Time of your life..

A song for the year gone by, and the year to come

Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.

So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.

It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.

For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

(music break)

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Pink-pink Pinkyblog!! The year that was...

Why the year 2005 was one of the best years of my life:

11 - My relationship with Rohit happened - and although he eventually turned out to be the rotten scum from the underside of a cow's belly, we had a lot of..er..fun (HEHAHEHAHE)

10 - I interned with a great..er..good..er..never mind.. PR agency, and had my first real experience in a 9 to 5 job. . .which aside from occasional flirting sessions with my boss *giggle giggle* was as much fun as reading 'The Life and Works of Droopy the Depressed Dog' - backwards.

9 - Abhishek Bachchan had the previlige of honouring me with a medal at Summer Funk'05, SDIPA..... *flutters away to fantasy-land*

8 - SPB-1 happened - It was neither good nor bad, but I had 3 glorious months of screaming out to the world that I was a part of the troupe of the best dancers that Shiamak had. HA! *Blows the trumpet louder!!!*

7 - White Water Rafting baby!!! It owns you like your parents don't!!! The sheer thrill of plunging through the rapids, the beauty of the Ganges, the freezing cold of the water...nothing can be expressed in words. It can only be experienced.

6 - I started writing for JLT - and the JLT readership ballooned. But of course, that can be attributed to the fact that I account for 60% of their sales...(Now, you know what I use my big secret cabinet in my big secret room for...muhahahaha.. and..er.. also why I'm always so broke)

5 - I'm currently working full-time for JLT, for a long and fruitful period of, ahem, two weeks, and loving it. It doesn't feel like work at all, it just feels like we are a bunch of friends chilling and doing nothing. Wait, to tell you the truth I don't remember the last time I worked. Does going to the juice-wallah at Horniman (yeah, yeah, have laughed too many times on that one to bother now) Circle twice to buy Strawberry-Avocado juice count as work? It doesn't? Oh well..You can't say I didn't try.

4 - I earned my first paycheck...and then some. Which very much shut up all those who mocked my decision to forgo engineering for Mass Media, and reduced them into puppy-dogs who now bark on my tunes. I wish I could tell them which finger I was sticking up right now. *phhhhbbbttttt* chodus

3 - I shifted to DADAR!!!!! Yeah, baby!!! Yeah Baby!! Ah-ha Ah-ha Ah-ha!!

2 - erm... Super Sale? My sensational silver screen debut happened as a result of a fluke test and boredom. I 'starred' (hehehehe) in Super Sale Har Sale ka Baap ( as every gujju I pass on the road politely reminds me, till date) and figured out why I was single - My eyes are too deep-set, my nose is too big, my hair is too stringy and my voice is too hoarse, not to mention that I'm too short, too cocky, and filled with tooooo much knowledge about absolutely useless things like Aishwarya Rai's name in her first Pepsi commercial *sigh and double sigh*. If only men realised that beneath my ugly and nerdy exterior lies a gorgeous dumb-blond waiting to be set free. If only.

1 - I started writing this blog, which I consider to be the starting point of all the good in my life. It urged a lazy person like me to write, and helped me discover my sorry excuse for a talent, but a talent nonetheless. It changed my life, in more ways than one. Many thanks to Rishi for introducing me to blogging, will be forever in your debt (now those were words I never thought I'd say... it must be the pill talking)

It wasn't like the year didn't have its downs. It did. Lots of them. There were many moments when it fell like my life was falling apart at the seams. But no problem looked like it couldn't be overcome with a little resilience and a lot of anti-depressant shopping (hehe). The good times always outnumbered the bad, and I've never been this happy about myself and my life in a long, long time.
I don't know what the new year will bring, but I will hope and work towards making it better than the last, both personally and professionally. I will try and be a better person, and my first step towards reaching that goal will be letting go of all the grudges I'm holding right now. I forgive all you mother-fuckers for hurting me, and I hope you will forgive after I get my revenge (well, what did you think?).

To all my friends, I love you all - I know I've said it too many times, but it just never seems enough. I will be lost without you. Thank you - ayesha, aksh, tulsi, raddy, rishi, girish, chets, radhi, mitali, ruch, dv, sam, v, kanya, sid - u r all my sweethearts. Hope you have a fantastic new year ahead.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!!

Anuya took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Takes easily and quickly to anything which provide..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

Dhapped from Om3n's inactive blog...

Which Member of the Endless Are You?

My monologue

This was the monologue I wrote for our 'in the bar' theme dance, and I'm rather proud of it. So you are now ordered to read it and say nice things about it to me :-P


"Intoxication has many forms. From the vibrant danseuse of the dance bar, to the subtle temptress of the Moulin Rouge. From the nartaki at the Raj Mahal to the pop princess at the night club. From kohl-lined eyes to bejewelled feet. From mischievous smiles to lilting voices. Indeed, intoxication has many forms."


BTW, we won the dance :)

Don't have a jiffy...

Dance, dance, dance, dance.

*shuffle shuffle, kick, fan spilt*

I move my hands in my sleep, trying to remember everything I did today.

I dont have time to write a cohernt blog entry. Or to change the spelling of that word. Will do so after the 14th. Which is the date of the finals, btw. Tickets are available for 50 bucks, and it will happen at Ravindra Natya Mandir, Prabhadevi. Anyone interested, please ask me. Our theme is 'In the bar' - need I say more?

Plus, I'm really good n all. And I really want a chance to show it to my friends.

Anyway, nya nya nya now.

*turn turn pose bow*

Quote Unquote

Ayesha Nair, 19, says:

"The world feels different when you wear a cap. It seems more, er, cupped"

Now, I really, really don't know what to make of this. Do u?

VH1 Hip Hop Heckles

This is a story about two very beautiful women (Anuya and Akshata, if you must know) getting very, very pissed off. It all starts with an invitation to the Vh1 Hip Hop Hustle at Enigma on a Wednesday night, where Flipsyde are supposed to play. The two lovely ladies excitedly dress up in their Sunday best; looking forward to writing just how bad Flipsyde was, in that revered youth paper for the Mumbai crowd – JLT (more about that, later). They reach their destination at 10.30 in the night, noses high up in the air because of their PRESS status. After a furious hunt for the VH1 media chick for their passes, they finally manage to acquire them from her, and are made to stand in the “line” – which for some reason reminds you strongly of the second class compartment of the 8.34 Virar Local. And so they huff and puff, struggling hard to get themselves in, while watching people fan themselves with their VIP passes. When they ask the PR people for help, they bat their eyelids at them, and say, “yes, yes we’re trying”, and bustle about ensuring that the potted plants at the entrance don’t fall on the bouncers. Finally, frustrated, all the publications leave Enigma, including VH1’s media partners themselves, and our heroines spend the night making elaborate plans to maim and mutilate the VH1 media people and the PR agency involved, till Anuya’s father comes and picks them up (hehe). The End.

High Point of the night – Watching Bappi Lahiri walk – man, that must take a lot of effort.