Nasal and Oral Truths :)

WARNING: This is not another Male-Bashing Article. Readers should understand that the blogger is just trying to share her experiences.( Not her fault if most of them are bad...turning into worst) :) It may sound really fussy but I cant stand few things in people. I think most of the women cannot but well, I am not in a position to generalise on this issue. What inspired me to write on this is a Telugu guy I met during my trip to HK. He happens to be in my team now :( I met him on day1 and he came across as a simpleton and frankly I did not think beyond that until Day5. Day5: We, the team had to sit pretty close touching elbows due to space crunch in the bank, being the only female I had the advantage of sitting at the corner so only one elbow touching mine til day 4...lol...until I had to switch seats with this T-Guy(read telugu guy). I am not trying to be region-biased...just a lingo u see...Anyways, so i was surrounded by 2 guys one on my left and T-guy on my right.Now.2 elbows touching mine... he he... I am turning to a sleazy writer at times...watever! These guys used to go for a smoke and then I had to bear the smells until they disappeared thru ventilation when they spoke to each other....ah! I was sitting in the middle... :( An idea struck me. I got them chewing gums so atleast i could avoid the smell, I never knew I will become a live example of what we read in class 3( Apney pairon pe khud kulhaadi maarna). He chewed it with his mouth wide open making sounds...yucks!! I hate people who make noises while eating/chewing...ah! I had to bear it for 8 hrs...that day and evryday 8 hrs frm then onwards as he got inspired by the idea of chewing gum. I somehow adjusted with the help of my iPod to this sound. But then, what do I see he keep picking his nose 24X7 in office...yuck!! that was pathetic i tell u....I remember how my bhai laughed out loud when I told him over the phone..he was like sahi mila tujhey...tu bahut particular hain naa inn sab baaton mein...uhuh! Cant tell u how I managed...I feel funny now.. But it was pathetic... Moral of the Story: Never offer chewing gums to guys, u may never know when it can become a weapon of mass destruction for others....ofcourse the credit goes to Noise Pollution....!!

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Unf-AIR India

On my way back from the hotel in HK Island, I preffered the shuttle bus over the Airport Express so I cud njoy the scenary from the window.And when I boarded the bus, to my surprise there was an Indian in the bus, as my hard luck is, he was in his late fifties ...I think... and he had a moustache..Now those who knw me well, knw one thing abt me fr sure:Men with moustaches are a big turn-off..OK. I anyways was not interested in anyone for that matter coz I was too excited abt going back home..huh! He was from Saudi and well donno why but he was so excited to see me coz he told me he did not see an indian for past 4-5 days, ask me man.....I havent seen one for 15 days actually. Anyways, he started talking to me, my biggest mistake was that I tuk a seat right behind his. He was kinda OK initially but well then started digging too much,asked pretty much, and gave me his visiting card and said anytime u plan to come to Saudi, do see me. I was like ahum! if HK was nt enuff now I shud come to Saudi....are u kidding me?? Watever! he asked me to come to his seat, and stupid me, I went thr but why??? I donno...I seriously donno even till now. But I was so uncomfortable there and to make the matters worse he had bad breathe and that too as if 100 rats have committed mass suicide...well I knw am getting too finnicky but wat to do....for past few days I have been meeting people like him only...lets not get into that now...so it was so damn uncomfortable being seated next to him and the next thing he tells me...Saudi se kuch bhi chahiye ho! Koi bhi cheez mujhey zarur bataana...I will miss u a lot......haah! Can you beat that?? He was telling me he will miss me...but i met him for an hr...anyways, men will be men, they'll never change. If he was smart enuff he cud have made it out from my body language that I was not interested in talking to him at all...Questions like: Are u married? are u travelling alone?? and to say something like: Wish I wud have met u earlier we cud have dined together are so damn alarming for a woman!! So for all my male frenz who are reading this post, guys these questions make us so uncomfortable and raise an alarm u see...Kool...I am not writing this one for How to converse with a woman or so!!...All along the way I was cursing myself for sitting next to him and in the first place responding to his greetings...but watever...I sat with him as if I was just abt to jump from the bus...Cant tell u how bad it was..Anyways, finally we reached the airport and I was telling myself, I hope this guy does not stick arnd at the airport with me...I almost told him," Are you sure, this one is the terminal for your flight?? " he he..I simply told him laters, my counter is at different gate..so bubye..take care, almost smiling to myself...as if it was pat on the back...grrrr...but did I know that it was not the worst I have had that day...coz something else was waiting for me at Gate G. Read on. I have travelled to Hong Kong once before too and well though the stay was not something I would ever like to talk about but yeah! I was surprised by AIR-INDIA. I had already read enuff abt the grievances of people travelling thru this airline but my last experience was kinda OK. Guess what?? Not for long! Well how did I find time to write this post....well....well...thanks to Air-india! My flight back home is delayed by nothing less than 9 hrs and now I will be reaching home at 3am the next day...the moment the staffer told me abt this...I simply said wat I usually say wen I m in deep shit ...which to mention is not rare...he he...I told her, u knw wat? I love my life for the way it screws me bad....lol... So now am here in the waiting lounge..ah! thank god itz not India atleast, coz HK has a sensible seating in waiting area....I have already made atleast 3 visits to the counter and my luggage has not yet been checked in..I donno how and when will we start but lets hope I reach home by tomorrow morning...Till nothing more exciting happens....I am still wondering why did he tell me...he will miss me...huh! Uncle needs to take a chill pill....yaa fir main hi itni budhdhi ho gayi....he he...will have to think abt tht....in any cases, I have enuff to time to think and re-think... :(

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SINS...As they call it!!

I donno what made me write about it but I just watched this movie out of curiosity....naah! not coz of the sleazy name tag that it carries but for the storyline which actually tempted me to spend my evening watching this movie. Its just the way I loved "Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho, i liked this movie too. The movie is about a Priest who is obessesed with a young girl and the passionate relatioship they share and how it becomes a trap for both of them. An emotional and obsessive trap for the priest who evrytime commits a SIN as they call it and then confesses it to another Priest disguised as someone else. He deceives,hurts and later kill people without any guilt. It interested me to see how sometimes your dark side takes over who you are and makes you do things and take a path that you repent forever. Ask me did he repent?? nopes....he did not...he still believed at the end of the movie that he punished her by killing her and not murdered her. Makes me wonder how when obsession rules the roost in a relationship it gets self-destructive... Well I am not going to get deeper into it, but yeah I wud say, for people who love meaningful cinema its quiet a watch and not to forget it is based on a true story...

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A Thank You note of its own kind.

Itz yet another chilly night and I walk down to my place after a long walk thinking about all that happened, the if's, he but's, the how's and the wat's. One thing for sure, I am telling myself, its really really hard to forgive people. As my dad told us when we were in Grade 1 in school, " Maaf karney se koi jhukta nahi aur naa hi maafi maang-ney se" - One does not lower himself by saying sorry or by accepting one. Yes he told me this and I have seen him following it but to me, it always was difficult to accept this theory. Everyone comes across the buggers in their lives, I am no big exception :) I have had my share of some. And today when I walk back home I am wondering if they actually meant to be this way. Well watever, I believe they helped me grow a lot, what if none of them were there. Life would have been so tasteless. I would not have learnt to get hurt(physically,mentally,emotionally and financially) and move on. My encounter with the real-life as we call it started a little early. I am not going to go in the details as thats not a concern anymore, what matters is they made me a better person and they pissed me off...that too quiet a lot of times :) But I look back and see myself going places just coz of those people: The account's officer in skool who made me stand in the strong sun for not being able to submit my skool fees,the classmates who teased me coz I was timid and inferior, the maths and physics teachers who told me I will do nothing in my life,my ex-best fren who conspired against me almost getting me half-dead, the guy in the coaching who said I am finished and have no future in technology, the neighbours who banned me coz I was not a rich kid, the relatives who treated me with pity, the college mates who made fun of me everytime my name was called on again for fee-issues :), the friend turned foe who harassed me a lot, the leturer who threw me out of the class ;), the very special pair of frenz who let me down when I needed them the most blaming me for being too emotional ( Arent humans supposed to be sensitive to others??) and yeah! not to forget when THEY said ," She is finished and she can never stand back on her feet again". I somehow felt no fury towards them that very moment. I felt so thankful towards them and I felt so lucky I found them as if they would not have been there. I would not have realised how special I am and what do I hold in me. I take this opportunity to thank everyone who left me alone when I needed the most and have actually kicked me hard in the worst of times for making who I am. No offences meant guys... but I still cannot forgive some of you. I am sure some Art of Living will do it but then I sure can be thankful to all of you for the kind of indifference and insensitivity you have shown towards me. I am not the one who would try and avenge for things coz I have plenty to do guys...and now when your hard-work has got me here. I need to work harder. :) And for you the chosen ones, I would say we will settle scores someday as I have just found few more like you. So I have to gear up for some new learning sessions u see... ;) Well, In short, for some of the readers of this blog who usually ask me about it...: "Whenever someone kicks you hard in the hardest of times, turn back and say Thank You. You have helped me enuff to luk back and smile at you"Aha! and not to forget I will definitely See You Laters!! he he We will think about forgiveness later but for now its the Thanksgiving Day. :) P.S. Cant help being an extremist, I am born punjabi afterall....

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Naamkaran : The Kaaran behind it!!

It is not for the first time that we have got a pet... but for me it is a strange yet a new experience. After Caesar, our last pet, died due to doctor's negligence, mom took to bed, her BP shot up...she complained of migraines and all....She has been close to Caesar fr 7 yrs and I understand when she says it was just like raising a baby up....Caesar was no doubt a sweetheart with all of us....But to get mom and infact the whole family out of grief we decided to get her a new pet or say get US one...we all were feeling so incomplete without him around. Now I understand what does it mean when people say they cannot go out coz they cant leave their dogs home alone...It is simple and pure attachment as you call it in one go!! Although we all were not in sync when the idea of getting a new pet was intoduced in the family as bhai felt it will get too difficult if the new one also leaves us someday...but for mom and ofcourse for dad who loved him more than anyone else....it was important... I left for my trip to Hong Kong for work although with a heavy heart....and frankly....I could not concentrate there...On my return, Chaa( Thts the way I address my chaachu...he he...hope no VHP and Shiv Sena guy is reading this...he he...as if I have given access to any ;) ) picked me up from the airport and sooner Harita calls me and says..."Hey Di!! Welcome back....did u get any surprises...?? ". I was sure this was it...and when i reached home...I was unpacking my bags...when a small n sweet cotton ball came sleepy-eyed...towards me...that was him...our new pet...same breed...just a diff...Caesar was a Bulgarian Spitz...while he is a German...the dogs tht were used as hunter-dogs... So here we was white n small new pet...I was delighted to see him but then came the herculean task of giving him a name...ahum!! a biiiiiiig task I would say...there was a daily discussion on the same...mmm...not to mention...a heated one...Poor pet!! :( Someone suggested Salt/Pepper...then came along..Killer/Breezer...grrrrrrr...the cuter ones came as Khushilaal/Babulaal...he he...and the wild ones suggested by me ofcourse were Santa and Banta ( Banta coz we r planning to get a german shepherd to so it cud have been gr8)...After a looooooooong search,some meetings and few googling sessions...no results...ha ha...I wonder who takes so much pain in naming a pet afterall....well this family does.. :) The next day I got a call from one of my frenz..and as he lovingly calls me Happy Singh...he said,"Hor bhai! Happy Singh ki haal?"....traang tring...Eureka!! Eureka!! Thats it...kya bola yaar...Happy Singh.... and so he was baptised. Who would do that but I did it...I gave him MY name, as you know I always say even now that he brought happiness yet again for us after Caesar...and then a name reflects a person...oops! here a dog.... doesnt it?? This is the masala story behind Happy Singh being christened...but well well!! waiting for us was a big challenge as mom's gud friend and our neighbour's son is addressed as Happy...ha ha...Here's the catch baby!!...Auntiji had a big objection to it....well I promised her ,we will name the next pet on bhai's name...(hehe...thank god I did not include bhai in my blog-readers list ;)) I said "Come on Aunti, I will call the other one Sunny". hehehehe ..... So after all the controversies and few fatal promises we had a name for him : Happy Singh... If all that happened was not enuff, I had to travel to bangalore for work and while I was not there Happy had to face a lot of confusion at home... Some cousins came over to stay for a week and they called him Salty(yuck! wat kinda name is tht for him)...mom called him betu...and chaa called him DIPLA ha ha..poor happy wenever someone called him..he was like luking in all damn directions...he did not knw which name to react to...i m sure he was missing me... Finally...I was back home and Happy came running to me...Mom told me that he doesnt react to them...and how come he came up running to me...well well...afterall it was damn clear he loved his name...HAPPY... :) So burying all hatchets and moving on it was loud and clear he woudl be addressed by his name HAPPY SINGH and thts it... Now Happy lives up to his name...always jumping n jollying around...but there is more to him.... For that read on the post : Happy da tashann...

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The Big Fat Punjabi Wedding!!

Here comes the months of Jan and Feb, the marriage months....we have one or the other person inviting us for weddings these days...Mom has a friend's daugher's wedding, Dad has a friend's cousin's marriage, Bhai has a fren's marriage...and then my best friend also had his wedding this January-end...Actually, he happens to be my cousin bro too...but we met at my dad's cousin's marriage...and we struck a gud friendship eversince..later we realised we are cousins...mmm...that makes me wonder we so busy with our lives these days that we hardly realise that sometimes the people we come across in the crowd are somehow related to us... :) Anyways, thankfully for us we realised it pretty soon. So it was Veerji's wedding( thts how we refer to our bros in punjabi), and that means a month-long celebration for us...from the simple ceremonies....to cocktails to mehandi to sangeets...and all the glitter and music...and dance... The best part of the Punjabi n especially Delhi-winter weddings is the way women get dressed and well these days men are competing too....As Nanoo puts it in Pyar ke Side Effects, dilli ki ladkiyon ko sardi hi nahi lagti...ha ha...so for the cocktail which was 2 days before the wedding...I decided to wear my newly-bought blue churidaar combo...but if some day my plans stat faling into place..it means God is on leave...coz they never do...This blue dress of mine was very tastefully designed by me and with equal taste was spoilt by the boutique ppl....so I had to settle for a casual orange n mahroon combo...it was too chilly...but I could see the women dressed in cuts n sleeves.....well watever but they sent the temperature soaring for sure...and then it was time for some drink and dance...well the whisky and vodka was flowing...and people were drumming them in....we danced to the freaky punjabi numbers...and then settled for some hot coffee....while seated in the hall I realised a female was heavily drunk and was dancing to Kajra rey...doing a full fledged performance in the hall running from table to table...I thought some freak....and then rubbed my eyes and wat did I see....a distant cousin of my cousin....she was terribly out of her senses...but then thats wat cocktails are meant for... Amidst all the backless dresses...and corsets...and sexy sarees...there was this auntiji dressed for the winters...she was typically complaining abt the food and ambience and ppl...we have such ppl in all our weddings...the critics as they say...its fun to hear them point out all the negatives...sumtimes... So with the uncles and bhai log swaying to the punjabi numbers..and with auntijis and bhabhis giving them company it was a fun-filled night...I wonder wat about the bride n groom who r cornered at times amidst all tht....but my veerji was having loads of fun....he loves to host cocktails... To pull my younger bhai out of the dancing crowd so tht we can go home... I braved the crowd and went ahead...sooner someone held my hand and I did not realise who..until he turned me around as you do in Tango..and pulled me(read ME: the huge me) for the tango....Poor guy shud i say..well naah! poor me he was out of his mind I m sure..and then he kept on dancing with me...and if that was not enuff Veerji joined us....followed bhai....ha ha...wat a mad family....somehow I managed to pull-out of their dancing madness....I was suffocated...and before I could step out of the mad crowd that it was turning into...some other cousin of mine pulled me in for a dance....grrrrrrrrr.....I was like...do hell with you...Dad's gonna kill me if I let him wait for another second in the chill for us...Ha ha...that was indeed funny....when I luk back to it... I donno how my bhai reached the parking...I almost ran my way to the parking hiding my face( the funniest of all: ha ha...Me trying to hide...)anyways!!....we finally chatted our way back home in the car abt who came n who did not and I was wondering Begaani Shaadi Mein Abdullah Deewana!! :) More to come in this section....Mehandi and Shaadi... ;)

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Auntiji : The next diva in town

Well...this is not a confession-oriented piece of writing...I dedicate this post to the Auntiji who stays next door....well her kitchen door open towards my room window....Her fascination with music n that too sultry songs has almost pissed me off...I myself, am a music buff but then...i cant enjoy at the expense of others when it comes to making then bear my voice....I can imagine her dancing to the song thts playing right now....and wow! when she sings along...Kaatey nahi kat-tey yeh din yeh raat.....and then she goes along I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu and then god! I am like someone pls stop her....puhleese... Trust me...I am going to hold a morcha against all these Indian Idols and music-reality shows...Ahum! Okay, I understand they mean promotion of music....but Auntiji is preparing to be an Indian Idol(seems to me)... So while the Beedi Jalaayi ley is playing on the background you can peep in and see she is dancing with a kadchi in her hand...doing all those pelvic thrusts...and typical tapori steps...one thing for sure...if not Indian Idol she can go for some dance based shows... :) So until the omellette in the pan jalofys...she is jalaaofying beedi and singing to it..uhuh!!... The irony of the whole story is, I never understand how to talk her out of this....coz she is like 13 yrs older than me...but she hates it if you call her aunti....she is like....call me didi,harshita!! I am just 13 yrs older than you...he he..with my mouth wide open..i say yeah JUST 13...watever...no matter if I have to call her didi,bhabhi aur aunti(all the call-names courtesy Ekta Kapoor Soaps)...i have to ask her to practice her music skills somewhere else but not in her kitchen.... God! I donno if this is a post enuff...but she is getting on my nerves now...before her choice of songs kills me....i have to think abt shifting base to office rather than wrking frm home... As if Ekta Kapoor was not enuff...now we have reality shows to motivate our auntijis....For the time-being I would say Auntiji stick to the gossip that you are really really good at...For Music we have some other contenders...(well there is one auntiji on the other side too)..he he...

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