I hearby solemnly swear that I am a confirmed shopaholic. I cannot, simply cannot visit a shopping area and not shop.
I went to the IITF on the 27th with my adopted Mum who is equally hopeless. We barely went into any of the state pavilions and spent most of our time in Halls 18 and 12 where there were stalls from Pakistan, China, Bangladesh, Afghanistan, Iran, UAE, Turkey, Thailand and many more countries whose names I shall refrain from recounting to avoid this post turning into a geography lesson :)
The best buys of the day were - Vanilla incense from Thailand, Leather fur lined booties from Afghanistan for my nephew Gupichup, Black vases and a bunch of beautiful paper flowers from China, Jamdanis at throw away prices from Bangladesh, Reebok shoes at 1500 a pair (the ones that retail for 3500 + at the stores), spices from Pakistan, Exquisite blue kurta material from Gujarat, Handmade brooches and saffron from Iran, Embroidered chiffon from Turkey.
In my defense I spent a total of Rs.5000/- net and i look at it as my contribution to the improvement of the world economy. And we did this in just 6 hours. Next year we plan to go for three days :)
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I made someone feel better today...
I usually return home in the company cab. Today we were waiting for one of the junior colleagues to come as she had called up to say that she would be a little late. She turned up crying. I don't know why she was crying but I gave her some water and a chocolate I had in my bag. She thanked me when she got off. I felt good because I was able to make someone feel better.
When I reached the head office I found that my boss was in bad shape. Tired and wilting. I bought her a packet of cookies from the cafeteria. She was really grateful. She was even more grateful for my presence when she got a call informing her that her brother in law had expired. I stayed around to see her off.
I'm happy I'm me. I'm happy that I was able to make someone feel better.
When I reached the head office I found that my boss was in bad shape. Tired and wilting. I bought her a packet of cookies from the cafeteria. She was really grateful. She was even more grateful for my presence when she got a call informing her that her brother in law had expired. I stayed around to see her off.
I'm happy I'm me. I'm happy that I was able to make someone feel better.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Freedom is priced at four lakh rupees, cancellation charges included
The bile is rising in my throat as I write this. A very odd title for a post isn't it? But then this is no ordinary post. It is a post where I freely admit that I was wrong. Wrong about the person that I had chosen to marry a few months ago. And also in which I can safely say without any residual guilt that I was right.
I was right when I decided to end my engagement. She just was not worth it. Not worth the heartache and tears that I went through, not worth the prayers and the mannats.
My Dad went to the hometown a few days ago. The girl's parents went to great lengths to set up a meeting. They wanted reimbursements of all the real and imaginary expenses that they had incurred.
And the worst part is that my Dad paid up whatever they asked for. Four Lakh rupees. Including the cancellation charges for the wedding hall that they had booked. That was the price in monetary terms that was paid for my freedom. Who the bloody hell is going to account for my emotional scarring?
I was right when I decided to end my engagement. She just was not worth it. Not worth the heartache and tears that I went through, not worth the prayers and the mannats.
My Dad went to the hometown a few days ago. The girl's parents went to great lengths to set up a meeting. They wanted reimbursements of all the real and imaginary expenses that they had incurred.
And the worst part is that my Dad paid up whatever they asked for. Four Lakh rupees. Including the cancellation charges for the wedding hall that they had booked. That was the price in monetary terms that was paid for my freedom. Who the bloody hell is going to account for my emotional scarring?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Of this and that and everything in between
My closest family and friends view me as someone who is extremely level headed and analytical. They think that I am instinctive, true to myself, logical, sweet and perceptive. nothing could be further from the truth.
When I look in the mirror I see a cynical, hard-bitten bitter man. I see a pair of black eyes that are perpetually hurt because some one or the other has walked all over my feelings and made my black eyes blue. I see a pudgy little eight year old who masquerades as an adult and who's seen more of life than most people do in several lifetimes.
Why is it that the people around most often mistake the signs that are so obvious? Why is that when they see you hurt and bruised and smiling they think you're brave when all you're trying to do is keep from letting your eyes betray your verity? Why does it hurt when you're good intentions are taken in a different spirit altogether? Why do you feel that the world has come to an end when a friendship that you always knew was sustained by your incessant efforts to make it work crumbles? Why do I see people beyond their external trappings for what they really are? Why do I get hurt?
When I look in the mirror I see a cynical, hard-bitten bitter man. I see a pair of black eyes that are perpetually hurt because some one or the other has walked all over my feelings and made my black eyes blue. I see a pudgy little eight year old who masquerades as an adult and who's seen more of life than most people do in several lifetimes.
Why is it that the people around most often mistake the signs that are so obvious? Why is that when they see you hurt and bruised and smiling they think you're brave when all you're trying to do is keep from letting your eyes betray your verity? Why does it hurt when you're good intentions are taken in a different spirit altogether? Why do you feel that the world has come to an end when a friendship that you always knew was sustained by your incessant efforts to make it work crumbles? Why do I see people beyond their external trappings for what they really are? Why do I get hurt?
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