end of an era

A decade actually..
But what spectacular 10 years they have been.. And surprisingly it doesnt feel that long really.

I like to think I have grown up in the past 10 years.

Maybe I have. But I can still see the gaps. There have been moments of lucidity when I can really pin point where they are. There are even moments of enlightment when I genuinely want to fill them. But they escape. and quickly. Before i can grab them. or even want to.

You know, 10 years from now I will want to read this post and make some meaning out of it.

Things you can get away with on new year

- Laughing and giggling without any apparent reasons
- Eating a lot because apparently what gets consumed in old year, stays in old year (or not. we'll just have to wait(weight??) and watch)
- Dancing to really crappy music and actually enjoying it
- Reminiscing about really non-reminiscingable stuff that happened to you during the year.. (like.. remember how you fell down from the toy train and broke all your limbs. boy wasnt that fun...)
- Making impossible new year resolutions (knowing very well about their fate)
- Have we covered eating a lot already??

baking merry

End of the year is always a jumpy season. It always feels like near holiday time (although I am going to have none :).. Maybe its the effect of television and all these decorations everywhere.

Anyways, I have learned not to question good things in life. And hence I am merely obliviously(ignorantly??/cluelessly??) happy.

This week with K working almost all the time, I have plenty of time on my own. Which I dedicate to the art of baking.

A couple of days ago I successfully(?) made sugarless carrot cake. A bit crumbly, but then hey.. with no refined flour, no butter and no sugar its almost a diet treat.

And then there were those atta-crackers. They did lack proper seasoning for indian palate. Which I intend to improve upon in my next batch with some spices.

And then there is the glorious bread. Yup! I achieved what i always wanted to (happy tears..sob sob). I baked bread. Homemade whole wheat bread. Tastes good too. The only downside is that my kitchen smells like yeast now.




:) If K continues to work like this, I might just open a bakery.

A super exciting day

a memorable day

comforming old memories

Familiarity

is surprisingly comforting

Turns out I had grossly underestimated the awesome-quotient of our systems-IT dept.
You know that little melody that Windows plays when you turn on your computer. Well recently, the IT guys changed that melody to a goats mmeeeaaannnhhh . On all of the systems on our floor..
:D :D

By the way what is it called? Goats moo? grunt? bay?

Dandelions

Time changes a lot of things.


The neighbourhood where I grew up used to be a sub urban heaven. Nobody had a fence and we kids played and roamed around wherever we wanted.



The streets werent cobbled and little weeds and plants were everywhere. And the most beautiful among them were the dandelions.



I guess you need a kid's eyes to notice the beauty of the lowly dandelion. ohh.. wait did i say lowly? I meant lovely. definitely lovely.



I loved them as a kid. I dont know how i forgot them as i grew up.


But when it comes to flowers, I have always favoured yellow. And I had no idea why, until recently.

and the crappy week is finally over..

You know, I am not such a big workaholic.. but the last five days made me yearn for my boring old office.

Well, its over now. Such a sheer crowd of people (okay well dressed people). There were just too many faces to remember. Towards the end, everybody resembled each other. Except one guy. He had wrinkles. On his head. Not forehead.. his head. He was bald and he had wrinkles on his head. A good looking wrinkled head guy.

I am trying to unwind now.. to shake off the dead remains of my erstwhile chirpy aura that was slaughtered by this beastly thing.

So let the weekend begin..

Life is salt and pepper.. no matter what.

This week is scheduled to be absolutely crappy. But then, there are some moments.

Like yesterday, I had to go to this place outside my office for some work thingie.. And I got stopped at the gate.. twice. Why... because they thought I was a student. :D :D I tried convincing them that I was indeed a working professional. But they asked to see my ID..

haha.. and that was totally worth the crappy meeting.

i just want this ruddy week to be over as soon as possible.

arrrrrggggghhhhh

Woke up to a grey foggy morning. The kind when the sun seems to be an empty pale dish set on a grey table.

Warning of days to come when we dont get to see the sun at all... damn you delhi winters.

anyways, decided to fortify our place and brace the winter.

step 1: buy flowers to add color
step 2: buy sofisticated heating devices which wont dry the hell out of my eyes
step 3: wear shoes all the time and stay jumpy
step 4: follow all these steps

:D

After a long pause

Ksh says I keep talking to myself. A lot.

But I beg to differ. I talk to people, imaginary talks with real people. And yeah that is enough to brand me cuckoo..

But anyways, its these conversations in which I come up with my most non-cuckoo realizations. Mostly about life and serious stuff like that.

Occasionaly stupid cheesy stuff. (Life is what you make out of it. Ergo, you should make out a lot)

And yes, I do realize that I am only talking to myself.

You see, I make excellent conversations.

For the hoarder

So I am gonna have to leave Ksh after all. For a few days i mean..

For him its the good ol' bachelor days, and for me... well, its the splendid ol' bachelor days :D :D

Anyways, he demanded that without me around, he should atleast have abundant amount of food in the house.

So, I donned the proverbial baker's apron and baked my first decent batch of butter cookies.

And then another .. :D They turned out to be even better.

So here it is, plain vanilla, mocha and vanilla mocha ..

makes me happy

:)

Out of all the months of the year, October is the one you can smell most clearly.
The cool breeze, clear dust free air, and the heady fragrance of Frangipani..

Now dont get me wrong, I like other months too, specially Feb and March. They are more colourful no doubt, but not nearly as fragrant.

October is what everybody wants to preserve before the harsh winters kick in.

October is what people celebrate after the dark monsoon days when it never stops raining.

October is like youth.

You know how there are days when you behave as if you have ADD..
And no matter how hard you try to concentrate there are gaping holes in logic itself. Nothing wants to make sense and all you want to do is to scream and laugh - like a hyena maybe.
Hyena is one of the most beautiful animal names. If hyena were a girl, she'd be tall with long black hair. And she'll wear gold hoops. large gold hoops. which also means she is rich. and she can drink as many cups of coffee as she wants. i want to match her in coffee. we can have a coffee spree. maybe she could be my friend. and we'd laugh. and scream. like hyenas

of faith and love

Yesterday, some friends were discussing about faith.

The more we discussed, the more we got confused between having faith, being spiritual and being religious.

Although nobody was opposed to anybody, we couldnt get to a conclusion.

And it just dawned on me a while ago, having faith is like having a magic box or a lucky charm.
It really works while you believe in it. But the moment your belief falters and u start questioning it, the magic suddenly disappears. Another corollary might be being in love. It only works if u have faith in each other. The moment you start doubting the other persons love, it disappears.

rain rain go away

What is it with the rain gods this time??
It just doesnt stop raining.

I am literally longing for some sunshine, to see some sky, to get rid of this damp air.
I want crisp sheets.

And I know i am cribbing like a baby but thats how helpless i fell now.

Yesterday at McDonalds I asked the guy if they had "Shake Shake fries"

Poor guy blinked for a second and then replied - "we only have fries, for shakes you have to go downstairs"

(for the uninformed - shake shake fries was a trial variety of fries McD had introduced a while ago)

"Despite the fact that your soul abandoned your body when you became a manager, there will still be some corporate tasks that are so horrible, so evil, that you will not be able to do them yourself. Other times you might need to do something cruel, but you won't want to leave your fingerprints at the scene.

For these situations you need a Human Resources staff. "

- Excerpt from the Dogbert's Management Handbook

Of marathons and sprees

Ksh put us on a sitcom maraton

I accompanied with a cooking spree

the result was delightful

:)

Fridays are royal

I sure the title needs no explaination. At least to all 5-days-work-week people..

So here it is. Tuesday was a holiday and I tried my hands on my all time fav snack - Khaman (Dhokla to all non gujju janata)



The snack tops my all time happy foods list. In fact, its the one dish i choose to eat when faced with the "prisoned and allowed a single dish all three meals the year long" dilemma.

Anyways, so the thing is, since I love them so much , i was super scared of messing them up and hence never dared to try them on. But then, one nice day (which happens to be last tuesday) I tried them on.. and they turned out to be okay.

:) happy happy

These days I keep dreaming of colours.

I have so many DIY projects in my mind. I wish I find enough time to work on them.

The feeling after completing a good project is hard to match.

:D

Random fact of the day (night??) :

9 kgs of eggplant (brinjal/baingan) contain roughly the same amount of nicotine as one cigarette.

food for the soul

some songs make you smile

some remind you of talks talked, walks walked, fights fought(and sometimes not), smells smelled, dances danced and most importantly ... laughs laughed

some make you move,

others move you

and then there are some

that take complete hold of you

challenge your sanity

make you forget

its almost physical

the music

My experiments with food - 1

A dozen cupcakes are one of the best ideas for a stressbuster.



Baking them is even more so.. :)

epic

I failed in driving test yesterday. Which means it will take some more time for me to get my driving licence.

First time I ever failed in a test and was asked to come back again when I was prepared.

Now, I would like to blame this situation on someone. Other than me that is. And I dont know whom to blame. So I am kind of upset.

And its not like i failed the entire test.

Just parts of it.

And it still makes me feel aweful.

Somebody told me..

I have come to love this song from 500 days of summer. It plays on and on in my mind all day long. And unlike other irritating endless loop songs this one actually makes me very very happy.

weekends

Random clicks.. and that potted wierdness is my pepper seedlings..

I had planted some seeds a while ago and they all germinated. And now I am too much in love with them to weed them out.

Great weekends are usually made of silly little stupid things..

occasionally (like this one ) they are made of truly great little silly things. And some more..

Friday Night

K and I go to attend a mandolin concert. K is obviously very excited and I show appropriate amount of excitment. 5 minutes in the show and K starts fidgeting for his cellphone. I nudge him to stop and give him my patent stern looks. It works, for a while (he has taken to looking at the ceiling as if to somehow escape the loud and consistently screeching noise), and I look at him again. This time with my desparate what-are-we-gonna-do looks. K chalks out a plan and tells me in hushed tones that he will sneak out first and then I should follow him quietly. I am filled with guilt, but decide to sneak out anyways (I could NOT listen to that anymore).. So we sneak out, and decide NEVER to go to a mandolin concert again.

p.s. : Apologies to any mandolin lovers out there. I am sure the instrument is very melodious and musical. Its just us. We are sorry.

Saturday

Attended a very very very very very (still not enough very's) very very very super performance by the legendary Mallika Sarabhai. I had watched her once before as a kid (i mean, I was a kid, she was just awesome) and not understood much. But this performance, left us dumbstruck. I remember having goose pimples during the show. And K was just gawking at her and trying to tell me how happy he was with the whole he-got-an-opportunity-to-gawk-at-her-in-real-life thing. But seriously, she is a genious. Plus she is from my home town (Ahmedabad) so I am doubly proud of her.

And then, we went to see "Inception". Good movie, in the sense that it makes you wonder (and argue with whoever will listen to you about your brilliant theory of what must have happened).

Sunday

It was perfect. Lazied out (I am sure its a word) the day with awesome weather and not very sub-standard cooking attempts.

And then there is today.. monday... !!
Here is wishing everybody (including me) a good week ahead.

:)

happy happy.. (in fact very very happy happy)

Most people I know like to think that they have a deep understanding of other people. I am myself one of them.. i mean, i really think i know what makes people "tick"..

I couldnt have been more wrong. In these past few days, I found out I didnt even know myself at all..

And the discovery has been surprisingly amazing.. and amusing..

(Although I am still going to continue thinking that i know people.. I guess thats what makes me tick.. )

Hope and Faith

I have realized that I have an infinite appetite for clinging endlessly to hopeless situations..

and I am yet to figure out the "why" of it.

Giving up is something I have to learn.

royal state of mismanagement

that has become my permanent status now-a-days..

everything is haphazard.. and i cant keep track of stuff anymore..

so anyways.. there are some good things too..

like today i discovered this new font - Lucida Bright (ok, ok. i know it has been there for a while.. i just happened to come across it today)
.. and took an instant liking to it..

my day surprisingly turned out to be really productive (with a number of proposals completed in the new font)

and it kept me happy

:D

i give up on sanity

coz sanity has given up on me

and it rained

:)
thank you thank you thank you bhagwanji

the little window

there is window a bit far from my cubicle

when i stand there, i can see outside

(and my boss can see me standing there and not working)

not much to look at though.. more offices, lawns and ant like people

but i like standing there and staring at the muddy grey sky

its like i want to stare it out and make it rain

please prey that i win

Todays Mood

Like a happy pig gloriously wallowing in mud. In a pink world.

Spontaneous Joke of the Day 2

"A Big Bang created the universe "

:P :P

Who says AstroPhysicists dont have a sense of humour..

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Rejected a job application from a guy who used to be a jerk in our college.

Felt good :)

Inferences

Trouble comes running after you when you run away from it.

And hence, being the intelligent-I-think-therefore-I-am kind of human being, I always keep looking for more trouble.

Somehow it is not working out that well..

:)

Spontaneous Joke of the Day

butt kicker = kick butter

(I apologise for any serious brain damage occured because of this post)

:[

Most poeple rely on alarm clocks to get up in the mornings. I dont. (Actually, I cant :D )
I usually rely on the morning sunlight to wake me up (as a downside of which i can NEVER get up before 7 : )
Anyways, so its the morning light flitering through the curtains which wakes me up. And as a result on cloudy days, i am always late. Which I dont mind since I like cloudy days and hence wake up late but happy.

Today morning, i thought I woke up to a particularly happy cloudy morning.
And drew the curtains to find sjhgdjsg.

There was so much dust in the air that it had hid the Sun completely.... !!

I hate dust.

updates

I have managed to not write blog posts for a pretty long time now.. Being lazy of course..

So its time for updates (not that there are many).. I took a long vacation after a long long time.

Spent time with family

and

spent time being happy..

Yeah.. that kinf of sums it up.. Will post pictures soon.. to help with the summing up :P

I guess I hav mentioned somewhere about the beautiful gulmohar and amaltaas trees around our house. In fact they have lifted the beauty quotient of the whole city with trees laden with vibrant red and yellow flowers (not very unlike Japan and the cherry blossoms)

(Now since I am very lazy to click pictures myself, I am putting these pictures from the web.)

Music and lyrics

Husband and I are obsessed with singing. We sing a lot. And we are loud.. I know that for a fact because once my neighbour said - "You guys arent visible most of the times. But I know you are home when we hear you." (Yes, that is scary on a lot of levels.. )

Anyways, so the point is, we sing. And not well. (Sorry Ksh.. that's the truth.. But whatever you sing is music to my ears :D)

And we are very innovative. No song ever comes out without a bit of remixing. The lyrics change, tone and tempo change, and sometimes the language too..

It might be slightly unsettling (When Ksh rewrites all the lyrics) and cacophonous (my morning voice) to others, but it is mighty relaxing for us. A happyfying experience.

That is what music is for.. right ?? :)

This is not here

Television is evil. A sweet kind of evil.

Just when I decided to go all health-foodie, the TV starts showing shows like Food Paradise.. Which consists of people eating all sorts of mind bogglingly great food articles..

I got converted into a guilt ridden but haapy and content miss Eats-a-lot from the pathetic leaf munching health-foodie that i was (for a couple of hours at least)..

And I dont see a way out.. I am not even sure I want to :)

Fact

Among the things i dont like, income tax features on the number one position.

Of rodents and their anatomy

Language they say, is a tool for communicating your thoughts, feelings, facts and office memos.

And I love the intricacies of languages and the beautiful works of literature. But at times I am stumped.

Like this one - "I/You/My neighbour/The dog dont/doesnt give a rat's ass. "

Why would anyone care for exchanging rats' asses?

or any other creature's ??

:)

I visited Calcutta (I cant say Kolkata.. m sorry. But Calcutta stays Calcutta on my blog) after almost 10 years.. And the one thing i realized is that age corrupts..

In the Calcutta I remember from the trips I had in childhood, I remember beautiful colorful buses with fancy wooden windows, and this time I saw dilapidated boxes running amok on roads..
I remember elegant old world buildings with down to earth people, and I all I saw now was old buildings, with rusted broken windows.

and the crowd.. ohh the crowd.. everywhere...

Anyways, its not all bad.. Calcutta does hold a charm for me.. And I have been to no other city that can come close to it. Its the people of Calcutta. The awareness that is there.. nowhere else..

nowhere else have I seen a barber shop called - Newton Hair Saloon

nowhere else have I heard Beethoven blaring loudly at the chauraaha as a publicity thingie of a political party

nowhere else have i seen not one, but two processions, within one hour..
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Being IPL season, its inevitable that IPL rules everybody. But strangely I didnt find many KKR fans in Kolkata. I asked my driver why he prefered Mumbai Indians to KKR and he kind of evaded the question by mumblings something about mumbai..

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As always, I had to meet a whole lot of people there. And the more I meet people, I discover new things about myself.

Another one of those lame a** late night posts

But this one is better.. because I am listening to this new song by Shakira from She Wolf - gypsy.. Its awesome.. I love it so much that this post is going to be dedicated to Shakira.. And women. yes to women.. my people..

Met a very very very dear old friend today. All by chance. And I have been happy and cheerful since then. :D

Even on another one of those lame a** late work nights..

:)

:(

some %#^%@*&$^ stole my wallet yesterday.
With some cash, all my cards, ID and Driving License
And my lucky coin
and a hand written note :(

Damn you pickpocket.

Why birds are equivalent to nuclear weapons

I might have mentioned somewhere that I have started gardening. And from gardening what I mean is trying not to kill the few plants that i have in my living room balcony.

It actually began during winters. Given my love for live things with chlorophyll and the absurd number of balconies in our home K and I decided to buy some flowering plants.
On arriving at the nursery, Ksh says I started raving like a hungry kid in a cheese house (plz note i didnt say chocolate. At present there is a chocolate excess in our house. My freezer is crammed with choclates and there is more). We finally decided on some pretty looking plants totally laden with flowers.
On bringing them home, super enthusiastic that I was, I took charge of maintaining them. With regular watering and careful weeding, they all died pretty fast. Not all of them though, a couple of them decided to dry up partially and turn into ..well semi dried plants. It might hav been the monstrous delhi winters or the sheer amount of water that they were flooded with everyday, we'd never know..

Anyways, spring came. And I decided to restrict myself with hardy ever green plants and seeds this time. Another few trips to the nursery got us some nice super tough (touchwood) plants and three different variety of seeds.
After elaborate preparations the seeds were sown (the hardy plants were(are) fine on their own) and checked upon twice everyday. Now, I kind of forgot which pot had which seed and after a couple of days i had four varieties of seedlings when there were only three kinds of seeds. nevermind.. I cared for every one of them like .. well like plants. One of them is weed, though i cant tell which.
So, thats the story so far. till a couple of days ago that is.

I noticed today, that pigeons have eaten/messed up two pots.

And now I hate those messy birds. For ever.
If I could, i would prefer they eat something else, like bird food.


[update: the reason I am posting this post at 11:30 at night is because i have a lot of office work. Which roughly translates into wasting a lot of time on the internet while ignoring work, staying up late and turning up for work next morning looking like a zombie]
[update 2: Its 1:30 a.m and i am actually getting mad with being super tired and not sleepy(because of all the caffiene(how do you spell caffiene??)) at the same time.]

unwinding :)

Finally I got a day off..

So I am taking the day at my own pace..

A lazy lazy cup of tea.. reading stupid celebrity stuff in the newspaper.. I guess i have stated somewhere that i love the way sunlight filters in my living room.. i am totally nuts about natural lighting at home.. it really makes me happy.

Anyways, so i decided to try my hands on something i hadnt made in a long long time - Bhari bhindi.. and they turned out to be okay..

Had a terrific weekend. As a result of which by the end of the weekend, i.e. sunday night I was incredibly happy and incredibly tired.. could barely keep my eyes open.

Anyways, the tiredness did not wear off in my sleep and I arrived at work looking like a penguin lost in Amazon. (not in literal sense though. In reality, I look more like a sleep deprived human being. Which I am)


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totally unrelated topic follows
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When I was about three or four, I used to have two pony tails. And I drew pictures of people with no stomach.

Spaghetti and my brain

Many many years ago ( yeah I am very old.. right. haha ) i read a pretty sad story.. among other
sad things it taught me that human brain looks like spaghetti.

well, mine behaves like spaghetti.

Spaghetti can not remember facts and figures.

neither can my brain

ergo

the weekend

Tushar says my posts are very small.. in his words - wo shuru karne se pehle hi khatam ho jaate hain



So here it is.. (sonce a picture is worth a thousand words :D)



That is choclate cookies, chicken nuggets, fried fish and chicken curry

:)

The importance of being alert

Madhu coming back home from office..
Reaching the building before her cook does.. yayy...
Enters the lift, presses the button while trying to shake off a nasty irritating song out of her head..
The lift doors open.. a super cute kid standing on the way.. smiling.. madhu comes out of the lift, smiling wildly and asks the kid's parents(who by the way are standing there..): Are you guys new here?
Awesome bewildered looks and a quick reply - "No. We arent. "
Madhu shrugs back and walks to her flat.. Wait now, the door looks different. Did somebody vandalize her apartment!! A frenzied look here and there.. Where's the dried flower pot?? Did it get stolen too???
And then it shines upon her brain.. Its the wrong floor.. And, the kid and his parents are still staring!!!!

Major embarrassment.

Balancing factor

Ksh - "Honey.. Your clothes are always all over the place. But I really like the chocolate cake that you make. So, you are okay "

And that is how my (bare existent) culinary skills make up for my super messiness.

I am okay with that too :)

home.. alone

I understand what "mixed feelings" mean when I think about home..
Home was where we came home from school/college and no matter what happened during the day/month/year, all the worries flew away.. Mom-papa took care of everything.. we were safe.. from everything..
then we grew up.. left home. parents moved away.. and there is this house we once knew as home. the place where I can find my way in pitch darkness, where my hands and feet have memories of their own..
the patio where i sat on winter afternoons and rote learned multiplication tables(I must have paid more attention to the gajar ka halwa because i still get the multiplication tables wrong :P), my study room where i graduated to calculus and loved it..
the backyard which was full of loose earth where we played in mud in smeltering afternoons and made mud toys
the balcony from where we threw our paper planes
where I learnt to ride a bicyle, drive a motored two wheeler and eventually a car..
where i outgrew pinafores and frocks and umbrella ponytails

that.. was home..

:)

Horrible horrible mad day at work..
I had a hundred things to do.. all at once. Became disoriented.. terrible feeling

and then..

I found myself humming the "hamara bajaj" tune.. and I felt everything was going to turn out well.. and they did.

its great what happy childhood memories can achieve

touchwood..

:|

You know what I dont like - Parking.

And the thing that I really dont like - Parking in back gear !

aaaarrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!

the break, away from the mundane

giant firs

the sounds they make - they make you look around

like waves in a green ocean

the onset of spring

swathing everything in its brilliant orange - yellow tint

long lazy treks

to find a stone of your own

lots and lots (and lots) of food

happy silly laughs

happy people

:)

only hours away.. from everyday

the mundane

Sunlight sundance

We have finally started getting up early (7:30 ish i.e. ) in the mornings.. and it feels great..
Mornings are so awesome at our place.. There is this sunlight fest going on in our living room..
Its awesome. Really.. It kind of nullyfies the bad effects of being over burdened with office work.

And I tried my hands at a bit of gardening today..
:)

Looking forward to the weekend.

Scraps

Started working on one of my fav projects again.
Will post pictures once it is finished.. But I blew out the fuse by mistake and now it is going to take longer than it should :

Anyways, with K working longer hours, I have more time by myself. Since TV is mostly full of stupid crap (except for this series Bones that I love to watch) and I needed to do something productive, hence....

And it feels great to be doing something you love..

Why slippers need to be comfortable and fluffy

Came home on time today :) :)

Roamed around in the flat eating cheese slices while making shin chan noises

Time well spent??

I think so

:)

Why context is important

Jade : Great color for a satin dress
totally inappropriate for a background wash

Spring onions do not make anything bounce.

Ditto for spring rolls.

And I do not care if this blog doesnt make sense.

:D

rain ->chill -> socks

and these babies are my favorite..

Saturday morning news: Its not going to be a working weekend :D
Breakfast Menu : Homemade pizza, coffee and chocolate

Sure recipe for pure bliss

Strange times these.. very strange..
and i dont wish to get familiar..

Dear God. Let this pass.. quickly plz..

amen.

beacuse we do

our bdays fall very close to each other's.. and its our bday fortnight :D

i wanted to buy him a dafli(a brillinat coloured plastic one) for his bday gift. he wanted to buy me a pair of shoes for his gift.(we havnt discussed my bday yet :D )

we didnt do either.. that is till today..

but the thing is that i dont know if its just us or there are other couples in this world who dont really go out and buy wrapped presents for each other. the last time i got one was way back in... (gosh i cant remember)

and its fine. in fact its great. i used to be kind of embarresed about this fact that we dont buy gifts on bdays or vdays.. not any more.. (another sign of growing up?? not being embarresed about things u shouldnt be embarresed about ?? :) )

anyways.. so thats that.

phssssssssssss....

Ksh says it makes my hands look devilish..
but i love my powder blue nail polish

thats so not me.

What is success?

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
And the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
And endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by
A healthy child, a garden patch
Or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed
Easier because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

tring tring

m not much of a tech person, but the other day i got thinking about just how much change has technology brought into our lives..

me, my parents, bro and my dearest friends are separated from each other by thousands of miles.. and yet, we somehow manage to be in constant touch with each other.

i cant imagine how morose my life would have been, if only not for mobile phones and internet.

touchwood..

kaipo chhe..

I have loved google for a long time now..

but today my love increased a bit.. :D

they have put a doodle on uttrayan

:D :D

sob sob.. (tears of happYness)

lazy ms. daisy

I have been meaning to do so many things..

ever since our wedding, k and i have become one of the lousiest specimens of human beings. ok. ok .. i will only speak about me (he claims he woke up early today : )

i have become so caught up in stupid things that i dont even take pictures anymore. on the few occasions when i do pick up the camera, it is never charged ! :(

so.. i promise myself that i will become a good girl (lady??) again.

and click pictures. :)

happeeneeueeaar

new year.. umm yeah ok
i dont think there is anything to be happy about the first day of a new month of a new year..

but

i was wished a happy new year by at least 50 people at work whom i never knew before. that was nice..
we decorated our workplace and it felt nice to have some color
i received a call at work today.. it was a wrong number.. the guy still wished me a happy new year and I wished him back. and we exchanged a laugh. that was nice too..

so.. i understood.. we celebrate because we want to be happy.. and we get happy because of the celebration..

i think that makes perfect sense..

hurrah..