I'm itching to write today, and as usual- I can come up with nothing worth saying. At ALL.

*off key singing*

Too much work always bring out my most creative side. Not in the excellent time management, I can get this done way, more in the- ooh! That's a super idea, let's paint it way. Or make it. Or draw it. Or clean it. After which, only, can I get any of the "too much work" done. Even though the time I have to do this "too much work" decreases, I get it done better. So, indirectly "too much work" does bring out my creative side in the excellent time managerial way. Wierd. Yay though.

*off key singing at a higher pitch*

There are these few times when people, without knowing, say exactly the thing you needed to hear. For me, these moments are even lesser in number because more often than not I'm on the listening and observing side. This one thing someone said stays with me- at times I wonder if it really did happen and that if it is in fact not some creation of my over imaginative mind.

We were sitting on the steps right outside our class during break time, this friend of my mine and I. I mustave been less chirpier than usual, because she and even my sir wanted to know why I was so quiet. I've been a last bencher all my life, and have never found myself at a loss of something smart to say- guess that's why the silence came as a shock.

The fact that he had even noticed that much, was pleasing in its own way. Anyway, he's the best teacher I've ever had- it was a treat sitting in his classes, because not only did he inspire you to learn but he always got my jokes and never failed to come back with one himself. And on that day,THE hardest day of my life, out of nowhere sir decided to let me know that his wife and long time girl friend (there's definitely something wrong about that sentence!) knew all about us last benchers, and that they wanted to have a daughter just like me. ME. ME!!

There's others. But somehow they fade slightly when compared to this one. What's the best thing someone s ever said to you?

I hated both of them. Couldn't stand either of them. Didn't understand what the craze was all about. He was apparently very "cute and hot"- a dangerous combination and she was "hot". To me, he looked like a kid just out of school with too large a nose and she plain and simple irritated me with her over over acting.

But, when they "jab we met"- my entire life changed! Bleddy movie changed my entire life's foundation. Made me sit down and re think all my beliefs. One second you think they're the lamest thing on that which the lamest things exist and the next you're being taught that they aren't the lamest thing on that which the lamest things exist. Instead, he's so cute and finally looks old enough and she does NOT over act- she does just the right amount. So, you can imagine why I was so shaken.

I probably sound like I'm drunk- let me start over. The she I'm talking about is Kareena and the he I'm talking about is none other than Shahid - in - spectacles - and - dancing *drool*

I was literally hog tied into watching this, and now I can't thank my cousins enough - Jab We Met is a must watch. The story line is nothing new- boy meets girl, girl likes someone else- big deal eh? Difference lies in the fact that the humor has been tactfully handled and hence one actually enjoys, the two share an amazing chemistry, the "punjabi ness" isn't over board and the music is absolutely foot tapping. Foot tapping would actually be understating it- it makes you want to stand up and dance along.

Ergo, go treat yourselves. You've been good this year, after all, ne?

All my love.

What lured me to this show was the fine print on the invitation that told guests cocktails and dinner would follow. I have a sweet tooth and a spicy tooth, need I say more?

I went prepared to be bored to death by some idiot trying to teach me the basics of banking and the share market or something equally dull. I say dull, because it was Monday evening after a long day at college: usually I love hearing/ reading about the stock market. What I got instead was 59 minutes of pure laughter.

Ash Chandler, is a name to reckon with. Don't be mislead by the weird name. I expected to find some wannabe, but got an impeccably dressed, voluble stranger, who had the ability to make me laugh. As for explaining whether his real name is Ash or not, he says in an exasperated tone. "It really is a true story. Though I wish I could say it is not! My parents met at a University in Minnesota. My dad's from Haryana, his name is Chander Sharma, which went on to become Chandler. I was born under the Ashwini star and hence the name Ash!"

He's a stand up comedian, passionate biker, absolutely fantabulous singer and a restaurateur who also does some minor roles as an actor. I, for one, hadn't heard of this guy till I saw him last evening- and that, I've realized has been my loss. For those of you who know Mumbai, the name Da Vinci's, should ring many bells.

I'd say he was a smaller version or Russell Peters, but that'd be kinda unfair. For he's milder. Or that's what I gathered. While the bases he covered- same old marriage, languages, parents, tantric sex- were common enough, his take on them was absolutely fresh and actually funny.

And he has a voice to die for. I could be biased cuz he sang all my favorites- Your Song by Elton, Crazy Little Thing Called Love- Queens (he was as good as Koze!!), Sway by Michael Bubble and What a Wonderful world- the exact Louis Armstrong version. But from the crowd's reaction, my bias couldn't have played a major role.

59 minutes. Because it was less than an hour. Because the bank didn't want to pay for "an hour or more".

If he ever visits your town- don't miss him!!! After all- laugh, cuz tomorrow s only going to be worse.

All my love.

Travelling by air in India turns into quite a trip, IF you have a sense of humor. Considering I'm not that frequent a traveller, I have the liberty to laugh at what seems to be next in line on the trip down south.

No matter how early or late you get arriving at the airport, there's bound to be extra long queue s everywhere. The check-in luggage scanning guys take their jobs extremely seriously- they sip coffee, gossip, manage to put those stickers on your bags AND keep changing, what I can only call shifts, every 3 minutes. So, at any given time, there's only 1 person working- half a person at the comp screen and the other half at the taping and locking end.

It's best not to take notice of the delay these guys cause or the over excited kids that crowd around getting onto not only your trolley but also refusing to get off it so that you can proceed.

There's hardly any point in looking for a check in counter which is not crowded. Every other person seems to be carrying a massive amount of luggage, adorable kids and mouths that don't shut. While every other counter, irrespective of the counter these days, carries an extremely irratating dimwit who will take a minimum of 15 mins per person- and that is if you have only one piece of check in luggage- so much so that I was still in the queue awaiting my turn at 5:45 for a 6:10 flight. And that's not even the best part- the person behind me was on the 5:45 flight.

Again, it's best to not let things get to you and enjoy the atmosphere. What can only be seen as the cherry on the cake is the person who cuts across the line and waves his ticket at the dimwit sitting behind the counter exclaiming that he was on the 6:30 flight.

If after all this, you're flying anything other than Jet or Kingfisher, I feel sorry for you. Those pleasant pleasan air hostesses who only take about 10 min to get you a drink of water, seats that don't recline, and great food!

That aside, if you're lucky, most of the air buses have been up graded and have touch screen video s, with a wide selection of viewing material, not to mention the in flight movie selections they provide you with. THAT only can make a 2 hr 40 min flight, which is already delayed by an hour, and waits another half an hour- because some VIP was flying in, to take off, bearable. (Wow, that's a long sentence.)

I'd sound more angry or sarcastic, only I've lost the will to fight.

All my love.

After what feels like ages, I experienced the onset of winter. And as much as I cribbed about the number of layers of clothing I had to keep on so as to not catch a chill and ruin my holiday- I had a blast.

Aunts are very important people. Or at least mine is, in my life. Even though mine won't be reading this any time in the near future- you're muchly appreciated and thanked for.

I got the break I was looking forward to- my first silver lining in 4 years. Time well spent with family! Great food and excellent company- what more could I ask for? I had such a good time. Which is good because- even though I love this time of the year- all the cheer and good will and end of the year stuff, this time of the year remains the hardest.

Only, I intend for it to be the hardest for the last time this year. 'Sounding too cryptic, eh? Let's see- I made some decisions, decisions I had no right to make and I ended up hurting a lot of people. And even after all this time has passed and the people concerned have forgiven me and others have moved on, a part of me is still stuck. Back there. All the pain and hurt.

The only way I can forgive myself, which I must, is by working hard this year and achieve the goals I've set for myself. So, I'm glad I had a good start- with family.

'Had so much to say, but seem to be at a loss of words- not that that surprises me anymore! Every time things need to be said, I suddenly find no words to express my self with.

Hope you guys have been good, and are happy! More coming up soon. Don't go giving up on me!!

All my love.