shop away to glory!

okay! so because of shoppersStop,  i have started to write this post, and eventually made my husband buy me all the below! 😛

well. this is my choice..I have tried out my best to get the festive look..but have gone again with my fav colour, black! Trust me, my sasuma was overjoyed seeing my attire, though I had  burnt a little hole in my husbands pocket.  Thats ok, Festivals are the time we deserved to be pampered..isint it.

Anyways here’s my getup!!

Dress! simple and cute

Girl’s best friend!

Matching ethnic sandals

my 1st clutch

Something for my house. Bought 4 of them. Looked beautiful

..And something for my husband. He loved it. 🙂
Casio

Well. Sad everyday is not Diwali. I will remember this, ShoppersStop made this look beautiful !

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My 1st Diwali :)

Diwali. One of my favourite festivals, not because of the lights and crackers, but because there will be very less/no puja’s done by kids, 😛 and the only work I had is eating.
Times change, and this time it was my turn to do the puja stuff and the cooking. I had invited over my cousin, and do to make an impression, I decided I will go for a full course meal. So, i spent like 2 hrz in the kitchen, made traditional Tamil sambar and curry. And not to mention, the dessert–Payasam.
I was so happy with myself at the end of it all. We had put floating diyas, rangoli, and made Ganeshji with Dal. I somehow enjoyed doing all of it, and now I know why parents love doing this. Its fun to see your house decorated, and others hogging on food you’ve made.
Anyways. Here’s a glimpse of what I did. yes, i love festivals. Now that i can cook too! 😉

Dal Ganeshji

Floating Diyas

20 min a day!

20 min it was. Seemed to far fetched, but there was a feeling, I could do it. Every second counted. Every minute was valuable. I could not afford to back out..it was something I had promised myself.
19 min, its ok..I just started. I was trying to divert my mind..may be to a hummable song. I will sing the whole song, and may be 4-5 min will pass. so started with the song I knew, riders of the storm.
There’s a killer on the road
its squriming like a toad
take a holiday..
and let your children play.
Damn, I couldn’t remember the music. I looked at the clock. 40 secs have passed. I was as anxious as when waiting in front of a microwave to heat my sandwich for a min.
The next method..let me think about my boyfriend. A looks awesome in grey. yeah, in grey shirt. the day he drove me down to nandi hills. And memory disrupted..it was so hot that day. Cancel cancel. Next.
The day we went to this most awesome place to eat..the place where I first tasted mayo . Omg. I want to eat mayo now. Clock again.
Yayy. 6 min passed. this is working. I am thinking let me think about other guys now 😉
Bangalore is a place with not-so-handsome guys, each riding a bullet. Yeah, that sure is tempting. I had an avenger. Yes, I rode an avenger, and it was awesome. i felt like ghost rider riding his bike. So powerful.
7 min to go.
I get very impatient waiting 90 secs in traffic signal. I was astonished I could do this. I was tired. I shouldn’t have taken this up. I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, my heart said. but something else said that I have to. no matter what. Question of my sisters wedding, question of my in-laws sabotaging me. I have to do this.
3 min to go. O man. patience is a virtue. And I have lots of it. I was convincing myself. may be I will practise a tongue twister.
I love tongue twisters. I take up the challenge whoever asks me to say it, and I am very good at that. I once won this bet for “betty bought some butter” and I won a pen 😉 so I started saying that.
my talent was not helping, I was losing strength, somehow my heart beat started increasing.
1 min to go. I closed my eyes and started counting. yes. 59..58. Yes, I am doing this for myself. I will be happy by the end of it…37..36..35. Its ok. It will be over soon. 21..20.. and then I will be happy for the rest of the day..3..2..1..Uff! phew! humma!
And I got down the treadmill. Yayy to me. I have done my exercise today.
gym is the most tedious thing ever..trust me. I would do my seniors assignment, run behind an icecream truck for a treat, and even give up eating lays (yeah..may be no)..but going to gym..no way.
Somehow I plan to follow this routine, though previously I was regularly irregular. With lots of functions coming by, I plan to be regularly regular. 🙂 🙂

Cannot have enough!

I just started writing this blog, and i am already pondering on how simple things were, when we were small (if you are reading this blog, well..you also might be! )
Times when I dint have to worry about paying my electricity and water bills on time, worrying about what I am going to do when I become as big as my dad. I need not make sure that I call up relatives on necessary dates , or do “pair-lagu” whenever I meet.
The days when i read tinkle and blindly believed that “bumblebeta chocolates” existed..yeah ramu and shamu used to love them..remember. I cried for like a day to get them. my poor mom had a tough time explaining to me that they are not real.

you guys know how earth quakes occur? well, dont start off with earth’s crust and mantle and seismic waves. As a kid, I believed that someone was holding the earth with their right hand, and when hand pains, that “someone” would shift the earth to left, and because of the movement, there is earthquake. OK, thats stupidity, but what big deal did I learn knowing the actual reason? except that it fetched me good grades!

I used to play cricket with my apartment boys, and now no one lets me play cricket. Max, they make me the joker who plays in both the teams (equally bad).
I sit in a swing in a park next to my house, and a kiddo with a puppy face comes and looks at me and I am forced to get up. WhY!! not that the swing is gonna break, for sure!
Birthday parties where, when I took a 2nd serving of cake, people called me “cute”, and now if I do, the look.
To add to all this, places like KFC, give balloons to kids. I ask, and the reply comes, its only for kids madam. So if u become big, u cannot play with a balloon.! unfair.

I have anyways made up my mind. yes, i will give a competition to my kids, in all that. they get an icecream, so do i. they get balloons, and me too!! 🙂

Well. guess u cant stop turning old. you can always be young at heart. Pay all the bills, and still be young at heart! thats what its gonna be.