tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61586324812784873842024-03-13T15:38:30.813+05:30Tina The TaurusIf you can dream & not make dreams your master,
If you can think & not make thoughts your aim.Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-77467981039631382632013-02-10T16:39:00.002+05:302013-02-10T16:39:20.478+05:30The Call<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Its been so long with these turmulant & lonely months that I have stopped realising there existence now. Sometimes, I forget the zest of live I am always associated with - my dimpled laugh, my <a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/effervescent">effervescent</a> nature, my fun-filled outings, my BLOGs .... </div>
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A lost trust can rip apart any human being and the whole house comes crumbling. Nah, I am a very steady person and emotionally very strong ... I am a survivor and will come out of all this unruffled ... I trust myself ... but then I do need to feel the warmth of that little light I see at the end of the tunnel .....</div>
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And then came the CALL ... The sound of the name made me smile, giggle, laugh, just everything .... It was A, my darling college friend, who always came to my rescue when I needed the most. Its that special bond we share which blossoms with every little email we share once in several days or that chat session we have once in several weeks or the surprise calls once in several months. Yeah its a mature friendship without any hassels of explanations but boundless trust ...</div>
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We have always been there for each other with open arms and warm smile ..... Thanks A</div>
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Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-9230702777816901022009-08-11T15:06:00.000+05:302009-08-11T15:07:47.618+05:30Who will decide?What a time for the H1N1 virus to enter the country - the festive season’s just begun.<br /><br /><em>Janamasthami (Dahi-Haandi) </em>& <em>Ganapathi-Visarjan (Ganesh Chaturthi)</em> – the 2 communal festivals celebrated in humongous numbers – are on its way.<br /><br /><strong><em>BEAT THIS …</em></strong><br />The Govt is still debating whether to but a ban on public celebrations or just do away with precautionary pamphlets!<br /><br />Didn’t we learn from Mexico & Italy, how to manage the epidemic spread quickly and efficiently!!<br /><br />Or is it the Democratic way to control the population!<br />Who shall I ask this question – <em>Gulam Nabi Azad</em> – our minister of Health & Family Welfare?<br /><br />Sir, perhaps you could enlighten us here!Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-2236516244659114002009-08-11T14:52:00.001+05:302009-08-11T14:53:40.690+05:30H1N1 - Swine Flu<span style="color:#000000;"><em>Pune has been declared the most polluted city of India – 07 Aug 2009</em><br /><br />All public places have been closed – Schools, Colleges, Malls and even Multiplexes<br />The state government is trying everything to monitor the increasing number of swine flu cases in the city.<br />But isn’t this a tad-bit-too-late?<br /><br />Perhaps the magnanimity of the proliferating death tolls hadn’t hit us then<br />Or<br />Perhaps we assumed that the Western world viruses won’t infest into the trench of the developing world!<br /><br />Either ways, the reality has hit us and hit us hard this time …. Swine is a pandemic!<br />There you go … while I pen-down … the news flashes …. count reaches 10</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-26197089253380841882009-01-27T14:04:00.003+05:302009-07-02T19:56:08.015+05:30Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Read these beautifully true lines on women</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></span><br /><em style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.<br /><br />If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.<br />If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.<br />If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.<br /><br />If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.<br />She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.<br />So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit!</strong></span></em>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-5256719568066881732009-01-26T19:45:00.001+05:302022-03-08T10:53:34.341+05:30Cinderella Pantomime<span style="color:#000099;">It’s been ages since the last time I penned down, the reason being my social engagements during the Xmas season and a few personal commitments.<br />Christmas was yet again fun filled and Merry!<br /><br />The best was the <em>Cinderella pantomime @ Shaw Theatre Euston</em> – an amazing girlie night out. The glamorous chicks from work – <em>Jenny Harry, Tricia Birch, Jo Pink, Sima Naran & me</em>!<br />The evening started with a glass of mulled wine at a local pub – the best way to relax and cut from work thoughts…..<br />We reached the theatre at 7:00 and it was full of kids presumably from 2 different schools … so that made us a few selected adults in the hall for the panto!!<br />The play was enacted gorgeously and me in my bubbly-self was shouting and shrieking with the kids.<br />It was not all about fairy god mother or Cinderella or her lost shoe …. It was also about nursery rhymes …<br />My fav still being<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Old McDonald had a farm<br />Eeya eeya oh!<br />On that farm he had a chick<br />Eeya eeya oh!<br />Here a chick,<br />There a chick,<br />Every where a chick chick<br />Old McDonald had a farm<br /></em><br /><strong>NB:</strong> Yeah, H didn’t make it this time & I missed her a lot. At least the theatre pple were grateful that it was just me and not the <strong><em>Gang</em></strong>!</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-78373455496951590262009-01-04T16:00:00.000+05:302009-01-04T16:01:40.496+05:30i carry your heart with me by ee cummings<span name="KonaFilter"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">i carry your heart with me(i carry it in<br />my heart)i am never without it(anywhere<br />i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done<br />by only me is your doing,my darling)<br />i fear<br />no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want<br />no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)<br />and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant<br />and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /><br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br />and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows<br />higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)<br />and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br /><br />i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) </span></span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-40073157909775446472008-11-23T06:33:00.003+05:302008-11-23T06:37:55.340+05:30Finally!!I impressed H with my baking skills ;-)<br /><br />We had coffee and cake and chatted for so long over a movie<br />just like old days .... its pretty late in the night and i am not tired ... just plain happy<br />nah<br />ecstatic is the word!Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-24065889642457696592008-11-21T22:47:00.000+05:302008-11-21T22:48:44.979+05:30Cake, H & Me<span style="color:#993399;">These days I have been too worked up trying to balance my personal goals with the work pressure. I feel like a zombie and my reaction time is reduced as if under the influence of alcohol!<br />My managers have to give in to my extreme dedication of working and providing accurate results ……. No off and working on weekends for straight 2 weeks with only 5 hrs of sleep everyday.<br /><br />Kitchen is the only place where I get to relax myself with extreme pleasure!<br /><br />So I decided to bake this new 5 minute instant microwave cake …. Checked the ingredients and realised the only thing I required was baking powder, which I bought on my way home.<br /><br />To surprise H with my baking skills I decided to bake the cake while she was still upstairs busy with her laptop. She gets hooked to that wretched thing the moments she gets into the house till I give her a peace of my mind for ignoring me! <em>(These days by the time I get home its way past 10 and she is almost wrapping up for the day)<br /></em><br />Anyways, back to the cake making business of de-stressing myself.<br /><br />While getting the ingredients together I realised that I would have to use Coffee instead of Cocoa and will have to do without vanilla essence.<br />So I decided I will make ginger cake with Nescafe!<br />Once the mix got ready I realised there wasn’t enough sugar in the house (remember I haven’t got more than 5hrs of sleep in 2 weeks now)<br /><br />Anyways, the final outcome was a diet ginger cake with less sugar and oil!<br />H decided to do the honours to take the first bite and she liked it so I insisted her to take another piece which she gladly did. I felt good about it!<br />After a long tired day at work atleast I was still good in the kitchen!<br /><br />While talking to her about the cake I took a bite and <em>arghhhhhhhhhhhhh</em><br />I ran to the bin and spit out the ‘shit’ in the bin. It was the most horrible thing I had ever put in my mouth!<br /><br />H said she didn’t want to make me feel bad esp with my current schedule and so she had 2 pieces of that ‘Cake’. The sweetness she is … I decided to bake another cake.<br />I am always this excited and enthusiastic about everything in life irrespective of my schedule!<br />And this time it was another special reason – to impress H with my baking skills!<br /><br />The second cake didn’t had ginger but Coffee instead of Cocoa and brown sugar in place of white sugar and no vanilla essence. H said <em>“Trust me it tastes better than the first one but still the diet cake feeling”.<br /></em>I didn’t taste it.<br />Next morning while I was still in bed, H came back munching on the cake and said “Babe, let me be honest. The cake is crap and there is something seriously missing”<br /><br />I got out of my bed, went to the kitchen, threw the cake into the bin, dressed up for work and left home a bit ashamed at my deteriorating skills in the kitchen!<br /><br />I have decided to bake the cake when I am in full senses to ‘impress H’.</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-77184969017834642242008-11-18T20:06:00.001+05:302008-11-18T20:08:09.916+05:30Heating Mishap Yet Again<span style="color:#ff9900;">Life has moved on since the last time H, <em>the amateur technician</em>, had worked up her ideas, giving me sleepless night!<br />We are now into our new rented house … winter is around the corner and the temperature drop is quite apparent. This also means its time to set the timer on our boilers to make sure we get up to a warm house in the morning.<br /><br />Well, as luck is with us, H & I are always stuck with this boiler problem … first the room heater didn’t work (now mercifully sorted) and now the timer!!!<br />So after a lot of wait for our land lord to come over and acquaint us with the settings we decided to try it ourselves. Google didn’t help much and setting the hand positions on the timer didn’t work either.<br /><br />Our next day was hectic and so we decided we will retire into our rooms with the heating on for few hrs until we decide to retire for the day. It was 7:45pm.<br /><br />H was still deciding about her dinner, when I left her to go into the room to pack for my visit to my brother’s. At 8:00pm when I came down to join H for our cooking …<br /><em>Hold-Behold</em><br />The amateur technician was at work!!!!!!<br />The lady with her analytical mind at work was fiddling with the heating system timer, decided to fix the damn thing before going to bed!<br /><br />Fair enough … I was waiting for her to complete her fiddling to her satisfaction when she yelled </span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>Eureka!<br /></em>The timer was set and it was working. I felt so proud of my babe until of course another few minutes L<br />By 8:30pm we realised that the heating was not working. Thinking that the timer was set incorrectly, we did some research with the boiler. </span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>(‘We’ means H)<br /></em><br />No prices to guess what happened this time </span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>AGAIN<br />The boiler mishap</em> … thanks to my proudly beaming H, the whole heating system went dead. All in all, like the last time, I had to sleep with my hot water bottle tucked under my duvet.<br /><br />Can someone tell me how to tackle an overenthusiastic amateur ‘Boiler’ technician from creating disasters!<br /><br /><strong>NB : For all those who can’t understand the word ‘AGAIN’, please read the July blog ‘The Boiler Mishap’</strong></span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-29839448261470436732008-11-18T16:16:00.002+05:302008-11-18T16:21:43.430+05:30For you H<em>I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright</em><br /><em>I’ll be alright</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Jaane kyun ab lag raha hai</em><br /><em>Jaana maana yeah</em><br /><em>Coz when smile for me</em><br /><em>World seems alright</em><br /><em>Yeah sare pal yahin</em><br /><em> Yun hi tham se jaayeDostana yeah</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Jaane kyun (jaane kyun) dil jantha hai</em><br /><em>Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright</em><br /><em> (I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright)</em><br /><em>Jaane kyun (jaane kyun) dil jantha hai</em><br /><em> (yeh, yeh ,yeh)</em><br /><em>Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright</em><br /><em> (I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Tu hai toh tedi medi rahe</em><br /><em>Ulti pulti baatein</em><br /><em>Sedhi lagthi hai</em><br /><em>Tu hai toh joote moote vaade</em><br /><em>Dushman ke irrade</em><br /><em>Sache lagthe hai</em><br /><em>Jo dil mein taare vaare de jagah</em><br /><em>Woh tu hi hai, tu hi hai</em><br /><em>Jo rothe rothe de hassa</em><br /><em>Tu hi hai wahin</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Jaane kyun (jaane kyun) dil jantha hai</em><br /><em>Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright</em><br /><em> (I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright)</em><br /><em>Jaane kyun (jaane kyun) dil jantha hai</em><br /><em> (yeh, yeh ,yeh)</em><br /><em>Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright</em><br /><em> (I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Jaane kyun (jaane kyun) dil jantha hai</em><br /><em> (yeh, yeh ,yeh)</em><br /><em>Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright</em><br /><em> (I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright)</em><br /><br /><br /><strong>A thousand times over for you H!!!!</strong>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-53330522839349057442008-11-11T19:46:00.001+05:302008-11-11T20:45:12.723+05:30My Boots from New LookRealisation struck late!<br />It was Wednesday evening when it was bought to my notice that I can’t wear my heels to the Saturday Chessington Park trip.<br />I don’t have a panic striken personality and so with all my cool temperament I decided to go to Oxford Street after work on Thursday and buy myself something nice & trendy. <br />Thursday’s is the only day of the week when the shops are open till 9:00 so I knew I will have enough time to buy something to my taste. <br />Backup plan was to buy online and worst case recovery was to wear my trainers with boot leg jeans to hide them!!!<br />So I was pretty much sorted.<br /><br />My colleague M joined me for the evening. After a quick scan of the market I knew exactly where I need to buy my boots from only that they didn’t had my size.<br />Plan B: My colleague M told me as part of his new mobile contract he had free internet browsing on his mobile phone.<br />Imagine what M & I did at the store??????<br />Standing inside NEW LOOK we were browsing there website to order the boots I decided to buy. As luck would be … the mobile internet was so slow that M couldn’t help much with the ordering part. Me just being myself decided to order once I reach home as it was way past 6 in the evening and the order will not be processed until next day, so ideally the time of order doesn’t really matters now.<br />Well, all in all, M & I couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that we must be the first ever customers to think about placing an order online, standing in the store surrounded by the merchandise … only not in the size we want!<br /><br />Now the real story begins!<br />I have this funny urge to own anything & everything which I know is mine. Like after placing food order at a restaurant I suddenly get too hungry OR like in this case after placing the order I was all eyes for the courier guy!!!<br />(Not the guy duh... I was interested in the courier – my boots)<br /><br />I did order using the ‘Express Delivery’ option, which dispatches the order the same day & worst come worst I will get the boots around early morning on Saturday. I have to admit that, most of the Friday was spend trying to track the parcel using the online tracking system. I was too hyper and excited that whole day. <br />Called my ex-landlady twice to confirm the receipt of any courier for me ( my delivery address was still my old address). <br />Called up the store customer service to enquire about the status and they were not very helpful (told me that the delivery will happen on Monday as Saturday & Sunday were non working days). <br />Royal Mail people said they work on Saturdays and the delivery will happen early in the morning around 6:30.<br />I think I was being tested for my threshold to bear the excruciating pain mixed with the feeling of excitement!<br /><br />I am more or less convinced that Lady Luck charms are only meant to happen to men we are surrounded with. <br />The Royal Mail delivery didn’t happen due to some unforeseen circumstances.<br />(Period)<br />The enthusiasm about the boots drowned by Monday evening, they still were somewhere on the way to reach me. Tuesday brought with it the excitement of Diwali day, my wearing traditional Indian dress to work and the thoughts of evening affairs. I had practically lost interest in my boots by now.<br />(Period)<br /><br />H, M and I had just finished dinner and were clearing away the dishes when I just called my ex-landlady to ask about the courier and she said there was one that arrived this afternoon (Finally! ). <br />It had started snowing and gales were high. H told me to collect it next day after work, as I didn’t need them urgently and I agreed. Went up to my room grabbed my overcoat, skull cap, gloves and rushed outta the house. Ran with a full stomach to get my boots and was back in less than 10 minutes – I met aunty, exchanged diwali wishes, collected my boots, ate a Jalebi (Indian sweet), bid farewell and ran back.<br /><br />Did I just say I lost interest in ‘My Boots’ – the boots I was dying to get my hands on since the time I ordered them? <br />Did I just say I lost interest in ‘My Boots’ – the boots I was dying to put on and show off?Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-81239206531357278842008-11-09T22:27:00.004+05:302008-11-09T22:35:42.883+05:30Planet India - Mira Kamdar<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">India is in my blood. It is also lodged in my heart.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"> Mira Kamdar, Associate Fellow of Asia Society</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Through incisive reportage & brilliant analysis, Mira explores India's astonishing transformation from a developing country into a global power house. She reports on the people, companies, and policies defining the new India and reveals how it will profoundly affect our future.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Provocative, timely, and essential, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Planet India</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> is the groundbreaking book that illuminates what there is to lose, and what there is to gain from India's rise.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">NB :</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Must read for all the lovers of this fastest growing democratic country, which is transforming the world.</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-72414385333881093682008-11-07T22:07:00.003+05:302008-11-09T16:06:02.730+05:30Diwali in SnowDiwali – the festival of light and which generally marks the beginning of winters, as my dad puts it, has always been my favourite.<br />The house smells beautiful from diyas (small earthen bowls filled with purified oil for lighting using a cotton wicker), candles and incense sticks.<br />It’s the time in the year when the whole family gets to do a proper long prayer together. And I absolutely love to sit with my parents and sisters to do the pooja (prayer).<br />I am not a very religious person but yes I definitely love to listen to my parents voice chanting hymns & mantras. I love the stories my mom recites for our benefit, mostly repeated from the last year or previous.<br />But I love the family atmosphere and then dinner followed by our long drive!<br />We as a family have always been averse to the use of fireworks and so its always limited to a few at the society level, if any.<br /><br />It’s been a few years I have been on my own for the festival because of my studies and then job, but I still follow the rituals I have grown up with - Candles, Diyas, incense sticks, prayers and Prasad (holy offerings to god).<br /><br />This time I was in UK again and so it always includes a visit to the Gurudwara (if u have read my old posts u will know I have turned into a half-Sikh already – courtesy H). We light candles there and pray to Babaji.<br /><br />So its like, H knows about the Hindu Hymns through me and she (H) helps me understand the prayers read at the Gurudwara.<br /><br />I had made dinner at home this time because I was home first from work. I made semolina halwa, lentils, brown rice and pasta. Yeah pasta on Diwali because I felt for it!!<br /><br />This time it was the coldest day of the month and it actually snowed! I was out in the snow moving around candles so that they don’t blow out. When I came back into the house I was looking like a Santa Clause myself with fake beard & moustache from the snow flakes. My skull cap had turned white from cream and all I had to say was the traditional Ho-Ho-Ho.<br />Diwali celebrated Christmas way!<br /><br />The high wind factor couldn’t mellow down the festive mood. We had friends over for meal and the day ended beautifully way past midnight.<br />Diwali is still my favourite festival will always be!<br /><br />NB: Oh! and did I tell u about my new boots I got on Diwali day after like a real long impatient wait. Well, that has to come in as a seperate blog, a very interesting story to order my boots.Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-25999980611610363902008-11-07T16:02:00.001+05:302008-11-09T16:05:39.642+05:30Chessington Adventure ParkHave you seen 2 grown up kids … here lemme introduce you to the 2 gorgeous ladies who are game for almost anything when together … I mean come on ... who wants to go to an adventure park all dolled up to test adrenalin rush …<br />Yeah, its ‘US’ again … me and my girlfriend H … imagine we getting up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning to get ready for rides!!!!<br />And esp when we say we don’t enjoy rides and all that heart racking effect they leave when ur on them …<br />but well well … it’s the annual Diwali meeting from my company and it’s a perfect excuse for a great get together for all its UK employees!!!<br />I was allowed to get a family member with me and H is the only family I have in UK … She comes as a package with me and I am inadvertently her package !!!!<br />So we being the sport and perfect team players decide to go.<br /><br />Now, let’s walk into our house at 7:00 on this saturday morning … its chaotic …. Both of us at the mirror with our mascara, Blush-on, gloss and all the works … Half of the wardrobe is out and we are still not sure on what each one is wearing. The Hair straightner is sitting in the corner and is flicked to ON.<br /><br />Okay the UK weather is quite unpredictable so we planned to carry our big bags stuffed with umbrellas and shawls … Its better to be overdressed than underdressed … that’s the first thing you learn to beat the UK weather.<br /><br />Took a while but then dressed up in the best girlie outfits with our flats and overcoats we were all set to rock the Chessington Adventure Park.<br />Oh and did I tell that we were supposed to be there by 10:30 … that’s why we had to get up at 6:30 !!<br />Whats that strange look on your face for now ?<br />We were supposed to be there in a presentable way so we had to get up a bit early like some 5 hrs in advance to get ready !!<br />Phew!<br />Now all ‘presentable’ and ready to enjoy the rides we reached at 10:15 to collect our tickets and lunch pass (we had already decided we wont do many rides and leave around 1600 hrs. The park closes at 2000 hrs)<br /><br />The fun begins now …<br />Let me introduce you to the Park before I begin writing any more about our adventure in the fun filled park<br />http://www.chessington.com/plan_your_trip/chessington_map.asp?css=2<br /><br />As you can see from the map link above, the whole park is divided into some ten parts/zones which have rides and refreshments.<br /><br />At 10:15 we were amongst a few excited souls to enter the park and so we decided to begin by taking a stroll of the park: SAFARI SKYWAY – a simple train ride which takes us around the whole park and gives us a good overhead view of all the rides in general.<br /><br />So like many others we decided on a few rides and marked others as IMPOSSIBLE!<br />Our starting point was a decent and lady like ride called SEA STORM – a boat ride which goes up and down like waves in a circular fashion quite close to the ground. We didn’t realise that it does spins once in a while to add that extra effect!<br /><br />That’s the last I remember about the sophisticated ladies in us!<br />Shouting (decibel reading was well above the recommended levels) and Giggling (enough to give any kid a tough competition that day) we entered into the world of adventurous rides.<br /><br />That’s us H & me … Two naughty fun loving pals for life!<br /><br />A little fast forward required here … So while I roll the reel let me tell u we managed to finish all THE 25-30 rides and did many twice or even thrice!<br /><br />Oyeeeee … Stop the reel … yeah that’s the BLACK BUCCANEER – a long boat which goes from one point to the another in the air to cover a complete 180 degree – I hated it to the bits … with gurgling stomach, jumping heart, tears rolling down my cold and numb face, the intermittent shrieks, laughs, shouts and donno what not!<br />I was d first to jump off it vowing never to try that again ever in my life<br />(A very ironical statement I made!)<br /><br />Next ride was VAMPIRE RIDE – a ride which takes u round in the air with you strapped to a chair and legs hanging loose … well, it looked scary but we picked it up because it had d longest queue, which means its popular, and we thought it will give us enough time to recoup from the previous Buccaneer experience!<br />My heart was doing more than the regular lub-dub at that moment!<br /><br />Wow … I loved Vampire ride and H hated it .. she was in d same state as I was when I got off the Buccaneer … so we both had a ride we vowed not to repeat ever in life .. H loved what I hated and vice versa …<br />We then did quite a few other rides here and there … enjoyed most of them and had developed a tough heart by then!<br /><br />It was past 1 o’clock in the afternoon when we decided to lunch which wasn’t worth mentioning about except that we loved the Profiteroles and our tea!<br /><br />Now we knew we had to give rides a break with our stomach full so we went towards the animal zoo followed by the SEA LIFE CENTRE and CREEPY CAVES … all was fun and quite educative. Most of the fishes were mating and the Pythons were all in pairs! Learnt about the display of affection !<br />Lions, Tigers, Panthers, Orang-utans, Seals, Insects, Reptiles, Lizards – you name it and we saw it … really enjoyed the walk and learning about so many different species, their habitat and the sheer pleasure of looking at them.<br /><br />HOCUS POCUS HALL was Halloween special : A 3-D scary dungeon where u enter with the 3-D glasses (sitting comically on ur eyes covering most of the face) in a group of 6-7 people made to walk through the hall in a line. Your hand on the shoulder of the person in front of you like school days, the only thing missing was the teacher shouting ‘Finger on ur lips children!’<br />We were d last in d line so u can imagine we got bored to death in there. The effect of all the excitement and fun was over by the time it reached us!<br /><br />We now were ready to start with our remaining rides – RUNAWAY TRAIN(we almost fell off to sleep), RATTLESNAKE(which rattled H’s entire body) and all the others. It was almost 4 pm when we took a break for our green tea dose; after washing down 2 cups each, we felt rejuvenated to check the map for left over rides before we wind up and leave for the day.<br />So we started with BUBBLE WORKS – a cute safari through bubble making process which ends beautifully under a canopy of water fountain, CUTE is the word!<br /><br />It was 5 and we decided to leave after doing the last ride which was the Elephant Ride … yeah a kiddies ride on elephant going in circles with an option to force the elephant to go up and down … our elephant didn’t go up even after repeated tries on the push button! I guess to remind us it was a kiddies ride!!! So we just ended up going in circles … that still didn’t stop us from enjoying and laughing the ride…<br />That’s us – full of life!<br />H what will happen when we go for our Europe backpacking trip!<br />Oh! I am sure when the 2 of us are together it will be fun....a definite rocking safari!<br /><br />Its 6 in the evening and we decide its time to head home …. We are going towards the exit when we pass Vampire ride … my eyes flicker and H is all NO NO<br />Next we remember being in the queue … isn’t H a sweet heart<br />H came in against her wishes because I wanted to do the Vampire ride one more time and ofcourse we have to do everything together!<br />But then its H after all … just when our turn for the ride came she put her foot down and the Akashwani (H’s golden words) goes ‘We do Vampire then we do Buccaneer as well’<br />Valid enough – if she does a ride she hates I do the same!<br />That’s us … either it’s a NO from both of us or it’s a yes from us!<br /><br />So it was fun with vampire ride but when the ride ended, I wanted to elope somehow …. Made enough attempts to loose r way to buccaneer but you have to know H by now!<br />After all d convincing & pestering into doing something against my will, she had me say YES for the Black Buccaneer<br />Quote “Get that fear outta you babe!” Unquote<br />We sat at the extreme end of the boat and I remember my shouts and squeaks but when it was all over... I couldn’t believe what I did!!!<br />I actually requested for a second round and H had to force me from going for the third round.<br />I guess the fear went away a bit too quickly … I love Buccaneer and H loved the Vampire by now<br />Aren’t we cute little kiddies!<br /><br />Now what, we were back in the spirit and so we started again … Sea Storm here we come...<br />Did that for 3 times back to back and left when the ride closed. It was 7:30 now and most of the rides were closing. It was getting dark and we were laughing on our achievements of the day; the thought that we had decided to leave at 5 ….<br />Anyways, we still had 30 min before the park closed and guess what we did … a few more rides …. H & I together are always a deadly combination, and I can vouch that most of the People working at Chessington Park knew us towards the end of the day. Who wont with all the excitement bubbling out of us, the smiles to try a difficult ride, the enthusiasm of achieving the target ride!<br /><br />The day came to an end happily @ 9:30 when we reached home. Sunday was a lazy one as our bodies needed rest but our dreams were full of Chessington rides for the whole of next week!<br /><br />God, thanks for introducing this beautiful heart into my family.<br />H, thanks for being my family.Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-77147102677025050282008-11-05T22:01:00.003+05:302008-11-06T01:09:03.414+05:30I learn every dayPhew … I am glad the nightmare is over !<br />Though the dreams reccur once in a while but then<br />‘Prevention is better than cure’<br />The dreams keep me on my toes<br /><br />I learnt the hard way ….. it’s a big bad world outside …<br />All I can think this minute is the song from the movie ‘Ek Ajnabi’<br /><br />Danger Danger<br />Stranger is danger<br />Watch it<br />Mama told me don’t be talking to stranger<br />Stranger Stranger<br />Stranger is danger<br />Danger DangerNamzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-43283832715429290632008-07-08T00:50:00.002+05:302008-07-12T12:18:10.179+05:30The ever-optimistic Tina, is thanks to her friends<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Everyone goes through the lowest phase of one's life and so did I ... though it happened in quite a few years for me ....<br />And then my darling H came to my rescue ... Thanks H for bringing such beautiful lines to my life<br /><br /><em>'To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.' When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.<br />'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.'<br /></em><br />It is true that you always get to know about your true friends in the most trying times .... and after these 2day "Low Period" I know one thing for sure<br /><br />Someone up there surely loves me ... I am blessed with so many good friends ... Thanks God!!<br /><br />I was told once that on your death bed if you can think of one good friend in your life you should be thankful to the almighty and I wanna thank him with both hands for blessing me with a bunch ..<br />Thanks H, M, M, N for being with me during the most difficult times I experienced ...<br /><br />Yippy, I am back to my optimistic, bubbly, positive energy oozing girl ...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hey World, Terrific Tina is back in command !!</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-50703278843407537782008-06-25T14:55:00.004+05:302008-12-11T12:13:53.790+05:30Where is my doggie gone ?????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_y4R9xJ43YfGOEPg76HKUfyrLs5YjZgXqkmgCaBPLW4AA7MgxHWTsahtcTpaJP12wN6v9B8fNRL0eFeETA-e86Wr-tBeQFqqOK0acHQgeUWzep7gxBjF-SldOlMjaWe8rd60OzpxLf2a/s1600-h/alice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216102720955309170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_y4R9xJ43YfGOEPg76HKUfyrLs5YjZgXqkmgCaBPLW4AA7MgxHWTsahtcTpaJP12wN6v9B8fNRL0eFeETA-e86Wr-tBeQFqqOK0acHQgeUWzep7gxBjF-SldOlMjaWe8rd60OzpxLf2a/s320/alice.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">I need a dog .... <em>canis lupus familiaris</em> </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">they are such nice snuggly breathing pillows .. and i so need one ... </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">To revive my lost spirit while studying</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">To feel the true warmth when I cuddle them</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">To look into those large mesmerising eyes full of love</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Yeah I know the excitement when ur pet leaps n jumps on you when u return home.......... true euphoria .... all your tiredness just washes away in those moments of togetherness ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I miss my <em>german shepherd ... my alsation ... my Alice </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My true companion !</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Muah Muah Alice .... God Bless You !</span></div>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-54059690566739757162008-06-23T22:04:00.004+05:302008-06-25T15:55:22.948+05:30Sardarji 12 baj gaye !<span style="color:#3333ff;">The other day I was browsing through the Internet pages and stumbled across this wonderful piece of information; couldn’t help myself and hence comes this blog. </span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">This blog brings the true meaning of <em>"Sikh-12o’clock"</em> teasing into the limelight. A many thanks to whosoever researched on this in the first place … a very enlightening one!<br /><br />During 17th Century, when Hindustan was ruled by Mughals, the Hindus were humiliated and tortured like animals. Mughals treated the Hindu women as their own property and were forcing Hindus to accept Islam and used to kill those who refused to accept. That time, the ninth Guru, <strong>Sri Guru Teg Bahadurji</strong> came forward, in response to the request of some Kashmiri Pandits, to fight against all these cruel activities. Guruji told the Mughal emperor that if the emperor succeeds in converting the Guruji to Islam, all the Hindus would accept the same. But, if the emperor fails, he will stop all conversion activities.<br />The Mughal emperor happily agreed to this. Guruji, along with his other four fellow members, was tortured and mistreated. Since the Mughals were unable to convert Guruji to Islam he and his followers were assassinated and Guruji sacrificed his life for the protection of Hindu religion.<br /><br />Can anybody lay down his life and that too for the protection of anotherreligion? This is the reason he is still remembered as <em>"Hind Ki Chaddar", The Shield of India</em>.<br /><br />None of the people, for whom Guruji laid down his life, came forward to lift his body, fearing that they would also be assassinated. Seeing this incident our 10th Guruji, <strong>Sri Guru Gobind Singhji</strong> (Son of Guru Teg Bahadarji) founder of khalsa made a resolution to give birth to a new cult (followers), who will not be able to hide themselves and could be easily located in thousands. Thus came into existence the <em>“beard & moustache men”</em>!<br /><br />At the start, the Sikhs were very few in numbers but as the fight against the Mughal emperors took momentum many joined into this special cult. At that time, Nadir Shah raided Delhi and was carrying the treasures and thousands of Hindu women along with him outside the country.<br />The news spread like a fire and was heard by <strong>Sardar Jassa Singh</strong> who was the Commander of the Sikh army at that time. He decided to attack Nadir Shah's Kafila at midnight. He did so and rescued everything; the Hindu women were safely sent back home. It didn't happen once but thereafter whenever any outsider attacked the country (to carry the treasures or Hindu women along with them for selling in their markets) the brave Sikh army, although fewer in number, attacked them at midnight 12 O'clock.<br /><br />After that time whenever any similar incidence occurred, people started to contact the Sikh army for their help and Sikhs used to attack at Midnight, 12 O'clock.<br /><br />Nowadays, people say that at 12 O'clock, the Sikhs go out of their senses, but I say thankfully to their madness that we are still the nation we are.<br />So when next time you hear someone say those lines <em>‘sardarji 12 baj gaye’</em> just think, smile and thank the founders of this cult for their sacrifices for the Indian community! </span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-9609284805541189872008-05-14T19:15:00.000+05:302008-05-14T19:16:59.601+05:30The ‘Weekend’ WeekdayRead the tile as ‘The fun filled weekday … the weekday which looks & feels like a weekend and ends with a hope of another similar day!<br /><br />You all know H by now … my flat mate n the other member of ‘The Little Rocking Gang’ …. yeah yeah ... the 2 member gang ..........<br />It doesn’t take us long to shun our ladylike demur image into the notorious kids, the moment we step into our home … <br /><br />Like everyone we always try not to have long evenings on weekdays esp. the start of the week but unlike everyone we always have the longest evenings on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays!<br />Yeah, and each day is fun filled … I am sure we don’t even know what ‘Monday Blues’ refers to … we believe in ‘Paint the whole week red’<br /><br />Yup, our long word day ends with a fashion parade at home, capturing each other in the best outfits, mix-match of accessories to go with a new outfit or long pillow talks about cosmetics, makeup & latest fashion trends <br /><br />Every morning is greeted with a zest to begin a new work day full of 100% effort to full fill our little dreams and hopes …. The career woman is back in command!Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-90913317129187437462008-01-07T17:02:00.001+05:302008-11-09T22:36:06.023+05:30The Boiler Mishap<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">After some 2-3 hrs travel from a weekend away, all you need is the warmth and comfort of your bed to sleep away all the tiredness; a well researched way to get up to a fresh and smiling <em>Monday Morning!</em><br /><br />Let me start with my entry into the house …. The gorgeously smiling face of my dear flat mate H, greeted me at the door and the hug was exactly what I needed then.<br /><br />The last I had seen her was on Friday early morning and so it was obvious we had loads to talk and chat. Starting with the fashion parade from the weekend shopping interspaced with our little chatty sessions <em>(we both can never get enough of talks and the topics range from Movies & Cricket to Shopping & Food)</em> we gradually shifted to the <em>Tiramisu</em> … yummy !<br /><br />Yup, I got some veg snacks n tiramisu for my darling ‘vegetarian’ Roomie <em>(Aargh, an extra load to drag with my already bulky luggage)</em> while I hogged on my non veg bits …. Still talking when H bought forward the most feared topic … the central heating was on n working properly but not our room heaters …. Boiler guys were to come in the next day and so we were supposed to leave r rooms unlocked for them to have a look the next day … Understandable!!! …<br /><br />With hot water bottle sneaked under my duvet, I tucked it on all sides before jumping into my beloved and much missed bed … ;-)<br /><br />Tick Tock … Tick Tock … Tick Tock<br /><em>(special effects to show the seconds which passes before the grand finale started)</em><br /><br />Lady H enters my room, jumps over me (literally) and starts fiddling with my heater … she n her ideas … well the amateur technician at work … it didn’t take long for the room to start filling with acidic fumes<br /><br />Yup, she turned a few knobs n the heater gave in !!!!<br /><br />Water sprinklers were all around … my bed, window curtains, H herself were all bathed in that greenish-blue coloured water, while I was still tucked under my duvet - eyes popping out in disbelief …<br /><br />Quickly coming back into my senses, I jumped out of my warm comfort and the first thing I remember doing was pulling my duvet away from the vicinity of my <strong>Roomie’s blessings</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><em> (the stinking water)<br /></em><br />No I was not angry at H, for I love her enough to control my temper towards her but it didn’t stop me from giving her those cold stares once in a while. My landlady (we call her auntie) had given this idea to her and so the 2 ladies were in my room trying to control the <em>‘out of control’</em> situation …<br /><br />Anyways, after a while which did look like a decade to me … our landlord came in<em> [to rescue my room and my sleep from the situation</em>]. While he was at work I could fathom his venomous whispering to H n auntie to wake him from his slumber<br /><br />Again, understandable as no amateur fiddles with unknown areas at 11 in the night ??? and though I didn’t mind him<em><strong> ‘talking loudly’</strong></em> to auntie, it was not quite right for him to be rude to H … ofcourse I wanted to take that privilege :-)<br /><br />Landlord’s and H’s <em>“hard work”</em> got the situation under control but my room was no more like any habitable place<br /><br />It was almost 12 when I jumped into H’s bed with a hope to get that much awaited warmth of <strong>MY</strong> bed sometime soon !!<br /><br />Oh and all this wont stop H from experimenting with the heater n boiler the next time it goes out of work !<br />That’s just her and so the moral of the story : lock your room when you go to bed to avoid trespassers into your territory ….<br /><br />H if you are reading this, I will still introduce you as my sweetest and bestest friend … babe, we both rock together!! <em>(minus the boiler)</em></span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-71598208827282450342007-08-16T16:05:00.000+05:302007-08-16T16:09:26.980+05:30Gurudwara Social Service<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;">The effect of staying with a Sikh family is slowly BUT steadily showing off in me!<br /><em>“Chak – de - Phatte”</em><br /><br />I stay in Hounslow and the centre of attraction of the area is this massive and beautiful gurudwara – a Sikh place of worship.<br />Harry goes there daily and I love the <em>desi ghee ka halwa</em> she gets for me … absolutely sumptuous<br /><br />Yesterday after a long wait I called Harry to find her whereabouts as she was not back from office and it was way past her regular time. The lady was in the gurudwara doing the voluntary service of serving food to the people –<em> langar</em><br /><br />Oh and yes our gurdwara serves 3 meals a day, every day of the year, free for anyone and everyone – and you do see a lot of Europeans in our Gurudwara!<br /><br />Coming back to my dear Harry, <em>chunni</em> over her head, was busy serving food, flashing that gorgeous smile of hers which increased when she saw me (I required a lot of convincing over the phone to get out of my night dress and come out of the house when it was pouring heavily - She thought I will never make it)<br /><br />All that Hello and Hi was enough to make us start one of our long chatty sessions – the never ending ones.<br />She served me <em>langar</em> which needless to say tastes next to what a mother can cook … nothing can beat it!<br /><br />Once I was over with my dinner, I took over from her to do the service while she eats her dinner. Yes, I did service in the gurudwara …<br />I REPEAT: I stay with a Sikh family …<br /><br />I have done community service before but this was a very different experience in itself. It is not easy to serve food into someone’s plate especially when you don’t know the persons taste and appetite.<br /><br />You have to name the dish being served, then serve as requested (quantity and the exact place in the plate :-) ), remember the rules of quantity management and you should always be polite - inspite of who is on the other side being served.<br /><br />I also served people who understood only Punjabi or a strange dialect they called English … Sign language comes to aid then ;-)<br /><strong><em>* Other Option</em></strong>: Start talking real fast n loud with a big gleaming smile on your face … serve everything then<br /><br />I slept peacefully yesterday … No, not because of what you are thinking but because I was quite tired after those hrs of standing to serve food ;-)</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-38684873364548738322007-08-15T13:03:00.000+05:302007-08-15T13:04:57.133+05:30Happy 60th Independence Day<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It’s the 60th anniversary to our independence and here we are busy voting for “Whether the Independence day holds any importance to the youths as it held for our forefathers?”<br /><br />And then when I get over my initial agitation to the question, I sit back and think: “DO I?”<br /><br />Till a week back, all I thought to do on this 15 August is to take the Pearson Language Assessment English Field test 2007, to report to the centre on time and to carry all the required documents. Yes, I now know the importance of the poll question … so what will be my answer to it …… Yes, No, Can’t Say ……<br /><br />I remember when we were kids; it was one of my favourite days … dressed up in that crisp white uniform, standing infront of the proud fluttering Indian Flag, hoisted by our principal, and singing our national anthem in one voice, trying to grasp each and every word of it!<br /><br />I remember when I saw the movie on Gandhi and the struggle for Independence I had wept; I remember my father humming a few of those patriotic songs for us and we trying to copy him<br /><br />I remember the proud glint in my eyes when I used to see dad hoisting the National flag in his unit in his wonderful OG uniform (Olive Green).<br /><br />I have grown up now and my work has taken me away from my parents and away from my country many a times. But yes I still do remember … remember that 15th August was more than a holiday for me.<br /><br />The Independence Day held its importance when I was young and now when I am not a young girl, my priorities have changed and so has my enthusiasm for the day ….<br /><br />But does that really mean than the day holds no importance for me and the youth of the country in general?</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-86621368237543865042007-08-14T18:39:00.000+05:302007-08-14T18:46:07.921+05:30Proud to be an Indian<span style="color:#000000;"><strong>"Every baby step India takes in achieving anything enhances my identity"</strong></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Former Miss Universe (India) Sushmita Sen</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">in Times of India 14 Aug 2007</span></em>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-84570470014975824402007-08-13T21:19:00.001+05:302008-11-09T22:36:48.752+05:30Perseid Meteor Shower - 13 Aug 2007 0300hrs<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">10:30 on a Sunday night when you are all set to jump into your bed because it’s Monday morning the next day, suddenly you remember – hey! When is that meteor shower supposed to happen? … after numerous futile attempts on the internet you assume you missed it the last night .. How does it feel if you get to know you can actually see the meteor shower!<br /><br />It goes Balle Balle ...<br />Oye Hoye Shava Shava<br />Oye Hoye Balle Balle<br /><br />(I am staying with a Sikh family these days )<br /><br />My dear flatmate Harpreet (aka Harry) and I switched on the tele in the last hope of catching some glimpse of the shower in the news telecast and Ho Ho Ho there it says … “The meteor shower will be at its peak at 3:00 am and visible to the naked eye. One does not need a telescope to view the wonderfully clear night sky, showering us with its own crackers”<br /><br />All decided we both set our alarms to 2:30 am and promise to make sure we wake each other ….. an EXTREMELY difficult task !<br /><br />Zzzzzzzzz …. Zzzzzzzzzzzz …. Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ….. Trrrrrrrrrrrrr and the alarm goes off …<br /><br />Beat this, both of us have never jumped out of our beds without snoozing the alarm for atleast 4-5 times and here all armed with r jumpers and shawls we made r way quietly to our little garden to view the shooting stars at the first sound of the alarm … enthusiasm makes u do wonderfully strange things!<br /><br />Quietly because our landlady is a very light sleeper and we never wanted her to get up for all obvious reasons!<br /><br />Hell! Did u check the direction … NO and you .. ;-(<br />Hmmm … now … you look this side and I will check the other side … 2:35 … 2:40 … 2:45 … hey hey Harry I saw one there … where which direction ….. Pause … 2:50 … 2:55<br />Sorry, may be it was my imagination or was it a plane (we stay very close to Heathrow)<br /><br />Hey there see one more and another and yet another … and then suddenly a beautiful big spark goes across the sky and we both were mesmerized …. The frequency was like 1-2 per minute but the moonless clear sky made sure we didn’t miss even a single one of those beautiful shooting stars which could fulfil all r wishes. I actually didn’t miss any opportunity and made a different wish on every shooting star I saw … If I believe the myth then, I should be a happy content girl this whole year even if half of them come true ;-)<br /><br />Well after straining r necks for what seemed like a decade we decided to retire in r respective rooms … it was 3:25 already and I was supposed to get up at 5:30 to make it to the office in time .. PHEW !<br /><br />I enter my room and there out of my window I see another of those bright streaks across the sky and then what … both of us were at the window once again straining r necks to get few remaining wishes fulfilled as well !!<br /><br />Ladies … can they be ever satisfied … huh!<br /><br />Anyways, after numerous tries to convince each other to sleep both of us fell on the bed there itself and dozed off to sleep, with a smile on r face, as quickly as we got up .. not to forget the pillow and duvet fights because Harry was feeling too lazy to leave my room and climb into her bed … so both of us slept on my queen size bed !<br />Oh! She is a sweetheart … just a bit LAZY like me ;-)</span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158632481278487384.post-60465328196045552892007-08-03T16:05:00.000+05:302007-08-03T16:06:04.991+05:30Its Summers at Last<span style="color:#009900;">After months of those cold breezy days, continuous rains and cloudy skies, finally we get to see the sun … Hurray! Summers are here … its August and we have a week of sunshine as per the UK forecast (a mysterious department which manages to forecast incorrectly majority of the time … not this time PLEASE)<br /><br />So there you go you see sale everywhere and people out without those bulky jackets and shawls …. Shoes are a passé and flip flops are in vogue!<br />I so hate to cover my toes … they need to breathe a little ... Don’t they?<br /><br />The hair saloons are busy … blonde is the new black …. Hair are getting short<br />And yes those gorgeous dresses are back …. I absolutely love wearing skirts … they make you look so feminine<br /><br />Oh! And I so wish that the forecast is wrong about the next week … let the summers continue<br /><br />Rain Rain go away<br />Come again another day<br />The whole Britain wants to play<br />Rain Rain go away! </span>Namzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06892725994782724206noreply@blogger.com0