Lets take a step back to the time when,lets just day, i was simpler.
When the world was simpler, no one bothered if our hair were done right, or if the kilos suddenly showed. A simpler world, a simpler me.
Then disaster struck. MEN happened!
From the simpler emotion of hatred towards all BOYS, to the "crush" on few. Our whole world came crumbling down. Like a pile of crashing metal the various ideas and thoughts started weighing us down.
Amist the chaos i lost ME somewhere. To please the 'loved ones', i lost who i was. I stare back at the mirror and turn in disgust. I dont recongnise me. Whatever happened to the happy girl, the simpler girl.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
the Kid:)
Two super excited girls wait outside the house for their mom to arrive with their little bundle of joy:) The gypsy pulls in, mom steps out..we look around...errrrr mom aren't you missing something?? No, here he is...she says so pointing towards a cardboard carton..we rip it open to see this HUGE fair coloured dog jump out with a red thin strap for a collar and leash. Super scared, as we had expected a tiny little pup, we jump back and glare at mom. She smiles and says...he's only three months old, labs grow fast:)
And that's how it all began, that's how we brought him home..in a carton in the train from Chandigarh. He was always smart considering how he got away from the sniffer dogs in shatabdi.
From thinking of crazy names for him to realising that he only responds to "Bruno" as mom had been calling him that the while in Chandigarh. She was his favourite, the only familiar smell for him. But then he came out..out of his shell and the MANY adventures of Bruno followed.
From breaking a million chains to run and chase the dogs and cows, to losing his sweater mysteriously. To jumping at dad for walks and barking at Didi for his afternoon jobs. Snapping at me seemed his favourite pass time, considering that mine was bugging him constantly.
Getting scared of a huge dog as a kid to getting hit in the eye by a cow. He never backed down, taking on a bunch of dogs alone seemed to be his favourite pass time. Getting back bruised and hurt just to be tended to by dad till late at night.
Listening to me talk for hours even though i had to hold him down many times.
Being a favourite amongst kids and being all fatherly around tipsy.
His love for cake and biscuits, to his NOT eating the food without non veg.
Him ALWAYS running to greet us and sulking when we left.
He made everyone fall in love with him. That was just him, a real charmer I'd say.
There are so many things to say and remember, words fall short.
Its the LOVE all of us will always feel for him.
He was my brother..the only real one i ever had:)
And that's how it all began, that's how we brought him home..in a carton in the train from Chandigarh. He was always smart considering how he got away from the sniffer dogs in shatabdi.
From thinking of crazy names for him to realising that he only responds to "Bruno" as mom had been calling him that the while in Chandigarh. She was his favourite, the only familiar smell for him. But then he came out..out of his shell and the MANY adventures of Bruno followed.
From breaking a million chains to run and chase the dogs and cows, to losing his sweater mysteriously. To jumping at dad for walks and barking at Didi for his afternoon jobs. Snapping at me seemed his favourite pass time, considering that mine was bugging him constantly.
Getting scared of a huge dog as a kid to getting hit in the eye by a cow. He never backed down, taking on a bunch of dogs alone seemed to be his favourite pass time. Getting back bruised and hurt just to be tended to by dad till late at night.
Listening to me talk for hours even though i had to hold him down many times.
Being a favourite amongst kids and being all fatherly around tipsy.
His love for cake and biscuits, to his NOT eating the food without non veg.
Him ALWAYS running to greet us and sulking when we left.
He made everyone fall in love with him. That was just him, a real charmer I'd say.
There are so many things to say and remember, words fall short.
Its the LOVE all of us will always feel for him.
He was my brother..the only real one i ever had:)
melodies!
Every song heard has a memory attached to it. Its like a movie which replays itself unwillingly at the sound of that familiar tune or those very words.
From the time i was a kid, memories were based out of music. Every song from saajan reminds me of the long winding roads through holta camp to kullu manali, the bickering with my sister, the trying to do the steps.
Those old punjabi numbers make me feel like im in switzerland again stuffing my mouth with chocolates.
The crazy songs from mohra and what not remind me of our gang in the unit, with each one mugging up the steps and performing for the grown ups.
Who can forget the backstreet boys phase, songs i still remember by heart.
Then there was "I'm ready", i think more than bryan adams..i fell deeper in love with my first love.
From dancing to hip hopper and desi girl to just singing "i'll even let you hold the remote control"...its these few lines and words that just stay with us forever. The sound of them drifts us back to where we were. Where all of it was real.
Every moment in life has a tune, a song attached to it.
The very chill, the very smile, the very warmth, the very joy we felt at the time we sang and danced. it all comes back.
Who said there are no time machines. I got my very own fixed to my ipod!
Happy Listening:)
From the time i was a kid, memories were based out of music. Every song from saajan reminds me of the long winding roads through holta camp to kullu manali, the bickering with my sister, the trying to do the steps.
Those old punjabi numbers make me feel like im in switzerland again stuffing my mouth with chocolates.
The crazy songs from mohra and what not remind me of our gang in the unit, with each one mugging up the steps and performing for the grown ups.
Who can forget the backstreet boys phase, songs i still remember by heart.
Then there was "I'm ready", i think more than bryan adams..i fell deeper in love with my first love.
From dancing to hip hopper and desi girl to just singing "i'll even let you hold the remote control"...its these few lines and words that just stay with us forever. The sound of them drifts us back to where we were. Where all of it was real.
Every moment in life has a tune, a song attached to it.
The very chill, the very smile, the very warmth, the very joy we felt at the time we sang and danced. it all comes back.
Who said there are no time machines. I got my very own fixed to my ipod!
Happy Listening:)
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Fool's Garden didnt know what they were saying when they sang Lemontree. Isolations is definately good. Its this stupid lame ass feeling which makes one cheer and celebrate. The feeling that cutting yourself out will draw someone to you. the SYMPATHY. Its a confusing word if you ask me. Some love it, some love to hate it.
Snooze a million times to finally wake up at 6 in the evening to that awful gut feeling of another day wasted. But the thrill of just doing 'nothing' rules over all other "more" guilty feelings :p
Snooze a million times to finally wake up at 6 in the evening to that awful gut feeling of another day wasted. But the thrill of just doing 'nothing' rules over all other "more" guilty feelings :p
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