Blogthings..

Right So I am hooked to this blogthings...it's fun

This one is bitter-sweet...more bitter than sweet actually

Your Birthdate: December 30

You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted. Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. Your strength: Your flair Your weakness: If you think it, you say it Your power color: Scarlet red Your power symbol: Inverted triangle Your power month: March

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

I absolutely love this one! Wish this could be!

Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso

Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

Now this is GOOD stuff!!!

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

In an uncanny way my charts says I am a CAPRICORN!!!

You Should Be A Cancer

What's good about you: you're incredibly kind, caring, and generous What's bad about you: you can be too moody and impossible to understand In love: you enjoy wining and dining the object of your affection In friendship, you're: likely to depend on other friends for emotional support Your ideal job: historian, marine biologist, or religious figure Your sense of fashion: you dress to match your mood You like to pig out on: classic home cooked meals, like mac and cheese

What Sign Should You Be?

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion: You have low extroversion. You are quiet and reserved in most social situations. A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you. You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people. Conscientiousness: You have low conscientiousness. Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously. Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions. Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done. Agreeableness: You have high agreeableness. You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly. Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone. You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance. Neuroticism: You have low neuroticism. You are very emotionally stable and mentally together. Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly. Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is medium. You are generally broad minded when it come to new things. But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it. You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.

The Five Factor Personality Test

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

Singing away...

I was an awkward teenager once not too long ago. I had been through the I-am-not-the-outgoing-type so I would sit at home and work on my songwriting. Only I was always far more imaginative than most kids my age, so I not only wrote songs, I tuned them, hummed them, sang them as though I were the all-in-one star. I had almost forgotten about this phase of my life when all of a sudden my songbook landed itself on my lap. And I was instantly reminded of the meticulous devotion with which I used to practice my art.
I was the star singer who would shoot to fame with her debut album entitled “Love in Moonlight”, genre semi- pop and semi soft-rock sometimes flakily countryish. I listed the song titles in the exact order they would appear in the album. And then wrote the songs. I picked songs that I would do a cover on…my favourites included “When you love someone” and “Jolene”. I remember I did an insane amount of singing back then , humming my tunes, my songs, as though I was in the studio of EMI. I loved that star in me. I did fake interviews going in details about the style of my music, the inspiration behind my songwriting (Pain, hurt and longing). Then I took pity on myself as I went through a songwriters’ block and did not write anything for two years (not actually, in my make-belief) for lack of inspiration, even though my first album was a runaway Billboard chart topper. Then two years later I, the singer, resurrected with my second album aptly titled ‘A Bolt From The Blue’- the songs in this album had been written by within a span of three weeks of inspirational and creative outburst. This album was more on the softer side, with more soul and country elements in it. “It was like reinventing myself, the process was highly spiritual”, I explained to others to had beginning to forget my name. More mature, more soul-searching the critics told off me. My fans were hugely excited and this one went straight to the top. And once again I was touring the world with my super talented band.
I have to admit I was inspired by Celine Dion at that point of time. But as I went though the songs I was surprised to discover my conviction about them. I actually wrote those songs from the scratch. And even after so many years, just seeing the words brought back the exact tunes I had assigned them previously. Sure I will admit they weren’t all that exceptional, not all of them. But I think, from an emotionally –driven singer’s point of view a few of them can still be called songs. An example is presented below.


You are a star now- Farah Tasneem Tracy.

You are a star now, shining brightly in the velvet sky.
Inaccessible, you are so far away now.
But just as close to my heart.
I know you cannot hear me ‘cause you are beyond the material world
But I just want to say
I can never anyone else the way I loved you
I gave my heart to your and nothing can tear the rope of our love.

How can I ever forget all the crazy things we did?
My memories are still painfully fresh.
I remember you playing with my hair
I remember us walking in the gentle breeze
Running lazily on the beach, dancing in the moonlight
Dining in the candle light, feeing the music in the air.
All of these memories are fresh in my mind.

Now my phone doesn’t ring up late at night
And I haven’t anybody to hold me when I am scared.
Where can I find the comfort that you gave me?
There’s no one to sing a song in my ear
There’s no one to give me that soft n’ tender kiss

I wish that I become a star like you,
Just to have the pleasure to be with you…again.
I see you in my dreams
That’s how I know you still remember me.
No I cannot start all over again that’s gonna cost too much pain.
I look up in the sky and I feel better knowing
You’re up there, watching me , smiling down on me…

Diggin' for old treasures...

So I have doing a lot and lot of reading lately. Light reading. Funny, witty, roll-with-laughter, and stark real-life funny stories. And I have also just stumbled upon (not accidentally thought, it was deliberate) my treasure chest. Yes the Writings from The Past. During my last school-year I was on writing aphrodisiac. I wrote like a possessed one. I wrote a variety of things- essays, stories, essays that read like stories, songs, poems, letters and whatnot. I scanned through and think although they could do with a little bit updating here and there, they are not totally worthless. I mean like they are still readable. So here goes . today I will post one my ‘humorous ’ pieces. I didn’t think I could crack a funny bone even if my life depended upon it. But I sure did try. So here goes…



Finding A JOB.

During the last summer vacation I decided to take up a part-time job so that by the end of the holidays I would have saved enough money for a beat-up car. I was looking for something easy, that did not require any particular skill such as being a sales rep, or a telemarketer. I sent out my applications beginning of summer and waited patiently for the much awaited letter from the HR department.
When two weeks later all I got in my mailbox were dry and cruel (I thought) rejection letters, I decided to take matters more seriously. This time around I applied to firms and stores left and right, and I made rounds at all the places that had a ‘Vacancy’ signboard, without bothering about what kind of job was being offered. Well you know beggars cannot be choosers and I wanted a car that bad. Finally , I received a few replies. An envelope from ‘Harrow and Rhodes’ caught my attention as it was a publishing-cum-retailing venture just a few blocks away from where I lived. I like to think I have it in me something literary, so I was instantly interested (not just enough because they asked for interview, my interested rose to hysterical heights because they were in the literary world.). I made an appointment to meet the owners the very next day. It’s a small venture I told you, so owners were the HR people.
The office was in the fifth-floor of a rusty corner building that had been around since the beginning of My Time. Needless to say I was excited and nervous as it was my first job interview. I ran up ten flights of stairs, panting, knocked on the heavy oak main door, and breezed inside after I heard a muffled but somber-voiced ‘Come in’. they two men sitting on the other side of the dark mahogany desk were interchangeable in terms of clothes and they expression they wore on their faces. Dressed in shabby, oversized Sunday suits of their grandfather’s era the two men took turns to ask me four very routine questions. They took down my name and address and asked me if I could join from the next day. I was glad (and a little relieved) they hadn’t pressed on knowing about my skills and qualifications and I obliged happily.
The nest morning, the two men who might as well have been twins with two different surnames, lead me to an inner room inside the office, where I was to perform my operations. It appears I may have misjudged their enterprise; for as small as they were they could afford a fully-functional air-conditioned office with expensive (albeit century-old) furniture and room fittings, a fax machine, a scanner, printer, IBM computer. I was then told about my responsibilities: to keep records of daily sales and publishing information. I was to enter them into the computerized system after I received all the necessary paper receipts from the different departments. Before leaving me with my work, the two men said, in chorus, they were very strict about record-keeping and did not approve of miscalculations or slack offs.
My knowledge of computers up until then had been limited to playing games that came along with it, like card games etc. but I was confident I could at least type down the names of the writers, books, and the ISBN, and the date of sales, etc. I finished the first day of work by just looking at the previous records, and getting to know the environment and came back home already feeling good about a fat pay cheque at the end of the month.
My actual work began the next day. After lunch I got the receipts of the day’s-sales-so-far. I opened the particular file and punched in the serial number SL61…..er…what were the other digits? Oh No! my receipt fell on the ground. In an attempt to pick it up quickly, I knocked down my coffee mug and spilled the contents onto the shiny keyboard. I got tripped in one of the many wires coming out of the CPU, and by the time I understood what was happening there were alarming sounds coming from all directions. I jumped back , startled at all the sparks. Harrow and Rhodes came running the corridor and called for reinforcements to take up safety precautions. They kept giving my fiery glances and I was ashamed. I fired myself before actually being fired by the Twins. I walked out of that wretched old building, and that was the end of my summer career. My dreams of the beat-up car started to become more n more vague. Ah well…some time in future…

@ The Hair Salon

The Hair salon is a noisy place. It is spacious, intelligently decorated with art-deco accessories, bears the stamped signature of international celebrity hair stylist, but it is still a really noisy place. Not to mention hairy!
I walk in as always, marginally existing amidst the hubbub of beautiful women who go there to become even more beautiful, and wait my turn in queue. Several stronger personalities cut through me in the queue. I smile politely still not saying a word. I wait until the receptionist is free, then timidly ask her what service I wanted. She looked at my hair and coldly calculated I badly needed to do something with my hair! Of course, this I knew only because I can read minds. Because aloud all she said was “500”. My heart hurt as I wriggled out a fresh 500 bill. You better make me look like Holly Marie Combs. Sorry, I meant to say make my hair like hers that is.
This indigenous (I am trying to be politically correct nowadays and use indigenous instead of tribal), girl with really long nails dig into my mess of hair and try to give me a protein massage. There should be a rule about girls with long nail NOT performing hair massages. Or any kind of massages for that matter! Because my previously itchy scalp turned into a scratchy one by the time she finished massaging my hair! Huph!


No. of exams -1.
No. of assignments due- 1.
No. of hair washes- 1.
No. of badly needed lipstick bought-0.
No. of Will & Grace episodes watched-22 (season 1)
No. of historic Cricket matches watched - 1 (Hurray!)
No. of printed stories lost (L)-1.
No. of almost-forgotten poems retrieved- 1. (yay)

This Day...

So there was this one time that I tried my hand at song-writing. And below is the outcome. I know it won’t sound very promising but try to imagine some one like KT Tunstall, Kelly Clarkson, KatieMelua, and the likes singing it. Together with a strong addictive chorus and not-so-strict sequence of notes, add your own surprise bits and VOILA! In matter of days everybody on the streets will be humming to the tune of This day…la la la

This Day- By Tracy

This day I see myself running away
From all that is gray
This day I see myself running away
From all that I had
This day I run from everything
I helped create
This day I am fleeing away
Trying to find me in a sea of crowd
This day I wake up in the morning
Thinking I gotta do something new today
I have to have my say
And I have to make changes in my life
This day I bring me back from oblivion
From all the superficial notions.
This day I sing like I never sang before.

I bring me back
Back to where I belong
Back to who I am
Back to what I am….
I forget all the other things
Just remember the faces from my past
I forget all the aching tears
Just remember all the smiles

This day is the day I find me back
I snatch my future from the stars.

This day I live my life to the full
This day for I don’t know
If there’ll be another day
But this day
Is what I want, what I have
This day is a new beginning
For you and for me.
This very day….


PS: hmm this day (Yes please, Pun Intended) is a day of wishful thinking for me!

Mulling over Mole

No. of Exams held in past week-2
No. of books read in the past week - 2 (and a half)
Degree of obsessing over RHUL-Alarmingly High
Worries about studies- limitless
No. of swims - 2 (only)
Temperature(of the city not body temp) unbearably high for spring (or otherwise)
No. of times Mom mentioned my marriage (prospect of it not recap) to people - Countless

Have been reading too much of Adrian Mole books, as can be understood from the stylre of writing. First read The Wilderness years and then The Cappucino Years. Must say Wilderness Years kept me laughing till the end. Cappucino Years is wiser (Mole-way), but not less funny. Have new-found respect for Diarists. First Bridget Jones and then Adrian Mole.
(Note to self ): maybe start a diary myself.
Looked all over equally enjoyable popular fiction books and luckily stumbled upon Marian Keyes. The book will hopefully be worth it.
The half-read book is called 'A shift in the Wind' by Aminudding Khan, it is good knowledge about Indian Muslim Royalty- a subject I have an interest in.
Watched 3 full-length movies on DVD. First Daughter. Just Like Heaven. Memoirs of a Geisha.
Liked Just Like heaven the best. Congrats to my Favourite Reese for winning the Oscar- it was high-time she got it. Watched Da Vinci Code trailer. I knew I could trust Ron Howard with my favourite book. Bess him and Dan Brown.
So there you go, 2 and a half books and 3 DVDs down I am out of my depression about being stuck in life like Scarlet Johanssen in Lost In Translation.
Hmm...maybe I should reconsider the effect too many movies and books are having on me. Must get in touch with my human side.
Material Accomplishments this week :- The perfect purple pair of slip-on sandals, one gorgeous super expensive saree (a gift from aunty to be worn at the wedding), 4 dresses that Mom bought for me ( 2 of which are purple ).

A week of Slumps and Booms.

Tuesday 28th Feb- Mom left for her holiday tonight. House feels empty without her. Thank God for a full day of classes tomorrow.
Wednesday 01st March- Oh dear painful day of waking up early to give instructions to the household staff, arranging and preparing myself for class. Cannot find the lunch box. Will have to eat crappy and suspicious outside food for lunch.
Not really. Had a great time eating grilled chicken sandwich (nothing suspicious about it though, too much onion) at Abacus Café with my friend. Talked with mom on the phone. Missing her. Always.
Hurried back from school, if you can call 1.5 hours stuck in immovable, return-home, city traffic ‘hurry’. Thought I would make it to swimming. Alas, I made it two minutes before closing. So returned home, irritated. Confusion about tomorrows ‘hartal’ as well as social plans. Caught up with old pal on messenger.
Thursday, 02nd March- Half a day of not-so-important ‘hartal’. Had a good sleep. Talked with mom. Went to Photograpy Workshop (60 bucks paid in advacne). Workshop was enlightening, got to know real good things about photography, camera, etc. I do not own a SLR camera. Otherwise would have been fun. Had to bunk the ‘composition’ part of the workshop, to scoot and get ready for the wedding in the evening. Came home, ironed clothes (some fabrics no matter how nice they look take over an hour to be pressed), breathlessly got ready and ran (well, took the car) to Grandma’s. Picked up company (read extended family, toddler of a cousin, etc.) and went to Aunt’s place. Entered her house nervously in fear of missing the ceremony (as we reached half an hour late of appointed time which was 6 PM). Was received by other half of extended family, Coke, Chocolate pastry and lethargy. What? 8:30 ? Why if we only knew there was so much time left for the ceremony we would have brought out our carefully-tucked-in-inside-unreachable-places-in-the-closet cameras! (And I would have had enough time to drink after lunch, which I had at 4 PM). Aww, all this waiting for groom’s party to start for the bride’s house will smudge for makeup. Thankfully the house is large enough for anybody to hide out and finish their makeup/changing/feeding baby (my aunt, not me!)/use the washroom. Got admonition from 5-year-old cousin for not wearing matching earrings…hmmm must rethink style mantras. Sigh.
Big confusion during the ignition of the groom’s entourage. Where is he? Where is she? Where I sit? Where will you sit? There is a clock ticking….arrived finally at the bride’s house. Too many people. Lots of serbat being passed around. Thank you. I am such and such from the groom’s side. I am such and such from the bride’s side. Oh we are all related now. Vows, ceremony, dinner (delicious!) finished at 11:30. bro called to say he was getting bored at home. Came home and dozed off. (should have written separate blog entry on the wedding…too late.)

Friday 3rd March. Day spent in anticipation of mom’s arrival. Went swimming in the evening. It is much nicer than daytime. Mom arrived safely.
Saturday 4th march- Another day at the parlor. Hmm no comments. Have an exam tomorrow. Taking a gamble and not studying. Newly weds visits us.
Sunday 5th March- Studied in the morning, gave exam, guess the rest.
Monday 6th March- Got into severe depression thinking I haven’t taken a break from studies since grade 1. it was pointless in hindsight. But was really sad. Why would I even want to take a break? I mean a little less studying I could do with. So bunked evening class.
PS: I am stocking up on books. Bought ‘An ordinary person’s guide to empire’ for 160 bucks from street vendor. Amount of money saved from classy bookstore cash register: 900.