i once read an article by Subroto Bagchi in ToI, and it has been up in my room ever since. it provided a very reliable, though not very easy, solution to one of life's biggest problems. i quote
"we live in difficult times. as people born of tradition, we are more comfortable when there is always someone to show us the path. it deflects our burden of responsibilty to make our decisions. whatever the reason, we learn to look up to people. sometimes some of them fail, but we have learnt to take it in our stride. what makes ours a particularly difficult time is that we are seeing so many of them fail at the same time. some of us feel devastated. some take it as the signal and the justification to match the conduct or the failing. "if the whole world is this way, why not i?"sometimes we are fortunate enough to be able to make sense of what's going on to make our own choices. each of us is an independent, intelligent individual. what the environment around us does is mostly beyond our control. what we decide to deduce and work upon is a function of the choices that we make.
in the turbulent times, when role models fail, we have to make our own choices. when, we do that, we realise that sometimes it is not as hard as it seems to be..."
i was a starry eyed youngster when i came to college. i genuinely wanted to join politics, clean up our bureaucracy, change the world, make a difference and what not. somewhere on the way, i got lost. from an ambitious idealist, i started trudging on the road to cynicism. i saw a role model drown in a sea of alcohol and indifference. i saw control of something i considered as hallowed being given to an incredibly incompetent wannabe. i had to work with an over verbose, good for nothing loser whose speciality was shoving his work on others. i saw teachers who didn't want to take classes because the weather was so good. i saw friends who refused to acknowledge my work just because it was 'lit oriented' and unfortunately the college i was studying in was called Manipal institute of Technology rather than Manipal Institute of Communication. i'm about to be forced to bring about an offical college newsletter called DAMMIT. i have lost count of how many times i've cried in the last two months. there was so much unprofessionalism around, so much stupidity, and so few people seemed to know that everything that was happening was so wrong. unfortunately, none of us were in a position where we could change that. and then somewhere, i stopped caring. frustration turned into cynicism. everything seeemed impossible. i said, "i think we need to become more practical". and my best friend told me, "when you said that, a part of you died inside you forever." it tore me apart but i knew it was true. stuck in a sea of megalomaniacs, egotists and people filled with severe inferiority complexes, and another set of people pandering to their egos, i was literally in the 'I' of the storm. everything was like, "because i don't like it." "because i'm not free today." "because i want it done this way." "because i'm watching a movie and will do it later." i just thought maybe i was finally seeing the real world where this level of unprofessionalism was the way of life. maybe my ideal world had been a utopia all aong. maybe not everyone did a job for the sheer pleasure of doing it, but for getting somewhere or the other.
and then i came across the new issue of Outlook- 12 reasons to celebrate, examples of excellence in unlikely places. instinctively,i picked it up, as though this was exactly what i needed.
i found my answers in an LLB who is the Sarpanch of gopalpura village in rajasthan, Savita Rathi. she must have fought against every opposition against change, aginst the deep rooted prejudice about a woman giving orders to a bunch of patriarchal, hookah smoking, old men. she must've fought against all the bureucratic hurdles to get grants, she must gone door to door to get donations, for building all the civic facilities. but at the end of it, today, gopalpura is one india's most successful panchayats.
i found a mid day meal scheme for over 1 lakh kids below class V in hyderabad and secunderabad. i found the girls of Loreto Sealdah teaching underprivileged kids from the nearby slums and villages. i found world class doctors dedicating their lives to the cause of saving over 200 lives everyday in the government hospital at Nanded, maharashtra.
you know what, if i try hard enough, maybe i'll still make it. maybe this struggle is a necessary gauntlet. maybe the test of fire is making fine steel. maybe it won't be that difficult in the end. considering what the above people have accomplished sacrificing so much more, my problems seem so much smaller.
'LET IT BE' by the Beatles plays on repeat yet again as i write this. i'm finally seeing light at the end of this dark dark tunnel. i'll find a way out. i surely will.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Memories
have you ever passed a street where you lived as a child... and caught a waft of something that definitely smelled familiar. be it the delicious aroma of the roadside pani puri stall, or the car mechanic's shop round the corner which, like always, smells of grease, or the fragrance of agarbattis from the shop owned by that extra religious uncle, now old and grey... or a mixture of all of these, and many more... fragrances (or even stenches from the nearby dumpyard, that was almost never cleaned) that somehow evoked childhood memories so old that you yourself don't have time to reminisce about them...
have you ever visited the place where you studied years and years ago, when you were still an eager little child, bright eyed about "going to school every morning"... walked down the corridors where you played i-spy ( which we all called ice-pice for some reason) with your friends, seen the old gong with which the peon used to announce "chhutti" everyday, and had been replaced by an electric bell long ago... gone to the classrooms where you carved your names on tables and played baseball with charts and a duster... sat on the same benches where you laboured through hours of extremely boring 'moral science' lessons. (ummm... i was always a bigtime nerd, i found every other subject interesting.)
have you been dragged by your parents to visit a godforsaken village to meet some distant relative, in a rickety bus which takes more than 4 hours to cover something like 100 kms... have you grumbled all the way about how the ride was extremely bumpy, how it was awfully hot inside that village bus ( express buses do not ply on such obscure routes), and how the smoke from beedis bothers you a lot. but on reaching that relative's home, you realized that it was all worth it... to see that glitter in your father's eyes as he describes how he played in those fields of corn, how all of them used to bathe at the well which is now dry because of years of drought, how they used to walk five kilometers on a dirt road everyday to reach the only middle school in twelve villages... to try and grasp what your father is saying to his grand aunt in hadoti , the local dialect, a language left far behind in the past, as you moved to hindi, english, and even french, but never cared enough to learn your 'original' mother tongue...
that is what memories do to you... they come flooding back at the tiniest, most insignificant trigger, and leave you overwhelmed with emotion, nostalgia, and fondness... they make you want to reconnect with your past, to open an old family album and refresh the images which have been blurred by the burdens of time, to smile again at the picture of a one year old you taking your first, unsure, unsteady steps, a picture of your father recieving his graduation degree (in his bell bottomed trousers), look at all the cousins whose weddings you weren't able to attend since you shifted abroad, miss your grandmother, even though you have no recollections of her because you were so little when she passed away... struggle to remember the name of the spectacled girl whose pigtails you were caught pulling... they make you feel guilty for not keeping in touch with old friends, who then slowly faded into oblivion... they make you resolve to visit your ancenstral home the next time you visit india... they make you shed soft tears which speak of so many feelings... they make you want to go back in time and relive all those moments again... jagjit singh was right, "magar mujhko lauta do bachpan ke woh din, woh kagaz ki kashti, woh baarish ka paani"...
have you ever visited the place where you studied years and years ago, when you were still an eager little child, bright eyed about "going to school every morning"... walked down the corridors where you played i-spy ( which we all called ice-pice for some reason) with your friends, seen the old gong with which the peon used to announce "chhutti" everyday, and had been replaced by an electric bell long ago... gone to the classrooms where you carved your names on tables and played baseball with charts and a duster... sat on the same benches where you laboured through hours of extremely boring 'moral science' lessons. (ummm... i was always a bigtime nerd, i found every other subject interesting.)
have you been dragged by your parents to visit a godforsaken village to meet some distant relative, in a rickety bus which takes more than 4 hours to cover something like 100 kms... have you grumbled all the way about how the ride was extremely bumpy, how it was awfully hot inside that village bus ( express buses do not ply on such obscure routes), and how the smoke from beedis bothers you a lot. but on reaching that relative's home, you realized that it was all worth it... to see that glitter in your father's eyes as he describes how he played in those fields of corn, how all of them used to bathe at the well which is now dry because of years of drought, how they used to walk five kilometers on a dirt road everyday to reach the only middle school in twelve villages... to try and grasp what your father is saying to his grand aunt in hadoti , the local dialect, a language left far behind in the past, as you moved to hindi, english, and even french, but never cared enough to learn your 'original' mother tongue...
that is what memories do to you... they come flooding back at the tiniest, most insignificant trigger, and leave you overwhelmed with emotion, nostalgia, and fondness... they make you want to reconnect with your past, to open an old family album and refresh the images which have been blurred by the burdens of time, to smile again at the picture of a one year old you taking your first, unsure, unsteady steps, a picture of your father recieving his graduation degree (in his bell bottomed trousers), look at all the cousins whose weddings you weren't able to attend since you shifted abroad, miss your grandmother, even though you have no recollections of her because you were so little when she passed away... struggle to remember the name of the spectacled girl whose pigtails you were caught pulling... they make you feel guilty for not keeping in touch with old friends, who then slowly faded into oblivion... they make you resolve to visit your ancenstral home the next time you visit india... they make you shed soft tears which speak of so many feelings... they make you want to go back in time and relive all those moments again... jagjit singh was right, "magar mujhko lauta do bachpan ke woh din, woh kagaz ki kashti, woh baarish ka paani"...
Home is where the the heart is....
ok, i don't think i need to bore anyone with the account of my vacations. let us just say god decided to try out every variant of murphy's law on me. oh god, i'm soooo glad to be back in manipal..
posting right away...
posting right away...
Thursday, June 7, 2007
AND THE PARTY STARTS NOW...........
ok ok i'm back... not my fault baba, no internet in the hostel... god, it was a tough time.. but yay, the holidays are here... i'm still in the process of reaching home, so once i am done, i might something sensible. until then, it's gonna be gibberish like this... but yeah, i'll come up with something asap...
Monday, May 14, 2007
LET IT BE- The Beatles
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....
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and no, this is not just to fill in for not writing from so long. it's just that this song has been playing for at least three hours everyday on my laptop, for the last four days. and now i realised how much more it means, how much more it can mean... these three words can be the healing balm for every wound, every hurt. "let it be", wonderful thought, right!!!!
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....
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and no, this is not just to fill in for not writing from so long. it's just that this song has been playing for at least three hours everyday on my laptop, for the last four days. and now i realised how much more it means, how much more it can mean... these three words can be the healing balm for every wound, every hurt. "let it be", wonderful thought, right!!!!
Thursday, May 3, 2007
the age of innocence...
Today, while having lunch with my friends, we somehow came to the topic of childhood. Reminiscing about our own childhood, we realized how different life was for our parents, and how different it will be for the next generation....
Just imagine, how much has India changed in the last 15 years. We were the first generation to taste the fruits of Liberalisation. we saw the first shopping malls being set up, we saw the telecom revolution, we saw computers becoming household items, we saw Santro and Indica replacing the Premier Padmini and Maruti 800, we saw the first Pizza Huts and Mc Donalds...
But, still, our early childhood was quite insulated from consumerism. Growing up in a mumbai suburb, i can not remember when branded clothes or expensive watches were a matter of honour among us. We didn't spend hours gelling our hair in the right shape, we didn't use tweleve kinds of moisturising lotions and revitalising bath salts, we were too busy playing gully cricket to notice that one of us din't have a doll house full of barbies or the newest Hot Wheels....
I find it very weird when i see little kids cussing as though it is cool, wearing nothing but branded stuff. I feel bad when i see them playing football with the remote control of a PS 2 instead of their feet. I remember, in Muscat, there were hardly any ten year olds who didn't have glasses. Because most mothers these days work, children are left with illiterate 'ayahs' who prefer letting the chota baba play on the computer than have him bothering her. On top of this, because of being the only child, parents usually give in to all his demands to make up for their guilt of not spending enough time with them. Rapid real estate development has resulted in playgrounds being converted to saleable land. And with the increased threats of acidents on the busy roads, kids are forced to play inside the houses. As a result, kids find it easier to make friends on Orkut than face to face.
Some days ago, i had to buy a birthday gift for a cousin who was turning five. my mother and i got so confused, it was impossible to decide what he would appreciate...
"let us get him a remote control car"
"no he already got one of those from his uncle in the USA."
"then let us getting him a picture book"
"haha, picture book, very funny, haha"
After hours of discussions, we bought him a battery operated model of Pluto, the doggie. Like everyone else, i just wanted him to like it. After the party was over, i'd stayed back for cleaning up with my aunt, as my uncle dropped the kids to their places. When we came to my cousin's room, what we saw had us amazed... he was playing with an empty box, turning it on all the sides, trying to fit the flaps in, with a look of deep amusement ... We looked at each other, smiled, and let him continue his exploration. "Thankfully," i sighed, "kids will be kids."
Just imagine, how much has India changed in the last 15 years. We were the first generation to taste the fruits of Liberalisation. we saw the first shopping malls being set up, we saw the telecom revolution, we saw computers becoming household items, we saw Santro and Indica replacing the Premier Padmini and Maruti 800, we saw the first Pizza Huts and Mc Donalds...
But, still, our early childhood was quite insulated from consumerism. Growing up in a mumbai suburb, i can not remember when branded clothes or expensive watches were a matter of honour among us. We didn't spend hours gelling our hair in the right shape, we didn't use tweleve kinds of moisturising lotions and revitalising bath salts, we were too busy playing gully cricket to notice that one of us din't have a doll house full of barbies or the newest Hot Wheels....
I find it very weird when i see little kids cussing as though it is cool, wearing nothing but branded stuff. I feel bad when i see them playing football with the remote control of a PS 2 instead of their feet. I remember, in Muscat, there were hardly any ten year olds who didn't have glasses. Because most mothers these days work, children are left with illiterate 'ayahs' who prefer letting the chota baba play on the computer than have him bothering her. On top of this, because of being the only child, parents usually give in to all his demands to make up for their guilt of not spending enough time with them. Rapid real estate development has resulted in playgrounds being converted to saleable land. And with the increased threats of acidents on the busy roads, kids are forced to play inside the houses. As a result, kids find it easier to make friends on Orkut than face to face.
Some days ago, i had to buy a birthday gift for a cousin who was turning five. my mother and i got so confused, it was impossible to decide what he would appreciate...
"let us get him a remote control car"
"no he already got one of those from his uncle in the USA."
"then let us getting him a picture book"
"haha, picture book, very funny, haha"
After hours of discussions, we bought him a battery operated model of Pluto, the doggie. Like everyone else, i just wanted him to like it. After the party was over, i'd stayed back for cleaning up with my aunt, as my uncle dropped the kids to their places. When we came to my cousin's room, what we saw had us amazed... he was playing with an empty box, turning it on all the sides, trying to fit the flaps in, with a look of deep amusement ... We looked at each other, smiled, and let him continue his exploration. "Thankfully," i sighed, "kids will be kids."
Monday, April 30, 2007
Tagged....
ok, being really new on blogosphere, this is the first time i've been tagged. i don't really know how to go about it, but i'll try anyways.
1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.
ummmm, a noticeable fold of skin on the left side of my nose, especially visible when i laugh (not like that changes anything). yeah, so i was travelling in a train to bombay, after vacations, in 5th standard, with my mum and younger bro. i was sitting near the window (it was a sleeper compartment, i love sleeper compartments of trains). and suddenly, out of nowhere, a stone hit my face. someone had hurled it from outside. it hit the bars of the window first, broke into bits, and hit all over my face. my right eye was just saved, and i couldn't breathe with my nose. the stupid railway station doctor asked my mum to put a Band Aid over my wounds. after sisteen hours in the train, and later due to the indiscretion of a stupid lady doctor in Bombay, the scar has remained.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
loads of stuff. let me go in order of importance. there is this little pic of Hrithik Roshan, that has been with me everywhere i stay (silly, i know, but that is me. i love his eyes, wish i had a pic just of his eyes.) then there are two cartoon strips, Peanuts. there is an article by Subroto Bagchi (Mindtree Consulting) called the survivor. there is a pic of a bridge near Pondicherry wrecked by the Tsunami of 2005, which appeared in the TOI on New Year's Eve. there is a poem called "even this will pass away" by Theodore Tilten, a Nokia advertisement showing a lot of very cute babies ( my roomies hope this at least might reduce my fear against them). and yeah, i got my my roomie to write the ADIDAS slogan, "Impossible is Nothing" in chalk (stolen from our very esteemed college). yeah, that's about it, and also the class schedule.
3. What does your phone look like?
it is small, used to be grey, has now acquired shades of pink (holi after-effects). it is unarguably the most reliable phone on earth, but now sports a battered look. it has been dropped a million times, sprinkled with water, hot and cold, and what not. yeah, i guess i'll get a new one soon.
4. What kind of music do you lsiten to?
well, right now, i'm being educated in this field... i'm entering a zone i never thought i would appreciate. Metallica, Pink Floyd, Guns n Roses... the works. but yeah, i've always loved old indian music, Burman, Naushad, Shankar Jaikishan. and of course, Rehman would always be my all time favourite.
5. What is your current desktop picture?
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
ummm... home made Bhindi ki Sabzi, with all of mum's love (you only realise the importance of food when you leave home). and yeah, sleep. i've been up the whole night yesterday, and all day today, reding The Fountainhead. i'm just glad i finished it. my mind is too numb from the marathon reading to decipher what i read right now.
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
well, i guess, it's time we stop being so conservative about it. it's their choice after all. if the parties involved are fine with it, then what can pubile opinion do anyway.
8. What time were you born.
the only purpose this information can serve is for a horoscope, is it some rich, famous, smart, good looking guy, please tell me it is.
9. Are your parents still together?
yeah, very much so.
10. What are you listening to right now.
the whirring sound of the fans, which though noisy, have now become such a part of my night time rountine, that without this sound, i feel extremely lonely. the ugly sound of the terrible matron, which no words can describe, beseeching the girls busy with their mobile phones and laptops to come down and sign the attendence register on the loud speaker... (does everyone know that once, my former room mate pulled out the wires of the public address ssytem, and we had peace for a week.)and yeah, also, imagine by John Lennon.
11. Do you get scared of the dark?
the only thing i could be scared of in the dark is of crashing with something. but i realized, i do that so well under bright lights, it really wouldn't make much difference, so the fear was gone.
as long as someone is there in the same room, or even a single flickering light is there, like the LED of the AC is enough, i don't like pitch darkness when i'm sleeping.
but otherwise, i love darkness. i feel it brings me closer to my thoughts. it gives the kind of privacy i don't feel even in a closed, empty room. it relaxes my eyes, and thus my mind. combine it with a starry sky, and a soft breeze, i love the dark.
12. The last person to make you cry?
uh... oh... certainly, Forrest Gump tonight. it was simply beautiful, and touching... i cried when he ran for the football team, i cried when he ran cross country, i cried when the Lieutenant had his legs amputated...
13. What is your favourite perfume?
i'd love to say 'the swet smell of success" but that is too cliched. so i'm just gonna say. i don't like wearing perfumes unnecessarily. deodorant, i use Adidas, or Impulse.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex.
i love brown, hazel or green eyes. more than the colour, they should have the depth, the magic to hold my gaze...
hair, shouldn't be too short, shouldn't be longish either... just long enough for me to run my fingers through, and please, not coloured,not highlighted or bleached either, any natural colour will do...
15. Do you like painkillers?
no. i don't. as far as possible, i avoid talking them, unless in severe pain.
16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
oh yeah, very. i wouldn't dare to ask someone out even if i was sure of the reply.... i'm just so scared of showig vulnerability of this kind.
17. Fave pizza topping?
anything vegetarian will do. but i don't like mushrooms, and olives... actually as long as there is cheese, i don't mind it. and please, garlic bread...
18. If you could be eating anything right now, what would it be?
ummm, i guess it would my mumbai's vada pav. i don't think that specific taste can be replicated anywhere else...
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
oh, definitely, my room mate. when was it, today morning, no afternoon. heck five minutes ago. oh no big deal. we keep making each other mad all the time. why? oh i can't remember, most of the time it is for inconsequential reasons...
20. Is anyone in love with you?
ummm..... i dunno... but i really don't think so, i hope not.
1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.
ummmm, a noticeable fold of skin on the left side of my nose, especially visible when i laugh (not like that changes anything). yeah, so i was travelling in a train to bombay, after vacations, in 5th standard, with my mum and younger bro. i was sitting near the window (it was a sleeper compartment, i love sleeper compartments of trains). and suddenly, out of nowhere, a stone hit my face. someone had hurled it from outside. it hit the bars of the window first, broke into bits, and hit all over my face. my right eye was just saved, and i couldn't breathe with my nose. the stupid railway station doctor asked my mum to put a Band Aid over my wounds. after sisteen hours in the train, and later due to the indiscretion of a stupid lady doctor in Bombay, the scar has remained.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
loads of stuff. let me go in order of importance. there is this little pic of Hrithik Roshan, that has been with me everywhere i stay (silly, i know, but that is me. i love his eyes, wish i had a pic just of his eyes.) then there are two cartoon strips, Peanuts. there is an article by Subroto Bagchi (Mindtree Consulting) called the survivor. there is a pic of a bridge near Pondicherry wrecked by the Tsunami of 2005, which appeared in the TOI on New Year's Eve. there is a poem called "even this will pass away" by Theodore Tilten, a Nokia advertisement showing a lot of very cute babies ( my roomies hope this at least might reduce my fear against them). and yeah, i got my my roomie to write the ADIDAS slogan, "Impossible is Nothing" in chalk (stolen from our very esteemed college). yeah, that's about it, and also the class schedule.
3. What does your phone look like?
it is small, used to be grey, has now acquired shades of pink (holi after-effects). it is unarguably the most reliable phone on earth, but now sports a battered look. it has been dropped a million times, sprinkled with water, hot and cold, and what not. yeah, i guess i'll get a new one soon.
4. What kind of music do you lsiten to?
well, right now, i'm being educated in this field... i'm entering a zone i never thought i would appreciate. Metallica, Pink Floyd, Guns n Roses... the works. but yeah, i've always loved old indian music, Burman, Naushad, Shankar Jaikishan. and of course, Rehman would always be my all time favourite.
5. What is your current desktop picture?
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
ummm... home made Bhindi ki Sabzi, with all of mum's love (you only realise the importance of food when you leave home). and yeah, sleep. i've been up the whole night yesterday, and all day today, reding The Fountainhead. i'm just glad i finished it. my mind is too numb from the marathon reading to decipher what i read right now.
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
well, i guess, it's time we stop being so conservative about it. it's their choice after all. if the parties involved are fine with it, then what can pubile opinion do anyway.
8. What time were you born.
the only purpose this information can serve is for a horoscope, is it some rich, famous, smart, good looking guy, please tell me it is.
9. Are your parents still together?
yeah, very much so.
10. What are you listening to right now.
the whirring sound of the fans, which though noisy, have now become such a part of my night time rountine, that without this sound, i feel extremely lonely. the ugly sound of the terrible matron, which no words can describe, beseeching the girls busy with their mobile phones and laptops to come down and sign the attendence register on the loud speaker... (does everyone know that once, my former room mate pulled out the wires of the public address ssytem, and we had peace for a week.)and yeah, also, imagine by John Lennon.
11. Do you get scared of the dark?
the only thing i could be scared of in the dark is of crashing with something. but i realized, i do that so well under bright lights, it really wouldn't make much difference, so the fear was gone.
as long as someone is there in the same room, or even a single flickering light is there, like the LED of the AC is enough, i don't like pitch darkness when i'm sleeping.
but otherwise, i love darkness. i feel it brings me closer to my thoughts. it gives the kind of privacy i don't feel even in a closed, empty room. it relaxes my eyes, and thus my mind. combine it with a starry sky, and a soft breeze, i love the dark.
12. The last person to make you cry?
uh... oh... certainly, Forrest Gump tonight. it was simply beautiful, and touching... i cried when he ran for the football team, i cried when he ran cross country, i cried when the Lieutenant had his legs amputated...
13. What is your favourite perfume?
i'd love to say 'the swet smell of success" but that is too cliched. so i'm just gonna say. i don't like wearing perfumes unnecessarily. deodorant, i use Adidas, or Impulse.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex.
i love brown, hazel or green eyes. more than the colour, they should have the depth, the magic to hold my gaze...
hair, shouldn't be too short, shouldn't be longish either... just long enough for me to run my fingers through, and please, not coloured,not highlighted or bleached either, any natural colour will do...
15. Do you like painkillers?
no. i don't. as far as possible, i avoid talking them, unless in severe pain.
16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
oh yeah, very. i wouldn't dare to ask someone out even if i was sure of the reply.... i'm just so scared of showig vulnerability of this kind.
17. Fave pizza topping?
anything vegetarian will do. but i don't like mushrooms, and olives... actually as long as there is cheese, i don't mind it. and please, garlic bread...
18. If you could be eating anything right now, what would it be?
ummm, i guess it would my mumbai's vada pav. i don't think that specific taste can be replicated anywhere else...
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
oh, definitely, my room mate. when was it, today morning, no afternoon. heck five minutes ago. oh no big deal. we keep making each other mad all the time. why? oh i can't remember, most of the time it is for inconsequential reasons...
20. Is anyone in love with you?
ummm..... i dunno... but i really don't think so, i hope not.
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