I hereby designate you to be my husband!

I got a link in my mail today for www.designate.com.

The first time i tried it, i thought that in all seriousness i would get some answers to problems of life like "How do i get my writers to move their asses?". All i got was a virtual stuck-out tongue.

The second time round i got the hang of it, i typed in the question "Who should i marry?", with four names i thought could be potential hubbies.

Decided to do best of three. Two out of three times, it was a name that was, well, ironical in the context. Wonder what he'd do if he found out. But i'm not taking chances, no siree. Besides, i can't even blame the Web site. They have happily said that they will take no responsibility for any decisions taken using designate.

Dayem. Just when i thought i could palm the blame off on somebody else.

This day, last year.

This day, last year was Closure Day.
This day, last year i was out with G getting S's jeans altered.
This day, last year i was on the phone trying to figure out if i was going or not going.
This day, last year i was antsy - i needed certainty in my life.
This day, last year i was going to Neverland.
This day, last year i made it through Security Check in one shot and with fingers chewed to apologetic bits of flesh.
This day, last year i didn't want the sun to rise.
This day, last year was the last time.
This day, last year. I want it back.
This day, last year. I don't want it back.
This day, last year i hated him.
This day, last year i loved him.
This day, this year, i still swing between the two extremes.

Nyenhehehehe!

One of the things i love doing is going through other people's FB pages and checking stuff. A tad voyeurish, but hey, if it comes on my News Feed then i'ts worthy of a second look. So anyway, today i was browsing through Up's Notes and came across this link for urbandictionary.com - the place for new-age words with new-age meanings - where you type in your name and the urban meaning for it comes up:
Nabila
A silly, quixotic girl that loves bright colors and laughter. Do not, however, mistake her kindness for weakness because inside, she is a lioness waiting to strike.
Example: I saw this really cute girl fight some broad who was all in her face. She didn't back down or anything. She's so Nabila!
Guess they're talking about me. :)

I see you.

Ever since you've been posted closer home, i've been hoping to catch a glimpse of you. I didn't give any thought to what it would be like to see you again.

Which is why, when i finally caught you saluting somebody and my hand flew to my mouth to stifle the impending gasp that was my reaction, i was surprised. If nothing, this was definitely not i was expecting out of myself when i saw you standing there.

How the last six years have changed you. The last time i saw you, you were up on stage with your new bride, smiling at the cameras, looking at everyone. Everyone except me, that is. Marriage suits you - except for that hint of a paunch, the weight shows that you seem to be experiencing wedded bliss. You're still wearing your glasses. You skin seems to have turned a few shades lighter and rosier. You look happy. And...not spineless. You look like you don't need others to take decisions for you, that you can make decisions on your own and stick by them.

I'm tempted to call you. But maybe that isn't such a great idea. If the changes wrought are so visible physically, i wonder what it could have done to you as a person. And i don't think i'm ready for that, even after all these years. I'm satisfied with the memories i have.

I won i won i won!

Radio One has this CK contest going on for a while now. Today, when i woke up and switched on the radio, the contest was on again. On a whim, i decided to enter it. And even as i was typing the answer to the fill-in-the-blanks "I love my Calvin Klein because...", i instinctively knew i would win. Powerful gut feeling. So anyway, repressing my excitement, i sent the message. I waited out the next five minutes, not moving from where i was sitting on the bed, expecting a phone call any moment from the radio station and afraid that i would miss it if i moved. Sure enough, i got a call: "Hello? Ya hi, this is a call from Radio One. Congratulations, you have won the Calvin Klein Contest. Please hold on while i record your voice to air in five minutes."

Woo hooo! I got a gift voucher of Rs.1,500 from CK! As in, i won it though i still haven't got it in my hands.

Five minutes later, i was on air. I recorded the whole thing, but unfortunately cannot post it here - format issues. A called me up immediately after saying, "Were you on air just now, you cow???" So yeah, i was beaming all day long.

Lesson learnt: Listen to gut feeling more often, it'll only do you good!