Nothing In This World - Makes Good Marketing Sense!!!

Do you know
What it’s like
When it’s wrong
But it feels so right?
(Nothing In This World)

Yes dear friends,..that is Paris Hilton's song's lyrics!!

Paris Whitney Hilton!!
heiress, celebutante, singer, model, actress and television personality.
And yes I am a fan,..of the lady (and she is a lady) and the song.

You know thats the fun in being me. I can get away with such, as my friends would put it, 'irrational' choices. And they are right most of the time. My habits are irrational, random, erratic at best. A good example would be my new found passion for The OC and Ryan Atwood.
But that is best left for another post.

This time let me tell you why Paris Hilton. To be able to understand this question, you need to know her life a bit.This 27 yr old party-freak is the oldest of four siblings and a part of the Hilton empire.The value of Paris' inheritance is estimated at between $30 and $50 million.Hilton has so far worked as a model, actress, musician, and businesswoman. According to Forbes Magazine, she earned approximately $2 million in 2003–2004$6.5 million in 2004–2005, and $7 million in 2005–2006.Hilton is known for her love of small dogs, including a Yorkshire Terrier and a female Chihuahua named Tinkerbell, who has "authored" a memoir, The Tinkerbell Hilton Diaries.

Impressive huh??
The fact I am pushing here is that one, she is self sufficient in her expenses, and two of the four Hilton siblings she is the most popular. Nicky is known more as Paris's sister than anything else.

Our party girl has created a "brand" of her own. She is a fragrance, footwear range, a night club, clothing line, purses amongst others. More importantly she is a lifestyle. Yes. The pink and the chihuahua and the party girl image. Girls aspire to be her (however wrong or right it is). Pretty much a marketing guru in this area, isnt she??!!

Another thing I love about her is that she loves what she is doing, and does not give excuses for her actions. She did not till lately over the driving issue..(Again, wrong or right...)

I agree with her self given title of "iconic blonde of the decade".Not that she doesnt have her negatives... Her constant need to be in lime-light(which I can relate to), constant partying and complete and utter disrespect for authority etc etc...but which one of us doesnt have negatives...and to have each one of our moves being monitored we will be subject to make more mistakes than usual.

I am not defending or rationalising her actions. Thats not what I am here for. You see, think of 10 to 15 years in future. Having created a name for herself in whatever fashion she has at least made sure no one forgets her.
Ever!!!!

Titanic: the ship of dreams...

Okay, so this one has no fancy prolougue...but is just "straight from the gut"...

After hours of endless/useless TV viewing, I stumbled across an old favourite of mine, Titanic. Its not very festive in its mood per se, but… But after a long time, I missed someone. I missed him tonight as I saw the old lady reminiscence about a lost love. And I wondered how alike our lives are, or in fact would be. The first few fumbled steps to the mere few hours it took for her to fall for him, to the doubts and anger and finally the moment she lost it all. And I wondered, after all this is over, after I am through with this God forsaken MBA and married, after I have had children and grandchildren and seen more deaths than births, after I have lived the “best years” of my life, and while I lay awake at night, will I still sometimes wonder about ‘what if’, will my mind wander into that arena again. Will I still in some corner of my heart hope that…will I still love him, miss him, long to hear his voice and be angry at what he had said or not said. Will we still be friends? No, probably not. It’ll be too hard. And so will I, in my senile stage wonder out loud, or will I keep my disappointments close to my heart, as Rose did. Will I still write of him, for him, to him? Will I still forsake my nights sleep to write about that magical time in life, when I realised what love means. Will it still hurt the way it did, or matter of fact, does.

The one thing I love about this movie is that every time I watch it I cry. I cry because I see it in a different light every time. The first time I cried was because Leonardo di’Caprio died, the second time I cried because someone’s love died, third because I felt what if that happened to me, and now I cried because I know more now than I ever did. I cried because Rose didnt let go.

And so as I try to sleep this cold Febuary night, trying to get over him, thinking about all that, that could have been there had I not fallen, as I try to feel okay not seeing him and as I hope for a better tomorrow, I know,… I know I will be there one day with Rose, at the ledge, reminded of him, deciding finally to let the diamond go… and I will hear the bagpipes in the background and with my lungs filled with the salty breeze of the sea, feel, “ a life well lived!!"

For an old friend...

(part of my newest endeavour to publish most of my works...)


For an old friend

This is for you friend,
Here comes the end,
Of our love, our friendship,
If only you could understand my worship,
For us, you and me.

I hope it was all worth it,
Whatever it was, that you did,
What you did,
Throwing our friendship away,
For what, you didn’t say.

I hoped that you’d call and maybe,
Want to know how I was doing,
It seems not much to ask for,
But then I am a stupid being.

I feel like you are laughing at me,
Reading this confession,
But you can call this poem yours,
And show it to the one,
The one you care about…

Let me know the truth, if you like this poem,
Or the feeling behind it.


26/01/06
“jaded”

My best friend's wedding!!

This is the song that I presented D with on the night of her sangeet ceremony... (Moseltoff)

With you around I know I’ll never be alone,
And I should have written u a song before,
God knows, I wasted all my words on silly boys,
When none of them gave even an iota of joy,
That you have given me, my soul sister, my best friend,
My love for you sees no end.

You are the reasons why I am so free,
You are the one who still believes in me,
You are the reason why I still believe in love,
You are the reason why I thank God above.

You were there to hold my hand if the times were rough,
You were there when I fell, and helped me up,
You were there to scream at me when I was wrong,
You were there to tell me that I belong.

And I never want you to think twice,
Before calling, if you need advice,
I promise ill be there to make it alright.
I promise, even if it’s the middle of the night.

This is not my wedding gift to you,
This is not a way to say thank you,
This is my way of telling you,
That I love you.

My baby is getting married...

Okay if you arent aware of the above stated fact then probably you have been in a coma for the past 10 odd days. Cos i am wedding crazy these days. My BFF is getting married.(again, if you dont know what i mean by BFF...)
its a weird feeling seeing her gearing up to be someone's wife!! WIFE...my gawd,...soon enough shall follow kids... MOTHER!!!
lord...i guess seeing her do all of this makes me wake up and realise that my parents probably wont let me get away with acting 15 all the time and perhaps would even like to get me married off...as ghastly as that sounds...i know marrying off a queen isnt all that easy either- for reference see movie:- princess diaries 2:royal engagement.
ok, so i am blabbering. but yea, i had some of my other classmates getting married as soon as they left the JMC premises for good, on the fateful march 2006 days, but that did not "upset" HRH that much... maybe because its D, my D. my silly D who spent her days acting kiddish...i was the adult in that relationship...so really my BABY is getting married and i am freaked out for very potent reasons:
1. its like your twin getting married...u HAVE to freak
2. no, no...its even worst,...its ur younger sister getting married(altho chronologically D is 8 months older!!)...and you the older career woman suddenly realise the self-created pressure is on.
3.you realise that the "have-u-met-mr.xyz's-son" is not far away...
and lastly and more importantly;
4.you realise that you arent the only important 20-something year old in her life. that you can no longer guilt her by asking if she'd choose over a date with her Boyfriend or her Bestfriend!! that the val-day dates at dilli haat are now a memory. that he has equal if not more of a right. and yea, he will also be a party to all of "OUR" conversations!! bitter sweet realities of life, eh?!!

but then again you dont lose a bestfriend, you gain a beautiful, naughty, flirty age old relationship of "jija-saali"...
and since neither of us have real sisters, this is my only ticket to "jija-land".
so here, i raise my glass to you, D and Ro: my favorite couple in the www!!!

PS. i will only babysit your kids if at least one of them is named after me...and no middle naming or adopting dogs as "a family member" and naming them....HRH doesnt fetch and smell other people!!

Finding Meghu...

Different circumstances makes you react differently. That’s a constant. Right?
You assume you know your differing behaviour; that it’s somehow predictable; that you in fact do have some power over it. But in life comes a time when you aren’t able, physically or mentally to do that. The things you do are surprising even to you. You do things which are uncharacteristically you. But you are surprised not shocked. Because you knew, you knew you are capable of it.
The difficult part is not realising how difficult it is to control yourself or going into a dialogue of why’s and how’s. It is, in fact, coming to terms how an ugly a person you really are. And you will, in most probability, be able to live with it. As horrific it sounds you will be able to live with it. What as ‘young adults’ we don’t realise is that, “you’ll be surprised at what you can live with” as one adulterous oncologist once said. He wasn’t a bad man. No, not at all. He saved lives. He went to sleep peacefully and lived life with great vigour.
But even you would know things aren’t exactly hunky-dory. You will realise that you can’t look
yourself in the eye anymore.

Sabbatical continues...

Sometimes in life children we have to take some very difficult decisions. They might be for our own well being(mental and otherwise) and sometimes they are for others benefits. and sometimes these decisions fall flat on their face.

Ok... fine... i'll get to the point. the fact i am trying to push here is that after having taken almost one month's sabbatical, I am still not back. i need some more time. it is a difficult decision deciding not to start writing yet but this for our own good.
Hence just a check-in, a little harmless trip to the market that is allowed to the rehab-patients. You know, try and remember Britney here, people!

The hard part is maybe i have lost my inspiration..but the excruciating part is on this journey of self discovery i have discovered (wait for the irony here) i don't like the person that i am. :(