ALDO, Lets Go !

There are days when I crave to shop for something, something unique, funky,and crazy that I have not had before. My palms itch and wont stop until something is bought. It can be anything under sun, form foot shape door mats to stylish spatula or a cozy handbag that I feel is a must for any woman! Now don’t give me that narrow eye stare, I am a woman ok? And desire for shopping is in my blood! This doesn’t mean I suffer from this craving everyday but once in a month or so. The pleasure derived henceforth is priceless.

On one such day, Rag & I were walking along the mall adoring the decoration on the eve of national day when ALDO (a brand for accessories) caught my attention with flashy OFFER banner. This is one shop that I adore for their collections but can’t afford due to its sky high price. Now with the SALE on and itch for shopping, I hoped in greedily. There were dancing peacock ear rings, white & golden stone studs, black bead bracelets, pearl studded long chains, feathery scarf, leopard strap watches and many more junkies that made my selection difficult. Series of elimination rounds ran across the mind and a leafy steel ring that would wrap the finger like a crawler won the finale.

The real story begins now. Since the ring was not available in my size I tried to expand it a bit by pulling out the ends. Since it’s made of some black metal it should expand, right? At least I thought so. But to my horror & Rag’s surprise, it broke, cut, into two pieces!! In shock and shame I looked at Rag to seek a solution. Poor guy was still with mouth wide open in awe and blinking in disbelief. Okay, now the damage is done,no way to reverse the act, so next obvious step was to take it up to thesales person and seek her decision. While I was sketching to drop the ring in same place and walk out as if nothing has happened, Rag insisted on paying for the damage as it was our mistake. That it might be recorded in CC TV also added to my fear and agreed upon his words. The sales lady stared at us for a minute, probably thinking what nasty customers we are and then took up the issue to store manager. By now, we both were prepared to apologize and pay for the loss, hence relaxed and waited for her to decide.

They say miracles happen, If not seen this incident, neither would I believe. It’s much beyond reach of words to say how we felt when the store manager said “Its okay, such things happen, you need not pay for it”. Rag and me looked at each other in disbelief and a smile of relief spread on our lips. Rag asked me to buy something so that we express our gratitude too. As I type this post, a lovely white metal ring embraces my finger as a proof of this incidence. Thank you ALDO, for saving me from embarrassment and thus you have earned a loyal customer big time.

Ashwini 

Kicking Don

Don’t go by the title, it is not a movie review. I wish I could do but spare your curiosity to watch the movie yourself. But I vouch on the crispy dialogues and lovely plot of a love story beautifully infused within a complete action movie. Go for it guys, at least for Roma!

So there we were, all excited and eager, at the cinema hall, ready with a bucket full of popcorn and sinful coke. The hall was packed & the movie started with hoots and squeals. We seated hastily between a row without bothering neighbors. While the movie was taking twists and turns, I feel baby fingers from my next seat patting my arms, trying to reach the popcorn in my hand. I smiled at the baby and neatly transferred the bucket to Rag, who was on the other side. Minutes must have passed and I feel my plait being gently pulled, again by the hungry baby. I gave a stare at the mother, who seemed un affected by her child’s play, was going ooooohs and aaaaaaaaahs over King Khan’s sleek and sexy looks. Consoling myself I got drowned in movie and was carried away in plot until the baby broke into shrieksss!! I lost the story track completely while the mother tried to feed the baby hushing and cooing its hunger. In despair I stared at screen trying to catch up the story. Minutes later, a pungent odour of poop & pee stroke my sense and all my hope of enjoying rest of the movie vanished in air. Real torture started when happy-stomach-baby started singing in joy & kicking me while sleeping on his mom’s lap. I now surrendered to the notorious tot and enjoyed rest of the story with free kick-massage service. Some where in between, he was also trying to make a conversation with another baby in front seat but I managed to overlook!!

Finally, there I was, left unhappy with the extra effects of baby kicks in movie, a careless mom with pleasure of eyeing Sharuk and the tiny tot, enjoying his day out in a cinema theater  Seriously, why do parents get there real young babies to cinema hall and freak us out with there antics? The audience there are definitely looking for some real entertainment worth there penny but will be left helpless with such thoughtless parents. Like children are banned in pubs and clubs & even in certain restaurants, is it not wise to avoid them in cinema halls? Anyways Don,better luck next time.

Ashwini

IT045

Mid week morning, chilling weather, least work at hands, non working communicator & server down, what would you do if you are forced to kill time under such situation? Well, I blog about it ;) I recollect a similar situation where I was forced to tuck down to a seat and travel for 4 hours. It was the flight back from vacation and heart was heavy with emotions,sense of missing home and dear ones until next trip, teary eyes with flash back of memories of careless days. On board activities were winded up with dinner and lights dim to soothe the sleeping passengers. There I was, left with no heart to sleep and no mood to swap the pages of a novel in hand. The entertainment channels bored to no end and songs in my music player seemed hopeless. Not knowing how to pass the journey, I gazed around helplessly for minutes..and then,out of no where I hear some one giggling “he he he” beside me..Ooh now I see this guy next to me, sitting with his legs stretched and hands supporting his head, as if spending leisure time at home. I wondered what made him giggle and saw him watching comedy circus on TV. I peeped in and voila, within a minute, there were two of us, laughing heartily at silly jokes on comedy circus!! We made fun of those judges laughing their lungs out and of the poor jokes. Then Singham took the place and we argued over good looks of Ajay Devgan! After almost an hour of conversation, it strike to us that we are strangers and were surprised by the way we got along through this boring journey. Pleasantries were exchanged and riot of laugh continued.  What started as a boring journey turned out to be a eventful evening with a good companion. He laughed at me when he found my nervousness during landing and deviated my attention towards beautifully lit Dubai and its skyline from a height. Once landed, we walked towards the check out counter and bid a silent goodbye with a smile and joined the folks waiting for us.

And now, when I sit to write this down, I realize my dumbness of not asking for his whereabouts, not even his name!! It all happened like in dreams and now I am left with moments to remember and regret to ponder. I have a thank you note for this wonderful person in my credit & wish I get to pay him back some how some day.. Dear stranger, by any chance, are you reading this post?? If so, please do reply. However, thank you God, for sending me right people at right time but am also keeping an account of those idiots whom u keep bumping to me now and then..

Ashwini.

Heaven is where the heart is

1.   Heaven is where mom wakes you up to strong cup of filter coffee followed by breakfast with rich butter or ghee.

2.   Heaven is when you go out on Monday noon to PVR to watch a super hit movie.

3.   Heaven is where dad rides you to places on his Honda Activa, along the breezy lush green streets of the     metro city on a winter evening.


4.   Heaven is when you hear the lady behind Mc Donald’s counter with vermilion on forehead asking “en kodli     madam? “ (What do you want ma’m) in Kannada !!

5.   Heaven is where relatives pamper you to no end with lunch invitations and warm emotions.

6.   Heaven is when you restlessly wander around the busy street with shopping bags in hand and excitement in eyes.

7.   Heaven is where the restaurants treats you to the yummiest pani puris,masala dosas,masal-puris,corn chat & samosas followed by soothing sugar cane juice or tender coconuts.

8.   Heaven is when the teertha (holy water) at temple tastes camphor and  the priest blesses you with extra  prasaada when you offer him a generous dakshiney !!

9.   Heaven is when you bargain and buy dozens of chappals for just 100 rupees each :D

10.  Heaven is where each moment spent is full of fun,freak and memorable with near and dear ones.

  Dearies, this post is written in hang over of my recent India trip with flash back of Bengaloru moments still in edge of heavy eye lids..Unpacking the luggage feels horrible and waking up each day to attend the routine life responsibilities makes it feel like HELL!! But since I have bribed you all with sweets from home,I feel its fine to torture you through my saddy post :D


Ashwini.

Morning Raaga

I feel lost, helpless, poor, disappointed and tortured. It happens every morning and I can do nothing about it. Being a smart one capable of facing any challenge, I sulk in this matter. The more I think about it, the more it worries me. I wonder how other women handle this situation for I always struggle. Before you kill me for fuming you out in curiosity, let me introduce you to the culprit, my wardrobe! Why so much of drama you ask? It deserves more than these adjectives as it involves horror, heart break, misery and a thrilling climax when I think “What will I wear today?” So many outfits yet nothing to wear. I pick a few, run a round of elimination, test & try the chosen ones and halfheartedly select one that suits my mood. Sometimes I give up in this process and ask Rag to help. And when he comes in, choosing task is a cake walk. Read more to know how:

Rag: Wear what ever you feel like..why sulk so much?

Me : (making a sad puppy face)  I don’t like anything in this whole wardrobe

Rag : Wear your favorite red kurta.

Me : Its Sunday, I cant wear anything bright!! (Yeah its my own policy)

Rag : How about your grey Max top & black jeans?

Me : No jeans also on Sunday (crib more)

Rag : Fine, go for this pink salwar,it suits you well (With hopeful eyes)

Me : But I wore this last week, I cant repeat

Rag : Oh,as if some one is keeping note. I am wearing this shirt 3^rd time this month.

Me :Yes,I myself keep the note..and no one bothers to see what a man is wearing !!

Rag : I am fed up. Do as you wish.

Me : You never help me, you don’t love me anymore. (emotional blackmail helps!!)

Rag : How is that related? You are being choosy and pointing me?

Me : You will be late to office if you don’t help me now. (threatening definitely helps)

Rag : Last one,wear this white kurta black legging..thats it.

Me : (Happy face) Yaaay,I love you soo much ..

And I go ahead to iron the clothes and he feels relived for escaping the further torture, only until he hears me screaming again “Rag but the Kurta is in laundry bin” I leave it to your imagination of what happens next. Hope you understand why I am late to office every morning and why I feel wanted, of more clothes that is :))

A Jerk..

...is what I got from a lady jerk ! I have come across many idiots in life so far but she is a master piece. Once upon a time classmate,whom I was delighted to meet after almost 14 years on Facebook, is just another unwanted person in my friends list now. Reason??? Below conversation says it all. I call her JJ to keep her identity anonymous and words in brackets are my unrevealed reactions during our chat :

JJ   : hi ashwini how r u?

Me : Hii :) Im gud...hw about u? ( I was really gald seeing her online)

JJ   : Am also dng gud by God's grace

        where r u

Me : nice to knw :)

        in AbuDhabi

JJ   : u r working?(I think this girl has become talkative,unlike before)

Me : yeah

JJ    : ok,kids? (What? Did you just ask that? Are we so close yet??)

Me  : not yet :) (I faked a smile,I carry my politeness)

JJ    : how long u have been married? ( I wonder,am I attending an interview? )

Me  : 5 yrs now (why did I even answer her?)

JJ    : ok,family planning?

Me  : yeah (What the hell,why do u sound so aunty-ish?)

JJ    : ok, but u have put on so much weight, u luk completely different (Ohh really? News to me!)

Me  : yea..signs of happy married life!

JJ    : oh is it?? i never knew, what else, what does ur hubby do? (Yet another shot..I am convinced,she is not any where near to the girl I knew)

Me : he is a s/w engg. so u r working? (Can I not interrogate like you do?? )

JJ    : yes,

         me n hubby r dng family ministry

         working for families

         counseling, taking seminars based on families

         to build healthy families

Me  : great !(There she is,a professional gone worse,who can not distinguish between friends and

         patients)

JJ    : tat's y asked in my counseling course i never learnt about putting on so much weight b'cos of happy      married life (I never knew weight reveals ones mental status!!)

Me  : thn i wil b first example of putting on weight due to peace of mind ! (A virtual slap,if you can understand dear lady)

JJ    : u r very optimistic,gud (This is Limit of shamelessness!!)

Me  : saying truth is nt optimistic... (Thats it,im drawing an end)

JJ    : ok ok

        agreed

        then what else

        now whats the time there??

The conversation was winded off here as I found her not worthy enough to spare my time. I felt like a happy bubble burst with needle. What could have been a new beginning of friendship saga ended as a pathetic moment. Flow of life does not halt with with such incidents,but ofcourse gets a jerk. I prefer to stop writing here as I feel lost....

Chamki Tales...

To the one who knows me better than myself,

one who cracks poor jokes to make me laugh,

one who supports me like a sister does,

one who points out my flaws that no one can,

one,who is my best friend so far,

to you Chamki,is dedicated this post :)

Dear readers,introducing the most influencing person in my life, Chamki, a smart mallu girl whom I met just 3 years ago. I own the pleasure of re-naming her as Chamki,which is alias of her real name but is more apt than the real itself. If you can imagine a tall,slim,talkative,smart,funny yet wise girl, that is Chamki. Innocent by looks but dangerous with ideas! You will be cheated for sure when you meet her first time as she disproves all my above stated quality of hers. But take my words dearies,I say no lie!

Seeing her first time at office,I assumed her as a fresher,unmarried,clam and not so interesting girl. Couple of days with her and I was proven wrong! Sharing common interests,common lifestyle and yes,common wavelength of thoughts,we bonded well enough to make others envy our friendship. Soon to be mom of two,this silly girl has unknowingly become part of my life. In a way,she is one of the reason why I blog! Being a regular reader of this place,her worst fear is seeing a post written about her! Since I live at a safe distance from her,I dare to write this post!!

Having shared some millions of giggles,girly talks,useless gossips and some serious matter,I have tried here to list a few that I term as classics!!

1. Only Chamki has the rights to wear blue formal shirt with black Indian long skirt that has pretty embroidery works. Don't be amused for she makes her own fashion statement!
2. Only Chamki can think of deep frying the Rasgullas,reason for which is still unknown. May the soul of Rasgulla discoverer rest in peace !
3. Only Chamki can afford wearing sweaters during roaring AbuDhabi summers.
4. Only Chamki can cook Sambar Tsunami... weird is the name? So are this girls recipies !
5. Shout aloud Maggie,Kitchdi & Panpasad candies and you will soon see Chamki around.
6. Bribe her with pani puris and she is all heart to help you in office tasks. Easy to be satisfied,is not she?
7. No one but only she can coin the names like Hasumathi & cukkooo!!
8. She owns the record of arguing with delivery guys of all her favorite restaurants and then stop ordering from that place.
9. Even Sonia Ghandi may fail passing her orders in Govt but this girl can make all the office boys shiver with her words.
10. Best one saved for last : Only Chamki can be mis understood as girl working in supermarket helping customers find items they are looking for !! Belive me guys,this girl has went out of her way to help a man at cop to find the ice cream of his choice !! Chamki,horlics evade? :) :)

Hundreds of more such insanity can be jotted but let me keep them spared for the future posts. I had to write this dedicated post as a return gift to her for throwing a surpise party on my B'day and making it worth memorable. I cant pay her anything but my love through this post. May we share lot more happiness and moments of joy together.

People,please check personally if I am alive,for I fear to be killed by this girl after putting up this post !!

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

Its been long time since I wrote anything here. What a month that has gone by. Loads of surprises, festivals, shopping,short vacation and yeah,hectic work to meet horrible deadlines. Amongst all these chaos,I missed you,my dear blog! Now that I got another reader to this blog,I feel responsible to update :)

Back to the title of this post. Since my sister's wedding is nearing, I decided to add glow to my gorgeous looks (I know,I AM,no raised eyebrows plz) and that landed me in a beauty parlor. While waiting for my turn to be treated,I gazed around to see the professionals working out on the customers with excellent knack & sole mission :Make her beautiful! Scissors and brushes,wall size mirrors and racks of cosmetics,wall pictures of actresses and eye catching accessories,all took me to a dreamland where everyone looked like angels and fairies. While ogling at them in awe,I overheard this conversation between a local lady (LL) and the parlor girl(PG).

PG : Ma'm,your eyes are very beautiful

LL : (In her fake accent& smile) Thenks.

PG : Yes Ma'm,your long eye lashes and the eye shadow makes it more beautiful.

LL : Yeah,just trim the eyebrows please.

PG : Ma'm,if you change your hair color your face will look even more brighter!

LL : Aah..really? Then I will go for it.

PG : Sure ma'm. Also try our new facial,you will love your skin glow !

LL : You think so? Let me see later.

PG :Ma'm we have a package,you can get a free manicure session if you opt hair coloring and facial !!

LL : What?? Ok,lets do it !!!

And thus the PG was successful in selling her skills to the rich and dumb LL. Me,the silent observer was laughing to myself realizing the trick of PG. After making her business from previous customer, PG turned to me with a smile. I asked for shaping the eye brows and was left open mouth when she said “Ma'm,you eyes are very beautiful “ !!!

Eager to know what followed next? No guys,I did not fall for her trap and walked out laughing after getting my job done. Smart na? :) And I pay all the credits to my magic mirror which always says I am beautiful :)

Man-goes Crazy

And I am reffering to my man going crazy at Mango,the brand. It all happened at Watch House in Marina Mall,displaying brands on sale during this weekend. Jotting down the actual conversation between me and Rag. The ones in bracket imply how exactly our inner minds were reacting.

Me  : Hey see this watch,its so unique!
Rag : Huh? Hmmm.. ("so what")
Me  : Its lovely, isn't it? ("can I buy this")
Rag : Not much. ("You already have a dozen")
Me  : Check the price,its unbelivably low ("now you can't say no")
Rag  : But its the Mango make. ("yayy I found an escape route")
Me  : So?? ("SOOO???")
Rag : Mangoes in rainy season have worms,so are sold at less price ("ha ha ha..you lost silly girl")
Me  : ???? !!!!! (??????????? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Needless to say,I lost to his argument and stepped out wondering where I went wrong! Didn't I tell you? This Man-goes crazy at times !!!

Ashwini.

Pokers...

….is what I call them. They are no aliens from unknown planet but familiar people around us who keep enormous interest in others personal life so much so that they even forget they have one too. You are dead or alive, happy or depressed are not their matter of concern but your issues with your MIL, your appearance, your weight is the fodder of their interest. They appear from no where, poke you with their useless questions and munch on the matter as if starving from years. They leave you hurt and relish on their quenched curiosity. I have plenty of them around me who deserve a bash!

Meet Miss X, a close relative, who is least interested in my job but my salary.. My question for her: do you see we both work beyond the limit, sometimes skipping the lunch and missing the celebrations that you all enjoy each day lavishly being at home?

Here is a question box, whom I hardly meet once a year. She doesn’t forget to pop up 100s of questions when ever she sees me. The questions vary from my car wipers to my colleague’s daughter’s diapers. You get the drift? So (my not so) Dear lady, if you find me avoiding you next time, you know the reason.

Then comes the most disgusting character, who considers herself none less than Aishwarya. She conveniently overlooks her waist tyres, harsh skin, horrible hair style and worst dressing sense but has a finger pointed at my hair style.. Yes MY hairstyle!! Pretty lady, it’s my decency that I’m accepting your comments with a smile,& if I reply, you wont find a place to hide your pimple face.

Worse than the former is miss zero figure. Her only motto in life: find someone heavier than her and start advising on reducing weight. And she can do this whole day, at the cost of her employer's time! If her advises were not for free, I would not buy them even for exchange of rotten eggs.

Last and the worst category are the women, mainly the proud mothers expressing unnecessary concern about those who don’t have kids. They forget the days while they faced similar situations and go on to advise the rest. As if they are the warehouse of information about medicines, remedies, precautions, warnings & good doctors, they go on and distribute the GYAN for free. Dear experienced moms, I am educated too, infact more than you and even more concerned than you are. So just keep your mouth shut and act nice, thank you.

So all you bothering ladies, let me clear the facts. I am happy the way I am, fat or thin, bald or beautiful. I have my own attitude, so please keep yours to yourself. Stop being jealous of my life and go get yourself one.

Ashwini.

Of the taxi drivers in Abu Dhabi

Yes,now you know where I live..a cool place with roaring summer around the year!A beautiful island ad mist Arabic ocean,with flora and fauna of date tress and camels,a blend of western and regional culture,with sky scrappers & wonders like the Burj and Ferrari World,spic & span beach of white sand and irresistible temperature and humidity. The capital city provides every resident a job to make money,pollution less air,traffic free roads,variety of food outlets and malls that spoil our shopping habits. For me,its the heaven on earth.

People who entertained me much in this city are the taxi drives,who at one gesture stop at my feet and take me to places. During many such ventures,I have come across drivers who are fast and furious,kind and quite,humorous and talkative and scary and demanding too! Few of them are worth recalling and so are
they here,in my space.

1.During initial days of my stay at Abu Dhabi,I came across this old taxi driver,a pathan,who drove us to the end point (place where city stretches as sea),patiently waited until we had our good time watching sunset & dropped us back home without charging a penny!Not that he was doing charity that day,but we were running out of cash with no ATM nearby & he had no time to wait further. He touched our hearts saying "koi bath nahi beta,samjunga mere bacche baitey hai" (No problem dear,I will consider that I drove my kids) and left us speechless. Believe guys,it did happen!

2.During another such situation of zero cash,the driver drove us to an ATM,waited until we drew money and collected his charge,denying our offer of a phone card of higher amount. After this incident,we always made sure to carry enough money in wallet to pay for the taxi,fearing of encountering a rude driver.

3.All the good impressions we had about drivers were wiped out when we met this guy,who suffocated us with stinking car and denied our request of lowering the glass for fresh air,stating arrogantly that our weight is the reason for suffocation! Can you beat that?

4.A probable car racer-turned-driver drove me to office in just 3 minutes (contrast to 10 mins) reminding me of all the forgotten prayers & shot my heart rate to double the normal. I had almost made silent goodbye note in mind but was relived to see me alive after that.

5.A smart driver in greed of raising the meter charge,drove me unnecessarily along longer roads pretending to escape the traffic. The smarter me asked him to stop at a place much before my destination acting as if I have less money left. You got to be the smartest to cheat me dear!

6.Sweetest of all being this particular one who not only changed FM station as per my request,but also entertained me all the way with his jokes. He made me realize that the drivers are human beings just like us,with all emotions and they too deserve our respect and kindness.

7.This one probably the new on street complimented me saying "aap kitne sweet bolthe ho" after I directed him to my destination. When I narrated this to my friends,all they asked was "did he charge you for the trip?" Sigh..all these disasters in thy name of friends...

8.Most recent being the guy who greeted me "Vanakkam" as I seated in his taxi. Rare dumbeness hit me that day and all I could say was "Madinat zayed,err,vanakkum" I feel spellbound when strangers really seriously greet me with so much respect..any idea why?

There were many more who took me by surprise with there behavior but I got to end this post here and rush to a taxi and go shopping :)

Ashwini.

He Made Me Cry..

Introducing my life partner through this post,Rag,the only person with power to make me sob and smile within seconds.Yeah,he is the hero of this story too.

Its typical Ragism to make me wait everyday before he picks me form office late evening. As per him,reason for his late arrival includes crash meeting,emergency call,urgent report requirement,traffic & yeah,missing car from the parking lot too,which wraps up the truth that he forgot where it was parked in the morning! Being used to all his nakras,I patiently wait for him each evening while calling him every 5 minutes to trace his where abouts.

One such evening was today and I stood at the office lobby sweating & watching couples walking together with envy. The first call at 7 said he is busy in a meeting & would reach me within 15 minutes. The second call at 7.15 found him waiting for lift and next two calls drove him across two streets draining 10 more minutes of my precious after office hours. Just a second before my patience burst,he stood there with a pale face,doubting wheather to smile or not. Trying to hold my anger,I tunded to FM & went blind & deaf to all his woes.

Not knowing how to soothe my anger he stumbled and trembled with fancy words until a brilliant idea hit him. I was taken to surprise when we stood infront of a chat counter,my recently found love,a place that serves the spiciest Pani puris(PP) in whole city,just the way I want,with crispy puris filled with mint water,finely chopped onion & baked beans.It will take all another post to describe my love for PPs & my struggle to find them in this desert.

Furious mind had almost calmed by now and the moment the yummilicious PP quenched my desire,I was full of smile & peace. More PPs completely cooled me down leaving water in eyes and nose,the reason for which is well known. There stood my man,beaming with victory smile,of conquering my anger, without a sword or word. We both returned home,wiping eyes and nose with satisfaction,though the reason for both were different.

And you thought I cried because he made me wait?? Silly you :)

Ashwini.

Aate Jaate...

"Aathe jaathe,hasthe gathe,socha tha maine mann me kahi baar"...This is one song from the movie Maine Pyaar Kiya,that I can keep listening in loop for 100 times and yet cant be bored..If I had played the song in cassette,the reel would have wiped and worn out within a week!

Today also, as soon as I stepped out of office,I pluged the ear phone and tuned into this song while waiting for the lift.The lift came and I got in and lost completely in the charm of this song and its sensual lyrics. Though I know its the remake version of Steive Wonder's "I just called to say,I love You",I cant help but sway away into its magical feel. Not only the music and lyrics,even Salman has added to its beauty with his mesmerising smile. As a whole,this particular song is an instant referesher for me..

So where was I?? Yes,in the lift !! While the heart went wow over the song,the brain asked why am I still in the lift? Moment of realisation hit me when I saw I am still on the same floor of the building,forgetting to press the G button! Minutes must have passed with me lost in the song within the lift. Thanking God for saving me from embarrassment,quickly reached the ground floor and hit the play button of same song again :)

Gift Wrappped Sibling

Chubby cheeks,dimple chin,curly hair,very fair.. a baby doll over all.Very beautiful,equally bold,a rare combination of beauty and brain,energetic,daring and yet a sweety pie..this is what I received as a gift from god,wrapped in golden paper with silver lace.She is none other than my little sister.

With just 3 years of difference between us,we grew up as firends,more than siblings.Always keeping an eye on each other and a healthy competition between. Going to school in cycle rickshaw,helping in homeworks,
sharing the snacks making sure none receives an extra bit,accompanying dad on his TVS to market,sharing the house chores,playing the pranks and hiding them from parents,plucking jasmine flowers in rain,watching movies at theater inspite of dad's refusal,shopping of small silly things with the least money in hand,beauty parlour visits during teenage,learning to ride cycle and later luna with each others help..there are thousand more lovely moments we shared together.

The day she fell from moving cycle rikcshaw,or when a teacher complained about her roudism in school, when she invited all her friends on her birthday without giving us notice,when she drew face with kajol and vicks,when she drowned in a water tank,when she hit a man on road while riding luna..all these and many more are the memories that I treausre life long.

Being independent and smart from young age,she has always made me proud with her achievements..be it in school/college exams,competitions,facing the principal on behalf of whole class,stunning the examiners with perfect answers,grabbing a job at two MNCs at a time,helping friends in placement,supporting dad at hard times..the place and words are insufficient to describe more.

My darling sister is enetering a new phase of her life today..getting enagaged to an equally gud gentleman..and I cant gift her anything more than this post. Lov u sis,wish u the bestest of luck and life ahead.

Ashwini.

Absent minded I am!

It was a hectic day at office..and I stepped out cursing my colleague. Waiting at the signal and shuffling through radio stations,my attention was caught by the fellow pedestrian..and the skating shoes he was balancing upon.. While I stood adoring his ability to balance on 4 little wheels,he swiftly moved to cross the road.. Still busy adoring him,I followed him blindly. And then,a sudden harsh horn from the car brought me back to normal and I realised I was crossing while the crossing signal was still red! The car honked more and I leapt to other side quickly. A shock wave through my spine shivered my heart and sweat on forehead outshowed my fear. Checked if anyone around is familiar and was relived to see none. It took few more minutes to gain back normal pulse and then I carefully walked home with double attention at signals this time.
I thanked god for saving my life that day and swore never to follow anyone blindly.. not even if he is Salman Khan himself!

A Begining From An End

A new day begins with the end of the old.A hot,humid day ends with refreshing rain.Week days boredom is kicked off by an exciting weekend.Thus,every unhappy,undesired issue ends up with begining of a new story. Recording such "end to start" stories is the motto of this blog.
With an intention to jot down every worthy moment of my everyday life,I gear up my journey of writing. Hope looking back at posts in future brings a smile of satisfaction on my lips for making the moments and thus my life,memorable.

Ashwini.