from you sucks even more. Opening your eyes after a 12 hour sleep is the hardest part. Then you have to rub your eyes in disbelief thinking what happened to the dear night, try and recollect that dream that you had , look into the phone to find out the time and then mouth a few obscenities because one always thinks that they have gotten up much early then they should have. Then the struggle starts. Your heart says go back to sleep while your head says get up. Its like the war between the good and the bad and caught up in the line of fire is your precious sleep….. “

I stopped at this point and started reading what I had written so far. It didn’t really make me laugh. And I laugh a lot. So, I decided that it is better to leave this to people who are good at it. I then thought about writing a short story but my mind seemed to be on a sabbatical and like all of you know your mind has to work for you to be able to write a story. I thought about writing some movie review or some sports event but nothing significant happening over there.

Finally, I decided to do something that I have never attempted on my blog before. Write a poem!!! I am aware that my poetic prowess pales in comparison to someone like Sashidhar, but I am going to give it a shot anyways.

Rain drops falling on the window pane
Sunbeams creeping in through the glass
Cool morning breeze blowing in my face
But i have to go to a class

The birds are chirping in a rythm of their own
There are dew drops on the blades of grass
The fragrance of the wet soil makes me smile
But I have to go to a class

I am not a nature lover nor a great poet
I am just a normal lass
So let me end my poem right here
Coz I have to go to a class

PS: I had lot of fun writing this post and I hope that people who read it will forgive me for the poem.