The author is On Vacation.
Might not comment regularly..But will try her best to keep track.
Psst: This does not mean no posts…obviously you all won’t be spared 😀

Lots to write..not much time to express…so save the best for the last!
Thank you for the all the good wishes…and Mster Hawk n Falcon –SHUT UP!!
mYSITQUE–Shut up too.


To avoid:
Sad Movies..(by sad i mean dumb)
Relatives who love politics.
Politicians who make reservations.
SMS forwards about reservations.
To not think about:
Never ending examinations. They just creep into your life..when you thought you got rid of one set.
How you’re going to finish that fat book/novel.
Bitchy oversmart people.
To think about:
Raindrops on your cheeks.
Treehouse near the beach.
Comforting tight hugs.
The date is something that refuses to leave my mind. There have been very few times when I’ve completely lost track of time..TIME..why does it play such an important role.??
Those days when i remember waking up late and  wondering aloud–what date is it today?? Will  those days will ever com back again?
Slowly I’m inching towards the same times..what would be interesting to note is that–will i lose track of time all over again? Will I be able to forget all my worries?
Only time will tell…I guess!

the longest tag ever.

Yes another one..
the same painful journey which requires an important talent..
which most of us possess
it lies hidden somewhere in the heart or some part of the brain or some part of the last finger on my left leg..but it definitely exists.
yes it doesn’t exist in certain fools and morons of the highest order..but they seem to manage with other ahem talents god or whoever has granted them
and if you couldn’t figure out what i was talking about…then well ur absolutely brillant.
Have been tagged by mister Rahman who seems to have bounced back to blogging..still crying about his love life…continuing from exactly where he left. In case you’re already bored you can visit his blog and convince him/ give him ideas on ‘How to stop worrying and start Proposing to your Crush’
As a recurring victim of this disease as someone had put it..i have to do this..yasser you cure your love problems first and then tag other potentials….the following is what has to be done..thats the prescription..
And as a ‘tag victim’, you are supposed to do the following:

1. Come up with 8 different points of your perfect lover.
2. Mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again

Ok First and foremost..i prefer to answer point number 2..cause My "TARGET" has to be a male…man whoever calls your perfect lover a not even hunting as of yet…if i would be..that would make me Hunterwaali errr..sheesh ok bad one.
Yes as much as everybody loved Brokeback mountain it was the last movie i could relate to..and i found Nothing Beautiful in it apart from some of the shots thank you very much mister whoever cinematographer. (no i did not find those two guys kissing– beautiful) So where was i…lets call him My Guy–would very much be a male..there the sex of the target is declared..and no potential lesbians i do not have any plans to change my preferences 😛
And now for the 8 points:
1) Here i would definitely like to club a whole lot of qualities which in my understanding, My Guy should be having by default or else he and i would never be together. Understanding,Trustworthy, Intelligent, Honest Sweet,Caring,  blah blah  Adventurous (not only the kinds who’d be ready to drive down to some hill station but also the kinds who’d be prepared to eat some of the stuff i make :P–thats being adventurous trust me lol ) Yes since My guy would be understanding he’d have to understand that I’m impatient and get frustrated easily or am short tempered and if he doesnt understand that he has to value me for what i am then i guess he’s not understanding enough. Ofcourse if he tries to change me he’d have to change for me too 😛 Phew ok thats enough of clubbing about 100 points..but then Understanding is the key word–yes yasser? 😉
2) Most importantly the guy should be Humorous. He should be able to take a joke, or should be willing to play them with me, share them with me watever. I’m always game for a good laugh..but yes if he plays a joke On me then well he’ll have to tolerate my beatings (no i just use pillows relax) or maybe a few kicks here and there nothing much. He should be able to make me smile..n make me laugh..cause i’d probably be doing th same.I’d hope he is a good combination of smart-quick-wits and dry,sarcastic humor. Ok ok enough..
i know too demanding am i not??
3) My Guy should be calm! I mean you need some soothing factor. right? .since im always in a turmoil..confused, frustrated, short would be nice if he has a calm side..more like patience maybe. But not Calm and dull..cause certain overly calm ppl are highly dull and dull ppl frustrate me even more.
err i think i’ll run out of points…
4) The guy should like eggs. Yes. now please i dont want egg lovers jumping for attention but i just love eggs in any form. I dont mind if he can cook 😉 but if we enter the kitchen together..either there should be a mad food fight or there should be a scrumptious meal on the table….any chefs out here??
5) My Guy should be Respectful–yea yea he should respect his grandma too 😛 oh ad mine as well..but the fact is that–in todays world, one needs to respect individuals…if you give respect to an individual for what he/she is and be a little more accepting half the problems in the world would solve. Ok ‘d respect him only if he is all of the above mentioned things ok 😉 haha kiddin I’d respect the guy cuz love and respect go hand in hand or do they not?
ok enough of such old boing uncle/aunty kinda quality
SHIT 3 more points! man
6) Guy should be Simple yet classy (no yasser im not copying your point)–don’t mind if he likes to dress up.only he should not scare me away with his dress sense….he should be simple in his thoughts complicated hoodlum and even if he does have complicated thoughts he should keep them interesting to keep me attention span is poor u see lol..actually he’d have to be  Easy going someone who’s relaxed..enjoys himself..even when he’s doing the smallest of things…just comfortable in his skin..and yet fun loving!
7)  Well by now u know that my demands are too many, so I’ll allow him to have this one point..he can be something realllyyy irritating..stupid/ dumb whatever…i mean if he’s exactly as i want him to be where in the world does the fun part come in!!!! and besides i dont like perfect things/people..
8) Oh well he should love me as much as i would love him. maybe even more 😀 Unless i love him more than he loves me, but then thats not what i want..or do i?? lol
So noww comes the best part 😀 my 8 victims would beeee Yipeee i get to choose victims lol
Prachi (believe me bloggign helps during exams-i’ll tell u how when ur online next)
Oh and whoever wants to do is free to become a victim afterall its a free world and in a free world u need a mind, heart soul, body to think, contemplate get bored like me and write such shitty tags.
And mister Horus- u said ur sick of tags and u end them so i spare u, baby utsav-ur still baby so true love after a few years of? Nidhi, Kriti,Vidya Pranky and Deepika–i’ve seen u all talk about love in your own different ways 😉 still you could torture urself if u’ll want to. 😉

Floating thoughts.

How to tolerate people you fail to relate with?
 How to cheer yourself up?
How to keep going on..especially when you feel you can’t take a single last step?
How to be patient and prevent hasty steps?
How to be Determined????
What difference will it make to anyone..why do people wear masks?
Do good things ACTUALLY happen to good people?
Everyone doesn’t have to be competetive do they?

The walk.

She looked at her watch, it wasn’t too late. Evening fell with its usual camaraderie. Prayers being offered in rows at a mosque, always a fascination. An eagerness to peep in and observe the activities. A stray child walking around. Traffic on the streets, cars in a hurry to reach their destination. Kids from the nearby slum running around on the path. The paanwala playing his radio, the tea shop owner frying singharas., the puchkawala doing brisk business. A burst of activity everywhere. People returning home from work, duties and responsibilities. A few short steps, towards the crossing and home would be here. She quickened her pace knowing its all but a short distance now, two buildings to cross. An empty taxi parked halfway on the footpath.
‘Tu hi meri shab hai…’ suddenly he crooned. Best to ignore, she told herself. Walking further, crossing through the narrow space between the taxi and the building wall..she heard steps behind her quicken. Turned around slightly, but kept walking. Her lane was empty, very few people,some cars passing by. Dressed in black and and fake denims, she didn’t see his face. She quickened her pace suddeny, to avoid anymore crooning. He quickened his pace too. Another building..and then you’re home-she said to herself. She walked even more faster, knowing that she was almost being followed, stalked. There! its here, she rushed into the building. The steps behind her waiting in front of the building. She turned around while climbing the stairs, to briefly see a pair of eyes staring at her. Its not the stare that scared her. Its the intentions.