What it all comes down to...

...is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet...
Alanis Morissette (Hand in my pocket)

When I saw this song on VH1 on Friday morning I'd written this blog in my head. Of course I don't remember what I wrote... :)

But I've loved this song.
I like Alanis.
I like Sheryl Crow too.
I love Tracy Chapman.
I like women singers. Am I biased? Yeah yeah! More 'girl power'. Go baby go!
(Geez! do I sound like a teenage version of Germaine Greer?..no offence to you lady, but I don't wanna burn my bra and I definitely want the man to open the car door for me or pull out a chair for me or throw his coat over slush for my delicate feet clad in beautiful Prada to step gingerly over it - that none of it has ever happened to me, nor is there any likelihood of it ever happening is another matter, but yeah, I like being old fashioned).

I like Ashley Judd. The best profile and legs I've seen on a woman in a long long time.

I saw Anniyan.
Vikram, the male hero has acted remarkably in some scenes. His instant switch from one angst-ridden, hell-spewing, murderous character to a righteous, whingeing 'but -dammit-I can't stand up to the meanies' character is superlative. The movie? All I can say is I dislike such violence. Ugh!

I saw 'Salaam Namaste'.
Breezy, hip, funny. Very very nice.

I've been meaning to write a whole lot about issues relating to women (I'd actually scribbled it all on the paper last weekend, because things I read about was food for thought, but then I couldn't muster up the enthu for the same....too many thoughts raging inside at the same time. I can't keep pace with it).

Salsa is coming to an end. I think I'll renew it. I really enjoy it.
Want to take up the guitar. Seriously.
Want to revisit pottery. I enjoyed that thoroughly.
Books are as always - want to take up at least 5 at a time and gobble them up. Will probably take up some speed reading classes at some time.
Want to send ma to Vienna next year. Will probably visit Dubai and meet Sarita and have Irfan come there, and have a blast. Who knows?! I'll ask Sarita to employ me. Star TV...here I come!

Ere I end this post, just a thought that struck me last afternoon while watching the movie...
My instincts told me that there was something cooking. But I took the risk and voiced it, knowing and yet dreading the outcome, but hoping for a miracle. He didn't. And the miracle never took off. Got stuck on neutral.

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you’re already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic... don’t you think?
A little too ironic...
Alanis with Ironic


At least I can tell myself, 10 years later, I tried, I cried, I died. And I lived.
What will he ever say? I never tried, I wished, I wonder, what if?

What it all boils down to is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet? nope!nah! nyet! non! ...

Ask me in 200 years from now and then maybe.... !