An Update

Saturday: There were some really cool clouds out. The ones that look big, fluffy, lumpy like the way perfectly-made mashed potatoes should look. I got back home with Ash at 6:00 pm after buying my birthday dress, holed clay pots and stuff we needed for the invitations. Bought some presents for my friend, the airhostess and decided to give them through Ruan as she’ll be leaving to Doha end of the week. Then Ash and I got down to handwriting the invitations using a couple of lines from a spooky Edgar Allan Poe poem.
After finishing the invitations, we gave each other a look of relief and then proceeded to snapping off pictures of each other.

Sunday: Invitations- check, Dress- check, Caterers- check. All that’s left is the big part of getting my terrace ready for the party which is going to involve a lot of cleaning up. The day of rest before the big storm.

Mr. Flirt is back. For those who didn’t know (which is about everyone), Mr. Flirt left for a week to another country but is back. I now suddenly feel all carefree, smiling, like I’m dancing on sunbeams. I hear the breeze ruffle blades of grass and sigh in happiness; can I possibly decide upon a course which offers even more pleasure? Perhaps.

Moving on, we exchanged easy, playful hugs and kisses in the form of sarcastic comments and in denial that we both missed each other. Finally after a long conversation, we ended the call secure in our friendship and love.

I also went to Amway for a product sampling event with my sisters and I met one very interesting young man- a man who knew a lot about facial products. After he was done with my sister’s face, he signaled me to take my seat. I looked at him and said ‘no one touches this face except me’. He laughed and boy! That was one awesome laugh and just then I regretted for not having my face pampered. Visit to the nutritionist was worse. He wrote down a couple of numbers on a piece of paper and handed it to me. This led to a terrible realization- I was underweight. I walked out and met my bro-in-law who was waiting in the car. The drive back we had to endure my sisters go on and on about how the guy who did their facials was like god and it so made me jealous.

Monday: The preparations are coming along nicely and Ash did a great job on sticking to it and helping me out. I think we are doing great apart from the fact that I cant stop myself but invite every person I meet.

Keeping my fingers crossed about the whole thing. Will keep you updated on the latest…
‘Bottle it up’ is a fascinating track after the big international hit ‘Love Song’ by American singer-songwriter and pianist Sara Bareilles. The song, slowly making it onto the charts, is about love which is what makes the world go round and everything else worth it. With simple but effective instrumentation it’s one of those songs that you’d love to sing along to. Sara Bareilles is a keeper.

Know E-vuh-leen Better

Time for an episode of ‘Know E-vuh-leen Better’

Here are some things you may not know about me:

I was gifted a huge stuffed monkey when I was 11. It always gave me nightmares but I’d never give him away to my twin. He still sits on the chair next to my bed.

Until I was 10 I believed pelicans picked up babies from some place and dropped them in homes.

The first album I ever got was ‘Step by Step’ by NKOTB.

I’ve never been to Mexico, but I kinda love salsa bandera.

I lived briefly at a family friend’s house when I was about 8. They had two sons who were also twins named Warren and Ricardo. One day Warren walked up to me, got down on one knee and asked me if I would marry him. He promised he’d give me a lot of kids.

Warren is now a priest in Canada.

I used to have an impressive collection of track pants and army boots 7 years ago.

I hate people that list Bacardi Breezer as their favorite alcoholic drink.

At the beginning of my 14th year, I was 4 foot 11 inches tall. On my 15th birthday, I asked god to make me taller than my mum. By my 16th birthday, I was 5 foot 2.

And then I stopped growing.

I am monophobic.

In school I had a colossal crush on the kid that everyone bullied. He finally spoke to me to ask me my friend’s name. I can still feel that pain.

He asked me out 20 times after 2002. I hate him.

Secretly I still think I’m going to make my mark.

I had to visit the school counselor once every week for a couple of months because I stapled my classmate's hand (in my defense, she was annoying).

Give me a minute as I inwardly burst into tears over the official death of any remnant of youth I once had.

Okay! I stumbled upon this track by Nightwish and I love it! Hence, it has made its way onto my blog. If you’ve ever liked anything else I’ve ever posted here on EC then I strongly recommend that you listen to this track. Trust me, this is good stuff. Their operatic melodies are intoxicating and mesmerizing. The more I listen to this track the more I find I love it, and the more I struggle to accurately define it. This is one of the songs that’s going to be played at my themed party- should induce the whole gothic feel.

Regardless of the root of your frustrations, it is Friday after all; a little tune can go a long way towards soothing your anxious mind and heart. Enjoy the music.

Nightwish- 'Eva' (Instrumental)

More Birthday

I was in a haze of bliss a couple of days ago when I was talking to a college friend about the Naga way of life. It surprised me that I knew so much about my bro-in-law’s culture. This trip to Nagaland in November is going to involve a lot of research and I’ve also decided I’m going to learn a bit of the language- at least proper pronunciations of certain words and phrases.

My ex arrived in town yesterday. We are a long way away from getting into the R-word; and, it has become obvious to me and probably to most of you that I am on a search not for the love of somebody else but for self-love, which I am also a long way away from. It's also a combination of other things. Lately, I haven’t had any free time and it's difficult to find the time I need to write a post well. I also find myself wondering how much of what I feel really belongs on this page and how much should stay in my head. It's difficult to tell whether it's the mood disorders talking right now or common sense. Perhaps it's just one more of the things I find overpowering for no good reason at the moment.

I meant to post sooner but I got an unexpected call from my friend and blogger Abhi who told me he was in town and wanted to meet up before he left to Mumbai. I was introduced to him by my best friend Imcha a couple of years ago. Abhi, short for Abhishek, was this charming young man who spent hours talking to me about myth, history and art- I’m just very interested in it and he just happens to know loads about it. I know he’ll turn quite red in the face reading this but he’s one person I’ve always been in awe of. He is quite an inspiring person, a talented artist, an amazing singer and he speaks of art with such passion that it can literally get you high. If you have a minute and are in the mood for clicking and viewing unique pieces of art, click the link on the link is listed below!

http://www.abhiart.blogspot.com/

His recent work differs from the sketches he showed me when I first knew him. Now it’s more free form and fluid. To see his work in color with a more intuitive approach makes you wonder what he was thinking while sketching. The ability to paint his emotions is what I find so therapeutic about his art.

Under the ‘Blogged’ banner you will notice a slideshow of Ev’s Wish list, developed in order to help my friends figure out what to buy me for my birthday. Now come on, with a list like that, how can you guys not love me? I've been seriously planning my party from the decorations to the caterers to the seating arrangements and… I’m gonna have an inflatable bed. Talk about going all out! While I have an idea of what I'm going to do, I'm still kind of freaking out and nervous and excited and proud and brimming with all sorts of emotions about the whole thing. Cons- My nerves will probably take over me on the real day. Pros- Everyone will rush up to me after the party and stutter breathlessly that they loved it. I will thank them very calmly and tell them I had a great time. And the worry that my body would suffer would be worth it just to see them love my party.

And Dex is coming!

He’s had his priorities drastically misplaced for so long so I didn’t even include his name in the guest list but after his surprise call last night, he assured me that he wouldn’t miss the big day.
I feel kind of lame using this blog as a platform for publicizing my birthday, so I'm going to do my best to keep it to a minimum. That being said, next Friday, Sep 26th I’ll be throwing my birthday party as Wed (my actual birth-day) will just be too difficult for people to make it.
Hey, I might be growing out of being a youngster but I’ve got to come back as a star.

.....And I finally have the soundtrack to WALL-E. Sung by Peter Gabriel, here is ‘Down to Earth’

Counselling Myself

It would be a boring betty-friendly world if our flights of imagination were confined to only those whom we really held in high opinion and loved. I’ve noticed that at times people find themselves attracted to people who hurt them (such as ex boyfriends); people we know we shouldn't be fantasizing about (married ex boyfriends) and people we don't even know (movie stars and dead heroes who shaped history). It's totally fine, as long as we’re on the right side of the law. What fascinates a person is a difficult principle. Some of it I can understand and I’m able to draw assumptions from — I like guys with long hair coz my first real boyfriend was the first person I loved to bits — and some I won't. I have no idea why I still have the hots for Robert Redford. I mean, look at him. He's a hundred years old (or at least very close to it). Attempting to make sense out of it is pointless. It's random, like my dreams. All I’m saying is that I’m done with judging myself for it. I guess it's quite normal to go out with someone who looks like my ex. (Readers, you want to chime in here?) I've done it and I don't worry about getting stuck in a rut or anything coz if my taste has changed once, it'll alter once again. If not, I’ll just go with the flow. As long as people don’t mess with me psychologically, who cares?

My ex - ‘M’ comes back to the city in a week. It never worked out between us coz we both expected things neither could give. Nevertheless, we are still very good friends. I guess one thing I consistently do is have a lot of contact with my exes. I’m definitely not a pain-avoidant.

After the breakup I take time to go through my own sort of healing process but I do start interacting with my exes after I’m completely over them and when it's much easier and more enjoyable to hang out with them as a friend. As a result of which, most of my male friends are my exes. ‘M’ comes in time for my birthday which means that I have an extra friend to celebrate with- more presents!

I spent a significant amount of time today planning for my birthday. I’ve decided to have a themed party! Yeah and it’s a gothic one. Planning is still underway and lots of lists to come up with so I’ve got Ash to help with all of it.

For those of you who are interested in the recording below by David Usher and it is quite amazing. It’s worth listening to it just for the acoustic version of ‘The Music’ (and the rest of the tracks are equally compelling). I still love David Usher three years and a thousand playbacks since I heard it the first time. If you like this song then I highly recommend listening to ‘black black heart’. It sounds great.

A Weekend with Ash

On Friday I went clothes shopping with my friend Ash, who has a terrific sense of style. Afterwards I went to her place to stay over for the night. One of my favorite things about Ash is that, she can and does make a diagnosis of people at the drop of a hat- My friends, men I introduce her to and people we pass on the street. It’s all very disturbing but true. So while I met her to get details of what she had been up to she ended up dissecting my life. After that we talked about how we had to figure out our lives; we discussed careers, what most of our friends were up to, and a plan to move to her list of most livable cities in India. Among our many pastimes, Ash and I count discussing our dislike for marriage as one of our favorites. This is because our approaches on the subject allow for maximum conflict and arguing with parents. Eventually, after a great many frustrating conversations, we have been able to reach a compromise: we will live together at the age of 30 when our folks have given up on us. This satisfies both my need for someone caring to live with and the desire to have a person that understands me completely. She has that look that makes you want to sit on her couch and tell her about your mother. Our friendship developed in college. She was a cheerful girl whose open face and sprightly demeanor allowed her to make jokes about anyone or anything. She spared no one, not even me and that’s why I was terribly fond of her. I realize my good friend will be highly uncomfortable with being discussed online but that’s just something she’ll have to deal with, on her own.

Though the continuous disappointment and relentless drama in my life, have been the core of this blog since its initiation, the permutation of good friends and decent drugs has meant that they are joined every once in a while by something impending, if not contentment, at least glimpses of it.

In a week and a half, I will enter my 25th year on this earth. I have been trying and trying to figure out how the hell to celebrate it. A couple of months ago I had the most brilliant idea anyone's had since slicing bread: I would invite my crew to join me at this local pub and they would drink in my honor to The Doors and Jimi Hendrix (okay, not so brilliant or new). But my heart isn’t in it.

My friends who are way past twenty five tell me that twenty five is much better than twenty.
I am full of hope that this is true. I mean, they could hardly be worse, could they?

Could they?

I went for the movie WALL-E in the morning with Tony, Runa, Ruan, Runa’s little sister and her friend. We felt like kids again (or I did, anyway) as we watched the movie. What’s not to love? The movie has cute little robots that make you go awwwww….
I did like one particular song performed by Peter Gabriel that played while the credits rolled. Until I get my hands on it, I guess I’ll have to stick to uploading this track by Keane on today’s post.

Alternative rock giants Keane was on the top of their form when they came out with ‘To the End of The Earth’ in 2001 that was part of the B-Sides not released on albums. True to the genre, the track, ranged from 3 to 4 minutes. This song encompasses a wealth of piano rock, with Tom Chaplin producing some of the best singing of his career. Click on the player and have a listen to ‘To the End of The Earth’. You’ll love it.