Monday, November 23, 2009


When it hits, it hits hard !

It's funny, how nostalgia makes you feel so happy and so sad at the same time.

Memories are what make us human, so welcome, nostalgia! :)


Most men are like hyenas. Just like hyenas jeer at dead things they are about to devour, men jeer, stare and ogle at anything that bears a resemblance to something female.


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

If I could turn back time...

I'd probably make better use of it by wasting more of it! ;)

Tis the season...

...For weddings !

I never realised that this is the time of year when people get married until people my age and MY FRIENDS started to fall under the category.

[In shock]


[Still in shock]

And yes, this post holds so much more truth and intensity now !

Monday, November 16, 2009


Bad medicine is to good health as overcoming weakness is to success.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


Do what you do without regret, and don't look back and wonder. That'll only teach you regret.


Never beg.


It makes you question your self worth. And that's not worth it because you're always better than that.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Stories of Black Tea

I got a call at 10 pm.

"Get out of your house RIGHT NOW. We're going to get us some black tea."

And we sat there, the three of us with Clapton's voice washing over us, drinking small cups of the best black tea I've ever tasted.


A long time pending. A long time talking. Long since I had been to Barista. The masala tea I drank black that evening made me feel so much closer to you, more comfortable because I was in my zone. Tired and a little confused, but happy. And I know I've got lots more I want to share with you.

A lot more chais are going to happen, surely :) Coffee for you, of course!

I needed a break. And as he asked for tea, my friend said, "Kaali chai please." It sounded funny and absolutely natural at once. I'm not sure why I've never said "Kaali chai" before.

Strong. Need. To. Destress.

Chocolate tea, in its black form and its tantalizing smell. In my big blue tea mug. Plus bean bag. Plus balcony. Plus fresh air from my happy plants.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! :)


Sniff. Sniff.


[mild honking sound]

Black ginger tea is magical!

I'd walk in as I pleased. You, my friend, made the most amazing black tea ever. One after the other we'd drink. In your room on the floor, laughing, not a care in the world. Yamahatma days :)

The many, many exciting flavours of tea. Tea-tasting sprees! Strawberry, Peach, Blueberry, Camel, Blackcurrant, Chocolate, Apple...

Thank you :)

Back home. The feeling of "back home", being rooted to someplace. Someplace close to the heart, some place I think of as my haven, the place that you get to with three clicks of the heel. With the tornado of the life around, this was my little cubby-hole. My dog at my feet, the pleasant evening sun in my face, a light breeze, and the sound of my mother cooking, my father singing in the bathroom, and my sister scribbling little cartoons on sketch pads. And classic rock in the background.
Light, black tea that my mother handed me in a big yellow cup. Whiff of elaichi and tinge of ginger taste.

Home :)

Monday, November 2, 2009

Ha. Ha.

Irony and Satire are friends.

How there are ironic situations that are funny because you're enveloped in someone else's dark sense of humour!

Ha. Ha.
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