Never say goodbye...

A story about losers who lose everything yet manage to make a happy ending out of it. It's all about loving your parents, hating your spouses and wearing lots of designer stuff on a normal, every day basis.

And yet, in the flaming imperfection of it all, I could relate to what was going on in the movie. The woman's loveless marriage and her fling, which turns physical. The betrayal and the pain of admitting it to someone she may have never loved in that way but did care a lot about. The pain of having been found out and the suspense hanging over what to say...

Lots of small things in it made sense. Perhaps life is that way. It may not give you what you need, or the designer sarees I so fell in love with, but it will give you similar things to mull over, maybe similar experiences if it's so intended. All in all, this is a problem so many ppl prefer to say is all a work of fiction, but the sad thing is...it's all a part of our society. Hypocrisy and refusal to admit that this is where we are...and where we'll stay unless we change our mentality.

:)

Something beautiful...

One of my random thoughts led me to discover something truly beautiful. Maybe someday, I'll actually start working on it and make it a bit more thought out and chiselled and perfect. Maybe not perfect. It's the imperfection that's more memorable and far more outstanding.

Like having perfect views, a different thought could shatter them and take you on a different line of thought. But if we didnt have different views, there's not much point to our discovering or rediscovering things on our own. I love a bit of an argument but not when it gets too personal, or too intrusive. One loves to chew on ideas and look at all sides and just leave it be, instead of taking the whole responsibility of taking a decision and sealing the fate of all those million thoughts floating around.

It's better to be a brain buzzing with activity and learning new things every single moment instead of being one that 'knows' it all and doesnt need to, or want to, open up anymore.

Twice on a blue moon...

One gets a day all to oneself. So one hops away to a special dim sum festival for dim sums made by chefs flown in from China. Unfortunately, I didnt find a great variety...I got a nice special dimsumania menu card which had two pages - one for vegetarians and one for non-vegetarians. However, I'd found more variety in China White (which has shut down to the extreme disappointment of all the dim sum fans such as moi) from sticky rice and chicken bits wrapped and steamed in lotus leaves to other fantastic creations. Perhaps the focus here wasnt on variety but on the authenticity of these dim sums...which was nothing different from the usual dim sums and sui mais one gets at the restaurant at any other time.

My sister liked the prawn dim sums dipped in a green chutney of sorts, vinegar with spring onions and chillies with probably a hint of ginger. Even the dim sums, especially the chicken ones, were lightly flavoured with ginger - lending a refreshingly sharp taste to the otherwise bland chicken. However, the chicken+mushroom buns disappointed me. I'd rather go back to Hong Kong and get the buns from the cafeteria there - however, the roast pork filling I'm sure was the main reason I loved them.

The jasmine tea and a glass of Cosmopolitan gave the right accompaniment to these little steamed treasures. At the end of this wonderful treat, one couldnt suppress a smile and a wish for honey fried noodles dipped in vanilla ice cream.

We're just walking...

...towards God Knows What.

It's lurking there, right at the end of a dark alley, at a blind corner, at the other end of the tunnel....it's right there and it's waiting, and we're walking towards it. I dont know what it is, what form it will take and whether it will consume me or will I conquer it. I dont know if I have the strength enough to fight it, and why bother when ultimately, it's right there ruling you? You know it's there, you're walking right towards it and you can't change that ending now, can you?

I'm working on a Saturday and I'm missing the following:
1. Having nothing better to do than sprawl on the sofa and read for a few blissful minutes before falling into a deep, dreamy sleep.
2. Walking down a leafy, green pathway...under an overcast sky, beside a rocky beach, dreaming waking dreams
3. Surfing through movies, sitcoms, games.
4. Doing NOTHING!
5. Waiting for Sunday to cram all the things I need to do.

I wish it were a blasted holiday!! I need peace of mind and right now, my mind's in pieces!!!

Major crib!

Weekends are for rains...

Weekends are when one has infinite patience for the weather and any changes in it. I thought of preparing myself with good books that one could read when having to stay indoors thanks to the ever-wet weather we had all week. Turns out that the weekend is completely devoid of the kind of rains we'd expected all week. I also slept right through a light rainfall (nothing compared to the one I was caught in this Thursday) - slept for almost 3 hours straight and got enough sleep to last the whole of last night. I think I work myself like a slave all week and weekend's when I get reminded of it.

Anyway, I read a good deal and also relaxed a good deal. I didnt eat anything from the street vendors this time. I also didnt feel like making my cup soup of chicken noodle and vegetable as the stomach seemed a bit too out of whack. They're showing good movies today although yesterday wasnt too bad...saw a bit of Bridget Jones' Diary. I havent seen the Edge of Reason...now that's a movie one cant watch unless one's in the mood for it.

I feel like going to Bandstand and relive the monsoon time stroll I'd had years ago...only thing is I cant go as the mood's not right. The overcast skies and light drizzles are reserved only for weekdays. Maybe next weekend.

Two people

He thinks it's better to leave emotions inside, before they end up hurting one or the other. She thinks its a moral right to express oneself to avoid projecting any perceptions that she knows are invalid and untrue. He thinks she's a bit too expressive and thoughtless about the repercussions it could have on their relationship. She thinks that if a person wants the truth and nothing but the truth, the person needs to have it...depends on the person how they want to take it. She realises that it cant always be done...it's bound to backfire when dealing with someone so hypocritical. At the same time, the person is a child...he knows what he wants but doesnt know or want to be responsible enough to take it or keep it. And that thing is a relationship and it is worth more than the moral right to express herself and is definitely worth a lot more than the ugly truth.

so, she decides to shut up...for their sake!

I want time to fly...

...and for it to be tomorrow already. I hate the air of anticipation that hangs like a gloomy fog all over my favourite workday. I dont know how it will end, it always ends past 8 pm if I'm lucky and past 11 pm if I'm not. I remember being so excited about travelling to Hyd that I ended up having to deal with an 11:30 pm getting out of office and getting home to pack as I was leaving for the airport early the next day. Anywayz...

Everytime I decide that the field I'm in is the best one for me, it just loves giving me little shocks that take me back to wanting to try out publishing/being a full-time writer of fiction or whatever else it is I wanna write about. I basically have a passion for books, for well-written prose that is visual in its way, of hanging on to words that form a ladder into a person's soul...all that jazz. It gives me a high that my current line of work can never do. Although I'm aware that I dont have enough knowledge in either field, I have a passion centred around the one that I'm too scared to go for. And go I must...if I want to do something good for me and make it into a place that I wont ever want to leave.

I want time to take me there...to the place where I can belong better than where I do right now.