Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Whatever it takes

I, as a sister and as a daughter prefer a distant viewpoint to analyse about relationships. Perhaps, as I keep my mind over matters mostly, my family perceives that I am a cynic and a stone-hearted girl. I have contemplated about striking a balance in relationships and partially succeeded. I firmly believe that difference of opinion would not change things between two good siblings / friends. Today, I have found time to draw a quick comparison about the likes and dislikes of my sister and myself.

My sister vs. myself

Cooking is an art – Cooking is just another routine

Drive around the city for one entire day – Just sit back and relax at home

Gossip, Gossip and Gossip – Don’t waste my time please

Friends and Family – Family and Friends

Look at that girl! Her hair colour is awesome – Has she coloured her hair? I didn’t notice quite well

What’s the budget for my birthday gift? I have got to plan – A good book would do

Whistle for the favourite hero in the theatre – Let’s maintain decorum

Cry watching love films – Give me a break please

Planning is the secret of success – Man proposes; God disposes

Kanchi pattu – Fab India Kurta

Designer sandals – Reebok footwear

Keep the room spick and span – Our room should not look like a museum

Revlon Lipstick and Lakme Eyeliner – I have got nothing to do with my face

Pedicure, Manicure and Golden facial – Boy cut please

Words are straight from the bottom of the heart (positive and negative) – Diplomatic

That was quite a comparison. Irrespective of the aforementioned, I love my sister for what she is. I have deplored her opinion about various things many a time. However, I strongly believe that the ultimate essence of a relationship is to disagree but to hold hands. I know that I have my sister’s shoulders to lean on when I would require a moral support. She is a wonderful sister and a great friend.

P.S - Dedicating this post to my sister, Krithika Ramesh.

Monday, October 25, 2010

For a change

I get ignited and look forward to shopping for Deepavali every year. As always, I completed shopping for Deepavali well-in-advance. I am a hardcore fan of Fab India and I take pride in showing my wardrobe piled with Fab India kurtas. My mom hates me for buying clothes only from Fab India and my friends despise the designs and colours. My mom takes special care of my clothes and helps to maintain those meticulously (Though she doesn’t like her daughter to wear clothes stitched out of drape material.) Since I am a loyal customer of Fab India, I decided not to waste time by shopping or trying anywhere else to buy clothes for Deepavali. My husband loves to accompany me for shopping as I don’t take a long time to choose, unlike any other woman. I always go for my first choice. (Not sure if first choice would always do any good). As always, I stepped into the store with the faith that something would catch my attention. Before I started to surf clothes for me, I chose to pick some shirts for few of my favourite men (My husband, my cousin and my nephew). I was elated as all the shirts that I picked were fabulous and I already dreamed of my favourite men in their respective shirts. I floated to the ladies’ section with the same faith that never faded. I was captivated by a brown colour kurta which was immediately stuffed into my shopping bag. My husband was not impressed and urged me to go for a luxurious one. I loathe those silky, jazzy, flashy, showy and loud apparels. I scanned all the shelves in the store and found nothing that was grand and simple as well. I left the shop by assuring my husband that I would definitely buy some grand clothes for Deepavali.

We visited few other shops, but stepped out shrugging. Eventually, we visited a boutique. I am always sceptical about buying clothes anywhere other than Fab India. The reasons that I have established are, A) I am used to those dull colours and lovely cotton material. B) I perceive that I don’t appear fat when I am fully clad in Fab clothes. Somehow, I quelled the sceptical thoughts and made a genuine attempt to pick one. I was puzzled looking at those crape silks, embroidered designer salwar or whatsoever. I heaped the jazzy dress materials on the display table and stood sighing. The shop-keeper threw a cotton dress material on the table and suggested disinterest. I immediately grabbed it with joy and told my husband that I love it. My husband looked relieved. The tailor toiled to take measurements and shared his expertise on tailoring. We made the payment and left the shop with smiles on our faces.

On my way back home, my phone rang and that was my mom at the other end. I did the needful by updating her about my shopping. She was extremely glad about the purchase of my full salwar set and she assumed that I was out of ‘Fab India’ addiction. She still hasn’t learned that the latter is untrue. I am happy as I will be my mom’s favourite girl on Deepavali (at least for a day).

A riddle wrapped up in an enigma

I am 23 years old now and I feel really old these days. I tried to help myself by ascertaining the source for such a feeling, but ended in vain. I am on a trip down the memory lane for the past few days and can’t recollect what I have been doing for the past few years. I am unsure of what my quest is all about. Out of blue, I am avalanched by regrets and the memories of fiascos. The questions that I ignored to answer continue bombarding me. I blamed the PMS for the mood swings and for the inception of my sceptical thoughts. That was not true too. What do I need now? If I knew the answer, I wouldn’t have been blogging now. However, I have a faint feeling that I lack positive vibrations these days. I don’t find enough time to do things which I love doing. Nobody can be blamed for the changes in me. I totally appreciate the saying that everything happens for a reason. Now, this sounds like a paradox, doesn’t it?