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.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
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!
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
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
Sunday, November 22, 2009
I Love to dream
I never call it a day unless I narrate my previous night’s dream to Doi. She is always as excited as me while listening to my dreams. Being called the ‘dreamy gal’ I would just live my life dreaming like I had all the time in the world to waste!
You might find it strange but, dreaming has been one of my passions. Every night I pray that I get to dream irrespective of the dream being a dream or turning out to be a nightmare. There is a sense of satisfaction when you wake up the next morning and remember what you dreamt. There are times when I wake up to find myself laughing, sometimes scared and sometimes even howling! Dream theme ranges from derring-do types to the most obvious in my case, being chased by someone.
While studying about human personalities in my Psychology class, I wondered why were psychologists earlier so fond of gauging personalities through interpretation of dreams. But I found of late that dreaming HAS got at least microscopic connection with reality. When I myself have started to see the connection, the psychologists would not have found it difficult to bring up or make the connection. A 'real' and an ‘accurate’ as they called it.
The dreaming process does not end there. It is complete when I narrate it to Doi and interpret it in our own way. Occasionally she takes over as the analyst, and at other times I download e-books on dreams and searching for interpretation of the key words.
And for the dream lovers out there,start dreaming and feel the aura. Happy dreaming! :)
You might find it strange but, dreaming has been one of my passions. Every night I pray that I get to dream irrespective of the dream being a dream or turning out to be a nightmare. There is a sense of satisfaction when you wake up the next morning and remember what you dreamt. There are times when I wake up to find myself laughing, sometimes scared and sometimes even howling! Dream theme ranges from derring-do types to the most obvious in my case, being chased by someone.
While studying about human personalities in my Psychology class, I wondered why were psychologists earlier so fond of gauging personalities through interpretation of dreams. But I found of late that dreaming HAS got at least microscopic connection with reality. When I myself have started to see the connection, the psychologists would not have found it difficult to bring up or make the connection. A 'real' and an ‘accurate’ as they called it.
The dreaming process does not end there. It is complete when I narrate it to Doi and interpret it in our own way. Occasionally she takes over as the analyst, and at other times I download e-books on dreams and searching for interpretation of the key words.
And for the dream lovers out there,start dreaming and feel the aura. Happy dreaming! :)
Monday, November 16, 2009
As spoonerism becomes a lart of our pingo!
Stepping into the college with some kinda fear, smiling faintly at the person sitting next to you, slowly the smiles turn into ‘hi’, then comes forming a group, hugging for no reasons, laughing for no reasons, getting caught for using cell phones in class, thrown out by the lecturer for “distracting” the class were all part of the college life. And now after the 3 years of my college life it’s time for me to hug them n smile with the tearful eyes to bid farewell wishing the lest of buck.
My days have never been good without the company of the loveliest of my friends. Each one is fuch a sreak! Having endless stories attached to each one that I could start a blog on each freak :P! There have been days when I felt low and went to college to moosen up my lind just to watch them act the way they usually do! ;)
Last few months of college have been rocking! It was the beginning of the neologism era(where I found out that neologisms are not confined to schizophrenics alone but to bunch of weirdos like us as well), the sketches, odes, blogs, doism, love poetry, ‘separation poetry’ ;), hate poetry, ‘dloves’, spoonerisms and what not! And some inconceivable days when nit has worn salwar to college or when she has had veg food at Mc D or situations when doi has forgotten to get her compact or gloss!
Okay... now coming to the spoonerism part of it, one of the modern ways we opted for entertainment. And i have no idea as to how it has turned out to be a main ingredient in our speech these days. Each one of us sounds just as cute as an infant. Sweet chariot turns out to be chweet sariot! Let’s put a smile on that face becomes let’s put a file on that smace, and the innumerable names which has undergone the torture. ;)
But I swear! Things wouldn’t turn out to be so much fun without us being spooners :P
Sproud to be a pooner ;) spoonering with you guys has been great!! Bind Mlowing I must say ;)
My days have never been good without the company of the loveliest of my friends. Each one is fuch a sreak! Having endless stories attached to each one that I could start a blog on each freak :P! There have been days when I felt low and went to college to moosen up my lind just to watch them act the way they usually do! ;)
Last few months of college have been rocking! It was the beginning of the neologism era(where I found out that neologisms are not confined to schizophrenics alone but to bunch of weirdos like us as well), the sketches, odes, blogs, doism, love poetry, ‘separation poetry’ ;), hate poetry, ‘dloves’, spoonerisms and what not! And some inconceivable days when nit has worn salwar to college or when she has had veg food at Mc D or situations when doi has forgotten to get her compact or gloss!
Okay... now coming to the spoonerism part of it, one of the modern ways we opted for entertainment. And i have no idea as to how it has turned out to be a main ingredient in our speech these days. Each one of us sounds just as cute as an infant. Sweet chariot turns out to be chweet sariot! Let’s put a smile on that face becomes let’s put a file on that smace, and the innumerable names which has undergone the torture. ;)
But I swear! Things wouldn’t turn out to be so much fun without us being spooners :P
Sproud to be a pooner ;) spoonering with you guys has been great!! Bind Mlowing I must say ;)
Note!
Being a student of Journalism(once upon a time!), I was rather expected to write more posts and sensible ones too. Thought I would manage two blogs. One for 'Just-like-that'posts and the other for 'non-just-like-that' posts. Well I hardly could go beyond ten posts including both the blogs(shame on me! :P ) and that is why I decided to merge the blogs. The 'just like that' blog gets deleted today.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Epitome of joblessness
It’s been almost three months since I finished my last exam. I sit at home and do nothing but time pass. I watch TV, I sleep, I come online every 5 mins to check mail which I am sure of not receive in that short span. You might envy me of being so free, so relaxed. But it’s the most unpleasant thing which can happen to you. It’s like being caught and sent to Federal de Sona :P You don’t know what Sona is? Its high time you watch prison break!
Ah prison break reminds me of Scofield. He’s the handsomestest creature I have seen. And certainly next on the list is Mr.Pilot :D
If u know me, you know it well that its likely to change :P For those who didn’t get that, ignore that last sentence.
I have stopped feeling awful for not being active and putting on weight. I am just as dead as the calendar. I don’t mean to say that I know of my knowledge, what there is particularly dead about the calendar. I might have inclined, myself, to regard the calendar as the deadest thing in my room. Its June already (June right? :-/) and the calendar, I would say, ‘died’ in the month of February itself. So you will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that I am as dead as the calendar.
Apart from the travelling I did, which was like for a few days, I have done nothing in these two months. But I would like to say that during those few days I wasn’t a wimp but really did enjoy visiting great places. You say I wasn’t really dead and shouldn’t compare myself with the calendar? Come on! The calendar has continued to exist for two months whatsoever :P
Few of the questions which has puzzled me are
1.Why doesn't mum wake me up early in the morning?
2.Why doesn’t dad ask me to ‘be creative’ and ‘do something’?
It hurts! It hurts very much when people start to not tell you things which you don’t like. but certainly better than the usual mum and dad’s lecture saga :P
Am I making any sense at all? I hope your answer is no. Otherwise I will know how jobless you are and like me, as dead as the calendar on my wall.
I was clear enough in the title itself and don’t dare blame me for writing the worst piece of blog writing ever. :D
Ah prison break reminds me of Scofield. He’s the handsomestest creature I have seen. And certainly next on the list is Mr.Pilot :D
If u know me, you know it well that its likely to change :P For those who didn’t get that, ignore that last sentence.
I have stopped feeling awful for not being active and putting on weight. I am just as dead as the calendar. I don’t mean to say that I know of my knowledge, what there is particularly dead about the calendar. I might have inclined, myself, to regard the calendar as the deadest thing in my room. Its June already (June right? :-/) and the calendar, I would say, ‘died’ in the month of February itself. So you will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that I am as dead as the calendar.
Apart from the travelling I did, which was like for a few days, I have done nothing in these two months. But I would like to say that during those few days I wasn’t a wimp but really did enjoy visiting great places. You say I wasn’t really dead and shouldn’t compare myself with the calendar? Come on! The calendar has continued to exist for two months whatsoever :P
Few of the questions which has puzzled me are
1.Why doesn't mum wake me up early in the morning?
2.Why doesn’t dad ask me to ‘be creative’ and ‘do something’?
It hurts! It hurts very much when people start to not tell you things which you don’t like. but certainly better than the usual mum and dad’s lecture saga :P
Am I making any sense at all? I hope your answer is no. Otherwise I will know how jobless you are and like me, as dead as the calendar on my wall.
I was clear enough in the title itself and don’t dare blame me for writing the worst piece of blog writing ever. :D
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