What I want from the man I'm with.....

I'm not looking for someone who will raise hell if I talk about another guy, i don't want him to be possesive; but I want him to love me enough to go at least a slight shade of green.

I'm not looking for someone who will laugh at my shortcomings, but someone who will accept them as he will accept me. I don't expect him to change for me, just as I cannot change myself for him.

I am not looking for someone who will say, "Don't cry Anuya, its irritating", but for someone who will say, "Don't cry Anuya, it breaks my heart"

I am not looking for someone who will make jokes about my misery and frustration , just because he doesn't know how to deal with them. I don't expect him to solve my problems. I just want him to listen to me, because I need to talk.

I am not looking for someone who will take me for granted, I want him to be thoughtful and caring, despite of the number of years we have been together. I want him to be a wild romantic, someone who'd just land up on my doorstep one morning and decide that he's gonna whisk me off to Goa for the weekend. I want to find little post-it notes in my bag, which contain messages from him. I want him to love me enough to want to do all this for me.

I am not looking for someone who'd wouldnt care much about things that matter to me, or make me happy. I'd want him to find joy in my joy, just as I'd revel in his happiness.

I am not looking for someone who won't give everything he can to our relationship. I would give a hundred percent, and i 'd expect the same involvement from him.

I am not looking for someone who would give me as much importance in his life as any of his friends; he will be the most important person in my life, barring my family, and I would want him to think of me the same way.


Maybe I'm living a fairy-tale, I don't know. Maybe I'm expecting too much. Again, I don't know. I've experienced the giddiness of falling madly in love, and maybe I'm wishing for that kind of existence once again, I dont know.

I just want to be happy.

Hookah Reflections

Wispy curls of smoke meandered through my hair and soaked each strand in their minty flavour. Light Arabic music mingled with the snatches of conversation coming from every direction, forming a melody of their own, like the sound of a lonely stream flowing into the sea. Ginger lanterns hung on tan sticks, twinkling like fireworks against the black of the sky. You laughed, and your laughter reminded me of the first time we met, on a rainy day in June. It was outside the old college gates, shivering under the same tree, trying to protect ourselves from the fury of the storm. Your arm brushed against mine and you turned towards me; our eyes met, and my world changed. Together we ran towards college, laughing, and when you slipped your hand in mine, everything seemed right. We’ve come a long way since that moment, U and I, haven’t we? The clatter of glasses snapped me out of my reverie, and I saw our friends raise their glasses to ‘love’. I raised mine and silently thanked god for your presence in my life. But then as I looked around and noticed our friends, the people who have been by my side through thick and thin, I realized I had more to be thankful for......

InternShip - A Titanic Journey

I'd rather be tied to a bedpost and whipped (DO NOT for god’s sake get ideas, this is an educational article) and then made to drink the blood of a bat, than to work during my vacation. I mean, come on, one year of BMM is like a masochist's dream come true. An internship would just be a like rotten cherry on top of a puddle of dog poop. So I'm sure you can imagine my delight when the opportunity of working at, ahem, a certain famous PR agency for one month - no less, arrived my way. And you can also picture my expression of utter joy when I learnt that the rotten cherry on top of this puddle of dog poop was that I won’t be getting a penny. Yes that's true. I was supposed to work for free. “After all”, said my employer, “It’s the experience that counts," in a voice so poisonously sweet, that all my arguments against a non-paying internship died a fast death at the base of my throat. “Yes ma’am, I shall be there tomorrow", my lips formed the words, but my ears couldn't believe them. I had agreed to work in my holidays. I had consented to spend 180 hours of my life in the Spartan environment of, (what’s that called again???), an office. I had become something I had always despised - a person with a job. Oh, well, life is unfair; there was nothing I could do about it.
So one day, I was dressed in shorts and a tee, the next in trousers and a shirt. One day I was lazing away to glory with a glass of mango milkshake in one hand and a remote control in another, and the next day I was in the 8 a.m Ambernath fast, worried to death about reaching late on my first day. One day I was a ‘The Bold and the Beautiful’ loving loser, the next day.....well, some things never change. So there I was all dressed up, looking like a complete betrayal of my usual slob self, when I made my grand entry at my new workplace, half-expecting all the employees to burst into applause. My boss introduced me to all the other interns; they were 10 in all, working for free, of course, who brought me up-to-date with the company policy towards interns. This was as follows:
1) There is no such thing as a free meal, or, a chair of your own. You will sit on a chair as and when it becomes empty.
2) We like to keep our interns on their toes. There will be 3 other interns competing for the same chair.
3) If we are satisfied with the amount of running around you do (literally), benevolent that we are we will promote you to the position of a chair-person, which means you will get a chair with your name written on a sheet of paper stuck to it, using scotch-tape.
Now the next set of rules is provided only after you become a chair-person, so naturally none of the interns know about them yet.
Next I was given a job of updating the database, which took me about 3 minutes and 24 seconds, thanks to the magic of the internet. After this enormous workload was entrusted to me, my boss disappeared, owing to a meeting, leaving me free to post on my blog, chat online with my friends, read Cosmopolitan, paint my nails and scratch my back. This was more or less the same picture for the next couple of days. So after the initial bout of apprehension, I've come to the conclusion that internship isn't so bad after all. It might seem to be an awful lot of work; after all, painting your nails requires a tremendous amount of concentration. But then again, in the words of my boss, “It’s the experience that counts.”
Now, if you will excuse me, there is a terrible itch at the lower left corner of my back, which needs tending to.

Bombay for dummies....

Since a lot of u ppl seem to b coming to my LOVELY city (Sam;p), i thought it was my duty to give u guys a short tutorial on the geography of Bombay, if at all u get kidnapped and escape 4m the clutches of the kidnappers only to get lost in the back streets of Mumbai.....
Now, train travelling , however horrible, is the fastest and the most convenient way of travelling in Mumbai, followed by the BEST buses, if u know where u wanna go. Now the train routes are divided in2 three distince lines - Central, Western and Harbour. Western stations are places like Churchgate,Lower Parel , Dadar, Bandra, Santacruz and Vile Parle (which is closest to Juhu, BTW). Central stations are CST, Dadar, Kurla , Thane etc. Dadar is common to both and is hence the point where you can switch trains, if you wanna switch lines. Harbour has Kurla and CST in common with central, and stations like Chembur, Vashi etc.But dont worry much abt it, we wont use it much. Stations like CST and Churchgate r dubbed to b the Town side of mumbai , while Bandra, Andheri etc are western suburbs, and Thane, Mulund etc are Central suburbs.
A list of places where the NBS lives:
Anuya (me) - Thane
Akshata - Mahim/Bandra
Rishi - Colaba - closer to Churchgate Stn
Ayesha - Thane
Girish - Santacruz
Tulsi - Malabar Hill - Accessible from Charni Road Stn - Western Railway
Raddy - Chowpatty - Ditto
Any more info needed, pls ask.
You're welcome.