Warm fuzz

Somehow I landed on a blog. A dad blogging about his daughter. Everything about her. Like the tiniest possible detail. Made me relive all of my childhood.

How happy he must've felt when I was born. "'Kiti kautuk ticha'" How proud he must've been watching me learn to ride a cycle. Learn how to read. To swim. To study on my own. 

And somehow looking at all of dad's love, I also noticed the Mom always get sidelined. But then she's there somewhere in the background. These roles are probably reversed if you are a guy. 

Missing both of them. Like, a lot :( 

Ok gonna call dad now. 

Over and out.

Me and Theories. More me.

Over the years. Things change. You change. 

You sort of take the best things from around the people you know to become who you are.

Sometimes you pick up the wrong things. But someone else will come along and correct those things (hopefully)

OMG, How I met your mother is getting to me! Those lines sound like what Ted would say right? :))

But hey it's original haan!

So here are some of my quirks, lessons learnt, things that I picked up: 

1. I've begun reading books right from the foreword. Even textbooks. :)

2. I have to drink a glass of water after I brush my teeth.

3. I don't believe what people close to me are saying unless I get a proof from someone else.

    Got that from Dad. Pisses Mom a lot of times. Even I get pissed. 

    But, now, I do the same thing! :|

4. I tend to talk and be nice to people who aren't that close to me.

    But, My family, my room-mates: I get pissed with.

    Reversing that. Surely!

5. I want to travel the world. But, not alone.

6. I love watching movies on HBO. Entertaining. Insightful.              Missing that now :|

7. If the reasons are compelling enough, anybody can be anybody!

    "Miss Poet" talking :D

8. I think I let people take advantage of me. 

    My premise: Everybody is good, unless proven to be wrong.

    But, over the years again, it has changed to: 

        Everybody is bad, unless they keep proving they're good.

9. I like being goofy. It's sad when people think that is all there is to me.

   Shows they don't know me. Hence, I'm not supposed to feel bad about it.

   But, I STILL feel bad.

   Which gets me to the point:

10. I am super-sensitive. I cry. A lot.

     For silly things. Can't stop. :|

That rhymes.

11. I have a theory: People are born with/over the years develop a basic underlying emotion. That is the emotion they go to by default, when they don't know how to react. 

When caught in headlights, the deer:

Jokes/Cries/Gets angry.

My friend got mad at her bf, when he fell sick (How is it his fault that he fell sick?) But then, that is her underlying emotion: Getting angry.

Another one got yelled at by a random book-seller at a stall: She started crying. That is her underlying basic emotion..

Another...etc etc etc.

Think about it. Do you know what your underlying emotion is?

Something's fishy.

"Step out in style" - is my dad's mantra. To an extent I think his daughters have got a pretty good hang of it. :D
But sometimes the circumstances are not in your hands.
You have oil in your hair, the water hasn't heated up yet and exactly then your dog runs out of the house. And the roles reverse. YOU have to chase it.
Or something close to it.
So I like smelling good. Another trait inherited from Dad. And I totally hate it when I/my_clothes smell. No not the human sweaty smelly thingy. HERE, in the US of A, the ventilation sucks.
When I first got here, I remember feeling claustrophobic. No windows! AC on all the time, so everything has to be shut. But you get used to it. But the problem arises, for me atleast, when we cook.
The typical Indian food, with all the spices. You don't open the door and your house/clothes left outside- everything would smell of the spices. Don't get me wrong. I love Indian food. I love the aroma. I love the spices.. But not if it looks like my clothes have been washed in it.
I am extremely particular about keeping the door open and pissing off all my room-mates whenever I cooked.
So in this new apartment, I did the same. Opened the door. Cooking, oblivious to the surroundings.
Everytime we cooked, we would hear a door suddenly slamming shut. Then finally one day we were asked to close our door when we cook. This time, the neighbors had a problem.
But, I cheated. I kept the door slightly open. Didn't realize how frustrated my neighbours really were. Somebody actually came and closed the door shut from outside. :))

Yummy Avocado rolls at Kyoto's. You should totally try them!

I know it is annoying I guess. When people cook seafood, the whole floor stinks! You can smell it as soon as you step out of the elevators.
But then again, what is the other option? I dont want the house to smell. (Read: my clothes) An open window doesn't help that much.
Reiterating, why is the ventilation so bad! Stooopid ACs.

Shri shri shri.

Occasionally, the saint in me can't keep quiet any longer and decides to speak out. Before she decides to leave,

here it goes:

People who give up don't know how close they were to success when they did.

I'm sure everyone goes through a time where it all feels wrong. All you want to do is seek out for help, take the shortcut, easy way out, what not. You want to reach out for help or take a quick exit from the situation. 

But you need to know this:  When it all feels wrong, all you need to do is hang in there.

How many times has it not happened that you seek out for help and the solution comes to you in a flash?

If you had persevered long enough, it would have made sense anyway. It's not that you don't have the ability to figure things out, it's just that you gave up.

Of course, this doesn't apply when there are too many parameters involved. But when the only parameter in question is YOU, don't give up! 

You will get there eventually. Just be patient! :)

P.S.

1.  My cousin bestowed the title of this post on me, during one of the saint's visits.

2. Office life teaches you quite a few things. ;)

Meri jai ho! (Very modest, aren't we? ;))

My latest addiction.

I think about you night and day. See what your latest updates are. Look out for anything that is related to you. I think I have a major crush on you. It has even got to a point where now I dream of you :)
If that's got you curious enough, No, this is not some guy I am talking about. Nope. Not today. Not this time. This time it is...........

A girl!
Just kidding. ;) Not.
Not not.
Aah I think I killed the joke. Anyway.

It is this stupid crazy obsession I have with make-up. If you've known me, even for a few hours, you so cannot relate that to me. At all. Ever. Never. But....You Never say Never! :)) (Stupid song btw)

So here's a picture of what I considered makeup sometime back. A hint of lip-gloss, some eye-liner and loose powder would all you could get me to wear. Forcibly or willingly. That's it. Just those things.
Even to a wedding. Or some major dress-up event.
This be all of it.--------------------->




And now. Look at what this girl has become. A crazy make-up maniac. On the loose.

This is all my make-up that I own. As of this week that is. :D
I feel there's so much more that I don't have. I'm going shopping next week. ;) And the crazy part is, I don't feel like stopping. It's like why did I miss out on all this all these years. There's so much you can do. So many variations. So many colors. And it all looks awesome on anybody. Like, anybody can look like a star. With a LOT of this stuff, of course. ;)

Here's what it can do:

From plain janes to bombs. Don't get distracted.
Concentrate only on the make up. On her FACE.

I just love their eyes. They all look so good!
 

JLo's Smoky eyes. Ooooh.
Wow, I can't believe it's me saying things like this ;)

I know a lot of you may not agree with me. You might say beauty lies in simplicity. Sure. If you think someone looks good even without it, nothing can beat that compliment :) Plus, you can't wear make up everywhere, every time. It's times when you want to look good and feel good. I think it gives a very polished look and shows that you care enough for the occasion to be well-dressed.

This is for those kind of people who think stars are from heaven.

Anybody can look good if they wanted to. You can't force them. It's not in your hands. And it is stupid to gawk at pretty girls, compare us to them and think we are just home-bred chickens( ghar-ki-murgis ). I could be anything I WANT. I could look as good as HER.

If I wanted to..

Arranged marriage

Will start of with some words of wisdom from the Internet.
"Don't promise when you are happy. Don't reply when you are angry. Don't decide when you are sad."
And now my words of wisdom.


The clock is ticking. The one on my hand + my biological one. I am not getting any younger, although at heart, it is a different story altogether. Very soon I have to get married. All those lovey-dovey couples around me are mocking me. Oh you're single? You're gonna let your parents choose..Good luck babe!

I'm paranoid about getting married. It's a guy thing I know. But hey, I'm a guy at heart remember? ;) Haven't married ever, yet, but the whole arranged marriage thing is getting to me. I'm dreading that show that we(the girl's side, {come to think of it, the guy's side too!}) have to put up, where the actors on one part of the stage all have to act like the other side has descended from heaven. 

Everything from your clothes to how your house looks. Your make up. No make up(this includes the blushing, smiling, looking down) = she was forced to seeing the guy.
Make-up = Oh she's so vain.
Simple clothes= she doesn't really care about the outcome of this show.
Dolled up= She's so modern. Reject!
The girl's confident= she'd be a dominating daughter in law. 
Diffident= guy won't like it. The girl wouldn't like it either.

Better qualified guy= more dowry. (OMG that's a whole other story)
Less qualified=you're not happy.
You mess up one bit, and your Gods leave. Probably your soul-mate too. 


And then there's the next show.

Bigmouthed

I have this habit of speaking what's on my mind. Almost never do I think about what the other might feel. I just have to be *honest* to the point of hurting others. And the worst part is I know I've said something wrong, start feeling really bad about it and then forget about it! But the other person continues to remember it for a long time.

How do you bite back your tongue and keep whatever it is that is on your mind, only in your head? If I do that, I feel like I'm being dishonest to myself. And I feel I can't live with that. But then, if I continue this way, I'm sure nobody would like talking to me.

I'm torn between living with myself and living up to the world's standards. Feeling really really bad. Mai aisi kyun hoon? :((