Getting married is no easy task..

I never thought a marriage could be such a TIRING affair.. oodles of shopping!! Well, I always believed i can never get tired of shopping, now i AM.. Shopping ke naam pe hi i remember those gruelling sessions.. Once in a while it was enjoyable.. But I have been doing this daily, with a parade of people around me, telling me that what i like is not good, and what i dont like is suiting me.. phew!! and getting to a common ground takes so much effort and patience :)
And there is so much more in a wedding.. selecting wedding invitation cards, filling up boxes with sweets, wrapping all the wedding gifts, listening to everyone else's "riwaz" and then actually following them :) Telling everyone about the color of my weddind day dress, from its color,its style, its kind of embroidery,draping, down to its cost.. Everyone around keep teasing me about sushant (my fiance) and funnily i enjoy those moments..

Farewell !!

NO, I am not saying farewell to Blogger.. This post is about a note, a friend of mine wrote when it was farewell time from my PG degree. I just found it in my computer archives and thought i'll post it here :)

Fair looks!! resembles a kashmiri girl, but she is a Punjabi Kudi with curly hair and long long earrings..
A fundoo girl who never takes tension for academics and give confidence to others to be cool and optimistic. A social girl with lots & lots of frens. Her jack finally made our ESD project especially ur stepper motor to run.
She is always logged into gtalk, never sign-out. Whenever she doesnt find anyone to talk to, she simply knocks my door & start idhar-udhar ki baatein. Total time-pass!!!
Friends, you might find shelfs of books, cassettes in every room, but she has a unique collection of earrings!!!!! She has a collection of long matching earringd which goes with every top, shirt, shawl, saree... and all other outfits.
This girl is too fond of music. While chatting, studying, sleeping, music always remain her companion. But she is not aware how much disturbance she is creating for the girl at her back room. you can guess her room in our whole wing through the beats.
But in her room, you will never find things in their place except her laptop. You may find a lot of junk in her trunk but a minute later you will realize how valuable junk is, when she transform them to one of her innovative ideas.
One of her too pretty saying, when you are deep in sleep in afternoon at around 2p.m., you'll get a knock at your door and she'll say, "bucket please!! ".. If you are a bit luckier she'll also say, "mug please!! ". You look pretty innocent when you say this.. :)
She is good in painting, she is good in dancing, she is good in photography.. with a very beautiful approach to see the world. Well to her credits, goes a death defined stunts like dancing SALSA in pencil heels..
I'm sure by now you have guessed to whom i am indicatings.. She is Dolly from Delhi !!

Friends, Laughter, Fights etc.

I would not have been the same person without the friends i have had, as i passed through various phases of my life.
All moments, smiles, fights, sharing tiffin boxes, pulling legs, gossips, laughter, embarrassments, scoldings, back-bitings, saving money for someone's birthday, Bunking classes, Going to movies and hooting there, having innumerous crushes and then having looooong discussions over him..
Everything seem so distant now, yet remain close to heart..

The Red Carpet

I was recently traveling by air to home for Diwali.. It was a lovely evening with some clouds on the sky.. But i never imagined this lovely evening was going to get transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful evening..
I got a window seat from where i could directly watch the sun. I was glad for the clouds which stood as guards against the glaring sun-shine and providing excellent view at the same time.. I could not click a snap, but the adjacent photo is pretty much similar to what i saw that day..
Our plane went over the smaller cloud and gave us a spectacular view of changing colors on the bigger cloud.. Watching the sun's play on this cloud was just spell-bounding.. from grey to illuminated borders to sizzling golden to absolute white..
I was about to close my windshield since the sun was directly shining on my eyes.. But i guess it was a lucky day.. I noticed a red Carpet below the plane. A soft furry red carpet. At first i din realized what is it. The plane's wing tilted a bit & i saw the sun, just about to set, at extreme corner of the earth. Dimmed by clouds surrounding it, emanating a dull yellow sparkle .. The color slowly turned into Red as it moved away from the golden ball hung at the horizon.. The clouds directly below us were reflecting the afterglow and were giving the illusion of velvety soft red carpet..
The pic i have shown here is a bit different. What i witnessed was a little more yellow near the sun, a little smoother cloud-surface and a brighter shade of red on the clouds.. but this was the only pic i found on google which had sunset above clouds :D (I wish clicking snaps was allowed while flight takes off, It would have been soooo gud)

Compliments

I got few after a team building workshop -

* I speak my mind quite easily & quickly
* My smile is contagious
* I trust my team members well
* I am very creative
* I have an eye for detail
* I have good communication skills
* I am very articulate, i choose my words well
* I am honest and always consistent in what i say

Thanks for all these words! It feels good to be appreciated once in a while :)

SandCastle - A Story

"Mom!!! you are not listening to me!! Loooooook aaatt myyyy saaaand caaaastle."

I suddenly came back from my siesta. Krish, my 4 year old son was calling me for something. Oh! He wants me to look at his sandcastle, which i know would be exactly the same as he made yesterday and the day before yesterday and the day before that. I smiled slowly. He is such a kid! well, 4-year olds are actually called kids. Phew!! From where do they get all the energy from, is still not very apparent to me.

"Mom!!! Come-on, you are soooo laaaaazy. I have taken 2 rounds from my castle towards you and you are still sitting here". My little son was shouting at me and i was watching him speechlessly. I hugged him while he was making those cute little faces while speaking. "Okay, so now will you come? Please! Please! Please!" He said softly in my ear. He probably has learned how to coax me into doing something for him. Somehow he was getting too eager to show me his castle, which i have been watching since the time he learned how to make it.

I took his hand on my palm and started walking with him to his sandcastle. And the instant I lay my eyes on it I knew the reason for his eagerness. He had decorated the sandcastle with shells and hey, there's a starfish too. I saw him with a swelled-up chest, looking at me, waiting for me to say its good.
"Its good, Lets go home now. You deserve a chocolate for all your hard work". I guess chocolate trick might do the works, for i know, from my experience of course, that he doesn't leave the beach quickly.

He kept rattling on. His chats (short)ranging from different colors of shells he collected to how he caught the star fish. I tried remembering what shells did i collect when i was his age.

In this small brain of mine, 28 years of a life are huddled up. Rewinding back by 24 years is not easy. I don't think i remember anything from that time of my life. But i do remember the time i told my parents that i am going to get married to sandeep. Their thought process didn't include letting their daughter get married at her own will. On top of that he was not from our caste. I never could understand what difference does a caste make?

Even though my parents agreed to get us married, they never believed i could be happy in this marriage. They warned me that this marriage is like a sandcastle, it'll wash away with next wave of fights. 5 years have went past since, but my parents attitude is still the same. Today, mom called me up, only to confirm that i am happy. Its so ironic that she wants me to be happy but cannot see the way my heart melts whenever i see sandeep walking towards me. she cannot see how beautiful my life is with two men to pamper me around. Hmm well, that is, if you could call Krish a man too.

And well, If i inspect closely, I see my son making sandcastles everyday, I hear him talk about it every hour. When I watch my husband helping him out on Sundays, I know my marriage finally has become a BIG sandcastle as my parents expected. BUT, It doesn't get washed away, it just get growing in our hearts. I am happy.

GO GOA!!!

Some momeries from my recent trip to goa..

- Hunting for Red garments
- Playing guitar nd congo in the train, when i dont really know how to play them :)
- Feeling dead cold while sleeping, i din have anything to keep myself warm :(
- Enjoying the personal suite and hot water shower(which i miss at my home :( )
- Going inside the sea for the very first time. jumping with the incoming waves.. going a lil deeper in the sea with frens.. tasting the sea water.. I din like the taste of salt in the sea :D
- Collecting shells on the beach..
- Making sand-castle and then decorating it with shells & a StarFish..
- Playing polo in pool & trying to remember how to swim..
- Feeling nervous that my dance will go wrong on stage.. it was just not practised enough
- Sitting on beach till late into the night
- Not giving way to the shuttle driver to go past us while coming back from the beach
- Drinking 7up for Rs.115/- and then talking non-stop till i went to sleep
- Getting difficulty in getting up in the morning
- Parsing the Goan roads on bike & gettting lost innumerous times in the night
- Buying some (more) junk jewellery from beach side stalls & getting tempted to buy 12 earrings for just 80 bucks.
- Parasailing, looking at 360 degree horizon and loving every minute of flying in the air.
- Taking out crabs( or whatever they were) from their shells, watching star fish moving its tentacles when taken out of water
- Watching sunset over sea and discussing an abandoned ship on shores of aguada fort
- Singing songs while coming back to our hotel, watching Ishwar jump from scooty everytime it hit a speedbreaker
- Dancing non-stop on DJ night and having 4 scoops of icecream later
- Having a memorable night of my life
- Hurryingly packing-up to wait for "gift a friend" but finally exchanging my gift :D
- Clicking snaps with "vasco" in different poses

Iske baad ki memories not too gud, so not trying to remember them.. :D

And remembering a few gud ones i cant write here.. all of these made GOA a wonderfull trip..