Mini Blog update!!

It all started with getting the heavy duty travel bags down from the cup-board high up in my room as Bubu was going on his international travel, and I thought my bags were perfectly suited for the wear and tear (unlike his bags which I've not seen, but I'm sure won't be good).

So while cleaning the dirt off them, all of a sudden my hand reached inside the zip pocket of one bag and found a sealed item wrapped tidily in a plastic bag!! And in a dramatic screech, I discovered my $52 Armani underwear which I'd bought at the last minute in New York and never wore it. I'd thought I had lost it during my 'throwing all the unwanted stuff' spree while coming back as my check-in baggage was over-weight by 20lbs then.

I feel like a proud mother now, having found her child after the long years of separation!!



:-D

"I'm gonna break break your heart"

Listening to this song (picked it up from Billboard.com, currently 5th position as on 03April2010) made me groove to it at first.

Finally, when the lyrics set into my brains, I couldn't help but wonder, how easy would it have been had our old girlfriends/boyfriends, who we left behind, would have made it clear to us at the beginning, in simple words like the song does, that they would eventually hurt us.

That they do not believe that monogamy fits them in any size, or that they can't give enough time into this, or that they would change their minds in the next 2 years, or that they would beat the sh*t out of us for any wrong move, or (in my case) would leave us in the middle of the party for someone else.

Imagine all the heartbreaks, the wandering around the streets in pain all by yourself, your shrink's expensive appointments, the long waiting for your turn at the dermatologist's to peel the past off your face.. imagine all of that not being there in life. Instead, enjoying all the other things that you had given up on for the relationship to work. Wouldn't that be just perfect?

If you fall for me,

I'm not easy to please

I might tear you apart

Told you from the start, baby, from the start,

That I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart....

PS: Do not forget to turn off your lights today between 8:30pm to 9:30pm, IPL or American Idol could wait!!

Passion of the Mortal

We all grow up with an aim, something that we see ourselves having achieved at a particular age in our lives. I for one, never thought in that direction. Instead, I did whatever I found was easy, or what others thought was good for me. And now, I've earned myself a place where I'm no more enjoying my choices and want to break free from all of it at once.

So one day I sat thinking to myself, where could my passion lie? Something that I could transform to earn a daily living rather than do a job that does not interest me.

I think, the universe has provided us with so many options/possibilities, one mortal like me cant be blamed for being so confused about which route to choose. And after taking a few free career assessment tests online (which only left me more confused), I decided to make a list of all the things that appeal to me.
Here is the copy of how it more or less looked like..

[Where does my interest lie]

• I love to write!! (though not all the time)
• I’d want to design buildings, or design the city’s sky line!!
• Try to improve my blog
-> with ideas like (currently) make videos, write what no one writes but would always think of or do
• Design –> Interiors, how things look good together.
• Read (not really so much) -> don’t see myself as an editor-in-chief.
• Watch TV – Cookery shows, travel, self help, mega structures
• Do I like Ryan Seacrest’s job at E! ?
• Travel the world, see new cultures, architecture (modern as well as ancient)
• Love correcting people.
-> On pronunciation, clothing ("you look a bit fat in this”)
• Try different cuisines [no non-veg, not even eggs]

And the list goes on!

So, what’s your passion?

Love, Dove, Glove

To love and be loved, is the greatest gift of all. But how much are you willing to give up for that?

Someone wise once compared love to a man in a sinking ship. He struggles hard to keep it afloat. So he begins throwing things out. Knick knacks, important deals/assignments, memorabilia, gifts. Then goes money, jobs, and when that’s still not enough, family, friends.. people!! Next, self-respect, ego, image. Still nothing helps.

So of all the things mentioned above, what really is the greatest gift?

Health today, gone tomorrow

I bought the March issue of the Men’s Health (India Edition) today in spite of swearing to myself of never buying it again when they raised its prices to Rs.100 for an issue from Rs.75 (Rs.50 was the original price six months before that). Have been waiting for GQ to come to my door step (which I subscribed last month), it’s been 5 days since the month began but there’s been no trace of my first issue. So I thought maybe this one could give me company for some time.

I was so disgusted with MH that I once again decided never to buy it again. There were advertisements of various dubious organizations claiming they have the answer, a “Non-surgical hair growth”, at every alternate page, telling us how they’re the best, showing the before and after pictures. And to my surprise, and disgust, the ads started even before the index of the magazine showed up.

Now, I’ve been reading and researching (google'ing to be precise) through various ways of hair re-growth for sometime now, since unfortunately, I’m one of the victims of hereditary hair loss and I have the chance of losing it too if I do not act now. I’ve been over and over these claims of preventing, and in some cases, regrowing the hair by the use of chemicals like Minoxidil, Saw Palmetto and the latest technology to thug people even further, the advanced laser comb(which I’ve heard hurts really bad). Not many know that none of the aforementioned ways work, and most of them are not even FDA approved. But, we still fall for such claims, well, what can we do when they target us showing our vulnerability can actually be covered with thick, shiny, healthy hair.

I’m nobody to shower you with advice, or claim how other methods helped me so far, but have we reaped the benefits of yoga and a good diet? Haven’t we already harmed our bodies enough by filling ourselves up with chemicals (thanks to Industrialization and de-forestation) that we further need to harm our body with expensive, painful techniques and procedures?!

Therefore, this is me, taking a pledge that I’d never buy another health magazine that depresses me further of not having a head full of thick, healthy, shiny hair like the cover model boasts of. As if using words like fat and ugly, or anorexic and too lean etc. to describe our beautiful bodies wasn't enough.

PS: Anybody complaining of overtly muscular men persuading you to buy protein shakes at every other page of another magazine?