Friday, September 28, 2007

Tagged! For the first time!

May I say that I am honored to be tagged by Nautilus but its rather a dillemma to write about myself. I dont know what to write really. Who am I? Let me try and discover that as I go along these random eight facts about myself.

1. I am a narcissist - I cannot stop admiring myself in front of the mirror for the brief seconds that I catch glimpses of myself throughout the day! This has a flip side as well - the extra pounds that pile on whenever I look at ice-creams or samosas make me hate myself.

2. I dream a lot, my first dream was to be a rock star of repute. I was rather spoilt at school when all the auditorium noise faded away into pin drop silence when I started singing and the little gap after which the applause started. So understandably I felt that being a female version of Elvis was possible. My second dream was a rather common one - to find a man straight out of a Mills & Boon book and of course that did not happen (though I still live in hope!) as such men just dont exist - they are only a figment of a woman's imagination *sigh*. My third and most recent dream is to become a writer of repute - just because I get comments on my blog, I think I can write and Penguin or whoever will offer me a million dollar contract - well lets see...

3. I love being the center of attraction, at times I am the most social person around, while at times I withdraw completely and prefer to be left alone. I can actually go off people altogether for some time. At times I can be detached and cold while at times emotions brim over. At times I am a selfish bitch while at other times I can be better than Santa. At times I look great (with a little effort) while at other times I look like a hag. There is a lot of duality in me - not that I mind. I dont get bored of myself that way!

4. I love giving unsolicited and unwarranted advice. I often play the role of an agony aunt lending my ears and shoulders and of course advice. I am proud to say that I have saved a mariagge, helped in breaking destructive relationships, finding a long lost ex girlfriend of 20 years for a certain gentleman and sending back many gentlemen who have chased me back to their wives or after other women. Advise anyone???

5. I have funny feet, my second finger is way longer than my first and no matter how fancy the shoes may me or how sturdy they may be - they always tear at the most inopportune moment and I am left looking stupid and clumsy either limping along or carrying my fancy sandals in my hand. Now I have resorted to keeping feviqwick in my hand bag to save me from all the shoe horrors.

6. I live in fear of dance as I am no good at it. These days when people are happy and celebrate, shaking one's bums to music is almost mandatory and it is moments such as these that I wish that the earth would open up and swallow me or magically transform me into an ace dancer. I tried to overcome this fear by joining a salsa class but alas, I only became more acutely aware of my shortcomings. Oh the agony of not being able to sway my hips to music - only I know it! Another fear that I cannot conquer is the fear of driving - I am happy to be chaeffeured around.

7. Any kind of transformation awes me. The transformation of obese people into svelte people on reality shows, the transfomation of plain janes into glam dolls on a make over show, the transformation of your everyday common man or woman into a celebrity, the transformation of a new born baby into a 10 year old boy, the transformation of a domineering and sarcastic mother in law into sachcharine sweetness, the transformation of love to indifference and so much more. Change is constant and it is always for the better.

8. This is the most unglamorous but well its quite a passion with me - I love cleaning the loo. Sparkling tiles, milk white basins and commode, clear mirrors give me a sense of achievment!

I hereby complete what I have been asked to do and in the process revealed a bit more of myself than I intended to do but what the heck - its liberating!

I also hereby tag
TCP, Winsome Reflections, Punster, Amader Dadu and BlondeButBright. I have broken the rules as I think the others I know in blogosphere have already been tagged so I cannot tag them twice!

And here are the Tag Rules:
1) Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
2) People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3) At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
4) If you fail to do this within eight hours, you will have to endure the stigma of having a blog without visitors or comments!

Thursday, September 06, 2007


I have this chronic sensation of goose bumps all over whenever I go for a movie at an Adlabs hall (movie theater chain). I am not sure when I discovered this apparent malady but since the last 4 or 5 years it happens every time - without fail!

After the usual advertisements, there is a roll of drums and screen message 'Please stand up for the National Anthem). Almost always, the response is immediate except for the popcorn laden people who get up an in the process create a carpet full of crunch. The tricolor flies high in the wind in full size in the screen in front while the National Anthem plays in the background. Most are still embarrassed to sing along though I do see a few lips moving. Most kids sing on top of their voices though and shout a spirited 'Jai Hind' at the end.

I don’t sing, but I swell with pride and patriotism when I hear the National Anthem and that is when the goose bumps appear. I can imagine how people who represent India in sporting events feel when they win a medal and the National Anthem of the winning country is played - I am sure they have an attack of the goose bumps as well.

I thank the founder of this movie theater chain for reminding us who we are, for having our moments of realization about the great country we belong to and teaching our children to be a proud Indian.