Top 5 things about the IPL 2009

1. The Vodafone ‘Zoozoo’ ads.
2. The Passion Pro ad. (I like the track, 'Kuch bole bin, kahe sune...')
3. Everyone shouting out loud when the trumpet is played.
4. Kings XI Punjab not making it to the semis.
5. And finally, it’s over!

Back again

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. My schedule since the day I’ve joined my job is the main reason for my absence on the blog scene. Try as hard I may, I find it difficult to spare even a few minutes just for the sake of one post at least one month.

Determination can bring down mountains and create regular blogs. Laziness can help put off a thing for a day… or months… or even make a blog defunct. I’ll not let that happen to my blog. I will try to post minimum one per month. And if I’m not too lazy, it may rain posts on this blog. (Dream on, girl :P)

Wish me luck.

Think Green...

Jukebox.

I was walking along the road the other day when a car went past me. The speakers blasted some familiar music. Then I realised it was some track from the Backstreet Boys. Two young guys in a car on the streets of Bombay listening to Backstreet Boys in the year 2008! I wanted to roll on the floor laughing but then for some reason (doing so on the streets would give them a reason to laugh at me too) I just giggled and walked away. I recall another similar situation which happened just a couple of days back [please, girls (and boys?) from the Enrique fan club, do not send me any hate mails]. I was in the train standing at the footboard waiting to get off at the next station, when some girls got in at Kurla and stood behind me. One of them put on the speakers on the cellphone and played some Enrique numbers. I so much wanted to jump off the train! But an accommodating (as well as sane) person that I am, I refrained from doing so.

I know, I might be sounding a hypocrite. I too listened to BSB when in school. But that was in 1995 I suppose. Now my taste in music is completely different. Everyone evolves and so does their taste and preferences. (Well, this is just my assumption and I do not have any facts or figures to show it as a proven fact.) However, there may be some exceptions and I prefer to ignore those.

I mentioned that I am accommodating, but that does not mean my patience can be taken for granted. I will appreciate the amount of labour put into making some music which I don't listen to, but that doesn't imply that I listen to it. It would be unfair or rather violate my rights :P

I do not even listen to music 4x7, let alone 24x7, but it depends on my mood and my memory (strange, but true. Many a times I forget to put on the music. Silly na?) that I occasionally play my set of songs which mainly comprise of the following:

Aerosmith
Bon Jovi (by this I meant Bon Jovi before 'Its my Life' :|)
The Beatles
Deep Purple
Pink Floyd
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Queen

Bonus tracks: Hollow Years (Dream Theatre), Enjoy the Silence (Lacuna Coil), That Thing You Do (The Wonders)

Well, pretty short list. Apart from these, I've heard to different bands like Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Doors, Guns n Roses, Megadeth, Metallica, etc. and found them good but for no apparent reason these don't make it to my list. Actually my sister is into Rock and Metal a lot so I get to hear these bands and many more.

There are likely to be changes in my list anytime, anyday. But the only genres that don't find place are Hip-hop, rap, RnB and the kind. I am not sure if Jazz comes into this 'not likely' list or not.

Though music isn't life for me, it is strange to imagine life without it. Though we don't have background music in our lives (glad that our lives aren't a scene from a movie!) a song or a tune always keeps playing in our thoughts/ mind (if its in your ears and you aren't wearing any ear phones, you need to see an Otologist) until the day the music dies...

(ABBA- Thank you for the music)

So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me.

Where the hell was I?

Hmmm... one whole month (i.e June) I thought of taking a self imposed hiatus. So I went on a guilt trip.

This was my first sole excursion and I forgot to carry a map with me. And predictably I lost my way. I did not know where I was heading to nor my way back home. I sat there looking for someone to guide me and take me to my safe haven, my home.

Somebody saw my plight and assured me that I will be taken to a safe place. He dropped me at the 'Lost and Found' department in the city of dreams. I stayed there waiting (not for a knight in a shining armor) and trying to chalk a way out of my misery... and it seemed to be an eternity.

Well, then heaven knows what happened later? I am as clueless as you are!

P.S. Its too complicated for any sane soul to understand the gist of the matter this partly lunatic dame is blurting out :| May be I'll regain my senses soon and get back to writing some better nonsensical posts.

Strange encounters of the same kind- Part III

This happened when I was a kid and had not begun my schooling.

I had been to Chowpatty beach along with my family and some guests. It was evening and the whole place was lit up. There were balloon sellers, some peddlars selling some toys. I was so excited that I couldn't help smiling. But the best was still unseen.

In those days we did not have Animal Planet on TV and I used to like monkeys. So the sight of a monkey on the beach was so very delightful to me that I began jumping and clapping shouting 'monkey monkey...'

What do you expect then? If anyone calls out your name and behave like your own kind, you do respond. And so did the monkey!

It came close to me, caught hold of the hem of my frock and began tugging at it. I screamed. This was not what I had thought of. I began crying out loud with the monkey still by my side. I don't remember what happened next. I guess the owner of the monkey came and took it away.

Since that day I stopped monkeying around :|

A cut above the rest.

Yesterday I bumped into my college friend, whom I never met after the TY exams. Strangely, her first reaction was, 'Hey, your hair have grown pretty long. You look different.' Coincidently, this was the same comment I received some 15 days back from another friend who studied till class 12th with me. She had not recognised me in first place.

It is not that I am obsessed with how I put up my hair or leave them open. But it does matter to others, I assume. I always liked them short. I still remember I used to pester my dad every now and then by seeking 'permission' to cut my hair short. But he never would budge. However, once finally after succumbing to my constant bugging, he gave me a green signal. I did not wanted to let go the opportunity before he could change his mind again. I had my exam the next day in the afternoon, but I still went to get a hair cut. And everyone's jaw dropped when they saw the cut. Boy cut! They exclaimed. Even my teachers were shocked and asked me why did I do so. But it didn't matter to me.

On two occasions, I was even mistaken for a boy (that was during schooldays). And I took those as compliments ;) In college too, when I had a mushroom cut (my favourite) I was always met with the question, 'Why Shruthi why?'

And I ask people 'Why?' Why are they so concerned what others do with their own hair? Some Bollywood director commented, "Women must wear their hair long. It is like a jewelery that adorns them." This is one of the lamest comment I've ever heard. Some like it long, some like it short. What bothers him? He can ask his woman to be Rapunzel if he wishes to.

P.S : Ah, this post is a case of 'Much ado about nothing'. I ended up writing this stupid post just because I am in two minds 'to snip or not to snip' :|