My blog, my bad
On the way back from the hill town of Kalimpong, these words are painted on the wall ‘If someone says I’m not afraid to die, he’s either a Gorkha soldier or a liar’
So the lunatic radio jockey had to go and insult Prashant Tamang, thereby effectively insulting the entire hills of Darjeeling, Kalimpong and Sikkim. I would suggest him to apologize quickly but whoever listens to me?
(…who inspired me to write this post)
My life began two decades & eight years back when I had the privilege of sharing my childhood with some wonderful people whom I can still count as my friends. Although its been decades since we last met, we share a nostalgic bond that goes back in time to frilly skirts and birthday parties filled with presents and good times.
My parents had about a dozen neighbours who in turn had at least two kids so we were a huge group of noisy/bratty/sweet/angelic/strange kids of every colour, shape and size. We girls used to stick together, along with our kid brother/sister in tow and head out to play marbles, chasing each other for no apparent reason, show off newly bought stuff - I once threw Jaya’s brand new eraser down the drain because I was so jealous!!! Poor thing cried like anything - I still feel guilty about it even now…
We were more than just neighbours forced to live next door to each other… we were like a part of a huge extended family that celebrated every festival with one another. I especially remember the wonderful Diwali times when we used to go mad bursting crackers and fireworks. The explosions that went off outside our homes made it sound as though a real war was literally going on. Christmas time used to bring in carol singers braving the cold winter night and singing beautiful hymns too.
I remember the sunny winter days where we used to gather around and have a picnic right in the front yard or sit on the long steps that led to a kid called Ubica’s house and eat oranges! Quite a unique name… wonder what it meant… We also used to hold dance shows where we showcased some of our best dancers in the neighbourhood. With me & another girl as the choreographers. I must say I have no idea what made me actually do all that….
We spent so much time of our childhood playing happily with one another that we didnt realize when it was that we grew up and by that time, we were already 16 and shifted base to all parts of the state/country. Its only now, after three whole decades do I realize what a wonderful childhood we had and what beautiful friendships we made during those precious years.
If only I could give my children (as and when, people… read on) some kind of childhood like that, I think I would have had half my job as a parent WELL DONE. To all my friends from those good old days…. thanks for making the first one and half decades of my life memorable.
If I had a chance to go back in time, I wouldnt change even one thing… except perhaps relive it happily all over again. And also not chuck Jaya’s new eraser down the drain 
The Order of Phoenix finally showed up in my local theatre (FINALLY!!!) last friday and since I couldnt watch it that weekend, I decided to take leave from work yesterday and catch the movie cause (who knows?) it might last only till this friday.
So me and my brother got ourself tickets for the 11 am show. And to my surprise, there were only FIVE people in the entire theatre including us! Three runaway school boys were seated downstairs who perhaps were only interested in smoking and there were just the two of us in the balcony!!!
The only thought I had in mind was to tell the theatre people that this is what happens when you release a movie late-late-late and still expect people to come and watch your show and that too, going by the standard rule of audiences coming in (probably) only to watch some chick(s) shaking their stuff in a corny hindi movie.
The theatre people have most probably replied like Mr. Burns - “You know Smithers, ‘I told you so’ has a brother… his name is ‘Shut the hell up!!!” 
World Champions has a nice ring to it. Inaugural world champ sounds even better. So against all odds, India wins the big one!!! So who cares if the champs had to take a back seat during the presentation ceremony in Mumbai and the front seat went to all the politicians? And the poor hockey team turns a shade pale and proceeds on a hunger strike post the reported step motherly treatment?
Although I think its downright shameful of the Modi government to remain indifferent to the Pathan brothers. What the hell! For shame.
The 20-20 world cup was a fantastic run for India. Hope the winning streak continues in spite of all the contrary comments made forth by the harbinger of doom - the one and only Mr. Navjodh Singh Sidhu.
They should win over Pakistan after three confident victories over some of the best teams in the world. Though I hope to hell they dont overdose on over-confidence. What a great match the final’s going to be! Cant wait…
… was a major yawn event stretching all the way past midnight. The remaining Indian Idol contenders and sundry performed in their sunday best except for Anu Mallik who had a silver lining to his jacket that shone and shimmered as much as a hyper active disco ball.
More irritating were the ads that kept popping up in between the finale stretching it like a magical rubber band. After three hours of waiting game, John Abraham finally raised Prashant Tamang’s hand in victory. Finally, being the operative word while we, back home already knew the result as early as 6:30 pm that evening!
I’m glad that Prashant won. Amit Paul is a fantastic singer and deserves the SX-4 too, lucky chap! Sikkim and the rest of West Bengal can finally go back to a normal life after all the frenzied SMSing and overwhelming campaigning for Prashant. I dont know if the winner knows that even in the remotest of all villages, people sold their cows & chicken and donated the money in his support.
Now what we’re all looking forward to is for Prashant Tamang to come to Sikkim and hold one of his concert here. I’m sure that’ll be an event much, much more view-worthy than yesterday’s yawn fest
This is a line from CREC that has always stayed with me:
Friday evenings are the shortest and sweetest things in the world.
TGIF.
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