Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Give away time :)
Hiya guys,
One of the coolest design blogs out there ' Once Upon A Tea Time' is having a $50 Anthropologie gift card giveaway. Check it out here:
http://onceuponateatime.blogspot.com/2012/04/anthropologie-giveaway.html
What is Anthropologie you ask....Oh just one of the most coolest stores where you can buy lots of cute clothing with unique designs as well as unique home decor items. Its totally worth a look. Both the blog and the store.
Cheers,
Divs
One of the coolest design blogs out there ' Once Upon A Tea Time' is having a $50 Anthropologie gift card giveaway. Check it out here:
http://onceuponateatime.blogspot.com/2012/04/anthropologie-giveaway.html
What is Anthropologie you ask....Oh just one of the most coolest stores where you can buy lots of cute clothing with unique designs as well as unique home decor items. Its totally worth a look. Both the blog and the store.
Cheers,
Divs
Sunday, April 1, 2012
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Home
In the movie 'Dhobi Ghat' aamir khan goes " To Bombay..my muse,my whore, my beloved"....interesting line ( aside from the fact that he used BOMBAY..'m surprised that Shiv Sainiks are not all up in arms)...I don't know about the first two..but yes mumbai is a beloved...not just mine...but for the millions who live in this metropolis..of the millions who have ceased to call mumbai home since forever.
For the nondescript man, wearing threadbare shirt and pants, leaning out of the 8 A.M Virar fast to the Girl opening her laptop attired in designer clothes and luboutins about to make a business presentation at the Hilton, New York...mumbaikar is the thread which binds these people together...As they say you can take a person out of mumbai etc.
You might say people who live in other city's have the same love for their city as mumbaikars do...perhaps so..lets see why me and a million others call mumbai our beloved...
The rains. Yes there is no getting away from it. The rains in this city are something else. The upper middle class, the rich can afford to romanticize the rain, for they will be cozily enclosed in their multistory apartments asking shanta-bai to " go make a cup of chai"..for the poor ( oh I am sorry socially underprivileged..is that what we are calling it these days?)its another bag of troubles all together. The mumbai rains bring out the filth and waste that forms the underbelly of this city. Still the rains are all encompassing all powerful and a great leveler.
The mumbai spirit. Its done to death. After every bomb blast, every calamity...that's what we get to hear...Its the resilience, the mumbai spirit, which keeps mumbai running. You must be f***ing kidding me. There is no spirit. The common man in mumbai is as scared as the common man in any other city. He just doesn't have the time to stand and breathe, to feel afraid because every second wasted is money lost. Still that is something uniquely mumbaiite as far as I know.
There is an energy that resonates within mumbai. Its the comfort with which they talk to each other in hindi, the way they swear at vehicles and pedestrians alike, the non stop chatter in local trains with subjects ranging from the stock market to sabji mandis to school education. Someone said if you stand in times square you can see at least one person from each country in the world pass you by. pahh I say :P...try standing at churchgate station...its an experience in itself. ( ermm try not to stand in anybody's way though..you might get pushed,shoved and even get a taste of those mumbai gaalis I referred to before :) )
And last but not the least mumbai has a special place in my heart. Its my darling,my calm place and my home.
For the nondescript man, wearing threadbare shirt and pants, leaning out of the 8 A.M Virar fast to the Girl opening her laptop attired in designer clothes and luboutins about to make a business presentation at the Hilton, New York...mumbaikar is the thread which binds these people together...As they say you can take a person out of mumbai etc.
You might say people who live in other city's have the same love for their city as mumbaikars do...perhaps so..lets see why me and a million others call mumbai our beloved...
The rains. Yes there is no getting away from it. The rains in this city are something else. The upper middle class, the rich can afford to romanticize the rain, for they will be cozily enclosed in their multistory apartments asking shanta-bai to " go make a cup of chai"..for the poor ( oh I am sorry socially underprivileged..is that what we are calling it these days?)its another bag of troubles all together. The mumbai rains bring out the filth and waste that forms the underbelly of this city. Still the rains are all encompassing all powerful and a great leveler.
The mumbai spirit. Its done to death. After every bomb blast, every calamity...that's what we get to hear...Its the resilience, the mumbai spirit, which keeps mumbai running. You must be f***ing kidding me. There is no spirit. The common man in mumbai is as scared as the common man in any other city. He just doesn't have the time to stand and breathe, to feel afraid because every second wasted is money lost. Still that is something uniquely mumbaiite as far as I know.
There is an energy that resonates within mumbai. Its the comfort with which they talk to each other in hindi, the way they swear at vehicles and pedestrians alike, the non stop chatter in local trains with subjects ranging from the stock market to sabji mandis to school education. Someone said if you stand in times square you can see at least one person from each country in the world pass you by. pahh I say :P...try standing at churchgate station...its an experience in itself. ( ermm try not to stand in anybody's way though..you might get pushed,shoved and even get a taste of those mumbai gaalis I referred to before :) )
And last but not the least mumbai has a special place in my heart. Its my darling,my calm place and my home.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Run
She ran...her ipod in her ears....ran because it dulled out the pain...ran because it made sense....
She paused to catch her breath. Her knees where aching...It was true what they said-lack of physical activity had definitely reduced her stamina. There was a time when she was 10 when she could run a whole 20 min without pausing...but that was during games she thought...oh what wonderful games....hide and seek, relay, catch-catch...memories of warm summer evenings came flooding back to her, of noises on the playground, of the sweet scent of rose bush in the park, giggles and shouts of happiness of the teams who won the games...she sighed...she had long realised that going down memory lane was not for her...old memories slowly linked to new ones...and those were the ones she was keen to block out...
She knew pausing meant memories...so she started running again..ignoring the dull ache in her sides...
She ran past the harbour...ran past the people gawking at her sitting on benches...ran past the apartment complexes..ran past the starbucks and the cart selling road side food....until she reached the knife shop
There she paused and eyed all the knives in the window...and there it was as she saw it everyday...the knife with the dark wooden handle, gleaming as the faint rays of the evening sun fell on it...all it took would be $5 and a couple of cuts with the sharp blade to end all the miseries...she shook her head to clear herself of these thoughts....what purpose would that serve...and she set of again
She ran all the way back to her front door...when she reached she was pausing and her breath came out in short gasps.... she entered the house using her key and there HE was sitting on the couch, staring at the idiot box as usual...she ignored him and went straight to the kitchen...and had just began pouring herself a glass of water when she heard HIS voice call out to her and ask her to fetch some food from the kitchen...and there she saw it suddenly...sitting innocently in the sink...gleaming in the kitchen light...its edge almost as sharp as the one she had seen in the shopwindow....
She picked it up...thinking all the while how far she could run......
She paused to catch her breath. Her knees where aching...It was true what they said-lack of physical activity had definitely reduced her stamina. There was a time when she was 10 when she could run a whole 20 min without pausing...but that was during games she thought...oh what wonderful games....hide and seek, relay, catch-catch...memories of warm summer evenings came flooding back to her, of noises on the playground, of the sweet scent of rose bush in the park, giggles and shouts of happiness of the teams who won the games...she sighed...she had long realised that going down memory lane was not for her...old memories slowly linked to new ones...and those were the ones she was keen to block out...
She knew pausing meant memories...so she started running again..ignoring the dull ache in her sides...
She ran past the harbour...ran past the people gawking at her sitting on benches...ran past the apartment complexes..ran past the starbucks and the cart selling road side food....until she reached the knife shop
There she paused and eyed all the knives in the window...and there it was as she saw it everyday...the knife with the dark wooden handle, gleaming as the faint rays of the evening sun fell on it...all it took would be $5 and a couple of cuts with the sharp blade to end all the miseries...she shook her head to clear herself of these thoughts....what purpose would that serve...and she set of again
She ran all the way back to her front door...when she reached she was pausing and her breath came out in short gasps.... she entered the house using her key and there HE was sitting on the couch, staring at the idiot box as usual...she ignored him and went straight to the kitchen...and had just began pouring herself a glass of water when she heard HIS voice call out to her and ask her to fetch some food from the kitchen...and there she saw it suddenly...sitting innocently in the sink...gleaming in the kitchen light...its edge almost as sharp as the one she had seen in the shopwindow....
She picked it up...thinking all the while how far she could run......
Friday, March 12, 2010
Modern girl handbook
#2: Ensure u don't have a b/f-husband-bitter half dumber than you..or if he is...ermm make sure he is RICH and HANDSOME
#3: Bitchiness kills bitchiness
#4: Most boys are thrilled with the chase...the chase ends, the thrill ends...Keep 'em guessing
#5: The hotter u are..the better your life is...dont forget to put up FB pics once you are hot ;)...let all those losers who dumped you realize what they missed out on
#6: Life isin't rainbows, ponies,candy canes...accept it...the sooner the better...
#7: Your closest galfriends will be there for u always...never underestimate the power of women...NEVER....Tough love WORKS
Corollary: If you have closer guy friends More power to you...they are great too... :)
#8: Learn girl...those jimmy choos, Y'ves saint laurent and those Dior's are your friends...accessorize...accessorize....accessorize
#9: Cute puppies and rabbits you can have as pets...but kids are best admired from afar....
#10: Your career is your best friend...If you kick ass in your career...u kick ass in life gal...learn it sooner or later...but u better well damn learn it
#11: If your boss is a woman make her your mentor ( to keep away the jealousy)..and if its a guy...ermm a li'll harmless flirting never hurt anyone ;)
#12: Family counts...it does...don't get me wrong...they are your biggest strength...just develop your own ideals, be strong , don't let your family's ideals weigh you down and you'll do fine...
#13: Learn that the world doesn't revolve around you...if you are going through tough times....TOUGH LUCK....people will be there to support you...don't take it for granted...and stop wallowing in sadness...the strongest, bravest and most successful women out there have gone through hell and high water...urs is nothing compared to that
#14: DUMP ANY LOOSER...who doesn't respect you, your looks,your career or your choices...tell him ' F*** u bastard...I wasn't put on this earth to please you' ...Wear those RayBans, plug in your ipod and WALK AWAY
Corollary to above: Find a guy who loves you for exactly who you are...compromises are ok...just not too much :)
#1: Be the independent free spirit that you are...travel,learn the guitar, SHOP.....rejoice in your womanhood...Yes U Are Worth It :) ( Yea its numbered 1 for a goddamn reason... :) )
Disclaimer: Not inspired by Women's Day, other blogs, a gal having a bad day,PMS or any other modern feminist movement people might blame this on ;)
#3: Bitchiness kills bitchiness
#4: Most boys are thrilled with the chase...the chase ends, the thrill ends...Keep 'em guessing
#5: The hotter u are..the better your life is...dont forget to put up FB pics once you are hot ;)...let all those losers who dumped you realize what they missed out on
#6: Life isin't rainbows, ponies,candy canes...accept it...the sooner the better...
#7: Your closest galfriends will be there for u always...never underestimate the power of women...NEVER....Tough love WORKS
Corollary: If you have closer guy friends More power to you...they are great too... :)
#8: Learn girl...those jimmy choos, Y'ves saint laurent and those Dior's are your friends...accessorize...accessorize....accessorize
#9: Cute puppies and rabbits you can have as pets...but kids are best admired from afar....
#10: Your career is your best friend...If you kick ass in your career...u kick ass in life gal...learn it sooner or later...but u better well damn learn it
#11: If your boss is a woman make her your mentor ( to keep away the jealousy)..and if its a guy...ermm a li'll harmless flirting never hurt anyone ;)
#12: Family counts...it does...don't get me wrong...they are your biggest strength...just develop your own ideals, be strong , don't let your family's ideals weigh you down and you'll do fine...
#13: Learn that the world doesn't revolve around you...if you are going through tough times....TOUGH LUCK....people will be there to support you...don't take it for granted...and stop wallowing in sadness...the strongest, bravest and most successful women out there have gone through hell and high water...urs is nothing compared to that
#14: DUMP ANY LOOSER...who doesn't respect you, your looks,your career or your choices...tell him ' F*** u bastard...I wasn't put on this earth to please you' ...Wear those RayBans, plug in your ipod and WALK AWAY
Corollary to above: Find a guy who loves you for exactly who you are...compromises are ok...just not too much :)
#1: Be the independent free spirit that you are...travel,learn the guitar, SHOP.....rejoice in your womanhood...Yes U Are Worth It :) ( Yea its numbered 1 for a goddamn reason... :) )
Disclaimer: Not inspired by Women's Day, other blogs, a gal having a bad day,PMS or any other modern feminist movement people might blame this on ;)
Friday, November 13, 2009
Last time... :)
1) You lauhed until tears came rolling down your face
2) You had a pointless, silly but absolutely fun argument with ur friend
3) You sat next to a window seeing the rain fall down, steaming hot ginger chai and an interesting book in hand
4) Heard your most favorite song the first thing in the morning
5) Knelt down on the road and smelt a fresh flower growing
6) Gazed in the eyes of a luved one
7) Felt happy at the hearing and seeing sparrows hop around
8) Given a friend a warm hug and made them feel better about the day
9) Lain on the grass gazing up at the starry sky
10) Gazed at a soap bubble and been fascinated by the spectrum of colors.
11) Spent quality time having a conversation with family and friends and get to know...like really know whats going on in their life
~ Life is exactly what you make it...is an interesting journey...need to learn to enjoy it along the way...simple pleasures make life worth living...its better not to complicate things better left alone :) :)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
My fav ads :)
Yea yea....very very very obivious title no :P :D...
So what did all of us do...when we sat glued to the idiot box ...in between those F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes, in between those India v/s Pak matches , in between those horrendous Saas-bahu serials ( * not ones that u watched...but kinda sorta had to because mummy watched :D *....really now u didnt experience that :O ...what planet are u from again???)
well we sat and looked at ads...some that make u want to throw stuff at the idiot box ( and no I dont mean 'stuff' in the league of rotten tomates...'stuff' more in the league of sledge haamers)
And then there were the other ads...Ones you like, luv whatever and remember ( oh check out youtube videos of :) ). So pliss c some of my all time fav ads:
The Close-up ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xgi3F9TfWM
( used to sing this one in class....who with...almost the rest of the class obiviously :P)
( I have practically grown up with Amul man...and all the cheese and butters that came later...can bleedy well kiss my arse man...I am an Amul fan through and through...and also not to forget those hilarious Amul ads on the billboards.... :) )
(' Dhoodh, Dhoodh,Dhoodh piyo glassful' ...enuff said :) :) )
Jaleebe ad: If this li'll kid with his halo and his cheuberic smile saying 'jalebi' didnt pull at your hearstrings what will? : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbV5Y5KJCUs&feature=related
( did I hear u all say awwww :) )
Bajaj Aveneger Ad: The man, the machine and the mountains...classic :D
Which brings us to 'The Hamara Bajaj ad' ( both old and new) :
:)
Cadbury Perk ad: One of the first ads I remember the cute dimpled Preity Zinta from ( before she became the... ermm annoyance she is today :D): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyNQr8k622c
The Hutch ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M43bn-wGAAQ
( I <3 the li'll pug
and there was this 'waah Sunil babu...badiya hain' ...some paint or the other...I dont remember...couldnt find a link..but completely luved the ad :)
Also none and I repeat NONE of the frikkin American ads come close to these Indian ads.
Can any of u remember some of your favs :) ??
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Too much luggage
" Do you need help?? "
I looked up from picking up the books that I had dropped. He was standing there smiling his cute gorgeous smile at me. My heart melted......
Ohkkk ohkk * sigh * who am I kidding...Such things dont happen to me :P...( And knowing me its most likely going to be 'A book' rather than books, strictly w.r.to academic books 'f course...If its fiction..thats a whole other story.. u couldnt even see me then . I might as well be hiding behind 20 books :) ..which would give an excuse for cute boys to help me pick them up...u see how I am going around in a circle here :D)
Nywhoo...so since I started my intern ( "wha:O? really u got an intern?people are willing to let u throught the front door of their office ??" Suprisingly yes thats the case..wat kind of work I do..now thats a whole different story :P :D ..what is it with me and digressing ...sheesh :D)
Since I started my intern, I decided to be all ladylike ( plz plz dont ROFL :)..I am trying my best :D) and decided to start carrying a 'handbag' or tote ( yea thts what I want to call it :P...'handbag' is a li'll to Indian auntyji-ish in my book :D). And no unfortunately its not a "designer label * single tear rolls down her cheek * ( Do u think acting would be a good career for me..I mean common now..I can BAWL and I mean BAWL when I dont get things that I want..but I guess that only works with Appa huh..being daddys li'll pricncess does have its advantages I guess * shrugs * :) )
So yea I started carrying a handbag to work. And being a girl, I need tons of stuff ( dont ask me what...oh all right ...i'll tell ya :))..It includes stuff like moisturizing lotions ( yea plural :P ),gum ( now I knowww guys need this as well), my purse ( handbag and purse...two verrryyy different things people..seriously now keep up with me here ) obiviously, a calculator ( yea one of 'em big,huge old ones..its easier doing calculations on that then on the one in the computer..actually I borrowed it :)), a tiffin box ( I get hungry at lunch...and contrary to what people think I dont want to become anorexic just to fit into those Joes jeans * sighs *...ohhh who am I kidding..I would do ANYTHING to fit into a pair of 'Joes' jeans....do u notice the drama here people...can u see why I think acting might be a good career ?* dodging sharp object thrown my way * :D) , tea leaves container( Yea I drink tea :P) etc etc. This pretty much doesnt leave space for the actual useful " work" related stuff like files, papers, notepads,pens ( and they allowed u to intern...why again ur thinking )...which I have to hold in my hand. And I actually hold my laptop in my hand too (" They gave u a laptop too after actually letting u in through the front door ??? " ...close those jaws people :D).
So before u can picture me as an oversized stuff carrying cart...its not all that bad ( I actually manage to look quite ladylike :D). But now can you see how much potential there is for the aforementioned 'cute-guy-helping-me-pick-up-stuff' scenario..and me gazing into his 'blue/green/grey/black/brown/purple ?? eyes...yea 'm not too picky 'bout the eye color..although purple might be taking it a bit too far)...* sighhhh*
I looked up from picking up the books that I had dropped. He was standing there smiling his cute gorgeous smile at me. My heart melted......
Ohkkk ohkk * sigh * who am I kidding...Such things dont happen to me :P...( And knowing me its most likely going to be 'A book' rather than books, strictly w.r.to academic books 'f course...If its fiction..thats a whole other story.. u couldnt even see me then . I might as well be hiding behind 20 books :) ..which would give an excuse for cute boys to help me pick them up...u see how I am going around in a circle here :D)
Nywhoo...so since I started my intern ( "wha:O? really u got an intern?people are willing to let u throught the front door of their office ??" Suprisingly yes thats the case..wat kind of work I do..now thats a whole different story :P :D ..what is it with me and digressing ...sheesh :D)
Since I started my intern, I decided to be all ladylike ( plz plz dont ROFL :)..I am trying my best :D) and decided to start carrying a 'handbag' or tote ( yea thts what I want to call it :P...'handbag' is a li'll to Indian auntyji-ish in my book :D). And no unfortunately its not a "designer label * single tear rolls down her cheek * ( Do u think acting would be a good career for me..I mean common now..I can BAWL and I mean BAWL when I dont get things that I want..but I guess that only works with Appa huh..being daddys li'll pricncess does have its advantages I guess * shrugs * :) )
So yea I started carrying a handbag to work. And being a girl, I need tons of stuff ( dont ask me what...oh all right ...i'll tell ya :))..It includes stuff like moisturizing lotions ( yea plural :P ),gum ( now I knowww guys need this as well), my purse ( handbag and purse...two verrryyy different things people..seriously now keep up with me here ) obiviously, a calculator ( yea one of 'em big,huge old ones..its easier doing calculations on that then on the one in the computer..actually I borrowed it :)), a tiffin box ( I get hungry at lunch...and contrary to what people think I dont want to become anorexic just to fit into those Joes jeans * sighs *...ohhh who am I kidding..I would do ANYTHING to fit into a pair of 'Joes' jeans....do u notice the drama here people...can u see why I think acting might be a good career ?* dodging sharp object thrown my way * :D) , tea leaves container( Yea I drink tea :P) etc etc. This pretty much doesnt leave space for the actual useful " work" related stuff like files, papers, notepads,pens ( and they allowed u to intern...why again ur thinking )...which I have to hold in my hand. And I actually hold my laptop in my hand too (" They gave u a laptop too after actually letting u in through the front door ??? " ...close those jaws people :D).
So before u can picture me as an oversized stuff carrying cart...its not all that bad ( I actually manage to look quite ladylike :D). But now can you see how much potential there is for the aforementioned 'cute-guy-helping-me-pick-up-stuff' scenario..and me gazing into his 'blue/green/grey/black/brown/purple ?? eyes...yea 'm not too picky 'bout the eye color..although purple might be taking it a bit too far)...* sighhhh*
Friday, February 27, 2009
Shocking...ermmm..Shopping tales
Gucci, Prada, Jimmy Choos,Marc Jacobs...what do all these things have in common....apart from being bigggg brand names...(and I mean huge)...they are conspicuous by thier absence in my wadrobe ;)...Big deal u say...'like I have them in my wadrobe'??....I knw I kwn...'m being a snob here...but oh well....
Cut to 1987: A blue and white frock...frilleless ( thank god) , very comfy and one happy kid playing in her building ka garden (ermmm...with 2 exasperated parents looking on )...I thnk I had good dressing sense back then...coz tht was the only dress I didnt keep picking at...(in the 80's frills were the height of fashion I swear :p..and one which I disliked..like reallly really disiked :D )
Cut to 1996: When a li'll girl with pig tails finds florescent yellow pants 'where its at'
Cut to 1998: Now not so little...girls fashion sense is improving steadily...but she has a lot...and I mean a lotttt of black tshirts in her wadrobe :D
Cut to 2007/08/09 : Our dear protagonist has improved her fashion sense tremendously...with words like GAP,AE,A&F and New York and COmpany thrown in for good meaure :)
How the sudden change u ask...well money my friend is the answer ( oh tht and being in a place which has a huge mall and actually nothing much else for entertainment= to one happy girl+one maxed out card...which I am trying to repay btw :D)
yess fashion...bigg barnds...shopping..all this a girl maketh ...( see how I cleverly slid old english saying in :D )....I have been a shopping crazy nut all my life...so much so that my mom almost fainted in surprise ( this before running at me with a broomstick :P ) when she saw all my 'Umericalenthu pannina shopping' (Shopping done in the US)...many are the times I have had to give advice to 'aethetically chalenged' friends
Cut to 1987: A blue and white frock...frilleless ( thank god) , very comfy and one happy kid playing in her building ka garden (ermmm...with 2 exasperated parents looking on )...I thnk I had good dressing sense back then...coz tht was the only dress I didnt keep picking at...(in the 80's frills were the height of fashion I swear :p..and one which I disliked..like reallly really disiked :D )
Cut to 1996: When a li'll girl with pig tails finds florescent yellow pants 'where its at'
Cut to 1998: Now not so little...girls fashion sense is improving steadily...but she has a lot...and I mean a lotttt of black tshirts in her wadrobe :D
Cut to 2007/08/09 : Our dear protagonist has improved her fashion sense tremendously...with words like GAP,AE,A&F and New York and COmpany thrown in for good meaure :)
How the sudden change u ask...well money my friend is the answer ( oh tht and being in a place which has a huge mall and actually nothing much else for entertainment= to one happy girl+one maxed out card...which I am trying to repay btw :D)
yess fashion...bigg barnds...shopping..all this a girl maketh ...( see how I cleverly slid old english saying in :D )....I have been a shopping crazy nut all my life...so much so that my mom almost fainted in surprise ( this before running at me with a broomstick :P ) when she saw all my 'Umericalenthu pannina shopping' (Shopping done in the US)...many are the times I have had to give advice to 'aethetically chalenged' friends
Case in point:
Incident 1:
Me: Hey 'Honey Bee' ... ( Scresms loudly as N gets onto the bus)
N: Now why on earth would u call me tht D...and r the good old days of saying 'hello' and all gone forever :D ??
Me: No da...u have a shirt which is with stripes...yellow and black on..how how on earth..wha??? :O
N: * sighs in exasparation * ...and kinda desists wearing the shirt to school ever again (also because the whole bus heard me scream...including many of he classmates/friends...sooo :D )
however the seetie tht N is she still wears the shirt for me ( btw miss u tons N :) :) :) )
Incident 2:
Me: You need a better dressing sense...why on earth did you think those pants went with that shirt...??
G: * Sighs* and * literally begs * plz dont go off on u fashion rant again...i'll take u next time we go shopping...and he was as good as his word :)
Now which brings me to the point...I want to become a 'Personal Shopper'...wha?? u ask...I wanna shop for rich ladies at bi
g brand name stores ...and hget paid for it...imagine....pure true bliss :) :)
Cut to 2009: Girl standing outside A&F drooling t the merchandise and walking away :D ( yes recession hurts everyone ) :D
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Airport tales
Yea my FB status changed...from nothing to ' Divya is at JFK ,has a 12 hour wait and is a flaminggg idiot :D. ' Now why would u do that you ask...why on earth would u declare urself an idiot thus removing any doubt in the minds of people who thought otherwise :D ....nywhooo that fact aside...I was sitting (and I must say hatch some of 'em bright blue , pink or whatever colored eggs in JFK)..It mean a 12 hour wait :O....are u alright u ask....who does things like wait 12 hours for a flight u ask ...The story my dear friends...has to do with the fact that my dear darling 'University town' (for lack of a better word :D) Syracuse doesnt have a flight which arrives early enuff into JFK for me to catch the connecting fight. (and at this point ppl my mind is crashing...need tea ....must stay awake :D), so the previous night flight.
So apart from getting bored....randomly looking here and there and twiddling my thumbs what did I do...I decided to buy Internet...for 7.85$ or somesuch... (such an innovative way of making money methinks...rescue ppl form boredom... :D ) and use it I did...I pinged and pakaoed quite a few ppl on my gtalk list....and then called and ate ppls head (I apologize for any excessive jabber - jabber :) )
And well orkut,FB and gtalk failed ..what did u thnk i did...I talked with my co-passengers (c0ntrary to belief some of them actually initiated the conversation :P ...) So thts how I met a doctor whos coming to do his residency in NYC from India, a real hep chick studying Tennis in FL and who was intrested in Syr Univ (she was pretty smart and 'm sure she'll make it to some of the top tier school), a german literature student and a Japnese woman who was gonna work in the langauge institue in NYC....a common thread...all wanting to go home...some moving on successfully...some halted as the weather puts a dampner on thier plans....
In the end :
Someone falls to pieces
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Happy holidays yall :) :)
So apart from getting bored....randomly looking here and there and twiddling my thumbs what did I do...I decided to buy Internet...for 7.85$ or somesuch... (such an innovative way of making money methinks...rescue ppl form boredom... :D ) and use it I did...I pinged and pakaoed quite a few ppl on my gtalk list....and then called and ate ppls head (I apologize for any excessive jabber - jabber :) )
And well orkut,FB and gtalk failed ..what did u thnk i did...I talked with my co-passengers (c0ntrary to belief some of them actually initiated the conversation :P ...) So thts how I met a doctor whos coming to do his residency in NYC from India, a real hep chick studying Tennis in FL and who was intrested in Syr Univ (she was pretty smart and 'm sure she'll make it to some of the top tier school), a german literature student and a Japnese woman who was gonna work in the langauge institue in NYC....a common thread...all wanting to go home...some moving on successfully...some halted as the weather puts a dampner on thier plans....
In the end :
Someone falls to pieces
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Happy holidays yall :) :)
Friday, December 19, 2008
Brilliant...who me :) ??
Now that I got an award *does a little jig *...woohooo yea yea :) ... I bow to buddy (ermm bowing is a bit much..but still :P)..chalo i'll thnk him :) :)
Anywhoo I am tagged (ermm and dear readers...or ny1 who happens to accidentally wander across this blog :D...I literally did badger buddy once for not tagging me on a seperate post altogether...'m guessing the poor guy remembered those few hours..or was it days of nagging :P...and promptly tagged me for the next similar kinda tagged-post thingi :)....cheers :) :) )
The rules of the tag are: Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given (family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like).So here goes:
Family: Now I wonder how I havent just outright written a post about them, Which is surprising :O considering I really do luv my whacky family (and I have the whole immediate Iyer family-thingi going on :D..thatha,paati,chittapppa and so forth :) ). SO I tght I would go ahead and write a post before this...but then thts cheating :P. So I have mentioned posts wherever there is a passing reference to one of them. Here, here, here and here
Friends: Interestingly some of the people who I am most close too,who have helped me get through the hardest of times I miss more then ever now. Anywhoo not to get depressing (it being the holidays and all and every person worth his salt and pepper seems to be all christmas carolly...strangely enuff I used to think snow would make a post card christmas...but then...not really :D....and 'm rambling again...) Here, here, and here
Yourself: Ermm not that 'm not narristic and stuff, I somehow couldnt remember if I had written many posts 'bout myself.. *need to find post 'bout self*.... *dig,dig and then some more* Here ( and it even includes a small sketch...shamless publicity as buddy puts it..me the liketh :D
) and here
Your love: There is just one. More a crush really. Happened ages ago.As many ppl have said no comments :)
Anything you like: Ahhhh my fav part.. Links to posts (ermm in this case mine obvio :P...that I feel are good) . Here goes : Heres one of 'em and yet another and perhaps more to come in the future ;)..
Cheers :)
Anywhoo I am tagged (ermm and dear readers...or ny1 who happens to accidentally wander across this blog :D...I literally did badger buddy once for not tagging me on a seperate post altogether...'m guessing the poor guy remembered those few hours..or was it days of nagging :P...and promptly tagged me for the next similar kinda tagged-post thingi :)....cheers :) :) )
The rules of the tag are: Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given (family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like).So here goes:
Family: Now I wonder how I havent just outright written a post about them, Which is surprising :O considering I really do luv my whacky family (and I have the whole immediate Iyer family-thingi going on :D..thatha,paati,chittapppa and so forth :) ). SO I tght I would go ahead and write a post before this...but then thts cheating :P. So I have mentioned posts wherever there is a passing reference to one of them. Here, here, here and here
Friends: Interestingly some of the people who I am most close too,who have helped me get through the hardest of times I miss more then ever now. Anywhoo not to get depressing (it being the holidays and all and every person worth his salt and pepper seems to be all christmas carolly...strangely enuff I used to think snow would make a post card christmas...but then...not really :D....and 'm rambling again...) Here, here, and here
Yourself: Ermm not that 'm not narristic and stuff, I somehow couldnt remember if I had written many posts 'bout myself.. *need to find post 'bout self*.... *dig,dig and then some more* Here ( and it even includes a small sketch...shamless publicity as buddy puts it..me the liketh :D
) and here
Your love: There is just one. More a crush really. Happened ages ago.As many ppl have said no comments :)
Anything you like: Ahhhh my fav part.. Links to posts (ermm in this case mine obvio :P...that I feel are good) . Here goes : Heres one of 'em and yet another and perhaps more to come in the future ;)..
Cheers :)
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I bow my head down
I salute it 'The spirit of mumbai'
Battered over the decades,
but still resilient,
Moving on,
Like the vast ocean beyond
You might crib and gripe,
but once you come to the city,
you love it,
a love which is unique
a kinship you feel cruising through your veins
Mumbai is its people and its the people that make mumbai
I salute the people,
my people,
Mumbaikars, them of the unbreakable spirit,
who have gone through hell,
watching near and dear ones suffer
I hold my head up high
regardless of the corner of the world 'm living in
and say 'Proud to be a mumbaikar' always and forever
Monday, November 10, 2008
She lifted the heavy pot of water and placed it above her head...and wiped the sweat from her brow.The summers were cruel...and carrying heavy pots of water to the big 'sethani's' house was just as much as she could take. She sighed..and picked it up...no way could she be weak...3 hungry children were waiting for her back home....
She stared out of the window,watching the raindrops gently fall on the greenery all around.It was the first day of the monsoons and the smell of mother earth was all around.She gently pushed back the small strand of hair that fell on her face and tucked it behind her ear and hugged herself. The rains always had this effect on her and made her sigh and contemplate about why things happened in life.....
She got out of the subway and rode the escalator up. She passed by shops,actually 'THE SHOP' which had the most beautiful black short minidress by Donna Karan. She sighed...and turned her head the other way and kept walking on...After all thats what we do many times ..sigh and move on ...
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She had been hired as a consultant in one of the biggest consulting firms in NYC. She just couldnt stop smiling to herself..It was a culmination of all her chilhood dreams.Sitting in that office on Times Square.Oh she knew she was getting that Donna Karan for sure now. She remembered what her mother had told her as a child 'When you get something good,its good to give back'. And well today was one of the biggest gifts in her life.She opened her web browser and went to a little known charity that had been struggling since quite sometime . It was recommended by a friend.She decided that she would donate $100 !!...
The donation mail message popped in her inbox.There was that loud pinging sound.She mometarily tore her eyes away from the raindrops outside and went to read the mail ..'Must be one of those hundred junkmails' she thought.Since the project had been stopped,she was in a dull mood and had questioned almost everything and cycisim was all she had left. SHe tucked the strand of hair back and read the mail.When she finished,her eyes glistened like two shining diamonds.A generous donation of $100 from someone in NYC had given her the much needed money to finish the long awaited project of building the well....
The next week was one of the happiest in her life.Her exhaustion was reduced to half 'coz all she needed to do now was draw water from the common well close to her backyard...and yes she had more energy to get more work done which meant more food on the table and less cries of hungry strved children...God Bless the generous owner..she thought...and satisfy all her wishes...
Meanwhile the Donna Karan dress was being delivered to her appartment ....
She stared out of the window,watching the raindrops gently fall on the greenery all around.It was the first day of the monsoons and the smell of mother earth was all around.She gently pushed back the small strand of hair that fell on her face and tucked it behind her ear and hugged herself. The rains always had this effect on her and made her sigh and contemplate about why things happened in life.....
She got out of the subway and rode the escalator up. She passed by shops,actually 'THE SHOP' which had the most beautiful black short minidress by Donna Karan. She sighed...and turned her head the other way and kept walking on...After all thats what we do many times ..sigh and move on ...
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She had been hired as a consultant in one of the biggest consulting firms in NYC. She just couldnt stop smiling to herself..It was a culmination of all her chilhood dreams.Sitting in that office on Times Square.Oh she knew she was getting that Donna Karan for sure now. She remembered what her mother had told her as a child 'When you get something good,its good to give back'. And well today was one of the biggest gifts in her life.She opened her web browser and went to a little known charity that had been struggling since quite sometime . It was recommended by a friend.She decided that she would donate $100 !!...
The donation mail message popped in her inbox.There was that loud pinging sound.She mometarily tore her eyes away from the raindrops outside and went to read the mail ..'Must be one of those hundred junkmails' she thought.Since the project had been stopped,she was in a dull mood and had questioned almost everything and cycisim was all she had left. SHe tucked the strand of hair back and read the mail.When she finished,her eyes glistened like two shining diamonds.A generous donation of $100 from someone in NYC had given her the much needed money to finish the long awaited project of building the well....
The next week was one of the happiest in her life.Her exhaustion was reduced to half 'coz all she needed to do now was draw water from the common well close to her backyard...and yes she had more energy to get more work done which meant more food on the table and less cries of hungry strved children...God Bless the generous owner..she thought...and satisfy all her wishes...
Meanwhile the Donna Karan dress was being delivered to her appartment ....
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Hmm what is freedom... I guess we each have our own perspective on this. To some people it might essentially mean the freedom to make their own choices, to others it might be to voice their opinions without any backlash of any sorts, to others still it might be not having to answer to anyone about their actions... To me freedom might just be a mix of all the above things that I just mentioned.
But u know what I found out...I guess my whole perception of freedom kinda changed after coming here...(and I still wonder why certain things tend to change with the places where we stay :D)...like when I was back home , I had a coupla restrictions that well were pretty diligently enforced by mom (like the dont stay out too late thing...and in a city like mumbai...can u beat that :D)...well when I came here , I had the choice to stay out as late as I wanted...but do u know what I found myself not doing that very often....hmmm so much for that concept of freedom(*psst: I also found out I kinda missed moms nagging...sheeeesh of all the things to miss * ...I guess a coupla months in mumbai should cure that right outta me :P)
On my trip to NYC recently (haha..see how I actually fit this in here..common I did have to show off to someone :P)..but no really...I felt exhilaratingly free...why..I dunno..don't ask...there were millions of people around me ('specially since my friends and me did the whole touristy NYC thingy).. I just felt free.... maybe I just kinda drew a parallel between mumbai and NYC (now now ppl don't snigger :D..I admit mumbai has its faults...but its one of my favoritest places in the whole wide
world :) :) ) maybe that kinda set off the free spirit in me...to be in a place and devoid of rules and regulations...can be well really like a breath of fresh air....have u guys ever felt that way on going to a particular place...that feeling of freedom ? :)
(oh btw I had food at 'Saravana Bhavan,NY ' *drool drool* :D :D...and yup NYC is the fashion capital of the freakking world :) :) )
P.S: Dedicated to my friends who made that trip possible and fun: to V,AU,J,AD &G...thnks guys :) :)
R.I.P: My dear darling 'pod...shuffle which I lost there.....for the hours of music it provided and all the lonliness, long walks ,traffic jams and sadness it has gotten me through.
As a friend puts it a bittersweet journey :)
Cheers :)
But u know what I found out...I guess my whole perception of freedom kinda changed after coming here...(and I still wonder why certain things tend to change with the places where we stay :D)...like when I was back home , I had a coupla restrictions that well were pretty diligently enforced by mom (like the dont stay out too late thing...and in a city like mumbai...can u beat that :D)...well when I came here , I had the choice to stay out as late as I wanted...but do u know what I found myself not doing that very often....hmmm so much for that concept of freedom(*psst: I also found out I kinda missed moms nagging...sheeeesh of all the things to miss * ...I guess a coupla months in mumbai should cure that right outta me :P)
On my trip to NYC recently (haha..see how I actually fit this in here..common I did have to show off to someone :P)..but no really...I felt exhilaratingly free...why..I dunno..don't ask...there were millions of people around me ('specially since my friends and me did the whole touristy NYC thingy).. I just felt free.... maybe I just kinda drew a parallel between mumbai and NYC (now now ppl don't snigger :D..I admit mumbai has its faults...but its one of my favoritest places in the whole wide
world :) :) ) maybe that kinda set off the free spirit in me...to be in a place and devoid of rules and regulations...can be well really like a breath of fresh air....have u guys ever felt that way on going to a particular place...that feeling of freedom ? :)(oh btw I had food at 'Saravana Bhavan,NY ' *drool drool* :D :D...and yup NYC is the fashion capital of the freakking world :) :) )
P.S: Dedicated to my friends who made that trip possible and fun: to V,AU,J,AD &G...thnks guys :) :)
R.I.P: My dear darling 'pod...shuffle which I lost there.....for the hours of music it provided and all the lonliness, long walks ,traffic jams and sadness it has gotten me through.
As a friend puts it a bittersweet journey :)
Cheers :)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I dunno why I feel like this...but I feel the colors I associate with America are very different from those I associate with India(What a random topic u think :P...yea its been a looong time since I wrote ppl so randomness is bound to be a part of the next few postings at least ;) )
Nyways getting back to my point...lemme tell u what I am about to ramble on about....to me America represents colors like grey, white ,black...orderly, determined, planned.
On the other hand I really do associate India with a riot of colours. Yellow, brown, reds, purples, greens, goldens, silver, white too (but very different from the whites of America).... huh !! u say...how the heck can white be a different color in 2 places u say...has this gal lost her senses(or what is left of it anyways :D)
Lemme tell u how :) ...(alright alright down yawn already :P...If nothing else I promise to at least put in pretty pictures along with the words... :))) )
Lets start with yellow...yellow to me represents manjal or haldi (turmeric)...I always used to see ammai cook with it.... used to be an essential ingredient of most of the sabzis....conjures up images of me running into the kitchen, while she used to cook and pestering her ki whats for lunch,dinner etc.
Then there is brown....hmmm now brown reminds me of multiple things...it reminds me of mother earth back in India (not like there isint brown earth here :P ...but I'm sure u understand what I mean :D... I kinda associate a maternal feeling to India ) .... its the brown of an earthen clay water cooler thingi (though that might not be strictly brown)...brown as the chepanganzhu that my mom uses in sambhars (I dunno why...but somehow u see lotsa memories of mine are associated with food :P...hmmmmm) . 
And then there is purple....how purple...its the border of one of my moms Kanjeevaram sarees. Now believe me ppl 'm against the whole silk thing as much as the next person...But I dunno why...thts the first and very strong vivid image that comes to mind...
Now that brings us to red.....red is the color of "maang ka sindoor" (I went Bollywood-ish here I knw :D.... U knw tht dialouge the hero asks in surprise... "maaaaa...yeh tumhari maang main sindoor " ;) ) .... Red is the colour of Chrysanthemums that used to grow in our garden..... its the color of mirchi powder which we used to put in sabzis (There I go with the food thingi again :P...seriouslyy I miss moms cooking :) )....
Then there is silver...how silver...the oxidized bangles which are in...thats how :D (yea 'm a lover of 'em too :D)
Hmmmm golden...now this may sound silly...but it is for those warm
Indian mornings... (and for me the sights and the sounds thingi is closely related :) ).... for the smell of pipping hot idliis, for the sound of 'Vishnu sahasranamam' , and my my personal fav..... the sound of the cans of milk against the doodhwalas cycle.White...hows white different....hmmm white is for the maligaipoov (jasmine flowers)
in moms hair during festivals (again I like the fragrance)...white is for thair sadham (curd rice) with oorgais(pickles)
....psst: ermmm the tam bram in me reared its head quite a bit in this post
and ...*ouch*...thats nostalgia hitting me...and it sure does knock a punch ;)
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