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Beete Lamhe...

As we step into the new year, here’s a quick personal recap of the highlights in the decades gone by… 1985 – Graced the Rathi household on July 23rd; made this planet a better place.1987 – Joined the Abhinava fraternity as an entrant in Mini kg. (Can’t remember much about this phase, but my report cards and pictures look adorable, so I was obviously a wonder child.)1991 – Enrolled in the first standard at Abhinava Primary School in June. Started the Academic Excellence award-winning series, and went on to stand first (or next to first) in class every year until Std 7. Did not win the scholarships in std 4 and 7 though, and felt quite depressed, but did become Head Prefect in std 7 to close primary school years with a bang. Fairly morose times now and then, but overall a pleasant phase.1998 – High school years, quite merry. Started discovering myself. Learnt a little German, and started cycling to school. 2000 – My first trip abroad ever, courtesy Abba-Ammi. Visited Africa and enjoyed …

Jingle Bell Time!!

Season’s greetings!!Those of you who’re painting the town, country and world red by vacationing around the globe… I envy you.Those of you who’re stuck here like me, voluntarily or involuntarily… Get a life!! LOL. Just kidding. Christmas, to me, means holidays and Santa Claus. Of course, I enjoy looking at the decorations that people put up, and I relish the snacks and sweets that signal a festival. But, I never really dug deep into the culture and traditions. Here’s some trivia for you and me! Hope you enjoy reading it!I was wondering what "The Twelve Days of Christmas" meant. I kinda knew it was a song, a Christmas carol, in fact, but I did not know what it stood for. While the English carol enumerates a series of increasingly grand gifts given on each of the twelve days of Christmas, the actual 12 days of Christmas is the period between Dec 25 and Jan 5, and this period is also known as Christmastide and Twelvetide. These twelve days and nights are celebrated in widely v…

YOU... El Perfecto

Perfect men don’t exist… or so everyone says.It’s true that people appear perfect when you know them a little, and then once you get closer, their flaws and vices seem enormous and unbearable. So much so that you wonder how and why you’d found that individual “tested and ok” just for you… “Tujhe zameen pe bulaya gaya hai mere liye” types…It’s happened to me. Being charmed and then disenchanted. It happens to everybody. That’s what makes us human, the ability to feel different things for the same person at different times. But you…You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever known. It’s amazing to know you.I would be lying if I said that you’ve got it all – mindblowing genius, stunning looks, great pedigree, all the success, luxuries and money in the world. But your attractiveness, simplicity, honesty, humour, sensitivity, capability and decency more than make up for what’s not excellent. When you smile, your eyes glistening with mirth like an innocent child, I forget everything that is…

Read-a-holic Bliss

“I never asked her to. I expected her to do it on her own. I wanted her to make that decision without my prompting her. When she didn’t, I was hurt and even angry with her. It is only now that I realise how foolish I was. I never told her how much I needed her. It seemed like admitting to a weakness. My face can wear any emotion except that of a needy man.”

Thus ends a spectacular journey, Anita Nair’s “Mistress”Can’t keep myself from sharing some more lines that held me spellbound…“There is nothing wrong in making a mistake and admitting it. But it is unpardonable to continue making that mistake.”“If he can live with himself, who am I to condemn what he’s doing?”“What can I say to make you feel better? Perhaps it is best that I don’t make you feel better. If you are angry, you will hurt less.”

For those of you who’d like to savor some more “Mistress”-isms, click here.
The impressive lines that strike a chord are posted, to read and to enjoy…


Reading is such a beautiful thing. It whisks …

And now when I know why...

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I stood there in the rain. Waiting for you.You never came.With my every raindrop, I could sense increasing panic.
Where were you?
Were you all right?
Did you lose your way?
Would you come late as usual?The shower brought anxiety, but no answers.As the breeze ruffled the lace on my dress, I thought about how defiant you had seemed when I spoke about us ending this relationship. Our families would never agree to the union, I’d said, it was futile. You looked at me, willing me to take back my words. I didn’t. And you vowed to make me yours no matter what happened.Secretly, I rejoiced. Your passion and need for me made me feel wanted and prized. Special beyond my wildest dreams. But outwardly, I just stared into your deep brown eyes and sighed. It was going to be one hell of a struggle. “We’ll win, don’t you worry, my sunshine”, you said calmly.Just as calmly as I’d packed my haversack this evening.I couldn’t say we hadn’t tried. We’d both done our best. But then, I already knew it was not go…

Que tal ?!!

Hola amigos! Como estais?(= Hello friends! How are you’all? And que tal is wassup?!!)All right, all right… I know I’ve turned into one lazy, boring bum… All my blogs contain are book reviews, stories about romance or heartbreak, and a few odd bits in between.I’m sorry. I’ve just had no time to do anything else these last few weeks (months?)My days are tumbling into each other, and trust me when I say that I have been doing little else apart from what my routine dictates… Which basically means work 10 hours a day between Monday and Friday, spend half the remaining time on Facebook, and divide the other half among activities like reading books, watching TV (barely), sleeping, yakking on the phone, listening to music, going for my Spanish class, watching movies and hanging out with a select bunch of buddies.Ahem, sounds like a lot when I jot it down, but doesn’t mean it ain’t predictable.Soooo… that’s how it is… And while I have no dearth of fun, I sure have my work cut out on a daily ba…

Now reviewing …

“I’m not twenty-four…I’ve been nineteen for five years…” by Sachin Garg, the author of “It’s First Love”.Thus proclaims the cover of the second book I received to review by Blogadda last week. (Thanks, Harish and team. Awesome initiative!!)I’ve never heard of “It’s First Love” and I have no clue about Sachin Garg. My hopes were not too high, given that the genre was fiction (read chic-flick), and most small-time/new authors tend to have very limited imagination and vocabulary.Sounds biased and discriminating? Well, it actually paves the perfect way for me to be pleasantly surprised. Alas, this was not that time… Like the first book I got from Blogadda - “The Ineligible Bachelors” by Ruchita Misra – it was a fairly decent effort. While not on my list of top 50 reads, it was certainly not a complete waste of time.But let’s talk about “I’m not 24…” now.Garg has gone to great measures to title…

Secrets Untold

Smith wed Veena a little before his 33rd birthday.He had broken up with Elena, his girlfriend for 7 years, a year ago. They made a lovely couple, Elena and he, everyone had said. But not everything is meant to last. Time had brought Smith and Elena together, and it was time that had driven them apart. So much so, that the last time they had met, there was nothing common between them, nothing to talk about.They used to chat for hours earlier, spend days in each other’s company, talking about their agreeable married life together. And it had all vanished. Without a trace. Memories lingered, but they fade with time. As both had discovered. If not truly discovered, at least forcefully convinced themselves.He thought her stubbornness was to blame. She said it was not exciting anymore to be with him.Whatever the trigger, Smith and Veena were now pronounced man and wife.Did Smith love his spouse as much he had Elena?How did it matter? They weren’t together anymore – said Elena’s friends.Elen…

The Most Eligible Bachelor(ette)

No, I aint her.Don’t wana be either.Can’t deal with all the compromises and pretensions that come with being the most “eligible”.The expectations that people in the community have are endless, and to live up to each one of them is downright impossible.It’s amusing how a woman is asked to “adjust” and “give in” when a male suitor comes her way, but the guy is free to reject if the girl does not match up to his hopes and ideas.Hypocrisy to the core!This coming from people who are well-educated and worldly-wise… Haa! Joke of the decade, eh? Make it century… millennium even.All of us by now are aware that guys can gallivant and philander all they want with so called “bad” and “modern” girls, but when looking out for a spouse, they go by what their mummies and aunties, uncles and daddies say. The guy might drink and smoke like there’s no tomorrow, but when they assess a girl, she has to be pure vegetarian and dress traditionally.WTF?Given, quite a few men and families are now quite “libera…

Hearts of Gold

Some meet none.I’m lucky to have met more than a few in my lifetime.Don't need a thank you day to say this, I'm thankful for them every moment (even when I'm pissed with them!)Say hullo to these abso-flippin-lutely fantastic folks... Not mentioned in any specific order.
Each of them are unique and special and incomparable.
Dr. Satish Pandit – The bestest doctor ever. He practices Ayurveda, which a lot of people scoff at, and quite a few swear by. Honestly, to me, it makes no difference coz he’s got a magical hand. This wizard can delightfully and effortlessly set right anything that’s not right. He’s not crude and heartless like some other physicians I see, know or hear about. His smiling face heals half the trouble, and his medicines do the rest. He’s one of the nicest people I’ve met in life, I think I’m blessed to know him. He’s got an answer for everything that aches your body and mind, and he knows the remedy for every malady, be it a simple cold or the most severe illn…

The (In)eligible Bachelors

First of all, thanks Harish and the BlogAdda team for sending me this book to review as part of their varied initiatives. It's a fab idea, methinks. Spread the hobby and cheer, and get reviews in return. What wouldn't I do to get a full-time job of enjoying the finer things in life - eating out at swanky joints, traveling to exotic locales, reading millions of books, AND being paid for my opinion!! Swooooon...

Ahem. Pardon my flight of fantasy.

The (In)eligible Bachelors by Ruchita Misra (RM, for the sake of brevity) is (fortunately and may I add, surprisingly) fairly good book. It's not outstanding, it's certainly not a drag, and possibly the best way to describe it would be genuine and interesting. No pretensions, and absolutely no claims to being revolutionary - the book is a quick and engaging read.
The author profile caught my interest, quite a ticking brain this pretty damsel's got; she’s an MBA and triple gold medallist from IIFT Delhi. Neat, eh? The thank you…

You got the Look...

I look at you… and I see you looking right back at me.Does it fluster me?
Not at all.
Well, maybe.
Yes, actually. It kinda does. Coz I see so many things in your eyes.
Pain. Coz you miss me.Jealousy. When you see someone else sharing a laugh or heart to heart with me.Yearning. Coz you know things would seem better no matter how bad they really are, had I been by your side.Frustration. Coz you think I cannot see your loneliness.Anger. Coz you think your misery gives me joy.Revengefulness. Coz you want me to suffer and feel what you’re feeling.
I do. I totally see what you’re going through.
You always knew I knew what you thought and felt.I still do.
And I know you force yourself to hate and ignore me.And it doesn’t work.
And that bugs you probably a little more than the fact that I seem so blissfully unaware and merry in my own life.
You detest me for being happy.You resent me for not being with you.
You gave me no choice.You pushed me away.
So many times.In so many ways.
I just had no other opt…

What's Up !!

All fiction and no personal update make Life… a dull blogAnd hence, I present to you what I’ve been upto over the last few days… (Weeks? Ahem.)Now where do I begin? When I completed a year at IBM? (May this year.)
The catastrophe that shook me several months ago taking the form of my Lasik surgery at the jerk Darak’s clinic? (July 2011)
Or my Ladakh trip in August? I think good times make great beginnings. So Ladakh trip it is. You’ve no doubt seen the many snaps on Facebook and the multiple posts on Leh-Ladakh that I shared for the benefit of hundreds of travel enthusiasts. I must say this again at the risk of sounding redundant, you MUST visit this destination. It’s marvellous. And completely mind-blowing.September kicked in with a bang – Ganesh Chaturthi brings a cheer to entire humanity.I voluntarily chose to give up non veg cuisine for the 10 days that Ganapati lives with us, but then, anything for Lord Ganesha. He’s after all, granted me everything without my explicit requesting, …