Saturday, October 04, 2008


What comes to your mind when u hear the words 'BLACK MAGIC WOMAN' ???

The term 'black' makes its sound eerie, evil of sorts...'Magic' makes it mysterious, mystical...and with that the word 'Woman' is like bang... sending shivers down your spine,a fantasy come true,

The combination of these three is deadly...
femme fatale
at its best...


a lady in black, tall and dusky,sleek and slender,
standing across the hallway,
shimmering in a satin black gown...
kissing the flute of wine,
with a sparkling necklace adorning her neck,
her earrings playing hide n seek,
her glances casting spells on everyone,

with a mesmerizing calmness on her face,
she looks at you,
you shy away,
look again, and she's still here...
but what's this...
she's coming your way,
her eyes hypnotising you as you struggle to get free,
her killer stilettos freezing time with every step,

the once distant figure... now becoming true by the second,

her disarming smile,
inching closer with every step,

enticing the evil within,
dissolving everything else into darkness,
she is right there in front of you,

as you struggle to catch your breath,
sorting out jumbled words tumbling down in your mind,

reinforcing yourself, you hold your breath...

but hey.... whats this....

she just swam past you...

haplessly , gasping for air, you gather yourself,
whats left of her is her hypnotising aroma,
as you try to take the last whiff,

there she is ... walking away...
trying to figure out what just happened,
you suddenly notice...

her eyes grab your your attention,
she turns her head a little, stealing a glance of you...
you catch her eyes red handed... and her smile knives down your heart...

with a thirst in your eyes, you are left asking for more...

You wouldn't help but wonder why i tell u all this... ???

WHY ???

I tell u all this... for i know one such lady... ;)

" I got a Black Magic Woman.
I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.

Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.

You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman I can't leave you alone. "

- 'Black Magic Woman' by Carlos Santana

Thursday, October 02, 2008


When the training at HCL got over, I was worried that the group may get disintegrated and the times we used to laugh would be snatched away from us.

Then came the along the days of Skillports and Process Training, which were a pleasant surprise. What with all the masti in completing each others skill port courses and the ‘Balee ka bakra’ chakkar :P.

But what followed was totally unexpected!!! :D

Starting days were just tafri days, all we used to do was hang in the cafeteria playing TT and pool. A few of us got assigned their cubicles (Arun and Swati), and some of us got whole rooms full of computers all to themselves (Vaibhav and Mandvika) :D It was this tech lab room that became the hub of our matargasti and thuss. What haven’t we talked about in there. Starting from the cutie to the gadaadhaari (No Offenses to anyone intended), from vaibhav’s art galleries to my own PJs, from cost cutting to holiday destinations, from phuket beaches to Bamiyaan’s Buddha, from temples to wild animals, from himachal’s hill stations to ‘satpura ke ghane jangal, uunghte anmane jangal’

However, two... ummm…. what should is say... limelight grabbers ;)… have been - the horror show and the love bites.

Horror show takes the coveted runner’s up position, an intense show, complete with slow voice and decorated with turned off lights, it was an event to remember.

From Vaibhav’s – ‘One Wrong Foot’ to Mandvika’s ‘Monkey Man’ and the ‘Dadaji and Driver’ tale; from Sanjay’s picturesque desert wind with lantern in the castle (that too atop a hill) to my own spirit meets, it was all there.

And the priced position- the winner is our session of - love bites. Not many people know about this, but this was the gem of all the talks. Although this was held in the cafeteria, but it managed to qualify as it was still one of the chats belonging to the ice age… as a matter of fact, it was the icy cold of tech lab that drew us towards that cuppa coffee, where we all sat on that very special table, and opened our hearts out. Just to make sure that everybody’s on the same page, there were 4 people who took part in this session – Sanjay, Saurabh, Maryam and last, but by no means least, myself :D. Although one of us turned out to be an alien, you know whom m talking bout, but rest of us were pretty much humans… who had experienced all the usual emotions of joy…for someone, care for someone, wait of someone, anxiety of meeting someone, longing for someone, fear of someone’s rejection…and the ever so common desire of that moment of sweet awkwardness, where the racing heartbeat reveals itself as the symphony of love…

I wrote this entry as an ode to those ‘nutty’ ice age days. Those small-small moments, they are priceless, to be cherished forever as they are what brought us close, in the beginning of what is to be a life-long journey where we have just put forward our first few steps. I know, that these memories are not going to last forever, and slowly they may fade away, and parting ways may become inevitable, but it is for this reason that I would like to quote someone,

“One of the reasons why people hold on to memories so tight is because memories are the only thing that don’t change when everything else does.”

And on a happier note, I hope that that someone is not just anyone, but the melodious one :)