Delhi gets itself a new airport!

http://travel.outlookindia.com/article.aspx?26602
(See this link!)


I have travelled to a lot of places in this world.. And obviously, I have been to many airports.. I have always found the Indian airports less than satisfactory... and they offered no extra services.. heck, they din't even provide the basics.

Now I am a frequent user of the Mumbai airport, But I have heard that the Delhi airport is worst.. in fact even voted one of the worst in this world!

Delhi's new and renovated terminal seems like a breath of fresh air to the world passenger. For One of the most busiest airports in the South Asian Subcontinent, this was a well deserved and long over due treat.

Do check it out..!! I am so excited.. Hopefully, I will get a chance to use it!

Conteplatative thoughts...

I have realised that when I try really hard.. nothing seems to come off from it.
But when I give up all the trying and I couldn't care less, that time everyone seems to suddenly like me... Its not only shocking but recurring..

So, I was wondering.. When we are trying really hard.. Do we give up being "us", and become some other person instead? Some other person who we think would be liked better by everyone?

A new find! :D

Do you know how it feels when you stumble upon an artist playing a soothing a tune.. you google the name.. download a few songs.. and feel your life has been written by someone else in the form lyrics?

Well, this is how I felt when I first Jaymay's song "Sea Green, See blue" on the season finale of How I met your mother (Second season).

The Eternal Unearthly Question!

OK. so again today someone asked me "Why do you write a blog when you can post the same stuff on facebook and ACTUALLY GET responses"

An old memoir

Maybe If I had a guitar,

I would have been singing a song.

I took a step forward and drowned my world in a chocolate bar.

But since I can't sing, so I decided to write a poem all night long.

And tell you about all the million ways,

You left me morosely alone.

I raise the white flag in defeat, console myself and say "Misery pays"

I tried to cry but the tears won't come, so instead I just gave into a groan.

Trial and error is not the design.

Relationships don't need to have a pattern.

They are just supposed to be filled in with sunshine.

You go along the path and you fall and you learn.

Who doesn't go through bad times and gloom?

But I will always remember you for something, blessed or cursed.

Coz you will be the only person with whom,

I would share many phrases starting with the word - "First."

I tried to guess the tint,

But maybe I never looked into your eyes.

Whisky and soda or lemon and mint?

I should have held your hands and stared into them before the goodbyes.

I felt like hiding in a room,

Dark and musty and crumbling,

When I first thought of how I would resume.

Two months down and you think of coming back, stumbling.

I was never sure but sometimes I thought you took pity.

I still have that red rose,

and those memories 30 kilometers away from the city.

Tell me something, When I stuck up my bull nose

Did it make you also feel so giddy?

It was all so clear,

too simple from the start.

We tried to hard, dear.

I guess we were meant to part.

But After 5 months of trying,

Maybe you became one of my addictions.

Coz whenever we were away, I'd spend my time just lying.

I always believed in horoscope predictions.

The rights, the wrongs , the time spent in judgement.

The future , Our lives, The careers , The flow

We confined ourselves to some metaphoric parchment.

Through all those times, We should have remembered what we let go.

I wish I had some more time to be nice to you.

Some more time to tell you about,

all the wonderful things that you do.

I wish I had a photo of the day you took me out.

Subway and McDonald's coke thrown on the road,

Honey, I swear when I'm in front of you ,

My heart comes to my throat.

Can I still have that shirt stripped in blue?

Do these all seem like random pen actions

Thrown in with a rhyming scheme?

I know I'll be successful in writing poem if it provokes a reaction.

So tell me, What do I get? - A tear , a smile or A big beam?

I know. I know. I'm Sorry!!!

Hey-low, folks!
So I have been busy and sick.. and I know I haven't posted anything in a week!!! I'm so sorry!

Anyways , the recent book on my bookshelf is Julie and Julia by Julie Powell..
Even though I am a BIG CULINARY FAN and my TV schedule consists of cooking shows on the travel channel and some desperate house wives/How I met your mother, Julie completely DISAPPOINTED ME!!! The book is boring and dragging and even the rave reviews couldn't keep me going on this one.

She uses big words and complicates what should be written simply. Also, she confuses the reader with past and present and I for one REALLY do not understand all her tantrums in the book. So, at page no 197 I have finally given up reading it!

My friend says the movie is very nice, so I guess for the FIRST TIME ever, Ill keep the book aside and just catch the movie with some buttered pop corn.

And she calls her blog readers "bleaders"!!! Ew!! Don't worry, folks! I'd never put you through SUCH mental torture! That ghastly word just reminds me of blood and guts and earthworms!! Eeeeeewwwwwww!!! I wonder what was so wrong in "Blog readers." Maybe if she took the ending of the first word and the starting of second she would have come up with "Ogre". Ruthless, Ain't it?!

OK, OK, OK. I know I'm rambling now.. But , I cant help it! I'm blogging after AN ENTIRE WEEK!

So take care , Bleaders (Ew.. did I just say that?.. I am soo sorry! Now ill have to sanitize my hands).. I mean.. er.. BLOG READERS!!!

What's the time?

The Deep blue sky
A wall just a few bricks shy
A lonesome math class
The delicate green grass
A sparse wide field
Integration concealed
An out of place brick
A writer critic
A calculus affair
Some warm sun and the air
They are calling me
Like some piping hot mountain tea
On the notebook – A ink spill
The only thing between us – A grill
I put my hands through the hole
A theorem by Rolle
A land of surprises, locked
A tower in the distance, clocked
Regret written all over my face
And the bell rings, finishing this drowsy phase.