Retail therapy!

hello ladies(i assume only the women will take interest in this particular post)!!

:D

i might sound all bouncy but the fact is..m far from that..

I need therapy!

I need help!

and i need Dollar to help me with that!

but even after dropping subtle hints first,in-your-face demands later,my situation remains more or less the same!

Dollar has vehemently refused to enter anything that offers any scope of...well you know it girlfriends...SHOPPING!!(shhh..!)

:P

so this brings us to the weird syndrome of 'buy the first thing you see in a showroom'.

Dollar,sadly,is a victim!!

i know i know!

its horrific!!

but i need to ask,is it curable?(i doubt it!)

well,if u need to know,i'll quote u some examples..

Incident#1: me and dollar were just hangin out when he decided he wanted a new pair of shoes..

the mere thought of shopping lighted up my face..!! I wanted to take out a pen and paper..list down the showrooms we could go to..check out all the shoes in his price range(c'mon!) and then decide on one..

and then as soon as i was about to express all my excitement..he got curious,then frowned..then scowled!

MESSAGE: let me handle this!

sigh!:(

So we enter into a Woodland's outlet and well,just as we had entered,i realised (much to my dismay)that we shall not return empty handed..

Dollar zeroed in on a pair and well..thats about it!

On my insistence did he give as much as a second glance to another pair..(m sure just to be polite)..

and before i knew it..we were out..down on cash..high on kind!

well!

X-(

Incident#2: Then there was this time when I,finally,had to do some shopping...and well..to put it mildly..i'd say i love to try things on..even when m short on cash..even the ones i know i'll never buy(a little indulgence never killed anybody!!)

i had full plans to do that!

afterall,this time i WOULD buy somethin..

But well,Dollar suddenly gets all cranky just after i try my 5th dress on!

:O

way to go,dude..!!(quite literally)

Moral of the story: Avoid the men,shop alone!Better still..take the ladies along!

Like someone said..If men liked shopping,they'd call it research!!

:P

It doesn't matter..

After following and reading some blogs ardently,i've come to one conclusion...people write as and when they have to..whenever they want to..say things however they like..a writeup may or may not have a 'subject'. all that matters is a well written article..

so..i thought i'll push my luck..and write about nothing and everything..just about anything!

i think i've been taking life too seriously..thinking too much lately..puzzling myself unduly..

i realised,for the umpteenth time,in the last few weeks..how important friends are to me!

and how important I am to them!

trust me,feeling the latter makes life much much easier..

my two very close set of friends have turned out to be the biggest assets i have!

you can be a complete schmuck and still be honest about it..cos well..they would hear it all and still smile and still be with you!

it's amazing to see how the bond becomes stronger once you are no longer on ' daily meeting' terms with them!

something else now..

What is it with men and alcohol?Or smoke for that matter?

they never seem to have enough of it..

they dnt like being nagged about it!

they are practically ready to ruin everything else..just for the love of these completely despicable habits!

dnt get me wrong..

i am not a nun in anyway..but i think ppl who cannot do things in moderation are unhealthy..

and moderate is NOT a relative term!

allright..

another question..triggered by a recent blockbuster..

do long distance relationships work?

whenever i ask this question..i get the same answer..."they do if u want them to"

i think..they do..

any takers??

just one last thing..

what makes people stray in relationships?

the lack of love?

the lack of understanding?

lack of commitment?

distance?

or is it better understanding,more love,a stronger compatibilty that results in a new,stronger bond??

so strong that it makes a person come out of the comfort zone of an older,longer relationship?

like i said..i've been taking myself too seriously..

waitin for answers/comments/criticism...

The day i became a believer..

Was the day everything went wrong..

I am now ready to talk about an incident I have never fully discussed with anyone..

That was the day I went for an interview at IIT Kanpur for admission in their MBA program

How I wish I hadn’t..

What follows is a highly exaggerated account of events of that doomed day.

Believe at your own risk! (Actually I’m too embarrassed to admit that each one of those things actually happened!:P)

Well, the day started off pretty well..( In fact I think it was fabulous when compared to the rest!)

I, with daddy dearest, reached Kanpur Central in the morning.(He still doesn’t let me travel alone!!)X-(

We took an auto and the auto driver seemed to know the what/why/when/where of my visit. IIT is the most happening place in town, you see. Some city!:P

After that the entire day seemed to spiral downwards!

We were supposed to get an accommodation in the visitor’s hostel.

Yes. You guessed it right. No rooms available.

So we were given separate rooms in separate hostels so that we ended up paying double the amount!

No worries!

We could have managed that easily had my father not been a lazy uncle and got his cellphone roaming activated eons ago.

Still ok.

We decided on a time to meet. Next came the sharing of resources. That meant putting the toothpaste on my toothbrush and giving it to him. Cutting the soap into half. We actually took the concept of travelling light too far. But uptil then we managed, I convinced myself. I shouldn’t have ignored my gut!

I had enough time before the interview. While I was waiting I got a call from the organizers that my ‘roomy’ was on the way!!

A roommate?? Hello?? I don’t want one! What if she turns out to be a complete chatterbox. I needed to sleep.

What if she has a better rank than me?

Worse, what if she was prettier than me (which is pretty easy to be)??

Grrrr..

I’ve always been averse to any kind of unnecessary interaction. As my mother puts it, I am anti-social.:P

So now I would have a roommate in this short a stay.

No problem. I can handle it.

Well she came. She seemed friendly and well..lets say..I had no problems with her! :D

But then she asked me of something I couldn’t refuse. She had to do her kriya. Yes, yes..the one they teach you in the Art of Living. That meant I had to leave. Well, OK.

I complied and went on a walk, came back, slept, woke up, got ready for the interview.

Went outside the hostel. Tried to have a look at myself in the glass door and..oh..i fell.

Yes. In front of atleast a dozen people. In my business suit. Before an interview.

L

My dad came running and picked me up!( just the way they show in of those life insurance ads)

I’m OK..it’s OK dad..sigh!

Lets just go..alright?

So off I went.

A presentation. A bus ride to the interview venue. And then a long wait.

So long that the candidates became friends. So long that weather changed outside. So long that we lost interest!

The best part.

I was the last candidate to be interviewed.

The last candidate of the day.

The last candidate of the entire process.

Now, that’s not very encouraging!

Finally my turn. The student volunteers celebrated as the 3 day ordeal came to an end for them. For me, the ordeal had just begun.

Q:How does touchscreen technology work?

A: mumble jumble.

Q: are u never curious about it? (googly)

A: some more mumbling.

Q: so why do u have less marks?

A: well, I didn’t work hard enough. :P (bhaad mein jao)

Q: here’s a question on probability.

A: here is the solution.

Q: are you sure.

A: yes mam.

In the middle of it, a chaabi waala banged onto the door to signal that he now had to close the room.

Well.

That was it.

My interview.

in less than 10 minutes, it was over!

and then i had to get back to the hostel. now the worst part of being the last one was that the bus didn't think it had enough patience to wait for me. so i had to go back. with a senior. sitting on the carrier of a bicycle.(yes, i cannot ride one myself.never learnt it.long story)

And then the journey back to delhi.

Yes, I forgot to mention that while we were all chatting, a very considerate senior told me that the trains had been running late since a couple of days.

I didn’t take notice.

I should have.

Waiting on the railway station for 7 hours wasn’t something I was looking forward to.

But that was it.

The longest day of my life had finally come to an end.

The day I became a believer...in the Murphy’s law!

:D

That heady feeling!

Once again, my friends, I dawdle..

Forgive me but I just couldn’t stop..

So here I go, on a subject which is clearly the most fascinating, talked about, revered, enchanting and also the most overrated of all times.

Many a times, It’s led to heart breaks, broken families and sometimes (or maybe just once) even wars.

Sadly, It is also a subject I’m yet to understand, too lazy to organize my thoughts upon, too scared to pass a judgment on.

LOVE.

In my 22 years of otherwise dull existence, if there is something I’ve realized, it is probably the fact that It is not meant for the faint hearted.

;)

Trust me, I shudder as I type. :P

So what exactly makes two cheerful, easygoing yuppies fall into a bottomless pit of emotions (which may not be necessarily pretty). The worst part being, they don’t even realize how/what/when did cupid strike. The otherwise stable, balanced, thinking people lose control and worse, lose choice!

One day you are all happy and gay (please, please..no stale jokes here!), living your life to the hilt, and before you know it you can’t stop feeling pathetic about the fact that a certain someone saw it when you bumped into the glass door because you couldn’t take your eyes off them and your jaw dropped below your shoulders when they smiled at you and all you could manage were grunts when they said ‘Hi!’.

Some say it’s a chemical locha that makes the world go round (or maybe upside down).

Some say it’s the stars.

I just don’t think I’m certified to comment.

They’ll crib, they’ll cry, they’ll be jealous, they’ll play, they’ll ponder, they’ll resign, they’ll renounce, they’ll smother, they’ll suffocate. They’ll kill.

And they say it’s a happy place!

Bloody sadists!

Love, positively, should be a negative emotion!

Surprisingly it is not!

They say, it gives them strength, smiles, a reason to succeed, a reason to live. A life worth living. A ride worthwhile!

They say that’s all they need. Everything, the only thing they want.

It’s not a drug but more like the sun. Bright and happy but totally indispensable.

It makes criminals. Its makes poets. It makes drunkards. But it also makes marvels.

As for me, I simply fail to understand…

:D

No Kid-ding!

After much thought and debate, I've decided to express my thoughts on something that has caught my attention lately.

Now, it might be sacrilegious to some, but I can no longer suppress how I feel.

About the most irritating habits of toddlers and their proud, gushing parents.

Now let’s not get judgmental here. I am patient, loving and sensitive to kids.

What I am not patient to are the new parents and how they’d take it for granted that their kids are equally special to all and sundry.

So here comes a post, that might put an end to my blogging career, reduce my already dismal list of followers and upset the sentiments of the beaming couples out there!

Yes. That is how strongly I feel about it.

:P

#1 Well, surely your kid has just started to talk and nothing else could matter anymore, but would you please stop making those incessant phone calls so that he/she could ‘talk’ to me? Cos, I definitely don’t know how to respond to ‘badabing kaboom’!

7 times a day!

#2 All kids are allowed to throw a tantrum while eating. Your kid was born with that privilege too. And I am more than willing to help. But please, for once, stop scaring the little soul out of his/her wits by threats of a ‘kala baba’ who roams at night, picks up kids who don’t eat and lives in the store room of every household.

#3 Stop, just stop laughing at every thing your kid says. At least don’t expect me to follow suit.

#4 It’s not cute when they go around slapping people, spitting on anyone, banging things on people’s heads and breaking stuff…So wipe that grin off your dumb faces and STOP them!

All said, my niece is the cutest little person I’ve come across. And she’s just started to talk. Maybe you’d like a conversation. ;)

My Culinary Conquests:)

STATUTORY WARNING:This post is not for the readers.It's just for me.I'm using MY blog as my personal space.So it might turn out to be boring.But read it if u must.It cannot be that bad!

:D

My interest in cooking was destined to be short lived.

Too bad!!

:P

In the stone ages, girls were expected to know a lot.Washing,housekeeping,taking care of the family and COOKING.

But when i decided to finally befriend my gas stove and microwave after years of giving them 'the silent treatment', it wasn't to follow the tradition, or to please my dad..I did it simply to help my mom.Also, a small part of me thought that I'd be a step closer to becoming a wonder woman I secretly aspire to be!!:P

Like the ones they show on T.V or the ones on the cover of India Today Woman.

Chic,successful,well spoken,well read,well travelled but with all the traditional traits:D

Now I had a very basic idea about the ART.

Switch on the gas.Put the pan.Heat the food.Serve.Eat.

That's it.

Oh yes,i can make omlettes,boiled eggs,tea and the good ol' Maggi.

But nothing proper!

So my first conquest was a pizza.Simple,easy to make and good to eat.

My first pizza was about a year ago.

Well..who on earth got it right the first time?

:P

ofcourse i've mastered that area now.

next,not very long back, was a chocolate cake.

and ahoy!

what a find!

i was finally good at somethin..

i succesfully made a 'proper' malai kofta dish after that. And stuffed bhindi too!

:D

Basking in the new found glory,I decided to make a mango sponge cake.

I had one of those at a friend's..Let's call her C. So at C's place,another friend..let's call her A,got a cake.

Now let's not be judgemental,but hell,A's done a full baking course.She ought to be good!!

Isn't it?

Her cake was pretty,soft,fresh and tasty.

Umm,I can do that too..

So i,very tactfully,asked her the recipe.

And the naive,humble creature that she is..she blurted out everything!!

:P

Or did she??

:x

Now it was my turn.

Clearly,I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.

I baked a sponge cake successfully.

Slit it.

Soaked it.

I sliced mangoes for the topping.

Wonderful!!

Now for the icing.

Cream.Sugar.Vanilla.

Sounds easy..right??

WRONG!!!

I whipped and stirred and beat.

In the end,I got something like a cross between malai and mayonnaise.

To top it all(pun intended), it was insufficient.

The cake looked ugly and smelled even worse.

My interest in becoming a ,as Dollar puts it, 'Cooker' is over.

As for now..

;)

P.S: My mom liked the cake.I've planned to sneak it into her lunch box tomorrow.ALL OF IT.

Happy Hours!! :D

Friends,Romans,countrymen; Lend me your ears(eyes).

This post brings forth the very sombre issue of a phenomena that has escaped the wrath of Mr. Pramod Muthalik uptil now, something that is not just a nuisance and a threat to the Indian Culture but also another example of unscruplous business practices adopted to entice the gullible-HAPPY HOURS! :D

No matter what the name suggests, I'm sure the only people who make use of these hours are either  thoroughly depressed or completely broke dipsomaniacs (or both). :P

I may sound harsh but so would you when you read the story of..ummm...lets say a friend of mine ;) and what happened to the poor soul during the Happy Hours(and the hours that followed)!

So here goes..

This girl,let's call her Tipsy (that's what she becomes by the end of it), plans to go out with a male friend..let's call him Dollar (For more than one reason) :D.

Now all's going great. They've had a great day at a gaming arena, won themselves some totally cool stuff (No kidding!) and are looking forward to a fun filled day.

Suddenly Dollar decides he's hungry.

No problem,thinks Tipsy.We shall eat to our heart's content.

But the mighty Dollar has plans.He spots a restaurant promising of Happy Hours.

1 free drink with every ordered one.Superb.

He thinks,we'll both order 2, get 2 free.

She'll have 1, I'll have 3!!

Alas, that was not to be! :P

The first round appears: a beer and a screwdriver(for the puerile souls, it's vodka with orange juice).

Dollar eyes his drink greedily,drools, slurps and drowns his drink in huge gulps.

Tipsy, on the other hand, takes small, cautious sips.

This is no different from Real fruit juice, she thinks.

I am not drunk.She lies.

I am O.K.

I just need some fresh air.

Dollar laughs.

She hates it.

To prove her point,she gulps down the other round of her drink.

Dollar frets.

Then becomes interested.

Then worried.

You are never getting drunk again, he declares.

Thanks for bringing me here,she thinks.:D

Ofcourse,she changes her mind when she snores through the movie that was to follow.

When she screws up her forks and knives.

When she gets stuck between doors.

When she laughs uncontrollably.

When she talks in whispers that can be heard easily by people on the next table.

And when she loses her appetite.

Only if they had settled for chinese instead!

cheers!!

:)

fare well! :)

On public demand (u guys might not say it but i know u want me to) :P, here comes a post on the much awaited and equally dreaded event that is high on sentiments, nostalgia, fun, frolic, glam sham and basically all the good things(or is it not?) - the college farewell party!

after much speculation, too much debating and innumerable rumours( most of which i had a big contribution towards:D), the FAREWELL finally happened, on 25th April, 2009..

but for those who still dnt know what the whole fuss is about, i'll give u a taste of what goes into makin a farewell successful..

it's not the venue, or the food, or the music..

it's the EMOTION! :D

needless to say, the farewell party or the thought of it evoked memories of the past four years of engineering. And I am proud enough to say that I have thoroughly despised every moment of my undergraduation.But the last days in college have changed some of that..I am sure everyone feels the same..

The idea of being on our own, outside the protective environment all of us are used to, fending for ourselves, out in the BIG BAD WORLD full of sharks in suits has definitely got to many..

But strangely, it's not the protection of parents or teachers one would miss, it's the carmaderie everyone knows noone would find outside. The biggest fear all of us have is that noone would find friends again, that everyone will be competition.

From now on,no more morning movie shows for 50 bucks at spice. No chicken rolls at csc at 2 in the morning. No studyin a night before the exams and still managing to get through. No studyin in groups where everyone teaches everyone else. No samosas at FFC. No hanging out at the flagpost. No hostel nights. No mess parties. No PDP sessions during the now non-existent ragging. No orientations, no club meetings, no fests and last but not the least, no more MASS BUNKS..(the importance and futility of it can only be understood by JSSites).

People from all parts of UP come to JSS, and love the life here. As they say, they get used to the 'NCR way of living'. And now they cannot 'adjust' anywhere else. They hate the idea of going back home. They want to grip the last of whatever is left. And they'll do anything to have it.

That somehow proves how everyone realises the importance of somethin till they lose it!

As for people like me, who are waitin to get out of college, to be at home for 5 months till Infosys beckons, things coudnt get any better :P

The whole drama comes out in the PARTY, where people hug, girls cry( and ruin their make up), and everyone wants to get a picture clicked with every soul they've been friends, acquaintaces or classmates with.

Titles like 'Mr.Rambo' , 'Ms. Masakalli' are given!(sigh!).

Girls start getiin ready a day before with atleast 3 visits to the beauty parlours. Of course much more work,effort and discussion has already gone into the selection of saris, visits to the boutique, buying of accessories and what not.

But i guess all the effort pays off (Right, guys?);)

The event is always smile generating. And yes, everyone is thinkin about the future and how things will shape up. But things have been fine till now. They'll only get better.:)

Here's one to the FUTURE!

GOOD LUCK ALL OF YOU!

confessions of an insomniac..

I wish I never had to write this one,or be the one to write this..whatever!!

This is the most unlikely time for a blog entry..I have project reports to complete, presenatations to make, codes to decipher and ofcourse..SLEEP.

I sorely miss the last one. :(

Sleeping, apart from doing nothin, happens to be somethin i like doing the most.

No seriously,I have a reputation.

Little does the world imagine what goes behind the the four walls of my room :D

I roam in the small space around my bed listenin to the tackiest of bollywood songs(most of which I now know by heart), talk to myself, log in and out of internet messengers innumerable number of times hopin someone would 'find' me(i always stay invisible btw:P), think about the worst things in life, cry at times and basically make myself miserable..

But, inspite of everything, I love the fact that i can never sleep at night (not within humanly hours atleast). I'm contradicting myself but the truth is Night helps me become the person i like..emotional,sentimental and slightly deranged.It doesnt judge me the way others probably would. It lets me be.

It talks to me,doesnt laugh at the absurdity of my ideas.My dreams, the most ludicrous ones, are fulfilled. Every single time.

And like a true friend, it doesnt betray and doesnt get tired of my antics.

i love it and it loves me back!

:)

Good Night!

sigh..

It's funny how i expected to be mobbed by people,congratulated by friends and stalked by admirers on the successful (and much delayed) start of my blog. But,alas, somethings are'nt meant to be:x.
So i thought ,back then, that i'll create a smart,funny,introspective alter ego through this very effective medium.but now that noone has bothered to read the damned thing,leave alone commenting on it, i'd rather say what i want without worrying too much about sounding stupid:P

Last week,i read it in a newspaper,that how Mr.Advani was using the power of blogs for his election campaign.That filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction and respect(for myself and my initiative).
But then I read it further to know that Blogs were "so 2007!" and now "everyone was on twitter(??)".
FANTASTIC!
So i am two years too late and now i'll have to discover that twitter thing..
But till then,i'll be here..writin for myself..in my personal space(i hope u see the bleak irony in this;)).

cheers!!
:)

The beginning..finally!!

Here it is..my very first (successful) post:). After 2 blogs which I either cudnt find or cudnt login into,innumerable blog titles(i am yet to find those very like minded people..grrr) and many many afternoons I spent daydreaming, thinking of the ideal first post that would create a bang..here it finally is.

(sans the bang:D)

The idea of creating a blog struck me first when I followed some myself.Initially I thought that it was a realm of the gifted(thanks to my very proficient cousin) but ofcourse I soon did away with the misconception(thanks to the not so gifted people);).

But I'd still play it safe(right now) and do away with any alleged humour.

more later..

Cheers!