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Careful!

I can feel each muscle in my body!
My legs are shaking as I walk.
Dance... is not going to be easy!

But the good part is: I am not going to give up this one time!

Why does it happen to me ?

I had a super day

Durga is back is my life and I'm EXTREMELY kicked about it!
I must confess I really missed her!
Regular calls, mails and IM, and good life - that's Dugi...

Ruks called today (to ask about my 'reproductive system') - we both are doing fine it seems :)
Been a good day.

I got a brand new haircut by Karma. She so super that it's almost like magic! But the haircut rates are now 600 bucks - that hurt! I also got manicure done with a bright pink nailpaint. My manicure sssions always make me feel unwomanly. I guess I have that gene missing that's coded with the info that one has to wait after a nailpaint session. I am all over the place, and needless to say I spoilt the paint for my right hand.

Another funny bit: my sweetheart generously offered me free cosmetic shopping.
Just when I was going through a virtual Chambor catalogue, he says, "Don't worry, it's on me - 500 bucks!!!"
For a secong I didn't know if I were to feel bad for me or him.
I am sure the poor guy does not know the world of cosmetics yet.
Few things marriage teaches men I believe... sigh...

Until then, let me rack my brains as to what exactly I can buy in 500 bucks: why waste money, you see... :)

Faith

What you're going to read now is a mail that a friend's friend wrote to him.
Seems there is still hope for this world.

Ive been in rough shape for a REALLY long time, and still havent lost faith.I have no home of my own in georgia, or my own vehicle, ever since myex the one i was to marry screwed me over my life has been up and
down.... but it WILL get better...keep your head up buddy and lose it all, but NEVER your faith!

Jerks...

My blog will soon start sounding self-obsessive.
But this is what happens when one is lonely perhaps.

I've been pretty unhappy about some things lately, some people... should I say?
I've been thinking as to why.
What happens actually is when you (read I) are lonely, you tend to compromise. There are somethimes these pangs - of going out, of watching a movie, or just talking to somebody. Your friends are not around and you have to make do with what you have, which is usually sucky. By sucky I do not mean really sucky, I mean as compared to people you are used to being friends with, these guys, just kind of... well.. suck.
But since you are so lonely (read desperate), you don't mind hanging around them. Even sometimes sucking up so much in the process that you discover a side of you that perhaps Madam Curie could have taken as radium - it's so alien and unlike anything you've known yourself to be.
And what happens one fine day that one of these people just stands up and says something in such a ridiculously nasty manner, that you don't feel pissed, you feel stupid!
And may be sad coz you know that on a perfectly normal sunny day, these guys won't have had a chance in your life, but here you are listening to their smart alec-y- comments and wondering if it was loneliness or myopia that made you overlook certain things in a person.

Well, the point is, it happened to me today and I feel like a jerk.

Sometimes life is not fair.
And at such times I feel very lonely...

Only thing to lose is weight?

So there I go again with weighty issues.
But not to miss the wonderful reason this time.

35 people from Danceworx will go to Delhi in December.
People as in 'good dancers'.

So I think to be able to be a good dancer I must tone up.
And NO, fat people do NOT make good dancers!

They want to look smashing but love handles are the only smashing things on their bodies, with jiggling tummy next in line. Arrrghh....

So there... and in the end even if I do not make it to Delhi I would have only my weight to lose, and I will definitely be a beter dancer!

OK - I know i'll feel terrible if I don't make it :(

Happiness

...is also DANCE.
Dance as in Street Jazz...
And street jazz with none other than Ashley Lobo who founded Danceworx and one of the leading dancers in India. Hmm not bad, eh?

I have ALWAYS wanted to learn with Ashley and these classes are one of the best things to have happened to me!

Let's just say I'm happy. Can't say the same about my muscles though :)

Happiness...

sometimes is a fluffy kitten and some sunshine...

I am sorry, Mr Sanghvi...

I did something yesterday that will upset Mr. (Vir) Sanghvi gravely.
I went for dinner with my mom to this place (with lovely food) called Harmony.

What I ended up eating will not go down very well with any self-respecting food writer.
My regular pasta salad was of course the first on the list.
Simce mama wanted to have Indian, we decided to order stuffed kulchas with daal makhanwala.
And since I was eating out after a long(...er-ish) time, I just had to order risotto.

Every thing was fine until we realised that mom wanted to have rice and we were too full to order any more steamed rice. What she simply did was to serve herself some risotto and GENEROUSLY POURED THE DAAL ON IT.

Well, after making close to 153 faces, I decided what the heck!... nobody is watching me (not Mr. Sanghvi particularly!) , and tried some from her plate and viola!! Not bad!

And the rest is history.

Well, on that note, Mr. Sanghvi should dine with my father some day.

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Some days are long. They begin and just go on. Night falls but takes away a part of you with morning. It feels hollow. I miss some people. People is it? I miss something. I miss my freedom. That freedom, which was two rooms away, or somewhere right there... in that corner on the left. I have all means of communication possible in the modern world. And yet I cannot connect. A phone rings in a distant place and that's all I hear.

What is making me unhappy? Something that does not lend itself to physicality. I can feel it but it does not show itself to me. I have people who love me and yet, it seems so far away.What do I want? Something. Something, I am sure. But what? what is it that's eluding me? I am tired, very tired. I have beem running after it not knowing what is it, where is it. But I know it's there. How much more desperate do I have to be to know it.

I remember what Ruks told me long long time ago: "You don't want it bad enough."
I do Ruks, this time I do.

Shopping Time!

Well...I think red nail paint is one of the best things money can buy.
One of the shortest cuts to feel like a diva on a rainy day.
Needless to say all this gyan is the result of my weekend nailpaint shopping.

I tried most brands across the counter and I think streetwear has the best stuff.
They have the neatest shades, and since I am not to glitterey a person, I freaked on their matt range.

And also, they're affordable! So until I find a stupid lovestruck RICH NRI (or a musician :P) for myself, I dont think I'd like to blow up my hard-earned money on those Page 3 prices.

I picked three shades:

Fiery Femme (No 18 Streetwear) MRP: Rs 50

Happy Hour Ritu Beri (No D222 Lakme) MRP: Rs. 65

Happy Hour Ritu Beri (No D518Lakme) MRP: Rs. 65

And then... I bought myself something I've been trying to lay my hands on for ages... A CHERRY RED LIPSTICK!!

Well, it's rather difficult to explain the root cause of the divine excitement it can cause to mere mortals, but it's Cool!

Hmm... nice work, girl :)

And beore I forget, since we are on the topic of shopping... my new shoes laydies!

They are these phurrrfect tiny heels that I can wear to work!
They go pretty well with anything - skirt, jeans, Indianwear...

Ah, not bad!

Back Back Back!

Well, long time.
So many reasons that I can start a new blog on that. (Who's reading this anyway! :D)
So, finally when my internet is working here's a lowdown of my life in the past fotnight:

1. The PCO sonography came normal. I am better than what I was last year according to the reports. And well... that's another story that I need to lose 5Kgs in three months! But I'm happy to know I'm better...so that.

2. I got a promotion... well, it felt weird to get one coz seriuosly I don't know what to make out of other people telling me I'm doing my job well..but then..I don't mind making some extra bucks.

3. I HATE doing celebrity events and I hate Arnab Goswami! (Go figure!)

Brow Bloopers

Ok, so I wasn't too well for sometime, and as probably happens to any bedridden woman, my eyebrows looked sicker than me!

So one fine evening I decided to give them a life too (and get one myself in the process!)
As fate would have it, my cat's (OK she'll be adressed by her cat name from now on - Nattu) food had got over and it had been pouring, so the food guy said he can't come.

Since the poor girl was anyway on the verge of finishing her last palettes, someone (guess who?) had to go and fetch her food. So I had strict instructions from my otherwise I'll-throw-Nattu-out-of-this-house mom to get her food quickly.

But like said, my eyebrows were my prime motive to go out, I set out. It was 7 pm on a rainy day when I reached my prissy parlour, which I hate coz for some godforesaken reason the parlour lady insists on calling me baaabyy... whatever!

So I sat in that chair and she uttered her usual first words - "baby catch." (which in her Bandra English means I should 'hold' my brows so she can thread them.) And as fate would have it yet again (!) no sooner did she finish doing my right eye brow, the electricity went off!!

Now, for the benefit of my non-Mumbai readers, a significant amount and number of forces need to come together for the electricity to go off like that in Bombay, and that too in the posh place that I stay in. It's only off late that Bombay has started sharing the same status a the rest of India in this regard.

Coming back to my plight, not only did the electricity go off, that smart woman smiles at me lovingly and says, "Come tomorrow baby, I'll do the other one also."

And I was like, "What??? Are you crazy? You want me to go out looking like this??" "What to do baby, no light I have", she replies. "Here it is Synthia!", a voice said from inside.

After 5 minutes, during which she decided that there's still some hope since it was twilight and pulling a chair out in the open, I found something burning next to my cheeks. I opened my eyes to see the wretched candle right NEXt to my eye. Well, I didn't expect myself to react like that, but the next thing I know was the candle was on the ground...

I was like, God...ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Then finally after giving my grey cells a good run, I asked her to use the Mobile light to clean up my other eyebrow. Smart ehh?

And if you think this is it, I opened my eyes to a lot of strange face looking at me, forming a curious circle around me - the watchman, some servamt-type character, Garcia's delivery boy, one chotu kid and a chiawalah.

P.s - I still found the cat food shop open.