...yet again.

“I will write. I promise.” He said as the train started pulling out of the station.

She kept looking into his eyes holding back her tears.

“I love you!” he said and winked, casting a spell on her.

She skipped a heartbeat...yet again.

The Real Taste Of Life!

More than a decade ago, Zee TV used to play this ad at 8 pm during the weekdays. I was in class 9 then and I used to make sure I would be in front of the TV at that time to see this ad.
This has been one of my all time favorite ads. I like everything about it. It is so full of life. The jingle is catchy, video true to life. And the chocolate…ummmmmmm…it’s a piece of heaven. I love the way my teeth sink into it. The ad and the chocolate make me happy. Very happy. No matter how many varieties of chocolates I eat, nothing makes me as happy as a piece of Cadbury Dairy Milk.
Yummmmmmmmmm…..Asli swaad zindagi ka!

Am having a piece of it right now while uploading the video. Can you imagine how happy I am at this very moment :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MhY7RMzVnU

Not Just A Name

(Written for “You’ve Been TAGGED!" )

I went through a phase, as a kid, when I wished my name was anything but Rachana. I remember once, as a little kid, saying to my dad, ‘It is a stupid name. I don’t know anybody with that name. Others don’t have it ‘coz it is not nice.’ He simply said, ‘Come and tell me this again a couple of years later and I will change it.’ He was so confident that I was going to grow up to like, appreciate and love my name. My paternal grandfather was a writer. He used to write articles, short stories and poems. That is why my dad named me Rachana.

Rachana in Sanskrit means ‘creation/literature.’ At a later age I used to get very excited to hear people on the radio say ‘rachana’ before playing every song (meaning lyrics by so and so). My family calls me Rachu and friends gave me various versions like Raach, Rac, Raccha and Channa. My name for any kind or form of correspondence was, is and will always be Rachana. And I like the feel of Vinay(my husband’s name) and the sound of Radhakrishnan( his last name) next to it. Hence Rachana Vinay Radhakrishnan. Its more than just a name. It reminds me of what I carry along as I go. It's my identity.

I believe that the name is a very important part of a person. It can affect the personality of the person to a large extent. A name is more than just a word or words by which someone or something is known. They make an impression the moment you introduce yourself, and, first impressions count. I want to give my kid(s) beautiful names (when I have them). I personally like them simple and short names.

Ps: I haven’t met another ‘Rachana’ till date.

Just A Dream Away!

Every time I see him, I skip a heartbeat. I feel butterflies in my stomach every time I anxiously wait to watch him. When I hear his voice, the world around me comes to a halt. I cant hear my own heartbeat. He smiles and I go weak in my knees. Even while he is talking to others around him, he has my attention. I start feeling coy, mushy and like a teenager in love. The sheer sight of him makes me realize how much a woman I am. And my hormones play havoc just by thinking about him. And just when he looks right into my eyes (like in my screensaver now) my heart starts beating so fast I think I’m going to die.

Apart from being breath-takingly handsome and outrageous sexy he is genuinely talented, tastefully rich and extremely famous. That I guess makes him even more desirable.

Yeah people, George Clooney that is. No man has ever had that kind of an effect on me. Different men different effects at different times…yeah. But one man all this at the same time. No way!

I never quite follow his movies the first time coz I pay no attention to the story line. All I see is only him…his smile, his eyes, his walk... I love his interviews. His quick wit, sensitivity, his charisma, aura and style leave me wanting more.

George Clooney (ahhhhhh…I take his name and I skip a heartbeat) did propose to me once. Ofcourse in my dream. If he did that for real I wouldn’t be sitting here writing this. He said “I am tired of being just friends with you. You know I love you (and flashed that killer smile at me and said) lets get married.” I almost had a heart attack in my dream.

You know the funny part? I had this dream on my first wedding anniversary. In the morning, even before getting out of bed I told my husband about the dream and he asked me if I slept long enough to get married. I told him we didn’t get married but I had suggested something. I said, “Look George, I love you too. You are the only person I want to be with. Ever. But, I am not sure I want to marry you.”

Every time I see his picture I think, ‘George, you’re just a dream away!’

Weird to be tagged

I read about this “weird game” on Seher's blog. Its funny and interesting. And I would do anything that’s fun, atleast once.

Rules : The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names.)

1. I am a cleanliness freak. But don’t care a damn about eating roadside food like pani poori, pav bhaji etc.

2. I never cut my nails real short. I maintain them and make sure they look neat and pretty but when of them breaks, I don’t cut the rest to make them the same length. The reason is what is weird: If I cut them short I start biting them. I did that a couple of times and managed to make my fingers look real ugly.

3. My mood swings. One moment I will make you have the laugh of your life and the next moment I can go into my shell making you wonder if you upset me by laughing. I have been working on this and am making quite a progress. Getting from weird to better.

4. When I am angry/frustrated/pissed off, I start cleaning. I start scrubbing the kitchen floor, vacuuming an already clean room, change bed sheets. I am a freak when it comes to neatness but when I am pissed off I am weird freak.

5. Sometimes my responses to what my husband says are really bizarre. My responses have nothing to do with what he says. Not even the same topic. Example: He says ‘Deepika looks hot in this video.’ And I say ‘when did you speak to him?’ or “I had a dream last night’ and I say ‘yeah, rice and sambar.’

6. I cry at weddings on screen. Even a lousy bad movie makes me cry if it has wedding scene in it. I get all mushy and sentimental and all that with anything that has to do with weddings. Before I got married I don’t remember crying at such scenes. I didn’t cry at my own wedding.

Tagging just 6 people is being unfair to the others. Everybody is weird in some way to or the other. So just join the game and make your list and post them.

An Article and A Poem

Yesterday I got a lovely poem as a forward about ‘What a woman should have…’ by Maya Angelous . I liked it very much and started googling for more poems by the author. That is when I found out that this piece was actually written by Pamela Redmond Satran, has been making rounds in the internet since atleast 1998.

“30 Things Every Woman Should Have…” is a very interesting article written by Pamela Redmond Satran for the Glamour Magazine. Some of you must have read it already but couldn’t resist sharing it.


In the process, I also read a couple of Maya Angelous’s poems. Some are moving, the rest beautiful. I have posted below, one of her poems:


They Went Home

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.

My praises were on all men's lips,
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
they'd spend one night, or two or three.
But...

Change? Right now?

This post is totally because of “You’ve Been TAGGED!” . If not for her thought provoking question I would have continued living thinking ‘I don’t want to change a thing in my life’. Thank God I am still evolving.

“What is that one thing that you would change in your life RIGHT NOW?”

Hmmmmm! Can I change 2 things instead? Please.

Thing One: Lose enough weight now so I don’t look chubbier than what I look now when I put on weight when I become pregnant.

I just can’t be determined enough to lose weight. I have been trying to lose weight for years now. I have given into various forms of exercises at different phases of my life. Walking, aerobics, swimming and yoga. Just when I get comfortable with bending and twisting my body I quit.

I am determined when it comes to anything else. Like, no eating chocolates for a month, not talking to that dame ever again, I am not gonna call him till he does, that is none of my business so I will keep away, I have my husband I don’t need yours…you see what I mean?

The last time I was determined to lose weight was 3 weeks ago (does that ring a bell?). It was my New Year resolution, so I religiously did yoga for 2 weeks. Even before I realized, I stopped.

Thing Two: I want to rise and shine!

“I will stay up all night, watch movies, have hot cocoa, go for a long drive and more… but please don’t wake me up for a romantic ‘let's watch the sun rise’ stuff. And honey, don’t get frisky before I have my morning cup” is what I told my husband when we decided to get married. He sooo knows it now I wasn’t kidding. And I realiz he wasn’t joking when he said ‘Sweetheart, in the night you might have to do all that watch movie with hot cocoa stuff alone.’ Within 30 mins after dinner he is in deep slumber. And he is so full of energy in the mornings.

I am so not myself in the mornings. I am cranky and become one of those people whom you wouldn’t want to recognize the night after. You put me to bed at 8 pm if u want, I still can’t wake up after 8 hours. If I have to wake up early, I rather not sleep at all. I so envy my husbands ability to sleep early and wake up early. I want to be a morning person too.

An after thought: What am I gonna do when I have a kid??? How am I gonna deal with all that potty training, giving it a bath, getting it ready for school, breakfast, lunch box and all that. OMG!!! What if I have twins the second time???

Is there some ‘am not a morning person but am a mother’ kinda help group I could join some day?