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Monday, December 19, 2016

10 Years of Fuchsia

Fuchsia completes ten years this month. It has been a special companion over the years. It has given me memorable moments and unique friendships and been the best mirror I could have to reflect and right-size my perspective on various things. 

A decade is a long time if, like me, you enjoy reflecting on the past. I am so embarrassed by the things that I wrote about in 2007 that I almost want to make it all private. And yet, knowing that I was awfully invested in most of what I wrote I’d rather let it all sit as one long, unedited story because that is what it really is. So, as I judge 20-year-olds today for their immaturity, misplaced priorities and unexplainable sense of self, Fuchsia does the painful job of humbling me because that’s how I could define the 20-year-old me as well. My sense of self may still be questionable but then that will remain true even when I turn 50. 

I reached out to almost everyone who I know reads or used to read this space, to get a view of what they made of it. Most of these folks are very dear friends anyway but their words have all been extremely kind – in part pleasantly surprising and mostly heart-warming. There was an obvious trend in terms of things that are popular: the year-end reviews top that list, followed by the travelogues, people posts and the fact that most people struggle with the name’s spelling. 

I promised these people (you) that I will publish their inputs on the blog but I am feeling torn about it because so many of those words have been given a lot of thought and feeling and I have connected with them in a very personal way. When I first made the request, the intent was to simply find a meaningful way of celebrating this milestone for the blog. But I guess I didn’t think through the fact that the blog and I are interchangeable given the nature of the content here. Long story short – I am feeling shy about it all. But to keep my word and for posterity, I am copying below all the responses, along with a few words on my relationship with respective authors. 


AB - the deep thinking, thoughtful and quiet person who has been around since 2008.

"1. https://goo.gl/eypVFA - because people mock me for the first few adjectives till this day and I go back to the post when I feel low sometimes.
2. https://goo.gl/RkbXDJ - because this is true each time reality hits you in the face from a friendship/relationship gone wrong
3. goo.gl/3HsMb9 - because I missed it and this made me live it
4. https://goo.gl/LlN6O6 - because you need no reason not to like it"
***

SS - the college junior who is uncannily similar and yet so different from me. We have hardly ever exchanged a word outside the virtual world, but there have been one too many exchanges about broken hearts and we have had a strangely parallel life story.

"Ok, so this isn't one particular post, but I absolutely loved going through your annual roundup at the end of every year....and the fact that you seem to share my love for bullet points :D

Over the years, your blog has been a mirror of my life, a friend in need (and once an actual friend with flowers on a bad day!).

And at any point, it seems to have more direction than mine!! 

Tell me something new!!!"
***

SP - a blogger friend from when the idea of a blog was new and Blogger wasn't a Google product. We have come a long way since those very different times of online banter which also led to real friendships. 

"Happy Birthday to Fuchsiafunny! Can't believe it's ten years already! Over the course of these ten years, how things have changed! There was a time, we were writing blogs thrice a week, and playing "Me Firsts" over who would comment first. Then there were those tag posts. 

For some of us, the habit of writing blogs came down to once a week, then once a month, and then ... just blank. Glad you are still up to it. I promise I will visit more often."
***

RA - the friend whose name brings a smile to the face and whose words are music for the ears. I hope he seriously considers writing for the world, and I sincerely hope he gets all that he deserves in life.

"I cannot begin to tell you how happy it makes me that Fuchsia is 10. Even though I still can't spell it correctly (despite Priyam's best attempts), your blog means a lot more than I will ever be able to explain in words. The closest I can describe it is that one warm comfortable place we all have in our heads when we need a place to rest and just be. You and your blog have always been that to me and will always be. With the right words, at the right time with just the right amount of weight needed. No matter the time or the distance, every post has always felt like an on-going conversation we can pick up when we need to.

My happiest memories from your blog are two-fold - travel and friends. I still maintain that you are the best when it comes to planning travel. Dates, routes, plans, people, you have it all. And more than anything else, you have the drive to make it happen even with everyone else around you might flake (guilty always). Each of your travel posts is rich not just for the meticulous plans but for the human aspects of it. I can tell by the words the Excel sheet that must have been made, hear the conversations before decisions taken, and sense the palpable excitement the night before. The fact that it comes out so clearly and well researched is testimony to your will to make things happen. I can never match that and it is something that I will always admire you for. 

Posts about your friends are my other favourite. I know some, I don't know the others but there is a warmth in the way they are described which must make them pretty darn special. Your inner circle is made up of wonderful people and posts about them are a joy to read because you can tell exactly why they are so special to you. It is one thing to reach out and write about someone, it is something else to do with all your heart. You always manage the latter. I hope you never lose this quality of going beyond just the person and their circumstances but really look into who they are and what makes them special to you. I know each one of them are glad to call you a friend for it. 

I know that the words don't come as easily anymore (I have waited for them none the less), nor does the will to post with the rigour you used to earlier but it is all part of a process I feel is good for you. They will come when they must, just like everything else in life. I have long realised that to fight it and attempt things that are not ready for their time is futile and heartbreaking. 

Fuchsia is and will always be a celebration of your life. And the people and things that make it what it is, new and old. I am just glad to be part of the ride." 
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KR - I found him in a corner of the Internet, writing about life at the college I was considering joining. Join I did but again, we hardly ever exchanged a word on campus. I'm glad though that there were other meaningful words over the years, even if limited in number.

"For me, the one thing that always stood out was your thoughts on family and family members. Rather than soppy love letters to people we love, they drew out family members as characters for me, adding details over time. The other thing was your travelogues- they were long and winding (sometimes) but they gave more than we went here and did that. And the photologues were always a treat!

Please start writing again."
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CG - Brevity in words and vastness in emotion (often for the self, as reflected here). He has supported and encouraged me like I would have never expected anyone to. 

"You write well.

Keep writing.

I really like your travel blogs chronicling your trips. It would be ideal if you can post them sooner after your trips rather than a year.

Also I like your husband character…."
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PC - The friend with a big heart and romantic dreams. Always there for everyone around her, including those who don't see her. 

"Congratulations once again on Fuchsia’s special birthday! 

Until 2008, fuchsia was just a colour. But then everything changed. 

I cannot remember the exact circumstances in which I was introduced to fuchsiafunny (I still wonder why you named it so) – but I recall it being a routine to check it several times a week for new content. You were called Aarbee and I was massively impressed. 

Fuchsia and you introduced me to blogging. To be able to chronicle moments and feelings in a way that was private and exclusive to people whom I shared it with. I still remember the day you came down to my hostel room and helped me created my own blog – which has been ignored this past year, but still dear to me. I cannot thank you enough! 

I’ve always loved reading your year-in-review posts – like this one – and have shamelessly adapted it into a style of mine. Also, I was often inspired by how you chronicled trips, never concentrating on the best photograph – but the best moment. 

However, my particular favourites have been the little profile posts you did on people. It felt like those were things you would never say – but could express with so much ease. Obviously the one that touched my heart was a little line you once wrote for me in this post – I don’t think I’ve been described better. Thank you.

Also, thank you – 
for introducing me to blogs 
for always reading mine, and taking it seriously
for never giving up on writing

Here’s to another awesome decade for Fuchsia! <3"
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NS - Funnily, in this short list of people, she is the third with whom I only barely exchanged smiles in the hostel and maybe never spoke for real. We've had a quiet equation through our blogs but it has been very special, nonetheless. 

"...Knowing you has been a unique experience. True to the laws of the physical world—I saw you first and then heard you through Fuschsia! And this journey has been incredibly inspirational, beautiful and comforting.

Inspirational: Because it made me want to write and express. Made me realize how empowering and therapeutic a blog can be. I had a blog when I first read Fushsia but I made it me and mine only later.

Confession: Sometimes before I got down to writing my own post, I would often visit Fuschsia to warm up to the melody of words, moments and emotions.

Beautiful: Because the journey has been so! We have not met since I started reading Fuchsia but I feel I know you—not in terms of your favorite food, movie etc. But in the sense of being comfortable and confident buying a birthday present for you :)

Comforting: Because you make vulnerability cool! As a writer, I have always been conflicted and cautious of what I write but reading you helped me understand where I wanted to settle. That sweet spot of honesty, realization and acceptance. I truly admire the way you travel and report from the spaces of heart and mind!

Fuchsia has helped me in my journey as a person and as a writer! Thank you for creating and nurturing it! It has been a pleasure knowing you :)"
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AK - Mad friend, with whom I first interacted at a random group discussion ten years ago too. Our next interaction was several months later in a completely different setting. It's sisterly love now. 

"Fuschia Funny is my window into one of my bestest friend’s heart. Every few weeks I find myself typing “F….u….s….c…h….” – you get it – into Google to find out what’s happening with “RB’s” life. 

I always tell you - that it doesn’t matter how close we are, you’re one person whose feelings I can never predict. I find it amusing that I get so unexpectedly surprised or moved by some of the things you say on the blog. Like half the things you say there – I never see them coming! As much as that might reflect badly on me from an outsider’s perspective, that’s precisely what makes your blog so precious to me. It’s my way of truly knowing you as well as I possibly can. 

The other thing that makes it precious is that it always makes me feel connected to your life. Save a camping trip to Rishikesh aeons ago, we never got around to planning a vacay together after that, now the continents keep us apart, and the last 5 times we met, felt like a 30 minute summary of the months gone by. So the blog is my friend here and I don’t feel like you live a thousand miles away from me, whenever I’m reading it.

My favourite blog posts were all the ones that had me mentioned in them. Ok, kidding, kidding.

My hands-down all-time favourite posts are your ‘year in reviews’! And just as I started writing this, I went to your blog once and realized that the one for 2016 is already up! Big, Fat, Yay! They’re honest and motivational and funny and such a great testimony to how self-aware you are. They force me to think about how my own year was and help me feel grateful about the good things and learn from the bad things that went down that year. Everyone in the world should I have year-in -review, like you do! It is the bestest post and I look forward to it every year  ☺

I wanna end this by raising a huge toast to ten years of your honest and heartwarming writing. And know that no matter how little or how much you write or no matter where you are in the world, you’ll always have a reader who feels almost child-like excitement, at the thought of a new post on Fuschia Funny."
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I am grateful for the time each of you take to read and respond to my words. Your words now and always (either as comments or personal notes and phone calls) complete the feelings that I feel. As much as writing in itself is a healing process, your words have saved me on my worst days. And as much as the blog gives me a listener for an endless rant, your responses tell me I can continue to do what I like without being classified as mad.

THANK YOU.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Renewed Life

For as long as I remember, I always pose for pictures with flowers on my birthday. Everyone around me knows that flowers make me happy, and I always have at least one or two people who send me flowers every September.

This year I didn’t get a bunch of flowers. I got a floral arrangement of diamonds. On a ring.

I haven’t stopped smiling since. God has been kind.




Monday, December 17, 2012

Sixth Birthday

While I was away in Rajasthan, my blog quietly completed six years of its awesome being. I can never quantify the splendidness of this space and what it means to me, but here I am trying to put together six highlights of this entire time with a list of six of my most loyal followers, and some of my most favourite posts of all time. 


The travelogues
From that first one about Chintpurni to this latest one about Rajasthan, I have loved writing out the details of every trip I have made in these years. And the recently put together Travels tab makes me immensely happy. Yes, I waste a lot of time re-reading these posts.

I started these almost the same time as I started this blog. In fact, some of these used to be around the birthday at one point. They help put things in perspective. Now they almost ensure that I am seeking to do new things and stay on my toes through the year. They even calm me down. They help me let go. They make me love myself more.
  
This one was legendary. I had made a random remark about the radio station, and would have never imagined it to take the turn it did. Of course, the man in question left the station a few years later and with that died the concept of talk radio, in India. And I must mention that later I even had a civil conversation with him, and invited him to a formal event on radio.

Going back to these is embarrassing, but putting them up made me very happy.  And when I do happen to read any of them, I realise that it was a long, long time ago. The time when I still believed.

The times when I have just let it flow
A lot of vague thoughts, a lot of ranting. I have used the blog on the worst of days. I have written endlessly, not caring about how my handful of readers interpret what I write. Doing this helped establish that I cannot do poetry. And well, it’s just helped me a lot.

The six most loyal followers (in no order):
     1.       Subhadip
     2.       Priyam 
     3.       Shreya
     4.       Akshay
     5.       Namrata
    6.       And the few silent followers – Ruhi, Karan, Misba, Sahil, the person in Minnesota, and everybody else that I don’t know about.

    And my 6x3 most favourite posts. I tried shortlisting six, but that didn’t happen. After all, there are 657 published posts here. Again, in no particular order:
1.       What Delhi is to me
2.       Budum-bum-bisshh - from the times when I obsessed about tags
3.       About Dad         
4.       The Most Eventful Quarter 
5.       220 Rocks - the two girls who made life extremely entertaining
6.       Metamorphosis - on having lived a year away from home
7.       The Jaipur Charm - cute guy at the airport
8.       25 - On turning 25
9.       Dot of Happiness
10.   What the Heck - thinking about some people made me happy on a crappy day
12.   Boxers - through the worst phase of life
13.   There is Nothing to Talk About - on growing up
14.   A Defence (for Delhi) - when Manu Joseph lost it!
15.   2012 - the year's travels
16.   Yoga Mornings
17.   Every Day - on being me
18.   According to Flickr – 10 of my most interesting photos as at that date
            
I am excluding all travel-related and year-end posts from this list. Just cannot choose!

It’s a happy happy birthday to my dear Fuchsiaa!!! :D

Saturday, September 01, 2012

Turning 26


This post is here not because I have some thoughts I want to register, but because I want to have some registered thoughts for this time. 

This year I am prepared for birthday blues. I think that's why I have been relatively more in control this time. Or am I speaking too soon? Will know in a few hours.

The past year has largely been about work. It has kept me stable and happy. No complaints on that front.

Also, there were some letters of regret. Too little too late, I would say. Add to that some disappointments which were no surprise. Some phone numbers I choose not to save. It manages my own expectations well and works out quite alright.

On the health front there is nothing that I have not said already. I only wish things were better. Sometimes I am thankful it is not worse, but that kind of optimism is too ideal to be real. It's stupid steroids I have to deal with! So, for me, the reality is seriously about bonus years after 40. The quarter life stories are rather invalid. 

My travels have been more satisfying than anything else. While I always wanted to travel a lot, I never really thought I would see so many places. I have been working on keeping myself happy. No compromises here. And I have been fairly successful. The two-part Big 25 celebrations started a series of some awesome trips in the past year. Looking forward to some more in the next year!

When I was about 16 years old, every time I thought about the future, I could visualise life till only about 26-27. It is nothing like I imagined it to be, but at least I had some vision. As of today, that vision is of a much shorter duration. I cannot picture anything beyond 32-33. Not that I need to, but that pitch dark channel can sometimes make one uncomfortable. No?

I am quite disliking this number, 26. I don't like the sound of it. It doesn't even add up to a number I would like. 25 was good. So let's do one thing. From this year on, let's drop the number game. A simple, "happy budday" will do. There's no need for the number. Except the title of this post, of course. Okay? Good.

Okay then. As I go on to gather some sand, some snow, some lenses, some love, some stamina, and some more money, you be good! I shall keep you updated on all of the above. :-)


P.S. - Please add, "fewer meds" to that list. And send me some real gifts this time.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

A Review


My 25 things-to-do list from last birthday...

1. Of course, get that job! - Check! I think I am in the right place.


2. Get the knee fixed - Check! We're almost fixed. 


3. Visit the Taj Mahal - Check! 


4. Make one long trip to the Himalayas - Check! It was brilliant!!


5. Make another long trip to Rajasthan in the winters - Still on the list. Maybe this year.


6. Buy a car - Changed my mind.


7. Help Mom redo the house - She doesn't listen!


8. Pick up a new hobby - Err... no new hobby. 


9. Learn a new language, Spanish maybe - I took exactly four lessons. 


10. Catch one of Ustad Zakir Hussain's concerts - Check! It was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!


11. Find an occasion to wear that black dress - It's still in the cupboard. :-/


12. Burn up the past for good - Well, cannot claim to have burnt it. But I have locked it up. 


13. Clear my debt - Check! 


14. Actively participate in at least one initiative of Blank Noise's - Unfortunately didn't.


15. Invest in silk, silver, and a lot of white! :D - White count of my cupboard has reached an embarrassing number. :D


16. Try quitting consumption of bread - I quit for a short period, and now just consume lesser than I did last year. 


17. Try about three different hairdos - Done, of course. 


18. Make the line clearer - It is clearer than it ever was. 


19. Get a hot new frame for my spectacles too - I do think the current ones are hot.


20. Barring that dress, get rid of all black coloured things in my life - I'm almost there.


21. Cut down on unnecessary loyalties - Taken care of.


22. Spend less time online - Work does ensure that I spend less time online.


23. Start reading again - Err... I blame the two books that I tried restarting with.


24. Take dance classes - I think I will do it this year. 


25. Let it be. - Letting it be. 

That is a good score. Thank you, life. You have been kind. 

Monday, December 13, 2010

Four Years Later

After much contemplation, I went to Pune this past weekend for my convocation ceremony. And well, I did everything except get the degree. Don't ask why. It should suffice to know that systems fail in a lot of places.

I flew via Bombay and experienced the city at leisure for the first time. Had always rushed there - be it for flights or interviews. Robin took me to a place called Candies. A nice place, except that I could not help but notice the number of stairs I had to climb.

The evening in Pune was split between Sheesha and Stone Water Grill. Both these places are quite popular with the locals, but I could never get myself to like Sheesha. Starting with the name, it's all too ordinary and less. But Stone Water Grill I enjoyed. Did the much overdue tequila shots and danced till my foot could not handle more. The highlight was a routine with some Korean guys with a robot dance. You really had to be there to know how much fun that was because it was really really fun!! :D

Met a few people that I was looking forward to see, and looked through some whom I really do not give a damn about.

About the new hairdo, from rockstar to power corporate to school boy to downright uncool, I got all sorts of comments. Attention is always good. And you know which comment I loved the most. :D
And a stranger got curious about how I look with longer hair. ;-)

I was glad to half-strip at the Delhi airport security check because of the metal round my leg, and Mumbai airport security I wanted to slap someone for the non-sense they put me through. :-/

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I am now off to Uttarakhand for a week. Covering almost the entire Kumaon area for an official project. Super excited!

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Now I do not even care about getting pictures clicked with people who are important. Not sure if that is because they are not important enough any more or if it really does not affect me any more. But I have definitely come a long long way from the time when I obsessed about these things.

I will hopefully click some pictures over the next week though.

I'll do the new year post once I am back. Looking forward to the reflection hour. :-)

For now, ta!

Friday, September 03, 2010

25


I turned 24 today. It was the quietest birthday so far. It was slower than the 21st, which then seemed like the slowest it could get. I kept the tradition of crying in the 48-hour window before the birthday gets over. But it was birthday at home after three years, so I am not complaining.

This post, for a change, is not about what I did on my birthday. It is about the 25 things I want to do in the next one year. Let's begin!


1. Of course, get that job!

2. Get the knee fixed

3. Visit the Taj Mahal

4. Make one long trip to the Himalayas

5. Make another long trip to Rajasthan in the winters

6. Buy a car

7. Help Mom redo the house

8. Pick up a new hobby

9. Learn a new language, Spanish maybe

10. Catch one of Ustad Zakir Hussain's concerts

11. Find an occasion to wear that black dress

12. Burn up the past for good

13. Clear my debt

14. Actively participate in at least one initiative of Blank Noise's

15. Invest in silk, silver, and a lot of white! :D

16. Try quitting consumption of bread

17. Try about three different hairdos

18. Make the line clearer

19. Get a hot new frame for my spectacles too

20. Barring that dress, get rid of all black coloured things in my life

21. Cut down on unnecessary loyalties

22. Spend less time online

23. Start reading again

24. Take dance classes

25. Let it be.


This isn't very me. I do not generally like talking about the future like this. But I thought if there's so much that has been different this time, why not an uncharacteristic post! :-)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

9/11

It's the mad boy's birthday today. Geek-o-Boy turns 22.

He's the most adorable, sweet, warm, corny, crass, intelligent, charming, funny, supportive, and BLAH! guy I know today. He's so kiddish that you feel like slapping him half the time. And then you see those deep thoughts surface and surprise you at times. A recent conversation with him snatched away from me something that was always considered intrinsic to my personality (by me and others). He was not wrong. But he said it so matter-of-factly and nonchalantly that I did not even realise what happened. Changed my idea of me to quite an extent.

He's the typical mad, obsessive Virgo that many people find hard to deal with. But he's also the most efficient, warm, and sensitive person that you'd only be too lucky to have as a friend.

Today my life and my days are incomplete without him. My happiness is incomplete without his. And I'm wishing for LOTS of happiness and luck for him in the coming year. And above all, I wish peace for him.

He calls me Bageera boy. :-| That comes from Bageecha. Which comes from my original name. Talk about left-handed boys'
creative products!


Friday, September 04, 2009

The Orange Mirrors*

As it often happens in big groups, you can never find a time/moment when everybody would be willing to do the same thing together. Reasons are mostly valid.
Our plan to set out to Kashid/Murud/Panchgani/Lonavala/ANYWHERE on 2nd evening got cancelled. The rigid me spoilt her mood even though I understood why we could not go. We could not even have gone partying for the same reasons.

Through the early hours of that night, I looked up places close to Pune where I could go myself the next morning. I liked Wai, but dropped the idea because of Anant Chaturdashi on the 3rd. Tamhini Ghat was next. The pictures looked good. The distance didn't seem too much either. And so I knew what I was going to do on my 23rd! Away from the black cat who was crying non-stop in the hostel that night!!

We maintain the standard midnight cake culture here on campus. But I was not expecting it to happen because of last minute changes in plans, and also because of the fact that we had classes till late on the 2nd which would have meant that nobody could have gone to the city to get the cake. I forgot that Priyam was missing from the last class.

Ridhima came to invite me at 11:55 p.m. Yumm chocolate truffle was waiting. With some 18 people. The damn mood finally behaved.



Lots of people, lots of smiles, LOTS of cake on my face, cake horns, a few phone calls, flowers, hugs, pictures, and a cold water head bath on a kinda chilly night, and it was 1:00 a.m.!


Retarded kid with papa who's afraid of getting cream on his tee


She came licking!!!

Everybody! Priyam clicked.

The girls - Ridhima, Swetha, Priyam, Ruhi, and Vrinda - had more plans for the night. There were balloons, alcohol (minus the soft drinks), and music. My room: Swetha's speakers connected, lights dimmed, and the floor had Ruhi beginning the dance-y bull shit of the night. :D
How the next couple of hours went by, maybe Priyam can tell best because she captured every single moment on her camera. The obscene dances, the mad laughters, the yuck whisky with kaam chalau iced tea that everybody still had, and the non-publishable pictures made for my typical birthday night in a girls' hostel.

Ahem.

Ye kali kaudiyali raaat :D



I was also informed that I needn't go to the Ghat alone the next morning. Everybody will come along. :D

Swetha's injuries from an accident the previous week had put her in too much pain the next morning. She could not have afforded to exert through the day. I hated leaving her behind! But the rest of us did carry on. Add Robin and Sahil to the list of girls mentioned above, and we were ready to drive out!
It was a much longer drive than we expected. The waterfalls were nothing like the pictures Google threw at me. But the drive was superb! It was raining, and the view was brilliant! We sang along with the Pune radio and just laughed through the two hours of the journey. Sahil sat with a long face through most part of the journey, but he improved over his long face of exactly a year ago. So we have to give him the benefit of doubt here, especially because he got perfectly okay once we reached the waterfall.



Our Liril girl

The girls!!

The Liril girls with a lucky boy


The water was a little cold, it was still raining, none of us had a change of clothes (even though we all knew where we were going), but what the heck! We HAD to climb up the slippery rocks and play with the water. AND we forced Priyam to let us use Mr. 1000D for the pictures too! Who knew that Robin, the creep had his digicam nicely packed in his bag! Ridhima was the only one dressed for the occasion (as always). A combination of her shorts and Vrinda's green made for the perfect Liril (la..lalalala....) moment! Sahil just enjoyed the moment.

The sweet driver offered to click

Once the tryst with little black worms (who WERE there in spite of running water) and all the slipping on the rocks was done, we began the journey back. The radio stations' frequencies were getting mingled and we got to hear some of the worst remixes of our lives. It was still hilarious because mindlessness was the order of the day. Being completely wet and sitting in the car was a tad bit uncomfortable in the beginning, and the lack of washrooms in the wilderness on this cold rainy day made it extremely uncomfortable by the end of it! To beat the cold (or not), we took out a bottle of Old Monk that was left over from last night. We had Coke on us this time! But the ones sitting in the back of the Tavera put neat alcohol in the Coke bottle, said it out loud too, but Priyam ignored (read never heard) the disclaimer and had a huge sip of the same. She was a sight after that! Uff!! She was the entertainment factor for the next half hour.

Priyam!



:P


Robin Bobbin

Pizza Hut is becoming my birthday lunch ritual. I have lost count of the number of birthdays I have gone to that place to eat on. This time the reason was exactly the same as last year. Last time it was Ganesh Chaturthi, this time Anant Chaturdashi - most roads were blocked because of the processions and celebrations. Pizza Hut comes closest to good food in the accessible areas.
The wet us started shivering the moment we entered the air-conditioned restaurant; that was funny too. And then we started hogging!


Nanu called..

While we were there, one of the many processions were passing by on the road outside. It was a group of young boys in white kurtas and red stoles with huge drums. The rhythm with which they played those drums was to die for! I swear I generally don't find these things too entertaining, but this group was plain BRILLIANT! I stood outside and thoroughly enjoyed the whole process. The beats, the symmetry, the ambience, the frolic... it was all out of the world! I especially liked the fact that they were not dancing to filmy numbers, and were instead doing it in an authentic style.




A moment anything but blurred

Exhausted, we got back to campus in the evening. I took a little nap, attended a few more phone calls, and quietly closed the birthday with four Muskeeters from Rohini. :D

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I had not had time do this year's birthday shopping until today. And what did I buy? An expensive, girly dress!
With lotsa green in it!! :D
And now I am completely broke. But completely satiated. :-)

*It somehow translates into 'My 23rd!' in my head. :D

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Innaiku ennaku porandha naal


The schedule for the semester said that September 3rd and 4th will be holidays. Several weeks in advance I started talking about moving out of Pune for the two days. After much contemplation, we decided that it won’t be too good an idea to go because it is festive time here in Maharashtra and the streets are a little crazy with celebrations and frenzy.

So it was decided that 2nd night will be a party. The only condition I laid down was that there has to be dance. The onus of deciding and planning everything else was on friends. Poor things brainstormed on minute details like mad for days. Surprises were also being planned, and I was being made to eat alone at the mess while the secret stuff was on.

What was also happening (of things I knew about) was a wardrobe makeover for yours truly. First she bought a fancy top for which she thought a Mr Chopra will be decent company in helping to decide. But turned out he didn’t know how to help women shop. So the coordinators of the event – Ridhima HI! Mehra and Swetha Bijli came to my rescue and we bought something pretty.

Then a couple of days later Ashraf and Nidhi helped me shop for a skirt which was ‘very-unlike-Richa’. But “cute” (as everything I will ever own or do in this lifetime) it was, and a 40% discount it had, so we merrily bought it.

Here comes the afternoon of 2nd September and the notice board says that Aarbee along with three other party members were required to report in the office at 8:00 pm for an interview. So the cab will come later and we will have lesser time to funjoy. Nonetheless, finally after a LOT of continuous planning we left campus at 9:45 pm. Two cars loaded with 14 people headed to the city which was apparently choked due to rain and traffic. It took us about a very eventful one hour to reach an area called Kalyani Nagar and there we figured that things are going to be shut within minutes and we have no place to eat, drink or DANCE. Happy to me! Not even Comesum at the railway station was an option because there were drunken men all over the place anyway. And there were thullas too who would not have allowed 10 of us to be in one Tavera. Only one place had lights on at 11:30 - McDonald’s. We go and loot all that their kitchen had left in it. Not enough for all of us, but we make do. I started feeling better because I felt I was turning 13 or something, not 22. A yummm chocolate truffle cake arrived and also began a flood of phone calls. There went the routine followed by a wise decision of just coming back to campus because there was NO place to go to in this students’ city. :-/

You know who was torn between feelings of being happy that there are 14 other people trying to make her day exciting and of being sad because of the fact that one of the gods decided to steal her thunder.

So we just played blaring music in the car, sang out loud, stopped over at a dhaba to get some proper food, and were back on campus at 2:00 am. The dance HAD to be there and we were lucky to have Bappi da with us on Ranjan’s phone. So we walk-danced from the academic block to the hostels on the tunes of Yaar bina chein kahan re and so on. Akash, our techie cameraboy was playing Shashi Kapoor for the night and made sure we laughed like crazy.

After further madness and realisation that we did not have alcohol for the girls on one of the floors (automatic, natural dry day for MY floor), we just called it a day and five of us came to my room while the others went to their respective hostels and rooms. My birthday had just begun, so the surprise was waiting for me to change into pyjamas. It was a video full of wishes and love that all these guys had recorded and edited for me. Now that was something I had never been at the receiving end of. So I smiled through the 20 minutes of footage and as usual was left with no words at the end of it. And so I smiled further. =)

At 4:00 am we NEEDED sleep, so everyone went off. I don’t know when I got sleep because I started answering phones again at 7:00 am. The number of embarrassing calls was the highest this time because most people called on my Reliance phone and that phone has no numbers saved apart from those of the Pune people. So a friend calls and plays the guitar, and I am compelled to ask who it is because I had absolutely no clue about who I was talking to. Some sent some profanities free with the wishes, others just didn’t say anything.

For lunch I wanted pizza and my friends wanted embarrassment for me. So they told the Pizza Hut people that it is my happy to you and they made me stand in the centre (thankfully, not on a chair) and sang a strange happy budday song. The cutest thing there though was a small girl coming up to wish me and giving me her FiveStar. And she genuinely wanted me to have it because she barely took a bite of it when I offered it to her. Darn sweet!

Spent the entire day eating, walking and shopping in the city and came back by the 9:00 pm bus. Also, received and bought flowers. One of the bouquets that I received became a little extra special though. It had travelled a couple of kms less than 2,000 if I am not wrong. It was from a Bong in Calcutta. The one who took note of a mad request I had made on the blog last week. Super-duper happy!!!

By the time I reached my room I was too dead! Still sat and organized all the photographs that were clicked over the past 24 hours. And now writing this too.

But before ending I really need to thank the gang here without whom this day would not have been so special.

Please make way…

Aakash

Akshay

Amrah

Bijli

Booty

Debby

KD

Maria

Nidhi

Ranjan

Reitesh

Ridhima

Robin

Ruhi

Sahil

Shagun

Shahwan

Venky

Vrinda

- All sweethearts!! It doesn’t feel like I have known them for only two months. And they don’t behave as if they’ve known me for only two months. Love ‘em all!! =)

Thanking you. :P

All of us, with Priyam behind the camera



On the way back to campus.

On campus :)

During the day


Home was quiet and missed me. Even though I am having a lot of fun here, I hope to go back soon and spend more birthdays there. Love you, Ma, Pa and Bhaiya. Mmuaaah!!