The "feminine" men

I wish the 2nd type still existed!!!!

I miss “real men”….. Well honestly!!! … You now the slightly rugged (who take less time to get dressed) men…. The men that came before metro sexuality came in!!! Yes the same… ok normally or BM (before the metro sexual era)… it would be so easy to meet up with my Male Friends… the conversation would have been such…

Me: Hey ssupppp lets meet up…

Male Friend (MF) I’ll b there in 5 ok….

Me :Mmmm hey no i’l need atleast an hours time to get dressed … so i’l see you in an hour ok?

 MF: alright… and now… post AM ( after the metro sexual era)

 Me :hey ssupppp lets meet up…

MF:  ok i’l b there in sometime ok….

Me : Mmmm hey no il need atleast an hours time to get dressed … so il see you in an hour ok?

MF : no no il take atleast 2 hours , so il catch up with you in 2 hours…

Me : 2 hours??? For what… putting on a jeans and t-shirt???

MF : (actual scenario) nah re, il need to bathe, dress up (lol), which shirt should I wear, I really like the pink one I got yesterday … what do you think?

Me : ummmm … hmmm … ya umm yes …

MF : no I guess I have tanned a little , I should maybe go in for blue .. don’t you think so??

Me : ( jaws dropped) … really does it matter??? Because , we will be watching a movie, and mmm am not sure blue or pink would make a difference in a dark room …

MF : yea , but then the distance from the entrance to the theatre , is not dark na !!!...

Me : (irritated, pretending to be cool) .. mmm ya, so umm blue it is…so il see you in 2 hours in  a “blue shirt” !!! yeaa ….

MF: I was actually planning between blue and a checked shirt I got yesterday… its got vertical stripes, and green and white and a bit of grey thrown in, what do you think.

Me : (almost on the verge of pulling out my hair) … hmmm, I think blue…

MF : I think the stripes are in.

Me : ok , yea I’m seeing it all over, yea so stripes it is ( we have already wasted 15 minutes here)

MF : Do you think vertical stripes make one look fat?

Me: ( confused between vertical and horizontal, and irritated, suppressing a giggle) No, it actually makes you look slim (hahaha , like I know) ..

MF : yea, I have put on weight off late, so I guess I should go with the stripe shirt!!!.

Me: ( who cares) .. umm yes, I think stripes will have  a very good camouflaging effect as well ..

MF : so you have noticed as well, that I have put on weight

Me : well you are the one who got that to my attention ( on the verge of getting inside the phone, and slitting his throat)

Mf : alright, so I guess, il go with the striped shirt.

Me : ( halleluiah) .. yes, good choice, and (40 minutes to deciding what he had to wear).. so could you hurry up a bit, otherwise we will miss the movie, and will have to go for a later one..k

Mf : I haven’t shaved ya, il take some time .. but ya il make it soon

Me : (to avoid missing the movie) .. oh but you look really great with a stubble

Mf : nahh, I need to get a clean shave done ..

Me : (loosing a battle here) alright, so il see you soon. Bye

2 hours later, I meet  him, all drenched and soaked in Reebok deo, wearing the “striped” shirt, hair all gelled in place clean shaved. I guess he even got a manicure and pedicure done …. Gosh his nails looked good, I stopped biting my own… after a bit of window shopping(so as to kill time, because we had to go in for a later show), we head to eat, where the “I’m so diet conscious” runs to the veggie section, and eats grass and more of grass (sub-way…. Its yumm…but not everyday), and I hear him say, not much of mayo please, wherein I was having mine dripping with mayo…(gulp)

I really miss the Men that I had seen growing up, with a little stubble, with the needed amount of deo or perfume, with jeans that is a bit dirty. A little tousled hair,(still love such guys) , the men who never used to take that long to “dress up”, who would be messy when eating, and I would look sophisticated in front of them(hheheheh), who would never care how well  -manicured their hands were, or how well –moisturized it was, who would not offer me sanitizer (c'mon.. dat was the heights), cause i might consume germs and bacteria( they are yummy , lol) who would not bother stepping out in the sun(minus the sunscreen)!!! ..and avoid this question - do you think spf 20 is better or spf 30 ?? lakme is a good choice aint it ( grrrr...... wondering what difference does a 20/30 make)... Now im confused of whether am less girly or the men are turning more pansy!!!!

Hmmm … that species of BM men are non –existent… if you do come across one of them... do lemme know, because I really miss having them around...and it’s irritating having to walk around with a guy who is almost turning into a girl. I mean , honestly I wonder how many woman out there want a man with Shaved chests, "manscaped" eyebrows and the "back, sack and crack" wax.. its high time they realized that all that is not , after all, the way to a woman's heart.

The Perfect woman i have come across ......

The first word that a child learns to say is ma…. The say that a mother is born when the child is born… hmm sounds apt!! doesn’t it… well for  a person like me I would rather accept that. Looking at my Mother, who literally is the epitome of perfectness… I would rather go with the saying…

My mother has a High tolerance level for nonsense (meaning -me)… I wonder at times , that how is it possible for someone to be so amazingly , well amazing. That’s what my mother is. She knows exactly what the three of us(me and my sisters), like and dislike, she knows exactly what I’m feeling, she knows exactly how to control and bear my tantrums.

She is superwoman. The comfort I feel when I’m near her, when she feeds me ( the food just tastes better), when she oils my hair, when she prepares something just cause I’m on a diet( hahaha)… for all the times that I have been rude, for all the times I have been a drama queen, for all the times I have made you cry… for all the times I have been “me” (arrogant, snobbish, a complete bitch)…. And for still loving me unconditionally – I love you mummy….

For all the times you have stood by me, letting me realize my dreams, for all the times you have listened to the stories about my friends (for knowing all of them), for all the time you are there for silly laughs and family jokes we share, for all the times you have hugged me and proudly said that I’m yours…. I love you…

The best thing about being you is that it’s so easy for me to talk to you, and you listen ever so lovingly, your eyes, looking through me….. for helping me to get all dressed up, for draping my first sari….. For just being there mummy, I love you.

For waving right at me, when I walked the ramp for the first time, ensuring me that no matter what happens, you’d still love me. for watching me walk over and over again (gosh , I would have been bored)……I love you. For helping me with my massive “diet “ and  “weight loss” strategies ( lol ) …

You are the only person who comes to mind when people compliment me for my language, because it was you who taught me!!! …. If not for you I would never have the language I do now. And for the rubbish and mistakes that I talk (that is me!!!)…

I can never be the way you are… because you are way too perfect. If I had to be my mother, I would have killed me!!!(Seriously)… but you still love me no matter what…

I see a little of you in my eldest sister… and I’m sure she will just be as awesome as you are –a wonderful mother, friend, confidante ….

Mummy you are my idol… nah it’s not an answer that I said just to impress people, but it’s true, if I had to be like someone, id rather be like you….

The way this place makes me feel.......

Did you realize how much important coco land makes you feel??? If you haven’t yet… just read on…. I realized that my journey spanning from my home to where I “work” is around 40 minutes, and in these 40 minutes of everyday life i feel like  a “celebrity”.. from the moment I step outside my gate … I have my first share of celebrity life  - my neighbor… with her disgusting smile and sarcasm filled dipped in honey modulated voice … where are you headed …I have to plaster a smile and give her the same answer I give her “EVERYDAY”  - work ….. And in my mind – get a life you stupid woman… certain other words that erupt in my mind have been deleted ..

So then after phase I  -  I move on to pass many more houses on my way to the bus stop, and along with that their unavoidable stare.. and the only factor that makes me oblivious of the world outside is my cutie pie “bling” – my angel in disguise(ya, alright , I have a fetish for my phone) . hmmm so, my savior is my headphone tightly stuffed(literally) into my ears and off I walk … the next phase is Ashraf ikka’s shop… nah his part comes later in the evening where he asks me where have I been, or has a questioning look about my attire(especially if it’s a jeans and t-shirt, and at how thin I have become – yea), its majorly the men who stop by to buy ciggy’s… who see me walking from a distance and stop and stare!!.. And I prance about feigning ignorance and believing in the non-existence of that “soul”… who checks me out from top to bottom while I leave!!!

Phase III – the 2 minutes walk to the bus stop : hahahah…. Irrespective of the auto’s honking inspite of no vehicles, or the automatic slowing down of cars and bikes… and the staring passerby’s , I notice nothing. And mind you… im not claiming to put a thought in your mind that puts me on a higher pedestal among beautiful girls(not that I mind) … but irrespective of the fact of whether you are pretty or not, whether you are salwar clad or in jeans( tried wearing salwar too), this cycle continues.

Phase IV – the auto guys: bang opposite the bus stop is an auto stand, so the moment they see a girl in jeans, with earphones plugged to her ears, they are all ready to STARE !!! … oh no im still feeling all great about myself (sarcasm intended) .and waiting for the bus, I fail to notice the passerby’s, vehicles etc that pass my way.

Phase V – the bus: So I see the awesome bus ( irrespective of all what has been told about the “killer bus” -  I still like them). Now here starts the main drama, if I don’t get a place to sit, I have to stand holding onto my dear life , and that’s when the women have their share of staring as well (now i did not only say that its just men who stare) … there is a lot of gender equality and unity when it comes to making me feel like a celebrity.. All of them are very eager to play their role. So coming back to the staring women… who very awkward and absurd though it may seem have  a tendency to stare right into my underarms!!!... and that’s when  I have this weird feeling of whether I did wax my underarms or not ( seriously, and I even cross check). Now since my back is turned to the major part of the bus, I don’t know what happens there, so id tell you about the scenes that  unfold in front of me… the guy who stands near the door(whatever he is called), has to keep checking to see if im alright(since I usually take the same bus, I guess im  a regular), and when the bus stops at a signal, the driver turns his head(a complete 360) and has a weird (villain about to rape) smile plastered on his face (now I might be imagining a bit too much here, but that look gives me the creeps).

It’s almost time for me to get of ( halleluiah) ,and I stand up awaiting my turn to literally jump off the bus, in the meanwhile the door guy tries striking up a conversation, and I conveniently ignore his attempts under the pretext of listening to music. So I alight at kaloor (with my head phones in place), and head towards another bus that’d take me to my destination…  

Phase VI – The journey from one bus to the other is around another 2 minutes( filled with gapes and stares, and me pretending ignorance – it’s an amazing feeling.). Phase 6 is really small, since I alternate between the bus depending on which leaves first, and by then it’s usually my favorite track that’s playing , which makes me all involved with the track, and has me singing aloud, much to the discomfort of my fellow passengers (im guessing). So then I get off, and then have a small awestruck looks from people below the office and then I rush to the safe haven (with a smile in my mind) and awaiting the evening of the same expressions along with my headphone.

Having come to coco land , I now realize how valuable my headset is, not having even used it once in Mumbai, and now when I go back to Mumbai, minus the occasional stares, I’ll miss the paparazzi effect that kerala showers you with !!! Hail coco – land for making me feel all Special (pun intended)

The tiny Raindrop……

The most strange and different Love story that I came across, Strange in sense of the people involved, and different, because I choose to call it so(lol)
 Maybe you can have a Love story of your own after this one.... or totally despise me :(

Yesterday as she stepped outside, she felt a drop of rain fall on her nose!!... She looked up and saw many others fighting to reach her as well. She knew this feeling; she had felt it earlier as well. How often has a gust of wind touched your face and left...and then you had a second gust of wind which was more aggressive and angry??

Did the tiny rain drop have to compete with the rest to reach her before they did, or did this tiny rain drop just fall on her? Well the latter seems more practical and obvious, but I would go with the former, cause that’s where the story all began…..

All the Raindrops did surely have a discussion about who would reach her first. The other may have laughed at the tiny raindrop and said  you should not even bother trying, we are much stronger and faster than you, and will reach her before you do.

At that moment the tiny drop looked down and saw her looking up towards the sky and smiling, he knew for that very moment that it was he who had to reach her first before the others did. He did not know how but he knew that he would. He knew he would reach her, see her smile before someone else does, no matter how tough it would be.

And then they all left, the tiny rain drop was left behind, he tried with all his might , but he couldn’t go any faster than the rest, but he still knew he would be “the one”. A gust of wind came along and blew away the other drops before him, making way for him, giving him an opportunity to achieve what he wanted. He was happy, as he did not have anyone in front of him, but no sooner did he look behind than he realized that he still had a long way to go. Right behind him he saw an army of rain drops coming right at him, to reach her before he does.

He mustered all the courage he had, all his strength, and darted straight at her, he knew he had to get there before anyone else did, and then he saw her looking at him , that smile, ever radiant and beautiful, waiting for him…. He fell on her (plook).….Saw her smile and then he faded away with a memory so beautiful that lasted him a lifetime, and gave her a moment so special, one which bought a smile to her lips. A moment which separated her life from the usual, all because of a raindrop.

Artist of the Year -Umek

Umek has been rated as the Artist of the Year… and he sure knows how to carry that title well!!!!!...... catch him if you can, because he is always on the move , with shows lined up one after the other, he will be shuttling between France, Ukraine and Usa in the month of may which proves that Umek  stays focused on his primary goal – making and selecting high quality productions that stand out from the rest and bringing his sound closer to people all around the world. 

I know we all do know about this maverick who has put the sound of the Slovenian techno on the world map of electronic music. The drastic change that he has brought about are worth talking about again and again.

Born in 1976, in Ljubljana, Slovenia, Uros Umek began DJing in 1993. He and his friends were the pioneers of dance music in Slovenia, and between them they were responsible for putting on the first large scale parties in Slovenia. The result has been that Umek is Slovenia’s most famous DJ, and techno is Slovenia’s favourite form of music. Accompanied with his affiliates and colleagues he organized the first electronic music parties – so called “raves” in homeland Slovenia in the begging of 90’s of the 20th century. Pioneering the genre and parties he became worldwide simply known as “Fotr” – the Father of Slovenian techno and electronic culture. His current style is the combination of many different roots, which the more long term Umek fans may recognize. His dedication and impressive work rate have led to his studio skills being increasingly called with a wealth of successful releases under his belt.

In the beginning of the year 2007, Umek started a new 1605 Music Therapy - Sixteenofive, with which he marked the beginning of the second era of his music creation and what an era it is! After 4 years the label is tagged as a great success and is one of the world’s fastest growing techno labels, which spawns releases and new talents almost every week

Nominations and awards on world's prestigious music contests seem to just pour into Umek's pocket – he was voted to first place on last year’s Beatport's world Music Awards in techno category and he’s again nominated; this year as best artist overall, along with David Guetta, Deadmau5, Mark Knight and few others. 

But Umek’s success story is far from done. Successful projects like interesting documentary named “Techno heavy-weights Umek & Carl Cox in back to back interview” that were already completed and many in the oven for this year that only horizon is the limit for Umek

One aspect that sets him apart from the rest is his inculcation of  a humanitarian aspect in the realm of the music industry. He started of with Humanitarian open air party in Tivoli in 2005. With Umeks name in the forefront, the cause has gathered the much needed attention, help and donations, thus imbibing in youngsters a social responsibility. The proceeds have been used to help victims of criminal offences, and to help young people to cure from cancer

Top DJ Mix: John Digweed – Structures

John Digweed is a British deejay who is internationally known for his mixing and spinning prowess. the name John Digweed is synonymous with quality, ingenuity and integrity. While he continues to be a sought-after club deejay, he has expanded his musical interests to include club ownership and founding several record labels.

His resume of accomplishments makes his proteges swoon and his contemporaries nervous. He served as a resident at the northern club Renaissance during its early-to-mid nineties heyday. He was the first U.K. DJ (with Sasha) to hold a club residency in the U.S. He’ consistently voted one of the top 10 international DJs in prestigious club culture publications such as DJ Magazine and Muzik. He’ a talent whose appearances in locales such as Australia, Africa, and Asia are met with the same fervor and excitement they receive in Europe and America. And this DJ superstar continues to stay on the rise .
But it wasn’t al that easy for john Digweed, In 1987 Digweed moved to London and tried to get jobs by sending his mix tapes to clubs. When that failed, he hosted his own regular party in Hastings. he was very determined to make it  as a DJ. His breakthrough came in 1993 when he got a gig at the Renaissance Club in Mansfield after fellow DJ Alexander Coe (aka Sasha) heard his demo. In 1994 the pair mixed Renaissance, the first club-mix CD on the market. Digweed's work was continued to gain popularity, especially after "For What You Dream Of," a single first released in 1993, was included in the 1996 Trainspotting soundtrack.
He started the record label Bedrock Records to further promote the music he was playing at the time. In addition to starting the Bedrock imprint, he and friend Nick Muir produce under the Bedrock alias.
It’ the same strive towards excellence he brings to his work as a musician. His tracks, recorded with partner Nick Muir under, you guessed it, the moniker Bedrock, are bona fide classics, meshing the deep, luxurious hues of house with the atmospheric rush of trance in Digweed’ characteristic style
It’ the same strive towards excellence he brings to his work as a musician. His tracks, recorded with partner Nick Muir under, you guessed it, the moniker Bedrock, are bona fide classics, meshing the deep, luxurious hues of house with the atmospheric rush of trance in Digweed’ characteristic style
For his latest album venture, 'Structures', John Digweed has selected an exceptional 33 tracks, bringing together the latest Bedrock single releases and a plethora of unreleased, exclusive tracks and remixed tracks from 'Bedrock Eleven', all mixed together to perfection the man himself. It seems amazing that through such an illustrious career so far, John Digweed has never had a live DJ mix made commercially available
John Digweed has his finger firmly on the pulse of the electronic dance scene in 2010. It's an international showcase from this influential label that is hard to beat. 
"Few match the prowess of the British-born producer/DJ/entrepreneur, and now radio personality."A strong, steadfast foundation on which the ever-expanding global club culture continues to lean. A standard by which all other promoters, producers and DJs can be measured. With the talent and ambition that has a way of separating the diamonds from the rough, John Digweed’ Bedrock is set to move you in more ways than you can imagine.

Bumpy and his new perception on Death

I have met many People in my life, so far so good, and i really thought  i was to be the weirdest of the lot, especially since i had the uncanny ability of handing out to my friends really weird names!! However there is one friend of mine who actually tops the list of what certain people may call as “madness”. However I would say , my friend Bumpy definitely has some courage!! Hats off to you.

Well, Bumpy is in the final stages of  what we call leukemia, or in layman’s term Blood cancer (sad music fills the air). I know this great person from almost a year. It was a complete filmi meeting. We both hated each other; no we did not “fall in love”. We realized we could find other people to torture!!..

When he first broke the news to me, I was lost for words, like a quintessential bollywood film Heroine, tears fell from my eyes in slow motion, not exaggerating!! And just like  a leaf out of a hindi film came his dialogue, Pickles (that’s what he calls me), tumhe meri kasam , do not cry.(well he said it in a better way). Well , duh , how am I not to cry or atleast feel a sense of loss, when one of my good friend, is about to pack up for a different world altogether!!. I used to cheer him up(or so I thought), by telling him that there is a huge waiting list in Heaven, but seems like he had confirmed tickets!!

Since we both liked the book Life after Death by Deepak chopra, he often used to cite the book, quoting that he is merely going to go to the astral phase, or afterlife (please read the book ,for queries on the same).Having worked with a Cancer care Ngo, I had the privilege of meeting people who had family members who were or had been affected by Cancer. In the course of my work, I met Sarita , a very beautiful woman, who really changed my perspective towards life and death, and like a child very excited of having learned something, I went and discussed the same with Bumpy.(at this stage , I was unaware of him suffering from cancer).

Sarita’s mother died of cancer some years back, and at that time her mother ensured that there wont be any sort of mourning at her place (short version). Bumpy adopted that as his means of bidding adieu , and going to another world. He made me promise that I would not shed a tear (phew, dramatic , I know).

But well the woman in me, lol… does feel a bit upset right.!!!!... so Well Bumpy says that he is not going to stay in touch with any of his friends, and is going to travel around the world, and will die in Nature’s lap!! Wow awesome way to leave your imprints.

Well I do appreciate your valiant efforts in embracing Death and not making a hue and cry about it. But honestly, even the scriptures(somewhere in the bible)they do say daughters weep n etc. So restrict yourself from restricting us over Emotional Atyachar !!!!!. So Bumpy, you can die whenever you have to, but il remember you always as someone who has made my day , no matter what, and yes I do cry over the fact that  you wont be accessible anymore