Bohemania

So the exams are over and done with (say it with me now...FINALLY!) and everyone was just in the right mood to release stress and go crazy...not just crazy but out of the world,wacko,bogus crazyyyy. So we decided to have the boho party, otherwise known as and officially christened the bohemian theme party. Well it started off bohemian, and by the time everyone arrived in costumes it overextended into a bit of everything. Psychedellic 70s,modern gadget man,hawaiian floral designs, and mismatched homewear. yep, we were a motley assortment, but one that reflects the true spirit and hullabaloo tht can take place when a bunch of post-stressed, too free, weird by default ppl get tog!
We were what u'd call , an organized mess.
Primary planning committe consisted of pooh,yogajunk,ms evil, shantu and urs truly *takes a bow*. Secondary planning committee :bs, rj and franko ie : miscellaneous contributions.
planning committe was in charge of making sure everyone stuck to the theme and dindt get away easy with anytihng normal and sane.Hence planning committee went about draping multicoloured shawls and scarfs in various ways over the guys, who seem to be suffering frm a grave lack of imagination and sense of adventure...but i'll give them some credit for being so cooperative and spotting, even when bs ended up lookin like a cross between sinbad, arafat and a bandit who dindt know how to wear a skirt. (i'll let ur imagination run wild here)...and rj had a black and white striped turban wound over a plastic cup, strategically placed on the top of his head. Franko got away realtively easy, with just a few colourful shawls tied randomly around him...but lets not push it,it was good enuff by general standards :p
The girls were fabulous...and really went all de way!amazing ppl...there was a gypsy with 3 too many layers of clothes, who cld hav looked like laundry hung out to dry, had she not looked so pretty and exotic!There was ms hawaii herself,colourful and lively,right down to the flower in her hair - only thing missing frm the pretty picture was the orchid garland!there was the abu dhabi princess, in her long flowy skirt and turban (think of a female version of the indian snake charmer)...and of course the ubiquitious shawls and huge loud beads and jewellery to top it all off.
and then there was pseudo macy-mad- gray. picture yogaj (fr those who know her, ud know how pertinent this is) in pastel 3/4 length slacks, the colour of paddle pop ice cream and imagine a shirt that rosie fr PCK wld wear, something loud,gaudy and inarbitarily ugly. and there was a shimmery red shawl tied over the pants to add (even) more colour.. Now imagine tht combination, on yogaj, with bright orange shades, and...AND A HUUUUUUUUUUUGE AFRO WIG. it gets better. a huge afro wig adorned with hairpins and scrungies. Bohemian suddenly seemed to pale in comparison to THAT getup, whatever it cl be clasified under!!? i probably do it no justice , its a sight to behold. *note to self : must try to put up pics as proof*

that's just the costumes and the cast.
the plot is another post by itself...
no energy to go into it and i'm hoping someone wld do it more justice than i can *hint hint...looks at yoga*
am bursting to write abt it all, but im still pretty overwhelmed by the happening events of the past 2 days, to put it in writing wld take tremendous energy - the mere thought of it is daunting enuff!
for now, it shld sufficeth to sayeth that if there's anything abt my life that's worth envying, it must be that fact that i have amazing friends. u guys are the best.
wld really luv to write more abt the boho party...had so much to write about it..but its hard to reallyy get down to it now....kinda preoccupied and disturbed...feeling bad fr a good friend...heard some rotten news and she's very distressed, with good reason too..wish i cld be there fr her and not flying off across the globe at this time...hope she's gonna be ok...sometimes things happen and its so painful and upsetting that ur convinced it must be the biggest disaster that cld ever happen...and thts where we miss the silver lining.some losses, are really not a loss, i feel it helps to think (personally at least) that perhaps some ppl,were never really meant to be part of our lives afterall, and so, when they leave us fr whatever reason, it might help to remember that we can't actually lose what never was ours in the 1st place.
That dindt make sense?no matter. many things in life and about life, dont.
to think this started off happy and chirpy, i was feeling all warm and fuzzy and fulfilled... reflecting the aftermath of the boho party ...and now i feel like a deflated balloon..a big one...im beginning to think life is like London weather.
outside, without any kinda warning or indication, its started to pour.
Bed is the best place to go to now.

My Tribute

Just sharing some excerpts from the eulogy by Dr wee kim wee's grand daughter which was in the papers yesterday. I was hoping to locate it among the online archives but don't think its up.
I would have written the whole eulogy out, but its quite long...hence just selected excerpts. leaves you smiling thru tears..it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling all over just reading it...it was so heartfelt and revealed so much about the kinda person/grandpa he was. What came across especially strong, was his love for his wife, chocolate and other good things in life, and above all, how he embraced life in itself. I found it especially moving - its so simple, and yet so close to the heart and shares so much about the man, a side to him that we all probably knew existed but may not all have experienced 1st hand. I never knew a thing about him, except that this was the face i saw on tv, the picture i saw on th e walls, in every bank and office for so many years.. the figure i always felt was so grandfatherly, exuding warmth and kindness, the serenity that surrounded his presence and his ability to connect with people, sans pomp and any sign of Superciliousness as he took his rounds on the padang every national day. The epitome of charisma, according to me.That smile.It reached out to one and all.I loved what i saw.

A grand daughter's farewell :

"He was a man who enjoyed life to the fullest.

I thank my grandfather for showing us what it is to really love another person. i also thank my grandfather for showing us what it is to love life......

He collected snuff bottles and coins and stamps. He travelled the world,he played sports,planted fruit trees. he loved the smell and taste of hazelnute coffee. He had a sweet tooth.He especially loved ice cream - rum and raisin was his favourite flavour.....

Once someone gave him 6 turkeys. i think the idea was for them to be fattened up and then eaten. my grandfather looked at home. he spoek to them, he gave them names.I remember my mother said to me, 'oh no, he's given them names.we'll never get rid of them now.'
He respected life, even the life of an animal.....

If you wish to honour his memory, then live your life to the full,stand by your friends,cherish your family,listen to everyone with an open mind and welcome those who cross your path with an open heart"

As we reflect, this is hardly tribute enough to the man who warmed so many hearts with his humility, simplicity and quiet strength and dignity..And who can forget that that oh so sweet smile that's become synonymous with the person. A reminder to us, to celebrate life, our lives and that of others, if that was his secret to that pleasant & joyful disposition, its worth giving it a shot!