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I came up with this theory after repeated examples in my life that have gone on to illustrate that i tend to crave for things that are out of reach.

It started the day i gave away my toys to my cousins. Toys that were till now lying in a cardboard box under my bed, toys that i had not bothered to think about for years.

And now that they were gone and nicely placed near my cousins bedside. I couldn’t help to envy the little girl and miss my sweet, adorable (?) toys. The sunny afternoons that i had spent playing with them in the grass, came flashing by and there was an ache in my heart (ghosh!) that could be filled up only by reclaiming these toys.

Whenever i visited their house, my eyes used to search for those inane toys and as soon as i found them i had that insane urge to pocket them and run as fast as my pudgy feet could carry me and then probably dump them back in the cardboard box, in which they rightfully belonged.

Same with men, after doing the dumping drama with my current flame, i craved for that nincompoop.

Why is it that we crave for inane objects that we know are seriously of no use to us after we do acquire them.

• Is it our gatherer instinct at work?
• Or is it greed at its best?
• Or is it just that things that were lost from our purview and now suddenly are in our line of sight that we start encountering the “good” feelings that we had with these, more and the rest of our logical thinking tends to shut off.

Or is it just the ” I want exactly what i can’t have ” theory at its best, with no serious logical explanations to it.

One of THE most interesting book stores that i have come across. It does not boast of the wooden floor (Full Circle in Khan Market), the Chai Bar (Oxford in Connaught Place), the easy in and out of the Bahari Sons (In khan Market) or comforts like air conditioning, benches, sofas, nice wall paintings or even the tinkling of a wind chime when you enter the shop.

This bookstore does not try to make you comfortable nor does it want to. Its just business here, name your book and if they have it - they tell you the price, or you keep moving and do not loiter around too much cause you might just get hit by a car.

Yes hit by a car . This book store my friend is on the corner of a street and its no uncommon street its a very common street with heavy traffic flow. You have to dodge traffic to figure while looking for your book. Dont get too enamored by the stock of books, dont get too in awe.

All this book store has is arrays and arrays of books stacked from the floor to the ceiling, with three people manning it.

Why i like this bookstore?

Its different! Its on the street! and all the books that i have asked for are available!! From fiction to non fiction to long forgotten books. I like the openness that this bookstore has. The all are invited feel. The absolutely crazy location it has.

Have a look your self and if you are in Delhi then drop by! Its right next to PVR Plaza, CP, Delhi.

 Few pictures below…..

Cars zoom by as you look at the pile of books. Cross the road and you can have a better look !!

 Indian man (touching himself) next to the book store. No i had no intentions of clicking that particualr pose, but this man just at that moment had to check if all was okay down there….

Ghosh Indian Men! … anyway thats another post !!

What is an earthquake?… but a little nudge from god… to say your prayers.

Delhi was hit by an earthquake at 4:43 am (by my watch), November 26, 2007. It was bang in the middle of my sleep regime and an hour before I would have got up to shut my alarm and gone back to sleep.

It was scary, to start with. I got up with a jolt and said “oh god” and then repeatedly oh gods followed ….

I sat on my bed and the dog that I have been dog sitting for the weekend, hid under the bed startled and didn’t respond to me after calling him repeatedly. I think he thought I had kicked him of the bed or something. Poor baby.

Few “key” points to note when the earthquake stuck

• Out of the ten friends that i smsed, to find out if they were doing all-right, only one actually bothered to run outside her house, the rest of them, including me … overcame our fear of being buried alive and snuggled back in our blankets.

• I prayed in English?! What happened to Hindi, my mother tongue? I am quite surprised…

• I could hear the approaching of the earthquake, the rumbling before it actually hit and the bed started shaking

• Our house didn’t collapse, (surprising and thank you god…love u! loads) though it is a British bungalow, built some 60 years back or more !

• I snuggled back in my blanket after doing the oh my gods and waited for the roof to fall on me. (How lazy can I get)

• For some freaky reason I had a picture of the rescue operation that would go on after the roof fell on me and of course I was being pulled out of the rubble, unscrathched

• My dog became angry with me and went under the bed and didn’t speak to me all morning… (what did I do?)

My second post in the very disccussed and very phobic (atleast for me) the great indian arranged marriage. As days go by and i am slowly inching towards 24, there is added frenzy from my mum and dads side, with rishtas and lets meet this boy and lets socialise a bit more scenes being played and replayed.

It scares me though, the hypocricy attached to it.
First you breed me like a “good girl”… with the following things engrained in my brain -

1. Don’t talk to boys.

2. You cant have friends that are boys; this kind of thing does not happen in our family. (Hamare ghar ke ladkiyan aesa nahin karte hain)

3. No late nights, no sleepovers, no “unappropriate dressing” (WTF! its not like i waltz around in a bikini in the market place)

and blah de da da da ….

And now sirca 2007… when the girl child turns 23 …guess what

1. Why dont you get some of your male friends home

2. Introduce us to some of your male friends

3. Why dont you have any marriagable male friends ?

and blah de da da

Wah ! I totally marvel the way there is a change in perception towards “boys” lol “men”

Was having this conversation with mom, she was in one of her frustated moments (can totally understand that with 3 spoilt daughters, one highly demanding job and one very traditional husband to deal with day in and day out)

So she starts of with first i had to deal with my dad and his tantrums and his drama and his expectations and his …… da da da and now its this man (obviously my daddy dearest) and his tantrums and his ideas and his blah blah !
She ends it with one of her sweet smiles. But what is really ironic is that, she is willing to let that happen to her own daughters, what she detests in her own life.

She has now become a mute spectator to my dad and his mission to get me (and my elder sista) married off. Unfortunately i have been the obedient daughter all through out and going against the only people i have looked up to is going to be some task.

I wonder should i have hung on the few “boys” that i knew, would it have been easier to have that support system and then evetually think about a serious relationship with them (??) … than marry total strangers?
Should i have tried a bit harder in a relationship? Hung on longer? Damn it! i was too young… i am too young !

Dont clutter my brain with marriage, coupling, relationships etc etc. Let me be i am sure i will find someone and like the good daughter i have been (track record of 23 damn years) … he will be up to your expectations maa and dad, dont worry your ideal daughter shall not dissapoint you (once again … oh well) … just give her time …. dont rush her into it…