Although Valentine's day has never meant much to me, other than admiring the red and pink stuff all around, I just thought of the perfect gift for my hubby dear.
Embarrass him by writing about him! If that is not true love then what is?
I love that if you wake up before me, you will get the coffee and the breakfast started, knowing how much I like a hot breakfast on weekends.
I always sleep off watching a show we both like, you are generous and thoughtful enough to not finish watching the show, knowing I will 100% never get around to watching the show if you've already seen it.
On the matter of TV, you watch all the shows you hate but I love with me, I on the other hand..umm..am not so cooperative.
You know I never buy a cookie with my lunch sandwich, so once in a while, you'll buy one and save it to share with me in the evening.
Knowing how much I love flowers, but don't have a green thumb, you'll buy me flowers when you go grocery shopping.
The poopy diapers are always your department.
I have to never set the toilet seat. So I don't know what the battle is with other spouses.
You will eat whatever I make, if you don't like it enough, you will not complain then, maybe later. It saves a fight :)
You always take the trash out!
You are always optimistic, it makes me calmer.
Of course you have annoying habits as well, but those don't count (right now ;) )
Love you to bits and the things you do...
M
Monday, February 14, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
Talent Show
A few days back, I was just thinking about the time when I was less shy, more bold and not a follower but a leader. What happened to that Megha I wondered. I actually know the answer to that, but that is for another post. What is for this post is this wonderful memory from a long time ago...
I think we were in 9th or 10th grade. I am inclined to think it was the 9th. So we had to put up little talent shows in celebration of the school's b'day. (Interesting tidbit here, our school's birth date is 23-4-56. (23rd April, 1956) Cool right!)
So we were all tasked with coming up with a creative program. A song, a dance, a skit something. Now I wasn't exactly a part of the coolest kids on the block, but neither was I part of the not-cool-at-all kids. I was in between and I was pretty happy with where I was. There was no pressure in the place and I had innumerable friends and people who loved me and I loved and it was all a happy place. Now when this talent show came about, we didn't know what to do. The cool kids were going to be performing dances from all the happening numbers - "Resham ka rumaal", "Madho rama.." and we weren't invited to that party. And it wasn't that we were dying to be invited to it, we just didn't want to feel talent-less?
So somehow, one thing led to another and I found myself organizing a dance and guess who was the choreographer? Yes, the happy young me. Not only that, we didn't have the song on cassette, in the voice of Ila Arun or Asha Bhonsle. So my plan was to actually sing the song! I am not exactly a novice at dancing, I have 6 years of Kathak training under my belt or foot and hands. But singing - well let's just say, when I used to go for singing lessons, the teacher was more keen on my playing the harmonium, which of course I could play easily.
So my partner in crime R, set the wheels in motion and got a few girls together. Now the absolute best part about these talent shows and such was we could bunk classes! And naturally we picked the most sleep inducing classes to bunk, namely Geography.
Word got out and soon, girls from all the different sections of the standard we were in, wanted to perform too. My memory is a bit foggy here, how many of us eventually ended up on the stage. But the D day came and all the girls dressed in their Gujarati finery (did I mention it was a Gujarati, dandia song?) got up on stage.
It all happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react, that me, with my bass-less voice, was behind the mike singing and making a bunch of giggly, giddy girls dance to my moves! Although our show was no where near the quality of the other group, ( that was orchestrated by A, she is a bollywood choreographer now), I have very fond memories of this event. How this bunch of girls trusted my dance moves and as uncool as they were, got up on stage and danced and looked bloody beautiful doing it.
Cheers to all of you!
I think we were in 9th or 10th grade. I am inclined to think it was the 9th. So we had to put up little talent shows in celebration of the school's b'day. (Interesting tidbit here, our school's birth date is 23-4-56. (23rd April, 1956) Cool right!)
So we were all tasked with coming up with a creative program. A song, a dance, a skit something. Now I wasn't exactly a part of the coolest kids on the block, but neither was I part of the not-cool-at-all kids. I was in between and I was pretty happy with where I was. There was no pressure in the place and I had innumerable friends and people who loved me and I loved and it was all a happy place. Now when this talent show came about, we didn't know what to do. The cool kids were going to be performing dances from all the happening numbers - "Resham ka rumaal", "Madho rama.." and we weren't invited to that party. And it wasn't that we were dying to be invited to it, we just didn't want to feel talent-less?
So somehow, one thing led to another and I found myself organizing a dance and guess who was the choreographer? Yes, the happy young me. Not only that, we didn't have the song on cassette, in the voice of Ila Arun or Asha Bhonsle. So my plan was to actually sing the song! I am not exactly a novice at dancing, I have 6 years of Kathak training under my belt or foot and hands. But singing - well let's just say, when I used to go for singing lessons, the teacher was more keen on my playing the harmonium, which of course I could play easily.
So my partner in crime R, set the wheels in motion and got a few girls together. Now the absolute best part about these talent shows and such was we could bunk classes! And naturally we picked the most sleep inducing classes to bunk, namely Geography.
Word got out and soon, girls from all the different sections of the standard we were in, wanted to perform too. My memory is a bit foggy here, how many of us eventually ended up on the stage. But the D day came and all the girls dressed in their Gujarati finery (did I mention it was a Gujarati, dandia song?) got up on stage.
It all happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react, that me, with my bass-less voice, was behind the mike singing and making a bunch of giggly, giddy girls dance to my moves! Although our show was no where near the quality of the other group, ( that was orchestrated by A, she is a bollywood choreographer now), I have very fond memories of this event. How this bunch of girls trusted my dance moves and as uncool as they were, got up on stage and danced and looked bloody beautiful doing it.
Cheers to all of you!
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