FACEBOOK made me KEWL!

While every second person is bored to death with Mark Z's creation, I am all praises of FB for various reasons.
1. I got to know people who are head over heals in love with me!
2. I re-gained many people in my life who I thought I can not even dream of being in touch with!
3. I got to flaunt my talent effortlessly and 'earn' some serious and super crajii fans!
4. I finally got over the 'idiot box'-- (the crappy cartoons and wanna-be reality shows helped me get over TV sooner!)
5. I got 'all the more' creative and humorous! :D

LOVE, SEX and DHOKA- connecting with self

http://www.the-nri.com/index.php/2011/10/prostitution-and-sex-india/

All was fine until I stumbled upon this link. My day was filled with myriad of emotions---ecstasy, bliss, happiness, anger, and satisfaction until this post made me sad in a very helpless way. This isn't the first time I have heard stories from the red light area. But what disturbed me was her (Anukriti's) inferences from her interactions with the sex workers. 

By the end of the article, my immediate reaction was to agree with Anukriti (the author of the post), shut myself in my room and curse the world for its ugly reality. Unfortunately I seemed to be more 'intrigued' and less 'affected' by the post. A number of things popped in my mind at a time, each one trying to beat the other.

Arranged marriage, emotion, suicides, Love sex aur Dhoka- the movie, photography, drugs, love marriage, death, diseases, life, nirvana, detachment.

TRUST ME. Even I was unable to figure out the connection between these words at once. A human mind races so fast that it beats the speed of light! So I took the effort of rewinding my thought process and playing it in a super slow mode.

The day it 'ENDED'----- Scene 3-The finale!

I KNOW! I KNOW! I am BERY BERY SAARIII !!! :(
I was totally caught up with my last minute submissions and some serious photography! I wont keep you waiting anymore! So after this prequel and this sequel, here goes the rest!

As she landed on the cushioned bed with full force, her heart skipped a beat due to the unexpected phone call. He grabbed the opportunity to breathe in enough oxygen and let out a 'Phew!'. The phone sang, 'Lets make a night...to remember...' with amazing electronic guitar backing. As she fumbled to take out the mobile from her pocket, he rolled on her with a loud wicked laughter almost scaring her! She struggled her way to prevent him from getting any closer to her as she managed to get hold of her phone clumsily from her pocket. He watched her reaction shift from orgasmic smile to an unpleasant shock. He froze looking at her and saw her staring at him with her almond shaped eyes almost popping out. She hushed him and took the call.

You know You are in INDIA when...

My PERSONAL observations of a day in India... PSYCHIC man!


1. You see the traffic police and the traffic signal clash with their functionality.(The signal turns green, but you see him flash his palm with full vigor and hasting the vehicles on all the other sides that are under the 'red' signal)

2. You find accidents happening in an 'Express highway' caused majorly

• by the 'Daisee Dee Lingerie' hoardings of a firangi (white models NOT of India----Thank God for that!) 70 % chances.
• by surprise craters and speed breakers that makes every normal homosapien a 'super hero' by making them fly with their vehicles and then making them a 'super zero' as they crash into the others. 20% chances.
• by sudden 'special appearances' of buffaloes and stray dogs. How they crave for attention man. And how they end up bleeding red! 10% chances.

A DAY OF ACTION! -------Scene 2

This is a sequel to A LONG DAY. To get into the zone (to be blatantly put---to feel the heat!!!), read the prequel and then the below sequel.

She closed her eyes and found relief. He was poetically slow and gentle. His fingers spoke 'care'. Her shoulders drooped  automatically and she leaned back comfortably in the rotatable chair. It seemed like he was playing a piano and as though he was hitting all the right notes on her shoulders.
"Aahhaaaa! You sure know the art well!", she whispered loudly as she allowed him to relieve her.
"You mean the art of handling a woman???" he asked with a serious tone.
"Ass hole!!!" she giggled and slapped his side thigh of steel. "Massaging isn't an easy job you know. You need to do it the right way. One wrong act and.....", she paused as she noticed that he had stopped massaging. She looked up at him and questioned him with raised eyebrows.
"Oh sorry! I was just wondering how come you effortlessly come up with such interesting topics !"

A LONG DAY ----- Scene 1

As she rummaged her bag to get hold of her house keys, her mind was racing uncontrollably. What the hell was I thinking ! I never knew yearning to earn for a livelihood and independence would steal away all the time in my life! Cha*! As she managed to find the key hole in the twilight and push open the door, she found the TV 'on' and coloring the room vibrantly. For a second, she was blinded because of the bright lights. After a moment her eyes got used to it. He was there. She could smell him. As the TV lit and colored the place with a mind of its own, she caught glimpses of him lazying on the sofa. She found BLISS.

The TEENAGER in me WRITES...

"WTH! When did THIS happen?"----My exact reaction when I found a notepad article named 'sweet memories' while cleaning my Desktop trash. I have ZERO memory of having recorded this. It dated 10.12.2005 (I breathed a heavy sigh of relief after noticing the year,given my childish writing skills). Though I am unable to recollect writing this note, I did recollect being extremely 'obsessed' with my own cute and funny childhood stories! I remember having nagged my mom into telling me each 'itsy-bitsy' detail of how I was as a toddler. This probably pushed me into writing the note!

I grant an exception to this cute note of Akila as a teenager, from my rules of blogging vested upon me.

* Before you read ahead, let me warn you saying that its not a literary piece or any deep stuff. I had an urge to share this part of me with my blog friends and hence this post! You can relax and read it with a cup of chai and enjoy its silly cuteness*

Blogging enters my long 'it just hit me' list!

You see I am a very 'sensitive' person (if you have been reading my posts, by now you will know this aspect of 'femininity' in me). But I am still finding it hard to believe that I am INCREDIBLY vulnerable to creativity (no exaggeration in the use of 'incredible')!!!

Me frozen in an impromptu Bharatanatyam 

 pose in front of Srirangam temple

First it was Bharatanatyam. I was alwezzzz thaka dhimi thaa-ing my way to school,back from school, to my room and even to my 3 feet away bathroom

Understanding FEMININITY...

Yes. I am obsessed with the thought. I have been since a very long time. For me, femininity was more of a 'wanting' than a 'necessity'. Its such a beautiful way of living. Grace, elegance, patience, gentleness, empathy, sensitiveness (even Wikipedia agrees with a few)...they are some of the many fragments that when woven together results in femininity.


But as much as I wish to be feminine, I am au naturel at being the very antonym of  all those words listed above. Okay I am all of them in certain situations...but they all have a very short time span.