This one is my favourite mafia pic. Z created this story about a girl child who was abandoned cause the town was plagued & people were dying. The child lands in a place where they raised mafia people & ever since she started walking, people feared her.
I had no idea when I created my mafia profile that it would be so much fun. I don’t know if I’d continue to play on 2 accounts, cause it’s hectic but we had sure fun during this crazy photo shoot.
I have this habit of celebrating my birthday for almost 3 months every year. It starts off in March & goes on till May. Actually when I was a kid, my parents inculcated this habit in me & I just couldn’t get rid of it. Even before I started thinking…I knew & believed very strongly that 29th April is the most beautiful day. And I don’t think I could ever get rid of this notion. I wish all parents could give this to their children.
But since last week, I have been thinking about people who are not wished by anyone on their birthdays. I have no idea what it might be like. I’ve always had friends & people who have taken out the time to wish me & I’m thankful for that! However, I couldn’t help thinking about people we label as chipkoo. The fact is that they don’t have friends for whatever reason & they try to mingle with others. Yeah it’s irritating, but more than that it’s saddening. Even I personally know such people…rather than understanding the problem, I find it irritating when they try to mingle with my friends. We also come across people who are being very nice & then without any reason, they become weird or jealous, & such strange cases are never being solved. For a while, we think about their weirdness & then weird memories are being wiped out.
Anyhow, I’m writing this, cause I really want to thank all those people who at some point or the other made me feel special. I have so many faults & in spite of that, I know I am well loved. I just want to say that I have 1 & a half regret in life…I wish I had taken those risks which I didn’t, but over all, I think it has been a good life.
There are people I am not in touch with anymore…there are people I left…there are people I didn’t get to know…but the fact is that good memories will stay with me & those who have contributed will always be remembered.
I saw this pic few days ago & I thought of writing on it earlier on, but somehow I was just not in the mood of scribbling anything. But you know it’s hard to ignore it. Since it’s humanly almost impossible to carry out this kind of charming stunt, I just had to put this on our blog.
Anyhow, no matter how sexy you are, please don’t try this at home. It could backfire. Even a docile cat cannot be trusted & particularly when you’re so not wearing anything. But nevertheless I’d give points to the person who came up with this idea & these kitties seem to just love where they are.
“There’s a problem with wounded birds…Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.”
Jodi Picoult
If you really love & sincerely respect the feelings of animals, then this movie is for you. It’s based on a true story in which a heart that is so beautiful & pure suffers. This particular dog waits for his deceased master outside the railway station for 9 years. It’s the kind of movie that’s surely going to make you cry.
The most hateable thing in the world is waiting & this innocent dog waits all his life. …in the end, he was so old that he couldn’t even walk properly & there was so much sadness in his eyes & yet he waited & waited for his master till he dies. I’m so totally impressed with this dog.
I give 10 out of 10 to Richard Gere in this move & of course 11 out of 10 to the gorgeous dog. I so had the urge to cuddle him. I just love the movie, but I don’t have the courage to watch it again. They have depicted love in its pure form & it touches your heart.
Hachiko died in his sleep while waiting for his master. I think he had more of a personality & loyalty than any human I could think of. Although it was a sad life, but he’s still well remembered. It’s a strange fate that some people & animals have to wait, wait, wait & just wait. I can’t actually comprehend as to what kind of trial is this in which someone has to go on waiting forever. In fact I can’t think of any word for this kind of situation.
You could clearly see the pain, sadness in Hachiko’s eyes. It breaks my heart to see that someone at some point suffered so much. In fact, by the end of the movie, Umar, Zara & I were all on the verge of tears & this has never happened before.
I actually don’t believe that everything happens for the right reason, but yesterday evening I realized that I couldn’t have gone to the picnic. It all started with this backache & flu. In the morning, my nose was blocked & I thought of censoring this part, but I guess somehow it’s crucial; my stomach was also badly upset. One couldn’t have gone to a picnic with this kind of baggage, but nevertheless I detest the idea of missing any picnic or any kind of fun.
Yesterday I couldn’t even change levels in any game & that of course hurts. Plus when I come online, my net acts as one bitch almost every day! However, I took some tests that were quite fun. And in these quizzes, they just ask you about 4 or 5 questions. I wasn’t surprised to learn that I have a filthy mind & I need to wash each & every part of my brain. It labeled my mind as some X-rated movie. And in another one, it said that 422 people like me & every day some new guy is ready to go out with me, but this was pure bullshit as even my genuine admirers never ask me out anywhere. Somehow I’m either Marilyn Monroe or Joan of Arc in my previous life. I find that absurd though. I’m always Aphrodite, which is a huge compliment, but it seems a little ironic & I won’t go into detail. And yes it also said that I would settle down with someone much older than me…that was weird but not surprising. Moreover, my guy friends think that I’m flirty, but actually I’m quite loyal.
I usually enjoy taking these quizzes, but I have also observed that people have loads of problem with this as well. I think I do a lot of things that people don’t approve of.
Anyhow, if you haven’t taken any test as yet, then you must. Don’t publish them, but I can assure you, for the most, it is fun…unless of course you have other means of having fun. No wonder my guy friends think I’m a flirt. But this is how I talk.
Many a time I read things that make me ponder over them. I don’t always agree or disagree with everything I read, but it gives me an opportunity to reflect on something that never occurred to me before or I may not have taken it seriously. Moreover, I have allowed my mind to roam wherever it feels like. However, there are times when my mind can’t visit certain places owing to limitations & a variety of other reasons.
I have been reading Elizabeth Kostova these days. I liked The Historian & The Swan Thieves seems interesting. Paulo Coelho, Jodi Picoult & Elizabeth Kostova are the only 3 modern writers that I enjoy reading otherwise I prefer devouring the so-called boring books of another time. Human nature has not changed at all.
Just like any other book, a couple of things strike me in The Swan Thieves. Although it’s not possible for me to discuss each & everything here, so I have chosen 3 quotes & somehow they aren’t that striking, but just couldn’t ignore them.
‘I’m quite certain that you think that your loving me is what comforts me, but when you have lived as long as I, you will know that it is your allowing me to love you, my dearest, that has eased the bleakness I carry inside me.’
‘I don’t think painters have the answers about their own paintings. No one knows anything about a painting except the painting itself. Anyway, a painting has to have some kind of mystery to it to make it work.’
‘There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.’
I also happened to bump into this huge passage on sour marriages that collapse eventually. And of course it made me think, cause these days we often hear that divorce has become an easy way out & as usual people are never being sympathetic towards 2 people who decide to put an end to their terrible marriage.
I have said this a number of times & I’d repeat myself: When you haven’t lived that individual’s life, how can you know what it’s like? People as usual have issues with everyone & everything. If a woman gets married thrice, that’s a problem. If a man gets married again, that’s a problem. If someone is single, that too is a problem. I think staying single is better than living with someone you can’t stand.
I don’t know whether silence is golden or not, but silence can be quite annoying at times. Sometimes it can be bliss. However, it’s true that silent people have this aura around themselves that keeps everyone at bay.
I bought few books the other day, but as usual my mother was in a hurry & I couldn’t explore the shop. And there was this giant man standing in front of one shelf…Since my mother was in a hurry, I didn’t say anything to him. While I was paying the bill, he moved & I saw 2 books…I was so very pissed off & I still am. Nothing hurts more than thinking about the books you could have, but you don’t. I wish I don’t have to look at price tag while buying books, but that’s the whole problem. I couldn’t have those 2 books, as I was totally bankrupt.
By the way, Z has worked really hard on our book ‘If Mortals Had been Immortals & other short stories.’ She has sent the manuscript to God knows how many places. But now we are actually thinking of giving up on it. Of course we knew that a good publisher is something essential for a book & we have also learnt that flop writers are better than the unpublished ones.
They say reading is sexy. I don’t know, but it just doesn’t sound right. I think it’s sophisticated. Had reading been sexy, it might have created sexy minds, but it hasn’t. We have rather produced educated fools. I think sexy mind is the rarest thing on this planet & even more difficult is to find an unusual mind.
I will only throw one question: Do you feel sexy while reading? Actually I don’t. And naturally it raises another question which is far more ridiculous: Does reading make you sexy? It would be a blatant lie, if you say yes. Literature is seductive, but that doesn’t make readers or reading sexy, at least in my opinion. But yes you may come across someone who might say: You read & you don’t feel sexy? If you really read with all your heart, then it’s incumbent on you to answer honestly.
These 2 incidents were buried somewhere in my mind & they popped up today on my radar. You know I mentioned my choti khala in my previous write-up. I was thinking that I should refer to my other khala as the mature one. I was 11 when my choti khala had a fight with me & she took away everything she gave me, but that was not enough…she gave all those things to my younger brother.
I was in 1st year & my elder sister tore away some of my notes in her madness just before my finals. I don’t even remember what was the reason but some people believe that there are justified to do anything & they are always right & the other person is invariably wrong, so to speak. Incidentally, I am much, much younger than these 2 amusing ladies.
Well I can’t think of destroying the notes of my worst enemy & I also don’t see the point of snatching away goodies from 1 kid & giving it to another. This is just not my style. But after all these years, these 2 incidents definitely sound hilarious.
And I seriously don’t believe that I’m the only one who has experienced such abnormal things.
The tea I had in the morning was disgusting & these days I also don’t feel like writing. And I’m again about to miss a picnic as my sister is not well. Actually Z doesn’t want to go anywhere on Sunday as she has to go to office on Monday. It has been a while & I really wanted to go to this particular picnic.
Everyone is so dead in my family & I don’t know why I have this desire to enjoy every moment, to live my life fully. Z was actually teasing me in the morning about this jeenay ki chahat, but nevertheless I don’t wish to become dead.
It’s always boring as hell when I go to any place with my family or relatives. One strange mamoo always makes sure that everyone sits where he orders them to & my choti khala even today behaves as if she’s just 16 year old. The last time I had fun with my family was almost a century ago…when I went to a trip with my father & this happened in 92. That’s one hell of a long time.
Coming back to picnic, I also thought of asking my 2, 3 admirers to come with me on this picnic as they wouldn’t say no to me, but then I realized that it’s more like using people & then I might have a headache later on.
Speaking of which reminds me that Z’s fun comprises of having a lunch at some place or visiting her favorite coffee shop. And you know Monday always comes in the picture as she has to go to work, which is why nothing can be done on Sundays.
