Thursday, May 28, 2009

It poured that day...

We are going a little out of character with this concept. Actually, a few weeks back, it had rained pleasantly enough to make us feel like write a fictional piece each. We wanted to make a story out of a rainy day itself. And all four of us did; while one of us was dreamily vague, one was very-city, one was uber cool with her thoughts and one was, ummm..plain real. We will be posting each of our story in the next few days and you can guess which one is what ;)

PS: We are also trying to appease the Rain Gods in this manner as they are clearly not in a mood to appease us with some blissful rains. Rain Gods, we are creative when you pour. Please consider this flattery enough to pay a visit soon!

The common opening to the story thus runs:

It poured that day. But still, having tea with him outside was worth it. Not listening to mum, she left for the back alley. The small tea shop was deserted, the shop guy was the only one sitting there with a flashy raincoat on him. He expected customers even now, she smirked. And with a jolt, she realized that she was out for the very purpose.

She went and sat on the somewhat cold and wet wooden bench, not conscious at all. It wasn’t one of the things that could get her worked up. Her appearance, her clothes were all very normal. Infact, she was wearing her dad’s t-shirt and her baggy jeans. The rains always made her wear something of her dad’s. Warm and comfy it felt against the skin.

Time passed, she had a phone, but didn’t want to sms him..He would be coming anyway, didn’t need to push it..Instead, she lit a cigarette, rainy days deserved a smoke, she always thought..

MY VERSION

It poured that day. But still, having tea with him outside was worth it. Not listening to mum, she left for the back alley. The small tea shop was deserted, the shop guy was the only one sitting there with a flashy raincoat on him. He expected customers even now, she smirked. And with a jolt, she realized that she was out for the very purpose.

She went and sat on the somewhat cold and wet wooden bench, not conscious at all. It wasn’t one of the things that could get her worked up. Her appearance, her clothes were all very normal. Infact, she was wearing her dad’s t-shirt and her baggy jeans. The rains always made her wear something of her dad’s. Warm and comfy it felt against the skin.

Time passed, she had a phone, but didn’t want to sms him..He would be coming anyway, didn’t need to push it..Instead, she lit a cigarette, rainy days deserved a smoke, she always thought..

Her attention drifted, her gaze trailed the drops slithering away in a hurry on the broken window pane as she tried to be creative with the smoke swirls. She chuckled, he would be amused, she could never carry it off. He seemed to be the anchor point and her thoughts kept drifting back to him. Should she worry? That everything seemed to lead back to him eventually? Nah, she had her balance. She looked at the shop guy and signaled for a cup of tea. What better way to wait, to pass time, and she didn’t mind waiting. After a long time, she felt relaxed, almost boneless with contentment with no other reason that consistent rain and the prospect of meeting him. She remembered when they’d both gotten caught in the rain last week, dripping wet and eating maggi. She smiled, and then caught the shop keeper’s look. He must surely think she’s demented, giggling and smiling to herself.

Her tea arrived, and defying the law of averages, it tasted rather good. Or maybe she was feeling too complacent. It was a wonder, how the brain works as she imagined lazy thoughts going from one nerve to the other, carrying signals and thoughts. She hummed a song, and waited. It was raining harder now, she was getting goose bumps on her skin. She had a sudden urge to jump and twirl in the rain, splash in puddles and not care about clothes, hair, shoes, dignity… Wouldn’t that be street entertainment now?

This weather could induce melancholy, she mused. If she were so inclined maybe she could debate life, love, existence, mortality, morality and what not but she would rather not. Its amazing how the mind can be clear of all strife. Perhaps the most toughest question right now was, if he got delayed or worse yet didn’t come, would she be mad? Or would she not let anything spoil her mood and sip her tea, have another one and stroll back home?

She looked up to order another tea and there he was. And once again, her heart skipped a little. New love or strong love, she wondered? Will it stay like this always, this intensity of her love or will it fade away with familiarity? Who cares. She shrugged her shoulders unconsciously as she dismissed the thought, signaled for two teas and smiled at him.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Quotable Quotes

Another outing, another coffee shop.. and another list! Whoops! We do seem to be making a habit of this aren't we? But the lists are made over sugar high’s and not martini highs (Where's your list, N? We're waiting!). We collectively shudder to think what those lists would be like if made public!
A laid back Saturday, recession hit pockets and a street full of tempting wares. Is that torture or what? However, we didn't give in to temptation (desserts don't count) and stuck to essentials. Hence we treated ourselves to dessert and it was then that the idea of another list came up and while we enjoy all your comments and feedback, we have our doubts whether this list of mostly inside jokes and shared experiences would mean anything to anyone else other than the four of us.

It’s just our way of stamping this blog with our personalities, making it into a memoir of sorts so that we don’t forget- being silly, being together and most of all being silly together…

The following is a short compilation (liable to be updated time to time!) of some of the stupid, mad, sometimes sensible, sometimes ridiculous things we say from time to time. As stated, these are more personal jokes but there are some things almost everyone will relate to…
And well nobody quotes us, so we quote ourselves :P

Presenting, what we like to call- Quotable quotes:

Mrinalini:
On Nandini’s crush over a college professor:
“If I could get used to Leonardo, Hugh Jackman and Arjun Rampal being unachievable, what's a professor? chin up mate..”

Drunk Mrinu telling JB:
“Never trust a woman with an 'X' in her name! What is she? An MF Hussain film??”

Mrinu in the middle of the day at work:
“Vodka kahan ka shabaab hai?”

“Men are never men. They never grow up to be a man! They remain boys, always…”

“Pretty (pronounced: purrreettyyy) lies in the eyes of the holder. (Who holder?)
Depends on who is holding you at that time.”

Mrinu telling Anjali about prospects of meeting a Shahid Kapoor-esqe stranger at a camp:
“If you can trek together, you can do anything together.”

“It's all about H O P E” ( please notice the space between each alphabet)

“I always believed in true love- Sachha pyar is all there is”


Anjali:

“Marriage makes you Round”

“Round people can also be attractive….….in some cultures”

Drunk Anjali on phone to Nandini:
“Remind me to pee when I get home haan.”

Anjali, to a guy friend over gtalk, while PRETENDING to be drunk. (It was a typo, but oh-so-embarassing):
“Main frooty fresh and juicy” (She wanted to type MANGO instead of Main)

“Living in denial doesn't help”

Pia:

In the heights of summer:
“I can't wear woolen trousers to office, because… well they're woolen!”

On being told that the game of hide and seek was ‘I Spy you’ :
“So it was always 'I spy you' and not 'I Spice' ?????”

Mrinu, on reading the draft of quotable quotes, “ITS I SPY YOU?? Nobody told me till this moment!”

Pia busted some more childhood beliefs when she realized that it was 'Roshini karta bajaj' and not 'Roshini kutta bajaj!'


Nandini:

On a girl called Roxy: “Roxy sounds like an underwear brand.”

On how shampooing hair is a sure shot technique for a good hair day and hence feeling good about yourself:
“Shampooing hair is like troubleshooting. If that does not work, what will?”

“All girls like me” (what she actually wanted to write was- all girls like IT) damage done :D

“Life is such a scalene triangle sometimes, nothing matches.”


PS: Ever wanted to use a non-sensical term wherever you felt like and in any situation? Well, we have one :D.. its “TAAM” use it any anywhere and everywhere, it's a sure shot way to baffle a victim.
 

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