- I love the way some words sound. ‘Crush’ or ‘Delicious’ or ‘Chomp’ or ‘Pyaaz’. Somehow ‘onion’ doesn’t do justice, does it?
- I stop and talk to dogs, even those on the street.
- I like the way a person’s mouth moves when speaking.
- I can speak with my mouth shut. Hell, I can even sing like that.
- I don’t enjoy drinking water.
- I learnt how to whistle and blow gum before my brother did. He still can’t compete with me.
- I love writing my name over and over and over and over again. I love the way the letters flow one after the other.
- I like keeping blank notepads blank.
- I like to keep pencils long and sharpened. Just hate writing with them. No, I love writing with them, but hate it when they get blunt and shorter.
- I love the smell of crayons. And poster colour. And wet soil. And baby powder.
- I want to adopt a child, a girl child, rather than have one of my own.
- I thought I wasn’t crazy about shoes, but I have been proven wrong. Thank god… :)
- I reuse paper. Envelopes, printouts, wrapping paper, paper bags, everything that I can.
- I steal tissue paper from restaurants. And carry them around for emergencies.
- I hate writing for pleasure. I do it as a job, and I do it well. But when I’m out of office, I hate to write.
- I’m scared of change.
- I enjoy the company of younger people more than that of people my age or older.
- I like readymade meals.
- I’m basically lazy. Don’t like to work hard at anything. Do it out of compulsion or because somebody is depending on me.
- I can’t tell people who are bothering me to stop bothering me. I’m scared of hurting their feelings. And I end up getting hurt or taken for granted in the bargain.
- I love my independence and believe in ‘Live and let live’. Anybody who breaks that code of conduct is out of my life.
- I lose interest very fast. And that includes things, activities, people, places… There has to be novelty. Status quo bothers me.
- I love rock, little bit of pop, loads of old hindi music, ghazals. I can’t stand hiphop or trance.
- I love riding bikes.
- I don’t like air-conditioning.
I am an Extroverted Lifelong Learning Tree Hugger
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
1. Last beverage: TEA
2. Last phone call: MERU CABS
3. Last text message: MANOHAR
4. Last song you listened to: DELHI, FROM DELHI 6
5. Last time you cried: LAST SUNDAY
HAVE YOU EVER...
6. Dated someone twice: YES
7. Been cheated on: OH YES
8. Kissed someone and regretted it: NOPE
9. Lost someone special: YES
10. Been depressed: SEVERAL TIMES
11. Been drunk and thrown up: ONCE, AND HATED MYSELF FOR IT
IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
12. Made new friends: LOTS OF THEM
13. Fallen out of love: YES
14. Laughed until you cried: OFTEN
15. Met someone who changed you: YES
16. Found out who your true friends were: SADLY, YES
17. Found out someone was talking about you: DON’T KNOW
18. Kissed anyone on your friends list: YES :)
19. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: ALMOST ALL
20. How many kids do you want to have: TWO
21. Do you have any pets: NONE NOW
22. Do you want to change your name: NEVER
23. What did you do for your last birthday: SPENT IT WITH MY PARENTS IN PUNE
24. What time did you wake up today: 8.30
25. What were you doing at midnight last night: TALKING ON THE PHONE
26. Name something you CANNOT wait for: TO LEAVE MUMBAI
27. Last time you saw your father: 24 APRIL 2009
28. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: NOTHING… WHAT I’VE DONE TILL DATE HAS GOT ME HERE. AND I LOVE IT!
29. Most visited webpage: FACEBOOK
30. What's your name: SONALI
31. Nicknames: (gulp) SHONU, MAU, ILANOS
32. Relationship Status: SINGLE
33. Zodiac sign: PISCEAN
34. Male or female or transgendered: FEMALE
35. Elementary: ABHINAV
36. School: ISN’T THAT THE SAME AS ABOVE
37. Colleges: FERGUSSON, SYMBIOSIS
38. Hair colour: BLACK
39. Long or short: SHORT
40. Height: 5’5”
41. Do you have a crush on someone? MAYBE
42. Ever been in love? LOTS OF TIME, I THINK :)
43. Piercings? YES
44. Tattoos? NOT YET
45. Righty or lefty: RIGHTY
46. First surgery: ON MY CHIN, WHEN I WAS 4-5 YEARS OLD
47. First piercing: EAR, AS A CHILD
48. First best friends: URMILA AND ANJALI, IN COLLEGE
49. First sport you loved: NOT MUCH INTO SPORTS, BADMINTON, PERHAPS?
50. First pet: ROCKY, OUR ALSATIAN
51. First vacation: ORISSA, 1984
52. First concert: REMO FERNANDES, PUNE, 1991-92
53. Eating: LUNCH
54. Drinking: WATER
55. I'm about to: LOSE MY PATIENCE WITH MEEBO.COM
56. Listening to: THE SOUNDS AND MULTIPLE CONVERSATIONS IN OFFICE
57. Waiting for: EVERYBODY TO GATHER FOR LUNCH
58. Want kids: YES
59. Want to get married: YES, BUT ONLY IF I FIND THE RIGHT GUY
60. Careers in mind: TRAVEL WRITER, ANIMAL CARETAKER, DOG TRAINER, EXPLORER
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
61. Lips or eyes: EYES
62. Hugs or kisses: BOTH
63. Shorter or taller: TALLER
64. Older or Younger: BOTH
65. Romantic or spontaneous: BOTH
66. Nice stomach or nice arms: ARMS
67. Sensitive or loud: DEFINITELY SENSITIVE
68. Hook-up or relationship: RELATIONSHIP OF COURSE
69. Trouble maker or hesitant: TROUBLE-MAKER, JUST LIKE ME :)
70. Kissed a stranger: NOT YET
71. Lost glasses/contacts: DON’T WEAR THEM
72. Sex on first date: NAAH
73. Broken someone's heart: DON’T KNOW
74. Had your own heart broken: SEVERAL TIMES
75. Been arrested: NEVER
76. Turned someone down: YES, AND FELT MISERABLE FOR DOING SO
77. Cried when someone died: YES, ALONE
78. Liked a friend that is a girl: NOPE
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
79. Yourself: ABSOLUTELY!
80. Miracles: DO HAPPEN SOMETIME
81. Love at first sight: NO
82. Heaven: IS RIGHT HERE
83. Santa Claus: I WORK IN ADVERTISING :)
84. Kiss on the first date: YES
85. Angels: MY FAMILY AND CLOSE FRIENDS
LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS
90. On Internet since: 1996
91. Video Game I like: DON’T ENJOY VIDEO GAMES
92. Left Alone: I PONDER, I SING, I DANCE
93. Is there one person you want to be with right now: NO
94. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time: NEVER
95. Wanted to kill some one ever: YES
96. Among you blog mates, whom would you like to kiss: NO NAMES :)
97. Committed a blunder and regretted later: YES, OFTEN
98. Wanted to steal you friend's boyfriend / girlfriend: YES, GUILTY OF THE THOUGHT ONCE
99. Wanted to run away from your loved ones in anger, because they didn’t listen: YES100. Posting this as 100 Truths: ABSOLUTELY
Monday, January 14, 2008
Tad melodramatic, wasn’t that? Especially when the object of my affection is not some charming hunk, but our deal ole Maruti Van. Sorry to disappoint you, dear reader. Been with us since I was a kid, we finally decided to give it a fond farewell last month. Long past its prime, long past its originally planned date of retirement.
There’s a lot our sky-blue van was witness to. It used to be five of us then… aai, baba, Uday (my brother), rocky (our Alsatian) and me. Earlier, it would be just baba taking me and Uday on our Bajaj scooter wherever we went – Chanakya for movies, Nirula’s for our junk-food addiction initiation, trips to Palika Bazaar, Connaught Place, Karol Bagh for an assortment of children-to-adult clothing and accessories purchases, including my still-not-gone fascination for dolls. But with the van, suddenly the concept of ‘all of us’ came to life, again.
I could write pages after pages after pages about the many happenings with the van, but that would bore you guys. So, I’ll pick what is most memorable.
Like the jaunts to Gopinath Bazaar (Delhi Cantonment). The mall syndrome was not even heard of in those days, forget about it being a syndrome. Shopping at a regular market would be the norm. So, anyway there we would be, all five of us, dressed for an evening out. Of course, we wouldn’t take rocky out on the streets. And of course, he wouldn’t be dressed either. He had a meaner task. He was to be the guardian of the van and all that was inside. Was fun watching people start if he poked his head out of the window or barked at anyone coming even a little close to ‘his’ car.
Or like the cold January winter morning when baba dropped and me and my friend in the van to Janpath when I had participated in the Republic Day Parade, 1987. Gosh that seems so long ago. More than 20 years back… Was a typical car journey. Nothing untoward happened. Wonder why I remember that day so vividly? Perhaps the sheer chill in the air. We had to reach Janpath at 6 in the morning. How DID I do it in those days.
Then there was the holiday to Himachal. Was fun, the drive up, and down, treacherous slopes. Unfortunately we missed the snow. Or did aai-baba plan it that way?
Talking of holidays, ask the family and I’m sure we all will unanimously agree that the 4-day leisurely trip from Delhi to Pune was by far the best time we’ve had together. With a liberal sprinkling of fights between me and my brother, of course. Rocky was long gone by then. So luckily we had a window each.
On second thoughts, I wonder if aai-baba had as much fun. A sure-shot recipe for disaster is two adults and two wanna-be adults in the same car, for 4 full days. And there used to be no mobiles to play with, no discman either. Of course, we had our books. But our voracious appetite and rapid digestion of those at hand was only matched by our constant whine for sustenance. Of the edible kinds.
As I said before, I could go on forever, with each of us coming up with our own pet incidents. But that’s all gone now… sigh.
Today another vehicle has come to fill in the void. A Santro. Comfortable for five again. Did I tell you my brother is married now?
The best part about the Santro is that it’s my car… I bought it. Kind of compensates for the loss of the Van. Somewhat.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
I know my friends mean well when they tell me what to say and what to do. When they tell me to not be pro-active but reactive. To act cool and disinterested. I know they care. (They wouldn’t be my friends otherwise.) But I think sometimes it is important to do what you believe is right. It is important to follow your heart. More so in the matters of the heart. Just as you might have done a million times before. Just as your 'heart' tells you to do now. It’s only by doing its bidding have you got to where you are now. And it’s a darned good place, I must say.
If it’s a series of misfortunes and discomforts that must be braved to reach higher plane, so be it. If it is heartbreaks and soul-hurts that pave the way to genuine love, so be it. And if it means putting every bit of your emotions on the block, once again, to get it all, and more, back, so be it.
Trust, belief, love… all have to come from within, have to be a part of you, before you can expect them back. Give your love out to the world; open your heart; soar; fly; be free of worries, cares and fears. And only then can you experience, truly experience, the beauty and splendour of love.
Friday, October 05, 2007
So anyway, there I was, trudging out, heavy-lidded early in the morning. I actually half-sleep-walked to the bus stand and tumbled into my seat. The weather outside was a bit chilly and the AC bus did little to warm me. The nip in the air was surprising, considering Mumbai’s severe lack of a winter. But it was pleasant. Reminded me of my school days in Delhi’s winter. (Just thinking about them now in the warmth of home chills my bones.) How my brother and I would brave the cruel winter morning and wait at the stop for our ‘3-ton’. All you could see through the thick swirling fog were these two pale-yellow blobs – calling them beams of light would be an insult to Edison.
But I’m digressing. Let me come back to Mumbai. I usually fall asleep even before we’re out of Chembur. For some strange reason, which would get explained later, I could not sleep. I’d had less than 3 hours of shut-eye the previous night and I was as awake as an advertising person the night before the ‘big-client’ pitch.
The mist-erious reason became clear when I reached Chembur. It was like a mini hill station. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The buildings were completely fogged from the 7th floor upwards. Navi Mumbai was even better. The view from the bridge was breathtakingly mind-blowing. All I could see, partly, was the road ahead of us and thick, flowy mist on either side. Fields of soft, puffy cotton.
8 years in Mumbai and I have never seen something like this.
I looked around and saw everyone asleep. This beautiful, quiet moment belonged to me and only me. It was my moment, my special moment. Almost like something I’d been waiting for, something I’d been brought to that early in the morning. I craned my neck for as long as I could, trying to print the image on my mind to carry it with me eternally.
It seemed to last forever. Almost forever. The bus turned the corner at Belapur and all was lost from sight. Taken by the rising sun. Taken to a place where beautiful moments stay, waiting for its chance on earth once again.
When it does, I hope I’ll be there, once again. To see, to feel, to believe.
Mist-i-cism in Mumbai. Rare.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I loved the way the writer has described the ease in which we fall in love. At times, with that which is not attainable. We know it, and still we go ahead full-steam, knowing fully well that there is nothing but hurt and a deadend waiting for us ahead.
But let me not keep you any more. All of you out there who have loved and lost, who have seen the cruel side of love, who have vowed never to fall again, this goes out to you. This goes out to you, my dear friend, who rages within.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
Neil Gaiman: English born American Novelist, Journalist, Screenwriter, Children's Author, among many
To learn the first word
To unlatch a cage
And free a lovebird
To scrape an elbow
To stumble and fall
To drool in deep slumber
To see a waterfall
To hide behind a tree
To watch a shooting star
To feed a hungry kitten
To lick clean a jelly jar
To discover the hidden ego
To nurse a broken heart
To try and climb with balance
First time on a horse cart
To fall in love
In hope of nothing to gain
There’s always a first time
And then another again