The Hub

Its where I grew up as me,
Its the place that welcomed VIP’s
It was a hub of activities,
A Place-To-Be
It was my room,
loaded with privacy.

It where we ate, we drank, and we laughed,
Its where everyone got dressed
& fought for their mirror’s half,
It was where the phone nd music never stopped
Prolly why we missed class after class?

Its where I got my first kiss,
Its where I realized; Wa luv really is?
Its where my heart broke a thousand pieces
Its where I packed my bags and left for studies.

Once again I’m in this room
I heart it all, I c it thru.
A flash of moments run thru ma mind,
like life captured in images of black nd white

It was a Place-To-Be,
Loaded with privacy
My room, the hub of activities.

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Effin’ long weekend

You hear it on the news everyday but u never pay much attention coz u think this will never happen to u. Well, it did. It was the start of the long weekend (a 4.5 days long), a perfectly well laid out with plans long weekend. Little did i know that all my plans were about to change.

Day 1- Friday
6.30pm- I realized I forgot my wallet at work. FML. Living without all your cards and id’s for four days is not even a question. I knew I had to get it back. So without thinking I start driving to work. I know no one is there past 5pm except maybe security. As I approached the main door I hear a voice- is it God? No can’t be coz its telling me to come back another day and another time. The genius in me concluded it must be security. How did they know? I didn’t even touch the front door yet- Creepers! After figuring out where the voice was coming from (which was a hidden intercom that u never notice even thou u walk past that damn thing every single day) I answered back.

After explaining the whole situation, after flashing my ID in front of the camera, after numerous other security steps I finally got thru them. At this point I was waiting for someone to escort me into the building; I was quite impressed by their apt response to the whole situation. Finally the door opened and a security lady (a polite one indeed) escorted me to my desk after un-alarming 3 doors- wow, the building looks so-different at this hour I thought to myself. I walk to my desk and I got my wallet from my drawer and I apologized for the inconvenience I caused to the whole security department. To which they said: “Your are not the first, and you probably won’t be the last!”. Chee Thanx. That makes me feel a whole lot better. That was one ordeal but not even close to what I was going to experience the very same night.

11.40pm

I was laying in my bed when I thought I heard rapid gunshots at a very close range. I jumped up at the sound of that. WTF, I thought to myself. After waiting for few seconds, I went close to the window and I stood behind the wall (obviously I won’t stand in front of the window- what if I get shot?) and peaked through my blinds. I saw someone run in the distance but I could only see the legs and that the man was wearing a black and white track pants. Thanx to the tree in front of my window I could not see the ethnicity of the man. OMG should I call the police? I thought to myself. Then I wondered if my sister heard it so I went to her room and she was doing precisely the same thing- watching through her blinds. After few mins we saw the cops patrol our neighborhood. Oh this did not look good. They were patrolling on foot with flashlights (the kinds u see in CSI). I was patrolling inside my house trying to figure out what happened. They did not let anyone come out of the house. After spending 45 mins trying to piece together all the possibilities that could have happened, I decided I was too tired to think any further and went to bed.

Day 2- 9.30 AM

I was woken up by my sister- “You need to get up”, she said. I did. Quietly followed her downstairs coz I knew she had to tell me or show me something-it was the look on her face that gave that away. That was wen I saw our front door window was smashed and all the glass was lying inside our house. WTF I say again- Well its kinda automatic when things like these happen. I can’t help it. I tried to calm her down reasoning that its prolly someone who wanted to hide at our place and has smtg to do with the gunshots we heard last nite. No worries, i told her. Let’s call the Cops. Before doing that, I just wanted to have a look from outside my house. When i did go outside I saw it was not just the front door glass they have broken but my garage door has 6-7 tiny dents in it and the lamp outside is broken too. Yes, u guessed it -WTF? Well, what else do u expect me to say?

Anyways, I called the cops and they just filed a report and put the whole thing under-Home Vandalism. They didn’t even bother to show up and c if it could be possible smtg else- like a targeted attack? After talking to the neighbours we found out that there were two guys with hockey sticks wandering around our neighbourhood making lot of noise. They saw them and yelled and scared them away. Thts prolly wen I saw someone run thru my window last nite. Someone else from the neighborhood also filed a report against them but the no-good cops didn’t tell us that but we had to call them back to tell them to cross reference the two reports. Seriously, shouldn’t the cops know this? I was pissed off! My home is vandalized, I duno who did it, why they did it, is it targeted?, the cops never showed up, I have to fix all this mess- all this BULLSHIT for no god damn reason. This is not how I had planned my long weekend. God I was sooo pissed. FML!

So, after spending hours being scared and pissed I started cleaning up. Let me tell u cleaning up shattered pieces of glass all over the floor is NOT an easy job. They got me twice.

I am a person who needs logical reasoning to everything. And till I figure out what had happened I couldn’t rest in peace. It was around 4 in the evening I talked to my aunt who also lives in the same vicinity and found out that those kids were creating a lot if disturbance in their neighborhood and that our place was just a random attack. That is when I talked to some other neighbours as well and it all fell in one pc- it was just a random attack by some drunkard teenagers who had ntg better to do in life.

It did help knowing what had happened but it still makes me mad on many levels. How can someone shake the very secured feeling that a house gives u for no reason? Why do we rely on police for our security? I learned that its every man for himself in the world we live in today. Its not fair- I did not had to go thru this and feel insecured in my own house just because some kids decided it would be fun to wreck someone’s place. I have learnt many things from this experience and as always it has made me stronger then ever. Life’s like that!

p.s. The weekend from that evening onwards started looking better. It did end well. Thank Heavens!

Ziba nd I

She’s stylish, she’s smart, she’s sexy, and she’s brilliant. Yes am talking about Ziba! Anyone who knows me knows about Ziba. And those who don’t- well, u knw where u are in my books then. She is my baby and I get deeply offended when ppl don’t ask me how is ziba ever once in a while. Sometimes, they (emotionally nd technologically challenged ppl) often ask me what does Ziba mean and how come she is a she? Or worse yet they say- Its just a notebook! Oh they get in trouble I tell u that. Before I go on to answer their questions- they get a look from me. Yes, you know that look. So I decided I should get the facts straighten out once and for all- Ziba means Beautiful in Persian and anything that is hawwt, smart, sexy, and intelligent can only be a woman! And no its not JUST a notebook.

There is more then that to Ziba- She’s got a radiant yet warm personality. She captivates ur attention and indulges you into a magical world where you forget reality and are connected one-on-one with her. She’s skilled in stealing ur time without ur awareness and yet leaves u feeling satisfied in the most guilt-free way. She is quite advanced than her fellow kind and very talented as well. Oh did I mention she is a brilliant multi-tasker and a great entertainer?

She gets a little jealous when I dnt spend enough time with her or when I start talking about upcoming notebooks. She feels threatened somehow. One time I decided it would be nice for Ziba to meet her other kinds so I introduced her to a Mac. They didn’t last very long coz Ziba complained that he (the MAC) doesn’t run too long and isn’t stylish enough (ziba can rotate 180 degrees and can fold flat and is a Touchscreen) for her. She does have a lot of attitude coz of her features. So now she is happily single and looking for a suitable playbook. (An add on craigslist mite help?)

It will be almost one year next week since Ziba came into ma life and she already has a list of accessories she would like for her special day. In this one year Ziba and I had some great times together even when she threw random scans on me for not spending quality time with her- yet we make a happy duo.

-This ones for u Ziba
❤ ❤

Cheerios

I love cereals. From healthy ones with fiber content more than 3gms to not so healthy ones like Fruit loops that will make me extra sweet and keep my energy level to the roof. I can eat cereals for breakfast, dinner, I-dunno-wa-else-to-eat-times, and if that’s not all I think they make a great dessert too.

My absolute favorite is Honey Nut Cheerios (thou I love the new Oat Cluster Cheerios & Multi-Grain cheerios amongst others)

I have a cupboard devoted to my cereal boxes (no they are not arranged alphabetically- am not crazy you know!) When I started watching Seinfeld, a decade ago, I was elated to notice that I was not the only cereal fixated in the world. And since then I have great respect for Jerry Seinfeld. Possessing a marketing mastery, I have a keen eye on the boxes and its contents, knowing how the company is playing with the minds of customers using various marketing clichés. But I do admit all my business knowledge goes out of the window when I open the box and expertly open the off-white plastic bag and smell the contents with ‘aahhhh….’, which is usually followed by a handful taste checks, as if I suspect the contents inside.

If you are a close observer like me, you’ll notice that when you put milk in your cereals they always make a crackling sizzling sound. That’s sugar for you baby! Unfortunately, most people mess up with the milk/cereal ratio. It always amuses me that how some people can never get it straight. Making the rite bowl of cereals with the perfect milk/cereal ratio that makes rhythmic sounds-is an art! I also believe if you can listen to someone talk while your eating cereals then my friend you’ve waited too long to get to your bowl.

I know there will come a day when people will go out for cereals-like going out for drinks, coffee or pitas. I wonder what it would be like to own a place called ‘c-reals’z’ with cereals displayed in fine cylinder like glass containers (as in glass bar or assorted candies in the grocery store). You could order your own cereal-mix it and match it with your choice of milk (or perhaps Baileys: for those who like to live on the wild side) with add-ons like freshly cut fruits to dry nuts. Ok, I guess I may be on to something. I think am gonna stop writing about what could be a potential business plan. Also, all this cereal talk has made me very hungry. Excuse me; I think I need my bowl of ‘o’s. Cheerios for Cheerios!

Monsoon Rains!

Its time again for the rains, the monsoon rains. What is it that I love so much about the rains, I am not sure. Is it the rhythm of the rain drops falling on the surface, the smell of the wet soil, the clean up of the dirt on the roads, the urge to drink a nice cuppa tea, the different sounds the rain bring in different corners of the house, the breeze, the visit of the unwanted species that crawl their way through and about, the darkness that invades the house, the conversations of the clouds or the stillness of the time. No, I say to myself. There is more to why I love rains. Yes there is. I go back to deliberating on a lazy July afternoon accompanied with my favourite cuppa earl grey. Its funny how this tea is always around when am giving something a thought. I smile to myself, looking at my mug, ‘you my friend are my partner in sin’. Yes that’s what earl grey does to me. It makes me think. I have a habit of drifting from one topic to another in my thoughts; I believe it’s a psychological process to keep me sane.

Coming back to the topic of rains…ahhhh! I say to myself. Rains! I know why I love them. They bring thousand emotions with them. There are days when they make you feel oh so romantic and then there are days when you feel completely blue. They can take you to the highest of your highs and lowest of your lows. They can make you dance with them in a funny circular motion and they can make you believe, you’re truly alive. There are days when you reach out to touch the raindrops and you smile when they melt in your palms, MAGIC you think! They make you wanna go out for a long drive or hang out with loved ones or they can make you sit by the window and reflect on your life. Whatever the rain makes you wanna do in the end they do bring with them abundant emotions. Every time it rains, someone is in love, someone is lonely, someone is blue, someone is in a complete bliss, someone is crying with the sky and someone is raising his arms to thank god for the downpour. Everyone has a different reason. Everyone has a unique emotion.

As I write this I realize it’s a beautiful bright sunny day and I am thinking of the rain. Oh! How I wish it would rain today.

Ask Yourself

How busy are we? Oh I know, very! Aren’t we all? There are million things we are busy with. But in taking care of all we sometimes forget the simple acts of kindness. “I don’t have time” is a damn good excuse and it works too, almost always. In this ever changing world where from gadgets to laws from relations to people everything changes, ask yourself if your habits are changing too? I think they are.

I am blessed with good observation skills and so I can’t help notice things people do unconsciously while running through their chores, on the street, in their cars, etc. It never fails to amaze me how rude some people can be by not saying a single word and at the same time how courteous some people can be by a simple act of consideration.

Ask yourself:

  • Do you hold the door for the person behind you?
  • Do you say ‘thank you’ to the waiters/servers?
  • Do you stop in the middle of the road to give right of the way to a pedestrian who is trying to cross the busy road?
  • Do you ‘thank you’ or let out a wave when someone lets you merge in the lane
  • Do you litter?
  • Have you ever gone out of your way to help a complete stranger?

Let’s forget about strangers for a minute. How busy are we for our own people? Let’s see:

  • When was the last time you picked up the phone to call someone who hasn’t been expecting your call?
  • Have you surprised someone lately?
  • When was the last time you cooked someone’s favourite dish for them as a surprise?
  • Do you appreciate/encourage/compliment enough?
  • When was the last time you had a heart to heart conversation with someone?
  • Are you a good listener? Think again!

I know my answers…do u?

What are you waiting for..

LET IT OUT!