Rainy days..

Mesa has always believed that if the refreshing scent of rain pounding parched earth could be sold in a bottle as perfume... it would sell for millions.. or i would just buy all the stock there is!
I love the sound of rain, the feel of rain drops falling on my face,the sqishy feeling of wet shoes or better yet wet socks(!) .. will stiop there( guess you more or less get the picture!) A glimpse of dark grey clouds is all it takes to make my day and send me to cloud nine.. i recall one particular monsoon morning, a friend peering into my face and asking me why i had that goofy grin pasted on my face( hmmm.. all i can tell ya is that it had something to do with the strong wind outside lol!)
Love dancing in the rain, on many rainy evening i have been found dancing on the terrace, music blaring .. usually to the tune of "I love the rainy night " or " dancing in the moonlight" ... fortunately for me, i live in an independent house, so no complaints as of now due to my insane antics! The joy of getting drenched in the rain walking, riding a cycle or on the bike is unsurpassed- closely followed by one thing... eating ice!( even tried hail on many an occasion!! mmmm...*licks chops in memory*!)
Oh brings back memories of school days .. when yours truly would go about jumping in every puddle i could find on the way to the bus stop or better yet stand below all these branches n shake the tree so that leaves and moisture would rain down on me! I was in the twelfth and one particularly lovely day , one of my teachers found me in the process of shaking one such branch and was flabbergasted... Here was a girl they thought was mature, responsible and level-headed enough to hold a badge- behaving like like a stark raving lunatic!! Must have given her quite a shock...LOL
The nicest thing to do on a rainy day or even on a cold winter morning( no chance of that in chennai though..) is to eat loads of ice cream or even ice candy..yummm!!
As it gets hotter each passing day, all i have are memories of humid, wet, rainy monsoon days!! Ah the sweet music .. the pitter-patter of the rain drops and the smell of rain... At the risk of sounding cliche " God gave us memories so that we might have roses in december!"..

CUT ME UP...


A rather amusing incident I just had to share.. went to get my tresses cut yesterday (finally!) Anyway just tied a pony tail , threw on some clothes and ran to the palour ( yup, you guessed right, yours truly was running late... as usual!) reached there a few minutes late and Aunty was just finishing with an older lady( we will refer to her as mrs. de'vil here!), who was colouring her hair( could have also been henna but this Ignorant couldnt make out!). Allright so back to me.. Aunty came over and asked me what I wanted.. was it going to be my usual( yup, like at a restraunt- been having the same cut for two years -maybe more..lol). The conversation went like this
Moi: Aunty I want something totally different, I am getting very bored .. but I dont want to colour or staighten my hair!!
Aunty: (laughs, joined by Mrs de'vil) How short do you want it? Enough to tie a pony- tail I'm guessing.. hmmm lets see( pauses and studies my locks for a few seconds, moves it from side to side ) oh why dont we try this cut, layer it fully ,blah..( launches into explaining in technical terms -dont you dare laugh hair-dressing is very complex- much beyond my humble comprehension levels!)
Moi:( a foxed look on my face, not following anything beyond "how about cutting your hair in layers"!!)
Aunty: Wait ill show you what it would look like...

And so the style is chosen and snippity snip..aunty gets busy... Now while all this was happening Mrs.de'vil was getting a face mask of some kind, a pedicure( all simultaneously I must add). After the cucumber slices were resting peacefully on her eyes she lazily says
" I want to see what you have done to that girl's hair... it was so thick and unruly before!"

Snippity snip the scissors went as aunty put the finishing touches and then asked me to show my hair cut to the lady who was by now getting her hair washed.. I walked over to her and she looked shocked " what a nice change...how did you make her pretty? "
"this is such a nice change from that earlier hairstyle she sported.. "
Woah there lady but all I did was put my hair into a pony tail.. I mean one doesnt get all decked up to go to a beauty palour now, does she?! The icing on the cake was " you made her look atleast ten years younger... how come you dont make me look pretty?!"

At this juncture i must stress that this lady was around fifty or so.. lol.. why on earth is she comparing the two of us? I wasnt even angry or upset, just so darn amused. I mean my grandmother who is reaching her 80th year, looks so elegant and natural.. all she does is wear a simple sari, no ornaments save a nose ring.

I havnt a clue why I had to pen this incident down.. just wanted to share one of the many quirks of humanity.

CHILLY ESCAPADES...

Just the other day the boss(!) and myself were watching the movie "The Chronicles Of Narnia" - a movie which i must say i loved... though the book wins hands down any day! Back to the point- so we we had our eyes glued to the screen( me occasionaly wanting to strangle one annoying kid yelling through the film!), when suddently the two of us look at each other and say "dude, i want to eat all that snow!" the sight of all that pure, white, powdery,fresh snow was more than we could take... i am an official ice addict.. i love eating ice cubes, snow, any other form of frozen water you can think of( you are permitted to use your imagination!)Recently i found out that this need to eat ice arises from some kind of deficiency- iron i think... jus a lil' tidbit of information!

The ice trays at home are never full, a fact that irks my father no end. My mom, brother and yours truly cant allow such a catastrophe to occur- We have even introduced the sublime pleasures of eating ice to both my doggie darlings... so my poor dad is outnumbered! At times we even go around to my neighbours place and borrow ice when we are entertaining...( i know,am lucky to have such understanding neighbours!)

I have to eat ice while studying, watching t.v or for that matter while writing this post(dont ask how i juggle between the ice cubes and the keyboard! lol).. In fact ice cubes are nothing compared to the real deal- the ice or frost found in all the old refridgerators(not the frost-free ones), oh the height of bliss was scraping the sides of the freezer( the inside mind you)... Man oh man i miss my old fridge( sigh!)

Only today the two of us stole a couple of ice cubes at our seniors farewell while s handfull of second years looked on with flabbergasted expressions!( priti if u are reading this- yes indeed, I caught a few shocked glances coming our way!)

On my first trip to the Himalyas, a trip to Nagarota in Jammu ; I was found by an uncle knee deep in snow, packing it into small snowballs( was around ten then)placing them in a neat mound, and then instead of throwing them at him as expected,i was attacking them with gusto( in my defence - it was fresh snow ...how on earth could i refrain??!)

I have to run now, my stash has been consumed and the fridge beckons.. To guys who havnt tried it.. you are missing out on something mindblowing(yes you dont need drugs!)and to those who are eating ice while reading this post, i raise my glass full of --- on the rocks( only the rocks actually..lol) and salute you!

Soulmate... Checkmate?!

Long ago in a not so distant city of Bangalore two nine year old girls decided what their ideal mates would be like. They had decided to marry millionaires who would love them and satisfy their every whim and fancy! Very ambitious one would say for nine year olds, but hey these two did tend to plan in advance-very much so as one can see. Anyway I was one and the other girl my cousin- today however we have matured and our goals have changed into becoming millionaires ourselves:) ( by far easier- then we can sign our own checks! LOL...)
All my life( ok my short life of eighteen years) I have always astounded folks around me whenever I have shared with them the simple fact that I have never had a crush on anyone.. Their varied reactions are -
1. You are kidding right?
2. Dude are you sure you are straight? ( This one never fails to fox me, I mean I did say I have never ever had a crush- that would include both sexes?!)
3. Candy you are lying.. I am sure its just that you cannot recognize a crush.( my reaction: Yeah right, have heard the symptoms from all my friends like a zillion times!)
4. Hey guess that means you are too insecure to risk liking anyone!( No comment- the comment says it all- probably the closest explanation I might say..LOL)

The simplest explanation yet- that I have impossible standards and am looking for perfection.. As my mother astutely put it " I think you are searching for a husband not a boyfriend!" Woah there, never looked at it that way! Then again isn't that what we all do- consciously or unconsciously... Aren't we all in this constant search for our "soul mate". A part of me knows that there is no perfect fit like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle its rather like pieces of broken china, however well one fixes it there will always be the problem of leakage. I know there is no such thing as perfect other half- there are always compromises to be made, differences to be sorted out and opinions that will differ. A feminist's approach but one I deem true is that women mature faster compared to men therefore I have always found guys in my age-group sometimes those a few years older than me rather immature( there have however been a few exceptions to this rule :D) This is one of the reasons women tend to marry slightly older men. (LOL... Did warn you -its rather feministic!) And the older guys who I might find good enough for me( I have a huge ego too) look upon me as their kid sister- that kinda ruins the chemistry!!
I am an insecure person- I have no qualms about admitting that, I expect any relationship I get into to last forever and see no point in getting into one otherwise. That's one of the major reasons why I have never had a crush.

I recall a heated, passionate debate, tempers flaring and opinions flying back and forth within our gang in college sometime back. The topic being " Should one get into a relationship"! It was me against seven of my friends ( two remained undecided and neutral!) My friends reasons for getting into relationships were many, some meaningful others not very .. According to them it made them feel good- feel happy and loved, they gained experience, they found what they wanted in their ideal man and what they didn't -so on and so forth. Reflecting now, it was rather amusing and must have been quite a show for any third person observing us... Their dictum being that I was cold and frigid.. :D( for a diehard romantic who loves her sappy movies and happy endings that was quite a judgment!)

I am quite the paradox I must say... Romantic, cynical, idealist, a pessimist and an optimist - just your normal eighteen year old girl still finding herself and her place in the world. Why in the world is she looking for her ideal other half even before she finds her own two feet?!

Lessons learnt...

My last post was quite the sermon from the mount :) :) on a totally different note...

Life in a all girls college is not easy-especially if one has spent their entire life in a co-ed environment... I remember on the first day of college i walked into the our canteen, a sea of colourful salwar kamezs blinded me for a few seconds and all i could see were girls, girls and more of the fair sex. There were no guys pushing, no scavengers(jus kiddin guys) trying to grab at whats in your plate and no classmates asking to be treated to a samosa or begging for ten bucks for a lime juice!! Now i am not a boy crazy teenager quite the opposite in fact, but it suddenly hit me that i just walked through the portals of some kind of alternate universe where there wasnt going to be of that ... atleast not on the same scale!!In class i find my self wishing every once in a while that one of my school classmates( a guy whose humour i found immensely immature) would pop put of nowhere and crack one of his lame pjs. Its not that i dont have fun in college or that our class lacks pranksters, its just that a guys sense of humour however dirty makes a boring class interesting. I never thought i would miss male company so much but boy was i wrong!!
I recall an interesting conversation with priti (the boss) some time ago- the two of ur marvelled at the difference in conversation topics and in the quality of conversation within our gang in college. Seems like someone was not wrong when they said that we woman always need men(!)... now dont get me wrong i am quite the feminist - wont go all the way to brassiere burning though- but my point is women need men, however independent, assured or self confident we are.. I can just imagine that cocky grin on the face of any guy reading this post and all i have to say to you is it works both ways mister, it works both ways...
Ultimately life in college has taught me two lessons -to treasure my guy friends(even if i want to strangle them at times- make that most of the time) and to enjoy the fun, the insanity, the wierdness(yes that too in small measures!) , the madness ... the joy of being one of ten unique, crazy, maniacal,beautiful girls each one of us more insane than the next , young souls painting our world red! That my friends is what i have learnt in my first year in college... apart from the studies, the notes, the xeroxs , the submissions and the assignments( cant forget that now can we?)!! :)

My tryst with cell phones...

My earliest memory- the constant buzzing of this contraption interrupting what started out being a quiet evening and quality time for the entire family! The invasive nature of this so called "boon" is something i could never tolerate. Through school other kids boasted of being the proud owners of the Nokia this model or the latest Samsung model, while i stood firmly in my belief that the cell was the Devil's gift to mankind ... a later, more updated version of The Apple that tempted Eve! A tad melodramatic i guess but my sentiments exactly.

Come college and my parents gave me freedom in the form of a bike and a cell to keep them posted about my whereabouts. At this junture i must stress that my attitude towards the cell remained the same, perhaps less childish but my tolerance level hadnt changed.

The first day of college i walked into this classroom busling with activily as people found their seats and introduced themselves to each other. After the first few classes however i found much to my surprise that instead of communicating and conversing with their new neighbours , most girls immediately picked up their cells, and got caught up with SMSs or calls. Instead of socialising with people around them, they were communicating with friends probably in other colleges who in turn wern't striking up acquaintances with their new class mates.

Another constant grouch i have with folks around me is that we know for a fact that cell phones radiate and research has proven that the side effects of constant contact with cells are migranes and headaches and cancer to name a few. A recent study showed that teenagers who are constantly using cells have greater potential for mental illnesses by the time they hit their thirties! Inspite of all this knowledge we insist on keeping those bloody contraptions on our body. I am not saying dont use them all i am saying is why keep it on your person, why not in a handbag instead of our pockets?!I remember warning a close friend who always hung her cell in a cell-phone cover around her neck and all she did was laugh it off. She said " Come on Divya, do you live in the Stone-Age? Everyone is doing so and no one had died yet! Why on earth are you so paranoid?" Let me explain why i am so
" pranoid" ( guess i am since i am dedicating my first blog to it!!:)).
Initially when cigarettes flooded the market, many researchers conducted studies and found that nicotine is carcinogenic- (a fact we all know now )but back then the cigarette companies clamped down on these researchers and somehow their test results were never published for more than a decade. Now my question is How do we know that is not the case with these cell phone companies and mobile manufacturers? Afterall we know for a fact that cell phones radiate constantly irrespective of whether there is a call or not. These radiations can cause Cancer...

Recently i heard some one say that today the cell phone is no more a luxury but a necessity. True, on more than one occasion i have felt that i am indeed blessed with this modern day boon, but at the same time i question the need to keep it in such close contact and use it so constantly. Moderation is the word of the day and should be applied to this device too.
But hey this is just my view and its up to you to make your own bed wherever you choose to.
I would however like to say that my sentiments have matured from the Cell being a modern version of the Apple that tempted Eve to it being a pair of Golden Bejewelled Handcuffs...