I realised...

·        Drenching in the rain is double the fun when you have a companion. Even if, it is one of your indoor plants.

·        Being taken for granted is thousand times more fulfilling than taking someone for granted.

·        Macaroon tarts from Kookie Jar work wonders. So does Rabindrasangeet. No matter what the given situation is.

·        Children do not fly kites or sail paper boats. Or talk to the gold fish swimming in an empty Horlicks jar. Do they?

·        You become truly happy when you pay her a surprise visit, she doesn’t get surprised at all and ushers you in with an “as-if-nothing-happened” look. The menu for lunch is not disturbed by frying an omelet for you. Instead some extra rice is all that is made.

·        Like conversations, letters can be without words. It would be fun to open a folded blank paper from a sealed envelope and read the lines (and the lines in-between) which were never written, knowing however, who the sender could be.

·        I don’t like Shreya Ghoshal most of the times. And Priyanka Chopra.

·        “Is sayani bheed mein bas haathon mein tera haath ho” is the simplest and the most powerful truth.

·        Urdu must be learnt someday for it’s beautiful. For the eyes and for the ears. 

·        I have this fervent desire to meet those who disliked “Kyon….” from Barfi on Youtube. They must be interesting. And their reasons must be so interesting too.   

·        Frooti tastes best when you drink it from the tiny tetra pack with a straw. You squeeze the pouch and keep on sucking at the straw till the last drop and even after that. Drinking from a glass robs it of its charm.

·        Two people can be friends on the basis of their differences. Just on the basis of their differences. And not similarities.    

·        Eating vegetarian food is as painful as a leg amputation.

·        The city is a human being for me. Every time I see my city in a movie, I silently scream out of joy. The same feeling of becoming ecstatic when you see your dad, next door neighbour, best friend getting featured on television.

·        Daydreaming about Salman Khan, fantasising yourself in a shocking red frilled dress (with a brown belt) and singing “yeh mausam ka jadu hein mitwa” was truly mood-lifting (minus the reverse counting of 10 to 1, and “let’s start the fun” part.). But, sadly I have outgrown it. Very sadly.

·        The crowded streets, traffic jams, the chaos, refusals by cabs and autos during this part of the year evoke enormous thrill. So does the Pujo-editions of magazines and newspapers (‘Pujo-sankha’, that is).

·        Even Vanilla icecreams in plastic cups taste good. If you lick the lid properly. When everyone is looking.

·        This happens to be my favourite rain song. “Srabono-borishone ekoda grihokoney….du kotha boli jodi kachhe taar…tahate ashey jabe ki ba kaar…”

·        Tears often define my likings. I judge books, movies, songs and human beings on the basis of tears they evoke. Unlike happiness, tears are difficult to generate.  

·        Shit happens. Sometimes, for good. Posts like this.....sigh!