A tribute to the king of pop

I am still trying to hold back my tears for I am a fan , if not a big one of Michael Jackson. It was shocking and saddening to hear this piece of news especially when millions of his fans( me included ) were eagerly waiting for his last concert.

We have danced to his tunes since childhood right from OFF THE WALL to BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR, twisted our ankles and hips tying to perfect the MOONWALK, ridiculed his nosejobs and freaky hairstyles, went crazy over his concert in India and splattered our walls with posters of BAD.

His has been a tumultuous life riddled with allegations ( we do not know the truth) and plastic surgeries ( those are true). BUT all said and done, I am sure that all his fans will echo this simple feeling .....there can be no one like him.

songs for the rain

The girls in Bandra are pretty, but the railway station just got prettier. a nice makeover job, and i got to see it today.



Switching topics, i know its pretty cliched if i talk about sitting by ur window and watching the rains with a piping hot cup of coffee and garam bhajiyas for company, but nonetheless the whole situation has a calming effect, especially if accompanied by good music ( yipeee longest sentence in my blog, never mind grammar).

Did just that today, but the setting sun made an annoying appearance and spoilt it all.

some good songs for the rain:


Riders on the storm : the who

Badalon mein chhup raha hain: phir teri kahani yaad aayee

nayan tarse : Dev D

aasman ke par : rockford

so long my friend : yanni

tis rainin

The cobbler on the road opposite my house has changed his 'look', instead of the usual leathery embellishments adorning his shop's visage, it was a row of colourful handles and black umbrellas.

Not surprising, now that the monsoon has made its presence felt. A great respite from the heat, though the skies now wear a dull grey suit as compared to the bright hues of summer, but hey!! who's complaining (not till the floods at least)
The ultra clean people may pule away to glory, but im loving all the wet mud and dirt on my sneakers.

I'M IN LOVE.......

I switch on my TV set and browse through the 250 channels tht my poor man's subscription on TATA SKY has to offer. Nothing but trash, trash and more trash. Had it not been for DISCOVERY TRAVEL AND LIVING, i would have long thrown my TV outside the window (probably on my pesky neighbour's head downstairs, two birds in one stone thingy).

And of all the great programmes it has to offer i find GREAT VACATION HOMES the most appealing. Not only does it feature great places on earth where you should spend your holidays ( provided you are ready to mortgage your home, car, jewellery and yourself)
, but it also features a pretty lady called SAMANTHA BROWN. It was love at first sight. Never mind the fact that she is married to some guy called kevin leary (damn him).

Samantha Elizabeth Brown (born March 31, 1969) is an American television host, notable for her work as the host of Girl Meets Hawaii, Great Hotels, Passport to Europe, Passport to Latin America, Great Weekends, and Passport to China, all of which currently air on the Travel Channel.

But theres something about her eyes which are bewitching, alluring, enticing(....u get the point) that one tends to forget what place or hotel she showcases.

Hmmmm i wish i could meet her once in my lifetime

WARNING !!!

My boss recently put up a notice to warn all offenders who leave their things strewn about. Though I dont fall into that category ( my mom's boot camp training has seen to that), I'm extra careful with the scrubs, leftovers from lunch and the blankets. The best part was the innovative way he put up a stern but funny warning

take a look

dear GOD ...WHERE ART THOU?

It would be very ungrateful of me to not thank you God for all that you have given me. I may or may not deserve all that i have received till today.

But still there are thousands of things that i need, you can attribute it to my human greed.

There are a few hundred things that i really need, but i understand that they are for my needs and i should work hard for it.

There are ten things that could really help me in life, but i guess you have reserved it for some undeserving people (Its too evident to prove)

All i ask is for a handful of wishes , you dont even need two hands to count them.

I know i deserve it but yet you choose to keep it away from me.

I have read a thousand quotes and email forwards about You being kind and just ...stuff like You withhold something just to give me something better.

I am yet to receive that ' better bit of butter'.

If not now ....when? When will you prove to me that you exist. They say you can work miracles, forget miracles, can you just impart me with a bit of luck in what i do?.

I may not be a saint , but im no devil either.

Am i really your child or have you forsaken me?

When do I get to see u ? when???????

trainspotting

She sat by the window, the breeze wafting through her thin silver hair. The wisps fluttered across her face, though not altering her gaze. The wrinkles on her forehead were accentuated by the thick round tilak which told of her rural lineage.

The unnerving calmness of her demeanour was somehow unaffected by the usual hustle bustle, fights, shouts and falls of a peak hour crowded local. As if it spread an aura around her which dampened the negativity of the whole situation. Her unblinking cataractous eyes stared out into the phantasmagoria, but her mind was obviously in her past.

A half smile occasionally spread across her thin pale lips, a smile that bore witness to years of living a hard life. The kind of life that teaches you every step, every wake, every second, so much that by the end of it comes a feeling “been there, done that”.

A cute little kid tugged at her pallu, to which she responded by a pat on its head. Shifting a little more in her seat, the eternal mother allowed the child a little more comfort in that cramped compartment.

There are people you meet in life, some leave a lasting impression, some just hit you in the face hard and wake you up to the harsh realities of this life and then they fade away into oblivion like lost memories of childhood.

PARTY PARTY

What a great week it has been, filled with a hectic schedule and fun with friends.
If the work in the ICU has been hell, the parties have been bliss.


The SES gang met up again and had a blast.


The chinese joint was a great place to hang out with all the beautiful females of our school times. (We adored them then, we are still crazy about them now). Life would be boring without them.
We had a gala time pulling monica's leg over a 'soft ' issue. Kedar was blushing all red meanwhile, which i dont think anyone noticed.

Also a hearty welcome to Deborah, the newest member of our gang. A pretty gal with a spunky attitude. "beauty with brains" , not something you find everyday.

for our friends out there, ill be putting up the pics on my orkut profile.

Really looking forward for the next party