I am crazy about movies. Especially Hindi movies. And contrary to popular belief, I read only HT City/Delhi Times/ Brunch. Oh not to forget What's Hot! hehe...

It's no secret that I adore Imran Khan's weekly columns. The guy is actually very good at it. Hence, even though I didn't think he'd actually read it, I sent him a mail. Mentioned my blog in it too. And guess what????? He actually mentioned that in his column this week!!!!!!! How cool is that!!???? Here are his exact words: "Aditi, I actually remember you messaging me on twitter... but you don’t tweet very often. I checked out your blog, I like the way you write. Kind of has a similar feel to my style, I think (minus the emoticons). You should write more frequently, though."

Ahhh.......feels like I've died n reached heaven. This is even better than the 80% discount at Landmark!

The rational part of me says that since half the world's girls are called Aditi (Exaggeration is my middle name btw), and the reply so vague...it could be addressing anyone. And it's not necessary that the real guy does the replying no? Must be some overpaid assistant. But being rational is so DULL. How many Aditis write blogs n don't 'tweet too often' and use a lotta emoticons??? (Rational me: Quite a few). Oh shut up rational me!!!

What do you hate?

I hate terrorism. Whatever anyone's justification about the 'validity' of such acts...i just hate it. I was asked sometime last year what was it that I hated the most. I'd said (without giving it much thought) that I found quite a few things unpleasant. But hate..no. Just after uttering the sentence though, i knew it wasn't true. Some things deserve hatred. You just cannot be 'mildly disturbed' about certain things. Terrorism figures on the list. It's a subpoint of gross injustice!! So, what i hate most is INJUSTICE. Of any kind. How do i justify the fact that innocent people Die. Just like that. Ugghh.

Hating people is no good though. But then, I have a feeling that this belief holds for as long as my fragile world is intact and free of the cracks n fissures caused by events like those of 26/11 and German Bakery :(

1st Week at Gym

Day 1 - Indifferent
Day 2 - "Yes! At this rate I'm gonna be all svelte by the end of this month!"
Day 3 - Ache n stiffness in non-existant body parts..."I think I'll give this fitness thing a miss"
Day 4 - Panting n huffing..."This has to get better!"
Day 5 - The stiffness is gone...on the road to fitness. "Yahoo!"
Day 6 - "Help!!!! The instructor's trying to kill me!!!"

what goes on within

They tell me I should talk.

I wish I could. I wish I had words to voice what I feel.

They say talking would make me feel better, lighter – I’d give anything to get rid of the crushing weight that now seems to be permanently latched to my heart.

But it is not so much lack of desire to talk, as the inability to express what’s going on within. If I had words for those feelings, I would speak. But the images that haunt me are…inexplicable. Hurt, anger, grief, betrayal…these words seems just so…inadequate!

I remember things as they had been not too long ago. Vivid pictures of what was not my ‘past’ but ‘present’…these pictures are too clear to be real. Other memories fade, but these stand out. Like they were shot on an especially superior film…or painted in the most brilliant colors. Perhaps my mind adds dimensions of its own, making everything else seem drab in comparison.

The pain – if that’s what this is, has me in its hold. They say I look like a tortured being. Maybe they are right…I haven’t had the heart to look at myself in days. Someone recently mentioned that I looked ‘broken’. That’s closer to how I feel.

They tell me I will heal. I wish I could hope, but all I see is jagged wounds. Or are those scars that are healing?