The essence.

All of my closest friends, and some old readers of Musings may remember that Love Story is one of my favouritest (Yes, I know that’s not a word. But now that I’ve said it, it is.) novels of all times. It is my feel good book – the book that I can reread multiple times and the book that never disappoints me because I always, always feel the exact same way when I reach the very last line. It is the book that idealized love in the mind of a fourteen year old me, whose first brush with love was that book. It has none of the flowery language typical of romances, it has no sickening couples who suffer when their significant other gets beaten – and yet, the love story is one of the best I have ever read. It is a situation I could identify with, it is language I could identify with.

There is only one thing in the entire novel that, after I reached a certain age, I could never fully comprehend and agree with.

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry…”

Probably the most famous line from the novel, and probably the most false.

I don’t know where Erich Segal was coming from, or what he was getting at. From what little I’ve seen of love (mine and otherwise), during and after an argument, love hasn’t been about not saying sorry at all – in fact, it’s been about who says sorry first! It’s been about deep breaths and silence. It’s been about swallowing pride and admitting you’re wrong. It’s been about realizing that sometimes saying sorry may not necessarily mean you’re wrong, but that you care more about the other person than you do about being right. It’s been about thinking of all the wonderful things your significant other is, even if those very same wonderful things are what annoyed you enough to begin the argument in the first place.

But most importantly, it’s been about never ceasing to argue. Because seriously, when you think about it, that is the essence. When you think about it, that is what makes us, US. When you think about it, that is what makes us happy.

Byebye 2011, hello 2012.

So this post is about nothing really. There is nothing my amusing mind is musing that needs to be put into words. It’s just been a really, really long time since I’ve put up a post and the giggling idiot said I absolutely MUST post today. So I’m posting. Let’s just say this is a catch-up post.

2011 is drawing to a close, and I believe this year has passed by quicker than most. It feels like only yesterday that we did Secret Santa and went dress shopping and drove up to Lonavala to bring in 2011. And here we are again, dress shopping and figuring out NYE plans and presents. The year has been possibly one of the best in a really long time. Evidently, since I hadn’t even realized it had passed me by. You know what they say about good times flying by and bad times dragging on. Something like that.

What has this year entailed?

I’ve finally figured out what it is I really want to do. And it feels right somehow. I still have to give it a shot in the form of an internship or something to know FOR SURE that this is it, but for the most part it feels like it is.

I’ve been in a real long term relationship for the first time. One year and still going strong. Wowie. Now there’s something an itchy me would never have imagined possible. Itchy, as in having “the itch”. Some people have a 7 year itch; I used to have a 3 month itch. It’s gone now. I guess it was waiting for the right person.

I’ve been reading like a crazy person. For those who don’t remember, one of my resolutions was to read 24 books in the year 2011. I am currently 3-and-a-half books short of reaching that goal, and I am not happy about it. But still, I thought I wouldn’t even get halfway there. So getting to 21-and-a-half books is quite an achievement in itself. Here are some of the books I’ve read during the course of the year, in case any of you bookworms want some recommendations (I'd love some, in case you have any. Just drop them off as comments on this post!):

I’ve been swimming regularly. 10 laps every morning. Oh, the joy and the sense of fulfillment. Every time I fall into a routine of no-exercise, I forget how good it feels when I get into one. Vicious cycle, that one. So now, I just keep in mind how good it feels to start my day with a dose of exercise and it enables me to get out of bed.

The last few weeks of December are going to be so much fun, that I can’t contain my excitement. The SSU completes 40 years of existence, two dear friends tie the knot, then there’s my absolute favourite time of the year – CHWIIISTMAS! And then there’s a short stretch of travel lined up after. All in all, a brilliant end to this year and a fantastic welcome to the next!

What do I expect from 2012?

I’d like to continue with the tchah and muah moments of the wonderful relationship with the wonderful giggling idiot. Although I could do with fewer tchahs on the whole. I’m sure he could too.

I’d like the pool at the club to reopen at the earliest so I can get back to the swimming routine. These last few weeks have not been nice. I feel rusty and bleh.

I’d like to continue reading as much as I possibly can. Diaryface, the only person I know who reads Tolstoy for fun, after attending her first week of Masters in a London University mailed me saying she’s wasted her time by not reading as much as her new classmates have. I’m a big reader, but if she felt like that, I don’t know what I’ll feel like when I go anywhere and people discuss books I’ve never read, so I’m trying to prevent that situation from ever arising by reading as much as I can while I still have time.

I’d like to start and finish the internship that will give me my “a-ha!” moment. Knowing FOR SURE that what I want to do is indeed what I want to do will be the icing on the cake.

That’s all for the catch-up post really. See you on the flipside of NYE! Or who knows, maybe the amusing mind will have something to muse about and say before that even.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year, everybody!

Pottermania.

Hello. My name is Mehvash, and I am a Potter-holic.

(I feel like I should include this foreword): SPOILER ALERT! If you haven't read/watched all of the books/movies, but intend on doing so, you probably shouldn't read any further.

Over the past decade or so, Harry Potter has been a huge part of my life. I have anxiously awaited the arrival of each book, been one of the first people at Crossword on the day of the release, stayed up into the night in a bid to finish it in one sitting. I have cried and cursed Rowling when she killed off some of the best characters, I have been furious when Pettigrew escaped, overjoyed when Sirius did. I have wanted to punch the daylights out of Malfoy on more than one occasion. I have felt Harry’s fear grip me when Voldemort rose in the graveyard, I have felt absolute disgust when Nagini emerged from the decaying body of Bathilda Bagshot and I have laughed merrily along with Fred&George. I have lived the books, with every fiber of my being, with each reading.

I’ve never been a huge fan of the Harry Potter movie franchise. They are not always true to the books, and considering the geek I am, that is just blasphemy. But even then, because it is Harry Potter, I have watched them all. I have watched them and tsk-ed and tchah-ed at the parts where the creators took their liberty, I have marveled at the few scenes they included in the movie that aren’t in the book but should have been, I have laughed at Rupert Grint’s perpetual quizzical expression, and I have sighed about how pretty Emma Watson is. And slowly, I have learnt to disengage the books from the movie. Once I did that, the movies were as epic as they could be.

I pride myself on knowing all seven books like the back of my hand, having read and reread them multiple times. And I know there are many like me. There is an entire generation of people who have lived and breathed and swallowed the books. They have grown up with the boy, rooting for him. And transcending all differences, the Harry Potter franchise has touched everyone.

Today, my belief in the magic of the franchise was reinforced. I was watching the last installment, and seated next to me was a kid no older than maybe eleven. I didn’t know the kid, she happened to be another Potter-holic just like me. But we gasped together, we laughed together, we shuddered together and even reminded each other of minor details that the other couldn’t recall, and right at the end we hooted and clapped together. I still don’t know the kid, we didn’t ask each other for names, and when the lights came on we didn’t even really look at each other while exiting the movie hall.

Because in the real world, we were two very different people and part of two very different worlds.

But when the lights were out and the magic was unfolding, it didn’t matter that she was a whole decade younger than I am or that we had entered the movie hall with two completely separate groups. In the dark, we were the same, her and I. Just two Potter geeks, knowing that this was the last thing we had to look forward to in the Potter franchise for the time being, knowing that this was what it all came down to and knowing that we were both tied together in this wonderful, magical world.

Things I love: Part five.

Ok, so it only struck me five minutes ago that today is the first Monday of the month - meaning it's time for "Things I love". But I have exams in two days, so this one's going to be more of a photo blog than anything.

Chocolate

Well, who doesn't? Chocolate is my comfort food, if you can even call it that. Unhealthy snack, is more like it. But it sure does the trick every time! Whether I'm happy or sad, angry or contemplative - chocolate in pretty much any form is what I turn to. Unreasonably so, I guess. I just reviewed my expenses for the last two months, and have realised that most of my expenses under "FOOD" comprise of money spent on bars of chocolate. Oops. Heee. Anyway, here goes!


Triple chocolate sundae at Chocolate Room:




Waffles at Burger Barn:




Homemade chocolates on Valentine's day:




Supreme Alaska at Boat Club:




Smeared with chocolate on my 19th birthday:

Talking to myself.

Things seem like they’re taking a turn for the worse. Relax. Take a deep breath. Focus.
So you’ve had a fight. Big deal. Shake it off. And focus.
Count to ten. Hum your song. Remember to breathe. Why aren’t you focusing?
Eat your dinner. Watch some TV. Surf the internet. Come back and focus.
Wash your face. Drink some water. Close your eyes. Try the focusing thing again.
Go out on the terrace. Look at the moon. Sit under the stars. And, yes, focus.

You’ve got exams in two weeks. You need to focus. WILL YOU JUST FUCKING FOCUS?!

Things I love: Part four.

Rose Red



No one who knows me is surprised about this one. Rose Red is my tiny, easy-to-slip-in-my-bag and trusty camera. And she’s named so because… well, just look at her! What other name would suit her. Yes, my camera has a gender and a character and a personality and is the most beautiful piece of equipment I have ever owned. She was named so by Diaryface, one of the first things that we ever spoke about.

Rose was the first piece of technology to be gifted to me, and she was just perfect. A Canon iXus (the specifications picked out by the giggling idiot, whose opinion in cameras and such are most reliable), I was only silently hoping for her to be red. Supposed to be a gift from my cousin, I didn’t really feel like being demanding and insisting the camera be red. But when my cousin finally placed Rose in my hand on the 8th of December, 2009 – she was red in all her glory! And I was smitten. I knew she was a girl and I knew she had to be named – something I didn’t really do. I began naming my belongings only after I got my scooter, and there was no stopping me after that! This is the first photograph I ever took with Rose:



It's really annoying when people attempt to take arty-farty shots with her and say "I need a better camera to be able to capture that." Well, go get your own then! Because my Rose was “not bought for the love of photography, she was bought for the love of photographs.” That’s something Ravi said recently, and I thought it was so apt. I’m sure Rose has a lot of settings that can be explored and she can be put to good use for photography, but that is not why I love her so. I love her because she captures moments in life that need to be captured. And sometimes, she captures moments that don’t really need to be captured either. And I can look at these when I miss those moments or the people in those moments.

Since she’s so light and easy to carry, she rarely ever leaves my side – a fact many of my friends can vouch for. They all have varied reactions to the pretty little thing – they either hate that she’s around so much, or love it! Rose has been with me in a foreign land, with people I hadn’t met before and haven’t met since and she’s been with me in familiar land with familiar people. Either way, she’s been around for over a year.

This is the latest photograph I’ve taken with Rose:



It's almost as if by whipping her out of my bag, I expect time to not pass me by! She's just so handy and there was little or no doubt that she wouldn't feature on this segment!

When looking forward to a Sunday is more than merely justified!

I have had an exceptionally good weekend, the kind that definitely deserves a mention. More than just a mention, even! It deserves a blow-by-blow account of the hows and the whens and the wheres and the whys.

The goodness of the weekend started out with a random Saturday afternoon conversation about music with my sister-in-law. In the course of that conversation, which barely lasted an hour, I was already introduced to THREE new artists that I cannot wait to hear more of. When that conversation was over, it was time for me to put on a smile and my best “Hello, how are you today?” performance to do my job.

Now through my job, especially over the weekends, I meet a variety of people from all walks of life. I’ve met National award winning artists that are more humble than you would expect, I’ve met page 3 socialites to whom I have nothing to say except a courteous hello, and I’ve even met a wonderfully free spirited couple with whom I talked at length about morality and what it entails. But nothing, NOTHING could prepare me for Saturday evening.

I am not a fan of that genre of music that people call psy. Or trance. Or whatever they call it. I have no knowledge about it. Zilch. Nada. I don’t even know if psy and trance is the same thing. It honestly all sounds the same to me. But, I have friends who absolutely adore that genre – worship it even. Abu, being possibly the biggest fan I know. Abu celebrated his 21st birthday two weeks ago, and during discussions with the others about what to get him, we had vaguely mentioned “Wouldn’t it be cool if we could get Ma Faiza to autograph something for him?” and that was the end of that idea. M did try and take it one step ahead by writing to her, but that didn’t work out and THAT was definitely the end of that idea.

But then, fate and destiny are funny things. They work in mysterious ways and do mysterious things. You know what Paulo Coelho said? “When you want something, the whole Universe conspires to help you realise your desire.” Whether it was our desire of gifting a Ma Faiza something or Abu’s desire of owning a Ma Faiza something, no one knows. But either way, Saturday evening (and the rest of the weekend) the Universe conspired to help us realize our desire.

She walked in to my office, as part of the guest list for the exhibition we were holding in there, nonchalantly. And I would never have approached her, if it hadn’t been for Abu. I had nothing in common with her, nothing to say to her about her music, nothing to say about anything that made her famous, because quite honestly, I only know who she is because of my friends. But seeing her walking in through the doors, so soon after we had discussed the coolness of the possibility of getting her to autograph something, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I KNEW I HAD TO GET SOMETHING OF HERS FOR ABU. I had NOTHING on me, except tissue paper and my office notepad – I had nothing that even remotely suggested music, for her to sign on. But it didn’t matter. Either way, I knew I wasn’t letting her walk out of there without her autograph. It meant too much to Abu, even though he wouldn’t ever find out about her presence there if I didn’t tell him.

But that would be cruel, and I would never do that. So I called M and the giggling idiot and told them about her being there. M immediately told the pink boy to come over to my office with a blank CD and a permanent marker.

In the meantime: I spoke to her, told her all about exactly how big a fan of hers Abu is and asked her if she would PLEASE sign something for him. And she was superbly gracious about it. Not only was she superbly gracious about it, she went a step ahead! She told me to tell the pink boy to relax and gave me her personal contact details and said she would go home that evening and burn him her music, autograph the CD and I could come and pick it up the next day. GOD BLESS HER! I thought I was going to collapse out of sheer joy. It wasn’t because I was in the presence of a celebrity, it wasn’t because I was conscious of myself – it was because I could imagine Abu’s face when we’d hand it over to him.

That wasn’t the end of destiny’s role in the whole thing. As I was talking to her, she revealed that she was in the city for only a day and come Monday morning she was off for a month long work trip to somewhere in Europe. It was destiny that we met at just the right time, on Saturday – when she had enough time before leaving to burn the CD and do all that she did. So I merrily left her presence, with a promise of a phone call by noon the next day. And the hope that I could bring Abu with me to pick up the CD, so he could meet her himself!

Sunday morning: I waited, and I waited. She hadn’t called by 12:30pm! But around quarter to one, my phone rang with her calling to say the CD was ready and I could pick them up whenever I wanted, but that she wouldn’t be able to meet him because she had a whole bunch of things to do before she left the next day. That dampened our spirits a little bit, but it was still alright! M, the giggling idiot and I decided to go pick up the CD after lunch, because it didn’t matter what time we went, since we weren’t meeting her after all.

Again, not the end of destiny’s role. So sneaky, I must say. We went to a restaurant we’ve been meaning to try out for a while, but they had a one hour waiting for a table. So we figured we’d con Abu into coming with us to pick up the CD. God bless Blue Lagoon for that one hour waiting! If it hadn’t had that waiting, we’d never have gone to Ma Faiza’s house to pick up the CD at the time that we did. And we’d never have caught her, on her way out.

Destiny man, it’s all destiny. He met her, he spoke to her, and he accepted the autographed CDs (she made him TWO!) with trembling hands – all with the most incredulous look on his face. I don’t think it struck him that he’d actually met her until we’d left her place. And she was just really sweet! I really cannot describe her in any other way. Everything about her and the way she spoke and what she did for Abu was sweet. I may not be a fan of her music, but of her I am definitely a fan.

And as someone who orchestrated this meeting, I feel absolutely ecstatic! Just seeing the look on Abu’s face during and after the meeting, made my day. My heart did some sort of warm melting thing, just to have him smiling like that. It was awesome! And it didn’t cost us a single thing, but it was worth SO much! All in less than a day.

YAY. All weekends should be as awesome and serendipitous as this one! Or maybe not. That would probably take away the charm of having a one-off awesome and serendipitous weekend!