The Voice In My Head…

Further to this post, let’s start at the beginning.

There is a saying, “Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it”. It’s obvious that the old me had *no* idea what I was getting myself into, because one day, I actually asked my mum to look out for proposals for me.

Yes, I admit it, I opened Pandora’s box.

I suppose, like Pandora, I was curious. Perhaps I wondered what sort of men were out there. Or perhaps I thought it would be fun. Or that I’d actually meet someone I’d like. I don’t really remember my motivation back then - we’re talking about 3 to 4-ish years ago now.

Anyway, whatever was the motivation, I asked - and indeed, like our good Lord says, it was answered.

Well, somewhat.

I was out of Bombay, on holiday with my parents at the time. I had of course asked a while before then - and had *no* idea of what was awaiting me.

An aunt (who I admit was well meaning) conspired with my parents & we land at her place for lunch - and voila! There’s Husky.

I catch on pretty quick (I’m a bright one, I am) and immediately realised why Husky was there. Not a little annoyed with my parents (I mean seriously, they could have just told me), I was actually all *yay* in my mind. Silly me, this was all quite new & exciting, an adventure of sorts!

So, there I was - suddenly all alone - with Husky in the living room (enthu aunt had whisked away my parents on some pretense to another room).

Seeing as it was my first time, I was not sure what I should be saying or not - and I was DESPERATELY trying not to SMILE - I was having such a brilliant time inside my head.

Now, at this stage, let me give Husky due credit & tell you that he was very cute.

In fact, like mum pointed out later, he looked quite like Paul Rudd, though she didn’t quite say Paul Rudd, she said “Phoebe’s Mike” (you know, Phoebe’s bf/husband on ‘Friends’?) - and till today we call Husky, Mike. But I digress.

Husky / Mike was cute. Very cute. I’m actually thinking - nice, this proposal thing is not so bad!!

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I mean seriously, this is me - Melody, who gets bored with things after a while. How long could I stand the jarring red??!

Well, it was good great for the longest time, but I just looked at ze old blog today & was like OMG, seriously: there’s *waaaay too much color* there.

Remem?

And so, we go colorless-ish. Barring the header, which, yes indeed, is:
(a) sepia &
(b) me (not a photoshopped image, I really did get all dressed up for those pics, long story).

Have no idea for how long we’ll keep it this way. Till we get bored again probably.

Anyway, for all those who’re new fans (yes, we do care about you), here’s what the TVIMH used to look like, early in the day:

Before

Before before

(yes, then it had a different name too, brilliant of you to catch on).

Meanwhile, I haven’t added / edited tons of stuff: tags, links, all the other pages etc. ‘pose will do so eventually. But you know what, I just had to change. And I love the fact the whole exercise took me only a few minutes. Wordpress is brilliantly easy to use & maybe I’ve finally made it upto ‘terminal junkie’ level!

(yeah exactly, a marathon of blogging)

(click on image for official site)

These are the topics:

Infrastructure: Sunday, 20th April 2008
How can we improve the traffic condition in our city?

Politics: Monday, 21st April 2008
How do we change the focus of politics from caste/religion to grassroot issues?

Entertainment: Tuesday, 22nd April 2008
Does Bollywood overshadow regional cinema in India?

Media: Wednesday, 23rd April 2008
Why are Indian news broadcast channels not as mature as their International counterparts?

Gender: Thursday, 24th April 2008
What are the challenges that society faces in accepting the concept of alternate sexuality? How can we address them?

Sport: Friday, 25th April 2008
Are ‘media’ and ‘commercial interests’ in cricket the only reason that are killing other sports in India?

All you have to do is decide which topic/s you’re going to blog about, do it on that day & then add these technorati tags to your post blogathonindia, blogathonindia1

I’d also appreciate if the bloggers from Mumbai who’re participating - and there ought to be *LOTS* of us - leave me a comment here with links to your posts.

I’ll be blogging for the Blogathon too & so will cya there! (well, it’s on cyberspace, but you know what I mean

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Edit: So, I did not blog for the Blogathon. I was down with Bronchitis for the last week, and well, there’s always next year.

It is a truth universally acknowledged in India, that young lasses in their late twenties are just crying out to elderly aunties (known and unknown) for help to get married. “Find me a man, any man - it doesn’t matter; if he’s male, he’ll do”. This knowledge firmly in place, many an aunty has set out on that seemingly daunting task - playing God - by setting out to find suitable Adams for every Eve they know.

I’m pretty certain many of them maintain books with details of young girls and boys, which are then swapped gloriously, hopefully, gleefully with rubbed hands and delightfully fake humble sighs - “It’s only our duty to help”

Many a such trials has this fair (ok, wheatish) lass had to endure. Out of pure love for you her blog groupies (nay, it is a love slightly tainted by her desire to club certain aunties and so-called suitable suggestions) this lass will recount her [mis]adventures with the men who were offered as mates.

Today I am breaking earlier vows of silence and introducing you to the world she has inhabited over the last few years. My friend Arnold thinks my “I’m sure ____ doesn’t read my blog” thinking should be recorded for future vindicative use against me - though honestly, I really don’t think any of these guys read my blog, so I’ll be as honest as I can about all the incidents without giving away any names.

Some of the characters you will meet from this world are:

* Husky the Sailor Boy
* INot (I’m not talking) the Psychiatrist Boy
* Playboy the Pilot Boy
* Serious the Chef Boy
* iDoc the Surgeon Boy
* Smiley the Builder Boy
* GOPTIP (Great on the phone, *Terrible* in person) the Banker Boy
* MaMeN (Marry me now) the second Pilot Boy
* Quiet the Dentist Boy

and of course, my pièce de résistance - the story which beats all my friend’s proposal nightmare stories hands down (yes, of course we swap stories) -

* PFH (the Proposal from Hell) who was, the Proposal from hell (seriously) Boy (perhaps)

AND EXTRA (don’t you love the number of things you get with this blog!) you will also get to “meet” the aunties, the friends, you will come along with me & suffer with me a little hopefully, even while you laugh out loud.

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If you’re new at TVIMH, you might want to acquaint yourself with these true stories:
Weirdass Proposal Story
So, we’re talking and then
White Lies and White Wine (a bit of the former, none of the latter)
Men: Falling for me. Falling on me. And taking me down with them.

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Based on whether you love Bombay or not, the words you’d chose to describe the city would be - crowded, filthy, noisy, spirited, alive, fun!

Whether positive or negative though, you’d probably never describe Bombay with these words - Vast, Green, Old World Charm!

And yet, that’s exactly what St. Pius X College (commonly referred to as the ‘Goregaon Seminary‘) is like (see an aerial view here).

It’s a fact not commonly known, that I was conceived in Goregaon Seminary. My parents were doing a ‘Marriage Encounter‘ there, about 4 yrs after their wedding. And lo & behold, I was formed! Not an immaculate conception (!) but a blessed conception for sure! I know lots of other facts about my pre-born state that I’m sure you all are dying to know but this post is about the seminary.

I went to the Goregaon Seminary for the first time in my (post-born, lol) life two Saturdays ago. It was like taking a trip outside Bombay, or perhaps to Bombay, but in a century long ago - All the the greenery, the sheer vast openness of it all.

And the building itself was so beautiful! Old World Charm all carefully preserved in an air of quiet and sanctity. I spent the weekend at the Seminary as I was attending a Bible Seminar (nope, I’m not becoming a priest!).

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