Just for you

Dear blog,

I just wanted to write into you. You seem to be becoming my diary.Every night I visit you and think i want write into you. I wouldn't call you a best friend or anything (I have enough of those). Cause I really don't tell you everything, you know. How can I? You are like this open book of sorts, kept on the table, waiting to be read. Ain't you? And then, I ain't that bold and tied by some obligations.

But the best thing about you is that you give me the freedom to write what i want to.
It does'nt have to make any sense at all. I can shout into you, drown you with my sorrows or inject you with my comic /non comic sense or crass creativity or even park my fantasies.

BTW, I have a friend who's got all spirits up because of you, you know. I mean you got her talking. She is unearthing an emotions valley and a philosophy treasure. Another friend might just find his way out of the drudgery of his work life.

I don't know how many just read you, but most who do, love you. They love to read the million perspectives that you reflect. They wish they could contribute to your bounty.

But darn, some companies are even making cheap publicity through you. Does that hurt?

Dude, I just wanted to thank you.
Hope our association has a long way to go.
Or atleast you'd hear me say 'I used to blog, you know'.

Talk to ya later.

Cheers( do you drink?:))
Blogger no 89127323211 ( I hope I mean more than that to you)

Some Schmaltz, JUST.....

Lyrics of a song I quite liked.

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay hereIf I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

28 reasons why I think I am single:)

1. I am a tomboy.
2. I cannot pretend.
3. I go dutch when I go out with guys.
4. I can cycle more than an average boy.
5. I rather not spend time to look pretty.
6. I hate shopping.
7 . I can almost always find my way to any place.
8. I love sports more than clubbing.
9. I can converse on most topics under the sun, or atleast I try to listen and learn.
10. I love red more than pink.
11. I can wear shorts and feel comfortable in them.
12. I have broad shoulders.
13. I never have a problem expressing.
14. I am comfortable with most people. Otherwise I am just quiet.
15. I loved Kill Bill.
16. I want to own a bike.
17. I don't judge people, I just let them be.
18. I love to give suprises.
19. I have sleepy eyes.
20. I don't look pretty when I sleep.I just look sleepy.
21. I love to cook and clean.
22. I used to sport a bandana.
23. I love babies.
24. I can carry my own luggage.
25. I can cycle or walk to your house or mine at 1am.
26. I fast on tuesdays.
27. I can run on the road.
28. I care.

Whatever!

Anatomy I love

Have talked about movies, books, trips.
Whoever writes about a television drama series?
After a tear drop trickled down my cheek at the closing of its tonight episode, I just had to write about it. It, for which I wait for Wednesday 10 pm.
How much can doctors' lives entertain you? And that too when all the movie and serial makers have already sacrileged the subject to death.
This one's about interns.Yeah, that ain't fresh either, neh?
It's about this one woman's narration of her life at the Seattle Hospital ; from intern to resident to whatever.Yawn, eh?
It's as exciting as exciting can get;
Explosive in a patient's body; 2 doctors fighting for 1 donor's heart for their patients; Brain surgery whilst keeping patient "spelling" to keep the grey cells moving , etc.
The truth:: the intern's lives are more enthralling.
Especially because each of the interns are so strikingly different from the other.
Their affairs, their friendships, their failures, their malfunctions, their travails.
and their bold sex lives. My mom even questioned what kind of stuff i have been watching.

Meredith Grey: She's the central character. It's her story.
George: You'll love him for the pansy he is.
Izzy: She's hot.She's blonde.
Christina:Chinese( i think), ambitious and so hard hearted that you wonder why you like her.
Derek: The married resident who treats a brain beautifully like it were his canvas ; but he's messed Meredith's heart.
It's lots more than the above.

Meredith has something to say about some aspect of life in every episode. Something that shakes the muscles of your heart and then sends spikes to your brain.whatever that meant.

I just love this serial. It shakes me up.
Sometimes, the only highlight of my wednesdays.
Grey's anatomy.
P.S:BTW my mom's started to watch it with me:)

To heaven and back: Matheran

Voyageurs: Shal and Poo (best friends)
Day: 3rd June 2007, Sunday .
Transport: Train to Neral; Deadly Taxi to Top; Ansh and Suryaraj (Read most good looking animals on earth, Horses); Feet of Sha and Poo.
Weather: Sunny morning till 1, Cloudy and rainy till end.
Essentials: Deuter bag with its raincoat, Soleful shoes ,with socks of course and Fujifilm.
High POINTs:
1. Horse riding: Ansh was 1 year old while Suryaraj was 3.5. Poo got the oldy.Shal's colloquy of "doing the horse" instead of "riding the horse" turned to be a TAD too funny.BTW Poo was against doing the horses, but eventually did, with elation (haw).
2. Honeymoon Point: No honey; No moon. .Changed my t-shirt there (haw).Spent a heartful 1 hr.Not lesbians;Poo is married.
3. Path to Little point: Among trees, in the jungle, in the rain, into a cloud and Alone (Shal n Poo). Scary. Romantic.Not lesbians;Poo is married.
4. Little Point: Little too much fun. Enjoyed the clouds 1 to 10.Got wet. Had GARAM CHAI with Parle G glucose biscuits. Could it get better?
Hicupps:
Missed the toy train.
The 15 min Stalker
Poo's shoe sole (not soul) came off.
Eveteasers made Sha uneasy.
The train journey back.Ladies compartment. (Wait for next post)
Take aways:
" If you haven't lived my life, don't criticize my choices." - Quote, discovered by Poo and strongly felt by Shal, in the course of the heart pour.
Choco Walnut Fudge.
Sore feet.
Happy Memories.