Such an awesome read ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks Calvy, for this post!

Dog with the blog!

A cursory glance on facebook and itโ€™s easy to delve in the wave of wedding updates. The delirious setting gets still creepier when the question gets popped out to you of unassuming corners. At office cubicle, over a cafeteria conversation or an impromptu conversation, there is always someone who wishes to inquire โ€˜whenโ€™ as if the gyrations of the planet depend on a matrimonial.

Fernfly has never asked me on these lines. So it did came as a surprise when she chose to skirt around the same as an answer toย my post on penning a hand written letter. Advising me to keep my eyes open for Susie Derkins, she painstakingly scribbled downย Rosemarie Urquicoโ€™sย essay on why one should date a girl who reads. Adding in post script with a different ink, โ€œMust love dogs remain the primary clause. And why onlyย date, ย you should marry her.โ€

A girl who loves to readYou should dateโ€ฆ

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I’m 28 today :)

And I feel great ๐Ÿ™‚ Not worried about the 30s looming ahead, I’ve no clue why. I’ve heard just too many of my friends worrying about being close to turning 30. Just finished chatting with a cousin, who said she’s terrified she’ll be 30 in two years ๐Ÿ˜€ Well, so will I; but I’m not bothered. No worries at all, about having turned a year older. In fact, I don’t even feel 28. I still feel 22. That’s when I first got out of the comfort of home and hometown, and stepped into a new city for good, and joined a college for my post graduation course. Ever since, it’s been a string of “new”s…be it cities, companies, job roles, people, situations. So, every new thing that comes along, makes me feel what I felt when I was 22. I’m stuck there, and I like it ๐Ÿ˜€

So, on to the birthday news…

I got wished close to 18 hours in advance by Hobbes. For some reason I just don’t understand, he seems to think I have a special kind of birthday that extends from start of 1st Nov to end of 2nd Nov. Interesting. Anyways, when I laughed at him for doing this every year (well, last year he was in the U.S., and he said it was because of all the timezone disorientation ๐Ÿ™„ ), he said he was in Goa, and time zones work differently there because of all the alcohol in the Goan air. And also, that he just wanted to be the first one to wish me, that’s all. Veenidathu kidannurundu, athra thanne. ๐Ÿ˜€

The Queen of Subtlety, when I texted her last night saying I’d be working from home today (for obvious reasons, birthday and work), threw a fit saying I was lying, that she knows I just want to avoid office on the second of November. Well, we all avoid office on our birthdays, she also did. So I was a little baffled by all the accusations. Anyways, after that she sneered at me with a “you wont be awake at 12, I presume”, to which I let out a deep, long sigh and quietly said “lol, yes I will. pls call (to wish)”. I was falling off my chair by 11 itself, but I thought I should stay up and wait for Her Majesty’s call.12 came and went. 12.01 came and went. 12.05 came and went. 12.10 came and went. 12.15 came and went. Well, you get the drift, right? So, me being me, called HER up. And guess what? She did not pick up ๐Ÿ˜€ So I called again. This time, after the 4th ring-ring, she answered. This conversation followed:

She: Hello…
Me: What behaviour IS this!?
She: Ehe ehe…I am so sorry, I slept off. Happy birthdayyyy.
Me: Yeah, I thought so! After making me stay up, you useless [in my mind I added ‘piece of shit’]
She: You won’t believe it…I stayed on till 11.45, telling myself it’s just 15 more mins…and next thing i know, there’s drool and my phone is ringing…ehe ehe
Me: Yeah, I figured!
She: But I still love you.
Me: I’m supposed to be telling YOU that!
She: Ooops.
Me: So much for being surprise queen, you bloody…I’ve never been THIS surprised before. I’ve got to be the first one to call someone to make them wish me! Pffft.
She: See, this is what happens when you don’t like surprises…this was all planned, this was my surprise for you.
Me: Realllly?
She: Damn, I should’ve said this earlier. AND. This does NOT go out to the public.
Me: I can’t wait to call the other two and tell them this.
She: Fiiiiineah! Be that way! [it is at this point that she sounded like herself; till then, there was a thick coating of embarrassment blanketing her voice, making her sound like a tiny little butterfly crushed under the weight of 3 quilts and 4 pillows!]

Soon after, I called my mom to remind her it’s my birthday. Guess i know her just too well, she’d completely forgotten. Again, “What behaviour is this!? I have just one birthday every year, and you forget that!?” And then comes an apology, a round of laughter and the “Happy birthday” ๐Ÿ˜€ Oh, this happens most times, and I make it a point to remind people to wish me ๐Ÿ˜€ Then i teased them all for forgetting Pumbaa’s birthday, and now mine too. Anyway, that shows that we’re both treated equally in the house ๐Ÿ˜€ Which is a good thing. Comparing me to him is always a flattery. Like how she once saw a picture of mine and said “Pretty. Almost as good-looking as Pumbaa. Almost.” ๐Ÿ˜€

Ok, that’s all for now. I just HAD to write down the spectacle that The Queen of Subtlety is, before I would forget that brilliant midnight conversation ๐Ÿ˜‰ but I did not want to dedicate another entire post on her, or she’ll start thinking too highly of herself ๐Ÿ˜€

Thank you, everyone, for the wishes. The ones that were never expected, turned out to be extra sweet. And, thank God for the Internet and webcams ๐Ÿ™‚

And while we are at it, Happy Birthday, Shah Rukh Khan ๐Ÿ™‚

Now, I really have to get back to work :-/

the mobile phone and me…

…don’t really get along too well.

I don’t like talking on the phone much…and if you have a problem with that, I’m sorry I can’t help you. Well, perhaps I can (by attending your call), but I don’t plan to ๐Ÿ˜€ย  I guess I owe many people this explanation (though very few of these people read this blog :D; the other option is to text them all. And they may call back. Uh oh…)

I really am not avoiding you, okay? I’m just avoiding your call. Ouch — no, I’m just avoiding having to talk on the phone. Leave me a text message, leave me an offline chat, leave me a mail. I’ll respond, almost instantly, unless i’m sleeping, or unless the phone is like hidden under the cushion, pushed int here by the naughty lil’ Pumbaa. But if I see an SMS, I WILL respond; I cannot guarantee that about a missed call you leave me ๐Ÿ˜€ I just don’t like the mobile phone much.

thumbitisNot that I hate it or don’t use it. Just that I don’t use it for what it is meant.ย A mobile phone, for me, is essentially just a replacement for Gmail chat ๐Ÿ˜€ I am a person of few words…I talk very little even face-to-face and I generally prefer “talking” to someone through “chat”or “sms”. And on chat/sms, I can go on for hours together ๐Ÿ˜€

You wont believe it, but I ALWAYS rely on a text message to communicate with someone, before having to actually call that person up. Including emergency situations like being on a busy highway, at the signal, and wondering if we must turn left or right to reach that person’s house ๐Ÿ˜€ And when I’m blasted for being so dumb, I dial the number, press “Call” and instantly stick the phone to Suraj’s ear (or whoever else is driving)!

There is just ONE person (yes, person) with whom I can actually talk non-stop, for hours. And that is Pumbaa ๐Ÿ˜€ Well, he can’t talk back, and one of us has to do that. So, I happily do it ๐Ÿ˜€

There are very few people with whom I can talk non-stop, for hours, on the phone. One of them is Amma. The other is my brother. Then there are a couple of close friends. Recently, after a rather long conversation (if I may call it that), Hobbes asked me if I were “the same girl who hates talking on the phone?” ๐Ÿ™„ Well, that did leave me mumbling for a bit.

And I can’t tell you just how many times I’ve got into trouble with Suraj for never picking up his calls. Well, how will I know he’s calling when the phone is (eternally) on silent mode? [Who puts it on silent mode? Uh…I do.]ย Even before getting married, this was a constant problem. I guess it was the ONLY reason for our quarrels. He would call, I wouldn’t pick up. He’d call 10 more times. Then he would try my mom’s number, but I’d be at the aunt’s place. Then he’d call the aunt’s number — but by then, I’d have run back home (having realised that the phone has been abandoned somewhere, undoubtedly on silent mode, and that Suraj would be trying to get through to me). Finally, he would get through to me and blast me. I would silently hear him out, ask him if he’s done, and then hang up and go my way.

Except with Amma and my brother, I think I switch to listening-mode with most others ๐Ÿ˜€ And happily too. I’m better at listening than talking. Some people make it tough, because most of the ones who matter knows me well enough to continue doing the talking without much expectations ๐Ÿ˜‰ Unless I’m completely comfortable with the person on the other side, even being on listening-mode is a pain. So, avoiding calls is the easiest thing to do.

I really don’t know why I talk so little — in general, and on the phone. There is one friend who calls me a chatterbox (really!), but well, I admit that I talk a LOT to him; well, I used to. To others, I think it is mainly because I keep thinking whatever I have to say or talk about will not be of much interest to the listener. Seriously ๐Ÿ˜€ I don’t know why I think so, but I do. I don’t say a lot of things, thinking it won’t be of any interest to that person, only to listen to something very similar coming from the other end ๐Ÿ˜€ And well, by then, whatever I could have said would have become stale ;)Well, I get into one of my PJ moods when some of my brother’s friends call…and I go on yap yapping for hours, till they hang up on me, threatening to kill me next time they see me. ๐Ÿ™„

So, basically, for me, a mobile phone is essentially just a replacement for Gmail chat ๐Ÿ˜€ And Winamp! I use it to text, and I use it to listen to my favourite music tracks. That is about it.

My first one was a Sony Ericsson w810i. I bought it because it came with the cutest, tiniest pair of external speakers ๐Ÿ˜‰ (which incidentally wasn’t working, and I still have not used!). I loaded all my music into it, and was always plugged to my phone through earphones. An incoming call in the middle of a favourite song would piss me off — and I’d just disconnect the call! ๐Ÿ˜€ Yes, I used to be that bad. I was sooooo attached to that phone that despite being gifted a 160GB iPod, I refused to part with the walkman phone. I did not use the iPod for almost a year! I used this for over 4 years (it looks MIGHTY sad now, considering the number of times it has gone bouncing down the stairs, into rain puddles, on to the road, blah blah!) It served me verrrrry well, though ๐Ÿ™‚

Finally, Suraj convinced me that I baaadly needed a new phone ๐Ÿ™„ I refused to exchange my w810. I would always want it, I said.

I bought the Sony Ericsson Xperia w8. Again, for the music. I HATED the fact that it was touchscreen! Texting someone became an ordeal. I actually began calling people! Bah. And then I got used to the touchpad, and now my phone is back to being a walkman, and a Gmail chat alternative ๐Ÿ˜‰ And I like the fact that I can access Gmail chat also on it ๐Ÿ˜€ That’s about the ONLY reason I appreciate a smart phone now. It is quite smart ๐Ÿ˜€ Well, the w810i was smart too, but I wasn’t smart enough those days ๐Ÿ˜‰Mobile phone stress relief

Poor thing, Suraj. New phone and all that, but it too has the silent mode thingy in-built! Oh well, I’m still the same, I guess. I still do not pick up calls ๐Ÿ˜€ Living in the same house makes it a little easier for him, I suppose. [And it does not help that he calls to remind me to do the many chores he assigns to me every morning, which I promptly forget ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Listen, if I forget it, perhaps I really do not want to do those ๐Ÿ˜€ ]

I still remember, how when we went to Coorg over a year back, there was no mobile connectivity at the homestay we stayed at. Was I thrilled! It was a real stress buster. No one called, no one texted, no one could contact me at all. Absolute “Yay” it was!! (Not that I’m always getting calls/text messages, but still) I was at peace, while Suraj freaked out. ๐Ÿ˜€

So why am I blabbering about all this now? Because recently, a couple of old college friends ganged up against me (okay, I’m exaggerating, but it was akin to ganging up alright. Bah!) for not keeping in touch. Well, I’m ALWAYS online — and none of you are! If you’re all always available on phone, why not give me a call? Er er…I mean, send me an sms ๐Ÿ˜€ Anyway, after explaining myself and brilliantly emerging as the innocent angel that I am, I’ve decided to give the single “ring-ring”s in loving remembrance henceforth ๐Ÿ˜€

However, all said and done, I have to say: the mobile phone and me…don’t really get along too well. ๐Ÿ™„ And I might even forget about the ring-ring agreement after a while. You are always in my mind, just believe that ๐Ÿ˜€ Was I any different at all when we met last weekend? ๐Ÿ˜€

Edited to add: Yay!! I’m not alone. She may be my soul sister ๐Ÿ˜€ I could easily have written this post!!

Yay!

My blog is recovering from 50,036 hits since 13 June 2008! Bah, folks. So you go ahead and see the “since 13 June 2008!” part? Now whose fault is that? Yours! If you all had kept crazily clicking on my blog every other day, I’d have reached this milestone a loooong time back ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ Oh, so I have to write as frequently as well? Hmmm…whatever.

Well, honestly, it does not matter to me. And I noticed it only because a friend pointed it out (snickering, saying “valla vidhavum athrem oppicheduthu” — literally translates to “finally you managed to reach that much”). Yes, such friends I have. Sigh.

So well, I’ve seen people posting such milestones. And for want of anything else to write about, here it is.

Yay!ย  ๐Ÿ˜€

Child Development, Nutrition and Inter-personal Relationships :)

The officer at the Driving License counter asked the lady “What is your occupation?” The woman seeking renewal of her license seemed to be puzzled. So the officer said “Ma’am, are you employed, have your own business or…….. The woman replied “Oh, yes!! I have a full time occupation. I am a mother.”

Officer: “We don’t have ‘mother’ as an option for occupation. I will write it down as ‘Housewife’. That takes care of all questions.”

This had happened long ago, and was forgotten. Years later when I went to get my license, the Public Relations Officer was a somewhat pompous woman. “Your occupation?” she asked in a rather authoritative tone.

I just had an inspiration and replied “I am a researcher in the field of Child Development, Nutrition and Inter-personal Relationships.” The lady officer stared at me in amazement. I calmly repeated my statement and she wrote it down verbatim. Then, unable to conceal her curiosity, she politely asked “What exactly do you do in your profession, Ma’am?”

I was feeling good about having described my occupation so calmly and confidently. So I replied “My research projects have been going on for a number of years (mothers never retire!!). My research is conducted in the laboratory as well as in the field. I have two bosses. (One is God and the other is my entire family). I have received two honours in this field (a son and a daughter). My topic is considered to be the most difficult part of sociology (all moms will agree!!). I have to work more than 14 hours every day. Sometimes even 24 hours are not enough and the challenges are tougher than many other professions. My compensation is in terms of mental satisfaction rather than money.”

I could see that the officer was thoroughly impressed. After completing the licensing formalities, she came to the door to see me off. This new viewpoint about my occupation made me feel much better on my way back home. I was welcomed by my 5 year old research assistant at the door. My new project (my 6 month old baby) was energetically practicing her ‘music’.

I had earned a small victory over the Governmental red tape today. I was no longer ‘merely a mother’, instead I was now a highly placed functionary in a service vital for mankind – Motherhood!!

‘Mother’ – Isn’t it a great title?

P.S.: Thanks for this forward, UmaS ๐Ÿ™‚ I felt this was too fabulous to not share! Please, share this as much as you can, as widely as you can. No one will book you for plagiarism ๐Ÿ˜‰

And to the “mother” who said all this: you are fabulous!

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I Finished it to Win these ;)

Like I wrote here, I had also participated in CB‘s story-finishing contest โ€“ Finish it to win it. I finished it to win…these following awards. Well, my story was so lame, but I had fun participating, writing, commenting and then commenting again on the first prize winner’s post ๐Ÿ˜€

Hereโ€™s the link to the first half of the story. And hereโ€™s what I wrote, the second half ๐Ÿ˜€ Bear with me (and the story).

And here are what CB gave!!! Yey!

For participating...and writing a story ๐Ÿ˜‰

...and for guessing who wrote which one ๐Ÿ˜‰

SAGS

IHM and Swaram have tagged me to list at least ten things Iย ever wanted or did which my gender is not supposed to.ย 

So, here goes !

– I love being the engineer in the house..and dive right in if there’s technical things to be rectified.ย  My bro calls me Benchineer (B.A + Engineer) and the husband calls me Miss Technology ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

– I’m most comfortable in my jeans n T and sneakers ๐Ÿ™‚

–ย I hate pink, lipstick,nail polish and gold!! Hate wearing necklaces, bangles, etc.

– I work, travel alone, have lived alone.

– I love travelling and I do not care if it involves getting dirt splashed on to my white shirt ๐Ÿ˜€

– Have fought with auto drivers, thretened to report them for asking excess fare. Have made peoplethrow ciggies away, for trying to make me a passive smoker.

– Love my phone, camera and laptop ๐Ÿ™‚ And i prefer figuring it all out myself, han being taught. I’ll walk into any dirt, to get that perfect shot.

– Do not think cooking, cleaning and serving is the way to please anyone in the family/to get a name for myself. In fact, wile i love cooking, I do it ONLY if I have the mood. Else, I make sure the husband offers help/make him help ๐Ÿ˜€

– Love books more than tailoring, embroidery and crochet (donno any of these)ย !!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

–ย I hate gossipping (unless it’s the funny, harmless ones) and wasting time reading Femina, etc. ๐Ÿ˜€

And of course, I loveย home shopping, pani puri, cooking,ย mehendi, lovely kurtis, mangoes, cuddling up, sleeping, bathing ๐Ÿ˜› It’s a good mix ๐Ÿ™‚

As for tagging, I hink I’m the last person to put this up ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ Anyone whos reading this, can take it up.

In fact, all of us seem to be the same. It’s all just a good mix. There’s nothing that man must do and women must do. “Can”/”Will” is a different matter. ๐Ÿ˜‰

us & them @ munnar: a travellogue

Till we actually set off for Kochi on Friday evening, I was dreading itโ€™d be called off any minute. The couple from Dufaai Dubai might drop out, the couple from Kochi might want to stay back with the baby, the couple from Bangalore (me n the husband ;)) might miss our bus and not reachโ€ฆetc. But we did reach Kochi at 5.30 am on Saturday. And it was raining like the skies had gone crazy! ๐Ÿ˜€ Anyways, the tempo traveller came to pick us up by about 10.30 am, and off we went. The tempo traveller had seats that were swaying like a boat. And a whacko for a driver ๐Ÿ˜‰ So, when we started the climb towards Munnar, it was almost a 4D experience ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well, we were moving in all 4Directions ๐Ÿ˜‰ and even moved from within, by the pathetic PJs of the driver ๐Ÿ˜€

Of the initial 10 enthusiasts, 2 had dropped off. Well, it was 4 couples plus 2 single guys. So, when one of the guys dropped out, the other declared heโ€™d be too left out ๐Ÿ™‚ So, it was the 8 of us: (pic of us all) And of us 8, five were classmates. So, we were a bit anxious about how the other three would feel. We had back-up plans for everything else, but not if these 3 felt left out ๐Ÿ˜‰ But well, it was all like the proverbial eggs of the same basket ๐Ÿ˜‰ Probably why, the trip turned out to be as great as it was! Oh my. How much we laughed. All that laughing plus the boat-like motion in the bus finally made us all sick! ๐Ÿ˜€ Well, maybe it was also because of the 60 Ferrero Rocher chocolates that vanished in less than 10 minutes…mainly gobbled down by Gulfu, Jaya and me ๐Ÿ˜‰

We reached Elysium Garden Resort by 3.30 or so, because of the heavy and constant rains. We all trooped into all the 4 rooms and made all of them equally untidy ๐Ÿ˜€ And almost instantly, the cameras were taken out and the posing and clicking began ๐Ÿ˜‰

When I clicked a pic of the three girls,ย Merlin said โ€œPriya, you donโ€™t even know how to take photos. Give me the camera. Iโ€™ll take.โ€ And she clicked this one ๐Ÿ˜€

Every time weย went out on to the balcony to click a group pic, itโ€™d start raining and the winds would drive it in, right into the room. It was like the rain had signed a pact against usโ€ฆand would make sure we stay indoors all the time ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well, we werenโ€™t complaining. It was quality time we spent, getting to know each other, having limitless fun. And, we had packed playing cards and Pictionary and Ludo and all. So, finally, we settled for Pictionary. And my god, the fun we had. There was just so much cheating and screams and finger pointing and red cards and yellow cards and everything! Heheโ€ฆhere are a few snaps of what the words wereโ€ฆand how they were sketched. (For those who do not know the rules of the game, CLICK HERE! You should play it sometimeโ€ฆif possible, with a big group. It can be the best fun ever! High scope for cheating and calling names :D)

Well, it was fun! Prashant saying โ€œohโ€ฆithenikkariyaamโ€ฆAamayalle? Frog Frog Frog!โ€; and for โ€œsurfing the net:, drawing a cloud to indicate โ€œfoamโ€ฆsurf detergentโ€ฆand surfingโ€ฆโ€ ๐Ÿ˜€ :D; and Leena slyly pushing their token two blocks ahead every chance she gets; and Jaya slowly writing the word itself next to her sketch (but me the dimwit still not getting it right ;)) ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ We had about 2-3 hours of pure fun!!!

There were times when we all laughed out so loud, it was deafening. Like when Prasanth ordered โ€œnaalu chappathiyum oru chakan curryumโ€; when Jaya kept asking โ€œadimaly ethaaraayoโ€ too many times, that Prasanth finally said โ€œHo! Enthonnithu. Ethumbo ariyikkam :Dโ€; when Ragesh kept making the weirdest statements which we kept connecting with the gay community, like โ€œDa, nee kaalukal ingane vecheโ€ฆnjaan kaanichu tharaamโ€ ๐Ÿ˜€ :D; when Merlin said, in a most serious tone โ€œ…Why do you all keep calling him Rakesh? Itโ€™s Rageshโ€ฆas in RaGEYshโ€; when Leena asked โ€œPavaroor kalava ethiyo?โ€; I can’t think of anything I, Gulfu or Suraj said…but am sure there were enough and more ๐Ÿ˜€ Especially from me ๐Ÿ˜€

And then, after another round of photo shoots and everything, we all went off to sleep. Planned to wake up at 6 the next morn and go for sightseeing. We all slept through right till 8 o clock and woke up to constant rains again. Went back to the fun thing: photo shoots.

Leena had planned to have a black-n-blue and white-n-blue themes and everythingโ€ฆ.so we got all that done ๐Ÿ™‚ Gulfu, or professional photographer, was driven to madness by me and Jaya, making him click pic after pic of us both, till we finally got a snap we both liked ๐Ÿ˜‰

Gosh! We were having so much fun that we forgot to do the one thing girl-friends supposedly do the most: gossip! So, on the way back, when we stopped for lunch, we had a proper gossiping session as well. It was a laughing riot at the Maria International Hotel, Kothamangalam. But we got bored of it in less than 5 minutes. So we went back to what we were best at: making stupidly funny statements, one after the other. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Like Suraj kept telling me before we left Bangalore, the day we were doing countdowns for and waiting ever so excitedly, just slipped through our laugh riotsโ€ฆand we were back in Cochin before we even realised it ๐Ÿ˜ฆ But not before we planned out next trip: Malaysia in May 2011. Yes, itโ€™s a doubtful month (one that sounds skeptic), but we WILL go ๐Ÿ˜€ And then, little Ananya would be with us too! Yeyyyy!

We reached the same rainy Kochi that we left behind the previous day, at about 5.00 pm on Sunday; hugged, kissed and separated and went our waysโ€”everyone back to where we belonged. And, on Monday, back to work. I couldnโ€™t stop giggling now and then, even at work, thinking of the many funny incidents. I still am giggling! ๐Ÿ™‚ Next time, weโ€™ll make sure we carry a tape recorder along, so that the funnies can be recorded for later laughs ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜‰

A few good outcomes:

  • Got to know Lee n Gulfu are finally getting married. Yeyyyy.
  • Jaya quit her job, when she went back home and realised her baby had not missed her one bit the past two days! ๐Ÿ˜€ Between me and Jaya, we know why I say itโ€™s a good outcome ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ Sad though, that it wasn’t accepted ๐Ÿ˜€
  • The 8 of us have become closer, and know each other much better (so much so that weโ€™re actually sooo looking forward to the next trip)
  • Weโ€™ve definitely decided to make this a yearly thing. Next trip: Malaysia, Truly Asia ๐Ÿ˜‰
  • Each one of us knows there are at least 7 people whoโ€™ll be there for us, at any point of time ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Weโ€™ve realised that one does not need to be constantly in touch to maintain the friendship/or to have limitless fun when one meets up. What matters is just the mental wavelengthโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh that was one true-blue vacation. A real fun โ€˜meet-upโ€™. The best fun trip ever. I canโ€™t justify the fun with words. The rest of the gang who missed it: you guys missed a lot. And we missed you too! ๐Ÿ™‚

a bold new drive! :)

Yea. So, the vacation I had was not just about fun and beach and yummmmmy food and unwinding and more beach and everything. It was also lectures on and admonitions for not saving money…and being callously spendthrift ๐Ÿ˜€

Ok…I must give my poor dear in-laws their due: they were real darlings about it ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜‰

There. Now, that done, let me tell you, we had long siesta-turned-discussion stretches on how to save money. Hehe. Apparently, all the while, they’d thought I’m careful with that thing. Turned out, money leaves me more quickly than it does the husband ๐Ÿ˜€

Anyways, after we shot down suggestions of buying a house now, we settled on the topic of cars! All this while, instead of even thinking of buying one, we’d been shamelessly cruising around on the Matiz which the dad-in-law gave us when they moved from Kochi to Chennai for a year and half. That year and half is over, and he’s retiring end of this month. So, the Matiz has been called back for duty at Kochi.

At the cost of gifting us the down-payment for a new one ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ So, we happily said yes to “investing” in a car.

The husband had multiple options in mind. Ford Figo; Hyundai i10 and 20; Chevrolet Beat; Maruthi Swift.

I was hell-bent on a Maruthi Swift. Both set of parents said it looks like a frog. But well, who cares ๐Ÿ˜€

The dad-in-law suggested the Ford Figo; my dad agreed too. The common hatred of the Swift bound them both closer than fevicol ever could! ๐Ÿ˜€

The brother said “Never ford or chevvy; high maintenance”.

Finally, the husband and I struck a deal: I get to choose the car; he gets to choose the colour. [Yea. The husband swore never to buy a car unles it’s a black one! Sigh! Bowled over my complaints of it getting heated up, saying there’s auto climate control these days :D; so then the other option was to let me choose the car.] So well, it was decided we’re buying a black swift. ๐Ÿ˜€

Many test drives, comparisons, features, costs, EMIs, loan providers, opinions, likes and dont-likes, and colour-arguments later, we dumped all these options. There was one more babe in town.

We went. We saw. We fell (in love). With tuscan wine .
And the opinion was unanimous. Only the colour was a problem. But when the wife likes tuscan wine, the husband can’t whine! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜€

She’ll be home in 3 weeks! ๐Ÿ™‚

The tuscan wine punto.

The Tuscan Wine Fiat Grande Punto Emotion 1.2 (Petrol) ๐Ÿ™‚