New Address - www.shibani.net

Hey,

Thanx for the visit but I have moved to a new address. Its http://www.shibani.net

Cheers!

Salaam Mumbai

Aye dil, hai mushkil jeena yahan - zara haske, zara bachke, yeah hai bombay meri jaan! As if last week's rain debacle and Sunday's fiasco wasn't enough, we had 7 bomb-blasts in the city today along the Western Rail line. To add to the panic, cellphones and landlines got jammed. Just shook up like the rest of the city. Its past 12.15am and people are still struggling to get home from their day's work. Really saddened by this and the increasing death and injury figures. But there are people are out there helping others. I salute the spirit of those people! Salaam Mumbai!

2 sleepy and sad to write anything more. Hope everything gets back to normal soon.

Blog Make Over

Everyone is getting a make over these days. Right from homes to offices to websites to people including yours truly :-)

Thought I'd use some basic designinging skills and change the look of my blog a bit. I'm still working on it as and when I can steal a few moments.

This is what I have at present. It's simple and yet costomized. I'll continue and update this space soon.

Cheers!

Listening to this song by U2 again and again 2day. Simply love it. Here goes -

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on
you now
You got someone to blame

You say...

One love
One
life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...
Have you
come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come
here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it
again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a
temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me
crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is
hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But
we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

Why do people write so much about love? Whateva...love is shit and love is a farce. Its an illusion that blinds you, deceives you and leaves you when you need it the most. Well, shit happens, you just need to learn to flush it out! (easier said than done)

Cheers!

Krrishhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

I went for Krrish today. This is one movie that I really wanted to avoid going to. But apparently, there were extra tickets to a nearby multiplex and I was just at home doing nothing. So, i thought - might as well - and what's the harm anyways. I WAS WRONG!

Krrish is a sequel of India's first 'alien movie' - 'Koi..Mil Gaya'. Krishna is the super gifted son of Rohit who was killed after he worked for Siddharth Arya and he tries to look in the future and kill Krishna too who loves Priya (nka Chopra) who stays in Singapore and whom Dadi has asked to get back to their chota sa seclusive village and ..................oh! shut up! shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Enough! I am not going to tell you anymore of the story. How I spent those 3 hours watching the movie is still suprising. The movie was very boring. Hrithik just kept on jumping on the mountains of Manali and the streets of Singapore. I think if my friend Deep had to see a cockroach, he'd be able to accomplish such feats with the same amount of ease. [Ok, I get scared of those creepy crawlies too but this is my blog and I choose whom I want to hammer ;-) ]. The story was abolutely predictable and seemed like a drag. I came out of the auditorium with a bad headache and the guilt of wasting a beautiful Sunday afternoon and choosing jumping jack Hrithik instead of my TV! The only thing that I liked were the SFX used - quite good.

We had recliner seats so I could sleep with my eyes open. Koi..mil gaya was much better than the sequel. Sequels don't really do well, do they?

Football Shootball, Hai Rabba!

Football mania has taken over this world and very rightfully so. The World Cup is on and is definitely prviding great entertainment to all fans around (yours truly included). I wonder who will take home the cup.

We (India) didn't qualify, someday we would. Someday, people like me won't give up on the game. Oh ya but that's my story....

I was a very weak and feeble kid in school. I never took part in any sports or athletic events. If asked to run a class race, I would stand last or second last. I enjoyed watching sports and the only sport that I ever excelled in was hop-scotch! That's how good I was. Probably it was my laziness or maybe I was never cut out for sports.

But we all have our moments of truth....moments of realization. Moments when we feel that we are dillusioned by our failures and lack of performance. Ok, hold it, I am referring to my set back in sports. This feeling grew so strong that one day, I decided to give a shot at football. I gathered a team of huge, dull, non-interested- in- sports people (girls, I am from a convent school) and pepped them up to play football. The lazy bum that I was, I refused to run across the field chasing the ball and decided to become the goal keeper. Afterall, what does a goal keeper do? Stand in a highly glorified piece on the field, look at all the players runing around and he/she only stops the ball from entering the goal post. Easy! Piece of cake!

So, here it was- Whistle and the game started. Less that 10 seconds in the game, some crazy girl kicked the ball towards me. Time to prove myself, my moment of truth. I saw the ball coming towards me and leapt to catch it. Isn't that what I was supposed to do? The ball came in so fast, I mis judged it and it ended up bouncing against my stomach! OUCH! That hurt! No, I couldn't move, I was floored. Some girls helped me up and I was declared 'Out Injured'. Thus ended by glorious career in football.

Perhaps, it was true. I was never meant for sports. I should stick around with something a little less dangerous...which provide less chances of running into huge and heafty people chasing objects around the field. But as I watch the World Cup, I can only think and imagine the kind of committment, passion and love people have for football or for that matter any other sport. Hats off to them! As they say -Joga Bonito!

Is this me?

It's almost time now for the normal world to blow off their candles and say their good nights. But I am awake - I don't think I know why. Thinking thoughts mindlessly, not knowing what answers I am looking for...

Some lousy music is playing in my playlist and it is the only sound I hear, and wonder what I am here for. Is this me? Or am I someone else? May be something else? Who am I? What the hell am I doing here?

I often feel that I am trapped in this earthly form of a body. This is not me. Ofcourse, this cannot be me! I am not like this. I am somebody else. I am a free soul. I cannot be trapped in these chains of life and daily living. I breathe free. I walk free. I fly free.

May be all this is make believe. May be I am an actor who has been given this role to play. I don't like my character but its something that I have to do. Soon the play will be over, lights out and packup! Soon, I will be a different person, a different me, the true me.

Someday, I would eventually know who I am and then I can blog about me too, the true me.