Sepia Snaps

There is something about Sepia Snaps that makes me cry.

Cuckoo’s Nest

Watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest this weekend.

One word review – Human.

Jack is crazy as ever.

Help!

One sincere plea – Does anybody have all the songs from Maachis on MP3?

Not chappa-chappa, Chod aaye hum and Paani-Paani.

The other songs? I need those. email to gingergirlginger@gmail.com

Thanks

Dear Struggle,

Dear Struggle,

You, are always there with me.

People walk in and then they walk out. Times, money, places, opportunities, happiness, youth, sadness all come and go.

But you? No. You will never walk out on me. I know. You are like my shadow, my closest ally, my most known feeling. You are always there for me, aint you?

With you I am something. Without you, nothing. You define me, complete me. You have grown on me, and now I have actually started liking you.

So stay.

Sometimes, I may fight with you. Ask you to leave. Go away. But I know you will come back. After all, you too cant live without me.

If it wasnt for you, there would be just existence. The wins over you are what give me happiness, joy and ecstasy. So thank you.

Yours,
Ginger

A life that lived

Everything that I could have done, but will never do…
Everyone I could have been, but never will be…
And all those things that I dont even know I have missed…

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Can I live my life a million times over? A different story, each time?

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So much to take, so much to give
Before I leave, a million lives to live.

Intoxication

A showering of blue, a lounge of white,
An escape from reality, a shimmering night,
Music on the run, hands hammering the drum,
A heady cocktail of coconut and dark rum.
A stroke of inspiration, a splash of strawberry
Flavored sugar rim instead of salt, hinting of cherry.
Intoxication in the air, hiding behind what I can see,
Is it the drink mixed with you, or is it just me?

Pitt-er Truth

So K turns 26 and has succesfully maintained her single status for 26 long years. On her budday…

M:

K…i hope til now being in the big US of A you have hooked up with at least 1 australian + 1 british + 1 german + 1 chinese + 1 latin guy.
If you havent shame on you and go get one for your happy budday as my budday gift to you.

K:

Err….

A:

K …kaisi hai….tera track record ladko ke bare main same hai na….good!!!
u havnt dissappointed us,even after goin to US….n dnt worry prince charming in rite thr in the corner,will walk in at the rite time!!!u just hang in thr,dnt change(stop listening to M’s advices,she was never good at them)…
n all the best!!

K:

Umm….

M:

K….that prince charming is a fairy tale. I am telling you. I am dispensing free advise….like baz luhermaan said in his sunscreen speech ….. A is only being nice to you..I am telling you the truth…..noone comes along riding a white horse and looking like brad pitt….. those who have horses and look like pitt and already busy laying all the angelina jolie lookalikes with those sexy legs, all over the world. I maybe sounding like scrooge’s mother or something but I swear ..I am not lying.

Now THATS the wisest piece of wisdom I have heard in ages.
Lol.

3 movies – phew

So I saw three movies this week….. thats like a superstar performance…. coz my average movie-watching score borders on about 0.000016 per week of my life.

One word reviews.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind – Endearing.

Analyze This – Hahahehehhee

Everyone knows how totally rocking De Niro is and how lolz Billy can be…

Ratatouille – Riot

This is one freaking funny film..animation film..complete mad, ..and well…hilarious.

I waited

I waited in the rain
I ignored the pain
I waited for you
To drive me insane

Irony

When being happy requires an effort
Happiness itself becomes a topic of mirth.

My way

And sometimes I pretend
I dont care what you say
For if I admitted I did
I would also want to have my way.

When I was Twenty

And I remember, when I was Twenty
The sun actually shined and breathing was free

Reserved

When your eyes are not looking at me,
I kiss you from far, because you can’t see
Reserve the touch for only my memory
Creating no bonds, leaving both of us free.

If I could

If I could go back in time,
And change one thing that I did,
I would probably just fearlessly
Say everything that I ever hid

Oscillating

Oscillating between happy and sad
Is kind of driving me mad

Masked

So we still have our layered conversations.
Two at a time.
Thought as prose,
Masked as a rhyme.

Distant or Near

Separated by distance, you read my words,
And you wonder what do I want to say,
Let me assure you, even if you were near,
You would still be left wondering all day.

Wisps of Smoke

Sometimes you just dissipate and simply fade away
‘Just thinking something else’ is all you say,
Sometimes you are just increasingly dense,
And when asked, you just call yourself intense.

Around me, yet I can’t touch, you are still but wisps of smoke
Smoldering away inside you and me, the ashes of our love choke.

O’ Stranger

O’ Stranger, it’s so easy to open up everything to you
I can pour my heart and not care about being judged too

He said….

“ Its difficult to have a simple conversation with you”

Really?

He said, I learn. Too fast. Only half.

That’s Dangerous

Whats good?

Is it that you can’t decide what’s good for you
When you want it and don’t want it too.

Communication

So fucking important.

Misused.
Underused.
Abused.

Misunderstood.

Needed.
Sought.
Forced.

Attempted.
Avoided.
Ignored.

Builds.
Breaks.

Throttles.
Eases.

Solves.

Underestimated.
Over-sold

Universal.
Individual.

So fucking important.

‘Whatevered’ so often

(Feel Free to add your own adjectives)

Frightened

I seek to cure whats deep inside, frightened of this thing that Ive become

– Africa, Toto

Meaning of Meaning.

After a long tiring day at work… in one of those dull-momentary-lapse-of-energy-I-cannot-work-anymore-Lemmegoyoualldickheads-phewwww moments I looked at R and A who sit behind me and genereally mused “Do you guys think there is any meaning in what we are doing? Do you think there is any meaning to our lives?” with all the existensial angst I could possibly muster.

R, drowning in a days work of factor analysis, regression co-efficients and multivariate correlations, staring at the screen with unblinking red eyes, had not even registered what I said,when her tongue shot out ” Meaning? What is that? What is the meaning of meaning?”

Lol.

She didnt see the irony in that statement. Poor R. I think she is dying.

Yeh chinese mast hai !

Saturday evening, in a techie mall which sells Laptops, mobiles, PDAs, MP3 Players and all other existing electronic gadgets:

Me: iPod hai?
He: Haan hain.
Me: Kitna?
He: Original?
Me: Haan.
He (with a flourish): 1 GB – 450, 2 GB – 550, 4 GB – 700, 8 GB – 900. Sab MP3 players hain. Isme video nahi chalta…sirf gaana.
Me: (spotting a garish shiny bright magenta pink iPod on the shelf … complete with the iPod plastic box, screen, dial, the Apple logo and the iPod branding..and shocked at the garish horrendous shade of shiny bright magenta pink)… woh dikhayenge?
He (handing me the piece): Yeh? Yeh copy hai.
Me (quizzical expression on my face): Matlab?
He: Original nahi hai.
Me: Matlab prototype hai na? Box hai na sirf? Theek hai. Dikhao.
He: Nahi nahi…. yeh copy hai.
Me: Matlab?
He (frowning slightly at my apparent stupidity)– Chinese maal.
Me: Matlab?
He (frowing more): Matlab China se aaya hai. Copy hain.
Me (Suddenly the little tube light inside my head lighting up) – Oh..matlab fraud hai?
He (Chest puffing out, looking like I made him swallow a raw live mosquito) – Copy hai.
Me: Matlab wohi , fraud hai na?
He (incensed): Nahi Copy hai. Jyada features hai.
Me: Kya?
He: (with the air of a guy spreading out Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa before me) : Screen Bada hai. Video Chalta hai. In built Speakers hai. FM station bhi chalta hai. Yeh sab iPod ke is version main nahi aata.
Me (wonderstruck): Accha? Kitna?
He: 2 GB – 120.
Me: What????
He (with an almost pitiful expression): 120.
Me: 2 GB iPod kitna tha?
He: 525.
Me: Itna farak?
He (Smirking): Haan. Who Chinese maal sab ekdum aise hi milega aapko. Ekdum budget main fit aur original se jyada features hote hain. Aur ekdum fit chalta hai. Yeh chinese mast hai !

Disaster

😦 And the drinking and dancing did not happen 😦

Fell sick on the d-day…spent a small fortune to just go to the mall some half-a-country across and all I did was to buy tablets from the pharmacy there and puke in the small cramped loo and head back home.

grumpy…grrr grrr….

but well….there is always the next weekend….

Last and Last

O.K…

So I saw Last King of Scotland on Friday and Last Man Standing on Saturday.

One word reviews :-

Last King of Scotland – well..just Stunning.

Great storyline, performances,etc etc…..and A freaking visual treat. Totally gripping.

Last man standing – Dud.

sunday morning blues

ho hum..
dum dum…
sunday morning work
can suck.
i dont wanta be in office
can i go home and sleep please.
blues leading to a bad verse
thats ginger’s sunday curse.
ho hum..
dum dum

Another Day in her life

Bait
Wait
Late
Rate?
Date
Plate
Mate
Satiate
Hate
Fate

Can you?

If you never have what you want then can you miss it?

Me but not me.

You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till I’m sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.

– Pink Floyd

Wheeeeee…

Wheeeeeeee !

I going. Drinking. and Dancing. and movie also.

dum dum.

happy weekend everybody…

The word To

First we sing:
I never dreamed that I would lose somebody like you

Then we sing:
I never dreamed that I would lose to somebody like you

Wicked Games

What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing you do
To make me dream of you

– Chris Isaac

In the end…

I missed you.
I miss you too.
You still don’t listen.
You have stopped listening.
Doesn’t matter.
Doesn’t matter?
Didn’t matter!
Does matter.
To you.
To you too.
You wish!
I do.
It doesn’t
It does.
Not anymore.
But not any less.
Always late
I thought you would wait.
I didn’t.
I wish you had

Run

I run away from you only to run into you.

Hope

He convinced himself
she would never reply
Probably read his mail
and close it with a sigh.
So he went and pretended
to squander his heart
In their masked charades
he played his part
Pretending love was
always an easy game
The lines to be used
were always the same
But somewhere deep
he hid her image
Fading neither with time
nor with age
Believing someday
he would meet her again
Feel her warmth
after years of cold wet rain

Discovered six weekends back.

I am really really really good at Table Tennis.

I would have easily become a champ if I had started playing when I was younger and then really followed it well.
Instead I did exactly what I should not have done. Grrrrr…..

Silly

I am cranky and in this silly lyrical mood
Maybe coz I am hungry and have no food
O.k. that was the worst rhyme ever
And I thought I could write something clever.
If you don’t like it, close the page dude!

Ashamed

And I really wished I could fade into the background,
A world, impervious to light and devoid of sound
Oh! Don’t worry, I am not depressed and all,
Was just snoozing in a corner of the conference hall
When the speaker called on me, and snoring I was found

Undo

And some come along to undo what you have defined
While others just come along to simply fuck up your mind.

Swap

Sometimes it’s important to know
What to hide and what to confess
And sometimes we unknowingly swap
Confessions and secrets to make a mess

Say or Believe

And I wonder what causes relationships to rot
Not believing what is said or believing what is not

Pouring

They say when it rains after a long drought, it pours.
It is pouring here too.

Pouring lots of things.

I will anyways write

He wrote and posted for his own sake,
An identity, neither true nor a fake
An aching episode in a masked story
An ideal proclaimed in its own glory
He wrote with his own unknown intention
Neither for memory nor anyone’s retention
Composed on his own individual belief
Sometimes just as a break or relief
Sometimes just his own little point of view
An idea that spurted in his mind and grew
Based in his own thoughts and situations
Open to everyone’s subjective interpretations
Now if she read it and she thought
That to tell her something, he actually sought
Without him asking her to read it
She read and identified, because it nicely fit
With what she wanted. Drew her own conclusions
Decided to live under her own delusions
Went ahead and altered her life
Caused some heartache and no less strife
And he stopped writing, went about feeling guilty
I ask you, is it his responsibility?
And that left him with a bitter taste
Feeling that posting on the net, was a waste
On ambiguous posts like the one you are reading, there should be a block.
No one should be allowed to generally blog
About things that can be interpreted in another way
Only things that are specific should be allowed to say
A post open to meanings is a dangerous game
What was written and understood may not be the same
And in that exactly is what I see the mystery
Of different imaginations coloring history
In their own different worlds they fit the word
And for once, each one thinks for his own and not as a herd
And there goes on this pro-and-against blog fight
And while it goes on, on this blog, I will anyways write

Losers

Though they knew and believed he was right,
Not one of them dared to take up the fight
And all they did was lay their ideals to rest,
For what they thought, under pressure, was best.

Under the influence of God…

God definitely was mighty drunk and full of glee,
In that crazy moment, when he decided to make me.

And surely a hangover must have been pissing him off too,
When irritably, and cursing loudly, he had to make you.

Hello Homer

O.K.

He drives nails through his finger everytime he is nailing boards onto the roof. He throws his son off the roof and is a perfect slob when it comes to lying at home watching TV.
He lives with a Pig who shits like there is no tomorrow and then goes and dumps all that shit into the one lake his daughter is trying to save.
He then goes bizarre by running off to alaska and comes back to save his town from the bomb.

Mad.

My first date with Homer was a roller coaster twisted around sixty eight times. I know its late, but well….. Homer isnt going anywhere, so its all right.

You HAVE to go for the crazy crazy movie which starts off by telling you that you are such a ridiculous fool to pay to watch something you anyways get to watch for free.. Audacious, I tell ya….

Eleven Hours

Oh…by the way..the discovery of the weekend.

A one hour filipino massage can put you into deep slumber for eleven hours straight.

Mission Floyd

So, P and me were sitting and thinking (which we tend/pretend to do quite often) and we just realized we dont have even one passion. Neither of us!

Not one passion that defines us, gives us a name other than the one our parents gave us, one space that we can call our own, one activity that we can claim to know everything about, one identity besides the one everyone knows us by.

How sad are we.

Anyways, so now we are one this trip of deciding on one topic/activity/something and then knowing everything there is to know about it. So now we both found one little thing for each of us to do.

P will go and take up some serious photography, start using is sexy digital SLR (which has been wasting away in its sexy leather case) and create a online gallery while in two weeks time I am supposed to know everything there is to know about Pink Floyd.

Everything.

So well…one little bit of trivia on Pink Floyd from me.

Pink Floyd got their name from two blues musicians, Pink Anderson and Floyd Council.

And whatever Dreamcatcher says – I still am in love with David .

Happy Weekend to everyone.

Yippee yipeee yay yay.. Weekend is finally here …

happy weekend all ye happy, want-to-be-happy and not-so-happy people

So am going lots of gymming + watching Syriana + Vacancy + Simpsons this weekend + cleaning home + doing laundry + long overdue beauty parlour visit + getting my bank account activated + playing table tennis + going swimming + two nice lunches and two nice dinners + a loooooong nice hot lazy bath.

Thats the agenda.

Looking forward to a lazy, lazy and lazy weekend.

dum dum

Coming Back to Life

O.K.

I have fallen in love.
Yeah..agreed its just 40 years too late. But nevertheless I have. It’s O.K.

But they say the voice is half the love (some old iranian/persian/i dont know which culture had this belief). I agree now.

The object of my sudden affection – then and now.

Veiled

And he for whom, I was the world, hoped he knew all my secrets.
And he, who thought he was my world, thought he knew all my secrets.
And he, for whom he himself was the world, didn’t wonder if I had any secrets.
And he, who hoped to become my world, asked me if I had any secrets.

And me?

Well… I will let that remain a secret.

Will I realize?

‘Do you believe in God?’ he asked.
‘Not yet’ I replied.
‘Not yet?’ He raised his eyebrows in question.
‘Not yet because I still haven’t found a reason to call upon him to help me out’.
‘Someday you will realize he is there’ He sighed.
‘I hope I don’t’. I winked.

Damn!

Back home – my most worrisome thoughts with the weekend approaching was – Where the hell will the party be this Friday, what do they serve and what do I wear and which friend do I go with?

Now away from home in an alien country which has this strange concept of working on Sundays, where I have to my own laundry and my own cooking the biggest question that looms in front of me every – Is there milk in the fridge for tea in the morning and is there anything to wear on Friday evening and is there anyone to meet?

Damn! I feel like I am turning into an old spinster woman with 17 cats who sleeps with a hot water bottle and her favorite pastime is washing and drying her clothes 6 times a day.

The chocolate box.

Some people are funny.

They shut you in a box and then tell you, you ought to have the time of your lives because you are in a chocolate box.

The point is….. what if you don’t like chocolate?

Dead end.

He lied. She cried.
She cried. He tried.

Love died.

Either… Or

Either

Pessimism is her only refuge from false promises of happiness

Or

False promises of happiness are her only refuge from pessimism

Never a whole 2

Never a whole

He lived his life as a singular whole
Complete in his spirit, soul and mind
Then he scattered himself in her fragments
Only to lose what he thought he would find.