August 01, 2010 02:00pm – After partying for two consecutive nights, Vaibhavi was exhausted. She was too tired to travel to the other part of Mumbai to meet her friend. She instead invited Rishab to her apartment and thought they will plan their next couple of days over a drink. What happened next is what this blog tale is all about!
Aug’02, 2010 02:00am – “Omg! I don’t think we should do this”, Vaibs pushed herself away from Rish in her intoxication. Rishab agreed, “we are complicating things …we should stop, we are friends.” The damage was already done, Vaibhavi and Rishab did not realise when they locked their lips, that their emotions have got attached in the most unexpected fashion.
Aug’03, 2010 06:00pm – Rishab had a flight to catch the day after; he was getting ready for a friends place when Vaibhavi in her agitation asked, “Can’t you stay for any longer?”
Aug’04, 2010 10:00am – (Phone rings) Tring tring “Hello Vaibhavi, Rishab here!”…” I’m coming over to your place; my flight has been postponed to 7th August…what’s for lunch?”
Aug’05, 2010 – Kakori biryani was amazing, the kebabs melted away. Tere bin laden at PVR was a waste of time. But they never cared as they sat on marine drive experiencing every lashing wave together, welcoming it with Vaibhavi’s joyous voice and Rishab’s uncanny thoughts.
Aug’06, 2010 – Vaibs was already into Rish, though she knew he was not here to stay. She wanted to hold him tight once more and tell him that these few days of nothings meant more to her than a lot of somethings. She wanted to leave it open for him to decide. She wanted to run away but the farthest she could reach was her best friend’s house for dinner, that too along with him.
Aug’07, 2010 10.30am – The day was here. He was about to leave in 15mins. He was calm promising both it would go a long way. Vaibs did not know what to expect. She was exhilarated and disappointed at the same time. She moved closer to him. His breath increased manifold. The euphoric chaos was felt around as they united into each other for a moment and the void was filled with inexplicable ecstasy!
Missin Him
11:18pm-August 28, 2010
It’s not been 48 hours since he has been unreachable and I’m trying to control my emotions…ironically which includes my already “had discussions” with Romi and Souvit on how much I’m missing him. They think I’m over reacting. Well I’m …considering the number of sms’s I have sent knowing there would be continuous delivery failure and calls which are being registered to his activated missed call alerts (I think!).
Its just hard, that’s all! But then come to be in terms with practical life, you realize you are indeed overreacting….but then you have the longing that he will dock, call and tell you how much he also missed you. Is this love, infatuation, crush or just a mere gap in between one’s heart, mind and soul being filled by expectations, with happiness at the end or disappointment as the story goes on? Lets not predict…I’m here, move on …get used to it… life has greater or worse things in store…Live it and continue making a difference …but that doesn’t iron out the fact that I do miss him. So here’s to the weird feeling inside my heart. Cheers!
It’s not been 48 hours since he has been unreachable and I’m trying to control my emotions…ironically which includes my already “had discussions” with Romi and Souvit on how much I’m missing him. They think I’m over reacting. Well I’m …considering the number of sms’s I have sent knowing there would be continuous delivery failure and calls which are being registered to his activated missed call alerts (I think!).
Its just hard, that’s all! But then come to be in terms with practical life, you realize you are indeed overreacting….but then you have the longing that he will dock, call and tell you how much he also missed you. Is this love, infatuation, crush or just a mere gap in between one’s heart, mind and soul being filled by expectations, with happiness at the end or disappointment as the story goes on? Lets not predict…I’m here, move on …get used to it… life has greater or worse things in store…Live it and continue making a difference …but that doesn’t iron out the fact that I do miss him. So here’s to the weird feeling inside my heart. Cheers!
Parting Fashionably!
In March 2008 when I was working with the TimesGroup I had approached my colleague, responsible for the fashion portfolio, for a Lakme Grand Finale show and party pass. She looked down upon me as if some dirty rat had asked for the royal cheese from the King’s kitchen…in this case the cream from the crème de la crème. Call it irony of life, reversal of fate or the way I put it…God’s unusual pranks, October 2008 I had a Lakme Fashion Week Spring/Summer 2009 OFFICIAL PR-ALL AREA ACCESS badge around my neck authorising me to brush shoulders with the cooks, stewards and maids in the same kitchen.
One of LUX Superstar Offer winner press releases mention “While most people do not believe that dreams ever come true, Lux consumers will now be forced to think otherwise.” Thankfully I’m not a LUX customer…. I have always been a pseudo-schizophrenic and my dreams have been a reality show. In the past 757 days, Genesis BM has helped me see the BIG PICTURE above and beyond my reverie. So instead of quitting after my first season all excited that I have worked in India’s top event with world’s best fashion/event agency, I got more engaged with the Genesis ways. From Shikha’s art of LFW servicing sessions, Vandana’s Chops-Krishnan-Raja-Raizada discussions, Sheena’s immense patience to tolerate my initial writing skills, Archana’s obsession for GBM templates, Angela-Praj-Jhanvi managing my hyper activeness to the current superhot (ouch!) F&L team bonding over F's – I mean Fashion,Food and FB ….I have loved every moment of being a part of the GBM family. After brushing (Pepsodent), bathing(LUX), washing clothes(Wheel) to cleaning kitchens(CIF) and killing germs (DOMEX) with Lets Design(CCI), The Game(Pepsi)…my GBM experience calendar looks very attractive! Just to share a secret, I still don’t understand fashion /fashionistas or all in any particular LSM.
What made my challenging workplans, WIPs and CER’s run smoother were the morning greetings, warm hugs, broad smiles, stupid jokes, encouraging compliments and shoulder massages (u read it right) I received from my colleagues; some of whom I can proudly say will be in on my speed dial for years to come. Not to forget a special mention to all the partners in crime to gorge at Mumbai’s indigenous FNB joints J
Like it or not, this is not a goodbye…the world is small, life is full of surprises and there is hope to meet again and make a difference….this is Payal, PD, Pa, Payol, Dass (however you identify me) going on hibernation for the time being!
God Bless
Alive always
a slight breeze and the flower fell from the tree....whose fault was it?!...the wind cause it blew or the stem that could not hold it or was it gravity that pulled....destined to lie on the street, it got trampled and dried....but the best part was it didn't stop spreading its fragrance.....and as the saying goes fragrance is remembrance...so its still lives....every time you pass that street, you remember its fragrance...it lives in ur thoughts, in your memories
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