Vintage Room!

I m going to reveal a very dear secret of mine today. I have always harboured this dream of having a vintage room.
And thanks to someone..( will disclose the name later) I can see this dream coming true..

So this project of ours started with some internet search and market survey and it almost broke my heart when a poster seller told us that its an impossible dream :(

But then we bumped into some art gallery owner and he arranged for some posters but they didnt meet my requirements. But atleast it instilled some hope in me..

And then today, due to hardwork and dedication of my friend, we did find some sites where these posters are available :). I cant explain how ecstatic I felt and now I am one step closer to my dream  :) :)

I will write more once my wall is ready...

p.s I was searching for some vintage hollywood movie posters.

My ink pen

I went to the book fair last month with a few friends. Amongst my few purchases, I impulsively bought an ink pen along with an ink bottle.
That reminded me of my school days when ink pen seemed to be such a nuisance.

After coming back home the first thing I did was to search for my pen amidst the books and craft things but couldn't just locate it. That made me sad as I hate loosing things.

So here I am, missing my ink pen, wont rest until I have one again!!

Not just a Room :) :)

This one's out of blue

coz i m missing my hostel room

its yellow-orange walls

with pink and purple curtains

a set of lovely pictures

thrown on a chair my favourite shawl

the long corridoors

and curvy stairs

shouting each other's names

even when sittin next door

i remember cribbing about my room

when some lizard used to crawl up on my wall

but those were some days

even if it meant waking up all nite long

just to shove her away along the hall

Oiling each other's hair and making braids

clicking stupid pictures any time of the day

running to hide heaters when warden was on round

begging for maggi frm top floor to down

Watchin t-20 world cup in a single room

shouting hard on yuvraj's sixes

or when India finally won the cup

pushing everyone just to catch a glimpse

calculating runs n overs on finger tips

Crying over unfinished quotas

or lost manuals at the last moment

searching for patients all over the town

seeing faces with never ending frowns

my last resort was always my room

Cant help feeling nostalgic today

it took me 6 hrs to put wallpapers that day

Life moves on so do we

but my hostel room will always be a part of me

For you

For you a thousand times over

my love will unfold

though no words will suffice

to convey my feelings

words will be told

the need to hold you

to feel this unconditional love

my heart will sway away

a million more times

till eternity they say

i will stand besides you

holding your hand

and fingers entwined

my eyes shimmer

when i see your face

a quivering sensation

that grips me all over

love is so powerful

my heart so vulnerable

will cut it to pieces

for you a thousand times over

The Curious Case of Mistaken Identity

I was unusually peevish last nite, mostly because work was raiding me of my sleep.
Heap of mails and unattended calls were annoying me to death. On an impulse i decided to chat with one of my friend who happened to be online at that insane hour.

So i started with a simple Hi. What startled me was that she was using the pic and status msg of one of our common frend.

Here is the glimpse of my conversation wid manoj aka deboshree.

Prachi: " Debo have you gone nuts...why the hell have you put up manoj's pic"

?: "Prachi...wat has happened to you..i am manoj..one and only born sanyasi"

Prachi: " manoj....Why have you changed your name to deboshree???"

?: "wat r u saying ngo naari..why would i do that?

Prachi: "oh but i can see debo's name but your status message ie. born sanyasi..and your damn pic"

?: "oh god that means debo has hacked my account"

Prachi: " but ofcourse not..i didnt imply tht"

?: " so why are you calling me deboshree"

Prachi: "but i am not caling you...you are calling urself deboshree"

?: "accha send me a snapshot"

Prachi: "at 2 am in the morning, plz give me a break..i am too tired and you are either making a fool out of me..or yourself"

?: " i think its a gmail defect"

Prachi: "wat?"

?: "i can sue them you know..ask them a few hundred dollors"

Prachi: "LMAO...you gotta be kidding me...are you sure you are not debo"

?: "prachi stop it"

Prachi: "okay i am sorry..lemme check..the so called defect"

Prachi: "you know what...i can see debo's name in place of all my contacts..i think i m hallucinating"

?: "Prachi i seriously can sue them...and we can make money"

Prachi: "oh for god sake..give me a minute to think...something is wrong"

?: "we can still...

Prachi: "ohhh no...i think i kind of merged all the contacts togther when i was trying to make aashayein group..and now all of you for the time being have become deboshree"

?: "ohh mere dollors gaye"

Prachi: "lol..comeon its freaking funny"

?: "prachi go to sleep...i am sad..i just lost few hundred dollors"

Prachi: "yep i am..bcoz i just had a great laugh...n probably will roll off my bed laughing now...anyways bye manoj..aka deboshree"


"?" refers to Manoj..aka Debo!!!!



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Our Trilogy!!

We r a team, a trilogy

known for extraordinary prodigy

loves beer and fuck fear

too lazy to move our rear

we go to movies hand in hand

itchin to be in no man's land

we own Bose companion 5

on rock and pop we do thrive

we love tennis and Dennis the Menace

fight and argue without malice

together we have whacky imagination

tuning in and out is our tradition

loves to dance and loves to jive

we are always giving nice vibes

our story goes long way back

wen we were just gettin on the track

always trying to break free

here we are "nasaau, wilson n me"!!

Story of a chronic phone dropper

Loosin 3 fones in a row

just add on to my woes

I don't need sympathies my friends

just come by and give me some presents

a shot or two will soothe my nerves

raising my craziness on the hot v/s crazy curve

people says "dnt fret over it, its just a fone"

but then run away wen I talk about a fone loan

my parents are talking behind my back

I am sure they think my mind's crack

looks like I am going to get a lot of help

everyone's advicing while I yelp

a new cellphone with a tracker

sounds like a fone with an inbuilt hacker

I feel a little relieved at the prospect

now i can drop fones without regrets

oh God why am I taking it so easy

guess am gettin more and more sleazy

how can I not miss my best frend

who was always by my side till the end

but past is past and here I run

the search for a new fone now beguns

Tanha

Dekhiye to lagta hai

zindagi ki rahon mein

ek bheed chalti hai

sochiye to lagta hai

bheed mein hai sab tanha

jitne bhi ye rishte hai

kaanch ke khilone hai

pal mein toot sakte hai

ek pal mein ho jaaye

koi jaane kab tanha

dekhiye to lagta hai

jaise ye jo duniya hai

kitni rangeen mehfil hai

sochiye to lagta hai

kitna gam hai duniya mein

kitna zakhmi har dil hai

vo jo muskurate the

jo kisi ko khwabo mein

apne pass pate the

unki neend tooti hai

aur vo hai ab tanha

p.s    Lyrics of pakistani serial Tanha

Friends

we talk, we cry, together we pry

sit and chat, always we try

tangled on fone all nite

never let them go out of our sight

drink and sing and merry go rounds

or sometimes we keep digging the ground

day dreaming or either spotting gays

or worse celebrating on a dry day

trying our luck in the cards

or practicing dumb charade

late night maggi's and tea

or the story of a willowing tree

the horrors of latest terminal exams

or agonising over leg cramps

from boyfriends to crushes

and vamps to bitches

d deepest of secrets gets unveil

and then either joy or sorrow prevails

planning for the future

or worrying over present

from under eye circles

to blemishes and tan

d neverending assignments

and surprise tests

we have bunked them all

and chucked out the rest

the fun and the fights

or flying imaginary kites

we do it all together

coz we are friends forver.

BREAK UPS!!

ARE LOVE STORIES ROOTED IN TRAGEDIES??
By the way i am not talking about love stories here but the possible sequale of events following a breakup.
Its a random thought because whenever my friends seek my advice on this particular issue i am usually tongue-tied.
Break-up has become a social issue these days, occuring too often, but obviously with different intensities. Sometimes its "Mutual" type, where both the parties are bored of each other and finally decides to end it amicably.
Another type is "Blaming" type, where it is usually accompanied by lot of anger, frustration, abuses and finally tears.( a real pain in a** types)
There is one more, breakup due to "Family" reasons, now here its usually the parents  who are the guilty party.

But what amuses me is how conveniently we switch gears in the course of events, the person we promised to love for ever, suddenly becomes too distant. The whole journey and the moments spent together becomes hazy in our memory and the only thing we seem to remember is the tragic ending.

And then comes the role of a friend (usually me) on advising how to Get Over it. Weird it may sound, but how are we supposed to know the perfect solution!!

There is no home remedy for this, you sulk, you cry, you shout but that is all obvious isnt it!
We blame others, label ourselves as the victims of love, but are we really the only ones? (as i said its more of a social issue and self pity makes it more miserable)

So my advice to all my heartbroken friends is to give it time, shed all the tears and last but not the least dont hold grudges.."forgive and forget".
(if u know more type of breakups do enlighten me)

My new Friends

Sometimes smallest of incidence makes such an impact that it helps you evolve as a better person.

One such incident happened with me lately which moved me to the core and made me realize how ungrateful and ignorant I still am.

AID helped me discover this new person in me who craves for affection of little kids.It made me realize the value of small things in life which I had often ignored. How fortunate I am to have such good parents who have cosseted me and protected me from hardships of life.

I'm astounded to see how excited these kids are about learning when they are deprived of basic necessities of life. Hope, confidence and optimism keeps them going and gives them strength.

Thus, these children are growing, both in body and in mind and I feel proud to be their new friend whom they have started liking(i guess :P).

Its so refreshing to be with them that after 2 hours instead of getting dull I am again full of energy. I went there as a teacher but instead I am learning, this is my new found happiness and I am thoroughly enjoying the experience. I hope to live up to their expectations.

I feel alive again.

UR HIGH-NESS (26.3.09)

what to do wen u fuckin high!

count ur pegs n turn to sky

dance around and sing aloud

grab a pole and paint the town

hit a bar and cross ur limits

open up n dnt be timid

tune in to salsa n rap

cheers to all and rest is crap

down on whisky n feel frisky

3 beers n have no fear

tequilla shots to feel the heat

2 gins n have a toothy grin

enjoy the feeling n talk crap

let ur friends worry n keep a track

order a coffee n taste some lime

will make u sober in time

Dedicated to my 3 dear friends..mr nassau, mr wilson, mr head!!

RAINBOW

the spray of colors

in an enchanted sky

enfolding mysteries

weaves a rainbow

the colors so bright

in the tuning arc

charming people

in gleams of daylight

stimulating Red

evoking passion

flamboyant Orange

radiating warmth

optimistic Yellow

enlightening lives

refreshing Green

tranquilizing mind

calm Blue

uplifting spirits

electric Indigo

seducing minds

mystic Violet

creating harmony

seven colors

appearing right

evading emptiness

and brightening lives

And so i see a rainbow

MAGIC

as my heart holds

the magic unfolds

a million years

and all the tears

the tender feelings

pressed close

to my heart

last spring

my heart sings

d music brings

all d magic

and hold us right

the hug is tight

the winter's cold

no hand to hold

i danced

i cared

and all those fears

my soul laid bare

the summer came

and sunny hues

our lives now

on a dancing tune

like moths to flame

we loved the same

and a few more seasons

the right reason

i cherished i loved

and the magic began

i danced i laughed

and cried so hard

coz for a million more years

my heart will hold you

Being Prachi :)

"oh ho niki beta kab doctor banegi..hum line mein hai"
"are niki polish my teeth yaar"
These are the lines I hear every time I meet my relatives, cousins or friends!!
It sounds cool because everyone just treats me as if I have done something really big (like rocket science or something though dentistry is no less!!)
But these expectations are scary and its really not fun being the "only one" in your family.
Like for instance when my grandmother fell ill and was taken to a hospital I was expected to read all the reports, interpret them (ECG, blood reports etc). Fine I can read them but I  am referring to some really complicated stuff here.
Damn I am not even a dentist yet,  so how am I suppose  to read all those reports and answer weird questions!!
And equally annoying is when people show me their teeth in public places like marriages, restaurants etc etc.

I don't want to crib here but yeah its irritating. I do love all the attention and affection but I am just a small kiddo out there in this big world :)