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1990's was the time when kids like us were trying to catch up on English music. The number of English songs you knew heightened your status in your own silly kid’s society.I will not lie & accept that I too have been a victim of such rat race. However given that we  didn't  have any internet in those days, no YouTube to explore  or incessant downloading techniques as available to today’s kids this information was solely   dependent  on exchange of cassettes, exchange of lyrics , which  you  would  write down after listening to the song many many times on your headphones. Not that this was a fool proof solution as it still puts a little smile on my face when this friend noted the lyrics as “Beat my lover” instead of “ Be my Lover-La Bouche ":-) . Few other techniques my friends used 1)   Buy a cassette, which you like, as gift  for someone’s birthday & then just  queue up shamelessly so that  you could record t...

I once dreamed about A Family who would believe in me & in whatever I pursued A carefree childhood free of any responsibilities A school, teacher & classmates who would nurture me & my skills A College & a degree which would allow me to make myself useful taking care of people A job which would allow me to visit new places & earn myself bucks to make me financially independent A circle of friends who would be part of life in good & bad times Celebrations, festivities or evenings of fun & frolic with friends All this and much more was what I had achieved till now but what would follow wasn’t even in my nightmares An evening turning drastically painful for me &my friend by set of hooligans who called themselves human A country incapable of punishing those who could perpetrate such heinous crimes A set of politicians using me as agenda to promote their political careers Weeping eyes of my parents who not know how to face the wor...

More than 5 years had been spent longing for this angelic beauty & finally today there she was in his arms. He breathed an audible sigh of relief. She couldn't recognize him but kept on caressing his face with her hands sometimes gently & at times aggressively as if to remind herself who he was & what was she doing in his arms. He as well just kept looking at her almost with bewilderment not knowing what could perhaps be the right expression to show. He didn't want to mess with her anymore, as much had been spent physically, emotionally & monetarily to bring her to where she was today. Days & night were spent thinking what would he tell her when they meet , what should he buy for her so that she looks even prettier, what would she like to eat or  drink & on & on & on. Tears ran down his cheeks suddenly but this time he was sure that they were tears of joy. He didn't...

It feels weird to be born different. A black amongst all whites, short amongst tall, Fat amongst thin and vice versa.I think I was as well suffering from such a feeling-weird syndrome that even after much self explanations throughout my life I always longed to have straight hair since all my aunts & cousins around had so as compared to my wavy ones. In pursuit of realisation of my dreams   to have one ,I as greedy human being embarked on the journey where time & again I have come up with crazy ideas. You might have even observed this obsession in my previous post  Mane story Age 5-10 The story starts right from my childhood days when I had a complete belief that wet hair is what can make my hair straight. I would try & keep my wet hair straight for as long as I could thinking that possibly it’ll remain so even after drying up… Since you are much more optimistic as a child so it must have taken me at least 50 odd attempts to realise that Boss!! It do...

  I have to admit that even though I do follow cricket but it is limited to some big times like a world cup or IPL .Won’t bother much about the 2 nation test series. Having said that even then there are few people who just catch your attention in that limited time.  No , I’m not talking about any player cause they are as inconsistent as the sunny weather in London , but about one cricket commentator who has clinged on now for as long as I can remember. Especially considering that he doesn’t even  have a cricketing background but very strong academics with engineering & MBA from IIMA to his credits, I applaud the passion this guy might have had to pursue today a full time career as a cricket commentator. Yes , I’m talking about Harsha Bhogle . If my being-a-strong-fan rating for Harsha is 6/10 then I would say that my husband scores a massive 9 (10 saved for Sachin of course) .I would guess it is mostly cause he not only watches cricket but reads, writes & breathe...

The famous though copied line of Son Of Sardar “Teri ma di , teri pen di yeh to duniya ko humne sikhayi, is kolaveri di ki baari to baad mai aayi ‘ might have got some of you roar with laughter or some restraining themselves with a smirk but to a girl who would have spent considerable time in her youth living in North India (especially if hadn’t done so already)  the importance of ability to understand these dialogues is what got me pondering over this subject . When I say above then I especially vouch for the south Indian girls who were fortunate enough to study in a north Indian college(pun intended). What are we talking about here ??? Well I’m talking about the mother and sister gallis (cuss words/abuses)that you hear(and of course other nasty things that come along) with as much ease in north India as a recitation of Twinkle Twinkle by 2 year old toddler  Was it a horrendous experience ? Very  frankly -YES. Brought up in a clean environment of  “Ma’am- af...

The great divide of girls & boys gang ( forced though) in REC Kurukshetra meant that the beautiful girls of Fash P & the geeky brains of Technobyte could never come together else even we probably would have witnessed 10 years back a dress which Miss Nicole adorns in the Pic below. The USP of this dress is  that it is constructed from 8 meters of the finest French silk chiffon, laden with over 500 Swarovski crystals and over 2,000 LED lights, which lights up to spell out Tweets sent in by fans in real time throughout the evening (via @EE and #tweetthedress).This was during the launch event of 4G by EE in UK. Few months back we did talk about some fashion accessories which do get popularised with politics ( political-fashion )  but its quite amazing to see this new creation inspired by technology . Not  that I dont remeber Mr Bacchan's costume from my childhood days which many of us would have been in complete awe of. Do comment on any other s...