Daily Archives: May 19, 2011

Sunshines…

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Alrite!! So its that time of the year when the best of your friends leave you and go for higher eds. And this time around its Imran who’ll be leaving to join the prestigious Faculty of Management Studies, Delhi. Boy!!! m gonna so miss you yaar. You are the only one who fills my life with chocolates, lunches/dinners, free rides, free gyan, free daant, free long walks err.. enough i guess!!

I undergo this tragic time every year and thank god rains come and wash away my tears. It started with Chichi leaving in 7th standard. But all thanx to her sarkari-phone (which we later found out it wasnt 😦 ) and loooooooong discriptive letters, I still feel her around me.

After her it was Meds, we weren’t even on talking terms when she left, the usual you-din-tell-me-story but I somehow managed to drop a parting gift in her bag, and after eons when she found out we were back on track 🙂 muah..love you for everything and for always BEING THERE..

After Engineering, it was Jags and Imran (yes he’s been away once and its then i realised how much i miss this thickheaded brother of mine). The first time when Jags told me I thought it would be all fine, but when she left i realised the void inside me. No more gup-shup, no more talking abt good looking boys, no more cruising through warden and peddar road on my jet. 😦

Imran was just-a-call-away-buddy, he would be right down my house if he ever heard me even sneeze (ok imi,dun drop ur jaw to the groud its only for the entertainment factor). He’s one guy who pulls me up so badly but then i realise its all worth it. One of the most good-looking guys on this beloved mother earth, I have enjoyed being envied by other girls whenever been out with him. Oh!! not to forget some of my own friends had a crush on him too 😉

Bugs left last year for MBA but she’s been a good girl and been in touch. Hated that moment of separation and distance when we had differences but the big hearted girl she is, she’s forgiven me and forgotten all that.. 🙂

PD had no time to inform us before she left and hence couldn’t meet. But I sometimes feel we are more closer now than what we were when she was in Mumbai. Her FB comments never make me miss her, I read it aloud jus the way she would have said it,  had she been around.. 😉 loudmouth..miss ya.. 😦

Akki was the next punter who’d left Mumbai. Tried to self-satiate that Vadodara was better than Mumbai bt now has finally given up. I really wish sometimes that we three never had to part ways for whatever reasons, I miss them like crazy. We were the bunch of thsoe engineering college teens who’d bunked coll for watching Will Smith movies, to eat that awesome Onion Rawa Sada Dosa, to get drenched in the first rains in Andheri, to watch first day first show of Munnabhai series, to oraganize events at college.. huh.. so much and many more censored stuff. Had it not been for you guys I would have spent my life living a Plain-Jane and not known what LIFE is all about..

Thank you for coming in my life and making me realise, its beautiful just as it. Thank you for coloring it rainbow and  BLACK (I heard it boys).. Thank you for just about everything 🙂

Retail Therapy…

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I have a record number of people who can tell you that I suck at shopping. Well not at shopping to be precise but the deciding part.

And I consider it a privilege being a girl that ATLEAST my dad doesn’t mind it a bit. Mum, Sis and friends well u all can go take a hike!!! Eons back I heard “retail therapy” and realised that since the time I was born I have been indulging in it incessantly. 🙂

Even though most of my childhood pocket money was spent at SCC’s chutney sandwich and rasna, i still could manage to save a little and buy self a nice frock for birthdays.

On Diwalis and Dusseras it was a real treat from parents. We would get to buy clothes at Roopam, Sheetal or Craze at Crawford Market. So we never complained even though I always had a shortfall of clothes. My super ballerinas from Dexter at Colaba Causeway was something I always cherished.

Now times have changed and demands have grown. From Cheemo bags now I aspire to have LVs and Guccis. From Dexter I want to move on to Jimmy Choos and Tresmode. Those insatiable-hunger kicks make me go weak in my knees. How much I love my clothes and shoes and bags.. 🙂

But now if you see me I am a very simple, clutter free dresser. Trust me this is the most difficult part of dressing up. First of all you cant chose loud colors, then you have to look for a perfect fit, perfect design, perfect cut, perfect neck, perfect accessories to go with, then the shoes to be matched and finally the bag. So you see, its just not ONLY about buying a dress/ kurti/tee, its about coordination of everything…huh.. I am sure now the Mt Everest expedition looks much simpler 😉

So it begins with the need/demand (I know I am a pucca-marketing-mulgi ;)) Then the shopping area is zeroed on. Most of the times it depends on with whom you are shopping so convenience issue is a major deciding factor. Once that is done a survey among friends is carried out as to who’s recently been to the same place. Well not to know if its a good place to shop at BUT to stay away from it, to avoid buying same stuff and looking like a band-party 🙂

Once everythng is finalised, if the confusion stil persists then the “FREE GIFTS/DISCOUNTS/VOUCHERS” decide. As soon as the shopping floor is hit a bag with probable-to-be-bought-clothes is filled. The trial session starts and with the advent in technology you can 3G ur mum n whoever to take their opinions on it.

Trust me a simple dresser has to wake up at 6.30am for a 9am office. 😦

Shoes to be cleaned, bag to be changed, watch to be matched and so much more. Now please don’t frown the next time I am late. 🙂

Beloved Acharya Niwas Forever…..

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Going to the same school as mum’s and living in the official accomodation for the teacher’s meant that we had to behave ourselves where ever we went. I mean literally watch out as to what we were doing in the complex, what music we listen to, what do we eat and all. The best thing was to say ‘namaste’ to anyone and everyone. That world had its own charm. Being brought up in a multi-cultural environment meant that all the festivals were ours. We got to celebrate Christmas and Eid with the same enthusiasm as Diwali.

Much before the so called ‘event-management’ courses started, we were given tasks to organize events at our beloved AN(allrite for starters its our haven Acharya Niwas). Dahi handi, Ganeshotsav, Holika, Holi-Sangeet, Diwali-Dhamaka, Haldi-kumkum, Sunder-kand,Baal-Vihar were the events we were so busy with that Holidays hardly mattered. We did everything from arranging for food to making posters to setting up the music to putting up the durries to cleaning up. Almost anything and everything.

At AN we were one BIG FAMILY.

I miss that family, and so does everyone else who’s been a part of AN. We’ve left it eons ago but it still feels like yesterday. I still want to go back to that place where i tumbled, fell for the ‘nth’ time, shouted and screamed when got out in 7 Tiles, hid myself in the corners behind the gol-tanki, played 4-Pillars in the basement till Swami uncle made us run, scratched n tore open the seats of scooters of uncles who would shout on us for making noise, aimed the rocket to ahem-ahems house to take revenge, rang the door bell and ran away, threw eggs with water balloons on Holi, danced non stop on Dandiya Night, ate those world-famous in navy nagar pandey ke garma-garam samose n jalebi, saw the whole world flooded from a haven on 7th floor, sat on the pani-ka-tanki on terrace when mum ws angry, saw the IFR for free from my own window, the beautiful princess street from the living room, well did almost everything that AN got on our shores.

I only wish that we get to relive it atleast for a day or atleast the future gennext who gets the privilege to live in at AN, values it as much as we do.

P.S- Sorry guys had no pic of AN, so m unable to put it up. These are few clicks clicked from B-71.

If  any of you has it, please mail me on gr8heena@gmail .com