Turning 25: An Important Halfway Point

Welcome to the Quarter Century Club. It's about damn time. If you think 25 is rough, just think about who will be turning 26 soon! You're officially OLD! I say to myself it only happens once each year. Book the train and pack your gear.Your destination seems unknown, as you sit there, all alone.

By the 25th birthday most people expect to have accomplished something with their lives. There’s only five more years until that big three-O and the average person usually hopes that they are well on their way by their 25th year. They’ll have settled into a place of their own, a job and may even be starting a family all ready. Some new twenty-five year olds might be thinking that they want their party to be a little more grown-up, a little more sensible around this time.

Of course that’s fairly normal. After all the 25th birthday is an important milestone signifying stability and foundation. Even the music channel, MTV celebrated its 25th year of existence in 2006. So what is this all hoopla about turning 25? Am I gonaa hit a jackpot worth 25 million dollars; some kind of wings or some license to flirt with handsome men?

Well well its all about me feeling happy and waiting for all the surprises to come my way. I had a wish list of things to do before I turn 25 like doing exceptional in my field of work, getting a tattoo, pierce my ear, bank balance to look good etc etc.But now it seems like things are going to be tricky. As I am here in this new kingdom, married and without a job in my field; celebrating my 25 birthday without my folks but with the man I love. But I am sure as time passes and I blow off some more candles I would accomplish all of my wish list.

So here’s hoping all dreams to come true as I blow off my birthday candles with loads of luck and wishes.

A Night to Talk About

It’s a night to talk about; it’s a night to remember. It’s a night were the moon was at its best. A walk in the stadium, an occurrence to memorize. I always as a toddler wanted to experience a genuine match from a stadium. I would be in awe what the feeling would be experiencing the whole situation. Gigantic stadium jam-packed with fans, fans cheering, players playing their heart out and the commentator doing his job. It would be a moment to be captured.

26 Aug 2008 is the day and year where I get to experience live US Open Tennis Match.
People pay colossal amount of money to get tickets. I am all excited as the day approaches. Fully clad in my best outfit, matching bags, belt, shoes I run off for work. As I am physically at work and doing my job but mentally I was preparing myself for the twilight. Finally at 4 pm I manage to call it a day and head myself towards to train station to NY.

As soon as I reach NY Penn station I see most of the horde heading for the US Open match. Now the crowd excites me and I am all for it. Questions juggling my head. I seat myself in the LLIR train to the final destination. To my surprise I could see massive collection of people clothed in sports wear heading towards the stadium.

The weather was perfect. As we reached the stadium at 7 pm. The match was about to begin. Just in time. I saw beautifully manicured Progressive Field. The night was striking filled with excitement, fear, laughter, applaud, anxiety, emotions. 4 people decently clad in a uniform and are ready for a march. The match commenced with US National Anthem followed by people marching with the flag.
From a tennis fan's perspective, this tournament is a joy to attend. If you were looking for familiar names, then perhaps this was the event for you, although Venus Williams, Maximo, Roger Frederer, kept the crowds coming.
Then there are the surprise stories and hidden gems that might be lost amongst the chaos of a larger event. Here are a few of the enjoyable players that I had a chance to see.
Another aspect that made this tournament so enjoyable was the smaller size of the event. Everything was right where you needed it and all the courts were in the same vicinity. From the top of Center Court, I could swivel around and see the other Court along with courts 1 and 2. It made viewing much easier and made it seem like I was in several spots at once. After I saw Frederer and Maximo play we walked out of the main stadium leisurely walking towards the exit and there we spot Leander Peas. One of India’s optimum Tennis player. We headed towards the court and could see him play doubles closely. It was enjoyable to root for a player from your own country.
It has certainly been a pleasure to meet so many talented and respectful players this week

Finally I got the tickets for free. Met the greatest players. My experience in this event was nothing short of amazing and I truly look forward to returning again next year.

Beautiful Trip

Why don’t I remember?
When I was a little kid
It took me a while to sit and thing
Let me enter back in time to those beautiful trips
Which I would never want to skip
Where it was always fun and play
When it used to be April – May
Back to having all my strings
Look at all the happiness it brings

Why don’t I remember?
When I was a little kid
Dad would take me for walks
And we would walk the talk
Where Playing was fun
Fighting happened
Money was saved
For the Ice creams we craved
Still those memories
I would want them to be
Remembered for ever
And never let it get older

Blogism

The whole world is blogging....

Bloggers Day July 30 2008!

This is one of those lazy posts. Nothing precise. There is no such day that exists. But I thought why not. If there can be Mother’s day, Father’s day, Valentine’s Day, Friendship day and you name it we have it. So I just thought of celebrating today as Bloggers day. You may want to celebrate it some other day. Go ahead and do it. It’s not even on a weekend.

Well to be quite truthful I was just analyzing on how a woman dedicated a day to her mother following her death on May 9, 1905, devoted her life to establishing Mother's Day as a national, and later an international, holiday.

Ther may be other reasons to celebrate these days. But the point here is everybody blindly follows it. For instance I never knew the reason why I celebrated Mother’s day,Father’s day and all. I just went with the flow. As it was fun thing to do in college celebrating Freindship’s day, Valentine’s Day.

Well let me confess I had nothing to do. So here I am on my way finding innovative ideas to kill time. It’s a way to realx. Relaxation is the key allowing your writing to inspire you. So I thought let me blog and pen down my thoughts.Was trying means and ways to be famous by introducing a day called Bloggers Day! Don’t know how much of the attempt is going to be paid. But I guess a start to this is a good sign. At least if it does we can expect a holiday adding up to our list.

So here I am wishing all you amazing bloggers a “Happy Bloggers Day”! Keep those creativity flowing from your mind to your blog.

Lastly- if you enjoy these posts, be good and comment.

Krazy Lamhe

I don’t know if I am crazy when sometimes out of the blue I feel like singing aloud.

I don’t know if I am unusual from others when suddenly I feel like dancing & getting drenched in the rain.

I don’t know if I am still childish when I have a sudden urge to have ice cream as I step out on the road.

I don’t know if I am foolish to feel teen when I am 25

I don’t know if I am imprudent when I break the crockery while I am washing the dishes.

I don’t know if I am rash while driving speed feeling I am in a race chase.

I don’t know if I am still juvenile to be treated like one by my dad.

I don’t know if I am still youthful to have crush on someone.

I don’t know if I act babyish when everybody around wants you to be mature.

I don’t know if I am silly when I get excited on my new dress, shoes, bags and watches.

I don’t know if I am impractical when decisions need to made.

I don’t know if I am shabby when I drop things when I eat.

I don’t know if I am inane if I am possessive about my friends.

I don’t know if you feel the same as I do, if you do then how am I different from you.

Yellow Mood

It’s been a year now that my sudden fondness for the color yellow keeps growing.
Everything which is yellow attracts me. Not that I am bee but I behave like one. My wardrobe has all colors but you will find additional yellow tint to it. Not that I don’t like any other color but I guess it’s the summer that makes me do it. Its also the nature way you can say when leaves of the tree turn yellow during fall.

So here I go with a list of gifts that i expect from my love for my upcoming 25th birthday. I tell him how about 25 special gifts and he goes what are you serious?? I guess am watching too much of romantic movies. Now how can I overlook my college days when I was just 19 and it was Valentine’s Day. I and Mega go for this all day romantic movies been running in a theater close to our college. As we were the only ones I guess at that time didn’t believe in having boyfriends and contemplated all those couple were stupid. And in one of those American Drama flick with Keanu Reeves & Charlize Theron where he surprises her during thanksgiving dinner with some 27 gifts. How I then said to myself there will be a day when my love would do that for me and I would fall all over in love with him. I was sad to see the movie end, but appreciative of the journey it took me on.


One of the many flaws in my personality is that I am spontaneous. I confess I am baffled by the entire concept. Well if I define spontaneous its not that I decide a day before or hours before, five minutes in advance. But how about, say, few seconds in advance? Is that still planned, or is it getting closer to being spontaneous? So all that I am trying to communicate here is if I happen to like a dress in a shopping mall I want it then. There is nothing called as later. Clothes are so sensational along with marvelous yellow, pink. I do have a little bag fetish and not to forget my fetish for watches. And there are some shopping genes dancing around in me.


If I see an ice cream parlor, I almost always know the ice cream will end up in my mouth before it happens. Speaking of yellow how I want my yellow dress to be matched with a yellow sandal along with it to match yellow accessories. And then I say to myself ‘Perfect’. Everything matches each other. So I am all sunshine and sun flowery. All I wish I had a yellow bag to go along with it.
Look at me I murmur. Did he notice my new dress, new shoes & earrings? I decorated myself and took couple of hours extra just to be noticed by him. As he proudly says so you applied all of your makeup in that little tool box you carry all the time.


Ah just to let you know I shopped this weekend and I picked yellow again. Celebrating Yellow & Sunshine!

Another Rainy Day!

Its past four and I am still indoor
I look out the window
To see the sun shine yellow
It’s been raining for 2 days
How I wish the sun stayed?
But not longer I say to myself
Coz I am all set to drench thyself
Its time for a treat
To beat the shining heat
I enter my kitchen
And see the sky darken
The road is wet, the sky is gray.
They dress me up, from head to toes
Drizzle, drip and drain
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops dripping to the ground.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops dropping all around
And sweet the little breeze of melody
Sing with me softly
Now it’s past 6 the sun shines again
Making the mother earth dry again
I see the rainbow glow
From my window
Making the universe polish in colors
Its looks so brighter, dazzler, glazier
Its time for some bhaji and chai
For some it’s a way to enjoy
But for me it’s the moment of joy!

Something’s Cooking!

Foods are for God! Thats what I believe…. Because the art of cooking is so different from any other talent in the planet. I agree cooking is an art but you eat it too. Cooking is so imaginative and creative. While Cooking you make utilize all your senses be it the nose, ear, eyes, tongue, hands etc. Cooking is a form of flattery....a playful, deceiving, mean and ignoble activity, which cheats us by shapes and colors, by smoothing and draping...."

“By November I had convinced myself that I had better things to do than read and learn about Politics. Cook for instance.Its so rightly said "When men reach their sixties and retire, they go to places. Women go right on cooking." So I thought why not lay my hands on cooking right away in that way I can save some years before I withdraw.

For me cooking has always been my love. But untill my nupitals I disregarded it utterly. I was busy with my other love be it my carrer,shopping, friends etc, so I used to totally rely on my mothers delectable food. I was 24 when I started cooking, up untill then, I just ate. My mother was a entertaining cook, but what she basically alleged about cooking was that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.


No one cooks alone, Even at their most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers. So its everybody’s effort which comes in action and a good meal is prepared. The right amount of spices added, the exact quantity of salt or sugar gives the food a exact taste.


After the grand appetizing cooking is done there comes the dishes… Eeerrrr washing them is one thing I hate to do. Washing the greased dishes is so not done. But the cook has to clean the dishes.

So life’s different now. I started driving again.I started cooking again. My cooking is better than my driving as of now. So now I am gonna go get one, fill it up with spices and fat, Fry them sinners brown and its gonna be good aint it.I guess I fell into cooking & there is always something new to discover.

NYC – The Wonderland

It’s the world where I was always amazed, how will the other kingdom seem like, how diverse will it be??? How unique are the natives going to be. Will they act in the same mode as we in India do??? All questions in my psyche were pondering. I have constantly seen the great US of A in movie flicks of Karan Johar; Yash Raj etc. where the settings are used for a romantic song or were the leading actors meet and initiate their love story. As a teen I forever hunted to be in that locations trot around those scenic looking yellow & red trees. OH how gorgeous they look!

Until I accomplish the wish has essentially come genuine as I spin 24 and geared up to bond, according to my folks. So here comes the Shahrukh Khan of my life and we fly to the wonderland after the nuptials. There is a little twirl in the story as compared to Karan Johar’s flick. But the falling in love with the boy and running around the trees was all alike.

As I land the realm of wonderland i.e. the US of A the JFK airport. The first thing I pronounce to myself loud is OH Gosh! It’s massive and orderly. I cherished the airdrome it was so well kept. But I was wrong the moment I checked out of the airport. The roads and the infrastructure were all so tidy and well designed.

Could scarcely see natives toddle though. Everybody in their car and the weather was just perfect. I used to love winter back in India, not until I grasped the perfect freezing frosty weather. New York the land of hallucination as all say! I visited this place @ midnight I fell in love with the place. Each construction standing tall and every structure has its own tale to enlighten… Each construction different from another and challenging each other. I see signboards which easily direct you to places without asking for guidelines. New York is divided by Uptown, Midtown and Downtown. Each of the tree town has its own beauty.

Crowded with citizens past midnight is what was astonishing. Lively, chirpy and full of life. Tourist clicking and covering every part of the site from their Dgcam. Rewinding few years backwards I could see people clicking pictures with their Cameras and owing a camera was a big thing then. But now one and all own a Dgcam. It’s such a universal thing now.

New York City charmed me with their outdoor media. The way the electronic Outdoor Media was put up against a tallest construction making it more attractive and vibrant. As I stroll by which I loved doing at midnight I draw closer towards museums of which I had read them in books. If you love visiting museums then Friday nights you get a free entry to museums.

New York never lets you down when it comes to shopping. All across I could see each store shouting me out. Each dress calling me as if they wanted me to own them. As I was walking down the aisle I could smell yummy Falaphals. Everything tastes better at night .As I try on those falaphals all my taste buds get alive as I enjoy every bite of it. She shows me a little slightly diverse planet were natives appear unlike but yet the same. She lets you try your hands with her ethnicity, food, civilization, people, coffee shops, museums.

Finally the night turns out to me and says Honey it’s time to say goodnight to her. The moon throws her light on me as if escorting me home. So I bid farewell to this charming city with a promise to be back to explore more of it. But the fact is no matter how many times I visit this great city I am always struck with the same thing: the Yellow taxi Cab!