Marraige - An incurable disease

It is month of Novemember, one of the most auspicious months in the Hindu’s calendar. “Mass marriage movement” have been taking place around me, and most of my acquaintances seems to be getting married or are talking about getting married. Phew!!! This gave me enough masala for my next post. Read on……

Marriage

Definition – The raging epidemic that has afflicted many of my friends lately. It is more rampant in the months of November, December. In a certain instance, about 40,000 wedding ceremonies have been reported in a single day in Delhi alone.

Causes - It has been noted that this disease might have communicable properties. Once one of your friends gets married, soon others either follow the league or atleast start talking about getting married.

Another cause reported for the disease are the species ‘aunty’ which in certain cases act as vector for the disease. The Aunty lurks in weddings, third cousin gatherings, sniffing for young and unmarried blood. She picks her prey after a disciplined interrogation of the victim’s relatives. After extracting all the imformation, she makes call to the victim’s parents and sets the trap.

Symptoms – Pre-disease symptoms are characterized by excessive time on phone (with the fiancé ), severe shopping bouts, frequent (beauty) parlor trips. Vast contrast have been noted between the pre-disease and post disease symptoms. Common symptoms such as holding of hands and surprise presents, soon get defunct after marriage . Though some exceptional cases have been noted, where couples indulge in such activities even after marriage. However, the proportion of such population is scarce.

Cures – Yet to be discovered. Some people say that “Marriage is triumph of exuberant hope over dismal experience”. Divorce has been suggested as one of the plausible cures of the dreaded disease. However, it is followed by after-effects such as alimony.

Dragon Rider and the CWG monster

I was reading ‘Eragon’ the other day…..suddenly an epiphany dawned upon me..I am a Dragon Rider!! The way I transcend all the barriers and obstacles to reach my office in Noida every day, I feel no less than a dragon rider. The flooded roads, potholes, horrendous traffic jams, pollution, construction debris, piles of garbage….and the list continues.

Here’s my story….I start of my day by literally performing acrobatics on my 4 inches heels to cross the potholes created in my colony by the Rain God and the languorous MCD. Opps!!! I just slipped. But a dragon rider never falls. Ha ha ha ha…an up roaring laugh.

Here comes a life threatening and arduous task – crossing the River Murky. The sewers have yet again overflowed. As a gutsy rider, I step into the River Murky, filled with muck and start steering my way. Finally, I reach my dragon (cab). The dragon takes me to the 11 storied castle made of glasses, the place where I work.

Wait…my story is yet not over.. Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost…i still have to cover grueling 30 kms to the castle. As the dragon navigates its way through the treacherous roads, we stumble upon a huge pile of monster CWG (Creepy Wretched Giant)’s poop (construction debris)..

The monster CWG has eroded the life of the citizen of the Delhi. The city dwellers are impatiently waiting for 14th October, the date when the monster will bid goodbye to the city. Ohh I digress a lot…..where were we…..oh yes!!!! near a towering pile of construction debris. I pat my dragon and prepare him to mount the intimidating heap of trash. We successfully cross the hurdle.
The ride is smooth now, but not for too long…Here comes the snarling traffic on the ring-road. My dragon is terrified to move between the gargantuan sized trucks, wild despicable DTC buses. It shrieks timidly, and then moves sluggishly.
Sigh!!!! I finally reach my castle after a long log-jam (due to a tree fallen down in the monsoon squall). However, my quest is not over yet, I have to fight demons called Clients in the castle for the next 10 hours and then again cover the same onerous path back to my home.
So, this was the dismal story of a Dragon Rider.

Top News Stories of Year 2010

We are almost half way through the year…here are some of the top news stories of the year….  

• On iPhone 4 defaulty antenna: Flight attendants “Please, switch off your mobiles. However, if you have a iPhone 4 - You're fine, you're not going to get any calls anyway”.
• On Increasing popularity of Social networks: Heard on the BBC news, FaceBook, MySpace and Twitter merged into one super social networking company - "My Twit Face."
• On BP oil spill: British Petroleum said today that if this spill gets worse, they may soon have to start drilling for water
• On Sania-Shoaib marriage: IPL rejected 11 Pakistani men, Sania rejected all the Indian men
• On England’s poor performance in the World cup:  What’s the difference between the England World Cup team and a tea bag? The tea bag stays in the cup longer
• On the Psychic Paul: The most rememberable icon after the world cup was no KaKa or Mausi (read as Messi), it was the Paul baba
• On Common Wealth Games Mess: Why is there so much fishy stuff going on in the Sports Ministry? Because it's headed by a Mr Gill
• On Mamata Bannerji sympathizing with Maoists: How to deal with Mamata-ji? We should just Ban ’er, ji.
• On the Inflation: Seeing the current price hike trend, I believe that our UPA government stands for the Upwards Prices Always
• On India’s Performance in Twenty-twenty world cup: Most prolific form of footwork dispalyed by Indian cricket team – the walk back to the pavilion
• On the release of Twilight- Eclipse: Twilight’s Edward Cullen appears more like a fairy than vampire – he sparkles, he is so snowy white fair
• On IPL controversy: IPL tere hazaar naam -Indian Premier League , Indian Paisa League , Indian Party League , Indian Political League

I am back!!!!

It has been more than a month now, since my last post. Some of my readers were curious, some were relieved and some were missing my nonsense (as they had nothing better to do than be bemused by my crap).

I had been bereft of thought for a while, lost in my own world. But recently a conversation with my friend provoked my inner writer.

Me(in my usual over-excited tone): Hey!! So whats up Mr. Computer Engineer?

Friend: I so proud of myself, I recently wrote one of my greatest code.

Me: Really? Tell me about it

Friend: If Deepali’s mail > 100 words send it to spam (chuckles shamlesslesly). And guess what I haven’t received a single mail for the past one month in my inbox.

Me: (in a highly exasperated tone) Bakwass!!!! It’s coz I haven’t sent any mail.

Friend (in a playful pitch): Aree….that was just the first part of the code. The second part is….(a prolonged pause) – The code generates radio frequencies which interferes with the intended person’s brainwaves and thus prevents any crappy thoughts. This is the reason why you weren’t able to think of any ..so called gibberish ideas. (breaks into his typical hyena like laughter)

Me: (quite amused): Hmmm…..ok Challenge accepted!!!! I will write, and let’s see if your code works (supercilious expression).

Saying this, I banged the phone.

I dial the number again.

My friend is puzzled, he says “Now what?”

Me: Banging the phone once on you wasn’t enough!!!

I banged the phone again.*giggle attack*

I saw Barney (HIMYM fame) doing this in one of the episodes. Since then I always wanted to do this!!!!! ( I know I am crazy)

So now you know….Deepali is Back with her intellectual Tsunami *wry smile*…so Beware!!!!!! He he he he ha ha ha (boisterous laughter, more intimidating than Archana Puran Singh’s on a laughter show)

Things I hate about Facebook!!!!

In one of my mails I confessed that I do a lot of whining….so here I am whining about the Facebook in this post.

Here’s a ramdom and perfunctory list of things that I hate about FACEBOOK

·         Poke: Really?? It is so damn irritating….U receive a notification – So and so has poked you…..so what am I supposed to do now?? Poke him or her back….bakwass!!!!  It is as repugnant as when some one calls me ‘Roopali’ instead of ‘Deepali’. Wait, that’s just not all….there is super poke too…oooh yeah!!!!  Let me tell you, if you poke me....i will poke you back with my nails painted with ferocious looking nailpaint.

·         Lame status updates: There are few people who abuse the status update option by overusing it. They change their status message more frequently than I change my nail paint….And, the worst part, the status (sometimes) can be so gross….euuiiii..

Such as: “…is having a coffee”….and some super intelligent person will respond to this intellectual message in an equally smart way by commenting …”Normal or Decaf?” or, “….is so upset .”….... Seriously..??? OMG!!!!! My head hurts read those status!!

I want to tell people Facebook is not your personal diary…..so please refrain from giving every little detail of your dreary routine.

·         Random friend requests: One of the biggest nuisance is the 'random friend request'. You know, that guy who your brothers' girlfriend’s friend whom u once met at a wedding, and he now wants to be your friend simply because you've got several mutual acquaintances.

And Sometimes you get a request from that girl you didn't like the look of at school and subsequently never even spoke to – she adds you because of the ‘friend suggestion feature’ (another revolting feature of FB) 6 years after the school.

And for all the fraandsip  requests I get ……Gimme a break…..u spell like a two year old…and cant even form one decent grammatically correct sentence. Do you really expect me to be friends with you????  Did I visit your god damn f***ing profile….NO. Did I fell on my feet and beg you to send be “valuable Friendship request”. No. Go sc**w ur self man….u are not even worth this reply…..What do u think….I am desperately waiting for some random guy like you to send me a request and I will promptly except it……

ok now enough of vilification and haranguing ….(yeaah I can be really cocky when I want to be)….But seriously the audacity of such people is a total turn off……

·         Mafia group, farming community or treasure mania requests: I seriously don’t care if you grow Marijuana on farmville then sell it on mafia wars…please don’t send me invites. And if some one sends me one more Farmville invite….i will fire your crops and expel ur animals to a distant galaxy……(I seriously wish I cud do this)

·         Faltu Quizzes:  How sexy is your name? Will you survive a zombie attack??( first of all, a zombie attack???? and how can one judge this thru a FB quiz…..sorry my pea-sized brain is unable to comprehend this) When will you get married? Which Mahabharata character you are?? Somebody please get me an ice-pick to jab into my skull.

Ok enough of bickering and bitching for the day……after this blasphemous diatribe …..its time for facebook now….i know….. I am such a hypocrite!!!!!!! (devilish smirk)

Life is Beautiful

Random incidences of sheer joy which act as catalysts, heartening us to go on…amidst all the tribulations of life. Those anonymous moments of joys. Beguiling pleasures.

Getting your data point in the foremost search that too on the first page of google

Leaving for home on time.

Drops of rain on ur head

Jam-free roads

Unexpected call from a friend

Aroma of your favourite Rajma Chawal.

50% discount on W’s

Finding the matching nail-paint

A great book

Lazy Sunday

An enjoyable flick

Excellent client call

Satiating meal

A Melodious number

Now, even all entropy in the world seems to be an inconsequential bother.

Delhi ...Saddi Delhi

Delhi…my home…the place I was born…the place where I have spend nearly three fourth of my life-time. I am in love with the city!

With its stifling hot days and breezy evenings, Delhi is a blend of old and new; rich and poor; beautiful and ugly. I am in love with the city’s greenery tree lined roads, historic heritage sites and its metro rail. I am equally in love with its rutted roads, concrete jungles, vast space of slum dwellings and garbage lined streets.

May be its polluted air has that addictive property. Or may be like a loving child I am too blinkered to see any fault in my motherland. Or may be I am a completely crazy person. Whichever way, I just love it!!!

Despite all its problems, Delhi offers the best quality of life to its residents among all cities in the country, according to a 'Liveability Index' released by CII.

Fellow Mumbaikars lament Delhi for its lack of manners and conduct. Ofcourse it is noisy, uncouth and indecorous. But there can be no denying of the fact that there is no city as vibrant, as colourful and as lively. There is a spirit in its wind – a music to its sound – there is a rhythm in its crowd and a thrill in its pace.

List of the words I like

As you must have noticed, most of my posts are about me….about my experiences, my thoughts, my beliefs and my ideas. I agree I am a narcissist. Like Kareena in JWM  I say, “main apni sabse favourite hoon”. Some are confounded by my adolescent jargon ( Okkk I should reassess over before calling myself an adolescent), some get an head ache, some are pissed off ( making writing all the more fun for me). So, I promise you this post is no different, I will talk about my take on few English words and continue spewing rubbish on the readers. I sometimes think, I can give serious competition to our blabber ministers Jairam and Tharoor .:P:P

In an article that appeared in Guardian, a renowned poet noted “there is something idiosyncratic about some words, something about the way the word feels in your mouth as you say it” . Inspired by this, I have compiled a list of words that I find interesting.

·         Syzygy: Linear alignment of 3 celestial bodies (the sun, the moon and the earth)

o        Reason: It has got three ‘Y’s. I find Y opulent words fascinating. Also, it is the second six letter word I know of which doesn’t contain any vowels.

·         Nincompoop: A silly, foolish, or stupid person

o        Reason: it has got ‘poop’in it….i told you I am disgusting..:P:P

·         Purview: The range of operation, authority, control, concern

o        Reason: Same. it has got ‘purr’ sound in it…..i am superrrrr- disgusting

·         Flibbertigibbet: Silly, Flighty, light-headed person

o        Reason: Its so much fun when u use invectives which the other person doesn’t understand

·         Floccinaucinihilipilification: Of little or no value

o        Reason: Looks like a full gown caterpillar from a distance :P:P. By the way isn’t it a really convoluted way of expressing a simple expression.

·         Ecdysiast: A striptease artist

o         Reason: Isn’t it fun when ur wife/gf asks you where have u been and u say with a devish smirk…went to see a Ecdysiast.

·         Cul-de-sac: Dead end, close, no through road

o        Reason: It kinda sounds like WTF….*impish grin*

·         Jamboree: A noisy celebration. A large assembly

o        Reason: sounds like some gaon ki choreee!

·         Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious: a nonsense word meaning fantastic

o        Reason: It took me exactly half a minute and 5 nano-secs and half my lunch to say this gigantic word.

PS: I would really like to thank ‘The Furobiker’( ahhhh!!!!! Another word I find amusing…uffff people and their whims….what a name *wry smile*…wah wah…*polite applause*), whose ideas and inputs made this post possible. Without your weird and baloney ideas this couldn’t be accomplished. Chalo award function me naa sahi…mail me toh thank u speech dene ka mauka milla :D:D

Conversations in a Metro

Delhi Metro, the lifeline of the city. Have you ever tried paying attention to the conversations around you, while travelling in a metro? If you hear closely, people have the most interesting stories. Listen. The frivolous banter of college girls, coochie cooing of the lovers, gossiping sessions of aunties, lewd talks of the sadakchhaps, bemoaning of unsatisfied employees, anxious discussions of school students. Listen.

A gang of college boys. Listen. Boy in his early twenties, wearing a slightly oversized blue shirt is sharing with his friends, the cause of his recently acquired insomnia . “I was sleeping and dreaming about Katrina kaif”. Lots of nudge-nudge wink wink from his friends. “It was all so perfect, until an elephant began trumpeting at the godly hours .” His friends look at him puzzled. The blue t-shirt guy continues,” Yes!! And with passing time the noise grew louder, in a strange systematic way. I tossed and turned. Covered my ears with the pillow. Alas!!! Nothing helped. Highly exasperated I decided to check out, I looked outside , to my dismay I couldn’t find any elephant. I  looked to my right…there I saw the elephant. Yep. My 140 kgs rommie, Shishir, sitting in a mendicant posture, doing pranayama. He inhaled  through his blue whale sized nostrils and then let out with a loud burst,making that highly irksome noise”

Listen. A bunch of middle aged aunties gossiping in high pitch, commanding eyeballs from all the passengers. An aunty in a hideously shimmering red kurta, shouts ”Do you know Shiela went to Seychelles, last month to celebrate her 25^th anniversary. “  Another aunty, who thinks she is Aishwarya Rai II and every second man/guy in the train is checking her out, grunts snobbishly, ”Old news, I already know that”. She was sort of emaciated with a petite frame, wearing a designer kurta, Gucci’s goggles. With a supercilious tone she continues, ”I  saw it on facebook (Ahh!!! The ubiquitous facebook again!!!). Arre her holiday pics. I must tell you she must have taken a cheap tour package. The hotel kinda looked despicable and cheap. You know, we stayedin a five star hotel, when we went there.”

Listen. Two school kids chitchatting. “If you play Tetris continuously for five weeks without any breaks, You start looking like bricks. Different colored bricks”.

Observe and listen. Enters, a gargantuan sized woman, shoving her ample self through the narrow path. She literally performs stampede over few hapless passenger who give her petulant look. With her huge XXL frame, she stands towering over the passengers sitting on the seats . One hand on her hips and gesticulates with the other, instructing the passengers sitting to move aside and make way for her. She instructs ”Bhaiya zara side hona. Uncle aap bhi thoda sa khisakna” You are left flabbergasted at the way she manages to finally fit in herself in an already overcrowded seat. A mammoth anaconda recoiling (or throwing out others)  itself to fit in the narrow passage.

Listen. A newly married couple is sitting. Hand in hand, eyes talking surreptitiously, blushing and giggling. A lady comes and asks the man for the seat. Naively he replies, “I can’t get up as I just got married”. Bambi with testosterone!!!

There are innumerable anecdotes to be heard. Just clear your ear wax!!!

Whacky things I did this weekend

Disclaimer: Trying any of the listed things without the supervision of a whacko is not advisable.  

·         Bathed with liquid dettol soap instead of regular cream soap

·         Had a coffee mixed with coke and pudina ka chutney (yuk!!! Yuk!!!!)

·         Watched 4 movies back to back…9 pm to 4.30 am in the morning

·         Descended the elevator which was going up at the metro station

·         Went out in the car, with my three rogue brothers at aprrox 100 km/hour with the Amplifier song playing at “are u crazy ?“ levels

·         Got my hairs red-streaked……now m the red headed brunette (downright puke-in-the-mouth cheesy)

·         Whackiest of all – Thought of writing this post

Sands of Time

Sands of time slips through... 
Awe-struck  we watch ... 
Surreal seems our past... uncertain our future... 
Trying to find a meaning  in our aimless ambling ... 
We move on... holding onto our hopes... 
Trying to turn dreams into reality ... 
For that joyous moment which would make sense of it all... 
Before Sands of time 's final pall


- A Friend

Sandesh

Here is the list of messages, I got to say to few people

Hair-mess Besharmia – STOP acting!

Ram Gopal Verma – STOP making films!

Arundhati Roy – Don’t misuse the freedom of expression!

My latest crush – Please, make use of freedom of expression!

Sony TV – Gimme a break from CID

Star Plus – Gimme a break from all ur Saas Bahu series!!

Josh Hollway – Marry me

Hugh Jackman – Marry me

Ranbeer Kapoor – Great!! Keep on going!

Rakhi Sawant – It’s high time now! Stop it!

Naveen Jindal – Act responsible!

Vivek Oberoi – Don’t act at all!

Rajneeti – 3 stars!

Kites – 2 black holes!

Property dealers in NCR – My cell phone is not a public hoarding! Stop sending ur crappy smses ! I don’t wanna buy any property!!

Osama – What a waste of human cells!

Obama – Clone your self!

Shakti, my friend – Grow up!!

Salman Khan – Never grow old!

My Employers – I am over loaded with work!!

Hritesh Deshmukh – I am free these dayz…ask me out!!

My brother – Please drive slow…especially when I am the pillion rider on ur bike…and don’t you dare to use ur software engineering skills to open my pass word protected files stored in the lappy!!

My Parents – Your little daughter has grown-up, stop molly coddling, being over protected…n let me go on a trip with my friends in july

Steve Jobs – Great invention!

Mark Zuckerberg – Crappy invention!

Entire Universe – I am me...the DEEPALI

Football, Shootball - Hai Rabba!, Vuvuzella – Subhanallah!

Little embarrassed, I confess, I have preference for small balls over the large ones. Well, before you coarse mind jump off to any conclusion, let me clarify, I am here talking about cricket ball and football. And, I am embarrassed because of my inadequate vocabulary about football world cup 2010. Bafana-Bafana, Diski dance, Zakumi, Jabulani, Makarapa – Will somebody translatethese Zulu words for my sake?

No doubt cricket has lost its sheen after Modi’s (the most convulsive four letter word that happened to the Indian cricket) scam. But I still prefer –
Saurav ganguly’s shirtless celebration over Shakira's swaying hips on Waka-Waka
Sachin flicking the ball through a narrow gap at midwicket for a four than Messi slotting a pass between the defenders, high into the net past the goalkeeper
Watching Jonty Rhodes diving for a catch than Julio Cesar somersaulting to stop a goal
Exchange of swearwords between Pakistani and Indian cricketers than Kaka wildly shoving Keita

Hailing from the nation of noise – India, I just love vuvuzella, a vociferous air horn. Though vuvuzella has been criticized a lot for its ear-shattering mad bee drone, but I believe it is an impressive instrument, an instrument of impression. It’s better than Sambha drums in Brazil, better than the ringing of cow bells in Switzerland. And guess what, me being a complete whacko, even have vuvuzella as my ring tone!!!!

And yes, before I end this post, lets all pray Argentina wins the world cup. Not because I am supporting the Argentinean Team, I told you I don’t like football. July 12 will be declared a holiday by our company’s MD if the team wins the cup.

SNAFU

Nothing was going well that day in my askew and out-of-kilter world. The day started with a big fight with mom over a thing as petty as ginger. I like my tea plain, no added flavors or fragrance. And she had put aadrak (which was supposedly good for my bad throat).

I glanced at my watch. It was 8:45 am. Gosh! I was late. I gulped the remnants of my cup unwillingly. I was moving as fast as I could. Took the escalator to the metro platform today instead of the stairs which formed the part of my morning exercise. Alas!! The Metro was running late too due to some accident near CP. I cursed my luck. Stuck in a Snafu (SNAFU, acronym meaning Situation Normal: All F***ed Up)….

I hailed an auto. As usual, a typical Delhi autowala. He asked for double the rate. I didn’t have the time and the energy to argue, so I agreed. He was literally driving at 20 km /hr. Even cyclewalas were overtaking us. I made an heroic effort to rein in the curses that wanted to leap out of mouth. Somehow, I managed to reach my destination, just in time.

I entered my college gate…..barely able to walk straight with 3 bags weighing about 5kgs each in my hand. (Men always wonder what do women carry in their big bags….this question I will definitely answer in my next post)

Suddenly I saw something that piqued my interest. It was a bag. A blue colour Nike bag. Iridescent blue. I could recognize it even from half a mile (given the fact that blue colour has the shortest wavelength, I could still spot it) . Yes it was him. My heart sank. And rose again with delight. Sigh!!

He was moving towards the lift. Wow!!!! My bad day was soon going to turn lucky. My robotic eyes calculated the distance between ‘us’. I did some mental physics . If I run at 5 m/s with acceleration of 2.5 m/s^2 I will be able to reach the elevator at the same time as him (Being attentive in physics class helps). So I ran. Without caring for the colossal weight I was carrying. What a sight it must be. A short petite girl in salwar kameez scurrying at 5 m/s with 3 huge bags!!! Finally I made it. Without falling or tumbling. In one piece. With all 208 bones and 639 muscles in place. Except for my heart . For it was beating frenetically.

There he was. My object of desire. Smiling, making my heart go all gaga. My breathing smacked like a hammer in my chest. For a moment I lost all my auditory and visual senses. A state of oblivion. A déjà vu.

Don’t waste your time.Start a conversation. Say something intelligent to impress him.
As reality seemed to enter in my conscious again, I asked him, “Are you going to the 4th floor”

Bloody hell! What an intelligent question!!!. Of course. Couldn’t you see he pressed the button for the 4th floor.Oh that reminds me I hadn’t pressed the button?
Bam!! Suddenly with a small jerk the lift came to a halt. I was ecstatic. It will buy me some more solitary time with him.

“Oho!! Kya hua….yeh india ke lifts be naa” His expression was detached.
I tried again, “My Financial Engineering lecture will start in another five mins”. He didn’t pursue it either.

Now it was getting awkward. I didn’t look at him. But could feel his presence, metabolizing the oxygen.

I was getting panicky now. Fishing out my phone from my bag, I asked “Should I call the somebody for help?”In his characteristic composed and restrained manner, He said”You pressed the stop button , instead of the 6th floor”. And then he burst out in a hysterical laughter.

Yes!!! Situation normal. All f**ked up.

Because.....

Its not a business i got into...



Its not an investment i made...



Its not returns i seek...



Its not give and take...



Its not about good and bad...



Its not about right or wrong...



It is not because of who i am... is not even because of who you are...



NO reasons ... NONE required...



Its because just because....


- Shakti Swami

PS: I know, a picture of heart doesn’t at all go with this post, but the crazy author insisted on putting a heart along with the post.

Meri Rangeen Duniya

A glimpse of my colored world thru my techno-coloured eyes.


I love…

Crimson flush on my face..while laughing on my friends stupid jokes


Reading those soothing black letters sprawled in my outlook mail, in response to my mail full of grumbling and grievances.


Aloo tikki, streaked with brown laces of tamarind chutney along with the white velvety dahi and shimmering pink pomegranate seeds


Iridescent yellow light of my mobile phone….when it springs back to life on a message from a friend


Deep cerise rasberry lip balm, its fruity smell and taste


Flaunting shocking yellow colour nail paint and pissing people around


The steel grey sky, the umber colored clouds indicating probability of rains and squall


The sky after a good shower…with hues of grey, black,Purple and Cerulean


Public holiday highlighted red in the calendar


Writing my name in the bronze colored sand, and watching it fading away as the azure waves comes splashing


Chocolaty Gems… yellow ,turquoise, red and green


Zooming effortlessly through red-light free roads


Engraving messages on the translucent layer of steam formed on my bathroom mirror


Scribbling illegible drawings in Prussian blue while on a phone call


Watching the fading evening sun in yellow polka dots through the trees

Deepali and Roopali

Yes, I know most of you will have a wry smile on your faces while reading the title of this post. I finally succumb to the peer pressure, and therefore I confess that I am both Deepali and Roopali.

Gasps, gawks, surprise looks.


Lately, I have discovered two sides of me. The good and the bad….the loved and the scorned…..the shameless and the ashamed…the venerated and the despised….
This is a story about two girls…Deepali and Roopali…residing in a single body.


Deepali is sweet, innocent who believes world is a small happy place to live.
Roopali, on the other hand is over-smart, corny, practical….. I like calling her chatur chachi, to put it in plain words she is a heartless b**ch.

Take a look at the battle of thoughts
Deepali: Being is love is beautiful
Roopali: Love is like a smoke mingled with mist…that slowly gathers speed and with the passing time it grows thicker and thicker….obscuring the vision in parts….then your senses….Beware!
Deepali: People around are generally good….its the situation that make/act the way they are
Roopali: You got to be kidding me!!! Homo Sapiens is the most selfish of all the species.
Deepali: I like speaking my mind…whatever it is without giving a single thought.
Roopali: Thinks zillions times before saying anything. Each word is weighed. Every movement is calculated circumspectly.
Deepali : I like to believe most of the men are like Ted Mosby. Outlandishly romantic, smart and intelligent.
Roopali: All men are Barney Stinson. They only look for one thing, the sanctimonious three letter word. They are utterly devoid of morality.
Deepali: I really care about the people around me. Their pleasure, sadness, highs and lows deeply influence me, and their support or appreciation, is subconsciously vital to almost every decision I take.
Roopali: Detachment is the way to happiness. Even lord Krishna, in the third chapter of Gita, the most venerated Hindu book, talks about the virtues of detachment.
Deepali: Be independent. Make something of yourself, of your life.
Roopali: Target a rich guy, with weighty bank account, marry him and live happily ever after with his money…errrr I mean with him.

PS: A Deepali, called by any other name…will kick ur a**