Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Shopping voes

whoever said shopping is fun must be hanged!!!
or worse.. made to shop for a month with my mom
and all those who think its a stressbuster, think again
as far as I am concerned, its been giving me sleepless nights for a month
what with looking for everything from shoes to safety pins, from hankies to spoons

and the tailors... I really am going to strangle them with their very own inchetapes!!
trials, retrials, countless fittings, that never seem to end
from matching earrings to matching dupattas, I have started havong nightmares about shirt patterns and swirling dupattas..
Well, i better hurry all I'll miss the trouser fitting I have scheduled half an hour later

Thursday, July 10, 2008

I am back~~

yes after a long long long..........
absence, I am back on my blog
I really can't tell you how much I missed my space and all my friends here, all I can say is I had my reasons for not coming here, even though it was killing me not to
A lot has happened since the last time I was here
college is over
I have been spending the last month doing nothing except sitting at home, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, flipping channels, sleeping some more, gorging on practically everything (to the point that I no longer fit into my jeans), sleeping, sleeping...
I guess you get the picture..
But that's over
I finally got my call and am leaving for Chennai on 20th of July for my joining with Accenture which is on 21st of July
Wheew!! after all those years of whiling away my time in college, I am finally going to be earning my own bread and butter (or my own burger and coke in my case)
So all my friends with eons of experience in the work department are invited to please please share some of their useful Gyan with me
waiting eagerly for your responses
love and luck
Sherry :)

Thursday, April 24, 2008


Blogging has added a lot more to my life than i could ever have imagined
In ways It has shaped what I am today
Freeville has been my very own drama stage, where I have been evrything I could dream of.
I have been a green green grasshopper and a roaring auto..
I have been a naughty cat :meow: and an innocent pair of dance slippers...
I have made hearts go ooooooh with my hot chocolaty oomph
and hopped around as a pair of orange laced shoes..
and what an audience I have had.. people who have accompanied me on every crazy whacky adventure that captured my fancy
I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as i did.
Now its time to take a little break
My laptop went kaput a couple of days back and my college came to an end today (Everybody around me is getting their hair ironed and pealing packs off their faces as i write this.. getting ready for the farewell, three hours from now) I am going home a few days from now (after my final examz) and since there is no net at home(my sister is in class 10 so no net, no loud music, minimum television.. yes yes life as an elder sibling seriopusly sucks!! :sigh: :sigh:) so I am officially closing my blog temporarily for a few months.. I'll definitely miss this space and everyone who visited it
i hope i too shall be missed
but then again... I'll be back soon

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The last bite..


She heard the loud clanging of the overhead bell, signaling the lunch hour
Why can't we just have lunch in class under the teacher's watchful eye.. she wondered for the umpteenth time.
She tried to trail behind everyone else, avoiding the customary push towards the blue door.
As, she got out of the red and white room and entered the bustling line of tiny class 1 students, she mentally ticked off the places where she could spend the coming hour without being disturbed.

The tree clump at the end of the ground wouldn't do... that's where they had found her the week before and had scared her with stories about old graves and wandering spirits, till she had run crying all the way to the school church, with everyone laughing in her wake.
She hadn't been able to sleep alone since then.

The plane behind the buses would have to go to.. thats' where the bus driver had beaten her up with a stick for spilling rouhafza near the tires.

So would it be the ledge on the back wall, to the forbidden backside of the building today? But what if Sister Sophie catches her.. that would mean 10 whiplashes on her palm and 10 on her knuckles.
But she decided to risk it anyway
She looked all around, making sure she wasn't followed, as she softly slipped behind the tin enclosure, to the back of the high brick wall. She lifted her bag up and then climbed uncertainly onto the ledge.
At last! she felt safe from the savage world on the other side of the flimsy tin door. She was about to open her lunch box, a rare smile touching her ruby lips, her fountain pony bouncing happily as she mentally savored the contents, when she heard the voice. "Hey you! What are you doing up there?" She looked down, terrified, to see Varanpal, the most popular girl in class and her cronies staring up at her, hands on hips. "I.. I justtt.. ", she stammered as she always did in school. The girls go bored with her bumbling speech and instead started talking to each other in hurried whispers, giggling all the while. The happy sound scared her even more.

"Would you be our friend?", the question took her so much by surprise that she asked perplexed, " who?". "yeah yeah", came the unexpected response..
She had never had a friend. No one had ever wanted her for anything other than to make fun of her or to beat her up or to tease her mercilessly.. but friendship.. and being Varanpal's friend would mean no more beatings, no more hating lunch hour, no more tears
"ye...s"she mumbled softly. "Then what are you doing up there? come down to us". She climbed down eagerly and fell clumsily at their feet as her skirt caught on a nail. they laughed their heads off at her, calling her a baffoon. Then Varanpal stopped and looked at her seriously.. "If you want to be our friend, you have to say "I am a fool" thrice and spin around clapping, all the while". she didn't have a choice now did she? She did as she was told as they almost burst out of their tiny bodies laughing.

They took her to the main ground, where everyone sat in circles on grey asphalt,having their food and chatting away, and for now staring at her as she followed, head downcast, in Varan's wake. They made their way to the largest circle, with everyone automatically making way for Varan and her friends.
"From now on, she is my friend", Varan announced to everyone with a wink. Sniggers flew across the circle as she slowly sank to the ground next to Varan. "so where is your lunch?". She looked up confused, at the question from the girl with the bob cut and the red specs, sitting two places from her. "You know.. lunch.. here we all share our lunches by passing them around this circle and since you are new, we are going to start with you today. "
She reluctantly gave her lunch to the girl next to her, who took a huge bite and then passed it on to the next. She watched longingly as everyone devoured her favourite bitter gourd and parantha, which her mother had cooked for her at 5 in the morning. By the time the box made its way back to her, there was only one little bite left.
She picked it up to eat it, when she felt a blow on her back "Get out", and her bite sailed out of her hand and onto the dirty ground. There was another blow and a louder "Get out!!". "But.. bu..t I thought i your friend". That merited a harsh kick from Varanpal and a riot of laughter from everyone. "You!! my friend?? haha.. in your dreams.. i moti!!". There were more kicks, blows and chants of "moti moti". Someone hit her with a bag and she went skidding against the asphalt, staining it with blood, as her nose landed next to her last bite of biter gourd..

The applause brought her out of her reverie.. She realized they had just announced her name.. as the winner of the "School's best orator of the year" award.. She had won it three times in a row..
She got up.. walked up to the stage... head held high... gracious smile back in place.. as she turned towards the mike to address the school... silently putting another bandage on the ever bleeding wounds of the little girl

PS: No, Its not fiction..

Monday, April 14, 2008

Of orange laced shoes

I was a pair of orange laced shoes...
colourful and vibrant
so full of youth
off I go in a careless swagger.. jumping over potholes
slipping and sliding over the road's greying pearls, to touch the peak of a mountain of rubble,
almost toppling off to nothingness.. clawing the trembling sides with my rubbery sole
aaah! and I have made it..
I rest a while.. Swathed in the grey glory of my rumbling kingdom
But I can't stay still now can I?
off I go leaving a furrowed slope in my wake as I breeze off towards a new adventure

What should I do now? hmm... should I go bungee jumping off a window ledge?
or should I go deep water diving in the nearby pond?

hmmm... may be today I'll just go for a walk... discovering new territories to mark as my own.. reveling in the novelty as I savour the touch of each new texture slip under me
A voyage of meaning..

A voyage of discovery..

Uhoh! what's wrong with you dudette? what's with all this philosophizing about life and stuff
just chill and live life as it comes and let it take u places :D
as for now that place would have to be the shoe shop at the end of the street with that sexy pair of red laced shoes.. who just makes my heat go OOH OOH OOH!!! ;) :D

did u hear that.. that thump? yuhoo!!! that's the latest dance no. to hit the stores
so off I go dancing away to glory.. making laces pop and tongues loll with my cool moves and swift turns.. I am loving iiiit :D :D :D

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Dead pain

I feel a gentle thump in my foot where his knee had crushed it blue

I feel a soft coolness where the wind from the overhead fan is drying the trailing tears

I feel a numbed warmth as fresh blood flows out of my crumpled fingers

I feel a dull sensation in my head where the hair were pulled out of their roots

I feel a bubble burst as blood boils out of my right ear

I feel a smoky burn near my navel where a new cigarette mark joined the scores before

Of pain, indignity, injustice.. I feel Nothing

These are dead bodies I buried years ago in a lonely grave.. along with love, trust and pride
A grave with no flowers.. A grave with no care.. A grave i no longer visit, to mourn

I raise myself by my good arm and stagger to the kitchen, mentally calculating the time it would take to cook his favourite dinner... stumbling on my torn skirt.. shivering in mid step.. careful not to wake him up, as he shifts in his drunken slumber..

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


A BIG THANK YOU!!! to all those who woke up at 6:30 in the morning for my little party.. you guys are absolute darlings

Thanks for making it such a success and giving such a rocking start to my day

I hope you guys had fun too :)

and for those who couldn't make it.. don't worry

we'll hold another one soon (and at a more reasonable time for sure :D )

so adieu and take care