Liebster Blog Award….!!!!!

Since all my guests have left and the wedding is over, I’m back to my world of peace, stories, fiction, sweet darkness and blogging. Its funny how comforting and sweet darkness and aloofness feels when I’m choking on pretenses among people who love me but don’t really know me.

Before I took the break I was awarded Liebster Blog Award nomination by lovely and super strong Jack Joseph’s Mom. I want to thank her for considering me worthy of the nomination and for being so kind. Jack’s Mom taught me loving what you lost is okay no matter if you are the only one grieving, no matter how much time it has been.

So thank you for the nomination my friend.

Rules are simple, say 11 things about yourself, answer 11 questions that have been asked by the person who nominated you and award the nomination to 11 people while creating 11 new questions for the nominees.

Okay here are the 11 things about me:

1-      I have always been tomboyish and now that I look back I don’t think I ever thought I would own green, purple, white and electric blue pants. I wore nothing but blue denim and thought anything else was weird.

2-      I can’t give up on coffee and junk food even though I was once hospitalized because of these things

3-      I believe I have a split personality or something because I’m always a different person when I’m with people and a different person when I’m alone.

4-      I lie a lot to people I love because it’s easy to lie than explain why I’m being difficult sometimes

5-      I can’t stop having dreams where my Snowy comes back to me, had the first one the very next night of his demise

6-      I think I will get a Tattoo soon, hopefully very soon

7-      I want to win NanoWriMo for once

8-      I want to meet MegRyan just once or Winona Ryder

9-      I hated the very first cup of coffee of my life, hated it big time

10-   I once wrote a play, which was chosen for the annual day event of our school. I also played a role in my own play. That was the first biggest achievement of my life where I felt proud of me, because I have always believed I’m the black sheep of the family.

11-   I wish to be born as a singer in my next birth

 

Now the questions asked to me by Jack Joseph’s Mom

  1. What gets you up in the morning?

Earlier it used to my love my dog but now it’s my Alarm and my mom. If it was up to me I wouldn’t get up before 12 because I don’t like my work anymore.

  1. If you could go anywhere, anywhere, where would you go?

Ireland for many reasons and one of them being the movies I have seen

  1. If you saw a vehicle accident – would you stop?  Why or why not?

I have tried to stop once when I saw one but by the time I came to halt I was far and had so much of traffic behind me. So I pulled aside and tried to see if the guy was okay and when I saw he was and people were helping him, I drove away because it was way too difficult for me to go back with the traffic and it being the one way lane.

  1. What is your most played song on your iPod (or whatever you listen to music on)?

I have blackberry phone my only access to music and I don’t know what the most played song is. You got me thinking, because I listen to songs all day while I’m working, even when I’m home and trying to work out, even now when I’m blogging and sometimes I listen to it while trying to sleep. All day I’m on my phone but I don’t know which song I listen to the most. Maybe For You by Angus and Julia. I think.

  1. What is your favorite way to exercise?

Rope Skipping

  1. If you could choose to be a certain age forever, what would it be and why?

I am scared of growing old but I don’t know which age I want to stop aging at.

  1. What would be your first purchase if you won the lottery?

If I win a lot of it like crazy lot of it I would buy a car for my brother. He is crazy and irritating and we fight a lot but I would still buy him a nice sexy car, because I know it would make him ultra happy. If I win not that much, then I would probably buy a bigger place for my parents. I know they don’t like this small apartment that much.

If only I was rich enough to buy them a bigger place.

  1. What celebrity do you get mistaken for?

No one but I would love to imagine myself as MegRyan or Avril Lavigne.

  1. What is the hardest thing you ever had to do?

Say goodbye to my Snowy. He died on 1st of March right in front of me in my bed. He was ill, in pain and died and there was nothing I could do. When I touched him, he had stopped breathing and he felt cold like he was no longer there. I can’t get over that day. I miss him so badly and it kills me when I enter home after a long day because he is no longer there to hug me, welcome me and tell me I was missed.

  1. What would be your most perfect meal?  Not just breakfast, lunch or dinner… but what would be on the plate/table.

If I have to name an Indian dish I would say Kadi Chawal with pickle and if I have to name universal one then its Pasta anyday…Pasta with mushroom would be great.

  1. What is your most favorite memory?

So many of them. My interview day has to be the winner for now. My Team Lead welcomed me inside the interview room with a smile and I realized there is nothing to be afraid of. Since then she has not only become my mentor my best friend but my sister too. And this job made me grow up as a person, learn things, become independent and see pride in my parent’s eyes even though it’s a small job. That day is memorable for it became the door to many amazing days.

Now people I want to nominate:

http://transcendingbordersblog.wordpress.com/

http://rumpydog.com/

http://acflory.wordpress.com/

http://talesoftwistedfibers.wordpress.com/

http://starsrainsunmoon.com/

http://dinktography.wordpress.com/

http://howanxious.wordpress.com/

http://depressedpessimist.wordpress.com/

http://ilikephotoblog.wordpress.com/

http://dreamingabouteveryday.wordpress.com/

http://cricketmuse.wordpress.com/

My 11 questions:

Friends or The Big Bang Theory or How I Met Your Mother? What’s your pick?

Do you judge people based on their country or religion?

Are you a morning person or night owl?

What was the craziest profession you had on your mind as a kid?

Beatles or Beiber? What you prefer?

Do you read news everyday?

What’s your favourite crazy fun thing to do when by yourself?

Do you enjoy going out without umbrella in rain?

If left alone in a big shopping mall with lots of money, what would you buy clothes or gadgets? You cant have both.

Have you ever made a mix tape?

What’s your favourite book?

 

 

 

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Painted so blue, wish i knew the reason too…!!!!

I want to watch a movie that I have already seen before, any movie would do but I have none because I lost all my movies when my laptop’s drive crashed. So here I am just wishing I had copied them in a pen drive for a day like today.

You know what’s my favorite place? My car. It’s the only place I feel better. Today I didn’t wanted to come home, no I wasn’t thinking of running away, I just wanted to drive around little more. The distance between my work place and my house is like 5 or 8 minutes. Driving was calming me down but I realized I was almost home, so I took a U-turn and decided to take a long cut. I drove back to one of my favorite shops near my office, bought me something to eat and came back home.

When I’m home I’m stressed and worried, when I’m at work I’m lost and bored; my car is the only place right now where I feel safe.

To be honest I have no idea why am on verge of crying, really have no idea or maybe I do. Even a tiny incident with ability to make me sad magnifies when my mind is all sleep deprived. Maybe that’s what it is. My inability to process things correctly because my mind is all sleep deprived.

One more day left before I can throw away my pretenses and sulk in my room.

If only I was just another regular 27 year old girl but I’m not. I’m freaking messed up, immature, crappy 27 year old who likes to dream with her eyes open because the one she sees when asleep only show her the reality of things.

I know what I need. I need to sleep. I need to stop killing my mind.

Before I leave: here is an amazing amazing performance by David Garrett. Man! He is good.

Dominique and Kristine…!!!!

It was raining that day and i got late from recording that night. In a short span of 5 months, i had managed to find myself a job as a guitarist and even got a place in this small music band of 3 people. I considered it my luck that Ron Outen was present in the club when i sang my first karaoke solo at the pub i was working at. He asked me to come and meet his friends, we did few songs together and in 2 days they called me to tell me they want me to join their band. “The Chains” was what we they called themselves and it was a small size band looking for gigs at bars or pubs or weddings. I was smiling thinking about my luck, when i thought i heard a crash somewhere ahead. I drove ahead and knew i was about to witness an accident. I jumped from my bike and ran towards the car that had crashed in to the bridge’s pillar. That’s when i saw her for the first time, lying unconscious with her head titled and blood coming from her right temple

“Hello? Hey are you okay?” i shouted as i wasn’t sure if she could hear me. She smelled of alcohol and something else that i couldn’t recognize.

“My scarf” she said with her eyes half-open. She wasn’t hurt much but she could barely stand on her own.

“Scarf?” i looked inside the car and found nothing. I looked around and there was a green scarf lying next to the front tire. I got the scarf and then helped her out of the car. I made her sit on the pavement far from the car, as i didn’t know if the car was going to explode. I was expecting it to go into flames anytime and kept telling myself it just happens in movies relax. I then went back to the car looking for a bag, a wallet or anything that would tell me her name. Her bag was stuck under the airbag and it took me five minutes before i could get it out. Everything felt like a scene from movies and i wasn’t sure what to do next. I thought of taking her to a hospital but she looked okay to me, so i thought about calling someone from her phone but i wasn’t sure for how long would i be able to keep us here under rain. So i went back to her

“Hey what’s your name?” i asked but got no reply. She was heavily drunk and probably didn’t even know that she was in an accident. Shit! Now what? Okay time for some action Dom.

“Hey Ron” i knew Ron was the only person who could help at this hour. Ron sounded sleepy and worried because he wasn’t sure why was i calling him so late. I told him i needed little favour and asked him to search for phone number of a mechanic or car tolling company. After 10 minutes i had the number i needed. I made a call and asked them to pick a car from the bridge and gave them my address. I knew now what i had to do; only problem was that my co passenger was drunk. I ran towards my bike and parked it next to her. I tied the scarf to her and hung the bag over her neck and then helped her on to the bike in front of me. She sat facing me, almost sleeping with her head on my shoulders and her arms crossing my neck, while I drove slowly in the rain towards my apartment. My mind was racing with possible outcome of what I just did. You could get arrested for kidnapping or driving like this I reminded myself. The only thing that was in my favour was the fact that it was too late for me to find cops on road and my apartment was only 10 minutes away.

Once inside, I gave her my bed and bandaged her bleeding temple. I was too tired to do anything else or think of calling her friends or family. Kicking my shoes away I fell onto the couch and slept.

I woke to a phone call from Ron asking if I was okay. He was concerned about my calling him so late and asking for a car toll company.

“Yes, I’m fine” I yawned “Ron when is the next jam?” I was hoping he would say not today, but he didn’t. “Sure I will be there at 6. Thanks again”. I hung up and looked around and saw that she was still asleep.

I think i didnt get my “its Monday” memo…i found myself dancing…!!!!

I refuse to believe religion says hurt someone, I refuse to accept difference based on color and caste, brown black or white, rich or poor and I refuse to support words like “this is so gay”. Because no one has right to hurt someone they don’t know, someone they never met or someone who hasn’t done anything to them personally. Don’t ask me why I wrote this but something just made me so angry. Human beings are crazy people, we do not care if we hurt others   based on our judgements because as long as the bullet is going on the other end who cares. I wonder if I ever said something racial or judgmental to anyone ever, maybe I did after all I am a human too.

Anyhow, let’s not go there. I’m already mad at the event.

So it was a weird day, because it was a Monday and yet I was in a joyful mood all day. It wasn’t just a Monday, it was also another day with no Blackberry services, yet I was all lively and cheerful. Sometimes I can scare myself; such actions freak me out.

Fortunately the day wasn’t that busy and exhausting, it was, but not like last week. Last week’s madness was too much just consumed me.

Not only was I cheerful I found  myself dancing to the song playing on my phone, as I tried to make one of my legendary cappuccinos in my kitchen after dinner. That’s when I was even more shocked. Weird so weird. But awesome too. I think I can do with such crazy happy days where I’m smiling for no reason. Actually I think I know why I was smiling but I rather not take that in account or else I will jinx it.

That’s what im talking about…this was me..except i have short hair and my kitchen was a mess..

Finally I have said goodbye to my mobile phone company and in one week my new connection will start.

Few days back my friend and I were coming back from city, when some crazy guys tried to scare us by driving their car too close and then they overtook us smiling and laughing. My friend got super mad, showed the guy a finger and he stopped his car and came asking why we did that and how dare we did that. She and he had an argument, but because of the traffic he had to drive away. We too went our way, but I wasn’t sure it was right on her part. I mean guys can be super dogs at times and I know they were doing all this intentionally and we could have got hurt the way they almost tried to crash into our car but. My friend and I had a healthy argument and debate, she did accept my theory on why she shouldn’t have done that but she had her own reasons. It’s not that we are grown ups and we shouldn’t act like that, it’s that I think people enjoy attention and that’s why they do crazy stuff and by responding to them we only give them the rush they want.

I don’t know I’m not sure, because while I wasn’t supporting her that day for her action I remember doing the same back in college when I had my scooter and there was this old guy trying to irritate me by driving his scooter close to me and slowing down when I slowed down and speeding up if I tried to speed up.

Once I even tried to race against some guys who were honking at my scooter for no reasons when they knew I was stuck in jam and couldn’t give them way. That was a crazy day, I was so irritated that I used my hand to tell them if they want they can fly cause I’m not moving and the moment I got a way I  drove so fast because I didn’t wanted them to overtake me. I was like “I aint letting them go ahead of me”. Yep I was a crazy person once. 😛 . I still end up laughing at my own stories. Best part, wait for it, I am racing against them and I m winning despite the fact that they had a car and I was on my scooter. I reach a place where my scooter starts slowing down down down and it stops and I realize “fck I am out of fuel”. Yes it was hilarious I was laughing, those guys were laughing and I ended up calling my brother to get me some fuel from a nearby petrol station.

Maybe I have changed as a person because I would never do all these things ever. I rather let stupid guys be stupid and give them a way. I don’t have that much of stamina to tell them how idiotic it is to act like crazy on road.

P.S I do not mean to be offensive. I’m talking incident based and I do not mean all guys are stupid.  Only few maybe, I don’t know most of them, you can find them on roads with big cars gifted by their rich parents.

Hey Dude, stop or we will…….BANG…Nevermind..!!!!

It was just a crazy day, super crazy, because i banged my car into another car and its all dented and sad looking scene. It was a crazy scene, everything happened so slowly reminding of the scene from Twilight book where the author Stephenie Meyer describes Bella’s accident in a slow motion. Im driving thinking something, but i had my eyes on the road. There is this car right in front of me and so im super slow, suddenly this car on the turn starts coming towards me and it keeps coming and im like “okay he will stop, okay he will stop,, hey stop, hey,  hey DUDDEE…BANG”   😦

 
So i get out and turn into this she-HULK because i was just hit by a car for no reason.  Well we go into an argument, luckily a nice angel god-sent man was standing there when it happened and he came forward to fight for me.

 
The Driver: Okay okay let’s settle this peacefully
The Angel Man: why don’t you both park your car to the side of the road…
Me: O feck my car keys and phone
Both the men: what happened?
Me: I locked myself out of my car..Dammit

 
Yes, that happened. Not only did i end up in a stupid accident for no fault of mine, i also left my keys and my phone inside the car. Now i don’t have any number with me. I can’t call my office to tell them am stuck will be late or call my home and ask for the car keys. Luckily i was on my way to my friend’s house and she came to my rescue.


It was a horrible afternoon. Just horrible. I’m thankful to god for keeping me safe and making sure there was a nice guy right there when i needed a support, but I’m also super sad for my car. Luckily no one at my home is mad at me for denting my new car. I thought i was going to get in trouble , but  nice thing happened  nobody said a thing. Phew! Saved.
But my car. Now im back on my scooter for few days.

 
Okay, so let’s talk about something else before i go all emotional again. I thought i would finish my book in 2 or 3 days but, well guess what, i left the book in between and started with another. The book i was reading was a Rizzoli and Isles series by Tess Gerritsen, its fine but I’m getting all confused with the story and so i decided to take a break. Great i can’t even mange to finish one book.  But i am glad i started with Harry Potter, it’s awesome.

Today, im going to leave you guys with one of my favorite Ellen video because i think she is awesome. And the video is super funny and always cracks me up and i think i needed to watch it today.

Little wants to meet Amelia…!!!!

Leaving the voices in my head and my love gone wrong for Gotham City, today I want to talk about something that is real and more exciting. I once read this interview of some actor and one of the question in the fun interview was “name 3 people you want to meet from history?” and since then I have had my list ready, in case (no I do not wish to rule Hollywood, I cant…they have Meg Ryan) someone asks me the same question on some random day of random month, before crazy Mayans kill the world. O by the way, if that happens am going to be really mad at Mayans, because there are things that I have to do and apparently there are not enough years left. Dammit!!

Back to my answer to the question, well I have always been fascinated with mysteries specially the real life one. So, i have some real good names ready.

Person asking the question: So, Little who are the 3 people you want to meet from past?

Me (excited because this time I have the answer): Lady Dianna, George Mallory and Amelia Earhart

Person asking the question: Wow! That’s an interesting answer…

Me (interrupting): oh oh oh can i also add Anne Frank pleaseeeee

Person asking the question: Little we need only 3 names

Me (interrupting): Oh oh oh and Jack from titanic if he is for real. Is he?

Person asking the question: Like I said, only 3 names and I’m not sure if Jack is rea…

Me (interrupting): And i want to know who the hell is Jack the Ripper…also Neil Armstrong

Person asking the question (shocked): Oh My God, he is alive…

Me (interrupting): Is he? Sorry.  Okay, Can I add Hitler and Osama to the list? I know they are the bad guys, but maybe I can stop them using my super powers.

Person asking the question (Shot himself or asked his boss for a transfer to North Pole)

Me (Still thinking with my one eye closed, unaware of the absence of the interviewer): and who else? Maybe the first person to make Denims, best thing ever..And maybe…

Yes, when I decided I will tell you about 3 people I want to meet I actually went on a train of thoughts about who else can I add, despite knowing that I need only 3 names. See I can add my touch of twisted-ness (am pretty sure there is no such word) everywhere, even in a post as simple as talking about Amelia Earhart.

Truth is today I read this wonderful news related to the search for Amelia Earhart’s crashed Lockheed plane which vanished somewhere above Pacific Ocean, with Amelia and her co partner Fred Noonan on board. I have been fascinated with Amelia’s story for long now. Fact that she is a true super woman who made her name in the world of Men when people never thought women can do much. She flew solo, made records and made Press and Media go gaga over her.

I saw ‘Night at the Museum’ and I was like dude who is this woman, then I download movie Amelia, read the book on her and googled on her. I even found out conspiracy theories on her being captured by Japanese or her changing identities to live as someone else. Crazy things can be found on a simple story, I tell you. Anyhow, I was really amazed by her courage and style and was sad that a person so awesome died with no on knowing what really happened.

So when I read that they have found piece of a cream Jar that resembles to one Amelia had, I stumbled upon the TIGHAR project set up to find Amelia’s lost plane. They have been collecting huge amount of money to get the hi-tech equipment for a deep underwater search of the area where the experts believe the crash took place. On 75th anniversary of the last flight, TIGHAR will go on the search with Discovery filming the whole operation. This is even better than Titanic search, because everyone knew what happened to Titanic.

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Also, George Mallory is another mystery that fascinates me. Everything from his courage, his love for his wife, his passion for climbing to the unanswered question “did he or did he not make it to Mt.Everest?”…everything makes me want to time travel on the last day when he took his steps towards Mount Everest. The book “Paths of Glory” is something, I believe, everyone must read.

And, of course everyone knows why I would want to go back to past to meet Lady Di.

Dreams..!!

Everyone has dreams, everyone. And I’m not talking about the passion or goal of life kind of dream, I’m talking about the real ones that we see when our lights go off and we walk into a world of our subconscious. They say that every dream has a meaning, some represent your fear or things that you faced during the day, while some are simply signs like you are going to get money or something like that.

Truth is if dreams are the mirror of our inner fears and issues, then I know why usually 90 percent of my dreams are bad. I don’t have nightmares where I wake up sweaty, I don’t. But I have dreams which make no sense and some of them are so sad that it takes me a whole day to get out of the hangover of it. Travel has always been a major part of my dreams, usually I’m traveling in a bus or train or plane or whatever mode left. I don’t know if it’s because I am afraid of moving and settling in a new place or because I wish to go a vacation.  Then there are dream where I m in some kind of war or mission or am trying to escape someone who is following me. The war dreams are sad but way cooler than most of my other dreams, because it’s like the movie Sucker Punch. I have weird 3D imagination, I once dreamt of a war and some robotic super gadget suit rescues some of the soldiers including me and flies away. Honest to God, I had a dream like this. Weird I know. Although that dream did made me sad for over 2 days but now when I think of it I think it was a cool awesome dream.

Also in some of my dreams I’m on a search, looking for someone. I know why I dream that. In fact I know reason behind every dream that I have. While I can remember most of my sad dreams, there is only one happy dream I can recall if I have to. I mean I know I have a high percentage of sad unhappy dreams but it’s so weird that I don’t remember happy dreams at all, except one. And sadly I can’t talk about the happy dream, despite it being my favorite dream of all time. A dream where everything is movie perfect, including back ground music and stupid happy endings.

I don’t know why I am talking about dreams today, maybe I know. Now I have become little better at handling bad dreams, maybe that’s why I’m okay today. It’s funny but one of my stories came to me in my dream and next morning I started writing it, I wrote every page as I dreamt of it every night. I guess dreams aren’t that bad a world, if you are not messed up to my extent.

Like I said I’m a nice person but dreams don’t know that, they just know the girl in my subconscious mind.

 

Am peachy…!!

I wish i could say that, i wish could say I’m peachy. I have always wanted to say that while i meant it, but who said road to “Someday” will be short and simple. I live with a hope that there is a road, a road to someday, miles ahead doesn’t matter as long as it exists and am walking on it. Lately, I can feel everyday and the day coming after because it’s like i have lived them before.

Sometimes i imagine i am a rock band member, people love me and i have my face painted on t-shirts of thousands of girls and boys. I dream that i can sing annoyingly well that makes many nervous and envious. I’m wearing black, i have tattoos, i have a hat and i own one of the most expensive Step-Up movie kind shoes. I don’t know why i imagine this, but i do.

Sometimes i imagine I walking on a beach, lonely long water boulevard, with a hand in my hand and a face looking at mine. I dream of us walking slowly with water coming and going back erasing every step we took, to make new footprints ahead of us. I’m happy as the wind knocks away my hair. We don’t stop and don’t talk; we just keep walking with a strange happiness inside that never existed. I don’t know why i imagine this, but i do.

Sometimes i imagine myself as a motorbike racer, driving at a high speed as i try to overtake everyone i have ahead of me. I am on a bike that is smooth, costly and awesome looking machine. My team is waiting for me to finish up the race, hoping that they will get a chance to throw all the champagne on me. I dream of reaching the last lap and making it to the finish line with every one cheering for me, many wearing a cap with my signature on it. I don’t know why i imagine this, but i do.

Sometimes i imagine I’m in high school all over again, surrounded by books, friends and cola cans. I dream of being the popular kid in school with everyone smiling t me and saying hi to me. I have a huge gang of friends, all of us sitting together laughing together. We have our own jokes and our own plans for the day. I dream that i have a secret admirer. I don’t know why i imagine this, but i do.

Have you ever wanted to meet someone who is like you, just like you? No not a doppelganger but someone who feels things the way you do, who lives life the way you do and is as messed up as you? I have.

I wait to meet someone who would make me not imagine things, someone who would make me say “Am peachy” for real…!!