Unloading my think tank...

I went to the mall to do some urgent shopping. As I stood in line to get my stuff billed, there it was, on the 2 wide screen LCD TVs, one of my favorite movies** being played - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. It made my day! More than shopping I enjoyed the movie! And why wouldn't I? J K Rowling (who, by the way was advised by a teacher when in school to not write fantasy stories, because they don't sell. I'm glad she didn't take the teacher's advice) has this wonderful, un-surpassable ability to, I daresay, apparate or transfer you via Floo Powder network, to the world of wizards and witches and magic and Quidditch. So much so that, at times I really hate that I'm Muggle-born. What wouldn't I give to fly on a broom, use the time-turner, get my injuries mended in a day, store memories in a penseive, transfigure a desk into a frog, brew love potions, produce a stunning, silvery Patronus, and know and associate with Professor Dumbledore, use the Maurauder's Map, drink butterbeer, perform hexes, punch Malfoy in the nose - I can go on and on!

And there's no stopping me!

My favorite character is... oh there are so many! I love Snape, Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Fred and George, Sirius Black, Hermione, Hagrid, Luna, Tonks (the way she says "Wotcher" is adorable!). In fact, all characters are very well thgouth of and have such definitive aspect. Its remarkable, really.

Now that I'm thinking more about it as I'm writing this, it makes me feel miserable that I'm stuck in this stupid, life-sucking place called office, working for people I don't care (yea you heard me!), whereas I very well could've been an Auror or a skilled Potions master (ahem). The subjects taught at the school seem so real... DADA, Potions, History of Magic, Divinations, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures... And whats amazing is that the books make you badly want to be one of them, and experience all of that. It makes you believe there indeed is a wizarding world, which the wizards are trying hard to conceal from the non-wizarding community. It makes you believe there's Azkaban with the Dementors guiding it, here indeed is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And the concept of Animagus! I'd love to be a unicorn or phoenix....

The books make you feel one with each character (except of course, the whole troop of Death Eaters (Bellatrix especially), Voldemort and Professor Trelawney). The books teach you friendship, being loyal, admitting your mistakes (Snape), loving beyond hope and death (Snape again), being brave and not letting doom get to you (Black), to inherently see good in the baddest of people (Professor Dumbledore), giving a chance to those who erred (Harry to Peter Pettigrew in book 3), and being calm, polite and pleasant to all (Professor Dumbledore again).


Oh I'm totally obsessed with the books; I keep re-reading the 7 books over and over again, and each time it makes me feel more close to each of the characters and plants a hope in me that there indeed is a platform 9 3/4ths at the King's Cross station, and that one day I'll shop at Diagon Alley for a 11-inch holly and phoenix feather wand....

Yesterday I finished my work early and left for home. I planned to watch Ratatouille last evening, but it didn't work out (no tickets available). I was blue, I was so looking forward to catch an animation movie, that too from Steve Job's co. But, everything happens for a reason, I thought since I'll be leaving early why not go to the tailor and put myself through the torture of getting my dresses back.

I went home, took bath (for 2nd time in the day in case you think I didn't in the morning) and headed straight to the boutique. She gave me my dresses, saying it was altered and would now fit me well. About time, I said to myself (I was supposed to get them on 1st). Alas, how wrong was she! And I! Each of the 4 were horribly stitched. To make a long story short, after 3 hours of no-its-so-tight-that-I-can't-take-it-over-my-chest-when-I'm-trying-to-take-the-dress-off and no-this-is-still-tight-I-can't-breathe (why would she want to kill me????), I half-heartedly agreed and took my dresses, after over-paying her (class A bitch that she is).

What took me by surprise that I was really angry at one point with her, and her tailor. She has employed 4 tailors and they do the job. Mine was done by a new joinee. Horrible. I felt so much anger, that I could hear me telling the angry-me, calm down its just a piece of cloth, its just a new dress, nothing to get so worked up about. And when she overcharged me I felt even more anger. C'mon she should've compensated ME because of the delay and trips to her boutique and innumerable trials in the trial room! After I went back home, I felt that I shouldn't have been so mad. Though I didn't yell at her or anything, I wasn't even aggressive (by words), but the feeling inside - was terrible. My heart was racing (thats bad in a way), I was breathing heavily, and my insides were doing somersaults. I hated feeling that way. After I came home, I guess the feeling was still within me, so I got irritated at my mom (I tried to control!) and slept without brushing my teeth or putting eyedrops. In other words, I caused more harm to myself with such unreaosnable behaviour. The tailor got away with more cash, my mom and I made up before I hung up, only I didn't brush or take care of my eyes.

Yes, I learnt my lesson. Anger is such an emotion, its one thing that comes to you unvited (though you will have invited it subconciously but won't acknowledge/admit - like you'll blame someone else for your anger most of the times) and stays on till you get rid of it. Believe me, which is hard. Especially with the stress you face, and also simple questions when you are angry will add fuel to the fire. Its so bad I wonder why its so hard to control it, to not feel it.

I have a challenge for all reading this, and me - try not to be angry at anyone for a whole day. I'll come back end of the day today (or tomorrow) and write how I fared.

Things are happening so fast and so rapidly that I hardly have the time to take it all in. Its all around and its overwhelming, and mentally exhausting. No time to stop and smell the roses, or wake up and smell the coffee... its get up at 6.30 AM, cook breakfast, eat, pack lunchbox, rush to office amidst traffic, cuss the elevator for not moving fast enough (cuz its the elevator's fault I got late to office), start work and be so immersed in it that your lunch buddies pound you with their lunch box and cell phones cuz you are 20 mins late for lunch, get back and bury yourself in work, apologize to friend for not being able to accompany her for snacks, continue work, come home really really late at night.

Phew.

It all started 2 weeks back, when I was horribly behind schedule on my task, and I realised I *have to* get it done no matter what, asap. I will.

I still haven't found the time to pay fees for the German classes, which might start on Sept 24th.
The chair in bedroom is a mountain of clothes.
My nails have half-gone-half-there nail polish; looks bad.
I gotta go to tailor #1 and get my salwar kameezes.
I gotta go to tailor #2 and get my salwar kameez, shirt.
I gotta go back to tailor #1 and give 2 new salwar kameezes for stitching.
I gotta clean the toilet.
I gotta ask about unlimited Internet and ISD activation.
I gotta take appointment to see my eye doctor.
I gotta watch Ratatouille.
I gotta update my blog about the hockey matches and my celebrity-status *ahem* *AHEMMMMM*

All these pending. But the most imp thing of all, wake up early, cook breakfast, eat, pack lunchbox, rush to... you get the drift.


#$%&*#@$%^&^&##*!

India won the Asia Cup by a thrilling 7-2 victory!

The match was one sided to be frank, and our men were on a roll! Sorry Korea.

I came LIVE on TV!

I came LIVE on TV!

Yes, I came LIVE on TV TWICE!!!

I got interviewed by NDTV India and NDTV 24x7! (Thats how I was LIVE on TV!!)

Prabhjot Singh, the highest goal scorer, and one of the best players in the Indian team, gave me a HUGE flower bouquet!

I high-fived almost every team member after the match!

My picket was eye-catching, so much so that I had swarm of reporters taking my shot (dunno if any of that made the TV though... )

My picket also got some very imp people come up to me and talk to me!

I CAME LIVE ON NDTV CHENNELS!!

Ah, great weekend...

Just some random pic I found in my collection (clicked by me, of course). Reminds me of myself - there are times when I open up and pour my heart out, and there are times when I withdraw into my cocoon like a touch-me-not.

Oh well.......