Category Archives: kick ass stuff…

WIMBLEDON!!

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I have been fascinated with the world of Tennis since the time I laid my eyes on the thing called “Marat Safin”. I remember giving a detailed analysis of his backhand to one of my cousin who had completely written him off in one of his blogs. And since then I have only been following the game wholeheartedly.

With Wimbledon on, and looking at all my favourite seeds lined up for a good show I decided to watch a few games of Steffina Graf, Pete Sampras and Bjorn Borg and hence I stumbled upon a video shot by Sony for Wimbledon this year. Trust Sony when they make an ugly pair of 3D glasses look ultra-mod and wanna-haves. I loved the way they picturised this whole Wimbledon town. Simply understated ad but worth a watch!!

Ideas!!!

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The best part about being a hardcore marketing student is IDEAS can pep you up any time of the day. And like Mr.Surve says keeping a book for them is the best answer to having a lifetime-supply of IDEAS.

I came across this beautiful video, calling for entries for the Rethink Scholarship by Langara College in Vancouver famous for churning out the best Art Directors and Designers known to the world.

Check the video out for yourselves and be amazed just as I was..

GROWING UP!!! Part – I

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I am very strict when it comes to my own younger sis. Many a times she has to undergo the brunt of my conservatism. I admit, m fairly conservative when it comes to things like children and their upbringing. I don’t have any but this doesn’t stop me from having opinions. It’s the last remnant of my conservative childhood and I hang on to it, because nothing I’ve seen out there has really challenged it or made me even come close to changing my mind. 😉

In my early teens, I wanted to get my eyes brows plucked the moment I saw a classmate sashay down the corridor in her short skirt and that arched eye-look at age thirteen. I had the skirt, but I wanted those eyes courtesy eyebrow-plucking. Those clean face and big eyes that looked so very adult. 🙂

“I think m ready!!” I told my mum as she got her pedicure done at the salon. 🙂

“Girls are doing it very early these days” said the chinky lady who usually did hers. My mum looked at me and laughed and laughed. When she finally caught her breath, she said: “Cheeee!!!!” EOD. 😦

I had graduated high school much before my mom would let me pluck anything at all. And when I got my eyebrows done for the first time at age eighteen for my cousin’s wedding, it was a family affair with one of my Kakis standing over the poor parlor assistant’s shoulder and whispering “Don’t cry, don’t cry!!!” as my eyes watered. 😦

Of course, my mum being a good mother, we did have talks about personal grooming. From manicure to pedicures, cosmetics to accessories, the best part of growing up with a mom and a hoard of aunts is that there’s no dearth of advice on anything, and everything from acne treatments to what is the correct way to apply an eye liner. 🙂

And we eventually talked about growing up – but the emphasis was always on hygiene, not sexuality. In our house, grooming wasn’t just about being attractive. Every summer my Ajji (my mum’s grand mom) would repeatedly remind me that good grooming is about having pride in oneself. You take care of yourself because you deserve it, not to impress other people.

“This is not the way for good girls to walk around the house before the evening lamp is lit” my Ajji would say “You should first wash your face, then powder, put on a kajal-bindi, comb and tie your hair neatly, change into freshly pressed clothes, and then come to the DEVARA to see the lamp. That’s what a gharachi-mulgi does”.

There was a time in my teens, when I totally refused to comb my hair, and become a Scary Spice (I totally adored Spice Girls), nobody pulled me down and forcibly combed my hair or oiled my hair, nor did anyone force me to change my style. At the time, I thought it a victory over the Establishment 😉 Later I was quite puzzled because the Establishment at our home is quite capable of breaking the backs of ‘little guerrilla’ efforts like that. 😦

It took me years before I realized that part of the lesson my Ajji and mom were trying to teach me was that, self-worth is something only you can determine for yourself. If they’d forced me to look presentable according to their stringent standards, as they well could have at the time, it would only have appeased their sense of worth, their image of a family member, not mine.

They had let me be ME. More importantly they instilled the values of “self-confidence” much before the invention of such classes around my house. My Ajji is not with me today, but I miss her immensely. She never got down to bashing us up and making us understand. She always had her ways of making us learn life’s lessons.

My poor-yet-to-be-born-kids, will have an Infantry-Drill with me around for sure 😉

 

 

Things women do say about guys and aren’t afraid to say it….

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1. Whenever possible, please try to say whatever you have to say after the movie.

2. The next time you and your buddies joke about armed women in combat, take a poll to see which of you successfully aim at the toilet bowl.

3. If the truth hurts, ask us those ego-sensitive questions on your payday.

4. Please don’t drive when you’re not driving.

5. The next time you joke about female drivers, research the number of accidents caused by rubbernecking at miniskirts.

6. If only women gossip, how do you and your buddies keep track of “who’s easy?!?!”

7. Stop telling us that most male actors are gay: WE DON’T CARE!!!

8. Start parting and combing your hair to one side early in life: You’ll never see the island coming.

9. Your contributions to your child should go above and beyond that chromosome you unselfishly sacrificed.

10. Eye contact is best established above our shoulder level.

11. You can tell us that we are beautiful even without ogling other women.

12. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. All comments become null and void after 7 days.

13. No don’t cut your hair. Ever.

14. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, expect an answer you don’t want to hear.

15. Don’t ask me what I’m thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss

16. Foreign films are best left to foreigners.

17. If you don’t allow us to wear Victoria’s Secret, don’t expect us to act like “Kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi”  bahus. Period.

18. Consider Shopping a mini-vacation. We need it, just like you do.

***Men are like bike helmets. Handy in an emergency, but otherwise they just look silly.***


A to S of Mercedes…

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Recently while I was doing a search for my dream car I stumbled upon this website http://www.a-to-s.co.uk/home.php .

Mercedes has  launched this emotional website to deliver a strong brand message. The site is called from A to S and features several information through attractive Flash animations. It is definitely worth a visit.

Actually, the site isn’t about a specific product but just about the brand and the quality of its cars. To me, as a consumer who is actually interested in buying an A-class the site isn’t triggering enough to come back for a second visit just to see what’s new. Too bad.

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. 🙂