I'm in mixed mood today. Pissed off because I've charred my mushroom curry and struggled for 2 hours to solidify a batter to call it pudding. On the other hand , happy and exhilarated as Kolkata Knight Riders have won their second match in IPL 3. With Dada (Saurav Ganguly) hitting a eyecandy sixer over long on has added to my elation.
Well readers... let's continue what happened next from the previous post.
On the very day (the day of the lunch)I woke up quite early. Finished all my regular stuff quickly. Bathed in and rinsed my hair with shampoo way early than other days, so as to let my hair dry and look fluffy instead of sticking to my scalp as they normally do. Though it was not pearly glossy and silky as the shampoo advertisement claims to make the users hair, but made my hair presentable. Never mind...I got dressed up in a mauve coloured salwar kameez as my mom has said and rubbed some cream and powder on my face to look better than I'm on any other day.
The most deprived thing of all my belongings is my purse. Though I earn a descent salary, my purse never has more than hundred bucks, sometimes even less than that. The first thing I thought off was to withdraw some cash to avoid any awkward situation at the very first meeting.
Since I reached Forum early, I thought of diving in to stationaries in Landmark (the famous book store in Forum Mall). My vibrating purse notified of an incoming phone call. It was his, I knew.
I was nervous. Would have whispered "AAll izz well" to my heart if only Aamir Khan had sung the song a year back.With quivering heart, I came out of Landmark and my legs proceeded towards Sahib Sind Sultan.
I saw a guy coming towards me. I knew it should be him. Wow, he looks much different than his photo that his father has sent. Looks much younger and hmmmmmmmmm............ not bad at all. But his dressing sense was not as I had thought, but ok. Wasn't much tall, neither am I, so good.
The first round was cleared. He cleared the first round "Looks and Appearence".
We went and had our sit in the restaurant.
Ohhhh............. This has already become a long post. You must have got bored of reading, but I have more to tell. I'll continue it in the next post. Till then happy cheering for your IPL teams.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
How I met "Him"
It has been more than a year. To be precise, 1 year and 8 days since we've met for the first time. We refers to me and my husband (the then prospective groom.
Couldn't disclose my experiences then, since our marriage bells could not be heard. But now after year, let me recall how it all happened...
Pardon my poor memory which acts as villain in most occasions when I am to dust my memories.
It was a late Wednesday evening when he called for the first time. It was 25th of Feb, around 10pm in the night. I had already gobbled my dinner and was preparing to go to bed. My mobile rang displaying an unknown number. It was "HIM". I knew he would call, but didn't expect it at the very moment.He wanted to meet me, as expected. I agreed.
We were supposed to meet for lunch at Sahib Sind Sultan (a restaurant in Forum Mall, Bangalore) in the forthcoming weekend. I was nervous. Repeated instructions from my mother added to the palpitation.
"Don't laugh loudly. Just smile...."
"Don't talk much, be shy..."
"Wear descent salwar kameez..."
"Sleep properly or you'll get dark circle..."
Were some of dos and don'ts which I was suppose to follow to present myself as a good and eligible bride.
Then came the very day. I was supposed to meet a boy whom I've never met and who perhaps would be my life partner. I would have to spend my life with him, a stranger.
What should I ask him and try to know about him to decide whether to proceed with the relationship? What are the qualities a person should have to be compatible with me for rest of my life. I had no idea because I had never thought about it.
I hope you are able to understand the weird and pathetic situation I was in. With eager parents, discouraging sister and confused me, my poor little mind was at a toss.
What happened next??? Well, the next post would tell you.
Couldn't disclose my experiences then, since our marriage bells could not be heard. But now after year, let me recall how it all happened...
Pardon my poor memory which acts as villain in most occasions when I am to dust my memories.
It was a late Wednesday evening when he called for the first time. It was 25th of Feb, around 10pm in the night. I had already gobbled my dinner and was preparing to go to bed. My mobile rang displaying an unknown number. It was "HIM". I knew he would call, but didn't expect it at the very moment.He wanted to meet me, as expected. I agreed.
We were supposed to meet for lunch at Sahib Sind Sultan (a restaurant in Forum Mall, Bangalore) in the forthcoming weekend. I was nervous. Repeated instructions from my mother added to the palpitation.
"Don't laugh loudly. Just smile...."
"Don't talk much, be shy..."
"Wear descent salwar kameez..."
"Sleep properly or you'll get dark circle..."
Were some of dos and don'ts which I was suppose to follow to present myself as a good and eligible bride.
Then came the very day. I was supposed to meet a boy whom I've never met and who perhaps would be my life partner. I would have to spend my life with him, a stranger.
What should I ask him and try to know about him to decide whether to proceed with the relationship? What are the qualities a person should have to be compatible with me for rest of my life. I had no idea because I had never thought about it.
I hope you are able to understand the weird and pathetic situation I was in. With eager parents, discouraging sister and confused me, my poor little mind was at a toss.
What happened next??? Well, the next post would tell you.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Cacophony to whispers
My previous post attracted a lot of junk comments, I don't know why?? Perhaps the title did the trick.
Never mind.
I'm bored.Bored of taking rest. My recurring fever adds to the anguish. I've got pharyngitis. That is upper throat infection. My cacophony has been cut down to whispers. With occasional strikes of cough and choked nose has made my life much more difficult.
Now you would say, what's a big deal, everyone (ummm... not everyone though) has fevers and sore throat. I know, this post is to keep a record that I had to visit a doctor for this (everyone does, but I haven't for last 15 years), take antibiotics ( a broad spectrum antibiotic to be specific). I know I'll be fine in couple of days (thanks to the antibiotics, they are capable of curing almost any infection on earth).
This is really a change after marriage. This is an addition to the previous post.
Visit to a doctor
Never mind.
I'm bored.Bored of taking rest. My recurring fever adds to the anguish. I've got pharyngitis. That is upper throat infection. My cacophony has been cut down to whispers. With occasional strikes of cough and choked nose has made my life much more difficult.
Now you would say, what's a big deal, everyone (ummm... not everyone though) has fevers and sore throat. I know, this post is to keep a record that I had to visit a doctor for this (everyone does, but I haven't for last 15 years), take antibiotics ( a broad spectrum antibiotic to be specific). I know I'll be fine in couple of days (thanks to the antibiotics, they are capable of curing almost any infection on earth).
This is really a change after marriage. This is an addition to the previous post.
Visit to a doctor
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