NICE is Nice

Today I got reminded of the time in Noida when I used to go for movie, coffee and McD all alone :) Its not that my frenz never accompanied me...its just that they could not tolerate just every movie in theatre...and i was crazy to watcheach and every one. Nyways!

I m in Nice City (France) right now.

I got reminded of those bachelor singleton days because today there was nobody to accompany me on a city tour of Nice.
I was roaming all alone. Trying to find out routes with a map in hand and having such a sense of directions as i have (poor...very very poor) things simply became hilarious at a point.

I missed the bus at one spot and walked to another spot as next bus wd be after 45 minutes :P (Such a long walk that ravi will let me eat extra for this :P).
I was trying to talk to people and understand from where can I get the bus, or to know the exact location where I am in :P, best part is...all the people I talked to did not understand english, still I managed to converse with them for more than 5 minutes :P U see, bolne ke liye bhasha ki zaroorat nahi hoti...wat an idea sir ji :D, But honestly...i did not understand a single word of 'toi, phoi, kumpho, kumchu' they were uttering.
I asked some lady to click my pic, and got scared when she started talking to me :P

One guy asked time (in french) while i was walkimg. I told him time, showed my watch...god knows he was asking time or what...i cdnt understand the 'toi-phoi-kumphu-khumchu' he was blabbering. He left, i took a sigh of relief and dropped my bag on a chair where i thought of sitting for some time. But, as soon as i saw that guy turning back and coming towards me...i hurriedly picked my bag and started running :P. Can you imagine the scene??

I kept my eyes very strict and ran away from many people thinking they'll rob me :D

Bearing the cold, taking pics, entering an asian restraunt and trying to find out a dish which is fully veg :D...what not!!!!

Man, it was hilarious, it was fun!!!

I had almost forgotten what an idiot stupid kiddo I am without Ravi :P

Good nice day it has been, and now beneath a blanket with coffee in a hand, I am trying to upload some pics and write this blog to capture these memoroes for ever :)

The Flavor of Surprise

It's 28th June -- 11pm.
I am waiting for the clock to put one hand over other so that ma bday wd start, Ravi wd wish me, I'll attend few calls and then I'll doze off. Very very sleepy I was.
What? B'Day cake??..Hmm...already checked the fridge...no traces of the cake.

Letter to God!

My mom is a theist and she has taught us right from the beginning how important and powerful prayers can be. She also encouraged me to write right from the beginning. Letters, essays, cards, 'WORDS' have been with me since childhood.

I was in 2nd standard then, I was complaining mumma about something. She gave an intelligent solution "Why dont you write to God? He'll solve all your problems." :)
Yeah!!! Sounds good. Afterall, i have never written to God, so why not give it a try!

I sat with a paper torn from my H.W. copy (Homework Copy) and started writing.

Dzire to Drive!!!

Know what marriage does to you?? Read on...
There was a girl who loved driving her dad's car.
She drove on highway @ 110/hr...such was her confidence.
She took an overloaded car in heavy traffic, through narrow lanes, and none of the passengers(dada-dadi-chachi etc etc) knew driving...such was her confidence.

And then one day...she got married.

The Morning T...and Angry Me

2 weeks to go!!!

Waiting desperately when I’ll have somebody to talk to in our house besides Ravi, when somebody will come and pamper me in the way ravi wd never do…when that somebody will wake up at my first call to her…or rather will even wake up before me.
Who else…ofcourse…mumma!!!
(These statements definitely mean that m angry with u shona x-( )

It generally happens that I wake up at 7-7:30, preparer T, brkfst, get ready and start calling ravi by 8:30 or even 9 sometimes. But this guy is sooooo much found of sleep…rather ‘AALSI’ that he wd not get up!!!

Once I got so angry that I locked up the house and left for office. Before going I wrote him a letter…letter full of anger stating clearly that I won’t talk to you. And where I wrote letter...ofcourse on the first thing he picks up after getting up…’NEWSPAPER’ So intense was my anger on that day that I spoiled the entire first page of the newspaper, poor guy did not even make out what news is ‘encrypted’ behind ma handwriting :P

Hey??? It’s not funny, OK!!

He kept calling me but I wd not pick up! He called up my colleague but I wd not talk to him. How we made up things I can’t recall…but ya he wd have definitely done something sweet. I was also happy that atleast he realizes now that I need to take the first cup of T with him…spend some time talking with him in the morning before starting the hectic/lame whatever kinda day…that half an hour is so important without which the day can’t start off well!!!

This was a tale of 5 months back…and today again….m ready to write a similar story :(

Ufff!!!!!!!

Any body can propose any solution to help me? Or any solution for Ravi to get a loooong sleep without an irritated wife irritating him unstoppably???

M A Shopaholic!!!

Puzzle for you:

Tell me that one thing with which you can win a girl’s heart, that one thing with which you can rejuvenate her spoiled mood, that one thing with which you can sort out your ‘tu-tu, main-main’…the list is endless.

Any clues what am I talking about? Well, I hope you guessed it right…

It’s ShOPpiNG!!!! :D

You don’t agree?? Ask a guy with a wife, or a gf, or might be both ;) and he’ll tell you what is the significance of shopping in his life.

The word shopping takes me 3 years back, when I was in Noida. I had my own cash in pocket and for little more sugar coating…I was a spinster then!! :D Man!!! I was a shopaholic. Whenever I was too happy, or too sad, or none of these…I caught hold of any of ma friend and forced her to accompany me (Tanz was my most frequent shikar), and most of the time we entered house with minimum one baggage :P 

Then I got married and consequently I had a hubby who acted like a mirror telling me what looks good on me or what will look good in house. Gradually I became habitual…or rather…dependent on his comments/compliments. The dependency grew till an extent where I could not shop even for onion or tomatoes without his consent :P
You might think what a joke….but that’s true.

Once I got a chance to go on a shopping spree with office frenz in absence of ma manager. That was the first time I actually roamed in the lanes of commercial street, entering each and every ‘dukan’ to check what’s available, be it of any use or not :P
That day I realized what a miserable shopper I had become where I could not decide on my own whether I intend to buy something or not.

Uss din maine 1 prann liya, that I’ll fall back to ma shopping habbits and main apne shopping ka hunar waste nahi hone dungi.

And here I am..bunked office this friday and went out for shopping :P

Believe me…such a nice feeling it is to have shopped something!! And even better you feel after flaunting the shopping experience to the whole world.

Ah!!! I confess, M a shopaholic and I love shopping!

The Barking Dogs

That was the time when I was in Noida and was suffering with viral fever. My friend ‘Mili’ insisted that I must go for a check-up.

Max hospital was just few steps away from our PG, and I was in a condition that I could walk. 

How I wish the hospital was not near…how I wish we wdnt have decided to walk.

On our way, a cute little puppy came to us and started staring us, and then started making rounds around us. My frnd Mili was too impressed  (might be till that time she liked dogs! Now I can swear she hates them). She started calling the puppy with cute names.
The dog could not resist the love and attension mili was showing ‘him’ and made a long jump on her!!!

Ghosh!!!!! I still get a shiver thinking of that scene.
He caught hold of mili’s leg and dint let it go easily. I started shouting, the ‘iron wala’ and other passer bys came to our help. By that time I ran towards house to call bhaiya.

What I ran? But I had fever???
Yes!!! But I totally forgot my fever in front of that deadly scene.

Then dibu took both of us to the doctor (what happened there and after is another story…but thanks dibu for helping two suffering souls :)).
Mili was crying! And I was feeling so guilty that she got bitten because of me :(
She got those big injections. 

Since that day I, and I believe all other PG mates started hating dogs, especially cute looking puppies.

We are humans and we try to turn all our deadly memories into something which we can remember and laugh…
So we started calling our da’ling Mili ‘DOGGY’ :P
Infact, we started comparing her face with a face of a doggy, and pretended as if it resembles :P

Jokes apart!!! But Mili…love for the courage you had shown. And this ofcourse doesn’t mean that I’ll stop calling you ‘kuchi puchi barky shweetu DOGGY’ :P

So guys, this is the story behind my immense ‘nafrat’ towards dogs.
And here I have landed in a city where jahan dekho vahan koi naa koi kutta dikha jaega. You can sight 12-15 of them partying together, running   and barking after bikes
We don’t go for an evening walk on roads just because m afraid some dog will come n bite me :P
I don’t try to take new routes in Bangalore city as I am afraid that the dog won’t recognize me and jump on my bike!!
Infact, when we go by car and some dog starts running after the car, I become so happy, and I literally tease the dog showing my thumb :P:P

What? Is it funny???
No, it’s not.
Ask Mili the doggy :P

Bachpan ki Mohabbat

1 छोटा बच्चा था... बड़ी शरारत करता था ...उसकी चोरी पकड़ी जाती... :) :P

I'll tell you a very cute किस्सा today. This is a story of one of my bestttttessstttt and very very cute friend :) When he was 5 years old, he had an equally cute girl-friend (friend who was a girl) with whom he used to play daily. Then the summer vacations came and the girl went to his nanaji's place. Mr Cute started missing Ms Pretty. He spent the evenings alone at home...without playing. तन्हाई तन्हाई ...मीलों तक फैली हुई तन्हाई :(
When Ms Pretty returned, Mr Cute was so overwhelmed with joy...उसकी ख़ुशी का तो ठीकाना ही नहीं रहा .
He had recently learned how to write and was proud of his achievement...being able to make his own words and scribble it over paper. So, our hero decides to write a letter expressing how he missed her, a small letter on a small sized paper...छोटे packet में बड़ा धमाल . And he runs to her house shouting 'पोस्टमेन आया पोस्टमेन आया' and drops the letter in the letter box.

The letter is picked by the girl's mother and...and...and.....पूरे मौहल्ले में बात फ़ैल गयी that hero ने heroine को luv letter लिखा है :D :D
One didi came to him and asked 'letter likha hai??? bata naa...kya likha???' Then did he realize की कुछ तो अजब कारनामा कर दिया है महाशय ने :D:D
he gained a different identity at the age of 5....wow!!! what a hero :)
one fine day, his chacha came home and very sweetly asked the boy in front of his mom...क्या लैटर लिखा है पास वाली लड़की को??? The super-mom turned towards his son and gave 'that' look to the lad and...satakkkkkkkk!!!!! Yeah...that was a slap :P

Ofcourse, my cute friend does not remember any extensions to the story.

But ya, after 20 odd years, when he went to see a girl (Ya...ladki dekhna wala 'see a girl'), he did something...such that as soon as he left, the girl's dadi came स्मिलिंग to her and with immense interest asked her "तुजे चिट्ठी दे कर गए हैं क्या???"

:)

What did he do???

He gave the girl a small ...very small piece of paper...his visiting card...and scribbled his mail id and phone numbe over it :P

Abb purani aadat hai...aasani se to nahi jaegi naa :P

So, this is a story of ma best friend. Any guesses who is he???

M not well...Yippieee :)

I am suffering with Chicken Pox...Thank God for that :)
What??? U really think m crazy???
Unhu Unhu...plz read on.

Well...how about i ask my boss "Hey bossy, i wont work for 10 days...i need a freaking break!!!!"
Unh...i dont think i know his answer...the point is...i wont be able to ask that 1st of all. This sickness has made me realize how workaholic i have become..and believe me, it's a sad feeling.
So here comes my bro for rescue...hey di, do any godamn thing in world, but plz...STOP THINKING ABOUT WORK. ok. I'll follow it. n hey...m relieved :) n m happy :)

Or let me imagine...i walk up home from work one fine day and tell ravi..."I don wanna cook n clean...JUST FOR 10 SWEET DAYS" and throw a filthy smile @ him :-) :-D :-P
Noooooo...it's difficult to imagine...again, m8 be ravi accepts this happily bcoz i know he loves me, or m8 be he gets annoyed (love is not everything in life after all :P)... i cant imagine his reaction, again the point is....i cant do that!!

Or how many time does that happen that mom calls me and tells "Meri Pyarai Bitiya...abb kaisi hai???" Yeah i know that's the way my name is stored on their cells 'Pyari Bitiya' , but how many times actually do i hear it in in words :):)

So, i thank god for blessing me with this sickness which has not left me bedridden, alongside has given me enough time to njoy, watch movies, have good food, do surfing all day long, read whatever i like, chat for the entire day, receive calls from all over the world... :):):)
Its good to feel important, wanted, the focus of somebody's (read everybody's) life, to get so much of attention, care, love.

Aaah!!! m blessed :)
But Sonal correctly said yestday "इंसान कभी भी खुश नहीं रेहता!"
So God! here i am praying ... Thanks for making my life heaven for all these days.
But please, please recover me soon. I wanna go out, feel weather, see the world, take a bath and feel fresh, and most of all...hug ravi, put my head on his shoulder and talk to him. It's hard...really hard to shoo him away :)

A small story...

It's friday night...and as usual...we sat for watching a movie at 11 in the night.
The movie is damn interesting...it's about terrorism and US spies and it has an interesting face of Leonardo...still...i slept in between. Why??

Hmm..a question to which i can associate a sad story of life...well, this is the time when my 'BAI' is not coming. She's celebrating Sakrant for 5 days, which simply means, she wont come for 5 days...5 GODDAMN DAYS :(
So i did all the brooming and sweeping, fought with the utensils until they came out clean and shining...hufff!!!! Believe me...if every girl starts doing it like the old times, then half of the gyms will definitely shut down.
Ok! getting back to the story, i was damn exhausted by the EOD and even leonardo couldn't help much in keeping my eyes wide open. So i slept. Mind you, movie was still running as today surprisingly ravi was wide awake till the end of the movie.

Next Day: Saturday, that is today!
My eyes opened at 7:30 in the morning. And as soon as i got up, i planned to finish the movie. Hey comeon, this is not odd ok! This is not the first time i was about to watch a movie early in the morning(yes, 7:30 is too early for me), without shining my teeth, or gulping down a hot liquid. I used to do it quite very often during college days. I had watched 3 movies back to back and believe me, instead of getting tired, i was feeling all fresh :D. The record of fourth movie on the roll stopped just bcoz of mum's concern "Betu aaja, thodi der hamare sath baith le, fresh ho jaegi...continuously 1 sath itna nahi padhna chahiye" :P

Back to the story: so i plan to finish my movie. While going to the TV, i crossed the kitchen, and just the site of it changed all my plans. In 5 mins time, instead of watching the movie i was again having a war with utensils.
Hmm...utensils done, now let me continue with movie, but a look around the house...and in 5 mins, i was standing with a broom in my hand. After all, it's My House and i cant bear to see it messy and ugly.
Hehe! How things change.

While cleaning the house i just recalled those childhood memories when mum used to be crazy after cleaning the house, and we being the kids used to torture her more with throwing things here and there. We always used to tell her, comon mum, please watch a movie with us...this flick is really nice. But she wouldnt take a sign of relief till she was done with all the core activities...we could never understand why does she love working more than njoying a film?
But now...I do!
Sorry mum, sorry for not understanding you that time and sorry for rendering the least help when u actually required.

Anyways! this is a small story of how life changes after marriage.
But i have a magical 'always-make-you-happy' ginnie, who not only knows cooking...but cooking is also his passion :)
He always makes sure to give an 'happily ever after' ending to all my stories :)
So, as i end up writing this blog, my ginnie is ready with T n brkfst for his wife :)

One Fine Holiday

It was April 2008.
Though i made this entry elsewhere a long time ago, still making an entry in my blog as i dont want to forget these sweet memories.

We had undergone a rough phase in life. Nothing seemed to be in-place. So hubby dear suggested going for a holiday….somewhere far faaar away!!! Away from our hectic schedule, away from tragedies of life, away from boredom which had ___ us….
The place he decided to take me was…Turtle Bay Beach Resort!
Before even we reached there, one glance of sea from a far away desistance was enough to turn us on.
When we actually reached there, it was HEAVEN. The resort back gate opened on the sea shore. Hardly 20 steps of walking distance from the Cottage we stayed in.

Few memories i'll always love to cherish:
That was an amawas ki raat.so we cd see the stars very clearly…ravi ke achanak mann me aaye…drawing karni hai (inspired by that airtel add). Main taaron se ravi ko dil ka shape banwa rahi thi…n ravi ne usme dinosaur ka shape imagine kar liya…wah!!!! kya romantic imagination hai mere hubby dear ki :P
Bus me mujse ladai kar rahe the…to main rooth kar baith gayee….
Muje manane ke liye kya tareef ki hai….amazing….
Teri giraffe jaisi neck…bhains jaisi naak…sherni jaisi aankhen…blah blah blah….romantic naa? :)
Hey hubby d’ling….don kill me after reading this post :P…kya Karen….sach to chhipaye nahi chhupta ;) :P
But even after all this….u al choo cshweet… ma chweethrt chona!!!

U know what…ravi gave me an amazing ride on his back along the sea shore….absolutely quixotic…but real!!!!
N watching that perfect sunset….sitting on a rock…hands in hands…my head…his shoulder…
N those night walks along the shore…under that start studded glittering sky…it was like I’m imagining with starry-eyes…unforgettable yaar…will miss it forever….till we go to some beach next time ;) :)