tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661748052928839902024-03-06T10:29:10.742+05:30Words As A Form Of Life!!Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-51336478048806775842016-04-13T04:22:00.001+05:302016-04-13T04:32:43.967+05:30The Sangeet!! The theory behind the madness!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I remember being about 18, attending my first Sangeet function of a relatives' wedding festivities. Now, it was the first time that I felt that Marriage is totally worth it. For that one event. Maybe it was shallow or flaky or plain stupid for me to think that, but at that time, I certainly thought so. </div>
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<strike>That marriage however, didn't work out, but people around me still spoke of the Sangeet, or their experience of that event. </strike></div>
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Then, my first sangeet happened where I was asked to be a part of. A major part. It was of a very dear friend, someone I grew up with. So, together with all other close friends, we came up with a story line, list of songs and then practiced the dances and then - it happened. Oh! What fun! </div>
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It was then that I felt like it was something I loved to do; A passion for something. I have always felt that I'm not passionate about anything in life; but suddenly - lo and behold! there it was. Now, how many sangeets can I imagine being a part of? It was not some event that everyone necessarily had as a part of their wedding festivities, Also, since this event is mainly meant for close family and friends only, how many can I possibly be a part of? Now this logical thinking enforced in me by daddy dearest, made me refuse to consider this as my sole profession. [How I wish I could be <i><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">Deepika Mallar, Sangeet Specialist</b></i>] </div>
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Then came the few I was actually majorly involved in - cousins and close friends, and every single time I loved it. So much so that, I had decided, if ever, I decide to get married, I'll have a Sangeet ceremony and then get married in court :) Well, I realised since prepping for my actual marriage, that, there are less than 4% chances of you able to do the things YOU want to do to actually happen at your wedding. And with that 4% you need to be very happy! :) :)</div>
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It had to be special and spectacular, right? For me, it was. I wanted everyone present to feel the way I felt when I attended my first Sangeet. The same magic. I wanted people to be involved, I wanted people to express themselves and I wanted there to be lots and lots of dance. [I LOVE DANCE]</div>
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The prep had started in my head since the 18 year old me had seen the first sangeet; more concrete preparations began with venue and decor. Now, in my workplace, I had been a part of the Events team for over two years and I knew what is necessary raw material for a good event. Now the difference between a corporate event and your wedding is, that the funding doesn't come from a Parent company sitting in Palo Alto in dollars, but from a loving dad, who seldom charges not more than Rs. 80 per patient [perks, or not, of being a doctor's kid]; The decor was however, beautifully done in a nice Rajasthani theme by my event vendor.</div>
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First: The Entertainment!</div>
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The songs, the story line. I wanted to involve everyone in the party into the sangeet. Being a bollywood junkie that I am, I felt that most people, would be interested in how our love story began, and how through its ups and downs did we manage to end a 10 year long association to culminate in marriage. So, that's what I did. Funnily and fortunately for me, our love story of sorts had a lot of drama. The highs, the lows, the beginnings, the interim ends, the travels and the joys. So, I picked my songs for every milestone and discussed and deliberated till we came to a common consensus. </div>
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Now, since the husband and his family lived in Delhi, and me and my folks lived in Bangalore, we knew that we cannot have all our close people dance together. So, we had to assign songs to him and me. The other thing was, not everyone dancing had a clue about the story line. So, it was difficult explaining to a relative or friend about why, if it is for a Sangeet, did he or she still have to dance for a sad song. Details of the story in the next post!!</div>
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Second: The Game</div>
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Another major chunk, that was a part of my Sangeet was the game. Not everyone is interested in gossip and there were also some people who were a major part of our lives that they knew too many details to be interested in a song and dance description of our love life, right? So, I thought, to involve people further lets play Tambola [or Housie]. OK, tambola at a sangeet? what is wrong with you? :P. The speciality of this Tambola was, that, the tickets on which we cross off a number actually contained random bollywood songs. And the songs were to be crossed off when that aspect of the storyline hit the stage. Awesome, no??? :D</div>
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The issue with this was, in making the tickets. Which was a time consuming process. To my dismay, there were lot of song changes till the last day! Now, to be able to get the tickets printed and delivered has been a huge another issue. I literally sat all through the night before, to prepare the tickets and email them to the vendor.</div>
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Now since, the same songs were going to be used for two specific purposes, I had two of the world's best MCs!! I couldn't have asked the universe for anything else, because they were the best! MC#1 a dear dear friend, who would go in before the song and explain the situation or give hints of what the next performance was going to be and MC#2 my loving mamaji, who was the Musical Tambola expert and came in after the song to talk about it, involve people in similar songs and make sure people have crossed the said song on the ticket if they had it in theirs. </div>
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I think, one of the best parts of that night had to be, the delay in the tickets arriving at the venue. I was obviously and furiously running helter skelter from pillar to post in tension. I had sooooooooooooooo many people requesting me to calm down; half of them reminding me, that this is not a office event and I need to chill, and the remaining half reminding me, that this is in fact MY wedding function, and I need to at least pretend to behave like a bride, even if I didn't want to. </div>
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So, since I was restless and crazy, and was worried that crowd might get restless too, my Mama, genius that he is, started the program with a small and effective interactive song singing session that everyone loved. Lots of people came up to me, after the event, or even many days later saying, it was a brilliant way to start the program. I can't thank him enough for the brilliant work he did then.</div>
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The details of the song and the dances and the rest of the evening, will be my next post. I don't want the magic and happiness of the dance and story to be lost in this long theory post. SO, the next one will have practicals. :P</div>
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Big shout outs to everyone involved. Specifics will be mentioned next post. </div>
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Below are some photos of the fun n frolic at the photo booth and of Vishnu Mam's spontaneous start of the show! Enjoy!!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Navs, Ramdas, Pru, Pooj and Suhas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The great Vishnu Mam and Rekh Mai</td></tr>
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Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-82453711360144168102016-04-07T17:04:00.001+05:302016-04-07T17:04:47.205+05:30When Life is Just another Round of Musical Chairs!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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** Note: Below is one of the posts which I had typed around 6/7 months ago but hadn't posted. So here goes! Start Music!! **</div>
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When you contemplate writing for a little less than two years, but you don't; and then you start typing, it feels really weird. Now that we have that out, maybe I can begin. :)</div>
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Hello hello hello! Welcome back [to me]! :)</div>
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What goes around, does come around. I think I wrote about it three posts ago, but since its been years since then - its still so true right? I came back to the same topic now didn't I?</div>
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I've been thinking about this since Mr. Abdul Kalam Sirs death. How fortunate are those, they said, who die when they are doing something they love. How many of us get to die when we are dancing., singing, reading, watching movies, sleeping or doing what we love doing? Not many, right? And those who do, we consider them lucky / blessed? I believed so too... But then, that's because how many of us actually do a lot of things that we love to do? We have modelled our life to be monotonous doing things we are supposed to be doing instead of doing things we love!</div>
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So the trick really is to keep on doing what you love, as much and as often as you can. This works out great because, as we know practice makes one better and we all know about the 10,000 hour rule don't we? (Refer Outliers the book). We humans are so strange; when life is haphazard we need a routine and when there is a routine, we crave for variety; we need drama. </div>
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When we were kids, and were asked over and over about what do we want to do when we grow up, why weren't we asked who we wanted to be? How many of us have figured out what we want to do, for the rest of our lives? And have we figured out who we want to be? chances of us knowing who we don't want to be are higher than us actually figuring out who we DO want to be! I apologise for generalising; maybe people have that figured and I haven't yet! </div>
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I've discussed in some old blogpost ( I'm typing on my phone and hence unable to link said post now) about how I set goals and don't really complete them. It has lead me to confer that maybe I'm not in control of my life, my feelings etc. Is it really just laziness or is there something bigger in picture? I don't think I'm that lazy or that big a procrastinator that I cant complete personal projects. Because when I was at work or doing things for others I tend to complete everything required on time or before time and I work bloody hard at it. So if I can do it at work why can't I do the same for myself? </div>
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Don't I love what I'm doing? Do I know what I love? What is scaring me the most is that I'm losing my creativity. The one thing that I could pride myself of, and if I don't have that anymore then what am I? Who am I? I hope it is just like the writers block I've had, and overcome it over a period of time. But that hasn't stopped it from making me crazy. </div>
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That's why I think life is like playing musical chairs; we never know when the music will stop and what seat we'll get to sit on; is it the right seat? Is it the seat we wanted or the seat we needed? And who is in charge of music?? 😍☺️😍☺️</div>
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Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-8140915590962090562016-03-31T15:18:00.001+05:302016-03-31T15:18:19.272+05:30Stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You know its a blessing that you cannot see my blogger dashboard. The number of half written posts that are lying there waiting to be completed; I always feel sorry for them, but I, like them, am surviving on hope. Hope that a day will come when they can be seen by the world and accepted for who they are. </div>
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Now that I am done with movies, the next object that is crowded in my memory [ of physical hard disks, of course ] are the pictures. Anyone and everyone who knows me probably also knows that I have liked to click and collect memories from a long long time. So much so that I have back ups of most of my pictures in almost all my hard disks. Which has now cumulatively added up to be more than 1 TB of data!! I think [or rather assume] that once the duplicates are eliminated the total size should reduce by at-least 500 - 600 GB. </div>
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I have no idea if any of you will be able to relate to me doing this mundane yet extremely necessary activity. But I do recon that it will be time consuming and exhausting. So, to make my job a little interesting I cleverly decided to give me more work. But this work I think I'm going to love.</div>
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I'm going to post stories along with pictures to try and relive the good, the bad or whatever I've captured or whatever I've stored with me. The plan is to store the pictures chronologically, but the posts might not be chronological in nature. I want to relive some moments, or put my memories out there to share with this huge void of the internet and maybe feel joy n loved. </div>
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I'm rather excited about this [for now] and I'm praying I stay this way for a loooong time. [And hence the necessity of publishing this post - some sort of a written contractual agreement]</div>
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Thats it! Now that this is getting published I have no choice but to go ahead and do it!</div>
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Wish me luck, and if you don't see progress - prod and torture me till they are out! :) :P</div>
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Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-87713514302584323882013-11-10T03:37:00.001+05:302013-11-10T03:37:34.144+05:30Write & Wrong!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One day, in a very serious, brain-nerving conversation, which I was having with an uncle of mine, out of the blue, he asked, what if I were to die - at that very instant.<br />
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I was taken aback, looked at him and asked, why such a question was even asked. He said, he'd explain once I answer. [me, being me, was just buying time thinking of an answer] I said, I don't know how it would be if I died at this very instant, because once I'm dead, I'd cease to exist - nevertheless, I wish I had done x, y and z before I died.<br />
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I try to stay that way, with every moment is a bonus - what I didn't realize will happen, was, that I'll be always ready to die. And that is not a good thought to constantly have.<br />
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Similarly, the song - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZ2pzeQpdMg" target="_blank">Saibo from Shor in the city</a> - I loved it so much, it felt so peaceful every time I heard it, that, in a conversation with some friend, I happened to mention - " I'd happily die listening to this song "<br />
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Suddenly, I feel like Meredith Grey from Greys anatomy with a death wish - and all I really wanted to do was enjoy life, every moment of it, enjoy music, dance like noone's watching.<br />
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Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-80868724616377295712013-09-24T01:39:00.001+05:302013-09-24T01:39:18.521+05:30What goes around...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Its said, life travels in Circles, just like our beloved earth.<br />
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So, what goes around, comes around. Is that why Karma is said to be such a bitch?<br />
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How many people, intentionally want to hurt another? and How many people end up hurting another? This can be credited to the fragility of human emotions. Since it isn't tangible or measurable, and it won't provide the same results every time, how can you assure someone, or yourself for that matter that there won't be hurt involved.<br />
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And somewhere in between all this, hurt and love, is the biggest culprit of all. Expectation! It single handedly can ruin a perfectly mediocre moment. So imagine what it can do a potential good one?<br />
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Its happiness in a form of pain, its kindness in the form of hurt. What is it, and why does it feel that way? There is a far away emotion, which I have forgotten to feel. I don't know if it will ever exist or if I am the only one who can fix it. Usually, that is what I tell myself before I go ahead bettering myself, that is what I tell myself when I want the pain to go away. Maybe because that's the truth. Like, who is responsible for a person to feel anything? Joy, Sorrow, love, hatred, hurt or expectation even? That person himself right? That is what I tell myself. Because that IS the truth.<br />
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I had started writing this post close to around three months ago, and have continued it in random intervals. Usually, i lose the continuity and delete such posts, but this one is different. The emotions are real, the feelings are real.<br />
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You tend to make decisions in life, all for the better; Only difference is, you never really get to know when the better part sets in. The unpredictability of life is one of the best experiences to be experienced.<br />
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My little brother[who's not that little any longer] reminded me about my blog. In his own small sweet way, he wanted to remind me, that, even though we don't talk to each other as often as want to, he knows how brutally honest I become when I'm writing and I think he wanted me to set me straight. I didn't think I'd hit the publish button on this erratic thinking post of mine, but for him, here goes! Love you PRM! Always and forever. You always make me want to be a better person.<br />
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<i>You, doing that thing you do... Breaking my heart into a million pieces, Like you always do!</i><br />
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<i>And you, don't mean to be Cruel, You never even knew about the heartache, I've been going through...</i><br />
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Friends, life, happiness to me, somehow are all synonymous. I tend to give them equal importance. And its a good thing! :)<br />
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When life has so much to give, why do we still stop to look at what we are getting. Everyday, every second is a bonus - a blessing. So, when they said the world was ending, I was looking forward to it; coz every moment after that was a bonus and it was perfect to end at that time.<br />
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In a place, where I don't want anything negative to affect me, in anyway. There is no point in being unhappy.<br />
Like dad says, everything happens for the good, so find the Aanandam - and you'll attain the Paramaanandam. Peace.<br />
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Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-7444707038939016892012-11-22T10:23:00.003+05:302012-11-22T10:25:15.236+05:30I'll Be Alright!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When there's life happening, I tend not to write!<br />
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I know I have been a bad bad girl! :P But, well just that!<br />
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When you meet people from your past, many things can happen - But the best feeling is when you know some things will never change. :)<br />
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And that's when it hits you - like a force of nature - that come what may - I'll be alright.<br />
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Living at home has its pros and cons. I love my pros, and have been missing everything on the cons list.<br />
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In my last post, I had mentioned how I was on "pause." Meanwhile, an enlightenment took place. I began working with <a href="http://www.bodhi-pro.com/" target="_blank">Bodhi </a>. I began as a marketing manager, but also dabbled in HR, Admin, Training, Sales, CRM and Website changes. It felt like home, with a work force of around 20 people. It was like working in your own place, for your own people. Well, it was!<br />
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Then, <a href="http://www.vmware.com/" target="_blank">VMware</a> happened! The day of my interview was pretty interesting. I was at Bodhi, and had the interview scheduled for 3 p.m. which meant I had to leave office by 1:30. And the same day I was scheduled to take an interview at Bodhi, for a Business Development Executive. So, I sit with my darling Veena Pacchi for the interview, and together we take a very grueling interview for the Print Engineer who had about 5 years of work experience.<br />
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Half way through the interview, I had to leave, to be able to reach vmware on time. And all the way, the only thought on my mind was, wish I was easier on the person I just interviewed, because I didn't want Karma to play a spoilt-sport on my interview. And the Gods were listening. [Thank them for that!]<br />
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The interview went well, and after further rounds, I got the offer letter, a couple of weeks later.<br />
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Today I'm part of the vmware family, living the virtual life! </div>
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So, I'm still loving the direction. And am enjoying the beginning of my Virtual Life! Lets see where life takes me! My shoes are on, and I'm all set! Bring it on! :D :D</div>
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</div>Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-82975847296164870102012-04-05T01:58:00.001+05:302012-04-05T01:59:39.310+05:30Little things you Do!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I quit my job five months ago. Since then I've given a couple of Interviews and the status has been pending. From nowhere have I heard a negative response. Its just that the job market has kept me on hold. So, I am living life in 'pause' mode. Yes, the same pause you do while watching a movie on your laptop, and someone rings the doorbell and you pause the movie. Being an avid user of the VLC player, I just wish someone comeback from where they have me paused and press the "space bar" and un-pause me, rather play me! :P<br />
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And I, the queen of procrastination, have been postponing everything I want to do, to I will do it once I start working. And hence I'm not only on "pause" but I'm on enhanced pause [if there ever is anything like that]<br />
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Also, there is another important aspect where I am paused at, but that's not going on this blog!<br />
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So, shouldn't the title of this post be <b>Pause</b>?? No, because the title is "Little things you do."<br />
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Whenever dad comes back home from the clinic, one of us( me, mom or brother, whoever is available or all three) go out to open the garage door for dad to park the car, and just to say Hi, you were missed! or update him immediately with anything important that would have happened that evening. Off late, this is one of the things I'm doing most of the time, because in otherwise lack of work [:P] this is one thing I look forward to doing. [If i'm upset / angry / in the loo - mom goes to open the door.. ;) ]<br />
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So, its a whole procedure. The horn of his car is something that can wake us up even if we're in deep slumber, so when he honks when he's just a road away from home, everything at home has to come to a stand still. The TV is turned off, mostly after changing the channel to a discovery or a news channel because you don't want him to switch on the TV and find "Bade Acche lagte Hain" or Roadies or the like[depending on who's watching]! :P Then we rush out; say hiiiiiiiiii, till he says hi back, take the keys from him and run to the garage door. Then once he parks the car and gets down, we collect his bag and we look forward to gifts. He sometimes would get sweets or snacks for us, or he would get Compliments! He's a doctor, so medical reps give him compliments, some useful but mostly things which are of no use what-so-ever!<br />
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Off late the switch of the garage has been acting crazy. The first time I turned it on, the bulb just flashed light and turned off. I thought the fuse of the bulb is burnt, but when I retried it flashed like nothing was wrong.<br />
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This happened for a couple of days, and then one day when mom was switching it on, it didn't turn on at all! Mom tried over and over but nothing happened. So, the next day when I went to open the garage door, I slowly turned the light on, and in my first attempt it switched on and shone like the sun. I looked at dad immediately and saw him grinning. I did a victory dance on the road, till he parked the car! He got down smiling and I simply loved that feeling. Same thing happened the next day, and I continued with my victory dance even after I locked the garage door and the main door. But today, I tried, over and over, but to no avail. It was like jinxed, unrelenting and refusing to switch on!<br />
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Dad got down from the car and sweetly said, its ok its ok.. better luck next time. Like I had done badly in an interview. Both of us started laughing and neighbors were looking at us as if something was wrong with us. I know its a very small thing, but I haven't felt this happy in days. Its crazy how something so small, so unimportant could make me feel this way. They say God is in the Detail, and finding happiness in small small things is thousand times better than looking for Big happiness.<br />
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I may be on pause or play, but as long as I remember the essence of life is these small moments, when you laugh or cry or do both together, I know life will be good! :) :) :)<br />
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I have no clue why I wanted to see this movie, but, as soon as I got my hands on my Bit Torrent, One of the first few movies I downloaded was The Japanese Wife.</div>
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I haven't read the book by Kunal Basu. All I knew about this movie was, it had Rahul Bose, Raima Sen and is directed by Aparna Sen. So, last night I sat to see The Japanese Wife!</div>
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A shy boy, Snehmoy(Rahul Bose), who later becomes an Arithmetic teacher, starts writing letters to a girl in Japan, Miyagi ( Chigusa Takaku). This girl is equally shy, and live with a ailing mother. Snehmoy lives with his <i>maashi </i>(Moushumi Chatterjee), after his parents' tragic death by the floods of the river Matla.</div>
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They start sharing small details of each other's lives through their many many letters. Miyagi sends pictures of herself, her pets, her house and sends a Poloroid Camera to Snehmoy, so that, he can do the same. From friends, their relationship blossoms to being bestfriends, and they do not see the necessity to socialize with local people as long as they have each other. <i>Maashi</i>, wanting to see her son happily settled, asks him to marry her god-daughter Sandhya(Raima Sen). When he mentions this to his beloved Miyagi, she proposes marriage even though they live in different parts of the world to make it sacred. Having his doubts initially, Snehmoy agrees to the marriage, and sends Miyagi Kumkum and Conch bangles, that denote a married Indian wife, and Miyagi sends a Silver ring inscribed with her name to him.</div>
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Years pass by, and neither visit each other, as they have responsibilities of their mother and <i>maashi</i> respectively.But the letters keep coming, filled with all the tiny details of each others daily life. Things start to change a little for Snehamoy, when his <i>maashi</i>'s god daughter Sandhya, now a widow comes to live with them, with her 8 year old son, Poltu. Poltu, discovers Snehamoy's Kite collection, which was a gift from Miyage on their 15th Anniversary, and together, they decide to be a part of the Kite festival, where there develops a competition between the Indian Kites and the Japanese Kites.</div>
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Then what happens is what I think everyone should see. It is such a well made movie. The emotions are so rich and overflowing on screen. To be able to love someone, and stay committed to that someone that too only in form of letters, and mere three phone calls over a period of five years of friendship and nearly seventeen years of marriage is commendable. As actors, all the characters are beautiful. The age and transition in each character is visible and well defined. How I wish I had seen this movie earlier. </div>
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Can I apply any of this to my life? In a world of Skype, social networking and Sex and the City, to sustain a relationship as pure is a big challenge. Maybe that's why its a work of fiction, and not real life. </div>
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Oh, and before I forget, I updated my other home too!! :) <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">HERE!!!!</a><br />
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I started writing to express myself when I first moved out
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I took up a project, and, did NOT do it completely. I was at
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And as Sundays usually are at the Mallar household, we all
sat to watch –We the People on NDTV 24x7. The discussion was around Love and
Sex and how it is portrayed in Hindi Cinema these days. The discussion from the
TV set entered our living room, and took another form. We didn’t discuss love
and etc. in Bollywood, but we did discuss how children should vs. could be
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I told dad that I was scared of the possibility, as kids
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better and the bad are getting worse. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now, I tell my parents ALMOST everything. So, they usually
know who I am out with, where I’m going and what I’d be doing. But that is not
the scenario with kids these days. There is a mountain of lies that children
tell their parents, and somewhere down the line the parent don’t even know
their own children. Who they are, what they think, what they want etc… So, the
children continue obliging their parents’ wishes and not voicing their own
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blur; because when the brain is told things repeatedly, it doesn't know which
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of guilt is involved. The younger generation will at least be liberated from
the guilt of having to lie about who they are and moreover they will not
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generation to guide, to show the pitfalls, so that the younger generation will
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I ca't believe it has been 50 days since I have posted in either blog spaces! The last post was on 18th June 2011! That does not mean 50 days of my 250 days have gone un-documented. Its just that, I did't want to write anything bad/sad on the blog. So, I chose not to publish posts. And then, I had lost continuity and didn't know what to do? How to go ahead with the challenge/ project of 250 to 25! I feel terrible, but the fact that, I'll be taking it up again should be penance enough. :) [My blog right? So, I decide the punishment! :P]</div>
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As I ctrl entered blogger today, I see it has changed almost completely. My first reaction to it? WHY?? Wasn't it good before? Now, the well defined line between wordpress and blogger seems to be minimizing. Ad I'm not liking it! :( </div>
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I am having to redefine most of the concepts in my life. What I used to believe in seems wrong. So, the two places where words are a form of my life will get to see more and more of this evolution. And I'm hopeful that the outcome is favorable to me. Also, I have decided, that there's nothing wrong in writing about the things I think are wrong or things that make me sad. End of the day, it is a learning in itself right? </div>
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<a href="http://whitefridayandsnowblack.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-friendships.html">V</a> said, writing seems to be the only way you express your feelings Deeps! I agree. I have misplaced the capability of expressing myself to people. So, these days, I wasn't not writing. I was. I liked the part that noone was reading them. Its nice to write for yourself. I sat and saw Season 4,5 and 6 of Dawson's Creek all over again.I saw a lot of other movies. I went home. I met my little cousin who I share my birthday with. I saw a dear friend pass away. I went through a roller coaster of emotions in that week. </div>
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The 50 Missing Days will be covered in this domain; and the day to day activities will be documented on <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/">wordpress</a>, as before. I love writing and nothing in this world is capable of keeping me away from it for too long. </div>
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Loads of love to you dear blog! You keep me alive in the best way possible! *hugs*</div>
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Deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05298822223637967311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966174805292883990.post-7522063960561982022011-06-13T15:55:00.000+05:302011-06-13T15:55:20.711+05:30The Week That Was!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Its been a week, since I have written here! And, this week has been incredible!<br />
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Want to know how??<br />
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<b>Monday - Was <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/06/08/day-15-hats-off/">Hats Off</a> to all Mom's Everywhere!</b><br />
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<b>Tuesday - Was the first in-house <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/06/09/day-16/">house warming party</a> with only the 6 of us!</b><br />
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<b>Wednesday - When the <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/06/09/day-17-dev-d-and-guitar-hero/">Guitar Hero</a> came Home!!</b><br />
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<b>Thursday - <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/06/11/day-18-kiss-me/">Kiss Me</a>!!</b><br />
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<b>Friday - <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/06/12/day-19-shaitan/">Shaitan</a> on the Day of release!</b><br />
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<b>Saturday - Yummy <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/06/12/day-20-rasam-hulisambar-and-rice/">South Indian Cuisine</a>!!!</b><br />
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<b>Sunday - Was the essence of <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/06/13/day-21-satc-and-people/">Sex And the City</a>!</b><br />
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Variety is the spice of life, ain't it?<br />
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I'm feeling terrible for ignoring this space!<br />
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But there's not much for me to write here. I have been saying all that I want to <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/">There</a>! Is this what people feel when they cheat on their spouses?<br />
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Aah, Brainwave. I have been wanting to talk about something from the time I read about it, all those years ago.<br />
<a href="http://moneywatch.bnet.com/career-advice/article/office-wife-time-to-end-the-workplace-relationship/6199656/">This!</a><br />
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When two people, work together, they tend to spend more time together, than their own spouses. They go through highs and lows together, and come to a stage where, the understanding they have with each other is what they desired to have in an ideal relationship. Is this considered cheating? I think not. Thats just pure work Chemistry. Right? It is not cheating as long as its platonic? But when you share feelings with someone, and that someone is not your better half, isn't that cheating? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;">Consider the rest as fiction!</span><br />
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Is a relationship only based on the physical relationship people tend to share? I had read it, back in college, when the George W. Bush controversy happened, and it intrigued me. Then years later, I joined work. When I moved to a different city, different office, I saw the phenomenon. Office colleagues, who were over-dependent on each other. I used to think, that, sometimes its ok in office, to have good friends, right? I have friends, and the we greet each other with a side hug in office! But what I saw, was different.<br />
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They were possessive about each other. They didn't like it if a third person was talking, in the absence of the other. More with the unmarried girl, than the married man. What was it between them? I don't consider having a Office Spouse as infidelity. So, initially, I was extremely normal. But time, aggravated it. I saw things, I didn't want to see. And, people around were talking about them. How could they not know?<br />
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I still don't have answers to my query. I'm not sure I even want Answers!! So much, so that - it gives me jitters! <br />
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Well, all's well that end's well. I wish not to go down memory lane, for more such Incidents.<br />
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The positive about this, is, that everyday, however it is, I try a little bit harder to make it better, coz I know I have to write about it. So, if I'm low, I cheer myself up! If I've had a considerably boring day, I try and make it productive or good, just because I have to write about it.<br />
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Why can't I do this everyday? Regardless of whether I'm writing or not? It feels good, when you go to sleep with a smile. I can say this, because, it has been only 8 days, and there have been many things that have upset me or made me feel low. In a normal scenario, I would have stayed upset, and gotten more frustrated over time. <i style="font-size: small;">[Well, yeah! it happens sometimes, doesn't it?] </i>But not this time. This time, I decided to only see positives in every situation, and keep me up and charged for the next day!<br />
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Writing on wordpress, is completely different compared to blogger, and initially, I wasn't liking it much, but it has sort of grown on me. Blogger is still my first love! ;)<br />
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Just in case you missed, here is <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/05/29/day-5-work-party-and-daddy/">Day 5</a>, <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/05/29/day-6-song-of-life/">Day 6</a>, <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/05/30/day-7-lazy-sunday/">Day 7</a> & <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/05/30/day-8-inspired/">Day 8</a>!<br />
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Love,<br />
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Thats what I'm trying to do these days. The positivity around me fills me with so much love.<br />
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I feel like, I have to keep this one alive. Coz, I love this blog, a lot. So, Here goes!<br />
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My <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/">250 days till I turn 25</a> Project!<br />
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My <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/05/26/day-3/">Day in Office</a> and My <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/2011/05/27/day-4-eye-candy-rain-and-friends/">Day with friends</a> and lots more!!<br />
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Sigh! For the sheer love of blogging - here goes!<br />
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<a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/">http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/</a><br />
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For Your Eyes Only : - <a href="http://wordsasafomoflife.wordpress.com/">DAY 1</a><br />
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Lets see, if any growing up happens. And since blogger doesn't have a password protect option I am considering wordpress or tumblr. Anyone have any suggestions?<br />
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When I started this post, I was talking about moving houses. You have heard about moving from one place to another in my old posts - <a href="http://whitefridayandsnowblack.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-from-one-place-to-another-houses.html">here</a>, <a href="http://whitefridayandsnowblack.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothing-in-particular.html">here</a> and <a href="http://whitefridayandsnowblack.blogspot.com/2010/11/delhi-diaries-part-i.html">here</a>. Lo and behold. I will be moving houses again! So, this time, I'll be moving houses as well as blog address. This one will always be the primary one. And the one closer to my heart.<br />
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First, what is the difference between Passion and Desire? They don't mean the same thing. [Obviously]<br />
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Desire: Interested in doing something, but will do it or continue doing it only if convenient.<br />
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Passion: Interested in doing something, and will do it No matter what.<br />
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Now that we've cleared that, I'll make a list of things I desire first. [We'll try and figure out, by the end of this blog, what I am really passionate about ]<br />
<div style="text-align: left;"></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>To become a Choreographer: I love to dance. I have been teaching dance for school and stuff since school. No, I haven't been trained in any particular dance art form other than Bharatanatyam; but I still dream about being a Choreographer one day. </li>
<ul><li>Why haven't I become one yet?</li>
<ul><li> I still choreograph these days, but for weddings only, and that too close friends and relatives. I don't dance on a regular basis. [I know I should :( ]</li>
<li>I want to learn other forms of dance professionally, and not just by watching shows like Dance India Dance, Jhalak Dikhla Ja or So You think You can Dance. </li>
</ul></ul></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>To get into Media/ Televison: I have wanted to work for a media house from the longest time. If I got work in UTV or BBC or MTV, I'd do anything. </li>
<ul><li>Why haven't I joined one yet?</li>
<ul><li>Places like this needs contacts, and I don't know if I can use the ones I have. </li>
<li>I don't know, if my dad would approve of me working here, if the work is not good enough. </li>
<li>I'm slightly prone to distraction, and the image you have about people in media, is a little distraction can cause a lot of damage. </li>
</ul></ul></ul><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>To prepare well for GMAT: Now this definitely has nothing to do with me being lazy. This is something I am going to do. But, that constant nagging in the head which needs me to justify why I want to do my MBA, is extremely critical. </li>
</ul><div>Ok, by now, I should have figured out what I am passionate about. I still don't know. Currently I'm very very passionate about this blog, and don't want to stop writing here. </div></div><div><br />
</div><div>Reading my past couple of posts, and after doing some self introspection, I think, I'm passionate about people around me. And this has made me over do the relationship - friends, love, relatives everyone, I tend to do extra. And then, with more people than not, I realize that, I'm just another person in their lives, and not someone special, and because you have always done extra, they stop valuing it and start expecting more. Human psychology is like that, I'm guessing, not that I know loads about it. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I have had experiences in the past, which keep me fairly detached these days. Atleast with new people. Even if I'm hurt/ I'm sad/ angry, I have learnt to mask it and move on. Not a good feeling, but its better than feeling bad for a long time, no?</div><div><br />
</div><div>So, What am I passionate about?? I think I still have to figure that out. Can I chose, what to be passionate about? I think I can, And thats what I am going to do! :D :D :D </div><div><br />
</div><div>Have I mentioned, I have the most awesome dad! He asks me to figure out what i am passionate about, so that I can pursue it.. Then he inspires me to make the right choice.. based on pros n cons.. and then.. 10 mins later, he calls just to tell me, that he loves me loads, and it'll remain the same whatever I chose to do in life!! I don't know why, but I think I wanted to listen to that, today! Thanks Na! You're the best!</div><div><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D19QJG94oWQ&feature=player_embedded">Baangur</a> is still playing on repeat in my music player; but youtube has me hooked on to this:<br />
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There is a unreleased movie, one of Anurag Kashyap's first. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0356982/">Paanch</a>. I have nice friends who downloaded the movie. Its only a Preview Copy that is available. Its a cult movie of sorts. Kay Kay Menon as Luke Morrison is one of the best performances I have seen. I don't want to sound like I'm giving a movie review, but I sort of really like Anurag Kashyap Films! :)<br />
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I just came across <a href="http://passionforcinema.com/">passionforcinema.com</a> and saw, the man himself commenting, and being a part of it; I wanted to join it immediately. I heard its undergoing change in Admin and maybe, just maybe, Anurag Kashyap might buy it! woohoo!!<br />
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I have met very few people in my life who are truly passionate about something. Anything. One such person in this very very VERY dear friend of mine! He doesn't know this, yet, but he is like a life support system for me since the last two years. I sort of cannot think of life without him. Its totally weird with him. He's not like anybody else. There are times when I can just pick the phone, call him, and go on talking for the longest time.. and he wouldn't have said one single word. Suddenly, I stop, check the phone if the conversation is still on, and say Hello, u there na? And he'll be like.. haan meri ma, aage bol! [yes mother, go on..] And there are these times when I don't know what to tell him. I'll pick the phone to call his number, and before it rings, will cut the call, because I'll run the probable conversation we'll be having in my head, figure out he's either going to disagree or shout at me, and its better if I don't talk to him!<br />
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Its not the conventional friendship people seem to share; he's a person, I met through work, and hence we have so much of work to discuss, but more than that, <s>we</s>, <s>I</s>, we talk about movies and songs and the like. He actually talks way too less, compared to any other friend I have; he just expects us[his friends] to understand what he wants to say! He talks way too less, and initially it was disturbing. I used to get irritated when I would go on and on about this friend of mine did this and that relative of mine did that, and I wouldn't know a single thing about him/his people. Slowly, I started "getting" him rather getting to know him. So,Whenever he talks, I listen, and with all my attention, coz he's saying what he's saying coz its important to him, else he wouldn't have said it!<br />
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When I was in Mumbai, he was the one I was with most of the time(other than at work) [ One of the two <a href="http://whitefridayandsnowblack.blogspot.com/2009/07/lil-more-than-two-months.html">GUYS</a> I spoke about then]. Movies, Movies, Lunches, Dinners, Pizza, Movies, Beer, Whiskey, Movies, Wine, Vodka, Movies, WWE, Cricket, Windows Movie maker, Movies. Did I mention Movies? Well thats what we did! I probably have had the most fights with him! I don't know if we can call them fights, but I would be constantly doing something wrong and he would get angry. And for those times <s>when</s> , if , he did something wrong, I wasn't allowed to get angry. :P Actually I don't get angry that much, so it was alrite!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;">[I'm re-writing this post, as the earlier one got deleted when my system crashed, but last time I wrote a lot of different things, this time, like always, this page is making me type things, I didn't set out to say!! but hey, I said it! My blog, no? ;)]</span><br />
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I started off, by talking about passion, when I was introducing him. Once he knows he has to do something, he will. No Matter What!<br />
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Be it fitness, work, music, WWE, cricket. I don't think he does anything half heartedly. Thats why when he does something, I have learnt to automatically know, that its important to him<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;">[</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;">and hence, somehow, becomes sort of important to me]</span>. If it wasn't he wouldn't be doing it!<br />
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I have soooo much to say about him, but somehow, this space is not enough. No space is. I wanted to write about, how I became friends with him, how the journey was, how I have made a fool of myself, umpteen number of times, when I'm with him, how I get upset when he "supposedly" is only pulling my leg and not meaning whatever he said seriously, how he's the only one who calls me "sadu"[grumpy] even though I'm not to the rest of the world and so many other things. But I'm keeping them for later. I guess.<br />
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I cannot not mention this another friend when I talk about him. She completes us. Sort of. We are actually four of us, in this close knit group of ours. But off-late its been just the three of us. She is going to be my new roommate! and I'm super psyched about it!! I'll talk about her in a post of her own. Most probably. :P No, I will. But for now, this Image, of the three of us!<br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #4c1130;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>I have no idea why I'm doing this.. but i wanted to.. so here it is!!</b></i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I have known him only from the last six months.. and to be honest I don't know him at all... but still.. he makes me want to try harder!! ;-)if i haven't made enough sense i'm sorry.. A---- is a person very dear to my heart.. someone who made my journey into the corporate world more interesting..[if i may say so ] he taught me loads of tiny things.. which i needed to learn.. so he's my god of small things(too much hogaya kya??)I can safely say that he's one of a kind.. very genuine.. and extremely correct!! he can make u laugh.. n he can make u cry.. n he can also make u do both at the same time!!! A----, You are one of the best ppl I've met in life.. n i feel very privileged to know you..Thanks sweetie.. for everything.. muaah!!</b></i></span></div></blockquote><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before that, Sharing this song. Listening to it on repeat and loving it more, each time I listen to it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am in Bangalore for a friend's wedding. And this time, I actually had the time to catch up with most of the people I wanted to meet. Life changes so much, doesn't it? Its only been three years since we finished college in 2008. Most of them are getting married. Girls and Boys alike. Now, my parents are also concerned worried and behind my life regarding the whole marriage fiasco. I have stalled them for 3 years from now. But, my mom is relentless! :) :) I love her to bits! But there's only so much I can take. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The whole thing about its the right time to get married and all of that. Who really knows whats the right time, and whats not? Shouldn't marriage happen when two people who want to spend the rest of their lives together decide to legalize their relationship? I have nothing against marriages where the parents decide and the children agree. All I'm asking is, why it is like that? A simple explanation would be more than sufficient. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last night, after attending my friend's reception, I had the most amazing time with one friend who is the only one I can talk talk to. The fact that I am that honest with him, is crazy. Not that I lie to my other friends, :p but I can think aloud with him, and more often than not, he'll know exactly what I meant to say. Phases, our friendship went through, looking back at them today, I felt it was necessary. Not all of it, but yes most of it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I made my share of mistakes. When, Harry Potter and The Half Blood Price was out, people around me, [mean mean ppl that they were] told me the suspense - that Dumbledore dies in the end. Now, this friend and I used to discuss the series, book by book. So, when he called and mentioned the half blood prince; assuming he was also going to tell me about Dumbledore's death, I like a kid complaining to its mom, said, ya ya, I know Dumbledore dies at the end, Snape kills him. He cut the call on me. I call him back and he doesn't pick for around half an hour, and then finally picks the phone and shouts at me for telling him the suspense. I try and explain why I did what I did, but no, he was furious, and rightfully so. I also was furious at the people who had told it to me; but my reaction wasn't even one tenth of his. That's how serious he was about Harry Potter! He had been angry with me in the past but nothing came close to this one. I immediately went to his place, with chocolates and I don't know what else; just so that he calms down and his anger subsides. I couldn't stand the thought of him being angry with me for even one day!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cut to - Sometime last year, it had been aages since we had spoken to each other, and when I did, it was messed up. The tone wasn't right, the feeling wasn't right. I asked what was wrong, and he didn't tell me. I asked a couple more times, and after insisting a little more, he actually said, if I have to spell out what is wrong, I have nothing to say to you. It shattered me in a very different unexpected way. I really didn't know what was wrong. And what was even worse (according to me,) was I didn't do anything Immediately to rectify whatever it was that had gone wrong. I took help from time! Why I reacted the way I did, I'll never know. I think its the person I have become. Or. Maybe I didn't have the strength in me to fix it immediately with multiple things going on in life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All is well now! and I hope it remains this way forever and always coz' there's noone like him in my life. Weird and strange as it is, I love what we share and I wanted to share this here. It'll never be the same again, and it won't be much different in the future. What I love the most, is I can always pick it up from exactly where I left it. And its mutual. [I hope]. He is a major factor in who I AM today. Also, a major factor in who I AM with today [ coz I stuck to advice given by him aages ago, and am not moving on to listening to the new advice - which he'll give me(as promised) even if I don't comply - (I do listen and consider, promise.) to them ] </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank You, for being there! For being who you are! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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After having nothing to say for the last so many days, I have decided to start writing everyday.<br />
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Inspired by Shilpa VK who is currently <a href="http://1000beautifuldays.blogspot.com/">chronicling 1000 days before turning 30</a>; I will be doing the 250 days till I turn 25!!<br />
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Shilpa, is not just a fellow blogger. She is a Brand Manager in P&G. She is the <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/life-and-style/money-and-careers/article1605369.ece">Director & Co-Producer</a> of a Indie Movie based out of Singapore - <a href="http://www.mausams.com/">Mausams</a>. It was screened in Singapore from 1st April to 11th April, and got rave reviews from everyone who got to see it.<br />
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Wish I could see it! I will, I am hoping, in the near future.<br />
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I know, its been really long since I blogged about anything. I was just going through a personal silence. There was soo much going on, that I didn't know what I could say, what I couldn't.<br />
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But now, that I have decided to Chronicle my days, till my 25th birthday, I am hoping things in the head will settle down and soon. :) :)<br />
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SO, the 250 days will Start on 23rd of May. So till then, there'll be preparations, and plots as to what I'll be talking about.<br />
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O, and yes, INDIA won the WORLD CUP!! WOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!!! It was sooo sooo soooo amazing. Both the semi-finals and the finals!!! I actually saw people on the streets till 3-4 in the morning rejoicing. Hugging perfect strangers, hooting, shouting, singing, dancing in the streets.<br />
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I am so glad, I got to experience what I did! :) :)<br />
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Writing feels amazing, doesn't it??? :)<br />
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NO! I ain't turning 30! As a matter of fact I will turn 24 next week!! And, it is scary! I still feel 21! 24 seems like such a big number for it to be associated with Age!<br />
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First things First, I saw this movie - <a href="http://www.turning30.in/">Turning 30</a>! Its a story about a Girl turning 30[duhhh] and the crisis she faces in her life; when her boyfriend of 2 years breaks up with her to get married to a younger girl, and the people at her work place are giving her a hard time. But other than these two things, she seems to have a wonderful life. Amazing friends, an old flame who is still deeply in love with her.<br />
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The movie had loads of swearing, and crying and more of crying, but I kind of liked the movie, most importantly because, it was shot in Mumbai! In the movie, she keeps writing about her different stations in life, and that she later re-writes as her book. Thats when she realizes her true calling in Life and Love!<br />
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