What's with people on social networking sites changing their display names to an incomprehensible mess of symbols like @ ! |< instead of using alphabets to spell out their name ? Honestly, its definitely not a nice way to display your creativity according to me! It gets even worse when they have a celebrity's picture for display and it really gets on my short fused nerves. I don't care if you have Santa Claus as your display image, but do spell out your name, for you exist on someone's friend list not just to increase your friend count as a measure of your coolness. Or wait a minute, is that really why ? And you're provided with a status message tab to notify people of your updates, why change the display name making it all the worse to recognize you? Oh whatever!

I've been reading too many books of lately, and the latest to the list is "The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic". Honestly speaking, I fell for its glossy cover texture and the affable print. (Dear lord, the cover is pink !) Anyways, its a typical chick-lit book, and there was a point when I threw the book down in mere frustration. But now that I'm done with it, I feel really funny about it, in a ridiculous way. Now I'm dying to watch the movie adaptation of the book. Also, I'm waiting to watch the TV premiere of Oceans 13 tomorrow. George Clooney, Matt Damon, Brad Pitt. Drool.

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For my music review of Delhi 6, go here.

What is it really with girls/women and the color pink? Is it mandatory that every girl ought to own a pair of pink colored garb ? A few of my friends were flabbergasted when I contorted my face on seeing their newly-acquired-eighteenth-pink salwar kameez.
Having been brought up in a family full of boys, I have only inherited their worn-out t shirts and ruggedly torn jeans along with their cricket bats and badminton rackets which I am dutifully passing down to nephews.
In another case, when I went shopping to buy a dress for my neighbour's newborn girl (Oh what a sight she is!), all I could find was pink pink pink and more shades of pink ! Why can't baby girls be dressed in blue or green or purple or any other color. Or is it put down in any baby rule book that blue is for boys and pink is for girls? What a glib way to differentiate the sexes right after birth!

On the contrary, I have great respect for men who can pull off a pink shirt and still retain their masculinity in it!
How can I write an entire post on pink and not mention roses !! Especially, those gigantic pink roses that literally grow out from behind some women's ears. I'm sure someday they would sprout a bud or two outside their ears, if you water them regularly. I have nothing against roses, but again, I love white and yellow roses the best!

I'm not against the color, but I hate women and feminity being associated with the color pink. I've always felt, pink can never look chic, mellow maybe, but never chic!

Should you be confused, maybe you should read this post on negating my own statements. :P

Just for the record, Pink Floyd happens to be my favorite band ! :P

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She had been literally haunting every real estate agent on the directory listings, tormenting every human who lived there, pestered every lady who gossiped about it. But it was sheer luck when Ahana picked up the call during one of her meetings at office. It was the Real Estate agent telling her the news that she had been desperate to hear.

"Yes madam, they are backing out. We can proceed."

Quickly excusing herself out of the conference room, Ahana called her husband to give him the news. He let out a squeal of delight which sounded pretty much as if he'd just delivered a baby in his cabin.

"Yes yes sweets, I'll work on the loans right away. It would be a costly affair, but with both our salaries, I think we can work it out. Just bring a copy of the documents and meet me at the bank at four."

It was the day of yes's. Everything seemed to be working out like a miracle. And soon it was time to go and look at the place which was now costing them a fortune and was the solitary provider of excitement in their dull lives.

Holding hands, they entered the unfurnished apartment on the 5th floor. The place smelled of wet plaster and was in an unimaginable mess of wood shavings, dried remains of paint, sand and cakes of plaster. They walked across the living room to the french windows that opened out into a balcony. The view was worth every penny. People could just not see the beauty in what they could see. In one dramatic sweep, together they opened the french windows and almost tipped it off its hinge and caught it in the nick of time, before it could land its way down five floors.

"Oops, now that needs some screws." said Ahana holding the tipsy window and leaning it against the wall to prevent further damage.

"This is it!" screamed Anuj with his arms spread wide by his sides like a hero straight out of a Bollywood movie, while Ahana stared at him with a raised eyebrow expression.

None of this was done on cue. This was a dream, that belonged to both of them individually. A dream that was mutual to both. A dream, that had blossomed their love and led to marriage. A dream that struggled initially, matured and now was close to being real.

"This is absolutely insane! I never really thought this was ever possible. It even seems slightly ridiculous for the price we're paying for it." exclaimed Anuj

"I know! But just look at it. The number of memories this view brings along with it, is more than enough to keep us going. What do you say ?" asked Ahana gently holding Anuj's hands.

"I say, I want to go to school and fall in love with you all over again Mrs. Roll number seven."

And for a good two hours from then, they both stood rooted at the same spot staring at the institution that gave them all their dreams. A dream that was now real in mud, paint, concrete and well. . some dirt!

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