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January 26, 2005

Canine Blues

I used to be absolutely terrified of dogs. When I was about 6 years old, my family set out to visit my relatives' house in some remote village. They had an enormous mansion surrounded by a garden, which boasted of almost every variety of fruit, flower and vegetable my six-year old brain had ever heard of! To my chagrin, the family also appeared to have an abnormally large collection of pets, or so it seemed to the hardcore city girl that I was - the small pond past the rear veranda housed a school of goldfish, three tortoise lazily walked the length of the garden by day, their supposedly pet snake who frequented the extensive shrubbery entwined around the iron gates (although my cousin ceased to think of it as a pet after it bit one of her rabbits), 5 rabbits (one dead) and, to my extreme horror, three mean-looking dogs.

The other pets weren't too much of a worry for me, as I didn't have the misfortune to spend much time in close proximity with them. But the darned dogs strutted around the house as if it were their personal palace. Naturally, their curiosity was aroused at the new arrivals at the house and, being the smallest, I was their primary target. I chuckle now when I recall the hell those dogs put me through. The more I ran from them, the more they chased me. My aunt later informed me that they thought I was playing a game with them - dumb dogs, I thought they were supposed to be able to smell fear! They chewed my shoes, nipped my toes under the dining table and ate my essay on 'My Week in the Village'. By the end of the trip, I was entertaining murderous thoughts.

That was just my first trip. The more I visited my relatives' house in the village, the fonder I grew of the dogs. I learned to put my fear aside and accept that they were lovable beings that just wanted to be indulged.

At the end of that year, my best friend and neighbour, Nicole, got a dog for her birthday. Daisy was the cutest little puppy I had ever seen. Nicole and I spent many a evening walking Daisy in the huge compound that housed our building along with 5 others. I begged my parents for a dog of my own but, despite the numerous assurances, I never did get one. Nine years later, when my family and I moved away, it felt as though I was leaving my own pet behind.

Today, I really do miss having a dog around. My family absolutely will not permit me to have a dog for a variety of reasons. Unfortunately, there aren't any dogs in my vicinity that I can be an honorary owner of, as with Daisy. I dream of the day when I will have my own place and can have as many dogs as I please. Until then, I'll just write about it ;-).

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A Fair-weather Friend (Part I)

P and V started off being mere acquaintances but within no time, they became what was termed as 'best friends'. People thought they were sisters because they looked freakishly similar, even their respective parents agreed on this point. They had some amazing times - blowing off lessons to hang out, discussing the merits and flaws of their crushes, analysing the conversations they had with the guy of their dreams and interpreting every sentence he said in a million different ways, picking one of those interpretations and later finding out that was the farthest from the truth, conferring about their plans for the future, and so many more. But the one thing that nobody doubted was that they would be friends forever.

A few years later

It had been a year since they had spoken. V couldn't believe that they were once best friends. Where did it all go wrong? Well, that was a rhetorical question, for she could actually pinpoint the day when it all started to go pear-shaped - the day when a single event changed her entire life forever. She turned to the one person she thought would provide the comfort and support she needed. But that very person instantly turned her back on her. It emerged that P was a fair-weather friend. As long as everything was rosy, she chose to be by her side and yet, as soon as the proverbial black clouds approached, she fled with astonishing speed. At that juncture, the proverb, 'Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone', started to ring true in her head. They both moved on but some things are unforgivable. Maybe P's guilt and V's resentment drove them apart to the point that they simply lost touch with each other.


V was just thinking about her yesterday and, out of the blue, P contacted her today to ask if she wanted to meet up. V agreed to do so but, in retrospect, was regretting it. A year is such a long time and so much had changed since they had last spoken. Would they even have anything to speak about? And even they did get along like a house on fire, could it even go back to the way it was? More importantly, should it go back to the way it was? What exactly were either of them hoping to achieve through this rendezvous? V reasoned that it was too late to back out and decided to take the meeting with a pinch of salt while hoping for the best. 

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January 19, 2005


One of dictionary meanings of the word ‘trust’ is firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing. Unfortunately, the feeling isn’t always mutual, as recent events had confirmed. How could it be that someone she deemed to be a close friend and confidant, let’s call him X for anonymity’s sake, omitted to share something of great magnitude with her? If roles were reversed and she was the one with the great news, she was positive that X would have been one of the chosen recipients of the same. She firmly believed that actions speak louder than words, so although X claimed that he trusted her, his action (of not confiding in her) indicated the exact opposite. She was deeply hurt.

Being a forthright person, she was all for confrontational situations and prided herself at being able to deliver an admirable verbal lashing, when so required. And yet, on this particular occasion, she chose not to do so. Maybe she was finally growing up and learning to pick her battles with care. Or maybe she would keep her hurt and anger repressed until the day that a minor event caused those festering emotions to be unleashed, with possibly dire consequences.

Ultimately, she decided to give her overactive imagination a much needed rest, get over the entire situation, move on and concentrate on more pressing matters. People will deal with any given situation based on their interpretation of it and in a manner they deem worthy. The best she could do for herself was to trust her own judgement and learn to let go once in a while.

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January 18, 2005

My Pedometer

Guess who was given this Pedometer as a very late (9 months and 2 days to be specific!) birthday present?!

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January 16, 2005

His Only Crime

Lying in a congested jail

desperate and desolate

Cheeks stained with tears

and eyes no longer capable of producing tears

Clothes - too tattered, too few

from head to feet - beaten black and  blue

His only crime was -

He had dared to be hungry

Drank as much water as he could

Tightly bound a cloth around his stomach

Sniffed glue till his face went blue

But - finally - those hunger pangs,

Oh! those miserable unwanted hunger pangs

did show their face

The aroma of food from the nearby sweet shop

The aroma of food from the hotel down the street

The aroma of food from the kitchens in the nearby buildings

The aroma of food from the office-goers tiffins

Food, food around him

but not a morsel to eat

His only crime was-

espite all his efforts

His stomach did rumble & grumble

He snatched a jalebi from the nearby sweetshop

And ran - not for his life

BUT - for his food

However, having had no food for three days

he was weak and he fell soon.

Well-beaten, he was sent to jail

His mind - once a virgins innocence

Now a prostitutes know-it-all

Punished - for the crime of getting hungry

a crime which all of us commit daily

The difference being -

we don’t need to commit a crime

to cover-up for this universal crime.

By Prerak Ved

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January 12, 2005

Small minds..

A classic example of the vindictiveness of some people. Here is a tip, 'Star' - maybe if you did something useful with your life instead of playing tasteless jokes on unsuspecting individuals who are actually trying to earn an honest living, you might even be able to find a 'real' job to pay for your recreational drug indulgence. I hope your job gets outsourced, jerk!

US radio jocks air abuse call

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January 10, 2005

Chocolate Fountain

It is almost as if someone out there heard the prayers of the entire world's chocoholics. Now if I could somehow win the lottery and afford to buy one of these, I'll never need to leave my room again! Check this out..

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January 09, 2005

Normal...yeah, and pigs fly!

Is it not disheartening when someone you thought was perfectly sane suddenly appears to be teetering on the brink of insanity? A person, who you thought was as normal as one could get, starts acting like a permanent resident of Bizzaroland! Is it me or is the world just full of extremely odd people?! Maybe some of us are just better at concealing it than others.

(Forgive me, events are compelling me to question the sanity of people in general).

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January 08, 2005


Check these out..Buster is the cutest!

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January 05, 2005

Dawn encounter

Date: 05/01/04

Time: 3.45 a.m.

My phone rings. My first thought through a dreamy haze is that a recurring nightmare has actually turned into reality and that I have slept through my alarm, missed a final exam and my friends are calling wondering where the hell I am. But it's still dark outside and my clock reads 3.45 a.m. I answer my phone mostly out of curiosity and also because, if I don't, the wailing ringtone of my phone is likely to wake up the entire household.

Me (groggily): Hello?

Person at the other end: Happy New Year!

Me: Thank you, same to you!

Person at the other end: Do you recognise me?

Me: Erm..no!

Person at the other end: It's £$!?$, from America. We were just looking at some pictures of you and thought we would ring you guys. What time is it there?

Me: 4 o'clock.

Person at the other end: Oh okay. You sound like you have just woken up.

Me: That's because I have.

Person at the other end: Why are you sleeping at 4 in the afternoon, are you ill?

Me: It is four in the morning.

Person at the other end (pause): Oh yeah..I just remembered, you guys are ahead. Wish everyone from me. Go back to sleep. Byeeeeeee!

I spend the rest of the night staring at the starless sky and trying desperately to fall asleep. I finally dose off at around 6.45 only to be woken by my alarm at 7.00.

Just one question - why me?!

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