And Sometimes You Get It Right ...

So I walked up to my friend’s door, not quite ready to walk into a big party; sad because another seemingly more fun plan had just been cancelled. “Got to smile, got to try and have fun”, I told myself as I stood in front of the big door, my hand reaching for the doorbell. The bell rang, and on cue, the door opened.

It’s funny how some of the biggest and most defining moments in your life come absolutely unannounced. Poor me had no idea what lay on the other side of the door.

Mohona, a friend, was behind the door in the company of a female I did not recognize from before. “Be polite and say hi”, went my brain; “won’t you introduce us, Mohona?” went her voice. Customary hugs and hellos were to follow. That formality done, my party begun.

An unbelievably important moment had just passed; not to be realized for another year and a half.

A year and a half went by, and a friendship grew. A friendship complex, because I struggled to cope with the undercurrents which accompanied the small talk. Do I like her? Does she like me? And just like most other complexities in my life, this one too got brushed under the carpet. I didn’t have to deal with it if I chose not to see it.

“I probably would have asked her out if she was in the city”, said I to my friends. “Probably? Try ‘definitely’, kid”, my brain kept telling me. My brain saw right through the “massive soft spot” I had for her.

But just like a good friend once said, “you can’t stop a good thing from happening”, in May of 2011, “the inevitable” did what all inevitables do - finally happened!

And it’s been wonderful since.

On exactly this day, last month, we got together, and on this one month anniversary, all I want to do is tell her that I love her and that she means the world to me. That every little word and every little thought of her’s carry so much meaning for me. That I’m ever so grateful that I went to that party and I’m ever so grateful that we got to be friends. That I thank the universe every day for bringing her into my life, and that every day is like a memory worth preserving for a lifetime. That I promise no end of obstacles will do little to stand in our way, ‘coz this is how I want it to be.

Sometimes she says the most adorable things, and I have to make sure my heart doesn’t miss too many beats. Sometimes she does the most painstakingly heartwarming things, and I have to remind myself to breathe. And sometimes she does nothing, and even in doing nothing, I still find myself lost in thought; wondering how much good I must have done to warrant her.

And even if she thinks she’s not a karmic blessing, I’d nod and tell her she’s right just to see her smile and her eyes twinkle the way they deserve to.

It’s untrue that you only fall in love once. Each time I hear her voice, I fall in love all over again…

You'll Never Walk Alone.

Fallen giants we may be, but rise we shall ! All the trophies seem to be a thing of the past. All the passion and the tradition that goes with the club is now at stake. It's time to act.
Go Liverpool!

That's what we were saying at the beginning of this season. We saw hope under new management and prospectively, new owners. We sensed that times were about to change. Fortunes were about to change.
Nothing happened.

It's sad to see the most decorated club in English Football go through a period like the one it's going through now. Everything seems to be going wrong, week in, week out. Luck seems to have deserted us forever. We're always fighting with our backs to the wall. Always having to prove a point. Always trying to show we are still a force to be reckoned with.
We are just not delivering.

There is such a huge sense of gloom among the fans. An everlasting forlornness engulfs the red half of Merseyside. A phase of depression. A dark phase. Forever we have been shown the light at the end of it. Forever we have believed that change is near.
The corner, we never turned.

However, deep down I know it's not long before pride finally returns to Anfield. And for that day, I wait patiently.
There'll be glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.

Branded.

Lack of concentration while trying to study three nights ago made me write this in two periods of fifteen minutes each. I apologize beforehand for the time you are about to waste reading this.
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Elizabeth Arden, the shopaholic, had just entered The Body Shop which was located on Saks Fifth Avenue in the Latin Quarters of Yves Saint Laurent City with the intention of buying Boots. When she went to pay for the pair she had chosen, she found out that she was broke.

She texted her brother, PraDa (who out of love, called her Gucci) asking him for money. PraDa replied saying, "fcuk u Gucci! u spnd 2 mch! stp being sucha dkny!!". Hurt, she went home to her parents, Louis Vuitton and Stella McCartney whom she found engaged in their favorite activity, watching action star Van Heusen on Chanel No 5 on television. On telling them her condition, they said, "All this is the fault of your guy, Calvin Klein! The entire day he spends with that gangster friend of his, Hugo Boss, at the Underground Music Movement. Let the ManGo and Promod your life! In any case, you two have no Chemistry. Give him the Axe! ".

So she went to Converse with Calvin Klein and when a fight broke out between them, she broke up with him. In defence, Calvin Klein said, "Please give me one more chance. If you let me go, you will LakMe!". To make it up to her, he took her to his Indian billionaire friend, AdiDas, husband of Ritu Kumar, to help them out financially. AdiDas was probably the world's biggest devotee of the Hindu Goddess PuMa, and being rich (he owned a Flying Machine) and generous, he gave them money and said, "Iph eww waant ArMani, calm tale me aagen. Never lose your Esprit." Thanking him, they left for home.

On their way back, Calvin Klein's Quiksilver car ran out of Diesel. As they stopped to re-fuel, Elizabeth Arden saw her neighbours, the Johnsons' twins, Dolce & Gabbana walking their dog Nike. She immediately felt like getting herself a pet and so, she went to the pet store, Red Monkey where the kind French man in charge, Pierre Cardin, who sports a rather large Moustache, helped her choose a puppy which she later went on to name Tommy Hilfiger.

Hungry by then, she decided to eat Chinese food at the local Chinese food joint, Lee. While eating, she got a message on her Blackberry from her friend Kenneth Cole, who wanted her to come visit him at his home. He said he needed to share their friends' Levi's and Victoria's Secret with her and with their other friends, Ralph Lauren, Marc Jacobs and Austin Reed. Dying out of curiosity, she finished her food fast and went to visit Kenneth Cole, who lived in Versace Apartments at Billabong Heights.

Upon arrival, Elizabeth Arden found out that the ring-leader of Red or Dead (the world's most deadly anti-social outfit), Jean Paul Gaultier had used his UCB rifle to kill not only all her friends present there, but also Kenneth Cole's butler Davidoff and chauffeur Christian Dior. Unhappy as a result of the big Gap left in her life now, she returned home.
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Guess what? I ran out of brand names.

Existence ..

Two days ago, my cousin told me about a rumour which was doing the rounds. Apparently, the world will be coming to an end on Tuesday, August 10th 2010. According to the rumour, at any point during the 24 hours that make the day, something called a Solar Storm (as my cousin put it) or Solar Flare (as Google later corrected) will occur. Whichever side of the world is facing the Sun at that time would get 'destroyed' and the other side, would survive. Such is the belief. It's been 30 minutes into this day as I type, and nothing has happened yet.

However much I ridiculed the rumour, it did get me thinking about the end of life as we know it. What if a tragedy takes place, on a scale large enough to completely wipe out human existence? What if all that's left of our world is mere land and water? Uninhabited land and water! Earth's life would have come a full circle. What would remain would be a big blank! An engulfing emptiness. Time would pass, without reason. Days, months, years would go by.....with nothing but a silent lull to fill them.

A combination of not being a fan of thinking beyond what I see already, and being extremely self-centered made me shift focus to a more selfish thought. Myself. Obliteration of life does imply obliteration of me. It implies leaving behind everything life had given me, starting from all the wonderful people to the most trivial unimportant objects. Perhaps even leaving behind my own thoughts. Would I cease to exist for myself too? Or would I know I am dead and that now, I may have other goals? Would I be bound by my body or would I become a free spirit? Questions which all of you have asked yourselves when you were small came flooding into me and I realized how little I've thought about death and its implications. Life, as I've known it, has been one big party. A really long joyous event, punctured with the littlest moments of sorrow, with an ending so distant, that I need not think about it just yet. But now, there seemed to be doubts.

Deep in negative thought, I looked at the world around me and as I watched the bright yellow street lamps spread its happy glow, I realized our lives aren't meant to be anything less than how I've seen them for so long. A celebration of the greatest gift of all. Existence.

The Beginning.

Big things start small. Often the smallest nudge is all it takes to set large wheels into motion. Like the tiny spark which sets off a forest fire. Like the little child destined to achieve great things. Like the tiny seed which grows into a mighty tree. Like the word 'go'. Small, but effective.

Like Shahana Yasmin.....small, but effective. She got me to blog and if anyone has a happy second reading anything I write, she would be owed.

So this one's for you pal.