This & That !!!

Jan 12, 2014

Recharge Your Hair...Recharge Your Life

This is an Entry for the Sunsilk Contest on Indiblogger

Few months back,i was totally bored with nothing exciting happening in my life. I decided to add few colors to my life. I pondered what to do, how to do... And i finally decided,i will actually add some colors practically if not to my life, to my hair....
I went to my parlor and asked the lady to get my hair colored. I had always imagined my hair to be burgundy in color. Unfortunately i ended up forgetting the shade that i wanted to apply on my hair.(yeah ! yeah blame it on my growing age)

The lady kept guessing, is it blond that you want? I am like.. eww no! A person with a wheatish complexion like me would end up looking like an African bird.. Then she said , what about copper color? And i was like.. emmm.. ok!! Lets try copper...We set out on the expedition of adding colors to my hair and indirectly adding to my life. She kept working on it and finally the time came in when she revealed her experiment on my hair with utmost pride.

I looked at the mirror and shrieked. My hair looked like this

#dont i look like an Australian Imported Rare Breed Bird ? :(:(

.. It not only took away colors from my life, but also from my face.. My face had turned pale. I was not happy with the color et all.. And there was no chance that the color would fade away soon.

I resembled an imported bird with different shades of copper all on my hair. I did not know what to do and i cursed myself to go by the stupid plan.

I somehow wanted to get rid of this newly imported feathers and somehow tried to hide it. On the first day of the office, people were like,"Hello, whats this?" and i tied up my hair in a bun to save myself the embarrassment. I also became the butt of jokes of so many of my friend circles. I decided to get rid of the color by applying the not-so-timely-recalled burgundy color. Home experiments followed suit one after the another. My mom who arrived from Delhi a few weeks later wept and weaned and kept cursing me,"Guptaji will never accept a bahu (daughter-in-law)like this. God! what have i done to see this day"

Lots of melodrama, lots of stress and lots of chemical based color spoilt the texture of my hair. My hair became lifeless. It became dull and drab .The very reason i want to recharge my hair is though i look like an imported costly bird these days, i at least want to look that i belong to a good breed :P I want my hair to regain the shine , luster and beauty back . Only this will add zeal to my life and recharge me too. I wouldn't have to hide my hair in buns, ponytails and under shawls. I can be a free bird...emm gal.. and My hair will start breathing too.

And that is when my friend suggested me Sunsilk. In her words," Oye birdy, One stop solution to all your hair problems.. Sunsilk!!!Ever touched silk, that would be the texture of your hair once drops of sunsilk fall on your hair. From the seasonal bird to the gal with the beautiful hair, the transition will happen in no time..

And Thanks to Sunsilk ! It did Recharge me Forever!! The results are for you to see....

Doesn't My hair look much better and recharged now??

#My friend who suggested Sunsilk

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Love - One Of A kind

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

She was dressed as a bride and was waiting for him .
He came in to the room & made love to her.
She felt like a woman for the very first time.
He satisfied his carnal desires .
Getting up & Dressing again as a bride she waited......

Jan 8, 2014

Random Thoughts

I do crib a lot in life. A lot about my looks, a lot about my hair, my face etc etc… And I think most of us do thanks to beauty obsessed world; the fair skinned obsessed world that we belong to… Yesterday,some thing happened, reality struck. It made me wonder whether this obsession over looking good, the fad diets, the size zero figure and living life with a lot of restrictions made sense.

I met someone last night. I have known him since childhood. He was always hale and hearty and had no such habits like drinking, smoking. He was neither obese nor malnourished. But yesterday he looked like a bag of bones. Skin hung loose on his petite frame. He looked sick and lost. Someone told me he had been battling liver cancer. He couldn’t drink, eat or sleep. He was holding on to his life. Something in me changed the night I saw him on his deathbed.

I wondered whether cribbing about looking good actually did matter. I wondered whether restricting ourselves from eating, drinking and any other stuff actually mattered. I have seen people following ridiculous diets, abstaining oneself from the simple joys of life. I am not promoting eating junk food or anything over here. But going all bonkers over eating a chocolate mousse isn’t worth it. I wouldn’t say go and hog chocolate mousse every day But then it’s fine if you decide to skip your diet for a last day and indulge in a sinful chocolate mousse, you never know it could be your last one. Do things you feel like doing at the moment. Live in the moment! Live as if this could be your last.

If you missed a day at gym, hit the gym harder the next day .But don’t waste a single day cribbing over what is lost. I have friends, who crib over the color of their skin, apply face creams, go nuts over preserving their complexion. Taking care of your skin is fine, but looking like a live mummy all 365 days is sick. Let your skin breathe someday; let your skin be exposed to sunlight one day!

We make dietary restrictions, we put us through so many regimes and routines just to live longer , look good and be healthy. It’s a good practice but ensure you don’t take the life out of you! I have friends who never eat out because they think it’s unhealthy. I would say indulge in the simple pleasures of life like an occasional drink, an occasional indulgence in the new chicken Burger that’s recently launched, try street food, have the puchkas or the gol gappas on a rainy day, have the ice golas someday….You never know when you would be in a situation, where in you want to have all these, but sadly you cant !

Simply live life to the fullest!

Dec 24, 2013

Being Engaged!!

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I recently got engaged; two months back! Though it was a love turned arranged marriage , I must say it felt all arranged. I still belong to an old school of thoughts and at times, it makes me wonder, really was I in love for 6 years with the same guy?
Just like it happens with an arranged marriage, the guy's family drops in to meet the gal's family. rather see the gal, the same stuff happened with me. I was nervous, like any other gal would.I wondered why i was nervous.. i had known this guy for so long... then why the anxiety.. May be because i wanted things to go right ... Thousands of thoughts crossed my mind, and finally i was down with fever . Two crocins down , i somehow looked presentable on the day which was supposed to be the most important day of my life. More important than any other day rather. Dressed in a saree( Again the old school of thought worked here) I waited impatiently for my groom and the family. And I must say the wait was endless. Finally they came in.
I was always against the arrange marriage stuff because i am an all time confused bimbo who is highly indecisive who can't decide petty things for herself, forget choosing the life partner in some twenty minutes or what!!! Ok now you would wonder how I zeroed on in my fiancee....surprisingly right from the day i met him, nothing felt wrong, there was no two opinions or rather there wasn't any second thought. There was something right about the decision. Everything felt right about him, about us!!And an other reason for not liking the arrange marriage stuff, was carrying the tray of tea and delicacies to the innumerable prospective grooms where you have to be shy, and all eyes are glued on you.I hated that!! What was I , a show doll? And so arrange marriages were strictly NO!!!
But carrying a tray for my future in laws felt right. Suddenly i felt shy too... Seriously shy and Me!! I wondered!! But doing this felt as a responsibility i must shoulder all my life which i felt was right! When you feel things are right, there is no way they can go wrong. The meeting of the families went well . And so we are engaged!! yay!! we are engaged !! :D :D
I always used to ask people , whether there was any difference between staying engaged and being in a relationship. And people would say Nah!! we feel the same. But i do feel a lot of difference ... The transition of a boyfriend to a fiancee changes a lot of stuff in your life. I am not sure whether you all would agree with this. But yes, i believe a responsibility comes up along with the ring. And its a sweet one...It's very essential to understand that the way you carry yourself, the way you behave will not only affect your family but your future family too.. Its not just one family that you have to care about now! but its two families !! And also you can't call your fiancee an idiot or a dumbo in front of the so called "relatives" though you are thick friends till date. Yes but calling him an idiot in private...more than welcome :P
There are more people to care for, who care for you and lovely moments to look forward to.
This is the moment where you get to understand your partner from a different point of view, where you get to know his family, where you know what your future parents in law are going to be. At the same time, this is the moment where they would also understand you as a person. I would advice not to fake it, and try to be the best bahu of Sas bahu sagas.. it doesn't work that way. If you are stupid, be it.. let them accept the way you are... because trying to be intelligent for years to come is going to be a difficult task. The period between the engagement and marriage is also the time, when you try to accept his parents as yours. I would call it as one of the most sensitive period of a person's life , something that should be handled with care.
Handy tip : Spending more time with your in laws and knowing to get them better is something that should be done during this pre marriage period.

And apart from all this, calling your boyfriend a fiancee gives a different sense of happiness.

If you are of the marriageable age and haven't fallen in love yet, don't keep searching for one.. it could come on your way during the many walk-ins with the tray of tea and delicacies. And trust me..once you get engaged, you are going to love the time before the marriage and after the engagement....

Nov 24, 2013

My Winning Speech

This would be My Winning Speech on being rewarded the BlogAdda Blog Award!

""The prize for the best blog in the personal category goes to Chitra Nair. ""

As i hear my name being announced my heart skips a beat and i walk with my head high with pride and joy. As i reach the stage, I have been offered the mike to speak a few words and i remind them I write well and not speak well :)

But then as there is always a first time for everything, I take on the mike and clear my throat to find myself at a loss of words.

After few heavy breaths, I start talking

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I am glad Blog Adda chose me for this award and am extremely thankful to the entire team who thought i had it in me to make it to this list.

I have loved writing right from the age of 5. I would scribble down stories and ask my mom to read it.My parents would be my critic then. As i grew, I couldn't find time to sit and write .My sister suggested me to start a blog.The entire idea of starting a blog fascinated me and i started with a bang. One or two posts later, i lost interest and i dumped the idea totally.

This & That was born as a result of a random comment made by my friend Abhi who thought i should shut my mouth and instead put all the garbage that i keep talking onto a paper so that he is not the only one who has to suffer. That comment had a serious impact and i started penning down my thoughts. My blog is just about my thoughts and it is something that lets me pour my heart out. With hundred regular readers to my credit, this two year old baby of mine has given me numerous reasons to be proud of.

I would want to thank my critics, my close friend Sujit, my other friends who have been regular readers,my sister Priya( who is my editor),my fiancee who has been extremely supportive,my mother in law who is proud of me no matter what i write,my colleagues who think i write well.

And my parents, i can't thank them enough; they made me who i am .Ya , one thing that i need to thank them enough is for paying the electricity bills, while i endlessly blogged all night at times.My dad has been my inspiration. And my mom, my encouragement, my backbone!

Am i getting too sentimental here ? hhehe!!

For all those who couldn't make it to the list ,guys dont be disappointed, i would want to quote this ( my favourite lines):

Sitaron Se Aage Jahaan Aur Bhi Hain,
Abhi Blogging Ke Imtihan Aur Bhi Hain
{
Beyond the stars are even more worlds
There are still even more tests of blogging
}

Tu Shaaheen Hai, Parvaaz Hai Kaam Tera
Tere Saamne Aasmaan Aur Bhi Hain

{You are a falcon, your task is to fly
Before you there are other skies as well to cover
}

With tears in my eyes, i kiss my trophy and walk down only to be hugged by my mom - the same way she did when i earned hundred bucks for my story writing competition .

Nov 17, 2013

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Nov 12, 2013

Love Forever!

This post is an entry for Platinum Day of Love Contest on Indiblogger

When you are in love, everyday is like a platinum day of love. There are ups and downs in every relationship but there are moments captured in each of them which form memories and get framed in the sands of time.
I am a die hard romantic and i see love in the simplest of the stuff that my partner does for me. Everyone does silly stuff when they are young, everyone tries to woo you when you are hot , sexy and young.
For me my platinum day of love would be when :
- I grow old, i no longer have a figure to flaunt and my partner still finds me beautiful.
- I grow old and he finds my body beautiful even with those stretchmarks and post pregnancy marks.
- I grow old and still we would have that one weekend coffee date. the typical filter coffee that i would make for him or the one he would make for me.
- We would see our grandchildren growing up and he reading stories to them and me.
- He would worry about me not taking my medicines .
- He would worry about me returning home late .
- He would occasionally bring flowers for me from the local flower market.
- He would bring me "one saree" that would have such awful designs but would insist on me wearing it.
-When I would pose in for a photograph with him and still find him handsome like always.

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-When we would fight and not talk for days,and he would make attempts to break the ice.
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- When he would cook me my favourite meal once in a while.
- Our long walks together discussing our life and our moments spent together.
- when I am fast asleep after a hard day’s work and he puts a warm blanket on me

- When I cook terribly and he says “It’s yummy”

- when he would kiss me goodnight, and i would pray to wake up every morning next to him.

All these are some rare moments ; are rare and unique like the platinum.
For me love is eternal just like "platinum" the metal which stands for love and purity. For me love is all about growing old with my partner. Its all about living for the one special person ,accepting them with their imperfections and making it a perfect platinum life full of such wonderful platinum moments.

i believe Love is like a bottle of wine which just gets better and better as we age and if your's is such a love that has grown lovelier over the years,mark this milestone by getting your partner platinum love bands which would be an epitome of your everlasting love.