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Pretty red dress with a black belt, tied tight above the hip. Glinting black stilettos. A touch of kohl before its time to start driving. Dot on time. Just a 1000 questions. Super feeling! Does everyone know what exactly is running through the head? Perfume fills the air. Footsteps get racier. Smile broadens.
Iitsy bitsy tinee vinee…what’s it going to be like? Absolutely no need to look for a mirror. Calm & collected. Phone rings. Answered before a thought could pass. ‘Make sure no judgment is passed’ repeats in the head like a constant reminder.
I was put to absolute ease. Comforting smile. The feeling of knowing each other for years… lasted. The mind did not take over the heart. After long, I was in bliss, with no expectations, no conclusion to make.
Zindagi’s opened out. Humor made it lighter. Dinner skipped. Hot chocolate tasted cold but the hazelnut reminded me of a friend who invited me to cover the kite festival in Gujrat. I drifted away!
I probably wasn’t making any sense. The excitement of being there and covering the event next week was larger than any thing. I knew that it would be hard for anybody to understand why I enjoyed shooting more than anything else.
I was experiencing the rush of ‘being out shopping’ in my head. The excitement of liking something, bargains, deals, must haves, curiosity, trials, window-shopping, over doing it, confusion – all that in 1st conversation. Fireworks!!
People, places, to dos, funny incidents, favourite restaurants, peer circles, attitudes, tantrums, egos, reading habits… all in all everything under the sun was touched upon. Quite obvious we were both excited; both had a typical notion of the opposite sex, both knew we will meet again!
I wanted to laugh, laugh the stress out, cos it went of really well. I never thought I could behave on a blind date. I did I did!!
The Toda tribe is one of the country’s smallest communities. She was tall with a well proportioned figure and had a stunning smile...my day with the Toda woman @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/divyaostwal
New Media or a circus ring!
Growing up with the Internet and letting Social Media discover us... is Today! Their offerings are based on our behavior online. Do all of us know we are being watched? The power of social media lies in the exponential impact of viral marketing campaigns, peer referrals, and interactive conversations. They call it ‘Communication Strategy’!
But who cares when simple things give you the kicks...
Stealing WiFi by finding a hotspot
Transferring data from my Mac to a phone using Bluetooth and then sending it via Blackberry
Skyping with family for free
Accessing internet on the phone to book a table at a happening restaurant
Checking movie reviews by SMS. Booking tickets on the Net
Recording favourite soaps while away on Interactive TV
Finding your first crush on Orkut and an obsession to change profile pictures
Discussing a teacher who got onto our nerves in a Group
Poke a friend through FaceBook
Tweet by phone
Hug through Chat
Gab and Vent by Blogging
Photo-sharing with peer groups on Flickr
Streaming classic videos on YouTube all night long....
Lifestyles have changed? Our lives are not private any more. But what can I say when I am trying to find ways of intruding conversations... I have been a part of social entertainment and now it's a part of my job to create buzz and locate people who belong to the ‘creed’ my clients wants to be associated with.
They were all formed to answer our needs... Do we need them more than they do? Their revenue streams are clear. I would pay FB to advertise with them, targeting a segment of people whose details they can provide instantly.
There is a reason behind everything's existence!!
Week after week, days pass like years. Monday morning I come back thinking…so many things undone. I wish I could say aloud ‘I don’t like what I did’. I want to accept that it isn’t the way I want it to be. There is a lot beyond what I see, if only I could learn to accept the present and say ‘what happens, happens for the best’. I didn’t think it’s going to be hard, but it is. You don’t want to sleep, wake up and live thinking about something that you didn’t expect or never wanted. Sorry, is all I feel like saying right now.
Mixed feelings. Confused soul. Tougher times when you can’t take a decision, cant speak your heart. Have bundled my thoughts and stacked them aside, cos they only make me teary. The ingredients never were right. Someone tell me how does magic happen…cos I thought I knew.
Lets go create magic... escape…and drown in work like never before!
Should plan another exciting weekend…. And as ‘du’ said flow with the flow!
Dreams have connotations…and I wake up not remembering them most times. Someone once asked me to keep a book under my pillow and make note of what I dream. I sleep sound...nothing wakes me up…not even a bad dream! Actually not even the fire alarm (Blog post - London weather - 9°C light rain)
It is believed that ‘women tend to have frequent dream recall than men’. That is in most probability that women didn’t stress out as much as they do today! We are equals!!
The recall of dreams is extremely unreliable, though it is a skill that can be trained. Dreams can usually be recalled if a person is awakened while dreaming.
I remember dreams in parts…. elements, which stick in my mind, are of people I don’t expect to behave in a certain way, or the last person I thought of in my waking life.
A biker friend was telling me about his expedition and the fun of riding. The next thing I dreamt about is taking a biking lesson on top of a cliff… Vertical Limit! I fear bikes after the many freak shows I’ve been a part of.
That wasn’t a weird dream…hang on
I was taking my granny doubles on a bicycle it was a long trip, she decides to get off, I couldn’t ride the bicycle, it started to rain, I started walking and I keep starting over and over again!
The person I am, it was hard to accept that I couldn’t perform a simple task. The fears I have in my waking life are things I tend to dream of most often.
In one of my better dreams I met ‘Shubh’. This dashing stunner, who I met for the first time, better have a reason to be there. See, I remember what is important!!
The best design ideas come to me while I’m asleep. Luckily I wake up remembering most of those. And yea, those concepts have been the most successful and accepted. Dreaming is a vehicle for pictorial representation.
I believe dreams have a message. They are vivid, complex and are messages that cannot be delivered in any other way. They are emotions.
Everyone dreams not sure of ‘dreams coming true’ though!
…and believing that is my world! There are times when I am not aware of why I took a certain decision, but I thought it was logical. And at that moment it was my gut feeling and I went by it. Never regretted any thing this far.
I do things that I never wanted to, but my inner self has a reason. The 2 angels talk aloud. The good says ‘what do you loose?’ the evil says ‘you are mad!’. They play a role, but it is ME who has to take a call. When I look around I wonder if everybody goes through this chaos in the head.
To the outer world, we are all individuals who have everything well organized, no chaos and no doubts. But that’s not true. My head is a muddle. I don’t accept people lying, I hate it when they don’t appreciate what deserves a thought, I can’t do things for a reason, I hate people who don’t believe in themselves, I cant stand it when you are not given your well worth and I don’t understand why do you need examples of others to take a decision for you.
Why do we want to be like someone else? Why don’t we have the courage to say what we feel, to do what we like, and be with whom we want? Why are there egos?
Don’t all of us want to be accepted, valued, appreciated, recognized? Don’t all of us have special people around who we think of more often than we think they do?! Don’t we all have one person who is allowed to critic? Don’t we remember the thrill of seeing someone unexpected, the happiness in doing nothing? Why cant we just tell people what we feel?
If you just said ‘NO’, you are living a secret life!
I am tired of answering these voices. Why cant my secret life be THE ONE I am living?
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