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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.

I love tennis.

And now I love it more and MORE !! It is because of my latest sweety.. Jo-Wilfried Tsonga !! YEY Jo-Wilfried Tsonga !! Go Tsonga !! Hey you hot stuff!!!

He is the cutest most adorable most understated 22 year old tennis player…

Why cant we have yummy things like him in my neighbourhood? !!

So what if he is two years younger than me ?!

Go Tsonga !! Boy i am rooting for you !! You are going to win it ! 

You can ogle at Tsonga boy here  - http://frenchballs.loco-web.com/tsonga/page_photos.htm 

Just dont drool too much … You will wet your keyboard.

Life is good!!

Delhi is getting colder, chillier, and more romantic by the day. Temperatures are soaring! Or dropping in this case and people are huddling in their razais (blanket) … hopefully with their loved ones.

It’s comfy this cozy weather… you can hug and prolong the embrace as long as you want with no body odor to worry about

Dilli tussi great ho !!

But I do worry about the people on the street, not just the people there are dogs there too … Delhi is harsh for those who don’t have a roof on their head, who have no money .. It treats those people with disregard… gives them a very step motherly (a la Cinderella) treatment. Delhi is harsh for these souls… it has no mercy for them … they get killed, sleeping on the street … and nobody gets to know for days ..

People say its is coldest at 3 am in the morning … if you survive that cold … that chill then you are a tough soul

On my street there is a bunch of handicapped people who survive the chill by huddling together, they have their razais and everything on their mobile homes… but I hardly see them covered up … they are used to the cold and used to the chill… I am sure delhi winters is not as romantic for them as it is for me with all my comforts

It is a torture for them… something they need to get over … something they need to survive … something that tests all their abilities …

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…

October has started. There is a slight chill in the air. Evenings have become shorter and it gets pitch dark around 7 – 7:30. Nights are longer and cooler, with fans switched to 1/ 2 and people sleeping equipped with a light blanket. Mornings too start late and the temperature drops in the early morn with sunshine around 5:40ish.

I simply love Delhi in early October. I feel it’s the time when Delhi is romancing winter, it’s flirty and very naughty. It slightly ups the chill content and dims the sunlight a bit. An ideal state of affairs for lovers.

It plays around with the breeze and fills everyone with a slight reminiscing about their loved ones. Flirty flirty Delhi!

The rains have made sure that its green all around, freckled with an array of beautiful flowers. The roses are in full bloom and the chirpy birds can’t stop making love at my window sill.

This is the season of stolen kisses, long mushy hugs, frosted car windows and care free laughter. Of souls meeting, falling in love. It’s that time again when our spirits are up and we mingle and we laugh and rejoice.

Ahhh …  this dilli ki sardi is a killer !

                                  Sweet lovin on my window sill

Am i again loosing focus? … yes i am .

When i am around you i am this little girl, all happy, all joy, all life.

When you are not around i am absolutely opposite.

Erase those moments

Forget

Picked up these absolutely adorable pens from Khan Market for just Rs. 50!

I love em !!

Adorable Mouse                        A group hug!!

Mr Oink Oink                           Zebra Man!!

Its all about loving your pens

Sweetguy(Over Aol): see, i can’t tell u that i was not aware that i was looking at u…but sometimes ur eyes r like a magnet for me…coz i guess it wud make u feel uncomfortable

Recalling my childhood days i would say the most treasured ones were when my maa used to take her afternoon nap.

After preparing breakfast, lunch and serving these in quick succession of each other… tending to the dhobiwala (the guy who used to iron and wash clothes), kamwali (the lady who used to do the utensils washing) and i am sure few other people would pop in and out of our small little middle class home, in a choc a block colony in central delhi

She used to plop on the bed, exhausted, trying to get few winks before she started the cooking of dinner ritual, which would last for a good two hours where like the perfect wife and daughter in law that she was, she would cook dinner for a family of seven (my two bua’s, chacha, daadi, dad, me and my sister).

Her few winks used to last about thirty minutes or so, cause her two pampered daughters would plop right beside her and make those farting noises on her tummy.

I remember me and my elder sister used to drive her crazy with our favourite past time - lets make farty noises on mommas tummy. We used to start with which side is my side of the tummy, first divide our territories and then play.

So my moms sweet flat tummy used to be divided in half and there was me and my sister making fart noises from our mouths ofcourse on her tumm. And then we used to laugh like its the funniest thing in the world.

Our competition used to range between who has the longest fart, to who has the loudest fart, to who has the most disgusting fart and some more.

While my sweet, hardworking mother tried to get her much needed nap, her bratty kids made sure she didnt. We gleefully played with her tummy.

I dont know what we would have done if she didnt wear a saree. We would have missed out on our favourite pass time in the slutry delhi summer.

We would have missed out on those 10-15 minutes of sheer pleasure, no pretense playing, giggling uncontrollably and annoying our mother beyond measure!

Once in a while when she used to be absolutely out, she used to tell us to shut up and stop bothering her. In her own gentle way and like the typical brats that we were, we used to go on and on, untill it got too much for her and she used smack us right on the head and go to sleep on her tummy.

I miss it. I miss the saree, the smell, the giggles and the delhi summer and mostly i miss her, my maa.