My Gal Pals

It was Pateti (Parsi New Year) yesterday. Being non Parsi the only memories I have of this occasion is Bawi bringing home jalebi religiously every year. Dad and me fighting over who ate more (jalebi is a family favourite). Just like every year yesterday was no different. When I got back from work bawi accompanied by guj came over. W joined in later. It's really funny on how even though we don't meet as often as we used to, when we do, we reminisce about the good old days as if they are not even over.
You must be wondering what weird friends I have. Bawi, Guj, W? Well of course they have real names but this is how I am going to address them throughout this post. This is how we know each other even today. I also have a rotten and a powers mind you. With this case of confused identities let me introduce you to this aspect of my life: My gal pals :).
Let's know them separately and let's know them together.




W- Double U

For all you avid F.R.I.E.N.D.S watchers, remember how Joey had an identical hand twin in Vegas? Well here's introducing my identical name twin. Ah! my identical school, zip code, laziness and lots of other things twin :). W and I are similar in way too many ways and different in the same amount. I went to school with her for 15 years and didn't meet her then (To quote her sister "You both must bunk school on alternate days or must've been too lazy to socialize"). Anyway we met for the first time in computer classes right after our boards and the merry times began. I've known W for 8 odd years and it is practically impossible to share the memories. She doesn't cry as often as I do being number one on my list as I try
We've lived in each others houses, have very similar likes and dislikes, laziness being a strong bonding component between us. Whether it is The Great Punjab story (when we ate like Gluttons), the taking rickshaws through all the flooded rains in the monsoons on purpose (apparently at the time, it was the best way to get the feel of the season), or that near death experience with had with the rickshaw driver (Remember the one with the ciggie? which no one believed) we've shared some amazing moments together. Going to a kid's birthday party who lived in Suchit's building and who we didnt know only to watch Spiderman 2 for instance.
Now before this begins to sound like a memorial or rest in peace speech (w is still alive and kickin by the way!) we've also shared lots and lots of not so good times. The times we almost got into the black list (paid the peon and it backfired), failed in French innumerable times, lost in taboo to Suchit and Rishi (Man!!!!), to playing something we called football on Suchit's terrace and lost AGAIN it's been an era.
I miss those days of Logic tutions which we so religiously bunked, those arbit test series where we so decently cheated, running compartments while traveling (why oh why!) you throwing my bag on the platform only to find my railway pass in your pocket :), trying to wake her up or giving blank calls when uncle picked up the phone, random drives, fake seeing of filmstars..phew!
The stay overs in her house, her family (family to me too), cheese dosa for breakfast, waking me up at 7:00am and making me believe its 10:00am, all our fun moments in college, Lonavala (the whole rain and muck scene), that dog n the bone stay over in my house, to my surprise party we have fantastic memories attached. Whether school, college or work we have religiously prayed for floods so as to bunk that day or even the cheating and stealing of gifts at S's baby shower (ok we arent that mean..actually maybe we are)
W is stubborn and by stubborn I mean STUBBORN. I can never forget the fight with her dad when we wanted to play cricket at midnight disturbing her neighbours. The night where we only laughed. No kidding! we only laughed all night!! I have no idea why. Crazy you may think but She's quite wise otherwise, I often take advise from her. We shared innumerable hours on this cement block outside my house discussing our so called "future". I miss our phase dubs. Although sometimes I hope it never comes back. We've shared our first drink, first nightclub and many other first's. And before I forget this is only the beginning. W lets now show them how it's done ;)


Bawi- Queen of Good Times

Bawi very true to the name sleeps at 10:00pm on sleepovers. Seriously, while the others decided how we were going to spend the rest of the night, curled up in the corner of the bed Bawi will be fast asleep. We hardly slept through the night and when we crashed into bed in the morning Bawi was ready to go to breakfast :).
She's the one who will always be bonding with our mom's more than us. She used to come home and take off with my mom only to find me sulking (As to "when will my chance come?") that's how lovable she is. Although she is cruising or rather jet setting to various world renowned places all year round these days, there is little that has changed. She is still that mad bawi she always was :).
I will never forget the pains we took in making her a scrap book for her birthday. Us getting all over excited to what gifts V would send her for Valentine or Rose day or even telling our other friends proudly (that we knew an actress in a hindi tv sitcom where she was a child artist for one episode :)). Bawi lovessss talking and reading Mills and Boons. She has her own most amazing fantasy world which has a prince charming, oscar awards, red carpet and everything. (Man! I want that)
Besides..W, Bawi and me would kickass in taboo or any other team game we would set out to play. It's hard to forget her passion for Mani Dosas's (Mysore masala) See i still remember :), anything, just anything that has or had cheese (Our cheesy lunches at New Yorker where we all fought for the last bite of the cheese corn balls or the nachos with cheese sauce) or the world famous "Sizzling Brownie Sundae" out of which she scraped each and every bite rather unsuccessfully (We were tough competitors too :)) to Guj's mom's homemade tacos.
She is the single most content person I have come across in my life, the one with the most positive attitude in life and I really mean this. She stays away from controversies or the so called negative life most of the times.
Even though we may not meet as often as we did because of our hectic schedules I always know that she's only a phonecall away.
Rest assured you may not find bawi with you in your good times, but she's ALWAYS there with you in your not-so-good-times. More importantly the times when you need her the most. You rock hawttie!


Guj- Machami Tukdam

I have promised Guj that the day I retire in the Himalayas I am writing a book on her. For those who have met her know, she is a character. Sometimes its unbelievable. Her one liners, actions, statements seem surreal. But life would be dull without Guj. She has like the best sporting spirit ever. Cracking jokes about Guj was the sole purpose of life 6 years ago.
She is one of a kind. She is a misfit in her gujju household and has spent most of her early college days in w or my house. She is free spirited and just as positive as Bawi. When Guj and Me are together things just go wrong. We miss the train, the movie, it begins to rain or something that disrupts the normal has to happen when we are together. I remember ironing her curly hair with a normal iron (this when ironing hair did not exist in India, we were only experimenting) only to find W's mom freaking out. We've shared some crazy times together...eating plates and plates of tacos in her house to one month of religiously going to her house and screaming out her name every single day when her phone was out of order.. from giving her silver tshirts and saas bahu rings as presents.. to making her the butt of all jokes we have really troubled guj a lot, but the best part is.. she cant handle it when we stop.
I'll always remember the day Guj got emotional and wrote us all a letter on friendship. Haha she tried to use her creative skills on that letterhead only to make it impossible for anyone to figure out what she had actually written.
Now a days Guj is busy doing the whole "seeing boys" ritual and it's a treat for all of us when she comes home and describes every single meeting. Can't type more in detail about this on a public medium all I can say Guj is "Aaaoo" :)


Things you should know about Guj

Her favourite word is byatch (pronounced exactly like that)
Dogs don't like her (Refer to Ruffles my baby story and Carter Road dog bite story)
She has never eaten paan in her life
She has a job but doesn't go to office (ha! tricked you..go figure)
She embarrassed herself on S's sangeet with bringing props when she was not supposed to
She touched an egg for the first time when she was 21 years old
She claims to fast during "pollution" (our version of a Jain custom called "Padushan") but doesn't
She uses the term "I'll slap you" at least a crore times in a day but hasn't managed to do that yet
I better stop before the above comes true today:). All and all Guj is a friend and will always be. She is considerate and knows when to stop talking (when she sees the bored look on my face). I've shared some most awesome times with her and we still do share some fun moments together, the latest being a hypothetical trip which we all hope to materialize.
Jai Shree Krishna Guj! Jai Hongkong! :)



Rotten aka Hrithik- Workaholic

The only friend I look upto in terms of hardwork. Hrithik was the diligent, attending lectures student amongst all of us. She always got the highest marks and was very serious about her studies right from the very beginning. We have all spent the least time with Hrithik as she moved after college to complete another course and after that for her MBA but the fun times spent with her were not less.

Hrithik is always late and by late I mean veryyy late. We used to call her when we left our house which was 15 minutes away telling her that we were below her building only to not find her there even after we actually arrived. She has the cutest dog ever called Ruffels. He doesn't like Guj and bit her when she was trying to show how well she knows him to other friends.
I can never forget this night in Rotten's house when she tried to teach us classical dance (hahaha radhna kaise na jale) with pen's in tow as dandiya sticks (we were such nuts). Besides this one weekend where rotten, w and me just randomly pushed off to Pune for a short break.
Oh my god! that was sooo much fun, 3 whole days of random rubbish, air hockey and of course lots and lots of eating. Hrithik was always very particular about her hair owing to which the whole "katka" episode happened anyway! ( I will describe the episode below later) and comes out with new terms for everything all the time. Effie, eewie, and other gibberish and all words so religiously used by Hrithik.
Everyday before we reached Churchgate station Hritihk would come out with this bag, which had a huge shampoo comb with which she would comb her tresses and then this fruityy deo (Which i hated) but the memory of it is awesome. She has been our partner in crime in all our idiosyncrasies from playing holi on Diwali night (Yeh we actually did that) , random drives, innumerable meals so on and so forth.
Hrithik and I have always had these intense career discussions. You know the how to make money, how to talk to your boss, office culture, job scene which have really cleared my confused thoughts on a number of occasions.
We were all scared of Hrithik's dad and I think so was she :). Come live in Bombay Rots, so I have more to write about :)

Powers aka Roshan- The Fitness Freak

The first memories I have of Powers was in Joggers Park with W when she called her Matiz car a "Maatiss". How hard we have laughed that day!!! Anyway moving on from that Powers is someone who I have known in a long time now. She's the only one who is married amongst all of us and I'm guessing will be the first mommy too :). Unless guj surprises us :)).
She is this fitness freak who used to adore going to a gym, aerobics or going for her "walk" (First I know of that kind).
We have shared awesome times taking those "walks" on Pali Hill, Carter Road, Joggers Park with full energy and enthusiasm. I remember eating her mom's yummy cakes, religiously dropping stuff each and very time I sat on her bed, eating sarson ka saag with bread on that sucky new year night, locking her out of her own room and drawing a moustache on her favourite doll and so many more things.
She has driven us around a lot as she was the first one to get a license amongst us. I still remember the "what the fucks" incident when we had an accident on Rotten's birthday or those Economic tuitions in Power's house where we did absolutely nothing. She came one night before an exam to my house to study and all we did was ate paan. Don't know how we managed the paper the next day.
Anything happens..Powers faints..like anything.
Regular Conversation between powers and me
Me: Hi
Powers: My sugar is low
Me: ok
Powers: and my mom said I'm looking pale
Me: ok
Powers: I'm getting chakkar and thud! I fainted
Roshan is always dizzy. Especially during exams, especially when others study in the car and we couldn't. I can never forget the time I tried to get her out of trouble and got fired or the time she came on the black list. I have always been associated with falling down whenever she is around. Whether it is when she is on the black list or shopping for Bawi's gift's I have always fallen down in her presence. We have often joked about how we are afraid of everything she says as it almost always comes true (a black tongue in orthodox terms). We also always shared our shots much to people's amusement
Memories have been unlimited..typing time limited...awesome times never the less



So these are my gal pals individually. Often I find my memory fading, I like holding on to some fun parts of my past and hence this post to remember some of the best days of my life. Best days of swabbing W's house floors at midnight which we had messed up with wax, meeting those random boys at Barista, New Years where Bawi was making announcements for us on the mic, those car drives back home with Sudhakar, night outs, sleep overs, lunches, dinners, movies and so many other things. Wow! I've lived the best life.

Poke-o-Mania (A frustrated note I wrote on Facebook)

Notes have begun to fascinate me. Although trust me when I begin to write one, I have no idea where I'm going or what I'm going to be writing about. (Refer to note 1 for live example of previous statement).
I log into Facebook at least once a day, mostly even more. My eyes cringe when I look at the top right hand side of my screen that says "X has poked you". Oh my god!! why on earth would you want to poke me? Aside from poking why would you want to bite me or whatever else and turn me into a vampire/werewolf etc. I think you need a job. A real one!. In a company that blocks these applications so that you can concentrate on doing something constructive.
We are in the month of August. October is soon approaching. It will mark the beginning of the wedding season in India. That's scaring me. Weddings have begun to burn a hole in my pocket. Indian clothes are freaking expensive and then the age old "It's my wedding, I get married only once, you have to wear something HEAVY". But sweetheart you fail to understand that you may get married only once, but what about the 99 other weddings I have to attend where I have heard the same statement? and of course no Indian wedding lasts less than a week.
I generally work half a day on Saturday's. Fortunately this Saturday we have been sanctioned an additional holiday so I'm really looking forward to this long weekend. Lots of things planned, although I wonder what all I'll actually end up doing.
Hmph! I need a haircut

Read at your own risk

There are lots of things I cannot understand. Numbers for instance, I just don't get them, abstract art, trance music. At least I could try and eventually I would, but most importantly what I just don't get and don't think will ever, is behaviour, human behaviour.
It's funny how different people react to different situations. You may come into work and say "Who's having ice cream for lunch?". Some of your colleagues may jump at the idea, others pass cause either they are on a diet or they have been just fired by the boss. Others could be ignorant maybe cause they hate you!or are just plain broke that day. So many reactions to one statement
Lots of people you meet in life will tell you how they hate talking behind the back and would love for people to tell them upfront what they actually think of them. That my friend is the biggest lie there ever was. The minute you actually tell someone what you really think bang! they're gone forever. It's very hard for people (including myself) to actually accept criticism however hard they may plead otherwise
I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this note or why I'm even writing it.
It's become quite difficult to live a life of honesty these days (I'm beginning to sound like Gandhi). Lie to the boss when you are late to work or for various other reasons, pretend to be happy for someone (when you secretly wish for that to happen to you), pretend to bore or agitate someone you love so dearly so that the person almost begins to hate you (don't ask for reasons here) are we living a life of pretense?
It's lunch time right now and as I'm listening to "pappu can't dance" playing at the next table, I'm thinking
A) I wish we could stop leading a life that is fake, stop pretending to like people we don't, not do things we don't really want to do
B) The track changed to "kya mujhe pyaar hai" and I was wondering, what did a poor innocent lad do for a mother to name him Shiney?

26/7/2005..The Night That Was.

It's been 3 years today, but the memory still stays afresh. It was a year since I passed out of college and my post graduation course was about to begin. It was a lazy monsoon day. As I lay on my couch flipping channels on the idiot box we got a call that my mom's best friend of more than 40 years had lost her father.
Mom rushed to Colaba, the weather was slightly overcast but I guess it was the lull before the storm. Dad and me followed at about 2:30 pm, Rima and family joined in later. It began to rain, heavily too but since we were in the better part of the city (better since it has been a part of British construction). Amidst all the pouring uncle's last rights were completed and we headed back towards home. 2 cars- one car: dad, mom, Rima, me, second car- Rima's parents. As we headed in this lashing rain we were caught in super heavy traffic. Traffic had probably moved a cm/30mins. We decided to detour, stopped at a family friend's house at Peddar Road. Thank God for that.
Not realizing exactly what the condition was in the burbs, we made merry, ate food and inspite of constant efforts of our family friends asking us to stay over, we decided to move towards home.
What a night that was! We stayed in the car all night. We made it half way but then we got into this jam at Shivaji Park. After which we pretty much stayed there all night. It was horrible but at least we were safe and not on a flooded street, I felt so bad for dad who couldnt even sleep a wink.
Next morning at about 8:00am we reached Bandra and were stopped by the local public who told us that our car would drown if we went ahead. By this time we were really really frustrated, tired and didnt know what to do. Anyway we u-turned and somehow managed to reach mom's friend's house in Bandra. We slept and ate a little bit after which we walked home only to find no electricity but at least we survived.
The images of that night clearly feature in my mind every 26th July. The people I saw, the people that helped, the unity amongst them clearly brings out the true spirit of Bombay what we generally talk about.
The cops didnt do much that day, they were too busy running home. It was the locals, the Bombayites who got out of their houses, offered food, water, even their bathrooms to all the people who were stuck on the road. Although this was a horrible incident and I wish it would have never happened, it gave me a sense of security living in Bombay. A sense of someone will always be there to help me if I need it, a unsaid unity, I don't think I can put more words on how I felt.
This was my incident.
Friends walked for miles in knee deep water, another was stuck in a std booth and taken home by the owner, others who were at home helped bring biscuits, water to people stuck outside their houses. Others were excited to be stuck alongside Aaamir Khan and Hrithik Roshan. It was a busy two days for all of us. Cars parked like a traffic jam on the roads, trees fallen down, no phones, no computers, family outside Bombay worried about us.
But hey we are from Bombay. We were back on our feet and back with a bang.
Another reason I love Bombay and it's spirit

The Name's Boo..Baby Boo

I've had a rather confused past week. Work was ok, regular, nothing too exciting, no real reason to be confused, but confusion for me in a rather normal state of mind.
Anyhoo, let me come to "W". W is a very close friend from school. Well technically.. we never spoke to each other in school and didn't really talk then, we got close in college (w and my story is a whole other post of it's own so let us not steal S's thunder yet again). To cut a long story short, w has the most adorable older sister "S" who has always been like an elder sister to me as well.
S was like the cool older sister we looked upto when we were young. We were in complete awe of her. She was/is intelligent (hell, yeah!), hardworking, TALENTED, pretty.. you name it. She was a complete package with nothing missing (like defected pieces like w and me) at all. We never told her all this and I'm sure she will be pretty shocked when she reads this.
I've shared a lot of fun moments with her. She used to go out and party while w and me pretended to study only to make her cook a midnight snack for us when she got back (even her midnight snack was exotic, imagine when she actually cooked a meal), she taught us how to party, took us to nightclubs when we weren't allowed on our own (now that I think back, it must've been so embarassing for her), hey but we were cool too ;). She sacrificed a whole new year getaway with her husband only to spend a psycho new year with W and me at the President.
A couple of years after the above, S got married to K. That wedding also has so many memories attached (I danced on the S's sangeet for the first time ever, didn't know I had 1001 more sangeets to follow). Although she didn't live in the same house anymore the happy times continued with K in tow
We aped her to the tee. Colouring our hair at Sonali like she did, trying to learn French (haha, she is a master at the language), I've even aped her at choosing a career path.
Coming back to the original point of this post, after years of persistence from all of us ( I don't know why we don't mind our own business) S is finally preggie, the best part being the baby's birth date could be the same as mine. I am so kicked and really wish that happens, although S & K think otherwise. It's impossible for them to deal with me, let alone 2 of my kind!
Coming back to virgo boo, last weekend, W and S's friends threw S a surprise baby shower. Having never been to one R (another friend) and me were extremely kicked about this whole event. Actively, we went shopping for a gist only to find ourselves completely lost. We had no idea as to what to do in that store. R was obsessed with diapers and potty's and we started getting the creeps. Ultimately we requested the sales attendant to help us and blindly followed her lead. R wanted to pick up something in blue but I warned her against it (S would kick her).
This Saturday was the baby shower. It was the coolest ever. S was definitely surprised. We played a lot of baby games (like there was melted chocolate on diapers and we had to smell and guess which one or who knows mommy best) and shared a lot of laughs.
Being new to all this R and Me found it difficult to win, but W flicked a few hampers for us. I, in turn cheated and made her win a hamper so we were all happy in the end.
K came in later while the yum cake was cut
All in all it was a funn showerful experience with the yummy mummy to be (I'm sure I'll score some brownie points for adding the "yummy"). It's totally unlike me, but I cannot help "awwwwing" for this one :)

Dusty Days

Dusty Days go back 2-3 years. Rima (Refer to "My zero friend") and me were going through a dull ish phase. You know, the "been there, done that types". Not too much excitement. Did our own things with our own friends on weekends, just the regular stuff. Little did we know that it was the lull before the storm
My cousin (Actually he is hardly a cousin, more a brother, a friend) who was working in Delhi was posted to Bombay for a couple of months and the rollicking times began. G and me were always close but honestly I'd always been closer to his elder sister R di. Naturally when you are little (she was about 7 years older) you are always in awe of the older pretty sister, the one who dresses up, meets boys, goes to parties etc.
Anyway years passed after that phase, R di got married, went off to Canada, had babies, basically reached a phase where G and me were miles away from. That's when we got really close. I'll never forget the crazzzzzy time we had in Delhi when I visited on one of my college breaks. He was doing his MBA then.
The cold Delhi nights at Turquoise Cottage, that DJ at the Hyatt, almost killing (or killing?) that stray dog while rushing home to meet deadlines, TGIF (and the whole fight episode, yeah! his friends decided to fight with the manager until he let us go without paying the bill) Can you believe that!! and various other names that I can't even remember, even the jamming sessions on your terrace with Nikhil and gang were fabulous.
Anway so coming back, that's how our bond was formed.
Once G came to Bombay, life here changed. I have never been in a more hectic phase of my life, juggling work and play together. It was so much fun tuning myself into a whole other life.
The super nights at Zenzi when V (another cousin from Delhi with her insanely young and wild friends), the Polly obsession (I don't even go there anymore, it's not the same) and the endless nights at all the Chinese resties I have dragged you and Rima to.
G stayed close to home and drove his black car which he drove all the way from Delhi. Since his car was parked on the road for majority of the day and was washed only when it rained (thank god! it rains often in Bombay) we termed it "Dusty"
Dusty was the cutest car ever with the most adorable gear lock! haha! You've got to see it to believe it, I'd never seen a gear lock before this.
We've had innumerable dusty experiences. She was my spare car whenever G was out of town and all we listened to was "Coldplay" (they were fun then and we were young).
Be it bacardi nights at various places, dancing at friend's sangeet's he didn't know, going broke after spending money at all of the above, dusty drives, I have innumerable memories attached.
Excerpts from a Chinese resteraunt we visited
Now the hostess/waitress was a fake. She was a Northeast Indian pretending to be Chinese
As we enter

Rima- Hi we have a reservation for 9:00pm, under Rima or Pooja
Hostess- Yes! Oh Ms Poooda please come
Burst of laughter, uncontrollable tears from Rima and G. Me-Going slowly but steadily red in the face
After we were seated
Hostess- Can I get you something to drink?
G and Rima opt for Beers
Pooja- Can I please have a coke?
Hostess- One cock coming up

Burst of laughter, uncontrollable tears from Rima and G. Me- Yeah Yeah even I couldn't help but laugh
So this is a small example of one of the many insane memories we share. G and Rima have always desperately tried to hook me up with people of their choice but I don't want to get into that right now or this post will get really long. (Like it's not already)
Anyway that was the past. G soon left for Dubai and now he is married and lives there. Imagine my plight when G and Rima decide to get married 2 days apart in 2 different cities. Crazy!!!! but I managed, but I do really miss those good old days
Good old days of eating 2 galato's in one day, devil's paradise at Cafe coffee day, Mahjong, Salsa nights and all that jazz. I also used G a lot to get out of trouble when I was young. G was an amazing excuse to get out of late nights :) and he got to know he was being used much later than he was :)
Dusty is no longer a part of our lives, not even G's. She had a serious accident when she was on her way back to Delhi but I think she survived. She is with a new family right now I presume and granting them new experiences.
A glimpse into my dusty life. Amen!

The Tag of 10

Before I deleted my previous blog, K had tagged me with the Tag of 10 which was obviously left incomplete. Now that I am back I thought of completing this one. So what is the Tag of 10? The Tag of 10 is listing 10 things people know about you, people identify with you and 10 things everyone may not know about you. Hmm..Easy! Let's go for it.

10 very known facts in my life

1) My mom is my best friend
2) Black is my favourite colour
3) I do not like bad grammar
4) I can live on Blueberry muffins, after eight mints and Chinese food (The Indian version)
5) I suck at giving directions (You're so bound to get lost if you decide to follow my lead)
6) I am not proud of this one but I cannot cook. Apparently my pasta looks like an E.T species and my maggie noodles almost choked someone
7) I am very stubborn (only when I'm right no? hmm..ok otherwise also)
8) I need to work on my Hindi (Convent education)
9) I love being with little children
10) In spite of learning films at university, I really like Shahrukh Khan (don't judge me)

10 not so known facts in my life (I guess I couldn't keep them unknown for long)

1) I have studied French for 5 years (Yeh exams and everything)
2) I am trained in Indian classical dance and music (please don't fall of the chair, I really have)
3) When I travel on work or otherwise, I secretly watch the Hollywood mushy romantic movies on the plane and sometimes I cry (eeeeeks)
4) I make the best desserts (when I get the time of course)
5) I can drive but cannot for the life of me park a car (damn! i'm liking this post lesser now)
6) I spend most of the money I earn on cool cabs. (Actually this is a given and no surprise, so I'll go for another number 6)
6a) Although I may pretend if you buy them for me, I actually cannot stand flowers and soft toys (Especially flowers)
7) I've always wanted to live in London all my life (Contrary to the popular New York belief)
8) I've been to Japanese resties, sushi bars etc but never eaten sushi (just cannot get myself to eat it..Someday for sure though)
9) A cat can frighten me to death. I can't stand them
10) I am very attracted towards men who can sing and play the guitar. (I've always wanted to learn how to play one myself)

Aah K there you go..Blurted out all my secrets :) My tag of 10!