tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64999627059662961552024-03-05T19:21:25.702+05:30Squaring A CircleEvents | Actions | Reactions |- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-86283542919830350012020-05-13T21:33:00.003+05:302020-05-13T21:48:50.369+05:302020<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last decade has been a basket of regrets for me.<br />
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You always learn better. You always outgrow yourself.<br />
There's a remainder to the equation. Always something to takeaway. </div>
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But some decisions COULD have altered life tremendously. Those are the ones I regret.</div>
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If I would do a quick rewind of the decade , the snapshot and the lessons with them look something like this - </div>
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<li>Fell in and out of love rather quickly but without ease. <i>( Too fast in , too slow out ! - just in case that's not obvious)</i></li>
<li>Bad career choices. Or just too many :/</li>
<li>People got married. I fretted. <i>But I enjoyed the weddings. And upped my glam game.</i></li>
<li>People even had kids! I slumped. <i>Over years I have kind of grown fond of kids or just babies till they become pesky kids.</i></li>
<li>Adulting is just not happening to me.<i> *Still single*</i></li>
<li>I still fear marriage. Back in 2013 and all the way down to the end of 19 - fear is constant maybe even elevated.</li>
<li>Cribbing has gotten a new identity of its own. My complaints haven't changed. <i>But so have I not.</i></li>
<li>Was almost getting married until I called it off . I sometimes wonder if it would have worked out.<i> See I have a problem - I never let the bygones be bygones. </i></li>
<li>People have a way of coming back to me. <i>And maybe you got to show them the door before you let them into your home again. Say hello & quickly bid adieu.</i></li>
<li>Cynicism for love remains almost about same. ( <i>daydreaming is still on </i>) But I love I have a pov & a strong opinion that I voice out as need may be. </li>
<li>I am emotionally stronger. Too much self indulgence of emotions has plummeted which is a good thing. I needed it. Experiences make you strong. </li>
<li>Stopped seeking validation & attention. Grew comfortable in my own skin. And started to like what I see in the mirror.</li>
<li>Still working on that flat tummy ! haha </li>
<li>Asking out school crush for a coffee 10-12 years after leaving school. Phew! That was one major tick. <i>I don't know why its both disappointing & relieving at the same time. But glad - its done & dusted</i></li>
<li>Travelled to so many beautiful places - Hong Kong , China , Dubai , Paris , Italy , Swiss & US of A & Kashmir. Went to see the Taj Mahal & colosseum in the same year. <i>Everything with family . Very thankful to dad for the same.</i></li>
<li>Took an amazing trip to Ladakh with a group where I knew just one person. <i>Its a different thing that group or the person never got back to me. Offended much. Lol</i></li>
<li>Fell in love with New York. Also had my little bollywood moment. <i>Little ?? NO. BIG moment. But again done & dusted. Never getting it back. *sobs*</i></li>
<li>Got a tattoo - cosmetic one on my brows . Lol. Made me look less chinniii! </li>
<li>Learnt to cook & can cook decently. Not as fast as mom though. I'm quite a mess in kitchen. <i>from learning to chop onions to cooking exotic mexican . I owe it to youtube</i>!</li>
<li>still cannot bake a good cake!</li>
<li>I was more enthusiastic at the start of the decade than in the later half.</li>
<li>I looked better somewhere mid way of the decade and that's coz I sincerely worked on my skin body etc. <i> </i>Towards the end of the decade things have slowed down. Possibly because I'm just fine the way I am. Take it or leave it.</li>
<li>Don't FEEL at home despite being a home person. <i>Or maybe its just a house.</i></li>
<li>Not very proud of my friend circle but glad to have one or two people I can count on . Forever. And I mean it - forever<i>. Very very thankful for the same.</i></li>
<li>Been obsessed with dressing & clicking pictures even before it became a thing on gram. I'm getting a little old fashioned now. Dress to feel better & LOOK at the view before clicking. Toning down obsession. Its really futile unless its profession. <i>We are no influencers.</i></li>
<li>I have accepted the fact that I'm not the favourite child. Infact I'm not even LESS favourite child. My dad obviously loves my brother more not because he's wayy too youung but because he's a BOY. <i>Lets face it. Sexism in the family is high. </i>And I'm ok now. I've sobbed, hurt ,pained etc. But now I accept it and have lost any will to prove that I'm equally deserving. This also could be because I haven't made my parents proud. So I bear the guilt. But its ok.<i> Its ok!</i></li>
<li>Outgrowing over people you think are your closed ones. Its challenging but when the tides are low nobody's there with you. </li>
<li>still working on gratitude. </li>
<li>Last six months of '19 - I meditated. Which lead me to pray more and pray effectively. I'm on a spiritual journey & I love it. I don't know if I've made it my escape mechanism but the journey is peaceful & reassuring when everything seems to be falling apart. Meditation has been insightful and also scary. </li>
<li>still fighting off inner demons. </li>
<li>Also when you retrospect you realize that the things that scared you the most ..your biggest fears come true!! Maybe should have just worked to overpower them than welcoming the shit to get real!</li>
<li>I'm detached from most people now. Its not a fulfilling experience but with age you learn to hold your head high than lean on others. </li>
<li>Never share your weaknesses even with your best ! NEVER</li>
<li>Never let anyone control you - not even for a min. You should space it the moment controlling begins.</li>
<li>Don't do unnecessary favours to others when you know a little of their character. Nobody owes you. Everyone forgets the good deeds made. Also - don't take any goddamn favours!!</li>
<li>I wish I had better guidance all through these years. a guardian angel!</li>
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That's all for now. I hope my 30s bring positivity success & smiles!<br />
I've lived too much in my own bubble. My extravagant imaginations. Maybe its time to set foot on ground and break that bubble.<br />
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I wrote this before the pandemic began. Now with the lockdown - life does seem to be mulling on the dark side. But I'm glad it got me closer to my brother and mom. I'm glad that my family has been supportive. I'm thankful to God for getting us through the toughest times this very year!<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-63682001280587006542019-07-03T22:05:00.000+05:302019-07-03T22:05:31.767+05:30Central Park NYC<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been through soooo much shit in the past 2 or 3 years ..that I have no idea what I've become. Maybe little less human. :\<br />
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But now I challenge you to stone my head ( metaphorically ofcourse) - and I won't tether. No reaction. <i>kuch nahi hoga mujhe</i> . It wouldn't matter to me.<br />
Because I've seen worse.😅<br />
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<i>'Things happen for good'. </i><br />
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I wish to raise questions on this.<br />
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Is it good if it makes you stone hearted ?<br />
Is it good if it robs you off of any little emotions that you had kept away from getting bruised ?<br />
It is good if it brain fogs your very being ?<br />
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How good really?<br />
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But we don't have a reverse gear , do we ? Not to change things that have reached to this conclusion , instead not having to deal with them in the first place altogether.<br />
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All I can eventually take with are <i>lessons </i>(which would serve what great purpose - am still unaware of! ) Lessons which cost me an arm & a leg. A roller coaster of every fiber of my emotion.<br />
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I pledged to value myself. To love myself. However, its fizzling out in this frenzy of what seems to be an everlasting loop of keeping hopes on a tenterhook.<br />
And yet I try.<br />
We all want to see that silver lining , innit ? Even if it means we might just have to hallucinate it - just for namesake!<br />
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In all of this chaos - which I deliberately refrained from penning down , there's ofcourse something GOOD I'd like to keep on these pages.<br />
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Its this wonderful ethereal place. This surreal moment.<br />
<i>Bathseda Central Park NYC. </i><br />
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You never know fountains are such a beauty untill you see this one!<br />
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Thank you for this.<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-8027528309736121842017-07-10T21:48:00.000+05:302017-07-10T21:48:03.945+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its tough to hold on to memories.<br />
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People - we can let go , in time..when the dust settles.<br />
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But memories ?<br />
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They're a bunch of beautifully painful ( or painfully beautiful ? ) moments you capture in your heart saving them like a souvenir , gradually unknowingly letting them turn into beasts & drum into your emptiness.<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-8387353388281240112015-02-15T22:32:00.000+05:302015-02-16T00:49:27.553+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
* Just because you idolise someone or look upto them ..doesn't mean you have to approve or agree with them on everything.<br>
They can be WRONG too.<br>
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* Secrets are best remained secrets with yourself.<br>
They are your worst weakness.<br>
My biggest lesson has been that NO MATTER how close you are to someone - never share something that can be backfired at you.<br>
People irrespective of their importance to you ..are always waiting for an opportunity.<br>
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* It isn't always the best thing to call a spade a spade. Or atleast not the best time.<br>
Immediate reactions can be lethal. <br>
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* Everything is good from a distance. Even friendships.<br>
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* Yes , you just have to learn to ignore few things in life that are running around you. Because you cannot do anything about them.Even when it hurts..even when it bothers.<br>
Don't take it to heart. Wear it off.<br>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-64959548056835764812014-12-03T00:36:00.000+05:302014-12-03T00:36:28.652+05:30Pickle <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The thing is sometimes some energies / feelings are so wasted - you cannot make pickle out of them.<br />
( In my mother tongue I say - <i>Ye feeling ka acchar dalu kya </i>?? :p ) <br />
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So we wait for some things to end. Anticipating pain does not lessen it though.<br />
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Then there's always that emptiness. <br />
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So when a person comes back into your life <i>after a long time </i>with all the apology drama and all - and you let them in. Its a disaster in disguise. <br />
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Forgiveness is a tool we use to make peace with ourselves.<br />
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But giving another chance ..is knowingly running into the blind.<br />
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It feels like its not worth having those feelings.<br />
You cannot contain them with you.<br />
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And therefore some memories should remain where they are.<br />
Tweaking them can only create problems again.<br />
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Why open old wounds ?<br />
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There is no point in holding back to moments you once let go.</div>
- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-20443605584869800032014-10-29T22:18:00.000+05:302014-10-29T22:18:13.155+05:30Shades of grey ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Is it true ? Is there something beyond black & white ?<br />
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Can all things , people , feelings be categorized into two extreme ends ? Or does everything has its shades of grey ?<br />
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Ambiguous or amalgamation of good and bad ..conflicting yet together yin & yang ?<br />
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Is that how all exists ? No black or white but only in grey ?</div>
- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-76260624134965482022014-09-26T23:58:00.001+05:302014-09-27T18:35:19.533+05:30Wiser ? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Wisdom is being able to dissect your feelings from a situation. </div>
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In some cases , wisdom is not letting emotions run too high on decisions.</div>
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Some things are wrong because they're wrong. Feelings cannot make them right.</div>
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Wisdom is adapting to change ( something I miserably fail at! ) </div>
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Wisdom is finding new ways than beating around the bush on a load of old crap.</div>
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Wisdom is in developing enough power to break bonds that cannot coexist.</div>
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Luck supports in extreme cases. <br />
But at all other <u>times</u>. .its wisdom that you need the most!</div>
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Wisdom isn't all about making the right decision. Its about making one at the right time! </div>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-86638108010806470942014-09-14T00:10:00.001+05:302014-09-27T18:36:17.717+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We all have demons inside us that are waiting to unlock themselves. <br />
Demons that we are terrified of unhooking.</div>
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We wish to throw 'em out yet we wldnt confront them.</div>
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We battle them on everyday basis. Battles that are un ending. Battles that one day give us strength and vigor to fight it all and battles that weakens us the very next day.</div>
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The fear is so strong. The fear of not just facing it but the fear of utter helplessness. <br /> </div>
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What if the demons never vanish ?</div>
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Our choices make us our habit. We are our habits. And habits are so darned difficult to change. <br />
Because any changes to usual pattern is temporary. </div>
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You flip back to your old self conveniently. </div>
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Demons are convenient to fight from where they are. Cry over it. Blame it. Run away from it. But it follows you like dark shadow. </div>
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The only way out is to destroy it completely.</div>
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How is the only question I seek answer for !</div>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-54414926842153292022014-07-04T23:29:00.001+05:302014-07-04T23:29:34.285+05:30<p dir="ltr">Rule no. 1 : Don't mind anything.  And that means freaking nothing.<br>
Because minding little or big things is a dangerous pitfall. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Rule no. 2 : Don't don't don't and strictly and genuinely and religiously refrain from being sentimental :/ <br>
If you follow rule 1 . Rule 2 can be a cakewalk </p>
<p dir="ltr">Rule no. 3 : You have fking no power to change people.  They're gonna do and say and think what they're gonna do and say and think.<br>
So do not waste time in this area.<br>
There's no better investment than yourself ! And that should be rule  no. 4 !</p>
<p dir="ltr">Rule no. 4 : You and only your attitude matters.  Change yourself ! Invest in yourself.  Pamper yourself.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Rule no. 5 : Don't go against your guts. And logic too. Specially in emotional imbalance .</p>
<p dir="ltr">Rule no. 6 : Control your temper!! Its that one thing that can set things off real bad and for all you know..forever.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ok. That's all. So much is happening around. I made a trip to Kashmir , a post on which is due.<br>
I gave a lecture on mind power. Oh yeah. Me ! The girl who isn't the most positive person to find around :p lol but I did it with an intention of becoming one coz you begin to practice better when you preach  :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">My research on this subject is getting endless. So many questions still unanswered. I don't question the science or working of the subconscious mind but there's a whole ocean of mystery I wish to unravel ! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Untill then. Lets keep calm and stay super positive !</p>
- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-11225669041435301142014-04-05T21:45:00.002+05:302014-04-16T21:49:13.620+05:30Punjabi wedding!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm finding it hard to blog these days. Even if it meant writing about the super duper surprised filled best birthday ever! But later on that. The current sizzling event was my <i>lovely</i> friend's wedding :D<br />
And we all know how much fun weddings are!<br />
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I have usually attended only marwadi weddings. So being in a Punjabi wedding was a different experience altogether. And I must mention..I am totally in love with Punjabis. Extremely friendly & jolly people plus very good looking :P<br />
I have learned to speak a little Punjabi too and its fun!<br />
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I am gonna miss my friend a lot! Statically she's the one with I have probably had the most fights with but sometimes you share such an amazing bond with some people.. that despite all the run downs..your friendship remains intact and only grows with time! Moreover when a friend gets married and goes away..you realize their importance to no end. :/ :(<br />
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I still can't believe <i>Luvza</i> is married! I mean hello ?! It all happened a bit too fast. And since the time she got engaged ( 4 months back ) we've all been wayyy too excited for her wedding :D<br />
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While the bride was mostly busy applying and removing makeup, we friends enjoyed with the family.<br />
And ofcourse the eye candies around us :P<br />
Its so weird the bride and groom are the ones that are tired the most.. I mean the ones getting married should be given a chance to enjoy it :P<br />
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I am not a photo person. As in I usually refrain form putting pictures on blog , albums on fb etc.<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-306557523546477802014-02-23T00:28:00.001+05:302014-02-23T00:28:48.129+05:30Your battle.<p dir="ltr">A thought can change your heart.  A thought can change everything about your life. And eventually we majorly are amidst a conflict of our own or somebody else's suggested thoughts. How much do we let that influence us ? </p>
<p dir="ltr">I've suffered mentally & emotionally  a lot by giving too much energy ,  time and importance to things and people and emotions that were pointless. It was a traffic congestion   in my thought world. And no amount of denying , fighting or accepting things / situation was helping.          <br>
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And when it happened... I was amused how much I'd let my other opinions and beliefs  dominate my energy. Its like I just switched off few brain cells ownin those thoughts.<br>
And am all good. Relaxed. Calm.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Of course there were other factors that aided my heart change :  situation , acceptance , forgiveness. Albeit very time consuming.     <br>
But I'd have never gotten out of this if I hadn't changed my mind. And like a friend says..everyone has to fight their own inner battle.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ultimately I also feel you probably have to go through that process. Of hurtfulness. Of hatred. Of resentment. Of trying hard to hold onto things . Of not adjusting to the change.      <br>
But being there for too long is dreadful. Somebody has to pull you out. YOU have to pick yourself out of the mess. You have to change your heart !</p>
<p dir="ltr">How bad can get it ?</p>
<p dir="ltr">There's nothing to loose.<br>
When you did not belong in the first place.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I shatter.  And I glue myself.  I break more. And I glue again. <br>
Sometimes I don't even bother.<br>
I let myself remain wounded.<br>
Forbearing ?<br>
Maybe.</p>
- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-78917759845015325522014-01-21T20:59:00.001+05:302014-01-21T20:59:40.066+05:30Life is no fairytale.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You could ask if I'm disappointed with the promise the words in this title holds? I'd be very honest and conclude yelling that I am freaking scared!!<br />
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There's a thin line between being optimistic and day dreaming. And no , I'd never settle for the day dreaming which is why life is so scary. Although ironically people around me are having their fairy-tales. Not normal happiness you know. Literally fairy tales which does make me wonder at the possibilities but WAIT - I would only end up day dreaming. So I cling onto the thought that .. Life is NOT a fairytale.<br />
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3 years back so many people in the family were getting married (happily , not to mention perfect match ). Now practically its raining babies. And as of today so many people I know - friends , acquaintances , school mates are getting married , with their - ahem - absolute fairy tale stories.And look very HAPPY. It all seems like movies. So fictional ( and yet contrarily very real ). And since my beliefs are more inclined towards being realistic - I'm dead scared.<br />
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I'm exasperated , puzzled & totally freaked out. The marriage proposals are going haywire. I'm not liking it AT ALL. I'm already not very fond of the marriage concept ; add to it marrying a complete stranger makes me fall of the edge.<br />
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I'm asked several times .. what am I looking for in a guy. And I'm clueless :o because I don't want to go about a check list. <i>I'll just know.</i><br />
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<i>But hello!! </i>It only sounds easy. How will I know if I don't know what I want ? I definitely know what I don't want. But isn't that again like keeping a cross list ? :/<br />
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There's nobody I can talk to about this. Its so pointless. They are all gonna give me some fairytale sweets to choke up on. And I only wish to tell them..am so.damn.freaking.scared!<br />
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Dad is hardly offering any solution. He's barely offering me any solution to my other emotional debatable thoughts. I am unable to confide into him. I cannot tell him what's eating me. And all this while I never worried..because I'd think he'd eventually rescue me out of all my problems or give me proper direction , which is so not happening.<br />
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Its funny I'm thinking of all sorts of fasts that I never kept all this while. Handsome husband and all that. I never believed in it. And now am so desperate to get off my fear - I'd do anything. Superficial. Superstitious. Just tell me. And I'll do it.<br />
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Am one year short to my quarter life (crisis). But seems like , IT - the crisis , has decided to fall upon me too soon.<br />
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Ok . I need some air to breathe.<br />
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I could only pray for a great amount of wisdom right now...and distantly a not so perfect yet a content <i>fairytale.</i></div>
- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-21163418120459312772014-01-17T19:11:00.002+05:302014-01-17T19:19:55.275+05:30Wolf of the Wall Street<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I haven't seen a movie as crazy as the Wolf recently. Its just awesomely nuts. And the fact that its based on real life story of Jordan Belfort makes it all the more alluring. Or did I just mention<i> crazy</i> ? :P<br />
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Leonardo Dicaprio is wonderful - effortless with his ramblings , drugs overdose after effects , Spartan like speeches & of course delivering F words like butter , dialogues and demeanour only he could make you laugh at .<br />
There's almost a similar parallel role he played in <i>Catch me if you can</i>..only this one gets <i>extremely </i>ridiculously entertaining.<br />
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<i>Donnie Azoff: Her father is the brother of my mom. Like, we grew up together, and she grew up hot, you know, she fucking grew up hot. And all my friends are trying to fuck her, you know, and I'm not gonna let one of these assholes fuck my cousin. So I used the cousin thing, as like, an in with her. I'm not like, gonna let someone else fuck my cousin, you know? If anyone's gonna fuck my cousin, it's gonna be me. Out of respect.</i></div>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-31254243660359834912013-12-06T22:57:00.000+05:302013-12-06T22:57:41.827+05:30Karma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've been spending some time reading and understanding <i>Karma</i>. I knew about it. Its feeded in our sub conscious right from our childhood. But I've never thought so deeply about this cause and effect circle. And there are so many questions that I want answers for.<br />
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What are the 'good' and 'bad' things ?<br />
Apart from ofcourse the basic..not wanting bad for someone , not seeking revenge etc.<br />
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Do thoughts count too ? Momentarily passing thoughts of jealousy , hatred or maybe even revenge ? Or is it all about the action one takes ?<br />
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If its all about Karma..the ACTIONS one takes - then what about your pre-written destiny ?<br />
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I strongly believe in destiny.<br />
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Can the course of my destiny change solely on the basis of my<i> Karma </i>?<br />
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Aren't all these laws intimidating and astonishing ?? I think its crazy!<br />
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But then the whole idea behind <i>Karma</i> is probably the fairness with which each person deserves to live.<br />
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And there goes the next question - who decides what we deserve ??<br />
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Crazy , no ? :D<br />
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* My idea of forgiving is to let go. I mean yes someone says they're sorry. Then you just say 'its ok' wherein completely meaning that its NOT ok - that's not forgiving , is it ?<br />
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You just got to LET GO.<br />
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* I'm blunt and rude. Really very blunt. Almost like I throw fireballs when I'm on my taunting mode. When I'm hurt. And I like being blunt. Although it doesn't filter any hurting for myself. It causes even more pain. But when you care , when it still bothers..you have to tell. If I stop..that's even more dangerous. It will mean you've lost that place. I've lost that struggle to hold you onto that place.<br />
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* Currently , happiness is dancing!<br />
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believing or not believing in karma has no effect on its existence, nor
on its consequences to you. Just as a refusal to believe in the ocean
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">F. PAUL WILSON, <i>The Tomb</i></span></div>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-30833686921135158012013-11-18T20:43:00.000+05:302013-11-18T20:43:07.972+05:30Ramleela<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This movie is so complicated ..at a point it felt like a stupid TV serial. Overdose of drama and too much of revenge which was going haywire. When something happened , the rivals made sure they did the same and then ? You are left thinking what the hell just happened ? And what the hell is happening now? :/<br />
Nobody cares to clarify things.<br />
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If Sanjay Leela Bhansali was trying a Romeo and Juliet , I question him - where was the romance dude ? A love-lust-bullets story with non happy ending doesn't make it an eternal love story. He hardly gave any scope for the romance to bloom.<br />
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Deepika is very impressive. Her playful eyes , her clothings , her dance ..she's the blood of the movie. Ranveer was a natural too but for the first half of it with all the sleazy dialogues and the body language of a <i>mawali , </i>he isn't much likeable.<br />
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The dialogues are hardly catching. Infact very stupid at times. The songs in the movie which played every 10 mins - were hard to differentiate. :/<br />
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The sets are ofcourse too colorful. After Sawariya where the director stuck to blue and black , Ramleela is full of Red.<br />
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Ranveer and Deepika are so hot and so desperate throughout the movie ( I'm 100% they must have made out for real - they were so horny :P ) - wish the director stuck to their romance or lust itself because otherwise the movie was hardly making sense. Also , together they simply sizzled on-screen !<br />
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Rating : 2.5/5<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-51121048753078750622013-11-11T18:47:00.000+05:302013-11-11T18:50:31.617+05:30I failed you.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My music sir passed away a month back. I got to know about it last evening. It is extremely sad and painful to hear about his demise. I hadn't met him for around 2 years. I avoided or procrastinated whenever he asked me to continue learning. I always thought..<i>there's always time. </i>The same thought wrenches my heart with so much regret today.<br />
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Whats more hurtful is that I tried to contact him only 2-3 months back. In all the mess and negativity , I had found some peace and happiness with music. It was refreshing to tickle the ivories with my old notes. Almost nostalgic. And thats when I missed my teacher the most. I was just feeling restless and desperate to learn as much as I could and compensate for all these wasted years.<br />
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His phone was switched off. There was no other way I could contact him. I don't know why but I seemed to call him persistently for a couple of days. Later on I convinced myself he'll definitely turn up after Diwali.<br />
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And he isn't there anymore. I just can't believe he's gone. Like I could have done something had I been able to talk to him or meet him. I feel so helpless , so pathetic and regret not taking more efforts to contact him just anyhow ..maybe through some old sources and students.<br />
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But most of all..there is this burdening feeling of failing him as a student. He wasn't asking for much..was he? Only encouraging me every time to pursue music. When I made it clear that I wasn't interested in giving exams..which he really wanted me to - he coaxed me into singing. And I was all in for classical music. I wasn't getting trained particularly..but every now and then he would give me gazals and songs to sing while playing the harmonium. I enjoyed it a lot. Even today I sing and play those same tunes for some soulful connection I have found in them. And many more which I could have learned...<br />
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I failed him as a human being too. I hate to recall but the truth is at some point I disrespected him. I disrespected his sheer expertise and talent. I took him for granted. <br />
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It is difficult to find a teacher like him again. Someone so knowledgeable who would come home and teach. Someone who wouldn't be reluctant to adjust to his student's demands!<br />
He may have been poor. But he was so rich with his music.<br />
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I wish he had come home just once if he needed more money. To let us know he wasn't doing well. Somebody from his family could have told us..just one time! And we'd have done anything to save him.<br />
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I'm so apologetic but 'sorry' can far from justify the mistakes I've made. I wish wherever you are.. you forgive my nonchalance.<br />
I wish I could have made you more proud of me.<br />
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I'm dreading to open my books and play the music YOU taught for I will sob inconsolably.<br />
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Its a huge loss to our family :(<br />
May your soul rest in peace!<br />
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Learning music will never be the same for me...without you.</div>
- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-55655242761825614292013-10-19T23:19:00.000+05:302013-10-19T23:20:45.295+05:30Scent & city.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have you felt the scent of a new place ? Its as if every city carries its own fragrance.<br />
And with every one step more into it , every one second more that you spend with it...it starts becoming of you.<br />
Travel in the locals. Unknown roads. Use the maps.<br />
Feel the air. Feel the rush. Feel the scent.<br />
And sooner you begin to feel you own the place.<br />
You fall in love with an absolutely unknown place.<br />
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Have you ever got attached to an unknown person ? To someone you
haven't even spoken to.<br />
Occasional eye contacts and a smile. Something about that person makes you wanna talk to them.<br />
It may not
be significant but somehow you develop a silent camaraderie.<br />
And maybe its not the
person. Its the situation. Of missing the chance to speak at least once
and of never having another chance.<br />
Eventually you tend to carry warm memories of absolute strangers in unknown territories you will never meet again.<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-55189050609939629882013-08-03T22:28:00.001+05:302013-08-03T22:28:54.804+05:30How to get rejected.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My parents are giving me a killer time even as they only utter the 'S' word. ( Shaadi!)<br />
I was pretty much casual about it all these days but now that they have gone 'official' - what with the bio-data crap and my relatives constantly poking me with that annoying word over and again..I'm having sleepless nights! <br />
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Not only am I totally against arranged marraiges but the unfortunate part is I haven't found anyone either. Had I been able to find someone - in all probabality I would have NOT approached my parents with my found proposal because I'm a coward and because in all probability they would have rejected :P <br />
'Love' is a word we madus don't understand. Its equivalent to committing a crime in our community. <br />
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So my idle mind has been doing the devilish workshop and here's a list of killer twists I<i> imagine</i> to throw off at the guy to ensure I remain single for as long as I want to be.<br />
And for what I've observed little statements have a huge impact.<br />
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- "I don't want kids." ( which is really true. :p but I'm guessing he wouldn't buy that!)<br />
- Modification : "I cannot conceive. "( :p )<br />
- "Movies every weekend. Dining out every weekend. 3 abroad trips an year" :P <br />
- "I want to work out of family business." ( Business family not liketh that!)<br />
- "I want to date for at least 6 months even before engagement." <strike>A live-in demo won't be bad :p</strike><br />
- "I talk in my sleep. And my mood swings are pretty occassional. I'm VERY short tempered."<br />
- "Traditional wear doesn't suit me." <br />
- "I can cook. But I can't do it for the rest of my life."<br />
- <i>"Mai apne baap ki bhi nahi sunti"</i> ( true story. This dialogue acted as a catalyst for a girl to get rejected by my cousin :P)<br />
- One more that I thought of - to dress not so well. But I wouldn't do that because I like to be presentable no matter what :p <br />
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lol..I wonder if I have the guts and how many of them am I capable of practically using.<br />
I'm definitely gonna put across the cooking and clothing part.<br />
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My parents would be quite miffed if I attempt any other approach :P They still treat me like a teen! I might as well get 'punished' for offending their choice. :|<br />
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This whole arrange marriage process is sooooooo irritating.<br />
I mean seriously..who can be excited for it?! :\<br />
I've been crying just by the thought of marraige <i>to a complete stranger.</i><br />
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But my devilish mind also runs the idea of doing <i>something crazy </i>& saying yes out of that :p<i><br /></i><br />
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God save me! <br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-13575851088460267792013-07-30T23:41:00.002+05:302013-07-30T23:41:25.325+05:30Walk the talk.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Something , and infact I'd say a lot has metamorphosed in me in the past few days.<br />
I feel responsible with a guilt riding over my head making me cringe.<br />
But the difference is that I want to take and act on that responsiblity.<br />
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Now that this sapience has conceded , am desperate to makeup for the loss of the past years of what I would name as the <i>prolonged teenage f**khead 'me' phase</i>!<br />
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Its as if I'm only a couple of mins late on the platform when the train I had to board on - has already departed.<br />
I will have to run. Sweat a little. And then I'll catch it. I'll do.<br />
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But its scary to think what if am unable to catchup ?<br />
It makes me groan out aloud. The thought makes me weep inside , for all we know - I'd take the blame over me.<br />
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Its time to take charge of everything. Its time to get onto this track. I have to and I want to make things allright. I want to take care of my family. <br />
They are all that matters right now.<br />
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Yes , it was about me. Everything has always been about ME. Whether or not I was happy? Whether or not I was fulfilling my dreams ? Whether I was not getting what I wanted ? Me. Me. Me!<br />
But I forgot there was so much more to me , of me & about me.<br />
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My thoughts. I am working on my thoughts. <br />
I'm putting efforts to heal my body mentally , spiritually and emotionally. It will take weeks , months... but I'm determined not to let anything make me slip from here.<br />
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Health has been on my list for quite a long time. The problem with me is that all my pursuance fails at a point. So I HAVE to be persistent. I can't afford any other option this time. <br />
I'm pursuing fitness. Giving myself Ayurvedic tonics and doing yoga and cardio.<br />
I am expecting and aiming for a radical change in myself by November. This Diwali I'm gonna give this wonderful gift 'fitness' which I have denied myself intermittently.<br />
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It feels good when you try to take things in your stride. When you are at least being honest to yourself. I've already wasted so much time and I'm not allowing that to undermine my enthusiasm.<br />
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Nike's mantra is for everyone<i> - Just do it! </i><br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-28807439883911246992013-07-21T22:44:00.000+05:302013-07-21T22:55:40.881+05:30Hong Kong. Macau!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This is month old post lying in drafts. :| Totally unfair for it to be there. All I had to was edit , add and hit publish.</span><br />
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Pre-trip , I would have ideally exaggerated ( atleast NOW I will use this word ) about how this trip could be something I would trade anything in the world for.<br />
And then when it happened..when it really did..despite all of my nightmares - it doesn't feel complete. Like you know that feeling of euphoria or post-travel post-good-times zeal. That's missing.Its just not there.<br />
Ok there were some fights involved. Arguments. But eventually we had fun. We enjoyed. And I was with the best people of my life. And yet..it was incomplete..?<br />
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I guess this is a different kind of travel hangover. :| If I would be saying this to my friends , they'd probably say <i>" Han han Different toh rahega hi..tu <b>apne</b> desh se jo wapas aayi hai " :D</i><br />
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Confused ? Well.. In all the planning and packing , I forgot to scribble a post about all these Chini jokes made on me before we took off to Hong Kong.<br />
China is considered to be my motherland by one and all.<br />
My friends asked me to make sure that I find my real parents :D Because my Indian parents are so Indian and am soooo Chinese :D<br />
I always disagree about looking Chinese which people claim only due to the fact that I have small eyes ( how unfair! ) But I certainly have doubts about the possibility of being adopted for some family genes are just not running into me! :P<br />
Some others jokes went about ..<br />
<i>" Tu apne purvajo k desh ja rahi hai "</i><br />
<i>" Don't get lost ok. Your parents will probabaly bring someone else back thinking its you!!"</i><br />
<i>" Click pictures with Chinese people. Then we'll play find 6 differences" </i><br />
lol this one's a personal favorite :D<br />
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<u>Post-trip post. The travelogue :</u><br />
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<b><u>Macau</u></b><br />
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If you ever plan to go to Macau. You HAVE to stay at the <b>Venetian Macau Hote</b>l. Its so huge and beautiful comprising of the hotel , a mall and ofcouse- the biggest casino! All suite rooms with king size beds and huge bathrooms fully adorned with mirrors.
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The hotel has an Indian restaurant named Golden Peacock which serves Indian VEG food at affordable price. So thankfully we didn't face much issue with food. Moreover if you stay at the hotel - you get vouchers which you can redeem & make use of at the restaurant , buy goodies and some listed stuff , go for the Gondola ride which otherwise costs more than 100 Hk $ per person. :\<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Our Gondolier was Lia from Italy who impressed us with her Hindi speaking skills. Greeting us with Namaste and calling us all 'sundari' :D .She knocked us off when she sang 'Chin ta ta' while also doing its signature step ! In return we sang Senorita for her :D Lia made the Gondola ride a lot more fun and there is no doubt about the fact that Indians are loud - so yeah we got a lot of audience :D</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> You can experience one of the highest bungee jumps in the world from the Macau Tower. ( 233 meters!) We watched 4 people bungee jump. It hardly takes few seconds for the fall and its quite thrilling to watch let alone do it. ( Of course I couldn't convince my parents enough :P ) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It costs around 3000 HK $ ; approx 24000 INR. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Macau is a small place and a 2 day stay is more than sufficient. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">It takes about 45 mins to reach HK from Macau after you board a ferry.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We stayed for 4 days. Hong Kong is like an extension of Mumbai with wider and clean roads. Old HK looks exactly like Mumbai except for the Chinese signs and billboard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Day 1 : We strolled around TST ( Tsim Tsa Tsui ) which is in Kowloon ( old HK). If you wanna book a hotel , this is the ideal place to lodge at. The subway is close. And the entire shopping area in in TST. It has a lot of major brands. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">There are a couple of Indian restaurants as well. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Note : Finding vegetarian food in HK is a tough task. There are top end Indian restaurants which are of-course expensive. The Woodland Hotel at TST is a very good option.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Day 2 : Ocean Park! </span><span style="font-size: small;">I found this one hyped. I mean , yes it must have been pretty famous 2 decades back. Dolphin show must be quite a thing that time.But essentially its a place for kids to enjoy seeing penguins , polar bears and sea lion. Thankfully some of the adventure rides came as a respite for us adults. The weather sucked. It was blazing hot!! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The light show at night was a beautiful thing to watch.</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Day 3 : We took a day off which was a very wise decision as the entire day at ocean park combined with the scorching sun had us totally drained out. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We went to </span><span style="font-size: small;">Mong Kow which is close to TST and famous for shopping. I
couldn't get what the entire hyper around it is for! We did bargain but
eventually had to pay a high price for clothes and bags. So no! HK
isn't a shopping destination ( with ref to bragain-shopping) unless you want to splurge on expensive
branded stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Took the metro ride to Central HK. All the stunning corporate buildings welcome you to the main HK. We were too late to catch the tram ride , hence missed going to Victoria Peak! :(</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The Times Square and Stanley Street are in main HK ( for extravagent shopping :D )</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Day 4 : Disneyland! </span><br />
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would rate out visiting Disneyland as the 10/10 sole reason to visit HK
:P Who on earth wouldn't enjoy this beguiling place! Every damn thing
about this place shouts richness. The park has been so nicely designed ,
you feel like you've entered an entirely different world! Each and
every ride & restaurant is chockablock with fairytale elements. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The cartoon characters take you back to your childhood. How we miss Misckey , Uncle Scrooge , Aladdin & Mermaid !</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The Lion King Show ( Live by theater artists) is spectacular. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And the best ride was Mystic Manor. Its just superb!</span><br />
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I made this trip with my family AND my two most loving sisters.So this was the first trip of its kind. I had nightmares about its success since two such planned trips previously never happened!</div>
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And even as Prats gave a goodbye speech when we departed for India about how our fights didn't matter and lets just enjoy this moment because its the first and could be the last trip together..</div>
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I whined silentely.. <i>Why last? Why the hell it should be the last ?! Just because I was stupid and annoying ? How could you do this to me? Why last?!!</i></div>
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To say she read my mind and replied - "who knows what happens in the coming days and where life takes us all."</div>
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<i>Damn. That pinches!</i></div>
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She made me feel so guilty about being such a jackass. </div>
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I wanted her to scream at me. </div>
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To scold me for being immature and whatever the hell I was being :/</div>
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But the time's gone.</div>
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Things I'd never like to forget. Things that bring instant happiness to me :)</div>
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<i>Those Chinese conversations. </i></div>
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<i>Public embarrassment missions.</i></div>
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<i>Emptying our pockets out at casino! </i></div>
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<i> Photograph-obsession.</i></div>
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<i> The day wen we missed to go to Victoria Peak & all the jokes about the same :D </i></div>
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We've resolved to go back to Macau to jump off the Tower :D<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">* All pictures posted here have been clicked by me :P There is some jinx attached with me and cameras. My (new) camera started acting weird.Add to it - I lost the charger!! So had to save the battery for disneyland .Sadly it was so hot even on the day we visited disneyland - that none of us had much energy or enthusiasm to click ! Talk about obsessing for clicking pictures :P</span></i></div>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-84204213343055617632013-06-30T00:20:00.000+05:302013-06-30T00:20:46.486+05:30Evolve.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its funny how things evolve. I won't say 'change' because thoughts and things and people just 'evolve' over time. They're very much the same at core. And anything that you share with them will probably remain the same too despite all tsunami the relation might have gone through.<br />
Its just time and situations that really change.<br />
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And this evolution is ridiculous in itself.<br />
Because all of your notions and resistance , all of your theories , judgements and so-called experiences fail.<br />
You come to peace with what you have to deal with ..only after you've adapted the evolution.<br />
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Lesson for this quarter ?<br />
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Distance is very healthy. It makes you wiser.<br />
It gives you space - to breathe , to settle , to be you.<br />
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Sometimes it makes things better. Like it brings back lost friendship.<br />
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And sometimes it helps in putting an end with few without making much effort or in other words without hurting yourself in the process.<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-33869195862368256352013-05-24T13:25:00.000+05:302013-05-24T13:25:18.430+05:30Fast & Furious 6<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Fast & furious 6 is as good as watching any other of the FnF movies. <div>
When you see <i>Dominic Toretto</i> ( Van Diesel ) & roaring cars on the screen.. its like deja vu. </div>
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If you think of the plotting & planning..<i>Fast five</i> was way better , rather smarter.</div>
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However , the opposition's snazzy car-power makes the action a lot more fun balancing for the lack of novelty in the plot.</div>
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Action was awesome. Loved the climax sequence entirely which this time not only involved cars but also an aeroplane!</div>
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Don't think this would count as a spoiler - Letty is back! She was never dead!</div>
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Only you would see her working on the other side.</div>
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And even when FnF 6 finishes off..they leave you with something more to look forward to. A teaser for the next one to come!</div>
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Dont miss it.</div>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-36078923650042129202013-05-22T01:01:00.003+05:302013-05-22T01:06:52.597+05:30Is it the weather dammit ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There's so much to say , to yell , to vent out. And yet I won't speak a word.<br />
I'm finding no listeners. I've been muted.<br />
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I'll draw a story I believe in the most in my head. And I will keep working around it.<br />
I won't let others fill in their colors as they wish. I'll only allow colors to be filled in partially to justify my colors.<br />
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I'll sob like a kid for nothing which is actually a cocktail of everything.<br />
I'll laugh on nothing , which really is nothing. I'll make it look like its everything!<br />
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I'll type words I can make of on this qwerty. And it will not change any minds. Or break any ice. But I'll still write in no hope to be read anytime.<br />
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I'll not look in the eye and talk now onwards. It will make me unwillingly smile . And I can't let that smile takeover & turn it all futile.<br />
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Its all over - I'm dead serious. I will say a hundred times. And yet turn the pages back in a while.<br />
I've closed the book now. And nobody heard me saying "I'm dead serious - this is over at last. Dont want to hold on anymore."<br />
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-65222965313115692542013-05-04T13:42:00.001+05:302013-05-04T13:42:19.981+05:30Never a failure. Always a lesson.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You can't share your best friend. </div>
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Its like keeping half your heart with someone else.</div>
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At one point of time , treating two people special </div>
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Rationalizing feelings is futile.<br />
Rationalizing events is necessary.</div>
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Moving away is better , wiser both for heart and head.</div>
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It becomes easier to squeeze the blame game.</div>
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Forgiving and forgetting is relative.</div>
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As long as it justifies everything.</div>
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- Sugar Cube -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13083335762912019379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499962705966296155.post-49788444472487693382013-04-26T00:07:00.002+05:302013-04-26T00:07:32.450+05:30Shayari # 4<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yun toh rishte bigad jaate hai kuch pal mein.<br />
Magar chahat nahi badalti.<br />
Aakhir be intehaan mohabbat ki ho jisse...<br />
Usse nafrat kaise ho jaye.<br />
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Yun toh dur chale jaate hai bina kuch samjhaye<br />
Magar intezaar ki ghadi nahi rukti.<br />
Aakhir wo alvida hi kaisa..<br />
Jo zikra karke bayan kiya jaye!<br />
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~ Nams<br />
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( 100% original :P ) </div>
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