Much celebrated 'blogging'

I think there are certain waves flowing in abundance at particular times. Similarly there are phases in life when certain activities enjoy more of your time than others. Like I would play a carrom game every possible evening with dad, bro n sis some time back. Being a winning team used to matter so much. There are lot of things we pick up while we grow, if we enjoy we continue with some of them and it reaches its peak before it gradually starting to fade down. A rare few stay with us as a part of life for ever though in addition to the experiences and memory ofcourse. 

Of late it has been the blogworld for me.. Blogging to me is an extension of my diary with some modifications obviously. While I didnt want me to be read by many I was curious to know others via their blogs. I know the blogs might not be about the the real people but I enjoy the different way of writing and expressing mundane stuff, so initially I tried clicking 'next blog' which is the 3rd button on the blogger page and just read them randomly if I could read them that is. Not all bloggers write in english for that matter. If I like a particular writing style or content somewhere, I quickly put some sort of bookmark so i revisit those blogs. wait i think its called blogrolling them and there is even a feature to let such blogowners know that we follow n like their blogs. I this its cool.. Now thats the fun of computers and internet. I recently learnt that writing about blogging in the blog is called metablogging (if i remember correctly) so I see its a big world with some fancy terms involved already. 

The want of being heard or the feeling of just venting out for the sake of it, thinking aloud-recording it at the same time and along the way learning of some interesting add on's from people who happen to find and bother to read and thankfully add their thoughts to ours. It has its own pull. Writing does act as a therapy to so many!

I am more of a memory person than one who can visualize myself in future. Maybe because I cant articulate what i want, not even to myself in my mind. I generalize it as 'good time', yes, this is what I always keep wanting my future to be.. my boss often reiterated to me the importance of looking into future I cant be but myself. Right now I feel like trying to remember few of the waves I encountered and then conclude how boring has my life been or NOT.

-I loved collecting empty matchbox. Googled to find some matchbox names right now and I find a blogpost on them done already, the pics brought back the memory..While the object of interest keep changing, the craze of collection has remained always with me.

-Skipping a rope was like the daily soap but it was done all 7 days a week. Again, there are interesting articles about rope skipping on the net that I read through just now as I write(thanks to the time I have, to kill right now) & yes, we used to do double-tripple(2-3 ppl skipping with one rope, the middle one holding and moving the rope carefully and all three jumping in sync) & rope jumping tricks like crossover. Now skipping might have become like once in a year activity but we do have an adult's skipping rope at home & I am capable of doing 100 n more skips at one go. I will be breathless by the end of it but I still can!

oh! as I think back, I go more n more into those times and its leading to nostalgia so I drop the idea to continue.. I think I will not go on with this even for the sake of killing the time..coz i just realise i am killing myself of hunger now. So before I fix something for lunch I will just mention one more. That's 'orkutting'. I can hear my bro and hubz giggling at me on this one(I was such an addict) but I am happy I got into it for I got back in touch with so many of my old friends which was some strong old wish of mine coming true.

I conclude here with kudos to blogging for the time being. Its good for me right now. I see myself fumbling less for words. I am not here to follow any rules by the way.

Tales of a housewife..

I tried the most typical wifely thing today. guess what!

I took the roti n saag to the farms where the man of the house had been toiling in the soil err sands... yes, something on these lines I did today and had a day well spent!

& What made me do that is a story of our laziness and time miss-management but all's well that ends well, so lets not talk of that. Here is what I had cooked.

Best thing was having lunch together (you somehow dont feel like having lunch when u are alone at home) and besides that, got my visa-medical done, checked out a mall that has a sky effect created indoor and also saw another part of Dubai. The more I see it more I like it. Its an amazing land. & The weather has also been kind to me till now. So of this amazing land I was talking - Its one of the examples of what human hard work and creative mind can do to a endless desert. Green lawns, beds of flowers in all possible colors, trees wherever possible - nothing could have been a reality without the metiulous effort of people. For every filament of green life, there is a perfectly laid source of water. And I loved to see this effort bearing such beautiful fruit all around.

Coming back to the wifely thing that I did, reminds me of the blr days when this man of the house used to bring home cooked lunch to my workplace & we had some nice lunches together exploring places around my office & giving headaches to my office people with my absence :) 

2008, Travel- VOF (Day2)

on the way to Valley of Flowers and Hemkund!...

Day 2) Rudraprayag – Joshimath: (110 km)

This GMVN rest house in Rudraprayag has the best location, with most of the rooms facing the confluence of river Alaknanda and Mandakini. The two rivers coming here have different colour, speed & maybe depth but when they get into each other its such a source of energy and revival that I could have spent all the next 8 days here simply looking at the gushing water.

A relaxed morning in and a around the guesthouse with nature walk, yoga and sinful aaloo paranthas, and we were ready for a drive from Rudrapayag to Joshimath. While collecting some chips and cold drinks to avoid ydays mistake, we spotted beautiful ghasiyarans (ladies with bundle of grass-fodder for their domestic animals, on their backs)on the way who smiled sweetly at me and also posed for me to click them.

We must have reached half way through when at the sight of a small fall I asked Amit to stop and we all came out to chk it. It was a natural source of water called “BHEEMDHARA” at chamoli-gopeshwar and looked rather cool and refreshing in otherwise hot sunny afternoon. Walking around this place for a while was enough to set in the mood and these two guys jumped into the water that was chilling cold. M didn’t know swimming but still did not shy away from diving and pulling up some stunts in the water with the help of A. And I enjoyed talking their photos thoroughly.

After that the driver saw a signboard with “DON’T NAG HIM LET HIM DRIVE” written on it and came back on reverse gear to make sure each one of us had seen it too, so we had no choice but to quietly admire the striking beauty of Garwal hills which to me looked like covered with a smooth velvet sheet of green. Next stop was “VRIDH BADRI”. It comes under PanchBadri, 5 shrines of lord Vishnu (Vishal Badri –Badrinath being the main and biggest of all, Yogdhyan Badri, Bhavishya Badri, Vridha Badri, Adi Badri). The priest and care taker of that place narrated the significance of Vridh Badri to us, its the oldest of all and there is a small village setup around it where I played with a calf on our way back to the road which was 50 mtrs uphill.

The drive today was eventful I must admit. The next in line was a fully loaded truck whose driver for the lack of luck had lost its control and that caused a traffic jam on this narrow route. Every time he would accelerate, it would only move to slip back instead of moving up ahead. I guess the breaks were not working and after several trials he was now positioned in such a way that if he tried once more & failed, the truck would fall off the road straight down the hill. That indeed was scary and we prayed for safety of all at that point. The truck was being controlled/stopped by means of a brick behind the back tyres. Some fellow travellers got down, gave ideas and offered help to at least move the truck thus unblocking the way and easing the traffic. We moved on and it started drizzling then changing our frame of mind into something better.

We had planned that if we reach Joshimath before 6 pm, we will drive further to Govindghat which is 20 km ahead, the same day & save time. We were told that one cant travel between Joshimath and Govindghat throughout the day for safety and control related reasons. There are set timings when vehicles are allowed to go and we got to know that the latest in a day is 4.30pm. So we had to spend that night at Joshimath.

With no prior bookings, the evening was spent in looking around for a decent place to stay (GMVN was all booked.) and we did get a nice acco with geyser and parking for a very low cost. One takes these amenities for granted in the planes but as you go higher(at least in this part of the world), every bucket of hot water comes with a price tag. Tales of that and of charging your mobiles or camera later as you read on... Today before we slept, we had a sumptuous dinner at one of the two competing restaurants on the main road @ Joshimath, had a long walk back home- holding hand and umbrella simultaneously in rain, sat inside the warm cosy razai and chatted for long over our lives back home plus office, people we love and hate etc.

Here is a view from our room @ joshimath..

I will not spoil the attractiveness(if at all I could make it so, in words, for you) of this journey so far by mentioning that before sleeping I also had to buy a medicine to fight my irksome stomach that refuses to be healthy whenever I don’t get my luxurious home loo :( so I have to take special care while travelling. When we couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore, we went to sleep with an alarm for 5.30am. Next day was going to be tiresome with the long trek to do.

WORD OF ADVICE – Just tell yourself that you are on vacation and relax.. Keep clicking and indulge in everything that u miss doing otherwise. If your objective is to reach the destination, you can travel by any mode but the best way to enjoy the journey is when u travel by private vehicle and if you want to drive on your own, please drive carefully!! Doing some stretching exercises in between is also recommended.

2008, Travel- VOF (kick start)

Valley of Flowers and Hemkund!

This post is about THE HIGHLIGHT of our 2008 travel. Kind of “once in a life time” for me. Its about our Trek to Valley Of Flowers, which is a national park & a spectacular paradise of wild flowers in India (Uttaranchal). To begin with, let me mention that its going to be a rather long post, unless I suffer from lack of words to describe the experience OR I decide to split it into parts for better reading. All good things come at a price and here I am talking about some gruelling trekking but then the rewards make it all worth.

I will take one day at a time, it was between 9^th Aug to 16^th Aug, 08. Here is the start, the very first day.

Day 1) Delhi to Roorkee, Haridwar, Rishikesh, Devprayag, Srinagar & finally stopping at GMVN guesthouse at Rudraprayag for night stay(Here is a view from .the room we stayed in.)

It started @ around 3.30 am (*please don’t call us crazy), with me driving from our home in Naraina till that big signal at Vikas Marg. Then I gave the controls to the **driver. A stop at “Cheetal” for a misty morning walk around the deer, feeding the rabbits and having a cup of tea, then we sped on to have breakfast at roorkee. I love the bustling serenity of Haridwar, M had a vague memory of being there as a kid and A wanted to pickup some music; so we parked the car, got out for a stroll around the ghat and nearby Haridwar market area till all 3 of us were contented. After that we only stopped for photography here and there while going in reverse Ganges flow around Rishikesh. Huge mountains, thick green vegetation, terraced farming, river full of life, refreshing pure air. These were the scenes and there were also a few land slides on those sharp bends of the road. The treat to our eyes had only begun but it was already mesmerizing. The speedometer got influenced by a sign board that read “aisi bhi kya jaldi hai”. We enjoyed each moment and did not realise that we had skipped the lunch time. When hunger pangs started striking, thought of stopping at some eatery came to the minds but there was nothing in sight. To try our luck we got down to a quiet place “Jayal resort” (I didn’t know the name then, but today while writing I was being guided by the pics we took & I zoomed in this one to find it was a resort with a name too) but there was no one to attend us at the reception. After some looking around, there came a boy telling us there is nothing available, however we can pick up the mangoes fresh from the tree at the reception :).

It was raining cats n dogs in Delhi but the sun GOD was supporting our trip with a bright shine over us here, so much so that I had to put the sun shields on all the car windows to have the AC effect intact. On such trips I am the one ensuring that nobody misses the cosiness of home, you see. Anyways, the mangoes we picked up were not ripe but I still kept them inside my small home in there and we moved on, later picking up some bhajiya n samosa’s near devprayag-srinagar route and then stopped only at our destination for the day @ Rudraprayag. Prayag means confluence of rivers. We wanted to reach Rudraprayag safely before its dark and 40 km in the Garwal hills can mean anything between 2-3 hours.

We reached there at dot six pm, nice staff, not too high rentals, but wait, we thought we lost something during movement of our bags from the car to the room. was it someone’s goggles, spectacles, cell or something else, I cant recall now. Anyways, we being tired of a really long road drive (yes, inspite of the drive being so very beautiful), we took hot water bath in turns, took short naps, read the maps for the journey ahead, relaxed watching the aarti happening in the small temple at the confluence and clicking pictures and viewing those taken during the day. We unfortunately had to keep deleting the not so best ones as we were not carrying any additional data storage and had a full week ahead where we would be tempted even more to capture every view, every moment on the camera. I regretted not carrying the extra memory card but we still managed to have around 700 pics. I couldn’t even upload them all on picasa for sharing, so there were rounds of elimination and selection with the ones we clicked.

WORD OF ADVICE – keep snacks handy, sun block n shades are recommended, travel with additional storage for ur camera and book this place in advance if u wish to spend the night at Rudraprayag(which u must) and lastly, eat at the guesthouse only as outside there is no decent eating option here.

Sari n me = love n hate relation

Mum takes hardly 2 minutes to drape a sari(perfectly) and just about 5 sec to remove it as soon as the purpose of getting sari clad is over. When we were kids, me and Di used to criticise her pallu length or number of pleats. Not only this, we also had mum as the victim of our experiments on her hair - she has long nice hair and she used to be nice to let us do whatever we wished. But now(after marriage), I realise what it takes to put this otherwise elegant and beautiful and all that kind of attire on. While I did try wearing one at home few times during school days, I could never handle it properly.

On Teachers Day, when the highest class students are supposed pose and act as teachers, as a mark of respect and acknowledgement to them, all girls must wear sari- is the expectation. I feared sari so much that I found it easier to convince my maths teacher pleading that I can only wear a panjabi suit [sari n suit were the only dresses i saw my teachers wearing in our north India CBSE schools]. My sister on the other hand is an expert on this front, this being another point of j feeling which now has turned into admiration and inspiration.

Wearing sari on manu's thread ceremony around 2 years back, when I managed it the whole day made me excited and confident(I got many compliments that day :) ) but there still are times when I go back to being sad. Here is one such time. Once for Amit's friend's reception, I decided to test myself on my sari skills. I started with a pink sari that he had selected for me. Not much of surprise though. It took me more than an hour and finally changing into another simple blue sari that was easier to wear, to reach a satisfactory state of mind and head to the party. Husbands really have patience when it comes to waiting for their wives get ready. But when I saw the other wives there, flaunting those heavy designer sarees so effortlessly, I felt like hiding behind somewhere. I felt J, in the Delhi's Dec weather, these ladies had skimpy blouses and I was in a sweater!! Dont know what I should call myself for this now, boring, dull, whatever.. Sari therefore has always been a Big Deal for me. (MIL is so sweet. she has never made me feel that I am a bad DIL for this reason. maybe coz I never gave her a chance wearing it somehow for all those occassions like diwali, puja etc.. :D ). Its however my secret wish or desire to be able to wear it at least some times and feel great about it.

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Having a girl child is "upshagun" as per the ma-sa of this much talked abt television serial //BALIKA VADHU\\ on colors channel. How SICK is that... 

these are my instant thoughts when i end this post while partially listening TV

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Of bye bye and blessings!

I eagerly look for new posts by bloggers whom I follow. Its lovely, how they put their thoughts and experiences into words and some moms so passionately put down their journey of being 'mom'. Now today when I returned home after a day of running around for my ticket, forex etc etc, I read Parul's blog on salaams n namaste's and went into flash back with a smile on.

It was the day we had packed our bags in Delhi. While Amit was moving to Dubai, I had to come to mumbai for handover at office n stuff. Sumit (Amit's younger bro) had come from hostel the night before to stay with us and believe me I was wanting to stuff his bag with every little thing that I couldnt pack in our bags, reason being-disposing them or leaving it back for it to go waste wasn't agreeable to me. I guess he had come by bus or rickshaw so that while going back he could take the thunderbird (Amit's first love). Thank god! he didnt sell it off. Now, I hope to ride on it again whenever we go back to Delhi and someday fulfill my wish to photograph this 11 murty statue myself.

Ok, so I was talking of salaam namaste's n the 'flash back'. Original plan for the next day morning was that Sumit will come along on the bike and we two would go by the hired cab to airport. But at the last moment, we pataoed Sumit to bid us bye at home itself and go straight to his hostel. We convinced him that we shall call him incase we need some help and also keep him informed of our safe flights etc.. I basically wanted to save him of the trip by this short cut which meant the same as he coming to airport n saying bye.. and Amit later smiled teasingly with his mischievous remark "there goes the kabab mein haddi." He was hoping and being ambitious that he is gonna get hugs n all that when he drops me at domestic terminal.. :D. Anyways, thats not the point even though all his romantic hopes remained just that.. "hopes"....; Sumit easily agreed to the changed plan and after those final chit chats, when I slid into the car, he bent down gesturing "touching my feet".. I resisted. My good wishes are always with him, he reminds me of my brother and thats how I miss Manu lesser in his presence, so, when I resisted his bending down, he said something which I dont remember exactly. But if I am not wrong, he meant- These are customs which hold value if done on proper occassions. I think he meant that when we see each other regularly, a casual hello is fine but now we will meet only after months or longer. We 3 had been staying together (with short gaps in between) ever since I came into the family, so this was the first time we were actually getting apart. So he felt like following that custom to seek his "Bhabhi's" blessings.

I have asked him to correct me if my interpretation wasn't right.

With due respect to the customs, and thanks to the changing times, I actually dont think these gestures mean a thing. I couldn't agree more to Aneela's comment on Parul's blog which said "tameez dil may honee chahiye', if the person in question wishes me and mine well and says hi, its OK (or so I tell myself)". Having said that, I did feel nice at Sumit's reasoning (If I got that right). Such a sweet little boy that he is! Now I am not being sweet coz he is going to read it. He really is! With small gripes here n there but they exists with everyone. Who is perfect anyways? Right Sumit? What do u say..? 

2008, Travel- Part I

Some places visited in 2008 & loved them all.

There was news of snow fall in Nainital when we went there in Jan. This is Naini Lake taken from the flat side.

In Feb, went to Kolkata to train someone, I literally forced her an early morning to take me around  the city. Thats when I captured the famous Victoria Memorial.

Climbed Vaishno Devi on foot and came back riding ponies on Holi weekend, couldnt stop clicking this monkey for its intelligence.

Lansdowne peaceful hillstation in uttaranchal, reached there after a 295 km drive from Delhi.

Loved the peace, beauty and solitariness of this beautiful late called Khurpatal at 12 km from Nainital.

GOA - HR Offsite, need I say more :). Posting another pic below...

...bcoz impression of Goa without water is not complete.

Then in Aug, we went on our long awaited and planned long trip to Valley of Flowers and Hemkund Sahib. 3 of us (Me, Amit and Manu-my bro) by car covered garwal and kumaun in our round trip.. 

It was Truely Awesome! Have been wanting to summarise the experience in a travelogue but being lazy. For now, putting up few pics below & in part II ( as uploading/arranging more images here is becoming a task :o).

... to be contd.

Google & My Favorite Things

My Favorite Things

-Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers

It occured to me just today that google would give me these lyrics. Its a song I loved a lot as a kid of 5th std and is associated with sweet memories of my friendship with mew (this is what her friends call her now). Herself, me & S were kind of best pals during those 3 years of school in Delhi and then with my dad getting trfed to Ambala, we lost touch only to be found last year through NamesDatabase.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad. 

PS: How did I get at this today out of the blue? Actually I am at mom's place & enjoying my vacations. She,  out of sheer love for me & my love for writing, digged out my old diary and that brought back the memories. I tried googling for "rain drops on roses & whiskers" and voila! I got the full song lyrics.. 

Hey Girls! This is dedicated to both of you. me loves u!!

Love in abundance...

If you are looking for anything related fitness products/cycles in Delhi, head for Jhandewalan Cycle Market near karol bagh. That is where we got our treadmill(TM) from, a gift to my sweetheart with love and some ambitious(over) motives. While I dont remember the power specifications, it was a sportrack's motorised model with power incline, 7 preset programs and came with a digital weighing machine(WM) free alongwith it which makes a great combo - allows you to keep a regular check on the impact of whatever little running you do. Under other normal circumstances, its cost would have brunt a big hole in my wallet but when in love, it doesnt actually count or matter.

We both started with full enthusiasm as we did have time owing to our different work timings then. Some encouragement also came in from my sister in law who is a freak herself and is in best of shapes. Everyone visiting us would be impressed and would not leave without burning few calories on it, be it Kharbanda aunty(ur landlady) or Amit's Delhi wali buaji, our cousins or my 4 yr old nephew for that matter. One of the regular rituals while at home would include each one in the family standing on the WM in turns and if the count is nowhere near the expected one(which was the case with most of them), give genuine reasons for that. 

Inspite of our health concious breakfasts and thoughtful gifting of TM, we both gained some kilos after marriage. They say its sign of prosperity and count of love ur spouse showers on u. so happy we are! 

When not in use as in proper use, we used to spread our towels/jeans on it for drying making full use of it.

Most of the episodes of Akshay Kumar's "Khatro ke khiladi" were watched while running and each one of us inspired the other to take out some time at least few days a wk for it but since the wgt meter went higher instead of coming down, it was labled ineffective. Even the WM was called faulty by your's truely, who else but mr pant! the biggest mystery to him has been the different wgt gaining tendencies of ours inspite of the fact that both of us have more or less the same diet (yes, he doesnt each much actually).

now when i neither have him not the TM around, i love recalling those olden days.. and many more incidents linked to this subject. like the squash, badminton and swimming sessions in the sports club with Sachin, like who is Sachin?, like where is the TM now & y? like the story of spending 1k dhms on the very first night of landing in dubai, like the tiny bottle with a funny sumo's pic on it and some little hopes inside, like the atkin's diet program of someone, and like someone's smiling teeth whenever he would hear this- "hey u seem to have reduced" and the droopy face when the stupid WM doesnt quite support that.

Lazy bums but love in abundance!! that sums it up. 

and hey this one was on special request as amit was asking me if i have any new blog posts.. & nothing else comes to my mind when he is not around!

To Di, with Love...

To Di with love, 

Di, thinking of you

with love on your birthday

and wishing you

everything that brings

you happiness

today and always!

Happy Birthday to you

& hope your day was special

just like you!

beginning with a confession!

When kids, you take things in a different stride. I was born between my elder sister and a younger brother so I felt sandwiched between them. Di being the first child was special to everyone and manu being the youngest (i would add the fact of his being a boy- when i wanted to feel even more frustrated) was the most pampered one; this was my complaint, but today, all of that sounds v silly though innocent. Its not even relevant to comment whether that was right or wrong.. 

Di was most of the times more sensible than us and we hated when she told us wat to do & what not to. manu and me would therefore gang up against her and make our own plans to corner her whenever possible. Somewhere we still wanted to be like her and follow her in whatever she does, to the extent that we wanted to join her friends when they went out for playing or for picnic- which i guess she never liked.

She had lotsa friends and she was always more creative. Her bday parties were grand, she was highly appreciated by mom's friends also. We could hardly find anything to criticize her. me and di would fight on wanting the same cloths and shoes and hair clip and banlges since we had common sizes and I would like to believe that most of the time it was me who would give up and let it be. I used to pray- "hey god pls arrange to send one of us to hostel so we stay peacefully." but neither of us ever went anywhere.

how come she always does the right thing???????? huh.. I had to share a room with her so the news of her marriage should be the best news but once she got married, i didnt go to that room for months to sleep. Then i realised how much i was missing her and I think i will always admire her. Now i wish to get some time together to catch up on all those moments.. hope god listens this time around!

This post is dedicated to my darling sister, who not being a comp comp person unlike me, am sure would never read this unless I force her to. yday was her bday and I thought of making ths confession. And being good to her, I am not going to reveal her age :)

Love u di.. Cheers!

Engagement

I am yet to get engaged to the person i am married to, for little over 1.5 years now; as in the ring ceremony didnt happen between us. his parents met mine and a word of mouth was all that happened to mark the match fixing :)

and this gives me yet another reason to complain and to nag him, i will not stop untill i get a beautiful ring to adron my not so beautiful finger (r u reading this mr pant?)

I did get a ring, unofficially though, on his bday! here are some moments from a day filled with lovely memories-

i still remember

10th Dec 2006, a Sunday

i flew down to bangalore, actually got late buying him some flowers

had to request at the airport to be allowed to get boarding pass :(

but i think the flowers in my hand helped get in...

amit greeted me with a smile at the airport and we then had our first bike ride on his thunderbird.

we stopped at a Shiva temple located on the airport road just behind kemp fort spent some calm moments sitting in front of the huge, 65 feet statue of the lord and again got back on the bike, went to amits office. 

i hope he liked all those small gifts i had collected for him. i actually wanted to get as many for all his missed bdays but never mind!

we roamed around some nice roads.. but since amits mom was waiting at home with lunch ready, we had to go home. Amit and his genuine sounding lies. we got some more time quoting temple visit as an excuse. picking up a cake on the way, we reached home at around 3. cake cutting, b'day wishes, some pics and lunch. then we sat down together for some time, not even for a sec did i feel i was with my would be MIL

so sweet and warm!

the cherry on the cake was a song sung by Sumit, Amits younger bro. 

that was just so sweet.

i got some gifts from my MIL and then was the time to leave...

O' how could I not mention another sweet lady - Ms Lavanya Aunty

Amits neighbour and almost like his mom. love u aunty and love the story of shaikh mehboob!

on our way back to airport, it drizzled, thats y i love blr ;)

and i came back to mumbai the same day..

having spent around 6 hours with a handsome biker.

..

but hey i started this blog thinking abt engagement... 

am I done talking abt that?

no, not yet..

there is a funny thing related to RING that happened on our wedding

I did get a ring before the actual wedding

then y am i cribbing.. 

boss! its because it was sumit who put the ring in my finger :| 

i didnt knw how to react, 

dont knw abt sumit, bt i was embarrased for sure, at this strange ritual i wasnt aware of!

and later whenever we think of that it brings a smile on :)

Sad that this bday i might not be there with him:(