Birthdays used to be a lot of fun. Not anymore. Well, of course it's fun to be the birthday girl and get the hugs, gifts, handshakes, gifts, wishes, gifts, phone calls, did i mention gifts?! :P but then, when you realise that you are a whole year older..yeah like a WHOLE GOD-DAMN YEAR OLDER, it takes a lot away from it. sigh....
The best part about birthdays is definitely the (no not the gifts...i'm not that shallow also!) cake. caaaaaaake! aah! i love cake! and i love my birthdays because owing to the sheer number of friends i have, i end up having more that one party and therefore more than one cake. JOY!
friends...yes that reminds me of a very funny fact. every year i have additions to my friends list. this year too i have made some great new friends who would most definitely be invited. sadly though, the one i really, really want to have around wont be there :(
so all in all i guess birthdays are just about OK. they have surely lost their charm...i used to be kicked from october 1 and would actually cross off days from the calender when i was younger. but now i wish i could do something in great contrast to that!!!! so while on one hand there are the gifts, the cake, the hugs, the wishes and the happy-happy spoilt feeling, on the other there is the realisation that i am growing OLD. bloody hell i'll be in my late twenties now!!! how scary is that?!!! i wanted to be so many things before i was 27 and i got nothing done :((( but i guess its ok...i'll survive and if all goes well, i'll be writing a similar post next year and cribbing perhaps a little more :D
till then, a very happy birthday to me!!!!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
A Smile From You
When I felt it was all over,
A smile from you reinstated faith
When I started to walk away
A smile from you pulled me back
When I knew the end was near
A smile from you proved me wrong
When the pieces began to fall off
A smile from you glued the jigsaw back
When the heart was parched
A smile from you washed the drought away
When my life was in place
A smile from you set madness in motion!
When I thought it wasn’t needed
A smile from you displayed insane love
But just when I needed you the most to smile
A smile from you was nowhere to be found…
A smile from you reinstated faith
When I started to walk away
A smile from you pulled me back
When I knew the end was near
A smile from you proved me wrong
When the pieces began to fall off
A smile from you glued the jigsaw back
When the heart was parched
A smile from you washed the drought away
When my life was in place
A smile from you set madness in motion!
When I thought it wasn’t needed
A smile from you displayed insane love
But just when I needed you the most to smile
A smile from you was nowhere to be found…
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Dance with me....
Disclaimer: Before I begin, let me tell you that this post is politically incorrect. Please do not get offended by what I say. It's just the way I feel, and it isn't necessarily the way it is.
DANCE WITH ME
I went for a dance show the other day. dancing is, and has always been one of my most favourite things. And one of my life's greatest regret is that I never learnt dancing myself. I sooo wish i could dance....sigh!
I have also been attracted to men who can dance. well, not classical dancers, but the 'cool' types, like the hip-hop dancers or basically guys who could move their bodies (mind u in a macho way!). As a result, i've loved everyone from John Travolta to Vivek Oberoi, from the Backstreet Boys to Ranbir Kapoor. If you can dance, you can win my heart! i have had crazy crushes over guys i didnt even know, but just saw dancing!
i always thought that any form of non-indian dance was sexy for men (pls refer to disclaimer before getting offended!). so when i got an invitation for a western classical dance show, i was over the moon. i was told that a lot of guys would be dancing too and so i was really looking forward to it. i dressed up nicely and was on my way to observe these apparently sexy guys who could dance. i entered the venue and was even surprised to see how cute some of them were!! but that was all till the dancing began............
initially i was confused. i didnt know if it was me or just the way they danced. i am sorry, but i found the whole concept so gay (disclaimer disclaimer!!)...i mean, i'm sorry, but there just isnt anything macho in a guy taking graceful steps n moving their hips and butts in an extra smooth manner. the girls doing the same were looking so nice, and i couldnt help but think that some things are just meant for women!!! and that's when it hit me - i find men dancing classical dances effeminate! i'm sorry, but thats just what i feel!!!!
i was upset because i always thought men should be in touch with their feminine side - it makes them sensitive, caring and responsible. but now i feel i know the difference between being in touch with the feminine side and being (or coming across) as plain effeminate!
ok, now that i have written this, i am sure to receive a lot of flack. you are welcome to leave a comment, but before you do PLEASE read the disclaimer once again! :P
DANCE WITH ME
I went for a dance show the other day. dancing is, and has always been one of my most favourite things. And one of my life's greatest regret is that I never learnt dancing myself. I sooo wish i could dance....sigh!
I have also been attracted to men who can dance. well, not classical dancers, but the 'cool' types, like the hip-hop dancers or basically guys who could move their bodies (mind u in a macho way!). As a result, i've loved everyone from John Travolta to Vivek Oberoi, from the Backstreet Boys to Ranbir Kapoor. If you can dance, you can win my heart! i have had crazy crushes over guys i didnt even know, but just saw dancing!
i always thought that any form of non-indian dance was sexy for men (pls refer to disclaimer before getting offended!). so when i got an invitation for a western classical dance show, i was over the moon. i was told that a lot of guys would be dancing too and so i was really looking forward to it. i dressed up nicely and was on my way to observe these apparently sexy guys who could dance. i entered the venue and was even surprised to see how cute some of them were!! but that was all till the dancing began............
initially i was confused. i didnt know if it was me or just the way they danced. i am sorry, but i found the whole concept so gay (disclaimer disclaimer!!)...i mean, i'm sorry, but there just isnt anything macho in a guy taking graceful steps n moving their hips and butts in an extra smooth manner. the girls doing the same were looking so nice, and i couldnt help but think that some things are just meant for women!!! and that's when it hit me - i find men dancing classical dances effeminate! i'm sorry, but thats just what i feel!!!!
i was upset because i always thought men should be in touch with their feminine side - it makes them sensitive, caring and responsible. but now i feel i know the difference between being in touch with the feminine side and being (or coming across) as plain effeminate!
ok, now that i have written this, i am sure to receive a lot of flack. you are welcome to leave a comment, but before you do PLEASE read the disclaimer once again! :P
Monday, August 9, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Kisses
This is the cutest kiddy poem i've read....couldn't find it anywhere on the net. so posting it here for everyone to read :-) Kisses by Ian Souter
KISSES!
Last week
my face was smothered in kisses.
YES - KISSES!
First there was the dribbly-wibbly kiss
when Mum slurped all over me
like an eight-mouthed octopus.
("There's my favourite boy!")
Then there was the lipstick-redstick kiss
when my aunt's rosy lips
painted themselves on my cheeks.
("Isn't he so handsome!")
Next came the flutter-eye, butterfly kiss
when my girlfriend smoochy-cooched
and fluttered her eyelashes at the same time.
("OOOOOOOOOOOOH!")
After that there was the soggy-doggy kiss
when our pet Labrador Sally
tried to lick my face off.
("Slop! Slop! Woof!")
Following that there was the "watch out here I come" miss kiss
when my little sister aimed for me
but missed and kissed the cat instead.
("UUUUUUUUURGH")
then there was the spectacular-Dracula kiss
when my cousin Isabel leapt from behind the shower curtain
and attacked my neck
("AAAAAAAAAGH - suck!")
Of course there was the "ssssssh don't tell anyone" self kiss
when I looked into the bathroom mirror
and kissed myself. (Once was enough!)
But the unbeatable, second to none, zing-dinger of a kiss
came from Gran.
It was lip-sucking, cheek-plucking, Donald Duckling
SMACKEROONY OF A KISS. (She'd forgotten to put her teeth in!)
-Ian Souter
KISSES!
Last week
my face was smothered in kisses.
YES - KISSES!
First there was the dribbly-wibbly kiss
when Mum slurped all over me
like an eight-mouthed octopus.
("There's my favourite boy!")
Then there was the lipstick-redstick kiss
when my aunt's rosy lips
painted themselves on my cheeks.
("Isn't he so handsome!")
Next came the flutter-eye, butterfly kiss
when my girlfriend smoochy-cooched
and fluttered her eyelashes at the same time.
("OOOOOOOOOOOOH!")
After that there was the soggy-doggy kiss
when our pet Labrador Sally
tried to lick my face off.
("Slop! Slop! Woof!")
Following that there was the "watch out here I come" miss kiss
when my little sister aimed for me
but missed and kissed the cat instead.
("UUUUUUUUURGH")
then there was the spectacular-Dracula kiss
when my cousin Isabel leapt from behind the shower curtain
and attacked my neck
("AAAAAAAAAGH - suck!")
Of course there was the "ssssssh don't tell anyone" self kiss
when I looked into the bathroom mirror
and kissed myself. (Once was enough!)
But the unbeatable, second to none, zing-dinger of a kiss
came from Gran.
It was lip-sucking, cheek-plucking, Donald Duckling
SMACKEROONY OF A KISS. (She'd forgotten to put her teeth in!)
-Ian Souter
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)