Kohlad!

Pics from Kohlad! Click on the images for a larger view! :D

Oh there were loads of these :D



This is a picture from Alibaug...Disappointing!

Confuddled

Some say we're like Ross and Rachel.
Some say we're like Mr. Big and Carrey.
What do you think?
Will you come after me to Paris and be my knight in shining armour?
Or will you be my lobster?
Or what?
I don't know.


P.S. I'm back from vacation! Pics/stories soon :)

Finally!

Going to Kolad tomorrow! Will be back on Monday with lots of pictures and stories (hopefully!)

Have a great weekend, and a very Happy Republic Day! Jai Hind!

Wohoo!

New template!

Yahoo! :)

10 Days of Appreciation: The Folks

[Ok Ok Ok! It's not 15th January, but I can't help it! Inspiration just did NOT strike! Whatever! Read!!]

The Folks i.e, My Parents

Those were the days! Sigh...oblivion!

My mom's gone to Calcutta, Kolkata..Kul..Col..ugh, forget it! She's been gone for four days now, and there is no better time to begin my appreciation of her than now. We've been eating out three days straight, and our digestive tracks have gone for a toss. Yesterday, dad actually left work early so he could go home and cook us a normal meal of dal chawal. Aah..dal chawal..yum.

Wait, we're gonna talk about my ma now. So yes, ma is one of the best human beings you'll ever know. For real. She's nice, helpful and extremely emotional. I presume that's the case with everyone's mother, however! What sets my mother apart is her quirkiness. She is sorta like the Phoebe of our home. Spiritual, positive and vegan!

My mother is the kind who will look for the positive no matter how bleak the situation looks. I'd like to believe I inherited a bit of this quality. And her mantra? "I'm the best!", which she would ask us to repeat everytime we're feeling down.

Another quirk of hers? Her ritualistic 'maun brat'. From 8am to 10am, she does not utter a single word, everyday. This is the time when the three of us would leave for work/college, and we have to try to understand what she is saying by means of charades, with hilarious results, might I add! According to her, she does this to keep herself calm, because the three of us get too demanding in the mornings. Good idea, I think!

My mom really puts up with a lot. And this puny post is not much of an appreciation. Diamond neclace, anyone? :) Love you ma!

Let us now shift focus to my dear Dad. Let me begin by saying that daddy is the most nicest smelling man I've ever encountered. He has such good smelling cologne that wafts throughout the house everytime he comes out from a shower. This is one quality of his that I've picked from him, cause I douse myself with hefty (not overpowering!) doses of perfume too.

Dad is also very very funny. And he has such an awesome laugh, his eyes close, his face turns red, you can't help laughing yourself. Dad melts easy too..a please is enough to ask him to get something for you. (How mean am I!)

Like most dad's he is concerned and protective of his daughters. He still hesitates before letting us go anywhere post 6pm. He has trouble letting us go, cause to him, we're still his two little daughters who would cling to him all day long. :) Love you dad!

And with this emotional note, I bid thee farewell, till my next appreciation!

10 days of appreciation!

I'm going through a severe writer's block (yet again!) and I cannot come up with good, readable material. So I thought, why not make the most of my temporary (hopefully) illness, and have a 10 days of appreciation..thingy!

For ten straight days, I will be appreciating 10 people/things who have been in my life. They are as follows:
1. P woman (my sister)
2. Mudoh
3. Radrid
4. The folks
5. Daakan
6. Lady
7. Chicken
8. The Jerry
9. SCM
10. Vodafone

This may seem confusing now, but all will be explained. They will be written about in no particular order.

So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow :)

P.S. I wish my life was as exciting as certain bloggers (you know whom I'm referring to here!) so I could write about all the awesome parties I've been to and all my sexcapades. Sigh. But such is life! :(

Sylvia Plath is God

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Sylvia Plath

Grrr

Warning: (Another) Rantsy post up ahead!

You know what question I hate? "Tell me about yourself?". It is the worst thing you can ask anyone, and it is also one question every interviewer asks to a prospective employee. I, too, have been asked this question many times, and I've always cringed when I hear it. I mean,what is the correct answer to that? What do I tell them about myself? Should I tell them I am a fan of metal music? Should I tell them I had my head shaved off when I was 2? Or should I tell them my autobiography? Sheesh! What a stupid question. It should be banned, effect immediately!

I seriously have started questioning my belief in GOD. I mean, if the holy one really loved us mortal being, chocolate would have been health food, and salads would have been junk. Why! Why! Why are the good things in life always bad for us? Why can't I binge on chocolate and not have to worry about gaining a kg or two! Grr

I hate people. There, I said it! Everyone is rude, inconsiderate, manerless and have absolutely no civic sense/responsibility. Case(s) in point: You can't walk the streets of Bombay without stepping on a pile of human feces or mucus/pan filled spit. No, you cannot avoid it. You cannot get your passport made without bribing the police officer with alchohol and/or money. You cannot stand in a packed ladies' compartment in the train without getting into a fight with a 'woman' (term used very loosely) because you broke her fake nail. And if you're a woman, you can't escape from the general compartment without being touched/molested/groped/teased/raped.

But everytime, everytime these volcanic feeling erupt under me and before I start grinding my teeth, I remind myself to look up at the sky. Have you ever noticed how beautiful it is? How the sunlight beams through fluffly clouds? How the sun sometimes hides behind them? The consistent sky-blue colour that sometimes changes to grey during the monsoon? Have you ever seen birds flying in the sky, swishing and swirling in formations? Have you ever seen dogs wagging their tails if you hover a mere Parle G biscuit before their noses? Have you ever scratched them behind their ears and watched them pant in happiness?

But, such is life.

I'm all better now. :)

Thanks for listening/reading

A Very Yummy New Year!

Made dinner to celebrate New Year. Was quite yummy indeed!

Potato Skins:




Pasta with garlic bread:


Hope you had a kickass New Year!