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Okay so I had sworn off men … after a confused debacle that had happened about a year back
And now Mr I-will-woo-you is out there to make sure that I am back in the groove again
For some reason I am too afraid (?????) to let go of my - I am single/ miserable on weekends /nobody loves me / etc etc state of mind – and just go with the flow
(Why why)
I think I have few wage reasons -
It maybe the eager beaver mentality that Mr I-will-woo-you has …
or maybe his way of complementing me after a conversation – ” You are amazing!”
lol … where is that coming from ? really ! … it was a 5 minute conversation
Or maybe its his - I will drop you home as I will be meeting my cousins who live about 5 mins from your house …. and in the same breath … so where do you live again?
lol …
Or :O maybe i am still stuck on Mr Blabber-Mouth (Also The X )
Or maybe I have better things to do than start dating again …
Or maybe I AM getting old
Maybe I AM a 45 year old in a body of a 24 year old
Damn it …
Time will tell if Mr I-will-woo-you will be Mr I-wooed-her
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
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