pls to see:
http://www.gulfnews.com/Articles/FeaturesNF.asp?ArticleID=154999
and so on for aye..
thats been the state of things since i went concerting at the dubai media city ampitheatre.. beauteous night of march the 3rd.. gorgeousness weathers.
and mr mark knopfler..
on the dot, at 9:00 pm as promised in the promos..
in white shirt and blue jeans-pents.
with nice sensible and sexy spectacles..
a 55 yr old hubba hubba.
and then he started singing. to me. only mins only for me.
crooning more like.
warbling, serenading and things.
it was a love happening.
sighhhhhhhh.
[fully appreciate the appreciative crowd alongside me.. 10,000 strong it turns out, which is a very very big deal in dubai]. i thought there were only about 10,000 people in totum.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
about a movie
called sideways..
prettiness throughout..
including the silliness of jack-ass.
and what a soundtracks..
and what lovely things about wine..
and my best scene in the movie:
when the foursome head home after first date..
miles and maya out on the porch.. and the whole wine-conversation, esp maya's bit.
very amazingly good.
prettiness throughout..
including the silliness of jack-ass.
and what a soundtracks..
and what lovely things about wine..
and my best scene in the movie:
when the foursome head home after first date..
miles and maya out on the porch.. and the whole wine-conversation, esp maya's bit.
very amazingly good.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
have just been and remembered shakti... am insanely muddled up for the anon, as will be explained.. the show itself was a very beauteous.. it mysteriously coincided with what-should-be vasantahabba in bangalore. at least i think so, it being the first saturday of february. shall confirm with a boomsa.
as expected, it was a stunner.. as not fully expected, it was cold as dammit.. thank god for my semi-pashmina.. i wrapped the self up meticulously, allowing third parties the luxury of assuming that i was a cocoon. scoff. if third parties are more interested in larvae housing than a show of such mindblowing genius, who's loss is it i ask you?
as soon as the artists appeared and began taking their positions on stage, my insides started to upheave [yes, they did. and yes, i can make unverby words verbs if i so feel like it].
i remembered a hundred thousand moments, all from my yesterdays in bangalore with old-friends-bookends.. sharing a mutual something in a glance. and smiling. understanding a silence. laughing at the same inanities. feeling wrath at trashpeople one eventually comes upon in a crowd.. or not...falling freely into the music. very happily. wholly.
and many things.
i have been spoilt for life in bangalore. i won't ever be able to go through a concert again without feeling 'it would have been so much better back there'...
so anyway, when the show started and the maestros ran into the intro, the self started sobbing.. at the beauty of it, and also at the sadness of it.. hot tears down cold cheeks.
and the show went on and made me feel better and worse.
*much love to my boomsa*always always* in ways that you will never understand*
zakir hussain is hot stuff. not just his performance tonight, but his kyoot onstage presence. very lovable-laughable. loved him fully. his troupe/co-performers all took me back to the good old days: selva ganesh, vikku vinayakram, mandolin srinivas, shankar mahadevan,a.k. palanivel and taufiq qureishi [his youngest brother, didn't you know]. plus john mclaughlin, a jazz guitarist. divine things were happening. they were all talking to each other with their music.. and almost entirely jamming . i think there were two old numbers, but all the rest were spontaneous pieces. oh, and the sweetest thing happened. in the middle of their frenzied conversation on the tablas, mridangams, mandolins, guitars, drums and things, someone went a bit awry and they all screeched to an awkward halt and then burst out laughing..
very heart warming..
i could go on, but really, i don't need to.
plus im very drained tonight.
plus do i really need to make excuses to a computer screen..
nyaaahahhahahahah.
byes.
as expected, it was a stunner.. as not fully expected, it was cold as dammit.. thank god for my semi-pashmina.. i wrapped the self up meticulously, allowing third parties the luxury of assuming that i was a cocoon. scoff. if third parties are more interested in larvae housing than a show of such mindblowing genius, who's loss is it i ask you?
as soon as the artists appeared and began taking their positions on stage, my insides started to upheave [yes, they did. and yes, i can make unverby words verbs if i so feel like it].
i remembered a hundred thousand moments, all from my yesterdays in bangalore with old-friends-bookends.. sharing a mutual something in a glance. and smiling. understanding a silence. laughing at the same inanities. feeling wrath at trashpeople one eventually comes upon in a crowd.. or not...falling freely into the music. very happily. wholly.
and many things.
i have been spoilt for life in bangalore. i won't ever be able to go through a concert again without feeling 'it would have been so much better back there'...
so anyway, when the show started and the maestros ran into the intro, the self started sobbing.. at the beauty of it, and also at the sadness of it.. hot tears down cold cheeks.
and the show went on and made me feel better and worse.
*much love to my boomsa*always always* in ways that you will never understand*
zakir hussain is hot stuff. not just his performance tonight, but his kyoot onstage presence. very lovable-laughable. loved him fully. his troupe/co-performers all took me back to the good old days: selva ganesh, vikku vinayakram, mandolin srinivas, shankar mahadevan,a.k. palanivel and taufiq qureishi [his youngest brother, didn't you know]. plus john mclaughlin, a jazz guitarist. divine things were happening. they were all talking to each other with their music.. and almost entirely jamming . i think there were two old numbers, but all the rest were spontaneous pieces. oh, and the sweetest thing happened. in the middle of their frenzied conversation on the tablas, mridangams, mandolins, guitars, drums and things, someone went a bit awry and they all screeched to an awkward halt and then burst out laughing..
very heart warming..
i could go on, but really, i don't need to.
plus im very drained tonight.
plus do i really need to make excuses to a computer screen..
nyaaahahhahahahah.
byes.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
feel very bad inside my insides
turns out i didn't go for jethro tull. even though i hate myself muchly for the same, and even though i really couldn't do anything about it. [*mhein khya kharti, thum mheri mhajbhoori khyon nahin samhajhte... gag..bawl..*]..
extra aiches are for added effect, and emotional hindi dialogues require that they be used.
the point is, longblackveil is now married.. other things take preference in life.. like soddy wedding receptions, air-kissing and meeting the aunties' circuit. preference over:
1]the international jazz festival 2005
2] jethro tull in concert
3] 'the graduate'- a play
4] and many-more-other-such-like-thingses
*grrrrr*
anyway, theres a silver lining...
http://www.timeoutdubai.com/events/info.php?evtid=2411
and this time, peoples, I YAM GOING.
i have the tickets to prove it. yay.
tomorrow it is.
hope all the rest of u lucky toads enjvaai a sting.
i want to know all.
extra aiches are for added effect, and emotional hindi dialogues require that they be used.
the point is, longblackveil is now married.. other things take preference in life.. like soddy wedding receptions, air-kissing and meeting the aunties' circuit. preference over:
1]the international jazz festival 2005
2] jethro tull in concert
3] 'the graduate'- a play
4] and many-more-other-such-like-thingses
*grrrrr*
anyway, theres a silver lining...
http://www.timeoutdubai.com/events/info.php?evtid=2411
and this time, peoples, I YAM GOING.
i have the tickets to prove it. yay.
tomorrow it is.
hope all the rest of u lucky toads enjvaai a sting.
i want to know all.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
attended an arabic wedding last night- our neighbor mariam's family. my first. here's how it went..
sup-rate entrance for mens people and ladies people. i mean totally supprate..
aunt and me went as reps of the girls in our family. as soon as we walked in through strange revolving doors, all signs of male life form ceased.. [it was a beautiful.. things looked much prettier at once *bwuhahahah*].
we tailed about a hundred arab ladies [all in their uniform black abayas] through to the ballroom entrance. i was thinking, hah, this party's going to be fun, everyone will look the same.
up an elevator, which we shared with 2 other arab ladies peoples. party on 2nd floor. as soon as the elevator left the ground, mysterious behaviour ensued on the part of aforementioned arab ladies. swiftly, but surely, they started peeling off layers of clothing.. meaning the abaya business went phut.. what emerged from underneath it all was a gasp-inducing display of stinkily expensive designer ball gowns and things of that genre.. not to mention hairdos and makeup to blow one away.. and this was just the 2 of thems!
the lift reaches 2nd floor.. can hear loud dancy arabic musics..
doors slide open... senses all are hit by very loud music, very strong but beautiful 'itrs' [non-alcoholic, used all across arabia- perfume] and very very intimidatingly beautiful ladies in the fanciest-shmanciest evening wear possible..
row upon row of pretty young things, and pretty not so young things, right from the entrance.. was welcomed in by our neighbor, whom i did a double take at, seeing her for the first time without her abaya.. she was wearing a very clingy choco brown dress with a fishtail thingy, lots of jewellery and more stunning makeup than i thought possible.. then the introductions began.
in very broken arabic we were introduced to young ladies who said 'salaam alaikum, hullo, i mariam's sister's friend.. err.. zat ezzz her nephew, yes?' of course i said yes! it made complete sense.
was mouth agape [in my mind] for at least a half hour.. sleeveless, backless, strap-less, cleavage-revealing dresses on arabs was a revelation to me. and nothing crass or garish. very classy stuff going on. hair and makeup that i thought possible only in movies and advertisements . arab ladies are stunners anyway, even when we can only see their mugs. one can only imagine why men are not allowed in the vicinity..
was thinking about how they were partying wildly with the waiters and photographers around.. then, noticed that all the waiters were actually waitresses, even the photographers were ladies and that there was not a single male human onthe entire floor.. 'serviced by lasses' is apparently the motto of all arab ladies' gatherings. very smart work. great security system in place.
lemme describe the proceedings. big ballroom was divided into 2 equal sections by the aisle down the middle. round tables on either side, where we, the guests, were sitting. stage right at the front.
every so often, young girls either in pairs or by themselves, would do a dainty feminine sway-walk to the music playing, all the way down the aisle. and smile at one another and say things as they passed, and keep going. turns out, all the young things do this at weddings, so the older ladies spot prospective brides for their sons etc.. a very organised sort of matchmaking platform.. i found it most interesting.
the bride finally arrived in a gorgeous ivory-cream wedding gown.. miles of lace, tissue and flower bouquets.. took her fifteen minutes to reach the stage because every few steps she had to stop and turn this way and that so that everyone got a good look at her clothes and her.. [thats the way its done].
food to die for, desserts and fruit in abundance, and the clincher was... patchi chocolates at the end!!!! yeahh.. shamelessly bagged about half a dozen, and made our grand exit..
all in all a very bizarre but happy insight into the private lifestyles of the rich and not famous arab society..
am thinking that these girl-bashes are quite prominent in arabia because, in retrspect, most of the shoppers at the big stores in the malls are arabs. used to be flummoxed when i saw them buying scandalous western wear, but last nigth has made all crystal. apparently, they know how to have their funs.
has definitely made me stop feeling bad about the seemingly bland lives of arabs.. am thoroughly certain that them folks have as much fun as we do, if not more..
that was yesterday..
tomorrow, hwere i cwome....!!!!@!!~
*exits with flourish*
sup-rate entrance for mens people and ladies people. i mean totally supprate..
aunt and me went as reps of the girls in our family. as soon as we walked in through strange revolving doors, all signs of male life form ceased.. [it was a beautiful.. things looked much prettier at once *bwuhahahah*].
we tailed about a hundred arab ladies [all in their uniform black abayas] through to the ballroom entrance. i was thinking, hah, this party's going to be fun, everyone will look the same.
up an elevator, which we shared with 2 other arab ladies peoples. party on 2nd floor. as soon as the elevator left the ground, mysterious behaviour ensued on the part of aforementioned arab ladies. swiftly, but surely, they started peeling off layers of clothing.. meaning the abaya business went phut.. what emerged from underneath it all was a gasp-inducing display of stinkily expensive designer ball gowns and things of that genre.. not to mention hairdos and makeup to blow one away.. and this was just the 2 of thems!
the lift reaches 2nd floor.. can hear loud dancy arabic musics..
doors slide open... senses all are hit by very loud music, very strong but beautiful 'itrs' [non-alcoholic, used all across arabia- perfume] and very very intimidatingly beautiful ladies in the fanciest-shmanciest evening wear possible..
row upon row of pretty young things, and pretty not so young things, right from the entrance.. was welcomed in by our neighbor, whom i did a double take at, seeing her for the first time without her abaya.. she was wearing a very clingy choco brown dress with a fishtail thingy, lots of jewellery and more stunning makeup than i thought possible.. then the introductions began.
in very broken arabic we were introduced to young ladies who said 'salaam alaikum, hullo, i mariam's sister's friend.. err.. zat ezzz her nephew, yes?' of course i said yes! it made complete sense.
was mouth agape [in my mind] for at least a half hour.. sleeveless, backless, strap-less, cleavage-revealing dresses on arabs was a revelation to me. and nothing crass or garish. very classy stuff going on. hair and makeup that i thought possible only in movies and advertisements . arab ladies are stunners anyway, even when we can only see their mugs. one can only imagine why men are not allowed in the vicinity..
was thinking about how they were partying wildly with the waiters and photographers around.. then, noticed that all the waiters were actually waitresses, even the photographers were ladies and that there was not a single male human onthe entire floor.. 'serviced by lasses' is apparently the motto of all arab ladies' gatherings. very smart work. great security system in place.
lemme describe the proceedings. big ballroom was divided into 2 equal sections by the aisle down the middle. round tables on either side, where we, the guests, were sitting. stage right at the front.
every so often, young girls either in pairs or by themselves, would do a dainty feminine sway-walk to the music playing, all the way down the aisle. and smile at one another and say things as they passed, and keep going. turns out, all the young things do this at weddings, so the older ladies spot prospective brides for their sons etc.. a very organised sort of matchmaking platform.. i found it most interesting.
the bride finally arrived in a gorgeous ivory-cream wedding gown.. miles of lace, tissue and flower bouquets.. took her fifteen minutes to reach the stage because every few steps she had to stop and turn this way and that so that everyone got a good look at her clothes and her.. [thats the way its done].
food to die for, desserts and fruit in abundance, and the clincher was... patchi chocolates at the end!!!! yeahh.. shamelessly bagged about half a dozen, and made our grand exit..
all in all a very bizarre but happy insight into the private lifestyles of the rich and not famous arab society..
am thinking that these girl-bashes are quite prominent in arabia because, in retrspect, most of the shoppers at the big stores in the malls are arabs. used to be flummoxed when i saw them buying scandalous western wear, but last nigth has made all crystal. apparently, they know how to have their funs.
has definitely made me stop feeling bad about the seemingly bland lives of arabs.. am thoroughly certain that them folks have as much fun as we do, if not more..
that was yesterday..
tomorrow, hwere i cwome....!!!!@!!~
*exits with flourish*
Monday, January 31, 2005
could it be?
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! [click on title, i say]
ps: readers must be amused by high standard of the usage of english as a first language.
simbly must.
ps: readers must be amused by high standard of the usage of english as a first language.
simbly must.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
going cold turkey
or at least, going to a cold turkey..
thats the plan anyway.
me hubby and i leave for a special eid-trip to turkey, 4 nights, 5 days of prettiness and culture..
love everything about the region, and it's winter to boot, so should be more smashing..
will tell you all, will splash pics across net, will leave nothing to any imagination.. in short, will be walking-talking infomercial-brochure about the bosphorus and its neighborhood...
watch this space.
or in the meanwhile, watch this one:
http://www.travelrepublic.co.uk//Europe/euturkey.aspx?source=e
thats the plan anyway.
me hubby and i leave for a special eid-trip to turkey, 4 nights, 5 days of prettiness and culture..
love everything about the region, and it's winter to boot, so should be more smashing..
will tell you all, will splash pics across net, will leave nothing to any imagination.. in short, will be walking-talking infomercial-brochure about the bosphorus and its neighborhood...
watch this space.
or in the meanwhile, watch this one:
http://www.travelrepublic.co.uk//Europe/euturkey.aspx?source=e
Thursday, January 13, 2005
yaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!
got my new phone today.
finally.
motorola E 398... have stayed loyal to a brand. does that not say wonderful things about the kind of dependable person i am? wah wah.
have a look see.
http://direct.motorola.com/experience/AME/ENG/E398/
finally.
motorola E 398... have stayed loyal to a brand. does that not say wonderful things about the kind of dependable person i am? wah wah.
have a look see.
http://direct.motorola.com/experience/AME/ENG/E398/
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
about a desert
went sand-duning yesterday...
was a gorgeous.
we were up and about and ready in our jeans-pents and chappals by 12 noon... arranged sandwiches, pepsis, seven-ups, diet sodas and lassis, picked up 2 family buckets at the kfc drive thru and left for hatta...
let me mention the crux of this whole sudden dune-bashing spreeeee-wheee! it is known as a frind of khawar-khurram's called mr samee muazzim..
he be's a millionaire types.. he owns 3 of his own dune buggies.. he's a pro with them and he knows the desert well. hence, we milked his human kindness and bonhomie for all it was worth.
he was here in a huge gleaming black Hummer, with a 3x trolley for his buggies. we were pleased as punch to be in the same neighborhood as them gorgeous machines.. imagine the glee when we got to sit in the hummer... yeah!!! [ plus, ayaan the sweetest was alongside this writer].
we reached the base camp A on schedule.. deflated tyres for all 4-wheel drives: 2 toyota landcruisers, one merc G55 ... left the Hummer at Point A, and samee, khumu, and khawu took over the buggies...
vrrroooooooooooooomm... i shall not attempt to describe the wondrousnesses of the buggies as they were revved up.. very goose-pimples.
up and over the dunes in the jeeps.. 3 musketeers doing stunts on buggies.. finally reached a beautiful dune-top.. decided to set shop there. and we did..
it was the brilliants..
got quick-fire lessons on dune-buggy riding..
all of us had a go.. what a funs!!! what a many funs!!
will put up pics soonest..
have to run now..
like really
maybe later..
ta!
was a gorgeous.
we were up and about and ready in our jeans-pents and chappals by 12 noon... arranged sandwiches, pepsis, seven-ups, diet sodas and lassis, picked up 2 family buckets at the kfc drive thru and left for hatta...
let me mention the crux of this whole sudden dune-bashing spreeeee-wheee! it is known as a frind of khawar-khurram's called mr samee muazzim..
he be's a millionaire types.. he owns 3 of his own dune buggies.. he's a pro with them and he knows the desert well. hence, we milked his human kindness and bonhomie for all it was worth.
he was here in a huge gleaming black Hummer, with a 3x trolley for his buggies. we were pleased as punch to be in the same neighborhood as them gorgeous machines.. imagine the glee when we got to sit in the hummer... yeah!!! [ plus, ayaan the sweetest was alongside this writer].
we reached the base camp A on schedule.. deflated tyres for all 4-wheel drives: 2 toyota landcruisers, one merc G55 ... left the Hummer at Point A, and samee, khumu, and khawu took over the buggies...
vrrroooooooooooooomm... i shall not attempt to describe the wondrousnesses of the buggies as they were revved up.. very goose-pimples.
up and over the dunes in the jeeps.. 3 musketeers doing stunts on buggies.. finally reached a beautiful dune-top.. decided to set shop there. and we did..
it was the brilliants..
got quick-fire lessons on dune-buggy riding..
all of us had a go.. what a funs!!! what a many funs!!
will put up pics soonest..
have to run now..
like really
maybe later..
ta!
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
eating too bloody much
and the consequences are appallingly apparent...
read as, expanding waistline and strange sitch-way-shuns in the gastric region.. urp..
thats what comes of being newly wed, and having a huge social circle to go around in, air kissing all the while..
every night its the same deal.. huge spread of salads, meats, more meats and erm.. meats.
then a special selection of dessert do's...
very hard for a foodie like me to say no to.. but after a week of the high life, it really got to be too much.
today was a special on my list of 'top ten cringe days'... it was my aunt's KITTY PARTY meet. and all the ladies and girls of every house in the 'circle' had to go.. it was everything i had dreaded growing up... my cup runneth over with the opulence and nonsense i was privy to..
air-kissing and grinning stupidly i have gradually grown accustomed to. it was the same ol' same ol' growing up, so i was sort of resigned to this fad years ago..
but then it was all the cream of indo-paki society in dubai - the 'aunties', the wives and daughters and duaghters-in-law of the elite here.. the inanities that have passed these mine ears this morning are a bit much to record here. no wait, why not??...
'oooooohhh.. what a lovely kurta, is it by blah-blah-blah designer?'..'....' aiiiiiii, when did u change ur hair?'...
' screeeeech! is that a bvlgari???'...
and on and on ad nauseum..
pathetic and then downhill therefrom.
i was given many pretentious presents to welcome me to the club ..*shudder*... from various ladies whose names i don't really care to remember. also got a lot of accented 'how are you's?' and 'lovely to meet you's' from the younger girls at the do, who were all the while giving me the once-over through their very bizarre pret costumes and million dollar sunglasses..
did i mention this was a late-ish brunch, coupled with a cocktail lounge, all arranged very lah-dee-dah, outdoors, at one of the aunty's villas here? hmm.
in a word, it was a do where i was constantly cringing inwardly at the thought of what the hell i was doing.. constant craving to get back home and wipe the polite grin off my mug.
infuriating as hell.
also, when my aunt asked me if i had had fun, i tolds her no straight away and she was pretty curious as to why.. couldn't very well tell her that this was the sort of thing i hated being part of.. "i mean, don't take this personally, pupho, but..."!!! hehehehe.
so anyway.. that was the morning-afternoon..
then had a great time at home with old family friends.. sana from way back, natasha, mai, wafa and little munster, ayaan the gorgeousest and me- we hit mcdonalds for lifesaving snacks,then hit the beach for a stroll, and had a grand time of it all..
watched oceans twelve later at night and did it suck.
dont watch it. unless ur getting free tickets and havent sen brad pitt in a while.
g'night. tis very lates.
read as, expanding waistline and strange sitch-way-shuns in the gastric region.. urp..
thats what comes of being newly wed, and having a huge social circle to go around in, air kissing all the while..
every night its the same deal.. huge spread of salads, meats, more meats and erm.. meats.
then a special selection of dessert do's...
very hard for a foodie like me to say no to.. but after a week of the high life, it really got to be too much.
today was a special on my list of 'top ten cringe days'... it was my aunt's KITTY PARTY meet. and all the ladies and girls of every house in the 'circle' had to go.. it was everything i had dreaded growing up... my cup runneth over with the opulence and nonsense i was privy to..
air-kissing and grinning stupidly i have gradually grown accustomed to. it was the same ol' same ol' growing up, so i was sort of resigned to this fad years ago..
but then it was all the cream of indo-paki society in dubai - the 'aunties', the wives and daughters and duaghters-in-law of the elite here.. the inanities that have passed these mine ears this morning are a bit much to record here. no wait, why not??...
'oooooohhh.. what a lovely kurta, is it by blah-blah-blah designer?'..'....' aiiiiiii, when did u change ur hair?'...
' screeeeech! is that a bvlgari???'...
and on and on ad nauseum..
pathetic and then downhill therefrom.
i was given many pretentious presents to welcome me to the club ..*shudder*... from various ladies whose names i don't really care to remember. also got a lot of accented 'how are you's?' and 'lovely to meet you's' from the younger girls at the do, who were all the while giving me the once-over through their very bizarre pret costumes and million dollar sunglasses..
did i mention this was a late-ish brunch, coupled with a cocktail lounge, all arranged very lah-dee-dah, outdoors, at one of the aunty's villas here? hmm.
in a word, it was a do where i was constantly cringing inwardly at the thought of what the hell i was doing.. constant craving to get back home and wipe the polite grin off my mug.
infuriating as hell.
also, when my aunt asked me if i had had fun, i tolds her no straight away and she was pretty curious as to why.. couldn't very well tell her that this was the sort of thing i hated being part of.. "i mean, don't take this personally, pupho, but..."!!! hehehehe.
so anyway.. that was the morning-afternoon..
then had a great time at home with old family friends.. sana from way back, natasha, mai, wafa and little munster, ayaan the gorgeousest and me- we hit mcdonalds for lifesaving snacks,then hit the beach for a stroll, and had a grand time of it all..
watched oceans twelve later at night and did it suck.
dont watch it. unless ur getting free tickets and havent sen brad pitt in a while.
g'night. tis very lates.
Monday, January 03, 2005
happy newer?
or something..
seems a tad ridiculous to be celebrating anything at all, with the immense incomprehensibility of this past week or ten days..
moving on from there, kindly take out all the unbelievable extra stuff we inevitably accumulate at home, in our wardrobes and generally, around the house. pack them in cartons or boxes and send away send away send away where they're needed. please.
if you've forgotten why you should, switch on to any news channel.
also, if you've forgotten why, you're not really worth anything at all, but send aways anyway.
ta.
seems a tad ridiculous to be celebrating anything at all, with the immense incomprehensibility of this past week or ten days..
moving on from there, kindly take out all the unbelievable extra stuff we inevitably accumulate at home, in our wardrobes and generally, around the house. pack them in cartons or boxes and send away send away send away where they're needed. please.
if you've forgotten why you should, switch on to any news channel.
also, if you've forgotten why, you're not really worth anything at all, but send aways anyway.
ta.
Friday, December 31, 2004
i turned back and saw...
... the best times of my life a little way behind.. and a little disturbance at the very end.
we could say it all started at the end of 2001, with my cousin brothers wedding in dubai.. when old, ugly ties were severed.
a good job if i do say so myself..
come 2002 and the saab finds greatest funs and louve in her chuddybuddies in the bangalore.. the close of college saw many good times. loafing and laughing at random.
the boomsa on one end, out of college, but always tharr-mins-tharr only.
the reconciliation with bones and the lot.. [esp the warmest, longest hug i can remember].
the crazy hooliganism with roomies and other assorted comedians.
close of college and i take my sabbatical back home.. many sweet presents from friends, boomsa drops me to the station, friends come to see me off, and a bawling weepy session on the platform at bangalore central..
9 months of settling in at our new home in jammu.. moving furniture about, building wooden cabinets, painting, and the joy of having a baby room to help grow up..
..which growing up began immediately with scribblings on walls, doors and cupboard surfaces... [the anands of bangalore left their indelible mark on an innocent and very malleable sabbah].
come 2003, and little rumblings of impatience begin gnawing at the saab's vitals... the thought of a so-far-so-bloody-far vasantahabba annoys her insides like nobody's bloody business...
so she plans a return journey..
friends back in bangalore are like:: whaaa..? but we just sent u off! all those presents wasted?? *scoff*the protaganist remains unperturbed.
under the pretext of earning her keep, saab gets a lousy underdog's job with kpmg sthg or the other..
works muchly for not so muchly when she sees her paycheck.. but its lovely to be working at sthg grand, and standing on ur own 2 feet, she feels.
likes the job after a bit.
loves the little time she gets off to be with friendses. watches many ungodly hour movies with alaura, has untimely coffees with a boomsa, keeps yakking with the college bunch on phoneses and so Time runs on..
come the end of 2003, and the saba is informed of her betrothal in dubai..
frantic emails ensue, chats and yaks later, all is well..
the good news goes round..
saab maintains a low profile.. keeps up the act of single-and-was-never-ready-to-mingle-anyways-so-it-doesn't-make-a-difference..
2004 arrives at an audit in the orifices of an infosys.
vasantahabba happens with many gracious thwankses to boomsa and her friends.. many funs were had, and we fell in loves with an 'indian ocean'. not the current tragic one. anothers.
then july... mins like, my nikaah. mins like, thrilled to heavenly bits that a boomsa, with her side platter of smashed potatoes [shwilpaaz], and a laura, could be there to do that.
months run on.. a beautiful ramadan ensues, and passes by.
soon after, my cousin next door is wed..
a month left for my own 'bidaai'.. in dubai. [po-yum].
frantic runnings around to arrange passport copies for visa copies, last minute shwoppings, ticket arrangements and the whole circus, as it were.
mid-dec 2004..
pack-up for dubai. the entourage leaves. short stint in delhi, and tadaaa.....
welcome to dubai..
the new family gives us a warm-mushy-sweetest welcome at the airport. surprise surprise, a stretchiest ever limousine has been arranged for saba and husband!! white limo, black leather interior, lights, bar [whattawaste] and sthg many elses.. felt like we needed to shoot a music video in there.. also felt like we should have more people in there with us.. whatever happened to car pooling?
a few short details later, shro dahling arrives from bangalore.. how i beam on her.. how she beams back!! what a joyous times.
as per dna coding, she blends in immediately with the background and is at home in my home, even referring to my folks as 'mama' and 'abba'.. aww. shwucks. so mins kyoot only.
my fabida arrives also as vell... after many years, i see her. quid pro quo.. you came for my wedding-dong, im here for urs.
thwanks u both the manies for sweet gifts.
23rd dec- the grand mehndi raat... fritty-pretty understated gold tissue lehenga thingy from delhi.
25th dec- grandiose reception at emirates towers.. makeup by a wonderwoman from lahore.
3.5 hrs of hard work to effect a change in the exeriors of my landscape. wardrobe by some designer in lahore, pakistan. huge and heavy maroon & mustard sharara.. [boomsa frowns an indo-brahmin frown and froths at the mouth, hissing sweet nothings at these 'mussss-limz peoples'.]
26th dec- the 'waleema' function.. wardrobe courtesy designer from karachi?? dunno exactly. its an either or between the reception suit and this night. beige and light bluest fish-tail squirt. make-up thankfully from home.
ugh.
dinners various ensue..
very mitthai colour jango jvellries, on all nigths. sad but true.
sadder and also true was that shro left soonest.. tried to run her thru the entwire to-do list of dubai, but in winter, the days are shwort. at least she had many shee-shahs. hope she's stoned enough for to last the new years.
in the interim, the worst news sweeps across the world. a tidal wave of incomprehensibility. new numbers to hit us in the face every morning. new videos, new horrors. i'lll leave it at that. shaking one's head and wondering isn't helping anyone.
and that was the time that was.. just a huge summary of things.. very well begun, but quite badly done in the end.
one can only hope we're looking at better times ahead. i believe we are. like they say in every second movie, things can only get better from here.
happy new year. seriously.
g'bye and godspeed.
hmm.
we could say it all started at the end of 2001, with my cousin brothers wedding in dubai.. when old, ugly ties were severed.
a good job if i do say so myself..
come 2002 and the saab finds greatest funs and louve in her chuddybuddies in the bangalore.. the close of college saw many good times. loafing and laughing at random.
the boomsa on one end, out of college, but always tharr-mins-tharr only.
the reconciliation with bones and the lot.. [esp the warmest, longest hug i can remember].
the crazy hooliganism with roomies and other assorted comedians.
close of college and i take my sabbatical back home.. many sweet presents from friends, boomsa drops me to the station, friends come to see me off, and a bawling weepy session on the platform at bangalore central..
9 months of settling in at our new home in jammu.. moving furniture about, building wooden cabinets, painting, and the joy of having a baby room to help grow up..
..which growing up began immediately with scribblings on walls, doors and cupboard surfaces... [the anands of bangalore left their indelible mark on an innocent and very malleable sabbah].
come 2003, and little rumblings of impatience begin gnawing at the saab's vitals... the thought of a so-far-so-bloody-far vasantahabba annoys her insides like nobody's bloody business...
so she plans a return journey..
friends back in bangalore are like:: whaaa..? but we just sent u off! all those presents wasted?? *scoff*the protaganist remains unperturbed.
under the pretext of earning her keep, saab gets a lousy underdog's job with kpmg sthg or the other..
works muchly for not so muchly when she sees her paycheck.. but its lovely to be working at sthg grand, and standing on ur own 2 feet, she feels.
likes the job after a bit.
loves the little time she gets off to be with friendses. watches many ungodly hour movies with alaura, has untimely coffees with a boomsa, keeps yakking with the college bunch on phoneses and so Time runs on..
come the end of 2003, and the saba is informed of her betrothal in dubai..
frantic emails ensue, chats and yaks later, all is well..
the good news goes round..
saab maintains a low profile.. keeps up the act of single-and-was-never-ready-to-mingle-anyways-so-it-doesn't-make-a-difference..
2004 arrives at an audit in the orifices of an infosys.
vasantahabba happens with many gracious thwankses to boomsa and her friends.. many funs were had, and we fell in loves with an 'indian ocean'. not the current tragic one. anothers.
then july... mins like, my nikaah. mins like, thrilled to heavenly bits that a boomsa, with her side platter of smashed potatoes [shwilpaaz], and a laura, could be there to do that.
months run on.. a beautiful ramadan ensues, and passes by.
soon after, my cousin next door is wed..
a month left for my own 'bidaai'.. in dubai. [po-yum].
frantic runnings around to arrange passport copies for visa copies, last minute shwoppings, ticket arrangements and the whole circus, as it were.
mid-dec 2004..
pack-up for dubai. the entourage leaves. short stint in delhi, and tadaaa.....
welcome to dubai..
the new family gives us a warm-mushy-sweetest welcome at the airport. surprise surprise, a stretchiest ever limousine has been arranged for saba and husband!! white limo, black leather interior, lights, bar [whattawaste] and sthg many elses.. felt like we needed to shoot a music video in there.. also felt like we should have more people in there with us.. whatever happened to car pooling?
a few short details later, shro dahling arrives from bangalore.. how i beam on her.. how she beams back!! what a joyous times.
as per dna coding, she blends in immediately with the background and is at home in my home, even referring to my folks as 'mama' and 'abba'.. aww. shwucks. so mins kyoot only.
my fabida arrives also as vell... after many years, i see her. quid pro quo.. you came for my wedding-dong, im here for urs.
thwanks u both the manies for sweet gifts.
23rd dec- the grand mehndi raat... fritty-pretty understated gold tissue lehenga thingy from delhi.
25th dec- grandiose reception at emirates towers.. makeup by a wonderwoman from lahore.
3.5 hrs of hard work to effect a change in the exeriors of my landscape. wardrobe by some designer in lahore, pakistan. huge and heavy maroon & mustard sharara.. [boomsa frowns an indo-brahmin frown and froths at the mouth, hissing sweet nothings at these 'mussss-limz peoples'.]
26th dec- the 'waleema' function.. wardrobe courtesy designer from karachi?? dunno exactly. its an either or between the reception suit and this night. beige and light bluest fish-tail squirt. make-up thankfully from home.
ugh.
dinners various ensue..
very mitthai colour jango jvellries, on all nigths. sad but true.
sadder and also true was that shro left soonest.. tried to run her thru the entwire to-do list of dubai, but in winter, the days are shwort. at least she had many shee-shahs. hope she's stoned enough for to last the new years.
in the interim, the worst news sweeps across the world. a tidal wave of incomprehensibility. new numbers to hit us in the face every morning. new videos, new horrors. i'lll leave it at that. shaking one's head and wondering isn't helping anyone.
and that was the time that was.. just a huge summary of things.. very well begun, but quite badly done in the end.
one can only hope we're looking at better times ahead. i believe we are. like they say in every second movie, things can only get better from here.
happy new year. seriously.
g'bye and godspeed.
hmm.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
day 1 y'all
hello hello mins.
here i is from our hotel in dubai..reception over and done with last night.. sources at the crime scene say it was a stunner. i strongly recommend the Emirates Towers Hotel on the Sheikh Zayed Highway for anyone with shitloads of money and time to spare for a gorgeous holiday in the Gulf.
by the highway
in a highrise
living the highlife for a bit
or something.
26th floor.. lovely view, great facilities, service, and and and.... how long before i said it?? FOODSSSS!
Come and enjoy. khawu and i have just finished a sinful breakfast.. 300 calories per meal is my target.
shall be done.
till then, that is, till u get pictures of my new expand-look, ta!
here i is from our hotel in dubai..reception over and done with last night.. sources at the crime scene say it was a stunner. i strongly recommend the Emirates Towers Hotel on the Sheikh Zayed Highway for anyone with shitloads of money and time to spare for a gorgeous holiday in the Gulf.
by the highway
in a highrise
living the highlife for a bit
or something.
26th floor.. lovely view, great facilities, service, and and and.... how long before i said it?? FOODSSSS!
Come and enjoy. khawu and i have just finished a sinful breakfast.. 300 calories per meal is my target.
shall be done.
till then, that is, till u get pictures of my new expand-look, ta!
Monday, December 13, 2004
4 days
and this is not a rip off of '7 days' by a certain Amreekan songster, whose name at the moment eludes me...
oh wait!! its that craig david, and i dont like his crooning one bit...
4 days is in fact just-and-only a pure algebraic statement, a mathematical fact, when seen as the number of days i have left here in jammu, with kith and kin..
ugh. whatta situations.. have to get back to doing somthing soonest.. cant poosibly be ranting on and on about how many days are left of my old life..
am done.
oh wait!! its that craig david, and i dont like his crooning one bit...
4 days is in fact just-and-only a pure algebraic statement, a mathematical fact, when seen as the number of days i have left here in jammu, with kith and kin..
ugh. whatta situations.. have to get back to doing somthing soonest.. cant poosibly be ranting on and on about how many days are left of my old life..
am done.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
the run down
ladies and others..
we leave the us of j&k on the 17t of this month.. thats about a week away, plus one or 2, which dont count in the larger scheme of things..
my bags are still unpacked..
bent my back yesterday ironing out my new clothes, and then tossing them hither and thither for the assorted siblings and maters to pack in fancy-shmancy ways, in cellophane packs... [my conscience cringes at what im doing to the environment in my small-scale life!]
theres a rumor going around [my mom started it] that my kith and kin.. are...from now on, every night going to turn up at chez haji and sing and dance and cry for the bride to be.. eeeyuk. *my toes curl upwards in a fsahion reminiscent of the olden days when i was thrown in close proximity with an aunt of the boomsa's*].
how i hate the show and the sha...esp the sha bit... leave me be.. i mean, i love my foks, but lets not be corny! admittedly though, i have been an active part of similar show-shas for other relatives' wedding things.. serves me right!@
the upside: isnt there always one??... im getting invited for dinners and yum things of similiar natures, at everybody's house.. aah, the joy of rich, meaty, spiced up kashmiri cuisine!!
hehehehhe//.. so sorry noopa and other veggies..its the true.
as an aside, storm's turning out to be more adorable everyday. everyday in every way, he gets better and better.
aww.
[the above is called a non sequitir.]
on that off-tune note, i end.
we leave the us of j&k on the 17t of this month.. thats about a week away, plus one or 2, which dont count in the larger scheme of things..
my bags are still unpacked..
bent my back yesterday ironing out my new clothes, and then tossing them hither and thither for the assorted siblings and maters to pack in fancy-shmancy ways, in cellophane packs... [my conscience cringes at what im doing to the environment in my small-scale life!]
theres a rumor going around [my mom started it] that my kith and kin.. are...from now on, every night going to turn up at chez haji and sing and dance and cry for the bride to be.. eeeyuk. *my toes curl upwards in a fsahion reminiscent of the olden days when i was thrown in close proximity with an aunt of the boomsa's*].
how i hate the show and the sha...esp the sha bit... leave me be.. i mean, i love my foks, but lets not be corny! admittedly though, i have been an active part of similar show-shas for other relatives' wedding things.. serves me right!@
the upside: isnt there always one??... im getting invited for dinners and yum things of similiar natures, at everybody's house.. aah, the joy of rich, meaty, spiced up kashmiri cuisine!!
hehehehhe//.. so sorry noopa and other veggies..its the true.
as an aside, storm's turning out to be more adorable everyday. everyday in every way, he gets better and better.
aww.
[the above is called a non sequitir.]
on that off-tune note, i end.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
the lord of many rings
so anyways, how did i forget to mention that a hair-raising and exciting beyond words incident of the recent past?
the date was the 24th of nov, 2004. circa 1900hrs, IST.
saba was in the middle of cousins wedding... cousin had called home a beautician.. very ugly looking, and when i say ugly i mean evil, sinister and a no-good-types.
as i ran my vibescan over her anatomy, i got a strong: BEWARE! flashcard in neon and udder like colours.
the lady [naw, not lady, grotesquette actually] took her time about doing my cousin up, with hot wax and various chemical things happening to her. then was my time, with much more hot wax.. and then i asked her to leave casually, which she did in grand spirits..
a new hairless saba starts getting ready for the gaana-bajaana at cousins place.
saba wears saucy new wedding party outfit, saba combs-brushes hair, swoons in some perfume and as a finishing touch, heads for her rings... ooh, lookee at that, isnt this strange, my ring holder is upturned, various rings strewn across my drawer..
search search, all gold and silver rings intact.. search gets more frantic, panic levels start upping, dismay and horror make an appearance.. the saab realises her diamond ring, her engagement-nikaah ring is missing. is stolen.. nooooooooooo!!!! who gave a damn about the other small fry.... my ring!
next thought: bloody b#$$@@#!! it was her i tell u. it was the grotesquette....
ceratainty causes dismay and other useless emotions to run into wrath... hell hath no fury like a woman wronged, and by another woman to boot...
quick calls made to 3 of our SP relatives... immediate swinging into action.. the pater, the uncle, the cousin bro and a mother reach the accused's house [how we found that out dont ask] with police peoples.. police heads in alone. basic interrogations.. the witch bitch ugly-beautician confidently refuses.. the police dude searches her house. then grabs her handbag... feels along the inner lining after emptying out an innocent beauticians handbag.. finds an ingenious lump.
sewed into the inner lining and hidden among cotton balls, is my... RING!!!!!!
yaaaaaaay.
witch bitch gets cocky, starts a rude barrage.. police uncle man slaps her hard and fast. my mater faints... and amidst all the hulla ballooo, our whole family waits on tenterhooks at home for latest updates from the crime scene.
a moblie phone in each hand at either end helps. a celebratory call made.. joy and shouting at both ends.. forget the wedding, a new joy is at hand!!
the accused and guilty grotesquette, taken along with police peoples to jails. on the way to the car, she threatens my ma. says: yeh tumne acha nahin kiya, mein dekh loongi!!!! gawd.
police escort her to her new temp abode..the clinker. probably beaten up all night. by morning, she has revealed a lot more than she was letting out the previous night.
so much for bravado.
and thats my story..
a short epilogue..
the police, very proud of themselves, as they should be, print the whole escapade in many dailies the next morning.. pa and i are famous, celebrities of a small town.
refer: http://www.dailyexcelsior.com/web1/04nov25/index.html
[go to state, scroll down a bit and see the beauty!]
downside: the indian legal system shows its true and ugly side.. turns out, now we have to run to the courts every so often to prove that the ring is mine!
ugh.
and that's a wrap.
hope u enjvaiied the show.
the date was the 24th of nov, 2004. circa 1900hrs, IST.
saba was in the middle of cousins wedding... cousin had called home a beautician.. very ugly looking, and when i say ugly i mean evil, sinister and a no-good-types.
as i ran my vibescan over her anatomy, i got a strong: BEWARE! flashcard in neon and udder like colours.
the lady [naw, not lady, grotesquette actually] took her time about doing my cousin up, with hot wax and various chemical things happening to her. then was my time, with much more hot wax.. and then i asked her to leave casually, which she did in grand spirits..
a new hairless saba starts getting ready for the gaana-bajaana at cousins place.
saba wears saucy new wedding party outfit, saba combs-brushes hair, swoons in some perfume and as a finishing touch, heads for her rings... ooh, lookee at that, isnt this strange, my ring holder is upturned, various rings strewn across my drawer..
search search, all gold and silver rings intact.. search gets more frantic, panic levels start upping, dismay and horror make an appearance.. the saab realises her diamond ring, her engagement-nikaah ring is missing. is stolen.. nooooooooooo!!!! who gave a damn about the other small fry.... my ring!
next thought: bloody b#$$@@#!! it was her i tell u. it was the grotesquette....
ceratainty causes dismay and other useless emotions to run into wrath... hell hath no fury like a woman wronged, and by another woman to boot...
quick calls made to 3 of our SP relatives... immediate swinging into action.. the pater, the uncle, the cousin bro and a mother reach the accused's house [how we found that out dont ask] with police peoples.. police heads in alone. basic interrogations.. the witch bitch ugly-beautician confidently refuses.. the police dude searches her house. then grabs her handbag... feels along the inner lining after emptying out an innocent beauticians handbag.. finds an ingenious lump.
sewed into the inner lining and hidden among cotton balls, is my... RING!!!!!!
yaaaaaaay.
witch bitch gets cocky, starts a rude barrage.. police uncle man slaps her hard and fast. my mater faints... and amidst all the hulla ballooo, our whole family waits on tenterhooks at home for latest updates from the crime scene.
a moblie phone in each hand at either end helps. a celebratory call made.. joy and shouting at both ends.. forget the wedding, a new joy is at hand!!
the accused and guilty grotesquette, taken along with police peoples to jails. on the way to the car, she threatens my ma. says: yeh tumne acha nahin kiya, mein dekh loongi!!!! gawd.
police escort her to her new temp abode..the clinker. probably beaten up all night. by morning, she has revealed a lot more than she was letting out the previous night.
so much for bravado.
and thats my story..
a short epilogue..
the police, very proud of themselves, as they should be, print the whole escapade in many dailies the next morning.. pa and i are famous, celebrities of a small town.
refer: http://www.dailyexcelsior.com/web1/04nov25/index.html
[go to state, scroll down a bit and see the beauty!]
downside: the indian legal system shows its true and ugly side.. turns out, now we have to run to the courts every so often to prove that the ring is mine!
ugh.
and that's a wrap.
hope u enjvaiied the show.
who killed the mockingbird?
apparently no one,
but i had to use some title..
it so happens that im currently involved deeply and thoroughly in packing for my impending future as a married something. mins to say like, i have to filter, sort, choose and discard. from my old stuff.. to be able to fit into my new suitcases to take aways with me to my new digs..
4 cases, and a lifetime to pack. ouch.
have left behind most of everything.. have taken special somethings that i know i cant stand losing..
tinkerbells from boomsa..[maybe she got them from pondi?], and her swell present of rumi to me...
poetries bookses from shro...
old musics, hidden beneath new clothes-stuff, bcoz if mama sees thems, she'll faint. [all she's thinking in terms of nowadays is 'baggage allowed per person'].
special bookses... 'to kill a certain mockingbird' among them!
all corny foto-albums from school up...
old jeans-pents, assorted pyjamas, tattered kurtas and tshirts from a different age..
many many many bags that grownups in my family fail to understand. hyuk.
and so on and so forth..
painfull as hell... and since i can't swear anymore, except in my head, i just have this much to say:
STUPPIDD-DUMBO-IDIOT-JACKASS, and the clincher, HOTDAMMIT!@#@~!!
ta.
but i had to use some title..
it so happens that im currently involved deeply and thoroughly in packing for my impending future as a married something. mins to say like, i have to filter, sort, choose and discard. from my old stuff.. to be able to fit into my new suitcases to take aways with me to my new digs..
4 cases, and a lifetime to pack. ouch.
have left behind most of everything.. have taken special somethings that i know i cant stand losing..
tinkerbells from boomsa..[maybe she got them from pondi?], and her swell present of rumi to me...
poetries bookses from shro...
old musics, hidden beneath new clothes-stuff, bcoz if mama sees thems, she'll faint. [all she's thinking in terms of nowadays is 'baggage allowed per person'].
special bookses... 'to kill a certain mockingbird' among them!
all corny foto-albums from school up...
old jeans-pents, assorted pyjamas, tattered kurtas and tshirts from a different age..
many many many bags that grownups in my family fail to understand. hyuk.
and so on and so forth..
painfull as hell... and since i can't swear anymore, except in my head, i just have this much to say:
STUPPIDD-DUMBO-IDIOT-JACKASS, and the clincher, HOTDAMMIT!@#@~!!
ta.
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