tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43834951928986781752026-01-01T09:01:21.518+05:30Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364615439542961744noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383495192898678175.post-11985429342941650332021-10-26T23:34:00.000+05:302021-10-26T23:34:58.370+05:30

 A few months ago, my dear darling music teacher from school, Ms. Nellita, made a Facebook post asking her ex-students to post names of songs that we all learnt at school. We had truly fun filled, beautiful songs taught to us, some made by our teachers - Ms. Nellita and Sir Joey themselves. I knew every song that my schoolmates posted, I sang to myself and smiled like a schoolgirl again, all

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My lovely little kindergartener is extremely sad today. I broke the truth about the existence of unicorns to her. She accepted the fact with great shock, disappointment and anger. The truth about Santa and tooth fairy? Her reactions are going to be worse after 5 years.  So... that responsibility has been handed over to the husband. 😁

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The final and concluding part of the most eventful three days of my life is here. It was almost as if I did not want to recollect the traumatic incident to reproduce it here. But some very dear friends managed to coax me to complete it. For the first three parts, you can click here - Part I, Part II and Part III 28th July, 2005. 1pm. My mom opened the door and loudly announced without a smile,

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Everyone seems to be wanting to take ownership of my daughter's ears. I've been staying at my hometown with my parents for a few months along with my daughter. I go out with her twice a day on an average - once to school and once to the children's park where she meets many kids of all ages during her circus like activities and I meet many parents. We both have a good time. When we meet parents

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I was friendly with my cousins during my school days. We got together during vacations and played kiddie games. Then they grew up. So, we stopped mingling much because only they grew up. Soon they were talking about state politics and cracking jokes that I did not understand. I wanted to talk about cats and I wanted to play. It was as if my cousin sisters and brothers were suddenly my aunts and

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I heard about someone's wedding today and was shocked as hell. I almost puked. The guy was marrying his sister!!! Well, almost sister, someone he saw as his sister for 20 years, ever since he was 4 years old.  He was marrying his maternal uncle's daughter! Bleddy sister-f*er! (read saala BC!!) How the hell did this happen? No, they weren't in love. Their houses were close to each other, so

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Happy birthday to me! ;) I have successfully completed one month at a new home, a home away from homeland, and the place sure is cosy! ^_^ I'm having a fun time here, living the kind of life I've been dreaming of ever since I got engaged! It feels absolutely wonderful living as a small family - the husband, the kid and me - away from elders, away from supervision, interrogation and comments. I

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Yay! 2014 is here! :-) 2013 was by far the most eventful year of my life. After all, isn't going from being single to married, the biggest event in anyone's life? Hey! Don't say I did not tell you. Did I not tell you at the end of this post that I was caught up with life transforming procedures? And I also told you at the end of this post that I decided that a good looking, scarred

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"All teachers are like that. They're all a wasted, pain in the neck." Ever heard someone say that? I have. And it totally pissed me off. I have my reasons. The above quoted words of dislike are clearly spoken by someone who has never had a good teacher during their school and college days. It is indeed a very sad story for them because half of our childhood is spent in schools and if we don't

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It's been ages since I wrote the first two parts of the story of my date with death in the dirty waters when Mumbai overflowed. For those who haven't read, and others who want to take a quick look through it, here are the links: Part I and Part II According to Lini's instructions, I took off my mobile phone's battery cover and battery and allowed the insides to dry. In the mean time, I went to

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I discovered a phenomenon on my guitar today. I have sore fingertips while typing this out because of the sudden excessive time I spent experimenting on it after a long hiatus. My findings are such. We all know that unless the string is pushed down to touch one fret, the sound made is not clear. The sound kind of loses itself into the solid body of the guitar and into our fingers. When we touch

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I finished reading the book. Being a Mumbaiyya, I have got used to seeing filth all around the city. There'd be vegetable remains acting as  slimy carpet in the crowded marketplace, human excreta and plastic bags full of waste thrown across railway tracks; all this was regular sight in my daily life. It's normal for a Mumbaiite. But such a sight, I have understood from the words used in

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The Hangover Part III releases today and I have prepared myself for it by watching the other two parts in the last two days. I have hence watched two of the craziest nights that a trio could possibly have! When the ending is happy, we mostly tend to want ourselves to go through such incidents. But the adventures I have seen in these movies? Oh! I'd never EVER want to be a part of that! To add

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I became an animal lover when I was in the 7th standard. It was almost sudden. A cat walked into my house and got instantly adopted. It walked in with not just lady luck but also with loads of confidence. So it not only got adopted but also instantly inherited the throne and became the head of the family. Isn't that what happens when you become the centre of attention of the head of the family?

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Watched this movie called "Julie and Julia" starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. It is based on the lives of two people- Julie and Julia. They never met. They lived in almost separate eras. Julie wasn't too fond of her job; and just so she could do something that she liked to, she decided to cook. To motivate herself, she created a blog and published about giving herself a deadline of 365 days

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I was going through the list of my blog posts. It wasn't nice to see that I had more drafts than published posts. I have always been a victim to abruptly ending thoughts. I start writing when there is a gush of thoughts and then I get easily distracted. "Save Now" And forget. That's what kept happening. Aah anyway. I found a gem that I had written in 2011. Pasting it with no modifications at

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I found this promotion post on facebook today. It was a post by 'PHD-Party Hard Drivers' and it said-  "You drink. We drive. And you get Rs.100/- off and a free pint from Doolally! Sounds like a good deal! :-D" It wasn't very surprising for me to see that people 'liked' the post and gave good, happy comments. Everyone is advised to never drink and drive. No one ever put up hoardings

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Continued from previous post... (I really did not mean to delay this post so much. I was just too occupied with other things.) To go or not to go was the question. I had no time to stand and analyse. I wanted to reach home fast. Very fast. But my common sense knocked hard at me, or so I'd like to believe, and told me to believe in the majority of people who were coming back from the deep water

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2012 could've been my seventh death anniversary year; 27/7 being the date. The day after 26/7. The floods in Mumbai on 26/7/2005 almost killed me. It's a long story. I thought of cutting it down very short. Figures I don't know how to do that. So I'm writing it in parts. I don't know how many parts I'm going to divide it into but each part is NOT one day. Day 1: 26/7 It was around 4 pm and I

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It was 15 years since I had hidden my passion in the interiors of my hesitant vocal cords. It often tried to push its suffocated self out of me when I was alone; but I only allowed it to come out as a hum. I accepted the long arrest of my passion and took it for dead. Till one day the push was so hard that I headed straight to this place that taught music. There I met the friendliest face I had

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You've got to have studied in a really bad school if you're making so many spelling mistakes. I am not talking about SMS lingo here. That has become fashion now. I feel disgusted when I see people typing 'know' as 'noe'. 'Know' doesn't even have an 'e' in it. While typing on a computer, how many extra milliseconds will it take you to type out a word correctly and completely. And if you're really

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Yes, it IS indeed very embarrassing when you are in an auto with your students and the driver asks you whether u are a medical student or an engineering student.

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(continued from here...) Months briskly tiptoed away. Life was pretty much the same with mornings spent in college and evenings, partying with pen and paper while we relished on Karan Singh’s little poems and panktiyaan. VII sem was training semester when we did not have to attend college. We had to undergo 20 weeks training in either an industry or a hospital. So, I was not living

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I have never had a one worded answer to the question 'What's your favourite colour?' I always answered 'Violet. But, maroon for clothes, black for eyes, green for ink, bright blue with orange streaks for the sky, yellow for gift wraps and roses, silver for phones and cars. Red took the top spot when I was a kid. Black and white it was, when I got out of school. I had a dozen favourite colours

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Dear Sir, No one knows how badly I want to be a part of this programme. This music class is gradually taking me to the levels I have been wanting to reach. Sir, you are God to me. I feel blessed being taught by you. Being trained for a programme by you is such an honour. Refusing to be a part of such a programme feels like a sin. I really did not want to sin. I am still craving to be a part of

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