Enjoying: "God loves a "trier"!"

Thinking: Oh, for the money to do what I want...

How to Annoy Me: Keep us waiting by the phone all day. You're lucky we love you. :-)

How to Charm Me: Make my chai exactly the way I like it.

How to Make Me Blush: Mention me during your sermon. :-D

Quote of the Day: Everything that is done in the world is done by hope. - Martin Luther

Reading: 'Child Labor'

Thinking: Happy "we wooped your British asses" day!

How to Annoy Me: Tell me you arranged your flair into a pair of "big girl panties" in my honor.

How to Charm Me: Engage me in conversation instead of treating me like a robot.

Quote of the Day: May the blessing of light be on you - light without and light within. May the blessed sunlight shine on you and warm your heart 'til it glows like a great peat fire. - Irish Blessing

Salu2

See The Sun - Dido

I'm comin' 'round to open the blinds
You can't hide here any longer
My God you need to rinse those puffy eyes
You can't last here any longer

And yes they'll ask you where you've been
And you'll have to tell them again and again

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Come on take my hand
We're going for a walk, I know you can
You can wear anything as long as it's not black
Please don't mourn forever
She's not coming back

And yes they'll ask you where you've been
And you'll have to tell them again and again

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Do you remember telling me you found the sweetest thing of all
You said one day of this world was worth dying for
So be thankful you knew her at all
But it's no more

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
I promise you you'll see the sun again

No ma la neta DIDO es la ley!!!

espero por fin la capten y entiendan una de las preguntas que me hacen cada semana

For me, Bent and Dusted go together...Who is Dusted? Rollo Armstrong (New Order, Pet Shop Boys, Faithless, and brother of the singer Dido) and Mark Bates (Guy Ornadel). Unfortunately, i couldn't find too many videos. The real Dusted sound is based on this angelic female voice and the dubting questions of Dido's brother. Try to find more! ("Hurt u" from the "When we were young" album) See here: http://www.last.fm/music/Dusted

an interview http://designermagazine.tripod.com/DustedINT1.html

Here's some good news to share before hitting the sack.  Dido's website just came online after a rather long hiatus, and has great news for all fans out there!!  Go read it for yourself!

Sixpence None the Richer's return is definitely a reality, now that they have announced a Christmas compilation, as well as a comback studio album that would arrive in 2009.  In fact, they have offered Angels We Have Heard on High as free download on their Myspace page.  Where did My Dear Machine go to?!

Goddamn, I'm tired...

[Duración: 3:40 minutos - Idioma: Inglés]

"White Flag" fue uno de los primeros sencillos que Dido incluyo en su álbum "Life For Rent" lanzado a mediados de septiembre de 2003. La canción alcanzó el número 1 en Australia, Alemania y en United World Chart; número 2 en el Reino Unido; número 5 en Francia y, se convirtió en uno de los veinte solos más top en Estados Unidos, alcanzando la posición número 8.

La canción fue nominada para el Best Famele Pop Vocal Perfomance (La mejor interpretación de voz femenina) en el 47° (cuadragésimo) Annual Grammy Awards (Premios Grammy Anuales)

[Aquí esta su MySpace]

Para que no me tachéis de antigualla os pongo un tema algo más moderno que los anteriores aunque ya tiene unos añitos. Pero es muy bueno.

Aquí tenéis a Dido y su Here with me en directo.

Y para el que tenga curiosidad, en la red hay alguna versión subitulada en español. La canción es del álbum No Angel (2001) y forma parte de la banda sonora de la película Love actually. Romanticota de las de verdad.

Wants to be a Hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
So let me go.

The unread book and painful look
The TV's on, the sound is down
one long pause, then you begin
Oh look what the cat's brought in
if you were a king up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own

Wants to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
So let me go, let me leave

For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking, thinking

I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
So let me go.

I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
So let me go, let me leave, let me go.

'the hunter' as performed by Dido

Like a ghost don't need a key
Your best friend I've come to be
Please don't think of getting up for me
You don't even need to speak
When I've been here for just one day
You'll already miss me if I go away
So close the blinds and shut the door
You won't need other friends anymore

Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home

If you're cold I'll keep you warm
If you're low just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home

And I arrived when you were weak
I'll make you weaker, weaker still
Now all your love you give to me

When your heart is all I need

Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home

If you're cold I'll keep you warm
If you're low just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home

Oh how quiet, quiet the world can be
When it's just you and little me
Everything is clear and everything is new
So you won't be leaving will you

Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home

If you're cold I'll keep you warm
If you're low just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home

Wird seinen Sinn haben und ich kenne ihn nicht bzw. noch nicht!

Dido - Here With Me (1999 version)

Lyrics:

I didn’t hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don’t want to move a thing
It might change my memory

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can’t hide

And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

And I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

I don’t want to call my friends
For they might wake me from this dream
And I can’t leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that’s been

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can’t hide

And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here

I won’t go
And I won’t sleep
And I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

And I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can’t hide

And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
And I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here

And I won’t go
And I won’t sleep
And I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

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Video Clip : I'm No Angel

Singer : Dido

Attaccatto al frigo c'e' sempre il cartello con le foto di tutti i gelati, i miei ricordi di ragazzino mi riportano a quando facevo scorrere il ditino sul cartello per far capire al barista quale gelato volevo. La mia scelta spesso cadeva su un classico ancora sulla cresta dell'onda il Cornetto ("cuore di panna" per gli amici) oppure su un gelato che non e' piu' in produzione, il Piedone (gelato allo stecco al gusto di fragola dalla forma inconfondibile, che oggi potrebbe essere considerato un po' "fetish").

Ed e' proprio ai gusti di questi due gelati che voglio dedicare il mio post di oggi.

Iniziamo dalla panna il gusto principale del Cornetto, il brano musicale che me la ricorda e' "White flag" di Dido :

La voce della cantante inglese e' morbida e vellutata, la melodia e' delicata e semplice, trovo che questo brano abbia decisamente un sapore di panna.

Passiamo al Piedone e quindi alla fragola, si tratta di un gusto molto dolce, "zuccheroso", il brano che ho pensato di associargli e' "Barbie Girl" degli Aqua

La mia scelta e' stata sicuramente condizionata dai colori del video, basati sul rosa (che caratterizza in genere l'immagine della famosissima bambola), inoltre il dialogo fra le due voci e' quasi "sdolcinato", ed il brano nel suo complesso mi fa pensare al gelato alla fragola, gusto che personalmente apprezzo ma che come si suol dire "dopo un po stufa" un po' come il brano degli aqua.

Detto questo vi lascio gustare con calma il Cornetto ed il Piedone e vi do appuntamento alla prossima settimana.

Ciao a tutti

Roberto

you know what I wish? I wish I was able to have more confidence in myself. it shouldn't be that hard right?  I know that I have at least a little because if I didn't I wouldn't be able to do my job properly or dance in front of people or to do well on exams in school. I guess it's only when I have to do certain tasks or it involves something new that I feel like I have no confidence. like tonight for example, I had to train someone for the first time ever, and it was just in lobby and stuff, which is really no big. but I was so worried about making sure to show them everything and to teach them properly and everything. I kept reassuring myself by telling Kim and Michelle what I was doing and having them tell me that I was doing a good job and not to worry and everything. now that I'm sitting here thinking about it, I shouldn't have to keep checking in with them. I should be able to have enough confidence in myself to know that I know what I'm talking about. I've been there for 2 years after all, and pretty much know how it all goes.

I guess this all ties into how I don't deal with change very well, which is another thing that bugs me. I realize that there are a lot of people like me who don't take change well, but I should be able to. I mean, as a person living in the age we do, change is a common thing where something new is always coming out. I don't know.. all I know is that whenever there's any kind of change in my life, it throws me off and leave me feeling uncertain, depending on how big it is. little changes are obviously easier to deal with, but big ones are a pain to deal with. maybe in time I'll learn to take change in stride instead of always wanting to resist it.

that's all that's been bugging me for the moment so I'll end it here.

The instructions were the same age old ones: "Add 1 Tea Cup water (225 ml)"

And yet, instead of looking for a Tea Cup, I preferred poring water in my usual orange coloured measuring cup till it reached the 225 ml mark!

Dumb? Or Safe? I dunno.

When it comes to cooking, I follow the instructions like they are coined by a 'know-it-all' and like Im the one whose brains have gone for a ride.

I mean, puhleaseee, what on earth is 'chavi purta meeth' (Namak: Swad anusaar / Salt to taste) ??!!

I dont have the patience to figure out all that 8)

Maybe its pretty much easy but I just dont want to!

Reason?

Its plain and clear....

I HATE COOKING!!

I simply hate cooking.

With due respect to all disciples of Sanjeev Kapoor and to all the housewives (Ooops! I mean HomeMakers! Grrrr) who 'love' cooking,  I cant hold up myself from saying that I find Cooking utterly boring and a complete waste of time.

Does that lead somebody to conclude I am less of a woman.... or that the 'Fox & the Sour Grapes' moral is applicable to me...... or simply,that I have lost it?

Fine.... go ahead.... if that makes you happy!

The fact remains that cooking bores me to death and I loathe it.

Maybe thats why, I hardly ever take that up!

Not until I am compelled to!

And being the RajKanya that I am, no person has ever or can ever 'compel' me to cook (or for that matter, to do anything!)

So here I am talking about the compelling 'circumstances'.

Like its been not even a year that I have started making Coffee. (Oops! I heard some noise. Did somebody out there fall out of the chair after reading this?!)

Why?

Simply because acads made me move out from Belgaum:from the comforts of my home and considering the fact that I stay alone in Pune, I have no option but to make it myself.

I would have chucked that too. But keeping in mind the fact that i have turned into a complete Nescafe addict over the last year, I cant do without it!

'Boiling the milk' is one activity which is a real test of my patience.

Why cant somebody invent some gadget where the boiling job will be done with in less than a minute?

I become too impatient to wait for whatever time it takes. Keeping the flame on 'low' is a complete no-no for me coz that implies more of waiting. Really doesnt matter if the utensil turns brown from below, I ensure that the flame is at its maximum! But then that requires constant attention lest the milk gets spilled. It has.... a couple of times. But then, 'couple of times' in one whole year isnt that bad!

Yucks! Why have I devoted an entire para to something as petty as that?? Maybe coz its one thing doing which gets on my nerves and yet I have to do it daily and thats why I need to give a vent to that bottled up frustration. Poor Me! LOL

Well, the fact is that I dont know to cook. Not coz I 'dont know' but simply coz I never walked that path. And I wont. Not until I can avoid. And I will see to it that I avoid that activity for as long as I can.

When Aaiju isnt in town, people are under this funny (& false!) impression that I cook for Baba. Oh what a joke? Baba will faint just by the thought of me cooking. Its as remote as the possibility of a our country sans bribery. Its Baba who, from his clinic, tells me over the phone, how much quantity of Dal/Rice I should take, the amount of water I should put in it and also in the cooker, how many 'shittya' , how much time on the low flame and when I should put it off. And the instructions are necessary even if Im doing it for the 10th time. Thats when the Varan-Bhaat is ready!

Its the same logic as kids (and even Me!) not being able to remember the year in which Akbar was born but having the lyrics of a bollywood song by heart. I cant possibly remember something that I have no interest in remembering! Baba must have got bored of the 'telephonic instructions' and so he now does it himself. And the 'ehsaanfaramosh' that I am, forget appreciating his act, I actually go on to tell him "Tu kelelya Varan Bhaata chi taste Aaiju sarkhi naste!" (D rice & dal that u cook dont seem to have the same taste as that of Aaiju's). LOL! And for the records: Like Me... Aaiju hates cooking too. So does Dido. So does Baba. Its all in the genes :D

Coming to Chapatis; whoever thinks that they have to be a perfect circle can just buzz off! As long as the taste is same, what difference does it make if they are square, triangle or of some shape that hasnt found a name yet. Husbands wanting to eat round chapatis can take the Rolling Pin in their hands and make the chapatis themselves or simply stop cribbing about the shape. But I guess I cant blame them. Coz here I see majority of females who either think that making the Chapatis round is some  distinctive quality that they posses (maybe even a pre-requiste in the 'marriage market') or they have simply given in to it with no desire to mull over the Whys and Why Nots of the shape!

I have no clue if I can make round chapatis coz I have never made any in the first place! Maybe just once or twice, I dont even remember. But yes, Im quite an expert in making(?!) a Bhakri and I do give it a go whenever I get the chances. I mean... Im given the dough rolled into a ball in my hand and I pat it with my palm to flatter it. And Voila! There it is... all flattned evenly and in a perfect round shape. Thats it and nothing more. My job ends there! I dont want to burn my hand (which I am sure I will) attempting to do the rest of the 'Bhakri making' stuff. Of course, dont ask me which flour goes into the making of a Bhakri, coz thats something Im alien to. All types of flours look the same to me!!

Cooking the stuff that we eat daily might be necessary, but its so monotonous. I dont even feel like doing it. I would rather make Cakes ! Ya, I know, "Whats the use? U cant possibly have Cakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner" is the usual reaction that i get. Fine. Its just that making cakes is something 'different' from the usual stuff and I find it interesting. And whether its a Brownie or an egg-less Vanilla cake or a Chocolate Cake, I am good at it. Of course, a few times my cake doesnt resemble a cake and is all flattened. Sometimes it looks like nothing but a pile of sweet somethings! But then, big deal! What difference does it make? Its the taste that is of utmost importance. And my folks always eat it like its the yummiest dish ever. U see.... I offer it only to those who appreciate the effort and value the taste and not to those who want it in the perfect shape and size!

When Nammu comes over, we try our hand at 'dishes' like Haraa Bharaa Kabab, Palak Rice, Hakka Noodles, Tomato Rice, and the likes. D one in the pic is the oh-so-famous Haraa Bharaa Kabab that we had prepared when we just got back from the Yellur Gad (half-way!) trip, with Nadeem as company and had then savoured its hot and spicy taste when it was literally pouring outside. No need to mention that Nammu is always the main Chef and Im just a 'limbu timbu' who does the less significant (and less boring but in no way insignificant!) stuff like mashing the peas and cutting the tomatoes. And when Baba prepares Bhel (which is simply WOW), I just do the eating. And yes, I do prepare 'Harbara chaat'! ( Baba has sent me the Harbara  by courier many a times and I have prepared the Chaat and pounced on it like a desert dweller would pounce on water. That would go into the making of another Post all-together!)

Its known to most of my relatives and friends that IF ever 'that kinda' circumstances come to the forefront, I would rather have them gift me a Full-time Cook than a car, diamonds or whatever. To those who didnt know this and know it now (Courtesy: My blog) can now note it down and remember this when the need to gift arises. All said and done, the moral of the story (this and the others that remain untold) is that I HATE COOKING.

Nothing less, nothing more. Period.

There lay beside me a box full of my favourite Arcor Butter Toffees.

I had chosen to ignore the self-diagnosed cavity developing in my left lower molar and was literally lost in the world the that the coffee filling had taken me to.

AshokBhaoji was sitting in the hall chatting with Aaiju but I hadn’t budged from my bed. I am usually found in the four walls of my room even when someone is visiting us! People have got used to it and so I continue to be kind enough to save them from the dhakka that they would get if I actually sit talking to them in the hall!

Just when I popped the one with chocolate flavour in my mouth, he stepped in my room.

When asked if the chocolates were imported, I simply nodded my head. Yes, they came all the way from Argentina!

He asked me if I would mind offering him two of them.

Of course I didn’t. But how I wished that it would have stopped at that.
He went on to say “If these happen to be ur fav chocolates, where would those ‘Limlet chya goLya’ stand in comparison?!”

Limlet chya goLya! I simply dote on them. The tiny crescent shaped orange coloured candies that look like a slice outta an Orange. The ones that are priced at 50 paise each.

AshokBhaoji happens to be one of those couple of acquaintances who get those for me when visiting our home.

I felt embarrassed and sad all at once with his reaction.

Because no ‘imported’ chocolate can promise the affection that comes along with the Limlet Golya that people get for me without fail.

No toffee made in Argentina, US or Timbaktu can excite me the way those Orange Limlet wrapped in a tiny paper torn out of a used notebook or newspaper do.

They are irreplaceable and beyond comparison :)

There are some things that money cant buy.

And then there are some which very little money can buy and yet are way ahead of those that come with a heavy price tag.

Though its equally true that Im quite extravagant when it comes to Shopping, I seem to be a ardent fan and loyalist of such things of which Limlet chya Golya top the list.

These teeny weeny goodies that come cheap cater not just to ur taste buds but to ur mind as well.... they offer something called 'contentment'.

Kalabai always used to get those NP Bubble Gums for me & Dido.

Sometimes it used to be Loco Poco or any other Chewing Gum that wouldn’t cost more than half a Rupee.

This tradition has been going on since almost 20 years. (Just that now I get to eat Dido's share too!)

In between she started getting Boomer or Center Fresh.

We protested!!

They didnt even come close to the taste promised by the 50 paise ones. They really didn’t.

So she went back to getting Loco Poco and the likes for us. Thankfully :)

Another such ‘teeny weeny goody’ is the Jigali.

Ah! My mouth is watering just with the thought of it!

The other day I happened to ask for it at the Pan Shop in the small lane that connects College Road to my school MVM.

The same box like shop coloured in blue (and later repainted in paroot green) of which we used to be regular customers for years together when in school. (We still are!)

It was the same ‘Mama’, albeit with a few gray streaks in his hair, who told me with a smile that Jigali wasn’t available.

I was rather sad.

Jigali is our all-time favourite..... esp. Jigali from that shop!

For those who have no clue what Im talking about, I can only try to describe what Jigali is all about!

Its about one TbSpoon of think paste made from ripe tamarind, jaggery, chilli powder and salt... and then stuck to that typical tiny wooden-like ice-cream spoon. You are supposed to lick it like a Lollipop!

Back then, one Jigali spoon costed 25 paise and we used to buy worth a Rupee at a time, more so during our Games period when we managed to snoop outta the school gate.

The price hasn’t changed much…..nor has the taste.

Not to forget, the ‘back to childhood’ feeling that it offers is free of cost :)

Some day in this March, when we were walking down Khade Bazar, with 3 bags in each hand, in the midst of our shopping spree it, I realised that my mouth was dry and I wanted to eat something.

Filling my stomach wasnt the aim, satisfying my taste buds was.

I noticed a Pan Shop (Better know as 'Panpatti!) with glass jars lined up.... selling stuff, mostly confectionery, that isnt usually bought by the so-called 'respectable people' in the society who find it much below their dignity.

I almost pulled Nammu there and asked her to help me decide what I could buy!

Before she could do that, I saw a glass jar filled with Chakalis.

They looked tempting to the then hungry Me and almost seemed to call out "Come..eat us!"

I asked the rate and didnt know how to react when I was told "One Chakalifor 50 paise".

Whoa! Didnt know one could buy a Chakali this way.

I bought just one. It tasted great with a capital G.

I guess the 'contentment' was more than visible on my face which led the shopwaala to remark "I had told u. They are good"

They indeed were. No wonder I asked him to give me 10 Rs worth of Chakalis.

He packed them in some Gutka or Agarbatti brand plastic bag and our taste buds were kept happy for the rest of the shopping spree :)

Come to think of it, such Pan shops  have never failed to catch our attention..... right from the days when we were kids..... till date.

Theres one such tiny shop in Ramdev Galli, which used to be pass by while returning from our "Income Tax" tutions in B.Com Final year.

Me & Nammu's visit to it always used to make quite a few heads turn in our direction. We hardly cared.

The Pan shop owner too, initially, used to be amused to have two decent looking college gals in the list of his customers, which used to be dominated by either school kids or road-side taporis or old men.

Our frequent visits, though, reduced his amusement to Zero eventually.

He must have concluded that we are either crazy or too small for our age. We didnt care about that either.

We were only interested in the that glass jar which used to be filled to the brim with..... well..... Lollipops!

Oh yes.... Lollipops!  Whoever thinks that Lollipops are for kids can buzz off or get themselves checked by a geriatrician.

We love Lollipops.....we will continue to eat them.

Well, theres something called 'Not letting the child in you die' and this is just one of the things that we do to ensure we dont!

Believe me, though it was priced at a petty sum of Rupee 1, it tasted WOW!

And we always made sure we chose and picked two Green and two Orange :)

I can go on an make a list of such teeny weeny goodies that have joined hands (permanently so) with my taste-buds.

The 50ps, 1 Re & 2 Rs (Brown, Green & White coloured, respectively) Candies that we still love to hog on at the 'Haatgaadi' beside New-Grand.... which we get to see very rarely these days.

The colourful Badishep Golya Packet that we buy from Vividh Stores (Beside Vrindavan Hotel) in Ramdev Galli. (Me & Dido used to literally divide the Golya from the entire packet one by one!)

The 'tikhat meeth laavlele Peru' (Guava) from the road side gaadis. (Ate it yday itself, just outside Bangalore's Shoppers Stop, for Rs. 2.50!)

The list is never-ending....

And it never will end.

Coz these mouth-watering teeny weeny 'cheap' goodies are priceless. My taste buds have got addicted to them.

And old habits dont die soon.

Atleast in this case, I wont let them :)

Time to say "Auf Wiedersehen".

My taste-buds are calling out to me again.

Aaiju has prepared 'Shevgya chya Shengan chi Aamti' (Curry with Drumsticks. LOL!)

Baba can finish the Aamti..... I am only intersted in the Shenga.

The Varan-Bhaat, Shevgyachya Shenga, Couch and TV combo.

Priceless :) :)

And the purpose of the call was two-fold

One: To lemme know that when I land in Belgaum after 2 days, a 32" LG LCD Television will be waiting for me!! (Wowwwwwwwwwwwww!!)

Two: To have my parents reprimand me for my 'Gairwartan' aka misbehaviour! (Hahahahaha! LOL! ROFL!!)

The first thing was made known to me by Aaiju in a rather matter-of-fact tone, with a post-script that read "Baba is lost in discovering the new found Gadget"! No surprise there. While he is the one who 'studies' any new Gizmo that has found its way in our home, Im the one who jumps at it in the first go!

The second thing was rather funny...for all of us; more for me though. So I had a good laugh at the so-called reprimand (which was not even the R of it!). It was about me having mentioned to Kaku yesterday over the phone that I will be going for a movie tonight with Tejas, about she having passed on this to my parents in a way akin to 'I thought it was my duty to let u know that.....' , about my parents having heard that in a way they would hear things like "Anuya brushed her teeth today", about they having mentioned that to me casually and about me having a mighty laugh at it :D

Sometimes some things make me laugh my heart out and make me mad all at once! And a majority of these things are those about which everybody other than my parents have a problem or are concerned about! Great going people! Keep dong that if u feel good about it or u think u owe it to my parents or u think im commiting some blunder. The only thing that will ensue out of all this is that Aaiju-Baba will tell u "Yes, we already know that". And then be happy about the "aamba padla" that happened to u. LOL

I dont know whats such a big deal about going for a night show with one of the quite a few guy-friends that I have. Infact, its such a petty thing I dont even feel the need to 'announce' this before Aaiju-Baba. Its a routine thing, not some 'event'! Thankfully for me, they think on the same lines! I guess they have got used to the society talking about and the people of Belgaum (and everywhere!) telling them about their daugthers who have 'so many guy friends' and about having seen me or Dido with some guy in a Restaurant, on the bike, in the car, in the theatre..... whereever!

 But the good thing is that they always know who I am with and where I am. Even if, at times, I havent told them about these 'events' explicitly, they know all d guys who I am friends with and they can gauge who I would be with and where I would be and when! And thats exactly the reason why I care a damn about what the society thinks about me, what rumours the people float, what conclusions they love to reach and what kind of fuss they love making out of it! As long as Aaiju-Baba are fine with what I do and trust me....nothing else matters. Everybody else's opnions and conclusions and talks and suggestions and comments and criticisms mean NOTHING to me.

NOTHING.

Dido

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life