There's just something about him. .

I still remember the first day I saw him. . dressed in a pale blue shirt and formal trousers. .his hair going haywire. He was least bothered about his appearance. . but there was something about him that caught my fancy.

Those intense eyes, those sharp features, the way he walked , the way he talked. I was bowled over by the oodles of charm and attitude he possessed. One look into his eyes, and I would lose control over my thoughts. His confident strides across the room would set my pulse racing. I would wait each day to catch a glimpse of him. . and the days he spoke to me were a bonus.

Days passed and I started admiring him more and more. . when I finally asked myself- What makes him so special? Why does he make me go weak in the knees? Why do I always skip a heartbeat when I see him enter the room? Like most girls, I would say- there's just something about him and ignore the questions. Never tried to find out what that 'something' was. Was it his confidence? Or was it his deceptive looks? Was I infatuated or was I going crazy?

The wait had become unbearable and I finally chose to tell him about my feelings. 'Hello', I said. 'Hi' he greeted back and it made me forget how to breath! It was a dream-come-true for me when he held my hand and reciprocated my feelings. It seemed like a fairytale. . he would laugh with me when I would be happy. . and hold my hand reassuringly when I would feel low..To rest my head on his shoulders meant the world to me. .I would watch him closely, never taking my eyes off him, not even chancing a blink. I felt like I would miss out on something.

Those never-ending long drives. . those sweet nothings we would whisper in each other's ears. . those endless phone calls that seemed like seconds and never made us realize that hours had passed. . those 'goodmorning' and 'good night' texts messsages. . those warm hugs. .those subtle kisses on the forehead. . those promises we made. . those cups of coffee we had sitting together. .those sudden compliments. . those moments of happiness. Life seemed so fine and perfect when suddenly. . . . . the alarm clock went off. All of a sudden everything seemed so unreal. . I woke up from sleep and realised that. . . it was all a dream. . .a beautiful dream . .

Clicked!

Saw the live telecast of the world premiere of Mani Ratnam's Raavan in London, on Wednesday. Honestly, I have never been fond of Abhishek and Ash. Surprisingy, I was glued to the screen when the couple made their first appearance. Don't know what exacty was special 'bout the two, that day-but they surely looked amazing together! What a beautiful couple.God bless 'em!

Fair Laadli

The moment you switch on the TV, the very first thing that catches your eye is Genelia endorsing Garnier Light or Asin speaking in favor of Fairever. You must have seen one of those ads, in which an otherwise 'ordinary' looking girl gets all the attention from her dream guy, just 'coz she uses a stupid fairness cream? That's the most common concept they use in fairness cream propaganda. Far from making a positive impression on dark skinned people, they serve as a constant reminder of the fact that- hey! you need to be fair enough in order to be goodlooking!? Most of us, unfortunately don't realise that being fair is not a prerequisite for looking good. I can't blame them actually, it is all because of the constant ranting that they hear from aunties about how important being gori-chitti is, in life! Leave aside aunties, girls who are not so fair face criticism and sarcasm at every point in life- directly and indirectly both.

The other day I was chatting with this friend of mine from college. He started telling me about the girl from his class, he likes. Not so surprisingly, the very first thing that he said was- "Yaar, she is too beautiful! Bilkul gori. . as white as snow!" The next day I caught a glimpse of the same girl, who was nothing but average in terms of looks. Okay, I know I can be overly critical at times, but I seriously found her strictly average. Not to forget, had she been a bit on the darker side, she would have resembled koena mitra! It is a well established fact that 9/10 Indian men have a fetish for fair skinned girls. Can't deny that. Pick up any matrimonial ad and the first thing you come across is 'girl should be fair', to hell with the girl's profession of course! Funny ain't it?

Being a bong, I have been in contact with bengali women more than punjabi ones. There's this thing that I have noticed about punjabi aunties( NO OFFENCE). The definition of beauty for them, is being gori-chitti and having a good figure, read good figure as in having a kamra and not a kamar (with lots of flab!). haven't really understood the reason behind it. Maybe 'coz they want their future daughter in-law to be overactive in the kitchen! The moment they see a not so fat girl, they start off with their kabhi bhi kahi bhi free advice -" Beta desi ghee ke bane paranthe khaya kar aur lassi piya kar! Kitni patli hai!". . ..whoops. . I kind of wavered from the main topic of discussion! Got carried away! Perhaps size zero actually gives them a nasty heartburn …!

While surfing channels, I came across this serial on Colours in which the girl's mother covers her face with mud so that her exceptionally beautiful face goes unnoticed! Bizarre right? In one of her overly melodramatic dialogues, the girl's mother expresses grief over the girl being kaali, and hence not being liked by people! ( Am just citing an example- obviously she looks weird with the unibrow and stuff!)The thing that people fail to realise is that being light skinned is something that is beyond a person's control. It totally depends on what genes he/she inherits. The thing that is in our own hands, is how we shape our lives, how successful and happy we are, in the end!

We are in the mid of 21st century and India is shining! But what about the foolish notions that all of us possess? The caste system has been eradicated(well,almost!), but it has left behind a new problem altogether- the ward between fair skinned people and dusky people! We Indians leave no stone unturned in emulating the western society. It may sound stupid, but why do you think people in foreign countires go for sunbath or tanning lotions? Are they crazy? Think for yourselves!

Disclaimer: This post is not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments. It is just one of those random things that actually make you think! :)

Back at it. . !

Okay, it's been a while since I updated my blog. Why exactly does one write blogs,btw? One may blog when one is utterly anguished because of something and wants to pen down one's thoughts in order to assuage the pain. Perhaps at times, an expression of exultation can't wait to share with the world. After all, joy shared is joy multiplied! One may also write a blog out of sheer ennui.But the point is, where is the time to write blogs? Anyway, no more excuses from my side!Guess it is time for me to start afresh. So, here are new thoughts and an old me in a new blog:)