Sunday and it has been boring. So I flick a tag from DD and do it.
LAST TIMES…
1. Last beverage: Coke
2. Last phone call: My Mom
3. Last text message: On March 14th, from Tejaswini asking if i'm in India or did I already leave.
4. Last song you listened to: Some english song on the radio, can't r'ber.
5. Last time you cried: Read my last blog post, you'll know it.
HAVE YOU EVER...
6. Dated someone twice: No
7. Been cheated on? : No, who'd dare do that?
8. Kissed someone & regretted it? Non
9. Lost someone special? Yes
10. Been depressed? Yes
11. Been drunk and threw up? No... i can't get drunk..atleast in this life...I can't stand alcohol.
LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:
12. Purple
13.White
14. Black
15. Canary yellow
FIRSTS :
16. Made new friends: in school, in college, in colony.
17. Fallen out of love: No, grown out of crushes several times.
18. Laughed until you cried: Many a times.
19. Met someone who changed you: Yes
20. Found out who your true friends were: Yes
21. Found out someone was talking about you: No. :)
HAVE YOU:
22. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: No.
23. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: 95% of them.
24. How many kids do you want to have: ???? Two
25. Do you have any pets: No and I wouldn't want to have any.
26. Do you want to change your name: Initially yes... now NO.
27. What did you do for your last birthday: Sat by the phone. recd wishes from everyone, followed by dining out with parents and finally doing a tag on the blog.
28.What time did you wake up today: 8:30 Sg time. So thats 6 AM IST. :)
29. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching Bheja fry
30. Name something you CANNOT wait for : Ppl to ping me ol.
31. Last time you saw your father: last week
32. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: it wouldn't be my life if i changed it, no?
33. Most visited web page: Gmail/ my blog/ FB/ Rediffmail
WHAT'S YOUR :
34. Name: PURNIMA
35. Nicknames: heeehehee..long list there.. I'll mention the preferred ones here : Purni/ Poo/ PP/ Purnu
36. Zodiac sign: Aquarius
37. Male or female or transgender : Female
38. Elementary: a nice, boring school in Pune
39. Colleges: BMCC.. it rocked!
40. Hair color: Natural Dark brown.
41. Long or short: lill more than shoulder-length
42. Height: Taller than ppl shorter than me, shorter than ppl taller than me. :)
43. Do you have a crush on someone? oh yes! yes, i do.
44. Ever been in love? Yes...so many times.
45. Piercings? Pierced ears
46. Tattoos? No and never
47. Righty or lefty: Righty
48. First surgery: None and i plan to keep it that way for my lifetime.
49. First piercing: 12 days after i was born.
50. First best friend: Poorvaja
51. First sport you loved: and still love - cycling
52. First pet : a parrot that came unannounced
53. First vacation: i think it was Agra/ haridwar etc..something...can't r'ber.
54. First concert: what??!
55. First crush: Mithun Chakravarthy, at the age of 4, mind ya. ;)
RIGHT NOW:
56. Eating: thandi hawa
57. Drinking: nothin
58. I'm about to: get more bored than I'm already
59. Listening to: the vehicles speed by the expressway.
60. Waiting for: trip back home. :( I'm homesick.
YOUR FUTURE
61. Want kids? Sure. :)
62. Want to get married? Of course, why not?
63. Careers in mind? Translator/ interpretor/ teacher. and my dream career is to be a carpenter.
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
64. Lips or eyes: Eyes
65. Hugs or kisses: Depends on the relation. I can't hug /kiss random men! LOL
66. Shorter or taller: Taller than me.
67. Older or Younger: Older
68. Romantic or spontaneous: a bit of both
69. Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice Arms
70. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive
71. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship, all the way.
72. Trouble maker or hesitant: Trouble maker
HAVE YOU EVER :
73. Kissed a stranger: Am I SO mad?
74. Lost glasses/contacts: Neva, I'm too careful abt them.
76. Broken some one's heart: I dunno..if i have, that person hasn't told me.
77. Had your own heart broken: Yes :( Mommmmyy!
78. Been arrested: I lead a perfectly legal life. :D
79. Turned someone down: Yes
80. Cried when someone died: Yes
81. Liked a friend that is a girl? : My girlfriends are my lifelines. how can I not like them?
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
81. Yourself: Yes
82. Miracles: yes, no, maybe.
83. God: Totally, completely.
84. Love at first sight: Nopesie
85. Heaven: yes, go eat Karim's kebabs and you'll know what I'm talking abt.
86. Santa Claus: nah!
87. Kiss on the first date? umm...gotta think
88. Angels: no... but angelic streaks in ppl, yes
89. Devils: ditto as abv.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
90. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes.Yess.Yesss. and that person isn't with me. :(
91. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? No
92. Wanted to kill someone ever? yes and i still wanna kill them.
93. Among you blog mates, whom would you like to kiss? why is this tag so interested in knowing ppls' kissing kahanis?? anyways, no
94. Committed a blunder and regretted later? : I'm a blunder waiting to happen.
95. Wanted to steal you friend's boyfriend / girlfriend? Nah! i don't chino dusron ke sar dards.
ASSOCIATE WITH SOMETHING YOU WEAR :
96. White: socks
97. Black: Kohl
98. Red: PJ
99. Pink: Lipstick
100. Posting this as 100 Truths? of course.
I tag you, Rayshma.
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
My Ex-home - 8 Darpan Apts
Disclaimer : This is highly emotional post for me; as it concerns my old home. I haven't paid attention to anything except pouring my heart out here. It is heavily pounded with my feelings and may sound drab for you... even then I choose to write this.
As much as I hate to admit to my emotional side, this post is contradictory to that.
I was a gawky lil', innocent 6 yr old when we came to stay at Pune... at Darpan. I do not remember the day when we came to stay there... I can hardly reminisce any memories of me and my brother crying till eyes bulged because we'd to shift to Pune permanently away from our maternal grandparents... nor do i know anything about the hard time that we gave to our mother during the process of settling down.... Thus, Darpan has always been my home, since I remember.
It was a beautiful house with a biiig drawing room, kitchen big enough to accommodate the dining table for 6 and the fridge and still leave space for 5 people at a time, 2 large bedrooms with a balcony for each. It had an amazing layout, that not many houses can boast of. It appealed to that 6 yr old girl and that 11 yr old boy because it had a lot of space to run behind each other during fist fights. We made this house, our home, and welcomed it into our lives and heart just as it had to us.
My home was my heaven, my haven. I've spent a major part of my life there. I've not just grown up there, but I've evolved there. Right from being a cranky 6 to sweet 16.... from a girl to a teenager to the threshold of being a lady...all happened there. That house has seen my transition : physical, mental and psychological. It was a sanctury that I looked forward to coming back each day from school. It has witnessed our lives for 15 long years : good days, bad days..every single thing.
We sold the house 3 yrs back for unavoidable reasons. I realise we just sold the house, not our home, not the memories. And since the 3 years, whenever we go there, we dare to lift our eyes up at the second floor and remind ourselves of the wonderful time we'd had there. The person who's bought it had rented it out to a computer institute.... though we couldn't be in there, we could atleast see our house.
Recently, when I went there and casually glanced up, there were workers breaking down the walls of my house. I was frozen... I couldn't move... I just stood there watching the remains of the walls of my room hitting the ground... I could see the chunks of concrete lying there... the paint which we had choosen lovingly for our bedrooms. They had just done away with both our balconies. Tears sprung up in my eyes then and there. With the each hammer blow, i felt a knife piercing my insides. I just couldn't stand there any longer.
Yet when I knew I'd have no courage to climb the stairs and see what is not remaining; I went there, again after some days with my cousin and my mother... just to see ..... And it was a very unwelcoming sight. The walls had disappeared, the kitchen was gone, it was just an empty space with pillars staring back at me. This was when I'd flashing memories of everything that took place in those 15 years.
1. I blowed bubbles with V in the balcony.
2. We tied strings to the polythene bags and flew them like kites from the same balcony, since we didn't have a common terrace.
3. We played Holi in our bathroom with hot water because mom didn't let us go out and play as the finals were nearing.
4. I fought with V and cried myself to sleep because I wanted to put up my Hrithik Roshan poster on the same wall where he's already pasted his Sachin Tendulkar one.
5. Mom refused to give me money to buy a new top because there was not a single penny at home.
6. V, me and mom made pizzas at home.
7. V got really great marks in 10th and 12th.
8. I got good grades in 10th n 12th.
9. My grandpa expired.
10. My dad bought us, our first new car.
11. Guests came in everyday at 7 and disrupted our study time.
12. Saw mom running a successful creche with 15+ children.
13. Played hide n seek and teacher-teacher with those kids.
14. V met with an accident.
15. Me, dad and mom met with an accident.
16. Rearranged furniture in the house at regular intervals.
17. Distributed Diwali sweets to neighbours, hindus, christians alike.
18. Johnson uncle sending Black forest cake every christmas without fail.
19. Making killas during Diwali.
20. Fighting with friends.
21. Bought new AC.
22. sat up whole night when cousins came.
23. turned V's arm black and blue when he called my friends stupid.
... and so many more uncountable memories came crumbling down in front of me. My favorite corner in my bedroom had vanished, the rooms in which our mom locked us up during extreme fights were laid bare. The kitchen where we spent our summer Rasna time wasn't there. There were only workers with their hammers staring at a silly girl that was standing there and wiping off her tears.
I was unable to hold this surge of emotions in me. I just stood still and cried silently... and yet through that hazy vision I could see myself running around my home, loitering in the passage, studying in the balcony... and I couldn't yet believe that all this was no more. The house which we had turned into a home had died a silent death and all I could do was CRY. That night I couldn't get it out of my head. I kept replaying the images of my home and the proposed showroom in my mind. I kept cursing the fellow who bought our house, I kept wishing that my dad should've been a multimillionaire to afford a second house w/o having to sell the first one. I shed tears again. And I shamelessly admit, that I do each time I remember 8 Darpan Apts... I did, several times, while doing this post.
ETA : now we live in another house in the same area... it is bigger and better, a dream house and yet has provided us the warmth of our old house. We all love to love it. and as long as I live, this house is not going anywhere.
As much as I hate to admit to my emotional side, this post is contradictory to that.
I was a gawky lil', innocent 6 yr old when we came to stay at Pune... at Darpan. I do not remember the day when we came to stay there... I can hardly reminisce any memories of me and my brother crying till eyes bulged because we'd to shift to Pune permanently away from our maternal grandparents... nor do i know anything about the hard time that we gave to our mother during the process of settling down.... Thus, Darpan has always been my home, since I remember.
It was a beautiful house with a biiig drawing room, kitchen big enough to accommodate the dining table for 6 and the fridge and still leave space for 5 people at a time, 2 large bedrooms with a balcony for each. It had an amazing layout, that not many houses can boast of. It appealed to that 6 yr old girl and that 11 yr old boy because it had a lot of space to run behind each other during fist fights. We made this house, our home, and welcomed it into our lives and heart just as it had to us.
My home was my heaven, my haven. I've spent a major part of my life there. I've not just grown up there, but I've evolved there. Right from being a cranky 6 to sweet 16.... from a girl to a teenager to the threshold of being a lady...all happened there. That house has seen my transition : physical, mental and psychological. It was a sanctury that I looked forward to coming back each day from school. It has witnessed our lives for 15 long years : good days, bad days..every single thing.
We sold the house 3 yrs back for unavoidable reasons. I realise we just sold the house, not our home, not the memories. And since the 3 years, whenever we go there, we dare to lift our eyes up at the second floor and remind ourselves of the wonderful time we'd had there. The person who's bought it had rented it out to a computer institute.... though we couldn't be in there, we could atleast see our house.
Recently, when I went there and casually glanced up, there were workers breaking down the walls of my house. I was frozen... I couldn't move... I just stood there watching the remains of the walls of my room hitting the ground... I could see the chunks of concrete lying there... the paint which we had choosen lovingly for our bedrooms. They had just done away with both our balconies. Tears sprung up in my eyes then and there. With the each hammer blow, i felt a knife piercing my insides. I just couldn't stand there any longer.
Yet when I knew I'd have no courage to climb the stairs and see what is not remaining; I went there, again after some days with my cousin and my mother... just to see ..... And it was a very unwelcoming sight. The walls had disappeared, the kitchen was gone, it was just an empty space with pillars staring back at me. This was when I'd flashing memories of everything that took place in those 15 years.
1. I blowed bubbles with V in the balcony.
2. We tied strings to the polythene bags and flew them like kites from the same balcony, since we didn't have a common terrace.
3. We played Holi in our bathroom with hot water because mom didn't let us go out and play as the finals were nearing.
4. I fought with V and cried myself to sleep because I wanted to put up my Hrithik Roshan poster on the same wall where he's already pasted his Sachin Tendulkar one.
5. Mom refused to give me money to buy a new top because there was not a single penny at home.
6. V, me and mom made pizzas at home.
7. V got really great marks in 10th and 12th.
8. I got good grades in 10th n 12th.
9. My grandpa expired.
10. My dad bought us, our first new car.
11. Guests came in everyday at 7 and disrupted our study time.
12. Saw mom running a successful creche with 15+ children.
13. Played hide n seek and teacher-teacher with those kids.
14. V met with an accident.
15. Me, dad and mom met with an accident.
16. Rearranged furniture in the house at regular intervals.
17. Distributed Diwali sweets to neighbours, hindus, christians alike.
18. Johnson uncle sending Black forest cake every christmas without fail.
19. Making killas during Diwali.
20. Fighting with friends.
21. Bought new AC.
22. sat up whole night when cousins came.
23. turned V's arm black and blue when he called my friends stupid.
... and so many more uncountable memories came crumbling down in front of me. My favorite corner in my bedroom had vanished, the rooms in which our mom locked us up during extreme fights were laid bare. The kitchen where we spent our summer Rasna time wasn't there. There were only workers with their hammers staring at a silly girl that was standing there and wiping off her tears.
I was unable to hold this surge of emotions in me. I just stood still and cried silently... and yet through that hazy vision I could see myself running around my home, loitering in the passage, studying in the balcony... and I couldn't yet believe that all this was no more. The house which we had turned into a home had died a silent death and all I could do was CRY. That night I couldn't get it out of my head. I kept replaying the images of my home and the proposed showroom in my mind. I kept cursing the fellow who bought our house, I kept wishing that my dad should've been a multimillionaire to afford a second house w/o having to sell the first one. I shed tears again. And I shamelessly admit, that I do each time I remember 8 Darpan Apts... I did, several times, while doing this post.
ETA : now we live in another house in the same area... it is bigger and better, a dream house and yet has provided us the warmth of our old house. We all love to love it. and as long as I live, this house is not going anywhere.
Saturday, 28 March 2009
V, N, Me
Location n situation : V, my SIL, N, and me in a restaurant at Sg 3 yrs back.
V : Purni, we'll search for a nice groom for you here.
Me : uhh... I....
N : oh ya, Purni... we'll enjoy... with you n your family here too...then we'll even tell your parents to shift here....cool no?
V : yea yea... very. yea, get married after 8-10 more years.
Me : listen, I...
N : WHAT?? 10 more years? are you alright?
V : yes. I want her with me. Purni, ok no? 28-29 pe shaadi?
Me : arrreee...
N : :O!!! how can you tell her that? No, Purni, get married in another 3-4 yrs. You should also enjoy your life with your partner, u'know?
V : Nothing doing.... 7 years minimum.... Its ok....
Me : but arre, listen....
N : how come you dint insist on getting married to me after 7-8 yrs? afterall I and purni are almost the same age!
V : different for you.
Me : will you??....???
N : no wait, Purni!! how come? you have different set of rules? for each one of us?
Me : ARRRRREEEEEE STOP!
*silence*
... do you both realise that what you are arguing is about my marriage?
V & N : yes, of course...who else?
Me : Then, how come I'm not even asked at what age I want to get married????
V : gladly.... let us know... go ahead...tell this SIL of yours that u wanna get married at 28-29.
N : keep quiet. let her speak... go on tell... but let me remind you 24-25 best age.
Me : I don't know! I haven't thought abt it...I was ....
V : see what I told you... she's indecisive..i tell you 27....
N : No you shouldn't fill crap in her mind..she'll....
Me : siiiiigh *buried my head in the menu card and let the waiter come and interrupt*
V : Purni, we'll search for a nice groom for you here.
Me : uhh... I....
N : oh ya, Purni... we'll enjoy... with you n your family here too...then we'll even tell your parents to shift here....cool no?
V : yea yea... very. yea, get married after 8-10 more years.
Me : listen, I...
N : WHAT?? 10 more years? are you alright?
V : yes. I want her with me. Purni, ok no? 28-29 pe shaadi?
Me : arrreee...
N : :O!!! how can you tell her that? No, Purni, get married in another 3-4 yrs. You should also enjoy your life with your partner, u'know?
V : Nothing doing.... 7 years minimum.... Its ok....
Me : but arre, listen....
N : how come you dint insist on getting married to me after 7-8 yrs? afterall I and purni are almost the same age!
V : different for you.
Me : will you??....???
N : no wait, Purni!! how come? you have different set of rules? for each one of us?
Me : ARRRRREEEEEE STOP!
*silence*
... do you both realise that what you are arguing is about my marriage?
V & N : yes, of course...who else?
Me : Then, how come I'm not even asked at what age I want to get married????
V : gladly.... let us know... go ahead...tell this SIL of yours that u wanna get married at 28-29.
N : keep quiet. let her speak... go on tell... but let me remind you 24-25 best age.
Me : I don't know! I haven't thought abt it...I was ....
V : see what I told you... she's indecisive..i tell you 27....
N : No you shouldn't fill crap in her mind..she'll....
Me : siiiiigh *buried my head in the menu card and let the waiter come and interrupt*
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
I-don't-know-what-to-call-this
Note : there's nothing really to read about... Just my state of mind, which at the moment is "wired confusion"
There are so many things in daily life that I want to talk about. Say it to someone... speak out my mind... babble on sans cesse. And for these rambunctious thoughts of mine, I have a blog too. Just then, why does it feel so wrong to articulate my each and every thought or feeling?
Right now, I'm ready to blurt to anyone, all those things which mean nothing to me though in a weird sort of way is a part of my life. Because I fear they sound silly when I say it to someone. I am also too conscious of the fact that no one wants to know the inane details of my life and am very much particular about not burdening others with my loads and baggage... I just can't do it. I've very well done the job of handling this kind of situation for others.... but when it comes to me feeling uncomfortable; I'd rather shut my mouth and sulk than confide in a friend. I, sometimes, find it very difficult to live with myself when I'm in such sticky situation. Mind you, I'm not even complaining... if this seems like it then I'm sorry, I definitely am not complaining.
I can very well hide my emotions. I can smile or laugh or act silly even if I've had a huge fallout with someone and am feeling depressed, angry or even feel like crying over it. And no one even knows what going on behind me. This, I'm complaining.... not about others, but about myself. Why do I do that? Because then to myself, it seems, no one cares to ask me if I've had a bad day, unless I tell them myself. But then again, I never say it to anyone!! Like some 99% of the time, I won't. Even when I say so, I won't tell the reason why I'm so. Why? Because trusting others with my feelings doesn't come easily to me. I staunchly believe, I'm my Best Friend.
Currently, I am dying to let know about my feelings towards my ex-home (which I'm gonna write, no matter what) , what it feels like when friends write about memories they've had with me, albeit it was an Fb tag and was meant to be a fun-element, what high I get when Baby J comes running to me for a hug, how badly I miss my routine back home, what fun it is to teach V French, how much I miss my college days, how flashing memories of childhood brings tears to my eyes no matter what situation I'm in.... these and more.... No connections with one another, yet so close to my heart, my being. Siiigh!
And this whole post, when I'm not in a sulky, stinky mood.
There are so many things in daily life that I want to talk about. Say it to someone... speak out my mind... babble on sans cesse. And for these rambunctious thoughts of mine, I have a blog too. Just then, why does it feel so wrong to articulate my each and every thought or feeling?
Right now, I'm ready to blurt to anyone, all those things which mean nothing to me though in a weird sort of way is a part of my life. Because I fear they sound silly when I say it to someone. I am also too conscious of the fact that no one wants to know the inane details of my life and am very much particular about not burdening others with my loads and baggage... I just can't do it. I've very well done the job of handling this kind of situation for others.... but when it comes to me feeling uncomfortable; I'd rather shut my mouth and sulk than confide in a friend. I, sometimes, find it very difficult to live with myself when I'm in such sticky situation. Mind you, I'm not even complaining... if this seems like it then I'm sorry, I definitely am not complaining.
I can very well hide my emotions. I can smile or laugh or act silly even if I've had a huge fallout with someone and am feeling depressed, angry or even feel like crying over it. And no one even knows what going on behind me. This, I'm complaining.... not about others, but about myself. Why do I do that? Because then to myself, it seems, no one cares to ask me if I've had a bad day, unless I tell them myself. But then again, I never say it to anyone!! Like some 99% of the time, I won't. Even when I say so, I won't tell the reason why I'm so. Why? Because trusting others with my feelings doesn't come easily to me. I staunchly believe, I'm my Best Friend.
Currently, I am dying to let know about my feelings towards my ex-home (which I'm gonna write, no matter what) , what it feels like when friends write about memories they've had with me, albeit it was an Fb tag and was meant to be a fun-element, what high I get when Baby J comes running to me for a hug, how badly I miss my routine back home, what fun it is to teach V French, how much I miss my college days, how flashing memories of childhood brings tears to my eyes no matter what situation I'm in.... these and more.... No connections with one another, yet so close to my heart, my being. Siiigh!
And this whole post, when I'm not in a sulky, stinky mood.
Monday, 16 March 2009
Le Commencement
V and me had our first session of french lessons yesterday. :\
First, he wanted to check if the teacher, herself knew anything about french. So I was supposed to be honoured to be interviewed by this prestigeous student. Well, here I was saying "i-don't-know-what-this-word-means, i-have-not-heard-this-word-before" to all kinds of weird words that he was finding in the bilingual dictionary.
This is one student who's gonna keep me on my toes, asking me the history behind every word that is spelt wrong, pronounced wrong. :\ and this teacher's gonna whack him for every nonsensical questions. He won't even complain to his parents. ;)
Snippet from our comical class yesterday :
Me : ... fine now that we finished learning how to tell time... how will you tell when it'll be 10:36 AM?
V : no one will ask me 10:36 AM.
Me : why not? One can show you a digital clock which shows 10:36 and ask you to tell the time. what will you say? Now tell, Quelle heure est-il? (what time is it?)
V : After 4 mins, it'll be 10:40.
Me : WHAT?!
V : * triumphantly smiling at his witty answer *
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After the class, when SIL asked me how the class was, I said "well, this must be the first time ever in history, and maybe, even in the future... the teacher was looking at the watch intently, waiting for the class to get over."
First, he wanted to check if the teacher, herself knew anything about french. So I was supposed to be honoured to be interviewed by this prestigeous student. Well, here I was saying "i-don't-know-what-this-word-means, i-have-not-heard-this-word-before" to all kinds of weird words that he was finding in the bilingual dictionary.
This is one student who's gonna keep me on my toes, asking me the history behind every word that is spelt wrong, pronounced wrong. :\ and this teacher's gonna whack him for every nonsensical questions. He won't even complain to his parents. ;)
Snippet from our comical class yesterday :
Me : ... fine now that we finished learning how to tell time... how will you tell when it'll be 10:36 AM?
V : no one will ask me 10:36 AM.
Me : why not? One can show you a digital clock which shows 10:36 and ask you to tell the time. what will you say? Now tell, Quelle heure est-il? (what time is it?)
V : After 4 mins, it'll be 10:40.
Me : WHAT?!
V : * triumphantly smiling at his witty answer *
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After the class, when SIL asked me how the class was, I said "well, this must be the first time ever in history, and maybe, even in the future... the teacher was looking at the watch intently, waiting for the class to get over."
Friday, 13 March 2009
At the Airport,
after the security check, getting bored in the waiting area, blogging thru' my lappy, showing-off, trying to look important like the five others. :) I'm zapped at the beautification of the Chatrapati Shivaji Airport, Mumbai. Its quite good, going by the look it had, just the previous year. Impressed! There's stuff to see around... like just see... Gucci, Swarowski, and some perfume shops... (no biiiiig book shop though :( )... and places where u can eat, KFC, Pizza Hut, CCD...
Had to shell Rs. 130 for a cheese sandwich and rs 100 for coffee and idli!!! I think I shud chuck off the 3 !, since I should have seen that coming, innit?
We sailed through the check-in, immigration and the security check smoothly. The staff was courteous too! Guess they finally have learnt their etiquettes while communicating to the passengers. :D
Lotsa passengers, whiling their time. And one that caught my attention was an Indian female donning an "I Love NY" T-shirt, heading for Sg. Why couldn't she buy 'I love my India' T, is out of my comprehension... and fortunately, I don't see any children, that means I can have a peaceful flight, without the stupid brats running in the aisle area. Me is positively beaming!!!
Some Parag fellow has given his pre- boarding speech. so i better get ready to pack my lappy and leave. Will blog when in Sg. :)
Had to shell Rs. 130 for a cheese sandwich and rs 100 for coffee and idli!!! I think I shud chuck off the 3 !, since I should have seen that coming, innit?
We sailed through the check-in, immigration and the security check smoothly. The staff was courteous too! Guess they finally have learnt their etiquettes while communicating to the passengers. :D
Lotsa passengers, whiling their time. And one that caught my attention was an Indian female donning an "I Love NY" T-shirt, heading for Sg. Why couldn't she buy 'I love my India' T, is out of my comprehension... and fortunately, I don't see any children, that means I can have a peaceful flight, without the stupid brats running in the aisle area. Me is positively beaming!!!
Some Parag fellow has given his pre- boarding speech. so i better get ready to pack my lappy and leave. Will blog when in Sg. :)
Monday, 9 March 2009
Update - 9th March '09
Hi all,
Some update from my side.
I'm gng to Sg to my brother's place this Saturday for it is Baby J's 2nd birthday and V needs some help with his french. That extends my stay for a full month and half. As much as I'm gonna enjoy it there, I'll miss my stuff back home. There's still a whoop of joy that I can manage there, since I'll be carrying my lappy... that means I'll stay connected. :) Yet, I cannot promise you when my next post will make its appearance. :( DDD, Rayshma and Rasna, patience dearies.
I have a lot of blog posts happening in my tiny brain, right now. Lekin time constraints, people!! Can hardly find time to sit with a peaceful mind that doesn't wander around even without provocation. There are Baby J tales, Bagga tales and a very emotional post that HAS to be put up here. Do bug me for them. Else they'll stay forever in my mind.
I've resolved things NOT to do at Sg, throughout my stay :
1. Be lured by the amazing palate of food the food-courts offer.
2. Buy clothes even if they are free.
3. Think of buying stilettos even when I know I can't walk in them. :
4. Give in to V's and my SIL's pampering; for anything; literally.
Siiiigh! gotta go back to packing, unpacking, repacking, super-packing, hyper-packing and finance management.
Will see you people soon enough.
Truly, yours truly,
Purnima
Some update from my side.
I'm gng to Sg to my brother's place this Saturday for it is Baby J's 2nd birthday and V needs some help with his french. That extends my stay for a full month and half. As much as I'm gonna enjoy it there, I'll miss my stuff back home. There's still a whoop of joy that I can manage there, since I'll be carrying my lappy... that means I'll stay connected. :) Yet, I cannot promise you when my next post will make its appearance. :( DDD, Rayshma and Rasna, patience dearies.
I have a lot of blog posts happening in my tiny brain, right now. Lekin time constraints, people!! Can hardly find time to sit with a peaceful mind that doesn't wander around even without provocation. There are Baby J tales, Bagga tales and a very emotional post that HAS to be put up here. Do bug me for them. Else they'll stay forever in my mind.
I've resolved things NOT to do at Sg, throughout my stay :
1. Be lured by the amazing palate of food the food-courts offer.
2. Buy clothes even if they are free.
3. Think of buying stilettos even when I know I can't walk in them. :
4. Give in to V's and my SIL's pampering; for anything; literally.
Siiiigh! gotta go back to packing, unpacking, repacking, super-packing, hyper-packing and finance management.
Will see you people soon enough.
Truly, yours truly,
Purnima
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