All Faces Of Me.

Hi. Hi. Hi.

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I have moved on to WordPress. (Cheap thrills I get at changing blogging platforms.) Contact me if you still want to read whatever I write. Sorry I am not publicizing the URL here since it's a journal thingy and a little personal. But I still want to be ~~read~~ in contact with you awesomesauce people.

So you could mail me at holyintoxication9@yahoo.in or you could mention/DM me on twitter: @AttentionMagnet

Love.

Profound theories from back when I had exams.

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Cellphone and video games are such easy retreats from real life. Like you cannot be a life-introspect-er and an avid video gamer at the same time. You either be an “i dont give a fuck about the world i ll just tweet status updates that will give me the most amount of rts”. Or you can be a “looking at phone only when required because i am busy formulating answers to the mysteries of life, its purpose and other important questions without which my life of course will be meaningless.”
And the worst part about being any of them is that they provide fantastic procrastination opportunities when you really really really have to study for exams.

I love you my Bloggie! :)

2013-10-24T00:25:00.001+05:30

Revisited my blog and read old posts.

Never felt better in life.

Maybe I'll get back to writing lengthy ass blog posts sometime in the future. Maybe not. Right now I am trying my best to rekindle my love for writing at tumblr. Because Tumblr is kind. I am not expected to make sense there.

Just in case you need to stalk me: www.dreamsandyogurt.in

2013-08-02T00:16:00.001+05:30

I am glad. I am happy.

I am in a place where I am utterly satisfied with my life. No regrets. No frustations. No over thinking and over analysing of situations that in reality donot mean anything.

Puma El Ray Shoes For Men. A Review.

2013-06-04T23:14:00.001+05:30

Recieved this happy little bag from Blogadda.

Puma has never been the minimalistic, laid back brand. It has always been about style and demanding attention. And the Puma El Ray are no exception.

These totally go-to shoes are a perfect blend of comfort and style. These casual shoes are fit for every casual occasion. Be it brunches with your girlfriend, movies with your friends or a dinner plan with your family these shoes make an appealing slip on. They are equipped with soft cushioning so they are ideal for jogging as well.

Its stunning physical features include the perfect leather, catchy and appealing higher collar with a total win win styled side panels which criss cross in the front.

The colour is bright and totally in sync with the trends of today.

The shoes fit perfectly and feel like they are tailor made especially for you. The shoes are soft to the feet amd makes the tedious task of walking around in this Delhi heat pleasant and effortless.

The no-laces part make them more comfortable, hassle free and convenient.

Now I would recommend you these Puma El Rays if you are always on the lookout for comfortable casual shoes. And with Puma you know it's a brand you can trust. Moreover the posh look is definite love at first sight.
The shoes are charged with swagger and fashioned in eye catching shades of Red and Black these sneakers boast of a very well crafted and perfectly stitched pair of shoes.

FASHION ADVICE:

Wear these posh Puma El Rey Future Sneakers with a high collared T-Shirt preferably a Polo Tee with the collars held up high. Tattered or ice-washed jeans will give this pair a total grungy look.

CARE:

The shoes are easy to store and easier to clean. Just wipe the surface of the sneakers gently with a damp cloth and you are good to go.

PUMA EL RAY FUTURE:

Price: Rs. 6999.
Available at all leading online stores and Puma showrooms. .

"Own a El Rey Future and win a trip to Spain. This review is a part of the product review program at BlogAdda.com"

This is a PHOTO SPAM! ^_^

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It's been such a long time since I have vented out on my blog and ranted and live blogged my entire life. Hence the picture post to update you as to what I have been doing. (LOL!)

Exams bring out the creative side in me and what do I do? Make jewellery bags for myself.

And what matches a cute Jewellery Box? A well arranged neat drawer. :D

In the meantime I also put up not-so-subtle reminders about approaching exams.

And different braid styles.

Read THE FAULT IN OUR STARS! Best book I have read yet. Also my mother suspected it to be a horoscope book at first. o_O Yes this happened!

With arranged drawers and cleaning up messes tried to clean my desktop as well.

Doodles. (Bah!) Too lazy to rotate pictures. DEAL WITH IT BITCHEZ!

Online shopping site sent me a free ring "by mistake". WHAT LUCK!

Ordered handmade cute and chic light lantern made by a dear friend.

Fell in love with words. Words specifically contained in "The Fault In Our Stars"

Talked dirty!

Showed off online shopaholic-ism.

Another Lets-get-creative-because-I-beez-so-jobless phase.

And he stood up for his daughter.

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The statement "I wish I was born a man is overrated". In India given the freedom and condition of most women we yearn to be born as a man. Little do we give thought to the fact that being a man is hard too. Especially here. When you can be misjudged even when your intentions are pure. But a country where we hear multiple rape slash dowry slash numerous women related issues on a daily basis it's hard to trust men. But this doesn't stop the men that are truly noble and great to stand up for women. Men who re-instill our faith in humanity.

I have lived some years of my life in Haryana. Haryana, the city where the sex ratio is awful and where girls are considered a curse to a family. A state where girls are killed even before they get a chance to see the world. In such a state it's hard to find people who would love to have their wife give birth to a girl. Yet, this is where I met Rajeev. Someone's who's deeds have always inspired me. Rajeev was our driver. He had a little daughter named Maya. Maya wasn't his blood kid yet he was the best father a girl could ever have. Maya had been thrown in the river as a new-born by a Haryanvi couple who didn't want a girl to bring utter disgrace to the family. Maybe it was her lucky day because a little while in the river and she was saved by Rajeev. Rajeev and his wife who already had two children couldn't bear the thought of giving up Maya to an orphanage or other institute so they adopted her. She was raised like their two sons, went to school and was allowed to do everything that their sons could do. And the sweetest thing was that they never told any of their kids that Maya was adopted. In a state where girls are awfully treated it is surprising and pleasant to see people like Rajeev who stand up for women and treat them as equals. All this country needs is more Rajeevs who act like soldiers and honor and protect women.

This is a poem I wrote in the above context.

All my life I have wanted to let you know

That you were the reason God didn't let me go.

You saved me in time to see another day

It was for you that God wanted me to stay.

In this place no one loves me.

Stuck in this place where I’m hated so blindly

There are so many things that others of my gender have been through

But I am here safe and sound because of you.

I was drowning

My parents frowning

But you came along just in time

And you saved my life.

I was sick.

I didn't have any help.

Nearly dying

And you saved my life.

Now all I want is

To be born as a girl again and again.

And to be always be gifted with a Dad like you,

Who spares me all the pain.

I had fallen apart

But you didn't let me part.

I had almost collapsed

But then you came in time.

And you saved my life.

This post is a part of #Soldierforwomen in association with BlogAdda.com

Peperone Handbags. ♥

2013-04-12T21:05:00.000+05:30

Never underestimate the power of a bag.

I was recently introduced to this amazing and huge world of bags by a (very girly *cough*) friend. Earlier I would distinguish a bag from another just by it's color. But oh my the world of bags is not that simple. Slings, handbags, totes, envelopes and what not. I now regret living half of my life in ignorance.

Bags have this superpower of making you look uber cool even if what you are wearing is pure boring. Provided the bag is all shades of chic and fabs.

Now in this era of online shopping buying bags is super easy. Also bags don't really come with size complications so paranoid people can buy them too. But the hard part is finding a great bag that gives you great value for your money. I recently stumbled upon this brand on twitter : Peperone. Besides having handbags that you'll fall in love at first site they have these handbags at affordable prizes. What more can a girl want?

Now I'll just let the pictures do the talking. The first bag is the one I received from Peperone since they are very humble people who give away bags to nice people. (*cough*). Also if you follow me on twitter you'll know how big a deal it was for me.

These are some other bags from the site.

The red alternative for the bag which I received.

My personal favorite in the clutch section.

The prettiest sling.

You can go and see their entire collection at:

Website | Twitter | Facebook

You can also find the brand at Flipkart, Jabong and other online shopping portals. They are literally all over the internet.

Falling in love with Dove.

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All the images used in this post are of my own. Please do not use or reproduce them in any way. Please excuse my amateur doodling. :P

***

What kind of hair do you have?
Is "hair with mood swings a thing?"

I have some weird hair. On some days they are pin straight and on some they decide to have some curls of their own. I have never been able to know the reason behind that but HEY! New hairstyle everyday so I am not complaining.

I had never been particular about the products I used on my hair until recently (read: 2 years.) I remember my mother asking me "Arey your shampoo is finished. Yahi wala lau iss baar bhi?" and I used to reply "Arey koi bhi le aao. Doesn't matter to me." Visits to relative's place or a hotel or any place I used to never bother about the shampoo I was using. So much so that once I even used a really low priced no-brand shampoo that was provided free with the aatta (wheat) sack without caring.

Having studied in a convent school we were always supposed to braid our hair. With my careless attitude towards my hair I never realized how rough and unpleasant my hair felt and looked. But I loved how braids looked. Tidy and so manageable and at the same time stylish. Given their comfort quotient I would never untie them even upon getting home and would spend the whole day in them. My favorite part of them was letting my head hang upside down from the bed and see how my braids dwindled from side to side.

But I never liked how rough the ends of my braids were.

Being a tomboy all my life I didn't even know what split ends were until 2 years back while having a haircut the stylist made a disgusting face and informed "OMG you have split ends!". That is also when I realized that they were the reason behind the ultra slow growth rate of my hair and also the previous rough ends of my braids in school.

One day while watching television I came across this Dove advert where they claimed to provide a whole bottle of conditioner free with the Dove shampoo bottle. Since the offer was tempting I bought one without knowing then that this one bottle was going to change my (read: hair's) life forever.

With just two washes my hair felt so much softer that every time I brushed my hands through it I was like "WOAH! Who's hair is this" because it certainly didn't feel like mine. It was that day and it is today. So much has changed.

From not caring to specifically instructing anyone who goes shopping to get me Dove, from regularly switching hair care products to sticking to Dove since a time span of two long years, from never looking in the mirror to obsessively doing so and always brushing my hands though my hair a million times in every 5 seconds, Dove has taken this journey with me.

I still braid my hair alot. And French braids are my absolute favorite. And now I don't stop myself from brushing the ends of my braid to my cheek because they feel so soft.

I have been using Dove Intense Repair for some while now but after using Dove Split End Rescue that came with the gift hamper I think I am going to replace the existing product.

DOVE HAS MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH MY BRAID:

*While my hand is content to touch,

A neat, tidy weave - specifically just preserved to view.

The attractiveness and stylishness

of a hairstyle that is absolutely not new.

But it certainly doesn't feel the same

Because the ends have never been this way,

They are silky smooth beyond words I must say.

My hand practices restraint,

Afraid to wreck the sleek composure.

But what it really desires is to slip between each braid

To pull apart the strands and spill over.

This is an entry for Beautiful Ends To Your Beautiful Braids by Dove on IndiBlogger. This is their Facebook Page.

The Evening Jog.

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In the evening when I am back from work I pull up my socks, wear my running shoes, pick my headphones and I am off. Off to the locality park. The sun's set and only half of the lamps in the park are on. The headphones play "chasing cars" and even though the tempo of the song doesn't match my jogging speed it's somehow relaxing. This is the time I am at perfect ease. It's pretty dark and no one sees each other's face except where they cross the dimly lit patches. This is my "me" time.

Because sometimes the path is the greatest listener.

I usually think about the day, my actions and have the deepest introspection.

This is the time when I am aware of my every step and life seems bearable even lovable to most extent. At other times I use the aid of music to get away from people, situations and also my own self and thoughts. But this stretch of time is different. Here the music isn't a means to be oblivious to the world around me rather it makes me more aware.

And in that time I wonder maybe all this adds up to something. The long hours of jog, the useless days, the shitty job, the hours of writing drafts in my blog, the senseless doodles on all my diaries, the never ending questions of sex and the existence of a God, the meaningless jokes, the decisions as to whether I should wax, quoting lyrics in a conversation and the small peck on the cheeks. Maybe all this is who I am. And this is the time when I happen to love who I am.

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Sometimes all I need is a normal life. A whole family. A friend. And a little more love than I deserve.

Lessons.

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Lessons learnt over the past two weeks:

# Failures hit you in the face when you least expect it.
# Sometimes your hundred per cent is nature's fifty.
# You might know you are better, smarter and more confident than everybody in your vicinity but you don't need to show and flaunt that 24x7.
# Sometimes acting gawaar is the only way to survive.
# Your channel of thought makes you who you are.
# Most of the times people you trust the most let you down.
# Sometimes people may mean everything to you yet they can't replace family.
# Signing up and commiting for book reviews is a bad idea if you don't really have the time.
# What people think and what people say they think are two different things.
# A hug and a chai solve every problem in this world.
# You have clothes, you have food and you have shelter. If there is a God he needs to be thanked every bloody day.
# Nobody waits for you, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, one day everyone is going to move on.
# The no. of followers on twitter is inversely proportional to the no. of friends you have in real life.
# The most intriguing question you can ask yourself is "Why do this person love me?"
# The definition of happiness varies from person to person.

Because I really don't have the time anymore.

2013-02-09T00:05:00.001+05:30

Tiring-ass work. Temple Run 2 highscores. Failed resolutions. Uncontrolled online shopping. Milestone assholery level 2 achievement on twitter (read two thousand follower).Crazy drunk episodes that I have no memory of. Embarrassing mall full length mirrors that remind me how desperately I need to lose weight. Boyfriend's hot relatives and friends that give me the complexes. Sad, mellow songs. The Last Time by Snow Patrol on an infinite loop. Rekindled fascination with Jared Padalecki. No camera vacations. Lousy weddings. Relationship-sparks rediscovery projects. Relationship anniversaries. Unexpected Exam-slash-life failures.

Twenty-Thirteen!

It's been a long long year already.

Once Upon The Tracks Of Mumbai - A Review.

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Title : "Once Upon The Tracks Of Mumbai"

Author : Rishi Vohra
Genre : Fiction.
Price : Rs.175
Publisher: Jaico Publishing House.

Cover analysis:

Never judge a book by it's cover. Something that we have all heard a million times by a million people but have never managed to stick on it. Once Upon The Tracks Of Mumbai is a perfect example. As soon as you lay your eyes on this book you are pretty much prepared to NOT like it. It has a very filmy and cliched cover page which makes you apprehensive and your brain instantly cautions you for the book to turn into a yet another Indian-author's-script-for-a-typical-Bollywood-romance-flick. But all these apprehensions fade away the moment you move to the back cover.

"Autistic. Schizophrenic. Psychotic.."

Definitely an unexplored territory. Also with every chance of things going round. But also definitely worth the risk.

My review:
When you pick up a book by an Indian author you have certain expectations which precisely includes plain pedestrian language among many others. Hinglish is their mother tongue and a lousy story with some pages plastered with steamy sex scenes and explicit language makes them a national bestseller. OUTTOM drains all your expectations down the drain. (Thankfully!) The language is extremely good. It is a bit toned down for the masses yet it doesn't disappoint you.

An autographed copy. Weeee! :D

Balwant Srivastav known as Babloo throughout the book is the protagonist of the story. He is autistic, schizophrenic and psychotic in words of the society but brave and nice in words of Vandana, an independent and romantic-at-heart whom Babloo sees himself with throughout the story. The book deals with his mental dilemmas and his ultimate path to self-discovery. The villain of the story is the society. He is not accepted by the society and not even by his parents. He is the ignored and is the less-loved kid and is constantly nagged by his father for being a social disgrace. He has ideas, he has notions on how the society should work and how the government should work but soon realizes that there is no other way to make sure that the changes take place until he takes law in his own hands.

As the title suggests the book revolves in Mumbai and especially around the railway tracks. The author explores the whole of Mumbai from slums, railway quarters to posh localities, from hard-working honest people to cable-wallas that telecast porn movies at night on viewer demands and pirated movies, from political gangs to grateful and enthusiastic television reporters, from mean and selfish people to real life heroes.

The other prominent character in the book is Vandana : A typical middle class Indian girl fascinated by the freedom of thought and action in the west. Like most of the people she has huge ass dreams but doesn't take a single step to have them fulfilled. She leaves her life and also her dreams to destiny and cribs about her life without actually doing anything about it.

Characters like Sikander and Raghu disappoint you. One is this extremely charming bastard who takes advantage of naive girls while the other is a desperate, horny, male chauvinist pig that has opinions on what his to-be-wife is "supposed" to do and not do the moment his marriage is fixed.

Things I extremely liked in the book:
1. The story is slow paced yet it doesn't get monotonous. Not once do you put off the book because you lost interest.
2. Every shade of Babloo has been brought up beautifully. You find your self relating to him at every word he says or thinks. You feel sorry for him and you feel proud of him. Either way you can't help but fall in love with the character and the way he thinks.
3. Details are paid attention to. From describing the railway flats to the intricate details of Babloo's mindset, the author has done a perfect job explaining things.
4. The mentality of the people in the book have been brought about perfectly. There is one "Raghu" and one "Sikander" in every 4 Indian males and one "Vandana" in every 5 Indian females. (The reliability of these statistics is still under review :P)
5. The book has just the right amount of humor . Like the saying:

"You can take a bhaiya out of UP but you can’t take UP out of a bhaiya."

6. The narration has been dealt with superb tactics. At one place you have a first person narration and in the next paragraph it instantly switches to third person yet I found the transition to be smooth.
7. The book is not limited to a certain age group.
8. The book transports you to another world. I read most of the book in the metro while my commute to and from work and I mostly found myself in another world away from all the noise and chatter in the metro. The world of Babloo. The world where you think like a child and the evil intentions of the person in front of you are non-existent and totally irrelevant for you.

Things I didnot like in the book:
1. No doubt the cover. If only the author would have opted for a better cover this book could have been in line for a national bestseller.
2. The fast paced climax. I was in a for a smooth and slow paced story for the entire book but when the author rushed the climax I was a bit disappointed.
3. I HATED Vandana's character. She had dreams and plans for her life but all she did was to crib about her present situation. She didn't make a single effort to improve her current status and just let destiny sweep her off her feet.
4. Some parts get filmy where the protagonist turns all Sunny Deol and wipes of a bunch of people single handedly.

Final Verdict:
Engrossing. Fascinating. Lovable. Detailed. All in all this book leaves you with a warm and fuzzy feeling by the end. As experienced by Mr. Prahalad Kakkar "You'll find bits of yourself in this book". Sometimes you'll find yourself relating to Babloo while in the very next instance you'll find yourself in Vandana. The book is engaging, interesting and insightful. It is definitely a page turner and if you like it as much as I do in the first read you'll find yourself reading it again.

Usually I am not a fan of books being turned into movies as it changes the main essence of it yet I somehow want this book to be turned into one. It has all the shades of being turned into a great movie.

Rating:
4/5

About the author:

Rishi Vohra recently relocated back to Mumbai after completing a Green MBA from San Francisco State University and a Masters Diploma in Environmental Law, prior to which he had a successful career in the Indian Entertainment Industry. After featuring as a guest columnist for various newspapers in India, he currently writes for delWine and is a Certified Specialist of Wine (CSW). 'Once Upon the Tracks of Mumbai' is his first novel.
Website: www.rishivohra.com

Shave Or Crave Movement.

2012-12-30T22:44:00.003+05:30

Remember when stubble was cool and women used to chose facially hairy men over the clean shaven ones? Me neither!

A stubble has been a women's nemesis ever since forever. A stubble and a man's laziness to shave it. A stubble has been a women's enemy ever since the first time she had hugged her dad when she was a kid and her dad's prickly stubble pierced into her soft chubby skin. There is something about a clean shaven man. There is something about the personality he emits. If you are a women imagine yourself in a situation where your car has broken down in the middle of the road. Now picture two men standing nearby. One is clean shaven while the other has this crazy ass beard. Who would you rather ask for help? The clean shaven and unmistakably normal one or the hairy terrorist? I rest my case.

The only sphere where it is justified to keep a stubble is if you are a part of Al-Queda. I can sympathize that you don't really have the time. But what is it with others? What misconceptions are you living with, men? I am shocked out of my wits that some men live with the idea that a stubble makes them look handsome and even manly. Like seriously? I am sure a nerd with no desire to hook up with girls in the future must have initiated this misconception.

Here are 5 ways to make men crave so that they get rid of their evening stubble:

Facebook Spams:

Spam your Facebook walls with picture of hot Hollywood and Bollywood chikne actors. Be sly. If he notices your each and every action he'll know what is going on. And if you are lucky you'll be spending the night with a Taylor Lautner of your own.

Stop your share of hair removal:

Stop waxing. Stop threading your eyebrows. Stop getting rid of your mustache. And then go out on a date with him wearing shorts/skirts flaunting as much of your mini-zoo legs and arms as possible. Make your message heard loud and clear. Make him realize how it feels to roam around with a person who looks like a Lhasa Apso and how embarrassing it is.

Tag game:

We all have those moments where we kiss our boyfriend/husband too passionately in the flow of the moment and regret later because whole of the side of our face is covered in a prominent red rash courtesy his stubble because he couldn't care less to shave. Now all we have to do is go running to a camera and take a clear picture of the rash. Treat it with care girls. This is evidence!! Now upload this picture on Facebook and clearly tag him. If your persistent efforts to make him shave haven't helped till yet this sure will.

Take control over the remote:

Every guy loves his games. Maybe even more than you. So on the day of his big India-Pakistan match conveniently stick a note on the television that says: If you plan on keeping your stubble you need to pay. Now hide the remote somewhere and slip out of the house for shopping lest he tries to charm you into giving him the remote. Even if he somehow manages to watch the match : at his friend's house or whatever, it was so worth the inconvenience caused.

The Talk:

Every man fears "The Talk" and tries to avoid every instance that suggests a future of a long discussion. Give him an ultimatum If the stubble isn't gone by the end of today we'll have a talk. If he doesn't succumb to your demand lay down some basic rules: No kisses, no sex. And as you might of course know nothing inspires a man to do something more than the call of his hormones.

Be Creative:

Lastly be creative. Stubble is a recurring fight. You'll need to be creative and revise your tricks time to time. If you are lucky your man might become cooperative. If not you know you need to change your boyfriend and not the tricks.

This post is a part of 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with BlogAdda.com

Loss.

2012-12-30T00:16:00.003+05:30

I reached office late today. After a lot of "GoodMornings" and "Hey!HowAreYous" later I was informed that I had to go on an audit. My colleague warned me for using the metro since 9 stations were shut today. AGAIN. I inquired the reason for this since they had been reopened a day ago. She told me that "Nirbhaya was dead. And the government feared more protest".

This was a blow. Something in me died. I am usually not a person who gets carried away with events and misfortunes happening to "strangers". I am an average Indian. I am shallow. I am selfish. And I am usually not concerned.

I somehow hoped against all odds that she would live. This feels weird. I have never felt this before. The sympathy, the condolences for someone I don't know. Ever since this incident took place I find myself thinking about it all the time. I find myself brimming with questions. How was she like? Was she beautiful? Would she had ever guessed that she would go through so much and cause such a huge uproar in the entire nation when she woke up on the morning of December 16th? If only they hadn't got the tickets for the movie they had watched and instead gone someplace else. If only they had been late and missed that specific bus. If only the police had taken action against the truck driver's complaint.

So many ifs and buts. So many questions. So many opinions. But nothing changes the fact that she is gone. Gone because neither of the six men had a conscience. Gone because these men had misconceptions about the ways to prove their "manhood".

I am sad. I am disheartened. I am hurt. And somewhere I am scared. Because I might be next.

R.I.P Nirbhaya.
You are in a better and safer place now.

Wrong Means Right End. The book through my eyes.

2012-12-13T21:00:00.001+05:30

About the book: After a divorce Sneha is now a single, working mom, has no time, or inclination for love. She resists every attempt at matchmaking made by overzealous Nandini, who is now happily married to industrialist Adidtya Sarin. But Sneha's world turns upside down when she runs into the self-made and arrogant Nikhil, a man she has an unpleasant history with. Meanwhile, Gayatri, Aditya's ex-fiancée comes back to town. To stop her Sneha must ask Nikhil for help but they can't stand each other. Will Sneha and Nikhil let go of their egos in time to save Nandini's marriage and find love along the way?

Things I liked:
The language of the book is "fantastic" . Fan being the keyword here. You can literally imagine the whole plot playing in front of you since the narration is so modern-Indian. The language is Hinglish and very much the better form of our dialect these days. The cool nick names and the replacement of the first letter of common cuss words is really funny. And when Sneha replaces Shit with tit its just downright hilarious. The characters are well defined. The narration and the language is great. It's the plot that I have a problem with.

Things I didn't like:
Because every protagonist has to be the self-satisfied and self-sufficient woman who isn't looking for love yet ends up getting just that. Because being a single mother in a metropolitan is super easy when the plot of the story isn't revolving around that. She has the ultra cooperative maid in a world where finding a normal maid is harder than finding a good husband. Wrongs means right end is everything but realistic. I usually am never reallly disappointed in a book but this book forced me to. To be honest I dont need more than 3-4 days to read a book but for WMWE I literally had to remind myself that I have to write a review for BlogAdda in order to make myself read this book. The book looks like a looooong Ekta Kapoor show. The whole story is in front of you even before you read it. Maybe I have outgrown chick lit novels or maybe my recent busy schedule is too exhausting to fit in a book but this book was a tough one to read.
I am tired, bored and I feel I wasted a lot of my precious time.

My rating:
1.5/5

This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at BlogAdda.com.
Participate now to get free books!

Shoes.

2012-11-23T23:38:00.002+05:30

I had always wondered how girls spent so much money on shopping.
Like how do they do it?

But today I have an answer.

They just go out there, buy what they want and don't give a single fuck about anything else.

Because today was the day when I spent the whole of my month's stipend on buying shoes. And not just one but three fucking pairs of it. I am a person who hasn't EVER shopped for shoes. Atleast not by will. So this is a huge day in my life.

And I feel immensely happy.

After a very long time. Also guilty. But mostly happy.

One of those days.

2012-11-23T00:17:00.001+05:30

I think I want to sit in a corner, curl up and cry.

Am I sad? Yes. Do I have a reason to be? No. Am I stupid and immature? I think so.

Week, Goals and the Tablet.

2012-11-21T00:03:00.000+05:30

Dear Blog,

Too much has been happening. Too less time for myself. I hate this. I hate not having time for myself. I hate having to shun responsibilities just to do things I want to do. And no progress on my to-do list frustrates me even more. Maybe I should start small. Like making goals for a week.

So this week's goals would be:

Start reading. Angels Of The Dark.
Go and enroll myself for Yoga.
Wake up at 7 and go for a jog.
Go out with friends. I can't remember the last time I saw them.

On a another note, have you ever wondered how

the first kiss, losing virginity, proposing, getting married are so alike on a certain level. You think about it for so many days planning the perfect moment and reliving it in your head a million times. You have a hundred perfect and not-so-perfect scenarios in your head which you think might happen and find yourself thinking about that prospective moment every time of the day. But when it actually happens, it's just whoosh and done. And all you are left with is "What? Is that all?". These moments are so hyped up.

I somehow found myself on the same page in a bit of a similar situation. Thinking, planning and whatnot and when it actually happened it just did. And I didn't feel any different as apposed to my belief that my life would change. Well! Life and it's mysteries I tell you!

I can't believe it's just 3 days since my exams ended. So much has happened in between. Also work has been resumed. I officially hate my job, my life, my chosen career option and everything in between. I have tried again and again and yet again to convince myself that this is what I always wanted, this is what I want to do, this is what I have to love. But.. I don't know. I just don't see it happening.

Now, something that genuinely made me happy arrived today morning. A graphic tablet. I see lot of doodles in the future.

See you.

Haaaappy days are here again!

2012-11-17T18:52:00.000+05:30

EXAMS OVER!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeee!!

I'll just head over to my long long looong list of to-do-after-exam list now.

Too many books to read. Too many shows on queue. Let's get to work!

See you!

Diwali Peekchares!

2012-11-16T13:46:00.001+05:30

Blur on purpose!

15th November 2012.

2012-11-15T20:04:00.001+05:30

Dear Past Me,

I miss you. I really do. I miss how you effortlessly gelled with people. I miss how you didn't judge people quickly. And most of all I miss how you used to eat whatever you wanted without your brain counting calories on an abacus.

Things have changed around here. Ever since you left, I don't apologize anymore. People are distancing themselves from me and I don't blame them. I haven't been really strong lately too.

You are what I need.

Please come back. I could really do with some company.

Yours,

Present Me.

13th November 2012.

2012-11-14T02:15:00.001+05:30

Sometimes I have a feeling that I don't fit here.
Starting with Diwali cleanings to bursting crackers I find myself more and more disinterested each year.
I just don't seem to get it. What's the fun in bursting a firecracker? Is it worth the noise and air pollution it makes and the innocent animals it scares? Even if one isn't environmentally aware, are crackers worth the amount of money they cost?
I don't get the point. Did Diwali, the festival of lights originally mean plastering the ulteriors of your house in Chinese L.E.D lights with no creativity whatsoever, with the sole purpose of having more and shinier lights than your neighbors?
Did it mean packing small gifts in huge boxes and glossy papers or gifting a truckload of sweets at a house that comprises only of the elderly and the both being diabetic?
I have no idea.
With an atheist's point of view the prayers had stopped making sense to me a long time back. But now I am just losing my ability to get and understand people's point of view as well.

The Bankster. A review.

2012-11-05T04:22:00.001+05:30

Note: Since this book is a thriller I have tried to keep this review totally spoiler free. Enjoy!

Title : "The Bankster"

Author : Ravi Subramanian
Genre : Crime Thriller.
Price : Rs.250
Publisher: Rupa Publications

My review:
Ravi Subramanian. The John Grisham of banking. Usually when I read a book after listening to all the applauds it has received I am more keen on proving people wrong, on trying to find faults and to give a different opinion. But this book didn't give me that chance.

I was smitten as soon as I had the book in hand. From the mysterious and apt cover illustration to the synopsis everything was perfect with a capital P. Even with my exams just 5 days away I couldn't resist the temptation of reading the entire book in a single go. It was that engrossing.

Something I particularly liked about the book was the speed. The narration was speedy and to the point. At no page did I have the urge to keep it down or take a rest. I even carried the book to the washroom when answering my calls of nature. And the best part was even with the racy narration no part of it seemed rushed.

This book was a whole new world for me. The naked truth of banks, their employees, NGOs had me shocked. The author has done a brilliant job in writing a book related to banking yet not using difficult terminology. This is a very mature book in terms of how the author has handled it.

The book has three parallel plots. At first you have absolutely no clue how and why they are linked. The weakness as with almost all stories with a parallel setup is that one intends to take preferences. One of the stories becomes your favorite and you start paying less attention to others. Also along the way you'll realize your sympathies changing towards various characters in the book. Though I especially loved how some characters turned out to be totally different from what they appeared to be at first.

Something that takes the limelight away is the ending. The climax is SUPERB. I wouldn't have guessed it. And I bet you won't be able to either. This of course is a prerequisite for a novel that is a crime thriller.

Crime thrillers are usually a one-time reads. But I am sure I am going to read this book again after my exams, it was that fantastic.

Ravi Subramanium is undoubtedly one of my favourite Indian authours now. I now just have to save to buy all his other books as well.

This is also my first ever authour-signed books which makes it ulra-special!

The Final Verdict:

DEFINITE READ!

Rating: 4.5/5

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