Scared? Me? No!

Look at that!

That blatant Truth staring at me... unwilling to waver it's gaze.

I am scared. Am I?

Probably not. But its just a scary thought of this Truth coming closer to me. I can't help it though. It will eventually reach up to me with those glaring Red eyes which I dread. Damn it! Where is that pile of sand which i want to bury my head into? Or that time machine which can either take me back or forward 2 1/2 months right now (does that time period ring a bell anyone?) . I don't want to face what is coming my way.

It's curiosity mixed with anticipation. Its this parallel duality of what i romanticize and... well and the truth of the present circumstances. I don't mind either to be frank. But like all those who know me well enough can guess...I cant stand not knowing or not being able to help 'it'.

So what should i do?

The Plan Of Action (POA) as of now is to just deal with it. Distract myself till this feeling dies. (distraction=sand box??? no maybe just fight back n get lost in world of the books )

Stop staring you horrid beast with bloodshot eyes[just in case you don't know what it is, It is my step1 exam eeeeeeeehhhhhh ]. You might not realize it but the effect of your appearance is freaky. Go away. Or maybe attack me from behind. I am good with handling surprise attacks. But this? Not happening!

*secretly meditates*:)



Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Happy Diwali !!!!!!!!!!!!

No! I’m not going to publish a long, boring post about the origin of Diwali, the significance of the festival of lights, the meaning of Dhanteras, the bhai dooj ritual or the clichéd explanation of the triumph of good over evil…

I wanna keep it simple!

So dear dear readers…wishing you all a rocking and fun filled-safe-eco friendly Diwali and a prosperous New Year!

To hell with calories, to hell with recession…I’m going to have the time of my life!

Cheers!


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

No Scream Waxing Please!!!!!!!!

Painless Waxing Please!
Painless Waxing Please!

Wouldn't life be so much easier if us women had naturally hairless legs? Or perhaps if it was socially acceptable for us to have hairy legs?

Sigh...

I know for a fact that hairy women and fuzzy armpits gross men out! Okay chuck men out of it, I believe every lady should maintain that basic level of hygiene and sanitation for herself at least!

Like any other woman, I get my timely waxing done and I generally don’t crib about the PAIN associated with it. But what happened today is something that’ll be etched in my memory forever.

I have a rather sensitive skin so for me it’s double the pain, double the agony! This b**** waxing me was inhuman, insensitive, ruthless, merciless, heartless, callous, cruel, cold, brutal and all the other synonymous thrown up by Merriam-Webster.

She was amateurish and she sucked at her work. She was bitching about her mother-in-law, whining about her toothache, hair-loss & weight, she cribbed about the soaring prices, she even spoke at length about her birthmark and how much her husband loved it, and she even bitched about the other females working there. I wanted to SCREAM…will you please shut the F*** up! Why don’t you channelize all that unproductive energy to the task at hand!

I was seething with rage and her constant bullshitting and apathy only added to my trauma. I swallowed my anger and I politely asked her to tone down her pace. She was way too harsh and violent. I requested her to be a little more considerate and compassionate, but it seems my request fell on deaf ears.

I was so pissed that I had to escalate the matter and bring it to her boss’s notice. The kind lady looked into the matter and gave her an earful. Okay I’m feeling guilty about it; I hope her job is not at stake. But WTF, I almost died and such things should be reported so that others don’t have to put up with pain and trauma.

I swear I’m still wincing in pain!

Regular waxing, Brazilian waxing, this waxing, that waxing…it all HURTS like mad! Why do we women have to go through so much pain I wonder! Be it waxing, threading, pmsing and even those Herculean 9 months of pregnancy. I shudder at the thought of coping with labor pain. Only at such times, I feel envious of my brother!

Even THREADING (eyebrows) calls for a trained practitioner. Tears roll down my face every time I get it done!

It takes nerves of steel to be a woman. To get a wax done, to get threading done!

As someone rightly said: NO PAIN, NO GAIN! We women have to pay such a HUGE price to look pretty!

P-S: Kindly refrain from suggesting shaving, plucking, electrolysis, laser, hair-removal creams and other options! Thank you!

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

WHY WHY WHY???

Note: This post will not be easy to read. Lots of rambling and complaining and whining involved.

I’m not the kind of person who gets pissed off easily. Who am I kidding? I am that kind of person. Brash. Irrational. But this time, my patience has been tested for more than i can handle . In other words, my patience has finally ditched me. Why do bad things keep happening ? It was one whole month of peace and quiet and suddenly, downpour. Why did this happen ? I have begun to have a murderous intent…..And the picture in my head right now, believe me guys, it’s not very pretty….and the ideas in my head, partly coz I’ve spend my day playing Hitman, aren’t pleasant either….Is it so difficult for some people to just get real ? Or do they get the idea only when they are made to back off? Is the cliché ‘Old habits die hard’ true? I know I’m sounding like a schizophrenic now. But seriously, I could murder right now…..or at least, break a nose, for sure. The one emotion which my aura would be radiating right now is –IRRITATION. I feel like screaming into a pillow. Are there some people put into this world just to make you feel wretched?



Sigh.






P.S. I know its not cool to complain. But I'm feeling a bit better already.


THIS POST IS NOT SEALED AND KISSED BY NANDINI !

Are You Clumsy Too..?

Sigh. I hate being so clumsy. Although I provide a funny incident and am a part of interesting stories in silent moments, I am not actually proud of it. In college, I have to bang my leg somewhere or trip over something. My lab coat always gets stuck at door handles resulting in broken buttons or torn pockets. And at least once a week I spend time sewing buttons on to it again. I knock over coffee cups. I forget that my cell phone is kept on my lap and I stand up. I get shampoo in my eyes every time I take a hair bath. I spill something or the other on myself whenever I wear white. I have even banged my head on to a clean window! I have banged my shoulder onto door frames many times. The worst part about everything is that I laugh aloud when something silly happens to me. Not because I find it funny, but I try to hide my embarrassment when I do that. I have hit my head while getting out of the car and slammed the car door on to my fingers. I trip while walking almost every day. I have kind of desensitized my parents to loud bangs and crashes. When someone asks me how I got a bruise or a scratch, my answer is “I don’t know!” I can be elegant and graceful when it comes to writing, coz whenever I make a horrible mistake, there is always a backspace button waiting patiently for me. But in real life, I feel so ham-fisted and clumsy. I guess writing chose me instead of the other way!


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

No one strokes my hair like Mum !!

When I’m low, I just need to bury my head in mum’s lap. That’s heaven on earth for me. Everything else pales into comparison. I love the soothing feel of her hands; I love the warmth in her voice. I love the way she kisses me, I love the way she hugs me, I love the way she calls me embarrassing nick names and I love the way she frantically calls me when I’m late. I also enjoy her occasional nagging and lecturing.

Mum’s the world: My life revolves around her; even if we don’t communicate regularly, even if we are at loggerheads, even if we choose to disagree on some issues. The fact is I CAN’T LIVE WIHTOUT HER.

My mum loves me unconditionally. I’ve been a bitch at times, I’ve misbehaved, and she- she has loved me the same. She continues to love me regardless of any changes in my behavior. This is such a motherly trait.

God! I feel awful, I feel guilty about those times.

Only mums are capable of loving unconditionally. Isn’t it?

No one can ever love me like my mum. I’m convinced. No one can stroke my hair like she does.

My mum invariably feels I’ve not eaten enough. (even if I’ve eaten like a pig). She doesn’t get bored of telling me I’ve lost weight, I’ve become anemic and that I’m not eating enough. (This is preposterous considering the way I’ve been hogging of late. And I’m far from anemic). Mothers will be mothers!

There are times when I’m convinced I’m looking my worst and she’ll still (confidently) tell me I’m looking stunning. Man! Mothers are sooo cute!

I really look up to my mother- for the way she has brought me up, for the values she has instilled in me, for the innumerable sacrifices she has made, for the way she has conducted herself, for the way she has handled the family.

I love the way mom pampers me and puts me to sleep when I’m not feeling my best . I love the way she cooks; I love the way she feeds me with her own hands.:)

I somehow feel very scared of losing my mother. I have this gnawing fear. I don’t know why and I HATE this feeling. :(

Sealed with kiss by Nandini !

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me.....

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, And I’m Not There To See,
If The Sun Should Rise And Find Your Eyes, All Filled With Tears For Me,

I Wish So Much You Wouldn’t Cry, The Way You Did Today,
While Thinking Of The Many Things We Didn’t Get To Say.

I Know How Much You Love Me, As Much As I Love You,
And Each Time That You Think Of Me, I Know You’ll Miss Me Too.

But When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, Please Try To Understand,
That An Angel Came And Called My Name And Took Me By The Hand.

And Said My Place Was Ready In Heaven Far Above,
And That I’d Have To Leave Behind, All Those Things I Dearly Love.

But As I Turned To Walk Away, A Tear Fell From My Eye,
For All My Life, I’d Always Thought, I Didn’t Want To Die.

I Had So Much To Live For, So Much Yet To Do,
It Seemed Almost Impossible, That I Was Leaving You.

I Thought Of All The Yesterdays, The Good Ones And The Bad,
I Thought Of All The Love We Shared, And All The Fun We Had.

If I Could Relive Yesterday, Just Even For A While,
I’d Say Goodbye And Kiss You, And Maybe See You Smile.

But Then I Fully Realized, That Could Never Be,
For Emptiness And Memories, Would Take The Place Of Me.

And When I Thought Of Worldly Things, I Might Miss Come Tomorrow,
I Thought Of You, And When I Did, My Heart Was Filled With Sorrow.

But When I'll WalkThrough Heaven’s Gates, I'll Feel So Much At Home.
When God'll Look Down And Smile At Me, From His Great Golden Throne.

He'll say, “This Is Eternity, And All I’ve Promised You.
Today Your Life On Earth Is Past, And Here It Starts Anew”.

“I Promise No Tomorrow, But Today Will Always Last,
And Since Each Day’s The Same Day, There’s No Longing For The Past”.

“But You Have Been So Faithful, So Trusting And So True,
Though There Were Times You Did Some Things, You Know You Shouldn’t Do”.

“But You Have Been Forgiven, And Now At Last You’re Free,
So Won’t You Take My Hand Now And Share My Life With Me”.

So When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, Don’t Think We’re Far Apart,
For Every Time You Think Of Me, I’m Right Here In Your Heart


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini!