reflecting....

it hurts sometimes when i sit back and think what could have been and what is....

Love bites :) and how!

The title says it all doesn't it? :)

Why I am an Aquarian...:)

How it all began....

'Our Story'goes back to when we were a pair of gawky teenagers, who were inseperable friends in our 10th standard class.He was the typical shy, completely bullied, puppy eyed darling, while I was the 'then towering' lady 'goonda' of the class, bullying all those who bugged this quite, croaking voice, dimpled character into a quiet corner of our dimly lit class room.

School life came to an end and unfortunately so did our year long friendship (don't quite like that word friendship, following all those cheesy 'i wanna make friendship with you' messages I get on Orkut.

Oh but I do like Orkut :) because almost 9 years later, it brought him back into my life...sigh :)

But I guess we'd moved on, or atleast I thought I did, since I did not really make an effort to keep in touch with him, send him my number, reply to his scraps. He continued to - God bless his relentless soul! We finally met up at the insistance of a common friend and 2 hours later, I did not want to have anything to do with him. The shy kid I knew grew up to be a dashing, full of attitude hunk, who sped around in his red wheels and played music I loved :( He ignored me for a good part of those 2 hours and letched at the skimpily clad women who were parading around Coffee Day. He even left our friend, his wife and me to pick up the tab and took off after receiving a call from what sounded like a husky ****h on heat to me! Maybe it was just that emotion called jealousy playing tricks on me, because Dang! he was hot!

Things cooled off a bit since I'd gotten busy with work and he was travelling. I was in a relationship that was pretty much over since one, he took off to the Himalayas (maybe I'm the one who sent him packing with my incoherent nonsense) and two, mom who generally is cool about my male friends put her foot down on this one. Nursing my scrapped independent wounded soul, I sought solace in a job I hated. Then just when I thought I was going to die single (ok I am exaggerating, there were atleast 4 men vying for my attention at the same time - not exaggerating this time), fate smiled at me :)

That common friend had his birthday bash (a month and a half later), in coffee day again this time and well my new found ex friend and I were in a world of our own all through this social gathering, we even brought our first gift for our friend and wrote our names on the tag together. The gift btw was a bone for this friend whom we fondly call bulldog - if you were to solely go by his looks. Mean us!

That day on, him and I were inseperable, it was as if that piece of birthday message paper was us signing our fates together forever...We'd go out every day in the morning and in the evenings and after a while if that wasn't enough, we started bunking work to be with each other.

Around the same time, mum had begun groom hunting for me. Her entire clan was working overtime to get me married. Heaps of proposals poured in, since my mother for most part of it and the women in her family were known for their beauty, good nature, homeliness and cooking skills. Well I managed to inherit bits and pieces of these qualities, but the family name drew proposals like moth to a flame. It was fun going through the wedding resumes (God! how I laughed at that one) only did not realize hubby to be wasn't enjoying that one bit. Mum and dad finally decided on a typical Mallu boy settled in the Middle East, doing very well for himself. My horoscope was scanned so that I could send it across to him.

I remember that day when mum and I set out to send an email to the boy in question. Hubby to be called me and asked if I wanted to ride with him on his bullet. I jumped at the offer but did not tell mum. He came over right as we were stepping out and told mum that he would take me and she shouldn't take the trouble of walking down to the browsing centre. With a suspicious look she sent us packing with atleast five promises extorted from me to send the scanned file.

The dutiful daughter that I am, I had him stop in front of the nearest browsing centre so I could do the deed. He just followed me in and before I could request what I'd gone there for, he twirled me around and asked me whether I really wanted to send it. I thought for a bit and then pulled him out along with my torn self.

I wasn't sure about what to make of this, but let it go, since I felt he might be supporting the 'I wanna work and be independent' rebellious soldier inside my small and harmless looking frame.

Should continue this later, need to get my lazy butt working, since IPL begins in less than 45 minutes.

A Brand New DaY!!!!

mmmm :) Monday's are probably my favourite day of week

The taste of yummy chicken curry lingers on... I love my Ma!

More seriously...

I just came back from my mother's place to find my MIL resting in the lazy boy chair. She looked out of her elements and I was quite worried. On enquiring with my FIL I found out that her heart was beating real fast from around 4.00 pm. She was dizzy, feeling tingly in the fingers, feet and nose and very tired. Together, we tried our best to make things better for her, with instruction from a relative who is a doctor in Mallaya. It took her a while to settle down, but it did help - the stimulated relaxation of the nerves on the left side of the face just below the ear, moving towards the heart.
Things deteriorated an hour later though. Our neighbour heard of her situation and came rushing down with a number. She then proceeded to call a man who claims to solve problems and diseases/illness, if you can call him and that with half a glass of water in your hand.

I just stood back and witnessed the drama, why play Satan!

Update: She's better now... we had a yummy dinner, I made super thin chappatis, a yumm mango shake for her and now she's gone to sleep. I hope things get better with time. She's a nice MIL.

The weekend is here!!!

Friday is here and well :)

Hubby dearest is on his way right now with his friends on a trip to Masinagudi. I've this room all to myself, a laptop all to myself, Shantaram all to myself and yeah peace of mind! I will miss him alright, but I won't miss the weekend fights that happen on a alarmingly regular basis.

Work was good today, quite boring in terms of client replies, so a colleague and I just chatted and orkuted the day away. Make no mistake, I did work, but not enough to cover the entire day's quota. What is it with Fridays and goofing off? We'd an amazing team lunch, punctuated with some silly attempts at humor by my manager. We stood around contemplating a bridal shower and two baby showers for next weekend, but unfortunately not all the girls will be there. Nothing came out of it eventually and around 2.00 pm we dragged ourselves into the Big B's cabin. He looked pretty darned cute in his glasses. He's the brilliant man-sexy looking-tall-dark-handsome-brain and brawn-ideal married man! Yeah he's married! Gawd I need to stop letching but anyways coming back to reality, this is the same guy who told me I'd sucked at my job these past 6 months and was doing me a favour by giving me a raise! He obviously had eyes and all that for just my manager who is his pet (some of us evil and idle minds think they are having an affair, the way they behave around each other. The others and I just exchanged know all glances and nodded in appropriate places :) nothing much else we can do.

There was something mixed in the tea this evening, K, me and the guys we are pally with in the operations team were on group chat, kicking some mean ass all over the place. I can't match someone talking but if it's on paper or skype I can really whip some mean kick ass stuff. We kept our rebuttals going until 6.30, when being the good daughter-in-law that I am needed to head home. The gang wanted to go out for old times sake, pour our hearts out over some beer, but I had to go. 6.30 in my MIL's book is late! I reached home at 8.00. Not a word out of her....why you ask? Because last weekend, I wasn't allowed to go on a 3 day team outing, while her son gets to go. I was obviously seething with anger and hubby knew it as did she. It is so unfair! just because her family doesn't have working and independent girls, I am supposed to follow all they do! I am planning on going on that Leh trip my office gang is planning. Different story its about 40k per person for just 7 days. Hopefully it will materialize. Office trips have always been fun, I miss going on them :(

Happy note to self: You are going to mom's house tomorrow, you will see your wedding pictures finally, you will feel like a princess courtesy mom and you will well just relax, enjoy and really, really feel at home :)