Moccasin is not a crazy drink!

I have never been a shopaholic. I barely go out just to shop. I also dreadfully dislike being anyone’s purchase pal. I consider it as one of the worst jobs in the whole universe. Accompanying someone to buy stuff, waiting until the person tries on a hundred clothes in the trial room and the most sickening of all - your choice being discarded but their own being chosen! What’s the whole point?

Now for a person like me, for obvious reasons, good knowledge about new trend and fashion might be something out of my league.

A friend rushes to me one day.

She seems pretty excited and says (almost screams), “Guess what my boyfriend got me for my birthday?!”

“Hmmmm...er...mmmm..umm..aa... I don’t know. WHAT?” (Sounding as much excited)

“He got me this lovely blue skirt, shades and moccasins” she continues to scream

“Oh Wow! That’s awesome! That skirt looks beautiful on you. And the shades too! And what is this Mocha-sins? Is it some kinda crazy drink available at Mocha?”

“Are you kidding me? Moccasins is NOT a drink. It is footwear!” Screaming at a higher pitch this time.

“Oh! Okay” I said and wondered why the dinosaurs are extinct and not here right now to gobble me up!

That shouldn’t have happened. Especially for a person who knows that sometimes not talking is the most legitimate diplomatic option. A squeak and “awww so cute” and a few blinks would’ve done the needful.

I felt so guilty of not being aware of such ‘simple’ things. I came home and the first thing I did was text all my friends asking them what Moccasins meant according to them. That was to get a general picture as to how bad was I compared to others.

These were some of the replies I received

1. “People who sin by drinking too much Mocha coffee” (too close to my answer :P)
2. “What is it? Some kind of exotic cocaine?” (this person is too much obsessed with matters relating to cocaine these days :P )
3. “A sin committed by wearing Mochi chappal” (this mentions about footwear. not too far! :P)
4. “Shoes. In leather” (bingo!)

After all, I am not the only one who gets these strange meanings out of unfamiliar names. I was no longer guilty about my stupidity but I, somewhere in corner of my mind was feeling not so good about being so uninformed. I decided right then. I should at least be aware of things which are “in” if not shop those. Ndtv Goodtimes and Travel and living have been my ‘homepage channels’ since that day.

Now I’m not just aware of Moccasins but also am good at identifying Skimmers, Clogs, Espadrilles and Mary Janes...but I still believe that chappals and shoes are the only categories of footwear which exist and the above mentioned are chappals with the different (sometimes weird) shapes!

Who gave shoes such a whacked out name? Doesn’t shoe sound sweet enough?


P.s Please excuse typos, spelling mistakes, strange grammatical choices and bizarre shifts in tense.

Why I hate my study holidays

Here ends the preps, here ends the preps!

Just as I finish writing my last pre finals paper my face lightens up assimilating the fact that I have completed writing it. There is a sense of satisfaction which slowly crawls all over my body. BUT… like all bollywood movies have a villain who pops up at inappropriate times, the thought that I still have to write my finals pops up. The earlier feeling is probably what is called as the irrational exuberance!

To give you all an example of heights of mixed emotions, I finish my preps= happy; got my finals still =sad; got study holidays in between = happy; things which I do +things which happen to me during these holidays makes me sad all over again.

Here’s the whole thing…

The foremost reason why I hate study holidays is because those are ‘study’ holidays. The word ‘holiday’ when preceded by the word ‘study’ brings in a lot of dissatisfaction, guilt, frustration and deserves all the generous negative feelings I can find. Although a lot of times I do tend to bifurcate ‘study’ from ‘study holidays’, there are a few omnipresent things (like books, photocopies of notes) and people (like mum and dad) which/who predictably remind you of the impending (probably a disastrous) examination.

This might sound strange to many ears but studying makes me hungry. The innumerable cups of coffee and innumerable cookies my mum gets to my room door step makes me feel all the more lazy and sleepy and I decide to take a nap which perhaps will go on for an hour or two and sometimes three. All these collectively makes me put on weight which is another strong reason why I hate study holidays. So that makes it the second reason. (I guess being a girl this reason should have been the primary reason :-/ what do you think?)

Reason number 3: The “I-am-so-addictive-to-TV-soaps” mum watches TV all day long and my “I-work-all-day-so-I-deserve-to-watch-TV-in-the-night” brother leave me no other option than to watch the mind-numbing soaps or a better among the worst options of not watching TV at all.

Hmmm…that’s about it. I don’t usually whine about things. But stuff like exams really makes me go bonkers!

Another random poem

A path less travelled
invites me to explore the unknown
which resides beyond
I start to fear, I cry, I pray

None to guide, I walk the path
alone
listening to the melody of silence
and tuning a little
I start to think, I learn, I discover

I experience the beauty of pain
Sweeten the rich bitterness
inside me
I start to breathe, I smile, I hum

I reach
the Destination
experience the unknown, which is
the Life
I start to Dream, I Love, I Live

- Amrita