Thursday, February 26, 2009
I too have always dressed mad and different. I have always used fashion to express what I feel at that point. If I get up grey and sad, I almost always wear colours. It’s just something that I know will be a great pick me up. Lets just say colours are my “happy” pills.
Then on the days you know the world is yours to conquer. I will wear dull colours because that day I know my personality will over shadow the clothes. That’s just how it goes. I think mad dressing clearly shows the personality of the person wearing it. Though I will like to put it on record, I am pretty sane!
It’s not just that the character Carrie wore mad mad outfits that look amazing on her. I love what SJP wears on the red carpet. I loved her headpiece at one of the premiers of SATC movie premiers. What coolness.
I will never be one of those wearing the same Hip and Cool clothes that all the women out there seem to be wearing. How does your personality even shine through…or better still do you even have a mind of your own if you follow fashion blindly?! Sometimes you can’t do much. Like what do you with you LBD (Little Black Dress). Nothing. So then you go crazy with the accessories.
I am so glad that Sarah Jessica Parker happened to us ladies. SATC was a show about women who lived their life to the fullest in their 30’s. They clearly had a mind of their own and that mind certainly helped them dress Fabulously!! SJP you are a kick ass lady and I Love ya!
Do we get defined by the clothes we wear or do we define what we wear?!! Seed for thought my ladies.
Nothing goes through it now
I can feel no pain
You see I have to protect me with my armour
The weight of it is a bit heavy
And I have to take it everywhere
Pain is so random
It could be anywhere
How do I feel free with this armour?
It so restricts my move
I can’t seem to sleep well
The weight is too heavy for me to move
In spite of the obvious weight
I don’t want to remove it
I will protect my self from the pain
Hence my armour goes with me everywhere
The one-day I wake up
To find a chink in the steel
How and and when did it happen
I can’t comprehend
Who made a dent in my armour?
Who dare get so near?
It is supposed to protect me
And save me from the pain
My god there is a chink in my armour
How will I protect my self?
I ask you to reveal your intention
Impostor why do you come so near?
There is a chink in my armour
And I don’t know what to do
There will be fresh air for a moment
But I know pain will follow soon.
And I don’t know what to do!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
How do I explain it to the dear man? It’s just the feeling of that grass on the soles of my feet. It’s an in-between feeling. It’s neither soft nor prickly. Just the right ticklish feeling. I love it. But, for him I am making his life very very difficult. He just wants me to have the perfect clean feet. That's it. Pleasures be damned!
What is with grass and me? I also love the fragrance of cut grass. The fragrance is just intoxicating. I love sitting on the pile of cut grass…look up in the sky and let my mind wander. There are times when I can swear that the clouds are making funny faces at me. Its like they are not too happy that they are so far away from the pile of cut grass. They wanna sink into the intoxicating fragrance as much as I do. Just sinkkkkk into it.
Other times Sweety my mutt and I run round and round in the lawn…its like we both are competing who will run faster and topple the other over. She almost always wins by ensuring that she topples me with her fancy manoeuvres. Then we just flop down on the lawn. I have spent many a days playing this mad game with her. There is nothing that beats the feeling of grass on my feet. I have a feeling sweety loves it as much as I do.
Today I feel like taking off my high heels and run with gay abandon on the grass. Today I really want to feel good. Today I do want to intoxicate myself with the heady fragrance.
Why do we feel guilty when we do something that makes us feel so right? Why can’t we just think of the amazing feeling of the grass and not worry about the green stains?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Then N would drive us back...wet and cold...all 3 of us screaming on top our lungs...laughing...freezing...joyous. Then as quietly as he could he would put off the bike a few yards away from Tiks and my respective home. Drop us home at 4 in the morning and quietly drive off.
Firestarter song took me through my first year of working as well. I would listen to " smack my bitch up" right on my desk at work the entire day long. Till today all the guys from Grey call me Techno coz of the music playing on my desk. All the rock band lovers hated my guts : )
The Prodigy first album is seared in my brain for life. Fat of the Land.
What great memories of the good ol days of Techno and Rave. Tiks and I OWNED 10 downing street. We would enter the pub and the music would change. The DJ was a great fan of ours and trust me when I say, we OWNED the Dance Floor! Back then D, tiks and I were the ONLY ones who ever got to have a tab running at the Pub. Rest were told to pay now or bugger off. Almost all thought we gals were on some heavy duty dope or something but trust me it almost always Classic ultra milds, Old Monk straight from the bottle and Awesome rave and techno music.
We were high on Music. We were the Fire starters of Pune!
I am just so happy to have woken up to The Prodigy today, so what if it wasn't Firestarter. I know I am the Firestarter!!
Music is the window to our soul...I wonder wots in mine. Am I bad gal gone good : ) A Seed for thought?!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I think we all love the feeling of love coz of the adrenalin. In my teens it was all about the Pumping of heart, Skipped beats and Giant Butterflies in the stomach. I had my first major crush in my teens and over the years pondered if it was love. I had fun dates, those stolen glances, dance evenings...lets just say I thought he was my Chocolate cream solider. It was so innocently crazy and romantic. The girls would get together at some ones place in the night discuss all their boyfriends and crushes. "He looked and you like this and then said this"...those we such mad sweet days of longing for love...amazing days of GROWING UP. Life was about flowers, hearts, anonymous letters, blank calls and all things sweet and candyfloss!
Over the years love has taken different means and twists and turns. College taught me love for friends. I formed some serious sisterhoods and learnt all about being selfless. It was love of a different kind. But love never the less. Then there is love for our parents, brother and family. That love holds the meaning of your life together. Love of a parent is unconditional. There is love for mankind, pets, material things, colleagues... there is love for the divine where you put all your love on someone who you don't even know exists....so many layers to love....
MBA was the time when I had my adult love with a man. It was about the loving, lusting, sharing, caring, giving and wanting. I spent every waking minute with my man. We couldn't get enough of each other. It was unbelievable how much we had to talk about. Years later when we got married, we were busy chatting during the wedding ceremony and his grandma asked me "Aren't you done talking yet?". With him I became a woman and I hope to grow old with him.
Over the years love has changed it meaning. Some times its joy, some times its pain. At times its patience, at times it impatience. Some days its bitter...some days its sweet. Some days it tests you and there are days you test it. Then on days you have had enough and there are days when it leaves you wanting for more. There are days when it is as black as black can be but then there are days when it pumps blood Red Love into your veins. Every time I have learnt a new shade of Love I have resisted, as at times foolishly, I still want it to be about Giant Butterflies.
I don't know if Love will ever be about skipped beats again but what I do know is that I have seen many shades of Love. Those Giant butterflies might not be in my stomach but I see them everyday. All these shades have confirmed one thing to me...when you give out love you get it back in return many folds! I am so addicted to Love!
I often think Of Robert Frost's "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” Isn't love all about the promises??!!
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love - Anonymous. Seed for thought?!!
Friday, February 13, 2009
This Valentines day give Love the Shove : )
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Today while waiting for the boys to get me tea in the afternoon, I noticed the hum drum of Global Business Park. People running here there, looking important, feeling important, being important. Every one seemed to know where they were going but had NO CLUE they shoes they were going in. I mean, I could have wept after seeing an important lady in perfectly nice pant suit, ruined with white chappals underneath. What is up with these seemingly important people?!! This is SO wrong.
There are a gazillion choices out there. Use them! You can buy shoes of every size, colour, shape and price. Its so easy. There are hundreds of options. Janpath and Sarojini for Juttis, Kohlapuri, Colourful Chappals. Malls for branded shoes. Roadside for Bangkok and Shanghai shoes. Come on people...use your options!!
For me a shoes makes or breaks the outfit. Wear a white or black outfit and bring in colour with bright yellow, green or red shoes. Winters is all about the boots. There a million boots out there lady and you go wearing white chappals!! The Vixen is very annoyed...No actually, the Vixen is distraught.
The first few things I notice on a goodlookin man is his chest, butt and shoes!! A man with good taste in shoes is definitely a turn on. He knows that the is dotting all the "i" of his outfit and leaving no "t" uncrossed. My man wears nice shoes (actually I secretly thinks he needs shoe rehab!) and thus kept me interested in his appearance all these years. Its all about the well turned out men in well designed shoes. I have never been known to date men who wore chappals.
My favourite shoe shopping destination is Janpath in Delhi and Oxford street in London. Both these places leave you lusting for more. I have been a Janpath fan since the early 90's. No Indian summer has been complete without a few pairs from this great shopping destination. Well, Oxford street makes me weep with JOY. I hope the citizens of London KNOW how lucky they are to love in the shoe heaven of the world.
In my recent trip to Oxford out of many shoes that I bought I would like to mention the lovely purple stilettos. They are so gorgeous that I when I wear them I will need an escort who will whip off his jacket at any sign of dirt. These shoes are actually NOT meant for walkin...only lusting.
The other kinds shoe I totally love love love are Converse. You can wear them summer, winter, autumn...anytime. Jeans or trousers. Casual or formal. They are just perfect. One has to have a good pair of Converse and the shoe closet fairy will be appeased.
Oprah Winfrey once said "I still have my feet on the ground. I just wear better shoes! " My sentiments exactly! Seed for thought?!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Dreaming of Mamu was significant last night as I was very disturbed. My Grandma had an heart attack yesterday. One always fears losing them at this age. How much ever a brave front I had put up for the world to see, in my heart I was very afraid of losing her. I don't know why Mamu you came in my dreams after 3 years. But, I am glad you did. That hearty cry left me feeling so much better and lighter.