Favourite Rain Song

As I was blog-hopping I came across a blog where someone has written down her favourite rain songs. This brought back the memories of an incident that happened last year.

So, we were on our way to Rishikesh when it suddenly started raining. It was beautiful weather and we both were humming tunes in between the conversations and silence.

Me: You know what is my favourite rain song?

ZZ(driving=concentrating on the road=eyes on the road and ears towards me and mind dont know where): No. Tell me..

Me (ghumming the son): This one. Have you seen the video. Akshay and Sonali are there in it.. Great Video..lovely music..

ZZ: Ohh..Yes, good song..

Me: I dont have that song in my laptop. I soo want to listen it.Download this song for me, ok.

ZZ: Sure..I too like that song. Akshay wala naa.

Me: yeah..

The song I was talking of is this one..

I really like this song. The voices of Hariharan and Chitra creates magic.

Those were the days when we were in the long distance relationship. The next time ZZ came, he told me non-chalantly that he has brought the video song and I get it copied before he leaves. I excitedly took the pendrive and dear friends this was the song waiting for me..

Apparantly, irrespective of my soulful rendition of that song, the only thing the man's mind registered was "Akshay"+"Rain Song".

Ah well, Cest la vie..:)

Question of the day

Ques: What is our National Sweet?

(I never knew that any such category existed, and only a couple of minutes earlier I got to know about it and here I am sharing my 'knowledge' and now I am craving for it:()

Hint: Attached video will help;)

Tag:After a long time

I found this fun tag at

http://thegalnxtdoor.wordpress.com/

, and here I am.

Rules

: Fill in the rest of the sentence with the title of a book you have read this year. I slightly tweaked the rules, as I haven’t read many books this year, yet. I have filled in the blanks using the names of books I have read so far.

In School I was: The Catcher in the Rye

People Might be surprised I’m: Interpreter of Maladies

I will never be: The White Tiger

My Fantasy job is: The Alchemist

At the end of a long day I need: Unaccustomed Earth

I Hate It When: 3 Mistakes of my Life

Wish I Had: The Secret

My Family Reunions Are: Great Expectations

At A Party You’d Find Me With: Sun Signs

I’ve Never Been To: South of the Border, West of the Sun

A Happy Day Includes: PS I Love You

Motto I Live By: Life as you make it

On My Bucket List: The Last Lecture

In My Next Life, I Want To Be: The Fountainhead

Tagging

Neha of My Lemonade Chronicles

and everyone else who is interested to take up this fun tag..

Middle path

Wife: I again have acne appearing on the face.

Husband (working at the laptop) (sounding supportive): no dear, you are looking fine. I dont see them (from here).

Wife: No, they are there. You cant see them from afar. Look..(leaning closer and brings her face in the line of sight of husband)

Husband (examines as a specialist through different angles) ( finding himself stuck between truth and daresay): Umm, ahmmm..I dont know. "well, they are not visible from here "

Someone is surely learning the tricks of marriage..

Daughetrs of beautiful women are not pretty

In my teens I made a theory, "Daughters of beautiful women are not pretty". Oh yes, my mummy is very beautiful and hence the theory:) In times, I have met many who supported this theory and I have celebrity evidences too to support.

I take after my father in looks as well as in behaviour department. And often I used to rue over this fact too.That I dont have eyes, nose , smile and beauty like hers. Then one day, an old acquaintance came to meet my parents. She had known my parents since their youth but hadnt meet them for like 14-15 years. I had just begun college then. And when she saw me, she exclaims.." You have taken after your mother!! So tall, such elegance ". Now my mother's elegance and style of carrying herself is incomparable but needless to say, I was on moon. I shared it with my mother and slept with a smile on my face.

No one can say, on looking at me that I am my mother's daughter. You know how on seeing some person you feel like "oh she looks exactly like her mother's/ father's" I wanted that to happen with me. So couple of months back I was going through the photos we clicked during Deepawali and I have this moment "omg, I am looking like her. Not completely, surely I dont have beautiful eyes and the natural smile like her, but well the cringes around the eyes and the curl around the lips are unmistakenly hers."

So you see, I am evolving. First the height, then the cringes and curls, and maybe one day people look at me and exclaims"oh she looks exactly like her mother's"..That would surely be a grand day for me. And it would be of great help to me if with time her easy-going nature, child-like exuberance, energy and timeless elegance also rubs in..:)

Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful mommies and all their not-so-pretty daughters.:)

Generalising Magazines

After so many dayss I laughed so much that I was left with aching cheeks..
Sample Conversation:
Friend: you know J, my cousin appeared in the "Playboy" magazine with..
Me, ZZ, Her husband (rotfl): what!!??
Friend ( finally realising the name that she had mentioned and a bit embarrassed): oh not playboy..what's that magazine called??!! ummm.."Men's Health"..yes, he appeared in that magazine..
Ahh well, we now have a topic to tease J and her..

Things I hate/ love about you

"I love it when you snooze with me

Care-free and sound.

And hate it when you wake me up

Saying baby, its 7:00 am around.

And hate it when you fight with me

Those silent battles again..

And love it when the ice is broken

And we are back in the playfield sane.

I love it when you like the food

That i cook with love for you

And hate it when you forget to

Praise it highly like you used to

And i hate it when you watch those channels

With action and sci-fi

And love it when you blabber on

As i watch “Desparate Housewives”.

I love it when i see you

Rolling on the waves so happy

And hate it when you drive so fast

In the roads with traffic scary.

And i love the way you heartily laugh

Like a child on stupid jokes.

And i hate the fact that i don’t have

Dimple on cheeks like yours.

I love it when we travel around

This keeps me sane and going

And hate it when i cant match

your exuberance high and flying

I love you for the flowers you bring

And for your trademark ‘biryani’

I love you for your beautiful heart

For the love and understanding.

I hate you too as well mister

As i often keep saying

I hate for the zillion things

In my heart i know I m lying..

You see how much I love you

And hate you that as much

But if I want to change one thing

I ll keep you always as such."

And with these cheesy lines i break this self-implied blog-'fast'. You see, office, where my creativity is at its peak;)has blocked blogger..:(

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