Breaking Away, Finding Myself and Losing myself again :)

I know the title is like too ahem! serious.. but as always what I will be writing about will be a lil bit nice n a lil bit naughty :D

If I again start the sob-story of why I don't comment, post or look at my blog, I am going to get a big kick from some of you here. So I shut my mouth right here on that. ;) ;)

I have always hated Mumbai. Right from the time, I knew of Bombay, I hated it. I donno why... Really. So when my boss asked me to take up this assignment in Mumbai, I got cold feet. I never (read NEVER) wanted to visit Mumbai in this life. But for the first time in my life, I let life take it's own course. Actually, life always takes it's own course, we just keep fooling ourselves with this illusion of having control over everything.

I packed my bags with no hopes in my heart and I was so very scared n yet neutral inside. I was so taken aback with the humidity when I got down at Mumbai Airport. I was like "Where am I stuck now?".

As I proceeded towards the city, things looked a little familiar,a little better.

Day 1 was horrifying. I could not find a cab to office, I was late and the only person I expected sugar-talk from was very distant... I cried out of frustration, helplessness and loneliness in a big city...but then I told myself -"Be it. I will manage. I will fall and try to walk on my own again".

There have been too many moments and too many stories that I want to share... Stories that made me fall in love with a city, I thought I will never see in this life.

Mumbai, I love you. Donno if it is for the wonderful people I have met or the rains that cleanse my soul everyday or just the feeling of being free n yet belonging somewhere...

Thank you, Mumbai. I think we will know each other more and make this relationship stronger.

There is so much to tell...and I am going to write about it for sure... Love you.

I broke away from my roots, found a NEW me...and lost myself again in this wonderful city... a city that never sleeps...

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Dallas Diaries : Day 2-9 : Dance, Romance and Take a Chance :D

Sunny mentioned how I did not complete this diary series and I am slowly killing my blog. Hmmmph!!!!!!!!!!

Here is the rest of the story from the Dallas trip :

Day 2 : My first day in office and Marriott was gracious enough to drop me at office. I saw a billboard on my way to office that shooed away all my nervousness of meeting a hi-fi client -- "Your wife is HOT, Time to repair your AC". The fonts were different and it was so funny when you read it the first time. Khair! I met my two colleagues, Danny (D) and Anthony (A) as I entered the conference room. Both of them turned out to be complete gems.

Day 3-5 : It was not a complete cake walk, believe me. We did not get the expected support from the client. I burnt my pasta twice. How can you burn pasta?? don't ask me.. Seriously... I have no clue, who I was talking to when I did it... That too, twice. For days, I assumed it was love... until I realized that I was just multitasking too much... *sigh* all my hopes of being in love were thrashed in a moment. Reality sucks!! Baad mein...We had a nice dinner get-together at D's trailer park and he cooked awesome Indian Dal while I made Gobi ke paranthe, mixed veg, pulaao and Rajma... Was fun.

Day 6-7 : Aha! weekend came and brought along PMS. I wanted to cry... I did not want to cry... I wanted to shop.. I did not want to shop... I went to Walmart in a dazed state and to satisfy my PMS-instincts, I shopped like it was the last time, I was doing it. To top it all, I forgot some of my shopping bags back in Walmart without even realising that I did. Did you say LOVE?? *yawns* -- Nahiii... too much of work yaa!

I spent my Sunday sulking about how empty my life is? Why the F is everyone getting married now? Why is it that everyone just NEEDS me when they need me and I don't have someone I can even supposedly need?? Too much of hell, you see. If you are a gal, you would know what I am talking about. PMS sucks!! Like really.. more than Spinach... lol. I made Anurag call me and I wailed n wailed... Poor thing, listened to me patiently. I love this guy. He is a true friend... The one who loves u at your worst also.

Day 8-9 : Somehow I let the Sunday pass. D and A took me out to a Mexican Place. Oh! Did I ever tell you guys how much I love Quesadilla. I ordered the veg one... Nice place it was. Parrrrrrrrr... Veg meant boiled spinach in the rolls... Mummy!! Yeah! Mummy... You are the one I thought about. She knows how much I hate Spinach....Khair.... 

A asked me to join him for a 'Texas Two Step' dance class and I thought let's give it a try. It was weird... for someone like me... I mean, come on! I have never had a guy hold me by my waist and dance with me... Most of the time, I was leading the dance and the instructor got frustrated in 10 mins hi.. :D :D lol.. she said - "You eldest? You have a habit of taking care of people? He is the man, let him take the lead and you follow"... I smiled sheepishly and let him the take the lead then and Oh boy! I danced and danced... and I loved it... Wow! I felt so feminine after that... I felt so beautiful.. Really!

It was hard to say bye to the wonderful hotel and my team. I have so much to say and tell... par in my next post will give u ek dum dhinchak gossip on my last week there and the return journey... khe khe...

Haan! main aalsi hoon... maar lo... dheere dheere catch-up kar rahin hoon... :D Love you hain!

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