Bangalore Musings..

hey there ppl.. guess i ain't been that regular but life's busy and time's less.. however winter has arrived and along with it my seasonal depression.. no it's not those winter's here depression.. i love winters.. the colder the better.. there something about a freezing wind which chills u and brings u to life.. everything becomes sharper.. more defined.. there is no season like winter.. but i digress from the topic.. it's about bangalore and how i miss it.. not cos of Rajit.. of course that is one of the reasons.. but there is more.. winter is full of memories for me.. especially last winter's.. my most memorable winter.. the winter of entrance tests, christmas cheer and love.. i miss bangalore.. the 3 yrs i spent have become a part of me.. winter in bangalore meant walking down brigade watching all these fashionably dressed ppl swish by.. it meant sitting on the stone benches on the mg road boulevard under those twinkling fairy lights and enjoying the winter chill.. ummmm.. it meant the smell of nilgiri's cakes.. and a warm hand all to hold.. it meant 5 o' clock lunches in shangrila.. nostalgia is overwhelming me.. i can't describe in words how much i miss my old, simple life.. how much i miss bangalore.. walking down from pesit and the watching the city lights twinkling from the hillock right after watching a glorious sunset.. the smell of the air the sharp wind.. oh how i miss it.. st marks cathedral with it's imposing height and tall spire.. pvr and it's smell of popcorn.. forum with the lush shop with it's enticing smells, landmark with it's smell of expensive perfume and books.. i just miss it so much i cud cry..

Eulogy for a lost purse

i lost my purse yesterday.. it slipped out of my hand on a rainy road and before i realised something was wrong sum idiot picked it up.. it was plain black purse with a blue butterfly embroidery.. nothing remarkable.. but it was a part of me.. for the last 3 years it had been my constant companion in bankruptcy and wealth.. i had paid my entrance test money from it.. it was there when rajit proposed.. i know it sounds silly.. me whining abt a purse but i can't help but feel extremely sad abt it.. oh! how i loved that big black purse.. its feel in my hands when i went shopping , banking or just plain paying the autowallah.. i so miss it.. this morning i when i was leaving for college i searched around for it and then sad realisation struck me.. i had lost my purse.. i had more or less abandoned it on a waterlogged road on a dark rainy night and nothing i can do can bring its familiar contours back to me... nothing can bring back its familiar smell.. i feel as if i've lost someone i love..

Me , me and only me..

So to start of with.. a little bout me.. i'm Raima.. 21 yrs female and committed as goes my orkut profile.. who's the lucky guy?? well.. his name is Rajit.. known him for 2 full glorious years and let it just suffice to say i'm totally nuts about him.. anyway moving on.. wat else do u want to know?? ummm.. lets see.. me stuck in this horrible city called Chennai where the population of male chauvinists is extremely high (more on that later).. Oooh yes i live alone.. No big deal right?? Wrong!! cos if u just look at the expresion on ppls faces when i tell them that.. makes me feel as if i live on pluto!!! some of them have even discretely enquired whether i'm well.. how put this in a nice way.. ummm.. not quite right in the head.. ha ha ha ha.. but the most hilarious part is the fact is that i live alone cos i can't stand living with these ppl.. ok i know u luv mommy and daddy.. but do u really have to blare it out?? i mean yr in mba.. grow up!! all the " i don't know how u live alone.. i to would die" actually nauseates me.. cos u know wat?? living alone is the best thing ever.. for 1 thing it's quieter.. and for another u can do just wat u want when u want.. for instance.. i was up till 7 in the morning today and woke up at 11.. imagine if i had a roomie.. all those questions and answers to explain my insomnia and in some really sad cases explain the meaning of the word.. ugh!!! i totally hate explaining my actions to anybody other than myself and a selected few.. "My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts." - Murtagh from Eragon.. with that leave u to attend seb class.. contemplate on my thoughts and tell me wat u feel..

At last!!!! a place from where i can rule the world!!! HA HA HA!!!

Finally!! A place where i can say exactly what i like.. and if you dont like it.. too bad!! anyway.. welcome to my rants and raves.. From utterly idiotic autowalas to conservative chennaites watever bugs will be put up.. And u can join in with yr comments.. Enjoy!!! :)