Here's my take at trying to put down some random facts about myself that would, maybe define me to a certain extent.
I am my Daddy's girl….here's blowing u a kiss daddy!
Then I am mamma’s angel too…..a kiss for u too mum!
But the best thing to happen to me...sis!!
If I were to live my life again, I wud choose to be an albatross -spread my wings and fly over the ocean. It's the only one in the Kingdom of Animals that mates for life. Invests in a romantic 7 years of courtship and settles down with its mate. Their love is for keeps. They are not used to the concept of multiple partners. Incase, an albatross dies….its mate doesn't survive long.
I’m lucky to have friends like the rock of Gibraltor, who have always stood by me…thru thick and thin. (Though it makes me wonder how men can really be such good friends) .…
A movie I can watch over & over again->Vanilla Sky, very close to my heart.
Maybe coz David(Tom) is unable to win his true love…. or maybe it is the way, guilt haunts him all his life for the shabby way he treated the other girl in his life, Julie(Cameron Diaz) who was truly in love with him.
But the best part of the movie…is the last 15 mins when the dreams end and reality takes over, when the surreal-abrupts burst into ur face and u step out of the twilight zone.... once the psychologist played by Kurt Russell starts analyzing David…there are metaphors sprinkled all over...in the movie…its a thinking man’s movie…it makes u brood…it makes u think & it makes ur heart ache for David when he realizes that the moments spent with Sophia were all an illusion…..that she was never his and yet in the end when she says ‘ You were missed’….it makes u wonder, did she harbour any feelings for him, after all?.But the line that I remember most is where the other girl realizes he’s in luv with someone else and says something to the effect of ‘we’ll meet in our next lifetime, as cats’….
I love the sea…I hate the mountains. The way the sea tosses its mighty head arrogantly, rushes into the inviting arms of the beaches and retreats reluctantly to the call of the mermaids that want it back home. I love the way the sea makes love to the beaches, those rumbling sounds of love making when the sea caresses the beaches, fondling it with a mischievous glint in its eye…..
In contrast, the mountains frown at me, rooted at a spot for centuries...with secrets embedded in its bowels and give me an intimidating look everytime my folks drag me to the mountains!!
I can die for Chocolates …umm,there was a time when I was crazy about it….dunno if I am still that way…but then, back then, I was mad about a lot of things…
Lines that I would love to hear someday….’Grow old with me, the best is yet to be’…
Being kissed on the forehead ….thats the most endearing expression of love...
Luv the star splashed nite sky….can spend hours laying on my back on the terrace, gazing at the shimmering dots sprinkled lavishly across the thick blanket of the midnight blue sky. My imagination runs wild on such star gazing nights and beautiful thoughts run through my mind….millions of beautiful snapshots….fragments of poetry that form in my mind….wish I cud replace the backdrop of the terrace with a gorgeous beach.
Since childhood, I’ve had this crazy thing about writing looong letters to God, telling him all about my life….and when I feel stronger, I tear those letters and leave behind no traces of the secret correspondence between us...
There was a time when I wanted to become a jet-setting travel writer. I’ve always fantasized about exploring the exotic places, tasting their cuisine and as a travel writer,I wudnt even have had to pay for it!Like a carefree bubble...i cud have drifted from one end of the sky to another,from shore to shore,jungle to jungle
But such a nomadic existence cudnt have brought me any stability in my already chaotic life...
Never realized why a Brahmin considers himself better than a Dalit, I’v always loathed the caste system, never understood why ‘we’ have so many festivals throughout the year, never connected with the ‘richness’ of ‘our’ religion,never understood why we need pandits to solemnize marriage ceremonies or why in case of important events we need to communicate with God via these people who are blessed to be born in a privileged caste.
I’ve always wanted to apologize to my parents for not being able to match up to them. Dad is a brilliant engineer and if we wouldn’t have t held her back, today, mom could have been a top notch CEO ruling the corporate world, what with her sharp analytical mind & amazing leadership skills. While I’v always been lousy in maths & science & yeah have none of mom’s smashing talents. They say the next generation catches up fast & moves 3 steps ahead….i underwent regression….forget, leaping 3 steps ahead, I’ve not even been able to catch up with ‘em. Sorry mom, sorry dad.
Want to leave behind footfprints on the hearts of those whose paths crossed mine…I want people to remember me even after my last performance….long after I have bowed out of the stage….
I am my Daddy's girl….here's blowing u a kiss daddy!
Then I am mamma’s angel too…..a kiss for u too mum!
But the best thing to happen to me...sis!!
If I were to live my life again, I wud choose to be an albatross -spread my wings and fly over the ocean. It's the only one in the Kingdom of Animals that mates for life. Invests in a romantic 7 years of courtship and settles down with its mate. Their love is for keeps. They are not used to the concept of multiple partners. Incase, an albatross dies….its mate doesn't survive long.
I’m lucky to have friends like the rock of Gibraltor, who have always stood by me…thru thick and thin. (Though it makes me wonder how men can really be such good friends) .…
A movie I can watch over & over again->Vanilla Sky, very close to my heart.
Maybe coz David(Tom) is unable to win his true love…. or maybe it is the way, guilt haunts him all his life for the shabby way he treated the other girl in his life, Julie(Cameron Diaz) who was truly in love with him.
But the best part of the movie…is the last 15 mins when the dreams end and reality takes over, when the surreal-abrupts burst into ur face and u step out of the twilight zone.... once the psychologist played by Kurt Russell starts analyzing David…there are metaphors sprinkled all over...in the movie…its a thinking man’s movie…it makes u brood…it makes u think & it makes ur heart ache for David when he realizes that the moments spent with Sophia were all an illusion…..that she was never his and yet in the end when she says ‘ You were missed’….it makes u wonder, did she harbour any feelings for him, after all?.But the line that I remember most is where the other girl realizes he’s in luv with someone else and says something to the effect of ‘we’ll meet in our next lifetime, as cats’….
I love the sea…I hate the mountains. The way the sea tosses its mighty head arrogantly, rushes into the inviting arms of the beaches and retreats reluctantly to the call of the mermaids that want it back home. I love the way the sea makes love to the beaches, those rumbling sounds of love making when the sea caresses the beaches, fondling it with a mischievous glint in its eye…..
In contrast, the mountains frown at me, rooted at a spot for centuries...with secrets embedded in its bowels and give me an intimidating look everytime my folks drag me to the mountains!!
I can die for Chocolates …umm,there was a time when I was crazy about it….dunno if I am still that way…but then, back then, I was mad about a lot of things…
Lines that I would love to hear someday….’Grow old with me, the best is yet to be’…
Being kissed on the forehead ….thats the most endearing expression of love...
Luv the star splashed nite sky….can spend hours laying on my back on the terrace, gazing at the shimmering dots sprinkled lavishly across the thick blanket of the midnight blue sky. My imagination runs wild on such star gazing nights and beautiful thoughts run through my mind….millions of beautiful snapshots….fragments of poetry that form in my mind….wish I cud replace the backdrop of the terrace with a gorgeous beach.
Since childhood, I’ve had this crazy thing about writing looong letters to God, telling him all about my life….and when I feel stronger, I tear those letters and leave behind no traces of the secret correspondence between us...
There was a time when I wanted to become a jet-setting travel writer. I’ve always fantasized about exploring the exotic places, tasting their cuisine and as a travel writer,I wudnt even have had to pay for it!Like a carefree bubble...i cud have drifted from one end of the sky to another,from shore to shore,jungle to jungle
But such a nomadic existence cudnt have brought me any stability in my already chaotic life...
Never realized why a Brahmin considers himself better than a Dalit, I’v always loathed the caste system, never understood why ‘we’ have so many festivals throughout the year, never connected with the ‘richness’ of ‘our’ religion,never understood why we need pandits to solemnize marriage ceremonies or why in case of important events we need to communicate with God via these people who are blessed to be born in a privileged caste.
I’ve always wanted to apologize to my parents for not being able to match up to them. Dad is a brilliant engineer and if we wouldn’t have t held her back, today, mom could have been a top notch CEO ruling the corporate world, what with her sharp analytical mind & amazing leadership skills. While I’v always been lousy in maths & science & yeah have none of mom’s smashing talents. They say the next generation catches up fast & moves 3 steps ahead….i underwent regression….forget, leaping 3 steps ahead, I’ve not even been able to catch up with ‘em. Sorry mom, sorry dad.
Want to leave behind footfprints on the hearts of those whose paths crossed mine…I want people to remember me even after my last performance….long after I have bowed out of the stage….
posted by the silhouette | Sunday, April 02, 2006
5 Comments:
hey ginie,
that was an awesome piece... btu you know waht....you might not have the talents that your mom nad dad have, but i am sure there are a lot of things that yo posses that your mom and dad are proud of.... you are a very talented young lady, and taht is a comment i made from the core of my heart cos i have interacted with you personally...
and about the footprints mark dear...
you always do make your mark on the people you meet.... and fortunately, i am one of them....
you with your innocent simplicity, heart rendering vulnerability.... and the way you become a willing/unwilling prey to leg pullings :D (sorry couldnt control that ;)he he)
you leave a mark in everything ya do.... so girl, go ahead and traverse the whole world....you will make an impression everywhere...
no one can forget you...
WHO could forget such a vulnerable prey, bhaiiiiiiiii ??? hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee....
hey bongbabe,
i luv u...
well sorry to chip in late.... but my stupid net connection blah blah and you know the rest.... i thought vish was sooo rite in analyzin u.... but anyways... if u expect me to write down stuff like u are simple and innocent and all, then forget it, enough fishin for compliments and man wasnt the catch good! hehe.... but ya, one will find it hard to lose you in the wilderness of oblivion when you fed away in your own sweet universe... because when the world is swroming like inmbeciles like yours truely, :), it is not only hard, but also next to impossible to find an individual like you... its funny how we have reached the pit of paranoia, that wen we come across a conventional sweetheart like you, we think you are just being stupid... all i hope is that you meet people who wouldnt take advantage of you, and wen i see u making frnds with pple like me, i certainly worry coz trust me, its not a good start :)...
and let the "bast'e'rds" who pull ur leg "go to hell" and may they never get any "gupchup" in their life, let them remain the "bangrus" that they are and "sarofy" everyday like "skeletal insects" and let everythng that belongs to them get "garbaraiad" so that u stop being the "hippo"-cryt..... after all, "commmonn" na "bhaiiiiii", they are jst mundane mortals from "budge budge"....:)
love you
cheers.
hi there
went thru ur blog. nothing worthwhile u know. a word of advise
there are better things to do in life. why write crap that nobody can relate to? there are better things to do in life than write about stuff people dont care about.
hey anonymous, let me jst rephrase wat u said... its definately not for dumfarts like u.... with the brain the size of ur balls... but am sure the bright ones with brains can relate to it.... and if u are so disinterested in her writings, then y bother taking so much time out of ur occupation of farming and showing off ur pathetic mindset of discouragement?... i mean u are too mundane a person to appreciate class... but my advise is if u have the mindset of a mason... then act like one... dnt be a wannabe... really put a sorry picture..go back to ur feilds peasant... ur cow is waiting.... and plz leave the creativity to pple like ginie.... man... u gv the word "loser" a new height... anyways, my condolences for the event of ur birth....
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