Saturday, Last Week

Dear Blog,

Just wanted to let you know what condition was I in, last Saturday.

"My heart beating fast and my pulse racing skywards

I held my breath in withheld anticipation

To catch a glimpse was I so keyed up

Lost in his thoughts, I was in love

Usurped was I so by him

His powerful force driving

Tailor made was his aura so magnetic

A sweep threw me of the ground

Getting in was like a mice maze

Forming a chain I led them ahead

Taking in the stage and the drama it amassed

Colorful fireworks and pyrotechnic blasts

Laying in the wait just as we all

For him to enter and leave us enthralled

After 2 hours and 20 minutes of standing the patience

Jumped he on stage with vibrancy, vigor and passion

He made me swoon and grind and shout

His pelvic thrusts and salsa left me spellbound

As sensual and fluid was he up there

A feeling my gut did all that it said

A marvel, a wizard, he crooned so raw

No goof ups, not gauche and minus all flaws

I can still hear him shout Mumbai, so hot

Love pours out for him tender and soft

I’ll never ever forget those 50 minutes

When I saw him live, and in flesh

Dressed in all black he could kill with a breath

We were under the same sky for time without end"

So yeah, but I won't say that's about it, because oh! there was so much more and it cannot be expressed in words!!

Love,

N

They call him Mr. Worldwide

Dear Blog,

The calender showed that its December 3rd

And the clock said its 3 in the morn

Excitement building up so fast

And my sleep is all long gone.

Tried meditating and all that jazz

But this is the first time it failed

Enthusiasm bubbling and a smiling face

Cleared up an image of my day ahead.

Its just a few more hours

And its gonna be a crazy night

Volume turned up and beats hard on

Its all about papparazi, Pitbull and flash lights.

Mr. 305 aka Mr. Worldwide is here

Finally the wait is over.

Suited up and suave he's

Gonna pump up the stage

Miami's bad boy is here

The flamboyant wrong do'er!

Love,

N

Dale!

Dear Blog,


       When I refreshed my Facebook home page, I didn't expect any arrival notifications. But there was one; one that held more importance than any others. And as I read the four words, my breath got caught and oh was it worth it! Yesssssssssssss!! Pitbull's landing here...!!! In India...!!!! I really am not able to find words that can contain the excitement I'm experiencing within me. The fluttering of my heart, the restlessness in my fingers, butterflies in my tummy, and the list is endless; just there are NO words, at all.
       I can't believe it is so soon that he has actually come down and is gonna be on the Indian soil. So near! Still not able to fathom the whole situation. I know I might be sounding stupid and obsessed, but I don't care! At this moment, nothing can take this away from me! The wait had been tough enough since the news broke out but now that he's actually in the vicinity, the wait's become unbearable! Just at this time, this Saturday, I'm so gonna be tripping on Pitbull's voice! It's gonna be heaven!

       And trust me while writing all of this, I've made the maximum typos that anyone could have made, involuntarily and possessed.

And if I may be allowed all the 'akas', here goes,

I Love You Armando Christian Pérez aka Pitbull aka Mr. Worldwide aka Mr. 305...!!!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

Love always and forever,
N

PITBULL aka Mr. Worldwide

Dear Blog,

1. His voice is one alarm tone I wish never stops ringing...! 
2. The unconventional rawness he lends when he croons 'Ooo baby baby' makes me go weak in the knees and lose all my feeling in the gut...!
3. Those gray blue eyes pierce so deep into your soul that you can't lie looking into them...!
4. Breaking the traditional attire of a rapper, he woos his audiences in a dapper suit...!
5. The magnetic aura he brings to the stage when he steps on it, lights a fire in your gut that makes you forget everything...!
6. Having reached the top, part of his charm lies in not forgetting his roots...!
7. Never the one to beat around the bush, his humility, straight-forwardness and witty innuendos warm you up like a hot mug of coffee...!
8. They don't call him Mr. Worldwide for nothing...!

He is Armando Christian Pérez aka Mr. 305...!

He is PITBULL...!!! <3

Love,

N

Something Needs To Be Done

Dear Blog,

I'm writing after a very long time. Not that I was busy, but yeah had a few preoccupations. And no, they haven't yet been dealt with.

I'm guessing something like this happens to everyone at one point or the other. Your personal and professional life is blurred and hazed out and you have absolutely no clue what needs to be done.

No matter what you do, nothing feels right and nor is it. Most of your gut feelings (read:bad), turn out to be some sort of a prediction of the week! And it plain sucks! All you need is a getaway to someplace you've never visited before and experience a change of complete environment.

Why does it have to happen that if things go the right way for you, they're all at once and if one of them fails, they all follow the same route?! It's like, the first fallen starts a trend and then you're stuck with what you had before. Nothing.

It's surprising that frustration is yet to get me at the highest possible level. So thanks for being there and letting me vent out!

And most of the time stress doesn't come from within. In my opinion, the people around you are more responsible for building up the tension and the helplessness you feel. Because it's not their fault that good things are happening with them and not you. Their ignorant fault may be that you somehow get to know about their happiness and its downhill from there.

All I want is a small piece of good news. If I'm doing anything wrong, give me a sign. I may be a bit stubborn about some things but that doesn't mean I don't deserve a tiny push. I need that shove. I need myself.

And Ganpati Bappa thanks for being there. I Love You.

Love,

N

Aai-Baba Wedding Anniversary

१८.१०.११

पहिलीच आहे कविता मराठी,

माझ्या आई – बाबांसाठी.

सुचत नव्हते मला दोन शब्द,

हात आणि मन झाले होते स्तब्ध.

होता त्यांच्या लग्नाचा वाढदिवस,

पण आणावे कसे त्यांच्या चेहऱ्यावर हसं?

तिकिटे कुठली? नाटकाची कि सिनेमाची?

पण चांगला नव्हता शो, झाली फजिती.

काही करायचं म्हटलं तर बाबा होते घरी,

कुठे जायचं म्हटलं तर आले असते प्रश्नं शंभरी.

मग सुचली रात्री एक भन्नाट युक्ती,

जशी तशी लिहीन पण केली कविता पक्की.

आशा एवढीच कि आवडतील त्यांना ह्या दोन ओळी,

सादर आहे त्यांच्या लेकीची भेट - एकदम मराठमोळी!

♥   लग्न-वाढदिवसाच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा ♥

नेहा नाईक

A Battle Forever

It’s long done over with

Gone away in the past

But it feels like a fresh wound

A bullet grazes my heart

Tremors through my body

Shoots the mental pain

I sink in the ground

Broken, shaken and in vain

I console myself, such a pity

I try to grasp the reality

Tough it is as it can be

Trying to separate him from me            

Triumph backs away in a corner

Confidence distances itself away from me

Never was I so seeped out, it’s a black hole

Burning with rage and desire to bury me

Why is it so tough to go on?

Why is it difficult to forget?

Putting on a face I don’t know anything of

Is unfortunate and a pathetic shame

I look myself in the eye

Questioning my identity

I see a stranger smile at me

Patronizing what can never be

As the skies pour down

And the lightning brightens up the dark

A tear rolls off my cheek

My reason lost in a mindless thought

Perfect as one can be for me

Now he’s just a lost treasure

Concealed deep down under the sea

The key for which has been snatched away

And I’d be looking for it till eternity

Career Path

Dear Blog,


I'm unable to imagine how people can plan out their lives. 'Cause I haven't been able to figure that one out. My mom had decided in college she wanted to go in Banking. And hell, my kid bro has decided what he's gonna do! What am I gonna do? Be a writer, or a project manager, or an interior designer or run an animal spa or what!? Life was so much easy earlier. A few select streams to choose from and get settled in already! Wow! Though much less adventurous, at least you knew what was gonna become of you 20 years down the line. And that is what matters the most!


No one can help you out. I mean of course you can seek guidance, but the ultimate decision? God! So difficult! It's truly like being a kid in a candy shop. Do I take a Mars bar, or a Snickers, or Jell-O or Toblerone? Oh, I want it all. But then selecting candy? Just buy some of everything! Career? Well, I don't wanna be Jack of all trades and Master of none! That plain sucks!


So, after I quit my job, I was confused, so I decided to stay home until I figured out my next step. One of my dad's friends owns an advertising agency. He asked me to meet him with my dad, to discuss things. And today, during that brief time we chatted, he put the industry in as simple letters as A, B, C, ... and Z. He asked me what my passion was. And as pathetic as it sounds, I had no answer. So when I got home, I made a list of all the possible things I could do for a career. And oh so much candy!


I don't wanna work under someone. I don't wanna take orders from a boss. I wanna be my own boss. I wanna plan when I take a vacation, when I see friends, when I do not work, when I wake up in the morning, etc. I wanna control my life and live on my own terms. I know, everyone does but few get there. And I wanna be among those few people. And I will be. One day.


Now I'll return to my list of careers and try to figure out what and where I'm gonna be 20 years from now on! Or I'll just catch an episode of Friends or watch some movie! Bye blog!


Love,
N

It's just a phase!

Dear Blog,


"It's just a phase!", is what my best friends tell me every time I gush about a new celebrity. And I say, "No, this is no phase! I'm in love! Just too happy being single". But honestly, there is infatuation, there is crush, there is love and then there is the phase. When you can NEVER stop thinking about that particular person and in every thing you do, you notice traces of that person even if you haven't met him or seen him ever. Crazy right? Just like when you enter a club and at the same moment your favourite rapper's song plays or that the number on the jersey of your favourite player adds up to your lucky number. Trust me, it gives you a high!


Though off late its only been:


1. Josh Duhamel
2. Virat Kohli and
3. Pitbull


These are the men currently in my life. And I'm happy because I got three. I can gush about them without being embarrassed and without feeling guilty. This is the best thing about being single. You can enjoy at your liberty. No restrictions. No complications. No conscience.


That day I logged in to Facebook and looking at me on my wall was Latina Magazine's 'Live chat with Pitbull'. And guess who was in seventh heaven! Unfortunately when I checked in the chat time it was EST 8 PM i.e. IST 6.00 AM!! Then on an impulse I set the alarm for 5.45 AM and was very excited when I went off to sleep grinning like an idiot. When my alarm woke me up, I was thinking of a reason to tell mom and decided it was a loo break that woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep. As the countdown began my nerves tingled and I got that feeling in my tummy which says, 'OMG! Yessssss! It's finally happening! I wanna scream out loud!!'. Unfortunately you can't and to add to it, the chat got delayed by one and a half hours! Fans had gone crazy for having to wait so long! That s****d alright! But finally it was time! And yes, at 7.30 AM, it was him, Pitbull! People were asking a hell lot of questions! And OMG! He was responding! He was actually there online at the same time as I was and we were chatting, well indirectly of course, but I didn't care! I was live on chat with Pitbull! :D.. It ended after an hour. And I had a huge smile pasted on me for the rest of the day!


Now Miami has become my favourite destination to go on a long vacation and I'm gonna attend Pitbull's live concert at the Axe Lounge!


Oh and about the other two men, there are incidents which I better not be writing about in public. Silly and embarrassing! My besties know of course! And I trust them not to open their mouths! I love you babies!


Love,
N




P.S. Call this a phase or infatuation, I'm loving it!!

"Arey, chalta hai yaar! Kya farak padta hai?"

Dear Blog,


Something different from books, chocolates and poems. Just a small note.


I recently read a write-up by one of my friends regarding how unconcerned our society is. It's always the 'Arey, chalta hai yaar! Kya farak padta hai?' attitude. True, isn't it? Lekin farak padta hai. If we ourselves do not partake in making our society a good one, how can we expect our Government to do so? After all we have made the Government. So, do your duty. Stop that woman who is throwing garbage out of the train; stop that man from spitting on the road; always use the garbage bins provided. Do these little things. You will feel the difference. Try it once. For our society. For India.


Love,
N

Books - A Teacher

Dear Blog,


I was reading Memoirs of a Geisha when it struck me. A craving so powerful, it hit me right in the gut. I wanted something sweet! I've NEVER, so badly wanted to eat something sweet. The past week I've been wanting to eat chocolates, cakes, drinks, etc. So just a couple of days ago, when I learnt The Chocolate Room had opened a new outlet in my locality, my ecstasy was natural. Since then I haven't stopped gushing (in a totally inappropriate manner) about it. And I've just had a muffin and a pastry. Got a brownie in the refrigerator. And of course I've convinced my family to frequently go to TCR for dessert.

Coming back to Memoirs of a Geisha, it's something that is a bit out of my line of reading. It's a first person read. I'm not much in favor of novels written in first person. They make you feel restricted to only that particular character in the story. You don't get the freedom to choose your favorite one because the 'I' is always there. Although you might identify with some other character, chances of you succeeding to be that character are minimal or zero.

Yet, I find this novel a good read because it captivates you with the sufferings of glamour. 'To become successful, you need to sacrifice'. The profession is irrelevant although the mantra remains the same. The line might sound cliched but then cliches are cliches because they are true. And exactly the reason why they have been repeated so often by people.

It's amazing how books teach us so much, whichever type they are. Back then we used to hate school. The homework, teachers, classes, exams used to feel like a rut. But now, when you look back on it, all you can think of are the happy memories or rather memories that make you happy. Nothing can beat reminiscing over school times. They were the best. And school has in a way made us what we are today. Although I'd still not want geography, algebra, civics to haunt me again. So I'd better stick to fiction.

Whether you read a book or a novel for leisure, knowledge, curiosity or just to pass time, every time its teaching us something. You never lose over reading. All it does is add stuff to that brain of yours.

I thank my mom and dad for introducing me to this perfect world of reading.  As it's said, Education Begins At Home.


Love,
N

Discovery

Dear Blog,


I was in Junior College. I had read stuff, not heavy though. I don't do non fiction although I've tried a hand at self help books. No luck. Earlier I'd read the Harry Potter books, comics and the similar likes. But a friend got me reading fictional novels and I fell in love. It was a Dan Brown. Angels and Demons, if I jog my memory a bit.


Since then I've been in an on and off relationship with novels. They used to talk to me. They used to be there for me when I felt lonely at night. A rainy afternoon, and my novels were right there. They were an addiction. A drug. In Edward Cullen's words, 'Novels are my personal brand of Heroin'.


The best part is when you realise that it's a movie. As you go through the script, you enter a world of your own. You evolve with the characters. I'd once fallen in love with a gangster from Sidney Sheldon's novel, Rage of Angels: Michael Morreti. I still remember the way he'd engulfed me with his presence. Even now I get a rush as I'm typing these words. Sheldon was a gem of an author. He'll always be one of my favorites.


Amazingly, you never know when someone might just knock it in your head that you can turn your hobby into something more. And that's how a friend of mine cajoled me to start blogging about novels and my experiences reading them. It's perfect. I love reading ficiton. I love writing. Why not write about reading? That sour iced tea did wonders if not particularly good in taste!


And having just quit my job I've ample of time on my hands. I've started on a journey, hopefully which will take me to places. I'd love to share the ups and downs of reading fiction. It's my world. It's my movie!


Love,
N

Beneath

Every time I close my eyes,

You're all that I see.

Since I lost you,

I have lost me.

No, I can't fake it,

There's no one else.

I'm everything you are,

Because you're my self.