On Tom, Dick and Harry!

It definitely won’t be true if I say I have a lethal magnetic field of attracting losers while dating. I mean, it sounds “kewl” to say that, but ehhh..I am going to be honest here, at least. I have had some really wonderful men in my life, that doesn’t mean I had some ummm…” not so big catches too”!

Number one, the metro sexual, cool dude, advertising professional who had a brand fetish. But apart from these “not so bright attributes” he was a clean, simple, caring guy. That I was with him for four years ( That’s a longggggggggg time!) earns for him a trophy for patience and tolerance.

Number two, the impossibly hot (or so I thought at that time! gee..) tall, dark, firang dude. Vehicles and cricket/ his world ends there. But on the flip side, he had that rare gene, which brings out the mother in you, even if you are Rakhi Sawant.

Number three, salt pepper hair, no non sense types, some one straight from the rock ‘n roll era (Now I wonder what you are…???) But believe me, he was my biggest leveler. Thank you, I will always remain indebted for the music and madness.

Number four…my life would be so incomplete without you. Just wanted to tell you, you are one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received..

Ahhh, charmer boy! Were you ever my boyfriend? Though, I can never forget the crackling chemistry between us. When you grow up, you are going to break your heart because of your vanity and ego. Anyways, thank you for the smoldering moments, and for making me understand where my heart truly is…


And then there is my captain, Lord of the heart, Prince of warrior kingdom, Empire of my fickle heart…my pirate, my hippie love, my music and madness. VT, With you life is beautiful and love is forever…

Sunshine of your love

That's the song of the moment. God of six strings playing and I have a headache. I love listening to songs that blasts the little remnants of what I call my brain, when I have headache. It leaves me with dash eyes ( is there a better term, I mean like dash as in _ eyes, when your squirt your eyes to the extent when you can squirt no more) and most of the times the music takes care of the headache, giving me a headache more intense than the existing one. Between I was reading an article, where have all the rockers gone? Actually where have they gone? A good many are dead, the rest like prodigal sons returned to their flock. How boring is that, we need such entertainers, don't we? I wish someone could turn the wheels of time and eject me into the 60s. I  swear I would work my ass off ( I am a good girl, who doesn't believe in bedding to get me concert tickets)  to see LZD and The Doors. I would totally wear flowers in my hair, even when not going to San Francisco. I would be like a clerk in an office in the mornings and live a dubious night life at Sunset Strip. I would love going to Whiskey a go go...jeez how's that for inspiration. Someday....There's no fun in going now to SS. The music is long gone, the pubs of yesteryear thrive more on their legacy. Like TA and I were discussing do we have a  a band worth worshiping today? A band's music for whom you would lay your life for? An artist for whom you would take a bullet? Hell no! Someone came to my desk and disrupted my train of thought. I like that expression, train of thought, makes me feel very swell