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There have been countless instances, where i have done things that i have not wanted to do. Instances where i have regretted wasting my time, just because i could not … simply say no.

I think my constant desire to be liked by everyone, to be accepted and the fear of being left alone has driven me to become a ‘Yes’ woman. Its just ad nauseam.

Well i have decided that from now on, if i don’t want to do it, it is a crisp … No and ofcourse with no explanation attached, trying to cover my curt reply.

Hell i don’t want to do it. Period.

Few of the instances where i had wanted to say No, but pathetically chickened out.

 …. ….. tsch tsch … …. anyway here goes … …

• Meeting my ex, when he called and wanted to meet and for what reason? Just like that.
• Lunching with my girl friend and discussing how to convince her mom and dad to let her marry her bf for the nth time
• Be an agony aunt to people who just come to you, when they need a shoulder to cry on
• Bought that sweater that i thought i was compeled to buy just because i spent an hour in that store and the sales girl was super friendly
• All the booty calls at 12 in the night in name of Love (Eeww) (What the hell was I thinking?!)
• Helped out that colleague knowing that i was hard pressed for time … though she begged me for it (I need to be cruel!)
• Have coffee with a lonely soul in office just because he asked (?? i baffle my self)

Damn this list is going to just go on and on.

Hopefully me eager beaver will simmer down and learn to say no when i am seriously, desperately and most definitely wanting to.

No

No

No

:)                                                       NO!

My trip to Leh, happened a year back. I am still hung over that trip and all i can do is sit in Delhi and dream about an almost heaven on earth - Leh.

I would love to go back and experience the serenity that surrounds those beautiful rocky mountains. The landscape decked with absolutely flawless blue sky. The happy peaceful faces that greet you in the market place. And in some places the landscape that is absolutely devoid of any human existence for miles and miles.

There are places in Leh that don’t have even a single person… you can look in every direction (and i am serious here) and you will not find a single soul. Stand there… do a 360 degree turn around and wait …. wait for hours and you will not see anyone !!!

It used to be our jeep and the rocky terrain… and that’s all. The silence and the vastness of the place is what i am amazed with …. cause i have lived in a metro for so long that the vizzing past of traffic is a very natural sound and the honks and the screeching of tyres are as obvious as the existence of oxygen.

In Leh, we visited a few monasteries and it baffled me …. the coldness of the place…  the air seeped in histroy …. you can almost feel the prayers of the buddhist monks on your skin. The quite …  the stillness …  the rocky mountains … the monastries … the dusty roads …

Leh is calling me back … I need to pack my bags ……

Its the about the chase, my boy

Go ahead and ask her out … she might just say yes
And that will just lead to a lot more mess

Don’t you just sit around and mope and test
Just take the damn plunge and get infected by the love fest

My boy … you analyze too much
Please go and make the first touch

Take her out for a cappuccino
Do the salsa … do the Latino

Maybe a Long Island tea
And maybe that walk by the sea

You think when you get her its going to be all rosy?
Don’t know about that, but definitely a lot more cozy!

The coffee at Costa Coffee is nothing less than an addiction. It creeps up on you as the Winter Rain and rakes havoc in your brain dead existence. Once had, the coffee not only becomes a constant craving but a propeller of sorts.

 You start to associate success with Costa Coffee and if you don’t have it in the morning … you know its going to be a bad day, full not only of disappointments but also more craving and of-course more distractions.

Its a fuel which has to be taken every morning and in the right quantity (mine being primo). The cups of-course are a pleasure to hold and the cookies have the feel of, home made mommy goodness. 

Other coffee machines look like cheap imitations and even the thought of coffee from some other place is repulsive. Costa is my current mistress and I am very happy burning money on her, every morning 365 days in a year.

Is this how addictions are born? Well i am knee deep into it.