the ending 'March'

happiness is

• pink blossoms on my side of the planet
• a three day week
• a cat-person converting to a dog-person and watching a dog movie with me
• and, trip-y happy in TWO!

over-the-damn-moon!

'Exception'al Tradition

We keep up.. We are consistent.. Not the otherwise believers of sticking to traditions, at least on the face of it.. We somehow do stick to ours.. Our almost annual meeting tradition! *hark!*

So yes, exception-al it has always been.. Since all these years.
And this time around, the only one to see my place, both before and after! The furnishings, I meant!

And the traditions were of course met with.

• elaborate plans since a day prior.
• getting rid of my folks for an us time.
• actually somehow managing to stick to the "original" plan *we managed the last 4 runs of the final! and we did a high-five on that!*
• movie and smokes
• forgetting all about the chips up till the last 30 mins of the movie
• bubble-wrap bliss
• gossip
• mad rush to get rid of those "evidence" *i still have to destroy the evidence*
• catching up with my folks

And a BLAST in the house to end the evening with! Like literally!

So yeah! We are pretty much there in keeping up our tradition alive.. 

Exception, after all.

*smiles*

Black is the colour of Love!

eight years back, you first came to my life
and i was all smiles, coz you were all shines

i had my best with you.. and i had you with me in my worst..
had many firsts with you.. even the very "inroduction"..

you were the rock support in every scene, across all genres.

from that first ever solo drive, to that late night ride, to those infinite trips to-n-fro during those great times, to that one crazy drive through to that city all alone, to the first 100, to the first many numbers, to that bad crash, to the heartbreak and the tears that followed, to the first Valentine, to the moon-ride and the first great memory, to those hideous sing-alongs to equally hideous songs, to the many plans and the many joy-rides..

to that legendary trip to the dessert land, which is waiting down the line
and to many many more of such awesomeness that's yet to be lived.

you deserve the candle and the love..
for, you've always been my forever #BlackLove!

#8-0-0-5.

sudden burst of HAPPINESS!

April be meeting the Girlfriend
May be putting in the papers
June be the Happiness
and, July be the Grandest!

then August, September, October
and November be the Celebrations

for December be the Encore
and make way for a new year!

*i'm simply so bleh!*


 

that kind of a day!

what do you do when it's that kind of a day?
that kind of a day which doesnt come everyday, so it's "that kind of a day".

• you get up early and beat everyone to shower.. that kind of a day.
• you leave late for work and yet be among those first ones to reach.. that kind of a day.
• you still don't get your favourite parking spot, inspite of being among the early ones.. yeah, that kind of a day.
• pressing matters at hand regarding tomorrow's agenda, and yet enough distractions to not let you do your work.. that kind of a day.
• and still managing somehow not to get in the bad books of the boss lady and the boss lady's boss, when they're constantly hovering around you during your mostest distracted self.. that kind of a day.
• and when, inspite of a packed VC room, all through the day (at least, the better part of the day, that is) when the team disappoints, you still don't want to let go of all the excitement that you'd initally built on around the day.. that kind of the day, it is!

so, that last few hours, over the fag end of the 'official' day, when you decide today's not going to be that kind of a day when you end on a disappointed note, you get hold of the youngest member of your "family" and play volley!
oh boy! what fun!

youngest member, read : yours truly!
play volley, read : the most distorted version of truth and dare!
and the players are all those rest of the "family" members! fortunately the top three of the hierarchy (read : the boss lady, the boss lady's boss, and RAT) are not there! (phew!)

and so, as i'd said previously too, the questions continued.. *hah!*
and then yours truly gets the gift too!

p.s. and a very favourite one of yours truly from among the rest of the family members, paired the stalker with yours truly, to double the fun! heheeheehehehehe! all i can say is, it's no fun being the second youngest!

and a chocolate treat to end the day with.. he is my favourite one of the lot for a reason, you see!

proshnoye osthir!

shajina toh shajina..
ar shajleo moha mushkil.. lokjoner proshner r shesh nei!
lokjon toh tao lokjon.. barir lokerao kichu kom jae na..

r kothaye jai!

and to think that i was actually happy with a perfect winged tip!

shey r boltey.. sheta jodio onek diner cheshta.. roj-i praaye chalie jetam cheshta ta.. after all, i can be very persisting.. r e shob byapare toh aroi.. r ajke finally, ota thik kore hoeche.. tao abar first attempt-ei.. toh aro anondo.. kichu khon aayenar shamne darie lafiyeo nilam.. eta jana shotteo je etar jonno ektu deri-o hoye jabe berobar jonno.. tarpor shob thikthak kore jei berobo, eker-por-ek question!

r parina!

p.s. ei success ta recurring holei bhalo.. shey din obdi chaliye jete hobe..tarpor dakha galo je shey dinei puro flop-show! "jaundiced-look" ba "panda-eyes" niye ghurlam.. ota khub-i baje byapar hobe.. na hoye jano..

p.p.s r proshno gulo apaoto thambe boleo mone hocche na!

wedding crashers

Remember that Bharat Matrimony ad wherein the dad runs after every guy he lays his eyes on with that red turban, much to the daughter's embarrassment?

Yeah well, the ad does get the embarrassment part right.. Bull's eye with the daughter part too!

So, yes.. It's the wedding season.. Again! And it seems, the place I live in, never runs short of wedding season! Too much wedding happening around me! All year long.. On the plus side of it, I get to be pretty and tall and eat good food and be the sexy chauffeur. On the not so plus side, 7 out of 10 times, I miss out on doing the above mentioned things.. Bad misses for me..

So anyway, that track has been put on the correct mode.. Been attending them regularly.. Dressing up, being tall, sitting pretty and being the sexy chauffeur anyone has ever seen.
Just the one flip side, though.

By now, with so many close ones getting married or starting on that path, my mother also seems to be of the opinion that she needs to get busy too!

So, I'm kinda being the fair one here.

A shout out to them who fall in that bracket of my mother's "zone of interest".. Stay out!
Take cover.. Duck! Run for your lives!

And till then, ah well, I'm gonna bask in all the royal treatment that comes my way! Got a wedding to plan, after all! *chuckle*

amidst butterflies, fortune tellers and palm-readers, this one was long overdue!

p.s. caution to/for a certain J, to be very precise!

Familiarity

She doesn't like change.. She never liked change..

She doesn't do change.

She doesn't like surprises.. Because, that also relates to change.. Change will bring forth the surprise.. So, never the fan of change in the first place.

She loves familiarity.

She had always found comfort in familiarity.

She finds her peace, her solace in those cold folds of familiarity.

She breathes life into familiarity.

It's her orange, her familiarity.

She thought maybe, for once, she can give a try to a certain change. After all, there's always a first, eh?

She realised the folly.

The change was never her orange..

The change was her brown. She never liked brown.

The change went from back and forth and back again and it was too much and too many of changes for her to keep changing with.

Made her dizzy.

Made her head spin.

Made her lose her footing.

She hates that. She likes to have her feet firmly placed on the ground. The real reason why she still votes for her keds even with sari and not her sky-high heels. firm and sure footing.

That's familiar to her.

Danseuse likes her footing strong.

She breathes life again. In her orange of familiarity. In the reds and the blacks.. In the violets and the teals.. In her orange kaleidoscope. 

No room for change.. Only exception if the change decides to ground itself and stops changing back and forth. Only if the change becomes red.

She likes red.

Comes a close orange.

She lives orange. 

She loves orange. 

No change for her. 

Magic of Three!

Third month is the 5-day week month! Into the third week already and I'm starting to soften in my hard stance with which I began this month. Charm of three is working it's way into me, apparently.

Yes, I kinda love three.
Third world country, to start with.
A family of three.
The third letter makes up my initials.
Part of a trio among cousins.
Group-of-three featuring my favoutite people.
Three best friends to have spent literally half of my life with.
Three in the favourite date, and the favourite month being the multiple.
Coincidentally, the third super moon of the year as well.

Hah! also, it's now a wait of three, from this day on! *cheeky*

I can safely say that I am a girl besotted with "three".. Or maybe, that's the OCD speaking? Heck, even OCD has three letters! Just saying.

p.s. also, one of the above mentioned "three" gives a brilliant reason to be happy! 
 

the "NOT" list

Not an English professor
Not a doctor
Not a dentist (being specific here)
Not a squeaker (yes, i'm big on people standing up for their cause with conviction)
Not a herbivore (a definite not this one!)
Not a purist (i love my water coloured and grass brown)
Not a kid / 'man-boy' (*shudders*)
Not a pretentious douche-bag
Not a grammar retard ("then" and "than" are NOT to be interchanged, ever!)

Exceptions to the above "not":
Surgeon can be considered.
Bong too, but that comes tremendously loaded with a lot of pre-conditions.

p.s. the wedding season does this to me..

Tipsy

so even if i do somehow manage to end up there, there's still a whole fuckin' state between my place and his.
and to top that, i'll be on the north end of one state, then there will be the "monkey-in-the-middle" kinda state, and then he will be in the south end of his state.

simply brilliant!


US and A,
read this in whichever way,
as you may
for there's an A in my name to say
and S finds its place
in your name too, just 'round the A!

after all, there's a song too that goes
"Let's go get lost anywhere in the U.S(and)A"

and the only piece of green on me is in my eyes. #StPatricks

on an unrelated note, and a HIGHER note as well
there is an "us" in "Narcissus"! i miss "US". *oh the hell*


p.s. ajker din ta dayitto niye daru kheye getting drunk types day.. and what did i do? last 48 hrs dhore i'm in the esteemed company of red, yellow, green and other colored strips of rows with 10 spreadsheets simultaneously open, and numbers.. millions and millions bordering on the zillions kinda numbers.. with the end result being, ami basic add-subtract bhule jacchi.. shei r ki. oh yes, also, pulling off almost an all-nighter, two nights a row! and no, this ain't something me proud of. *grrrrr!*

and now that i'm reading this entire piece of shit i've written, taking out all my frustrations on the keyboard, i realise that it's the most incoherent piece of crap that i've written! nothing makes sense from the start till the end.. ergo, her "highness" is coming down.. that's bad.. i could have gladly done with a bit more of her "highness". *sigh!*

also, it's REALLY bugging me now.

Hateful Reasons

reasons to HATE the other side of the world:

• it is literally on the other side, to start with.
• there is a lot of land and water which gets in the way of everthing.. too much of it in fact.
• the sun and moon are always at loggerheads.
• calenders never sync.
• people who matter (a.k.a. all my favourite people) have crossed over to that (hateful)other side.
• the fact that it's constantly featuring on "Blabbermouth" and is the standing reason for the uncanny and most abnormal spike in numbers, which, (by now)after a week, has (now) started to get on my nerves (i dun do well with surprises.. and this is of the order of too much of suspense and i no likey).

on an entirely different note, JUNE should REALLY come soon.

Shoe-ing the Saturday

"Every piece of garment you wear tells a story. The shoes make sure it's a happy ending."

Shoeaholic.
Me.
Yours truly.
Self-confessed.
And proud.
Supremely.

The definition of a shoeaholic may not be fitting me to the 'T'.. I'm still short of the required numbers.. *I'm catching up.. Will eventually do so too..*

And this time around, I had a valid reason.. I have a BIG event coming up.. A GALA event in fact.. And that deserves sexy shoes! Which will be taken due care of in my impending trip to #MY city of love.
Also, I was short of the most important shoe.. And I had to have that in my closet..*Of course! duh-uh!*

So, come Saturday,and I get these beauties!

My long standing wish and desire stands fulfilled. Another item checked off the list! *Happiness*


p.s. And she says, "Mathaye kore rakhbe ebar tumi.. Biye te shudu ei guloi jaabe taahole.. Shobai k    bolbo shudhu juto dite.. Juto r boi.. Biyer por tomar bor-er kopale dukkho ache.. Shara barite ki na shudhu trunk bhorti juto; ek-gushti tomar baccha-bucchi, jegulo etodin ami porishkar kore esechi; r almari bhorti boi. Uff!"

p.p.s. The irate her!

p.p.p.s. I simply love them!!! *Gushing uncontrollably*

Would've beens!

On what would have been ..

• would have been a day of "1210 calling 1310" -- a first, on the last.
• would have been the evening of fond reminisce of the five years lived.
• would have been a night of celebrations over wine under the starlit sky.
• would have been the perfect frame of happy faces lit with jubiliance.
• would have been the gateway for a trippy weekend.

But no.. It was not to be.
And so it all remains, the would-have-beens.


Instead, it turned out to be the day when

• I woke up to my girl-friend's call *what a beginning to the day*
• Me and my 'stalker' in identical clothes *WTF!* on a "chequered" day Friday.
• I gave wings to my plans *#MY cities of #LOVE beckon!*
• Bitching session with fellow females over food can be a brilliant stress-buster!
• I sang in front of an audience, after ages!
• U.S of A turned a big time "audience" (for two days on the trot, more than a century hits!)

But a glass of wine at the end of the day would sure have been fun.
And I wait.
For I know, that it will be.
One day.

p.s. I LOVE Friday, the Thirteenth(sic)! Period.

p.p.s Also, it was the day when THIS happened :

Deutsche Love!

food-trail-weekend!

and finally it began.. this time from the fourth day itself.. well yes, certain perks of calling in a half day when you decide that you've really had enough.. plus, added advantage if you are greeted with good news in the very beginning of the day!

 

and that's exactly what happened.. and that was clear enough indication for me to know that this time, it will be a good one.

 

so, come Friday, and an early morning start of the day, only to pick up a favourite person and thus bring in the weekend.. and Friday also being Holi, was the added fun! and the day began with my Man cooking up a deliciously inviting breakfast for everyone in the house!

The day begining like this is bound to be good! Double-Sunny-side-Up!

we followed that up with an equally awesome lunch by mamma.. it was haven!(sorry no photographic evidence of that.. clearly showing how engrossed and busy we were while eating!) and the curtains were brought on by the evening baking adventure, much publicised and broadcasted in the previous post and also a lot of other places!(*me the show-off! shamelessly!*)

and come Saturday.. begining the day on a "sweet" note (food-wise), and then a rendezvous with the "Flying Instructor", followed by the lesser "cousin" of the "flying instructor" with the long long drive.. even the hot sun was no match.. and of course, my Deutsche Love in the limelight!

a pit stop for some more "flying instructions" along with some cold stuffs to beat the heat, we headed for again the most important part---food!

and M.A.D. it was for us! perfect on so many levels!

Pan-grilled fish for the hungry souls, after the long drive in the hot afternoon sun.

too full and too comfortable, we headed back to the cool comforts of another "red" love of mine.. plus, an empty house is always a perfect den for all the afternoon gossips!

come evening, and our love for roads overpowered everything else.. and this time it was the glitters and the colors.. and of course, food is never left behind.. and when on the streets, you have to have "street foods".. and what better than tangy-spicey "pani puri"?

returning home happy (also, stomach happy!) and some more food.. this time finding solace in the all time favourite "dal-chawal".

that was Saturday.. also, a lot of conversations on a lot of topics and a lot of views on a lot of "viewed" objects and subjects!

Sunday started sometime around noon, courtesy too much of "flying" the previous day.. and then who in their proper senses can say no to these beauties?

homemade indulgence for the perfect Sunday

The swelling happiness

and as we say in Bong, "robbar shokal gorom gorom motor-shuti'r kochuri"! and times like this, it really feels awesome to be a Bong! this, with tea and also, the remnants of my Cake. and if you think that we're nicely sorted for sometime till afternoon, well, stop.

because, afternoon was devoted to the Trad Gujju Affair! also, my first time to that place.. it was a wait of 15 mins, but it was worth it! too much of food! simply put. and delicious too! more simply put. by the end of which, it was that sweet ache of satiation and happiness!

Going the trad way for the Sunday afternoon. F-E-A-S-T!

and then the evening ride.. for (again) the flying instructions! cool breeze on the face, awesome company around you, the laughs.. and a pretty setting is the added bonus!

'grass'-y evening by the Waterside!

and calling it a day, with the setting sun!

the orange company

it's when I end and You begin.

it was a perfect weekend for me in a long time. a much needed oxygen break.. emotionally, physically, mentally.

p.s. but you can't stop thinking, can you? i couldn't. it was always there. but at least, i had the option of not thinking about it then.

*Here's to more such awesome impromptu weekends! Cheers!*

 

Food-i-e (puns)

"One of the side benefits of being a foodie and freaking out about food is that you stand a fair chance of losing weight instead of gaining it!"
Said my favourite columnist of my English Daily Newspaper.

And no, before you start thinking along the lines that this is a post by a "foodie"(meant as FOODIE in the coventional terms, per se, and NOT as definied by the said 'my fav columnist of my English Daily Newspaper), bragging about the awesome food eaten and/ or cooked, then you should STOP immediately on those tracks and retrace back to that point when you were this absolute idle person, having nothing significant to do and were therefore going through this tedious bit of bullshit.

OK.. I really tend to digress.. Sincere apologies, as i'm having too many thoughts right now inside my skull and very single one of them is vying for attention! *'nuff said!*

Getting back, this is not really a "food" post by a "foodie".. But again, a something akin to a food post, definitely.

This was on hold since the Valentine's of 2015.. The planning for which began a week prior.. So ideally, the time line should have been met.. But, procrastinating me much.
So, about three weeks later, this happens.

Voila!

bon appétit!

p.s clarifications that are in order:

• You have to be smart enough to really decode the puns (condescending me much? Nah. I'd rather, narcissictic me much(more)!)
• The above piece of pure and absolute deliciousness was not for anything {"thing"(?)} significant on Valentine's. That day just happened to be a Saturday which also happened to be my day off, which also (again) happened to be my ONLY day off in almost an eternity! And, which, according to my standards, definitely deserved a celebration!
• This being my first ever attempt at baking! Me much-o proud-o!

p.p.s i'm definitely marrying someone (mandatorily a carnivore) who knows his way around the kitchen. and knowing the ropes about fancy stuffs would be added advantage! *hee-haw!*

National Grammar Day

I am a self proclaimed grammar nazi. I am extremely fond of "is", "be", "are". More fond of my "then" and "than". And most fond of their distinct usage.

During my formal and mandatory educational days, I remember my 'grammar' books ("Grammar Master", to be precise) more fondly than anything else. Also, maybe that's due to the fact that they were never a part of my course curriculum. Kendriya Vidyalaya alumni, you see! And even later on, when I moved to posh-er environment (read : Change of School, further read : Air-Conditioned classrooms), it was still the old version of CBSE, in which grammar was best not talked about!

But, I still turned out alright. With all my grammar intact.
And I owe it to Tintin, Captain Haddock (especially! You see, I always was drawn to the limelight) and in the later years, to Enid Blyton.

Then came the movies.
And I simply hated the Americans. Partly because, at the beginning of my English Movie period, I barely understood what they're saying (K.V upbringing, you see) and it always used to be subtitles to the rescue (and that's the reason why I'm so good with foreign language movies with subtitles). And other partly because, later on, after I've had pretty decent exposure to those "English" movies and those "British" people, I hated the americans for the way they speak. I still do. Hate them, that is. The other part also holds true equally. I love the Brits. Falling-head-over-heels-and-swooning-in-love kind of love them. And primarily because of that absolutely irresistable way they speak.

They feed my fantasy of a grammar nazi.

I'm known as the "Angrez" of the family, by my folks.

But it all goes out of the window when it comes to love.
Because, "Love still exist. Gammar not."
Apparently.


p.s. The 'Brit' part holds true. Even in love.

Obituary "Food" Note

To that #Candies lunch

To that #Leopold's dinner

To that #Yoko's escape

To that #Imbiss retreat

To that #HardRock love

To that #Mangii delight

You were loved in a way I'd never loved before.

And now that you're no more, they'll never be the same as before!

- A #Heartbroken Soul.

It's a Shame!

so now i can't even hog on my favourite food in my favouite city?!

so much for "democracy" and "right of freedom" AND "CULTURAL and educational right"!

Shame on you!

'Thirteenth' Birthday post

So this is how it goes.
I've known him for exactly half (sic) of my life now!
And so, I've checked more boxes with him than I've left unchecked. And yes, that makes me happy, and also glad. *sweet*
All I'm saying is that we have come long way:

from those horribly embarrassing 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai' sing alongs,
from those secrets,
from our 'blue-moon'(sic) walk,
from our legendary umbrella photo-shoot,
from our many random walks along the sea,
from those midnight smokes by the dilapidated swings,
my compulsive CCD dates simply because i wouldn't just have it in any other way,
compulsorily making the other the part of the gossips,
the never-realising-plans of a trip to anywhere,
the movies with buffaloes (yes, you read that correct!) as the central character,
from hanging out at our all time favourite joint (since (again) exactly half of our lives) to the most outrageously overpriced bar,
from my first Starbucks date,
from our "Mondegar" tees,
from those rain walks, going-splosh-over-puddles walks, walking-back-home-from-school-as-the-bus-broke-down walks, no-reason walks,
insane conversations and mad laughs,
not to forget (and mention) my hopelessly embarrassing video,

to our deal about the "Drunk Bride" *yes, you read that right again!*

this goes out, to that one constant in my life!
Have a Great Birthday and i promise, we'll party real hard when we meet.

p.s. you know the best part of all the above?
       it holds true, the other way round too!

p.p.s you better move your friggin' lazy ass from wherever you are and get to wherever the hell i am!

"Tell Me on a Sunday"

Don't write a letter
when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m
from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please.

Let me down easy, no big song and dance
no long faces, no long looks
no deep conversation
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please.

Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence
with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye.

Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please.