Satte pe Satta.

Seven Things I want to do before I die:

1. Adopt
2. Live
3. Discover the elixir of life ;))
4. Go on a World Tour.
5. Own a villa in Tuscany (Italian food, Italian Men, Olives...can anyone as for more!)
6. Sponsor a child's (or children's, depending on how much money I have) education.
7. Build a school for underprivileged kids.

Seven Things I can do :

1. Listen patiently
2. Adhere to a diet..strictly.
3. Smile
4. Cry
5. Worry
6. Write
7. Blog

Seven Things I say most :

1. Gosh!
2. Jeez
3. Whtz up?
4. Oh! God!
5. Get Lost
6. Go to hell
7. I’ll kill you!!

Seven Things I can't do :

1. Tolerate cigarette smoke.
2. Paint.
3. Stop Shopping.
4. Make small conversations.
5. Stand the smell of fish.
6. Get up early in the morning.(unless you consider 11:59 AM as morning!)
7. Write humourous stuff.

Seven Things that attract me to the opposite sex :

1. Voice (well modulated and sexy)
2. Passion
3. Simplicity
4. Sensibility
5. Good boy..with that mischevious bad boy look ;-)
6. Eyes
7. Ability to strike a conversation.

Seven Celebrity crushes (It's so difficult to stick to 7) :

1. Brad Pitt. (ooohhhh + ooomph)
2. Rahul Dravid.
3. Abhishek Bacchan
4. Pete Sampras
5. John Abraham
6. Tom Hanks
7. Denzel Washington

Seven People I want to tag:

1. Z000nie
2. Keshi
3. Sunny Boy
4. Gops
5. SA - He doesn't blog. Only posts comments.
6. Amit.H - He doesn't blog. Only posts comments.
7.Mitesh

:.I also want to tag other Non-Bloggers:.

1. Vijz
2. Sheetal
3. Richa
4. Suraj
5. Rahul
6. Sana
7. Vibha

Happiness with 0% calories.

The discussion was "Merits / De-Merits of Dieting and Exercise. Bhaiya said, "Niks you are a chottu who's turned Mottu". I gaped. Food choked. Culdn't eat. Grrrr...my brother.

My own flesh and blood said that...Khoon ke rishtey...

So then I promised myself that I'd stop eating outside, would not go to _Mocha / Barrista / CCD or any other place that serves ma fav. choco / banana - walnut brownie!

But then, Tomm is Sushant's Appy Budday and then it's Rahul's and Sana's and so many more B'days cming up. And there is a wedding I gotto attend...how do I let go of such events?

To prove my brother wrong and to ascertain that I am not a "MOTU", I removed my sooper purana jeans and tried them. These jeans are my acid test. I wear them to check on my stats everytime I feel guilty 'bout missing the Gym. Tday morning when I tried them..I fit into them. I haven't put on an inch!! Yeh!Yeh! Dhin...tara...dhin tara....

No fat needs to be burnt now..Bhaiya was wrong. Sms'd him. And I am soooooo happy....

I hate working on Saturdays. You can call me lazy, lethargic and sluggish. I am a vagabond at heart.

By vagabond I don't aim to be a hermit or a reculse. I want to be free...I don't want to be bound by rules, I don't want to be chained. I want to live each day in awe. So much happens each day and I just want to experience as much as I can. I want to be a person who lives and let lives. I want to be close to nature and in turn be close to the Creator. I want to go round the world, across mountains, across seas, through desert and snow. I want to go for long drives to nowhere in particular; Step off the trail and letting yourself get lost at a park. I want to meet people, talk to them, shake hands with them, learn about their culture..about them.

I want to share the knowledge that I have and gaining what I dont. I want to be a bird in the sky, an animal in the forest, a fish in the ocean and a human on earth. I want to run to where I want to, dance to the tunes of the raindrops, hear my voice echo on the cliff of a mountain; visit every shrine in the world and admire the beauty.

I want to see people smiling, I want to hear laughter....I want so many things, but most of all I want to be at liberty; to do what I want to do, to feel what I want to, to think, to dream....

I want Saturdays to be a holiday. Period.

Am I asking for too much?

Was chatting with Vijz last nite for 4 hrs continous. Apart from the fact that we are best of pals, what brings us to a common cubicle is our insane sense of humour which we both possess. We make a laughter riot of the saddest of jokes and even njoi them immensely.

Was telling her how Arjun loves to hear nursery rhymes while he's put to sleep and thereafter we created our own version of nursery rhymes. We screwed the originals and laughed on their maligned versions.

Here's how it started:

Nikita says: Arjun loves hearing "Mary had a little lamb wala poem"

Vijz says: You actually sing the entire poem to him? Just tell him in short na, "Mary had a little lamb...and it was delicious after it was cooked"!!!

Nikita says: Yeah, right!

Vijz says: Ok, here's my version of "Twinkle Twinkle"

Nikita says: Go on.

Vijz says: Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Powdered Pencil, Cold Cream Jar,
Powder Puff and Lipstick too,
Will make a beauty out of YOU!

Nikita says: I dn't need the above things to make a beauty out of me :P


Vijz says: Fcuk off!

Vijz says: Another one.

Vijz says: On Mary and her little lamb....oops skirt.

Nikita says: skirt????

Vijz says: My / Our version, remember?

Nikita says: ok.

Vijz says: Mary had a little skirt,

Nikita says: Little???with splits on the side

Vijz says: He!he!he! You and your "wild" imaginations!!

Nikita says: :D

Vijz says: Everytime Mary walked,

Nikita says: Guys would see her thighs!

Vijz says: Wah!Wah!

Vijz says: So, complete it

Nikita says: Mary had a little (short) skirt,
with splits on the side,
Everytime Mary walked,
Guys would see her thighs!

Nikita says: Poor Mary! She's gone thru so many adaptions by us.

Vijz says: He!he!he!

Nikita says: Ok, bye now

Vijz says: Ok Bye. cheee you. G'nite. Sweety-piez.


Vijz, my life would have been so colourless with you.

Another rainy day....

Eerie clouds, heavy rains, oh and an alien hue. Another fine day in Mumbai.

And, I am lovin' it! :-)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttchhhhhhhooooooooo. Xcuse Moi.



I've caught a fever and her maids-in-waiting, headache, et al. It'll give me a lot of time to myself though..sometimes, one needs that kinda time...even if u're sick, if it gets u away from all and leaves u in the company of urself, sometimes...sometimes its' good.

whatsayu?!



Khair.



You guys have a nice weekend.

May you be blessed with prosperity and happiness.



Happy Ganesh Chaturthi to all!



~Cheerio!

And hence it all came at an end. Shorter questions and even more shorter answers. A Final BYE is where it gradually came to a close. That one conversation drifted them miles apart from each other. It was quite peaceful, no struggle, no assaults on the senses, the mind was free..only the heart would take longer.

Hate it when I have no one else to blame but myself.

Am i supposed to feel better or worse when you tell me, 'a lot of other people have gone through this, you will come out of it ok'?

Dealing with the Ideal.

This is the outcome of the endless time spent at the college canteen.

All researchers all over the world and also the makers of Viagra have concluded that women are a lot more complicated than men. Was talking to Rahul on why love, sex, marriage, passion mean different things to Men and Women, and he pops the question, “What women want”?

Donno about the other wimmen, but for me my willingness to love someone depends on numerous inconsistent factors, unlike men, for whom arousal always leads to desire.! I am just as mystifying, bewitching and bewildering, like every other woman, to men. Unlike men who want to get to the destination quick ;-), but I checker the highway to love and passion with many directions, potholes, speed-breakers and check-posts!

I am not into fast food. To me, dating is a delicate process: it’s a test of compatibility, a connection of souls, and for the man to come into my life he must be gifted with:

1. Gift of a visual treat. Ok, I’ll aim for a Brad Pitt or a Hugh Grant, might also settle for a lesser mortal. My guy has to be taller than me and his breast size can’t exceed mine. Moustache-free men, to me are SEXY.

2. Gift of passion. I have an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. The hands-off chemistry must electrify my senses. Whether it’s looking deep into my eyes, (stripping me of all my pretenses) while conversing, speaking with a passion for life, work, hobbies, work, even a fellow sexy women colleague/friend or by sporting a masculine perfume or deo, he must attract, attract, ATTRACT!

3. Gift of sincerity and ease. Insincere praise is worse than no praise at all. Even self-praise is a put-off and a complete NO NO. Boastful talk about materialistic possessions and status is just too irritating. I immensely enjoy conversing with men who are comfortable in their own skin, confident and non-threatening.

4. Gift of the gab (Most important). It seems to me that small talk comes in large doses. Mental foreplay is sexy and stimulating, and men who can banter on a variety of topics and issues with clarity, wisdom and intellect enthrall me, assuming they speak good English and devoid of bad breath.!

5. Gift of manners. I judge a man by the way he treats his pets (if of course, he has one or many), children, parents and staff. A man who is amiable despite having gotten served the wrong dish and politely brings it to the notice of the hotel staff gets three cheers!!!

6. Gift of humour. I admire people who have the ability to laugh at themselves, take life head-on with wit and sparkle.

7. Gift of spontaneity. The element of surprise is exhilarating. A walk in the rain, roses, an impromptu decision of a long drive or a short vacation over a long weekend…Sigh!

8. Gifted with no addictions. Kissing a smoker is like kissing an ash-tray. I find smoking and drugs physically offensive.

9. Gift of romance. To be ordinary is not a choice. Blame it on my teenage Mills and Boon fetish but romantic, chivalrous men score major brownie points. A man, who is able through simple gestures to make me feel I’m not just one person in this world but am the world to him, magnetizes me.

10. Gift of sensitivity. All people, things who are integral part of my life should be accepted. Not necessarily appreciated. Acceptance should be unconditional.

In short, crossing the BIG line adds up to trust, respect, chemistry, comfort, longevity and romance. Is it a very tall order? But then women like me are also very hard to impress.

Ok, It was not a big deal. I confided in him and told him of my worst fears. And I hear him say, "Niks, give your small bheja some rest"!! "You need to chill mate",!!. What the hell??!! Grrrr.... Feel like kicking him on his ass!!!

I should have felt lighter after confiding in him. BUT NO! I am ANGRY at HIM for making fun of me. Some people. *Sigh*

I want to know...How do you feel after confiding in someone (it can be anyone from a close friend to a sibling)? Do you feel light or do you feel..Oh!God..now she/he knows everything? What is your state of mind? Do you feel bad? Do you feel as if you've done a mistake by opening your potpourri?

So long...comments awaited.