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Awards Night!

Till two days ago, I was just another blogger in this WordPress world of super-awesome bloggers!

What’s changed?

Two of my fellow bloggers found me to be brilliant enough to be awarded with the “Sunshine award” and the “Versatile Blogger award”. I cannot tell you how happy, privileged, honoured and absolutely gracious I am to you, Purrfect Girl and Indian Humour!

Before you go on with my rant about how joyous I am, please do check their blogs which have been beautifully endowed with marvellous words and creative and, often, thought-provoking ideas!

These awards come along with some rules, like all other good things.

1. Answer 10 Questions which I answer.

2. Thank the person who nominated you.

3. Nominate 10 deserving blogs.

4. Place the award on the blog.

1. Favourite food: I love salads! And if that’s not food for you then dishes from Indian, Italian, Mexican and Chinese cuisines will do.

Psst :  Burmese Khowsuey? Love that too!

2. Favourite actor :  Kajol, Aamir Khan, Dhanush, Julia Roberts, Sandra Bullock, DiCaprio.

New find : Siddarth Malhotra!

3. Favourite TV show: Castle! And Friends. And Sarabhai vs. Sarabhai. And a little known one called Special Squad.

4.  Favourite Tear Jerker: Little Women! Jo should have given Laurie a chance, at least!

5. Favourite sport: Badminton and Cricket. Play one, watch one. Though I did play cricket when I was in school, but then … Nah…

6. Lucky Number: Don’t know why but of late I think it is 7. Harry Potter got to do anything with that? Who knows?

7. Tea or Coffee: Coffee. Just ‘cuz the other option is Tea.

8. Holiday: The Pujas in Calcutta!

9. Twitter or Facebook: Facebook, over Twitter. 140 characters is too less for me. :p

10. Favourite Christmas Movie: Home Alone! I know that’s not the normal choice, but well, when have my choices been normal?

Rule 1 — Followed!

See, I thanked them above, so…

Rule 2 — Followed!

And the nominations are :

http://epiphanyinthecacophony.wordpress.com/

http://girlonthecontrary.com/

http://justspokenthoughts.wordpress.com/ (He may not have written for a long time now, but still… Check him out, you’ll be floored!)

http://goingbeyondthepages.wordpress.com/

http://girlseule.wordpress.com/

Rule 3 — Followed!

And Rule 4 followed too!

Graciously Yours!

P.S: Keep the love coming! 😀 And I will soon add more to the nominations…

Maneka’s Magical Mammals!

Flipping through old pictures, often brings back those breathtaking moments which make you what you are. Here's one of mine :

I was 16 and scared of dogs. I had been sent to interview Maneka Sorcar, a magician herself and the daughter of one of the best magicians in India and a very respected figure in the lanes and by-lanes of Calcutta, P.C. Sorcar Jr. Their house is placed in one of those narrow alleys of Calcutta which contributes to the city’s old world charm.
Having made an appointment for 1 o’ clock in the afternoon I had reached their doorstep by 12:55 p.m. sharp. I thought it would be more impressive to make an early entry. So I rang the bell and was let in. I was asked to proceed to the first floor and the minute I put my foot on the first stair, I heard a bark. Mind you, for me it was like a sharp and loud roar! The housekeeper saw me jump (almost) and assured me that it was a friendly pet somewhere at the back of the house. More than the pet being friendly, it being somewhere at the back of the house reassured me! I made my way up the stairs and waited in the designated room for Maneka. I was in awe of their beautiful house and also the fact that I was in the house of magicians! C’mon, I was aware of and in love with Harry Potter’s world!

After a short while, Maneka came in for the interview. She was nothing like the pictures I had seen of her on the Internet! She was so much more lovely to look at and less sorceress type. Halfway through the questions, she probably had to go out to attend a call or something (some parts of the meeting have fudged up in my brains). So, I sat reading my running notes and adding bits and pieces here and there, when all of a sudden I heard a growl behind me. I turned to see a HUGE dog standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit. The first floor grilled window didn’t count. And when I say huge, I mean it was as tall as a sitting me. I don’t know where I got the strength, but I just sat still. Not paralytic or shocked-still, more like maybe-it-won’t-bother-me-if-I-stay-still. And you know what it did? It came towards me and started LICKING my hands. I should have freaked out, screamed, run away or maybe fainted, but you know what I did? I smiled. Of course I was still wary of the dog, but there was something mesmerizing about the moment! Okay, reads cliched but I can’t give you anything better. My hands and feet both had been licked by now. And behind the huge one, I noticed there was a smaller dog wagging its tail and looking up at me with such enchantingly innocent eyes, as if trying to settle my adrenalin-pumped blood. While I kept gazing at the little one, fascinated, the other one started inching itself closer to my face. Now, I was uncomfortable! And that’s when Maneka, oblivious of my fear but acutely aware of my discomfort walked in the room and gently took the dogs away from me. The rest of the interview sailed through with the dogs making themselves comfortable on the floor, near her feet, sometimes near mine. And I didn’t mind at all.

Before leaving, I couldn’t resist requesting Maneka to click a picture of mine with her adorable and friendly pets! This is one of the best clicks :

With Polo and Puchi.
With Polo and Puchi.

And, I swear, that day onwards, I haven’t been afraid of dogs. Every time I see a dog licking, I think of Polo and wagging tails remind me of Puchi. That was an exceptionally incredible and extremely rare afternoon and nothing less. Magic does exist. Period.

Graciously Yours!

What’s been your magical moment?

At peace within.

 

 

Her petite frame stood by the window, the hands outstretched to feel the torrential rains pour down on her palms.

He went and held her by the waist, nestling her back into his arms.

They stood like that for ages it seemed. The chill in the air, peace in her breaths, the sound of the claps followed by her slightest shudders, brought him still closer to her. 

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and took her hand and slipped on the ring.

“Marry me, will you?”

He felt the sharp intake of breath, goosebumps run all over her while the skies lit up in full approval!

With quivering lips, a heart thudding out of her chest, she turned to bury her face in his torso. 

The tears welled in her eyes. They flowed down to his heart, as the nurse came in and said, “The patient needs to rest. She has her last chemo tomorrow.”

Graciously Yours!

Courage does not come with age.

She sat quietly in the corner of the class. At the edge of the seat. She was staring at the blackboard in front of her, thoughts wandering elsewhere. The teacher was writing in white. Her classmates were copying. Her partner nudged her out of her reverie, beckoned her to scribble along.

Continue reading Courage does not come with age.

Where the heart speaks more than the mind…

Writing has always been a passion for me… Playing with words, delving into thoughts, exploring new waves of emotions… that’s more of my style!

My happier times have probably been spent penning down those happy memories… This blog will see it all — happiness, dejection, anger, love, friendship, frustration, elation, success, failure, joys, dreams, inspirations… The bare emotions of a young Indian heart. 

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To a new beginning!