I got tagged. Quite unsuspectingly by This Person. I was quite innocuously going through blog after blog when I read the post and fell for the game. Damn the GHM (Georgette Heyer Man).

I fell in love with Georgette Heyer when I was a wee lass of 14. My friend Ria was an addict, and she got me hooked by providing me my first one, called The Spanish Bride. Needless to say, I was quite charmed by Juana and Harry, and from then on, went through them like a warm knife through butter. It took me to college street when I was in Class X. I would go with 10 rupees in my pocket, roam around, get myself dirty with the grime coated books that the book seller would try to sell me at 15 rupees but I would staunchly stick to 7 (because the return bus ticket cost 3 rupees). In the end, I would go home, the proud owner of one book.

One book led to two, three... and soon I realized that I was gathering quite a collection.

Anyway, back to my story about the GHM. I fell in love with Vidal, the young Marquis of Devil's Cub. I was enamoured by this bad boy simply because I have a thing for a smattering of goodness in roguery. Tom Jones was my type, Byron was my type, Mickey Rourke was my type. I always had the dream of charming a bad boy to fall for me. Of taming a tough guy.

God, I sound like the blurb of a Mills and Boon. But then again, its my Mills and Boon. I read them too. The more outrageous the better. It reminds me of those impossibly scary teen age when I was nothing but a mass of quaking nerves, waiting on the threshold of adulthood with bated breath, waiting... watching people all around her fall in love, and be "happily ever after"(or so they thought then) and waiting.

I still wait. I know he will come. Some day.

Because I do not hope to turn...

Ah well, I turned.

Yes. This is one of those posts.

So where do I begin? Oh, ok. Enough with the tags and emo things. I like them a lot and they will keep coming back, but well, as a good friend of mine said (and I agreed) :

"I have a Dream. A Wet Dream."


So the Mother's pissed with me because *apparently* I've been the perfect example of the Disgraceful Daughter who *shock yourself please* comes home at 10 p.m. in the night, wearing *GASP... LOOKIT THAT* a shameless grin on her face and a random apology, and without so much a by-your-effing-leave opens the fridge, takes out a few rashers of bacon and calmly fries them at high heat.

PORK IN THE HOUSE!! PIG ALERT!!!

And this glutton lifts up her eyes, eyes her, casts her eyes down and chews some more of the greasy, crispy-chewy bacon that she'd painstakingly acquired from New Market.


In other news, a friend of mine OD'd on Grass. Now that this topic has come up, let me tell you, its (as far as I have observed) impossible to OD on Grass. On further inspection it was revealed that the Grass was accompanied with a few drinks of vodka+rum+fine irish whiskey+ chocolate-chip Icecream and Cocaine.

Even without the final ingredient, the recipe is enough to give a girl a cholesterol attack.

Someone described me as warm and fuzzy. So now I am a myopic thermal blanket. Ah well, if its too cold I can always wrap myself around me.

Am I making any sense in this post?

Did'nt think so too.

But its okay. Pierce Brosnan's on TV. No I will not ask him to get down. He is right now effing the daylights out of Rene Russo. (You got it... its the Thomas Crown Affair. And its UNCENSORED because its on Cable).

Let me just sigh for a few moment and think about a certain butt while you shake your head and curse yourself for reading crap.

Shuddup Awlready !! I'm Thinking!

Where there is an Emo Kid, there is a little Tag with it.


Life Ten Years Ago

How far do you remember the girl with tightly curled hair who loved fighting with boys and tried to juggle thrust-upon sisterhood and motherhood? My sister. My world at that time centered around her. Silences. Long ones. From me. Screams and catcalls.Ei meyeta boro hoye kissu parbe na. Kissu hobe na, shudhu gilbe. Unwanted touches from strangers in trains/buses/autos. Three-inch high heel was ground on one of their toes. Fights with boys. Torn shirt and bloody lips. Red lipstick and my experiments with life. Aware that the upper body was not as flat as before. TNT and Gene Kelly. Roshun. Gargi. Abby. Rumela. Lock-and-Key. Sayani's Boyfriends.

Life Five Years Ago

PM's classes. Saru's jokes. Green Benches. S. Gargi and Suchismita. High Priestess ship of Michaelangelo Brigade. The bookworm who loved seeing Father Eaton's face when it broke into a smile. Made him look like a jacket potato about to be peeled. Nihil Ultra. Fights continued. Constant worry over where the fees were coming from and how much every single thing cost. Money. The walks to Sir's place and a shared rum ball because we were paupers. Pujo and Olypub. Getting caught drinking by best friend.


Life Tomorrow

Not very concerned bout it right now. I have stuff to translate.


Five Locations I would like to Run Away To

Goa.

Bangalore.

Hawaii.

Delhi.

London.



Five Bad Habits I have

Only Five?


Too aggressive.

Too messy.

Too open.

Too politically incorrect.

Too outspoken.

Many more I have. As someone never fail to point out.

Five Things I Will Never Wear

I shall never wear nipple rings. There!

Until it is ABSOLUTELY NEEDED or I AM NOT AWARE OF IT, I shall never wear fur.

I shall never wear guilt. I shall shed it as soon as possible.

Or vanity.

And I shall never wear a fake smile when I don't feel like it. I shall never wear rationality around me while I can feel. If that makes me stupid or anything else then I am willing to be that as long as I know what I run after. And no one shall make me believe otherwise. I am happy exactly the way I am. And I WILL NOT change. With all my flaws.


Five Biggest Joys at This Moment


S got through TCS.

The Sister's massaging my aching back as I type.

Andro called five minutes ago.

The Weather.

I am alive. With the adrenaline pumping.

Something to Achieve By Next Year

Happiness. In the form of a lot of things.

Something that Impacted Me Last Year

Andro Left.

What I will Miss About 2007

2007 was probably one of the worst years of my life. Still, I shall miss JUDE. And the time I spent training with Shataaf.

Five things I want to do before I die

Love. Because I know I am worth it.

Study. Because I love it.

Be a mother. Because I know I can bring a life to this world and nurture it.

Do at least Half of the Crazy Wishes I have in my Head. Not keep any regrets there.

Go places. Because I want to see and live free like the Bohemian I am at heart.


I tag nobody since no one tagged me. Did this because I like this tag a lot. Its quite doable and you, reader can do it too. I won't mind. Just tell me after you do so that I can have a peek at it.

There was One...

The wet sound of rain is all around me.

School. Its what shapes you when you grow up. Because all through your childhood, you are obsessed about it. Education.

Nearly six years ago seven people made a plan. They were the Scarlet Pimpernel, members of an all-virgin group of girls who promised to meet each other on 20th February 2008 no matter where they were in this world. They were invincible in their friendship, so certain nothing could tear apart the bond they had.

I went to the little niche under which they used to meet. I vandalized private property by scribbling out "P***** was here, 20/02/08" on the dark, moss-covered wall, with a piece of brick. It will be covered by moss again. Soon.

Adt is married. She is planning to go to Ireland. So is Roshun. She is busy working in Bangalore. Pulo has become a Chef in Oberoi Mumbai. Rumela's got the job of her dreams in HDFC. Ria is in Hawaii, doing her research work. Sayani's busy flying at Kingfisher.

Work. Friends. People. They change. And you change with them. Even if the Eucalyptus trees bear the carved out promise of coming back, you don't. Only the memory remains, and then it fades silently against the rain that soaks through my skin.

The Masterpiece.

The Sister's came first in All India Painting Competition 2007 in her group. The picture she drew there is not this one. Its something else. But this one's up on my blog. She's 13.

And if I look at a paintbrush, the damn thing breaks.

So she's kinda awesome at this painting business.


I have kinda speechless moments now. I'd like to sob and go boo-hoo-hoo a bit if she was not such a brat. But she is. And I won't. She's worth spanking.

Thats all folks. According to The Pig.

On Manyness.

Er.

This post is for the ONE WHO TAGGED ME. You vicious thing, you.

Achha wait na... I shall tag. JustYouGuysWait.


Er. This tag is about my posts. Quite embarrassed I am with them right now. I don't think I have that many post that I should keep here. Okwell, lets see now. Lets see.

On Family, eh? Ah yes. I have had lots of things to write about the family. I personally think family posts are pretty entertaining. I have to first look at The Dose.

Then there were the posts about the marriages. Oboy. Here it is.

And then there were about the theory of relativity. Hem Hem.

And about the sister and random people. This one's about the sister's obsession about Inu Yasha. And this one's about a moment with my father. And random drunkenness.

All older posts. Commemorating memories. Looking at what once was, what once had been.


On Friends.

My favourite one's this one. For four people who matter a lot.

There is this one for my soul. She is. I could not decide whether to put it under love or friends. Here goes this one in friends.

This one's a day with her.

This one's for my first best friend.


And this one's for all of them. All those who matter.
Random posts I like are these.

One for Cassini's.

One that has two poems in it.

One with a fudge brownie recipe in it.

One that is filled with weddings, cell, and a name.

And one that has a description of Vote in JUDE.



On LOVE and SUCHLIKE.

This, This, This, This, or This.

On Myself.

Er. Very hard to select.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

Thats about it.

Please to look for them. Its a long list.

OBoy. I tag Suki. And I tag Dhruva. And anyone else who would like to do this.