The "I" that is so "I"rritating!

There is this one fashion blog that I read occasionally. Unfortunately the author of that blog insists on talking about herself on the blog...which is what every blogger does I guess, write about themselves, their lives, their views, their opinions etc. But this particular blogger...Oh My God!!! she is so very annoying. She just WOULD NOT shut up about how the whole world thinks she is so lucky, how her husband is like a knight in shining armour, how she gets annoyed when strangers act too chummy with her, how she think this annoys her and that annoys her and what not. Just zip it woman, already. Its infuriating to read her blogs, she is seriously full up to here (imagine me pointing to 2 inches above my head, and I am fairly tall) with it. I know, if her more-than-usual-blogger-narcissism irritates me so much, I should just stop reading her blog, more so since her fashion experiments are not that delightful to the eye, but I don't know why I have this perverse need to check her blog twice a week and then go on fuming about it. I have not really told anyone in my real life about this particular irritant, so I thought its best to get it out here.

Here is wishing everyone a very happy new year of the dragon.

Cheers!

The New and the Year

The 28th year of my existence has begun...or will begin this year in August. So much has changed in the last year - I left a a job that I never imagined I would leave, I agonized over my joblessness for almost 6 months, I built up a social life right down from scratch.

These unavoidable changes that result from moving to a completely new country have also forced me to make some temperamental adjustments. I am not as socially awkward as I used to be. Earlier in the day, just the thought of starting a conversation with a stranger made me break into a sweat. I would just stand and stare and occasionally try to smile through a clenched jaw, which almost always gave the impression of haughtiness. Only I knew how uncomfortable I was and how I envied the people who could effortlessly start a relaxed conversation with a stranger. But leaving behind the life as I knew it, forced me to put myself out there and taught me the importance of easy-breezy conversation starters. I am so much more at ease now when I speak with people that I have never interacted with in my life before.

Another thing that the year has taught me is the importance of cherishing the time you get to spend with your friends. Its downright depressing to realize suddenly that I never will be able to be with all my friends together at the same time and same place. My friends are now all across the bloody globe!!

I also realized that whining and crying and blaming others gets you nowhere. If I don't like the way my life is shaping up, I will have to change it myself. No amount of wallowing in self-pity will bring about any good. The moment I sat up straight and decided to take control of things, the doors to all sorts of opportunities opened up.

I am glad that my five years of slumbering received a much deserved shake-up in 2011. I look forward to 2012 and here is the short list of my resolutions, for no-one's benefit in particular:

- the usual, lose weight!!

- keep your cool,

- stop being a cynic,

- write regularly,

- be more forgiving..some people cant help it if they are born a@#holes!

so long and have a wonderful year ahead.

I could really use a wish right now....

The thing that is keeping me happy these days is my new set of "Chinese Checkers". Ain't it pwetty !! I bought it a couple of weeks back from this quaint little shop in Wanchai which housed all sorts of pre-dominantly Chinese games...Mahjong, Chinese Checkers etc. I saw a similar set in the museum shop at the Forbidden City (Beijing), but it cost a bomb. So when I saw this set with its shiny colorful marbles...I was in love. And it cost a pittance, so all the more reason for me lusting after it. I took it home and unveiled it to CC, who was sufficiently excited. Little did the poor soul know what was to come. So initially it started just as fun and then as is with all such things, it has become an obsession. I just wait all day long for CC to come home, at which point I take out the set and start arranging the marbles, completely ignoring CC's groans and grunts about "Not AGAIN!!". I force him to play atleast 3- 5 games with me, before letting him off after his groaning and grunting reduce to pleading. You see, I love this game so much, because my winning rate at it is almost 99%. And I think CC hates it so much, because he hardly ever wins against me. Admittedly, there are very few games at which I am able to beat CC (Scrabble prolly, but CC will deny it vehemently), so when I have finally found a game where I can feel that rush too, where I can be smug too, I ain't letting it go, not yet, anyway, even if my husband has taken to retching (symbolically ) every time I pull out the set. *evil laughter fills the air with the sound of marbles being placed on the checkers board*

The Perfect Drug

I have decided today to talk about my drinking patterns.

DISCLAIMER: I am a social drinker and not someone in need of an AA course, so save your sympathies for where they are actually required.

So me and a few friends experimented a little with alcohol when we were in college, but we were social retards considering the knowledge and expertise of the college-going population today and for that matter quite a few of my fellow collegians. So in college it essentially started in my 3rd year with a 60 ml (me thinks) bottle of white mischief which was shared between at least four to five people with tonnes of sprite. The first time I seriously got drunk (at least I thought so) was on I think 2 sips of the above mentioned drink on my birthday and I kept on crying after that. However I had to bunk the night at a relative's place, so when a friend echoed the concern I immediately became un-drunk. I am pretty sure I imagined getting drunk. The next time was a day before my college placements where I SERIOUSLY got drunk and came back to the hostel with a blasting headache and severe scolding from one of my best friends. On the day of the interview, the hangover had disappeared, but it didn't take away with it the fact that I had not prepared one BIT for the interview. Praise be the Lord, I was the last one to be interviewed and the interviewers were pretty bored and tired, so they didn't torture me all that much, and lo-behold, I got through and landed a job!! Finally I landed in Bombay, and gave my body and soul to everything that was alcohol. C'mon I had abstained for long enough and now I had the job and everything and best was I had the bloody money to buy whichever kind I wanted. So I started with Rum, which I dint like one bit. Then for a while it was Tequila Shots. But I was in no mood to be labelled a skank, so I switched to pretending to like Vodka. But Vodka made me do bad things, BAD THINGS. So I decided it was time to leave the wild ways behind and turned over to demurely sipping wine. Wine, I stuck to for a long long time. I think 2 years almost. But I was bored of it and hated the fact that bottoms-up with wine was not the COOL thing to do. So I searched and wandered waiting for the perfect thing to come my way. Then it happened. I was reading the reviews for the recently re-opened ESCOBAR in Bandra and I chanced upon someone saying that they had the best Whiskey Sours. So I went there with the girlfriends one Saturday evening and ordered one Whiskey Sour....and that was it. I haven't looked back ever since. I actually found something with alcohol, that was yummy and tasty. I had something that I could drink just for the taste of it and not for the purpose of getting high. But it is not a very very common cocktail like a Bloody Mary or an LIT, so because and ONLY BECAUSE, at a few places my beloved cocktail is unavailable, I have developed a casual affair with the Cosmopolitan. Of course the Whiskey Sour and I have a passionate and committed relationship, and it does not mind my occasional rendezvous with the Cosmopolitan. So thats my history.

Statutory Warning: Consumption of alcohol can be injurious to your health.

Happiness is a Warm Blanket

So here I am. Living as a "housewife" in an absolutely new city. "Absolutely" here refers to the absolutely absolute. I literally had no friends (okay, okay, perhaps one) when I moved here and I had not given this whole shift a moment's thought, till I landed here, when I went "O'Oh".

Your old city is always like a warm blanket, cozy with the familiarity of friends, places, food, activities. So even though you may feel an odd chill or two, with the old city you are always wrapped in a soft warm blanket feeling all balmy and lovely. Then a day comes when you intentionally trash the blanket and try to be adventurous and decide to sleep somewhere cold with nothing but a few threadbare sheets. The result, dear reader, is hypothermia!

So you get it right, my symbolism? Hypothermia being homesickness?

Err...the point of this post was to familiarize you all with my state for the first couple of weeks after moving here, I was MISERABLE. But CC has been very nice to me, even when I lost it completely, he most often than not, let me rave around and feel really sad.

But then I started meeting new people and realized Hey! I am in this new place, meeting new people, doing new things (food remains a sore point though), so I better start treating this as the adventure it was supposed to be.

So yea, I will be fine and you needn't worry (if were not worried after reading this post, you just have a stone cold heart! ).

That's all for now and I sincerely hope that I will be writing much more than the current sorry state of affairs.

TTD

Taking cue from a fellow blogger’s post (and due to lack of anything better to write about), here’s a list of the things that I can tick off the "150 THINGS TO DO BEFORE YOU TURN 30" list:

03. Climbed a mountain

08. Said “I love you” and meant it

10. Bungee jumped (does reverse bungee jumping count?)

13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise

23. Gotten drunk on champagne

36. Danced like a fool and didn’t care who was looking

38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment

41. Taken care of someone who was drunk

42. Had amazing friends

43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country

47. Taken a road-trip

48. Gone rock climbing

49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach

58. Sung karaoke

59. Lounged around in bed all day

62. Kissed in the rain

63. Played in the mud

64. Played in the rain

65. Gone to a drive-in theatre (open air theater with picnic basket and rugs, without any cars…counts?)

68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken

69. Toured ancient sites

70. Taken a martial arts class

72. Gotten married

74. Crashed a party

80. Gotten a tattoo

83. Gotten flowers for no reason

84. Performed on stage

86. Recorded music (songs in my own voice)

88. Kissed on the first date

89. Gone to Thailand

94. Spoken more than one language fluently

98. Passed out cold

100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over (will be doing that soon)

102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking with the windows open

110. Broken someone’s heart

115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears

118. Ridden a horse (juhu beach rides count?)

122. Slept for 30 hours in a 48 hour period

127. Eaten sushi (and major yukkk!!)

128. Had your picture in the newspaper

132. Touched a cockroach

146. Dyed your hair

147. Been a DJ (at house parties…yeah sure!)

148. Shaved your head

One hundred and six (106) tasks to finish in 2.5 years….what a laugh!

Kutte main tera khoon pee jaoonga!

Often, while watching a hindi television serial, I find myself wondering “puhleese! Who talks like that in real life”. Then I have to remind my self that its only a serial and obviously no one talks like that in real life.

So this post is dedicated to certain words/phrases/dialogues that I have repeatedly come across in movies and serials and that I am pretty sure only a half-wit/drama queen will use in real life:

- ma-babuji, humaare liye to aapka ashirwad hi kaafi hai (mom-dad, your blessings are enough for us)

This line is preceded usually by the parents’ effort to gift something material to the children. C’mon now, which one of us will actually NOT take the gift on offer and that too from our parents and instead blurt out the above stupidity!

- iska to main wo hasher karoongi, ki iski saat pushte yaad karengi (I will do so much harm to him/her that his/her next seven generations will remember)

I know we have all had murderous thoughts about somebody or the other atleast once in our lives and we want to do exactly what is written above to the intended target…but have we ever EVER used the lines above aloud to express what we intend to do..EVER

- shaadi aise dhoom dhaam se karenge ki saara shahar dekhta rah jaayega, aakhir “add surname” ke khaandaan ki shaadi hai (we will arrange the marriage with such pomp and show that the entire city will remember, afterall its “add surname” family’s wedding)

The number of times these dialogues are used in the movies/serials, the poor population of the intended cities would have a hard time remembering the numerous weddings that they are supposed to remember for their lifetimes

- us gaadi ka peecha karo (follow that vehicle)

Infact I recently used the line above (asking our driver to follow a friend in another car who was supposed to show us the direction to some place), but only because I have wanted to use this line for almost all my life and never ever got the opportunity

.- dosti ki hai, nibhani to padegi (since we are friends, we will have to work on this friendship)

Or not! Alternatively, you can drop the above-referred friend like a hot potato, rather than living your life with such a “friend” being a pain in the backside, just because you made an error in judgment in the past and decided to befriend him/her

- tumhaare liye ye keval kale moti honge, par mere liye ye mera suhaag hai, meri taakat hai (for you these must be just black pearls, but for me these are my married woman’s marks (??), my strength)

“!!!!!”

The following two phrases are probably not that cheesy, but I find them irresistibly funny

- tumhari itni jurrat (How dare you)

Ofcourse, that’s why I did what I did and what led you to blow your top off and use these lines!

- machuaaro ki basti ( colony of fishermen)

This is seriously funny and I am pretty damn sure that no one in the past decade in a real life conversation would have tried to describe any piece of geography the above words

Hope you survive the week!