1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

I don’t do book reviews. But I just couldn’t have enough of this feeling that is stuck with me, past one week. I have recommended the book to every friend (Although, I know, one reads only when one has to and can.) Talked about the book on every social platform possible.
The dyn-o-mite, heart warming and ever so twisted love story by Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 . Yes. It is a love story.The delightful and delicious story has somehow crept into me. The book is rich in vivid characters. It unfathomably relates to every and any kind of reader. Unforseen events and yet, as a very regular book, it has mysteries within itself like eddy currents. There is a constant undercurrent of suspense that keeps you hooked. It is a work of fiction, written and narrated in a complete non-fictional way. So, I’m yet to decide on the genre of the book.
There is history in it.
Crime. Check.
Poetry. Check.
Food and recipe. Check.
Music. Double check.
Society. Duh.
Polictics. Check.
Adventure. Of course.
Philosophy. C’mon. We are talking about Murakami.
Romance. Already told’ya. Man. It’s a love story.
Short stories. Yes. Many. Bliss. Believe me.
No. All this blabber is not tiring me. I loved the book. When I picked up the book, I was unaware of any of this. I didn’t read anything about the author or about the book. Basically, the Murakami Fandom Enterprise would call me  Murakami Virgin. I’m so happy, that I no more am one. I want to go on and on. esp. about the story. And the characters. How their fate winds and unwinds about the moonlit passages of the worlds. Oh. That reminds me, it has parallel universes in it. ^_^
A randomist reader’s dream come true. Of course, I want to discuss about the story but I will wait, till someone reads it. I just don’t want to mess up anyone’s reading experience. No jinxing when it comes to good books. The last time, I had my mouth watering for a book, was ages before. (I think, it was ‘ The Book Thief’ by Markus Zusak.) But let us end this here. Lest, I would be reviewing the other one too. See, I am fickle as fickle could be.



The summer is almost over this year. The fun part of staying home and enjoying every tick is being all wetted by the rains. No more swimming. That part sucks the most, I say.
Yes. Some 90ish percent people on this planet love rains. And Darling! No. I don’t call this ‘cuddle weather‘. God knows what’s the fun in sipping soup and wanting to crawl back into blankets, at any and every part of the day.
Not that I am one of those super enthusiastic sportspersons. LMAO. Not even close. Am a lazy couch potato, who wants to wear minimal clothes, enjoys very few physical activities. And when i can’t meet my daily goals for maybe a day or two, I come here and rant. I don’t think that changes anything , not the weather paroxysm at the least.Having said that, I feel better though. Dopamine I guess. Some kind of feel good chemical in the brain has to be the reason. Everytime I complain about the weather, my Mom shrugs off and says,” Mother Nature has enough of these toddler tantrums.Quit sulking.”  Whatever.

That’s it, I suppose.I haven’t got much to write about today. And then there is my hot chocolate waiting for me to sluuurrrrp! 😉

Nena gets the dengue fever. #2

Nena was hosting a surprise belated birthday bash for 5 of her friends. It was going to be epic. She kept telling herself. The party was hell loads of fun. Though she didn’t smoke or drink that night. The music was great. In fact she danced way too much. She liked letting herself free on such occasions. Especially when it was an all girls jig. All the girls slept late. And of course woke up late. Nena dreamt a lot that night. She anticipated that she must be missing her best friend. She yet felt low when she woke up late next noon. It was only after when Summer happened to hug her, thanking her for the last night’s fun, did she realise that she was having a high temperature.  Summer panicked more than usual, Nena thought. But when Mona also showed the same reaction, Nena realised,  she was having a very high fever. 106. They checked. It was way too high. Nena was radiating heat waves. For the next 3 days, Nena had frequent occurrences of high fever. Summer took note of the temperature and maintained the paracetamol supplies. Mona attended Nena. With so much love,  Nena thought and smiled in the half asleep mode. After observing for 3 days, Mona and Summer concluded that it was either malaria or dengue. But of course , they were no doctors. Their conclusion was based on the symptoms Nena showed and their googling skills. Google always had the answers. On the 4th day, Mona had called the blood collector from some nearby pathlab. Blood tests would reveal correctly what it was. Nena had coughed blood that morning. She was terrified to see blood in the sink. To add to the pain, her eyes begun aching. She wanted to Google and find out what it could be, but she couldn’t even sit straight. She was drained off of her energy. All she did was dream weird and meaningless. She would be woken and made to eat in between.  Regular doses of paracetamol had painted her pallet bland. “In fact, food tastes like vomit.” She kept saying every time someone forced her to eat. Soon the blood tests showed :
Within half an hour, both Mona and Summer controlled their panic stricken selves.  And decided to take Nena to the physician. Others residents of the flat were also duly informed. 

Malana Cream and honesty.

I kept avoiding conversations about you. It felt good and forgotten.I felt the orenda working in me. But sooner or later, this had to be. They said, you have made many friends. Few of them being boys. Of course, it was no deathstroke to me.Over-thinking and shit, maybe.I remember, I was the first girl in your life.Best friend.Lover.And otherwise too. Now that we are no more than just a memory we treasure, I wonder what is it you are trying to do.
The same shy and socially awkward guy. The once girl-repellent-geek.Now a guy with 4 girls as his bffs. I’m happy I have groomed you enough. I am happy ,it is us you are searching for in every girl you meet. ‘Cause I know, you are filling up the gaps. The gaps that a lover has made can be ignored. But the space that a best friend has had is a fucking horcrux, you gotta carry it all around with you, your whole life. Trying to end it every time you make a friend. Desperately expecting this person to be of the same proportions of madness as your long lost best friend. But babe. This horcrux is not the kind that you can let go. Every best friend, once lost is a droid in your heart. And I am your malana cream,darling. I may not be a fantastic beast but I am what you see in your phosphenes.
I love you still and forever will. But we will never be together. After all, isn’t that true love. separated and yet nothing changes.Not even a million fights could make me hate you.

But you are no more my holiday wish. I haven’t obliviated our past. I know it looks all messy.The hair, the bed, the heart, the life and much more. But I am living my dream. And I hope you do too. 🙂

Nena goes off the wall. #1

The new city that she shifted to was not as much of unicorns and cupcakes as Nena had expected it to be. The city bored Nena’s pants off. She kept hoping that things will fall into place sooner. But there was one thing that somebody had to teach her,she never gave the city any time to prove itself. She ghosted past every lamppost in rapid strides. This being her daily routine, rarely did she even smile at the nearby grocery store guy. A few months, and she was famous as the ‘that unsocial’ girl, among her apartment people.That’s that with the apartment ladies. If you gossip and fake a smile, they talk about you when you are not there. If you don’t, they talk anyway. Nena was a spinster. Of course, she was a topic, pretty often. She was a mystery to all.These weren’t a bother to Nena. In fact, she was in her dreams of the summer haze. To get over with the assignment and move back to her safe city of love.
After three long months, she was getting a holiday. A national holiday. In fact, a whole of a weekend off. On her way back, she sat in the subway, partly reading partly wondering about what to do the next 2 days. The compartment was full of happy faces and sweatty people. She quit reading and plugged herself to the phone music. Loud enough to keep the thoughts away. That night, she had her dinner and tried watching a movie, but slept halfway through. The next day Nena was woken up by a call from her darling friend, Anci. Anci has just boarded the flight and is coming to ‘the new city.’ And the surprise triggered the wild cats in Nena. Anci was not the only one visiting. Krish too. She wished Neil and Winnie would also be there. But they couldn’t. These people were the anchors to Nena’s true madness. She would sway off to sanity pretty often. But then what are friends for.
A few hours more, and she would meet her friends, literally after months. There were days when Anci was her roommate and Neil,Winnie,Krish used to stay just in the next block [the guy’s hostel]. Now, each one of them were miles and miles away. Nena was super excited. She started pulling out dresses from her shelf. For sometime, she tried on every dress. Soon, tired enough, she left thinking about what she was gonna wear.
It was 4 in the evening.Both Krish and Anci had reached… Waiting for her in a cafe, in some ‘Blah Blah’ part of the city. After an hour of guidance, Krish successfully taught Nena how to reach the cafe. Soon there were loads of hugs and kisses. And a lott of memories relived. Krish used to stay in the city.Recently moved out. He had pretty many friends here. Anci and Nena had some girl talk for a while. Nena was way too bored to order coffee for herself. She literally lived on coffee, these days. “Shots.Two large.” she said.Both Anci and Krish turned their heads in awe. Nena was a person who kept herself from any of the potent fun. But man.She ordered a shot after shot. Hammered. Maybe the new city has brought some changes to her. Or maybe, she was just bursting the bubbles. She hadn’t a plan in her head. She didn’t even for once, think of what she was doing. Nena, Anci,Krish and some of his (Krish’s) friends kept talking.It felt good. Nena was talking and smiling after days.There had been days, where the only human interaction she had was paying her newspaper guy. And here she was, back to being herself. The music was good.The drinks were good. The company was too good.No one realized, but the skies had turned dark outside. At about 10, after 5 hours, Krish looked at his phone and the time stamp shocked him. Nena was heavily inebriated on the thought of having friends around and otherwise too.
That night was way more awesome.None of the combinations of the mere twenty six alphabets could explain how she felt . Nena made a legendary hammerfest that night. She threw up in the subway. And just before getting caught by the subway guards, they fled. Anci cleaned up Nena. Nena became a sorry dynamo. She kept apologizing for a while. Of course Anci knew how to stop that.Soon, Nena was all dancing around on the streets and talking funny shit with strangers. Laughing loud at the awkward cab driver.And Krish had the fun of his life. There was music all around. And the city now felt a little not-new. All she needed was friends. There bloomed so much love.

That night, Nena dreamt of rainbows.

Drastic? Maybe.

Locked and Sealed

Can you keep a secret? Have you ever — intentionally or not — spilled the beans (when you should’ve stayed quiet)?

People, don’t blame me if this sounds like one long twisted soap opera.Keep up with me buddy! ‘Cause I had to vent this out. Say, my best friend is Neil and his girl friend is Amanda. The scenario being:

Neil and Amanda are in this terrible long distance relationship that sucks the fun out of their love life. Although it is a total ‘not my circus, not my monkeys’ situation.One particular time, Amanda spent a night out with her friends. Turns out, she was with her ex that whole night.And Neil had no effing idea of where she was.In fact, Amanda avoided a conversation with Neil that day. Aaaand probably, she’s been double timing Neil and her ex all this while. I was pretty sure to keep myself aloof from all the drama happening. 

But Neil, somehow figured out that there was something fishy going on. I was basing the ethical decision of letting him know or not, on a financial and selfish concern of not loosing a flatmate. But I had this guilt piled up in me, of not letting my good buddy Neil know that he was being cheated.So the moment he wanted to have a tête-à-tête about the matter, I blurted. To top that, he wanted me to check her phone. That made a new zit erupt on the face of this mishmash. I found the evidence to Amanda’s shit. 
This was the Neil-Amanda imbroglio, with me as the catalyst. 
Needless to say, Amanda knows it was me who had helped Neil know about the truth. Does this sound drastic? Maybe. 

But then I will let you on with one more detail. This is the second time she is cheating Neil. So kudos to that. By the way, if you are worried about how am gonna deal with it, I don’t. I write about it and forget. 😛


There are things that we don’t exactly know why we do. There are hypothetical things we want to believe in. And existent worlds, we hope that they never did so. Each of us keep trying to figure out the sole purpose of our existence. All our life, we humans, wiggle our way through the crowds.Human race is like a desperate stream of water, branching itself through the paths thickened by pebbles.Seeping through. Trying to find the destination. Distributing and redistributing self and leaving a tiny part of ourselves in every person we come across. 

One such fancy belief that I love cultivating, is that whenever we come across a person, we exchange a minute part of our memories, involuntarily. Any person. Any random person, I say. Maybe the red-framed spectacles guy drinking chai at the dhaba on the other side of the road. The old lady who walked past me in the subway. No. I don’t remember how she looked. I just remember that for those 9 seconds of time, I had considered she was really pretty.So what, if I end up forgetting them by the evening. A mere moment of them in our lives makes a difference. 

Rains are good. They keep us home. At least physically. Although my brain is like one heluva drunkard, trotting willy-nilly from thought to thought.It hates staying home. The day i created this blog,I had no plans of how to use it or what to publish in it. I was hoping it got tired too, it had wandered enough. I slept not knowing that my thoughts were back to me, silently drawing pictures and making me smile in my sleep. I felt my brain petting me. 
I was woken up by Casper, licking my face all over. So happy to see me awake. And I am here, back again with my regularly irregular thoughts and brilliant brain suggesting more and more about this blog post. Enough of pondering. I have got to feed my sweet little love, Casper.