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