Saturday, October 27, 2007

Neighbour's envy owner's pride..!



A thing of beauty is a joy forever! :)

grow up!

If you qualify as an adult by age, and you behave like a kid, who needs to be pampered, whose tantrums need to be borne by one and by all (almost), and you don’t care if others like it this way or not, you like it this way, then know for a fact that you are a cause of irritation for most. They may not say it but look beyond and you will see the truth.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

I say a little prayer for you..!

Another one of my favourites..

The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you

While combing my hair, now
And wondering what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, forever, we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without youWould only be heartbreak for me

I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work, I just take time
And all through my coffee break-time
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, forever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me

I say a little prayer for you
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, forever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me

My darling, believe me
For me there is no one
But you ....

Friday, October 12, 2007

i can talk english i can walk english..!

Do you know your English? Excellent if you do, but sometimes all mortals, children of lesser God, whose first language is not English, get cornered by much more worthy, immortal fellow countrymen who don’t just speak English, but speak with an akhcent (oops!).. I mean accent! If they beat you in their prowess with the language, they feel more proud of a capability they were always proud of. You also don’t feel much as this apparently has always been their forte and never yours. But sometimes if an apparent equal (well almost) counterpart comes up with some strange sounding word that you have not heard of before, you doubt if it also exists, but something in your head says it does just that you don’t have a clue of what it means, there starts a turbulence in the head and it starts getting embarrassing. It is still okay if it was used in just a passing sentence, you can ignore and later on consult your dictionary. But if it is used in a question to you with seemingly this word carrying 75% of the question, the only prayer of the moment becomes ‘earth beneath you open that very moment and hide you inside’. In this kind of dead-end situation also, when there is a question thrown at you that you don’t understand, the last thing you want to do is to ask what it means. This would mean succumbing to the pressure and bloating the ego of someone who must have used that unfamiliar word to show you down, after all had it been a common word, you would have heard about it.
It takes me back to the time when I was in VII. It was Rajiv Gandhi’s birth anniversary and to commemorate the occasion there was a cross country organized in which some 20 odd schools were participating. There were 15 students from our school also to participate. This run was planned early morning. We went for it and ran the distance of 4 kms in a decent time, felt very good about ourselves and then went to school. We reached in time for the morning assembly, rather a little before that. In the assembly ground I met a senior who happened to be a friend also. She asked me, so anu how was the run! I was in josh anyway and told her it was a great experience. So her next question – wasn’t it drizzling?
Pardon me, I said.
Wasn’t it drizzling? She repeated her question. Drizzling? Was there any word like that? I had no idea what it meant. It sounded like what it means, but since I wasn’t sure, I didn’t want to take a chance and end up making a fool of myself. But otherwise also, I couldn’t just escape this question, what in the world was one supposed to do in a situation like this? Today, I know I would ask if I don’t know, but in those years it was an embarrassment to ask such things. It would be a clear proof that your language is not good enough, and this was impossible to be revealed. She was usually a sweet senior but today I could see her distorted side. She would have deliberately asked the question to prove a point..huh! I went through so many emotions in a fraction! Getting nowhere to go, and her eyes still fixed on my face waiting for answer, I answered – Drizzling? Oh drizzling! Drizzling..drizzling..drizzling..drizzling…! I started crooning this word, as if it was the latest number one in Cibaca sangeet mala! And then I chickened saying see you later, we are getting late for the assembly, I will join my line.
I think I didn’t give away, but still I was feeling stupid about myself. I mean crooning drizzling..drizzling.. I could have done something better, like changed the topic, or pretended to have spotted a bug on her head. Something else, anything else!
The day was saved. It has been almost 15 years since; the day is still fresh as a cucumber in my memory.
Now when we are on this topic I can not end this post without a mention of a school friend of mine who faced a similar, if not worse, situation. Since we are still in touch, and there are chances of some common friends reading this who don’t know of this incidence, I will change his name and save him from another round of embarrassment on the same incident. So his name for this post is changed to Jack. Mr Jack in his school days was a hit in his boy gang but was quite reserved when it came to girls. This story is of a time when he was in an all boys’ school and was happy being so. The only problem was there was a common bus from his colony to two schools, one was an all boys and the other an all girls. The first half of the bus was reserved for girls and the rear half for boys. One day these colony friends, who shared the same bus, happened to sit together in a park. In the middle of this conversation, one of the girls said you guys behave like hooligans in the bus. And then started a series of boys are best, girls are best. One of the girls sitting next to Jack, who he incidentally had a keen eye on without being able to tell her so, said with a blank face, Jack you were decent in the bus today. Mr Jack did not acknowledge it at all. He did not react to it. He didn’t know if this was a compliment or not. He did not know what “Decent” meant!!!!! He didn’t expect anyone to comment on him, and that to something of this nature. (Which nature Jack? :) ) But since there was a soft corner somewhere for this girl, and her expression didn’t seem to suggest something bad, he not knowing what to do, asked her with an equally blank face, tell me what was I doing that you said so (Smart move.. ‘decent’ guy..haha). She said ‘nothing, you were quiet’ and then he realized that probably this was a compliment. Didn’t say thanks because he could still go wrong! First thing after the park event, came back home and peeped into the dictionary and then finally heaved a sigh!
See, I told you it can get tough sometimes.