Middle path

Wife: I again have acne appearing on the face.

Husband (working at the laptop) (sounding supportive): no dear, you are looking fine. I dont see them (from here).

Wife: No, they are there. You cant see them from afar. Look..(leaning closer and brings her face in the line of sight of husband)

Husband (examines as a specialist through different angles) ( finding himself stuck between truth and daresay): Umm, ahmmm..I dont know. "well, they are not visible from here "

Someone is surely learning the tricks of marriage..

Daughetrs of beautiful women are not pretty

In my teens I made a theory, "Daughters of beautiful women are not pretty". Oh yes, my mummy is very beautiful and hence the theory:) In times, I have met many who supported this theory and I have celebrity evidences too to support.

I take after my father in looks as well as in behaviour department. And often I used to rue over this fact too.That I dont have eyes, nose , smile and beauty like hers. Then one day, an old acquaintance came to meet my parents. She had known my parents since their youth but hadnt meet them for like 14-15 years. I had just begun college then. And when she saw me, she exclaims.." You have taken after your mother!! So tall, such elegance ". Now my mother's elegance and style of carrying herself is incomparable but needless to say, I was on moon. I shared it with my mother and slept with a smile on my face.

No one can say, on looking at me that I am my mother's daughter. You know how on seeing some person you feel like "oh she looks exactly like her mother's/ father's" I wanted that to happen with me. So couple of months back I was going through the photos we clicked during Deepawali and I have this moment "omg, I am looking like her. Not completely, surely I dont have beautiful eyes and the natural smile like her, but well the cringes around the eyes and the curl around the lips are unmistakenly hers."

So you see, I am evolving. First the height, then the cringes and curls, and maybe one day people look at me and exclaims"oh she looks exactly like her mother's"..That would surely be a grand day for me. And it would be of great help to me if with time her easy-going nature, child-like exuberance, energy and timeless elegance also rubs in..:)

Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful mommies and all their not-so-pretty daughters.:)

Generalising Magazines

After so many dayss I laughed so much that I was left with aching cheeks..
Sample Conversation:
Friend: you know J, my cousin appeared in the "Playboy" magazine with..
Me, ZZ, Her husband (rotfl): what!!??
Friend ( finally realising the name that she had mentioned and a bit embarrassed): oh not playboy..what's that magazine called??!! ummm.."Men's Health"..yes, he appeared in that magazine..
Ahh well, we now have a topic to tease J and her..

Things I hate/ love about you

"I love it when you snooze with me

Care-free and sound.

And hate it when you wake me up

Saying baby, its 7:00 am around.

And hate it when you fight with me

Those silent battles again..

And love it when the ice is broken

And we are back in the playfield sane.

I love it when you like the food

That i cook with love for you

And hate it when you forget to

Praise it highly like you used to

And i hate it when you watch those channels

With action and sci-fi

And love it when you blabber on

As i watch “Desparate Housewives”.

I love it when i see you

Rolling on the waves so happy

And hate it when you drive so fast

In the roads with traffic scary.

And i love the way you heartily laugh

Like a child on stupid jokes.

And i hate the fact that i don’t have

Dimple on cheeks like yours.

I love it when we travel around

This keeps me sane and going

And hate it when i cant match

your exuberance high and flying

I love you for the flowers you bring

And for your trademark ‘biryani’

I love you for your beautiful heart

For the love and understanding.

I hate you too as well mister

As i often keep saying

I hate for the zillion things

In my heart i know I m lying..

You see how much I love you

And hate you that as much

But if I want to change one thing

I ll keep you always as such."

And with these cheesy lines i break this self-implied blog-'fast'. You see, office, where my creativity is at its peak;)has blocked blogger..:(

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What to say of the home where

Husband wants to go to see "Dil to bachcha hain ji"

and wife "Saat Khoon Maaf".








Disclaimer: Now dont look at me with that expression. Definitely not the story of my home. ZZ is fine and doing good, only I am excited about to watch the murderous wife in action:)

life is good..

Date: 17/01/2011

Good start in the office..no boss, not much work
The situation changed after lunch, work started pouring in from all directions..
Had to stay late in the office, work still not completed..
Came back home at around 8:00pm, overall Bad day at office..
Bhai A called and shared a good news..
Mood lifted and spent the rest half an hour chatting to him and parents..
Was in no mood to cook dinner..
but proposed to cook some short-cut dinner
ZZ vetoed and suggested he would cook "Biryani" (he cooks the awesomest biryani and knows this;))
and ordered me to chop vegetables..
While chopping vegetables, suddenly i decided to cook "gobhi manchurian"..
Strange!! after initial protest ZZ was made convinced that it wont take much time..
So at 9:00 pm in the night, in between the glimpses of "Jhalak Dikhla Ja", the two master-chefs of our household were cooking biryani and gobhi-manchurian..
end result- lip-smacking food.
ah, well, all s well that ends well..
hmm, life is good...

And thereby hangs a tale

So I bought this book sometime in February last year. The book is a collection of short-stories by Jeffrey Archer. one of the reason i bought this book was the waves that one of its story "Caste-off" was creating. This was the true story based in India but my favourite among all of them was "The Queen's Birthday Telegram". short and sweet. After I was done reading the book, ZZ took this book with him . Those were the days when we were in a long-distance relationship. I had praised very highly of this book stating that the stories are short and easy to read. He took that book saying it would make a good read on his train –journeys.

Now reading for pleasure is not ZZ's forte. Months passed, weather changed, vacations were taken, bags were changed, I moved in with him but the book never left his side. He always carried that book along with him on his way to office. No matter how many times he emptied, cleared and refilled his back-pack, that book proudly lied there. He carries the back-up regularly to office, with the book inside it hoping he would get to read in his Metro ride to-and-fro home. Now in the so crowded metros, I can well imagine no one can get a chance to stand properly lest think about reading.

So as I saw him once again, ready to go office, his back-pack hanged on his shoulders, with the book inside, I thought, so apt. “And thereby hangs a tale”.