it's all relative

And I wonder.

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 06:23:00 +0000

the quickness of it all -
the tennis racquet
and the ping pong ball
- of the days gone by

the quickness of it all -
the chinese whispers
the snake and ladders
- of the days gone by

the quickness of it all -
the stories
and tales
of mermaids and ogres
sea monsters and saints
- of the days gone by

the quickness of it all -
the wonder the beauty

of picnics and 'frooty'

- of the days gone by

the quickness of it all -

the flirting and hurting
the fresher's queen and the king

- of the days gone by

a day.. two days

months into decades

and I wonder

at the quickness of it all.

Important things.

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 06:02:00 +0000

The RJ asked ,"How connected are you to your partner ? How well do you communicate ? Do you also talk about yourselves or is it that all you talk about are the important things? What about things that all not important ? ".

Important things ... But what are they? According to her they are the decisions in life. Umm, a sampler..

What fridge to buy.when to pick up the kids ? Who's turn to get the Vegetables ? Where to put the extra bedding for the visiting relatives? How good will the weather be in the coming days ? *sigh!*

Such mundane monotonous talks! Things, that after some time start getting done all no their own. You don't need to mediate. No intervention, not even initiation is required.

We tend to know all such matters. You would know what is your husband's favourite restaurant but do you know what his dreams are? You know your wife's favourite dress but do you know her fears too?

All that we tend to talk about in the initial days determines whether we'll be happy or not and also in some cases whether the relationship will last at all or not. These random no-talk-talks are what make sure that two people grow apart. That they find each others' company boring and that it becomes an effort to talk to the spouse when back home from work! Is this what we picture our relationship to be like when we begin a new one?

We say we share. Share our home our space our bed we may, but do we really share our lives?

Easier way.

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 07:10:00 +0000

When I was a little younger, maybe in class 10th or 11th, I thought I had seen it all ( yea, yea, teenage ignorance! :P). And then I would read in the newspapers about some random suicide here or there. The adolescent mind, overworking as always, would try to find a suicide option. But all those that it could come up with were either -

1. painful and scary or

2. very painful and very scary.

Alas! Had I only known about the one option that was not painful(enjoyable even, according to my friends!) and not scary at all, I might have tried it!!!! :D

One of those ads that strike a chord. Immediately.

And why.

Disclaimer : Even if ever I would have thought that I might be able to withstand the pain and not be chicken from trying either of them(very hypothetically speaking), I knew I wouldn't do it as there were people who loved me and who would be devastated if I were dead.

Happy teacher's day!

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 10:48:00 +0000

I have started teaching! It was something I never thought I would do. There are always those times in your life when you look down upon some profession or other. We have all had this when we were in the college, directed towards the only accessible-for-scorn profession - teaching!

And yet, here I am, teaching and enjoying every second of it. :)

It is an interior designing institute in Delhi and they wanted a part time faculty(read 8:00 to 10:00) in the morning. They got my reference from some random job site and pursued me(benefits of being a part of a big architectural firm :P) till the time I gave in! My only concern was how do I manage office and this together. But I am doing it, and hope I'd be able to continue.

I guess what drives me is the will to teach others what I know. And yes, it certainly is easier said than done. :)

p.s. - I got a teacher's day card(yea yea.. it was a guy and yes he was trying to strike points) and a few wishes, here and there.. :) on the second class.. it was very very embarrassing and yet very touching for some strange reason!

August Rush

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 15:15:00 +0000

It's a tale from one full moon night to the other. only that they happen to be eleven years away from each other. A tale that begins one night, follows the notes and crescendos, to reach the grand finale the other.

Lyla and Louis, follow the music. And find each other instead. It was just one night they had spent together and yet a connection so deep had been forged.

Shortly after his birth, their child had been put up at an orphanage by Lyla's father while lying to her saying it was a stillbirth. Louis, of course, had no clue that he was a father.
Their forced separation made the music within them die.
The story, the movie, is not about them. It is about their son, Evan, who even after eleven years of no contact from either of the parents believes that they are alive and that he would find them. That, the music would help him find them.

And it does. The movie indeed is an incredible journey moving at the speed of sound.

p.s. The dvd of this movie was a gift. :)
If any of you has not seen it, you can catch it on August 29th on Pix! :) Enjoy!

Get Well Soon!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 12:33:00 +0000

What do you do when someone you love falls sick? I panic. So I realised in the past couple of days. Not in a way that I don't kno what to do, where to go et al. But panic in the weirder way. Where I feel helpless AND useless if I am not doing something that helps in wellbeing of the patient!!! Even if it is only a case of the influenza!
It's as if I already have a list of questions-to-ask ready! :P And they don't even vary either of the 40 times a day that I ask them!!!
Are you cold?
Do you think you have fever?
Are you sure?
We'll take the temperature?
Are you hungry?
Do you want to eat anything?
Are you sure?
Are you cold?
Do you want another blanket?
Are you sure?
Do you want to drink anything?
Do you want soup?
Are you sure?
Watermelon juice?

The answers to most of them, as you might have guessed, is a NO. Except for 'Are you sure?' For which it is a very firm and insistant YES! :D

Now I know what my mother means when she says, " You'd realise it only when you become a mother!!"
*Aah! did I hear a chuckle somewhere?!*

p.s. If you're reading this before you get well.. please get well soon! If not for yourself then for me!! I dont like the fact that I've turned into a nagging mother!!!!
*sigh*

Not a child and not a Goddess

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 13:09:00 +0000

Girl - I am not feeling good. I am low and irritated and snappy and I feel I am not looking good today.
Boy - Oh! That's why you didn't go to work today?!
Girl - Yeah.. You got that right, I am looking ugly today. I don't like it at all.
Boy - That's okay, sweetheart. Even you can't look beautiful all the times. It's okay to look bad sometimes. Some days you look good, some days you don't. It happens.

*sigh*

Is it not nice to be treated like an adult. As an equal. Ask me. It is a relief. To know that it's alright. Alright for you to be scared of losing something. And that even if you do, it'll be alright.
There could've been two different ways the conversation could have gone other than the aforementioned.
One could've been when the boy tries to tell her that she still is pretty. Despite everything, she still is. Put her up on a pedestal. What a farce. Yet the girl smiles. She likes the compliments. Knowing very well that he's fibbing. If it did make her feel good, then, later a doubt creeps in. Does he always fib when he praises me?

On the other hand, the boy could have convinced her that he would love her, no matter what. However she looks. That looks don't matter. She smiles. The objective achieved. But she's no kid. Is she? She knows the importance of each and every aspect of her own self. Then who is the boy kidding, anyway? Not himself for sure. Would his neck not turn every time a pretty young thing walks past them. Even with her hand in his own? And would she not know that it did?!

The only way to deal, is to strike a balance. It might hurt just a little bit, but it'll be easier. To tell her, that's is alright. It's only human. And that the only way is, to deal with it. And accept it. That she is an adult. And an equal.
Not a child and not a Goddess.

Beautiful vs Not so.

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:09:00 +0000

Beauty, somehow, always manages to elicit different responses from different women. From men it is always the same. It's perhaps the appreciative look that they give. That tells us women, how one of them is more preferred than the rest.

And yes, does being beautiful not help the women?!

It eases the whole process. The ticket queues from the govt offices to the movie theaters. If not quicker, it is more comfortable.

'Beautiful women can get away with murder' is what someone I know keeps saying.

As a conclusion after another of the many conversations that I keep having with this friend, I realised how difficult it must be for some of the girls for a few years. When they are not pretty enough and the boys are cruel. Yes, I mean the age bracket of 12-15 yrs.
Girls are getting there. From being cute to becoming pretty. But boys don't like them. Yet.
I thanked my stars then, that I was an alright looking girl even in those years. I say alright because I had my doubts all the times, despite the compliments. Either I'd be too thin or too fat. Too fair or too dark. Too curly or too straight. It could never be perfect. Even today.
An old joke goes something like this -
Q - Why is an average woman more good looking than intelligent
A - Because an average man can see better than he can think!

Well, we seem to be obsessed with beauty and beauty products.
And for good reason too. What does a girl do when a guy she really likes and finds the feeling to be reciprocated converses her like this -

Girl - I am not feeling good. I am low and irritated and snappy and I feel I am not looking good today.
Boy - Oh! That's why you didn't go to work today?!
Girl - Yeah.. You got that right, I am looking ugly today. I don't like it at all.
Boy - That's okay, sweetheart. Even you can't look beautiful all the times. It's okay to look bad sometimes. Some days you look good, some days you don't. It happens.

Umm.. did they not know there's a word called pampering?! :P
Also, am I only a pretty face? and that once when I stop looking good.. well.. *shudders*

This only teaches you, you gotta look good all times. Else there's more fish in the sea! :P
More on this in a bit. Maybe the other perspective. ;-)

When a woman loves a man

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 16:31:00 +0000

Never has it been said by a man that he's understood a woman. And never will he be able to say that.
They can only perhaps try to understand. That is, if at all the woman lets them.
Let me try to simplify the process. I'll take David Lehman's help here and quote something out of 'When a woman loves a man' (complete poem). That is so how we want things to be like.

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."

He's supposed to know that.

Polygamy

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 08:45:00 +0000

“Man is a natural polygamist: he always has one woman leading him by the nose, and another hanging on to his coattails.”

~ Henry Louis Mencken

Are they really polygamous?!
I mean, men believe and would like us to believe that they are polygamous. But are they?
I know this post defies convention. But then, when was I a regular girl next door?

Well looking at the dictionary meaning, polygamy means -
either

1. The condition or practice of having more than one spouse at one time. Also called plural marriage.

or

2. Zoology A mating pattern in which a single individual mates with more than one individual of the opposite sex.

Is it really this difficult to be in a monogamous 'loving' relationship? I mean, I look around and all I see is people getting out of their years-long relationships.. The reason? Sheer boredom!! But being bored and as a consequence getting into a polygamous state doesn't mean that men are innately so by nature.

I asked a simple out of the blue question to a lot of my guy friends.

Why would you want a wife(whenever you would, that is)?

And, not surprisingly, the one thing common to all their answers was - for companionship.
When guys say they want companionship, how can we, ever, even think that they would want to stray. Or that straying is something they look forward to, already.

After companionship, comes that they want to love and to be loved.

Which makes me wonder if we can talk of love and companionship and two timing and extra marital affair in the same breath?

But is companionship and love what we get when we are committed?
Things can get from bad to worse and men can get into an affair outside of marriage or the committed relationship they are in. Then maybe, it is only a maybe as I can't vouch for men, they would still rather have only one relationship. Only that they are not courageous enough to be able break away and hence the polygamous situation!

And hence, on this note let me end by quoting G.K. Chesterton, who very wisely said -

"Variability is one of the virtues of a woman. It avoids the crude requirement of polygamy. So long as you have one good wife, you are sure to have a spiritual harem."

Vacant Expanses

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 12:00:00 +0000

Vacant expanse all around

Hangs heavy

And tepid

Pungent with my own fears.

Alone.

I am all alone.

Road winding uphill

With ends that ne'er o meet

With except for in illusions

Parallels moving together

Not a soul to be seen.

I fear this lonely stretch

That might just not last

I wouldn't want to be

With another

Who doesn't let me breathe

The fear

The expanse

The road

The wind

Some of what I am

I cannot let it go

All that is a part of me

It's all that is me.

I walk and you let me leave..

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 06:47:00 +0000

I walk and you let me leave..

Is this the lovin' of which you talked to me!

The smiles

The laughs

The one of which we were two halves

I walk and you let me leave..

Is this the lovin' of which you talked to me?!

If you love someone..

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 12:01:00 +0000

The original goes on like this..

If you love someone, set it free.

If it comes back.. it is yours.

If it doesn't it never was.

This is the version that made me chuckle -

If you love someone, set it free.

If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours.

If it doesn't, it was never was.

If it just sits in your room,

messes up your stuff,

eats your food,

uses your phone,

takes your money,

and never behaves as if you actually set it free in the first place,

you either married it or gave birth to it.

Can we be content, ever?

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 08:46:00 +0000

I used to fear the unknown. The things I thought I couldn't understand. That I didn't know the inner workings of. The dark. The world beyond. Now I've accepted that there might be things I don't know. Events that I don't understand. Circumstances I know nothing about. People I can't fathom. Yet I accept them all.

What makes us so diffrent from each other? The basic fact - that is- the way we think. The way we react towards a situation. The way we respond to a person. The way we relate or not to a situation. this is what makes us so different.

This acceptance is what we require. This acceptance of the differences. And the harmoniuous living alongwith.

As I maintain, what is love? It is nothing but acceptance of the highest order.

I know people who find it's beyond them when it comes to understanding other people. They are happy doing their own things. Happy believing that the world out there is rotten, bad and wicked.

We need people like these. Only if they would be able to accept the difference and stay content.

We look at a criminal. We look only what he's done. Do we also look at what drove him to do that? I've started to. And I'm alright. As long as I know the reason. I can forgive and forget. It makes my life so much easier. So much simpler. There's no anger. If only, momentarily so.

Office politics. This is one of those ruts I never wanted to get into. But then, I am only human. It is basic human nature to form a group and yet want to be a loner. It is this conflict of interests that creates these situations.

We've learnt about Darwin. And the theory about the survival of the fittest. And yet if we can't relate it to the others. If we can't empathise and hence accept the bites, the claws, the scratches and lashes. Can we really be content ever?

Getting a girl - and keeping her as well

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 17:15:00 +0000

As someone I know very aptly put it -
Its not rocket science, but you are likely to have better success if you treat the girl like any other business associate - Polite and Professional!!

But he gave out only half the story. Maybe because he doesn't realise it himself. Or maybe because he doesn't want the other men to benefit from it. Who knows!

Let me elaborate.
You gotta be polite. But not only until you've got her. So before you've gotten her you open the doors and mind the p's and q's. But bang(!) and don't you forget, my dear! *pun totally intended*
Is this what being polite is? That you're polite only till the courtship time. Methinks, it is more polite to be impolite earlier than later.

Professionalism it is. But then being professional means carrying it through the whole time! You gotta deliver. and deliver with perfection. All that you promised. When wanting to make her fall for you.

But then of course. You do all of this if and only if you want to keep her. Else, stop at the first para and enjoy the ride! :-)

Who's the fairest?

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 11:00:00 +0000

While watching the match y'day, gripping as it was, I didn't miss even the commercials. Suddenly I see John abraham and was I not interested! :)

But the euphoria didn't last for long as I realised, he was the 'brand ambassador' for well..

Garnier Powerlight!!! Yea. It's a fairness cream for men!

And was I not disappointed! He of all the people is the wrong guy to be in an ad propagating whole 'fairness' mania considering he is the well, come to think of it, one of the very few guys I know who has a gf darker than himself. And is she not HOT!!

For someone who is not very fair by our north indian standards, I know how cruel people can be regarding your colour! I have known people dismiss one of the sisters only because she unfortunately is not as fair! There's a guy in my office who is extremely so. And he wants a wife more than what he himself is! And I thought as Indians our skin tone is supposed to be.. well.. a healthy tanned!

When we get to know about any new matches, the first thing that everyone asks is ' is she fair?'. As if, it's just the fairness that matters. Her merits, the education, the well mannerisms don't.

The obsession with the fairness doesn't end here.

Not only do the darker girls get all the chiding the mothers, the grandmother and the aunts always are trying to smother them with ways to improve colour! The raw potatoes, the cucumbers.. the turmeric.. lemon! But nothing works. Do they not know it's in the genes. If anyone is to be blamed, it has to be the generations above the poor sufferer. But I guess it's not their fault. They took the whole 'Mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all' way too seriously!

As if all this was not enough, there is an onslaught of beauty products hitting the market promising to make you beautiful. Yea of course they mean fair and hence the beauty! And now, truly understanding the need of the hour, it is not only the face but also the whole body fairness lotions that they've come out with!

Personally, I see no reason why the colour of the skin should refrain a person from being and looking beautiful. As Reggie jackson very famously said -

"The only difference between me and those other great yankees is my skin color"

Having said that, let me get out of here for today. Have to doll up. And my Garnier fairness face wash and the Garnier fairness wipe off lotion are waiting for me! ;-)

Not easy to please women

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 07:02:00 +0000

I am irritated. tired. and a litle buzzed. even after a super packed and fun weekend and a week of almost no work. maybe it is just the too much of nothings in my life that's doing this to me.

Aah! I just realised all this is just the overflow from the PMS from last week.

The previous weekend I claimed to be out on three dates. With three different men of course. all in a span of 18 hours. When in reality all I did was vegetate at home and (very obviously and in full hearing f my parents and sister) moan! This claim was made to Arshad who was home in Cochin on a vacation. To which he replied - " You're on fire this weekend, doll!".

Even he wouldn't buy it.

And well I apologise, yet again this morning, for bringing up the very sensitive issue of PMS and all that. For the uninitiated, as many men(very surprisingly) are, PMS is Pre menstrual syndrome, and no it is not a disease! :D

This is just a woman's way to get pampered. and also to rant all that she wants to!

There's one thing that I really don't understand. Why are men so scared of PMS. And of a pms-ing woman, of course as well? I agree, the women are difficult, irritated, look a little unkempt, and of course are not in the mood for any sex. But then as very aptly put by Marilyn Monroe -

"I am selfish, impatient and insecure, a little out of control and at times I am hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst...then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

P.S. - Just to set the records straight, women DONOT fake this. The mood swings do happen.

P.P.S - And yes, the rants would continue.. not easy to please a woman, pms-ing or not, is it?! ;-)

The grand wedding saga -1

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 06:08:00 +0000

This happened to me on friday morning.

There's light outside already. Rubbing my eyes I check out the phone to see if it's time to wake up. Hoping it isn't yet. It's only five. But hey! BFF3's been calling me through the night. and there are messages from her too.

I call her and this is what ensues.

BFF3 - You up already?

I - nah! I just woke up and saw your calls. sorry slept through them. what's up?

BFF3 - Oh! So you still in bed.

I - Yea. Still time to wake up. I thought I'd call. What happened? emergency?

BFF3 - Well..if you sleepy, lemme wake you then.

I - Eh?

BFF3 - Well.. I'm not going to London.

I - EH?! Why? *concerned* What happened? Everything alright?

BFF3 - Yea.. only that I got fixed up last night!

I - *with hysteria, excitement, hysteria, happiness, some more hysteria in my voice* WHAT?!

And yes, I forgot to mention, I jumped up from the bed. And had no idea that the crazy weekend had begun!

The weekend so far

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 05:11:00 +0000

Apologies. For not keeping up with blogging. But my life's been full of well.. many incidents suddenly. Very amusing at that.

A little update on what my friends have been upto, and you'll get the picture.

Umm.. for their rights of privacy and blah I will hereon call them, not by their original names but would number them *until I come up wih names for them all*.

So, BFF1 has been very happy pampering herself *read shopping left right and centre* at all the monsoon sales.

BFF 2 has a guy at the office, totally totally trying to court her, as is she not enjoying the ride! ;-) though when I ask her, she claims to have no idea about what I'm talking about!

BFF 3 had who had been super duper super excited about going to London (LSE at that), for a summer program for a month, didn't at the last moment(another post about it)!

Another friend got a death threat from a super hot girl, just because he didn't confirm her political views. and yes, she also mentioned that she was in the army!! *grin*

I have been as jobless at work, as always. And not hating it. As yet.

And well as for Arshad, it's Hard Rock overload.

Marking your woman

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 10:45:00 +0000

What's the issue with marking your woman? Metaphorically AND literally. Men like to mark their women. And subconsciously whether looking for a commitment or not even the other men stay away from the marked ones! :P Which makes me wonder if they really are looking only for that?! Ahem! *chuckle*
Marking.. well how do they do that, you might ask.. very simple. The more traditional methods are.. well..That bindi on the forehead? The amber sindoor sparkling above. The glittering mangal sutra. Those jingling glass bangles. The wedding band lovingly put on the ring finger. Or the coruscating nose ring? Those colourful toe rings. The ghunghat that they hide behind! What else did we think these were? Yep! Just the marks of being taken! And that brings us to the more non-traditional erm.. subtle methods! *wink,wink*

Do you like it when your guy takes your hand and leads you through the crowded dance floor? Or do you like it when he takes you by the waist, while he gives the stay-off-my-girl look to all the others around ?! *wink* The way he's a little more in the mood of PDA when you are around someone who's being trying to hit on you??? umm.. tagging your photo on the facebook or you yourself the blog?! *chukle*

These are a few instances just based on my observation. Maybe men they do it because of the hunter instinct from the cave men's times. As there'd always be that need.. and the instinct to protect.

And as we already know, other men do keep away from the marked women, don't they?! *wink, chukle*

And also it brings me back to the question that if they really are looking only for that?!

I need a husband.

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:53:00 +0000

I've always rebuffed any suggestions, nudge,nudge wink,wink or the more direct in-my-face ones, about my need to get married. But now I know. I NEED a husband. If only so that he can drive me to work and back. You might ask me if a driver would do, instead. No. He wouldn't. Only because if he bangs the car then it wouldn't still be his fault. It'll be my headache. With the husband, it'll be his headache and his fault! *evil grin*

Now that I have told you what I need, methinks it is time to let know why. Yes, it is because someone (read obnoxious @#&^*!*&^%# ) banged my car from behind today morning. Not only that, he had the audacity to tell me it was my fault!!! Because, giving an indicator is not enough when you are turning left, you also have to take into account the *over* speeding vehicle *at least 60 in a 20kmph zone* which is trying to zoom past you!!!!!!!!! (Yes. He told me this!)

*sigh*

P.s. - I reach office after the debacle and get six cheery 'good mornings' today! Such is life!!

I want to travel!

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 10:33:00 +0000

There is suddenly an urge to travel. Again. After a long long time. I suddenly want to look around. to see the other sides. not of the proverbial coin but of the 20 sided die! Only cuz there'll be much more to look out for! :-)

More on it when I actually do get to get out of Delhi and the unbearable heat.

Calvin and bed!

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 08:53:00 +0000

The story of my life... :D

The upturned denim!!

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 05:24:00 +0000

I so don't like shopping for denims. Or anything else that tells me that because I am thiiiiiiis fat I should've also been thiiiiiis tall! Hmmmph!

So I got this pair y'day which of course needed a few inches chopped off. But as usual, of course, they couldn't get the length right in the first go. And so I had to take it away that way itself and return another time to get the corrections done.

Coming to today morning I turned them up a bit as I got ready for the office. Just as I was getting out

My dad : Aah!! No office for you today?

Yours truly : Oh! noh! of course there is!

Dad : I thought you have an off today

Yours truly : No no! Why do you say that?

Dad : Oh! The turned up denim et al! I thought you going out elsewhere!

Yours truly : Erm.. Actually chhoti (my sister) asked me to turn them up a little further...

Dad : But?

Yours truly : Well.. I can't wear capris at work

Dad : Says who?

Yours truly : Well.. they are not formal!!

Dad : Oh yes! Of course these denims you wear everyday are oh-so-formal! A tie would go so well with them!!

Yours truly : *ignoring the dad, feigining hearing loss, saunters out*

Need a little time

noreply@blogger.com (Nimisha) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 05:04:00 +0000

A lazy sunday morning.

Late night last night.

Late morning today.

A lazy sunday morning.

I got breakfast in bed. Courtesy my mum. Who I just had an arguement with regarding 'my space'! At that time I thought she didn't get it. But in retrospect, I realise perhaps it is I who doesn't get it (my judgement befooled by the b'fast in bed, of course :P)!!

A lazy sunday morning. I'm sitting in bed.. typing away.. whiling away. And I so like it. Though in the background I'm preparing myself for some entertaining I need to do.

Today, if you ask me,

- "What's the story morning glory?"

- "Need a little time to wake up!"