Letter To My Best Buddy -Sneha Parihar :)

My only GF of four years , my engineering batch mate of four years,my half sister..this is Sneha for you!!!!

I still remember the first day i met her 6 years back, a little gal with a tomboyish look and dressup.We spoke for few minutes and we knew somewhere deep inside that we are going to rock the rest of the days in our engineering college.I would like to thank all those who left us ;because without you guys going away this wouldn't have been  possible. Our journey has been through ups and downs a hundred times but then it has managed to be rock steady again .Sneha was always the smartest and me always the boldest.It was a rare combination. We met , we dreamt, we made it through the dull days of job search and studying together,the years of gossip(me being her only source of NEWS),our talk about guys, our different tastes, our likes and dislikes were as different as chalk and cheese,our crushes , the bucket of tears we shed for those stupid crushes :D,we fell in love at the same time.one made it and one couldn't ,singing during those boring lectures and being literally thrown out,going to bandra church and spending time at bandstand to overcome the worst tensions of our life,going to siddhi vinayak and buttering up god after every single semester,the birla mandir visits,years of being together for each other,being a shoulder to weep for one another ,being there even without asking for it..whoa!!! those were one of the best days of my life..

Today as you leave for  Germany all i can say is I am going to miss you every single second.our times that we spent together,our night outs,our favourite gola wala ,our last project together and the fights we had for it..am going to crave for all those moments to come back again. 6 months of time isnt a  big deal for people who hear...and i have been trying to console myself with the same too but then i wonder whom i would rush to when i need to vent out all my frustration ,vent out all my anger.. This 6 months is going to be real long for me and i am going to wait for you to come back .I am waiting for the day you call me up and say "Chitra am coming back".

I am really proud of the fact that you have made it...you were always the smartest among both of us..I am so happy you are going to make your parents proud..I could see that in their eyes today.I felt relieved when i left your place because i know nothing can go wrong now.This is your first step towards success and no one can stop you.I have never been this excited about someone going abroad . Am so happy for you because  your dreams are going to be true.Jo ladki Mixer ka ek button nai dabana janti wo aaj se khud khana banayegi :D (remember your mum telling me this ??)

Sneha all i can is we are going to stay the same way as we are now.Nothing would change ,am going to be still the same.And am going to miss u like hell.Its going to be really difficult for me and am going to sulk for sure.This is one friendship am so much in love with .

Sneha,you were never that social, i wish you become one after being there.And yes you must flaunt what you have got..That sexy black dress looked WOW on you!!!! Have a blast,party like hell ,enjoy your stay in Germany like nething..this time is never going to come back,make the most of it and have a helluva fun time.....

Love u loads!!!Take Care!!!And leave the rest to me ;):)

Germany Watch out !!!!Sneha is cominnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg!!!!!

I am not Twenty Four - Blog Adda Book Review

Book Review: I Am Not 24

This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at  Blog Adda.com .

Description: This is the story about a Mba graduate Saumya  and the men in her life Shubro,Mallapa and Amit. This story focuses on the rollercoaster ride that her life sets into once she completes her Mba degree and joins Lala Steel. Frustrated on being recruited to work in a place called as Toranagallu and forced to leave her high profile life in Delhi ,she finds solace in Mallapa and then a hippie Shubro whom  she finds on the way to Hampi. You start thinking that it is going to be a usual love triangle but then it doesn’t go the way you expect. Mallapa meets with an untimely death even before he could profess his love for Saumya, where as shubro is a hippie who professes his love for Saumya but then he is some one who believes in the Move-On Theory and leaves Saumya mid way leaving her clueless about his whereabouts ..The story begins with the protagonist going to  find her hippie “BF” as the author has quoted. So whether Saumya finds her hippie bf or not is something that you guys have to read and find out.

Review: The first thing that I loved about the book is the book cover. As it is said the book is not judged by the cover,I actually judged the book by the cover. I found the book cover suave, Stylish which describes  Saumya at her best. But then the story was disappointing and not up to my expectations.The character of Saumya is well etched out in the book. She is properly described as the Delhi gal who is all interested in fashion and style. Her Friend Amit is another one character that I felt is properly written because people like Amit are easy to find in every educational institution and everyone can relate one of your classmates with him. Shubro is another character well etched out whom you can imagine in front of your eyes as you read the story .He is someone who believes living life to the fullest with booze,women and weed around him. He is someone who follows the Move on Theory and believes in moving out of places at the end of 30 days So kudos for bringing these characters to life.

I seriously couldn’t relate the name of the book and the story. There is only one line mentioning am not 24 in the entire book and I seriously couldn’t get the concept of love as per age. Love is love after all .Its blind at whatever age u fall in one.

The story is dragged in between when there are several incidents of accidents at the blast furnace and the steel plants where I seriously had to flip pages. One or two incidents as a filler would have been bearable but then it becomes gross as we go flipping the pages. The part where Shubro leaves Saumya midway keeping his blog site open in her laptop was something really filmy. I mean it’s like you want the girl or you don’t want her. Why would you play the hide and seek stuff!!! I seriously found that part hard to accept and digest. There could have been a better reasonable end to the story.

And calling a hippie your BF who left you midway for you to find him all on your own is something I again found stupid. The grammar mistakes and the spelling mistakes should have been avoided.

Now the questions is should you buy this book ? It would be better if you borrow the book because it wasn’t a pleasant experience reading this.

My Rating : 2/5. This rating is for the book cover +character Saumya +Shubro

Two hours Free? You Kiding Me Right?!!!

  This article is an official entry for the Surf Excel Matic #GetSmart Contest on indiblogger.

Mumbaikars live a life full of hustle and bustle.everyone seems to be in a hurry.Everyone seems to be going somewhere pushing ,shoving and elbowing the others.No time to wait ,no time to think .Everyone seems to be moving on. We live a fast paced life which at times become monotonous(at times?? Rather all the time) . Everyone has got the same complaint “Arey yar time hi nai milta”( which means I just don’t get time). As far as I am concerned, I am the one who always mouths this dialogue frequently almost everywhere. Life at the moment is all about going to the work place and spending 9 hours there and then pushing thousand others (not literally!) to reach home daily!Phew!!Everyone is in need of time. The value of time is realized only when we end up losing the time in hand. To add more meaning to what I want to express , I think these lines would be the best

To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person   who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

------------Source  : (Internet )

So when there is such a crunch of time in our daily life and when someone(read Surf Excel Matic ) suddenly tells you ,”dudette I do all your work for two hours.go make the most of it while I do the laundry for you” what would be your reaction? Yeah!! Exactly I would scream on top of my voice .Wow!! the thought of being free for two hours is divine. And such things never happen daily.You don’t get such free time as per your wish daily. So when Surf Excel Matic  gave me this choice virtually, I was actually lost in my thoughts as to what I would do. But now I know what I would do with it because I actually realize the value of time.So without wasting much of my time let me take you too with me in the best 2 hours of my life.

The first Precious 30 min : I have always believed that a child lives the life to the fullest.And I thought why not be a child again.!! Who’s would stop me!! This is your time ,your two hours ! I would hop to the nearby shop and buy me a coloring book and a  box of poster colors.wow !!! It would be almost after 5 months that I would be again trying my hand at painting. But then it was like ,it had to be perfect. Today there would be no one who was going to  grade me ,no marking nothing.I would dip my hand in to the poster colors and do whatever I can with my finger tips.And I have always been a clumsy kid ,so am damn sure I would end up soiling my clothes. But then “daag ache hai “as my dear friend (surf excel) has said I would care a damn about anything.Because when Surf Excel Matic has taken up the responsibility of cleaning up my clothes,I  should indeed be careless.I would bring out my imaginations on to the paper and bring life to it. I  would end up adding colors atleast virtually to everything that’s colorless. everything that I feel is lifeless.Wow!! it would be like me holding a magic brush and then just coloring up my monotonous boring time constrained life.

The next 30 min:

I have this cute nephew of mine who is all naughty.  He has this big garden in his building and the best part is there is a huge sprinkler in the garden. Whenever we catch up ,I become  a kid with him and we go and drench ourselves in the sprinkler and then the mud fight is something that we both love. I mean being a kid all over again is the best way to destress ourselves. And I  actually need to destress myself.I would love to be a kid with him, use his tactics, play his games and be all dirty and soiled and be  a kid once again.Aise daag acche hote hai  because they make your life meaningful. They add sweet memories to your life. The soiled clothes are a reminder of your own childhood.

The last one hour :  I would love to quote the famous lines of W.H Davies

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

And we actually live this life full of care. We miss out on the most important things in life in the chase for power, money and recognition. I don’t remember the last time when I took out some time to see the sun rising, the sun setting , the beauty of the rains, the magical rainbow, the beauty of the stars, the  mysterious night etc. I think we miss out on most of the beautiful things in life.And yes we lead a poor life as W.H Davies has wonderfully quoted in his poem Leisure.I would love to take a stroll on beach in the evening and witness the giant sun melting in the waters of the sea.

 I would love to be mesmerized by the bright orange color that would spread across the sky. Walking with a loved one on the beach is something I am craving for. And ending the day with the yummiest Paw Bhaji, Pani puri and Kulfi ice-cream sold in the local stall is something that one cannot miss out if u r on a  Mumbai beach. And yes buying those colorful balloons and letting them go away high in the sky is something I have loved right from my childhood days. The balloons as they go up makes us really happy for no particular reason and this fact remind me that in life certain things when let go add more happiness In life.                               

 

These are the small joys in life which  I guess everyone deserves. I would love to share a message to all via this post i.e stop at times in the long run for power money and fame and analyze what you have lost in this long run. Spending time with family, reading out books to your kids, licking a lollypop at times, playing with your kids, eating a cream biscuit as kids do(I know we all still love eating it like that ),getting drenched in the rain ,jumping into puddles of water and splashing water, saying “I love you “ to your mom, dad, loved ones,that special coffee for your wife/hubby,cooking up dinner for you partner  etc is something in which one must invest time in for. Whats life without these small precious moments!!

Locks And Mane

 This article is the prize winning entry of Dove Indiblogger Contest.

Thanks dove for giving me an opportunity to put in the woes of my hair in front of the world.((what did u guys think..am thanking you for the envious hamper …NAH!!!!)

Having lustrous beautiful hair is a matter of pride among gals,and obviously among men too(who likes to be bald??anyways!!) People have always strived hard to keep their hair beautiful. People have always loved their hair and their hair has loved them in turn too I believe.But then I never had an interest ever to keep it maintained. I never cared whether it was long, short,knotty etc etc…I didn't understand what “bad hair days” meant.  Every day meant the same for me,knotty!!.

I would love to give in details of the journey of my hair which have stood thick and thin all these 24years with me :)

Those pretty curls: I had the best curls ever when I was a child.please have a dekko at the pic below .smooth and cute and curly to the core. I looked cute too then :P. But I dunno what my parents were upto  ;they chopped off those curly locks(which would have made a style statement as of now just like kangana ranaut’s).Sigh!!! Never mind!!   

Those curly wurly kangana ranaut hairstyle ..phew :(

                                

 

After the bald look , which every child has to keep willingly or unwillingly in India as a part of rituals, I could see new shoots popping up.It never mattered to me then as to what was popping on top of my head.But the curls were gone and came the wavy hair.

Those pesky lice:

As a kid,my hair was adorned with those tiny creatures called lice like most of my peers then .Ohhh those days of itching and scratching scalp is something everyone can connect to.Every Sunday it would be a ritual to get up early in the morning and sit next to my mom who would take up the cleaning process.Mom would pour bottles of Medicare- the only shampoo for lice that was available then, and comb out those pesky creatures.

Those Long plaits:

I had long hairs till my hip. My mum loved long hairs on her daughters and yeah she was in 

charge of the maintenance too.Our long hairs were the subject of pride for my
mom atleast.When I was in my school I never knew of any other hairstyles other than 
those plaits.My hair used to be damn Oily all thanks to my mom who had this notion 
and still have,oiling hair regularly would help in the growth of hair.She thinks her
daughters had the best hair though we don’t agree to it. My classmates would call 
me “tel-cut” in hindi(tel= oil in hindi) which meant oil slick .Rest is left to your 
wildest imaginations as to how my hair would look in  those days.

That  unexpected cut:

I was in standard 6 th I believe when we were appearing for our craft exams and I had this naughtiest boy sitting behind me for exam.We were always at logger heads and  he showed up his creativity and chopped off half my plait as a part of his creativity during craft exams.i was so dumb I dint realize.its only when I reached home  that my mom figured it out..We as kids were never allowed to even talk about haircut and this was almost like a sin.What followed this simple innocent creativity by the kid was helluva fights and complaints to the school authorities.

College Days ;

Finally mustered the courage to chop my hair short and I went for the first Deep U cut .Wow!!! that was liberating,I promised to myself I would now take care of my hair.Deep within I knew these were false promises .But then what is wrong in making one.Studies ate up most of my time forget self care.I used to look like that typical geek,with those solid thick glasses and oily hair. Yeah not to forget I used to pamper them with shampoos once in a while and at times use Rasnadi podi   an ayurvedic powder for hair massage.

Many haircuts followed after that, step cut, step with layer,etc etc.  It was highly liberating for me. The haircuts meant freedom from the bonds of traditional customs.

Experimenting with color:  One Sunday afternoon when there was nothing to be done, I and my sis thought of experimenting with haircolor.And I was the guinea pig. After cutting the sachets and following the directions I finally let her apply the brown color on my hair . and Voila!!! It was superb!!!!

Hair color application was followed by regular oil massages and conditioning.And yes my hair did look wonderful.This was something that happened years ago and yeah the fairy tale ended soon.

Current Scenario:

  Till the last month my hair looked like a body scrubber. Rough, lacked luster and dull. The best part of my hair then, was that it always the resembled the out of bed look or rather the unkempt look that was in or rather the rage of the month. They were dull all thanks to the pollution that I was exposed to during my daily travel to the office.And I being extremely careless let my hair be the way it was. Last week I checked in into my parlor and asked her to cut my hair  the way she wanted .I just had one condition that the length shouldn't decrease and it should look DECENT. The lady put her hand in my hair and found her hands stuck in a maze of knots and I could see in the mirror she was disgusted to the core.But then she tried to be extremely polite and said your hair needs special care. I said ,”OK go ahead , you have half an hour of time do whatever you want to with that time”. Then what she did was a magic.My hair regained all the lustre,shine and I was sitting there amazed. She asked me the list of things that I used for hair which I cant reveal here (DUH!!!because I am writing for dove ). And then she prescribed me Dove Serum and Dove Hair Mask. She said  the application of these products were mandatory for hair like me. And I did hop into buy them and have been using it for a while.My hair has regained its lost lustre and beauty. I felt like kissing my hair.That is when I realized when u use the proper stuff that your hair loves,its going to love you back for pampering it.!!It was wonderful!!!

Here is the proof :)

I Love this Change....

And so when u dropped the envious gift hamper(Thank you so much)!!! home,my joy knew no bounds.I went crazy!! Yay!! Yippee!!! 

Thanks for caring and making me what I deserve to be,to look and to feel.Love u Dove!!!