Smoky Cyanide

Here's what Arnold's Cyanide idea and my artistic skills result in :)

Enjoy madi!

bah!!

why is no one commenting on my new comic strip?? :(
people are no longer reading my blog!! :( readers o readers! where art thou??
Arnoldo! No one understands Cyanide like we do! :(
To hell with the majority! We love Cyanide :D

PS: yes yes .. i will do your Cyanide ideas too!! not "do them" but doodle them :P alrighty Arnoldo? :P

Cyanide and Me!

Kindly click on the picture to maximize! :)

Taggy tagged!

I was tagged loooong back .. but felt like doing it only today.

So here goes.................

1. Last movie seen in a theatre:

21 -- all about blackjack and mon-eigh! i love mo-neighhhh!

2. What book are you reading?:
50 companies that changed the world - damn ..i had to return it to the library today :|

3. Favourite board game:
chinese checkers and monopoly - i told u .. i love mo-neigh!

4. Favourite magazine:
that's easy .. Reader's Digest

5. Favourite smells:
I like aromas! not smells!

6. Favourite sound: the thump in hip hop music

7. Worst feeling in the world:
to know that he/she is never coming back (and no .. its not all about boyfriends or girlfriends)

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
need sleep :(

9. Favourite fast food place:
Mommy's Kitchen .. she cooks up soooper fast!! and soooooper tasty!

10. Future child’s name:
I think I will just call the kid "specimen A" .. and then when the kid's 16, will let him/her choose what he/she wants .. how's that?

11. Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…” :
Travel. Read. Eat. Write. Photograph.

12. Do you drive fast?
Mum thinks yes, dad says m too slow .. i think m just fine people!

13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
No.

14. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
i dont eat broccoli.

15. Storms - Cool or Scary?
neither

16. If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?
streaks of blue, then purple, then burgundy .. and when i have no excitement in life, I shall get some shocking pink too.

17. Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:
Delhi, Gurgaon, Nasik, Indore, Pune, Mysore

18. Favourite sports to watch:
figure skating, skate boarding.

19. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:
Pragmatic...... wayyyyyyyy tooooooooo pragmatic.

20. What’s under your bed?
nothing .. i think there's a folding bed tho.

21. Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Yes indeed! Just wid a different course to take in life.

22. Morning person or night owl?
me be an Afternoon person! Afternoon people rule!

23. Over easy or sunny side up?
sunny side up.

24. Favorite place to relax:
my room

25. Favorite ice cream flavor:
Chocolate. But I would like to maintain that I like every flavor ice cream!

26. You pass this tag to –
whoever is willing to take it.

27. Among people you tag, who do you think is going to respond the fastest?
let's see!

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:(

"They say you cry when you are full of joy.
But today I cry in pain."
                                                             - RT

It has been a really frustrating day. I didn't know Fridays could screw you like it did today.
I thought Fridays were everyone's friend! But its been a fiend to me.

I feel lost .. feel a loss .. a loss far greater than it seems to others.
Despite the fabulous appraisal today, I feel I have failed somewhere. This was not supposed to happen.
I was supposed to live a very fulfilling and fruitful life. 

Yes, I know I am not dead yet. But someday I will be. And on that day, just moments before I head to the other world, I don't want to regret this loss.

"Someone snatched my drug away,
And now its price I have to pay."
                                                 - RT

It's not that hard to imagine.

So here I am .. standing at the bus stop .. waiting for the uncomfortable vehicle to come pick me up for work at 7.30 am .. my colleague Craig starts talking about one of his projects .. and about his onsite manager .. the work relates to Bank of Switzerland ..

Craig: I don't know why I always end up calling it Bank of Scotland instead of Bank of Switzerland!?

me: maybe coz deep down u can feel scotland calling u..... bagpipes start playing .. scottish bagpipers in kilts surround the scene .. the scottish winds blow all the way to you and coo softly in ur ears only to entice u into flying away with them ..... to the faaaaar away land of Scots!

Craig: er .. its coz the onsite manager is scottish and my name is of scottish origin .. atleast that's what she said!

me: phew... That was deep!

Craig: stares at the long road behind us .. as though lost in reverie .. scottish reverie?

i know ...... here comes the bus da ..

and we both climb into the damned and massive container .. heady from the all the morning talk and not enigma playing on our iPods.

PS: For those who didn't understand the connection between the comic strip and the above episode .. well .. I am not explaining it!!

Being serious.

Yesterday was the Independence Day. How is one supposed to feel? Liberated? Free-spirited? Unconstrained? Footloose?

I feel wasted .. useless and wasted .. and no, I am NOT drunk :|

I have no sense of purpose and have still not found my calling.

Exactly 2 weeks from now I will be 2 days into the training on my new job. There is seemingly a lot to do. But I just don't feel like doing it.

Today, most of my time is devoted to the net, movies and music. And to say that I am done being idle and with nothing serious to do would be an understatement. Just how many movies can a person watch for sixty eight consecutive days??

My energy reserves are not being utilized in ways I would appreciate.

I have always been a restless person. I always need something or the other to keep me occupied. And satisfaction is what I have related to the phrase being serious. As long as I am serious about whatever I do, I have felt content. But ever since the last of engineering exams was over I stopped caring about anything. I have had the same pathetic routine to be followed religiously every single day of my pre-work break. I do nothing I can call worthwhile.

So, basically, my vacation is really getting to me! I have lost all seriousness in whatever I do. :| and its NOT a nice feeling. Even though I have been subjected to so many changes lately, it seems like nothing would motivate me. I just wouldn't charge into action any longer and give it all I have. Or maybe dealing with my changed status quo is the cause for all this!

Whatever it is, I do not like it. Maybe I do need that round of drinks I am always being offered. And I would like to be serious again. Seriously! :|

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! ;)

So beta .. what is it that you do? ;)

Okay .. so I never intended to do this post but I have nothing better to do and miss G has been pushing me to blog about something/anything.

Ever since I was a little kid I have loved huge gatherings .. be it weddings (the kind you have in Delhi), dinners, lunches/brunches. The idea is to have, great food of course, and a lot of people around who know how to have a good time :) However, times change and suddenly you are not a little kid anymore. You realize that you are nearing that dreadful stage .. the marriageable age (or THE age).

Then you also realize that such family gatherings serve other not-so-nice purposes.

Now picture this:

A lavish affair going on somewhere in the suburbs of Delhi (yes I love that place and cannot stop mentioning it in almost every post of mine!!) lets make it a dinner parteh .. I love dinners :D .. and its someone’s wedding anniversary. So there are a lot of people present .. most know each other .. and those of you who don’t need not fret .. by the end of the evening you will have gotten acquainted with atleast 5 couples .. the number might increase if you have kids of THE age. However, the number is also subject to availability.

You will find several groups of women .. lets call them “The Social Butterflies” (TSB).

Now enter a young eligible bachelor. He’s just an average guy .. not a stunner and definitely not the don’t-show-me-your-face kinds. Just a normal guy called Kabir (no I don’t know any Kabir .. I just happen to like the name)And one of the TSBs mentions that Kabir is an engineer (hmm .. an engineer! I wonder what’s his package…) Every lady within the radius of 10feet will start inching closer to hear what more she has to say.And so, before the night ends EVERY lady in the house will know:

• His name
  
• His parents' name
  
• His profession
  
• His parents' profession
  
• Rest of his family members
  
• Clandestine affairs, if applicable
  

And what are some mums thinking?

Mum 1 (has a daughter in 2nd year): Kabir makes it to her list of bachelors-to-be-considered-after-some-time-has-passed

Mum 2 (has a daughter in final year): aaahh! She tries to get introduced to him and his parents and before they know it they have been invited to dinner the very next day.

Mum 3 (has a daughter older to Kabir): enquires if he has eligible AND older brothers.

And dads are normally not bothered about all this.

The same goes for a gal (of THE age) .. let’s call her Ria .. an average girl .. but since this is a gala dinner she has taken special care in dressing herself up .. so basically she is one of the many showstoppers treading the grounds. The same situation repeats (as was with Kabir). Additionally, the ladies will also scrutinize her: walk, talk, expressions, ensemble, make-up, accessories, hair, footwear .. everything to the last detail!

And don’t you HATE it when women do that? They'll do it everywhere .. at parties, on morning/evening walks, in restrooms at a multiplexes/malls .. Literally check you out! Ugghh .. I’d rather be checked out by a stunner with brains and etiquettes! And this I speak on behalf of both the sexes!

All this while when you met new people and your parents got you introduced to some kids it was just so that you could have some company and leave them to have a great time sans you. But NOW (THE age) when they introduce you to someone (read guy/girl .. and mums will do that only if she approves of him/her) you know where its heading!

Well, if you’re interested you’ve hit jackpot, else, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

1 AM and lack of entertainment!

An excerpt of a text chat with my lowwe! ;)

Gau baby .. we have elevated from pardners in crime to poets in rhyme!

GP: kya kar rahi hai

me: intezaar

GP: kiska?

me: ki kab aayega mera sapno ka rajkumar
jis se karti hoon main pyaar
aur mujhe abhi chalani hai meri car
so that i can drive upto the nearesht bar
called "highway shtar"
and order an apple martini baar baar
:D

GP: and then teri maa kar degi tere liye band tere ghar ka dwaar

me: agar main pahunchi wapas subah baj ke chaar
;)

GP: tu reh jayegi fir life mein banke bekaar

me: haan .. waise bhi bekaar ban ne ke bahane hain hazaar

GP: baat to hain dumdaar
aur tumko bhi hain ikraar
kya tumhare dil aur dimaag GPin ho rahi hain takraar?

me: haan .. kyunki main hu sun ne ko bekaraar

GP: fikar na karo... hum bhi hain dildaar

me: toh kya tumse kar lu main aankhen chaar?
and forget the rajkumar?

GP: pehle jaa ke aau...jamna paar

me: yeh shame kyu yaar?

GP: aur proove karke batao ki P = I square R

me: kya hoga agar main gayi haar?!

GP: tum nahi harogi...tum to ho samajhdaar

me: shayad yahi hai geeta ka saar!

GP: ab maan jaao humari baat... na karo inkaar

me: uthao apne hathyar

GP: ho jaao tayyaar

GP: kyunki shayad tumhe finally ho gaya hai pyaar
ab kaun hai woh yaar...jise tumne banaya dildaar?

me: uske paas toh hai daaru ka bhandaar
jis se main kamei hu pyaar
par khabardaar!
mat koshish karna humare beech dalne ko deewaar!
nahi toh bhej denge tumhe to a land which is faaaaaaaar
jahan milega khaane ko bas pyaaz aur achaar :P

GP: issse pehle ki tum humein kahi bhejo... hum ho jayenge faraar

me: :P
toh goodnite, shubhratri, shabba khair mere yaar!
;)

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?? ;)

Gtalk is a BITCH!! :x

It makes you an addict.
It makes you lose your sanity.
It keeps you online for hours together.
It makes you change your display pic @ of 4 pix per 10 seconds.
It tricks you in every possible way there is!! :(
It blinds you completely.


That's Gtalk for you people!


How to know you're a gtalk addict?? (I "discovered" it today .. and I won't call it serendipity : for it wasn't, in the least, pleasant!)
So I was online and a pal had the following status message displayed:

glisten glisten!!

Now for the test. How would you read it??



Normal people will read it as .. yes yes .. glisten - as in shine like a wet or polished surface.



Thank the heavens if THAT'S how you read it.



Gtalk addicts will, however, beg to differ .. they view the above as: glisten glisten :



Yes .... you got that right ..... I was the one who saw the unseeable..... :(

PS: If any of you visiting this page are gtalk addicts .. please say aye .. 'coz I feel ostracized :(

From worse to verse.....

Ask me not why this piece has been put into writing ..... Truth is, I do not know myself.


It is a shaky ground where she stands,
The road ahead is not one less travelled.
Yet a panic grips her so tight.....
Unsure of all the vigour
that every mortal thought she was blessed with,
that effervescence, that confidence
which had kept her alive,
All sublimed like it never existed.....

Her soul curses her heart, her whole self.
Yes! Her soul curses her today.
The little voice in her head
implores her to let go,
but it is not easy to do so.

With no will of her own
she seems to be possessed by an unknown force.
Palpitations of the heart and her ceasing breath,
The answer, it seems, lies in her death.
Letting her die, I wish, hard it wouldn't be,
But at the end of the day
I am her, she is me.

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!

Fate strikes back! ;)

Referring to a couple of posts back I'd like to let everyone know .. fate DOES exist!! I had my proof yesterday! ;)

No matter how many plans you make OR alternatively avoid making any plans .. if something has to happen it sure as hell happens!
Fate is pretty adjustable you see .. it will fit perfectly with your day's schedule .. any time, any place .. any where.

However, there are instances when it has a screwed up sense of timing!! Just like yesterday :|
Everything was PERFECT! Yet a minor detail had been overlooked! So it wasn't quite like I had anticipated.

But the Q now is .. if fate DID bring things together but not to the extent you would have liked .. do YOU then take the next steps?? or do you wait for fate to strike .. again?!

Calling you.....

You guys HAVE TO hear this!
Came across the song accidentally and it's amongst my favourite ones at this moment! :-)
Enjoy people! :-)

Murphy's law personified!!

"Anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment"

The blown up version of the incurable gash:

Why me God?? Why???!! :(