Getting Candid with Cool Cookie
Welcome! If you've got this far then you're in the right place. I had twice as much fun writing as you did reading this.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Mirror Mirror on the Wall…
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Indian-ism
Saare Jahan se accha… how 'saccha' is that?
Monday, October 5, 2009
Violation of the wisdom (tooth)
Monday, July 13, 2009
Real or Fake?
My tattoo (the one on my right ankle) has always been a conversation starter, especially at gym where people constantly ask me if it is real after staring at it long enough to leave a hole. Even though I wear a grumpy look (not by choice, my determination has a grumpy disposition in the gym) people somehow manage to chuckle their way over to me and start asking me questions about it.
A few days ago, one such guy approached me twice, shied away once in between and then came back with a mission. He was a little too excited considering we were talking about a tattoo that was on my body. I usually get an array of questions next, stuff like where I got it and what it means, followed by a surge of oohs and aahs when I tell them, of course it hurts. Duh! Its needles piercing your body with ink in them, yes it hurts.
I got both my tattoos a couple of years back. I have one on my right ankle and one on my back, left shoulder. Everyone has a reason behind a tattoo; the lack of it only means that they were too drunk to remember. I didn’t want a silly animal/insect or anyone’s name permanently engraved on my body. I wanted it to be of some relevance to me over a period and not just my mood. I got piao liang thi (symbolic) on my ankle. I would have rather it read my name but I guess the Chinese can’t handle something that complex. Anyhow, it ended up meaning ‘beautiful girl,’ which I hope will continue to hold some relevance a few years from now. The one on my back is an astro-symbol of the bull, the Taurus, again not bound to change. I do plan on getting some more in the future but again, I do want to wait and see if anything can captivate me as much.
The thing about tattoos primarily is the artist, then its location and most importantly, what it signifies. A lot of women get tattoos on their biceps which sadly is stretched beyond recognition when they bear kids or gain a few pounds years later. Same thing holds good for men. I’ve seen bull dog tattoos on biceps look like buffaloes when the arm gains fat. Tattoos of your partner’s name and beliefs that are limited to a certain time frame in your life can also spell doom as time passes. Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie will both vouch for that. Let’s hope Saif Ali Khan doesn’t have to undo his symbol of love, the screaming kareena tattoo on his fore arm. Colored tattoos too are a big no no unless you don’t mind getting a re-fill a few years down the lane. The colors begin to fade and look dull and hazy. Among the weird ones, I knew a guy who had his forehead tattooed; it’s something I fail to understand. Also, I don’t’ get it when people’s sensitive and private areas become a canvas for the art. A tattoo is not about self infliction of pain, really.
Talking about tattoos and them being an expression of what we believe or who we are…and blah blah I see a lot of people sporting tattoos these days. I tried typing the word tattoo and viewing images on the net and some really weird and appalling (read grotesque) pictures come up online. Tattoos on the face, skull and inside the eye were some such observations. My friends (regardless of their belief) tattoo symbols of ‘
Anything religious that people get tattooed is a big deal. For absolutely unaware souls and people who do it in the name of belief, faith and religion, please first research, be aware of what you can and cannot do just for your whims and fancy. Here is a picture of Esha Deol proudly displaying the Gayatri Mantra on her back. The gayatri mantra (or any other sacred script) should not and cannot be sported like a tattoo. People might think they’re above all that and too cool to follow principles and rules but when they get something of a high religious value tattooed on their body in which you commit such worldly sins(and then cremated once you die,) then it is no longer cool. You end up playing with peoples’ sentiments. I can understand (actually NOT) if an Angelina Jolie does it due to ignorance but I don’t see anyone messing with the Muslim faith and getting their scriptures tattooed all over their body, why? It is because there is a certain code of conduct that needs to be followed when you deal with things of religious and sentimental importance.
Esha Deol is stupid enough not to have done her research and made a mockery out of her faith (or not). What is sad is that others follow suit especially in a star worshipped country like
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Drama Queen has a field day...Hyderabad to Amritsar..Oye! Balle Balle!
And so it began…my promise to myself to fly by the seats of my pants, to be impulsive and go with the flow…little did I know that I’ll have so much more adventure than what I had I bargained for.
When my sister emotionally blackmailed me to visit her in
Ye Dilli hai mere yaar…
My sister had hyped up
Call it a co-incidence but at lunch it dawned on me that on my last visit to Delhi with my mum dad sis, we were stuck in traffic for over 3 hours in what would normally have taken 45min to the railway station, the same station we were on our way to catching a train in a few hours. We each ran on the platform racing to get into any coach and later re-group to our correct seats. I felt like a frantic Kajol running for her life…trying to find a purpose to get onto this stupid train that was slipping faster and faster away from me. That was then, this is now. My mum’s shrill voice was back and this time it was louder and scratchier! I looked at my watch; we were on our way and a half- hour ahead of time and things looked good. I was pretty good with my orientation. I knew places and routes when I saw them once, I prided myself on my planning and I was beaming at how well my sister was now taking on those traits. It was 4:45 and we were 20 mins away for a 5:25pm train and then it struck me! The envelope on the table, the white envelope that had my sister’s hall ticket for the exam…I hope to god she had taken it…! It was all happening in slow motion…my sister frantically asking me if ‘I’ had taken the envelope…and I was nodding in dismal. I mean ‘hello’ I was planning a vacation, not go write an exam! It was at that defining moment, a split second it took to make a decision…any decision, and we did.
It was suddenly high adrenaline drama central. We turned around to go back. I mean what good was our trip to
I was pretty blank in the moments that followed wondering if this is what Kareena Kapoor felt like in Jab we Met when she misses her train. My sister took charge and volunteered to do the next hardest thing, tell my parents. Meanwhile we decided to consider alternate modes of transport which either looked very unsafe and / or very bleak. It was already 7pm now and we hadn’t a clue about how we wanted to get to
The exam went off well and we spent the next few hours chatting with our host who was going to whip up a home-style 5 course Punjabi meal for us. We were going to take a detour and spend the night in Kasauli, a hill station close to Shimla and the following morning, head to
We came back to our hotel tired but knowing we had an early start the next morning. At 4am we made a mad dash to the temple to catch the first rays of sun hit the golden temple, a beautiful sight indeed. With verses of the Guru Granth Sahib being read out loud and everyone chanting it was truly a devout experience.
Lunch was at the famous Bharawan Da Dhaba and shopped at the Katraj Jay Mills where we got some mad deals on printed material. Let me not forget to mention what a world class Kulfi we had outside the golden temple. We were tired, famished and too beat to head anywhere, but this Kulfi just re-charged every single cell. Our journey back to
The next two days were spent emptying our pockets in Delhi. A must visit for shop-a-holics like me. I never shopped like I did here and I don’t plan on doing that for a while, but by god, what a time I had. Must Dos: Have the famous Momos and chat at Keventers in Delhi. Bharawan Da Dhaba in Amritsar for their Alu ke paranthe, firni and lassi.
Moral of the journey: a: The Emergency Chain on the Indian trains, Never Work. b: Expect the unexpected and c: Always have a viable plan B.
Disclaimer: Some of these random acts have been done without any valid thought process, are highly risky and should be taken as an example of what ‘not’ to do. Advised caution and repeat at your own risk. Feel free to contact for any advice on smart traveling.J
*Smitha: Happy Birthday!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
A Hit, A Miss and one Helluva Win!
For those of you that vaguely remember last year’s IPL like I did, let me refresh your memory and give you some basic info. The team that took home the ‘dough’ was the Rajasthan Royals who were expected to defend their title this year amidst much pomp and vigor with Shilpa Shetty calling herself the ‘new boss’ , shaking her non-existent hips to Halla Bol. But alas, it was disaster from the word ‘go’ for Shane Warne’s Royals who lost out to team 7 from last year’s line-up, the Bangalore Royal Challengers for a meager 58(all out). Ironically, they were also the team with the highest total in an innings for this year’s IPL with a staggering 211 vs Kings XI Punjab. That leaves us with the second strongest team from last year, The Chennai Super Kings who also ‘looked’ very promising this year. The Delhi Daredevils who were undefeated against all four games played against the Deccan Chargers(placed 8th last year) also ‘looked’ very threatening in the race to the trophy, till they got the boot. That leaves us with the dismal performance of the Mumbai Indians and the lack-luster Kolkata Knight Riders whose stint in this year’s IPL can only be termed as a joke! And then there were The Kings XI Punjab who (un)fairly won the “Kingfisher Fair Play” award after marginally missing out the Semi Finals.
Even though Lalit Modi and co. tried their best to make this year’s IPL bigger and better, there’s been a lot of debate on the magnitude of ‘adrenaline’ it would have served had it been played in India, I mean after all it is the Indian Premier League. The fun and enthusiasm it brings to the crowds in a cricket-obsessed country like
I thought this year most teams came out a lot stronger and aggressive than the last, well almost. Needless to say, my personal favorites are and were, the Deccan Chargers, who without much ado or hype came about and did what they meant to do, win the championship for 2009. At first they came on strong with a 4-0 winning streak that soon became somewhat of an alternate win-loss scenario. DC was being branded by critics as the only team perhaps who was capable of ‘self-destruction,’ which might have been true sometimes. I mean how else can you explain the terrible loss against Delhi Daredevils who got 7 wickets out of 17 deliveries?
The final showdown was every bit the excitement it promised to be. Pulsating, nail biting, edge of the seat suspense is definitely not for the weak hearted. There was no lack of excitement or heartbreak in what I call a fitting finale where the scales titled in favor of the best team that night. When Adam Gilchrist was out for a ‘duck,’ I could feel the ground slipping away from under my feet, but ‘hope’ is a wonderful thing! Even though the captain of the Royal Challengers had 4 wickets to his credit, his team could not live up to the pressure of a glorious finale. Whereas, Gilchrist might have not had any personal runs to his glory, but it took nerves of steel and muscles of iron to lead a slipping team to its victory that night and that’s where his success lies.
The 'Man of the Series' was rightfully awarded to a very humble Adam Gilchrist, who remembered to point out Diwali like celebrations in Hyderabad. He also tops the list for maximum stumps in the series, something he does at a lighting speed catching the batsmen off guard (read Virat Kohli.) RP Singh got the purple cap with maximum wickets in his kitty and seemed visibly ecstatic. Rohit Sharma got the Citi under 23 player of the league award. Anil Kumble was the man of the match and was clearly bogged down by how close they came to tasting success. Roelof van de Merwe was the man with the maximum sixes, again well deserved.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Invisibly Yours
Ok so how many people excessively use the "invisible mode" on yahoo? Personally, I love it.
Google has it too, but I'm biased to yahoo. Probably not a good thing to say when I'm using blogger eh? In the harsh real world we live in, invisibility is just a figment of imagination, or is it? An invisible cloak, some potion, Mr.India or the Harry Potter kind of stuff would still be in demand 100 years from now.
Anonymity can be such a boon, especially when it involves some nagging and highly irksome people who just won't take a hint. It gives me the advantage of being online yet wary of the gossipmongers who don't spare anyone. It's my magic wand that makes me invisible to the world and available to a few elite who deserve my attention, or sometimes maybe the other way around. It's my escape from the people who want to make small talk and in the entire world's politeness, pick me to ask a favor. Nah, I'll pass thank you very much.
Speaking of being mysterious online, I remember the time (and this is prolly going to give out my age, sigh...it’s only a number...it’s only a number) when hotmail and yahoo were new and happening. Everyone wanted to be on the 'world wide web.' Everyone gave out their email address like a cheap fake smile, like it or leave it type of thing. And everyone, I mean EVERYONE was on yahoo chat. There were a hundred something live chat rooms based on a billion different preferences that stopped at nothing. Chat rooms for different ethnic groups and even a state wise allocation for the really keen ones.
It was for the sophisticated, it was for the sleazy and everyone in-between. There were some who much to my repulsion, wanted to put their life as it unfolded on the internet. Some sort of fetish that was. Most people were on it for social networking. The others were looking for some sort of love that kept evading them; I wouldn't be surprised if they still haven't found it. It was the 'in' thing. There were shady email ids that wouldn't have a hint of the sex of the person, let alone anything else. The fairly naïve ones had their email address with their family name-given name-last name@yahoo/hotmail.com, some still do. It took more than just phonetics to help spell it. It was hilarious. Again, they all loved to sport this totally different personality online. Almost like a façade. I mean sure, who wants to talk to a forty year old pot bellied guy in a grocery store when the same guy camouflages himself into a hot and happening, twenty something guy, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Brad Pitt?
Sure, some people are just very comfortable putting their most intimate secrets in their status message, but is that the true reflection of who they really are? It’s almost like they don a different personality, only this one is more comfortable being so upfront and open. I’ve read people’s life stories in their status messages, funny right? Not one bit. The more explicit it gets the more I cringe at the thought of being a shoulder for them to cry on. I mean how can I tell you what you did wrong and why your boyfriend broke up with you, even if you’re doing it as we speak?
Sometimes even the brave, like myself, tend to slip into the convenience of escapism rather than take on the other invisible 'others'. It’s just so much easier that way. A friend recently started tested being invisible. She’s usually pretty upfront and candid so you can imagine my surprise when she decided to take cover from a certain someone. All that up-in-your-face attitude and then what? You finally lose to such weirdos who ask you the most appalling stuff on chat (any communication except face-face). From stuff like what's your salary to what are you wearing?
These days its 'ok' not to add acquaintances you once rubbed shoulders with in some ancient organization you worked for, if you don't want to. There is no moral police who will hunt you down and nail you for choosing not to be associated to some people who just want to feed off your sympathy or in some cases, the entire you. I get a lot of requests on Facebook from people who I met once and maybe exchanged a very compulsory yet polite 'hello' in some era. Am I going to add you and have you snoop into my profile and proclaim to the world how we're such good friends? Think again.
I like being invisible, in my own sense of the term. Like being in control of who gets to interact with me, yet socially being out there, I mean why can’t I have both? I like the privilege of being able to appear and disappear online (yeah where else?) and sure we all like to bask in the convenience that comes with technology. So the next time you’re online and you’re wondering where everyone is, ping them and you’ll be surprised. Signing off, invisibly yours.