EmGi's Empire

Honey, We're Outa Gas!

2009-07-09T16:18:00.004+05:30

Our cooking gas got over a couple of days back. Now if you’re a young couple living in a useless city where one piddly gas connection requires a mini-marathon equivalent exercise of:

running to agency -- Running to District Court for Affidavit --Running to Photo Studio for passport size photos -- running to agency -- Running to Photocopy shop to get THEIR documents photocopied -- Running back to agency -- One month for the cylinder to arrive, you realize that life isn’t easy.

So, its been over three days, and we’re still waiting for the agency to send a substitute cylinder.

Not to bad , considering the maid gets her evenings off and I get total time out from the kitchen. But all the eating out, or perhaps the glee of eating out has resulted in a bout of upset stomach in the household.

I haven’t told my mom yet.

Do you want to listen to a half-hour lecture on why not to eat out? Me neither!

I haven’t told my sister too.

Do you want mom to find out from the wise sister that you’ve been eating out a lot? Me neither.

I haven’t even told my dad.

Do you want an even bigger lecture on why not to eat out and why to cook yourself? Me neither.

I think I’l tell my nephew. He’s at the age where anything I tell him makes him admire me more. Unlike parents.

And why is it that you crave for things when you’re so not allowed to have them?

*Goes away trying hard not to think of Chocolate sundaes and kulfi faloodas and cheese pizzas and kebabs and malai koftas.*

Egg-sacerbating Times!

2009-07-08T13:58:00.002+05:30

Monday evening, TS and I realized that the eggs were over.

Now eggs are an important part of our diet. So I trotted to the grocer's downstairs while the husband waited for the AC repariman (that...makes a rather abusive post, someday)

"Do we need anything apart from eggs? And Bread."

"Hmm, get some butter. "

"Ok. Ciao"

Enter grocer-store.

Bread: Check

Butter: Check

"Hey…we’re out of cooking oil too. The maid uses oil like it’s an energy drink! Good I remembered. "

Oil : Check.

I saunter back home and then it strikes,

Shit, I forgot the eggs.

"No problem, lets go to Supermart. We can have some egg rolls at Nizam’s and buy some from Needs."

"Okie. I’l carry the Sodexhos."

Drive, Curse at Cabbies, curse at lack of parking, squeeze car into tiny space between two cars.

Egg rolls: Yum.Check

"Oh, I needed Contact Lens Solution. Good I remembered"

Lens Solution: Check.

Enter Needs.

"Pick up a basket, no."

"But why? We’re here to buy only eggs."

"We might like something "

"Hmm. "

Maggi : Check

HappyDent : Check

Frozen Salami: Check

Rose Wine: Check

Garnier Under Eye Gel: Check

Khadi Strawberry soap: Check

Pretty-shaped biscuits: Check

Nutritious namkeen (!): Check

Mach 3 razor: Check

Bill for1500/- : Check

Trudge to the car, heave the bags home where two adults smack their forehead in unison.

Shit, we forgot the eggs!

Every Morning

2009-06-29T13:40:00.002+05:30

Every morning in Africa a gazelle wakes up and knows that it will have to outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed.

And, every morning in Africa a lion wakes up and knows that it will have to outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.

Author Unknown

And every morning in Gurgaon an employee wakes up and knows that he will have to outrun his colleagues to work or he won’t get a place to park his vehicle!

Most people at my workplace travel 30-40 kms to reach office, commuting more than 5 hours everyday. I pity them. When people ask me why..I tell them that on good days I take 7 minutes to reach office and 15 on bad. That’s 2 songs on a good day and 4 songs and some ads on a bad .

Cheeky , eh?

And then on rare occasions, like today, when the signals go kaput or the roads are being repaired, it takes me 25 minutes. That’s 6 songs on Matchless Music Hour.

And that’s when I start praying. Oh Whoever-is-responsible-for-the-sun-the-moon-and-traffic-jams, please save a parking slot for me today.
Please.

Till date my prayers have been answered. This means that despite the 6 songs, I have been outrunning the slowest colleague to work.

So, in Gurgaon, it doesn't matter if you live near or far from office. When that sun comes up, you had better be driving.

Except my husband, ofcourse. He has a different strategy:
Make friends with everyone in the locality who goes towards his office. Then get up late, and start calling people to find out who can give him a lift.

In Gurgaon, if you are like TS, you don't get bothered by the sun :D

Did You Know

2009-06-24T13:47:00.004+05:30

Twenty-six is:

The number of letters in the English alphabet, if capital letters are not distinguished from lowercase letters.
The number of miles in a marathon rounded down (26 miles and 385 yards).
Often the number of episodes in a television program each year; this allows one new show per week for half the year, and one rerun per week for the rest of the year.
The age at which males can no longer be drafted in the United States
The atomic number of iron
The number of spacetime dimensions in bosonic string theory.

(Source: Wikipedia.org)

And 26 is also how old I turn today.
What a coincidence.

Yes, the party began last night. The Coronas and Cake will be low in stock in Gurgaon shops today, but available in plenty at my place. Do join in.
Hic Hic Hurrah.

photo from www.indiachocolatedelivery.com

Copyright 2008 by Meira

I Have Been Dishonored

2009-06-22T14:39:00.004+05:30

I've never been so mortified .

Since the day of the marriage. I have been stared at, lewdly and jealously. Despite showing every possible signs of being wedded, there is no end to the lustful stares that I have been getting for the last two months or so. All my attempts at covering up with dupattas or stoles have been in vain. I have caught people bending and craning their necks to get better views. Men, staring and guiltily looking away when they feel livid, fiery eyes glaring at them. Even females, glowering with hatred and yet a longing for what holds the attention of so many.

As if I'm an object that can be lusted after.
As if just because I'm delicate I can be victimized.
As if I have no feelings.

I will not take this horrid horrid treatment anymore. I will..I will..oh I simply don't know what to do. Please help me.

Oh, silly me! I forgot to mention that this is not Meira posting. This is a guest post by me, Meira's Wedding Chain. My name is Mangalsutra.

Sob! You stared too .
Sigh!
"

PS: Sorry for the not-so-good picture. Had to take it with the phone. The camera needs to be repaired. Which reminds me...TS...

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Those Pesky Days

2009-06-18T18:28:00.004+05:30

When I was in Kindergarten, a piddly tyke of 2-3, I would look at my sister and her friends in high school with envy. High School seemed like heaven, and I would worship the sister and co. with an ardor only a hankering child can muster.

Once I had cruised through junior and middle school to finally reach high school, I came to the realization that though I had reached the age where other piddly kids looked up to me, I had not yet reached my heaven. I had chosen another idol to worship.

The college teen.
This time college seemed like paradise. And I hoped and prayed to be transported into their world. No uniforms, no attendance, no notebooks being checked daily, no carrying mom's idlis for lunch everyday. Sigh. College was so cool.

Yet again, by the time I had chugged through school to enter graduation, the paradise had moved. College was fun, yes. But just look at all those people who are working. No cooking up excuses to pester dad for yet another increase in the monthly allowances, no 2nd class train journeys on 'student budgets'.
Yes. that was IT. To earn was the best gift to mankind, finalized the mind during yet another drowsy lecture.

And now, as the 'earning stage' has also been sampled, the fickle mind longs for the Kindergarten days . The days of detached happiness, when the only stress was to learn the 26 alphabets, while trying to learn what 26 meant .

Tagged by PS to write about the 'good old days'. She says they're good only because they're over...even though they bring back happy memories. She's smart. Me? My fickle mind can't even decide which of the old days were really good.

Sigh!
Does a fickle mind bug you too? Tell me , G, Iya , Suresh, Revs and others too.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

The Doting Wife

2009-06-09T14:05:00.001+05:30

5 : is the number of clocks/watches in our bedroom and one is the number of clocks TS chooses to follow...the one ...the only one that runs 10 minutes late.
So does He! Everyday.

Not anymore.
4 clocks now run 15 minutes fast and his favourite runs 10 minutes fast. The wife will do anything to ensure the lazy husband gets out of bed in time!

Copyright 2008 by Meira

It's amazing when strangers become friends, but its sad when friends become strangers.

2009-06-08T11:33:00.003+05:30

I got this as one of those daily dose of forwards that make one's day at work bearable. Reading this, I was reminded of all those strangers who are now good friends and all those 'friends' whom I hardly understand anymore.

Strangers-who're-now-friends include people from blog-land, some whom I've never met but who know whats happening in my world.Then there are people at work. People who've worked with me for less than a year, but are now qualifying for the speed-dial entries. Cousins whom I meet once every 5 years , but who are now regular midnight-chat pals.

Friends-who're-now-strangers:It makes me feel sad to think of them.

Like the friends from school/ college who are so absorbed in their lives that they don't have time to take calls/ reply to mails. How? Why?

Like those friends who think 'trust' grows on apple trees. Lush and available, all year long. To be peeled and eaten, and thrown away at will. There was this friend of mine, who borrowed a reasonable amount of money nearly a year back. I had been reminding her about it every once in a while, and was always told that it would be re payed 'as soon as the quarterly bonus was credited."
Quarters went by without me getting any penny. I suggested she repay the money in installments, for which she readily agreed. When my wedding neared, I realized that I would need every penny I owned and more, to finance at least sobme of the events. By this time I had started giving her almost daily reminders, when she assured me that the cheque had been deposited. Another week of no money and another round of calls later I was told that the cheque had bounced. She swore that she'd return the money positively before my marriage. When I didn't get it right till the day before the wedding, I wrote a slightly distasteful message asking her why she was behaving so strange. And that I had now lost hope of ever seeing that money. I had just about come to terms with the loss of this huge amount, when she asked me why I was 'putting our friendship at stake', again promising to return it before the wedding. Well, a couple of months have gone by, I haven't heard from either the friend or the money.

I am confused. On one hand I trusted her. I understood and accepted her delays for over a year, only because I thought she had problems. What hurt me most were the lies and the deceit. I could have taken a frank," I'm hard up now. I can't return it till next year". But a " I'm not in town' and "The money has been transferred" again and again bugs me. Once a friend, now a stranger. Sad.

She's taught me never to lend money to anyone who's not a blood relation, unless I'm ready to consider it charity.

30 Nosey Fun Questions Tag

2009-06-04T15:43:00.004+05:30

PS of JustAMotherOftwo found yet another fun thing to do. I had thought I'd take it up as a tag, but as usual, ended up late. Monika and Chandni have already answered the 30 nosey fun questions.

Here go mine:

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

Aargh! Sleep Deprived!Again.

2. How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?

546 and (500 hidden away for a rainy day)

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

Bore (As in bore-dom at work, which is why I finish 2 tags in a day :))

4. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

Brad Pitt.

Umm...ok. An ex colleague, P...who had asked me to collect his Form 16

5. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

House M.D (Adapted from teardrop by Massive Attack)

6. What are you wearing right now?

A lovely embroidered chudidar kurti . At work, you see :)

7. Do you label yourself?

Recently. was labeling the spice-jars in the kitchen. Absently stuck one on my hand. It read 'Chat Powder' !!

8. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own?

Bata

9.Bright or Dark Room?

Both.

10. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?

PS is a bundle of creativity and fun.

11. What does your watch look like?

A Fastrack one Er...I left it at mom's place. That reminds me...TS, my birthday's nearing.

12. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Finishing 'The Witch Of Portobello' by Paulo Coelho and polishing off Kwality Walls Vienetta.

13. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

"Presenting the virtual action service from TS. You have been hugged"

Yes, we do things like that :)

14. What's a word that you say a lot?

"Pata nahi"

15. Who told you he/she loved you last?(please exclude spouse , family, children)

N, an ex colleague and friend

16. Last furry thing you touched?

A tiny stuffed toy- the toblerone gift set one.

17. Favourite age you have been so far?

25, so far. :D

18. What was the last thing you said to someone?

Will do - to boss, who advanced yet another deadline

19.The last song you listened to?

Another day in paradise - Phil Collins.

20. Where did you live in 1987?

Lajpat Nagar, Delhi.

21. Are you jealous of anyone?

Envy yes, jealousy no. Ok. A wee bit. Jealous of all those who like cooking. gah to you all. :D

22. Is anyone jealous of you?

Oh, lots of people.

23. Name three things that you have on you at all times?

The engagement ring, the bangles and the mangalsutra- yes. the in laws are visiting!

24. What’s your favourite town/city?

Delhi.

25. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

During graduation ..2004:(

26. Can you change the oil on a car?

No.

27. Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?

That he's moved back to his home town.

28. Does anything hurt on your body right now?

The neck and the back. Damn chairs at work!

29.What is your current desktop picture?
Calvin n Hobbes " Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don;t know any swear words"

30. Have you been burnt by love?
Umm, No.

I tag anyone who wants to take it. Or anyone who's not done it yet. It's fun.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

The 15 Book Tag

2009-06-04T14:30:00.002+05:30

Tagged by G:

The rules go like these:
"Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Tag up to 15 friends, including me because I'm interested in seeing what books my friends choose."

1. Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchet - TS's gift to me in the hope that i'd show some of his love for Pratchett. I will, soon.
2. God's Debris by Scott Adams. Spectacular
3. The Zahir- Paulo Coelho. His best, me thinks
4. Persuasion-Jane Austen Captain Wentworth oooo
5.Phantom :The ghost who walks ooooooo
6.Contact : Carl Sagan One of my first successful attemts at Sci Fi
7.Matarese Countdown :Robert Ludlum His death, I mourned
8.Enid Blyon - Famous Five, Secret Seven and Malory Towers :D
9.Icon: Frederick Forsyth and others by the same author
10. The Second Lady: Irwing Wright Awesomely frustrating ending
11. Man in The Iron Mask. I cried. I was a teen. I'd still cry, I think!
12.Sherlock Holmes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Anyday
13.Agony And The Ecstasy-Irving Stone
14.Arabian Nights Sir Richard Burton :D
15.Journey to The Centre of The Earth Jules Verne The movie was superb too, but...

Anyone who hasn't yet done this tag..take it up. Now.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Maybe Men ARE From Mars!

2009-06-01T17:09:00.002+05:30

I don’t understand men.

The same man who’l snub Koutons and say he can afford ‘better stuff’ like Tommy Hilfiger and Prada

will

also fill 100 bucks of fuel in an empty car tank before a weekend outing.

“ I thought we’d go to Delhi and get it filled there…it’s cheaper there”, so he reasons.

Attires and Adverts

2009-05-27T12:34:00.003+05:30

There is a call center in my office complex. The employees remind me why parents raise eyebrows when you introduce your BPO friends.
Some of them dress most horribly!

What I presume is the Latest Technique in Dressing.

Get up in the morning.
Blindfold
Open wardrobe.
Pick whatever comes into the hand
Voila! A Nobody-can-make-out-what-I'm-wearing look

They have a Transexual too. Now I have nothing against his/her gender preferences, but I really wish he/she would make it clear who he/she is trying to be. Pink hearts on the skirt one day and a John Players trousers the other makes it very confusing for us to determine who he/she is.

Anyways. Ahem

We also have an advertising agency nearby. The ad guys also dress using the Latest Technique, but since all clothes in their wardrobe are either wacky or creative, they end up looking like just like their ads - Out of This World!

That reminds me...have you seen the Amul "Bahut ho gaya oye. Ab Macho." Ad? I think it starts out so well, and loses right after the temple scene. What do you say?

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Friday Afternoon Phonecalls

2009-05-22T15:38:00.002+05:30

Any random Friday afternoon before April 2009.
Not even any remarkable weather

Phone rings.

TS: Hi baby, when are you getting free this evening?
Me: The usual. 6:30pm. What plans?
TS: Lets go out for a beer. I'l pick you up by 6:40 max.
Me: Cool. Ciao *Beaming*

Today, a rare wonderful Friday afternoon

Phone rings

TS: Hi baby, when are you getting free this evening?
Me: The usual. 6:30pm. What plans? * perking up*
TS: Can you leave early today?
Me: * Happy happy * Sure. Where do we go today?
TS: You go home . The refrigerator repairman will arrive at around 7. You manage, I'l get late.
Me: Huh?
TS: Chal bye. Got to go.Ciao.
Me:

Copyright 2008 by Meira

When The Conscience Feels Good, All Other Parts Hurt!

2009-05-22T10:36:00.003+05:30

Attention ye fellow bloggers, lurkers and others,

This is to bring to your attention that the owner of this blog is being hurled into curfew zone for a month.

All our stock of beer, wine, eggs and the likes are being stashed away (read: consumed with a fervor) .

You are hereby informed that the MG-TS household will not entertain any requests for the above mentioned goodies nor will allow any of the said items to come in the vicinity of the house, until mentioned otherwise.

Readers are requested to kindly pay heed.

PS: All invitations for outings which include any or all of the above mentioned goodies will be entertained with gratitude.

Yes, the in laws are coming for a visit.

Hurrah! I Survived The First Month!

2009-05-21T11:11:00.002+05:30

Its been fun. The entire marriage saga. And we're all back to work now, trying to settle down in a semblance of sanity ! Here are some of my observations after the status changed from 'committed' to 'married' (Haven't you been following me on orkut?)

Shopping for curtains is as dis-heartening as the jokes make us believe. Before marriage, the curtains or lack of them never bothered either of us . Old bedsheets or two-pence rags sufficed, as long as they kept the sun at bay. Now, buying curtains has made it to top 5 urgent-purchases list. (The other four include a bed, a dining table, a fridge and an AC. Yes, you guessed right. The in-laws are coming to stay for a month.)
I am heartless, at least when asked to cook. Not even the husband giving his best pleading looks can send me to the kitchen. Waise I counted...he's made me food more than I have. The score so far is somewhere close to xx:0 (xx being in double digits already!)
No matter how early or late you chose to marry, you are designated "auntyji" . By children and adults.
The computer at work missed me the most while I was away. It was the only one who broke down!
The beau of 5 years changes in the one month of marriage. Oh he still doesn't remember my birthday or my favorite dish, but now he calls me up daily, and asks me to pick him up from work. If you ask me, he's not gained a wife...he's got a Coffee maker, chauffeur, cleaner and Personal Organizer rolled into one.
The husband has more clothes than I do. (how is this possible? Has he been buying stuff behind my back all these years? Goodness! The things you discover about spouses after marriage ! ) !Not acceptable. need to rectify ASAP. The clothes anomaly, that is.

Oh that reminds me. One of the best wedding gifts we I got was an anonymous gift voucher worth Rs. 15,000/- from Wills Lifestyle . Thank you, Anonymous Benefactor. You'l be glad to know I'm using the entire amount to rectify the clothes anomaly.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

To,

2009-05-20T11:32:00.002+05:30

The lady who 'complimented' me on my lovely 'belly'.

I like you too...But the 'belly' is usually known by other names...

Sandals, shoes, footwear are some.

'Belly' is a confusing term.

Best wishes,
Meira

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Surprises are fun

2009-05-18T10:10:00.003+05:30

It was my dad's birthday on 5th May. And I, like a dutiful daughter, logged on to Ferns and Petals the previous day and ordered cake and flowers to be delivered to him, feeling all smug and good. Till elder sister called.

" We need to plan something for dad's 60th birthday tomorrow."

Oh I have. I already sent him a ....wha?? But its his 61st. 60th was last year.

"No, he turns 60, as in he completes 60 yrs and starts on 61..
We would have celebrated it last year, you moron. (No, she didn't actually say this. She is more sophisticated than I am.)

Think of something.

Er er...birthday...food...party...that's it. A surprise party.

Its too late to organize one.

Thats ok (the smug feeling crawling back in) we'l give him a surprise. You convince him and mom to take you all out for dinner. TS and I'l pretend we won't be able to attend the party and will surprise him by being there. Lets go to Yellow Chilli. Howzzat?

Hmm, sounds good. So you arrange the restaurant booking and I'l buy some gift. (Born leader, that one!)

Umm...what should I buy?

Lets see...he has all the gadgets he can use, a new phone, a watch, too many clothes from the wedding, books....wine...how about some vintage wine?

Yeah? And Mom will break the bottle over our heads! You tell me the good shops around here, and I'l go hunt for something. And yeah, get a cake tomorrow as well.

Goody. Will do. See you :)

Next day, TS and I wished dad and pretended to be too busy at work to be able to drive an hour and a half to reach their place. His tone was a tad dejected, while we giggled in glee. the smart sister kept everybody out of the loop, to make it a surprise for all.

Over hundreds of messages and dozens of calls were exchanged, between me and elder sister to arrange things, between me and TS to ensure he got out of office in time, before TS, his brother and I finally started for Yellow Chili. Beating a weekday traffic was chaotic enough, and we had to stop for the cake too. TS welcomed the halt and snatched the closest snacks off the counter, while I glared at him and threatened that I'd kill him if we got late. He was probably praying to all the gods he had heard of, while gobbling the cheese patties before I threw them out, for though we made it late, we were informed that dad and party would arrive even later.

It gave us enough time to compose ourselves (read me), and order starters and lemon juice (government had declared it a dry day! gah!)
Sis miss-called just as they were about to enter and we lit the candles on the cake and shouted a wee 'surprise'. Needless to say dad and the rest of them were very happy to be surprised, while we sisters were pretty pleased with ourselves.

Surprises are fun.
Umm...my birthday's coming up...just so you know. :D
And NO, we did not gift him wine. The idea of being walloped by mom was too ghastly...would have been a waste of good wine!

Copyright 2008 by Meira

The Wedding Saga

2009-05-15T17:16:00.002+05:30

The entire wedding saga was a fun filled event, at least for me. The husband, though, cringes whenever anybody mentions the word "marriage" .
My sympathies are with him. Let me tell you why.

1) The groom-party arrived after a long, tiring train journey and were welcomed by the photographer and videographer, along with others. They did use the photos and video of a bedraggled, harried groom in all albums. The bride was escorted from home, a 2 minutes drive from the venue, in an air conditioned car, minutes before the groom party arrived. She looks fresh and pretty in all videos and albums.

2) Bride and groom-party stayed at the venue for 3 days. The groom spent 4 hours (really) at a Salon getting the tiredness out of his face (He actually wanted to get only a hair cut and a head massage from a roadside barber, but somehow ended up at a men's only salon, getting a facial, hair straightening et al. Ha.) The bride got a henna-professional to 'henna-tattoo' her arms and feet.The bride was complimented on the intricate designs. On getting back, the groom was smeared with turmeric all over.

3) Morning of the marriage: After the half-hour engagement ceremony, the groom is dressed in silk dhoti and angavastram, and is sat in front of the 'havan' for over 4 hours in the hot , April sun. (no wonder he still refers to it as the 'pyre' !) . Then followed what is known as the 'Kaasi Yatra'. (need I mention more?) All the while, the bride is allowed to rest in her room, wherein she promptly goes to sleep again.

4) The groom is forced to fast the entire day, due to some mis-communication between the relatives and the cook. The bride avails of room service, all day long.

5) Wedding: The bride is complimented on her attires (she changed twice for the wedding) , accessories, look, hair, smile etc.
The groom...Now really!what would you say to a guy who's wearing the same, drab white dhoti, has been painted with turmeric, has been made to pour ghee into a havan-kund in the heat, has not eaten well the entire day, is made to click photographs with colleagues and friends in the same drab white dhoti ?

"My sympathies are with you."

See, I told you.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Hiya

2009-05-14T17:30:00.001+05:30

A lot has been happening at my end of the world!

I have been traveling a lot. Been to Bangalore, Chennai, Jharkhand and Manali, apart from the usual Gurgaon-Delhi-UP trudge. Has been awesome mostly, except for a certain 16 hour bus drive from Manali to Delhi, which could have been avoided.Never take a bus in the hills.
Things at work are bad. very. I have decided to make the blog password-protected. Only those who give me 2 references for a job get to read my blog from now on. Ok.Good.
The elder sister (do you even remember the characters of the blog? )So the elder sister has moved. From 2061 km, she's now just 43 km from my place. Nicelies. This means she and others in her family will figure more often in the blog, of course in the 'comic' section.
Even I've shifted to a rather nice place in the city. The traffic is the only unwanted baggage I carried with me.

Oh,I also got married. Last month. Thank you.

How have you all been?

Missing Persons' Report

2009-02-16T21:55:00.002+05:30

Meira! Meira! where have you been?

I've been to Chennai on a long shopping spree.

Meira! Meira! what did you do there?

I drove the family crazy and laid my account bare.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Meddy Kiss Mass

2008-12-19T17:51:00.004+05:30

Its Merry Christmas time and Cold and Cough are here for a visit. They call in regularly, once every 3-4 months, but this time they've decided to stay for a longer while. I was letting them be, thinking they'd go away in anyways, but my colleagues made me realize that they have overstayed their welcome now and must be asked to leave...

So we were standing next to the coffee machine , sharing the weekend plans, when a colleague started gushing about a restaurant I had been to the previous day.
Gossipy colleague: Have you been to this place, XYZ? Awesome food. Pleasant decor.

Sniffy, coughy me:Oh yes
Infact I went there yest too
Though the first time experience was bad.
Achchooooooo
But I liked it yest ...

Only to stop midway

For the colleagues suddenly went from keenly interested to utterly disgusted. Two mumbled something about unfinished work and wandered away, and the others glowered like I had called their family deity names from a porn movie.

I looked around,trying to figure out what went wrong, when one of them sighed, took me my the shoulders and demanded,"I thougth his name was TS?"

Me: Duh?

And then she, sensing my confusion,revealed .
What they had interpreted my Minnie Mouse squeak-for-a-voice as:

I wed Ted Wesdoo
Though d firsht night experience was bad
Achchoooooooooooo
but I liked it yes

Sigh!
I will do du de dogdor dodight.
You hab a good weeken

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Another One Gone

2008-12-16T10:50:00.000+05:30

Another friend sacrificed at the altar of marriage
It dawned on me yesterday that most of my once co-bachelorettes are now living the 'happily ever after' chapters of their lives. Most now have kids old enough to choose their own life partners ( 4 is the new right age, right?)

Coming back to the latest entrant into the not-in-circulation-anymore category, the bride's one of my best friends.

She introduces me to people telling them I'm her only female best friend!
The tom boy that she is, the only time she looked like one of us girls was when she was on the marriage stage (More to do with the irritating videomen who hassled her into smiling and posing every 3 minutes...yes, at one point I DID keep count!)

I seriously believe the entire trousseau was researched and bought by the groom...she was looking absolutely breathtakingly beautiful! However else can a smart yet bohemian look be traded for a more traditional and elegant one!

No, she did not stop talking, not even on the stage with the cameras flashing! Nor during the garland session. She earlier confessed that the beautician had predicted that the make-up would fade away if she continued gabbing.I was with her till the groom took her hand and led her away...and she showed no signs of stopping.I like the fact that some things don't change.

The groom's one of the most sensible and fun loving people I know. I do wonder at times how they ended up together.But if opposites do attract, then they're the best example.Handsome, sane, responsible, and a good sport,he's the polar opposite to her harum-scarum, child like antics.

And at the start off to being man and wife, here's wishing Neha and Kulvinder a lifetime of happiness and cheer, half a dozen babies teasing their patience, and a prosperous home filled with food and drink, and an extra bed or two , to accommodate the bunch of friends who will always hang around .
Cheers to you two.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Hurray Hurray its a Jolly Lovely Day

2008-12-15T10:33:00.000+05:30

When the niece was born, my biggest concern was that she would be brought up far away from me. Her elder brother had spent most of his growing years with us and I choose to believe that his being a brat is a direct consequence of his being brought up in my company. And I was worried that the niece would miss out on being a mischief-maker.And turn into a prim and proper lady(I am already getting news that she is the soft spoken one!)

Well.
Not any more. The elder sister and family are hauling bag and baggage to Delhi FINALLY, which means my sister's got a lot to do...search for a place to stay, move, find a school for the kid, fix transport, arrange her own transfer , along with managing my entire marriage shopping ...while I teach her kids new mischief tricks .
Yayyy
Hurray all the way

Copyright 2008 by Meira

The Butterfly Award Goes to...

2008-12-12T12:30:00.005+05:30

Meiraaaaa.

Another award. Yayy. This time The Beautiful Butterfly by The Unsung Psalm.

And I will award them to others as soon as ~~The Unsung Psalm has treated me to the promised cake~~ possible. Till then, Thanks TUP.
Now, back to work.

Chapter 4: WInding (Him? ) Up

2008-12-12T10:47:00.002+05:30

Manya decided to quiz him about the songs…and she did so on the night he chose to be conveniently drunk. And it was during the diplomatic interrogation that he confessed …on having a hidden blog ( such blog fanatics !!!) and even gave her the link after making her swear to not open it.

Well, what do you think she did…??? Half suspecting what she's find, she assured him she wouldn't check…and she dint
[Yeah...dolt she was]

Until Manisha almost threw her down the terrace for being the world’s biggest dunce! Even then, charming Manya took his permission, by which time he was sober n not too smug. But she went ahead and read the blog. Which confirmed what Manisha had been trying to tell her since the beginning. And thus started, yet another tale of two people, who were brought together by good ol internet.

The rest, they say, is the Future

Copyright 2008 by Meira