What's in a name???????

So there mates…….


your encouraging me felt awesome I must tell you. Your responses and eagerness for more enthralled me to the very tips of my hair. Mads, that’s one mail that will remain in my inbox until apocalypse raps smartly on my front door. Bev, your enthusiasm is so contagious I am sure it will prove to be a major rival to the swine flu. But you guys are acting all coy and not coming up with names for this blog. So be it then….. I came up with a few names of my own. ‘Let there be wit” and “much ado about everything”. The latter being the one I finally used. I know it sounds lamer than a one legged man trying to win an ass kicking competition.



But like the beloved Juliet says “what’s in a name?”Well, little did she realise that it’s the name itself that would be the harbinger of her death. I am sure if Romeo was not a Montague but a Khan the two would never have been written about because, well they would be alive wouldn’t they? Talking of these two love birds I was just thinking how convenient it would be for some more love stories of their kind to blossom currently. For those of you who are unaware R&J met at a masquerade party and it was literally love at first sight cause R had a mask on and it’s only the eyes that J saw and got attracted to at first. With the ongoing swine flu rampage in Mumbai and masks becoming 'the' thing to wear I am sure we don’t need masquerade balls for young people to look into each others eyes and fall in love. Gross I tell you. Yeah so you see you don’t have to become all despondent at the idea of sporting masks…. Look at the flipside people the very mask might find you your soul mate. But please get married after the swine flu is cleared because you don’t want to repent having seen the eyes and only realising later that the face sucks... phew!!


Talking of the swine flu I think I am indebted to it in more ways than any human can be except one owning a pharmaceutical company can be to a disease. That’s because I don’t have my Social Involvement Programme work to report to, have holidays so I can laze around at home and well it gives me a topic to write about.


Basically I’d be really grateful to the person who can tell me why exactly the swine flu is still called the swine flu....... Last I heard it took to mutating into something worse than it was and that bacon is still on the shelves doing decent business {so is ham and pork for all my meat loving people there}.

Even though there are no signs of the grey clouds of monsoon in this part of India that many a Bollywood lyricist uses as a parameter to compare the rich darkness of the heroine’s hair in Hindi songs we’re having a lot of thunderbolts being hurled upon us I must tell you. The biggest and most electrifying one is the cancellation of college festivals and on the whole festivals of all kinds. {By the way aren’t rain clouds grey? So what do these songs mean? That the lover is old and has grey hair????? Or are they colour blind????} I can already hear howls of disbelief of the college going population ranging in the age group of 15 to 21… sad but that’s what they call life you know, when a manic flu cancels much awaited festivals. That is your smart quote for today….


Life is also when wily and smart assed writers with one blue whale of an imagination portray vampires as the hottest thing on the block next to being stuck in the sauna in a thriller movie. Half the women I know are hooked to the twilight saga or true blood, the most happening series on television courtesy HBO. I am sure Stephanie Meyers and Alan Ball must be having a ‘ball ‘of a time looking at their sky rocketing bank balances that makes them richer than New York’s ‘mayor’{pun very much intended}….

Well that half of the population I mentioned earlier includes me and quoting the Jonas Brothers if I may do so ‘don’t charge me for the crime’. The funny part is we are searching for someone who has a sliver of the qualities Edward Cullen or Bill Compton has. The thing that's even funnier is that it really doesn’t matter to us whether they're named Edward, Bill, Eric or Frank Hardy or Ramu Kaka. If they are a vampire and a good one at that, well they fit the bill. No wonder we can’t find anyone like that because some how it slips off our minds like an ill fitted wig from a sweaty baldy’s head that these dream characters are frigging vampires. So for the life of me I can’t understand why we look out for a human. Oh well!, maybe until we do find a some what second hand human substitute we should indulge ourselves with mere drooling over twilight and true blood. . .....

Ughhhhhhhhhhhh see cute vampires do that to you. You feel like you’re a bloody housefly caught in a platinum spider web…… and it would be a bonus if spidey {as in Spiderman} comes along to save the day… Sorry for the overdose of inhuman/superhero movie/novel characters……….

Well until Edward, Bill or Spidey {and not a random sidey} comes along…………..


Yours stuck in the Romantic- Sci-Fi- Supernatural -Heroes zone


Falak