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