December 19, 2013

Day 3

Part of the *The 30 Day blog Challenge*

Day 3 - My favorite TV serials.

I had taken up this challenge long back but dropped it. Now continuing. 
It's gonna be a trip down the memory lane. :)

           1. Rishta.Com
When the Yash Raj Films stepped down into the television industry,they created not one, not two, but a whole bundle of amazing TV series.
Among all those, will always top my list.
The chic, sincere, well organised, workaholic Isha (Shruti Seth) and the hot, witty, flirty, never-ready-for-commitment Rohan (Kavi Shastri) made the perfect bosses of this matrimonial agency,
I personally loved this series for two reasons-
One: The beautiful portraying of Isha and Rohan's different perceptions about the life and situations. Total opposite personalities but, the bond rocked. 
Not to forget, their verbal wrestles were a total hit for me.

Two: The way they showed different Indian men, women, families and rishteys and the whole concept of arranged marriages. Also, varied mindsets and ideologies of Indian people and culture was interestingly put up.
Okayy! Make it three! Because you just cannot miss Kavi Shastri - his hot personality, his witty sense of humor and of course, his accent. Oh and also his smile, his charm, his way with girls, and his .. you see, I can go on and on and on. I still have a bigg crush on him and it will last forever. :P
No kidding! I have downloaded the entire series for him! [Those interested, can contact me! ;)]
    2. Seven
This TV series was an exotic one.
It showed seven ordinary people- Asmin, Haryaksh, Drishika, Mastishk, Varya, Eklavya and Hriday- bestowed with different extra ordinary powers to fight against the evil on earth and solving the Ashvamedh prophesy in connection to Mahabharata. With the help of the nine books that taught them nine new abilities and powers, and their two guardians Shunya and Shlok, they defeat the villain Asht and return back to their normal life after Shlok deletes their memory.
The symbiosis of mystery, mythology, puzzles, modern characters and philosophy was enough for a prolonged contemplation! I loved it.

          3. Mahi Way

Who on earth can't relate to Mahi's character? If you have seen this serial, I am sure, at some point, even you felt that it was your heart speaking up in Mahi's voice. Whether it was her battle at office with her boss Ramona or her colleagues Sona & Mona; or her love/crush/relationship issues with Ishaan and Shiv- it all seemed so real. There were things that you could totally relate too. Her relationship with her high-on-pride sister, her younger brother, her parents and her friends Sid and Roshni were just, like picked up from our lives. The best parts were with no doubt her in-her-head conversations. Just like her, we all think that way.. But never admit it in public or even to ourselves with pride.

4. Sarabhai v/s Sarabhai
Reading the name itself brings a huge smile to our faces. Do I even need to say more about this show? :D
I'll just leave this with a treasure - you can have a ROFL while again watching the entire series here. Absolute gold. You can thank me later! ;)

       5. The Disney Hour

This list will be incomplete without this one. The Disney Hour with Vishal Malhotra. Aired on Sony Channel in the late 90's, this show was one of those serials we all grew up watching. Cartoons like Duck Tales, Chip n' Dales, Adventures of the Gummi Bears, Talespin, Timon and Pumbaa, Little Mermaid, Alladin, 101 Dalmatians, Hercules, Mickey Mouse, etc. fascinated me so much. And then Vishal used to read out letters from viewers and distribute Disney goodies. Aah! Good old days and fond memories! :D 

November 23, 2013

Talk to the hand.

I have no huge story of how we became friends.
It was the first semester of our graduation. August 2010.
After one of the last lecture of one of the initial days of August, while we were moving out of our class, I noticed he was walking right behind me. I made up my mind, just turned around and said,
"Hi! I am Priyanka."
"Hi! Sahil."
We shook hands and started talking on the way to the parking. From that day, we haven't stopped ever!
We talk and blabber and debate and argue and bore each other till death. Because mutual pakana is important!
We can talk about anything and everything under the sun. And have conversations that only we both can understand while sitting in a group. (Yes! I know, I know that's rude. But nobody else seems to understand what we are talking about. :P)
We make the best team for projects, assignments. Probably because, hamare nakhre sirf ham dono hi jhel sakte hain. Baki koi toh hamare naam ki supari de dega. :P 

As he keeps saying this all the time!

He has to make fun of everything I do.
Three years of graduation have made me realize that this guy is just impossible!
I just keep praying to God for these two more years of post graduation now. :P

Yes, I have a million and ten complains with this guy. 
[Please start coming for movies on time!]
But then again, those are written on a never ending scroll, neatly rolled and dumped in the sea because it doesn't matter. For I know, he'll be there always.
We all have that one person whom we call stupid names, abuse in their face, 
keep bickering with all the time but adore them to death. 
I guess, best friends are like that!

So this one's for you, bitch! Today when you turn.. what 47? I wish you all the happiness of the world.

Stay awesome! Happy Birthday! :D

Oh and he, also, is a blogger (His Blog). :)

October 30, 2013


Our country is a funny one. Actually, people here are funny. 
Everybody will go around calling Manmohan Singh “mute”, “Sonia Gandhi’s puppet”, etc., but when questioned, we won’t even know the reasons why he is where he is or simpler, even his powers. 
When questioned about how Congress is formed, we go blank but we abuse them openly. 
When Sachin Tendulkar played, made records, and won laurels for the country, he was made the God. But we wanted him to retire because he was aging. 
Mahendra Singh Dhoni was the best captain team India could ever have until we lost some series back to back. We think Akshay Kumar is an entertainer, but not an actor. 
It's so easy to question a classmate's or a colleague's character if we know of their drinking/ smoking habits. A friend who has loved and lost or cheated upon or got ditched and that's why has been dating more than a couple of people is easily tagged with various names that I wouldn't want to mention here. 
A boy and a girl sitting in a coffee shop have to be a couple always. Why they being friends or simply cousins are faraway thoughts? 
And if we see any mis-matched couple on a marriage reception stage, we immediately assume, “Love Marriage hogi!” or “Dahej kam dena pada hoga!” or any other silly reasons. 
Sorry, judgments.
What I really want to say by quoting these examples is that we people, judge anything and everything. It seems we have taken the freedom of expression way too seriously. As if, it’s a ritual!
We could go and bag the Nobel Prize for it. (If there will be one such ever.)
We have a habit of giving out our opinions regarding anything, whether asked or not for it. We just want to say because we want to be seen or noticed or considered a part of the group. We won’t ever have valid points to debate but will keep on shouting just for the sake of it.
It is true that we have a real hard time accepting things as and what they are. Be it be anything.

I guess before concluding anything about anyone, one should really not be cynical. 
And we shouldn't bind ourselves to judgmentsAfter all, we hardly know about their journey.

Logon ki aadatien galat ho iska matlab ye nahi ki log bhi galat hote hain..

Issued in public interest. ;)

July 20, 2013

Marine Drive (The flip side.)

[Read the first part, the girl's words - here. 
These words are from the guy of the same story. Co -authored by a very very dear friend.]

You hugged me. The hug seemed like it was all over, like it was the last one that I'd ever get from you. I sensed it was all falling apart. You had started walking away. I gathered all the courage I could and called out your name.
The Marine Drive suddenly got a lot more freezing. Shivering breezes started flowing around, and you froze right at your spot, however, not ready to turn around.
I ran to you, walked close and held on to your hand. 

I couldn't voice the words that the heart yearned to say -"Wait! Don't just walk out on me. Please?"
I just stood there, holding your hand, unable to utter a word still; looking into your eyes in a hope that you'd read mine.

Every day I wake up to your text, that one message which wishes me a Good Morning.
Today, I felt like I was missing something, missing a part of me perhaps.. It was that one message I was missing. Your message.
It felt incomplete. I felt completely lost.

Yesterday, it all just slipped away and I may have lost my control but I couldn't just tell you what I felt. I kept asking myself; whether I was too harsh on you, if I was right to be mad at you and not reply to your continuous texts and calls.
But, I was angry. It was not a petty issue. Maybe it was negligible for you; but for me, it was much more. I still can't just find a way to let you know how much I care for you. I just hope you'll understand. I know that I've hurt you, I shouldn't have over reacted.
But, sweetheart, I am sorry.. I really am!

Even I miss your nonstop chatter. I miss the way you make me listen to your endless random stories. I miss you pause when I react to some of your stories. And, I miss your chuckle at my "Ohh ho!".
Yes, I miss the nonstop texting I had.
I miss us both asking random and, sometimes, stupid questions; but answering all of them.
I miss...well, You.
In a matter of just one day! Amusing, this attachment!

I look at you. Again.. And somehow feel, that I shouldn't leave you on your own, not today..
Perhaps, you just need this cajoling. Maybe, you want me to make you talk.
I feel like if I don't try today, this would just add up to my regrets all the more.
I feel like if I don't make you stay today, I'd be pushing you away a lot more.

I give you a hug and whisper in your ears.
Even a midst all the noise around us — of the vendors, of the traffic, of the people — we both have found our own solace in each other's arms.

I do look up at the sky only to smile at it.
Alas! I am killing my ego, one day at a time.

July 3, 2013

Marine Drive

We both walked the promenade, and are now sitting on the pavement, facing the beautiful sea.
I am trying, to get you talk to me; but, it's all in vain. I am telling you my stupid stories.
You chuckle a bit. But, again get back in the same mood. I am reading out our old chats to you, reminding you of a beautiful moment we shared. It doesn't affect you.

I go silent wondering my mistake might have been a huge one and that is why such reactions from you. I try to recall things from the last night's chat. I think that it was a petty thing. You really should have forgiven me. But, I look at you, and you look away. I know I'm not forgiven. 
I don't know what to do. It seems impossible to coax you into talking it out. I feel helpless.
I look at the sea and the city that has connected us.

I miss you talk. I miss you listen to my stories. I miss you react and want to listen more. And, I miss you talk about your office stories. Though, there really are none. All you keep telling me is that it was a boring day. I miss the non stop texting I had with you. I miss us both asking random and, sometimes, stupid questions; but answering all of them.

I miss...well, You. 
In a matter of just one day! Funny, this attachment!

I look at you again.. And somehow feel, I should leave you on your own.. 

Perhaps, you don't need this cajoling. Maybe, you don't want to talk, not today.
I feel like a drop in the ocean holding back to add in more.
I feel like a drop in your ocean holding back to push it more.

I give you a hug and leave without making an eye contact.
Even a midst all the noise around us — of the vendors, of the traffic, of the people — we both have nurtured personal commotions in our heads.

I do turn around only to see you looking at the sea.
Alas! I am losing it to your ego, one day at a time.

PS: You can read the guy's side of the story here

March 30, 2013

Holding on!

While he was leaving, he stopped at the door, turned around and stepped forward.
We hugged.
I couldn't let go of him for some minutes.
We were talking while in that hug. Talking about how things will change in a matter of some 3-4 years and how we both won't be able to help it. I'll be gone. We could not be meeting. What when we'll need each other at times when we'll be low?
Conversations and messages will reduce. 'Keeping in contact' will fade sooner or later.
Of course, the love will stay. The bond cannot be changed ever. His place in my life cannot be replaced.
He's the best friend I've ever had. That fact is not gonna change.
But, come to think of it practically, everything will change.

I think I thought a million thoughts while being in that five minutes hug. But could share with him only ten of those thoughts.
Yes, the heart was so full that the eyes overflowed.

He sat me down. Tried calming me. I wasn't sad or upset. I had just got emotional.
He told me he had the best thing to cheer me up. And with that he pulled out a paper from his wallet.
A page that comes straight from his diary that we all had filled in when we were in class 9th...
He, since then, has kept that folded page as a souvenir in his wallet. 

That page dates back to 2007. And it still preserves my handwriting in black ink.
There! That guy had the best prick to burst the bubble of my emotions.
I held it for ten seconds. Just scanned it. Didn't have the courage to read it.
Still, the mere feel of that old paper and of that old cherished friendship made me break down..

And he? He was laughing hard looking at me crying like a baby..
I hit him several times and started laughing along.
I was stupidly switching between breaking into tears and breaking into laughter every ten seconds.
I was cursing him for showing me that page, loving him for staying, hitting him for laughing at me and just hugging him for no reason ..

You know,
there are moments in your life when you want the time to pause..
And there are moments when you want to capture a moment and lock it in an air tight jar so that you don't lose them ever..

I still don't know which one I would have opted for this particular moment I shared with him.

Some things are so beautiful that you are just left speechless.

(This story was shortlisted under the category of Flash Fiction for the online writing contest 'Wordweavers' held every year by the University of Mumbai's Department of English Alumni.)

February 13, 2013

Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave

Fiction. Part I.

You know, I had given up hopes on him. Lost it to his indecisiveness, to his ignorance and to his casual behavior towards our relationship. I used to cry my nights thinking about the love we shared, the promises, all the good memories with him and then why he was behaving so. I used to ask myself repeatedly, what went wrong? What went SO wrong?

But he just didn't seem to bother. He didn't even have the time to talk, to sort it out. I was just waiting for his one call-one call full of his explanations, his reasons, his endless requests for forgiveness, and loads of new promises, loads of Baby-I'll-never-do-this-again s and we'll be fine. I'll forgive him and we'll start it fresh. Love all over again. 

But nothing happened. No phone call came. I waited for one such call for almost four months.

Those four months went into nothingness. I cut myself from the world. Friends had complaints. Mum was worried. I just didn't know what to do. I didn't want to talk to any friend about it either. Maybe, didn't want to hear what my brain already knew and the heart wouldn't just accept. Everybody would say "Amy, it's time you stop thinking about it. He's not worth it." "Why are you wasting your time on it?" "Have you seen yourself?" "You've lost it!" "He doesn't just deserve you."

I know I had tricked myself into believing that things will work out at the end.
But, yeah, probably they were right. Probably, he didn't deserve me.
26th May. Two days before my goddamn birthday. That was the day. I was done with it. How did the birthday matter anyway now!
At 02 hours, I called him up, woke him up from his bloody sleep and told him that I'm calling it off with him. I was crying a lot. Can hardly remember what I talked to him about. Or if I spoke up what was on my mind or if I complained or if I made him count every mistake of his. I don't remember anything at all. Went to sleep directly then. 

Morning saw me the worst ever. I couldn't see myself in the mirror. I had swollen eyes, messy hair, dizzy walk and a severe headache. I checked my phone. Damn! My eyes hurt too. No missed calls. 3 msgs. None of them were from Tanmay. It hurt. Which one hurt more, the head or the heart, I don't know. 
I quickly escaped everybody's eyes and went for a bath.
One hour bath. One hour breakfast.
Mum was continuously complaining. I was hardly listening. I could think about the song " Numb"'s video. It showed something similar. It was a mirror of my feelings too!
I was cursing myself for still expecting a text/ call from him.
For a moment, nothing moved. Everything was stationary.
The next moment, everything was spinning around. The chairs, the sofa, the TV, mum, me!!

Till afternoon, I had had 4 huge chocolate bars. I didn't know what else to do.
I paced from the room to the hall all day long. Cried on the terrace, in the washroom, while watching stupid serials. Missed every friend's call. Ignored every text. Flipped channels. Ate ice cream. Put extra kohl in my eyes. Yelled at mum. Banged doors. 

The commotion inside was creating a chaos outside too.
Aggrrhhhhh! I was restless. Anxious. Depressed. Hurt. Agitated. Frustrated. In rage. In pain.

I wanted to break out on the streets and shout! 
I wanted to punch the wall I was staring at. 
I wanted to throw my phone for not flashing a call with his name.. and his picture, too.

To be continued...

February 6, 2013

A perpetual conversation

She couldn't go to the bed with a heavy heart. Her heart and brain were conversing so loud that she had to write it down. She picked up her new 2013 diary and scribbled along...

20th January 2013.
00:44 hours

Right now, I don't want to tell you how good this day was. I know I am one lazy ass.
I am grateful for today.
But, my heart is heavy and I can't really conclude the reason/s. I just had a chat with him on WhatsApp. I hate to admit this but he's one person I cannot stay mad at.
He was pissing me off with every next statement of his but I still continued the chat.
It's rude to hang up on somebody, no? Besides, his opinions really matter to me.
Then why does he has to say things that hurt me??
Argghh! I want to punch him, hold his collar and ask him what does he want!!
He can't talk straight to me ever? For once, tell me things sweetly? I wonder does he even has that side?!
Oh of course he does! Haven't you seen him when he gets all protective and caring for you? 

Whatever! You please don't consider his once-in-a-lifetime-gestures an achievement!
He must be concerned and worried himself...
Stop it girl! This angel voice is irritating me all the more!

The anger slowly turned into anguish.
I don't know what and how much I mean to him. I don't even know why it's bothering me so much. Or that why he means this much to me. I cannot even say things that confidently as he could say about me. How do I find it out after all?

But, he has been there!

Or maybe I've always dragged him along?
Or maybe I've always lived with this illusion?

I don't know!
I don't knowwwwww!!!
All this is so irritating. I don't even know what's irritating me exactly!
And that's more irritating! Damn!!

I want to know! 

I want to know what's with me and this mystery regarding him.
I. want. to. know.

February 3, 2013

Day 2

*The 30 Day Blog Challenge*

I named my blog "Ripples of my thoughts" because.. my blog. Haha. :D

Well, I like the concept of ripples. You just slightly touch the water and it sends out beautiful and long lasting ripples till the end.
I loved to fantasize this for my thoughts as well.
Watching the ripples happen or making them happen gives a strange and subtle joy -maybe I could term it contentedness- just like you get after watching a beautiful sunset or a pretty sunflower field.
My blog has always been the same for me. Hence the name. :)

Ripples captured on a drizzly evening at the terrace.

The thing that got me blogging is my passion for words.
I always wanted to write whatever thoughts I had running on my mind.
Facebook status updates were one way to express but that time it limited the update to 420 characters, which was very less for me. Especially when I had so much to tell every single time... 
Every time I wrote a status update, Facebook asked me to cut down on the characters. That was such a hard time! 
Somewhere, squeezing the update to 420 characters meant deleting some feelings too!

And so I started with my journey of blogging.
Every time I had something amazing or unusual happening in my life, I made a silent note in my mind to preserve it through my words.
Sometimes, I couldn't write it. The other times(/memories/thoughts) have been penned down in the form of various posts on this blog. :)
I wrote all this in my first post Words too. But, writing it all again has kind of motivated me to write more. Perhaps, it’s true that the more you stay in touch with the purpose of a goal, the more you work towards it.

And surely, for me, Boyzone gets it the best-

"It's only words, and words are all I have to take your heart away..."

February 1, 2013

Day 1

*The 30 Day Blog Challenge*

I thought a lot but couldn't come up with a good introduction. (Honest!)
So, for now, refer to my blogger profile.
Ten interesting facts:

1. I can tackle any situation except when I am hungry. Hunger makes me cranky.

2. I do not wear heels.

3. I am very particular about my things. Touch them without my permission, and you’ll be taken for a ride to hell. 

4. I absolutely love photographs. My whole life revolves around photographs. I don't remember things that well so I memorize them in pictures.

5. I can talk to anybody and everybody. Yes, if I am standing in a queue, I’ll break the ice and start talking to the person behind me. (The one standing ahead of me is usually never interested. I have no idea why!) I can practically start a conversation within 15 seconds.
Because, I don’t like the awkward silences. I like smiles and importantly, ease and comfort around. So I create it. Simple! And how much ever risky/stupid it sounds and seems, but I don’t hesitate to strike conversations with the co passengers, store owners, waiters and even the sabjiwalas.

6.  When I am alone and tensed and talking to myself aloud, I kind of start singing my sentences! (Okay, don’t laugh please!) 
I sing them in pattern and eventually forget about my problems. It happens subconsciously but I am sure I will draw out one song from that shit someday.

7. I believe in the philosophy that the best things in life come for free. [examples: starry nights, rains, laughter, hugs and kisses, etc.] :)

8. I multitask a lot. I can do a lot of jobs at one time efficiently. I can even talk with two people on different topics, even be angry at one and laugh at a joke with another-together. 

9. I can never give up on the words "Sorry" and "Thank you". Even if the friends get irritated.

10. I love love.

When I am at my best! 
Picture credits: Amol Khade

January 22, 2013

The 30 Day Blog Challenge

I came across this on a fellow blogger's blog and since I think I have run out of topics to write about, I am starting up with this challenge. :)
And I am not taking up this challenge alone. Tanya is my partner all the way! :D
You can read her blog posts here.

The 30 Day blog Challenge

Day 1: Introduce, 10 interesting facts

Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name and why you started blogging
Day 3: Favorite TV shows
Day 4: Your favorite books
Day 5: Your family
Day 6: 10 of your favorite things
Day 7: Favorite movies
Day 8: A place you've traveled to
Day 9: About your friends
Day 10: Things you're afraid of
Day 11: Views on drugs and alcohol
Day 12: Your zodiac sign, and how it fits your personality
Day 13: Things you are OCD about
Day 14: Your favorite memory as a kid
Day 15: Top Ten Favorite Songs
Day 16: Things you want to say to 5 different people
Day 17: Things you are currently worried about
Day 18: Things you have learnt this year
Day 19: Pictures of 5 celebrities you find attractive
Day 20: Your day, in great detail
Day 21: Things you want to say to an ex
Day 22: Your worst habits
Day 23: 10 ways to win your heart
Day 24: 5 things that never fail to make you feel better
Day 25: Any other career you could pick apart from your current one
Day 26: Weird things you do when you are alone
Day 27: Someone who fascinates you and why
Day 28: Kind of people you hate
Day 29: Somethings you regret
Day 30: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.

A special thank you note to all the people who've been waiting for my posts. I am back with a bang! :)