Little Miss Innocent turns 22 :)

Today, I am looking forward to:

1. painting the town red
2. getting drunk
3. dancing all night
4. being asked "you and me babe .. how about it? ;)"
5. Eating chocolate cake with ice cream :D

but then, I look forward to many many things which never materialize when I want them to :|

To hell with it!

Happy Birthday to me! :)

Here comes the hot-stepper!

Time and again I have been proved wrong in thinking one thing .. that I might actually be able to dance! :|

If you scan my playlists on media player you will find one dedicated to dance music (mainly club, techno, a lil bit of reggae, hip-hop and salsa mixes) .. brimming with (I cannot guarantee the latest but) some really groovy tunes you can shake your booty to. Many have been surprised/shocked by this revelation. Getting jiggy may be encoded in my gray cells but somehow my body fails to decipher and execute it. :|

In the initial stages of growing up I used to be forced to dance with everyone at the weddings and birthday parties. The main, nay, the ONLY force behind all this was me mums (who loves to dance and is the life of every party). Well, this is one case where daughter unlike mother. (Oye! That was only for the dancing part, you jerk! I still am the life of the parteh in my own unique way :P)

Anyway, that era passed and I entered the teeny bopper stage, where I would be nagged again, by my contemporaries this time. But it proved to be more difficult. No amount of persuasion was going to make me put even my little foot finger on the dance floor. Not even the convincing look in the eyes of the cutest guy around .. not even when he tried to pull me up from where I was seated towards himself. (okay .. it was something like that :P) And I guess if that could not make me dance, nothing else ever would. But I suspect that happened only because it was much later that I realized the guy was totally hot. And yes, I regret that moment till this day :( If I meet him any day now, I definitely want a dance with him!

Anyway, moving ahead, it was a dormant period and nobody tried any stunts with me until the end-of-teens. By this time I had started to become a little open to the idea of shaking one’s body alongside total strangers united together for their common passion for dance (or whatever). And hence had quite a few groovy sessions. My favorite would be a particular rain dance and a phase of craziness at 2 am on a certain night (which i shall delve into later) ;) 

I don’t really like to move to the sounds of bolly and most Punjabi remixes. But it so happens that whenever I gather courage to show my in-ability, the DJ will promptly start belting out one of the many Punjabi remixes :| and now that I’m on the floor I can’t just move away and hence have to utilize my non-existent skills to gyrate to something I detest.

I’d really like to learn salsa .. that’s one of the things on my to-do-before-I-die list. I’ve been made an offer for the same by two different individuals on two different occasions. And this time, I am seriously going to consider them!

You’ve heard of bathroom singers. But I am a bathroom (actually, just my room) dancer. The status has actually risen from the mute spectator to “room” dancer to the courageous one trying to move on the dance floor. But hey, atleast now I am trying!

I think two/two-and-a-half drinks ought to prepare me to unleash the R-factor in DANCE (that’s right .. no R in dance hence I don’t think I can ever unleash that non-existent power of mine :|)

And, wherever he might be, I’d like that afore-mentioned guy to know

You broke my heart,
'Cause I couldn't dance.
You didn't even want me around,
And now I'm back, to let you know,
I can really shake 'em down.

I can mash-potato,
And I can do the twist.
Now tell me baby,
Do you like it like this? ;)

[Watch the whole thing here.]

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I think it is time I brought the R-factor into dance. Period.

je vous déteste :x

I hate you o zukaam.
I hate the way you make me feel.
Why do you have to affect me so??
I mean, what's the deal?! :O

You know I cannot stand you
and I certainly cannot sleep,
when all you do is trouble my nose
and cause sneezes that make me weep.

I wish you could find another prey
and leave me all alone,
so I can have all the frozen delights
and my favourite ice-cream cone.

My name is .. uh .. never mind :|

I have a lovely name .. Ruchi. Its short and sweet. The reason my mom chose a short name was that no one is ever able to mar the same, thereby, saving me from any embarrassments that might arise from twisted nicks!

But life was not to stop at that. Today, handful of people are just NOT ready to address me by my name. :| .. and this thankfully happens mostly on gtalk!

Let us begin with Gayatri, a.k.a, Pinky (:P :P). To her I am either bitch or biyatch. If she uses my name I instantly know something’s wrong with her.
So it’s always: bitch! Send me d pix! ; bitch! Wotcha doin? ; u bitch! How could you do that?! and this doesn’t stop at just gtalk .. it very well continues in real life also.

Next, one fine evening, I am christened kinksta (origin: kinky) by gayatri and shruti .. don't ask me for any dirty details :|

Now Gauri or miss G has this weird syndrome of nicknaming every individual she knows, never once calling them by their names. I call this the G syndrome.
So amongst both of us we have a range of nicks we use for others.
However, G loves being G and so she will not leave me out either!
So for her I am:
auntyyyyyyy
uncleeeeeee
jaanu
abbeyyyy
Oye!
And yes, kinky :|

We are also drama queens .. big ones at that. So our chosen form of addressing also includes:
karamjali
kalmuhi
behaya
besharam
badtameez!
And this she uses for both the sexes sans any transformation. (yes abhijit, I know what you’re going through!)

For a dearest friend I am her bhawra while she is my philower :| (it was totally her idea to take our relationship of best friends to another level :| )

There are some others who get a little out of hand and try their luck with:
babyyyyyyy
honeyyy
lowwe
dahling

chweetie pie
doll (egawds!)
what’s with you guys?! They’re meant to irritate me of course .. and well, I do it to people for the same reason! :D anyway, they are passé now.

A few others would be:
kudiye
sohniye ;)

bum
Picky fish! (courtesy my stat msg and my own temperament)

Other stuff that I have been called is, well, not appropriate to be disclosed here in public! :|

Out of all of the above I’d pick Picky fish to be my favorite.

But the best I have been called is ..... The Narcotic ..... because, apparently, I’m addictive! ;)