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Looking back, feels good…

My previous post was about Tag. There was a question as following37. A word that you say a lot?
Nothing A LOT, but sometimes God or at times Sh**For which my Engineering college friend, Shweta commented about my very old or should I say ancient habit of saying “Matlab”. I remember once we, all friends were back from college to home. It used to be one hour journey, pretty long. All of a sudden, my friend Reena said “You know Megs, tum bahot matlabi ho”. It struck me, &I went into thoughts what I have said that made her say this. “Why, what happened, What have I done ?”, I asked puzzled, embarrassed. She chuckled. “You always keep adding Matlab Matlab when you talk, so you are a matlabi”. They laughed. I sighed. That was true, I was bad at communicating, I was little reserved(maybe Shwets can tell if it’s true). To add to my chagrin, she renamed my name to Matlabi in her cell, how rude :(But now when I look back, It amuses me to think how much I have changed. We all change. F…

Tagged so here I am

I was tagged by Tarun. Q & A by Megha, here we go-1. What is your current obsession?
My laptop, I am afraid of getting specs soon... 2. What are you wearing today?
Punjabi 3. What's for dinner today?
Fish fry (to be specific – Modka, a small fish, which you can just roast with salt and masala) 4. What's the last thing you bought?
Cakes5. What are you listening to right now?
Tera hone laga hoon from (Ajab prem ki gazab kahani) 6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?
I think he is a fantastic blogger, who is good at serious, social issue and equally at stories & poem. 7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
Hmm…there’s not just one place where i want to be. But close to nature, maybe Himalayas, like sipping tea as i sit in the veranda watching it. 8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?
Cotton9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would…

Spread the word – Save tigers

Once they were 40 thousand
Now less than 2 thousand left
The royal jungle yellow beast
Has suffered enough by human abet.
Poaching, Hunting, Survival threat
We’ve given them much of gore
Get humane and join our hands
Do it now,
Join the roar!

Baby sitting : 99 Fiction

My neighboring aunt wanted me to look after the year-old kid. I was glad. He is so cute. His soft and smooth skin feels so sweet, and baby powder, so fresh. How he laughs when I sing rhymes, showing his half grown teeth. It makes me so happy when he smiles.

I turned to make him some soup. "What's this ?" my mom shouted holding the letter with raging eyes. Gone. Fired.I looked at the kid, who was holding book where the letter was safe.
Damn kid. See how he is laughing at me, mocking, flaunting fangs ... Huuhaahaa Huahaahaa...

P.S Read the letter as Love letter

Natrang : Movie review

On Sunday our family went to watch Natrang. The film had rave reviews, so we decided to watch it together.

The film is based on a novel by Anand Yadav. It is a story of Guna, played by Atul Kulkarni, who is a pehelwan and a farm worker from a backward and poor family, and is an artist by heart and wants to start a ‘Tamasha’, a folk art which was used to be considered as an immoral (and still is). Finally he gets all the pieces together that’s when the female dancer puts forward one condition, that they have to find a nachya, a female imposter, without which they wouldn't dance. Fearing the consequences, everyone refuses the role, Guna, decides to do it himself. Like always Atul has given immaculate performance, with the right spark in eyes, dreaming himself as King of his own world and then in later half has given equal justice to the feminine character. Bonus in this film is Sonali who really looks like an apsara from Indralok in the song “Apsara ali”. Definitely recommended. Go an…

What if

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 7; the seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton He laid voiceless, his vocal cord damaged by the accident. His body was gravely damaged, yet he was out of reach of pain. He had heard that one’s last moment are always painless & of revelation & this was it. He could see her, Ritu, standing tearful and torn. He fled into memories, her smiling face flashed before his eyes, her hair flying with the breeze.Last moments of life. Why life isn’t fair ? He spent the whole life making sure their future would be luxurious and now,here he was sure of his future, death. Unable to speak, his mind was piling up words. What if he had his voice at this last moment. He would tell her how much he love her. How much he has been lucky to have her as his life partner. How much he wants to live more & spend the rest of his lif…


On Friday I took my family to watch Veer, except daddy to spare myself from his attack on Salman and the film (he hates him like hell). When we walked towards the theatre, my sis said “Don’t you think you are wasting money, we can watch better film with it”. I replied, “Yes we’ll watch the betterfilm too, but now, now we’ll watch Veer”.
To be true, the film was not as bad as people have spread the bad word. Few things to mention is, the film is slow (specially the second half), the climax could have been better. The good part is, the songs are good and the best thing about the film is Salman. When I stepped out of the theatre, I felt I am in love with him, once again. Wow, he looks so macho in the armour, on the horse, specially his entry in the Swayamvar. Nobody could have carried it better than him.
It’s also his best act till now and alone carries the whole film. So finally I am feeling good that I watched the charm on big screen, tv would have spoilt it…

Book : A fine balance

I picked this book thinking that it's about the bhopal gas tragedy but it turned out different, but I was happy with the pick.

Usually I always alternate between Novel(aka storytelling novel) and thrillers. But this book is combination of both. It's about a fine balance between hope and despair. It had the life stories of not one but four people and it has the thrill of the life set during the Indira Gandhi rule era, when circumstances make 4 people of different background,a widow, a university student, and two tailors, come together and share a common apartment.

It contains everything, cruelty of life that stirred me to core, compassion that you bound to feel with the characters, and the unusual wondrous love that they develop that made me smile. The book takes you through many things, the hardship, selflessness, psychology and relevance of truth, such is the beauty of writing by Rohiton Mistry. It's not only sadness and bitterness of life, but Rohiton beautifully portra…