Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The BIG apple is too tempting to resist. The fascination started at a really young age when everyone spoke about the people inhabiting the fascinating world in hushed tones. I remember reading a book called Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll and I imagined myself being a part of it.
Just being free.
It’s a lifetime dream to be part of that world where everything may be possible. People pour in to the BIG Apple to have a whirlwind romance, never mind the unseen end, or to build a career or just to live life to the fullest.
As I grew up, my fascination with the fruit never ended; on the contrary it was augmented by the number of romcoms and sitcoms my generation grew up watching. Yeah yeah….u got it right! I have to admit that I had my fair share of Sex and the City (with my dream man being Mr Big), Friends, Seinfeld, How I met Your Mother and obviously a lot Confessions of a Shopaholic kind of movies. I have stopped counting the times I have imagined myself sitting on a stool, with my (toned) legs crossed sporting a Manolo Blahniks, an Yves Saint Laurent Dress and of course how can I forget a Gucci or a Louis Vuitton bag (nothing less than that), in a bar sipping a sophisticated cocktail from my perfect pout.
Every time I hear Jay Z and Alicia Keys crooning with passion about the forbidden fruit I get goosebumps…..That reminds me…whenever I listen to their dedication I wish I could sing like her….lucky bitch. Seriously as the song says the ‘lights do inspire me’. So…I don’t want to write anymore. I am just going to end this outburst with the song. Here it is.
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Am happy not to know so many things in life because I have many other things to think about like…..god why do I have such negative thoughts.
Monday, December 14, 2009
And there it was. My perfect match. My perfect golden shoe, with sequined bling on it. As soon as my eyes fell on it, I, as a bee to honey, was pulled towards it. I felt that it was pleading me to pick it up. And I did. Oh yes, I did. I fulfilled its plea. I was happy. Rather I was elated to see the perfect thing ever made on this planet. I put it down and tried it delicately- like it was made out of tissues or tulle. I guess that’s what it is called…..never mind. I tried it again. But alas it was one size smaller than my BIG feet. Never hated my feet this much. I thought lady luck is always with me. But not today. I was, with my displeasure, informed about the unavailability of another pair.
WHY ME…WHAT DID I DO TO BE TREATED THIS WAY? WHAT DID I DO WRONG?
I felt dejected & ignored. I tried to make myself come to terms with the truth. I promised my heart that I’ll make amends to it.
So, I did. I went to another store and looked around. I felt my heart skip a beat.
YES, I fell in love again. There in front of me was the perfect pair of heels…..and it was d perfect shoe that was ever made in this world.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
And travel the seven seas.
I wish I could fly,
And cross mountains like birds do.
I wish I could jump from the edge,
And fall in the pit of eternity.
I wish I could globe trot,
And not think about my worries.
I wish I could go back in history,
And predict the future as it is now.
I wish I lived in a world of no religion,
And not segment myself as a Hindu.
I wish I had the freedom to be just me,
And not care about the society.
I wish I had enough wishes,
To live my dreams out loud,
To be aloof and sing and dance,
Or be lost within a crowd.
I hope all my wishes get their wings,
And let loose out in the horizon deep.
I wish I could experience utopia and bliss,
And still feel my pillow weep.