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We are 4 years old on the 11 !!

2012-02-07T13:04:00.001+05:30

So we turn 4 years old is it ? was'nt it just yesterday that we met, you fumbled with the lime wedge on your glass and i was awed by your fingers ?

Was'nt it just yesterday that you sent me a simple text and I knew what it means to smile till your cheeks hurt (well you make me do this every single day )

And then we decided to build our very own place, the choices over the curtains, the selection of grills and designs, the quick lunches and bargaining in the dingiest lanes of the City.

Today we live in the warmest, fuzziest and brightest little nook of our own, filled with flowers, smell of cinnamon, a very huge book shelf, a cupboard full of amazing clothes, a wall framed with our memories and a couch giving that has become a family member, seeing us cry, laugh, fight, snuggle over it !

Was'nt it just yesterday that we cried with joy when we learnt about the little life inside of me and today tell me that same little tiny heart beat laughs and gurgles and wakes us up at 2:30AM or 6:30 AM.
It seems just yesterday that i told everyone that that I have you and life is perfect, and now with S we have everything , our hearts ebb with so much love that we never knew of before.

I could do something fancy for you this Anniversary, we can perhaps take a drive alone, with some Absolute and chicken wings , or lets plan a Movie night ?
But we aint doing any of the above are we ? Can we leave our dear old couch behind on such an important day, so we will be very wasted and lazying on the couch with a snoring 6 month old marshmallow of a daughter, while the Absolute and Chicken wings give us company.

4 years have seen maybe three or four major big fights, the regular tussle of the in-laws, the mandatory argument over expenses, the ancient issues of "I am always the one to say a sorry and you dont " but not even for a single minute did I wish to be anywhere but our home, with anyone else but you and not a little doubt about the man i decided to marry 4 years back.

You have been the most beautiful part of my "coming to age" someone with whom the big 30 this year will just be a number i touch, because you have let me keep the child in me alive.

We have been blessed with our greatest prayer, he one we loved even before she came in our arms. S has been our greatest achievement, the biggest blessing the world has to offer and I can not thank you enough for agreeing to put all your plans aside and go ahead with my wish for a child. I know you secretly thank me everyday for this decision, because i see your eyes twinkle when you hold that little marshmallow of ours !

Its me who decides on the dinner we eat, but its you who makes it a family dinner, when you talk about your work, the squeaking car tyres and the almost deaf boss !

Its me who plans to stay up and play with S on Fridays but you are the one who is snuggling with her while i snore on the other side of the bed.

Its me who decides what clothes would we three be wearing for a party, but you who make us feel like the center of the universe, with just your hand around my waist while we walk in, or the way you carry S and cradle her throughout a party.

Thank you for always being so empathetic to my needs as a person, my desire to succeed and letting me follow my heart and always saying "go for it, we'll see what happens" Believe me those are the strongest words i need to take that first faltering step.

And inspite of my wish to grow as a person, as an individual , as a professional , nothing matters more to me than you both and our families.

So I know 4 years back when i met you and thought you are the one i was right . I know you will give me laugh lines as we grow older and never let me fret over the wrinkles. I know I am in safe hands when you always use the most beautiful superlatives to express our relationship,

And you know what is it that touches me the most ? You always say "when " and never "if" when you talk about plans on growing old and how I fit in it.

Thank you for being the perfect man for me and my daughter..We love you much more than we say.

You are the one I want to wake up with, send a text to, share my day with, cook the dinner for, laze on the couch with, dream for our life ahead with,look into your eyes, talk about everything and kiss every single day of my life ! and of all the love stories i have heard of, ours is my favorite .

Happy Anniversary Baby

Thank you guys :)

2011-12-27T12:17:00.003+05:30

This Christmas i held my wish come true
This Christmas i woke up with the two people who make my world
This Christmas my house smelt of love and glowed with peace
This Christmas i had the warmest souls in my home to beat the cold outside
This Christmas i knew my little tree would be a lucky one to greet a little girl
This Christmas i thanked God for every smile i have had on my face the past one year
This Christmas i hoped i would see less tears in the days to come

I wished for a brighter sunrise, a happier home, a cleaner earth, a smiling cop at the traffic signal, a healthier looking child sitting on the road side, a few patients at any hospital, a lighter school bag for every child, a larger salary for my man, a better math score for my little niece, a smaller medicine bill for my parents, a better tennis score for my father in law, a spicier Biryani the next time i cook, a thinner waistline and a broadening smile, a louder laughter from the watchman who gaurds my home every night, a lighter moment to enjoy every day, an extra pair of shoes for the boy who cleans our car every morning, a little babydust for someone who is prying for it, a longer night before every monday morning, a smaller excel to compile, a brighter ray of sun for your plants in the terrace, a juicier bone for your canine love, a quicker grasp of using Skype for my mommy , a secret voucher reaching all your mailboxes someday when the day has been bad, a sudden admirer sending you that :naughty" text, a random picture of you in the mirror or your 3.5 pixel mobile phone turning out to be amazing, a lesser stuffy nose for all my allergic friends, a pimple free face before a major family function, the perfect perfume to mark your presence on a first date, lesser traffic on your way home, fewer horns if you stay right on a busy road, a surprise 100 rupee note in your jeans pocket, an old lipstick inside your purse, a new follower to your blog, a nice and witty series of comments to your blogpost,an old friend found on facebook ,the perfect home cooked meal for dinner on a Friday evening, the perfect blanket for the slouching on the sofa in winter nights and all your prayers answered !!

Seasons Greetings everyone !!

and oh Malini did her bit in making me smile on a day when i found 3 grey strands of hair looking at me from my pony tail, by giving me the Versatile Blogger Award. Ideally the rule says i can only pass it to 15 fellow bloggers, but you guys are my favorites and so lets keep it open. So if you have some time left from your New Year plans, take this award, please post the picture of your award and all you got to do is, mention who nominated you (and i will come and land a perfect little kiss on your cheek) and write 7 random things about you.

1. I cry every time G and i fight...EVERYTIME !

2.I love talking to babies and animals , more than adults

3.I have currently 45 pairs of footwear, but my favorite are my "hawai chappals"

4.I drink milk after i splash some milkmaid in it (a little indulgence never hurts )

5.I am a Bengali but never had sea food, yes thats right "never had sea food"

6. I am really bad at internet banking

7.I have a major migraine issue and it's cured with Chilly Chicken, G and my medication (Yes, in the order of preference )

Free your tongue and the world shall follow !

2011-12-14T13:50:00.002+05:30

“Free your mind and the world will follow” I remember hearing a song that went somewhat like this. I can compete with a Goldfish when our memories are concerned.

I have always believed in freedom of speech. Perhaps one of the most “customized” of the fundamental rights we Indians can be proud of. As a little girl, I was always told at home and at school, young girls should be seen, not heard, which meant I could not slurp my noodles loudly, I could not drag my feet on the staircase and of course, I need to stop laughing like a Hyena.

I dint stop either of the above.

Studying in a Convent school meant extreme importance given to your English language, the diction, vocabulary and all the trims and tassels. In particular, my favorite subject was English Language which chiefly focused on ones “own knowledge and efficiency” with the subject. I am sure all of you remember writing essays, or stories which would give you a score of about 20. The authror(wanna-be-author) in me was blooming at age 13 so at one such given paper, I chose to write about “my beachside experience”. Being immensely influenced by “Jaws” I knew this would be an the perfect outlet for my creative insanity featuring a shark attack, me, a night devoid of stars and a shark food boyfriend. Needless to say I was summoned by my then teacher , and asked the cause of this “absurd essay”. I remember saying “Teacher it is a test for my proficiency in the language, use of words, ability to narrate an event, which I did in the essay and should be judged purely on that. Also I choose to swim against the current hence my essay was different”. My teacher, whenever she meets , 16 years after that episode asks:How are the Sharks doing “ and all I can do is smile and bless my stars for the 17 I scored in that essay. I lost the 3 because the shark ate my boyfriend.

I moved out of my home at the age of 17, moving into a new city, studying English, reading works and thoughts of great writers and poets. A thought I personaly go by always is what Gandhi Ji said “Be the change you want to see” Like my tongue which flies around irrespective of authority, my hands too have a mind of their own. I was travelling to work in the morning local and as always was alte.In a rush I got into the general compartment, knowing need to keep my huge handbag In front to avoid any “by mistake se ho gaya “episodes. As I tried fixing my ear phones I felt a hand move down by body, very unpleasant feeling, I MUST SAY. And the very next minute my hand flew into a fit, slapping the man behind me, who turned out to be a middle aged guy. What happened in the next few minutes was a barrage of abuses (yes I have been raised in Bihar) a few tight slaps, with the desired sound effects and of course the regular collar tugging. I dint tell the man about his relationship with his sister or mother or nurse because I know that’s what all of us do. I conveniently left him a few sharp abuses, in front of all the commuters and stepped down at the next station. Looking back I think that’s one of the best instances of me “speaking up for myself”. No it was not a dialogue, it was not a thought provoking message but pure “freedom of speech”

I am putting this as an entry for a contest on Indiblogger, I know a lot of you girls and boys out there with a mind of their own, so thought of sharing this with you
http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=48

The first time we met..4 years since then

2011-11-09T15:57:00.000+05:30

Dear G Baby

Even as you smile reading my post's salutaion(reading your name ) i must warn you, i am angry..but we will get to that later.

So its been 4 years since we have met and nothing has changed since our first meeting. You dint remember my favorite color back then and the best reminder of my favorite colour is the euphoria i had on seeing our baby girl..it has to be pink !!

When we first met, you seemed like the one to armor a fork and knife at restaurants with absolute ease, while i would lick my fingers off the mayonnaise while having that large burger. And today you make the best stuffed Spanish omelet and let me lick off the cheese on my plate at peace.

The day we met, i sat shy and quiet and waited for you to start the conversation and you remained quiet for the remaining 20 minutes we had that tea. And i remember last week our conversation on how our guests would be bored if i dont keep "entertaining subjects of conversation". If i left you to host guests they would probably be watching ESPN and having scrambled eggs and bread toasts !!!!

Do you remember how I made the first move and sent you the text checking if you had returned to Pune, it took me a lot of guts, 4 attempts at typing the perfect text msg and 6 minutes of consideration, if i should send this text or not.Of course i was listening to some shady hindi song that made me "feel i am in love" which helped promote your cause. Today you are the one who gets sudden "i love you" texts and "thanks for the awesome weekend" reminders on your cell phone. Like your reply back then which was a one liner , you are pretty consistent with that now.

The outfit i had worn that evening, is my inspiration to loose weight everytime it gets a little "uncomfortable" when i wear it. I loved the look in your eyes across the table as I sat in my "new dress" that evening , of course it remained just in your eyes and i never got any documented proof of that. Do you remember what i told you in my msg last evening about how random woman complimented me in a pretty dress and you..well you were too busy styling your hair to notice what i wore. of course your reply to my text was classic...a one liner with a smiley.

Our first date was chai and then i remember hunting your social network page and finding out your love for education and "Teachers". So very obvious our first dinner out after marriage I initiated "what would you order to drink" As you silently thanked your stars and ordered that drink i sipped on my ice tea. So today when you order your drink my ice tea is ordered by you and i smile and thank my stars silently too.

I remember telling you a few days after we first met about how i slipped and fell from the stairs. I was surprised you asked me about my back everyday while i traveled to office and got back home.Of course you thought it was completely irrelevant to mention this to your mom.And today when i have my nostrils blocked and chapped lips, you make the most soulful omelet and tea for me.And this time we purposely hide it from both sets of parents to save them the worry.

I know you love the way i take time to dress up when we go out, I see the pride in your eyes when we are together, i feel the love in your touch when you nurse my feverish body, i see a man who has given the most beautiful part of me, our daughter, i know this all and i know you love me more than you cherish anything in this world. And as long as you wake up next to me everyday i am not afraid of any night, no matter how long or dark it will be.

And i know the best kisses we share are the ones that come all of a sudden, when you are busy typing a mail , or putting babe to sleep or just waiting patiently at the traffic signal. Is'nt that what love is all about, not about what will happen but how we are making our story now.

Baby this is the part where our story has just begun, where we have brought our pages together and we have a little pink heart beating for both of us. A little heart that has given us our most beautiful names as ma and Baba.

And there when i saw you for the first time my soul kind of whispered "here you are, i have been looking for you for a while now "

PS: The dinner at Pasha is now to be your treat

Now that I am a Ma...

2011-11-02T14:20:00.000+05:30

Now that i am a Ma

I wake up with a smile everyday seeing the miracle G and I have created
I dont have a fight with G which lasts more than a day because we coo over our babe together
I dont have long well manicured nails because babe loves to hold my fingers
I cut my hair short so i can quickly tie a knot and pick up the babe
I am mostly seen around the house in a pyjama and a burp cloth over my shoulder
I smell of baby burp and milk and i love it
I buy clothes without sequins and buttons because babe has to rest her head on my shoulders
I carry my world in her diaper bag which is just the fone , my wallet and keys
I cant stop marveling pretty strollers and cars have taken a back seat
I worry about furniture having sharp edges
I dont have books and lip balm by my bedside but feeding bottles and rattles
I am more aware of the latest baby cologne and not the perfume of the season
I talk of brands like Johnson and Avent and have forgotten Esbeda and LV
I am worried about the bright lights in the room and put on the dim ones so babe can sleep
I feel on top of the world after getting a 4 hour long sleep at night
I find myself smiling with eyes closed to a talkative babe at 3 AM
I have calenders marked with dates for immunization instead of "parlour and spa visits"
I rush to the infant section of clothes in a mall
I cry everytime babe gets a vaccine and feel helpless at not being able to take her pain
I am proud when i see babe sleep on her own in her stroller like a well behaved lady
I feel helpless seeing my babe cry and scream with colic
I lough out loud at her rocket farts and the expression of contentment on her face after
I love G even more than i could ever for being the best father my daughter could ever have
I wait for G so we can spend out family time on the couch
I sit for hours with an aching back while babe snoozes on my shoulder
I surprisingly dont frown over a soiled diaper and rush for a quick clean one
I have a bajjillion pictures of babe on my cell phone
I have status message all about babe and her toothless smile and non stop chatter
I am amazed at the miracle my body has created and God has gifted us
I marvel at that tiny little body and such a big blessing
I feel the joy , the blessing, the pride, the pain, the heartache, the wonderment and the satisfaction of being a Ma
I feel blessed !

A new hand to hold-our daughter !!

2011-10-04T16:14:00.001+05:30

What started out four years back as a first meeting, a conversation over tea and a decision of a lifetime has given us the most beautiful miracle of life and love..our daughter Shreyoshi.
S made her very dramatic and unplanned entry on the 08th of August , and as predicted is quiet a charmer like her mommy. For what seemed like an eternity to mommy and daddy, S took her own sweet time to say hello to us but her frst cry, was probably the most beautiful sound mommy and daddy have ever heard. Knowing daddy, she turned on her charms immidiaitely to ensure daddy is wrapped around her tiny fingers and mommy was left thinking..like Ma like daughter.

So what has changed over the last 2 months ?Let me assure you having a child is life's purest pleasure, and i know this is such an often quoted statement, but for someone who thought chocolate and apple flavored vodka was purest pleasure, its been a paradigm shift. Also thinking on the same lines is G who fantacised about beer and salmon on a sea beach, is now seen day dreaming about S's first vacation in Goa. We wake up every morning and the sun shines right between us, with her toothless smiles and gurgles. Daddy and mommy look like zombies with loss of sleep , but somehow get the best feeling when S's coo's straight into our heart. Its amazing how babies sleep between their parents but their love grows manyfold. All this while i used to think love is all about splitting the last slice of pizza , but now its all about gazing into her eyes.

We sleep for 2 hours and then this little pink alarm goes off in between us, and its the same routine, feed, sing a song, burp,put to sleep, nappy change and then again put to sleep. We had no clue that a tiny little wail would shake us out of our deepest slumber. Early mornings of course its daddys turn to play a little with her before his hectic day begins. S has already bonded so well with daddy that she writes him a mail once every week,sending new pictures of her manicured hands or well brushed hair or just a plain picture of her toothless smile.Though most mornings we wake up sleep deprived, our day could never have a brighter and happier start.
and oh did i tell you guys about her alarm system, well it wakes her up at exactly the time daddy gets back from office and she knows its time to take her out for a spin. And what begins with eyes wide open to see the lights all around, ends up with eyes tight shut and S in a deep slumber.

Yes we do miss the indipendence we had before she came, the wild decisions, the unplanned dinners, the bumpy road driven on, the late night movies..and of course we need to take our daughters approval before we set out for an hour for a coffee date at the nearby deli. She manages to keep her dadu didu super busy while we are away !!

Someday i am sure S will be reading my posts and wondering, what all she had been upto and how many sleepless nights we had, how many gorgeous sunshines we have seen but one thing is certain, she is the best gift mommy daddy have ever received from God. We wanted her even before she was conceived, and we loved her with our whole heart while she was playing inside my tummy. Having practiced her kicks and punches inside me for so many months, holding her in our hands is the closest we feel to God. She is a piece of my heart, she is her daddy's most beautiful desire and we love you so so much.

And baby makes us three !!

2011-09-21T16:33:00.000+05:30

And baby makes us three, we are tickled pink and are ecstatic to announce the birth of our daughter Mini Miss Mukherjee.We welcomed our bundle of joy a month and a half ago, and her tiny hands have held us mesmerized, her tiny feet have stamped our lives with joy we could only dream of before.

Thank you for being a part of this journey so far and i promise you will be very soon hearing about our little cupcake and her exploits with mommy and daddy.

For a very special father..mine

2011-07-26T11:57:00.000+05:30

She looked out of the window, and heard the familiar sound of his scooter. She waited patiently as she heard the footsteps come towards the door, rushed to open it, and greet him with the widest and best smile she had. He hugged her, patted her hair and took her in his arms. This is what heaven felt like, she thought. And then after a while, he got her down and walked over tot he kitchen to talk to his wife. She wondered, is it the wife's beautiful sarees that he likes so much, is it her big bindi that he loves so much that he has to bring her down and go to see her after reaching home. She tried peering into the mirror to see how would a bindi look on her, but being all of 4 she could barely reach the mirror.

Thats how i felt everytime baba would walk in to the house after office, play a little with me and head over to sit at the dinning table, sipping his tea, taking off his shoes, as Ma would fry some samosas, or simply serve a little bhujia sev in a round steel plate for baba. I wanted baba for myself though, all for myself, not to be shared even my mother because i was his daughter, his only child and he was the worlds most powerful man. he could open the seal of a medicine bottle with one twist of his hand, he never needed a bandaid if he scratched his hand playing cricket, he would walk in the dark at night, he could carry 3 heavy bags filled with vegetables and fruits every sunday he went to the bazaar, he would take a bath in cold water in winters, he would shoo away stray dogs if they came near me and most important, how could she forget he dint even wink an eyelid when we all got the Hepatitis B shots at the hospital. Baba was a hero, her hero and she dint like his attention divided.

Today at 29 i see a different man, i see someone with grey hair, some wrinkles on the face, a man who keeps a small bag of his everyday medicines, a man who counts on the his sugar intake everyday and most importantly a man who waits for me to get back from office so he can talk to me. Baba has changed as a person, i dont see the adrenaline rush in him to go walking even with 4 degree temperature outside, i dont see the short temper in him which made him punch some guy who tried following me from school, i dont see the impatience in him as Ma gets ready to go out somewhere in the evening, but yes i see the same father in him who loves his child more than anything in this whole world. Today as i type this, i see a man, sitting across me on the sofa , waiting for me to finish my "work" on the laptop so we can talk a little. Although our conversations are usually on how i need to save more, eat less junk, be careful while travelling, eat responsible, be a good and supportive wife, i know some of the topics are oft repeated but i cherish them all. I see a man who wants me to live life big, never bend down in front of wrong, always speak my mind, never hurt someone knowingly, always speak the truth, be strong and balance my mind and heart.

I see my father sitting on the sofa, checking his cell phone if there were any calls because i know once i am done with my laptop, he is going to as me to check if some friend of his has sent an SMS,and honestly i miss doing this for him everyday, cuz usually ma does this for him at home.

I dont know what is it about fathers, the stronger they appear, the more you feel like protecting them and keeping them safe. Sometimes i wonder, how did God bless me with two such wonderful men to make my world, my father and G.

I love you baba, i know you would not be reading this, and i am too shy to say this to you, but you are my hero and no man, can ever ever take your place in my life...

Happy Birthday Boy that i am married to

2011-05-17T11:59:00.000+05:30

How does one wish her husband ? you are the one who brings a smile on my face all the time, you are my soulmate or should I write you have made my world ? I have tried being romantic and feminine and wife like, but that’s just not me !

This would be your third birthday we are celebrating together and look how well we have progressed. Your 3 month old, brand new wife got you a Zippo and JD for the first birthday. How do I feel about it now ?? I think it started off on a good note, that our relationship would always be smoking hot and we’d always be high on love and fun and all crazy things !

The second birthday was a little more mature , as I realized you dint always appreciate my sardar mallu and bong jokes, or you dint find Edward Cullen half as cute as I did. Also we realized that I cry when we watch movies starring dogs and vampires (remember Marley and me) and you laugh at me. I also realized you usually don’t understand when your cell rings or vibrates because work takes over all your senses. It was also the beginning of us getting a little more mature and not having burgers and breezers on the highway, so I opted for a very professional looking phone. It also helps that I take my own pictures and set it as your wallpaper and you don’t change it ever.

And today the third birthday and it’s a well known fact that you have grown goofier than ever. You have started ordering dinner at home to be Lasagna and wine, you agree to do the laundry on weekends,you have given up most of your “vices” and left me wondering “what do I give up”. The answer comes to me through your black rimmed glasses “ baby try giving up your 5 year old pyjamas, especially when you choose to go to the malls in them”. But then, I know you G baby , you are proud of me in my pyjamas, just as I am proud of you with your ruffled hair when you wake up and don’t exactly know how to react to a big birthday hug and a cake J So this year I will be honest and on our pursuit to maturity and growing up and saving and block some of my “objectionable friends” on fb, I will get you clothes. Also because I am running dry of imagination but high on realization. Its not about the fancy phone, the high end watch or the zippo pouches, its about that funny card I get you every year. Its about the crazy things I tell you about before going to bed everynight, its about how upset I get everytime you deny my offer to get home a Labrador, its about those thousands of yellow post it notes you find all over the house for you.

It love actually !

I love you birthday boy..

what else can a daughter ask for ??

2011-05-03T15:28:00.000+05:30

What is the earliest memory you have of your childhood ? honestly guys, I always had a peanut size brain, so I cant boast much of memories, but yes, baba ma had ample pictures of me. So I know how my love handles started showing on my 1^st birthday or how I started getting close to being a tomboy from my second birthday party , judging by the shorts I was wearing back then. But amid all the pictures and memories one thing remains very clear, I started resembling mom, from a very early age. Today 28 years later, she still remains the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.

There are so many ways she influenced me to what I am today, when I was a kid, I remember wearing her sun glasses and standing in front of the mirror and wondering, when would I have my own ? Also I loved and I mean loved getting made up. I remember going to the doc for my Polio drops and getting a small black ink mark on my nail. I would boast to all about my black nailpolish. Now with a 28 year old daughter who wears Jockeys at home during summers, my mother still has her summer collection of ironed, salwar kameez’s at home .

Somewhere in primary I realized about the joy of marriage, courtesy the movies and doordarshan Sunday Chitrahars and I dreamt of marrying Sherlock Holmes. I was never too fond of studies or extracurricular activities. I still remember the day I pretended of a “heart pain” because I wanted to skip the Guides and scouts camp. Thank God ma pulled me to school with my paining heart that I can now boast of a national level certification.

High school was of course a case of raging hormones, where I fell in love , stayed up at night and got the phone bills soaring high, made my parents wonder, would I ever complete my education at all. But amid the insanity, she kept me from flunking class and got me to sail through smoothly. When I sat up and recited “Macbeth” and “Merchant of Venice” ma would lie next to me on the bed and keep an eye. Guess that’s how my name came out in the newspaper for scoring among the highest in the town.

And then it all changed, Ma was no longer someone I had to beware of, someone I needed to be scared of, she comfortably became my best friend. I enjoyed chatting with her as I drove her to the parlour and her kitty parties,I enjoyed getting her books which I knew she would like to read, she too somewhere down the line, forgot her stern looks and straight face as we became best friends.

College was perhaps the greatest time to realize what my parents meant to me, at 17 when you travel for 2 nights alone to get to Pune, you thank them for the courage they instilled in you. I remember sitting all alone at 3 in the morning at the Pune station, no cell phone with me, waiting for the sun to rise so I could take an auto to the hostel. I remember walking alone at 12 in the night after studying at my friends place, since autos were on strike and I had no option. I learnt about people and their behaviors as I did numerous part time jobs and got my own cell phone.i learnt what ma meant by saying “a young lady should always remember what family she belongs to “ as I comfortably managed college, hanging out in the canteen, partying out all night, going to the temple whenever I wanted to take a walk and be alone.

I love your simplicity, i love the way you look so aghast when i get you an expensive gift, i love the way you smile with pride when i tell you how well my appraisal went, i love your shocked look when we go out dining at some fancy place and you see the price on the menu, the way you insist you dont need any more sarees and fancy footwear, the way you lovingly make "macher jhol" for G and have that content smile, the way you try to understand my office work and make conversation, the way you keep telling baba how well i run our home..i could go on forever Ma.

Today, I realize how many times I might have hurt you, made you cry, took away your sleep at night, got you anxious, disappointed you and got you embarrassed. But Ma you are the best thing in my life and no matter how much people would say I look like you, my best compliment is when they say “I am just like you”

Thank you for showing me what “blessings on earth” really mean and for being my Ma. Happy Mothers Day

Love and other disasters

2011-04-08T15:52:00.000+05:30

What is it about relationships that convert our brains into sawdust ? what is it about expressing your emotions that one chickens out ? what is it about insecurity that makes us cringe and suffer all by ourselves? what is it about betrayal that never teaches us a lesson and we tread on it again?

In the past 2 years of blogging, i have got so many friends who have along the way, shared their lives, their loves, their heart breaks with me. A lot of time i get questions on "how did you get to meet G?" or "how do you know he is the right guy?" "how come you dont get bored of eachother " " dont you guys fight at all " "i wish i would find my perfect man/woman soon "

And everytime i love saying the same thing "that perfect person is tucked away somewhere, perfectly unaware of your existence, but equally eager to meet you "

Your perfect girl is not necessarily going to have a flawless complexion and skill sets to quench your various appetites. She will just be a regular girl, whose one funny statement, or one silly gesture will make you get up and take notice. She probably would find your blogging stupid and sharing your life on the web, ridiculous, but then, she becomes the subject of so many of your posts.

He is probably the kinds who shies away from people, while you love standing on the bar and dancing. He probably will think you are one insane girl to do that, but perhaps the minute you topple over and laugh at yourself, he realises, she aint that mad...just a little more !

How difficult is it for you to tell him that you like him ? its not like his denial would crash your world. There are loads of fishes in the sea, you just need to find another one who agrees that swimming under the sun, drunk on Vodka is as much fun as you think.

So he stays miles away and just talking over the phone aint enough. You need to hold him close, you want to put your head on his shoulder for the next movie you watch, you want his fingers holding yours, everytime you get scared of crossing the road. Isnt it awesome you actually can picture doing all this with someone. When you put your head on the pillow and ear to the phone you can actually tell him, you wished he was with you doing the silliest of things.

the enxt time you fight, imagine , you would not even like to think of him being with you, just for those 2 nights though. I am sure the fight does not see a third night :)

Do you know G works in an office where i have seen women wear sports shoes with churidars and bindis with skirts(ankle length). its kind of relaxing to know the company he has is not threatening. But yes, when he is travelling abroad in countries where Geisha's are found on roads, porn industry is legal, and office attire ends at your knees, i do dont have disturbed nights. The man knows he is one of the luckiest on this planet to have a wife who gets him Jack Daniels and Zippos for his birthdays, i am sure he doesnt want to loose that. And oh , i have no clue of his call register or inbox.(actually he has some 780 messages from me in his cell, he deletes the others)

Of course there has been trouble once in a while, when he picks up my cell to make a call to his mom and he sees a mysterious number :) in the 3 years of marriage the mysterious number last appeared last year :) Thats because no one is more precious to me than my man, no one!!

How often do you send an "i love you " message from your cell, just random, out of the blue. Maybe the sight of a cheesy lasagna ad, which you want to share with her , tempts you to do so. Maybe the red silk lingerie on display makes you feel like being around her, maybe a really nice Boss watch at the mall, makes you think of him...so whats stoping you from saying so? yeah i know sometimes the reply comes after 2 hours (ask me!) but so what, who said everything is supposed to be equal. He will never look as hot as you do after a work out and she will never beat you at Scrabble.

Lets not be those who stop others from dancing, lets not be one of those who think drinking in public is bad, lets not crib about the cigarette packet in her purse or in his car, lets not cry over the girl he had kissed in his garage at 16, lets not sulk about the boys who stalk her on FB. None of it makes one bad, none of it makes one gross or loud , none of it makes one uncouth. Its what she likes now and what he enjoys doing today. Tomorrow will be different and if you want to see the difference, stay by him, hold her hand and think about what i said " the perfect person is tucked away somewhere, maybe she is the one, perhaps he is the perfect guy, stop searching. Stop finding faults, give up complaining. Just think how lucky you are, that you have someone to fight or complain to. A lot of us dont "

3 years as Mrs Mukherjee ..already ???

2011-02-10T10:59:00.003+05:30

i sit here with a running nose but with a heart ebbing with love and memories...is it already 3 years that we have been married ?? cant be right!!

i remember you making tea with maida, thinking it was milk powder, when we ran out of milk the other day.

i remember you mixing your white shirt with my red duppatta and giving it for wash.

i remember you cribbing about the cold and insisting on a door mat inside your bathroom this January

i remember you preserving (flaunting) your 8 year old shoes from Germany, last week, expecting me to be impressed...

Wasnt it all just a few days back?? then how come we are celebrating three years of marriage.

I am sure you would be thinking on the same lines baby about your wife..

i remember the time i threw away many important papers thinking its junk

i remember the time i insisted on you taking a leave since i was home with blocked nasal passages

and oh the time when i tried making cinnamon rolls and they turn out "rocking " and you insisted its so soft and yummy.

Of course i will always remember how i pressed on the accelerator while parking our car, instead of the break !

three years just went by while we remained ourselves and enjoyed eachothers insanity. three years of learning each others likes, avoiding our dislikes, pretending to remain angry with eachother but feel miserable inside, of cursing each others office times and abusing people on the road...ye okay i take the credit for this one alone !

But i remember what Ma had told me 3 years back..you need to get mature, you should be responsible, learn to adjust, compromise with his family...but i havent done any of that baby..and still i claim, we are one of Gods most favorite couples !

By the way neither have you shown any such maturity, except maybe marrying me !

And today as we celebrate 3 years of being more than just what our name plate says "Sulagna & Suprabhat Mukherjee", i want to let you know, i could not have been any happier than what i am today. i love being your wife , cooking for you, fussing over you, shouting at you, dreaming of our life together and thanking God every morning .

You have made me so complete that i cant ask for anything more..yes i pray for some babydust and the rest is beyond a dream.

Happy Anniversary G baby !

missing in action !!

2010-12-22T11:27:00.002+05:30

Aaachooo...will be back soon

Hell hath no fury than a woman's road rage !!!

2010-12-09T10:48:00.000+05:30

Every morning as i head to office, i keep practicing my swears ! i have been born and raised in Jharkhand studied in a convent, hence the versatility of abusing in Hindi comes from my state and the comfort of an english swear word comes from my schooling. Let me tell you before hand, i studied in one of the countries most polished institutes, but my school remains my favorite since, no other place could have helped me write better than what i do !

So coming back to my post title, road rage for me means a lot of things..let me explain

1.Monday evening i reach home and show G my promotion letter, the man is super nice and asks me to get dressed so we can eat out. On our way to Mainland China, during office hours, he casually changes the radio channels, talks about the new guy in his team who fasts 3 days a week and his boss who is hard of hearing. Meanwhile, i sit quietly, keeping an eye for a stray two wheeler who might come before our car. And it does !!
and the road rage happens
G "Ooops"
Me" what the bloody hell?? ass&*(#

2. Saturday morning, we finish our breakfast and head to the nearest Reliance Fresh, around 7 Kms from our home. We reach there by 11:15 since the guy who brings in the fresh supply of fishes had sent a text message to G, to reach at 11:15 so he can have the best prawns. The man is good at PR i say. So we slow down in front of Reliance to get a parking space, i see one and i yell "ohh baby look look there ! there ! " G says "Relax baby ". So he gives the left indicator , slows down and is about to take the left turn, when an uncle in a while Maruti 800 swirves it in !!! I promptly get down , walk upto the old B!@$#@# and say "uncle dikhayi nahi deta kya aapko, hum toh park karne waaley they" To which uncle walks out of his car, pulls out his wife and his two little angels and walks past me. I shout "disgusting idiots" and find an arm around me , G walks in "Baby lets go, i parked it a little ahead. Ignore such people"

3.I am one of those Activa riding women most of you curse on your way to office in the morning. I tried learning to drive, but i had one little problem. When someone/ something came in front of me, i tend to scream loudly instead of hitting the brakes. explains how i rammed our car into the parking lot last Diwali ! So for our last anniversary i was gifted my own Activa to get my movement going freely. So while i ride to work everyday, i am the kinds who looks in the mirror and then takes a turn. I am the kinds who gives an indicator while changing lanes and i am the one who is the last hope for womankind when it comes to two wheeler riding. So i keep practicing my swears when a Honda City overtakes me from the left, without even blowing the horn, and i scream "Saaley C^&*!$ "

4. Perhaps the best memory is when G goes to give the car fro servicing, i offer o go with him on the bike so we can come back on the bike. Actually from my place to the service centre is 350 bucks so i guess the bike is fine. Also gives me the opportunity to ask him to hold me tighter while i ride my bike :) Fortunately he aint the kinds to have an issue , with sitting behind a woman riding a bike. And when we stop in traffics and i slowly make my way between cars, i feel his hands tightening around my waist as he says "slow down baby" . Oh and did i tell you, i especially love overtaking an SUV and then going slow just before them, serves right o those ego fed idiots !

5. There is this turn to my house, where i need to cross the road from the left to the right to get to the lane , taking me to our home. That road is where all the IT geeks, frustrated men, sport shoe and salwar kameez wearing Alto driving aunties drive, so caution is advised. So inspite of giving my indicator, flashing my head light no one slows down, so i look out for one of those scary looking aunties, who drive with their lips tucked in, and back straight to look in front, and i cross the road !! and of course when they gimme the dirty look , i wink at them!! ahh the frustration on their face and the sense of victory on mine !!!

This post is dedicated to everyone who rides a bike r drives car, please use your mirrors, please avoid driving on hi beam until needed, use your horn sparingly and use your courtesy in abundance !!!

Diwali Magic 3 years back..G & me

2010-11-03T10:51:00.001+05:30

As i sit at my work station i send a quick message to G "Baby check out my Facebook wall now "

and i know, even though he hardly ever uses his FB account, he will open it on his cell phone and sneak a look and smile ...he will smile because my status message says " Three years ago sulagna mukherjee was wondering who is G and should she be meeting him and his parents in a weeks time "

Its been three whole years since a name which sounded same as my fathers, would become so much more special. Three years since a tiny lady in a red saree , a huge and jolly looking man in a striped shirt , would walk into my house, followed by a mustached man in brown corduroys and a blue and white stripped shirt , smiling and greeting by parents "Happy Diwali"

I was in a red salwar kameez, which baba found very nice when we had gone shopping and insisted i looked very pretty in it. while Ma reminded me for the Nth time, dont frown at the boy just because he has a mustache. I have always preferred men without them , until that Diwali evening .

I had been one of those non-believers in love, having resorted to Vodka and shoe shopping after having my heart broken. Its ridiculous, the things you do to see your parents smile, because they traveled 1800 Kms to spend Diwali and to ensure their 25 year old agrees on marriage. Now, i know over the last two years that i have been blogging, that this is a similar feeling or thought with many of us..and all i can say is
the right person is tucked away somewhere, probably in the beaches of Goa or surfing the stock market on her Blackberry, or feeding a street dog and will one fine day just stand before you. And your heart will stay still and you will ask yourself "where the f*** were you man all this while"
- Sulagna Chatterjee
Amid those 15 minutes we sat alone talking about how crowded Mumbai trains are , how his work might take him to Germany again, His niece , My friends i knew i wanted to reach across the table and hold on his hands. You know how i have always had a fascination with his fingers !!

The wait till the next evening, for his father to call, seeing my father smile on the phone as he spoke to his father, the realization that the lady in red saree would henceforth be my ma and the jolly looking man would be my baba, i would see a wedding invite which says "sulagna weds G" was unforgeable. Its surprising how one man and his gentle voice, his loving family, would bring me into a new and beautiful world i had not believed in.

A little bit of magic , lots of love and wishes !

So this Diwali, i once again thank God for bringing to me the brightest light in my life, for making me believe in the magic of Diwali, for having someone say to me every 10th November "Happy Anniversary Baby " for giving me a family that made me proud and blessed to be married into and for making my parents say "humare sarey responsibilities poore ho gaye "

G and i wish you all a beautiful and blessed Diwali, where your prayers are answered and everyone of you has a little of the Diwali magic rub onto you !!!

Marriage Vows : In sickness and in Health !

2010-09-21T10:36:00.004+05:30

when i was getting married things were in a blur..and it all seemed beautiful because the man i was marrying was the one i had waited for all my life. He convinced me that some good men are still left and i had got the one i was meant to be with.

I sometimes wonder why dint i ever ask G to write me marriage vows,yes i know he would be wearing a dhooti paanjabi and a topor on his head and reading out vows amid my aunts doing the bengali "uluu" thing was not a very nice sight. But none the same, i love the idea of writing marriage vows for the person who will mean your world. One of my favorite parts about the vow is where we promise to be with each other through sickness and in health.

Anywyas I forgot to ask him to write me marriage vows and we still live happily ever after.

Now you wonder whats the link between all this and the part where i wrote "sickness and in health".
G and I have always been the spontaneous kinds, who dont like planning and like to do things at the moment. Invariably whenever we have planned to go for a drive to a nearby beach, my neighbours come over or we over sleep or i catch a fever. You see, fever and me have had a long relationship which still holds priority in my 3 year old marriage. And to my surprise getting a cold and running a fever is not unpleasant as it used to be.

The minute i make that call to G from my desk and he hears me with a cough filled voice and hoarse voice i love to hear" baby take a rick and go home" after convincing him that i will, i proceed to ask the boss for a half and as i get inside the auto, i get a message "baby did you reach home? call me once you are home" Now honestly sitting in the rick is one of my favorite pass times but when with a running nose, i dont think so. So having reached home a call is made to the man letting him know i am home. and i am promised "take a crocin and sleep baby i promise i will be home before you wake up". And as the Vicks inhaler de -congests my nose and the crocin gets me sleepy, my last thoughts are usually on the lines of "What will we have for dinner..i cant cook today"

Somewhere in between, i feel a cute butt sitting next to me and his hands running through my hair. As his hands become the thermometer to judge how hot my body is, i hug him and his shirt serves in rubbing my nose. And thats when i realise "wow..he is home at 6"

As i wash my face and comb my hair , get ready to put on my socks and a shawl and place myself on the drawing room couch, i hear the gas turning on, fridge open, pan heated and within a few minutes of sitting on the couch i have a cup of hot tea with ginger and a stuffed omellette served by a man who tries his best to keep his unwell wife happy. What follows is a nice foot rub and leaning on his shoulder as i dont utter a single word of resistance to the Star Sports he is watching. But miracle happen when i run a temperature..he gives me the remote and says"baby you wanna watch TLC?"

When the tea is over , the omlette is washed off, i see someone setting an alarm on his cell phone for 9 PM, to make sure i take my second dose of medicine after 6 hours of the first. Somehow inspite of the fever the things on my mind are
1. what will we have for dinner?
2.How will i cancel my meeting tomorrow?
3.I cant even go to the neighbours house cus my cold is infectious
4.Can i try putting some nailpolish now
5.I think French Manicure will be good cus i wont be eating rice for the fever, so no yellow nails
6.Oh i need a pedicure too but all that water and my feet in fever...no good

As i get ready to step out in my shorts and chappals i hear him say "Baby change out of the shorts please" And i crib and wear my jeans but the man wont let me be wearing shorts out in the cold in fever(of course he DOES NOT prefer me in shorts in the nearby bazaar) So he drives and his hands are on my leg , comforting me and saying "it will be fine baby...fever chole jaabe"

Eating noodles and chili chicken is probably how i would like to be remembered and he knows this very well that everytime his wife has fever she will recover only after she has noodles and chilli chicken and migraine can be overcome by Cadburys Silk. Usually the nights are terrible since my nose gets completely blocked, i breathe from my mouth,my throat dries up , my tonsils hurt and i wail ! And then the most amazing thing happens"Nose drops" and the next best thing happens as G hugs me , keeps me warm,whispers into my ears"we will go out shopping tomorrow, get some sleep baby.

And i realise, i dint really miss out the marriage vows !

Finding true love is just a ...

2010-08-19T10:19:00.007+05:30

The other day i met up with some old friends..no no not old like grey haired, but the ones with whom i colored my hair flame red and the ones with whom i took Tequila shots and danced on the bar!!

And you know i realised , i am still the same,minus the red hair of course.I did get drunk, i did talk giberish, i went up to the DJ and told him how much i love my husband and why he should play only Dire straits, i also walked up to him again , and said "you are a cutesy" because he played my favorite "Romeo & Juliet", i did a couple of Tequila shots, some red wine and some breezer and also a little bit of Vodka, all this while, loking at G and saying"Oh how did i get you???"

Surprisingly getting drunk with your friends, singing the school anthem in the car, crying over runny mascara, loudly commenting to friends"i think my husband has a super cute ass" is still fun and i can never run out of such fun as long as there are good friends , G and Vodka.

I dont know if i have ever shared this with you guys but sometimes when i am not drunk, on a sunday afternoon, as we lie on the couch reading books or playing scrabble i put down a wishlist to the man who has fulfilled all my wishes..even the ones i dint wish to speak aloud to myself for fear of disappointment, were all answered by this one guy..so here is some of the "priorities"

Even though the husband wants to upgrade to a Volkswagen , i insist on an SUV, and it has to be a black Honda CRV or a steel grey Tata Safari

I insist that that the big car should be able to manage a very naughty child strapped in the back seat, a LCD on the back seat playing Shrek 3 and right next to the little monster would be our first love, wasuli. Dont laugh, thats what i am gonna call my black lab puppy..of course he will be the most terrifying black lab puppy in the area. The one i want to walk with every morning, as i listen to my IPod which shall play my second favorite song"Dekha jo tujhe yaar,dil mein baji guitaar"...no no i am not kidding!!

And we shall very often be seen packing our bags, our barbecue grill in the car and heading towards our very own farmhouse...what good is a farmhouse if you are not able to look after some stray dogs and senior cattle..do not call them "old " they do not like it. senior is an acceptable term.

I dont know how many of you know this, but i am very fond of cooking and though i can not make the perfect chappati i do have quiet a name in Chinese and baked cuisine. So yes, once i stop working, as in quit office, i shall ensure the house smells of cinnamon frequently, the backyard garden shall have its own cherry tomatoes and oh yes, G would be proud of showing to all his flair at gardening.

We have always been a very different couple..i mean we are two different people with some very different radical choices and yet cant do without eachothers company..so when we play scrabble and he makes a word like "subtle" i usually chip in a word like "tub"

And you know what..i dont much care about the CRV or the Farmhouse, but yes Wasuli scores high on my wishlist and so does the lil monster. A lot of us who have followed Carrie Bradshaw and the girls from Sex and the city always look for love, look for brands, look for gorgeousness..but honey let me be honest..its all in you. Right now, as you are scrolling down the page, twirl your hair a little, sway your fingers a bit, pout your lips a little and see...yess..thats called "being gorgeous" and if you are waiting for your perfect man or the mystery woman, believe me , they are safely tucked away somewhere, taking Tequila shots, running on the beach or walking to show support for a Gay parade..no matter what we think and what we plan, He definitely knows how to spring a surprise. If you feel gorgeous, pet a street dog, feed a Parle G biscuit packet to the little beggar boy on the traffic signal,if you help a man with a red and white stick cross the road, inspite of missing your bus, if you compliment your father on how nice he looks in the new yellow and brown t-shirt and swear that your mom is the best in the world...The Man up there will just , one fine day, surprise you and you would look into those perfect eyes, hold those hands , feel intoxicated and blurr out " How did i get you "..just like i do...everyday!!!

PS:Bloggers Meet in pune could be a wonderful place to take this discussion further...anyone from Pune game for some coffee and conversation????

I can never grow old, only richer!!

2010-08-06T10:45:00.007+05:30

I turned 28 last month on the 18th of july, and believe me you guys made it awesome for me..i would have sincerely loved to do a give away of some kinds, but sadly nobody thought of sponsoring my blog with beautiful templates and skimpily clad models talking about sunscreens. Anyways ,what matters most is as i add another candle on my cake every year, another inch to the waist, another lesson in life i also add another good friend to share it all with. The last year especially has been super sexy because i got so many of you to be a part of my life. Thank you guys, since you have just had a teaser so far, the best of me is yet to be uncorked !!

When i was 16 i was freaking out at the thought of growing up and growing old. i wondered whats going to happen to my basketball shoes, who will wear my sun caps, who will ring the bell on my bicycle, how will i ever live without my hole-ridden shorts and why am i supposed to have long beautiful hair. I also kept a mental note of never kissing a boy because i can not have a baby at this age (stop smirking you smart one's)

At 28 i love the grey streaks that show up when i tie my hair in a knot, i love the feel of the man i love the most next to me while i watch the news, i enjoy g

etting up at 6 every morning to water the plants, feed the fish and toast breads for us, i enjoy keeping a tab of what needs to be brought next for the house, having spent a fortune on the home theatre, i pride myself on sending that bouquet of roses and cak

e with my credit card on fathers day and i realise i dont want this to stop. Today when i type this down , i see a ring on my finger which makes me the worlds luckiest woman to be spending the rest of my life with the man who is my world, i have a watch on my left wrist which reminds m

e how much i miss my parents and a gift given by them 3 years back is so precious. I am wearing a pair of mojri's which remind me of the day i learnt that street side shopping is as much fun a

s Westside and i do not shy away from raste ka maal. At 28 i have earned myself so many friends who have made up for every tear i have ever shed.

Sometime back , maybe 3 years back i was so afraid of growing old, of getting wrinkles , of gaining weight, of being left out, of not knowing which is the top 10 song in the US Billboards or not knowing what is the new colour of the season. And today as i write th

is, feeling unputdownable, one of the most loved people on this earth, feeling

absolutely pretty, so full of life and so blessed that none of my fears can ever ever scare me again. I guess all of us are at some time in life afraid of growing older

but hell no !! i am not!! i love to do my Tequila shots , i enjoy being lazy on a sunday morning, i love

making an excuse at office and going for a drive with G,I enjoy every minute i speak to ma over the phone telling her how i dint get wet in the rain and yes i do fry fishes in the weekend for the hungry husband. I look forward to the warmth of a tiny throbbing heart inside me someday, the little fingers curled around mine, the look of a proud father in G's eyes, the first football match for the baby or the first time i buy a pink hairband for our princess. There is so much to look forward to that i realise growing a year older is optional but growing another friend a year is mandatory.

Happy Birthday my gorgeous self !!! i love myself and i love you all for making me feel this way!!!!

A Little Sad

2010-08-02T09:50:00.003+05:30

Hey everyone...a couple of things i need to catch up with you guys on

1. I got back from a cross country 10 day vacation.

2.lost two litres of blood on the work front

3.cut my hair a little short

4.declared that henceforth i will only eat margarine and no butter

5. apologise to all of you for not being able to catch up with you on your blogs

6. a little sad about something someone commented on my my blog..

Let me tell you one thing, i cherish all of you..each and every one of you..even the ones whom i do not get time to comment back on, beleive me i feel guilty for not being able to visit your blogs. i get a little caught up with toasting breads, avoiding puddels of water on the way to work, writing long boring mails,and then tryign my best to blog often.

Inspite of all the warnings given by all, i pour my heart out in this blog and now i have some of the BEST friends i could ever ask for. People with whom i have never watched a movie or chatted over coffee, but are truly my friends..you know all of you , how much you guys mean to me..and today as i was replying to all the friendship day messages on facebook and blogger and Gmail i got this nasty comment..it truly pains me to know how can someone be so deceitful towards another human being..

this person here visited one of my cherished posts and left behind such ugly comments here

None the same, i wish people would just stop hurting eachother, learn to forgive, trust people, believe in the power of love and feel happy for others..

PS: Jack uncle thank you for the birthday card, di TBG nil remya su cathy nu thansk a bunch for that awesoem picture where i became the shiny disco ball, Pins and Ashes thank you for that beautiful mail you sent on my birthday and to each and every one of you, who has been a part fo making em happy knowing i have such wonderful friends all around..love you all and hey..Happy Friendship Day

Madness was me back then!!!

2010-07-13T10:40:00.009+05:30

Its been long since i wrote something which is my usual self..but before i go there, let me thank you for your messages on my last post facebook and Gmail and my cell phone on recovering..with the good Lords blessings i weigh 3 Kgs more and after 23 anti-biotics and being the largest consumer of crocin in 5 days,i am back in office. Thank you guys..all of you for being such amazing friends..

As i was left out for a long while, i tried doing some catching up and landed up here at BlogAdda which somehow made me think, its been long since i recalled the good ol' wild days, where nothing was planned, being reckless and giddy headed was so much fun, being fearless was just a part of me..now of course i have managed to change, i think of calories and i get scared, i think of the hot girl in G's office and i get scared, i think of my mother looking thinner than me and i get scared..but hey, i have had my share of crazy moments..

When i was in college, i used to always love gossiping..i still do..and once we were just talking about random things you'ow , at 2am about ghosts,how girls have babies and how someone wrote a poem for the school Basketball coach. Amid all this three of us, somehow managed to jump the PG wall, get on the main road and i the Brave heart of all, covered myself with a white bedsheet and held a torch under the bedsheet, stood in the middle of the road waiting for the first victim. Life has its funny ways of playing pranks and soon when i saw the headlights of an approaching car i switched on the torch and started my slow swaying. In a matter of one hour, i was sitting on a bench with my two friends,and a friend talking to the policeman on duty..i had managed to "scare" the patrolling police jeep.

This was something that happened when i was around 20 so i was grounded severely, but what happened with me at the age of 5 was unforgivable. all i tried doing was put my hands inside the bar of the cage housing the monkeys at the zoo. As i tried aiming nuts at the baby monkey, i suddenly found myself looking into the eyes of the mother monkey, fixed to the ground since , my hand which was inside the cage was held tightly by the mommy monkey. And in those 3 seconds life changed as i became the first human to be slapped by a female monkey for having thrown nuts at her baby. My childhood bore marks of that slap for a long time.

I had always been very fond of eating, and as a kid my mum used to put sugar between parathas and toast it on the hot tawa. I was given my share of 2 parathas and some were kept for daddy. So one sunday when no one was watching i sneaked to the kitchen and took out daddy's share of the parathas and was in heaven. As i took the first bite i heard mom coming into the kitchen, and the smart child that i was ,i hid under the sink . By evening i was running high fever and crying out loud since in the process of hiding under the sink to hide my crime,i had placed my cute lil ass on the hot tawa..and the rest is as they say "history"

I could go on and on but i will leave you with two more masterpices of my childhood. I remember myself calling out Gods name and my mothers as i found my head stuck inside the pressure cooker. I tried not to waste the gravy of the chicken curry at the bottom of the pressure cooker, so in an effort to lick it all up, i got into a tight position..literally(Now you know why my brain's growth has been restricted)

And of course the last piece of madness i must tell you is when i was in college. I was always a chamiya..you know the cute ones, who speak with a twang and love clubbing(in my colleges we were called chamiya's) so one day Hottie that i was decided to wear a white shirt and denims with a red lipstick since i wanted to look classy that night..not the regular chindi tops. So while i stepped on the dance floor ,and started getting interesting looks from people around i realised that i am the original diva who can make a plain white shirt look sexy. Sexy indeed it was, since there were neon lights. and you know what happens when you wear white under neon lights...little is left to ones imagination..

There you go..another glimpse of me when i was not cooking palak paneer and sending "love you" mesages to my husband..i was just an ordinary girl , with simple experiences in life

And yes did i tell you what i stand to win if i prove my lunacy in this contest..check this website of Pringoo and i am sure you would love what i picket for myself

chicken stew and crocin are my best friends

2010-07-05T14:43:00.004+05:30

While i was busy eating aaloo posto and kosha mangsho, a damn virus sneaked on me, ambushed me as i was sleeping at night and i woke up with 102 on the thermometer.

Guys sorry i have been unable to come over to your blogs..will be there soon, once this sardi khaasi goes, and once the pain of dhoni's marriage settles down :)

ps: the good news is that ma is making me chicken stew while i type this

love

Sulagna

pps: i will be visiting all of yours blogs soon and doing all my pending tags too

something about giveaways

2010-06-30T10:47:00.006+05:30

ohkk...for most of you who know me on FB, its a clear thing that i am nuts about certain things

1. G

2.My Family

3.My Shoes

4.Baking

5.Vodka

6.My home

7.Silver Jewellery

8.Babies

9.G

10.My Cupboard

As if by divine intervention(by the way i am very angry with the Romans and the Greeks and Indus Valley civilization for not having invented Goddess of Fashion) i landed on this blog

http://hippiehollysimplesally.blogspot.com/

..and my skirt flew up!!

really, here are these two extremely talented girls, helping you make rainy day righter and add the glitz to your outfit,you plan to wear on your chachi k bete ka wedding.

I know you all will be busy opening windows to this blog and especially following these girls and yes joining in their fabulous giveaway about the chandi ka khazana they are giving away....like Queen says .. Spread the Love

You know Its Love when.....

2010-06-22T09:53:00.004+05:30

Along these two years of marriage many a times we have been asked "is yours a love marriage" to which G smiles and says no and to which i make my eyes round n big and say "noooo we met on jeevansaathi"

When my parents told me one fine day, that i should get married and should be looking out for options, i was asked if i prefer anyone..On hearing me say no , my mother let out a sigh of relief and told baba" ohh i knew it, our daughter will always leave this important decision on us " The last time i tried taking the decision on my own, i ended up engaged to a guy, spent all my youth n my baby love and ended with a broken engagement in 6 months and of course, i ended up with a quote written on my forehead "All men are C**** "

After more than a year of jeevansaathi profile ID number exchange, meeting around 6 different charlies ( One of those charlies further sent a friend request to G after we got married) every two months, realising that you need to stay away from certain IIT ,IIM kinds, i knew what i wanted. I knew there is nothing called love, i enjoyed watching movies like "I Am Legend" and quit reading mush!

what i wanted was my own flat by the age of 30, huge French windows, a black lab, a Silver Mini Cooper and yes in time, get myself artificially inseminated and have babies..yeah..i love babies, and i dont care much about the means of getting them!! Yes i forgot to add, my flat would be in central london perhaps and with a larder stacked with macvities and greeen tea.

But things changed on 10th November 2007, forever. i stood waiting at the window waiting for the new Mukherjee guy to come, and as he got out of the car i screamed at my ma" His father sent us a photo without a moustache but look HE HAS A MOUSTACHE!!!! "

My parents were forewarned not to even consider men with moustaches or ones who could not speak good English..of course the list was longer but these were mandates.

I never believed in love at first sight, actually dont know if ours was love at first sight or not, cuz the moment he sat across me at the table, i said to myself "awww he is soo nice" mind you, by now he had not even opened his mouth. As we spent more time i dint get what i had expected. I wanted romantic messages, i wanted loving mails, i wanted surprise gifts, i expected white lillies at my office, i expected cute status messages on Orkut, i wanted more scraps on Orkut..

But i got more ...G sat quitely and listened to em as we sat by the Bandra Bandstand, as i rattled how my day went, he would slow down his pace as i walked in my heels, he would come late so i could sneek 5 minutes of make up before he came, he spoke about his family, he told me how the New Year fireworks in Germany was seeming incomplete, he wrote me a message while coming back to India saying "Next time we would travel together" As i stayed alone home one night, when my parents left for Jamshedpur for our wedding preparations he promised he would never leave me alone, he shared with me his plans of buying a house in Pune, he asked me if i like cane furniture or not and suddenly i realised..this is what people say is Love. its the silent desire to hold him, but feeling shy. Its about listening to every word i say and think about it when he goes to bed, its about thinking of saving some more money so we could have a grand honeymoon, its about quiting heels and moving to flats so you can walk with him, its about knowing a person.

Love is not about gifts and candle light, its about what you talk of for hours when there is no electricity and you can keep talking. Love is not about expensive eating outs but thanking god for the quick Maggi he makes for you when you are tired. It is about sending that message before his flight takes off " Have a nice flight and text me once you reach..i will wait" and smiling you see him calling after he lands.

So this blog is for all of you who send me mails and ask me how do you know its love, you will know its love when you sit by a beach at night and suddenly wish he was there, when you have 500 bucks in your wallet and instead of buying a t-shirt for yourself, you pick up those floaters he wanted. Its about becoming blind to his shortcomings and being strong to forgive his mistakes. Its about picking your cell phone every half and hour to see if he messaged. Its about setting a hello tune that could perhaps describe your relation, its about waking up one fine day and asking " Has he also woken up...lemme call n see"

Its about realising that his hands are the most wonderful things i have ever felt on my skin!! !

And its still love when he puts on his black shirt and gels his hair, smelling of DKNY and your skirt flies up!!! you faint ..get up again and say "wow i love this man!!"

PS for G baby: holding your hand IS the most amazing thing i do all day baby !!

How G and i fight now and back then !!

2010-05-31T10:28:00.005+05:30

At 27 when you fight with your man,its a little difficult to behave the same way you did at 25..seriously!

At 25 when we guys fought, i would pick up my brown teddy, stand by the window and cry.

today i switch on facebook chat and smile

At 27 i call Ma and speak to her and pretend everything is fine, since she WILL NEVER beleive that G is at fault, so no point complaining.

at 25 i called baba and told him, get my tickets done, i want to come home, tomorrow morning, first flight

At 25, when we fought, he would be the first one to make up for it and bring home a huge bouquet of roses and a bigger smile on the face, when he returned home

Today he walks in from work, takes a shower, and puts his favorite shorts, pulls out the newspaper and reads it *yes i dont exist at that point*

At 27, i got to sleep without dinner,toss and turn all night with a growling stomach and keep looking at him, damit!! he is snoring!!!

at 25, i made myself some Maggi and left some for him,slurped mine secretively in the balcony, went to bed, tossed turned and looked at him, damint!!! he is snoring!!

At 25, i used to cry and weep and cry and sulk and say "why did i marry this guy"???

Today, i growl,bang doors and think" Shiitttt, i cant go the parlour this weekend, till our fight is over" **i have too high an ego to ask him to sponsor and drop me at the parlour**

At 27, i plan to meet old friends and have a cosmopolitan and good Italian food

at 25, i stayed at home,looked through our wedding pictures and sobbed

At 25, i used to delete his msgs and his pictures from my cell phone,

Today, i go to his desk and remove all his important yellow post-its about work reminders, and pretend i know nothing

At 25, he came and hugged me when he saw me crying as i went to sleep and would say "pls dont cry baby"

now he switches on HBO and comes to sleep at 12, long after i am done with my tossing turning and sobbing

At 25, i woke up in the morning, from the previous nights fight,feeling miserable and ran to hug him and say"i love you G baby"

Today, i wake up, make some tea, pull out his Brittania crackers and hug him and say "its ok baby, i forgive you and i love you a lot "

At 25, after we got back to our "baby" and "sorry" i cooked up a nice lunch and fixed a strong Vodka

today i preach "all is well which ends with a Vodka"

To my angel..

2010-05-27T10:24:00.004+05:30

Its been a year since you left us..you came in our lives and it changed, for those three months we had with you, it was beautiful. I loved reading books about you, i noticed every day changes in you. I even dint complain about the sickness and lost desire to eat.

He used to come home early just so he could sit next to us, i wrote him messages, saying "we" want him to come him early. We spoke if you were a girl or a boy and he knew you would be soon playing football with baba in the house. we wanted to name you different and special.

i still remember how surprised our parents were when we broke the news over the phone and how elated we both were. This was something we were not expecting, but when you came, we were the happiest.

Not a day goes i dont think about you, not a day goes i dont say"he would have been 4 months today" and not a day goes, i dont ask God, why?

And today after a year of loosing you, i know you had come to make us stronger, have our faith in Him grow deeper and made us beleive, that God has his plans for all of us.

And no matter how happy we are, we will always miss you.

Happy Birthday QMT

2010-05-25T11:18:00.006+05:30

Birthday' s are always to be celebrated with style and panache, a time to get wild, stay stylish, speak well, shout out load, let your hair down and wear that Nina Ricci, with bright red painted nails..yes blood red.

Time to be coy with the man and crazy with the friends, a dash of wit and lots of class, running high and dry on Martini, with the proverbial olives, wild classy timeless and high!!

Happy Birthday Queen!! Have a splendid one tomorrow !! cheers

PS: I really like king, so the Jack Daniles on the rocks is him

Happy Birthday G baby

2010-05-17T11:54:00.004+05:30

For the man who made me look up at stars and see a new world

for the man who made me look up at the sky and smile

you taught me to keep dreaming and beleiving

you have been the best thing to wake up to every morning, as you lie wrapped in your blanket

you make me come home early , just so i can cook a fast evening snack by the time you reach home

and the look on your face on having that with the evening cup of tea, makes up for all my troubles

i love the way you crib about watering the plants and making the morning tea

i secretly love seeing you sulk if we forget to pick your "brittania crackers" during our weekly grocery shopping

buying your clothes has been one of my favorite things to do and when you say "i already have so many" i satisfy myself with a pack of kerchiefs

the way you rub my feet, when we sit on the couch after the evening cooking

and the way you try to roll the chappatis for me

the smile you have when i tell you "come i will sponsor tonights dinner"

and the smile you have when i say "oopss i forgot my wallet"

you surprise me with your patience, when we go shopping for you and i buy stuff in two big bags

your enthusiasm of making cheese omlettes in the microwave and vegetable fried rice, while you always forget to switch off the Microwave

the sudden decision to have green tea and the weird obsession for fried fish

the honest slurp on every piece of cake or brownie i bake for you

the way you notice a pair of earings or a new footwear, even if i have worn them so many times

and that when you make me feel brand new, in your little way , along the way

do you remember how i always told you "baby, you are too good to be true"...i still say so

and today as we add one more candle to your birthday cake, i wanna promise that i will always say " baby you will always be too good to be true"

Happy Birthday G baby

Bhindi Gobhi the husband and me !! (priority wise)

2010-04-30T10:06:00.003+05:30

Being a working wife is a very very very difficult choice i have made in life. On one hand i need to make sure that my office mails dont go unanswered and on the other hand i need to ensure the husbands lunch does not look dull. There are days when i am in the middle of a meeting and on the sides of my organizer i scribble"call plumber to look at the leaking tap", there have been instances when i am talking to his mother and make a mental reminder,not to call her during office hours since the conversation usually lasts for an hour..yes 45 minutes at the least..yes yes , with his mom.

Those of you wondering what i talk for an hour can email me, and i shall provide free consultation.

Once i reach home, i need to make some more important decisions, like should i scrub my face now, or should i do it before i sleep off. Choosing the latter , i get into the kitchen, and start doing what i love doing, cooking.

When i was a kid, vegetables looked threats to me, they were reminders of my puny, 3 feet tall existence and my mothers 5 feet 8 inches existence. Vegetables reminded me of the balcony, where i was usually asked to sit for half an hour if i dint eat vegetables. A s child i was a fussy eater, so sometimes when my father opened the magazine kept under the coffee table, a piece of chappati would fall out. There were instances where my mother would be puzzeled on seeing red ants marching towards the Tulsi plant, since thats where i would throw my Horlicks infused milk. I had also tried flushing a katori(bowl) of dal, but unfortunately the katori crash landed in the commode and the plumber had to be called. I sometimes feel i had a tormented childhood because of vegetables, horlicks and milk.

Today at 27, things look a little brighter, i am faced with a new challenge from my 6 foot tall fridge. You see, apart from all the ice cubes it supplies for the jack daniels, apart from the stock of chicken nuggets it freezes to feed us on Friday evenings, it has a big vegetable box. Every saturday morning , when G and i go to the nearby Reliance Fresh, i make a mental reminder of things we need to buy. There was a time when i used to write things on a post-it, which G would stick on the trolley, and in between picking up, Brittania Crackers and corriander, he would drop the post-it. So the plan dint work and we decided on mental reminders.

As we enter Reliance fresh , i head to the section of vegetables, praying to God, "please give me more options apart from gobhi and bhindi( cauliflower and Okra) " and as fate would have it, there lying in front of me, in bright red boxes, drizzeled with water i see a whole lot of happiness. I see cabbage, i see capsicum, carrots, turnip,bottle gourd,brinjal ohhh ...wow!! finally i will make "paanch meshalir torkari" ( five vegetables mixed with spices, super popular in bengali households)

With absolute eternal acknowledgement, i pick up one shiny,round gorgeous Brinjal "Baby why are you taking begun(brinjal in bengali) ?" the man asks. I turn around and smile and expalin my thoughts on paanchmeshalir torakri, to which i hear "ohhh nooo baby, i dont like bottle gourd"

As a good loving wife, i sacrifice my thoughts and march to pick up some French Beans, "Baby these are old, lets get some other vegetables" trying my best to hold back my tears i turn around and see whats staring into my face"gobhi and bhindi"

"ahhh these look good" and a KG each are taken.

Moving ahead, i cheer myself up and say, this time i will experiment with some new style of cooking. I will buy some paneer and probably Tuesday night could be mattar paneer. So smiling at teh though of the green round peas, i open the freezer and pull out a pack of "Safal Frozen Peas"

"ayii baby i dont like frozen peas, take the fresh ones"

With the look of a woman, who has been asked to rub some mustard oil on her hands, instead of the new Elizabeth Arden lotion, i pick up half a kilo of fresh peas. Mental reminder" give Bai an old kurti and ask her to peel the peas for me and keep on Tuesday morning"

Finally when we reach the billing section , we have a man who is very happy with his Brittania crackers, the crate of red Bull, the king prawns and the box of Mentos. While i sulk at the trolley filled with so many things that looked threatening to me, once again a deja vu of childhood..though i love the bunch of Broccoli smiling at me, i look back at the shiny tomatoes, i nearly kiss the carrots and capsicum, i will miss the others i left behind.

And i knew , tonight again i will dream of wearing a huge gown,making some peas soup, with 7 children screaming on the floor and G driving a tractor in the backyard. And all the while the cauliflower and Bhindi are watching the new movie sitting on the Brown leather couch !

I make "looking good " even better..really

2010-04-18T20:17:00.003+05:30

The other day i got two emails from someone , among the amazing 105 saying"where did you vanish sulagna? no posts for some time"

and you know what..it just inspired me to write a post, just a little one maybe..

you see G says i am a narcissist, and so do some of my friends..and i like it:) cuz i do really love myself.

I wake up every morning,look into the mirror and see my hair messed up, eyes a little swollen but say"wow i look nice in this hair ,ruffeled like bon jovi"hmmm

then i look around and see a man cuddled into a ball,hugging a pillow and as i croon over him,i get that"hey baby good morning" greeting in the sexiest croaking voice i have ever ever ever heard. and i say "wow am i lucky or what?"

oh if its a sunday, i take a few minutes to rub his ears, wrap him inside the rug and smell his neck(yes i love to smell his neck,) and though he wriggles, i know he likes it..i mean, very few men have their wives doing this every morning...yes every morning.

Did i tell you i am an amazing cook, no really its true cuz my food, my ingredients, the pots and pans, the burner, the microwave and even the blinds in the kitchen they love to see me walk into the kitchen. thats cuz i love spending time with them, quality time. So what happens is, when i cook during weeknights, with G hovering around with his "baby ki korcho"(in bengali:baby what you doing?) the house smells of cinnamon and garlic and dhaniya...and it makes me complete..yes it does..a beautiful house, a soulmate, an apron which says "kiss the cook", a huge kitchen and good food.

Once i am done with my first loves(G and food) i move to my other priorities, bathing.especially in summer, cuz i spen 3/4th of my life in the bathroom. And oh all my strawberry chocolate infused bathing products make me feel out of the world...absolutely..and oh psssssttt i love it when G sniffs the moment i step out of the bathroom ;) now you know why i say "soulmate"

Do you know we have 37 plants in our two balconies , which G and water religiously.Someday i dream of having cinnamon rolls and coffee in our balcony, with a black Labrador resting under my feet..errr..no actually i would love to see him standing on his hind legs on the railings and wag his tails..blisss!!

And of course evening are spent going out,just driving around to buy grocery,do things that need to be done,so even if i need to take a passport size photograph,i ask G, if the top looks bright.you know certain colours make me feel prettier..pink of course is my pet,i love the glow it leaves on my skin,i like the feel of cotton on my self in summers, i like chiffon duppatta's which ruffle when i walk,holding hands with G. Its surprising how my hands slip into his when we are walking down the roads in Aundh, the way my hands rest on his leg when he drives in the crowded FC road, the way i ruffel his hair when we stop at a signal..the way i play some dhik chak numbers, as he frowns on my choice..

Sometimes when we are with friends, so many of them get "shocked" yes shocked on seeing my tattoo and tell him"lucky dude" and that smile on his face..ohhh i have forgotten all the pain i went through for that tattoo, that smile sweeps me off my feet even after two years .

and now as i write this, the very busy man who was reading something, has quitely come and sat next to me, watching his DLF IPL as i peep and look at him from my laptop, let my hair loose, so i can get pretty again(he likes it that way) and hope i have answered "what kept me busy"

and if you have anything more to ask...let me know...i promise, i will smile, roll my eyes, put some lip balm and get down to answering :)

Cupcakes and awards and tags

2010-04-05T11:51:00.013+05:30

Saturdays are special for us..like all married couples we pull out the post-its and write about things we need for the week and things we need not buy next time..for instance, someone got very excited on seeing Californian Pistachios at a mall and picked up a HUGE pack of it. I was promised it will be consumed every day but its been lying in one of the kitchen trolleys ever since, and i am splurging it for friday night drinks with friends. Anyway s talking of things we dont need, i saw an Easter egg and was immediately in love with it, believe me it asked me "where were you all this while lover". I was still trying to come out of its blue and pink designs, when G said "cholo baby,billing hoe geche""(in Bengali:lets go baby billing is done) Of course husbands are insecure species, even if its an Easter egg, so while i was letching at my candy,the husband finished the billing so no more new items are added to the list.

Obviously i dreamt about it that night , so got up from my sleep and though of seeing if any friend is online .And then i opened Nil's blog...and there!! right there i saw the new love of my life..pink cupcakes with cherries..and to make matters even more heavenly, it was an award!! haaa...somehow i have been lazy with awards and tags, but i owed it to this pretty little cupcake "hellow lover, where had you been all this while"

so here goes the rules

1.Thank the person that gave this to you

2. Copy the award and put it on your blog.

3. List 3 things you love about yourself

4. Post a picture you love (e.g a person you adore etc.)

5. Tag 5 people you wish to pass this award on to

Nil..or Nilanjana Bhattacharjee, is like a bright ray of sun that comes into your room,warm,makes you dizzy with its charm and makes you wish for more. As a little sister, who shares the amazing bond of Pink Patialas with me, this kid will make you pause..think..and compliment , everything she writes..thank you honeysuckle..i love having your name as "sibling" on my FB page..it feels wonderful

Three things i love about myself..now thats a bad thing to ask a narcissist because three is too less..i love the way my hair falls on my face when i leave it untied, i love the fact that i have such a wonderful family and a husband who makes me live my dreams and of course, i love every minute of being a woman, proud, strong, confident ,wise and beautiful!!and oh since i am supposed to tag 5 people.. i think thats unfair because everyone who is friends with me through my blog is absolutely special, and i wish everyone of you could take this tag and the award. It takes a lot of imagination and time to write something which people will appreciate..so this one is for all of you , the 99 special people i have and to anyone who come son this blog for the first time...blogging is all about making friends and connecting...

The Art Of Married Conversations

2010-03-20T15:03:00.006+05:30

The art of married conversations is like a skill, which man and woman master with every passing phone bill and visit of relatives.

He: I called your parents today from office..had some time in between my sutta break so made a call to Ma

Me: Oh did you thank her for the Kurta she sent for you ?

He: Yes baby and also said that you looked very pretty in the blue suit she sent for you

Me: awww does baby wana have some chicken Lasagna and pound cake for dinner tonight ??

Verdict : one call earns a man one exotic dinner and dessert(yes you can use your imagination for the dessert)

Visits from both sets of parents is mandatory in married life, there are lot of benefits, of course it varied on WHO'S parents are coming.

Me: I have asked ma baba to come to Pune in June, Since Jamshedpur will be every hot during summers.

He: ok

Me: I told them just to get the one way tickets,return tickets we can do from here ?

He :ok

Me: It will be fun na..they will see our new home..wow i am so excited

He : Yaa

Me: Whats wrong with you ya, you are not saying anything ??aami shudo kotha bolbo ki (In Bengali: Am I the only one who will talk?)

He: Ya baby..it will be fun

Verdict : some conversations naturally leave men dumbfound and nothing can be done to change it.

Of course the pattern of conversation varies when his parents are visiting

He : Did you speak to Ma today?

me : which one??jamshedpur??

He : No no Mumbai..

Me: Oh naii was pretty busy at office so could not call them, had spoken two days back.

He: They are coming next sunday.

Me: Oh

Me: But we were planning to got to Lavasa next weekend

He : Yaa..it will be fun,they will also come

Me : yaa

Verdict : Always place yourself in the spouse's shoes when you show your excitement about a parents visiting

Visits to relatives places are of equal importance, since your clothes shall portray more about you than what you actually are

Me : Baby one of my far off cousins is in Pune for some work, so i was thinking of meeting her for Lunch.

He : oh..when?

Me : Sunday afternoon

He : which cousin?

Me : my cousin, her husband and their baby, so we will need to first stop at the mall, pick up some gifts for the baby and then go.

He : Oh..i remember they had come for our wedding

me: Goddd ya..no baby they hadnt ..that was Tutul Di who stays in Calcutta..this is Piu didi..offf ki korbo ei lok ta niye(In Bengali : what do i do with this man )

So sunday noon as we drive down to the mall

He: Where do you want to go, which shop ?

Me : i dunno ya..you suggest na..i am the one who is always suggesting .

He : ohh oki then how about Shoppers Stop? they have a nice kids section

me : ey nahii this is the first time we are giving something to the baby , should be something like Benetton or Lacoste

He: hmmmm

As we finish our buying and head towards the hotel he asks " why did you suggest Barbecue Nation, its so far?

me : offf ya baby, its a nice place and posh..no chindi crowd ..areee why you wearing this shirt??

He : I thought you will like it..you got me this Tommy

Me: ohoo it looks like you are flashing brands, achha roll the sleeves , tat way the Hilfiger brand wont show

So finally after the lunch and the "come over to Muscat" and " next time stay at our place " we were driving back home

Me : Rishi Da was nice na?

he : ya

Me : Piu didi too is so adorable ?

he : Ya

me : And oh the baby actually came to you..i am so proud of you?

He : ya

Me: Thank youuu baby..how about some fried prawns and Vodka in the evening ?? You must be tired since we are out since 10 in the morning??

And as he drives, i place my hand on his left leg and see that tiny smile

Verdict : all is well that ends with a Vodka

Some tricks of the man i am married to !!

2010-03-03T10:36:00.006+05:30

I have had the absolute joy of sharing my life, my thoughts, my kitchen secrets, marriage secrets, secrets which no longer qualify as secrets, with a lot of you and believe me when i read your comments nothing can bring me more happiness(except maybe a hot chicken croissant and coffee)

so i was thinking, why not share the other side of my life, you know the part where i cry and sulk, the part where i bang the fridge door and dont care about my calorie intake at all. Yes the dirty part where G becomes a nightmare to deal with.

Over time this blog has been like a diary where i love writing down everything about us, our little world, our beautiful home, my 4 door wardrobe, the porcelain bathroom tiles and the soft persian rug in the living room.

Hold on, did i just say beautiful home?? on an average i spend 20 minutes EVERYDAY tidying up the kitchen counter after dinner. Dinner is usually cooked with a 6 foot man hovering behind me , looking for an opportunity to eat the scrambled eggs from the pan, just one second to pick up 3 paneer cubes as i fry them and keep them aside for the Palak Paneer. This man who makes it a point to leave the ice tray empty after his weekend use of ice cubes with the Jack Daniels. The man who makes it a point to keep the microwave on, after heating the tea(yes i make tea in the morning which he has after an hour). G never fails to surprise me with his innovative ways of storing food in the fridge, since sometimes i see the frying pan in the fridge shelves along with the small pressure cooker , in which i had cooked the daal.(its all done with the purpose of helping me, mind you)

Talking of my second love, my wardrobe, which had been a subject of conflict ever since it was gifted for our anniversary. The six foot man i am married to thinks i should give him some place for his ties, socks and mufflers in my cupboard. Not to forget, its understood if i have 4 doors and he has only 3, the extra one is the reason for conflict. So amid my scarves and stoles, there are glimpses of blue silk ties and white mufflers. Off course, since i have a separate place for my bags, his Louis Vuitton also goes there.

G and i share a lot of things, guess thats how we spend so much time with eachother without ever needing a third person. we like the same kind of food and the same bathroom, yes since we have the special porcelain tiles in the master bedroom , the 6 foot man makes it a point to keep his shaving foam,the razor, the funny looking gadget called trimmer, along with his Brut and after shave bottles, right next to my chocolate souffle body lotion. Some men i tell you are just not satisfied with their place in the wife's life, they want a share of the basin counter too. Of course no body appreciates, i agreed on a dark brown shower curtain, so he does not have to suffocate in the shower area seeing a bright pink shower curtain( and then people say, no sacrifice goes un noticed)

And oh the beautiful Persian rug in the living room , the same on which i do my early morning Yoga watching TV, has stains on the edges, because somebody i am married to, forgets there is a rug on the floor and walks all over it as he volunteers to open the door as we return from our weekend shopping. Why only this one, the pink rug in the bedroom with the satin cushions are usually found scattered around the room , in the morning as the man fumbles to the loo at night.

So, since most of you have been thinking how blessed i am and what a wonderful angel i have to spend my life with, i think its my moral obligation to give you a glimpse of the devils horn, behind that innocent face that has left a mark on my left ventricle for a lifetime.

Pink Loofah and Gillette Shaving Foam, happily together

2010-02-22T12:09:00.003+05:30

I started asking you for suggestions as i wore my sandals to work

you asked me if your brown belt is going with your shirt

i looked at you while you sleep and feel my left ventricle throbbing

you ran your fingers through my hair and smiled, as i pretend to be sleeping

You work on your laptop and i try my best to not hug you and kiss you as you stare with all your attention on your embedded system details

and you patiently help me choosing the right flowers to go with the drawing room curtains

you started liking sweets after dinner since i had a hereditary weakness for sweets

i enjoyed breezer with pink lemonade and suggested Two tequila shots to celebrate our second anniversary

you really quit giving attention to the PS2

I have cut down my sunday noon pedicures to snuggle in the sofa and watch TV with you

i started sleeping with the curtains drawn cuz you hate the sunlight seeping in from the windows in the morning

The fear of darkness suddenly vanished as your arms came around me as i snuggled in the bed

you took me out to drive your car with all your patience (and prayers)

i keep my patience as the kitchen turns into a battle ground when you decide to make the sunday breakfast

the bathroom windows are always to be kept opened, something you never remember

and sometimes very conveniently i forget to tell you i used your credit card during sale season

i have tried to make place for your shaving foam on the basin counter

and you never complain on using a bathroom with Lace curtains and pink loofahs

Chocolate souffle was always a dessert.till you saw my new moisturising lotion

Black belts were always worn on my dresses,till you spoke about your six sigma thingy

Peach was always a fruit till you heard me saying "i bought a peach coloured saree"

and i realised my patience has been growing ever since i watch the 3 day test match series with you

i glow when someone refers to me as "Mrs Mukherjee"

and i can see your non-existent blush when people say" you guys are so made for each other"

I guess that's all "knocking my breath away " means !!

This ones for you guys!!!

2010-02-18T15:33:00.008+05:30

I have been a little loaded with work,which explains my absence from blogs and FB and Orkut, but lemme tell you guys that i genuinely miss reading your words, genuinely am scared of loosing touch with you all...so this post is for everyone everyone, who has made me write this post by their little words :)

Thanks and i will be back soon...

When i think of a sweet and fresh smile, i think of Nil

when i think of someone who will make me laugh with his life as it is, i think of ramit

when i think of a benetton model who is 15 years old its dishari

when i think of naming my daughter(when i have one) i think of a beautiful name like shimkee

when i think of a nice super friendly "firangi" i think of Cathy

when i think of nobel behaviour and royalty its the queen

when i think of simple honest writing its thousif

when i see funny pictures i think of madhu

And oh Mansi i get confused with your blog cuz i have another friend called manasi, but then who else has the display pic of green smileys on Fb,other than you

an honest and witty comment will be from Rishi(i removed my music thingy for you)

muuuuaahhahahaha..Sorci

Rohit, you can still think of getting the tattoo done

Maria your roving eye always brings a smile on my face

and Dev, i like you more coz you were among my first 10 followers

Another warm and lovely gori(foreigner) is Rachael

Little girls with beautiful knack for real poetry, sunakshi Shree Ayuu and Aditi

A young boy with his thoughts so ignited on issues, Sid

New people in my blog with such heartfelt comments Dreamygal,scarlet ,duality,smrithi rao

Cinnamon Sunshine,even though she aint here, i love your words on fashion and the "hello my muffins"

And when i think of Macdonalds it reminds me of Bhanupriya with her display pic :)

Mads and manjari your comments toh are full phataka ones!!

And of all the merchants i ahve heard of, from Venice to Vietnam,the Huda merchant keeps amkign me wonder what a name ?? o wata name :)

Asif, you actually take the time to write em exactly what you feel when you read my posts

And oh my FB buddy Suruchi, you know your pyjama ka nada story still makes me smile

Raj,dint i tell you stay away from em cus you sound super alluring with your werewolf stories !

Funkyrave Freelancer and Shreya from the Captain of the Titanic, being aprt of the writers longe and following me, it makes me feel super special

Vinay your blog needs to be updated regularly,cuz you write so well

My favourite married woman Mnasi Seth, what do i say ..muaahh

And oh did i tell you, evrytime i think of people moving from one city to another there is Mohit on my mind

SG, i am still to figure out your name...and yes pesto suace, you are still not letting me know your name :(

Also J i wish you tonnes of luck and a warm hug for everything(esp the display pic with on the rocks)

Deepti i dunno where you get your awesoem shades from, but i do miss your frequency!!

Ki??? what happened :(

Dido"iiii wannaa thaaankk you" so much like the song

Dewdrops i hope you realise our comments are like conversations between people

And these days my life extends beyond blogs to mails with Jack uncle :)

Suprabhat Mukherjee...you complete me !!! i love you

Thank you each and everyone of you for getting me to my blog where the number of hits dont matter,the number of followers dont count, but this feeling of knowing so many wonderful people is precious!!

:) thanks guys

For Pune, My home

2010-02-15T11:11:00.004+05:30

Scene 1

Its sunday evening at 4PM. G and i frequently visit a grocery shop called Dorabjees, which is in Camp, around 5 KM's from Koregaon Park. Most of the days our drive is stressful because its so darn crowded and jammed. But this sunday on the 14th, it was empty, nearly barren. We drove pretty fast and reached in 15 minutes as compared to the regular 30 minutes . But how i wished the roads were crowded like before. As G drove silently, i kept telling him"baby i don't like seeing the streets so empty..it makes em sad. i wish when we return its crowded with people and cars and pedestrians and cyclists"

Its 6:30PM we walk out of Dorabjees to cross the road and go to the big mall across. There is a M&S outlet there which is my favorite. And crossing the road between Dorabjees and the mall is always a pain cus the traffic never seems to stop.silently i prayed..let it be the same as always

As G and i walkd out, i smiled, there were people all around, mommies holding their babies and walking out, foreigners crossing the busy MG road...this is my Pune

Scene 2

As G and i drove back from our brave shopping experience we continued with our usual chat. Though G was a little pre-occupied with the bill at M&S i wanted to make him feel happy,so i continued my chatter on how i am a loyal M&S fan and all my stuff is from M&S and it should not really bother him so much.

As i looked out of the car, we were next to a tourist Innova at teh traffic signal. And i two mailing faces looking out of the window with cameras in hands, Two foreigners with the windows rolled down, taking in all the smoke and pollution Pune has to offer and looking out for pictures. And you know what struck me, they were smiling...this is my pune

Scene 3

Next Saturday the 20th of Fberuary there is a big event at my office. The venue had been booked last week, at The O Hotel. The O Hotel is a 5 star hotel located next to the German Bakery.

As some of my colleagues questioned the decision again of sticking to the same venue, i looked at them and said"so what"

This is my Pune , and nothing can break its spirit.

As a student, the German Bakery was one of our favorite hangouts because of the great food, reasonable prices and the feeling it generated. Not one of the swank AC joints but a very cosy joint with tall wooden benches and tables, pictures of Rajnish(Osho) all around, pictures of Nepalese Gods and Godesses, notices of flats available for rent and of course one where you could bring in your pets and sit.

G and I have been frequent visitors of the place since we had a soft corner for their mushroom omlettes and masala chai. The benches where my friends and i have shAred so much of laughter and the gully(lane) next to it where G and i have made 5 rounds to get a decent parking space.

I am not afraid and i will not give in to fear..

We've Only Just Begun..11/2/10

2010-02-09T12:23:00.007+05:30

As G and I get excited(he pretends to be calm though i know how happy he is too) about our second marriage anniversary plans, it would be incomplete for me if i dint share a part of my joy with you guys. Everyone waits for that special someone to walk into their lives. That one person who would be her world,her life and everything she had ever wanted or dreamt of. That one person whom you will ask "where were you all this while" but believe me, they are wrapped and carefully kept aside for your somewhere and one day as you breathe,he/she will come before you and knock your breathe away.No wonder i say the moment you fall in love all your saved-up wishes start coming out..So just a glimpse of our marriage,and i say its only just begun..

G this one's for you baby,

For bringing meaning to the words "i love you"

Being a part of my existence and being known as your wife

The man i know i can annoy all my life

The comfort of knowing you are there...just there for me

the everyday afternoon 10 second call asking if i had my lunch

the habit of texting you to let you know i am on my way back home

Getting that quick reply"will leave shortly baby"

saving all your texts in my inbox, even though i do not read them that often

every mail sent by you,be it about ticket reservations or a fight,saved in my inbox

insisting i enjoy cooking for you, even as you worry about me getting tired

praying secretly to God to bless us with some babydust as we grow two years into our marriage

Thanking God for giving me much more than i had ever asked for

The everyday ritual of waking you up with the morning tea and your favourite crackers as you crib about how your eyes hurt,or stomach hurts or its simply too cold

Realising that i dont need to always talk to make my presence felt

Realising how soon your parents became ours and you started calling mine twice a week without me reminding you to do so

Sharing your dreams and making you believe that there is nothing more important than living your dreams

As i live mine i want you to dream more, wish for the sky and i will be right next to you

We have been angry with Him when he was unfair with us, and the next minute i thanked him for keeping you by my side,as we hugged each other and cried

For keeping your hands on mine as a tear rolled down my cheek watching a movie(and then not making it public)

For your IMMENSE patience, which is challenged every time we go out shopping

The tight hug after we fought

For reminding me of you and your ways on every new song i listen to and making me smile even when you are not around

For telling everyone "i always hold Sulagna's hand, if i dont she shops"

For your default smile and head tilt when i take out the camera for a picture

For letting me be myself and making me a better person with your love and patience..

Two years now and everyday just gets more treasured as we celebrate our marriage and all i can say is baby "we've only just begun"

I love you G

Proud To Be An Indian

2010-02-08T11:09:00.004+05:30

I leave you with this

Please spare this from any business dynamics

Kid ,Friends and drunk conversations

2010-02-02T12:43:00.004+05:30

Its been sometime that i have blogged or written anything nice..surprisingly i am realising this blog is turning out more like a DINK's blog(double income no kid) not that i mind , considering i have so many important things to do every morning but the browser opens to my blog..FIRST THING IN OFFICE.

Some very interesting observations i have had over the last few days

Scene 1

G and i are watching TV on a Friday night and my cell goes off with a reminder,my best friends marriage anniversary. So i called her up and began my cheery wishes,wishing the couple loads of love money and good food. As i talk to her, i look at G and ask him to wish her too. And he nods his head saying "no no you speak"

Once the call is over i confront him and he says, baby i am 2 pegs down and drunk ,so dint wish them.

Scene 2

Saturday evening, we had plans of going to Dorabjees , which has the worlds best chicken salami and smoked pork. So i am in my room getting dressed as i hear the bar door open and the clink of glasses. I walk out to see him reclining on the sofa with his glass of whiskey and i say "baby we have to go to Dorabjees..why are you drinking now" and he looks up and shrugs his shoulder saying" i am only on my second peg baby, i can drive well.

Scene 1

Ma has a habit of calling me at work so there are times i have to make the conversation very short and promise to call her back. So one of the weekdays she calls me in office as i am typing some important mail and she asks "busy ki?"(are you busy?) and i tell her that i am a little caught up but will call her later.i do this almost thrice a week but nothing stops her from calling me at work :). So on reaching home i call her and she says" subhashish's wife is having a baby" and to such comments i genuinely feel happy for the other person,even though babies are a little low on my priority list now. Ma " I dont know what was the hurry, she had just started working in a call centre..ya but call centres are not too good for women..she is not too highly educated either, so good she is having a baby" (i know this was a very prejudiced statement, but people born 25 years before me have the right to stick to such statements:GENERATION GAP)

Scene 2

Sunday mornings when ma baba call,i make myself comfortable on the couch and speak my heart out cus i know this is one conversation which will be discussed,encrypted,spoken in the kitty party,discussed before sleeping the whole week for them. So i go on to tell her how G cooked dinner last night and how i am careful about wearing a shawl while travelling in winter. As baba reminds me of my PPF and LIC payments due in some time,Ma snatches the phone and says "mishtu when are you planning to have a baby? job and all is good, house is set, we have such a nice son-in-law but you must not delay. Work and proffesion can wait"

Its surprising or rather an understatement when we say"people are so unpredictable"

and you know what..i am used to this now..for our second marriage anniversary i am planning on a bottle of Jack Daniels for him and for my mom..well mothers can never be content with their children's life??can they..there is always the run for the MBA degree,the branded job,the perfect jamai(son-in-law) the poshest house,the longest car,the most well mannered grandchildren..see what i mean by "mothers can never be content"

And inspite of all this I love her the most and thank her for everything i have achieved,except the well-mannered grandchildren

When i sulk and sulk and sulk and weep

2010-01-27T12:21:00.005+05:30

So talking of my trouble ..remember i said in my previous post ath there was slight trouble in paradise..and at such times i realise

the diamond studded ring has no glitter till he does not hold my hands as we walk

the roads get scarier as i try crossing them alone as he chooses to walk a foot back when angry

the malls look so tempting but my ego sets in betweeen and i cant ask him to buy me the red sequined cushions

an advantage of running away with his credit card and shopping, texting him to let him know this, and not getting a reply,on staying in limits

allright,i do wait to get that reply text which says "spend carefully baby"

walking out of the house in the morning, the cold cold morning, without a hug

reaching office, checking my cell million times and still no text from him saying" have a nice day baby"

talking to both sets of parents over the phone,pretending to be all normal and cheerful, behaving mature

driving silently in the car as he drives ,without paying attention to my fake act of a head ache

watching TV sitting on either ends of the couch,not really bothered about whats showing on TV but realising how incomplete the experience is

checking your credit card balance and then sending the biggets bouquet of red roses and a note hand-delivered to his office,expecting a peace out text saying "i love you baby"

in reply getting "thanks for the flowers, they are lovely"...no no no this is a formal text not the usual types

getting inside the blanket and waiting for his arm to come around me at night

opening your eyes in the middle of the sleep,still waiting for that arm to come around me

early morning silent tea over the newspaper, and a quiter breakfast

Staying out with the girl gang and shopping to stay away from his anger, and all the while check my phone if he has called on textd

Running back home and hugging him, crying and saying "i am sorry baby" and feel his moustache rubbing against your skin after 6 days :) :) :)

Aghhhhhhh i hate fights!!!

Exotic bachelor parties and hickies..all in the ladies loo

2010-01-22T10:46:00.004+05:30

I have been away form my blog for a long while, and what has prompted me faster to return is not just that my event went off well(for which i was in mumbai for 20hours) but also all you guys who have sent me mails and written on my face book wall..thank you so much..everyone...

i have been kind of at a loss of ideas on what to write since

1.i was too caught up with work,therefore not having time to visit your blogs

2. a little troubled had creeped into my paradise,but the damage has been controlled

3. i dint get much time at home so i could not do my marital musings

4.telecom and braodband were of more importance in my life for a week than my usual wassup and howdies

Our event was at one of Mumbai's most posh 5 star properties,near the airport. so since we were the organizers,i had to be at the hotel when the marbles were being wiped and fresh flowers were being placed in vases. i was in a saree which meant making sure my drapes are in place every one hour,since i dont wear a saaree frequently but would love to.

Scene 1

I stood in front of the mirror trying to decide if i should pleate the edge of my saree or let it fall over my shoulder. I saw two very well dressed women..well dressed here refers specially to beautifully manicured feet and a gucci bag(this si enough to make some one well dressed)

lady 1: did you hear about jennifer? she is in London again

lady2: what?? why??/ i thought things were fine with her husband now..

lady1: things are not fine dear,she iss till not wearing the wedding rign he had given her,she has some other ring on that finger..i noticed

lady 2:ohhh i pity Rohit..he has to go through so much for ehr

lady1 : it is completely jennifers fault,why does she always ahve to tag with him..Rohit had gone for sandy's bachelor party and apprently,jennifer went at 3 on the pretext of picking him up since he would be drunk..poor rohit,everyone was laughing behind his back

lady2: ohh these bachelor parties..i dont know why do they ahve to make it so exotice..

lady 1: abhisheks was awesome,i heard he had some Mongolian contortonist artists there

lady 2: ohh my gawdd..they cpme with feathers and all attached to their dress

By now i had forgotten what was i doing and listening too intently to their conversation. However when they both went inside the loo i smiled and walked off

Scene 2:

two young girls, probably college student walk inside the loo when i was trying to pin my saree.

Girl 1: shit maaan!! its so warm inside but i have to wear this damn scarf

girl2: nikal le na(take it off)

girl1:nooo i cant ...i got a hicki (giggles)

girl2: nooo way...show meeee

girl1: last night when he dropped me back home ,tab hua (giggles again)

girl2: dint your mom see?

girl1:noo ya i was wearing a salwaar kameez today at home and then when i was stepping out i wore the scarf

girl2:aree i heard if you ruba crocin there for sometime the mark goes

girl1: nooo but i want it ya...tomorrow in college i am not wearing any scarf for sure..anyways everyone knows Vicki and i are seeing eachother

Girl2: acah a gimme the new lip shade you brought last week..need to try

as they started egttign busyw ith their make -up i moved out

there are two more scenes i need to tell you..but later..i hate long posts..

It easy to say I love you because...

2010-01-11T17:43:00.006+05:30

i set the alarm at 6:30 and you pull me in till 7

i run helter skelter to get ready for office,while you look at me and say"baby is looking beautiful"

i lock the house but always need to check if you have the spare set of keys

while you start messaging me while in office"come home soon baby,i will leave in a while"

i reach office and start off with work when my cell rings and a message flashes"have a nice day baby" and my replies are "drive safely and eat on time baby"

i fret over what to pack for your lunch while you savour the filthy vada pao in the evening

you keep telling me "baby i am trying to gain weight"

but i see you sticking to two slices of pizza while i am on the garlic bread,after 3 slices of the pizza

you wear a blue shirt with jeans but change it immediately to a white one the moment i say"why did you wear this shirt ya?"

as i adjust my short kurti you walk past saying"oh you wearing your old clothes"

and needless to say i change into something which does not fall in your category of "old clothes"

i leave from office and immidiately text you"come home baby,i am home"

and you know m not,but reply saying"on my way baby"

a bed full of pillows and blankets but you are the warmest i get to hug

a weekend of eating out and you say"i dont want to eat out ,please cook something for me"

a room full of books and a chest full of CD's,but you wait for me to talk when we are home

and i do talk ,knowing i would just have a good audience which listens a lot and speaks just a little

i get you cards and write you notes on the wall and bathroom mirror

and you give me that funny smile with a look that says"sorry i dont this for you but i love it when you do this for me"

i complain that "your hair oil is stinking and so are you"

but there is nothing as amazing as snuggling in your neck

you make it a point to look at me everyday for 4 seconds as we go down the lift together,it makes my day perfect

when my stomach hurts and my head aches,i thank God it is not a heart ache

and i demand an immediate cure, you

I pretend to be afraid of crossing the roads,and wait for your hand to slip into mine

you snore a little when you sleep and never did i know i would find someone snoring cute

i try to sleep but keep my eyes open for another few seconds to see you doze off at night...

I thank god for not having to worry anymore about the suitcase weight and boarding pass

even though i get chills when i remind you if you took the tickets,and i see you shooting upstairs to pull out the tickets from my cupboard

i look at some hot chic with in a resturaunt while you say"what kind of clothes is she wearing"

i pretend to laugh at your old ideas but glad that you dont oogle at women

your idea of a perfect holiday is beer prawns sea beach and beer and prawns

while i first check "places to shop"

and the best part is i suggest which prawns you should have and you help me decide between the black and the pink purse.

you are like the prayer that i had sent to God so long back and it got answered suddenly,making "us" the most beautiful serendipity could ever be

Thank you for being what you are to me..

i laugh,i live and i love you

a husband, his wife and her blog

2010-01-06T19:28:00.004+05:30

My Gmail inbox alerted me today afternoon of a comment from suprabhat mukherjee pink n black Mumbai May17 2009

i hurried and went to the blog to read what my husband had to say..it surprised me that he would comment on this one,since he had been absent from the kabir anushua love story from the first part itself.Knowing him,he would have been too busy in his lab at Wipro trying to find some new sexy new advance technology for an Audi or a Ford.

So i rushed to see what he to say

Suprabhat Mukherjee Said ....Whoa! The inevitable...what people have been waiting for...has happened! Not come accross any writer yet who would have given it a different end/begining of the end. Don't intend to either. As my fav actress Ms Dhupia says-sex sells. Yes, Yes, Yes.... I want more! Of biting and stuff.

Now when your husband writes like this it means

1.he dint like the direction of the story

2.he is trying to say "baby why did it have to be so predictable"

3.You should maintain your difference and individuality,instaed of writing about sex,bra and condoms

4.In Short,please dont write like this again

I completely got where he was coming from,somehow i dint want to accept it. So

Sulagna Chatterjee said... This is Mrs Sulagna Mukherjee replying to Mr Suprabhat Mukherjee : Baby i dint over do it ..did I?? Just a tiny glimpse of sex(err....love)TH
the last para strikes a bell..Now?? ha??

At this point of time i was pretty sure that my reply would ensure no further comments and all i would get is perhaps a smiley as a reply. I was in for a shocker though

Supbrabhat Mukherjee said....Absolutely not! I think it was very subtely put. Only that it becomes remarkably unsurprising. No one is compaining though!

Oh yes, you bet. Noticed all t's and i's. Strikes a lot of bells :)

Slam Dunk! Checkmate!!

I dint expect a reply at all but he did..usually we women know(think) we are wittier than our men so take it fro granted that in a word fight they WILL keep queit..apparently my husband has stilla lot things to take me by surprise.

And oh the worst part was that i dint understand what "noticing I's and T's is " i knew about minding your P's and Q's

Izzat ki dhaaji happened.

So now the wife in me takes the new "meaow..i am just a little cat who fails to understand the ways of the world" and replied in vernacular(so you guys wont know)

Sulagna Chatterje said....T's and I's??? ki bolcho baby?? bujhte paarlaam na :(

*the dumb look on my face*

So after patiently waiting,refreshing my page for 15 minutes and seeing no reply i called

the innocent wife: babyyyy what T's and I's you wrote..i dint get it

the wise husband: oh nothing baby..just a phrase..i saw all the details

the dumb wife: oh you mean the Ps and Q's?

The wise Husband: No baby the T's and I's is said when you refer to someones writing,like the way someone makes it a point to strike across the T's and put the dots on the I's

the super dumb wife:oohhh bujhlaam(understood)

The innocent wife: baby you dint like the post?

the wise husband: No baby,i liked it..its just that you dont need to write sleazy stuff to get more comments and earn fans

The wife with punctured -ego : nooooo not for that..i wanted them to end that way..you know make love

The wise husband: baby wriitng such stuff about sex,condoms and bra and all that is not doing justice to your writing ability

The wife with punctured-ego: yeahh..i know ,i felt a little wierd too writing that paragraph

The wise husband: Keep your style of writign different from others,i have been reading blogs of one book hit authors who write only about fuck,sex,drugs and crap...you dont have to

the quite wife:hmmmm

the wise husband: anyways...it was nice and yeah i did notice the details..why did you write my birthdate...

The (now)happy wife: hehehe...the date and activities collided with ours ..thaz why

the patient husband:*smiles on the phone*

The happy wife:okie baby..you carry on...love you..have your lunch on time

The patient husband: love you too baby..byee

End of conversation....

Mumbai May 17th 2009

2010-01-05T15:18:00.004+05:30

Anushua took a few seconds to figure out what was happening. Kabir stood outside her door with the most awkward smile he could muster and she stood wearing the most shabby pyjama she had.

he: hey hi

she:ohhh hiii...damnn you surprised me

he:*smiles* and you damn me for it

she:oh naye naye i just..you know..umm..come in

he:i was thinking ,if we could go our for a drive, i am yet to smoke ,remeber i told you this two hours back

she: *smiles* cool..come and sit, i will be ready in a while

Kabir walked into dimly lit room,.with a bright orange and yellow cloth lampshade, a bed with the worlds most colorful bedsheet he had ever seen (its so feminine) thats what he said, as he decided to sit either on the bed or the pink bean bag..he chose the later. He looked around the room,neatly kept with a small stack of books on a bamboo shelf,pink and blue net curtains,a footrug at the bedfront saying "wake up sunshine: in yellow and red. Not far away was Waio,which was playing some kind of piano music(so unlike her) he thought. a tiny TV on a wooden trunk sat in one corner,switched off and covered with white lace. Adjoining the drawing room was the kitchen,which he could make out from the beaded purple curtains also housed her cupboard,painted in white and with lots of graphiti on it. He glued his eyes to the Red Bull fridge in the kitchen with the glass door and blue neon lights inside,which glowed as she bent and opened it to take out soemthing..a can of coke. Adjoining the kitchen was the door to the loo perhaps which eh heard slam open and close as she ran in to change.

Anushua was having trouble inside,her heart was beating too loud and her smile was giving away all the excitement which she dint want to flaunt to Kabir the first time itself. She picked up the mid rib jeans(no low waist with this guy at least) and a decent black top,with a decent neckline.she looked at herself in the mirror and said "decent" dabbed a little lip gloss(umm the mango one would smell nice) a little kajal and brushed her hair. Sprayed some davidoff on her top and also the hair.

She took a can of coke and walked out of the kitchen to where he was sitting(mentally made a note to pull his leg on the pink bean bag) and took the house keys

he:ready? so fast

she: i took 13 minutes exactly, and you say thats fast..must say your patience level impresses me

he:reaally?i thought i am the one who has little patience considering i called you..

she:*smiles* chalo lets go

As they walked down the stairs to the parking,she kept saying to herself *this is too good to be true this is too good to be true*

He thought *hmmm where do i drive her now? i have to stop at teh ATM,was there an HDFC ATM on the way here*?

she: so where are we going?

he:ummm..actually to an ATM..*fuck absolutely the wrng thing to say to a girl*

she:ohhkkk ..there is no HDFC ATM here

he:There is one next to my building (smiles)

she: we are going to Vashi (smiles)

As she sat in the car she smiled*i am in the aquafina guys car..omg this is crazy*

As the dawn set in,the car drove down the empty roads of new mumbai,and the Dure Straits sang "Romeo and Juliet"

she: uhh which song is this

he: you got to be kidding em??you dont know this one

she:nayeee so what..do you know The Corrs or Shania Twain or..

He: yeah i have heard of some, by the way if you have not heard the Dire Straits then great is hall educate you on music.

She:hmmm..i will educate you on...on..we'll see

As he parked his car in front of the ATM she looked at herself in the mirror,her kajal had not smudged yet,she took out the gloss and dabbed it quickly before he saw her doin it.

He came out of the ATM and she peeped at him,between the strands of her hair*ohh shit his smile is soo cute*

He: hey you wanna go out for coffee?? there is this tapri( a road side tea shop in Mumbai is called Tapri) which opens at 7 ,another 2 hours ..till then we can..umm...you can come home if you are ok

Now this was a super tricky question sayinga yes would mean "easily available" saying a no would eman waiting another weak for this opportunity on next weekend

she:sure..chalo *smiles and crosses her fingers*

As she got inside the lift with Kabir next to her,the closeness struck her with such an enormity that she wanted to run out and go home to her cup of maggi. But here was a bigger force pulling her, she was scared,she knew where this was heading,it looked familiar. The last time she was in love,she was too busy hearing the sound o her heart breaking to know which month of the year it was. She dint want it to happen this time and anywyas Kabir was too good to eb true..there had to be a star amrk somewhere with tiny footnote saying"engaged,gay,just friends"

he: my house aint as clean as yours okie..so dont kind*damn what a lame thing to tell a girl*

As she walked in the house teh first thing she saw was

A hugeeee TV on a three legged table(oiginaly meant to have 4 legs)

a huge shoe stand

a mirror

a bamboo stool

a photo frame

As kabir ran around the house, he switched on the AC in the other room*her alarm bells rang once* her eyes darted towards the bedroom,which had one floor bed,with a clean bedsheet and two pillows...they were maroon*hehehe maroon bedsheets in the AVP's bed*

As she sat on the bed on the floor,with her back resting on the wall,he sat opposite on the bamboo stool with his legs stretched out*clean feet* she thought

He: so dont you miss your parents

As she went on telling him about her house,her parents,her wish of having a black Labrador,her friends and how she was a president level guide and knew how to knot in 12 different styles, he was mazed by her. He could not fathom which was the girl he liked this scatter brain who kept talking and ensured his smile stayed on his face,or the girl who kept her eyes on him and eyes him as though she would devour him(he liked the sound of the latter though)

And she stopped talking, as he bent down and held her face in his palm and kissed her gently. She closed her eyes and without letting her mind stop her she felt his lips on hers. As his hand gripped hers tightly she felt his fingers running through her hair. He was taken aback by the subtle and wild outburst of emotions he had but all that he felt was her bitting on his lips..she stumbled and lied on the bed as he felt her shaking body under him.

How Aquafina Guy spoke to the Bong Chic

2009-12-27T13:55:00.004+05:30

if you are visiting my blog for the first time ,please read aquafina guy first,bong chic second,and then this part to enjoy"

Anushua was sitting in front of the tv at home,watching something about Paris Hiltons latest video on CNN..she wondered how could such stuff be even publicised when its so clearly a manipulated video of some look alike porn star(no she dint mean that paris is a porn star)

"come my lady come come my lady,you're my butterfly sugah baby" her phone rang and she looked whos calling at 9 in the morning..the name flashed "aquafina guy" she looked at the mobile for half a second if it was true..aquafina guy was calling on her number..she had got his cell number from the intranet but how did he..hers was not listed yet..and suddenly it stopped ringing..missed call?

she went to her call register and checked if it was,what it was..and yes it was his number in her log of calls..aquafina guy.9820391787!!!!

how??and why only a missed call??

she pinched herself,to see if it was real..how the fuck did he get her number??which means he was equally interested now:) :)

she waited for the phone to ring again..it did ,but it was her mom checking if she had got back home and if she was sleeping..her first job being a mortgage officer in the US market,meant night shifts,which she hated,till the day she saw him..and since then office was the best part and the canteen was even more important.

as she thought of all this she dozed off with the TV on and when she woke it was 3 in the noon.she checked her phone for the nth time to check if kabir had called..he hadnt..somehow,refering to him as kabir sounded funny..he was laways refered to as the aquafina guy ,but now since he had made a move,he should be known by his name.Somehow she found all these north indian names very cliched,rahul,kabir,sanjay neha,puja should be banned, and parents should be sued for lack of creativity if they name their children by the above.

It was 6 in the evening and by now she was getting impatient,should she call,maybe he would think she is rude by not calling back,no but she should not,he had just given a missed call,it would look too desperate,ohh damn what if he was married so could not call back cuz his wife was around(anushua had considered this option too,because of which she had not made any move)

Damn it..all the nice men on this earth are taken,married or gay.

She finished her weekly grocery,making sure every 5 minutes her battery was on and had complete network..but no..no call or msg

as she put the eggs in the fridge,she stopped,took her phone and stood near the window.

she looked into the phone.."dialing aquafina guy"

it rang around 5 times before it was answered, "hello" and her heart skipped a beat.that precise moment she regreted making the call,for fear of loosing her speech.

he:helloooo

she: hi..uummm i got a missed call in the morning from this number

he:heyii hi..anushua,its me kabir

she:kabir..??(damn i am sure he could hear her ckeeks stretch even as she pretended to play innocent)

he: kabir from office.

she:ohh kabeerrr..the aquafina guy

he:"aquafina guy" nice point of reference

she:yeah..actually i was not so sure of your name..there are two kabir's listed in the intranet,one was kapoor and one was agnihotri, so i wasnt sure which one was you.

he:oh so you had my name,you looked it up in the intranet?

she :(fucckkk) ummm yeah

he:i see..ummm can we talk or you busy

she:(tricky question,needs to be handled with finesse) ohh nahe nahee i just finished cookung ,i can talk

he:you stay alone?

she:yeah..i stay in Vashi ,my parents stay in jamshedpur..where do you stay?

and they spoke for a long time on the phone..long long time,while she ate her maggi,he drove to the ATM withdrew cash packed dinner,she did her dishes while he was on the handsfree,he drove back home and she spoke to him as he opened the lock to his house.She made her bed got inside the blanket,put the phone on charge ,while he kept telling her how sad the noodles was he was eating..and suddenly

he: hey its 3 in the morning..you must be sleepy?i am sorry i kept you up so late

she:its okie,i am glad we finally spoke,beyond the looks we have exchanged, m not sleepy either.

he:i think i will go for a drive to pick up a smoke..i am out of them

she:oh..ok sure

and they spoke as he drove along the empty mumbai streets at 3 in the morning,and she kept telling him how she missed pune..and this weekend she was sulking in mumbai cuz her roomies in pune had exams,so no partying.he was surprised to know she partied,dint look the types,while she exclaimed at knowing he likes listening to rock..he dint seem likes the types to head bang :)

he:heyii which floor do you stay on?

she:second..why?

he:nothing ya..how many roomies do you have?

she:i stay alone..i am pretty tough to put up with..explains why i am the only child..

he: oh..k

suddenly she heard the bell ring..

she:aree itni rata kaun aya?

he:were you expecting someone..be careful when you open the door.

she:ye ya

and she stopped talking as she opened the door,kabir stood outside in his black addidas tracks,a grey t-shirt and the cutest grin on the face,with his tiny canine showing on the left side.

The Bong Chic in Chetans team

2009-12-21T14:32:00.008+05:30

For anyone reading this first,please read "the Aquafina Guy" the one next to this post,so you can figure out :)

He walked into the cafeteria with his team member,discussing about the concall with the British client. As the other guy thre numbers at him,He glanced a quick look around the cafeteria floor. She was there.

Sitting on the right hand side corner most table she was in an orange shirt,sleeveless,with her wavy hair flickering over her face. He could not see anything beyond the table so he dint know what was she wearing today..while his colleague continued with the year to date data,his eyes locked on hers. And from the corner of his eyes he saw her bag and he tried his best to contain his smile..it was bright red with huge hearts and some very colourful prints.he had never seen so many colours on one person at a time.but he could not look away from those eyes.

damn,she had beautiful eyes

It was 4 in the morning and as always by 4,her kajal was always smudged and he could always make out the freshly applied lipgloss. She probably knew this and ensured he got a full glare before he walked up the podium to take his coffee from the machine. As he bent down to take the coffee cup he felt her gaze on him..he enjoyed it.

But he also enjoyed when she would walk across the cafeteria floor to get her coffee. She would walk right in front of him,look at him for a few seconds and then get her coffee. Her smile was as infectious and intoxicating as her eyes..she was like a mystery to him,constantly challenging him with those looks and the timid confrontations. He looked as her fingers played with the coffee cup,frequently running her fingers on her collar bone. She had amazing guts and always shocked him,when she would come and stand next to him,while he got his bottle of Aquafina. She would sometimes brush against his jacket as she took her food across the counter. He especially remembered an instance where he could smell the Davidoff on her..at that instant he had such a strong urge to look into her face and grab her...he had paid for the bottle of water and walked back.

it had been going on for a couple of months now,the looks,the gestures,the coincided timings for dinner and coffee breaks. Off late he had been getting some blank calls on his extension and in his mind knew(wanted) it was her. It would take someone lots of guts to call at his extention,but this girl dint lack any. Infact the first time he realsied he was being oogled at ,he was surprised it was a new comer.The girl was from the US Mortgage team ,just joined after her MBA. She was in Chetan's team.He had sourced out this information from the HR head,whom he had coaxed into having coffee,when she was around at the cafeteria. She had a strange name,he had not heard it before..anushua chatterjee..and she was a bong..her eyes were a give away anyway.

Th next day he searched her up on facebook and found two results to "anushua chatterjee" .the display picture,with the lavender shirt and big silver dial watch was hers..23 Female Mumbai Single..the last detail especially made him raise an eyebrow. He wondered at her status ,at the same time was smiling..interesting, this could proceed.

Over the past two weeks he had found out his extention number, email id but the company internet did not have her cellphone number listed yet.there was only one way to get that.

That morning at 6 as he walked down the stairs he saw her sitting on the bench,with her friends. She looked tired,her kajal was smudged but her smile...it had an innocense in it,he had'nt seen in a while. As he walked down,he saw her in her black courdroys and the orange shirt..hmmm orange..juicy..he smiled as he heard his thought in his mind . but his motives were different..

She walked across to the parking lot and went to speak to Shantanu,the HR guy, who was more than happy to speak to her. She finished speaking to him and turned to walk back,and at that instant looked at him again.

Getting that look,he knew he wanted to speak to her more than ever,so he walked over to Shantanu ,knowing this was the only way and planned on going to the nearby restraunt for early morning breakfast.Shantanu gladly agreed and they drove down to the restaurant.

While Shantanu drove,he kept wondering how to get anushua's number? and then suddenly he knew the way. He looked at Shantanu's cellphone on the dashboard of the car..picked it up and turned around to see the make of it..Nokia.."hey nice phone Shantanu"

As Shantanu turned and parked inside the hotel,he browsed through the phonebook..there was only one Anushua stored in it. he memorised it and while walking into the hotel he punched it on his cell phone.

While Shanatnu spoke about the new team in the Mortgage department, he pulled out his cellphone and gave a missed call to her number..Nelly Furtado sang "promiscuous girl" as he cut the call on the second ring..

And he waited..

The Aquafina Guy

2009-12-13T00:22:00.005+05:30

She straightened her hair,brushing away the strand flickering in front of her eyes. She walked in the cafeteria,behind the other members of the team,thinking about the conversation with boss.The jerk wanted her to work on saturday..damn!

She walked across to the food counter,the same food,the same canteen. She ordered her regular thaali and took the plate to sit at the table where the team sat. Over conversations of US economy and Twilight,she heard some , and spoke about some. She sipped on to her ice-tea and looked around.She was waiting...

And then she saw him,this was not the first time though,he always came in at the same time,walking in through the canteen door,talking over his phone or with some colleague or sometimes even alone.He took his plate of food and went over at the table on the other end.As he crossed his legs,put the cell phone across and bent down to take a spoonful of rice,his eyes gazed at her. For a few seconds they looked at each other,neither removing their gaze.She could sense her cheeks turning crimson and looked down. But hell no! she was not the types to be shy. She picked her plate and went to dump it into the used dish counter. She walked across,this time she looked at him again,he was looking at her. For the 12 seconds that took her to walk across the floor,her gaze remained on him,fixed, as he ate his food and kept looking at her.

She dint understand him at all..this had been going on for a month,everyday and every time they crossed paths in the office.She knew he would look at her with those eyes and then look down,not paying attention to her anymore. But for the few seconds that their gaze would meet,she could feel her heart beat faster,her ears dint take in anything around her if he was around,she did not know where this was heading.She would run her hands through her hair before entering the canteen,she would dab some lipgloss before dinnertime and walk a with a slightly animated sway. She looked forward to the lunch breaks now. she would step out early to see him leave from office as he drove out. She would walk in early,to stand on the terrace sipping coffee and waiting for him to come to work.

There were days that he dint turn up and those days were spent waiting for the office to get over,waiting for the next day so he would come to work.

She dint have any idea where this was heading,she dint know anything about him except

he had the most intoxicating eyes ever

she loved his shirts with stripped bodies and white collars

he was one of the few to wear cufflinks

he drove a sedan

he drank coffee everyday at 4

he was the AVP

and he had a tiny canine teeth which peeped every time he smiled

he drank water from an aquafina bottle he took from the canteen on all days

So what else could she need to realise she had to speak to him..there had to be a way. mailing would not be great since he was the AVP ,she could not call him cuz maybe he was married. perhaps time should sort it out..but those eyes ..

just when she was in the middle of this conversation with herslef,he walked in .It was 4 ,

coffee break

gifts and marriages: inveresly proportional

2009-12-08T15:39:00.003+05:30

So did i tell you we have bought our new home..yeah thanks you thank you..a lot of things happening on that front but i thought i should share little conversation..one of my marital musings

G: hey the site engineer called,the gas line is on

me:yippee so we can move in last week of december

G:uhhhh..actually i would love to but remember what ma(both the mothers) said?? about 15th dec-15th jan not being "good times"

me: Oh baby ya..not fair now i have to wait for a month..when is your shanghai trip due anyway?

G:not sure yet..can be sometime next week

me:baby ya(slightly irritated now) i have been hearing this since 2 weeks..dates pls.

G:(with lots of patience) i dont know yet baby...(looking straight ahead as he drives)

i realised i had touched the wrong nerve,considering we were going to buy MY new wardrobe..a 3 door wardrobe or 4 door would depend a lot on this conversation..hhmmm

so i look out of the window, suddenly turn at him and say

me:wow baby we will finish two years of marriage in Feb :) :)

G: :)

me: remember two years back this time we were just talking over the phone and i was too shy to say "i love you" over the phone and i used to text you.

G: :)

oh dint i tell you,he is a man of few words..anyways by now i was expecting a question which would/should sound like this"what do you want for our anniversary baby? but nothing came.

me: i have saved some money for your gift hehehehe!!

G: No ya..i seriuosly dont need anything plz dont splurge money again

me: but baby its our second marriage anniversary..

G: ya i know baby..but i seriously dont want any gift

meanwhile my brain does quick calculations,does this mean i get no gift too?does this mean that there are chances of the cupboard being a gift..naheeeeee!!!!

G: dont worry, we will go and get you something :)

me:nooo nooo not like taht ya..i mean i cant think of anything i want..really

G: no baby..we will get you something

there is no point of arguing with a man who has made up his mind..and i look at from the window and smile..m loving it

I put my hand on his as he holds the clutch, and i see the tiny smile on his face amidst the insane Pune traffic.

marriages are maintained here on earth,even though i am married to an angel*touchwood*

Dear "husband who cant take care of his clothes"

2009-11-30T11:46:00.005+05:30

To Whomsoever It May Concern

its been a long while that my life has been revolving around keeping house,working ,cooking,watering plants,feeding the hungry goldfish and even hungrier owner and keeping away your clothes(i use a gentler and nicer word here instead of the actual items of clothing)

Ever since our marriage i have been making it clear shouting from the living room to the bedroom that clothes and other things need to be kept back from where taken..this applies on newspapers read and crumpled on the sofa, sugar bottles taken off from the shelves and kept somewhere,remote control on the dinning table,watch on the washbasin and of course the socks strewn across from the laundry basket to the dinning area. Of course i have stopped expecting you to wipe dry the kitchen platform or to fold your clothes since these are unattainable by you.

i have tried pleading,begging ,fighting,a grumpy face,doors shut and even no breakfast before office,but nothing has been working.

So,in a situation like this which calls for dire decisions to resolve a contingency, your socks,other items of clothing and your watches shall be confiscated and hidden till a time will come when you have no socks to wear to work..

Baby i know you will be reading this and laughing..but i am very serious this time.

yours loving and super-functional

Wife

Cooking up love

2009-11-18T10:32:00.004+05:30

the phone is ringing and i hear the song"love love me do"..its G calling me. In the middle of cleaning the chicken for dinner i rush to pick up the phone.

G:baby are you home?

me: yes baby..came home half an hour back,making butter chicken tonight :)

G: woowww...kintu baby amaar khide peche ekhon(but baby i am hungry now)

me: how much time will you take to get home?

G: stuck in traffic at the flyover,should be home in 20 minutes.

me:oh thik hai( okay) i will egg cutlest for you

G:yummyy..oki wiat i will come and cook it..you just get the things ready

me:oki baby,i will keep the stuff ready,you acn make it when you reach home

G:ya ya i will make it..you dont stress out yourself with so much of cooking after work

"i smile and say My God what did i do that i have him in my life"

me: Oki come soon and drive safe.

G:Bye

As i keep the phone i see its 7:10PM, so i plan things while i move around. Let the chicken thaw till he comes ,meanwhile i need to boil the eggs and potatoes and chop the onions and tomatoes. While i fry the vegetables i will marinate the chicken to let it rest for 1 hour before i cook the butter masala.

its 7:30 and the egg cutlets are ready,(yes ready as in cooked and ready to be served with some ketchup and thousand island dressing) while the chicken has been marinated and kept aside

7:40PM the bell rings and a very tired husband enters the house and says" khide peche" (i am hungry) and as he takes off his shoes at the couch i bring in the plate of cutlets and tea.

G:Ohhh you made it !

me: :) yes baby

As i see him biting into the food and looking guiltly at me, i realaise,once again

marriage is about giving without being asked to..and that smile on the hungry face is what can take off all your aches

Happy Birthday Baba

2009-11-17T11:15:00.004+05:30

when i was a day old,his hands were the safest place for me to be in

as i grew older i learnt about holding his hands and trying to walk

reaching up to hold on to his finger ,as i tilted on one side and walked

i remember sunday morning vistits to the bazaar

watching him talk to the vegetable sellers and the many he met

he would then perch me on his lap as he sat with his friends over tea and i nibbled at my gulab jaamun

and everytime he would turn around and ask "aarekta chaai" (do you want another one? and i nodded happily

on the way back,he would hand me the lightest bag to carry,the one with the loaf of bread

every morning his voice would ask me"joldi koro" hurry hurry up as i would laze around getting ready for school

as he drove out to work he would wait till my rickshaw walla would come to pick me up for school

and he never forgot to say"thik kore jeo"go safely

infact he says that to me even now whenever i am travelling

every evening i could hear the sound of the scooter and tell ma"baba esceche"(baba is home)in

an excited chant

as he pulled out a brown bag filled with the addictive evening fried snacks

the 20 minutes that baba would chat with ma over tea and snacks was my time to listen to them talk about office and work

i guess that was my first learning lesson on sharing lives,somethign which G and I do every night

he was the first one to teach me how to cross the road,always telling "be carefull and look on both the sides before crossing"

at 27 i do this everytime i cross a busy road or crossroads in life

For him his little daughter grew overnight when one fine day i asked for "pocket money"

and thats when i learnt the value of money and about spending carefully

as he taught me how to ride my bike he always said"bhoye paabe na" (never be afraid)

i fell once and bruised my knees and he asked em to wash it off myself with dettol

As i cried that night in bed about nursing my own wounds,i got stronger to heal deeper cuts in life

and the next day as i got ready to go bike riding again he just said"let the wound heal first,i will teach you again"

Very soon i was out of home and studying far away from home

as i pretended to be brave and not cry i could hear his voice shaky as he told me again"shabhdhane theko"be safe"

i crossed roads on my own,i broke my heart and nursed it alone,i walked alone on streets without fear and i learnt to not fear anything

then one fine day i called him and said"baba aami MBA degree pe gechi"(dad i got my MBA degree)

and i could hear his voice choking with happiness pride and some tears

i started working and kept telling him how it sucked to which all he said was"shob jagey emni,herey gele hobena"(its the same everywhere,running away wont change anything )

And today on his 58th birthday i wish something not for him..but me..thats i want him all my life for the next to come

Happy Birthday Baba

Anniversary and Awards

2009-11-16T14:56:00.008+05:30

h how i missed witting and reading on the blog..been a week almost that i have not written anything and some amazing people have even e-mailed me and asked me my whereabouts..and believe me its a wonderful feeling to know that there are people out there to read your ramblings!! thanks Thousif :)

And now for so mant things that have been happening!!

1.i want to thank everyone for reading my blogs,adding to my treasure of comments and helping me smile wider.

2.Rohit and Sunakshi thanku big big time for the "awesome blogger award" i shall be posting everything here..right now

3.my anniversarry was extr

a special.i guess thats because i had soooo many of you wishing me..and even if they are late they are working magic cuz G would be travelling to Shanghai for a project which he wanted to ne in desperately..thank you on his behalf too.

4.i am putting up a picture o

f my anniversary.all complete with the saree and tattoo..

5.Life has been kind of racing past me becaus eof work in office,

which is again super nice

6.we are in the process of moving to a new house so chanig minds over curtains costing more than 7K for one room :(

7. also busy shopping for

the upcoming Goa trip..all suggestions welcome fro "places must visit" since you guys should advise people like me,visiting goa for the first time.

8. I have been trying to get into the dieting phase but all those cupcake recipes on Tv dont help

9.Pune is facing "november rains" and i am absolutely loving this weather because my garden is blooming,i love cuddling into the bed early and i ahve a genuine excuse for being late at work"traffic bohut tha"(

there was a lot of of traff

ic)

10.i have noticed a few steaks of grey hair on my head :( but nothign has stopped em from wearing torn jeans and bright pink Crocs.

and now rohit and sunaksh

i,since you guys have again made me bloat with happiness about the award, i am absolutely smiling to know i have two such wonderful friends here..rohit who is still apprehensive about the tattoo,after my scary description

Sunakshi,because of the way she

laces her poetry with feelings,which somehow remind ome of my life before it was all roses and honey

here is thanking you so much for it and passing it on tooo

http://mrs-adventure.blogspot.com/

http://knowthousif.blogspot.com/

http://mytumblingthoughts.blogspot.com/

http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/

http://mohitluthur.b

logspot.com/

http://mansichitranshi.blogspot.com/

http://fiercelyweird.blogspot.com/

http://faicarter.blogspot.com/

Now the next ap

rt of the award says that i need to write 7 thing

s that my readers dont know about me..so i thought lets make it a mixed bag which make you say "awwww" and "eeoo

www"

1. I love dipping y biscuits in warm tea and bite into them when they are

moist and soggy.

2.I try to keep one day a

week for eating only vegetarian food,but more

often that not i am tempted to sin.

3.i have spent 3/4th of my life taking a shower since i love taking showers and baths so much

4.i sometimes forget to brush my teeth...in the morning. (and then pop 3 chewing gums )

5.i talk in my sleep and love talking to myself in the mirror..even though i am perfectly sane

6.i am a narcissist

7.I am addicted to Facebook,Orkut and Blogspot ..

and now(drumrolll) my award :) :) yipee yipee

pictures of our amazing anniversary celebration :) *blush blush*

My Arranged Marriage :Part Three

2009-11-10T12:07:00.003+05:30

The last two posts were about how we met and what happened when we met..today i thought of rounding off our story with our marriage and the tiny three month courtship we had.

When a girl knows she is all set to marry this guy,there are lot of things that happen like,

Relationship status is changed immidiately on Orkut and FB

Chat with friend on Gtalk have the link to the guy's profile

the guy's number is saved with a special name

identifying the caller,a special ringtone is set

words like "awww:)" "hehehe" and "yaaa i know" become the most important parts of Gtalk

sudden attention is paid to the caller tune she has set on her phone and it moves away from hip-hop

the girls parents no longer bother her when is found on the phone talking to him at 2 in the night

she starts smiling to herself when she hears some songs

she likes writting down her name with her new married surname :D

she smiles before dozing off

When a guy knows he is all set to marry this girl there are few changes

Friends are scrapped saying"Feb mein kya kar raha hai,i am tying the knot"(what you doing in February)

some friends are warned "sambhalke post likhna"(be carefull abt what you post on my wall dude)

he plans a quick visit on-site for a month to earn some extra cash and manage a longer leave for the wedding

he pays the building watchman extra money to come and clean up the house before he leaves for the wedding

he removes all traces of ashtrays and liqour bottles from his house,the social networking profile and conversations with buddies

he makes a mental reminder "need to call her after work"

So this and a lot more happened over the three months that intervened before the first time we met and the day we got married,an exact three months of which a month and a half was spent in Germany. Laughing at the sad office food,while chatting and telling him what is PDA(public display of affection). Somewhere in between speaking to his mother about your shoe size and ring size,while my parent worry about his suit lengths and gifts for the relatives. I found myself pointing at unknown boys in malls and telling the guy across the counter in Vna Huesen,Fossil and Jockey "us ladke k size ka " (i want something of that guy's size) yess i know how embarrassing it can all be.

And amid all this i went to work,spoke to him for 15 minutes in the middle of work,sent maisl to colleagues inviting them for the wedding,manages to maintain my calm as i got a "i love you" text from him while dinning with my aunts n uncles,i also survived 5 hours of sleep since the hours we were home were spent on the phone.

the internet becomes your lifeline,as you google everything out from"best contraceptives" to honeymoon places" to words he uses on his blog,previously unheard of..

And then finally 9 hours away from the wedding i get a message on my cell.."you are the best thing that has ever happened to me"

And everything else is put to rest..today its exactly 2 years since we first met and all the 15 minutes converstaion happened..

And if there is one name that has touched my soul,and brings a smile on my face every time,i have it inked on me :)

Happy Anniversary baby

My Arranged Marriage :Part two

2009-11-06T10:02:00.003+05:30

My first conversation with G was for 15 minutes within which i had to decide yes or no....since i am sharing this with all my friends i guess its best to be honest..there were so many questions and "comments " in my head

Does this guy smoke n drink? its okie man..i am used to staying with my rommies who stacked breezer during summer and rum during winter

I hope he is not a geek being a typical IT guy that he is ? i guess tahst ok,cuz he seems to be a nice guy

ohh i like his fingers..they are nimble(i had checked out his feet at home when he had taken off his shoes and come inside,very clean feet :) ) at least he is clean and hygenic

i had seen his Orkut profile and i know he has a car,silver one..but i just hope its not an Indica..please it looks like a cab

"What do you on weekends?" i was asked

i looked up at his face and tried looking into his eyes!! Oh Sulagna Chatterjee was conquered right then..those eyes are so honest,simple and earnest,matched with those specktacles he wore :)) awww cute

"i am with mom n dad here since i dont have many friends in mumbai,but sometime s i travel to Pune cuz my friends are still there"

I hope he understands that when i say i "go to meet my friends" it means i party with them all weekend

He has one sister who stays in the US..hhhmmmm so it means he has had a strong influence of women in his life,considering his father was always travelling

Should i tell him abt my past now or later?? who cares it can wait ,past is not important

"Do you plan to stay in India?"

He answers" yes i have been in Germany for a long time so i can settle in India now . I dont want to leave my parenst alone here at this age.

ohh does that mean his parents will stayw ith su now?? i am ok if they come and stay with su once we have kids n all..but abhi toh(right now) i would want to roam in the house in my tiny shorts and try out things ;) ;)

"What will you have"

And i found myself blurting out "freshlime soda

WTF i dont even liek it but i had already said it..now no changign your mind

"actually i want a sweet fresh lime soda" i clarified

I waited and watched a he spoke to the waiter..ohh he is a polite guy :) spoek so sweetly to the waiter..nice

Somewhere in between our sodas, we spoke about the books we read,the music we like,the places in pune which he must visit and how i loather travelling in Mumbai locals.

In 15 minutes or so i saw dad walking into the resturaunt "hoeche??" (are you done ?)

He dint hear my father and was surprised to se eme nodding and saying "aashchi"(i am leaving)

As we walked back to our house(the resturaunt we met in was just 5 minutes from our house) our parenst were talkign about how nice the New Mumbai planning is,the roads etc while i could hear my mom telling his about the Iskon temple she visits every sunday.I was ticking my mental checklist

He dint stare at my Boobies
he dint use abusives in the middle of his sentenc
he paid the bill
he listend to what i was saying
he seems to eb found of good clothes
he smelt well
he was wearing only one ring on his fingers,no overload of accessories
he dint flaunt his German experience or the "round the world been there done that" talk

As they got intot he car to leave, he touched my parents feet(sulagna chatterjee was week kneed by now) and i took a clue and did the same.

As they drove out i remember telling myself"God i want to marry this guy..please"

Creating History :) 3 days to go

2009-11-05T13:02:00.003+05:30

Hi Guys..been few days since i have written..actually just 2 days :) but then i accept i am addicted..

just a small note to let everyone know,that the part two of my arranged marriage is due on Sunday,along with the update on my tattoo:)

lots of suggestions from everyone and some have even advised me to stay away from pain...but a girl has to do what she has to do :) create history !!

I kind of like this place..on the ring finger,one small tattooo!!! lest see what i decide on for Sunday !!!

my arranged marriage:part 1

2009-11-03T09:48:00.005+05:30

The reason behind my wish of getting tattoed.....

..this November 10th we will complete two years of being together..exactly two years back,when people outside were bursting crackers,i was turning red in front of G and his parents as they had come to "see" me. The purpose of the meeting was to let the boy and girl meet each other,talk and decide if they would like to take things ahead.

although it was two years back everything is so clear in my memory...i had strictly warned my parents that i would not be marrying a guy with a moustache and as i peeped out and saw G coming out of the car with his parents.

Observation1 :he had a moustache

As they came in i preferd sitting in my bedroom listening,to them talking.i could hear his father talking about politics, cricket and fresh water fish?? i had told my parenst i will not marry a guy whose parents do the talking for him

Observation2: he was quite since all i heard was our parents talking

somewhere in between as i was trying to eavesdrop into the conversation,i could hear my mother say"sulagna used to play cricket in her school,she has played in day-n-night matches" i had also warned my parents to make sure the guy is not much into cricket and politics

Observation3: He spent his sunday mornings in the nearby cricket ground with his friends

I was yeat to hear the guys voice,when suddenly ma called me outside"mishtu baare esho"(mishtu,come outside) so with my eyes looking down and cheeks turning red i managed to sit in the drawing room. I had told my parenst that i do not want to settle abroad once i am married

Observation4: His father said,Gopal(G) will be staying in Germany next year onwards for work

Lightening was yet to strike me,when my mother said"why dont you both go out for a walk" much to my surprise G got up ,and stepped out of the door,making it a reciprocative action. As i walked down the stairs with him behind me..so many questions?

Oh my God he will settle outside India

good he dint stare at my "assets" when i entered..sober guy!!

Oh my God,he is too much into sports

shittt he does not talk at all,while i cant stop talking

does he drink n smoke???his lips looked dark..oh wait he might just like clubbing like me..what if he does not

ohh do i have to stay with his parents?

oh shit is my A** looking fine in this salwaar kameez..

"how do you travel to work?' that was his first question..and time went on..conversations ended,people exchanged greetings and looks:)

it took me 15 minutes to decide this is the man i want to marry....

So now my question to you..what should i tattoo..his name?or the date?or "yours forever" or any brain sparks from you guys????

award shaward iv

2009-10-31T12:58:00.002+05:30

This weekend has been busy attending award shawards!! my outfits will be up soon,the ones i wore for the ceremonies,also the guest list and the boutique cuisine i had arranged from Bali's most respected resort. Though i had asked for no paparrazi,there might be a few leaks in the media..you know how they lech at you 24/7

Thank you sunakshi :) :) you serriously will be getting tonnes of blessings from em this weekend

again my ceremonial thank you speech for my parents

a gene pool of good gramamar

a husband with a similar taste for books,considering how we devour them

a loyal band of friends on the blogosphere

Reliance Braodband for such an amazing connectivity

MSEB(maharstra state electricity board) for their uninterrupted electricity supply

Sashi Bhabi for keeping her children from screaming all day inspite of the holidays

Vandana,my maid who reduces my work load

Maggi for helping e, whip up quick dinners so i can write more

and of course God who has given me a good memory to write things down that hit a chord,strike a bell and ring a note inside me :)

A Nation Rembers :Indira Gandhi

2009-10-31T11:11:00.003+05:30

Indians on Saturday morning flocked to Shakti Sthal to pay homage to former Prime minister Indira Gandhi on her 25th Death Anniversary.

Known as 'Iron Lady', she ruled the country for 15 years in two stints before being assassinated by her Sikh bodyguards.

Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and Congress president Sonia Gandhi, the slain leader's daughter-in-law, were amongst the first to pay tribute at her memorial on the banks of the Yamuna river.

An all-religion prayer was also organised on the occasion.

The assassination on October 31, 1984 triggered massive anti-Sikh riots in which 3,000 people were killed in three days in the national capital.

It was a moment in time; it shook India and stunned the world. As Prime Minister Indira Gandhi walked briskly up to the picket gate dividing her home from her office that fateful on Wednesday morning 25 years ago, a hail of gunfire from two of her Sikh bodyguards sent her crumpling to the ground in a blood-soaked heap.

Her daughter-in-law Sonia Gandhi, still in her nightdress, ran out to the garden as R.K. Dhawan, Gandhi's additional private secretary and shadow of many years, scrambled to help the 66-year-old leader.

But 31 bullets fired into a frail body gave her little chance. Although she was packed off in an Ambassador car in Sonia Gandhi's lap to the All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), doctors at the operating theatre knew it was a battle they could not win.

Although a police officer who wheeled her in said she was already dead, officially her death was announced several hours later as the Indian establishment tried to come to terms with losing the woman who had ruled for 15 years in two stints, two years less than her father and first prime minister Jawaharlal Nehru's unbroken 17 years.

Gandhi had been on her way to give an interview to British playwright and actor Peter Ustinov, who was waiting with his crew in the garden of neighbouring 1, Akbar Road, for the appointed time of 9.30 a.m. The silence of the morning was broken by the death rattle of bullets that sent flocks of birds scurrying into the sky, its echoes reverberating in Delhi's leafy and tranquil Lutyens' Zone and elsewhere in the days following that Oct 31, 1984.

Beant Singh and Satwant Singh, the two bodyguards, surrendered after emptying their magazines into her. The two were taken away to the guardhouse, where Beant was shot dead by other guards when he tried to escape. Satwant Singh was hanged to death five years later in 1989.

Her death - in apparent reprisal for the Indian Army's assault on the Golden Temple in Amritsar in June 1984 to confront heavily armed Sikh extremists - left a political vacuum in the capital. Elder son Rajiv Gandhi, her presumptive successor, was away in Kolkata. So was Pranab Mukherjee, No. 2 man in the cabinet even then. President Zail Singh was away on a visit to Yemen. They all tried to rush back to the capital to deal with a situation for which no one was prepared.

Rajiv Gandhi was persuaded, first by cousin and political aide Arun Nehru and then by Zail Singh, to step into the void and was sworn in as India's prime minister that evening. But by that time violence had already broken around AIIMS and there were reports of Sikhs being targeted in retaliation as extremist Sikh groups abroad hailed her killing.

Gandhi's body was brought in a gun carriage through deserted roads on the morning of Nov 1 to her father's sprawling Teen Murti Road residence and site of the Nehru Museum. Long queues of supporters and opponents filed past her body, while the world mourned the passing of a leader who was equally revered as she was despised.

Riots had erupted in several parts of the city overnight as organised mobs, alleged to be led by Congress party leaders, picked out Sikhs, assaulted them, snipped their locks, vandalised their property, torched their homes and began an orgy of lynching the like of which had not been witnessed since the division of the subcontinent into India and Pakistan in 1947.

For the next three days, as the country mourned, Delhi burned with the anti-Sikh violence spreading to Kanpur, Meerut and Ramgarh, where the Sikh Regimental Centre was based.

Working class neighbourhoods like Trilokpuri, Tilak Nagar, Seemapuri, that were exemplars of close-knit community living, overnight became monuments to hatred. Entire Sikh neighbourhoods went up in flames, their male members dragged out and burnt alive as vendetta-hungry mobs cheered. Even Sikh homes in affluent south Delhi were targeted and their homes razed. Some were even dragged out of buses and trains as they tried to flee the city.

The madness went unchecked for three days before a shell-shocked and paralysed administration called in the army on the evening of Nov 3. By that time, at least 3,000 Sikhs had been killed, thousands injured and brutalised and a community's collective psyche left so badly scarred that it has not healed even after a generation.

A few days later Rajiv Gandhi, at a massive memorial rally for his slain mother at India Gate, sought to extenuate the violence by saying: "When a big tree falls, the earth shakes."

A quarter century later, Mrs Gandhi's legacy endures.

Her Italian-born daughter-in-law Sonia Gandhi, who now leads the ruling Congress, is often compared to her for her style and tight control over the party.

Indira Gandhi's policy of bank nationalisation, which heralded a state control over the country's fiscal policies and public enterprise, has been hailed as far-sighted and instrumental in preventing Indian banks from going the way of Western banks that collapsed in the wake of last year's economic meltdown.

Her muscular foreign policy, which led to the division of Pakistan and the birth of Bangladesh, is still held out as an example of Indian hard power that critics say has been a tough act to follow by successive governments.

But, as her critics say, the imposition of emergency in June 1975 blotted her democratic credentials. Though she lifted emergency 19 months later and called for elections, which she lost, her image took a heavy beating and she never really recovered.

She returned to power in 1980. And, after younger son Sanjay Gandhi's death in an aircrash in June that year, she became a pale shadow of her former self.

She briefly basked in her reputation as a global statesperson when her government hosted both the Non- Aligned Movement Summit and the Commonwealth Summit in 1983. The following years, she bungled badly when she ordered the army into the Vatican of the Sikhs -- and paid with her life four months later.

Source :Times Of India

One for All

2009-10-30T17:23:00.002+05:30

Like all good things which increase when you share(happiness,love,friendship) i thought why not begin this winter season with some warmth for all the people who have been reading my posts,commentiing on them sharing their stories and just dropping by..i want to thank, all you guys cus beleive me,my posts come only when i get a feeling, or a memory,or a thought, or a word that i have read in your blogs...and my ramblings begin.

So this one is for

Jack

Sunakshi

Manasi

Mohit

Chocolate Lover

Cursed

Rachael

Indiaphereme

Swagnik

Aritra

Being Me

prithwish

Thank you guys :)

award shaward iii

2009-10-30T17:15:00.002+05:30

ohhkkkk ladies and the gentler men,i have been honoured with another waward and this time it comes from Sunakshi,http://veiled-chapters.blogspot.com/ the lady who laces her words with such beauty when she writes her poems :)

thank you girl thank you!! just when i was cribbing about a stomach ache,this award cured my mood too :)

Hail Our School Sacred Heart !!!

2009-10-30T09:59:00.003+05:30

My first memory of school is a huge yellow building with green doors and windows with glass panes..and right at the entrance you notice there are three gates..yes that's because my school is shaped in an E which stands for excellence. The High-school section was an E and so it was all day excellence which we were asked to bring in...and we did

We excelled in making our school our second home

we excelled in becoming the super smart back- benchers

we excelled in the art of sleeping with eyes open

we excelled in passing notes during class

we excelled in drawing the teachers blouse's backline during our junior college,on to our rough books

we excelled in wearing light nailpolishes so the teachers would not notice

we excelled at talking in actions and gestures so the teacher could never shout "stop talking girls"

we excelled at answering the questions asked during the super controversial "sex education classes"

we excelled at slipping in the queue again to take the Christmas fruit cake,even though we had one hidden in the tiffin box

we excelled at peeping into our neighbours papers inspite of the distance between the benches

we excelled at pulling up our skirts above the knee

and we excelled at getting away with it saying "my clothes are growing smaller"

we excelled in moral science classes and saying amen after our prayers inspite of coming form varied cultures

we excelled at paying extra attention to the neighbourhood boys school,and getting it reciprocated

we excelled at newspaper drives,sports days,winter melas and plant a tree

we excelled at waiting patiently to get the school dosa which had a queue of 60 students,all round the clock

we excelled at looking smart in our uniforms with small skirts,rolled down socks and sleevs rolled up.

we excelled in the passion that made us beleive we are "Conventies"

And that keeps us together ,proud with our heads held up high,just how Sister Flavian would have wanted to see us

Hail our School Sacred Heart!!

PS: We excelled in studies too :) Asia Champions actually!!!!

award shaward!!!

2009-10-29T20:28:00.003+05:30

yes yes i have one more award given and even though this is just the second one i can say thank you to chocolate girl

http://chocolatychocolatelover.blogspot.com/

"thank you to my parents who taught me to read and write

thank you dear chacha ji for giving me a fountain pen when i was 7 years old

thank you singh uncle for giving me the purple pencil box,i took pencils in it with which i scribbled on school walls

thank you Inder rickshaw walla for taking me to school everyday

thank you shaanti mausi for keeping the school "toilets" clean and contributing to my education

thank you prem bahadur ji for keeping our school safe

thank you everybody ..thank you thank you

*clap clap*

in the last row *sob sob*

all over the hall..drumroll!!!!

to do dumb or not do dumb or dumb-de-dumb

2009-10-29T20:07:00.005+05:30

When i started blogging a few months back,it was a trickle of visitors and even sparse drops of comments..but today after 3 months i havea lot of friends here i can say,with who i share my thoughts,feelings and memories of my life...so hey why not take this tag of "dumb n dumber"...

by the way the one http://chocolatychocolatelover.blogspot.com/ who tagged me is definitely smarter than me as you see :)

the more [x]’ s the “dumber” you are.

[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking
[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
[ x] You have ran into a glass/screen door
[ x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle
[x ] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself
[ x] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks

So far: 5

[ ] You have run into a tree/bush.
[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow
[ ] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times
[ x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.
[x] You just tried to sing them.

So far: 7

[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.
[ x] You have choked on your own spit .
[x ] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.
[] You’ve never seen the Matrix.
[ ] You type only with two fingers.

So far: 9

[] You have accidentally caught something on fire
[ x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.
[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.
[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair

So far: 10

[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking
[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you
[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.
[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math

So far: 11

[ ] You have eaten a bug
[ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important
[ x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it
[x ] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand
[ x] You have ran around naked in your house.

So far: 14

[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.
[x] You break a lot of things.
[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.
[ x] You tilt your head when you’re confused
[ ] You have fallen out of your chair before

So far: 16

[ ] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wall
[ x] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day.

So Far 17

Oh my Gawd its official!!! My IQ is less than a Toads !! and i have lived all my life with this....silence follows and yes yes please everyone who reads this,jack,sunakshi,racheal,manasai,prithwish,mohit,J,swagnik has to continue this tag if you dont want me to freeze of shame :(

17/37*100 = 45.94% dumb !!!

Of Tags and Awards

2009-10-27T17:25:00.008+05:30

Today is a very very nice day..not like a wordless wednesday or something..i got my first tag(seetiyaa bajao) thanks to a lil girl who blogs with us http://chocolatychocolatelover.blogspot.com/and and i also got my first blog award thanks to cursed,another poetess who shares our blogspace http://staryeyedandscreeming.blogspot.com/ (drummrolllllllll)

1.What is your current obsession? nurturing my plants cuz its winter and i want my terrace to burst in a bloom.
2. What are you wearing today? a green kurti,burnt red churidar with an original Kolhapuri,complete with a green Jade bangle.
3. What’s for dinner? oh lord! now thats a question i ask myself as i travel back home every evening. G ahs invited a friend of his who happens to be a vegetarian,now my menu options reduce by 3/4th..should be paneer and alu posto
4. What’s the last thing you bought? a bunch of white tiger lillies for the house an hour back when i had stepped out for Chaai at the tapri(tea stall)
5. What are you listening to right now? the sound of the AC and my keyboard under my fingers
6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? there is little kid in this grown-up ,beautiful girl who writes so well,inspite her age http://chocolatychocolatelover.blogspot.com/
7. Which was the latest movie you saw and what was your review? The last movie i saw was on HBO,The Kigndom and would recommend everyone to give it a view
8. What are your must-have pieces for summer? Lip balm,sunscreen,a scarf,water,wet tissue(all this in your hand bag)
9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? i would be with ma,sipping the evening chaa and waiting for baba to return home ,back in Jamshedpur
10. Which language do you want to learn? peace and patience
11. What’s your favorite quote? very few are lucky to say this "I Love You"
12. Who do you want to meet right now? Shivraj,my besssttt friend
13. What is your favorite color? pink
14. What would be one wish you would want to be granted? i never want to loose any of my loved ones
15. What is your dream job? the one that i pursue partly,freelance writting
16. What’s your favorite magazine? Cosmopolitan !!Hands Down winner
17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? Oh lord,i really want that blue eye mask which Audrey Hepburn wears in "Breakfast at Tiffanys"
18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas? unwanted curves and bulges
19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon? hmmm..Paris Hilton
20. What kind of haircut do you prefer? Curls and tiny ringlets near the face
21. What are you going to do after this? finish this tag!!my first tag by the way and then get back to my work
22. Who is your favorite sport star? I worship Dhoni
23. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without? ohhh i love such questions..kajal,compact powder and lip balm
24. What inspires you? Children,love,flowers

25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you: uummm lets see..wear clothes that make you feel comfortable,dont chase style always,keep your hands and feet clean,never ever have body odur or bad breath
26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)? I pick up my saviours,lycra churidars with a printed kurti
27. Would you prefer coffee or tea? Chai is my poison :)
28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? I drink lots of water,i call my ma and pretend nothing is wrong and i go shopping.
29. What is the meaning of your name? Someone with whom one has a nice time "Su" in sanskrit mean good and "lagna" means time
30. Which other blogs do you love visiting?The blogs which I follow..
31. Favorite Dessert? bahpa sondesh ,gulab jamun,chocolate muffins(its difficult for a bengali to write justa few desserts)
32. Favorite Season? Winter...
33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me? i am a daazling biryani chef and i will also manage to make a fruit custard :)
34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?ohh wrong question asked from an ass-hole magnet..i have a knack to draw the wrong kinds around me
35. What are you afraid of the most? loosing some loved one cus life is because of people who love you
36. What do you love most about yourself? i can smile when i am hurt and let no one realise.also i have a killer smile heeeeeee :)
37. What's that one thing you want to remove from this world? diseases

38. What is your oldest possesion? a picture of my parents,which i ahve in my wallet for 8 years now

Annnnddd now i will tag

Auteur http://mansichitranshi.blogspot.com/

Jack http://niceguy251.blogspot.com/

Being Me http://mohitluthur.blogspot.com/

Cursed http://staryeyedandscreeming.blogspot.com/

and languid beckonings (husband dear) http://languidbeckonings.blogspot.com/

Tuesday Truths

2009-10-27T14:08:00.003+05:30

me: i think i am not feeling too well

G: why don't you go home early baby?

me: no i think i will just walk around in some stores

G: I thought you said you are not feeling well

me: I am not.Shopping will help

Am i the only one who feels this way??

Pink

2009-10-26T12:44:00.003+05:30

They are your best friends so make them live longer !!!!!

World Breast Cancer Aawreness Month ,October 2009

A car in New York sports the message with a magnetic ribbon!

Oh !! Calcutta

2009-10-26T10:22:00.005+05:30

There is something about food that intrigues me much more than it would an ordinary man or woman for that matter. The sights,smells and flavours of Bengali cuisine especially is something i have laced in my being to from the time i was a child. My first memory of cooking was when ma used to heat some mustard oil and put some pods of Garlic to do some "maalsih" when i was 3. This is an ancient Bengali way of massaging a baby in the winter months since mustard oil and garlic would keep the baby's body warm..and surprisingly i dint smell of garlic at all,cus post bath i had another herbal oil rubbed all over me.

I guess that smell of the burning garlic caught on to me and i have ever since paid interest to cooking ,which ma did. In the cold winter mornings, as Ma would boil the drinking water,she used to keep my school uniform on the lid of the huge pan so it was warm when i wore it after my bath. I had always had this liking for kitchens and i had my little private corner,on top of an old iron trunk. during winters the trunk would be warm because of the cooking and the heat in the kitchen I used to watch ma toss warm rotis in my plate as the "torkari" (vegetables) cooked on the other burner.

Fortunately for me G shares my excitement when it comes to cooking and eating at home or our weekend eat outs. Sunday mornings memories of the last one and a half years is of me sitting in the bed,while G comes with a tray full of Masaal Maggi cheese omlette and garam "chaa". And let me add ,his Maggi is always filled with vegetable making our breakfast super yummy and colourful.Just the colour of the green peas with the orange carrots against the yellow Maggi,and right next to it giving it company is the super fluffy omlette with cheese grated inside!!bliss.

When i started with "Pink n Black" i had planned to write everything and anything i could think of, obviously looking forward to people reading and enjoying and leaving comments too:). So as i write this on Monday morning i am overwhelmed with this responsibility of spreading good words about a restaurant we went to Saturday Night.

A restaurant which knows it food well and how to please its patrons is Oh! Calcutta. As much as i am in love with the name i can swear by the food they offer.I mean where else will you get cocktaisl named "Kaal Boishaki" which is the name we use for the april showers. Right from its entree`s of Golda Chingri(prawnas) and pompfret cutlet to the main course,of ilish maach and rui aloor daalna :) the most amazing desserts are to follow pleasing your pallet and ensuring you are imprisoned to Bengali cuisine for a lifetime.

I hope this helps in tempting you some more

http://www.speciality.co.in/calcutta.php

slap,kick and make yourselves heard..time for a change

2009-10-23T09:38:00.004+05:30

It's time to change .

Hindustan Times.

I have been rather pleased with the ads that are being aired these days by HT..absolute brilliant ideas which seems like a fresh breath of air after seeing sickening ads..one of the particulars i dislike is of American Tourister,which has a bespeckacled Gora ona mumbai local,witha red american tourister..as his suitcase is trampled,dropped,juggled,the poor gora is shuttlign between everyones laps in the compartment,and a scary face-off with some eunuchs. In the end he manages to get off his station and as the train is pushing off,we see his suitacse being thrown out to him which he holds on to ,and on the screen comes in bold letters "Survive Mumbai American Tourister".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysIcnD5oFHg

there is a lot more to India, but it all has to start with us

I am one of those Indians who has never had any relative shed blood and sacrifice thier life for the nation,but deep down inside em is a person who gets goosebumps when the national anthem is played in multiplexes,i sing along too. I am one of those who has refused going "abroad" for job opportunities and fortunately enough G has the same sentiments. Whenever we are on a long drive i keep a "trash can " which is usualy a plastic bag in which all the wafer packets and peanut sheels and breezer bottles are colelcted and dumped at a dustbing. I have very often scowled loudly at people who spit on roads and say"kya farak parta hai"(what difference does it make)..and i say "farak padta hai"(it makes difference)

Thus my sudden liking for HT adds wchich empasize on us to change ourselves..for the better.

Lets try and follwo traffic rules and not try to skip a signal if no mama(policeman) is watching

lets try to keep our country clean,stop littering when we are travelling

stop abusing our politicians and go out to vote

stop being lazy about work,and realise how important our work is and do we deserve the salary we take home(i know this mind sound too much,but i mean it)

lets for a change really spread the word thatIndia is not about snake charmers, bomb blast and Maoists.

Its time to teach the nearby hotel's chotu who serves you tea every time.thats teh only way we can improve our country,education

lets open our minds to change in taxation system and stop cribbing about older,"easier" ways

its time to stop discriminating in our offices,based on being a loacalite or outsider

lets imbibe in ourselves that a girl child is as precious and important as a boy

lets learna little more about sharing and spending your birthday not just at a club but spending sometime with children in an orphanage

stop thinking about the "more expensive " recycled paper and go ahead with it

enough of taking print -out's of "you are the best" and my "team is the best" and pinning it to your workboard..pin it into your hearts

raise your voice when you see a lady being teased, you will soon hear a chorus behind you

stop feeling humiliated id someone touches you in public,turn around and whack him hard(i have done this thrice in Bandra and felt NICE)

ohhh i have so many things to say, but i shall stop now cuz this might sound like a sermon.But it comes from my gut and i hope it echoes somewhere in you.

Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaenge :15 years

2009-10-21T09:48:00.004+05:30

"Bade Bade Shehro Mein Aisi Choti Choti Baatein Hoti Rehti Hai"

If you can remember which movie has this dialouge then you and i are gonna talk a lot..and like always i start my yapping :)

The year 1995 was a year of leather jackets with brass buckles, tamborins,girls in white salwaar kameez taking pictures in mustard fields in Punjab, when the Swiss cow bell was officially launched in India and when we started awaiting DDLJ.

This was my first time at a movie hall in Jamshedpur,at a "theatre" called "Payal Talkies" ,i guess for 10Rupess in the balcony.Oh and since baba was a well known man in the city i was given a "specuial chair" with a pepsi bottle and a plate of "shinghara"(samosa)

It was a time when me and my friends were 12 year olds thinking of "ek undekha anjana sa" who would come in my life and i would say good bye to maths and chemistry,goodbye to school unifroms,goodbye to PT class..all that would happen was songs on a snow clad mountain in Europe.

The movie opened to packed houses since it had Shah Rukh Khan, the boy who would fail his university exams and drink beer with his father, the young boy who would play the guitar(something like it) and run his fingers gracefully over a royal piano.He will be the boy who would be swooned over by all the friends but would have his eye and heart set only on me(this is what every girl in the audience was thinking)

What begins as a fun-filled journey in the Euro rails ends in true love between Simran and Raj ,who know in their hearts about their love but never confess. And then when the mother is listening to her daughters love story ,over a crackiling firepalce the huge,pigeon-feeding ,God-fearing father overhears.

As the scene moves out of London you see the family of four Simran sulking with her sister ,while her mother frowns and father prides on smelling the mustard fields "of the punjab". As Simran is introduced to her childhood fiance the parents decide to "Dosti ko rishtedaari mein badal diya jaaye" .As Simran sulks by the window she hears the swiss cow bell(yes its Raj trvelled all the way from London ,to hang a cow bell on a cows neck to proclaim his love) Simran runs out tot he mustard field Raj runs in from the opposite side .....aanndd they meet,hug kiss,caress,cajole etc etc

Raj enters the marriage household and befriend the handsome-dumb gabru jawan kuljeet who is planning to travel to London to meet some firangi "bebe shebe". As the two hide behind pillars and kiss, and karva chauth is observed, love blossoms between Rajs dad and Simrans Bua,who throw roses and sing vintage songs for eachothers(Rajs father came to Punjab to support his son )

The movies reaches climax with Raj being slapped 16 times by the pigeon -feeding father,with whom raj tried bonding over pigeon feeding, but nothing soothed down the mans anger.But he has a sudden reversal of roles and tells his daughter"Jaa Simran Jaa,jee le apni zindagi" as Simran once again runs towards Raj in a speeding train who pulls in intio the train(scene enactment fo the first time they met)

DDLJ...Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaenge

Ashutosh Chalisa

2009-10-20T12:21:00.003+05:30

The first time it hit me..i was left with a black eye and a thumping heart with a blood pressur of 160/260(approximately)

the next time i saw it halt before my feet,i knew all i wanted to do was touch it once

On the third time as it swung through the wind i wanted to hold it and run away...

It was the Basketball Ashutosh played with

and now when you are done laughing at my expense ,you ask who is Ashutosh??

I was in Std 8,super comfortable in my skirts with the unwaxed legs, white socks rolled down and mud-stained sneakers , a pony tail too high and tight that i managed to stretch my fore head by 2 CM's. I was the epitome of a comfortable 14 year old,busy with her Archies,evening show of FRIENDS,learning Chemistry equations and discussing about sex.

yes i was a regular 14 year old ...till Ashutosh Mishra's basket ball hit my head.

I own the damage to my head not to the basketball but to the player.Ashutosh Mishra, the guy who always leaped the highest,had the loudest high five and the tallest attitude in the basketball court. The first time i saw him,in his loyola yellow "ganji" and navy blue shorts,i knew what Greek Gods wore,this is what Gods are amde of,yellow ganji and navy blue lycra shorts. Slam Dunk only meant love to me,another beautiful way of putting it perhaps.The basketball team captain and he had his own bike..no no not the Scooty types but a bike.Sometimes i also saw him driving his father Fiat..ohh did a Fiat ever look as nice,with him in his blue t-shirt. I knew he had 3 different t-shirts in shades of Blue. His backpack was black and so were his sunglasses(one of the few boys who wore them) He had a favorite chair at the canteen where he and his friends would sit everyday and high-five over Pepsi and Samosas.I tried so many times to speak to him but my tongue dint move ..till one day

I was in my school fair and i had a stall called Hoopla..where you place 10 cans in a pyramid and you are supposed to knock all of them off in 3 shots. As my friends and i were busy arranging the cans,i heard his voice"Hi we would like to play this too" and that was it..i froze..no literally i did cuz i knew i was blushing so badly that he could have seen me as a red alert.My friends with their giggles and nudging dint help either..As i stood watching him hit the pyramid,i knew...this is the man i will marry..i mean who else could hoop the cans in 3 shots?? i was sure this is the man who would kiss me and my legs would tremble.This was the man whose arms were to leave the basketball and hold me,this was the man whose mother would celebarte Karva Chauth with me..Oh what bliss could i ask for???

My love grew far and wide and so did its fame..till a time came where i stood by the dosawala to have the Masala Dosa and his friends shouted "Mishraaa" ohhh i still remember the chatni dripping off my leaf plate as my friends laughed at the attention they got..Within a minute i could see Mishra walk ahead and i was sure he was smiling cuz he could have heard my heart beating even at that distant. What followed was a tasteless Dosa,a shivering hand to pay the money,and an equally shaky me riding my scooty back home.

Its been 13 years now and i write this today after seeing an album titled"our little bundle of joy" and a baby girls photo in the FB profiel of Dr.Ashotosh Mishra

cute men all around!!Allehuia!!!

2009-10-16T09:45:00.003+05:30

There are times when i smile even when no one is around me..thought i shall share some moments with you

ever seen a cute looking guy driving with the music loud..the best part of it is when the cutie stops next to you in the traffic ,his windows are rolled down and you can see him tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while he hums the song..Niiacee

you are trying to cross a super busy road and every jerk driving on the road is driving like a maniac , and no matter how hot you look in thos Tommy shades no one bothers to stop...until one old man,i usualy refer to them as "daadu" stops and lets you cross.i make it a point to smile at the old man cus the moment brings out a natural smile.

you are sitting in Barista with your girl gang,three of you engrossed in coffee and tonnes of catching up, suddenly you hear the struming of a guitar.you turn around and see this cutie strumming the guitar while sipping on his coffee..absolutely into the guitar and not bothered ,or rather lapping the attention ,so effortlessly.

Then there are times you go out pubbing with your girl gang all dressed to the hilt. And you notice a bunch of boys, all by thmselves,enjoying the drinks and dancing.the zero attention they give you(except for that one minute stare) is what makes these creatures even more desirable..something about men being by themselves,busy,makes them so delicious ;)

you are travelling back to your home for the Diwali holidays and you are all drssed well..if youa re like me who likes dressing up for the airport,all matching with the LV Handbag and the suitcase. It feels like the whole of the senior citizen category is travelling and you sulk and move towards you seat..only to find this super hot guy,with his worn out jeans and the ipod looking out of the window:) ohh the heavens are blessing me!!!

You are waitign at the cue to take a Volvo at Dadar TT to return back to pune after a long seminar..your heels are killing you but your eye lashes cant stop fluttering when you see the long queue outside..you trudge at your huge handbag(with the waterbottle,make up kit,unbrella,notes for the meeting,wet tissue packet and the medicine pouch) counting for the 3rd time how many people are standing before you. And there comes this "excuse me" from behind you and you see this guy in checks,with dimpled cheek carrying a bag which says"Google" and says" you can sit there, i will get you a ticket" and you wonder..i wish i could google some more men like this when i travel the next time.

chivalry is not dead..and i have experienced so many knights showing it off:)

ps: Why dint God clone some more look alikes of Chris Maine

a love letter from the husband :)

2009-10-13T11:44:00.003+05:30

The first thing after you bathe you have the Shidur in your forehead

Everyday back home the warm hug making me forget that I have been weary

Everyday to office the goodbye kiss making me forget the day long work ahead

On embellishing yourself and looking so beautiful with the best of perfumes, Jewellery and Accessories looking for my eyes to turn wide in admiration

The lovely little notes that you post on the wall

The dreams and wishes that you share with me and when we live through them together

For holding my hand and your desire to hold my hand when I am 90 and you are 86

For watching ESPN and NDTV with me even when you wish to see the next scary movie on HBO

For the surprise gifts and the beautiful flowers when it the least expected

Your holding me tight and the bear hugs in bed when I wake up

Getting angry on me for not arranging the clothes and the towels and the footwears and forgiving me for the nonchalant behaviour.

Your reading a book and waiting for me to come to sleep beside you

Your kissing my neck when on the laptop and doing so for the next ten min till I can no longer concentrate

Forgetting the last night quarrel and petulance and forgiving me for the mistakes

Your making me feel important and being thought of all the while

Your respect, love and concern for Baba, Ma and Dida

For sharing my happiness and being with me in times of distress

For laughing away my gaucherie

You writing those cute messages on my planner with an enviable handwrite with your sinuous fingers

Your copious collection of paraphernalia and apparels and still being excited for me to buy you a new one

Of your interests in everything I do and your belief that we should do it together

For embellishing the house with so much love and zeal

For sweetly contorting your lips and eyes while looking at me with love while I draw and cook and I drive and talk.

For spending the last few months together and making me realize what love is all about.

… Just a few from the gamut of reasons. I love you

PS: This was sent by G in my inbox some time back...and this is exactly why i count my blessings every morning

Signs that you are in love

2009-10-09T18:53:00.005+05:30

this is specially for an old friend of mine, an ex-colleague whom i had troubled a lot during our work together.But today as i write this,Bini,its cuz you asked me to write about love which..i will gladly do ..so here it is..all for you :)

when you start telling yourself, this is too good to be true

when you wait for that early morning msg from him when you start your day

when you listen to songs and think about him..and smile

when life becomes even more beautiful with the roads being smoother and traffic no longer troubling you

when all you want to do is talk to him

when you learn to multi-task between travelling and speaking over the phone

whn you listen to mushi songs and say"this is so true"

when you actually start listening to the lyrics of a song

when you start liking your egg fried.sunny side up,hard-boiled or scrambled the way he likes it for breakfast

when your conversations over phone begin with "how was your day?"

when your caller tune is "tum mile to jaadu chaa gaya"

http://www.dhingana.com/play/tum-mile/NzA0ODM%3D/pop/1

when your conversation over the phone is less than 9 hours but more than 5

when "we" beomes more beautiful than "me"

when it becomes interesting to know about his family and his dog

when you dont mind trying black tea,cuz he likes it ,even though you scorned it all your life

when you go to the mall,finish buying your stuff, but still look around to get "something niaacee" for him

when you wish he is staring at you secretly while you both sip coffee

when you start deleting others msgs so you can store all his msgs

when you set a special ring tone for him everytime he calls

when you start reading some special love quotes so you can try to use it in your next msg,especially the last "good night msg"

when you try to listen to "cats in the cradel" because he likes the group(what was the name..ehhh i forgot)

when you read his orkut profile over and over

when you start sending his profile's link to your cousins and best friends and say"see his profile"

when you see Victoria's Secret and wish he were with you,though you would have pretended to be shy and blushed

when you get just 5 hours of sleep in a day but wait every night to speak to him..again

when you look at those hands across the table and just wish to slip in your fingers

when even choosing a pack of hankerchiefs for him is important,cuz he will know your taste here

when you start blogging about love and coffee conversations

when you start writing your name with his

and look at it again and again

when dinning out no longer is about the food,but the ambience and the seating has to be "facing each other"

When you love changing your relationship status on facebook and write "In A Relationship With G"

When you laugh at your friends when they congratulate you on the relationship writing LOL , but asking him to to check out what your friends have said

when you start wishing for lonely places to sit ,cuddle up and talk

when the thought of sharing the same blanket in winters makes you smile

when you realsize you want to wake up every morning of your life ,looking at his face

when you are ready to give up all worries,as long as his arms are around you

when you start watching ESPN and learn about tennis(bye bye Star World)

When Linda Goodman and her sun signs book make you smile and say"yaaa, so true"

when you edit pictures with more attention to put up on your profile

when you have that huge grin on your face when you see his friends writing"congrats brother" on his Orkut/Facebook profile

when you wait for his eyes to rest on you for 5 seconds, when you meet in the evening for coffee

whne you dab on some extra perfume so you smell delicious when you sit beside him

when all you want to do is just sit with him and talk

when you check yourself in the mirror when he steps out to go to the loo :P (G baby i did this so writing this)

when you love walking next to him,tempted to slip your fingers in his hand, but you are shy

when you secretly keep telling yourself"ohh he is too good to be true"

when you just want to whisper in his ears "i love you" but feel shy

You are sooo hooo mooo much in love :)

P.S There are so many more things but i guess you can also mention some more which perhaps i dint experience(though i will be secretly envying you)

One for marriage,in-laws and bengali bride :)

2009-10-09T11:05:00.004+05:30

So its going to be two years of G and me meeting eachother, next month on the 1oth. I am sure you have known of so many couples celebrating the day as their "love anniversary"(i also know of people who celebrate their "kiss anniversary" and to shock them i say,i dont remember my "sex anniversary :p)

anyways the pint is, that i dont celebrate love anniversary,but what i do celebrate is "Eureka" i found the one man,impossible to find, non-existent in the marriage market and definitely too good to be true...and the irony is G is not at all the kinds who would have fit into my category of men..you ask why?

I fancied men with 6 packs

i liked men who had a beast of a bike which i could ride on

i fantasized a smoking kiss inside a convertible

only a man with manicured hands would hold me hand

He should not have a moustache

Someone whose chest i would reach when i stand barefoot

He should be the only child

And i dint want to marry a Bengali

And marriage s,as per me , were mockd upon,if you met through matrimonial website

most importantly i would "see" the guy for a year before we marry

"G" and i met for 15 minutes,in a nearby restaurant,with both sets of parents "taking a walk" outside,and i knew i wanted to marry him:) thats why i say it was a "eureka " day for me and the rest is history that has been happening over the last two years..

So you ask whats history?? here is a little glimpse

As per our bengali customs i am not supposed to have a hair cut till we finish a year of marrigae
The husband and wife sleep on the same bed on the night of marriage or stay in the same room,but in the presence of others (talk about temptations)
when i entred G's house for the first time ,i was handed a live fish,slippery and struggling in my hand as i took my first step across the threshold.the custom says that if the fish slips out of my hand i would not be too good at running a house or husband :)
newly married brides are supposed to be shy,docile and quiet
As his wife i am supposed to be obedient and do as he says
Today,after almost a year and a half of marriage,i am not supposed to call him by his name...i do
as shown in most serials and movies about wives waking up early morning ,in the in-laws house to water the "Tulsi",i continue waking up at 9,and have my tea and toast ready
The sons wife should be preferable dressed in saaree when her in-laws are around
its my duty to cook and clean after him,but the man helps me with the dinner table every night and cleans the table too *touchwood touchwood*
i look at myself and say "incomplete" if my "shidur"(vermillion) is missing from my forehead
a year and a half of marriage and i am completely at ease talking for hours as G listens to me quitely,making sure he reacts at the right moment..or else what follows is "you never listen to me baby".
he is sometimes the one who wake up at 6 to water the "tulsi" make some life -saving ginger tea in bed..
so many contradictions in life from my expectations,but yet i never seem to ask God for anything more(only a Wiao note book )

And to think,he was exactly what i dint have in mind during my search in the marriage market.And also the wonderful family that i am married to definitely calls for me shouting"eureka" with my clothes on!!! remember i told you..i dont remember my "sex anniversary"