Last post of the month

It's time now to gear up for the festive season once again as the forthcoming month of December means Christmas and new year eve celebrations. The month of November has been good for me. I settled well into my new job, enjoyed my time with friends and blogged vigorously(taking into account my lazy nature, great achievement....more than a dozen post!!)

So, with a hope that December goes on well.....I conclude my last post for the month of November.

Forced Retreat

Finally, the seasonal change has got me as its victim. From yesterday, I have been confined to home, having a slight fever, sore throat and severe cold. I have got bored already sitting (or rather, lying on bed) idle at home. Hopefully, I would be able to join office tomorrow and again be able to get into the groove of things. Till then, it's nothing but a forced retreat for me.

Weekend arrives

Thank God..it's Saturday again!!!

I love the weekend coz these are the two days when I can sleep late in the morning, laze around the house, listen to my favorite fm channel, have a late bath and then hop on to the road to see a film, a play, chat with friends or simply chill out in my own company.

It was no different today. I have taken my Brunch already(usually, on holidays, I skip breakfast and instead have my lunch earlier) . I plan to catch a play today in the evening though my lazy soul craves for a lenghty nap at the comfort zone of my house. Let's see, who wins, my wanderlust or my lazy soul.

Postscript: (posted on 25th Nov)

I did manage to catch the play yesterday. Today, I would be again heading to the same venue to catch another one. Weekened has really upped my energy levels!!!

Liar Liar

Last week, while chatting with a friend online, the importance of lying dwelt on me. We both agreed that had it not been for lies, life would have been pretty drab (no insult to Yudhisthira, the eldest among the Pandava brothers and his clan though)

In fact, lying is an art. Not everyone can do it with aplomb. However, with the passage of time, you can surely perfect this art and handle situations according to your own sweet will. Imagine how many times a harmless lie has saved you from continuing a useless chat, attending some invitation or bunking school or office. Life becomes a lot easier with the art of lying in your kitty. Even a small lie that lights up the face of someone is an act of goodness to me.

However, don't get carried away by my campaign. A big lie at the wrong place can spell trouble for you. So, exercise restrain and strive to perfect the art of telling a lie!!

The season of nuptials

Finally, the season of marriages has come again when some would gladly give off their bachelorhood while some other would unwillingly offer themselves to be sacrificed on the altar. Looking around, I feel that despite having bugs in their stomach before taking the final vows, people just can't resist but give it a try...

So, someone has truly said that marriage is "Delhi ka laddoo..jo khaye wo bhi pachtaye, jo na khaye wo bhi pachtaye".

Children's Day

Today while going to office in the morning, I saw quite a few kids dressed for the D-Day and going to school for a different experience, their parents in tow. I also craved to be that child again and relive the fun on Children's Day. If only I could.....

A marriage made in heaven (Story)

D-Day:
After the seemingly never ending marriage rituals got over, Indu and Adi finally got a few moments to themselves. “You must be sad for not getting a beautiful wife. Instead, you have me….pretty bad, eh?” Indu said teasingly. And then both of them burst into peals of laughter.

Flashback:
It all started a year ago. Indrani (aka Indu) was checking her e-mails when she came across this personalized message in response to her profile posted on a marriage-site. Aditya (aka Adi) seemed the perfect match. Working as a project manager in IBM, Adi’s profile would have impressed any girl. Indrani sent him a thanks mail. Things flew from there. A few mails and calls later, both decided to meet. After their first meeting, they decided to get their families involved to take things further. Within a fortnight, Adi and his mother came over to Indu’s house to have a formal talk.

Twist in the tale:
Indu was eagerly waiting for Adi’s call when his mother called on the landline number. Indu’s father took the call. Something was wrong. The face of Indu’s father changed color so quickly that even Indu felt tensed. “Aditya’s mother doesn’t approve of Indrani as she is dark-skinned and no match to her Adonis son”, her father declared, somewhat sarcastically.

Destiny’s hand:
“Hi! How are you?” yelled Adi on seeing Indu waiting at the bus-stop. Though both worked in sector V, Salt Lake, they haven’t crossed path until this day. After some customary talks, Adi offered Indu a cup of coffee and she agreed. Over the brewing cuppa, amongst other things, both made it clear that they are no longer a prospective match as both have declared the same to their kith-and-kin. During the next fortnight, the two met four times on various pretexts. Indu was sensing something cooking between the two but was not sure. Finally came Adi’s proposal of marriage to which she readily agreed.

Postscript:
Indu and Adi have been happily married for four years now and have Debasish, their two year old son for company. Indu’s mother-in-law, however, still can’t digest the whole scenario, even after so many years.