Seven Years Itch

I am back..after almost a year and all of you know what took me so long. It was a 3 year old tornado of a daughter, a mailbox that’s always full of red flagged mails, a house full of plants that chose to shrivel if I don’t talk while watering them, and my parents who are staying with us these days and I sometimes wonder how many children do I have in our house. Amid all this chaos there is G, my source of infinite strength, love and Rajnikant Jokes.

A year is not a long time you know, I have seen people staying away from their loved ones, in the name of work, education,moving on in life etc. But one thing we chose to take a call on was, no matter what we shall st

ay here in this country, in our country , together. We tip toe on littered streets, we show our hands and cross the roads, we don’t let our three year old play out alone, we do a “parcel” of left over food at the restaurants, I fight and haggle with stubborn Pune autowallahs, I celebrate with a home made cup of tea when I strike a deal with the local Baai to charge me Rs100 less than the usual bartan jhadu pocha rates, G and Baba love to visit the smelly fish market every Sunday, touch and feel the stuff on display before the weeks loot is taken ,Maa has her new found friends , one of who does her eyebrows for free whenever needed and oh yes we have the luxury of a cook , a maid and also a cleaner.

Who does not love this country !

So amid all this talking, bargaining, walking cooking, buying grocery, making business pitches, I lost time for this blog.

This blog taught me to write, to express myself the way I never did before, it gave me so many applauds and bravos when someone would read it for the first time , it gave me my first celebrity moment when someone recognized me in a mall because of my blog, it gave me so many many wonderful beautiful friends who have stayed with me through all these 7 years..Oh yes this blog is 7 years old !

So to take care of the seven years itch, here is my first attempt at getting back to what I have always loved, writing…and talking.

It about moving ahead, its about picking up the best from the past and creating something even more beautiful and most importantly this page will always be about Love and other beautiful disasters.

shine on you crazy diamond

this one's for you Nin :)

Our first coffee conversation with Poha in the college canteen...

my first doubts on a girl from Bangalore with her complete formals and super high heels and extra long eye-lashes

the first time we poured our hearts out to each other cribbing about love,life,mother-in-laws,driving ,gyming,shoes and calories.

our endless cravings for coffee during office and the super sweet "tapri " chai

finally realising that we are with wonderful men and should be grateful about it

i remember my introduction to "multiply n divide mascara" i can see so many eyebrows raising with question marks on their faces

i guess you have my husband thanking you eternally for the L*****i fetish that you imbibed in me

our major differences in colours i still wonder how you survive with greys and i cant think beyond fuschia and green

ohh did i tell you i still wear those pink super worn sandals of yours which you gave me finally after me begging you for 3 months

the endless shopping trips and discussion on destroying my credit card to prevent me froma greater evil.

we always shared common hatred..not love thankfully over some pretty butterflies we hung out with

i am sorry i sometimes used your "nude" lipsticks when you went to take classes

oh ..do i still own you any money..you own me 135 rupess...100 for something i dont remember and 35 for the chicken "chowmien " we shared

always have hope in you to turn siuations in your favour...organic farming in mahabaleshwar should not be far away.

parlour visits where you were solely called to hold my wallet and cell phone as i went through several barbaric treatments in the parlour..i know if i call you again, you will come

i dont want to make a sad teary post coz i promise our fortnight coffees in Mocha, either deccan or KP..

just reminds me of one more song" shine on your crazy diamond"

Blue Birthday Cake

last weekend was super fun..i just realised , since its an off today and my G is in office..now now..G here referes to my husband, whose name i shall with hold from writing cuz it might tarnish his image among his respectable,sober,spectacled,tiffin sharing colleagues. He has got a wife who writes scandalizing truths and funny anecdotes which might corrupt the minds of many (God forbid if anyone of his revered colleagues comes across this blog..would be fun to see their eyes rolling under those minus something lenses)

anyways coming back to where i started..last weekend. it was fun cuz i dint realise where it vanished untill today , when i have nothing interesting to do. All my friends are home with cold and girlfriends and newly acquired pups and my G is in office. pretty much ran out of anything fun, so thought of rambling about it.

My friends in office have their own way of showing their love and sense of humour which is very well evident with the cake they brought for me. I lo calling myself 'hot chick" and have issued an advosry to all"if you do not save my name in your cell phones as hot chick i shall not consider you as my friends dont bother wondering why "hot chick i just like the sound of it.just like i like the sound of so many words brouhuaha,oomph,penache`, touche` etc. So thats how the icing on the cake came about. this cake came after a week of my birthday, but was brought to celebrate it none the less. When they entered the house poor G dint know what hit him, a blur of hugs,high 5s, abuses,laughter,giggles,beer demands,introdutions and again laughter.let me remind you here that they were coming straight from office and dint have any chance of being drunk..they are just like that.

What followed in the nest 3 hours was beer, breezer, vodka ,cake, food, again cake , beer vodka, breezer and introductions..yes again since G had trouble remembering names. I had actually made some super awesome lunch and let me not sound modest here because i am a dazzling chef..one with the brightest smile while cooking and absolutely in peace with her pots and pans.

been almost a week and realsied i had not put up the pictures or written anything about them..guys i am sure you will acknowledge my heartfelt gratitude(blahhhh) whe you read this and some tags for all you guys.

Neha: you looked hot with the blue icing on your lips(evidence attached)
Ninfa: you could not keep your eyes off the cake(evidence attached)
Asad: oooff how many msgs did you send that time(evidence attached)
Dhanesh: you were soooooo sloshed(evidence attached)

PS: thanks guys, it was awesomeeee

Of friends,flats and college life...

8 years ago i got down at the pune station and took my first step out all alone as a quite 18 year old who was overburdened with her rucksack..little aware of how life would be burdening her in the years to come. That was 2001 and i was super impressed by the Pune station...which by my standards was huge.Coming from the small town of Jamshedpur, the size of pune did not amaze me much but the people...oh yes they did.

Pune so far has been a mixed bag of emotions,stories,memories and learnings.My first college where i actually sat with boys!!!!(i was from a strict all girls convent in jamshedpur).I learned that shaking hands with boys is not as bad as loosing your virginity,since thats how we learnt it to be in school.College became even more fun as i learnt the concept of sitting in the canteen more than the classes,memorising the menu card instead of notes,wishing the waiters instead of recognizing the proffesors,going on early morning walks with buddies and then coming home and sleeping after chaai at the the canteen.I learnt of fluttering the eye lashes,flirty hand shakes and twisting the right way to the latest songs in the clubs.I sat on bikes as we headed up the mountains to Sinhagarh,without helmets to watch the first sun rise.i mastered the art of sleeping with my eyes open in the lectures and passing exams sometimes with notes hidden all over me.Colelge taught me the art of smoking with a packet of frooti in hand..a balance of nutrition and smoke :)

Staying away from home had its own joys and sorrows, though at 18 you dont see too many sorrows as long as you have your buddies with you.Moving out of the hostel,which had a 10PM deadline we learnt that living in flats was the ultimate in"freedom'.waking up at 11 to have a breakfast of maggi and eggs,we planned our days keeping which club would be playing which kind of music that night.Tuesdays would be Hip-Hop and saturdays would be the final feather on the cap at the best 5 star club in town.Friends were family and plans would break or work out only if everyone had the time for it. Staying at home was another fun as we watched movies inside warmblankets with coffee and garam pakodas as it rained outside.Monsoons in Pune would mean a mandatory visit to Lonavala , early morning walks without umbrellas to get wet in the morning rains. Falling sick would mean home made khichdi as we would stay at home deciding if watching a horror movie was better than a romantic one...of course we had more options to watch ;)

Obviously if 5 girls stay in the same house it would be pretty much as complicated as the plot of some Shakespearen play. If one of us decided to have a beauty regime on Sunday, someone else would be busy washing clothes while the luckier ones would be "chatting online' with the several loves of their lives. Valentines day for some chosen few would be dinner while the rest of us,maintaing our "single" status would head out clubbing at night. Even hagging with autowallas at night would be fun as we bargained to pay 20 rupees less than what was asked for.

Even today meetign up with old friends is not half as much fun as it was then,when we could move out in shorts and Osho Chappals and sit on the neighbourbood chai stall.and that chai stall could never match up to all the cappucinos or expressos that i have had so far:)