Emotions

Enslaved, I give in...
my eye lids close in unison
as I let myself wallow
in the euphony
that echoes in the
the labyrinths of
my ear.

Savoring the rhythm
resonating to the
beats of my heart,
an obscure smile
makes way
onto my vacuous face
(a smile erupts
on my face)

Overpowered
by emotions
I let go as
my body sways and
my mind wanders
into a world
of fantasy.

Tarazu Aka Flattery!!!

You might be wondering where on earth did I get a word like "tarazu" or "taraju". Those who are fluent in Hindi would be quick to comprehend the meaning as scale or balance but what has that got to do with flattery is something most of you might be wondering about.

To break the suspense, tarazu is the the colloquial term for "pickup lines" used by guys to hit on girls. Well, it definitely was new info for me too. So all those insane , inane and candied cliches that mock at your intelligence and force your gray cells to behave like suicide bombers form taraazus...

I had a discussion on the usage of such banalities and surprisingly, the result was unianimous support for them by both the the guys and girls..:(

Imagine a scenario like the one mentioned below.
A guy and a girl are going for a movie. Obviously they have a slight crush on each other. The guy tries to open a can of Pepsi for the girl and in the process ends up having a cut on his thumb. The girl asks him whether he is ok. And the guy shows her the drop of blood thats oozing(that too with a lot of difficulty) from his finger, points it to her forehead ,essaying the action of a filmi hero trying to put sindoor on the heroines forehead, and cracks the dialog "Bhar doo??" (Rough English translation would be "shall I fill your forehead with sindoor"?) , To me, this is a scene which would be howled at even teh worst of theatres but guess what.. The gal was impressed and trust me shes not the dumb blonde(no racism intended).

What I have been trying to portray is the fact that however dumb they may sound, girls like to be wooed. They love the attention, they love when people do crazy things for them, includes completely worn out dialogues like the one I mentioned above too. And guys, if you want to get a few girls, start practising your tarazus and wait for the right opportunity to whip it across and gain your reward:D

Starting my diary entries

I have been telling myself that I would start keeping a diary entry in my blog for sometime now. Being the lazy soul that I am , it wouldn't surprise anyone that it took me nearly an year to get started. So here I am , finally setting out and hoping that I would continue to blog on a daily basis here. Wish me luck and hope my procrastinating nature isn't planning to take revenge soon:)

Boring Weekend

Had a pretty boring weekend. My parents left to Kuwait on Saturday night from Cochin. I was stuck at my home in Bangalore and ended up wasting the weekend watching two boring IPL matches and reading a couple of books. Both of them were casual reads which would fit the bill in terms of killing your boredom but not something which would influence you or make you stretch your gray cells.

The first book, "I too had a love story" does tug at your heart string at times and when you realize its a sort of autobiography written as a novel, you finish the book with a heavy heart.At least I did. I am sure a lot of girls would really dig this book as the main story is engulfed in a typical mushy love story setup. The author has written it sincerely and in a realistic fashion and hence doesn't make you feel like its a drag.

The other book, "Of course I love you, till I find someone else" is a masala packed Indian story with a bit of everything. It revolves around the college life and the relationships of the main character, and of course his sex life.
My verdict on this one is that if you are dead bored and have nothing else to do, you could pick up this book from the stands.