Message in a Bottle.

"Choose between yesterday and tomorrow.Pick one.. And stick with it."

-Message in a Bottle.

The title is self explanatory,the characters are part real and part fictional and the love element in the story as it turns out,to the message writer's disappointment,is purely fictional! This blog delivers the story as it is.. and Why? Because its everyone's story and all of us who read this can take away something from it.. Its unaddressable like all the other messages in the bottle,simple,uncomplicated,heart whelming,often unnoticed,unadulterated and innocent.. here it is,as it is.. yet another.. Message. In a b(log). 


"Once upon a time in my life,when i didn't know too much,when i was a jumpy teenager,had my hormones all over the place and was just in grade 8..i thought i was big enough to feel the biggest emotion in the world..
LOVE.
I thought i felt all that Julia Roberts and Richard Gere,Shahrukh Khan and Kajol,Leonardo Di Caprio and Kate Winslet felt in all those dreamy larger than life movies,all that was depicted in those mills and boons,all that was ever said abt the sleepless nights and days spent in dreaming..and much more.

I associated all the weathers,all the songs,all things i could with him(basically.. everything i knew!) with him to a nauseatingly suffocating extent.only to have it all jam my memories and make it impossible for me to take it off my mind!every season and every whiff of air would bring with it one memory and become a constant reminder of him.not for one..two..three..or even 5 years..but for 10 long years..well the decade that i count for the fairytale i bred in my head is beginning from the day i officially declared war with myself for "love" and finally ending on the day,the one i thought i loved, snapped me outta my lala land and brought me back..crashing into reality.

10 and some more it was for me..the time for which i knew him. Or wait did i know him?well thats something..which i now confidently blame myself for.and i admit i didn't.ever.know him.

The things i learnt came very late for me in my illusionary relationship with him.apart from doing good to me by riding me off the burden of tellin myself that i liked him,he was the one who taught me to live in the real world and not in the world which i saw through my rosy glasses..

I did learn things i should've learned.and now when i look back i realise that they really were necessary for me to learn.i dont expect a fairytale anymore..no more prince charming sweeping me off my feet on the white horse.no more matching the glass slippers.no more kissing and comin back to life.no more perfection.no more larger than life world and no more dreams about living it..

But what he couldn't teach me was to be so practical and so insensitive that all that one oozes and draws is unhappiness.rather he strengthened my belief in karma,in the law of attraction and in believing in yourself.if i was wrong ever.i shall pay,repent n settle my score here before i go.and if i wasn't.then i'll get my due share of happiness here too. What went around in the past came around in the future for me,without fail.and i truly believe that it shall continue to happen till we all say our final goodbyes.its the way of life,like it or not,believe it or not,practice it or not.

'You showed me faith is not lost,I dont need wind to make me fly..miracles happen once in a while..when you believe.'

-Princess Diary

And damn right i do believe more than ever now that..i'm the leading lady of my life and i'm completely 'capable' to will things happen in my life! Its in my hands to make it or break it.To jazz it or mess it.To live it to leave it.So this is the last time i'm doing this Ancient-Mariner act and telling this tale,to myself and to the world,from hereon its a fresh start on a clean slate.. And i swear to have my happy ending!"

Woolie & Me

Woolie was my one n only pet and the best in the whole world.of whatever i remember,my first memories of him were those of him jumping onto us when we entered our main gate.i must've been too young to appreciate his jumpy demeanor so i used to get a lil scared when he used to do tht.barely able to walk i still used to strut around him n get followed everywhere by him in turn.i'm told he was stupid but loved me like hell.i was abt 6when he passed away.and how it stopped my world.i dont remember myself being much of a dog lover but i was always surrounded by dogs or people who owned dogs or in general loved dogs..cheeku,litchi,plum,kaju,buffy,rocky,ducky,charlie,tango,liza,chini,ozzy,simba,zorro,tommy aka sheru,roney,jerry,stephie are only a chosen few! Associations galore.. they are beyond doubt a part of the family.. at times more than that.. and some times.. all that there is to call family.

The reason i'm writing abt them today is because marley made me!marley from marley&me.yes,he made me miss my woolie n d fact tht i hardly got to spend anytime with him.i remember when he fell sick,he used to be taken to the hospital for check ups n stuff i always knew tht he was like me.like a child goin to d doc only to get better.fit as a fiddle.lil did i know tht woolie was getting old and it was becoming harder for him to fight.the day when i went to see woolie in the hospital is imprinted in my memory forever..probably the last time that i saw him..he was in the corner most ward of the veterinary hospital n was lookin so peaceful but tired in my mom's lap.she was pettin him n trying to feed him.i remember he came to me when i called him n i'm sure he managed a smile for me.i was way too young to realise tht he wouldn't be able to get better.way too lil too realise tht,that would be the last day when i'd be seeing my woolie.

Everybody in my house had had pets n knew the pain when they lost them.they had to put woolie to rest n when they told me he was never comin back,i was shattered like everyone else in the house.the kid who jus couldn't figure out how one could never return from a hospital i made my mother's life miserable by blaming her for giving him the injection tht killed him.i couldn't stop crying n missing him.days turned into months n months into years.
We never had a pet after him,it was too much of a hassle with me n my brother growing up.everyone had their hands full n couldn't take up d additional responsibility of a pet.but the truth,that i now see is that nobody could take his place.he was truly the one and only.atleast for me he was.and today i feel so bad,so so bad that i dont remember each n every tiny detail abt him,tht i was such a kid when i was with him.
I miss him.and it feels awful to not remember everything abt him.but one thing which was established beyond doubt for me was that,that woolie was family.

Woolie welcomed me home when i first came home,we both got scared when he saw a baby for the first time n i saw a dog for the first time when we saw each other,he looked out for me,guarded me n was most possessive abt me.today i miss seeing him around n regret not getting more time to spend with him.it makes me think of all those dogs tht have in some way touched my life.i just hope wherever they are,they're kicking it n living it up.
He will always be my one n only.my woolie.
For how much so ever time they might stay with you,they do become ur lifeline.

So i'm sure ure lookin at me Woolie from somewhere up there,wagging ur tail and still lookin out for me.you were n always will be family.this one's for all those pets who remind me of you n make me miss you even more.this one's for woolie.only for you.

Silver Closet

As i write i realise that those of you who know me,would realise at once that its me.And those of you who don't,i'd like to see what a stranger would think off a person like me.

There is no hidden agenda behind writing under a pen name(Well,to put it straight on record,i dont have a pen name and if i did it would'nt definitely be this!)This name however has its own significance in my life and its grown on me for a different reason so,a few years ago, when i had to make a profile and not put down my real name,i used it to make this blogger profile just for fun. Age .Probably makes you do stupid stuff without any apparent reason.

However,today when i have finally gotten down to blogging,i feel attached to my profile as it brings back several memories of some very very unforgettable days in my life and for the same reason i'd cling on to my same old profile.Put some more mystery in there,make it a lil more interesting by revealing and not revealing at the same time.The information,that is!

Silver Potpourri is my identity and my state of mind all rolled into two words.

Silver Closet will give you a sneak peak into my life.Its nothing big,nothing fancy or nothing extraordinary about it. But each closet of same things cane be made special if arranged in a different permutation and combination.

You've already been warned about the human nature of the blog.Expect the unexpected.Subject to mood swings.Terrible and inexplicable at times.Random some times. Compulsively confessional at times.Very random the other times.Occasional Emotional Bursts.Very unconnected.Imaginary and dreamy.Very repetitive a times.And not to forget,Completely Unplanned!

So,this being the first edition of Silver Potpourri,i'm going to live up to its name and give you three posts,off the top of my head..

1.Give you a preview of the things that make me up..

2.Dedicate the next post to "a man's best friend".The dog of my life!

3.Tell you a tale with lessons of all flavors ..A tale of The beauty and the beast.A tale of two cities.A tale of Persuasion.At tale of Losing the battle but winning the war.A tale of Everyone worth knowing.A tale ..Gone with the wind.

So,step one..Letting you in,into my closet..now..

• I am a strict follower of the Do good to get good school of thought.Because there is nothing like a guilt free and hassel free life.
• If i could,i'd leave everything and go all around the world learning different dance forms.I really would.
• My family,was,is and always will be top priority for me.
• I find Pirates of the Caribbean,the movies very very inspiring,there's a fearless streak in them which just dazzles out to me. Don't ask me how!
• I prefer white sauce over red for my pasta.
• I'm the biggest fan of YELLOW BULBS in the whole wide world!if i could i'd ban all the tubelights of the world or break them.
• If ever a movie has been made with Julia Roberts,Hugh Grant,Shahrukh Khan,Aamir Khan,Richard Gere in it..then 9.99/10 times i've loved it.
• I am your typical out of the book sort of a girl. There is not one symptom that i dont show!I love girly pink stuff! :) Except.. i cant stand whinny-overbearing-screaming for attention-nauseatingly sweet-or excessively bitchy- girls.(this,because some morons associate these qualities with the definition.NO sir/madam,this does not come within the definition.)
• I can't stand hypocrites and non committal people.
• I though it'd never happen and i would never let it happen,but 2 winters back.. i changed from being a winter hating/loathing/abhorring to a winter loving person.Things do change.
• Money isn't everything and according to me too much of it is always a liability. I want enough to maintain my lifestyle,increase the standards enough to be able to enjoy what i have..
• I'm a voracious reader..anything and everything.. depending upon the mood at that time.
• I'm a patriot through and through.i still choke atleast once while singing the national anthem i still feel elated when i go out in the world and declare that i am an Indian and i feel like committing genocide when i see corrupt people ruining their own country's name.
• I loathe any sort of bad smell!!ANY..Bad breath,body odour,bad rotten stuff smell..u name it!:(
• Hygiene..in all forms and in all manners is absolutely most important.Its more like an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with me.
• "Sheesha ho ya dil ho" yes,the song. generates a physical reaction in me. And God knows i puked twice or thrice as a kid when it started playing.And for some strange reason off late"Summer of 69" makes me wanna hit the person playing it hard in his /her face!(P.S: I still love u Bryan!)
• I get attached to things,places and people with the bat of an eyelid!And when i do,i can't dissociate easily.
• Infidelity is a crime.Period.
• My definition of hot has oodles of intelligence,dollops of wit,a naturally courteous behavior,a dash of gentleness and no hint of being a sexist! looks don't matter that much.. but good looks never hurt anyone!Still if I had to list my absolute essentials in a guy..they'd be..
  1. A heart of gold, a balanced beautiful head,held high,on strong responsible shoulders and feet grounded firmly on the ground.
  2. Absolute squeaky cleanliness.. From clean cut nails, to clean ears and freshly ironed nice smelling clothes n shoes..The works!!
  3. A brilliant sense of humor.
  4. And the unforgettable smell of a good aftershave/cologne/perfume and the likes!:P
  
• AND if you insist on asking me for specifications on looks- tall, bearded, man-binned (!), with forearms to die for and artistic fingers, clean toe nails and a smile that melts me like a load of wax on fire. (Remember never to ask me anything ever again on this subject. TMI already!)
• I would love to live by the sea and also in the countryside with a view of the hills, sometime in my life.


• Also, did i mention keeping an assortment of puppies is one of dreams? yes. someday i will!

So sneak peak delivered..Check. Item No.1 :)

More to follow later and more things to pop out of the closet some other time.. but for now...here's signing off the first post..

No.2 & 3  on the check list to follow soon.

Much love.. (whoever's reading!)

Sea