Average irregular lovers

This post is written for BLOGESHWAR and Anubhooti

Afternote- I won!! Yayy! :D

 

They were an ordinary couple. The type who never stood out at any gathering. They didn’t profess their love for each other in an outlandish manner. Mir never bought flowers for her and Heena never lit those fancy scented candles in the house. They kept each other happy with living up to the little that was expected of them. He replenished the basic household requirements; she cooked the meals and helped supervise their cafe.

Running a cafe had always been her dream. The sound of mindless chatter, the jingle of laughter, the echo of expressions that meant different things at each pitch...she often looked at those people and wondered what her voice may have been like. Maybe it would have been the confident orator like; or a little shrill....maybe childish.....and would soon lose herself in a reverie of pleasant dispersed thoughts until someone came round at the counter only to catch her bright 100 watt smile.

A pretty package covers up the product’s inner flaws. Smiling was Heena’s idea of taking the onlookers attention away from her inability to talk....short lived as it may be. The world however had tried to convince her that she was different. Her mother had said she was talented. Mir had told she was special. The one trait however that everyone agreed unfailingly upon was that her eyes could talk.
Could they?

As she and Mir were on their way to the cafe, Heena’s gaze stopped at a dress in the display case of an uptown designer store. Beautiful was an understatement given the task to describe it. Made of white satin and a tinge of lilac that melted with the white, it looked stunning in the display. What only helped was the sunlight that got all the pearls in it to glow ever so much to make it look fitting for an angelic attire. She was spellbound. Suddenly she had the craving to touch the soft gleaming fabric....

And she heard Mir’s voice behind her. ‘Like it?’
Broken from her thoughts, she fiercely nodded a ‘NO’.
He smiled, held her hand and they walked on. The dress stayed on her mind.

That afternoon as Mir left the cafe on his way to the electricity office, he asked the customary, ‘Want me to get something, on the way back?’
She smiled and nodded to mean no.
‘Okie Dokie! How about the dress then’, he said, winked at her and left before she could react.

Really? Would he?
All day long, her thoughts were caught in the same loop.
He doesn't believe in this gift giving ritual.
He may not find the time.
Maybe he was kidding.
Maybe it’s too expensive.
He may not know if it fits me.
But it did look my size.
Would it be in a silver gift wrapped box?
She warned herself not to get carried away.
But her vow didn’t last.
She imagined herself frolicking with the dress in front of the mirror.

As he returned in the evening, she greeted him with expectant eyes and the prettiest smile ever. He smiled back, patted her head and moved towards the kitchen.
There was no package.
No gift.
No surprise.
No dress.
Why hadn’t her eyes spoken? Why didn’t they tell him she wanted it? Why had they failed her? She tried to be extra chirpy and pushed away the thought with her signature smile but it wouldn’t come. Her smile too had deserted her.

An hour later, as she returned from rolling down the blinds, a package sat at the counter table.
Confused, she opened it and there shone back in its finest beauty a white dress. HER white dress.
Attached to it was a card that read, ‘I told you my dear, your eyes speak....Love, Mir’
Her heart danced. She smiled. Her natural lopsided, warm smile.
With zero effort.

Half an hour ago,
As he walked back into the cafe, he scanned to see the strength of the customers and bubbling at the counter was his wife, barely able to contain her excitement, poised with a childish lithe. She seemed different. Cheerful. Expectant. He entered the kitchen and looked back at her to examine the reason for this happiness , but what met him was a sad, dejected face. The sudden change in so little time surprised him. Surely he had done something wrong. But what.
Had he forgotten something? He tried to recollect their last conversation. What did he miss? And he remembered. The dress? Did she want the dress?
He dialled the helpline and got the store number- Unavailable.
He rushed from the back door and ran a mile to the store- Shut.
He turned to leave.
He had tried. She would understand that. He thought of her sad eyes. And he thought of her expression if he got it.
Nope.
He bribed the security guy to let him in, picked the dress from the mannequin, left the money on the counter with a note,

‘Took the white dress....I don’t generally do this, but what can I say....I think my wife kinda liked it.’

Shining clean muskaan

Chamatkaar hui gawaaa! :-)))

Has it been a while since you read some silly, stoopid stuff? Tension mat lo!!!! That’s the precise reason why I maintain a blog. Ab boss demand hai to supply to banta hai na :-)

Ok cut to the topic now. And wo to aap samajh hi gaye honge....what with the gracious and oh-so-expressive pic up there.

After all my mehnat and research, presentinggggg the very hyped and interesting world of......toothbrushes and toothpastes!

Main bataa doo....it took me hours and hours of watching soap operas in waiting for the relevant ads to make an appearance....Ahh Murphy’s Law.....you want an ad to be showcased and it will play the lukka chuppi....then you really want to know what happened with Dolly Bindra palpitating and bang! in the middle of that it chooses to say.... Paaiye total muh ki super clean suraksha. Main kya ji...Thank yeww! :P

And may I tell you the commercials just blew me away. Like totallyyy! Picture this. Two brushes tied together. One to clean your teeth and the other to clean your tongue....So first thing in the morning you force them together in your mouth....I mean is that creative or what! Oh and I almost forgot the ad with two brushes talking to each other and doting over their kid.....yes, that’s right....no spelling mistakes, no typos....toothbrush log ka KID! Mmm how cool!

What’s even better is standing in the middle of a university, a guy all hendsumm in white coat and intellectual type, singles out a sundar shusheel kudi. Now what do you think his opening line would be? ‘How YOU doing!’ or maybe even something thakela like ‘Maine aapko pehle kahi dekha hai!’. Correct na?
Hehe....Oh you poor thing, Soooo wrong!
He will obviously ask her, ‘Kya aapko pata hai aapke muh main kitaanu panap rahe hai??' Like duhh!!! And thennn hold hold....what do you think happens next...she slaps him??? NOOOO! India main naye ho kya?
She allows him to take a scan of her teeth and gets uberly upset at the number of kitaanu...Alelele! Becchaaaar! :-((((

Also, isn’t it amazing that these dental association wala’s have nothing better to do than just keep brushing their teeth all the time in order to tell which one is the best? I mean think about it. So they have a record book with the names of various brushes and pastes. Then they try the first.
Colgate ok 9 on 10.
Pepsodent uhhh 7 on 10.
I hope they checked the Pepsodent brush with the Colgate paste. I mean dude! Science ka sawaal hai.... I am toh very particular about it haa!..... Absolutelyyy precise results hiii mangta hai!

What I don’t understand is, does anyone even listen to these ridiculous ads? Has anyone really tried Colgate with namak??? Bolo bolo! Tell tell!

Just like that!

Aaj ke liye a simple and non messy post ...cos I am feeling good no yaar!

When was the last time you did something for no reason at all? As in something crazy that didn’t make sense to anyone....not even you?

I have come across millions of people who have a tagline or these days status updates that say.... 'I’m bored’, still more cases that remain ‘eternally bored’ and sometimes even ‘bored of being bored’. And I don’t understand it. Isn’t it weird that there is a whole world out there, so little time to live and yet people should sit and kill their lives sulking?

And then there are these set of people who question everything....even good things.....if a creative idea should ever strike them, they beat it down to pulp with stuff like, Why should I do this? How do I benefit from it? What will happen if I don’t? Maybe I’ll do it later...and tadaaa...the end of what could have, if not changed your life then at least made a memorable moment.

You get what I’m trying to say? Don’t lie. I’m sure you don’t.
Just this. It is my job to make projections and tell people to invest in what’s good for them...to ‘be on the safe side’ and despite that, it flops. People make losses, huge ones at that. All those sciency calculations end up being mere speculations and meet the trashcan. So boss... Basically faida kya hua??? Why do so much planning and mehnat?

I mean why not for a change, just one day maybe.....do what you feel like? Like really really feel like on a sudden impulse? Even if that’s not the smartest thing....What if you tried making a never heard of soup with total no- no ingredients? What if you went to the park and played on the swing whose very existence is threatened by your weight? What if you watched a crappy soap opera and predicted every dialogue before it was actually delivered? Got wet in the rain? Blew bubbles with dishwashing liquid? Picked an old wind chime lying around the house, gift wrapped it *in the most shabby way, I understand...even using used wrapping cover* and gave it to your sibling? Took your bike on a never taken route and then got confused on how to get back home?

I don’t know how it works for everyone but I do know that nobody is ever busy enough not to find time for the stuff they really want to do. And nobody is really lonely unless they feel alone! Even if these things question your sanity or mess up your today, they definitely make great stories to tell to your grand children tomorrow......a lot better than, ‘hey kiddo, as a youngster, I used to be really bored’.....No?

Yep! Pravachan over.....get your blanky and go to sleep now. Until another bright, sunny day......Sadiya ka bubbieee! :-)

Do aur do paanch

I’ve been meaning to write a book review for a while now, but lately all the books I have been picking, have been one flop after another. So I thought maybe it actually would be a good idea to put down all flops together and make a list of 5 books never to read. Also, before I begin, I’d like you to know that the first three on the list are genuinely terrible and the last two are hugely popular, blockbusters *maha successful hit hit kinda books* that I didn’t like...chances are you will think differently. *long post ahead*

You see all of a sudden I had this craze of reading young Indian authors who wrote light stuff..... the types who don’t give dimaag pe too much stress...Never mind, the process ended up in making me feel more depressed than ever. Here’s a brief look at a few of my terrible encounters so far-

Oh shit, not again- By Mandar Kokate
The title of the book is precisely how I felt on reading this one. Of all the bad books I have read till date, this is the mind- numbing worst. It’s like there is this guy who is sitting at home during vacation....nothing to do, bored to death, so he decides...’Hey, why don’t I write a book! I could talk about my girlfriend and the hot aunty next door’.....Lucky for him, his dad’s a hot shot guy, who gets it published...result being, sirji’s magnum opus makes an appearance on the ‘best- selling’ shelf. Believe me when I say this, the writing is God awful; the plot...Oh there was a plot? Hmm missed it! Damn! I don’t even know how this guy made it to being an author. If he can write, I believe I can win The Nobel Prize! Oh yessss I’m thaaaat annoyed!

The Department of denials- By Anurag Mathur
This one, thankfully I didn’t buy and picked from the library instead. So time is the only thing I lost out on. I had read one other book, ‘Inscrutable Americans’, by the same author which was fairly alright, barring the profanities *which I have a very low tolerance for*...This book was basically my idea of time pass. So what happened? Nothing. Yes, just that. Nothing happened. The book starts with the guy wanting to be the Prime Minister of India. Now is it very wrong on my part to expect him to at least join politics in order to achieve his dream? No na? But nahi ji! From start to end, the author doesn’t know what he wants to say, the protagonist doesn't know what he wants to do. It’s like the guy becomes an engineer, doesn't get a job, uses dad’s influence to get a government job, finds a rich girlfriend, gets married...yalla story over.
What? Who? Where? Bwackkk! You won’t even bother asking all these questions cos you would have been soooo full on pakaaofied by the crassness of the story.

You are here- By Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan
The only extra points this scores over the previous two is, it is written and presented in a relatively better way. The plot however does very little to surpass the lowest possible standards. Actually it’s not even a story....just a ‘dumb’ confused uptown girl with an urban lifestyle. She gets dumped.... To get over him, she falls for another guy.....he fools around for a bit...finally she nails him down and then realises, ‘Oh I don’t need him cos I’m too damn good.’ Whatever!
Lust, lust, lust!.....Sanskaar gaye bhaad main!

There were other books too, like Piece of cake, Of course I Love you...till I find someone better, Almost single, The Zoya Factor, Keep off the grass......all of them huuuge disappointments! This probably explains why Chetan Bhagat sells like hot cakes...cos however he says it, at least there is some quality, some clarity of thought and some basic idea that is trying to be conveyed!

After these series of flops, I decided to go in for some seriously intellectual stuff. Turns out they were just wayyy too good and sophisticated for my little mind to gauge.

The Alchemist- By Paulo Coelho
99.9999% chances are, you have read it and most definitely heard of it.... and before the post mortem I must say the book was pretty awesome.... I can’t even imagine how anyone can come up with stuff like that. The writing, the ideas, the presentation, the size of the book...all hugely impressive. The prologue too I thought was the best that I have ever read!
Despite that, this book finds itself on the not so good books list because, truth to tell, I couldn’t relate with it at any level. The build up was so enormous and sooo many people claimed it to have changed their life that I perceived it to be a little out of the world. And it pretty much fell flat. Frankly speaking, I didn’t quite get what the whole omen ka chakkar was..... I mean....stones fall and that’s an omen...you see a bird and that’s an omen.....if it gets windy...yep that’s right... omen omen.....Sounds fancy....but when you sit back and think about it, it’s like....ok kya bakwaas hai ye!
Also, I’m very literally the materialistic kind and when you say ‘treasure’, I expect bags full of gold....you don’t give me that, and some crappy philosophy instead, I give you the thumbs down :P

The Fountainhead- By Ayn Rand
First of all, I can’t pronounce the name of the author....It all comes out really wrong when I say it....and no that’s not the reason why it’s being showcased *I’m not thattt unreasonable baba*
Yes, the book does have a story... and a very unusual one at that....with glitches of course.
To begin with, the very object of the author I thought was to give the reader a dose of the unexpected...which is most definitely a good thing.....only don’t contradict yourself in parts.
The story of 2 architects, one good one bad, their lives and as a moral of the story- how you are supposed to be free spirited and not care about other people’s opinions.
Peter, who you think is really normal and imperfect...just like you...is likeable but then he goes and murders someone, so you lose the pitch right there. Then there is the other architect, Roarke, idealistic chap who is the good guy....so you think that’s what you are supposed to be like....but midway that too flops when he molests his girlfriend.....I’m sorry but no excuse, no soul- talk, however philosophical, is good enough to justify that! Also, there is a point where he says the problem with people these days is they want to impress, and a couple of pages down, in context to the building he has designed, and I quote, says,
‘If out of those thousands, one stops and sees it (the building)--that’s all I need’,
Make up your mind baba. Fickle, eh? Then there was his girlfriend Dominique, who is supposed to be the heroine.... the epitome of zero achievement, a retard and head weight the size that would bring down the entire Obama government. If I met someone like her, believe me I would slap her!
I read a good 300 pages with this outcome. 400 more? With dialogues like ‘He drank a
great deal of water; the cold, glittering liquid in a clean glass was intoxicating.’
Are you kidding me?
Nah! I decided I couldn’t take it much further. *quits*

Yes, so that has been the summary. Dude all I’m asking is for the book to have an iota of a good story that makes sense and if that’s too difficult, then at least let it be basic interesting!
Phew! Makes me value Pride and Prejudice so much more! :o

Something for you-
-What's the most fun book you’ve ever read.
- Also, if you have read any of the books mentioned above and think differently, lemme know!

Jab main chota baccha tha......

.....badi sharaarat karta tha.....meri chori pakdi jaatiiiiiii....
Ok c’mon please be serious. As a kiddo na, we (me and my bro) were never allowed to watch much TV so there was this whole craze about it. Also, at the time there wasn’t all this cable thingy and a hundred different channels. There was only one channel....Bahrain Television. That’s it! Either you watch it or you go to sleep.

The only Hindi movies that we ever saw used to be on Wednesday, 8 to 11 pm....and let me tell you they were THE most crappy ones you can imagine.....Weekly back to back runs of Mohra and Aayi Milan ki Bela.....I don’t blame you if you have never heard of them.

If you haven’t yet figured it, then this post is about our TV. You know these days they have all these fancy LCD’s and LED’s and HD’s and what not.....15 years ago....there were no such nakhra’s....We had a TV that looked like a TV. Period. Also it wasn’t like today’s feather light types where you lift them in one hand....No. You needed 2 people to lift it alone, and once deposited in a place, well you wouldn’t consider relocating it for the next 5 years.

Here are a few things that I remember our little candy for-

The first ever English movie I saw- Helen of Troy....I couldn’t understand a single dialogue, let alone the plot.... so my mom and dad had to explain every single line to me. The English seemed so different and they spoke so fast....it was like a whole different language. Sometimes, I still feel that way when I listen to English music. That I understand is a whole different thing.

The first Hindi ad I ever saw....it was during the World Cup 99......a bike commercial....Kawasaki Bajaj...The Unshakeable.....I still remember the entire jingle.....was wonderful and no I won’t sing it, lest I should break your computer screen or something. Ever since, I have louuuved commercials and quote them at the first instance in almost anyyyy conversation!

Then there was this thing where my mom wouldn’t allow us to watch TV during exam time. The TV being in the hall, we living on the ground floor and the curtains always being open, were all perfect reasons to obey her. But nah! Me and my bro weren’t the ‘shareef’ type so we watched when my mom would go out and took turns to keep guard at the window. Then my bro would almost alwayyys get so engrossed that he'd miss the car coming in and mom would find out...after which we would be in for a round of sound trashing.....This happened like a hundred times....all the time his fault....and every time we made a stronger vow to be more vigilant in future....Course that never happened.

Instead something better happened. The TV was moved out to my brother’s room. Yayyy!

The first time I ever got full on senti....and not the sob sob wala....not even the trying to escape mom’s anger drama buhoo type wala....but the real wa wa wa kind....and what for you may ask....It was a movie... Ellen Foster, the story of an orphan. I remember I hugged my mom first thing...... For the record; I have never even done such a thing on her birthday or Mother’s Day or any other significant occasion for that matter.

There were also some other really memorable things like my brother making me watch wrestling to a point where I could tell the names of all the wrestlers by heart.....the part where we would watch Hera Pheri with Maggi every single day cos that was the only video cassette we had. Till date it remains the movie I have watched most number of times.
Watching The Tenth Kingdom, a day before my Board exam.......almosttt having a guilt attack and then scoring fab marks in it....so every time anyone asks me how to get good marks, I always suggest watching a movie before the D day!

Our little candy still remains, but then now there is the new, stronger and handsome looking competition it faces...so this has become the ‘Old T.V.’....and everyone at home is rather reluctant to watch it.

I know all of these are silly things.....don’t count for changing my life in any way....but they sure built a whole lot of memories and form a large part of my childhood *hope I’m not sounding ancient*.......all that said, if my parents were to junk it someday, I’d surely miss it! *weird thing to say, I know*, but that’s the way it is. :-)

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Kya adaa, kya jalwe tere Rajni!

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You know the mystery that has been haunting me for a while now?....Ok off course there is this tiny little thing about why a car must be named ‘Punto’....I mean why would anyone want to call a car that? What may have been the inspiration behind it? Nah nah don’t worry. That’s not what I want to talk about. What I reallyyyy.....like really really dil se would like to share.....is the baap’s baap of all mysteries *arey baap’s baap means daadaji, you dodo*.....*and you thought ki Sadiya is using swear words....Shame on you!*....... Haa so like I was saying....THE mystery of all mysteries.....Thalaivar Rajnikanth! Dudewa what’s the deal!! Why is everyone so in louuve with him? Chakkar kya hai?

I mean have you ever wondered what must be working behind a lungi clad guy’s mind to climb a longgggg ladder....almostttt risk his life!......wo bhi with a milk ki thaili, over the surface of a hoarding, take a scissor, cut the thaili, then wash the Thalaivar ka foto shoto with it? Doesn’t make sense na?

And this nail biting question had been treading on my mind for a while....no no....please don’t think I am some gawaar ladki who doesn’t know anything about his macho herogiri and therefore underrate his greatness. Na ji na! Main bata doo....I have seen two entire movies gracing his hairat-angez performance.

The first was Bulandi....yes yes, the same one where Rekha ji lagaao’s the thumka’s with the Anil Kapoor ji.....nope baccha log, don’t close your eyes..... I will not go into any further details about them....and then there is the Anil Kapoor ji’s daddy who is also Anil Kapoor and then there is HIS daddy......haaaaaaaaa he is our man....daadaji....see see....kaha tha na maine!......ok so his screen presence here was all about ghumaaoing his dupatta.....fishcao fishcao.... with some really cool sound effects and yeah... that’s about it....That was my first encounter with THE man! But at the time I thought him to be a ....*shudder*......loser. Yesss! Judge saab mujhe maaf kar do! Just so you know, before writing this post, I too tried ghumaaoing my dupatta like that...Uhh Umm.....so my hands got caught in between.....but hey man, I ain’t no superstar....or starlet or whatever else you call it, so that should explain our differences.

The second episode was when I saw Endhiran......Kya? You don’t know Endhiran? Paglaayi gaye ho kaa! I reckon you better go and check your passport to make sure you are an Indian....but do that later....first read this...For the uninitiated, it’s the Tamil version of Robot. Ahhh so you get it now! Chalo ji better late than never!

And after all the hype, together with Facebook timelines flooded with the same video going gaga over.... Haiii look at his modesty, ooh so humble, so down to earth...so blah blah blah.... I thought...ok I too mustttt watch it!.... and wo bhi in Tamil. Now let me tell you.....my Tamil is soooo good, soooo good, ki even 24 karat Tamilians don’t understand it...you get what that means right? Haan ji! And I insisted we watch it on the first day itself...How can it be bad? Arey bhaai it’s a Rajnikanth movie!

Its only after this grand experience that I was able to unfold the mystery behind his name te fame te success te star status te hor ki dassa!....And now I’m going to pass on this first-hand gyaan to youuu.....Tan tadan!!!.......dil thaam ke baithiye! Here goes-

As we waded through the janta outside the theatre, I realised there were two classes of people....the one with tickets as in the ‘aristocrats’, and the ticketless as in the poor ‘commons’ a.k.a. wannabe aristocrats...oh yea....we were the E.L.I.T.E.!....... Offers poured in to switch over, from our opponents, imploring us to join their clan by selling our souls for a wowwiee 1000 bucks! But nah! We clung onto our tickets and zoom seeee dived into the theatre.

And that oh boy was something! Everyone had pretty much gone crazy. And it’s when you see so many people cheering, screaming and yelling, you start to wonder.....Why am I not behaving like this? Is something really wrong with me? So we joined in too. Just to keep up the spirit. Course we assumed this would end as the movie began. Huh!

As the movie started, the yelling just got louder.....and I thought, don’t worry....5 minutes and it will be fine.
5 minutes....10 minutes.....Half an hour.....Intermission..... Nope nope....the surprising thing is, nobody even got tired.....forget the fact that you can’t hear anything, everyone jumps around so much that you can’t even SEE anything! Oh btw I stuck it out through the entire movie. Whatay fun!...Most people after the movie said they would come watch it again, so they could actually get what happened. OHHHHH!

Yep so that’s the whole truth...everyone pretty much watches it again and again n again...the first time to celebrate their hero’s comeback, the second time to see him act, the third time to understand the story and then if they have pocket money and time left, then possibly to notice Jr. Mrs. Bachchan’s presence. So there! Meantime- Movie hit hit!

So much for the whole ‘suspense’ thingy! Aaho ji time waste kar ditta mera! And don’t you worry; I will get to the bottom of the ‘Punto’ mystery as well....Next Blog-a-ton maybe. :-)
Alternatively, if you happen to have a theory of your own, drop it in as part of your feedback.

Sionara!

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Door ho jaao meri nazro se!

Dramatic title na? Don’t worry. It doesn’t have any relevance to the post. Ae-wai doing time-pass....which also is the reason for this post. Today I am going to distribute all the gyaan that I have gathered over the last few months as part of my shopping expeditions. Presentingggg for your kind perusal, the 5 yuckiestttt (in)edible products that super markets have doled out in recent history. Why? Arey baba so you don’t end up wasting your precious money on it naaa!!! Thank you aur sab you can tell me later.

Ok so here are my more than few words of wisdom....*bows*

Kurkure Green Chutney Rajasthani Style- Have you seen those cartoons where the kitten eats something and smoke starts to come from both ears? Yeah that’s exactly what will happen if you try this. It’s like the taste is soooo sharp that it will cut through all your senses and you feel the irresistible urge to cough, sneeze and throw up all at the same time....yes buddy...thaaatttt bakwaas! Btw general knowledge ke liye, there recently were even tall cases of plastic wires being found in Kurkure packs.....don’t intend to defame their company....ok somewhat close to that maybe....Arey bhaai its because I care for my reader’s health!!! Kintu parantuuu I haven’t verified this so in case the company wala’s are reading then...Sorry hai ji...Menu maaf kari....Please don’t sue me :-(

Cadbury Bournvita 5 Star Magic- First of all let me tell you..... Cadbury (Dairy milk)= good, Bournvita= good, 5 star= so- so......but ‘nature and science ka aadhunik mishran’ all put together.....Bwackkk!!!
Believe me I am not exaggerating when I say this but it really really looks like mud and tastes just as awful....And no, I haven’t tasted mud....I knew you would be thinking that wonlyyy!
Plusss, correct me if I’m wrong but doesn’t Fiama Di Wills shampoo ad also say nature and science ki khoobiyan???? So does that mean we can use them interchangeably? Dekhaa!!! I told you they are messing with us poor consumers!

Smart chips- Yes this is the second chips on the list and I don’t blame you if you think I am some real fatso who goes munch- munch all day....not totally wrong anyway....Haa so coming to the point...Why do I have a problem with it? Actually I don’t. It’s just that this isn’t chips in the first place. The Aamir Khan dude can go full on galaa phaad ke about ‘You will need it’ triple xl sized t-shirts but calling it ‘baked’ over ‘fried’ and then giving us the sleek version of Monaco biscuits really doesn’t cut it baba!

Pepsi Cafe- chino- *Sounds like some Chinese drink no?* Actually am not really sure if it even exists in the market anymore but when it did, I remember we served it at a party and one sip down, everyone simply returned their glasses....Bole to fullto flop! And course there was the catchy Kareena and Priyanka commercial but unfortunately in the entire product that was the only good thing....ad was hot.....drink was thanda.
Not like thanda thanda wala thanda but the other wala thanda....Emm know what I mean?

Bru Ice Cappuccino- Now here’s the thing..... Since you are reading this blog, I assume you aren’t a robot and by virtue of being human, have taken an injection at least once in your life....No?...Now do you remember the awful smelling medicine thingy they put on your arm after taking the blood test? Yes, that’s precisely what this one smells like.....So I can only leave to your imagination what it may taste like. Wanna try? ;)

Rito aaj ke liye itna hi...ab Iodex maliye and kaam pe chaliye *yeahhh why do I keep doing this?* Anyway, a question for you before we part, does anyone know what happened to the mint flavoured Hide and Seek biscuits???? Was numm numm...bought one packet and the next time I went to the store, they were completely wiped out of the shelves!! *sad eyes* :-(

Love, 'Old- fashioned', eh?

The other day I caught this debate on ‘We the People’...yeah yeah wahi Barkha Dutt wala show....which was based on live- in relationships and the hullabaloo over the new laws....well more than the theme, what got my attention was this certain term used by a person, who said, “I believe in ‘Old- fashioned’ love.”

You know sometimes, people use expressions so frequently that you get used to hearing them, you barely notice it and then suddenly one day, it goes knock knock, kaun hai on your head and you think.....'Uhh...Ok...What?' I mean isn’t it strange to tag love into two categories of old and new ‘fashion’? Worse, term it like it’s a fad or in vogue for a season! Turns out, I went in for writing an exam and by the time I came out, I was left behind by a whole fashion era!

So if I am to make sense of it, then the ‘old fashioned’ wala’s are the ones who believe in all these filmy stories and fairytales of happily ever after and the ‘lateshtt fashion’ wala’s are the ones who progress with time, prioritize between ‘stuff’ and ‘relationships’ and focus on being practical and realistic. Correct na?

I have a problem with that!

And yes, I understand that nobody could care lesser, but I still wish to say it. Aren’t relationships becoming more of a chutki main chipkaao arrangement?.....A doesn’t work....move to B...to C to wherever. Uh- Oh you don’t know? Honey, that’s fashion!
Whatever happened to honour and commitment???

What’s with all this drama of first endorsing a live- in and then going gaga over your rights? If the whole idea was to retain independence then where does the question of pinning down responsibility come in? Looks like nobody really wants to say it, but the object is merely to back out when the situation gets sticky. And as relates to the terminology used in law...You can actually indulge and we are playing spoilers by merely saying it??

More so, the laws in my opinion together with the law makers seem like they are doing it all for the sake of projection ‘Oh yeah look at us...We are so modern!’.... I mean does it take an insane amount of intelligence to be able to tell right from wrong? If marriage is a ‘holy bond’, then how righteous is it to call ourselves above God? Do we really know better than him? I don’t think so!

I don’t think it’s a ‘to each his own’ concept anymore...it’s a little more damage than that....I don’t think it’s wrong if children expect normal parents who have a little more shred of substance to their relationship than ‘we live together’.

Yes, I can be disappointingly serious sometimes and I don’t apologise to anyone who wishes to hold contrary views on the subject!