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Back in black!

Ha! I thought I'd lost the urge to blog, but I suddenly realized that it wasn't the feel for blogging I'd lost, it was the time. I'll let you into a little secret. I've always blogged from a Cafe Coffee Day outlet near my office, the reason being that I would relax there for sometime before or after work. And that gave my mind the freedom to wander and the time to pen it down. As I've already mentioned, if you do something you love, it should come effortlessly. For the past few months I've been shuffling between MBA preps and office and gym, with the result being that the minute I reached home, I'd be dead tired. Now that isn't exactly the condition that you wanna write in, is it?

Anyway, I've got loads to write, so bear with me.


Sometime back I caught a pickpocket.
All in a day's work y'know :P It was pretty darn good and felt great...almost like I had underwear over my pants and a red towel cape on my back. But what I didn't realize was that these pickpockets are a persistent bunch, and I got reminded of that few days back on my way back from office. My cell phone got flicked(albeit temporarily) thanks to the overwhelming crowd of the Mumbai trains(in a good and bad sense, both =| ) Thankfully I got it back since the jack@$$ had butterfingers and dropped my phone on the train floor. No proof, no culprit. Even though I knew it was that guy who had picked my pocket, I could do nothing about it. Missed the public dhulai again :D

On a different note, I went to Delhi over the weekend for a family event. Most times, family meets are insanely boring, involving fake smiles and greeting people whom you barely even know, but they seem to know you so well.
Example in question:

Relative:

1. OH MY GOD! (as if she's about to faint with joy)

2. HE'S BECOME SO BIG!! (seriously, would I stay a foot tall all my life?)

3. WE HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN AGES!!! (note the gradually increasing number of exclamation marks correspond directly to the volume of her voice.)

4. You probably don't remember us. (See the blank look on my face? DUH!)

5. You were so small when we last met! (Pointing to some place about five centimeters off the floor)


What follows are a series of carefully practiced and expertly executed cheek squeezes and face pats that drain you of your sense of adulthood and drain the blood off your face leaving you with white cheeks and a giddy head. As you walk off wondering what happened for the past few seconds, you hear an excited squeal and your name from across the room and it all starts over again.

*shudder*


But that's just what usually happens. This one was one of those awesome-chilled out-weekend-away-from-home kinda meets. With a considerably younger population than usual, it was kickass!(yea, no censor, How's That!) Good homemade oily fried unhealthy-but-oh-so-tasty food and biryani, lotsa drinks, and dancing on the terrace made for one weekend well spent.




(yea, that's me :P )


Anyone preparing for CAT this year? I started off with T.I.M.E. classes, and it things look good. On the downside, too many things going on in life leaves me little to myself. So I've decided to finally quit(well not exactly quit...more like take a LONG break) from my designing job. That should give me enough time to sort out my day at a better pace. And MBA definitely takes a higher priority than keeing a job at this point of time. So, good decision to me! Yay!

*pats self on back*


Finally, a little something I wrote for a friend in reply to a poem she'd written(she's really good, but doesn't blog...although I've begged her to start one. For stubbornness' sake...sigh...) :P Anyway, read on and enjoy!

We walked along the road, drove on the freeway,
Hand in hand, no fear of going astray,

I thought I knew the road, of the land where we were headed,

I thought the consequences of my actions would have faded,

How wrong I was, for they never do,

They all remain, every word, every move, every step too,
Life is a freefall you say, but what happens when you have no choice,

And you realize it's not the wind that you hear, but your inner voice,

Screaming, pleading you to listen to reason,

Forcing you, pushing you to commit this treason,

To mend your heart you have to break one other,

But it listens to none, for the heart is sure,
It made me realize that our love may not be pure,

But love it is, and not some infatuation,

Of an adolescent mind running wild with passion,

So, as I sit under the stars this full moon night,

I feel you beside me as I linger at the sight,
And on this night, under the stars,

I finished writing a poem on this love of ours...



(Dedicated to Sohalia Shervani)

Comments

Mads said…
OMG !!!!!!!
Look at u !!!!!!!
*points at u and my jaw drops down*
You have become SOOOOOOOOOO BIG !!!
Writing poems and all for girls, huh? :D
*sniggers*
Are u sure she is only your 'friend'? :D
*chuckles*
i want more elaboration on this...samjhe mister :O What is ur surname waise :-s
*gets serious*
Lovely poem and cool that the pickpocket had butterfingers :D not everyone is so lucky..
how the hell do u travel by those trains daily :O
i know a blogger who is gonna do CAT from TIME..i will throw your link to her :D
Haan ji wo blogger ladki hai..par tum to already booked ho..... :(
*smirks and does an Umbridge hem hem*
what are u doing on the floor :-s no stamina after drinking and eat biryanki kya :O :-s
Shaunak said…
Stop staring! It's rude. Or are you promoting Adam teasing?
*gives McGonagall look*
Trains are fun. Take care of your belongings and it's a daily entertainment.
Poem was in reply to a poem she'd written. Don't get ideas :P
No more elaborations. Leave some things to imagination =D
*wiggles eyebrows*
Hum booked nahi hain. So throw my link to her. Just don't hurt her.
*wonders how she looks*
Drinks may have played a teeny tiny role in my groundedness
*is that even a word?*

*gets serious*
I'm single and ready to mingle.
Got hot friends?

*actually gets serious*
Erm...said everything already.

Standard ghisa pita reply:
Thanks for the comment! Cheers!
:P
Amrita~Ams said…
"What follows are a series of carefully practiced and expertly executed cheek squeezes and face pats that drain you of your sense of adulthood and drain the blood off your face leaving you with white cheeks and a giddy head."...
baaap re..:P..u doc??wat was tht then :P:P..

go prepare for MBA..best luck..then give me advice n trick to clear with decent marks :P.....oops..MBA is not engg..n engg is not MBA..so chuck this part..it was written for no reasons..

ur pic was ....hmmmm..ummmmm...it...was..scary:P..dara dala re..
heheh..
btw poem was nice....she is ur frnd???:P u sure..??::P

P.S: i m preparing for CAT this tym..u checked those pics of cat in my blog na??:P
Umesh Agarwal said…
loved the post..and the poem was mind blowing..
Shaunak said…
@ Ams

Thank you so much! I expertise in relative behaviours :P
Itne mein hi dar gayi? Arre re... :P :P
Friend is a friend...we're the creative types =D
Shaunak said…
@ Umesh

Thanks buddy!!
TaniaSharma said…
ur write up is too good!!
lovely poem!!
why don't you visit this new site.. where we can be friends...http://beautifulcircle.com/
Akansha Agrawal said…
Erm... ahem, the girl in conversation with Mads happens to be me... And yeah, your link got thrown to me... :D
Shaunak said…
@ Akansha

Oh hey! So you're the "blogger who's a girl, but i'm already booked, so :( " courtesy Mads :P
Heavy link...laga to nahi?
You're doing CAT as well? kewl...I've just started breaking my head over this feline obsession.
divsi said…
hahahaha!!
forstly loved the relatives reactions;p boo! they're all the same evrywhere..all u can do is keep stretching those cheeks 180 degres again n again...sigh!
mr.spiderman...u doin it frm time? u wer in ims na?* m confused*
lol
Shaunak said…
@ Divsi

Na re, was in IMS last year. Resumed preps with TIME. Looks positive for now...lets see..
Mads said…
hehe..i reunited the two long lost *cats*...within no *time* :D
*giggles*
accha temme, whats ur surname? u marathi kya?
Shaunak said…
ZOMG Mads! That was the heights!
Haaalp!
*runs away screaming*

Surname Mukherjee. Bengali che re.
Ok now your turn.
Amrita~Ams said…
@mads n u...
tum setting kara rahe ho?:O..
meri bhi meri bhi..
i m single..ready to mingle..
can i sent u my resume..start searching a hot rich boy for me..stop eating money..
yeah yeah..hot n rich will do :P
Shaunak said…
@ Ams

Yea re, setting ka kaam apna hai. Ek photu, little spicy details about yourself, fir ek hafte mein results guaranteed! :P
Mads said…
Oho Bong in Mumbai.. :O

I'm Madhuri Iyer. Tamilian from Mumbai and Chennai, living in Ahmedabad, studying in Gandhinagar,Gujarat and currently living in Gandhingagar hostel :D
*takes a bow*
u know marathi then kya? :O
Shaunak said…
Ah..I thought I'd lost the post where this started
*looks around*
Of course I know marathi. Marathi's essential for life in Mumbai re...
Gandhinagar? That's where NID is! I'll probably be giving admission exams for NID this year too. Hua to I'll see ya there!

Bong in Mumbai's the best! Everyone loves a roshogolla :P
Life 24*7 said…
I liked this post a lot, but what i loved even more are the comments on this post .. hehehe :)
karen said…
haila, how did i miss this one :) anyway, yea all relatives are the SAME!! *rolls eyes* That was an awesome take on the strange creatures of our extended faaaamileeeee!!! hehehe
karen said…
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