Some days back, a girl in my office was in a real big dilemma. Seemed like she was gonna make the biggest decision of her life..
Should she get her nose pierced??!!!???
As in most families, her mom was against it. I was reminded of the time when I got my nose pierced. Been almost 2 years now. My case was a lil different though. Here my mom wanted me to pierce my nose. According to her (and half the world around me), I never looked my age. People always considered me as a Xth std kid. It was like a well known fact. And my mom had accepted it.
The one day, we went to our village. I was with my VIIth std cousin (10 years younger than me). The old aunties there were genuinely confused as to which of us was the younger one.
That’s the time my mom decided that she had to do something about this. As soon as we came back, she took me to the jeweller. She wanted me to wear a nose pin. I refused. Okayed the ring. Finally got my nose pierced. Not a very painful experience though.
The painful part came later.
Initially, the guy made me wear a pin. Said it was better. He told me to wear the pin for atleast a month, before I shifted to the ring. Impatient as I have always been, I tried to change to a ring as soon as I came back to my hostel (1 week later). Took out the pin. So far so good.
Tried to put the ring. Couldn’t. Tried for about half an hour. Finally when my nose became totally red, I gave up.
This was at night. Slept without the pin/ring. Just lot of ghee and turmeric.
Next morning, went to some small shop. He said that the hole had closed and that he will need to re-pierce it. I said ok. Didn’t have too much choice. This time it was painful.
I was just happy that he made me wear a ring. Went about flaunting it. Loved the comments. Loved being flattered. Relatives thought that I looked like a grad student (Wonders that a small piece of jewellery can do). Friends thought I looked better. Bro thought I looked hepper. Suneer thought I looked hotter. Loved all this.
It was short lived. Two weeks later, the ring broke. Didn’t wanna go to the same guy again. As I was due to go home in another weeks time, thought will get it done under my mom’s guidance.
One week later, went to the Delhi guy. He said that the hole was not pierced properly. Supposedly the second guy had totally messed it up. Needed to re-re-pierce it. This time the pain was the most. Almost like a cumulative effect! The guy told me not to touch the ring for a month. Since I had learnt my lesson, I didn’t touch it for 3 months. But then there was no need to do it. Afterall a ring is what I had always wanted!
Coming back, this girl first got a clip on. Wore it to office to get the reaction. The verdict was a 50-50. I gave it thumbs up, since I have always been a big fan of the nose ring. She was a li’l skeptical about the pain. I told her my adventurous story. Scared her a li’l more. But then, if I had listened to the first guy and not touched the pin, it wouldn’t have been this bad. Finally she took "the" step.
Moral: the next time u wanna tell a girl that her nose ring is not suiting her, think about the trouble that she would have gone through!!!
Monday 25 June, 2007
Missing......
Today, I am kinna missing my friends. Reason- probably the fact that every1 must be going for the rain dance. Must admit here, that I am not a dance kinna person at all. Its just that I love spending time with my friends.
It’s these kinna occasions when we used to get together. Especially, now that every1 is working, am sure there would be fewer general get togethers.
Apart from these dances, Ipsi’s birthday would usually be one of the get together occasions. Probably bcoz the next was a national holiday. No one would have any excuses.
I clearly remember 2 such parties. The first was in Ghatkopar. We were up till about 6 in the morning. Played loadss of games. Was actually the first proper slumber party. After that one, I have lost count. And the best part was that I hardly knew Ipsi at that time!!
This was about 8 years back.
The other one I remember was about 3 years back. At Ipsi’s sisters place. Every1 was kina high as we couldn’t find water in their fridge. “Breezer” was the softest drink available!! According to me, the kinna topics this time were very mature. It wasn’t like the usual parties where we would play dumbcharades/buzz etc. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy the games. But this time we all spoke on various topics. For me, it was like a progress, from the kiddy group, we had finally matured!!!
P.S-Written on 23/6
It’s these kinna occasions when we used to get together. Especially, now that every1 is working, am sure there would be fewer general get togethers.
Apart from these dances, Ipsi’s birthday would usually be one of the get together occasions. Probably bcoz the next was a national holiday. No one would have any excuses.
I clearly remember 2 such parties. The first was in Ghatkopar. We were up till about 6 in the morning. Played loadss of games. Was actually the first proper slumber party. After that one, I have lost count. And the best part was that I hardly knew Ipsi at that time!!
This was about 8 years back.
The other one I remember was about 3 years back. At Ipsi’s sisters place. Every1 was kina high as we couldn’t find water in their fridge. “Breezer” was the softest drink available!! According to me, the kinna topics this time were very mature. It wasn’t like the usual parties where we would play dumbcharades/buzz etc. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy the games. But this time we all spoke on various topics. For me, it was like a progress, from the kiddy group, we had finally matured!!!
P.S-Written on 23/6
Friday 22 June, 2007
Plans for the weekend...plans you said?
Yeah, have too much free time today. And must say, writing sure is fun. I don’t care whether anyone’s reading my articles, it keeps me happy, and that is all that should matter.
Another weekend is coming up. I can’t believe that it’s the very same weekend that I used to dread earlier. Used to hate going home and sitting at home with absolutely nothing to do. There were days when I used to love Monday’s . There r people in this World who like Mondays! I soon realized that it wasn’t “cool”, and got converted. Have now joined the “I hate Mondays” group. Yeah, have become normal.
Was just thinking why Mondays were so much fun. I had my reasons:
1) Had quite many new scraps to look forward to.(on orkut)
2) Was under training. So used to get my weekly progress reports on Mondays.
almost felt like a student getting my exam results.
3) Used to be the most relaxing day in office, with respect to dead lines.
Everything seems to have changed now. No orkut, so no scraps. No mentoring, so no reports. Quite a lot of pending work from previous week, so no relaxing.
Now that I think of it, there was a time when I used to write loads of mails. Would just love writing.
Dunno what has happened now. I have even stopped replying to proper mails. Just feel that I don’t connect with anyone. Probably it’s the distance. Probably its me. Probably it’s the fact that I don’t have anything to write about.
Whatever the reason, its not a good thing. There are times when I click on the reply button, and can’t even think of one line. Its not like me to do that.
So, anyways , coming back to my “happening weekends”. Why I look forward to the weekends. Lets try and list down these points.
1) Can get up at 10 in the morning.
2) Can go for my long walks.
3) Can study French.
4) Can lie down in my bed and read some nice book.
5) Can sleep in the afternoon.
6) Can try my hand at cooking if I feel like.
Yeah, those are my reasons. I agree that I dun have a so called happening life, but then this is one of the rare weekends that I spend here. And after 5 days of “work” it feels amazing to be at home. Spend time in ur room.
Given a chance, I would love to go out, hang out with friends, go for movies, go to the hill stations with friends, go shopping, do crazy stuff….etc.
But then u gotcha believe me when I say that Chandigarh is not Mumbai!!
Given a chance, would love to be in Mumbai. In the ever crowded ladies compartment of the locals, wading through knee deep water, trying to drive thorugh the crazy traffic at Andheri, cribbing about the humidity and the traveling.
Wishes….Wishes!
Another weekend is coming up. I can’t believe that it’s the very same weekend that I used to dread earlier. Used to hate going home and sitting at home with absolutely nothing to do. There were days when I used to love Monday’s . There r people in this World who like Mondays! I soon realized that it wasn’t “cool”, and got converted. Have now joined the “I hate Mondays” group. Yeah, have become normal.
Was just thinking why Mondays were so much fun. I had my reasons:
1) Had quite many new scraps to look forward to.(on orkut)
2) Was under training. So used to get my weekly progress reports on Mondays.
almost felt like a student getting my exam results.
3) Used to be the most relaxing day in office, with respect to dead lines.
Everything seems to have changed now. No orkut, so no scraps. No mentoring, so no reports. Quite a lot of pending work from previous week, so no relaxing.
Now that I think of it, there was a time when I used to write loads of mails. Would just love writing.
Dunno what has happened now. I have even stopped replying to proper mails. Just feel that I don’t connect with anyone. Probably it’s the distance. Probably its me. Probably it’s the fact that I don’t have anything to write about.
Whatever the reason, its not a good thing. There are times when I click on the reply button, and can’t even think of one line. Its not like me to do that.
So, anyways , coming back to my “happening weekends”. Why I look forward to the weekends. Lets try and list down these points.
1) Can get up at 10 in the morning.
2) Can go for my long walks.
3) Can study French.
4) Can lie down in my bed and read some nice book.
5) Can sleep in the afternoon.
6) Can try my hand at cooking if I feel like.
Yeah, those are my reasons. I agree that I dun have a so called happening life, but then this is one of the rare weekends that I spend here. And after 5 days of “work” it feels amazing to be at home. Spend time in ur room.
Given a chance, I would love to go out, hang out with friends, go for movies, go to the hill stations with friends, go shopping, do crazy stuff….etc.
But then u gotcha believe me when I say that Chandigarh is not Mumbai!!
Given a chance, would love to be in Mumbai. In the ever crowded ladies compartment of the locals, wading through knee deep water, trying to drive thorugh the crazy traffic at Andheri, cribbing about the humidity and the traveling.
Wishes….Wishes!
The French in me
The one reason that I liked going through random blogs was that at times I would come across some French blogs, and somehow that language really excites me! Have always wanted to learn French.
Have done 1 year of it in school (VIIth std to be precise). As expected, I don’t really remember much of it.
Was earlier thinking of joinin the weekend classes of Alliance Francais here. But the problem was that they teach about 8 hours on weekends and I wasn’t sure that I could commit my weekends for 3 months. Not that I am an extremely busy person. Far from it. The thing is that I go home once in every 3 weeks. And in August, Suneer is planning to come here, (that would mean 2 busy weekends). So I would be bunking quite a few of the classes. Not a very nice thought to be thinking about the bunking, before even joining. Guess I am one of those “practical” kinna people!
So thought that I will learn French on my own. Started last weekend. Bought a French text book, the same one that I had used in VIIth std. Took some print outs from the net, got a white board, white board markers (red, blue and black) and I was ready for my home lesson.
Loved the initial part.
It was sooo much fun and seemed extremely easy. By the time I came to the 11th chapter, my interest in the language considerably decreased.
And to top it all, I happened to surf through channels on my TV and found a French channel. Couldn’t understand one word!!! Then the thought struck me that the pronunciations may be a lil of a problem for me! It sounded like “vozh shazh muujh aszh”. Serious!
A normal person may have given up immediately. But not me. I went and got more printouts. This time, got stuff related to the phonetics. It was pretty interesting. Learnt quite a lot. The one thing which I found cute was that in French “oi” is pronounced as “uwa”. So mois (month) becomes “muwah”! It sure is an interesting language.
Will take me quite a lot of time to understand or speak French, but reading and translating written stuff should’t take too much time. The best part is that its giving me something constructive to do.
Just sitting and cribbing about weekends isn’t the coolest thing aint it?
Adieu !!
Have done 1 year of it in school (VIIth std to be precise). As expected, I don’t really remember much of it.
Was earlier thinking of joinin the weekend classes of Alliance Francais here. But the problem was that they teach about 8 hours on weekends and I wasn’t sure that I could commit my weekends for 3 months. Not that I am an extremely busy person. Far from it. The thing is that I go home once in every 3 weeks. And in August, Suneer is planning to come here, (that would mean 2 busy weekends). So I would be bunking quite a few of the classes. Not a very nice thought to be thinking about the bunking, before even joining. Guess I am one of those “practical” kinna people!
So thought that I will learn French on my own. Started last weekend. Bought a French text book, the same one that I had used in VIIth std. Took some print outs from the net, got a white board, white board markers (red, blue and black) and I was ready for my home lesson.
Loved the initial part.
It was sooo much fun and seemed extremely easy. By the time I came to the 11th chapter, my interest in the language considerably decreased.
And to top it all, I happened to surf through channels on my TV and found a French channel. Couldn’t understand one word!!! Then the thought struck me that the pronunciations may be a lil of a problem for me! It sounded like “vozh shazh muujh aszh”. Serious!
A normal person may have given up immediately. But not me. I went and got more printouts. This time, got stuff related to the phonetics. It was pretty interesting. Learnt quite a lot. The one thing which I found cute was that in French “oi” is pronounced as “uwa”. So mois (month) becomes “muwah”! It sure is an interesting language.
Will take me quite a lot of time to understand or speak French, but reading and translating written stuff should’t take too much time. The best part is that its giving me something constructive to do.
Just sitting and cribbing about weekends isn’t the coolest thing aint it?
Adieu !!
Here I am.........
Finally, decided to join the blog wagon. Have been going through various blogs in office (considering orkut has been blocked, and I am super efficient at time management). So today, a brilliant thought struck me. Why not have my own blog? So putting my idea to practice…Here I am!
I have always considered blogs as a waste of time. I mean here u sit and write a long article, but now who would read it. How many people would actually read it? Especially since we don’t even have the facility of searching for people on blog, I used to believe it as a waste of precious time. Though I don’t know why the “time” factor was affecting me … considering that’s the only thing I have aplenty!
Quite many people say that writing is therapeutic. So thought would try it myself. There must be something in it that people go so crazy about blogs.
So as u can see, a lot of thought has gone into taking this major step of entering the blog world. I better get some welcome messages from the 2-3 people who know of my existence here!
I have always considered blogs as a waste of time. I mean here u sit and write a long article, but now who would read it. How many people would actually read it? Especially since we don’t even have the facility of searching for people on blog, I used to believe it as a waste of precious time. Though I don’t know why the “time” factor was affecting me … considering that’s the only thing I have aplenty!
Quite many people say that writing is therapeutic. So thought would try it myself. There must be something in it that people go so crazy about blogs.
So as u can see, a lot of thought has gone into taking this major step of entering the blog world. I better get some welcome messages from the 2-3 people who know of my existence here!
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