New car = Happiness?

My family is really excited but I think the excitement ends with my Mom sis and me, my Dad is petrified. He acts macho and cool but the strange behavior which he seems to exhibit when he is around the car makes me suspicious. Like for example he was bragging about the car and how beautiful it looks and how much fun it’s gonna be, so I casually asked him, ‘Why don’t we go for a drive now Dad?’ That’s when it happened, beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his hands became all sweaty and clammy. Well its not as if it was summer or anything and I didn’t have to rack my brain to find out that my dad the macho man is actually having the case of jitters. Hee hee now this was fun.

So then began my mild torture sessions, every time I got bored I would pop up the prospect of a drive to my already freaked out Dad and I would laugh looking at his expressions and body language (cheap of me huh?) .Well its not as if he does not know how to drive its just that he has never had the chance of driving on the smooth Indian roads. He was the king of the roads when we stayed abroad but sadly he was rudely dethroned back home.

After days of mulling around how exactly to launch our much awaited car onto the already god forsaken roads, my Dad finally decided to take the plunge. So on one auspicious day we woke up early, took bath (quite a rare occurrence for me) gave a nice wash to our car (that was my dad’s doing no car was new enough for him), then he dressed up in his new clothes and I gave him my personal gift, a pack of tissues (in case the sweating spells would blind his way) and my Dad was finally ready. As he got into the car and hit the accelerator I smiled, finally he had taken the step to brave the roads of India.

We also put an ‘L’ board for safety purposes I mean safety of the people behind him.

The Winning Obssession

Have you been among those people for whom winning seems to be a far cry? Join the club. I have till date never…I mean never won anything in my entire life. Why should it be of my concern..well for one I want to win something and the other reason is I want to win something.

I have tried everything ….the latest being the glucose contest where there were thousands of gifts to be won. I wonder who these people are who actually win. I hate glucose but I went and bought about ten packs just to get one of those prizes..you could say it was for self gratification than for the value the price held, but to no avail. I am a no-winner even now and it did not make me feel any good.

My latest obsession are online contests and believe it or not I have no luck in em also. Hmmm I should get my horoscope checked it seems to be conspiring against me.

http://www.hindustanlink.com/contest.htm
http://www.hungama.com/
http://www.contestkhelo.com/done.php
http://www.contest2win.com/
http://www.chlormint.in/


These are the sites I religiously visit EVERYDAY and come out empty handed. In this way my self-confidence is going down hill very soon. Why can I not win just one contest ….just one. But I have decided not to give up I am going to win one of those damn contests that’s for sure. If it does take me a long…long time.

If any of you guys do win in one of em. Do me a favor, don’t tell me….

Love thy roommate…

I have never been much or a murderer but I would gladly wear that veil if it means that I could suck the blood out of my roommate. Vengeance, hate, disgust … how can one person bring out so many emotions in me? whatz more funny is that I have seen her only once.. but she has made herself omnipresent (quite a competition for God).

My encounter with her happened much before I actually saw her in flesh and blood (which I plan to separate one day). We are four of us living in the house and the other two are very much sane..but this female has a bad case of ‘superiority complex’. I had heard about her tales from my sane roommates …how she ‘commands’ them to wash her dishes..how she bad mouths about all the roommates to the land owner..she was actually responsible for getting two girls out of the house! ‘we cant bear her anymore!’ was their reason..but I took no notice of it…I mean as long as she does not cross my way.. I don’t cross hers…simple.

But she did cross my way…I was sleeping away one Sunday after noon when I heard a rude knock on my door…and for the first time I see who this fourth person is…oh! So this is the female I heard so much about!..well if first impressions are supposed to be the best ones..she made a damned shitty impression! Her nose was flaring …her eyes were glowing…(how come she did not get a role in those scary English flicks, I wondered, she would have won an Oscar for sure). What had I done to offend the veritable princess?. “If you use the stove your supposed to pay” she said… no humility.. no ‘hi! I am one of your roomate’…or atleast… ‘hi! don’t bloody use my stove’… something to show that kindness does exist in this world… did she not see the movie Lage Raho Munnaibhai?.. what happened to all the Gandhigiri…it was more of Hitlergiri here… I was caught unaware so all I could mumble was a weak ‘ok’ (not that I am weak).

Well after that shock I was in for another one…so that I would never use her stove without paying…she actually hid the *burners! Hmmm….if only her snootiness could be channeled in a more constructive way…so till date she hides those burners…

And till date I am on a forced satyagraha…a hungry stomach is a devil’s workshop…one of these days I will get back to her with a bang! She wont even know what hit her…maybe those burners ..once I get my hands on them.

* it’s a thing that you put on the stove so that you can cook Not that you cant cook without it ,doing so would just bring the kitchen down (along with a you). So beware!

Why it’s ok not to be an Aishwarya Rai

Has it ever happened to you that just when you’re in that mood of being fussy and at your worst self God just slaps you in the face and tells you to get out of it!. Well I was in for a wake up call myself.

Woke up this morning and looked at myself in the mirror and kept wondering for the umpteenth time…if only I were a Aishwarya Rai …or a Angelina Jolie..or…that is when I was interrupted with a loud Thud! As if someone had fallen down. I rushed to the kitchen to find my roommate lying face down on the ground…she was struggling to get up. I helped her up and she thanked me.

That’s when I felt the slap of God…because my roommate is handicapped she works in a big company and she earns well …everything is great in her life or she always says so. While I complained about petty things like my looks or that fat I never seemed to lose, I often seem to forget that God has been bountiful in my case. After that slap that I so deeply felt I hoped that I would not take anything for granted.

As I looked out of the window I saw my roommate walking….one painful step at a time, she had crutches to help her out. It would take her long to reach her office but she chooses to walk because she wants to prove she is no different than the rest of us…and maybe she is not, while she might be handicap physically many of us are handicaps too… mentally.

Begging for more

“Amma …thaayee” well how many beggars have you heard that from lately? I was in for a rude shock at my small attempt at philanthropy. There was this old woman who looked as if she would fall off with fatigue if I did not save her, so with sympathy in my eyes and money in my hand I gave it to her hoping she would smile and leave. Well forget smiling the offended beggar threw the rupee to the ground and to further shock the already ‘shocked me’ she cursed me in her vernacular language (the meaning of which I don’t intend to know) and walked away.

Well what was I to do? I stood gaping at her as she walked away hunting for prospective donors (probably those with fuller pockets). I did pick up that one rupee on my way back to remind me that next time I go about feeling bad for beggars I need to go with a fuller pocket. Who knows who would ultimately feel like a beggar …..in this case I felt like one.

Bitten by the 'blog' bug

I have been pondering over the thought as to what my blog should actually consist of. You know what actually stops me, it’s the thought that now I am exposed.. whatever I write will be judged, whatever I think might invite criticism..my language, my content..everything.

My thoughts about blogging had started long before but you know how thoughts are random, nonsensical and totally immaterial. Among the millions of things that run through my head the blogging bug has been biting me since quite some time. ‘Who does not have a blog now’ I thought my professors, my friends why even my kid sister everyone seems to be caught in this blogsphere and I really had enough of reading what millions of people had to say I thought why don’t ‘I’ say something for a change.

I woke up today determined that I will not let anything stop me from creating a blog…not the thought that it might be a utter flop not the thought that I might just run out of thoughts to write not even the thought that I might not actually post this today. If we humans actually spent less time thinking about the pros and cons of every damn thing then I think things would be a lot less complicated.

So here it goes….for better or for worse. Keeping my fingers crossed.