In which we realize IT'S A SHAME

It's really a shame when last few posts on the blog begin with ''Its been long I have posted ,but promise I will do more often here on''.From almost-conversations with my bunch of loyal blog readers to peeping into the blog just to see for the heck of looking at it, the journey has been painful. I was looking for a sign for a while, I was pondering about what to write about for a while and I was going through blaahhhh,I have nothing interesting to write phase for a while too. But,all these months of direction less being have taught me a thing or two.

 I am at my happiest best when I do things I love. Read that as blogging,travelling,recording and connecting with people in my life. I realized that I hadn't spoken to few close friends in months. There is a reason for that. that will make for another post ,another day. But let me just say that sometimes, tragedies have a way with you. They shift the epicenter of your life,without any warning and in my case , my low point left me totally numb.I just realized while typing this ,that I am not ready to talk about it yet. So to bring back my self, I called certain people ,good friends, my best friends/cousins , they were upset that I cut them off ,not because they felt neglected ,but because I chose suffering alone. Hasani, a dear friend asked me if this is how I would abandon if she would be in trouble ever. We both knew the answer to that. I would lay my life as shield for my loved ones. There , the moment I said it, I knew what was wrong with me. I created a void ,kept staring at it , did not allow any one to fill it with love and kept rotting in it. Yes, that pretty much sums up what I have been doing for almost 10 months.

Not anymore, I told myself. This feeling ,it feels like a fresh whiff of cool breeze that hits you when you open the windows.and yes its bought in so much of energy , that I guess I should be doing as many things I can ,that I missed out during this yr.

For now, I am living in Mumbai , the city that never sleeps they say. I haven't done much in the city , but soon I will be moving to Hyderabad . So I hope I can catch up on loads of things-to-do before I say ''I used to live in Mumbai'' . Also,hopefully , I sustain this energy and hope and share my journey with you. Adios till I see you next . Much love

Cupid has to strike again !!

It was such an important meeting.She thought it was unusual that the venue was Coffee Day.Nevertheless , braving the traffic and heat of Hyderabad , she reached the place, almost on time.The cold air pricked her face the moment she entered the cafe.She joined the editor,also a friend's friend, who was meeting her today to discuss the possibility of publishing her book.Coffee and muffins were ordered and real numbers formed the major part of their conversation now.As ideas and words were rolling,the editor seemed to be in awe of this young girl.He was almost mesmerized by the depth of her kohl rimmed eyes,the ethnic look and the happy smile.It was not rare that he met interesting and interesting looking people, but there was something unusual about the way she was. Also looking at her in the same light was a young man seated two tables next from her and the editor. Only , she could sense his heartbeat and not the editor's.As the young man was staring at her beautiful face , she could not ignore him either. There was nothing spectacular about him.A simple looking guy , moderately dressed , he was until then crunching numbers on his laptop.The breeze that the girl brought in when she entered left him breathless and he stopped everything he was doing.There was something very endearing about her for him and she was fighting glimpses of all the faces she had ever seen all her life to recollect who he was , as he seemed utterly familiar. The lust filled editor gave her enough information and the purpose of the meeting was served. The young man thought she was with the editor and started building a story around them in his mind , sipping his coffee. The girl was glad the meeting was almost done as she had made up her mind to walk up to the young man to talk to him.But thats when the young man was joined by his colleague ,a girl who sat next to him and began talking only after planting a not-just-friendly peck.She instantly coined them a couple just as the young man thought that she and the editor were a couple too.They just exchanged hopeful glances , stared at each other for a moment and went on with their respective meetings and lives.

Cupid , who was dressed as a waiter that afternoon at Cafe Coffee Day thought ''I cannot believe I have to make their paths cross again !!!!''




This was on WriteUpCafe almost a year ago.

Where we get mentioned in a newspaper

Loads of things happened in the last 6 months ( I have mentioned that before ,haven't I ) .I promised myself I will not let my blog get orphaned. I have been micro-blogging though , however in my own view that does not count.So heres what happened when I started literally tweeting things I thought. I got in touch with some really good people , connected on various things. One of them was Health and fitness . One thing led to another and I ended up writing an article for www.bigloserindia.com . It was thrilling because loads of people related to what I had to say and the general feedback was ENCOURAGING. The url for my write up is http://bigloserindia.com/2011/05/blotw-beemuzed/ .Check it now .

So this then tiny cause/effort gathered momentum when lot of twiteratti followed the website and eventually Mumbai Mirror , sat up and noticed us. That got us noticed and got us in a Sunday edition. Do check this article NOW ...
http://www.mumbaimirror.com/article/82/2011061220110612102628734fdc61aa2/Penny-wise-pound-slimmer.html

Yes , that is my 15 minutes of fame for that weekend.My family and friends are absolutely thrilled.

Alrighty , will come back tomorrow and share more. For now , you show me that you care hence will share this.

Check list for a Chick lit

The central character is all of the following and more :                   


A damsel confused , mostly in distress.

Pining for a cheating ex.

Works for a magazine or a PR company.Whaattt, how else will she meet people who she would bitch about with her BFFs??!!!!!

Usually has 2 or 3 BFFs and always has them on speed dial.The BFFs  are the central support system for the girl. They usually have a pyjama party+movie nights or hang out at one particular bar regularly.One of them is always insecure or a man eater and to portray either , she smokes !!


Has some kind of OCD ( eg. cleaning,nagging , perfectly shaped nails).

Penchant for a particular accessory ( mostly shoes or bags).

Can rattle the names of all the designers at NYFW with the same ease as Chaucer's poems.

Has a crush either on Tom Cruise or Leonardo DiCaprio or Guru Dutt to show off the intelligent cinema enthusiast part !!

Has her ex-flame's name saved on mobile as stray dog or butt-face or lying cheating bastard.

Suddenly encounters a handsome,rugged and arrogant man. The perfect Darcy for the fictious Ms.Bennet.Darcy , by the way is usually accompanied by a gorgeous long legged mysterious girl.

Always has a nagging mother or aunt(mostly maasi) who is either a social worker or a religious person and who mostly appears at perfect time intervals to share some brain numbing gyaan.

The father does not always appear in the book. He has either remarried or died when the protagonist was a little girl.Thus portraying that she is a strong girl with deep insecurities on the inside.

And to give some kind of clarity about making a final decision in the climax, there is an absolute mundane , uninteresting, mamas boy kind of guy who she is set up with on a date by the nagging mother or aunt.

After a brief meeting with the mama's boy , she runs back to Darcy's arms ,the climax ,where all the misunderstanding about the long-legged dame melt with that one KISS !!


Voila , the skeleton for a perfect chick lit is ready !!!

Now are you going to give me more points or what ???


 
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