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My Book Release : Memoirs of The Illustrious Interviewer

So just in case you didn’t know, I pseudo-awesomely worked with People Magazine and Popsugar for two years. And today being the last year of my contract, I decided I’ll publish my Memoir that consists of some of their best posts which I contributed. But who reads the writer’s name anyway, yes? Regret not being my best friend? You must.

Anyway, so a quick prologue-atory-poem and some Chapters from my book which will be published by Harper-Collins, soon. I have all the copyrights to my articles. As the 365 days clause is over.

I’m the kind of person,

who would find her roomie’s

lost Gucci watch

and demand a treat

if she wants it back.

I tear open a packet of wafers

by stabbing it with a fork.

I enjoy sarcastic comedy

and dish it on anyone

who stares at my bohemian

ways of dressing

and barbarian ways of

eating.

I’m just bull-shitting you guys. The truth is, we are having submissions and so I get all these whacked- out ideas that I want to write about and Sunday afternoons which I spend unproductively screw my mojo up. And you silent guys are not helping. Why can’t my blog be like Julia from Julie and Julia or that chic in Awkward (serial) or even hellogiggles ?

No, I’m not having a bad-hair-day. Only people with great hair get to use that term, in the first place. I have an absolutely unsolvable love for Brooklyn 99. I secretly wish i could turn time a few years back, get famous enough to chill with Andy Samberg and be HIS wife so I can feature in pictures like THIS:

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Thta pretty lady is Joanna Newsom. A singer-songwriter…artsy types. I first heard her voice on Youtube and got scared. Then when I digged deeper, her songs are deep. Gutsy Unpretentious and she has a charm about herself. I get you, Samberg.

Then, the London Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show aka Million-dollar-bra-made-for-women-or-WivesWithHusbands-owning-Fortune500-companies-or-actors-or-just-rich-people. But I do love Kloss. I did not know shit about this. I thought Victoria Beckham owned this? Didn’t you think so, too? Anyway my roommate introduced me to Cara Delavingne and after that everything in my I-Hate-Te-Pretentious-Fashionista-Life-Ideology, downhill. Why?

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Because Klos is amazing. Shush.

Then Joanna Newsom’s song : The Book of Right On is addictive.

Have a busy week ahead. My parents anniversary on Tuesday. My birthday in exactly 30 days. Presents can be sent as gracious vouchers from Flipkart or Amazon. Or you could leave a message. Or think of me when you pray. Or include me in your dedication. Or Acknowledgements. Anyway.

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Desperate words.

Life is.

Everything hanging out in a random box, unintentionally,  piling up day after day.

Some useful. Some morose.  Some dumped-in because they don’t fit in…perhaps because they are broken or mismatched.
Some just waiting to get noticed because you put them in there in your cleaning spree with NO FORETHOUGHT and now are looking for it everywhere.
Will you find it? Yet, its still there.
Life can be a mess or organised as Cara Delevigne ‘s vanity-box or Bob Borson ‘s architecture blog.
Or just be beautiful, frank and yet original like Anh Duongart ‘s self-portraits.

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You jut have to live it to solve the puzzle. Embrace the madness. Be open to possibilities and risk.  Push yourself. Find yourself. Let go. Repeat!

Hold the tension like a Violin String and make something beautiful! (Julie Bernstein)

Get wounded. Accept loss. Cry. Throw Up. Fall down. Tear. Bleed. Burn. Cry again. Let guilt poke you. Sorrow sting you. Because its okay. And you’ll heal.

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Joel Meyerowitz says, “Time is unstoppable. Nature as time erases the wounds. Transforms the event as it goes further away.”
Pick up the pieces, make something new. Its all just lying there for you to see.
Passionate optimism.
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Customised Playlist : New Beginning

Lately, music has been a driving factor in my life. Be it happiness, frustration (when I got soaked by drainage water; my A-key is almost jammed, etc)

It keeps us running or its the enriching factor. Trust me, I’ve got background music running all the time in my head for all types of situations. Even when girls are cat fighting in the dorm bathing-cubicles, ‘No, I came first!’.

Sometimes, when I get new songs I actually take off on bathroom/coffee breaks from class to listen to the peace. Oh and listening while walking is heaven. I bought new earphones with my first writing-pay. So you can imagine. Anyway, enjoy.

The following list…no real order actually, they re all so fly. I hope you enjoy it. No, it’s not teenage dumb-shit. It’s good music. For people from all walks of life.

1. Hero – Family Of The Year

Love the music and the lyrics just fall in place. It speaks of all our dreams and the need for us to be free. ‘Your masquerade, I don’t wanna be a part of your parade. Everyone deserves a chance to walk with everyone else.’

2.A Girl, A Boy and A Graveyard – Jeremy Messersmith

Mellow, beautiful. Deep. It’ll get onto your lips in no time. Good vocals, too.

3. Superheroes – The Script

I’ve missed this band. But they’re back with a powerful, lively and balld-like song. Heart of Steel. Phrases like that. Energetic. Workout or productivity issues? Use this one.

‘Coz’ you’re stronger than you think. A heart of steel begins to grow.’

‘Every day, every hour, turn the pain into power.’

4. A Sky Full of Stars – Coldplay

This album was  change to their usual style. Mixed bag. But this song just lights up everything in your soul. Chris’s own recovery is felt. Or maybe its just me.

5.All Eyes On You – St. Lucia

New age music on the go. Perfect beats.

‘I will always stand-by, not in the shelf’

6.All of Me – John Legend

His voice is gold. The music video is going to be one of those evergreen-all-time favourites. You can never get tired of this. Beautiful lyrics. Tears your soul apart.

‘All of me loves all of you Love your curves and edges. Love your perfect imperfections’

And yes, That does not sound the least bit cheesy. Absolute favourite. It melts me. And of you sing it/ dedicate it to someone, you’re gonna sweep them right off their feet alright.

7.Am I Wrong- Nico and Vinz

No time to feel down. This song is gonna smack you nd wake you up from the pit hole you think you’re in.

‘So am I wrong for thinking we could be something for real.

Now am I wrong for trying to reach for thing I cant see?’

8. All of The Stars

I hardly think any other song could complement The Fault In Our Stars better. Touching. Beautiful. If I could, I’f hug Ed Sheeran. Lovely vocals, amazing song.

‘And I know these scars will bleed but both of our hearts believe all of these stars will guide us…’

9. Angel -Jack Johnson

The guitar and the guy. God, lovely music. Deliberately slow so that the lyrics get absorbed into your cortex and make you feel beautiful.

‘She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home.’

10. Animals – Maroon 5

Adam Levine makes you feel things with that voice of his. He’s got you alright. Ver catchy and makes you dance. Upbeat. I just go crazy. Hot, hot, hot.

‘You can pretend its meant to be, you can’t stay away from me.’

11.Bad Girl aka Tera Naam Japdan Phiran -Waseem Stark ft Mickey Singh’

A playlist by an Indian without a Punjabi song is just SO Wanna-be Firangi.You have to be a saint to not start dancing as soon as this plays. It’ll bring out the crziest moves. Burrrrrah! Dance, dance! Lose yourself to Punjabi music with electro beats if you’re into it. Cannot forget Superwoman ( @iisuperwomanii) dancing to this one dressed up as  guy XD

‘Tere naam toh sdke main jaawaan.’ 

12. Badra Bahaar – Amit Trivedi (Queen OST)

Lovely lyrics. Just amazing. I’ll trnslate it for you if you don’t get it Lovely lyrics by Amit. And highly catchy. Perfect for an awesome movie like Queen. Hindi nahi aata? No problem. Listen to it, anyway.

13. Flaws- Bastille

For the lyrics and because this band is great. Face it, you love them, too.

‘There’s a hole in my soul. I can’t fill it!’

14.Black Widow – Iggy Azzalea ft Ariana Grande

Don’t deny it. You’ll resist it if you’re not into this kinda music. Do not resist. Let it take over. The beats are to die for. And Iggy is awesome, really. Good break-up song, haha.

15. Blood Like Lemonade- Morcheeba

Will remind of popular bands of yesteryear. Catchy. Soulful. Great vocals.

16.Bore Bore – Bluffmaster OST

Old bollywood song. Arabic. And catchy as crazy. You’ll find yourself dancing. Bet! One of my friends actually learnt the Arabic part unlike the rest of us who just bbble shit when the part comes.

17. Break Free – Zedd ft Ariana Grande

Kinda EDM but Grande’s done a really neat job here. Dnace music and areobics. Also energetic and upbeat.

18. Butterfly – Jason  Mraz

You wan’t cheesy in the disguise of a magical voice? This is the song for it. Hehhe, Naughty at its best. Amazing vocals and lovely laid-back music. I’m not quoting it for obvious reasons.

19. Celebrate – MIKA

He makes me happy. This song makes me cartwheel in my head. Love it. So will you. Its the yearning :)

20. Chekele- Avial

It’s a band from Kerala. This song is in Malayalam. A language I’m yet to conquer completely. But you MUST listen to it for the Music. What amazing work. And if you understand, even better. Try it. A band with great talent.

21. Cool Kids- Echosmith

New type of music. A good listen.

22. Crossfire – Brandon Flowers

Do it for the lyrics. Amazing song.

‘We’re stuck in the crossfire between Heaven and Hell.’

So true.

Nice to play in parties, too.

23. Medicine 24. Youth – Daughter

Lovely album. And really good vocals. So is the music. Quality stuff.

25. Elephant 26. Mind Mischief – Tame Impala

What’ not to like? Crazy music in a good, good way. It’s my roomie’s ringtone. And you’ll love this.

26. Stay Hight – Tove Lo

Brek up song? Yes. Really good music? Yes. Catchy? Yes.

27.Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger – Daft Punk version

I’ve got you on this. DP is irresistable. I’d kill to see the faces behind the robot. I’m going to Google them up NOW. Catchy, motivating.

28.Heard It On The Radio – The Bird and The Bee

Discovered this band recently. They do really good covers. You must check them out. This song i particularly like!

29. Into The Fire- 13 Senses

Evergreen on ll my lists. The music, the beats. I was mindeffed when I listened to it for the first time and there is a bag of nostalgia sticking to it. I absolutely want you to try it.

30. June 31. Keep You 32. When It’s Over 33. Take Me Away- Wild Belle

4! Yes, check them out if you’re into Music for the Independent Soul. Laid back and chill.

34. Lost Stars  35. Like  Fool – Keira Knightley

No, I’m not fooling around. She can sing and very well. All rounder Knightley. Be it theatre, films or songs. I love this song. And the lyrics.

‘Are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark’

36.Khul Kabhi – Arijit Singh- Haider OST

For the lyrics and music. Pure music. And takes you to just another dimensions.Beautiful.

37. Kiss From A Rose- Seal

Timeless music. Classic. You must listen to it if you haven’t already.

38. Maahi Ve 39. Patakha Guddi (Nooran Sisters) – A.R Rahman- Highway OST

What music, God. He’s a genius. Yes, the same guy who won an Oscar for Slumdog Millionaire for those who don’t know him well. For Indians, he’s magic. And this song comes from one of the best movies, ever. It’s about The Journey of a girl who gets kidnapped but that’s how she actually tastes freedom. And love. And Randeep Hooda. Oh God, it took me so much time to get over his rough handsomeness. Uncut Diamond.

Patakha Guddi is a must-listen.

39. Open – Rhye

Some more Indepent Soul Music. Beauty in music, my reader.

40. Rude – MAGIC

You will love this song, its so catchy. Sway to its beats.

41.Stay With Me 42. Latch – Sam Smith

To die-for vocals. Stay with me gives me goosebumps. That powerful. Latch has David Guetta getting you dancing. I love Sam Smith now.

43. Swing Lo Magellan

Old-timer’s. And sway-able. Background music to my mad life.

44. Trumpets- Jason Derulo

He’ll get you on your feet. Party music, yes. Gym, too. Enjoy it.

45. Tu Meri – Vishal Dadlani – Bang Bang OST

Refreshing music at its best. Beach party. Come, dance with me!

46. La La La – Shakira

Lazy people not dancing in the party? This will help. LET IT GO!

47. Blame- Calvin Harris ft John Newman

Beautiful. What lovely music.

48. You & Me- Disclosure

Something  new for me, too.

49.Your Love- Nicole Scherzinger

GYM IT BITCHES. Beats.

50. Tonight You Belong To Me – Eddie Vedder

Its a cover. And my roomie Rhea and I re obsessed with it. Pretty lyrics and what melody.

51. Wake Up Call -Maroon 5

Dance.

52. RUBY -Kaise Chiefs

I bet you a 100 $ (no) tht you’ll start singing RUBY! RUBY! RUBY! when the chorus starts. I love it. Classic.

53. My Favourite Girl – The Hit Parade

Old-timer’s classic. If someone sang this for me, I’d melt like an ice lolly. What fun lyrics and music. Get it. Makes me smile like crazy. THIS is the song I want playing when Andy Samberg asks me out. (Unfortunately he’s almost a decade elder to me and probably married)

54. Yer Blues – Beatles

THIS is a Rhea-certified song. Classic, bitches.

55. Photogrph – Air

The video frees you. And the music wakes you up in a submliml way.

56. (BONUS )

Suga Suga- Baby Bash

It’s our guilty pleasure, sing-along song. Yes, reminds us of Blue and all those mellow and catchy pop bands.

57. (BONUS) Come As You Are – NIRVANA

Because we love him and Nirvana. How could someone possibly be so deep and good-looking. Those casual blonde strands dancing when he sang, shaking his head.

58. Shake It Off- Taylor Swift

Are you seriously not enjoying this?

59. You Know I’m No Good- Amy Winehouse

We love her.

I jope you liked this.

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Burrrahh! It’s funny. Really. Read it. Like, Now.

 Why, I ask why? Why should I put up a title that makes sense. Why should I endure the #ouijamovie ‘s  trailer before watching ||superwoman|| ? YouTube, hope you’re listening (reading).

Anyway, as if title dekh liya toh people will come running to read the rest of it like kids towards a cotton candy stall. So, we’ve had this really long (5 days) holiday. And the only constructive things I’ve done are…do my laundry (50%); run 300m; bought fruits; cleaned my room…and that’s just about it. And we have exams coming up on the 13th…next week, if you don’t want to check the date. But here I am, chooosing my jolly rancher sitting on my bed (ever since I put the new white-rajasthani sheets, I’m loving it more) and watching YouTube videos. Thank you college for the slow yet whatever WiFi. Tussi great ho (conditions apply)

You know, just recently I learned this fact: You can use only one exclamation mark (!) per 100 words. Leh, I can’t use it again now. So, my question is, to all those English professors (who are frowning upon my slang and grammatical errors) …what about the bracket usage? Because I have so much of sarcasm, extra notes, explanations, etc:- to add to my text. Plain sentences are too mainstream. Like Jane Austen books. My drama is of a totally different genre, you see. Can’t be mixed with lay-language. So, my new hostel is pretty cool with this sweet manager (I used to call her warden and by-mistake repeated it while talking to the Real Warden on the phone and bloody hell, he go pissed) who is stern yet nice to that ONE odd good girl (meaning : me). The others are toh aiwayi putting lipstick and wearing hot dresses and enjoying a nightlife while I play Sims 3 with All the expansion packs, mind you. So she’s like accepting all their fake letters (I write most of them) of going home, going to a localite’s birthday dinner; going for competitions. All bullshit. Bwahahaha. Anyway…she, the maids, cooks and few other girls are the only people in the hostel and I’m not saying its boring. The food is actually sexy, now. To all those chics who went off home: we are happy. Blah! Okay, no ranting. So yeah, that’s how it is. The only respite is the Back Gate. It’s actually a road. It’s the back gate of the most popular college in the *town* (where I study, not showing off….really…or am I?) where you have one Megamart; hundreds of fruit-juice stalls because, you know, kids need their Juju. And More: Departmental Store (Charges so much tax I’d like to sew them but they supply fresh fruits so what can I do?); stationery shops; eateries where you can splurge and become fat; tea-shops (we all know what boys do there); bakeries (different bakeries have their specialty: egg-puff; samosa bun, cream-bun, cigarettes, milkshake, sandwiches and whatever); there is this lovely Hot Chips shop where you get such awesome chips of all kind. I want to be a millionaire just to shop to my heart’s content there. And so that’s where we other  people who didn’t go home (because we are too cool for that, yeah right :/) socialize.

Yesterday I met my friend there after like, ages. He has a great voice and can sing Only Hope so good. Anyway, his name is Zain just like that 1D guy. So, in the beginning, when the two of us got selected for the Music Club (or whatever its called) the seniors typed his name as Zain Malik with mine and it was posted EVERYWHERE. Like, seriously. And the reason could have been me.

Jokes apart, I still have 2 buckets of clothes to wash. And I’m praying to all my Gods that the one’s that give off colour have not ruined my good-expensive ones, already. If that happens, I swear to God, I’ll kill myself. No, I’ll break something. No, I’ll skip lunch. No, wait, I’ll just wash my face.

Okay, then, I’m trying to write up short stuff for my Travelogue (which only God knows when I’ll publish). And then I have some more poetry. I wrote this one for an Arjun-Kapoor look-alike with a better nose, less bulk, cooler calf-muscles and …okay I’ll stop drooling…who I saw (not met) in a Converse store where I was struggling with a food baby (Remind me to tell you what it is, later) and Raya…actually Rhea (my roomie) was checking out shoes. I never…ever…never…buy branded sheez without my Dad. Like never. Because, well, he pays for it, so. I know, sounds so spoiled-bratish. Do not judge me. You’ll come to know the reality when you see me begging and embarrassing him in the store for a Marie Claire with 60% off (still costs Rs. 1280) or with a pile of books at Landmark…and he’ll be like, ‘This is my last warning. You have two minutes to replace them and leave.’ Yeah, that’s him. Typical ex-army.

And y’all think we Fauji-brats are so cool. Its only those hot ones with Dads too busy para-gliding to notice their kids poofing money in Connaught Place. And these kids post all these coolbeans pics from Andaman and Leh. And I’m like, I went there too. But my poses made me delete the pics. Anyway. Stuff happens. You just pop in a Pudin Hara and let it go.

PS: Everything above was to make you laugh or die. No offence intended. Hope you Enjaaaid.Leave a comment And hit that like so I know I’m not talking to myself, pervs, aliens or well, bots.

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Reel Past (Bhopal Chapter)

Bhopal arrived at 2345 hours. The night air was chilly and all of us stepped down the train, bedraggled. I still had some night-cream on my face and my hair stuck out in impossible angles.  While the others scurried away into the bright and lively railway station for a cup of coffee or a warm samosa, I stood by the sign-post that read Bhopal in two different languages. A million memories reeled past me. A fragment of my childhood remained here. And it was high time I returned to, if not collect them, pay them some homage. 

I remember my sister being hardly an year old with just two milk teeth sticking out from the center. Dad was the Officer-in-command at that time and so we had a lush green garden behind our house. And I remember the swing with the floral-cushions; the summer evenings where I’d lay on my back and look up at the sky; collect rocks and leaves; cook at the servants’ quarters on the kerosene stove; the Diwali parties and this incident where some one set the tree on fire, hopefully by mistake. 

I used to be the ultimate Tom-boy or was I more of a solitary reaper who rode her cycle all around the place; enjoyed evening walks with her little sister and sahayak; acted like a bully to hide her loneliness, collected pennies to buy burgers in the canteen; spread Ghost stories about the convent we studied in and God-knows-what-all. 

This was also the phase where the entire family, besides Mum, got admitted with Malaria. Though Rhea’s became very serious and everything. Those were testing times but we triumphed them nevertheless.

I had a room of my own with all these fancy things my Grandparents sent for me. I remember a particularly strict Hindi teacher who smelled of lemons. And an infamous-hitler-like teacher…Mrs. Joy who later turned out to be amazing and wanted to adopt me. Yes, I can be adorable like that.

St. Josephs Convent, Idgah Hills, Bhopal houses some hilarious and precious memories from my childhood. 

My parents would come to see me during the sports day expecting me to be a front runner or athlete. Instead they’d find me in some funny-sports-costume in the Drill. I was never a runner.

Once an Owl and once a Robot, fancy dress competitions were a delight for my parents as they could experiment with my chubby self as they liked. And I was a pretty flexible child. As long as it didn’t prick, I’d wear anything.

This was also the time when Sister Mummy (a dear family friend) came to stay with us and she used to take me to the Sunday Mass every week. And that’s something I distinctly remember. We had to cross all these rural settlements to get their…bustling with kids and street-sellers.

VIP Road alongside the Lake was a great weekend spot and there were some continental restaurants we often visited. And then there was the Sanchi Stupa not too faraway from Bhopal. Even the Army mess was pretty Dapper. I remember bits of it. Dad had also helped build a temple within his office campus and I remember visiting his office quite a lot. Just images left in my head. He’s give me math problems to do while I checked out his stationery items. Kids.

So, I had my fair share of travelling and madness, in Bhopal.

And as the train left the station and I stood by the door…allowing the breeze to gush in, I released whatever feelings I still held back. I wanted to go back to that phase and experience it all, again. As a child.

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Gentle Reminder

Hey folks,

Into the Wild; my laziness towards writing and sketching and well, a few other not-so-important-yet-I-gave-it-importance things led me into deciding that…no more social networking on my phone. I don’t need it. I will request my class buds to text me if there’s anything important and I’ll call if I’m dying to talk to someone.

And I’ll spend more time writing rather than uploading statuses.

I’m just trying this. I;m not saying its going to work or I’ll make it work. I’m just giving this a go. One needs to keep up with oneself. And lately I’ve been experiencing thi eternal unrest which needs to be inked. And other pent up emotions and frills have diluted my resolve.

By the way, its rainingbeautifully outside and Rhea’s turned off the fan because its getting a little chilly in here. 

Well, the rains always add up to my good mood. So do guitar strings, camphor, incense and my sister. Did I mention the smell of old paper and chocolates?