Because There Must Be Magic... Or it's not Special Enough

I’m certain there is something more to relationships than commitment, love or trust.
There has to be something magical about the relationship. The conversation in the silence and the proximity in the distance. Yeah, that’s got to be magic. I believe in magic. And I believe in love. And I also believe in the sublime synonymy of these two words.
It should be easy to fall in love. And maybe as difficult to honour it.
Because what love propels you to do is, unknowingly build on these layers of expectations from that one someone and create your own castle of dreams. A figment of your imagination, your idea of true love, your definition of that magic, your castle. And if somewhere, when there is a mismatch of expectations, and disparity in your respective definitions, the castle shall crumble. Ash to ash. Dust to dust. Fade to black.

Slowly, the illusion clears, your expectations are not met and you don’t know whom to blame.

Maybe there is room for dialogue. Maybe you could just lower your expectations. But doesn’t that defeat the purpose of being special? If everything could be negotiated with, bargained at and talked through, how would the relationship ever mature on the ubiquity of unspoken understandings? Where, then, is the magic?

Maybe the magic is in creating a castle on the same land of understanding. Maybe it is for us to lay the foundation of understanding in reality, before getting drifted away in the idealism of love.
And maybe... it is only how much you understand each other that determines how much you can expect...

Magic lies in those 'little things' you do, that more often than not, go unsaid...

iDrive: One for the records!

... So there was this one time, when we driving back from Philip Island to our Cranbourne home after having watched the Penguins parade and having fed the Kangaroos and Wallabies, and the good 3 hours journey started with M.Rafi to Kishore Kumar to hits of 80's, 90's to Evan di unna pethan to DK Bose and beyond.

Shuklaji ka camera. Let this one post be just for the records :-)




Aaj agar Shuklaji nahi hote- toh memories ke naam par dhool khaarahe hote hum sab desh waasi. Way to go Reedz! Shuklaji aage badhein- hum tumhaare saath hain (Idhar hi. Side main.) Rita Shukla zindabaad! Reedz for US President! This is John Connor Shukla and if you can read this, you are the Rita-istance... bhaag bhaag DK Bose DK Bose DK Bose..Bhaag bhaag DK Bosedk bhaag..bhaag bhaag DK Bose DK Bose DK Bose- RITA AAYI HAI!! *faints*






...do I love her, and is she my best friend or friggin' WHAT!? :D

Media et Me

This has to be a very random update, but I hope it merits the myriad of emotions I'm undergoing- despite Wenger's relentless efforts to make me want to stab myself in the stomach with the kitchen knife as hard as I can. Honestly, I have never been so gutted before a season as this. I sometimes see Arsenal turning into a Newcastle or worse. I am living under the mortal terror of seeing myself through this season... dreading every weekend :( Its like, omg, weekend hai. Arsenal ka match dekhna padega What the :-|

But good things find their way in, when football defeats every reason for me to be happy- and for that, my good lord, I am grateful. Ofcourse, when I received my visa for my Aussie trip- my worries lied with how sucky my last vivas were. This was my last German exam, and if there was anything I wanted then, it was pulling off a 'Gut' i.e 80% and above.
Two days before I left my friend smsed to congratulate me and she said only two in our class got a Gut, me being one with 81.5%. Happy I was, and how :)

What the Melbourne journey held for me- my first international jouney with my best friend Reedz...and 15 days with my best friends Shweta and Srini really honours a separate post. Which I will compose and upload soon, once im out of the jet lag :) But whilst I was there, on a random weekday after having dinner I decided to facebook a little, when I found myself tagged in a photo by the author of the national best-seller "Oops! I fell in love"

Curious, I checked, to see this:




Really, ‎...before I achieve my dream of being a published author- I see my name in print :) I wouldn't know what I've done to deserve this, but to have your name acknowledged in the friggin' sequel to a NATIONAL BESTSELLER, is a very big deal. Still can't stop smiling, and I hope and pray the book does really well, since it has my name in it :P Besides the fact that this continues to inspire me! :)


Now that I see myself in print- and since I've already seen myself in newspapers(read check) and radio (hear check) when I covered ManUtd vs Barca UCL Finals for mumbai live on 93.5 Red FM ...ofcourse! How can I forget this- So I was flying singapore to Melbourne, when I decided to fiddle with the e-media in the aircraft- and moved from watching Thor to e-learning section, where they taught languages. Just to find out, that the french e-learning bit was the goddamn one I had composed! :) so it was certainly a HIGH to hear my voice on the earphones of an international aircraft :)
And it really is time, I made it to TV (see- not yet check) :P
Until then, ofcourse, I can watch Shweta sizzling in her shorts and me dancing in, what Akanksha politely calls, my 'radium' denims :facepalm: , on my 3D Home-theatre and assume I made it to all modes of media :D






Oh but then again, The Dark Knight Rises and The Avengers is something the big-screen has to handle. So maybe I must wait. 300 's director is working on Superman. Life has so much to look forward to. More fame can wait. But not too long please, I like being cool :-)





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For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know.(-Wiseman, Sucker Punch)

On Stranger Tides...

If only I could tell you why I feel this nervous,
As on stranger tides we sail;
Against the rough waves I will have to steer us,
Because maybe, you'll fail...

If only I could see you when I closed my eye,
And know all that I don't;
That you'd love me as much isn't living a lie,
Because maybe, you won't...

If only I could know who and where you really are,
So that I don't trespass too soon;
In the quest of reaching the farthest star,
Because maybe, you are on the dark side of the moon...

If only He could assure me I haven't sinned,
In still feeling that you and I share a bond;
As if you were my candle in the wind,
And, maybe, my only lotus in the pond...

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But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins, right? (-Celine, Before Sunrise)

Interview Season 2

In all fairness, the best bit about being a journalist, besides the 'coolness' quotient attached to it, is the fact that Young Turks allows me to meet these 'young' and 'cool-for-real' people and get to know them up-close-and-personal :P

So everytime I check in a new hotel or drive down to a new place, I make mental notes about what feedback I must ping Abbas Slatewala on my BBMessenger.

And everytime I see Harsh Snehanshu's book at the book-store opposite my classes, I smile to myself with pride in acknowledgement of all our conversations.

Its nice to know people like these, who in their own little way, inspire you to be on the other side of the line. To transcend from the interviewer to the interviewee.

God willing- that shall happen someday too :)

37 Minutes...

12.02: Chembur Station. Platform No.2. Local Train boarded.

Window seat (check). One sip of Tang (check). Mp3 player on. ~Metallica~The Unnamed Feeling~...... Emails on BlackBerry 'checked'. Replied. BBM status update (check). Random good morning ping to Juwe (check). Facebooking-NOT (check) :)
~Rammstein~P*ssy!~..... Zu groß. Zu klein. Könnte etwas größer sein :p ↓Volume reduced↓ Mumbai Mirror last page opened. Alpha Triangle (check). Bulls Eye (check). Mensa Puzzle answer 'checked'. Sudoku ignored. Crossword time. ~Scorpions~No one like you~..... ↑Volume increased↑ Station : Vadala Rd.
16 Down: Patrick____ </Vieira! Nopes. Not every Patrick is a Vieira>It says- Australian Tennis Star(6). RAFTER. Patrick Rafter.
24 Across: Indian Mountain Range(8). ARRAVALI

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Station: Cotton Green. Inside joke with Akanksha and Kajal remembered. Nostalgia (check). ~Guns and Roses~Don’t Cry~..... Arbeitsbuch opened. Hausaufgabe- „Bilden Sie die folgenden Sätze im Partizip-II." Beispiel understood. Zweite Frage attempted. *Stop*. #Random-day-dreaming.

~Give me a whisper… and give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you… tell me goodbye....~

#Random-minute-of-staring-out-of-the-window. #Into-nothingness. #Random-thoughts. Mp3 Player – paused.
#Rewind.
#Replay.


~Give me a whisper… and give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you… tell me goodbye...~

#Random-smile. *Okay*. *Back*. Dritte Frage. Boredom (check). Arbeitsbuch closed. 4553 ‘checked’. Posts ‘liked’. Facebooking- NOT (uncheck) :P Station: Masjid. Books put in. Arsenal muffler tied to bag straightened. Pony-tail redone. One sip of tang (check). Get up. Stand near the pole. ~Pearl Jam~ Black~.... One long glance at the station (check). Announcements (check). Armed guards (check). Many trains (check). Many people (check). Kasab (uncheck). :Thankgoodness:

Station: Chatrapatti Shivaji Terminus. One Look at the big circular clock.

12: 39

One-way </insert: mon/tue/wed/thurs/fri> day journey(check).
Oh monotony, thou art a heartless bitch.
:facepalm:

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Where my shoes, just to see, what its like, to be me, I'll be you, lets trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to... (-Eminem, Beautiful)

In conversation with Entertainment Engineers!

Wow. This was absolutely thrilling! Ooooh to be a journalist :P

PS: These people really are something :-S Its great that the youth of this country has the vision to step beyond the safe-zone of college placements and doesn't fear taking the risk of breaking the code :)

Kuddos to smartness and innovation!

PPS: I'm on a journalistic high! But I need to get back to German books again. So need a sabbatical from awesomeness in general. But I really want to get done with classes already so that I can do all the other exciting assignments I have! Anyway. Back to German now. Laters people!

Gchat:

me: back

Hitler: Hmmm

me: Sorry. So you were saying...