Invitation
I have an invitation to Tarun Tahiliani's fashion show @ Taj Krishna
tomorrow night. Mmm..I have another invitation to a party @ Touch
tomorrow night. Both the events are by invitation only. Interested
hot (hooooooooooooooooooot) girls are cordially invited. :-)
Here is the plan. First we go to Taj. Watch the crap and then go to
Touch and get drunk. Then we go to my apartment. (Because by then
it will be really late).
Teeritiri teeri. Laaala lala laaala.
14 comments:
Ah, if I was in Hyd! Of course, we would go to my apartment, my Mom would fix you a nice cuppa coffee and send you home after telling you to drive carefully :)
Smiles, when did your focus change? you used to be a 'guys guy' man... a man's man :p
So enlighten us Smiley, with your new knowledge of haute couture, what's the season's new pink?
Monkey: Smiley was never a guy's guy. He was a guy's girl. Right, Patrix?
Darn. You wouldn't have had to put this post up if I was in Hyd! ;)
Sorrow.
Its better not to write on Sorrow.
When I was young I thought sorrow was the naked pregnant prostitute in a Van gogh
That sorrow was like a song that wafted from afar
About unrequited love
About a nothingness in our lives
That sorrow of silences .
But today sorrow has the hues of the settling dust
A hint of betrayal
The smell of death
The bite of the cold night air when there’s no roof to call your own
Sorrow is the language of misfortune
That talks to you from the dry eyes of a mother
When her children lie buried in rubble that was once shelter.
Sorrow is the memory of a happy yesterday
And the waste around one now.
They say that the soul of the world is one.
That it lives in us.
Then this sorrow is ours too.
And if we truly Listen to the sacred silence within us
We’ll know that we are looking into our very own eyes
And the dead are ours
This sorrow. ours.
Universal soul?
I don’t know for sure. But some have felt it.
They say you become very brave afterwards.
You can stare at death’s face calmly.
makes life is pretty simple .
and I am sure they know what it is to be happy.
Ps: me nonick is a closet poet(blush). Smiley’s is the only place iam not shown the boot . This one is in support of desipundit’s call for quake relief.
Gabby baby: You think I would drink coffee and drive back? Naaa naa naa re. There is always plan B.
Earth man: Dont confuse me further man. I am already confused. Btw, are we going to the show?
Leela: I cant put in words. Sigh. Sigh.
::M:: What was I telling you when you left?
Patrix: Indeed, I was kicked out of the party later. More on it sometime.
Nonick: You deserve a post. Let me do the service for you.
*grin* Smiley, dear. You weren't talking much, so I wouldn't know! ;)
Nonick, that was awesome! You really should restart your blog.
smiley: dont bother. allow me to shamelessly use ur comment box.
leela: i wud love to take a bow. but we dont(cant) do tht here anymore.
:)
i'm a hot girl as in i'm a girl and itz hot in Hyd :))
since i live so close to Touch I thought it shud b my place rather than urz but then 'the best laid plans go awry....' n i see that itz a lille too late now
::M::baby, When did I get time to talk whenever we met? (Puns and double entendres uninted).
Leela: Hmm..last time I checked there is no restart button at blogger. Ha ha ha ha.
Swathi: Better late than never. Step 2 and Step 3 in my (best laid) plan can be implemented any day. Here is my opening line (why waste time at the bar?) Hmmm.. its so hot. Is it Hyderabad or you?
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