It's a dog's life

I love the stationary shops and can spend hours in one. 
When I got my bedroom renovated, I spent quite a huge amount of time (and a teeny bit of money, alas!) picking out bits and pieces to liven up my room and shelves. I was looking for a whiteboard with a marker that I could hang on my door just like the one that Joey and Chandler (from the hit TV series F.R.I.E.N.D.S) have.
If you ask me why do I need one, I do not have an answer. I did not have an answer when I was looking for it, but hey, it's my room and if I want a whiteboard with a marker and eraser and I am going to get myself one. Period.

So one evening, my flatmate and I head out to watch a movie (Captain America in 3D) and the only decent seats we get is for the 12:00 AM show. So we decide to utilise the couple of hours we have raiding the only shops in the vicinity that are open, followed by a dinner at burger king.
That's when I spot this ultra cute whiteboard. It's actually a chicken with this bright yellow borders and it holds a marker in it's arms or wings, whatever you may call it. 
(Here's a picture of it hanging right beside my door all bright and cheerful :)

I am delighted as it's the only piece left and I instantly buy it. We raid a few other shops and I end up buying a charming Charles and Keith sandal in blue and brown, and a wrist support to avoid carpal tunnel syndrome due to over-using the keyboard and the mouse at work, and few other knick-knacks. All of it took about an hour and even burger king closes at 11pm, leaving us with an hour to while away.
We roam around for about 30 mins gossiping about the essential differences in the views of a guy and a gal in a relationship and why some work whilst others don't. Profound topic and a giggling duo obviously means no sane conclusions whatsoever.
Finally, we sit down right in front of an escalator in a green bench-type thingy.
My flatmate gets a call from her home at that point, and needless to say I am completely bored. So, I start to go through all my shopping. I try on the shoes and admire them for a long time.
 I remove the whiteboard from the packaging it came in and uncap the marker.
I wonder what to write under the tiny heart shaped box marked "memo". Hmmm... I could be staying in my dream house. I'll wake up early in the morning as my pet St. Bernard (I love dogs and the bigger they are the more adorable they seem to me) will lick my face and thump it's tail against me. And I'll get up with a smile, put on my designer tracks and shoes, switch on the coffee machine and take my dog out for a walk.  
Before I realise I am writing down "Walk the Dog" under the memo with a stupid smile on my lips. 
Just then a guy walks across us towards the elevator, and as he spots me with all the shopping bags unravelled at my feet, a shoe in my hand and writing "walk the dog" on a memo pad at mid-night, in a deserted shopping mall and he gives me a look that says "the girl is completely bonkers....run!". And he actually runs away.
At the same moment, my flatmate and I both realise how it all might have seemed to that stranger and start laughing and don't stop for a long long time. 

The chicken-whiteboard - 3.70 $
The expression on the guy's face? Priceless.

Soul and Music

Last Friday Singapore's own Suntec City Mall played host to the immensely talented Raahat Fateh Ali Khan.

I am a person who thrives on music. You can always hear me humming or singing and I am the kind who comes up with a song for every word or occasion. I seem to know the lyrics to all the Bollywood songs and famous ghazals and long story short - I love everything musical. So for me this was a much awaited event. 

I have watched Euphoria (An Indian band led by Palash Sen) and Sonu Nigam perform live. The moment I heard of this, I booked my tickets. I simply adored Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Saahab. I am using the longer version of his name because I feel the need to shower him with all the respect I can muster. I really believe he was blessed by God himself. The way he sang, with so much power and so much passion, it was always a pleasure to listen, to watch him and to hum all the songs that later on featured in Bollywood. 

He gave the music for "Aur Pyar Ho Gaya"and I love all the songs from that movie.

I was actually sad and felt a genuine loss when he passed away.

Then came along Raahat Fateh Ali Khan as the forebearer of the glorious musical gharana of Pakistan. 

I remember the first time I heard him was for the song "Garaj Baras" from the movie "Paap". I heard his voice blaring through the speakers of my TV and I was happily stunned. What amazing talent!

And then went on the strings of all the beautiful songs that tugged on my heartstrings and had me crooning.

And when I sat through his concert, it was as promised - "Simply Raahat". It was so overwhelmingly emotional for me that I cried through half of the songs.

One moment I was clapping and dancing to "Mera Piya Ghar Aaya" and "Allah Hu" and the next moment I had tears streaming down my face with "Ajj Din Chadheya" and "Teri yaad".
His rendition of "Ore Piya" had me dancing and swaying and I had to stop myself from breaking free and dancing across the auditorium to the stage and kissing the man.

The man. The voice. The Music.

What they say is true - Music is the language of souls. 

When you encounter the sheer power of pure unadulterated music, you transcend all earthly barriers and in that moment you are one with nature, one with God. That's why Sufi music is so divine and so profound. And I felt it on Friday - goosebumps, tears and all.

Simply Raahat? Simply Divine....

Taxi No.9211

I had the best taxi ride home tonight and I feel I must blog about it because I know that if in future I do read my own blog and come across this, it will make me smile.
Ok, so there is this place called Murugan's Idli in Little India which has the best Dosa and Idlis in Singapore all served with an array of wonderful chutneys. Mmmmm lip-smackingy delicious.
My flatmate, this awesomely cute friend of mine from work and I go there every once in a while for dinner. I have been fasting for Ramzan this year and hence to break the fast we decided to go to our good old Murugan's.
As per our Murugan's ritual, we always end our dinner with a trip to Mustafa's (it's a huge market-mall place in Singapore where you can find anything and everything from all over the world and all in reasonably cheap prices). And my friend and I end up singing and dancing to famous bollywood numbers while holding hands. We have never been drunk in that situation, but I swear to God anybody who sees us is convinced that we must have had at least a bottle of wine each! I guess we just get drunk on the happiness. It's always so much fun!

Tonight, we were singing the songs " Main shayar to nahin..." (From the hindi movie Bobby), Do lafzon ki hai dil ki kahani ... (the great gambler) and whilst we were in the middle of a loud rendition of "Chura Liya hai tumne jo dil ko... " (yaadon ki baraat), we got our taxi.
We got into the cab and since we did not want to leave the song half sung (my excuse - the song might take offense) we kept singing after we got in.
Now co-incidentally, the taxi-uncle turned out to be an avid fan of old hindi movie songs! He promptly started playing "Tum Bin Jaoon Kahan..." ( From the movie - Pyar ka Mausam - he explained) and we showed the appropriate enthusiasm with our "ooh wows" and "ahh very nice!"
That was all the encouragement he needed. He went on to say how exquisitely beautiful he thought Asha Parekh was (I kinda agree that inspite of her overly-large derriere, she was quite the looker in those days) and how handsome Shashi Kapoor looked.
"Now both become fat and ugly neh?" said uncle.
And we nodded our heads wisely saying...hmm true.
It turns out he was a fan of Madhubala and Sharmila Tagore too. And he adored Dev Anand and Rajendra Kumar.
Then he asked if we knew any Lata Mangeshkar's songs and if we would sing it for him. He apparently had a singer as his passenger but she was Tamil so couldn't sing his favorite hindi songs. I obliged and sang my heart out.
He rewarded me by putting on the only other song he had on his tiny mobile phone - "Main Shayar to nahin"!
"What a co-incidence?!" I gushed. We were just singing that!
And uncle was very happy and he was even happier and amazed that I knew the entire song - yet again!
I sang along in the taxi and then continued to sing other songs for him that include
- O nanhe se farishte from the movie ek phool do mali
- Aaja tujhko pukare mere geet re o mere mitwa mere meet  from the movie Geet
- Kaun hai jo sapno mein aaya ... this was because he loved Rajendra Kumar as well!

He advised me to go karaoke singing more often and I asked him if he goes often because he really was an excellent singer. Being a chinese he sang out Asli Naqli song beautifully.
He said he and his wife used to frequent Karaoke bars, but now he doesn't drink beer and so he doesn't go karaokeing - "no beer, no fun lah.... . Now I only sing for my wife", he said and laughed.

Ahh the romantics, they always re-kindle the faith I have in love and all forms of romance.

Then he said that though Shah Rukh Khan and all are very nice, old movies are still the best. Indian actors are so real and so good that they made him cry.
And here I was thinking, wow, hollywood has such great talent. They have amazing actors, while Bollywood is good only for hamming and melodrama. Taxi-uncle opened my eyes to all the talent that we have had the honour and fortune of watching in those growing-up years.
Hats-off to all the hard work and skill that goes into making Bollywood what it is today!

So, many songs and non-stop exchange of words and thoughts later,  I was at home and thanking him profusely for such an entertaining ride and hoping if I will even get to ride in his taxi again.
I'm hoping I do, because it's a small world and according to the spirit of Bollywood - anything might happen!

Fleeting moments with strangers can also leave you warm inside and these moments make you feel alive and happy.
Wishing uncle many more years of music and love...