Never thought that learning about, Indian Architecture would be full of fun and adventure.
After a month of attending seminars on various religions and their art…..it was time to be certified. So along with dominating Panju and chindi goan I went to St Xavier’s college.
With certificates in hand we decided to go to Jahangir art gallery.
With art in our heads and hands………we went about looking at each painting…..trying to reach the soul….the message-artist was trying to convey. Where even a line looked like a door…..Trying to make a point, that each one of us understood art more than the other….where colour red no more stood for fire but for peace…..Every lil discovery about artist mind set made us proud…..
With hardly any money in hand….……reaching café samovar….we ordered for paneer pakodas and samosa.
Two samosas few pakodas for three mouths ….were of not much help .instead it helped us to know more of each others ideas, places we wanna visit
One of them being Sinhagad fort…..like always we decided to visit the fort on a weekend…the very idea of visiting pune during monsoon felt like heavens…….with excitement in the air…. We left for the station….
On our way back home, we came across Westside showroom, which had in bold letters written Discounts.
We rushed in to the showroom……..only to find that T- shirts for Rs 100 are of much smaller size…..what a waste !!!!!
If only we could be as thin as stick……………
But chindi goan,, came up with another idea…..of buying kohl pencil…..eyes look more attractive u seeeeee….she suggested green pencil for us….but we decided on blue….we left for home …..with a promise to each other of visiting Sinhagad fort
Monday, came work, and r busy schedule, we could not visit the fort….
I wonder what kept us busy. Was it the preparation for the August gathering, or was it guys…..or was it searching for books in the library….and then searching for poojo, so that she could search the book for us….wonder!!!!!!
Its monsoon again…..all 4 of us….r busy….again….!!!!! .
Will we ever go to Sinhagad …….keeping r ‘busy schedule’ aside…..
All I know is that if these 4 girls meet they can create wonders…….
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Testing time!!!!!
When my 3 year old nephew called out to me …..Saying tea is awful …. felt like slapping him then ….had put all my efforts…to prepare good tea.
That day I decided, will never try my hands on tea again.
Few days into marriage……Sam asked me to prepare tea…to prepare black tea.
Testing time had come….though I had impressed him with my cooking skills by preparing corn masala …. bhindi and French toast…
I knew after tasting tea he would no more appreciate my cooking skills….
I could not avoid it…nor did I want to avoid it ….but neither did I want to spoil his evening.
Standing in the kitchen….I didn’t know what to do….my hands and feet went cold….
Tea and to top it all black!!!!!!
I gathered courage and prepared BLACK tea….
Nan is it coffee?????
I felt like, hiding somewhere …his next reaction was all the more bad….
Why? Why? Did I experiment …all I had to tell him was I do not know how to prepare tea…?
I sweared for the second time….that no more tea…..
But I had to break that promise again ….
Entered with the tea in my hand….he reacted…but this time with a smile…
Smile said it all…….i am more confident now…
Finally I have overcome the fear of preparing tea….
That day I decided, will never try my hands on tea again.
Few days into marriage……Sam asked me to prepare tea…to prepare black tea.
Testing time had come….though I had impressed him with my cooking skills by preparing corn masala …. bhindi and French toast…
I knew after tasting tea he would no more appreciate my cooking skills….
I could not avoid it…nor did I want to avoid it ….but neither did I want to spoil his evening.
Standing in the kitchen….I didn’t know what to do….my hands and feet went cold….
Tea and to top it all black!!!!!!
I gathered courage and prepared BLACK tea….
Nan is it coffee?????
I felt like, hiding somewhere …his next reaction was all the more bad….
Why? Why? Did I experiment …all I had to tell him was I do not know how to prepare tea…?
I sweared for the second time….that no more tea…..
But I had to break that promise again ….
Entered with the tea in my hand….he reacted…but this time with a smile…
Smile said it all…….i am more confident now…
Finally I have overcome the fear of preparing tea….
Long yesterday...not Today
Kutch Kutch Hota Hai had just released …..kajol in her new avatar, looked smart.
Tired with the length of my hair. I wanted to experiment.
Devils workshop started its work….I tried many tricks, so that mom readily agrees with my idea to experiment.
Trick number 1: Complain of head ache…..result …landed up with spectacles.
Trick number 2: Late to school….result….wake up time ….5 30 am
Trick number 3: someone stuck chewing gum to my hair( he he he …that someone was myself) …..result……….Lots of oil applied to my hair…and mom patiently removed the gum .
One trick after the other…all failed….but lil nan didn’t loose hope….
One fine day….
Destination: beauty parlor
Purpose: experiment with the long locks
Mission accomplished: got a new look…..short hair like Kajol….
I was all happy with my experiment…and the new look….came evening – my pressure rose.
What on Earth is wrong with you Nanu – Dad asked
You shouldn’t have done it Sony – Mom said
Im grown up – I replied.
That was the end……I was grounded….not because of my new look…..but because of my arrogance….my attitude.
Ha!!!!
Hair was long yesterday…not anymore!!!!!!
Tired with the length of my hair. I wanted to experiment.
Devils workshop started its work….I tried many tricks, so that mom readily agrees with my idea to experiment.
Trick number 1: Complain of head ache…..result …landed up with spectacles.
Trick number 2: Late to school….result….wake up time ….5 30 am
Trick number 3: someone stuck chewing gum to my hair( he he he …that someone was myself) …..result……….Lots of oil applied to my hair…and mom patiently removed the gum .
One trick after the other…all failed….but lil nan didn’t loose hope….
One fine day….
Destination: beauty parlor
Purpose: experiment with the long locks
Mission accomplished: got a new look…..short hair like Kajol….
I was all happy with my experiment…and the new look….came evening – my pressure rose.
What on Earth is wrong with you Nanu – Dad asked
You shouldn’t have done it Sony – Mom said
Im grown up – I replied.
That was the end……I was grounded….not because of my new look…..but because of my arrogance….my attitude.
Ha!!!!
Hair was long yesterday…not anymore!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
EUMONAPOO
EUMONAPOO = FUN
Those were days…giigling and laughing in the corridors …. Lecture complex, canteen and library…
Mumbai University Campus ( Kalina) was fun. Spent 2 years of my life there.
It was in the second year that we 4 girls got together and had a blast….from'August Gatherings' to presentations…gossip…to last minute taking photo copy of notes we did it all.
Attended all possible certificate courses and ended up shouting Daniel o Daniel….
Made plans for almost all weekends…and Mondays blamed eachother, for backing out…
Books time were fun…. Calculations of *** size ….to.......................................................
hunt for books…like crazy…only to realize its been hidden by some nut from our class…
It was fun….being together…
Today all have gone their ways…
Eugenia ..aka …Ms Chindi Goan is a sexy teacher
MoonMoon…. aka…Ms Dominating Panju is doing her research work…. and very soon will be seen for an 'August Gathering'
Pooja …aka ..Ms Confused Bong is writing a book…( we have promised her, of buying ten copies of her book, only if she mentions our name in the acknowledgement list. )
And I Mean Moody Mallu….is working….
Miss those moments of laughter….Miss our togetherness ................
Hail EUMONAPOO.....
Those were days…giigling and laughing in the corridors …. Lecture complex, canteen and library…
Mumbai University Campus ( Kalina) was fun. Spent 2 years of my life there.
It was in the second year that we 4 girls got together and had a blast….from'August Gatherings' to presentations…gossip…to last minute taking photo copy of notes we did it all.
Attended all possible certificate courses and ended up shouting Daniel o Daniel….
Made plans for almost all weekends…and Mondays blamed eachother, for backing out…
Books time were fun…. Calculations of *** size ….to.......................................................
hunt for books…like crazy…only to realize its been hidden by some nut from our class…
It was fun….being together…
Today all have gone their ways…
Eugenia ..aka …Ms Chindi Goan is a sexy teacher
MoonMoon…. aka…Ms Dominating Panju is doing her research work…. and very soon will be seen for an 'August Gathering'
Pooja …aka ..Ms Confused Bong is writing a book…( we have promised her, of buying ten copies of her book, only if she mentions our name in the acknowledgement list. )
And I Mean Moody Mallu….is working….
Miss those moments of laughter….Miss our togetherness ................
Hail EUMONAPOO.....
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Forbidden Guy
For months I discussed about youth conventions with my friend.
In 2001 we attended our first youth convention.
Being the experienced one she gave me few suggestions. One among them- "dare not strike a conversation with *** " Reason- She had a fight with him. Attitude was - Your enemy > my enemy.
We left for Delhi.
(Train) this guy with whom i was forbidden to talk to, was sitting next to me. With thoughts jumping al round in my head, i didn't know how to react.
Should I?
I don't know...how...by evening, we were playing games together, giggling and laughing on the silliest of jokes.
4 Days at Delhi convention, was fun.
It made me realise my abilities as a leader, as an orator.
On our way back home, out of 80. The one i wanted to talk to, to be with, play and laugh with was the forbidden guy.
His eyes, respect for individuals ideas was tempting enough.
All I wanted was to know him more, and we ended up talking during the entire journey.
We wished each other good luck in life...and promised to keep in touch.
As always promises were not kept.
For days we didnt speak to eachother... I did not take the initiative...(Attitude... u see)
One day..................................................................................................................................................
................................ he called and we had a long conversation ...from then on there has been no stop to it.
My friend does not see an enemy in him anymore -but a friend .
Each day i run back home...to be with this forbidden guy( Sam- my hubby) ...to love him endlessly
In 2001 we attended our first youth convention.
Being the experienced one she gave me few suggestions. One among them- "dare not strike a conversation with *** " Reason- She had a fight with him. Attitude was - Your enemy > my enemy.
We left for Delhi.
(Train) this guy with whom i was forbidden to talk to, was sitting next to me. With thoughts jumping al round in my head, i didn't know how to react.
Should I?
I don't know...how...by evening, we were playing games together, giggling and laughing on the silliest of jokes.
4 Days at Delhi convention, was fun.
It made me realise my abilities as a leader, as an orator.
On our way back home, out of 80. The one i wanted to talk to, to be with, play and laugh with was the forbidden guy.
His eyes, respect for individuals ideas was tempting enough.
All I wanted was to know him more, and we ended up talking during the entire journey.
We wished each other good luck in life...and promised to keep in touch.
As always promises were not kept.
For days we didnt speak to eachother... I did not take the initiative...(Attitude... u see)
One day..................................................................................................................................................
................................ he called and we had a long conversation ...from then on there has been no stop to it.
My friend does not see an enemy in him anymore -but a friend .
Each day i run back home...to be with this forbidden guy( Sam- my hubby) ...to love him endlessly
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