Choco-Delight

yeah!yeah! I finally have almost enough chocolates to finally realise my fantasy I had for years. I've always fantasized about building a house with chocolates and candies. How lovely! Well, not to the magnitude of a real house but atleast now I can build a doll house. I resisted eating all chocolates gifted to me on my birthday, grateful to all my friends who gifted them, just to see how much I can collect. Now my cupboard looks so beautiful. My first love has always been chocolates and if I see any eatable flavored with this, I just devour it. So maybe in few days I wont fit into my clothes. I can visualise few reading this would be drooling and would envy my collection. But dont come looking for it. Tonight is the night for this glutton to indulge herself in what she loves to do.

A Twist In the Tale

Ok. So I got my hair permed. Why make it a big deal?! Everyday having the same hair, combing it the same way, was boring and I experimented with my hair,which I have done lots of time before but hasnt been this noticeable, Because my hair would get back to normal pretty soon. I was stuck with the same hair style for almost 7 years and just went to my trusted beautician and asked her to do anything different no matter if its even on a wild side. I really liked it. So now i'm talk of HULKUL(my building) for having a weird hairdo. Seriously didnt crave for attention but feels great to do something other than the ordinary. Few have actually liked it.The most interesting way of looking it is, *critics* of people like me trying to do different, are the ones who have nothing interesting happening in their lives so they try to find funny things in our lives to joke about. This was not my words but I totally agree with this. This has certainly worked in my advantage. My parents always talk about offers I'm getting for marriage during weekends when I'm at home. They were thinking of giving up to plan the "meetings" when i cut my hair short. Now, they just dont talk about it.

Birthday Bumps

Turned a year older this week, but didnt become any wiser. Didnt have the enthusiasm to celebrate it this year, not scared that I'm growing old but marking this day as special and throwing a party sounds a bit silly now.I think its only on our birthday, we realise how many friends we have, when they convey their wishes and especially when they ask for treat. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I have lots of friends and I owe most of them a treat for my birthday and also for becoming an aunt. I can celebrate for being blessed by a cute niece. Thats the best gift I've got for my birthday.

When Luck Runs Out..

I have noticed this behaviour in young men for past few months, though it cant be generalised. I feel quite a number of guys who are still in early twenties are becoming anxious about still being single. If they are unlucky once or twice the world ends there! Though it is considered cool to flaunt a girlfriend or many, I used to see my friends enjoy their single status. Ok now I must tell why i'm writing all these.Yesterday few of my friends and me met to have dinner together. Purpose, one of 'em was feeling depressed. Agenda, to cheer him up. Action , just chit-chat and have fun.The reason behind his achy-breaky heart is what makes this interesting. Some jyothish had told him couple of months ago that in the next 58 days he'll meet his dream girl, if not now then never. My poorfool friend has taken this to heart. Yesterday was 57th day and he hasnt met his "girl" yet. So my dejected friend wanted to hang out with his buddies to feel better. Today is the D-day, and can imagine him letting out a sigh sitting in front of his computer, trying to fix a bug which he should have done ages ago, reading all the thread mails and forwards.While some of my friends tried to sympathise with him, all I had to say is, "get a life!!".We are meeting again today to make the "unlucky" one, chirk up.

bundle of joy

Last weekend I had been to mysore, and finally got to hold my new born niece. She is so tiny,pink and cuddly. I cried tears of joy when mom placed her on my lap, it was pure bliss .It was wonderful to watch her smile with dimples on her cheeks, make cute expressions on her face and cry only when she is hungry. And she is wrapped up in pink diapers, clothes and pink blankets,lovely sight to see. It was overwhelming to see purest form of love between the mother and her daughter.

I salute women's strength and endurance.I'm not just saying this because I'm one too. Women are classified as weak beings, coz we cry for petty reasons, get emotional for everything and some of us are not strong enough to be leaders in male dominated society, but to bear a child in her for nine months, and bringing it to this world enduring pain thats beyond comprehension unless one feels it, is what makes a woman great. And it doesnt end here, taking care of the baby 24/7, staying awake at nights, feeding and cleaning. After being in labor for more than a day my sister still had the composure to smile at the visitors and had the strength to walk! which made me admire and respect her even more than I did.