Magic of Christmas

Today in the morning as I was watching various videos on Christmas Carols on Youtube ( FYI : I love Carols !! (ヅ)  ) I came across this amazing song that left me mesmerized ! It is truly the best song ever written on Christmas.

The song is about , how we all look forward to Christmas for all the gifts , sweets , snow , vacation and Santa !! But in that bargain we get forget how to feel the real magic of Christmas - that is keeping 'Christ' in 'Christ'mas after all Jesus is the reason for this season.(ヅ)

Do watch !!

Wish you all a wonderful and merry Christmas. Happy holidays !! ヽ(^o^)ノ
And keep singing ヽ(*￣o￣*)ノ♩♫♪

Things I don't Understand ...

 I thought I’d put together a little list of things I genuinely don’t understand, because it puzzles me and maybe someone can shed some light on some of the things mentioned. Also because it’s always good to rant.

1)   Why I have a thing for dimples. ;)

2)   Cats.

3)   Google + 

4)   Why my pants don’t button anymore. ( Sigh! )

5)   Dusting.

6)   People who say words in their eternity. Abbreviations were created for a reason, use them.

7)   Mean people.

8)  Why Brad Pitt chose Angelina Jolie over Jennifer. IT’S JENNIFER ANISTON YOU IDIOT ! 

9)   People who don’t watch Grey’s Anatomy.

10) Why yoga pants aren’t considered “work appropriate”.

11) I do not JUDGE you, but I do not understand people who say things like “I like getting up early” “I don’t really watch television” “No, just one drink for me” and “no more pizza, thank you” because if there was unlimited pizza I would eat it till I was dead.

12)  Why I cannot just waltz into any McDonald’s and get an Egg McMuffin at 11pm like I’ve wanted to do ALL MY LIFE.

13)  How to keep nail polish from chipping.

14) Big Boss.

15) Why Katrina Kaif is so famous. 

16) Why men take on the assumption that NOTHING needs to be put away. Like nothing. Ever.  

17) Miley Cyrus.

18) Why people read your message and never reply back.

19)  Why people like horror movies.

20) When people physically fight over things that don't matter, like sports. 

21) Why girls can't leave the house without make-up. 

22) When people get really emotionally invested and interested in the lives of celebrities.

I am a huge fan of Hollywood rom-com !! And just like many people out there, I have always wondered if love like this ever exists in real life ?? Or are they too good to be true ??

And then, I got the answer to my question, when I met him. Love like this, does exists !! You just have to wait to meet that special person.And then, you'll know.

He is my love, my kiddie ❤ He is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.My soul- mate .and he knows what's on my mind, even before I can think !! like literally !! 

And this is for him ツ You complete me ❤ I love you sooooooo muuccchhh  ❤  
Hugs you super tight  (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥ muuuuaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 

The Cho Cha !!!

For all those people who either actually know me, or have actually read my blog in the past (Hugs!!!), there is one thing that might, just might, be a teensy weensy bit apparent by now.

I’m interested in food. Like… it does hold a bit of importance in my life. Like…my life might just revolve around it, you know…just a teensy weensy lil bit.

So the food I have does tend to alter and determine my moods, my actions, and sometimes life altering decisions. 

 

So there happen to be a few rules, a few theories revolving around different food items in my life. The Chop suey Theory is one very important one among them. Now I can’t go into details about it…its really top secret, and I am still waiting for the patent to come in…but it has held true these past twenty one years,( soon to be) and deserves due respect. And recently, to pay my respects, I have embarked upon a Chop suey Challenge.

The challenge is simple.

Singapore.

Random tiny Chinese restaurants.

One American Chopsuey.

And so it began.

Location: Authentic Chinese Restaurant

Order: Pepper Chicken, American Chopsuey, Pepsi

Time Taken: Torturous

 

And I kid you not. I thought my watch had stopped. All time and matter stood still, not even a slight ruffle in the chicken’s feathers as it faced its last few moments in a kitchen somewhere. That’s how long it took. But there was a very valid explanation for it, as I will soon let you know.

 

The place was nice, the way a Chinese restaurant should be. Because in my experience, the best Chinese is not the Bercos, Golden Dragons and Five Spices of the world…even though I love all those as well. There’s something about sitting in a small, brightly lit chinki* family run restaurant, with one Chinese fan adorned on the wall to make it look more authentic and a little stained menu with at least two price revisions scratched out with a pen…it just makes the experience…well…an experience. And the food’s usually good.

 

So I placed my order, and waited with bated breath.  And waited. And waited some more. Just when all the oxygen of my before mentioned bated breath had run out and stars were popping before my eyes, I spotted the reason for the delay. Some ten packets of home delivery.

Hmph.

Oh well, the food came.

 

I tasted the chop suey. The crunchy sweet orangy chop suey. I opened my mouth to comment on the taste, but the conversation on the next table proved to be rather distracting.

Two women with extremely painted and botoxed faces (I swear they couldn’t smile even if they wanted to) walked in and were greeted rather warmly by the waiter.

“Ok, show us the photos.”

 

The waiter eagerly bowed, ran in and came back with his fancy phone. He then showed them some photos in a rather conspiratory manner. They nodded at each other and smiled (or at least I think that’s what the frozen face muscles were trying to do).

“Oh, they’re cute!”

More nods.

“They have been with me since they were babies. I have taken really good care of them.”

Awww…his little adopted chinki kids.

“They’ll adjust to our home well.”

Huh? Suddenly my full attention was with them. Lil cute chinki slave traders.

“So once we take them, do we need to give them cooked food? Or just raw food would do?”

Huh??

“No no…don’t bother cooking. Just make sure you give them enough water throughout the day. That’s enough for them.”

Wtf…inhuman ^%&$*!!

“So your final price is 8000? Nothing less?”

Nods. Looks exchanged. Handshake.

The price of a lil cute chinki kid = Rs. 8000 wonly. ( are they going to make them massage their frozen muscles ??!!! )

“Don’t worry…they’re very well trained. They won’t take flight.”

Hmph.

“Yes…I really love pets…and I think birds are perfect.”

Ok…so you knew what that conversation was about right from the beginning. But believe you me, when you’re sitting in that tiny restaurant, starved by the wait, hogging away on crunchy chopsuey, your mind does take you in weird random directions.

Oh…the chop suey!!

It was…perfect.

Well, it did come late. And for some weird reason there was no egg on it. But it was perfect.

It was just the right amount of crispy.

It was just the right amount of sweetness.

It adhered to the right gravy to noodles ratio.

And the noodles were broken just the right size.

It was really worth the wait.

21 years. ( well ... soon to be .. )

P.S. It might be important to mention here that the birdie negotiations were being handled by the waiter…erm…the sole waiter. So for half an hour, all orders, all payments and all requests of each and every person in that restaurant came to a standstill.

P.P.S. 8000 bucks for birds? Really??? You know the amount I can shop in that much?!?

*I hate the word ‘chinki’.  I know its racist. But I’m hoping I’ll be excused here on the pretext of creative liberties.

The midnight mission

After twisting and turning in bed for what it seemed like ages last night, I got up and decided to clean my wallet ! (I'll get to the significance of my wallet in a minute).Of course there were other better ways of wasting time in the middle of the night, but I decided to do something I had not done in maybe a year. So there I was, wide awake, at 3'o clock in the morning with the sole intention of giving my wallet a decent look. The task was simple: to pick out everything one by one, decide which ones deserve a place in my wallet and throw away the rest. However, it turned out to be not as simple a task as I had thought it would be.

Okay, so what's so special about my wallet ? Absolutely nothing, except from the fact that it's huge. It's really huge. Friends, who have seen it, always ask me "what do you have in there?" I always tell them that women like big wallets so that they can carry their worlds in them. But that is just a lame explanation, because all my other female friends here have small and thin wallets. Ofcourse they have big hand bags and/or side bags where they carry their worlds in, but that's not the point here. So honestly, I don't even know why I need to carry such a huge wallet, because I hardly have cash in there.

Apart from that, it's all apparently useless stuff: some old and torn movie tickets , some Café Coffee Day napkins, a few Indian coins, quite many old receipts of restaurants and coffee shops, a few bus tickets and a small piece of paper which has a list of things I need to buy for the ongoing week (and this one gets replaced every week or so). I really wonder how these 'few' things make my wallet look so big and heavy!

 So last night, I started off by taking everything out of the wallet and putting only the selected ones back in. I put the cards, some cash and the to-buy list first back into the wallet. Now, about the rest. Most of the tickets and receipts were damaged and hazy. I couldn't even read the small letters, so there was no way of knowing what we had ordered at the restaurants or which movie we had gone to see. I could just make out the names of the shops or the theaters.I smiled to myself and put them back in. Memories.

 I hardly remembered where I was going and why I had kept them for so long. I could just remember those indefinite hours spent in the buses, reading books; the verbal fights between the bus conductors and some fellow passengers and those regular arguments over the ‘Ladies’ seats. I put them back in too. . Then those few Indian coins which I had purposefully retained before coming here. They’ll stay, I said to myself and put them back again.

  Now the job was almost done, except for the few napkins and small coins. A friend of mine and I had this habit of writing things down on the napkin whenever we were at the Café Coffee Day. We wrote mostly about each other, what we like and dislike about each other and stuff. Sometimes when we were bored, we just made smileys or funny faces on the tissue papers and then I used to take them with me as memoirs. Going through these napkins took most of my time last night. Ofcourse I couldn’t remember which Café we had gone to. The only things I remembered were the time I spent with the few people I now consider family, the things we did and discussed, FOOD and so much more. I smiled to myself because I knew what I was going to do with those napkins - put them back in !

 Bottom-line: I spent a couple of hours dissecting my wallet, and now my wallet looks and weighs exactly the same (both from inside and outside) as it did before I went on this mission. Agreed, I could have thrown out some of the coins.Maybe I'll throw them away the next time I try cleaning my wallet. And I don’t remember when I went to bed finally last night :) 

She strode along the pavement, not stopping, not looking back, not knowing where she was going. Her heart was thumping hard, and her jaw was set and tense. The snow had turned to slush, a cold drizzle was coating her hair and dripping down her neck. But with every step she felt a little better. With every step she was further into anonymity, away from the shocked faces of her family.

Her whole body pricked with anger .She’d never witnessed such an ugly family scene.She closed her eyes she felt raw and vulnerable , not ready for this. People would surely expect her to answer question, to reassure them and help them digest this piece of startling information .But she had barely digested it herself .

Her condition was a nebulous fact floating around her mind, unwanted and uninformed, as yet presentable to the outside world. She couldn’t articulate what she thought about it, could no longer distinguish between emotional and physical sensation. She was still confused .She still wasn’t sure what it felt like? To have a child inside you? But she didn’t want to answer that question. She didn’t want to think of herself as carrying a child.

She stopped in a corner and cautiously laid her hand over her stomach. When she imagined whatever was inside her, it was small; it was like a small shellfish, or a snail.  Something coiled up and hardly human something indeterminate. It was another day older. Another day more developed. Perhaps it had features by now. Perhaps it had little hands, little toes. It was a boy or a girl. A little person, growing inside her. Whose life had not yet begun. Whose life might, if she chose, progress no further.  A wave of strong feeling, half grief, half sickness, swept over her, and she began to tremble. She had to decide whether another human’s life should go ahead or not.

The thought transfixed her. She felt almost overcome by her burden, overwhelmed by the decision she was going to have to make, for a moment she thought she might collapse, sobbing, on the hard pavement. But instead, with a slight impatient shake of the head, she thrust her hands deeper into her pockets and, teeth gritted, began to walk once again.

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You are everything !!!

As a kid, I was dreamed about falling in love with a prince, who would come in a silver shining armour, and gallop away with him on his horse into a hazy, peach orange sunset. I waited for so long for that dream to come true and in the end it did . And that moment felt like a fairytale !!

It felt like a million angels had decided that I was good this year and deserved someone amazing - YOU !! You make me feel like the happiest girl alive every second of every day.You make me feel like there is no other, like you are the only one I will ever love. And I know deep down in my heart: you are the only one I will love. And the only one I ever plan on Loving.

I can have a really bad day one day, and you can just text me and I forget what I did that day and I will be so happy, you make my day a hundred times better and no matter what you say it just makes me feel so good about myself. And every time we talk it feels like my stomach is doing non stop back flips and my heart beats like crazy just by hearing your amazing voice ....  

You always compliment me in every way possible, and I write them down and read them and smile and think ' what good have I ever done in my life to deserve someone like you .. someone who is so amazing !!! ' . Before I go to sleep you always say "Goodnight, Sweet dreams , sleep tight " It makes me feel so good... you make me have premature ventricular contractions !!! you make me skip a heart beat ...

Love had become just another word for me until you gave it a definition, and you have...you are my love till the end... nothing makes me feel different unless it's more love, and that is every day and every hour and every second... you are my love , my only love... for today , tomorrow and forever ..

You are the only one I can talk non-stop to .. I can talk my heart and then still manage to talk something more to you.. you know me inside out .. even better than i know myself .. you know when i am angry .... you know when i am sad .. and you try so much to make me feel happy again .. !!!! And you also tolerate all my tantrums !! :P and wait for me ... long endless waits ... I really don't know how you do it ... With us it is  fantastic,passionate,scary as hell, scary because i feel so many emotions at one time !!! Literally, one extreme to another...  and also because it was something that I never felt in my life before ...  something so extreme !!!!

But I am happy that I had those feelings, I feel light on my feet, my head in the clouds, I only think of you. Your face, your laugh, ,your soft words, your kisses....I knew I was in love. 

 I love you like stop motion; deliberately and in small increments. Every little bit of you I allow myself comes with a price. I’ve learned I must pace myself with you. I’m easily addicted and you are a poison. Murder has never been this delicious…or voluntary.

 you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am perfectly content to be with you for the rest of my life. I am perfectly content to give you all of me. I love you so much. I need you so much. You are everything to me.

I spend everyday counting the days until we meet... talking to you always brings a huge smile on my face .. without you i am incomplete ... i wish i was there wth you .. but even though your so far away you feel so close to my heart .. i always look at the sky and smile cause i know the sky is something that we both share .. i wish you were near .. bt dont worry .. we'll get through this .. I dream about you .. about us everyday and every night  .. and i'll always be here counting the days until we meet each other ... <3 A lifetime of you is not enough, but it is more than I deserve ! Forever is a long time but I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side. Tell me that everyday I get to wake up to that smile. I wouldn’t mind it at all.  You will always be my love , my shona , my babu , my shonu , my kiddie , my gubbara .. My everything ..

Babu, this is all for you. There are thousands and thousands of words in this post . and every single one of them belongs to you. I thought that if I could form the perfect post, the perfect paragraph or sentence I would be able to convey to you just how much I love you ! But in the hundreds of thousands of words I still haven’t done that. I still don’t know how to craft the perfect sentence structure and choose the perfect diction and word order to adequately express how much you mean to me, how much I need you, how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe I’ve been over-thinking it. Maybe the perfect sentence has already been formed

It’s been getting harder and harder for me to write here. That’s because what we share together is too precious and perfect for me to capture accurately. My feelings are so hard to put into words. Even now, I’m racking my brain, trying to come up with a strong enough diction to paint a picture of what I feel for you. But I’ll try anyway…
I’m lying here on my bed and my brain is doing that thing again - that thing where it takes a memory of you and amplifies, magnifies, copies, and basically overloads my mind with nothing but you. Now my chest hurts and I have this overwhelming urge to cry because it’s times like these when I want you next to me so badly it physically hurts. I literally ache for you. And I wonder if you ever feel this way too. I wonder if you hurt like I do… I wonder if without me you feel like you can’t breathe. I wonder if without me you can’t sleep. I wonder if you have to fight to get me off your mind. Because I do.
Maybe the only way to sum it all up is in three words; eight letters. 
I love you.

                                                                                                Yours forever,
                                                                                                 Me.

This is my India !!

Good news. I’ve found the answer to life. Bad news! It’s death. A scientific study of 7 billion people of different genders, races and “Which Shah Rukh Khan Movie Are You?” answers showed that there are only two things that we all have in common. We are all “Tere Naam” and we all die. In India, we die more than most, and we do it in style.

There are 1.2 billion of us, most of whom live in deplorable conditions. People die uncared for on the streets. Others look at them and thank the stars that they have a roof over their heads, even though they had to pay six men from the BMC (and the baba who chanted at a coconut and set it on fire for luck) for the illegal house. Which then collapses and kills them instantly. Others join politics to fight the corruption that causes such senseless death, and they do a great job of it, until the day they meet with an unfortunate accident that kills them. But we continue to believe in this totes (short for “my education was a waste”) amazing ideal of India, and we put men at our borders to preserve it, and then one day, five of them die. And then a voice from the other side says “Sorry uncle galti se shot maara” and we tell the kids they can’t play cricket for a few years, and the prince and Cinderella live happily ever after.

We die with such consistent ease in this country that the only way we can deal with it is to turn it into entertainment. A 14-year-old girl dies and a nation hangs on forensic details. A troubled lady hangs herself, and the public glare is so intense that it magically makes Aditya Pancholi relevant again. And natural disasters? Those things are a godsend. The waters in Uttarakhand filled up half the valley and more importantly, every single news programming hole in a one month radius. Finally a wholesome tragedy the entire family could enjoy. Illegal construction along riverbanks! Biblical rainfall! The irony of the faithful paying pilgrimage to the lord!

Armed-force awesomeness! It gave us so much to bullshit about at dinner parties that we’re still serving leftovers two months later. Narendra Modi rescued 15,000 people. Rahul Gandhi rescued 5 million. And then they both hugged at Baba Siddique’s iftar party.

 Pop quiz :  how many jawans died in Chattisgarh in June? You can’t remember because it was too many statistics ago ! We’re desensitised to death and for once, it’s not pop-culture’s fault, because nobody dies on our TV shows. They just go away and come back as Ronit Roy. It’s not even the news-channels’ fault. They only turn it into entertainment because we’re already desensitised to it and they know we won’t mind. We’re desensitised to it because life in this country kills you. When life is cheap, death does not matter !!

Why not do a reality show? We’ll call it Shradhanjali Idol’s Got Talent Ka Muqabla, and every week, people with hopes and aspirations can be on TV and explain what senseless tragedy they want to die in, and we all get to vote on who has the best, most inspiring tragedy waiting to happen. At the end of the season, we kill a winner and award his family prize compensation money, and our collective guilt is assuaged until next season. I think ratings would be great, finding contestants will be easy

Living Like A Legend

It takes about three minutes to read this post , well according to the statistics, in that same space of time, 300 people die, and another 620 will be born . I might take half an hour or so to write this : i'm sitting at my computer, concentrating on what I'm doing with all books all around me, ideas in my head, cars driving past outside. Everything seems perfectly normal, and yet, during those thirty minutes 3,000 people have died, and 6,200 have just seen the light of the world for the first time.

Where are those thousands of families who have just begun to mourn the loss of someone, or to smile at the arrival of a son, daughter, nephew, niece, brother, or sister ?

I stop and reflect a little. perhaps many of those people were reaching the end of a long and painful illness, and some people are relieved when the Angel comes for them. Then again, hundreds of those children who have just been born will be abandoned the nest moment and will go on from part of death statics before I have even finished writing this post.

How strange. A simple statistic, which I happened to read, and suddenly I'm aware of all those deaths and entrances, those smiles and tears. How many of them are leaving this life alone in their rooms, with no one realizing what's happening ? How many  will be born in secret and then abandoned outside a children's home or a convent ?

I think to myself that I was once part of the birth statistics and will, one day , be included amongst the numbers of dead. It is good to be aware that I will die. I have now finally understood that although life goes on and we are all eternal , this existence will one day end .

People do not think very much about death. They spend their lives worrying about absurdities; they put things off, and fail to notice important moments. They don't take risks , because they think it's dangerous. They complain a lot, but are afraid to take action. They want everything to change, but they themselves refuse to change .

If they thought a little more about death, they would never forget to make that much-postponed phone call. They would be a little crazier. They would not be afraid of this incarnation coming to an end, because you cannot fear something that is going to happen anyway.

And a wise man once said," Death is always sitting by your side so that, when you need to do something important, it will give you strength and courage that you need"

I hope that you, dear reader, have got this far. It would be foolish to be frightened by death, because all of us, sooner or later are going to die. And only those who accept this fact are prepared for life. :)

P.S. Did I ever mention that this topic - Death is my favorite ... because it comes in so many forms .. and yet never fails to take to by surprise ... so take time from your busy schedule and LIVE !!!!LIVE LIKE A LEGEND !!!!! : D

When It Rains . . .. . . .. .

A few days ago life turned even more wonderful. The reason for that was the first showers of this season. Bombay Rains had arrived. Anyone who knows me personally would know that there are a few things in life for which i have undying love for. And rains are one of them.

So here i would like to share with you a few things that i have done in  the Rains and everyone should try them. If not all of them at least a few of them and make this Monsoon season more memorable.

1) Get Wet, wet, wet: Who says adults can’t have fun?  Getting drenched in the monsoon showers, splashing water and jumping into puddles takes you back to your childhood days. But if you really aren't up to getting soaked, simply open up your windows and enjoy the smell of the first rains!

2) Walk by the sea: For those of you living by the sea or a short drive away, take a break from the hustle and bustle of your routine, leave your mobile phone at home and go for long walk by the sea. Don’t forget to stop for bhutta on the way ;)

3)Play football: There's nothing like a game of football in the rain. Sure you'll come home like a mud ball but what the heck! Wear an old t-shirt and shorts, call in your friends and families and get ready to get dirty!
 
4) Romantic drives: Get out of the city and go for a long drive with your partner or a friend or a group of friends . Don’t forget to have cutting chai at a roadside stall while you are at it. P.S. Drive safe   

 5) Hot Snacks : Fix yourself the ultimate monsoon snack - onion bhajiyas and adrak chai. Then sit by the window and enjoy!


6) A day in bed: Curl up with a romantic book or watch a romantic movie while lolling in bed. You can also enjoy the view from the window while listening to romantic songs

 8) For People in A relationship - Rent some movies and snuggle on the couch together, play video games or other games, have a picnic in your living room, talk about any unresolved issues that may be floating around, take a nice nap together, cook dinner together,

9) Order in pizza and have a candle-lit dinner

10) Share a Long warm hug with someone you love.

11) Take a nice long hot water bath in a dimly lit bathroom.

12) Make paper boats and sail them outside.

13)  Tell someone who you are attracted to that you Love him/her.

14) Have an ice cream or if you are a health fanatic then go have a ice gola :)

15 ) Get totally drunk with your friends and then take a walk in the Rains.

My List Of  Best Movies to Watch on a Rainy Day.

1) Kal Ho Na Ho
2) Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless Mind.
3) Sleepless in Seattle.
4) A walk to Remember.
5) Serendipity
6) Dil Chahta Hai
7) Dil To Pagal Hai.
8) Inception
9) Valentine's Day
10) Titanic
11)Kabhi Alivida Na Kehna

 Songs to listen this monsoon

1) I Wish it would Rain - Phil Collins
2) November Rain - Gunz N Roses
3) Always - Bon Jovi
4) Sometimes when we touch - Dan Hill.
5) Desert Rain - Edward Maya
6) Kahin Toh Hogi Woh - Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na.
7) Zara Zara - RHTDM
8) Barsaat - Adnan Sami.
10) Pehla Nasha - Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak.
11) Bheegi Bheegi Raaton Mein
12) Boondon Ke Mooti - Wake Up Sid! ( my personal favorite )

13)nothings gonna change my love for you - George Benson
14) Tip Tip Barsa Pani -- Mohra
15) Hum Tum -- Hum Tum
16) Koi ladki hain - Dil toh Pagal hain
17)Tum se hi - Jab we met

I hope that all this makes you have one of the Best Monsoons of your Life ever.

Don't forget to comment below and tell me how you spend your monsoon and also if my suggestions helped you.

My Three Worst Traits !!!!

Well, this topic isn't a difficult one for me as I can easily reel of three traits that I am not proud of. Unfortunately, I do lend myself to being more negative than positive about myself #MustTryHarder!

My worst trait has to be my perfectionism. I find it incredibly hard not to be overly critical with myself in a lot of things I do. Over the years, this trait has held me back from trying new things. For example, learning to drive, going to dance classes and turning down good job opportunities due to my lack of self confidence. As I have got older I have got more self-confident.(that's one good thing !!! yay !!! )

I won't go on to tell you all about the OCD issues I have, including making sure all the labels are facing the right way and checking I've locked the door, numerous times.Someone once told me to give myself a break and not to be so hard on myself. She said, 'You would never think those awful thoughts about another person, so don't think them about yourself.' This is a piece of advice I've never forgotten.

I am so not a morning person! I cannot start my day without coffee. I need it to help me get  rid me of my morning drowsiness! I am grumpy and everyone who meets me in the morning  has now got used to my groan as they says good morning to me!

My snooze button is my friend; I must hit it five times before I manage to squint out of my eyes! Then I have to try and remember what day of the week we are on! Not good am I?

But what can I say? I am so in love with my duvet. I believe there should be duvet days built into the week!

 I have a terrible addiction to Haribo Starmix sweets. I never get sick of them! I get excited when I pull a sweet out of the bag, wondering which one it will it be.

Will it be the cola bottle, the egg or the jelly teddy?

I know that they are bad for me, what rubbish goes into them and I know I need to cut down. I put it down to the sugar rush!

Do we share any traits??!?!?!? well , if we do then do not forget to comment below and let me know !!

The Great Indian Traveller

      INDIANS ARE GOOD AT A LOT OF THINGS . TRAVELLING IS NOT ONE OF THEM .

        Indians are going places.The problem with this is that it means Indians are going places.And as someone who travels often,I've noticed that we are not very good goers. Watching an Indian travel is like watching Ashish Nehra bowl,you can’t help but feel like you’re watching an art being practised at its lowest, least inspired form.

      Travel is the Indian person's Waterloo. Travel brings out the worst in us . It also brings out every suitcase we and everyone we know, own.The only difference between an Indian luggage trolley and a truck carrying food on the highway, is that the truck probably has less food in it . And also the guy with the trolley gets drunk only after he begins his journey . If , as an Indian traveller , you have not made the person behind the check-in counter cry at the sight of your luggage , you're doing it wrong . My favorite part is the Indian traveller's reaction at being told they aren't allowed that much luggage on ."What ?! How can you say that ?! What do you mean I can't check my sofa in ?"

      That Indians don't understand the concept of "travelling light" , is bad enough on it's own , but there's an even more dangerous corollary to that. They also don't understand the term " something small ". If an Indian relative ever says to you " Hey , I hear you're travelling , can you take something small for my cousin ? "  , cancel your trip . Because "something small" is usually the size of a well furnished flat and may in fact be an actual well-furnished flat.

Things only get more entertaining when it’s finally time to board. Considering we pretty much invented math, our skills desert us the second boarding is announced. If the airline is boarding rows 16 to 34, the first person in line will be the guy from row 51. And when he is told it’s not his turn, he’ll put on his best wounded “But you said row 16, and my row has a “1” in it, so surely that’s close enough” face. I think Indians are secretly afraid that the entire airline industry is a giant practical joke, and if they don’t run to the head of the line, they think that they may have to standing ofr the whole journey on the plane or that the plane will leave without them.

 Fighting your way into the plane can be a nerve-shattering experience, so it’s a good thing international flights serve alcohol. The average Indian man needs a drink or seven to enjoy his flight. He also needs for all seven drinks to be “strong-waala”, and served before take-off. This is because he cannot afford to waste any time after take-off, as he has a busy schedule of walking around the plane TALKING REALLY LOUDLY TO EVERYONE to adhere to. You haven’t lived unless you’ve been on a flight with a drunk Indian man imploring the flight attendant for a fourteenth refill. He will insist he is not drunk, which is not true of course, because sober people don’t talk to carpets.

 The only thing more entertaining than travelling out of India is the journey back to India. After we’ve gone abroad (usually, I’ve noticed, for the sole purpose of meeting other Indian people), it is upon our return that us Indians prove that we have nerves of steel and more cool than 007.
If you don’t believe me, then you have clearly never seen an Indian man with six DVD players, a 54 inch TV and nine laptops walk through the Green Channel like he’s carrying just one handbag. It’s okay though, because if he’s asked what all of those things are, he can always say they’re just “something small” for a cousin.

 how the airport officials see it 

how the Indians see it

Rediscovering Friendship ........

If You ask me what “LOVE” is? I’ll tell you that love is the most wonderful relationship that anyone can have. it's the best and most beautiful relationship in the world which cannot be seen or even touched, but it can only be felt with the heart.

Love is not a God as the fine philosophers of Greece once suggested. Love is something far more powerful and universal, for not all people believe in gods, yet all people believe in the existence of love. love is a condition of the human body that cannot be denied. True love is obstinate; in the way that music pours into the ears of an audience, love pouring into the heart of a man cannot be stopped, denied, or set off course. Love is a natural instinct. Love can also be defined as

 Pyar dosti hai ... agar woh meri sab se achchi dost nahin ban sakti to main us se pyaar kar hi nahi sakta......kyunki dosti k bina toh pyar hota hi nahin ... simple, pyar dosti hai (Love is friendship, if she can’t be my good friend then I cannot fall in love with her , because love cannot happen without friendship ... simple, love is friendship) 

- Famous Dialogue from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (  yes ! yes! I am a SRK fan)


My recent trip to Singapore helped me  helped me rediscover love .... it helped me rediscover friendship .........  pure - unadulterated Friendship ..... a bond that we have all shared with someone in our life......

My cousin introduced me to her friend, Nicole  in Singapore. When  i went to pay a casual visit to Nicole's place i was taken aback to see a wonderful bond of love and friendship. A Bond between her son, Niel and their pet, a french bulldog,Nacho.