I am here again.

Hello everyone
(though I am not sure after such a long break how many people would be still visitng my blog)

This has been my longest break from my blog....almost 9 months...looks like I had taken a maternity leave from my blog (sad joke, I know!). If you ask me what was the reason for not contributing any junk to the blog servers for so long...I have just three little words to say......"I was lazy".

While I was away all this while, my blog went past one year of its existence. So a very Happy Belated Birthday to you my blog. Though I was not around you all this time, I still love you a lot....mwaah!!! :)

Sometimes you are just too self consumed and detached to take out time for things that matter to you. And thats what has happened in the past 9 months....when I decided to pen down my thoughts a lot many times...but something just kept postponing that ritual.

I had been meaning to write a lot about my life post marriage.....the marital bliss that I have been enjoying....which includes a lot of fun moments....and a few painful ones as well. But it has been an amazing rollercoaster ride. Thanks to my sweet hubby....I travelled to so many wonderful places....experimented with different cuisines....started taking some interest in physical activities like swimming, TT, adventure sports etc. and even became a mature and (hopefully) more understanding individual.

There is so much to write....yet I dont know how should I frame everything in one single post. So before this draft post also goes into oblivion, I better post it. The latest updates are that I am back to Bangalore...Neeraj has taken up a job here and we have permanently shifted to India from US. As of now, I am completely vella and berozgaar and on the look out for some decent job in this recession period. And this berozgaari has made me a complete couch potato. So next time you need to know about the developments in serials like "Baalika Vadhu", "Bigg Boss", "Dill Mill Gayye", etc. etc., you know whom to contact.

The next post wont come after such a long break hopefully, and my love affair with my life would go on forever and ever.

Till then....enjoy the Indian cricket team screwing up England in the on-going ODI series! :)

Some things just don't need a title!

In exact one month from now, we would be tying the nuptial knot! There was a time when we both had not even met each other...and still it seemed as if we knew each other so well. At that time I was waiting for my Prince Charming to meet me and sweep me off my feet...and now, I am waiting for him to make me his princess!

The following lines were apt and true then...the following lines are apt and true now also. It was dedicated to him then...it is dedicated to him now also!

We both haven't completed this poem...coz certain things are better left unfinished...forever...

Initially strangers we were,
Overtime became friends dear,
In spite of the unknown fear, my heart is going through...
A feeling that is very early, very strange, very beautiful!


The wait is becoming long,
The bond is growing strong,
It doesn't seem any more wrong, that we are savouring...
A feeling that is very early, very strange, very beautiful!

Weekend tidbits

If you happen to be a privileged resident of Bangalore, I am sure you must not have missed the amazing treatment that the autowallahs give you here (sarcasm very much intended). They actually feel as if the entire working crowd in city of Bangalore are money minting machines having loads of money. They just don’t think twice before charging exorbitant sums (Sometimes I feel that this is latest kind of extortion mechanism!).

Just penning one of the innumerable experiences with the autowallah…
Last weekend I had to go to Forum (a mall) which is from my place a minimum charge by a rick (Rs 12). It is just 4 in the evening and I stop a rick

Me: Bhaiya Forum?
Autowallah: Ummm…theek hai. Only 30 rupees
Me (Muttering under my breath): What the..!!!

My roommate has a brilliant punch line for these autowallahs. She will approach them and say…

Roommate: Bhaiya waise toh hume pata hai ki aap xyz jagah par nahi jaayenge. Phir bhi hum aapse pooch hi lete hain kya aap xyz chaloge?
(The autowallah gives a confused and surprised look, and sometimes outta this confusion he reluctantly agrees to take us!)

Jai ho Bangalore ke autowaalon ki!!!

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It has been so long that I left Mumbai. But it still seems that I belong there. Remember those good old days when people used to get something or meet someone from their native place and immediately felt a bonding towards that thing or person, thinking…”arre ye mere gaon ka hai!!!”

Something similar happens to me when I come across someone or something remotely related to Mumbai in this alien city down south.

So it was simply a moment to cherish when after months, I decided to have Vada Pav last weekend. I was all alone at that time and usually hate eating without a company. But surprisingly, I enjoyed my Vada Pav a lot. To tell you frankly, it felt as if:

I relished Mumbai again!

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Ahhh…..I have moved and traveled so many times from one place to another in the past couple of years that I have almost become quite comfortable with the trauma of packing and unpacking every time. (Given the optimistic person that I am, I have started seeing it as an alternate career opportunity….having my own Packers and Movers Company. Tell me if you are looking for a job change. Don’t get me wrong dude…I won’t hire you…I’ll come and help you pack!) :D

So it did not bother me much that I have to pack a cupboard full of clothes and other stuff before moving from Bangalore to Calcutta. My dad was after me for last two weekends and every time he brought up this topic, I would assure him that this weekend I’ll finish most of the packing (and no prizes for guessing, I would postpone it every time!).

But last Sunday, I decided to take action on my dad’s advice (phew! finally!!) and started packing at 11 in the night. Boy! It turned out to be more tedious than I had thought….and then, I started feeling hungry. Cooked up something in the middle of the night (wanna use the phrase “I was burning the midnight oil”…hee hee). After satiating the rats in my stomach, I started packing again.

And after three hours of slogging, the moment finally came when I took a deep breath and calmly said:

Khallas!!!

I have fallen for "him" coz...

• He is a Maths wizard and still we hardly talk about Maths! :O

• He understands my PJs and cracks equally sad PJs!

• He tries to complete my half-baked incomplete poems!

• He would say “I feel like maaroing a cheesy line” and then doesn’t say it!

• He likes to hear my stupid, silly, sleepy voice! (haha)

• He is a Ph.D. in Comp. Sc. but plays Doodle with me on Yahoo messenger and draws huts and sceneries! (lol)

• I call him names and he simply laughs it off!

• When I say something really stupid and then regret about it saying “’I would mind my words”, he says “I would mind you minding your words”!

• He wakes up early in the morning simply to click snaps of snow to send to me!

• He searches for my photos in my parents wedding album and then realizes his mistake and yet confesses about it! (cho chweet)

• He talks about his awards and recognitions with utmost humility and embarrassment!

• He makes an attempt to write mails in Punjabi coz I am fond of Punjabi!

• He changes his schedule to complete his paper reviews and other work before I come back from office so that he can chat with me on all useless topics!

• He sings for me and with me!

• He is the most lovable dodo! (He’s gonna kill me for this)
  
  

and the most clichéd one yet most special…

He loves me and cares for me a lot :) :) :)