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Durga puja in Shillong!

Blueberry — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 05:14:31 +0000

I was hardly 9 when my parents took me to Shillong for my first ever outstation holiday. The best thing about a place like Shillong is the fact that its never boring; the climate, the markets and people most of all. A lot of people from different parts of the world come here for visits and the culture here is something to look forward to. They have a matrilineal society, yeah it’s different and its very interesting too. And, getting back to my original topic ie my puja holidays in Shillong, I can’t express to my fullest satisfaction the thrill i got just knowing that i was going to be there for a whole week! My dad always keep me informed of what exactly we are gonna be doin whenever he takes us out. We visited so many nooks and corners of the town that had the puja pandals. The highlight of this puja was this that my parents got me a saree that had red borders and mustard colour pattern in the body. It was the best gift ever!

Bizzare week…..

Blueberry — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 08:16:57 +0000

The whole week has been some sort of malfunctioning in my calm routine. I skipped my laundry, my messy cupboard remains messy, and my thoughts revolve around the same old issues. Solutions.When. There was also a time when I thought about working as an english teacher in Korea, later i heard that the political situation in Korea is not stable and i forgot about my thought. I can’t even begin to explain how important it is for me to have some sort of change in my entire routine, its much anticipated!

A day from my college days

Blueberry — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 11:47:55 +0000

7:00 am; get out of bed

7:15 am; shower time

8:30 am; get dressed for college in white salwar n blue kameez!

8:45 am; eat breakfast

9:00 am; go to college in marwari patti ( shri digambar jain girl’s college)

9:30 am; attend first period of english literature

10:00 am; bunk the 2nd and the third one and head straight to hongkong market which is 5 mins from my college…

10:15 am; bargain with all the shopkeepers for a discount on the latest fashion goods which are far beyond my pocket money budget :)

11:15 am; head straight to the vegetarian college canteen for hot samosas n sweet imli sauce

11:30 am; sleep off the entire 30 mins of political science in the second last row

12:00 noon – 1:00 pm; listen religiously to the last two literature papers in the front row

1:30 pm; reach hostel n have warm tea with “kata” biscuit

1:45 – 5:00 pm; play carrom board with the hostel “guys” ps; my partner was this hot nepali guy named Amit Thapa

5:30 pm; have shower and go for dinner with the girls

6:30 pm; study time ( manicure, pedicure, hair styling n flirting wit the boys r the fringe benefits of this particular time! )

8:30 pm; night prayer service..a short one about 15 mins

9:00 pm; lights off and sweet dreams!

Christmas tree and family tree

Blueberry — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 06:24:44 +0000

This has got to be the best Christmas because the anticipation has been longer than ever before! I will meet the entire lot from my maternal side hopefully and have to do a few rounds of my so called “musician friends” from a small town of 5000 people only.

I always wondered about Christmas being celebrated in big “it” places like the current city Mumbai where I have been staying for the past 23 months. I did like it a lot when I saw a twenty feet Christmas tree in the lobby of the Kempinski associated Leela hotel where I used to work initially. It was fun watching filthy rich people spend $400 on French wines during those festive periods and getting to drink the same ones in the pantry without the manager’’s knowledge. I have to admit that all things aside I still prefer sitting near my fireplace with my china made colourful tea cup filled with homemade coffee and cakes.

Christmas is something that I have always looked forward to but for different reasons at different times. Looking back I realise that all those things that I used to hope for do not match up to the ones that I have expectations for, now. The understating for all of that which I look forward to is very much clear. I know what will make my Christmas special. My family. Not new clothes, fancy parties, latenight sneekouts or the bad boys. Well, the bad boys are exceptions even now, excuse me for that.

Its getting cooler every passing day and I feel esctatic whenever I realise that I am getting closer to the day that I shall leave for Home Sweet Home.

Merry Christmas to you!

For a change

Blueberry — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 07:55:02 +0000

Memories of my childhood are blurry, but i do remember getting up at 4:30 in the morning to collect the very popular “shiuli” flower which blooms during durga puja festival. My neighbour, mrs.das, would request me to collect it for her living room too. I know why i used to do that; to skip my early morning study time!

The average girl in my class in terms of everything. My best friend had long black hair with whom I fought twice every week. She was older to me by a few days and we used to climb their guava tree every season. I miss her. I had a crush on her brother, now I realize why I had a crush on him…he was my best friend’’s brother. I miss her.

i miss not having any siblings…maybe that’’s why I try to find them in everyone with whom I get very close and intimate. I spoke to my other bestfriend a few days back, she seemed “okay” about everything that comes with marriage. I always knew that she would marry before me being the eldest in her family. She was like a sister to me.

And now after a few lonely months I have a full-time best friend again…a new one! And this time it’’s a “he” for a change. He keeps me busy 24/7. Sometimes I wonder if “bestfriends” also means “forever”…… need to think about it.

Dilemma

Blueberry — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 06:24:36 +0000

Too many to do lists, too many weddings to attend, too many shopping trips to be made, too many job offers (but not even one to be taken seriously!), and luckily not too many marriage proposals(actually none so far!) and mommy dearest already busy timing my 2008 winter trip to Nagaland, my home town, which is still a good month and a half away.

“Why can”t things be simple?” …this is a question that has plagued me eversince i have been capable of doing things my way. I consider it as a problem when there are too many things lined up to be addressed, maybe because i not used to being incharge of things single handedly. I need a support during times like this and it could be in any form. However, i also have discovered the joy that comes with a task completed, unaided.

I guess the toughest part is in deciding whether to do it or not to do it. Once that is accomplished its halfway done. I am selfish most times than i can even remember, sometimes the object of my selfishness could be a dress that i own which is so admired by my friend yet she cannot convince me to give it up even with the best gifts from her side or it could be the affection of someone which i intend to keep for myself in all circumstances. Keeping up with one’’s mind and heart is a tricky one, and i guess that’’s when the “D” word pops up.