misti doi - the malaster

i love calling her misty doi... the beautiful bengali babe... z00n calls her malaster... (she isnt one ofcoz)... old bloggers know her as zombie... and all on indiatimes know her as cheeku milkshake...

shes got the cutest smile... and a super cool heart... (just like the doi)... and i know so many guys who have got a crush on her... shhh mala dont ask who... top secret... one of them will kill me if he ever knows i leaked this... (i wish he doesnt visit my blog for a few days)...

so here is the girl... the one who came from delhi twice earlier and stole our hearts... n i guess we stole hers too... so she decided to shift to mumbai... yippie... welcome to mumbai girl..

its her birthday today... and she is away from her close friends in delhi... shes working today too.. (i dont like this at all)...

happy birthday sweety...

i know it must feel so lonely to be on your own on your birthday... away from friends and family... away from all those who u have been with on your birthday all these years... but i hope u dont feel too lonely here... ur not celebrating alone...

look out of the window... the rains are celebrating your birthday... isnt it beautiful???... i so wanted to take u to the beach today... i had planned this since the day u told me ur going to be here on your birthday... but then things got a little haywire... sorry sweety.. some other time... pucca...

we'll surely celebrate ur birthday as soon as utsy is back and i am up on my feet... hugzzzz baby... have a lovely day...

laterzzzz

for the k00kie of my eyes

happy birthday to the most beautiful soul i have met at blogville... hugzzz sweety.. have a lovely day... i was wondering what i should write for u.. no words are enough to describe u... no words r enough to express what i want to say... i am no writer.. i am no poet.. so here goes an extract of a poem i read a long long time ago... whenever i read this one i always think of u... hope u like it...



look this is absurd
the way poets talk
about women
as weak and winsome

weak? are you mad?
just a careless fling of
their tresses
or a sly glance
can seduce even the stubbornest of God.

no, she needs no lessons
on how to use her wiles
to steal his heart.

some flowers simply wait
for the bee to come,
to come and be trapped -
knowing it cannot fly away.

look!
rain clouds, frame her face
with dark ominous tresses
peacocks play beneath them
on the mountain slopes.

look!
white petals snow

where can this gypsy rest
his gaze?

by pritish nandy

hot isnt this??... lol... have a blast... n miss me.... hugzzz

laterzzz

my best friends wedding

(this is for a very good friend who is getting married in some days... i am writing this in advance so that he can read this before he gets too busy to get online)

i sometimes dont know what to write to u... i sometimes dont know what i want to say to u (u do get me angry so many times)... n sometimes i go on blabbering and blabbering... this is u and me... laughing and crying... smiling and happy sometimes... sad n brooding some other times... its been some years since i have known u... n u have been there for me whenever i needed u... we have been happy together on our achievements in life (remember the online party we had when u passed ur mba exams?) ... we have been sad together on all the problems that u or i have faced... i am sure there wont be anyone like u for me... you r moving on... to a wonderful life ahead... i hope u forget the fact that u hated the word 'marriage'... because u r getting married to a beautiful girl there... call it Gods will... or call it a coincidence... we have never met... but i have met her... i dont know how it happened... and i am amazed that i even realised that it was her when i first saw her... believe me when i say that she is really beautiful... and she is going to make ur life as beautiful... all the best to u...here are some words that i love and write for many of my very close friends who get married... this one is for u and her... have a lovely wedding n do miss me a little :p

Most people get married believing a myth - that marriage is a beautiful box full of all the things they have longed for : companionship, sexual fulfillment, intimacy, friendship. The truth is that marriage at the start, is an empty box. You must put something in before you can take anything out. There is no love in marriage; love is in people and people put it into marriage. There is no romance in marriage, people have to infuse it into their marriage.

A couple must learn the art and form the habit of giving, loving, serving, praising - keeping the box full.

If you take out more than you put in - the box will be empty.

by J. Allan Peterson