Guilty Pleasures

I think I have mentioned somewhere before that I love, absolutely love watching food shows. I understand and remember only bits from them, but i guess i derive some kind of guilty voyeuristic pleasure watching those delicious dishes.

However, now that I am thrown into wedlock, ksh and I have to share the idiot box. Needless to say, endless arguments begin and end at the ownership of the remote control. As a result, instead of my food shows and his stupid shows(sports or some crap sports) we have to settle on some neutral show that both of us hate equally. (Or else, we just watch Shin Chan.)

This was till some time ago. Luckily we discovered this food show on D. Travel and Living called Nigella Bites. I love watching her food, Ksh just loves watching her.

Finally a food show that we both can ogle at. :)

"I am on a sneezing spree"
Another sign that winters are coming.

And I am very very busy too. But that does not have any significance at the macro life_on_earth level.

And yes, I AM going to be a super ninja girl in my next life.

Or alternatively

a super ninja squirrel

:)

Genuine appreciation goes a long long way.
It holds the ability to make you smile whenever u are reminded of it.

The first time I remember receiving such appreciation dates back to 2003. We were in III year I guess and had a fashion show in college. Never practiced, no rehearsals at all. In fact the dresses we wore were also anything we could lay our hands on to. Our group was a strange and funny assortment of people mostly from archi. For me it was the first experience of walking on the ramp. After finishing my walk when I went back to the lineup, my partner in the show - SJB says - "You were marvelous" and meant every word of it. And I seriously felt the genuine appreciation- without any hidden intentions. And it was one of the best compliments I have ever received in my life.

And now SJB and BG are getting married. I am sure they are going to be the most creative couple ever. Best of luck dears.. I hope I can attend the wedding. Will try. :)

I forget things. Its amazing how I could not recall anything. You are lucky u remember only the good parts he says. And I think so too..

Although it is hard for to realize, but situations hint that we must have grown up. Made the biggest Capex yet(and I hav reasons to believe that it is gonna stay the biggest for at least next 10-12 years or so).. So :) :)

P.S.: A very very happy Diwali and happy new year to all the lovely beings on this rock No.3 :)

True to the last word

Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age.

Dr. Seuss

A breathful of memories

It is a well known fact that I have lousy memory. I can hardly remember useful facts or occurances and frequently forget people's names.

The same is not true for my nose =0

Scents have always been associated with my memories. And not just factual memories, but memories complete with a feelings and sentiments.

It comes in really handy at times. Like no matter how depressed I am, a whiff off an old book takes me back to my old school library and momentarily to the carefree life I had as a kid (It is a separate matter that it also sends me to a sneezing spree as I am severely allergic to old book mold :D :D)

The neighborhood Saptaparni has blossomed.



I know very few trees (Rajnigandha, mogra(grows in shrubs, not tree).. ) who blossom at night. And with such heady mesmerizing enthralling fragrance.

A whiff of it is enough to indicate that winters are approaching and it is time to start airing the blankets.

More importantly - Diwali is here. :D :D

Friday is for Fun

Thank God for Fridays..

Got up late, broke my sandal ,was piled up with work

And yet...

its friday

and that's all that matters

Quirpost

Just went through a change of address. The process is more tiring than I had imagined. Most of my stuff is still dumped in the lobby(Its not really a lobby, just an extension of living room. But Lobby is such a cute name for a room). It will take us at least a week to arrange everything. Difficult in a working week of course. Anyways, the thing I am most excited about is painting the table. Bought primer, paint, brushes etc... I am so looking forward to the weekend.

In an ideal world, I would be a carpenter. And make beautiful things.
I really envy the guy on "While you were Out".. He has got some awesome amazing tools. I bet I can make some serious great stuff if I had those.

or a weaver. yup.. I could be a weaver. And make... mm.. carpets. Yeah quirky carpets. They would be called - quirpets

:)

:-\

I finally saw the point behind getting an engineering degree..
Damn.. I wish I had seen it earlier.. like when I still had a chance.

Most of the stuff he explained went above my head.. but i understood bits and parts.. (like RLC circuit, step-up/step-down transformer, inverter/converter :).. and I was glad that I did.. saved me from being a complete fool.

I was impressed, awed and intimidated all at once.

A touch with reality

Fate is our only chance for sanity.. Well for most of us that is.

Not for those kids I met today..
They have their feet firmly rooted to the ground.

Awesome

My Favorite : I
Ksh's favorite: U

What abt u??

My Kingdom of Blunderland

BBQ : Big Blunder Queen

That's who I am

:|

Joined a campaign against blog titles

2 Packets of Milk : Rs. 23
Petrol : Rs. 10
The look on his face when he discovered I left him sleeping, stole our car and drove to the dairy alone: Priceless

And..

I came across a Kadamb tree. In full bloom. (Are they always in bloom. I dont know) It must have been at least 15 years since I had last seen one.

Wasted the whole Sunday in a wild goose chase.

Went to bed a lot wiser.

Rain drain

As usual rains crippled Delhi's roads. Office goers returned from mid way.

I had a five hour delhi darshan tour. And a half day at home.

Cooked. After a long long time.

Changed blog layout. Will give it a 6 out of 10.

oopsie

I nearly fell asleep..

I hate meetings.

The rides

As a kid, I used to go to school in our school bus. For years I used to get ready in the morning, wait at the bus stop with other kids, pick flowers(there was a jhadu wala phool ka paed that I loved and still love. I visited it this time I was in Ahmedabad. It hasnt changed much.. Just looked not as big as I remembered it as a kid. (Wierdly the same thing also happened with a tall uncle. I saw him after about 15 years and he didnt seem that tall at all)), play seven up etc. etc while waiting for the bus. With time we even discovered a magic trick to make the bus arrive if it was late. We wrote "bus aa ja" on sand with our shoes (the fact that the shoes got soiled didnt bother us at all. I love childhood). And magically the bus would arrive. I still believe in the power of wanting something to happen collectively. And it still works.

Yeah so when the bus came, there was usually a scramble for "window seats". I remember the winning feeling when we(from the younger lot) managed to get a window seat. (However, we never actually remained on our seats ever. As soon as the bus started, the kids lined up along the aisle of the bus to experience the "superjump" on the numerous road bumpers all the way till the school.)

I have pretty much forgotten the thoughts with which I started this post. But it had something to do with the bus rides.

I took the company bus to work in Pune. It was a very very boring affair. Half asleep colleagues. Nobody shouted or counted red maruti cars. I usually immersed myself in crossword puzzles or sudoku. But there was one sight for which I waited. There was a small cottage on the way. Quite old and shabby. It was built in the wonderful old fashioned design (Pune is full of such beautiful old pieces. Most of them near the camp area.. one near an abattoir with grass on its slanting roof. Most of them in ruins now.) And it had sunflowers growing all around it. Bright yellow pretty sunflowers. A mere sight of them would make my day.

In NCR, there is no scope for such eye treats. I thought my daily bus journeys would be drab and boring. But haha.. I was proven wrong. On my way, I come across some very innovative furniture shops. And there is a street with shops selling old pieces of furniture. In first glance anyone would dismiss them for "kabaad". But on closer look you would discover that with a little work those pieces would be priceless..

So everyday, I chose one piece that I am able to have a good look at, and spend the rest of the journey thinking about what I would do with it.

I love day dreaming.

And I really want to settle down. In a house with our own furniture.

(So much about bus rides.)

Little things

From here

Cat with a hat. Mouse with a house

Beautiful morning.

Raining..

Sweet cool breeze..

:)

Week one

A great library..

Good coffee as many times u want..

what else can one want??

:)