Grish's blog

I typed that message a couple of nights ago while I was busy writing a press release. Now, I know I normally don’t write about my work here but I think it’s about time that I share the details of my job and the misadventures that come along with it. I work in media house. Back in college, I never thought that I would work with a big-ass networks. I started as an intern while I was still in college hence; I was immediately absorbed when I moved to their new company. Because its show business and I deal with artists and talents and celebrities people assume that it’s a glamorous job. Far from it! In fact, it’s so totally unglamorous, I sometimes feel like I do more manual labor than farmers. It’s not a 9-5 job and though we have flexi time (sometimes I go to the office at 1pm and leave at 5 lol), I spend about 8-9 hours a day at work when I have projects. And unlike many desk jobs, too, where you leave your work behind once you step out of the office door, I often go home and do half of

I'm waxed, plucked to perfection. I'm just about to head out to the salon. I have a beautiful saree hanging in my mums cupboard with perhaps the nicest pair of shoes EVER to wear I have all the nicest accessories and was up to late last night. I have painted my nails - feet and hands. ALL FOR MY BEBE's WEDDING :-) She stood there, Voice breaking, and his soul showing. Both of them so nervous and beautiful. It was a huge gathering, All of the people there loved them both, so much. The ceremony was short, sweet. The reception was small and intimate. When the newlyweds got ready to leave, shaking hands, hugging and kissing each of us goodbye. i sat down for lunch sitting nest to her parents i was happy but tears rolled down my cheeks cause she was going miles away from me When she stood in front of me, I told her, “You just got married and i cant beielve it” She looked back at me and smiled I hugged her tighter and tried not to think "She'll be back this summer"

Today is strange and lovely. Strange because I feel overwhelmed by all these emotions I can't explain and just want to express and also rains in NOVEMBER. Lovely because it's lovely to feel so much and just be able to smile regardless of what's going on and the weather being so so so BEAUTIFUL. I want to laugh until my sides ache, I want to run to the highest mountain and yell "I am soooo happy" until my voice is gone. I have no idea, how or why I woke up and feeling this way and I know it doesn't really matter. I just know that I want to hold on to this feeling forever. I wish I can break it into pieces and give it away to everyone who needs it or wants it. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or even mere seconds from now. I just know that I have this inexplicable desire to just be. To see the best in everything. To not allow the dark side of my ego and pride to cloud what is right in front of me. To not worry about what may or may not be and just lov

Finally after a month i am blogging shogging:) feels so good! I keep asking myself why sometimes it takes me so long to write. I make excuses, such as I have been busy, nothing exciting has really happened. Then I dig in and ask myself why am I really not writing? I believe sometimes more often that not, I create a numbness into my life. It's as if I try to shut off my desire to want to feel so much. It ends up being very unsuccessful. You see, I thrive on excitement, I long to feel alive. I think it's something that we all long to feel, it's in many ways what the purpose of living really is. Some people rely on being able to feel a sense of security. I have learned at times it helps to feel this, but deep down I know that there is not anything that is ever really secure. So why fight to feel something that at the end of the day is not really guaranteed. I don't want to feel numb; I don't want to think this is it. I know there is more. I want more and yet I make m

Did you see the clouds today? Grey in the sunniest of days it released the tears of angels that it was holding, sharing life through out the land. I sat by my window and watched, as birds flew high beyond the grey. In a single moment they returned again bringing sunshine of loving days. As clouds of the purest white gathered slowly. The rains that blessed the land touched the sun for beginnings new. The sounds of tuneful birds singing love above the leafs. Sitting back I closed my eyes thinking, Isn't nature just a beautiful site Unexpected RAINS. Full of love and unexpected dreams.

He is just not that into you. Gigi: A girl will never forget the first boy she ever likes Gigi: We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you Mary: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. Mary: It's exhausting Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones w

Water washed away all that I feel today. Drowned in my own mind. Falling down in time. taking time to see. All there was in me. All there will ever be. I wish I could be more than what I could give to myself I wish I knew of all the ways to make this go away today. Tears come in three forms did you know? Gotta let go, gotta go see, gotta let be what will be. never knowing what I'll never know and all that there is to know is not for you and me. It Takes More Than One Life to learn it all and take each fall with every step down the hall tell me now what you see, when you see me. Cause I don't see, what you see in this mess of me here tonight.

This may seem silly, but sometimes I wonder what my life would look like as a movie. I imagine an invisible third person viewing my everyday actions, following me around and silently observing me. On some levels, I wonder if this might be selfish or self-obsessive, but I honestly really just think I’m overly imaginative. No worries, though; I’m not coming up with my own theme music, or anything like that. The scenes now are quiet ones, and have been especially so during these last few days. Skipping in and out of my life, the scenes show me doing things like singing in the shower, taking out the trash, and unloading the washing machine. make myself coffee, and go to work. In the evenings, I have friends over for dinner, or eat on my own. I wash the windows and do my laundry. At night, I watch dramatic, older movies on the couch.. The scenes show me talking on the telephone with my mother, or going out with friends. My life is unremarkable right now. Blissfully simple. I am co

Dear Heart, I must confess: I thought it would be easy, writing a letter to you. I'm a romantic. I think about you all the time. Yet here I sit, Stuck. By your range of emotion. I soon learned that the lowest lows cause the highest highs. By your faith. In the kindness of others, in the existence of love. Together, we hold to our belief that we will find what we seek. I couldn't live this life without you, Heart. And I guess that's what this letter should really be about: The number of times I've wondered if I could. The number of times I've imagined a light switch on my heart, and almost wished I could switch it to "off." If only I didn't long for love, for connection. If only I could be a machine. No loneliness. No pain. If only I could be even more of a work horse. Never stopping for a date. Never desiring to share my life with another. Never needing to spend the time that that necessarily calls for. If only that entire aspect of my life would just

I miss my daddy. We live in the same house in the same city. I see him every day, we share a meal together but I miss him terribly. Like I mentioned before I hate growing up. Daddy is what we call him. My father never let us calls him anything but that. For the longest time, my daddy was my hero, my Superman. Still is. He’ll probably scoff if he read this but its true. My daddy still holds strong to that one childhood fantasy. He has never let me down in any way. At the grand old age of 24, I’m still sent back to my room to “wear something that covers you up” and still told to eat my vegetables. Last month I bumped my head on the corner of the table while bending down to fetch something When I came back home that evening, he has taped the corner.. He is a fine man and a brave one. He works with a pharma company and to my child eyes that was the only way to be. He has polio in one leg but HIS CONFIDENCE; ATTITUDE can put any normal man to shame. I remember him taking me to the pool at t

Worli Sea face in the monsoon Chai and samosas for tea Paani puri anywhere anytime Thick woolen socks on a winter evening Filter coffee and Dosa from Mani’s Beaches Talking to my grand parents A full nights sleep Secrets My mother’s humming of classical tunes. Windy evenings Winter mornings Museums and Art galleries Movie halls and theatres Music and long walks Sound of Music Movies Comfortable shoes A baby laughing Late night movies Comfortable silences A hard days work My sister and cousins trying to irritate me The first few days of being in crush Long night drives Respectful Silences Impromptu plans Horror movies with close friends Letters Freshly cut hair Pedicures A fireplace, a book and hot chocolate Dimples New bottles of perfume. Unexpected phone calls. Good days at work Post It nosts in different colours Stationary Photographs Camera Working to music in the late evenings Stories Animated Movies'

It will rain and clean the air The tears fall and clear my head. The sun shines brightly with the warmth of a new day. There is new hope in my heart as the sun came up. I have placed my trust in the One who holds my future. The seasons of life come and bring change And the trials of life come and cause us to change. I will stop and smell the flowers and wait for the trial to be over with. I will be at peace and let the rain clear my head

On Friday night, I was on my way back from office to my grand pa’s house. When I left , I was a little upset. I cried happy, grateful tears; it was normal and functional for one evening, and it was lovely. I am so appreciative of my younger sister and cousins, who make my life so happy. They are such wonderful distractions I love being their sister. They have made my life so much better, and I can’t imagine my life without them. When I go to my gradnpa’s house, and they yell my name when I walk in the door because they’re so excited to see me… it’s just the neatest feeling. To be loved and wanted just because, and for no other reason than the fact that I am their sister… to have everything I do be good enough… it’s amazing. I love that they want to spend time with me. I love that they want to tell me things. To listen to tommy drone on and on… and on… about whatever happens to have just finished studying, or whatever stupid, is fabulous because I know they’re telling me about t

"I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it." "Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours." "I wouldn't mind being married to you...would you mind being married to me?? ( Big to Carrie) "Don't give me a diamond, just give me a big closet" (Carrie to Big) "Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous." "When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart.

1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you walk, smile. It is the ultimate anti-depressant. 2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Buy a lock if you have to. 3. When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement, “My purpose is to __________ today.” 4. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that Is manufactured in plants. 5. Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan Salmon, broccoli , almonds & walnuts. 6. Try to make at least three people smile each day. 7. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip, energy vampires, issues Of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead Invest your energy in the positive present moment. 8. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a College kid with a maxed out charge card. 9. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good. 10. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. 11. Don’t take yourself so serio

A friend sent this to me, and I thought it was wonderful: 1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. 2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the football before helping around the house. 3. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It! 4. A Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer quickly to No 9 for the meaning of nothing.) 5. That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. 6. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I w

We like things to remain the same. Constant. Stagnant. It gives us a false sense of illusion that all is safe. Everything in our control. It creates a false sense of security. Constant is also a choice we make in our life, just as similar as making a choice for CHANGE. Why do people confuse honesty with weakness? Sometimes its not the light that we want to recover, its the certainty that there is only darkness. Why do we live our lives guided by fear of losing. Fear of losing people, wealth, fortune. Our every act is an act to protect us from that fear? And we expand this fear to the ones we love. All our relations are lived to protect it from losing it, rather for cherishing it. Is FEAR the way to live life?

There's something magical about blog entries>> We type down thoughts, deeply personal things about topics and ideas and circumstances we care about Somehow, we don't mind if everybody read about them Because, sometimes, there are ideas that we just have to share. Like theoretical questions We just "talk" in written form It's thinking aloud In a room full of strangers :) :)

“Talking to you was like watching a romantic-comedy movie.” Believe it or not, somebody actually told me that. Just in case you don’t know yet, I’m a sucker for romantic-comedy flicks. I mean, deep, thought-provoking films .I have a thing for unanswered love stories. I give you a list of my favourite quotes from some of my fave movies because I’m a pathetic loser like that. “If you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just… passes you by.” - My Best Friend’s Wedding This is one of my all-time favorites! I have seen this movie about 10 times already and cried every single time. When I was younger, I thought this quote meant that you shouldn’t be afraid to tell that person that you love him/her because 1) you never know if he/she feels the same way for you or 2) it might be too late already. Recently, however, I realized this meant that when you feel that thing in your heart, don’t keep it in. Eventually it might wear off and it won’t mean the s

When I was in 8th / 9th standard, I started to keep a diary where I wrote down all my thoughts and secrets. From my frustrations with the exam results, to my friend’s secret story , to my own version of chicken soup for the soul, It would’ve been nice if I can read again what I wrote then and maybe tap into my old self. Unfortunately, however, I’m an idiot who misplaced that diary. Much thanks to the internet, I can now keep a diary and read it anytime, anywhere. And so, I’ve decided to write a letter, addressed to my self ten years from now. By then, I’d be 34, and maybe, just maybe… I’d still be very happy. Dear 34 y/o Grishma, How are you? I honestly hope and pray that you’re doing well and that things have turned out the way you planned them to. Have you seen the world yet? I know you have always wanted to do that, to get out of this place, not to run away from it all but to experience the world as it was made to be. By now, I’d assume you’ve been to Japan, Australia and America al

Dear Sun Uncle, it’s summer time again. If I were much younger, I might even show a little hint of excitement about it. But I’m not a kid anymore and I don’t welcome the summer with a retarded smile and a “yipppiieee!” like I used to when I was 10. To begin with, I’m working now so I don’t really get a “summer vacation”. I once brought up the idea to my boss and he basically asked me to ‘leave his office before he smacks my face’. And I commute going to work. Damn! let’s not even go there. I’d leave the house all fresh and perky and 5 minutes later, I’d be sweating like a leaking tap! The Bombay heat is getting plain unbearable! If it was a person, I would’ve long kicked it in the righ place and poked its eyes out. Please try and be a little kind on us ( now that i have made you my uncle ) .

There are days when we wish to get back to routines we had in childhood. Like what my sister said, she wanted to go back to those days wherein we'd get home from school and aside from worrying about homework, the first thing we'd do upon getting home from was to sit in front of the TV, eat maggi with cheese and watch cartoons, usually tom and jerry. The feeling, the sense of security given by the consistency of the routine. And sometimes, when you do get the opportunity to do again what you enjoyed in childhood, you realize, it's nostalgic and fun, but you're just not the same person anymore. The memory will always be there and cherished but you can't live life re-living your yesterdays. People grow up and out of childhood. We soon become too big to fit into former perspective of ourselves. But it's a part of us we have to accept and come to terms with. Really, because of that discussion with a close one, I felt more at ease. More able, well capable of letting

I always wanted to write about something.I am not a born writer in as much as I do aspire to become one. If you ask me to write a release or a document i am so stuck :P. I just love to write stuff that comes in line with my way of thinking. its a way of expressing my thoughts to a topic that interests me. Such passion to write has driven me to come up with blog write-ups that blossomed like a year ago. i am still writing blogs cos I owed everything to the feedback that i get. thanks so much .it matters a lot .I hope I'd be able to update this from time to time. :)

After finishing work, I headed to board a bus at the opposite bus stand. Didn't bother to take note of the bus number till I get near to the door step, then I realised that I was queuing for bus 165. I decided to take a longer route home and that is to stop by the bus stop near his house. Didn't know I will get glum until I alighted at his bus stop, facing his block. Flashes of memory like snapshots of photograph skip through my head. I had a sudden wistful thought that if he could appear somewhere near for me to see whether he has fend himself well. Past conversations with him at the bus-stop strike hard on me, conversations that are still so fresh and recent to me . The opinions and ideas that we once shared at the bus-stop, the futile attempts of carrying him over my back, the silly dances that I once did to make him laugh and serious talk of the future.The non-stop texts that he used to give me . I can't help but feel glum at that moment, when I recalled that we clicke

This time I was in Punjab. It was a monumental trip for me. Not just because I was on “holiday”, but because I was in need of a shakeup both personally and professionally and Punjab took me by the shoulders and gave me a really good shake. I’m to share my “vacation ” with you to remember the images and feelings that effected me so deeply and helped me . This is only part of my time in my friends family’s home state of Punjab. The rest of my trip including Amritsar, the busy streets of Delhi and the farms of Punjab will come later. For now, it’s important to me to share my experiences. I’ve been thinking about my trip more than usual because it was one of the best trips i have ever had. I love India and identify with my country my life & freedom would not be possible if I hadn’t made the journey out of their village to the New World. I’m calling this blog My Punjabi Mela. There is no real story line, it’s just a sampling of some of the things I experienced over the course of a few

Top 5 women in my life , I chose persons whom I admired the most, someone influential, and someone strong enough to face LIFE. Here's my top 5 women: 1. On top would definitely be my MOM : She's strong enough to face life's battles at her job and at home. I would say that she's a good example to her colleagues / class mates in the profession because she managed to be a leader, an administrator with only her best self, her credentials, and her leadership skills to show on. She's been plagued with intrigues, yet she managed to counteract them with humility. I knew her struggles, I knew what she went through, YET she never gave up! Those are the reasons why I love my Mom So Much! 2. My beloved Granny's : I couldn't believed how she raised my dad and her other children and got them to become all professionals! I really saluted her for that. 3. Oprah Winfrey : I'm just amazed how she became one of the richest women alive in the world. 4. Kiran Bedi : She'

What Stories are to me? Words to me are dancers Each with they're own signature move And if you know how to use them, WAH Writing to me is choreography Figuring out what word goes where In order to make the perfect story Stories to me are chocolates Something you should relish But that we gulp down too quickly

it is 01.50 pm, on a Saturday afternoon.Here i am updating my facebook stating that i'm happy but why?Honestly i also don't know. But everything went as per i expected for this week!Esp the Anoushka shankar press conference in Kolkata and my 10 other clients.Woow!I had to multitask on that day! And thankfully everything when smoothly. Eventhough i was down with cough and tooth ache for the past few days but the sick came right on time as i really need all the rest.Yeah !yeah! i know i can't afford to fall sick! Lots lots coming up !!but i need the break as well<> All my friends, Thank you. I am happy to this life thus far and most happy to see all of us growing up and achieving our own successes. Even if , we are not in touch due to work. As I hope each of us take careful planning and thinking and consideration abot our own future. I will be most happy to see each one of us to make it big soon. Take care and all the best. My Family, I thank you all. I am really ahppy

• I am PRari. I love PR. My job is all about PR. • My biggest struggle is consistency. I just do not seem to have the ability to do the same thing any two days in a row. Drives me up the friggin' wall! I love watching movies • Dream, work, achieve are the words I believe in the most • I am a foodie. and a Vegetarian. I eat cause I can afford to , and most people don’t believe once they see me • I can have a five minutes conversation with a stranger and you'd think we are best friends. • I need to put on weight. • I cry a lot • I love to talk about myself. I love to look at my pictures. • I am a right-hander. • I don't have any of the "normal" phobias - snakes, spiders, mice are no big deal at all. • I am damn good at doing Nautanki. • I have many lover boys. • I panic when my life is going too slow. • I think I can act better than Deepika Padukone. • I have a whole shelf of chick flicks. Whenever I'm depressed, I start at one end and start working my way to th

There are so many words to write so many feelings to share ,sometimes I don't know where to start.I start an idea then I stop there was nothing in my head or maybe there was just to much.One word can be a whole story but when they are forced they usually mean nothing.I write what I feel and this write up says it all to put it plain and simple..I have writer's Block....

* I believe that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. * I believe that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. * I believe that true friendship continues to grow even over the longest distances. The same goes for true love. * I believe that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. * I believe that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. * I believe that either you control your attitude or it controls you. * I believe that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. * I believe that money is a lousy way of keeping score. * I believe that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. * I believe that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up. * I believe that so