By the power vested in me!

DAY….. 23 April 2009

11.30am: woke up

12.30pm: Mission: VOTE!

onto the net to search for my voting booth address that I had seen days before on Jaagore.com

12.30 – 2.30pm: tried EVERY possible search combo to find out my record but no luck. (I was damn sure I had seen it a few days earlier but had forgotten to save it :| )

2.30 – 4.00pm: gave up .. did some tp .. had lunch

4.00pm: back onto the net for comix and stuff :D

4.15pm: found a new site to search for voter’s record (http://punecongress.com/html/votersearch.aspx) .. meanwhile entered one more search combo onto jaagore’s search app

Voila! My record appeared on both search apps!

But yeh kya .. where the hell is this booth now!

4.15 – 4.30pm: frantic calls to everyone I know to ask for the directions.

4.35pm: BINGO! Last name on my list gave me the directions. Ran out of the house while still on call .. no rick available and it’s a 15 min walk :(

4.37pm: start to walk .. saw a friend coming back home on the bike .. frantic calls to him .. three words uttered .. ‘Need to Vote!’ .. one Q asked .. ‘where’

Guided him all the way to there.

4.43pm: at the gates of my voting booth. 17 min left .. still time! Aah!

4.45 – 4.50: searched all possible lists lying on the table (while fighting the crowd that wasn’t cooperating). Couldn’t find my name :(

Arrey aise kaise .. I am NOT gonna give up .. asked the mamu to look if any more lists were remaining .. and voila .. one last list comes out from under the table! And there it is! :D

4.52 – 4.55pm: note down the number .. run to find the room I have to vote in .. oh man .. just realized it’s the last one! Ran like crazy.

4.55pm: there I am .. 1 more person ahead of me .. show my number .. show my identity card .. get the ink mark on my left hand’s finger .. the person ahead of me is done voting .. I am asked to go ahead and cast mine too .. wow .. there are soooo many goddamn parties with weirdest of symbols .. spot the candidate I want to vote for ..

4.57pm: cast my maiden vote as a responsible citizen of India! :D

Dunno about you all but it was exhilarating .. was proud to have exercised my right! :D

And I’d like to think, that with that last vote, I probably tipped the vote scale thereby making my chosen candidate win! ;-)

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.

CUT LOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D

Finished with the lasht theory paper of my engineering course today!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

had a few laughs with the gang in college after the paper .. had a few rolls on my way home .. some new roll house has opened up near my place .. but the rolls weren't upto the mark .. some pals planned a club night tonight .. and guess who didn't go?? hmph!
so much for finishing off the 39th written exam of engineering!!!!! :x

Anyway .. came home .. saw Bheja Fry (its a movie .. for all u ignorant bachhas) .. really really awesome movie!! i lowwwed it :D
then hogged like a pig .. then here i am .. online .. just finished sending daddy a budday e-card AND a father's day e-card .. his budday's tomorrow and for the phusht time he isn't here with us :( .. i am missing him  :( ................ couldn't even get through to him on his cell ..... i think he isn't back from the museum yet ..... ohh he's in Germany btw and he went to the Mercedes benz museum in Stuttgart today!!!!! :)

Anyway .. i already have a lotta blog drafts lined up .. let us see how many get to see the light of your eyes ;)
and i have 6 paperbacks lined up for me to read .. and some more online books .. and lotsa movies to be seen
BUTTT .. phusht and foremost i need to go SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need everything new!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't u think i deserve it?? ;)

Of Small Hours and Little Wonders!

In the end

We will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate.
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain.

Its pretty ironical that I came across this song exactly the day I was reminiscing about the days gone by .. leaving me with a weirdly nice kind of feeling which is inexplicable.

It’s a track sung by Rob Thomas (of Matchbox 20 fame) for the movie Meet the Robinsons (an animation).

The “small hours” and the “little wonders” that Rob croons about are what constituted of happYness for me in the past week. These were the hours I spent with my friends, both old and new. And my "life was made" in "those twists and turns of fate". ;-)

In retrospect last week was probably the best week of my life in the past few months. I spent quality time with 3 of the most amazing conversationalists I have ever come across (with 2 of them being extremely close friends of mine). And these well spent “small hours” will probably see me through tough times that I may have to face in a few days. It’s always nice to know that there are people out there who genuinely care for you and would go to any lengths to help you out in distress.

They will lecture you about what a shitpiece of a wimp you are, how naïve you are, how unreasonable you are being and the very next moment they will be churning out master plans to bail you out of any dire straits that arise.

I just want to thank these people (you know who you are) who were kind enough to grant me my very own “small hours” and “little wonders”. I love you guys! :D

PS: the link to the song stands corrected!