adventures of a bumbai brat stuck in a mumbai rut!
Friday, March 26, 2010
WHAT!!
i just found out yesterday that most of the society's in bandra and khar will not allow a Muslim to purchase a flat...i cannot believe that people think like this in to-days time..before i used to dream of a modern face in politics..now i'd be happy with just starting out with society secretary's....
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
space...cake...
i have spent the last one year in hibernation...planning and plotting...yes..quite like a terrorist.. my scissorhands are trying to convert to basshands and they are frustrated...everyday i wake up and pick up the bass and try to play it like a rockstar but NOPE**** ... i have to wait..i have to be patient...i have to go through the motions of understanding...at 39..patience comes rare...and its COMING! I might be 45 before i come out as a musician but i am on a roll. TOAST ME!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
my current state of mind..
yes i know i have dissapeared...yes i know i should continue writing...i know i know..so here goes...starting next week...i'm gonna be back...and HOW!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
silly billy!
Step One: Analyze
As I lay in bed sick with a high fever watching the news, my inner newscaster grabbed the opportunity and decided to run the weekly events for my amusement. Except I wasn’t that amused.
“And now…this just in…” she said with authority spitting in my eye…
“In a recent poll done, People think you are:
Stupid
Loose
Insane
Wild
Intimidating
An Exhibitionist
Egocentric
A Control freak
Dirty
Unforgiving
Unforgetting..”
Blah blah blah…..
She could go on and on but I had to turn her off. I made myself believe that people were probably saving the best for my grave…”at my funeral they will say the things I wanted to hear except I will not be able to hear them anymore.” Aaahha! But switching her off did not help. I was turned on.
Step Two: Release
In the past, the word ‘release’ just meant something I did sexually but as days go by and I start to resemble the hunchback of Notre dame, I realize that my mental baggage had finally begun to spill over. Sure, It’s easy to pay the excess charge and hold on to that baggage but I opted to chuck out a few hundred kilos. I think this is what they call “midlife crisis.” Damn it …I hate that word!
Ex boyfriend / boyfriends playing in my playground
Ex husbands jumping over them to slam-dunk
Friends fielding the situation from every corner
Throw in a bunch of strangers staring and watching the situation with much delight…
Mom on constant loop “I told you so…” “I told you so…” “I told you so…”
A ball of anger passed along to each and every member residing in the mental society.
Step Three: Fly
Splatter!
As I lay in bed sick with a high fever watching the news, my inner newscaster grabbed the opportunity and decided to run the weekly events for my amusement. Except I wasn’t that amused.
“And now…this just in…” she said with authority spitting in my eye…
“In a recent poll done, People think you are:
Stupid
Loose
Insane
Wild
Intimidating
An Exhibitionist
Egocentric
A Control freak
Dirty
Unforgiving
Unforgetting..”
Blah blah blah…..
She could go on and on but I had to turn her off. I made myself believe that people were probably saving the best for my grave…”at my funeral they will say the things I wanted to hear except I will not be able to hear them anymore.” Aaahha! But switching her off did not help. I was turned on.
Step Two: Release
In the past, the word ‘release’ just meant something I did sexually but as days go by and I start to resemble the hunchback of Notre dame, I realize that my mental baggage had finally begun to spill over. Sure, It’s easy to pay the excess charge and hold on to that baggage but I opted to chuck out a few hundred kilos. I think this is what they call “midlife crisis.” Damn it …I hate that word!
Ex boyfriend / boyfriends playing in my playground
Ex husbands jumping over them to slam-dunk
Friends fielding the situation from every corner
Throw in a bunch of strangers staring and watching the situation with much delight…
Mom on constant loop “I told you so…” “I told you so…” “I told you so…”
A ball of anger passed along to each and every member residing in the mental society.
Step Three: Fly
Splatter!
houseful
I keep on erasing
Its something I do best
You keep on resurrecting
Its something I regret
That movie
That scene
That line
That’s fine
This life
This moment
This ride
We ignite
I erase
U
U rephrase
I erase
U
U let me
The movie ends before the climax. The tickets sold out. The public fooled.
A houseful board in front of an empty house!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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