DaDdY's GirL

~My BROTHER KI DULHAN & ME... in the kitchen~

2012-05-30T23:41:00.000+05:30

My Nisha VAU had put Aakash,my first cousin & her first (and only) husband, on a strict diet.

Although she meant well, she ended up upsetting him by doing so.

She tried doing everything she could but she's afraid things between them weren't the same anymore. She finally gave up last Saturday and decided to cook him his favorite dish.

You know, every man has a woman who is his favorite cook. For Aakash, that woman has always been me - if I add one cup of salt to boiling water and serve it to with a fancy mocktail name, I bet he'll love even that. OK; that's an exaggeration but you get the drift...

So, she insisted I help her make Tacos just the way he likes it. Now that involves making a Green sauce (made using GREEN tomatoes) and a lot of other ingredients we couldn't find anywhere in Vadodara at this time of the year... we went everywhere from the Khanderao Market to Spencer's but all in vain.

...and thank God for that! We came up with a shortcut to making Tacos and believe me, it tastes much better this way.

We happily part with the recipe we followed, that too IN PICTURES! =) You can thank us later. ;)

Ingredients:-

Taco Shells

Baked Beans (use like 250g for 6 shells)

MIX - 1/2 C grated Carrot, 1/2 C shredded Cabbage, 1/2 C grated Cheese,
1 tbsp Dhania leaves, 1/2 tsp Sugar, 1 tsp Lemon Juice, 2 tbsp Green Chilli Sauce
Salt to taste.

Method:

Add 2 tbsp of Baked Beans in each Taco Shell.
Put some of the Carrot-Cabbage Mixture on top.
Sprinkle some more Cheese & Chilli Sauce.
Repeat
Serve with Salsa.

Aakash was grinning ear to ear as he tried it, completely clueless about how we had messed with the just-the-way-he-likes-it-recipe. *hangs head in shame :P *
...and they lived happily ever after. =) =) =)

Like they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomch.

Good Night, you all!

~I'm a BIG BIG girl, in a BIG BIG world~

2012-05-25T13:54:00.001+05:30

First of all, thank me for reminding you of this fantastic Emilia song. :p If you loved it in your teens, like I did, I bet you're going to sing it in your head for the rest of the day.

Secondly, give me a big round of applause! I'll tell you why kisi aur din. :p

Third, getting down to what I came here to tell you:- June is almost here!!! =) and that makes me smile... a lot!

It's going to be a crazy busy month with lots of reasons to celebrate:-

1. my BIG 25th - I can tell I've evolved as a person as I've grown up - like everybody else, I've gained some and I've lost some but there's one thing about me that remains unchanged - my excitement for my birthday. It's like the whole universe revolves around me on that day and I just can't wait to celebrate like there's no tomorrow.

2. my first BIG job - It involves BIGger students and a much BIGger pay cheque. I was a little skeptical about it initially but then as long as I am teaching, I'll be fine.

3. my BIG step on the career ladder - I ultimately decided to go for what I had been putting off for so long - my MASTERS! If I tell you more about my career plans, you're probably going to laugh. :| So that's it about that.

I believe, my life is finally falling into place. It didn't out to be the fairytale like my naive self had anticipated, nonetheless it makes me feel extremely grateful more often than not.

All in all, I'm happy. This mood is scary...

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~I Guess This Is GoodBye. NOT.~

2012-05-20T16:29:00.000+05:30

Whenever somebody asks me why I blog, the answer always is, "for more or less the same reason we click pictures - you can hold them close to your heart even when everything/everyone in it has changed for good."

One thing certain about life is its uncertainty. Life, as you might have learnt, changes in the blink of an eye. At times we struggle to cling to what it has always been for us while at others we simply go with its flow.

A couple of major changes have occurred in my life lately, but I am going to leave those for a later post maybe. Fikar not, my life is good filhaal and it is only getting better. *touch wood* ...except the fact that today is probably the last time I'd get to watch Dravid play.

I had a dinosaur size crush on Rahul Sharad Dravid. He's tall, dark, handsome AND, above all, dependable! I couldn't have wished for more then. :p He's the gentleman who got me fall in love with Cricket. He's the reason I enjoy watching Cricket so much that it actually affects my mood. :p The teenage me cried to sleep for the first time the day he got married. Nonetheless, that did not change my 'love' for him until I grew up a little. Even then, it just got transformed to what I feel for him now i.e. a little more than love... one word to sum that up - RESPECT!

There's something about him that still makes me cheer for him like a teenager, even now, every time I watch him play.It's a treat to see him on strike regardless of whether he stays there to hit a double century or is declared out at the first ball.

Today, as I'll watch him play for, what I think is, the last time, I know I'll end up shedding tears even if I try not to. I remember a line from The Wonder Years that goes: Some heroes pass through your life and disappear in a flash. You get over it. But the good ones, the real ones, the ones who count - stay with you for the long haul.

No matter what, that rare man of class and character is going to stay in my heart for as long as his last name does in our National Anthem. =)

~Love Is In The Air~

2012-05-03T12:32:00.001+05:30

A lot of good wishes are in order it being my parents' 28th wedding anniversary today & Diva's 2nd birthday tomorrow.

28 years of being together - in good times and bad! As someone who has a commitment phobia, I can't even begin to imagine what that must feel like. It's really fascinating... some love stories, begin as arranged marriages! =)

LOVE is when your Mom takes a sip of your Dad's tea before serving it to him to make sure it is just the way he likes it!

...and LOVE is when your pet dog is so happy to see you that she can't stop licking you even after you leave her alone for the whole day...

If you own a dog, you know that if there's anyone who can possibly love you more than your parents do, it's your dog. Here's wishing the my piece of my heart - a very Happy 2nd Birthday (a day in advance)!

OK, I wanted this to be a long, touchy post but I don't seem to be able to focus. The cake in the oven and a million other things are distracting me... So, later!

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hum baney… tum baney… ek dujey ke liye...

2012-04-15T16:27:00.001+05:30

hum baney… tum baney… ek dujey ke liye…

OK; whoever wrote that song, how did they know that? #genuineKoschan

How does anyone know that? They say marriages are made in heaven. But how on Earth do we know when to say YES?

I met Mr. San Jose last evening.

I still remain skeptical of arranged marriages. I guess it is not much because of who he is. He's a sweetheart. Or so he appeared to be. Anyway, so I think the reason I'm so anti-arranged marriages is the criteria we adopt to decide if he/she in the one or not.

Let’s see – First of all I was given Mr. SJ’s pictures and his ‘bio-data’. Frankly speaking, I looked at the pictures first. :p

1. Looks

Like I had mentioned earlier, he’s handsomer than Brad Pitt. When I showed his pic to the Best Friend, she said comically, “OMG! I’d love to see this face every day. Marry him already! …or I will!”

I won’t deny it – I too would love to wake up each day next to someone who looks as ‘delicious’ as him. But then, I believe looks don’t matter so much in the long run… because if they did, people in showbiz would be the happiest couples.

2. Educational Qualification

A guy once ‘rejected’ me because he thought I’m not as qualified as he is. Well, if that’s how he thinks I’m truly glad I didn’t end up marrying him.

Mr. SJ did his M.B.A. from the University of California, L.A. He agreed to help me understand all I need to know in order to buy my first share and he’s also going to give me all the stock market advice I want for FREE! =) =) =) But I can’t marry him for that, right?

Why is someone who is a champion of innumerous degrees considered to be a better match than someone who isn’t? One of my best friends is a surgeon and the other is a C.A. They both burned midnight oil to achieve what they wanted to. I’m a school teacher. But the three of us get along really well. *touchwood* So I don’t understand what qualification has got to do with compatibility - I’m not looking to HIRE someone; I’m looking for a spouse.

3. The Work aspect

Every girl, whether she admits it or not, wishes to marry a guy who earns more than she can spend. I’m no exception. All the same, I won’t really care if the China plates don’t go with the Melamine bowls as long as we’re eating together. It won’t matter if the color of the curtains doesn’t match with that of the room as long as it feels like HOME! So that’s that.

I’m not saying I am not a fan of a lavish life style but I’d be content if lying next to him makes me feel like we belong together.

So the fact that Mr. SJ has a 6-digit salary doesn’t really make me want to say a yes to him.

4. Family/Social Background

This is such a no-brainer! My sister and I belong to the same ‘background’ and yet we’re two drastically different individuals.

I’m still where I was - WHEN DO YOU SAY YES?

I know there’s no rule of thumb here... I, personally, subscribe to the FOLLOW YOUR HEART school of thought while making any decision – big or small. But when that didn’t work out too well for me when it came to the shaadi-thing, I feel all lost and confused.

I do understand that we can never have a CUSTOMIZED version of the person we wish to spend our lives with and no matter when or who we decide to be with, there always is going to be some risk involved but it’s not as easy as gambling in casino… because God forbid, here, if you lose, you feel what English fails to help me describe. I cannot go through it again.

I was happy in a I-don’t-want-to-get-married-ever mode until I happened to listen this song on a friend’s iPod… it goes something like:-

Life is one big party when you're still young,
But who's gonna have your back when it's all done?
It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun.
Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run?

OK SERIOUSLY, someone pray tell me WHEN DO KNOW IT IS OK TO SAY YES?!?!?!
...Or just hold me and tell me it will all be okay. oh pretty please?

What's the good in Goodbye?!

2012-04-13T18:06:00.002+05:30

The school closed for summer today.
I said GOODBYE to my class of 61 students.
It's like my heart shattered into 61 pieces. =(
I had never anticipated that it would be easy yet I didn't realize it would be this difficult.

It's really sad – you nurture them for almost an year, you start to love them like your own flesh and blood, you teach them – what's inside the textbook AND what isn't, you watch them learn, you see them grow, you pour your soul into them and then, one fine day, you've to bid them farewell.

Here's a little prayer for each one of them – with lots of love.

May your troubles all be small ones,
And your fortunes ten times ten.
May God bless you & keep you,
'Till we meet again.

May you walk with sunlight shining,
And a blue bird in every tree.
May there be a silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see.

Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what might have been.
May God bless you & keep you,
'Till we meet again

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~ghar aaya mera pardesi~

2012-04-08T20:11:00.004+05:30

I may be a spoiled brat under my family’s chhatro-chhaya but at work I’m an extremely dedicated and respectful employee. If my dad were to read my Service Book his chest size would instantly go from 40” to 44”! By God, there are some really remarkable things written about me there… the only thing written in Red is – ALWAYS ARRIVES LATE.

Something really strange had been happening the last few days. My Super Boss, instead of quoting some famous saying on punctuality or giving me a daily dose of her disappointed “hmph! phir se late!” look, would wink at me and smile while I sign myself in. (!!!!!)

The first time she did that, I was too dumbstruck to even wish her Good Morning.

Although I did manage to wish her the next two days, I was still surprised… all of us know, if your boss is all winks and smiles about your shortcomings, it is NOT a good sign. I felt apprehensive until one of my co-teachers, who is also a very good friend of mine, asked me to bindass chill! …and that’s what I did…

The next morning, I winked back at her while I clocked in. In fact, I took it a step further – I gave her a double thumbs-up as a gesture for being so sweet to me. I am not sure if she actually didn’t see that or she pretended not to but the next thing I knew is that she wanted to see in her office STAT.

On my way to the office, I chewed my friend out for asking me to bindass chill and talked to myself like a Dutch uncle for having listened to her.

She was in a call when I entered. She gestured me to have a seat and handed me an A4 size envelope. “What’s that? A warning memo?” I thought as I nervously waited for her to finish talking over the phone.

She was finally done after what seemed like ages. She opened the envelope for me and to my horror it turned out to be a BIO-DATA along with a few pictures of a guy handsomer than Brad Pitt.

“He belongs to a ‘pure’ Jain family. Works in San Jose. He is in India for a month. We can set up something next Saturday if…” I didn’t register a word of what she after that.

Apparently, everybody’s greatest concern is my shaadi! I’ve tried protesting in every way I can – even satyagrah didn’t work. It’s the end of that era. Embracing what’s inevitable is better than fighting it. Forget what I just said. I'm a joking. (Yeah; Aakhri Pasta style from Housefull 2) Next Saturday is going to be the best day of my life – because he is going to choke on the samosas I make for him!

You've no idea what's in store for you, Mr. San-Jose. You'll never forget next Saturday for the rest of your life. I promise.

~Bedtime Story~

2012-03-29T21:28:00.000+05:30

It was one of those nights again. It was past 2 and she was still wide awake. She had tried everything – she tossed the pillows, she turned herself, she changed the A.C. temperature, she walked to the fridge and back thrice, she listened to the ticking of clock in her room – nothing worked.

She was staring at the ceiling when her phone started vibrating. Big fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she answered it. She couldn’t even say Hello as she attempted not to cry.

“Dude! I called to make you talk to my heart patient – the one I told you about last week? Good news: he’s good to go home now. AND I ran into Scarlett Johansson. You should have been there… ”

“Seeeee! I just knewwww it! I told you, miracles happen. Believe!” she somehow managed to sound normal as she said that. She completely ignored the Scarlett Johansson part of it because by now she knew it was just another celebrity encounter he had made up to make her realize what she’s missing out on by moving out of NYC.

“Rrrright! I slogged my ass off to become a Cardiovascular Surgeon but every time I save a life, you take all the credit from me and call it a miracle. Sad. Very sad.”

There was a lammmmbi khamoshi as tried to fight her tears.

“Heyyyy what’s wrong? Why are you crying, homie?”

“Because I am sad. I feel so helpless...”

“You see, that’s usually why people cry. DUH! You should have called me. Why didn’t you?”

“I would have. But I knew I’d end up crying the moment I hear your voice. And that’s exactly what happened when I saw your name flashing on my phone…”

…and she was inconsolable by now. You know, we cry more as we try to explain why we’re crying. But we cry even more when we don’t understand why we’re crying.

“Your excuses for not calling me are always unbeatable! Anyway, what happened?”

“I don’t know… everybody around me is either getting married or having their heart broken. I am the only INDIFFERENT, INSENSITIVE soul alive.”

“What?! You kidding me? You’re certainly not insensitive. Not even in the same zip code - you’re the Secret Santa of all the peons at your school. You’re the Godmother of all the abandoned animals. Even pigeons now toh. You cry during Hum Saath Saath Hain…”

“…no; what I meant is, I’m INCAPABLE of falling in love. It’s official now!” she interrupted. “Remember how I worked overtime to buy ‘him’ the watch he so wanted? And you know, I burnt my hand trying to deep fry some dish I thought he’d love... and I once walked to him in a snow storm because there was no other way I could reach him...”

“…OK cut it out. Of course I remember all that. Those are one of the few times I couldn’t decide whether to slap you or to hug you. But where did that come from now?”

“Well, I miss that. I mean, not HIM. I don’t miss him; I miss that part of me. I miss the person I used to be. I irrevocably morphed into this COLD person that I am now. I don’t know what to do.” She sobbed.

“You’re not COLD, idiot! You’re on ice right now… like a champagne bottle. Don’t worry; he'll pull you off when you’re ready.” Only he can come up with theories like that! She rolled her eyes as she thought that.

“Who will? The moment I realize I am getting emotionally attached to someone, I RUNNN for my life!!! The moment I see someone falling for me, I, somehow, drive him away! To hell with your champagne theory, I am a cold-hearted ~~girl~~ woman who is totally detached from the very thought of being attached.”

“That’s what you pretend to be!” he said matter-of-factly.

“What non-sense! Why would I pretend to be what I do NOT want to be?”

“You do it subconsciously, silly! It’s Freudian. ” He said. She hates it when he talks like he knows her better than she knows herself. “Don’t judge yourself so harshly. I hate to admit it, but because you’re crying, let me reassure you that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. It’s just a phase. Give yourself sometime and you’ll soon be ready to fall in love again.”

“You’re a surgeon not a shrink! So stop talking like one. And I don’t need your reassurance. What if everybody gives up on me by the time I am finally ready? If I ever am that is.”

“Well, then that’s his bad luck. It really doesn’t matter if somebody gives up on you. Just make sure YOU don’t give up on yourself. Believe me, you’ll make a very good wife and you’ll be a lovely mother." he giggled as he said that. Nonetheless, she knew he very much meant it.

“Bullshit! If everybody gives up on me eventually, I’m going to be all alone…” she was crying again.

“Hey! I promise you this much – You will never ever be alone.” He probably surprised himself as he said that. Guess that was a Freudian slip too. :p

“Really? How do you know?” she was finally buying what he was trying to tell her.

“I just knowwwww it. I’m telling you, miracles happen. Believe!” throwing her own lines right back at her is his specialty!

…and she smiled.

Sometimes, words play with us. Sometimes, we play with words. That’s what life is all about – conversations! =) This is one of those I am going hold very close to my heart for a long time to come.

Thanks for reading. =)

~Mind Over Matter~

2012-03-21T21:52:00.001+05:30

India never ceases to amaze me – in a good way and bad. There have been a couple of things on top of my mind lately. I’d like to put my two cents in on the following issues:-

1. Don't work after 8pm, Gurgaon tells women

A woman gets gang-raped on a late evening and that’s the solution you come up with? Incredible India, indeed! By that logic, had she gotten raped at 8 AM instead, you’d have passed a law forbidding women to step out of their homes at all?

It’s sad when I have to return back home from a wedding/party only because it has become dark outside. How can you reserve all the fun and freedom exclusively for men?

It’s sad the way our country thinks – just because someone stays out till late or dresses ‘inappropriately’ by the Bal Thackeray standards implies she’s INVITING rape?!?!?! Bullshit! I get more undesirable attention when I wear a saree than when I wear a skirt! We so need to stop finding faults with the victim. Absolutely nothing justifies rape!

Reality check: Women NOT EQUAL TO things. It is my RIGHT to be safe. You cannot lock me up in the name of safety!

2. Planning Commission on Monday further reduced poverty line

Is the Planning Commission out of their minds?!?!? The previous poverty line at Rs. 32 was itself a JOKE. I agree, I am not an economist. I’d be kidding if I say I understand the fundamentals of finance. But I don’t need to understand any of that in order to understand what I tweeted – On one hand the poverty line is brought down to Rs. 28 and on the other a man who spends $32 million on his F-1 team seeks financial help from the govt.! Something ought to be going wrong somewhere! Rs. 28??? Like seriously? To hell with your Ph. D.s, Planning Commission, you got to be practical. Ayn Rand once said, “The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.” Or like Siddharth said jauntily, “Look at the brighter side - those between Rs.28-Rs. 32 are no longer POOR! Whattay tarakkee!”

3. Sachin should retire already

OK, while the whole nation, allegedly, unites in his name, I’m sick and tired of ‘dividing’ with my friends over it. Nonetheless, I DO think he should retire. He may have all the records in his pocket but isn’t there more to a sport than statistics? I can’t believe the level he stoops down to in order to achieve those records. Anyway, Sachin side pe, what I really want to tell you is that I’m in total awe of Virat FUTURE-CAPTAIN Kohli. =)

I guess that’s all I’d like to say filhaal. Theek hain, end of rant. Thank you very much for your time. Love.

PS: Shaili dwaara jan hitt mein jaari ;)

~Verbal Diarrhea~

2012-03-14T14:57:00.001+05:30

So the fever and the cold are almost gone. But as luck shall have it, I have Laryngitis. All those whose best friend isn’t a doctor, let me tell you, it is not as scary as it sounds. It basically is a voice disorder wherein the vocal folds inflate due to various reasons – the one in my case being vocal abuse. In simple words, it is just nature’s way of asking me to talk less and drink lots of water!

Talking… interacting… is the quintessence of my life. Be it small-talk like discussing my maid’s personal life with her or over-hearing people’s conversations while travelling and then asking them questions related to it or discussing issues of grave importance (not like my opinion counts) like why Narendra Modi should be the next PM or why Paris Hilton should be assassinated – I itch to express myself. Oh and I take pride in the fact that I’m always the first one to know everything – whether it is about my little cousin’s secret crush or something I’ve sworn I’ll never mention. My friends come to me for all kinds of advice. It's ironical considering I've messed up my own life big time. Oh and I do NOT take pride in the fact that I’m a fighter – not one day goes by when I don’t end up picking a fight with someone or the other. But thankfully, people around me accept that as a part of the package that I am. Sometimes, when I am angry, I yell on top of my lungs and eventually end up crying. When I am listening to a song, I just have to sing along... even if it is a washing powder Nirma commercial.

Afsoss, all that is temporarily taken away from me now that I’ve almost lost my voice. I can’t even teach. You know what I miss the most? Inconsequential conversations at like 4 AM. =)
Now if this isn’t sad, what is?

A friend forwarded this to me on BBM & I’d like to share it all those who think more and talk less.

Miss somebody? Call! Want to meet? Invite! Misunderstood? Explain! Have questions? Shoot! You’re hurt? Say it! In a bad mood? Throw tantrums! You’re in love? Profess it! Want something? Ask for it! Expressing is any day better than expecting. If you don’t ask, you already have a NO! Take risks, you might just get a yes. =) We’ve only one life – keep it simple, silly!

This is by far the best forward I’ve ever received. I follow it thoroughly. No matter what, I TALK! Unless, of course, I’ve forgotten that you exist (or I’m trying to) or I get the hint that you’re better off without me around. I believe, there’s nothing talking can’t cure. That explains why I need a cure for Laryngitis now. :p

~tottttttal time-pass~

2012-03-11T17:05:00.000+05:30

I am confined to my bed while majority of the youth of Vadodara is out at the Sayaji Savari. Dhikkar!
I want to take a shower, get some fresh air and have something to eat. Anything that doesn’t taste like quinine will do. Dear virus, cut me slack, will you?
Diva licks the unwashed me as if I am sugar-coated so I sing tera mujhse… hain pehle ka naata koi… yuhi nahi dil lubhaata koi… jaane tuuuu ya jaane naaaa… mane tuuuuu ya mane naaa…. to her. That’s our song from now on. Diva’s and mine, I mean.
Like I posted on F/B, one minor pleasure of having a terrible cold is that everybody tells you that you sound really sexy. I’m flattered. =) I recorded subah hone na de… saath khone na de… ek dusre ko hum sone na de… tu mera hero… o o oo o… in my own newly attained sexy voice! JEE HAAN! Next on my list is a Chitra Singh Gazal followed by Shake It Out. I might just end up having my own album, who knows! ;)
I died a little when my favorite TDH man got married. I died a little more when he played his last ODI innings. I died a leeettal bit more when he announced retirement from test cricket. The only thing that is gonna bring me back to life is the IPL. Please don’t give me the IPL-is-not-his-thing shit, alright? I love the man. And when you love someone, there is no logic! I don’t care as long as I get to watch him play.
I feel like going to Hill Road, haggling shamelessly and buying myself new shoes. Lots of new shoes. Shoe love is true love! This is not a pointless point; I am just tryna give a hint to the Best Friend in Bombay who just received her first BIG pay cheque. :p
I wonder why every time I allow somebody to order for me at a café, they always go for coffee! WHY?!?! I love coffee for its aroma but its tea that does wonders to me. Just saying.

I know this is an insignificant post. But trust me, the significance of insignificance is known only once it is lost. Actually I’m bored.

~mere paas BA hain~

2012-03-10T15:17:00.000+05:30

So everything you eat, even bread, tastes bitter to you. You’ve a severe head ache and your back hurts unbearably. Your eyes are droopy due to sleep deprivation and they just don’t stop watering. You’ve a runny RED nose. Your face looks pale. A million home remedies have been tried on you because you’re too dheedh to take medicines. Your sore throat and the cold make you sound like you’ve been crying for ages. You haven’t showered in 24 hours now and burying yourself under layers of sweat shirts and comforters probably make you smell sweaty. =) But thankfully you’ve lost your sense of smell! Your hair feel oily & sticky for some strange reason.

…and your freshly bathed ba, comes with a some water and a pinch of salt and starts chanting some mantras near you. It takes you a moment to realize she’s actually trying to utaaro your nazar. She then, very gently, ties a religious thread around your right wrist.

While you pretend to be sleeping, you can’t help but smile as you think to yourself, “Really, ba? Considering what I ~~smell~~ look like filhaal while my body is struggling through, I guess, a viral attack, you still think someone is going to nazar lagao me?!?!?”

And despite the physical suffering you’re going through, you feel immensely blessed. Despite the fact that you can’t even breathe properly, you feel utter peace of mind. You feel beautiful. =)

**for all my non-Gujju readers, ba is gujju for grandmother.

~there he GROWS again~

2012-03-08T11:18:00.000+05:30

Dr. Krunal THE Patel, my friend, philosopher and MISguide turns 25 today.

I didn’t want to mention how he makes me brawl out of control, not on his birthday at least, but hehimself told me last night that if I don’t write that, it won’t be right. :p He’s like that only.

He teams up against me with my cousins & friends and teases me.
In the middle of a serious conversation, he starts belting out random songs. Nonetheless, he has the most overwhelmingly awesome voice.
He interrupts while I’m teaching and embarrasses my students by asking them questions like, “Do you have gas trouble?”
He flirts with all my girl friends and my cousins.
I gift him a nice black shirt from my first real salary and he wears it while he mourns, no not at funerals, on Valentine's Day!!!
He somehow, we don’t know how, manages to drive away every guy I’m involved with. I can’t complain though because I’ve only ended up being thankful for that in the long run.
I am trying to come to terms with the fact that people will never call me by my name. Almost everybody I know has their own nickname for me. So does Krunal. He takes it a step further by calling my pet lab, Diva Arun Shah, Dhanno!!!

….it’s gonna take me forever if I keep rambling about our 25 years of being 'friends' with him.

25 years full of awesome times and ugly fights. I’ve learnt that only time can tell who your REAL friends are. Friends don’t give up on each other. No matter what. He doesn’t always side with me but he has never left my side. *touch wood*

Time for good times it is! Here’s the HAPPY BIRTHDAY shout out owe him. And here’s wishing you all Happy Holi, Happy Women’s Day (I think it is a little sexist to have a day like that but I don’t want to get much into that right now).

~A Bittersweet Day~

2012-02-29T20:03:00.002+05:30

If you're born into a joint business Gujju family, your KAKAs ought to hold a special place in your life. My kaaku and Pankaj Kaka sure do in mine. It feels so corny to say it but everybody who knows me knows that if I'm my daddy's favorite girl, I am my KAKAs' princess. I am going to save stories about them for a later post. It is my Pankaj kaka's 12th birthday today and he turns 48. Somehow, I felt the need to blog that.

My baby, my frisky little lab - Diva Arun Shah hurt her leg. She can barely walk. The only vet I trust in the city is not available and the rest are closed for the day. It kills me to see my ever so energetic bundle of fur sitting quietly in a corner with her face dug in my lap. Sitting beside her and crying doesn't ease her pain. I need all those who read this, and those who don't, to pray for her… and me. Thank you.

PS: Happy Leap Day, janta. Take a leap. GO FOR IT!

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~Random Rant~

2012-02-26T22:20:00.002+05:30

At times, the hardest nonetheless the BEST thing to do is to smile at the one who turned your world upside down as if nothing happened. Even if he was once your zindagi, you're better off meeting him like an ajnabee. *wah wah* Some people don't deserve to know that you lost sleep over them or that you spent every waking moment fighting your tears and reassuring yourself that today's going to be a good day. Some people are too insignificant… even for your insults. We fight with our FRIENDS while with others we should do ourselves a favor and maintain dignified silence. When someone who claims to love us a lot shows us an extremely ugly side of being human, all in the name of LOVE, we don't have enough middle fingers to show them in return. All we can possibly do is walk away with whatever grace is left. Unsaid goodbyes always hurt but sometimes, it is better to quietly leave and let go before it gets more bitter. We all deserve what we're capable of giving. Just saying - to someone or no one in particular.

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~Pappu Can't Dance Saala~

2012-02-24T22:19:00.001+05:30

We name stars after them… we go saat samandar paar for them… what all we do for those we love!

I, am going to DANCE!!!

No; I am not talking about merrily humming to myself and dancing - dancing. I am not talking about drunken dancing on a bench at a subway station. I am not talking about my signature Barso Re Megha Barso moves. I am neither talking about the raunchy steps I so totally enjoy doing :p nor am I talking about my ~~comical~~ attempts to get the Garba steps right.

I am going to PERFORM! On stage. To an audience of about 250 people. *cue for drum roll*

I had gladly backed out during the selection round. However, when my students got to know that I won’t be performing, they were terribly disappointed. “But Ma’am, teachers of all the other classes are going to perform!” they sulked. Now, there are some people we just cannot dishearten… even if it means ~~dancing~~ making a fool out of ourselves in front of a huge crowd. So I decided to participate in the annual function without worrying about whether people will continue to live after witnessing it or not.

On Day 1 of our dance practice, I caused a laugh riot as I attempted to get the steps right. I tried to focus by looking everywhere except at the people watching me but afsoss, that just ended up making me look like a bigger idiot. So I decided to practice at home too. Now after a rigorous 2-hour practice session at school if you try to do some more dancing at home your body starts to hurt in all the wrong places and kill me for not knowing better!

“Didi, your dance India dance = India’s Comedy Circus”. Dinku joked as I perseveringly practiced my steps in front of the mirror.

Apart from my dance, Krunal’s “BASANTI inn kutto ke saamne matt naachna!” cracks everybody up. Sommmmebody gonna get hurt real bad, I tell you!

It’s not funny you know, I can’t let my students down. All I’ve been doing the past few days is somehow trying to shake and wiggle the way people NORMALLY do when they dance. I am in awe of anybody who instinctively knows where the right hand goes when you lift your right knee to touch your left elbow!

Sigh! Tomorrow is THE day. No; I am not telling you the time/venue for YOUR own good. Do send me lots of good wishes. And do pray for the audience. Good Night.

~Leave Me Alone~

2012-02-21T12:31:00.001+05:30

The whole world and its brother is STILL bent upon getting me married. Hasn’t anybody heard the phrase once bitten, twice shy? I so feel like asking everybody, “aren’t you done yet?” Thanks for being ‘concerned’ but I don’t want to get married. I don’t care if you were a mother of two by the time you were as old as I am right now. Just because marriage rhymes with age doesn’t mean there’s an association between the two. You don’t get married simply because you’ve reached a certain age!

One of my cousins got married to his high school sweetheart. Wah-wah whattay fairytale! Another one has been seeing a guy for the past 9 years and, inshahallah, they too shall get married soon. I am very happy for them, however it would nicer if that didn’t give people another opportunity to tell me, “You’re next!”

Before you get me all wrong, I am not an anti-marriage person. In fact, I’ve fantasized getting married ever since I was a little girl. :p I’m just against arranged marriages because, the way I look at it, you cannot contemplate getting married to someone based on the fact that he is well-qualified/well-settled/good-looking/belongs to a ‘good’ family etc. I understand, real life is far from reel life and all that IS important. My point is all that is secondary. I believe, marriage is all about companionship. If I ever even think about getting married to someone, it would definitely be someone who can be a FRIEND to me above anything else. If he happens to be someone super-rich and has looks that could kill, that’d be just cherry on the cake. =) Why settle for someone you can live with? …shouldn’t we be with someone we can’t live without?

Anyway, I know I am the last person who should be giving gyaan on the marriage thing. But I can’t help it when people act like their sole responsibility is to make me tie a knot. I’m a good girl, you know – unlike my friends, I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t lie. I am single. I am a school teacher of all things! Basically, I mind my own business these days. So why is it that those around me can’t mind their own?

If anybody, I will find him. Or, being the crazy bitch that I am, maybe I did find him and lost him probably because I am too scared to fall in love or because I didn’t realize that we’re meant to be together! But then, may be… just may be, he’ll find me again! Why can’t people just save themselves time and trouble and stop hunting for prospective grooms for me? Why can’t they just let me be?

A prospective chhokra I was made to speak to over the phone this morning told me, “You sound amazing. I know everything about you and I still want to marry you.” I know exactly which ‘thing’ he was referring to.

WTF! “You don’t have to oblige me, Mr.YES-BANK! Please don’t.”

And I cried again. Sometimes, we don’t how what we say so nonchalantly affects the other person. We’ve no idea that, at times, what we say very casually remains in someone’s head and haunts them for a very long time.I try to embrace every day as a NEW day. I struggle to disconnect myself from my recent past. I mind my own business, do what I got to do. I desperately try to be happy, I even accomplish that… and then someone tells me something and before I know, I fall apart.

Dear guy-who’s-gonna-marry-me-someday,

Do you even exist? Just in case you do, I need you to get me out of this. And soon. Please? Thank You.

Love.

~Stairway to Heaven - 2 ~

2012-02-17T16:01:00.003+05:30

When I first heard the news of his sudden death, I was numb. While all our other friends cried irrepressibly, I was dumbstruck. But today, exactly one year later, I had big fat tears rolling down my cheeks as I wrote the date on the blackboard. I had to lie to my students that I got chalk in my eyes and leave the classroom because my tears threatened never to stop.

It’s strange - now that it is finally sinking into me that he’s gone forever, everything remotely associated with him makes me miss him sorely. Last night, I had gone for a walk with a school friend of mine... an ASHOK LEYLAND truck passed by and I was inconsolable as I reminded my friend that that’s Sarbo’s company.

"How could he just die like that? He was supposed to be here; with us… he was supposed to be there for me when I was going through hell and he was supposed to see you finally get your Ph.D. … he’s supposed to listen to Kolaveri Di and watch IND beat AUS and pass his expert comments on ‘Anna Is India’… he’s supposed to fall in love again, get married, have lots of kids… How could he just die? It’s not fair - He died so soon!!!”

“No; he lived too fast.” Palak told me and it instantly brightened up my face. That’s the thing about old school friends; they know exactly how to make you smile when you just can’t.

When Sarbo nicknamed me BASANTI (yeah; he’s the culprit), he was like “OMG! You go on talking non-stop regardless of whether I seem to be listening or not!” R.I.P. Sarbo. I am not sure whether you’re listening or not but as usual, I am going say what I want to anyway.

I miss you. We all miss you a lot. If I knew that the last time I spoke to you was the last time I’d ever speak to you I never would have hung up on you. I’ll never forgive myself for that. I am sorry. And by God, we will be FRIENDS FOREVER! I’m sure, wherever you are, you’ve saved me a seat next to yours just like you used to in school.

I am going to leave you with a Stairway to Heaven video from one of his rock shows. He's the vocalist ...and my favorite ROCKSTAR!

~Lovesick~

2012-02-14T18:04:00.002+05:30

Aaj-kal, I claim to be detached from the very thought of being attached. I swear I am never going to fall in love everrrr again… I've my own reasons for that and believe me, you don't want me to get started on that right now.

Anywho, suddenly today, when love is in the air, I wish I weren't single. =(

My students made a zillion cards for me and got me lots of flowers and chocolates, I've friends who'd give me their teeth and arms (it's just a phrase, not like I am gonna ask for it), my parents love me to pieces, … but that's not what I'm craving for. I do feel blessed but that's not the kind of love I'm talking about…

I'm talking about the kind of LOVE that makes you smile for no reason and it just won't go away even if you try not to look like an idiot. You know, when you check your cellphone and there always is message from a special someone punctuated with lots of kisses? That's what I miss.

I've never spent this day single ever since I came to know there exists something called VALENTINE'S DAY! I don't care if it is just a 'commercial' trick; I want to be swept off my feet!

If love didn't come with its side effects, there'd be two less lonely people in this world today. If only…

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~The EX Effect~

2012-02-13T17:33:00.001+05:30

Somehow, I believe all of us should have our heart terribly broken once. *~Only once, pretty please? (with sugar on top) ~*. Because with every heart break, we learn…

Talking about having our hearts broken, I just realized I’ve never blogged about my first boyfriend before. I believe that’s because he’s one of my most sacrosanct memories. He’s one of those parts of my life which, I think, are better understood as emotions than words. Moreover, even if I do talk about him, how do I refer to him? He’s been everything to me – everything from a total stranger to a soul mate. Filhaal, we are best of friends. They say, if two ex-lovers can remain friends it can only mean one of the two things – they were never really in love or they still are! Well, in our case neither of that is true. We’re bestest friends! Nothing more, nothing less!

He taught me to love like it’s never going to hurt. And it’s only because of him that I know what being hurt means. I know how it hurts to reach out for someone and not find them there anymore. I know how helpless you feel when you wake up crying over losing someone. Even so, I’m proud of myself - I’m a stronger person now. And if anybody, I thank him for that.

It’s because of him that I dare to walk away and see if someone cares to stop me… and it’s he who helped me discover, within me, the courage to let go for good. It’s because of him that I’m afraid it takes less than a second for my world to fall apart and it is because of him that I believe miracles happen. =)

I get mad at people if they call for it. I cool down just as fast though. I smile at strangers, sometimes. I yell if I feel like. I stand firmly on things I believe in. I can be assertive if I need to. I have learnt to see my own faults too; I can put my ego aside and say, “Listen… I am sorry!” I sing, I shout, I laugh, I pray… He taught me to be myself. I learnt to embrace myself, just the way I am.

However, I’m afraid I may never be able to love someone with that brand of naïve innocence - without any condition or reservation! I guess I’ve lost that piece of me forever.

Here’s to the man who promised to do anything it takes to keep me happy – You’re doing a great job, da!

Remember that day when I wanted you to take me for a drive in San Francisco, and you couldn’t because your business conference lasted longer than you thought it would? … Or that day, when I cooked for you and you couldn’t stop laughing at how hard the idlis turned out to be? Remember a million such times when I told you that I’ll never forgive you? Well, you know what, I eventually did. Thanks for being such a special part of my life! Thanks for meaning it when you said you’d do anything it takes to make sure I’m happy and that too deservedly so! :) I am happy and so are you! Indeed.

Love never leaves you empty handed. If not anything, it leaves you with lessons. With every goodbye, we learn. This Valentine’s Day, here’s to the EXes – for loving us and teaching us! =)

Happy Valentine’s Day! (a day in advance)

~Tuesday Tales~

2012-02-10T14:41:00.001+05:30

Now, being the angel that I’m, I took on to observing a fast every Tuesday. However, sadly, nobody around me agrees with that. They all think I’d be taking the world one step closer to WORLD PEACE if just stop fasting… and they’ve their own ‘sweet’ reasons for that.

You know, we all have a certain set of people we absolutely have to talk to everyday. Our day is no good if we don’t talk to them... I didn’t know there actually is a scientific theory behind that until I watched S07 of HIMYM. Anyway, so Mridu is one those people for me.

She didn’t text/call me last Tuesday. I waited until I just couldn’t anymore. I finally gave my students some exercises to work on while I left the classroom to call her up.

“What’s wrong with you? How come you haven’t BBMed me yet?”

“Well, because it is a Tuesday!”

“Yeah; so?”

“So I don’t know what to write to you. Anything I say makes you mad when you’re hungry.”

What the hell! We’ve been best friends for over a decade now. *touch wood* She’s handled me through heartbreaks and failed tests and worse but she can’t handle me when I’m hungry?

As if that wasn’t enough, Dinku fought with me too.

As usual, I was looking for my glasses.
Dinku: If there’s an earthquake in the middle of the night, you’re going to be hunting for your glasses while we all run to save our lives. Why can’t you just remember where you keep them?

Me: Oh yeah? Why can’t you keep your books in the shelf? Why can’t you use your own BB charger? Why do you bite your nails? Why do you have to wear the one tee shirt you can’t find at that time? Why do you wet the floor when you wash your face? Why can’t you…

She interrupted, “OMG! Just go and have something to eat. PLEASE!”

Huh?!? Now where did that come from?!?! Why can’t she stick to one topic?

I left her alone and switched on the TV instead. I was playing with the remote control when I realized that my rings are looser, which meant my fingers are thinner, which meant my cheeks less chubby, which meant I am less cute. If you know me, you know how happy that would have made me. I just had to share it with someone. I had fought with Dinku & Mridu, so I obviously couldn’t have shared it with them. I left for another friend’s place.

I was so happy, I was ~~jumping~~ dancing out of joy on Bijlee giraaney, mein hu aayi… hawwwa hawwwayee

I pulled myself together and told him what I was so happy about. But he had to burst my bubble!

“Shaili, we don’t find you CUTE because of your cheeks… it’s got nothing to do with your face, it’s more to do with the kind of faces you make as you sing surat hi mainey aisi payee… kehte hain mujhko hawwwa hawwwayee….”

I can’t even begin to tell you how big a fight followed that. :p

My life is but a series of ~~fights~~ conversations with these madcaps I call FRIENDS. Sometimes, I wonder why we haven't killed each other already? Sometimes, I realize we'd die without each other! =)

~Jai Jinendra! :| ~

2012-02-05T20:31:00.001+05:30

My ba (Gujju for grandmother) and I have this conversation every other day:-

“Did you say the ‘Navakaar’ mantra when you woke up this morning?”

“Ba, I quickly mumbled the last two lines. God knows I’m always running late. I’m sure he understands.”

“Do you say it at least before you sleep?”

“I do” and then I add slyly “sometimes.”

“You’re coming for ‘pooja’ with me every Sunday from now on”

“It’s not every day that I get to sleep in. The ‘derasar’ closes by the time I wake up. So sorry, that’s not gonna happen.”

“Your dada has spoilt you completely” (!!!!!)

It’s so cute – she blames my poor dada for everything that doesn’t go the she way she wants it to. =)

Now, the Navkaar Mantra is very close to my heart. But frankly speaking, that has got nothing to do with what it means literally. I don’t even understand Sanskrit. The reason it means so much to me is because it has been my savior ever since I was a kid. It’s like: too scared to enter a dark room alone? Say the Navkar mantra and you’d magically be a brave girl. It was instilled in me when I was little and it has stayed with me ever since. However I just can’t bring myself to chant it religiously at a specific time every day.

It’s sad – just because I don’t light a diya every day or offer flowers (as a matter of fact, I hate plucking flowers) I am perceived to be less religious than people who do. I respect the determination of all those who can famish themselves and observe fasts. Although when I fast, it becomes an earth-shattering experience for me and everybody around me. But how does that mean that the faith in my heart is weaker than anybody else’s?

I share a very distinctive relationship with God. We’re friends – I talk to Him, I fight with Him, I stop talking to Him and we’re friends again sooner or later.

Doesn’t prayer ultimately mean feeling close to God? I feel close to God, always! …even when we (God & I) are having a fight. We’re friends like that.

I feel close to God when I cheer up a friend who’s sobbing over a relationship gone sour.

I felt closest to God when we got Diva. She was the weakest of the litter and they’d have put her to sleep had they not found anyone to take her home.

I feel really close to God when I leave behind the emotional mess of a person I’ve been lately outside my classroom and teach my students wholeheartedly.

I feel close to God when my cousin and I like the same dress and I let her have it by somehow convincing her that I don’t like it that much after all.

I whine a lot but at the end of the day I know I’ve a lot to be thankful for. I feel close to God when I believe that I’m his favorite child. =)
I feel close to God when I look at the skies. I feel close to God when it rains. I feel close to God when India finally wins a cricket match. :P No kidding, I do!

And I think I’ll feel a little more close to God if I do what would make ba really happy. So I shall go to the derasar every day as long as I possibly can AND I shall say the Navkar mantra every day as soon as I wake up and right before I sleep… for as long as I shall live. Amen.

~Why I Love Being a Teacher reason# 974303442175380964~

2012-02-02T19:58:00.001+05:30

I’ve said this for over a million times now, “All the shit they say about the joys of being a teacher, is ACTUALLY true!!!”

I finally have evidence: Here's an article a few of my 13-year old students wrote for the school magazine.

Besides a few other things, I’m gonna take this to my grave. =)

PS: For once I don’t care if they messed up some spellings and grammar. I admit: perfect grammar has little to do with great writing. =) =) =)

~of totems and lessons~

2012-01-31T21:11:00.000+05:30

While watching Inception (for the fourth time) a couple of hours back, I realized that at some of point of time we all feel lost. We all mess up in life. Although the degree of the damage we do varies, we all do muddle to, what seems like, an irreversible extent. We all need somebody/something to turn to in order to tell what’s REAL and what’s merely a dream.

Our friends are our totems. They’ve answers for us when everything seems murky.

You feel angry, you feel hurt, you feel betrayed, you feel guilty, you feel like a total idiot… you hate the person who made such a mess out of you and you hate yourself for letting him to do. The only thing that keeps you going at such times is your friends. They reassure you that, sometimes, it is okay to make mistakes; it is ok to be a fool. That’s why, our friends are our totems. They tell us whether the most sensible thing to do is to give up or if we’d be damned if we don’t chase what we want!

There are times when you look at your current job and wonder what you’ve done with your life. You wonder if you should switch to a job that pays you much more or stick to the one that you truly enjoy doing. No; sadly, for most of us, we cannot get both out of the same job. That’s when our friends help us hold the belief that all you need to do is follow our heart. Life is as simple as that.

Here’s what I’ve learnt the hard way: -

There are phone calls that you’ll never make. You keep staring at your mobile screen but there are calls that will never come. And then there will be times when someone will make your day by dropping by just to say hi. You’ll fall – you’ll have your heart broken. And even if you’re not a bad person, you’ll probably have to break somebody’s heart someday. You’ll cry inconsolably, and you’ll laugh uncontrollably. Things will change. People will change. You will change. What’s on top of your head today may completely skip out of our mind tomorrow. You may claim you’d die without a particular person and a couple of ~~years~~ days later, you’ll smirk as you think, “What was I thinking?!?!?”

There will be silly fights, heavy hearts, awkward silence… and there shall be more long drives, ice-cream treats, good music, soothing conversations… I promise!

As I type is, I thank my lucky stars for all the ‘totems’ in my life – my friends and my family. When I think of how patiently they’ve been dealing with my frequent mood swings, my cynicism… I wonder what I’ve ever done to deserve this. *~if I ever win a Nobel Prize, this could be my speech~*

Hang in there… hang on to the people who love you when you deserve it the least considering that that’s when you need it the most.

~an 'aiwayi' post~

2012-01-29T21:09:00.000+05:30

Here’s the 25 random facts about me tag which everybody in the blogosphere was obsessed by a couple of years back… I don’t know what difference this post is going to make in anyone’s, including my own, life but I am going to go ahead with anyway.

1. I love potatoes. I’ll eat anything that’s potatoes. I’ll hit your hand if you try to take some fries from my plate. *~if I readily share it with you, man! I’m probably in love with you!~*

2. I am a people’s person… I’m friends with the dhobi, the sabzi waala, my trainer at the gym, the BAIs at my school etc. I am also close to my second cousins. In fact, I’m making pan pizzas for them tomorrow. =)

3. I never cuss no matter how mad I am at somebody. I can be rude enough to wound you with words though.

4. I can’t dance to save my life. My friends call me Basanti but the jab tak hain jaa… jaaney jahan… main nachungi is not my cup of tea! *~I can’t dance doesn’t mean I don’t dance, mind you~*

5. I can’t pass by a mandir (or a mirror :p) without looking at it. =)

6. I’m not a language Nazi but I cannot resist the itch to correct people when they use COMMUNICATE for COMMUTE. You get the picture? And DO NOT typ lk dis unless you want me to throw a dictionary at your face.

7. When I’m listening to a song, I just have to sing along! *~gaana aaye ya na aaye, gaana chahiye~*

8. You’ll bring out the Jhansi-ki-raani in me if you say/spell my name wrong. It is NOT Shelly/Shaily/Saili/Shailee or anything but SHAILI. It may not may an ounce of difference to you, but it sure does to me. *~MINDDDD ITTTT~*

9. I’m a dangerously honest person. If I say something, it has to be the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth.

10. I can’t paint my nails properly but I can apply the eye-liner perfectly. (!!!)

11. I love eating, I’m one major bhukhadd but what I enjoy more than that is, cooking. Yesssir!

12. I’d never ever forget birthdays or wedding anniversaries of anybody who’s ever told me theirs. I believe, that comes with being a girl.

13. If you tell me NOT to do something, chances are that I will do just that. :p Forbidden fruit is always sweeter, you know.

14. A cricket match can affect my mood a lot. Now that I believe comes with being an Indian.

15. I can look anybody in the eye and ask him/her to just GO TO HELL if they step on my last nerve. Even if it kills me inside, I’ll do it if I have to. I owe it to myself, don’t I?

16. Anything about me that’s like my mom, makes happy. Very happy. The mole on my left collar bone, the sound of my voice over the phone, anything!

17. I’m the favorite child in my family. The easiest way to convince somebody in my family is to come to me. My cousins will vouch for this. *~evil laughter~*

18. My desk is always organized, my work always neat.

19. Ever find it difficult to buy something to gift me, buy me a Ganesha idol. I’ll be very happy.

20. I am more tech savvy than most people I know.

21. I’ve had MAJOR fights with everybody I know. All the same, we gladly patch up in no time. The thumb rule – we’re absolutely fine if we’re fighting. You need to worry if we’re NOT! Like Aakash told me the other day, it’s okay to fight as long as you care enough to reconcile.

22. I can’t resist buying stationary. Even crockery for that matter.

23. I don’t like fruits. Exception: mangoes

24. I, sometimes, say things only to ‘see’ how a person would react to that

25 . I make such lists! LOL hopeless, I am! ;)

DaDdY's GirL

*~My BROTHER KI DULHAN & ME... in the kitchen~*

~*I'm a BIG BIG girl, in a BIG BIG world~*

*~I Guess This Is GoodBye. NOT.~*

*~Love Is In The Air~*

hum baney… tum baney… ek dujey ke liye...

What's the good in Goodbye?!

*~ghar aaya mera pardesi~*

*~Bedtime Story~*

*~Mind Over Matter~*

*~Verbal Diarrhea~*

*~tottttttal time-pass~*

*~mere paas BA hain~*

*~there he GROWS again~*

*~A Bittersweet Day~*

*~Random Rant~*

*~Pappu Can't Dance Saala~*

*~Leave Me Alone~*

*~Stairway to Heaven - 2 ~*

*~Lovesick~*

*~The EX Effect~*

*~Tuesday Tales~*

*~Jai Jinendra! :| ~*

*~Why I Love Being a Teacher reason# 974303442175380964~*

*~of totems and lessons~*

*~an 'aiwayi' post~*