Shopping, movies...and lessons learnt

Shopping alone is quiet an unnerving experience. With a two months of untouched salary sitting in my bank account, i decided it was finally time to let myself loose in a land of uninterrupted indulgence....

its like being a kid and let loose in a candy or a toy store.
anyway, the phase one of my shopping spree began yesterday, i decided to go buy some nice Indian wear, especially after a week at ashram where i somewhat ashamedly realised that i woefully fell short of Indian wear.

here's what my shopping list looked like
two sets of salwar Kurta
A formal Handbag ( sick of carrying my signature journalist's jhola)
A well cut jacket.
shoes (yet to figure out what kind)
and yeah a haircut (that reminds me, i have ta fix up an appointment now!)

there's Dandiaya at Secunderabad club today, so finally i'll be able to party which is not work related, though i don't fancy seeing the same page 3 crowd who owe their whole existence to the pubs and nightclubs in town.

So i went to 'W', which stacked a lot of ridiculously expensive kurtis, as a matter of habit, i ended up checking out the western line, and guess what!
no prizes for guessing that i came back home with two fusion wear outfits (OK western)!

went to Odyssey, the bookstore, got this book called 'food revolution' (a must read for all disgusting dead carcases chomping 'in'humans)

and headed home
on the way picked up a DVD (bad idea, watches 3 movies which really sucked back to back and woke up at 10 am today morning, reached late to work)

picked up grocery (no use, ended up having instant noodles for dinner)

Lessons learnt

never go shopping alone or without a budget .

nor do i recommend renting those 3 in 1 movie DVD.
coz the combined effect next day is equivalent to a bad hangover and brains that feel like they desperately need to thaw after centuries in deep freezer.

For Indian wear, as boring as it sounds: Stick to Fabindia.

Eat meals on time, else you end up eating any junk that comes your way!

okay i'm done... hope this blog leaves you more enlightened on how not to DIY

Made just for me...

okay, lately, every post i've tried to write is turning out to be horribly sadistic!
been under a lot of stress, and have just not been myself at all. The situations i am in are really not pretty and am sick of being so negative, so i decided to write a blog about all the people i love and am grateful to have in my life (in random order excluding the first)

Here goes

Master....
Its not been easy, you know it better than me. But i have accepted it, coz i know the pain is never going to go away. But the only thing that matters is that you are there, come what may. And this pain is just to make me stronger and deeper than ever.

Mom....
I know i have been the biggest pain in the butt, and i probably wont get my room cleared till the end of this century. Thanks to you i know miracles like unconditional love exist.

Dad....
I am the same little girl who would run into your arms as soon as you came back home in your army combats.

Krish.....
You've grown so much, but you're still ma baby bro and i have every right to torture you.

Dinesh Bhaiya.....
I am totally confused, and you're probably the only other person who knows that. The compassion and warmth in your voice are like a balm to my aching heart

Bau....
apart form him, its you i totally aspire to be like. you're a phenomenon, that no one can explain
if only i could be half as vibrant as you.

Tapan Bhaiya....
I know you care, but i need time, god knows its taking me ages. This process is taking a lot outta me.

Rags and ami
you people are family and you don't thank family, only torture them.....so beware

Harini...
Trust me, i learn a lot from from you, being with you i know i just have to be myself.

Ree..
we talk a lot, but what we don't talk means much more. I'll never forget the day we pierced our nose, the day we took PTC, the day we travelled in Mumbai local trains eating Mc aloo tikki....

Pavs...
I was always a bit intimidated by you, coz i was so messed up back then. Now wish i had more time with you.

Manisha...
just the fact that you exist...

at this point am really emotional, so before i start bawling let me just leave after saying that there are many such who make life worth living, and just thinking about them, makes my day.

I feel so cherished and taken care of- no wonder am sucha spoilt brat, so next time i make one of my typical unresonable demands, just remember who's responsible for spoiling me.