Sunday, April 06, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
more of dubai...
Monday, March 10, 2008
The Rain
It was the season of Navratri. She was out dancing with her friends. She was wearing a beautiful long green bandhni skirt with a matching blouse. Her dupatta wrapped around her like a mini sari. Her long earrings swishing around her nape like a lover’s kiss. Her dozen bangles playing the tune of love. Her beautiful silver necklace clinging to her neck like a lover’s arms. Her eyes twinkling as she whirled about to the tune of the music. Swirling her skirt enticingly to the rhythm.
She was not alone. She had her friends around. There were hordes of people around her, dancing to the same tune. But her dance was different. She had never danced like this before. She knew he was watching her. She knew he was dancing with her. Moving to the same beats. Flowing with the same rhythm. He was dressed in a long black chudidar kurta. A beige dupatta thrown around his neck. He was handsome with the most beautiful smile she had ever known.
After the show her friends decided to go for a drive. She refused to join them, as it was too late. He offered to drop her home. She jumped at the opportunity. She wanted to be alone with him. They left the others and decided to walk home. It wasn’t too far. It was just a 20-minute walk home.
As soon as they were out of sight, he held her hand playing with her fingers tantalizingly. Her heart jumped a beat, but didn’t do anything about it. They walked in silence for a while. As they turned to a relatively lonely lane (moving towards her house) it started raining. They had to rush for shelter. There was nothing much around that could help shelter them. So they ran towards the gate of a building and stood at the entrance there. It was late at night and no one was around. Darkness surrounded them. They stood - hand in hand - waiting for the rain to stop. But it started pouring harder. It was cold. He felt her shiver. He held her close to him, hugging her with his left arm. She trembled again. And this time it was not because of the cold.
It just happened. It wasn’t planned. He knew he had to do this. He wanted it so much. He held her close to him, as he bent his head towards her face. His arms wove around her nape spinning threads of desire in her core. He held her softly and pulled her towards him. She moved forward without any resistance. And then their lips touched. It was a kiss in the rain. The most beautiful kiss of her life. Their lips played with each other. Moving to the rhythm and the beat of the rain. Her heart beating to the music of the raindrops falling around them. He pushed her to the wall unconsciously, as their kiss deepened. She was glad for the support of the wall. She kissed him back fervently. He pressed close to her. They were totally unaware of their surroundings. Their eyes closed, lost in desire. Their senses alert to the touch of each other. Passion brewing steadily. The rain drenching them. The fire of his kisses sizzling the water drops that were playing enticingly around them. His lips trailing the kisses to her nape. Moving further to her ears. Softly. Smoothly. She embraced him. Knowing she loved him. She hid her face in his arms, smiling softly. The rain had slowed down. It was time to go. She moved away from him. Reluctantly. Knowing the magic was over. He didn’t want her to go. She knew she had to go. She took his hand and pulled him towards her house. Walking away in the darkness. Hand in hand. With dreams of something more than just kisses.
Friday, February 22, 2008
band baaja...
loud music...
theres a wedding in the next building...
a band of musicians playing...
jag saara jag saara nigad gaya..... (jab we met)
i run to the window... its fun watching the band play...
my eyes rove around the scene...
no ones dancing...
people are moving at their own pace... going to work... going to the bank... moving to the bus stop...
suddenly my eyes hold on to a window at a computer education centre on the opposite side of the road...
theres a guy at the window... can't actually see his face... but he's swaying to the music... not swaying... dancing... right at the window...
and i smile... theres someone who has time to do what he wants.. at his own pace... how many of us do that?
at 10.00 am on a working day?!
Friday, February 08, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
mount abu trip

ek behen paanch bhai... (one sis 5 bros)

next generation same issue... 1 sis 4 bros!

classy me... with the kings pic in the background
mirror at the palace hotel where we were put up..
the conference room at the hotel...
princess messy at the fireplace??? .... naah :p
aatish... thats my bro... (as khadus as he looks).. but thats the way i love him... hugsss...
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
thats prisha again...
Saturday, October 20, 2007
off blogging
will miss you all...
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
lunch 'break'

so it was sunday... my maid was on a holiday... my family members were out for the day... a perfect setting for a nice time to relax with my husband... so heres what i cooked that day... theres salad, paneer bhurji, soup, corn - paneer parathas, monaco munchings with cheese and toppings, cucumber raita, juice and jeera rice...

finished cooking till 1...
waited till 2...
had my lunch alone at 2.30....
he came home at 3....
i was angry....
wasnt his fault though...
something urgent had come up...
but i was still pissed....
i decided never to plan a meal like this again!!!!
things never do happen as we plan them... right?
Monday, August 06, 2007
lothal

Lothal's dock—the world's earliest—connected the city to an ancient course of the Sabarmati river on the trade route between Harappan cities in Sindh and the peninsula of Saurashtra when the surrounding Kutch desert of today was a part of the Arabian Sea. It was a vital and thriving trade centre in ancient times, with its trade of beads, gems and valuable ornaments reaching the far corners of West Asia and Africa. Lothal's people were responsible for the earliest-known portrayals of realism in art and sculpture, telling some of the most well-known fables of today. Its scientists used a shell compass and divided the horizon and sky into 8–12 whole parts, possibly pioneering the study of stars and advanced navigation—2000 years before the Greeks. The techniques and tools they pioneered for bead-making and in metallurgy have stood the test of time for over 4000 years.
Lothal is situated near the village of Saragwala in the Dholka taluka of Ahmedabad district. It is at a distance of six kilometres (south-east) from the Lothal-Bhurkhi railway station on the Ahmedabad-Bhavnagar railway line. It is also connected by all-weather roads to the cities of Ahmedabad (85 km/53 mi), Bhavnagar, Rajkot and Dholka. Nearest cities are Dholka and Bagodara. Resuming excavation in 1961, archaeologists unearthed trenches sunk on the northern, eastern and western flanks of the mound, bringing to light the inlet channels and nullah ("ravine", or "gully") connecting the dock with the river. The findings consist of a mound, a township, a marketplace and the dock. Adjacent to the excavated areas stands the Archaeological Museum, where some of the most prominent collections of Indus-era antiquities in modern India are displayed.

the place where the ship were docked 5000 years back... the worlds earliest dock...

workplace.. maybe where the beads were made...

a pot.. maybe it was used to fill up fresh drinking water...

a water canal...

workplace again...

parts of jars and pots i found there... (the one with holes is a part of a big vase kind of a jar... a similar one was put up at the museum there)

a shell... terra cotta pieces of bangles... and a toy (the big white thing)...
next place i would like to visit is dholavira, which is in kutch - gujarat... another ancient site of the indus valley civilization and estimated to be older than lothal too...
laterzzz all... hope you like the pictures...
Friday, August 03, 2007
the bizarre guys birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Z00NIE...
its been 2 years since i know u... and the memories are carved in my mind forever...
from the birthday cake 2 years back...
to the dominoes and pizza hut pizzaz...
from ur dirty (make that yuckky too) woodland shoes...
to out earliest club called the 000nies...
from our fights to be the first one to comment (on your blog)...
to being proud of screaming our lungs out (whenever all of us met)...
from the way we celebrated your birthday last year (again)...
to the (awful) way the guys at pizza hut sang for u...
from the way id try to make u get me rochers...
to the way i saw u eat pizzas...
(the seedha z00nie with me again... err dont be misled)on the day we went for puneets wedding...
and the day u came back to mumbai last year...
from the day we met mala at mcdonalds...
to the day we had that crazy photo session at mochas...
i remember it all z00nie...
thanx for being such a lovely friend... and be back soon... we are all missing u...
(and the GANG! with z00nie trying to get his head chopped out of the pic)HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN....
Saturday, July 21, 2007
the wedding
dressed for one of the pre-wedding puja...
at the bunglow where we were put up... the day before i got sick and was hospitalized for food poisoning... (im fine now... but had a bad time for 2 days)...
went to an old harappan site called lothal... will put up those pics next...
laterzzz
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Vote for Taj - times up!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
then and now....

the daughter of my family 31 years hence...
welcome home girl... my 100th post dedicated to u... hugssssss and kisses....
Friday, June 08, 2007
my oldest memory

it has been long since i was tagged... and this ones intriguing... when i sat about thinking what was my oldest memory so many other memories from the nook and corner of my mind came about playing catch with each other... but one of them just struck as my oldest memory... its really nothing much but i still remember what i felt at that time...
i was real small then... say 4 years old... i was a cute plump kid... with large eyes and uneven teeth... (today im not cute... im a lil fat... i still have large eyes and uneven teeth!)... it was evening and my granpa offered to take my bro and me to the gateway of india... both of us were very excited to go somewhere nice... i distinctly remember my mom dressing me up then... she had got me a new outfit and i so wanted to wear it... i remember it was red in color... shorts and a tee shirt... blood red... mom said i looked pretty while my bro looked at me disdainly saying i looked fat!... we reached gateway and were running about in the garden when my granpa called us to watch the monkeys there... they were performing tricks and the monkey man was playing some kind of music... we were so happy then... clapping our hands... jumping in sheer delight... holding each others hands and laughing loudly... !!!
thats all i remember... nostalgia :)))... now im missing my granpa...
Friday, May 25, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
the woods (mala - by invitation)
When in Rome, do as Romans do – and so they did too. In the house of silence, they were silent. The only sound that escaped them was the sound of dry leaves crushing beneath their feet. And the times when they breathed heavy owing to the uphill climb to reach the woods.
She loved the woods, and she suspected he did too. They had walked in together, hand in hand. With huge rocks on one side and a steep fall on the other, they walked. They walked on the loose, red soil that had started to dirty their shoes and the fold of their gray jeans. They walked on the path, not many had taken.
The grove ahead promised something they had not experienced before. She threw back her head and let the sunlight that filtered through the tall trees kiss her face. The woods got denser, and they found themselves admiring the wild flowers that looked colorful even in the dull surrounding, the fresh-as-dew, maroon baby leaf that waited to turn green and mature, and the faraway mountain that was engulfed in a film of mist.
She wanted to take a photo of him, walking. He obliged. As he strode ahead, he turned back to see if the distance between them was enough to make a good photo.
Standing a hundred yards away from each other, they did not take their eyes off each other for the next three seconds or so. Three seconds were enough for her to realize what he meant to her, and how special he was. And her heart skipped a beat. She secretly hoped they would somehow get lost in the woods. And that this moment would last forever.
His eyes said he hoped for the same.
No photo would look good with them so far apart.
And so he walked towards her. And went down on one knee. As he opened his mouth to speak the first words in a long time, she knew her life is about to change.
(thank you mala... a very beautiful post... i guess u knew it would remind me of matheran)














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