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I love the way Mont blanc (maw blah') is not pronounced the way its spelled. I love it when misspell is most often misspelled! I love the way a silent 'G' in sign is emphasized in signature and i love it the most when a word contradicts its own meaning! Words have always fascinated me. I just love the way it motivates, angers, intrigues and disguises people. It grabs my attention more often that I thought it did! Novels, stories, poems, lyrics, scripts, one liners, headlines... all written with a sole intention of conveying thoughts. Ironically, Quotes never really gripped me that well. It definitely inspired me but only for the second I read it. The next thing I know is, it disappears from my memory without a trace! I just cant remember them or the person who'd said it.Its more like a disorder. My aimless browsing led me through an array of crap and halted at a website thinkexist.com wherein I discovered a treasure chest of quotes that i could relate with oh-so-...

I’m fat. Not bulky-obese kind of fat, but I weigh way more than what my ideal weight should be (as per height 5’6”).I don’t have a heavy diet I wonder what would I be if I had one. I’ve got a broad frame which apparently makes me look bigger anyways! Ironically, I’m also the smallest in my family (w.r.t age and size.) So if you can picture me, you would’ve definitely presumed it right that I’m the big one in a group of friends. And when there are guys (all of them) who have a lean figure, I’m the biggest. An absolutely analogous case with thin girls floating in the air around me while I’m rolling with them! I don’t wear skin tight clothes, I don’t wish for a prince charming, I swear I don’t squish people under me, I don’t dance on their feet nor do I eat their share of food, I just cant understand why the bloody hell would anybody have a problem with what my size is. Since childhood I’m associated with ‘moti’ (fatty) so much that its my nickname now. After growing up some people chan...

Unlike my previous review of the movie ‘Luck by chance’ wherein I narrated the story line my way and got cursed and sworn by people whom I knew and others, I try and present to you the gist of this movie. (catch the word “try”) These are the few things I liked followed by the once I dint. Once again, catch the word “try” and read at your own risk. The hangouts/night outs gratifies the youth and their behavior completely in harmony with the elders stance. Common traits in a friend circle or of a family is sucked out and diffused believably. Ranbirs a rich lad owns an amazing house and a credit card that’s swiped more often than it should be! College is fun and for once, there’s a fat girl in a group and she fits in well! BOMBAY captured at its best. It looks beautiful, feels beautiful and is shown and presented in way that anybody will fall in love with it. One fine-looking city, as smooth as sandpaper! ;) There are a lot of times when you feel the need to blurt out oh-so-cute! Th...

I believe in love marriages, not that all of them work, but its got an edge when you know what you are falling into. And at least for a split second in your life you are the happiest. Weddings are supposed to be for merry making. That’s why you invite people, to join and share your happiness. I wonder ‘the delight’ is ever shared in mallu marriages (hindu - haven’t been a spectator to others yet). It seems as if ‘m being subjected to high order of a practical joke. If I elaborate shortly ( :| lazy as I can be), well, a day before the wedding the groom’s sister come to the brides place and adorns her with a few heavy gold bangles and gives her a set of clothes to be worn the next day. The house is full of relatives (which is the only part I like, relatives you know, dont know, should know, you think you know, EVERYBODY!) and then we move on to dinner. What’s there for dinner is somehow more imperative and, surprisingly, is what that is talked about aftermath. Ah, how can I miss, ...

One song, one damn song; stuck in the head for quite a few days now. And not the whole song; just 3 lines from it. Nevertheless its entangled completely with my thoughts. I’m hardly thinking; ‘m quiet, humming, observing, smiling with lips barely displaced leaving slightest of curves on my cheeks... Ever wondered why songs get stuck in the head? When do they leave? Are you consciously aware of it? This is the song that’s on my mind. Its a story penned down to the perfect blend of words and sound. I recommend this to all – its definitely worth a listen! REMEMBERING SUNDAY by ALL TIME LOW Woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes Started making his way past two in the morning He hasn't been sober for days Leaning out into the breeze Remembering Sunday he falls to his knees They had breakfast together But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs Now this place is familiar to him She pulls on his hand with a devilish grin She led him upstairs, she led him up sta...

Summer vacations have been a snooze fest for me. I always rattle on and make a list of things I want to try a hand on but that enthusiasm never lingers because of authentic reasons obviously (laziness and who’ll-go-shopping-for-the-things-in-this-freaking-heat). But this time, oh my my *smirks* I actually did something!! I blame my clumsiness for this… last year I broke quite a few things which dint break adequately so I couldn’t wholeheartedly fling them away considering where I bought it from and how much I shelled out. I preserve things till its impossible for me to collect it from the ground. So finally, Tadaaaa… Welcome to my hobby lobby! S ince I’ve got that thing with readymade table mats.. I thought of making one myself. I bought a few ice cream sticks and stuck them in this fashion. Absolutely effortless and very cheap. Ahh.. childhood memories! ;;) And yeah, that’s my coffee mug :P ********************************************************* I had bought that bell th...