SENSE-ABILITIES OUT OF THE WINDOW

I have always considered myself to be a quite sensible girl. Oh am I!!!

I am now gonna give you some milestone examples of my sensibility.

Post marriage, I am the Finance Minister of my house.

I don’t travel in an auto to office since it costs me some 200 odd (i.e. when the auto drivers are decent with me), so I travel daily by the bus which costs me only 20. – Sensible.

I cook at home and avoid restaurants and home delivery as much as possible (we had enough lunch and dinner dates before marriage…I have visited almost all restaurants in Bangalore). It works both ways, you eat healthy food and save cash. – Yet sensible.

It’s almost 2 months to my marriage, and I haven’t shopped for anything else except for the household stuff. –Oh that’s damned sensible.

I have reduced visiting to multiplexes. After CHAK DE, the next movie I saw in the theater was JODHA AKBAR. – Now I don’t believe myself.

But wait till you read this.

Last week DB told me about this National Market which is close to my office. He wanted me to get some DVD’s from there, which we apparently get for some cheaper prices there. I visited there to get them, but I couldn’t quite check out the market since I had to reach office in time…

So today, when I was walking towards office, I checked my watch that I am good 20 minutes early, so thought of going around the market to see what all they sell.

So here I start with my favorite game, roaming around the market aimlessly, some descent people have given this act a descent name, WINDOW SHOPPING. Well nothing interesting, some DVD shops, fancy watches, sunglasses, mobile phones, some B grade clothes.

So I decided to return, but suddenly a watch caught my attention. Oh I loved to wear them as a teenager. Black, with a broad band, big black dial, tomboyish. Loved it. He said it’s for 750 Rs, bargained for 10 minutes, he gave it away for 450. Oh the taste of victory!!! Got hold of the trophy and moved on. Suddenly I thought, I should get something for my SIL, poor thing, she stays alone at home all day. So I got a pair of funky sunglasses for her. He quoted 220, got it for 100. Victory again!!! + 100. Db called me, knowing that I am at National Market, he asked me to get some plastic covers for the vagabonding DVD’s at home. So I went to the DVD shop. Suddenly I felt like taking a good classic comedy for the weekend. So I got the DVD of PADOSAN (Kishore Kumar, Sunil Dutt, Mehmood, Saira Banu). + 90. And as I come out, I am all bankrupt of cash, having just tenors in my purse.

Can’t believe it, after all these airs of money saving, I could actually spend a good 650 rupees in 10 damned minutes. I suddenly feel like that insensible, spendthrift housewifes, who think shopping is some damned sport. Now I realize that the watch I bought is for teenagers and I being a married(Aunty), it looks like being placed in the wrong wrist. I realize now, that I have never seen my SIL wearing sunglasses, and she hardly goes out of home at all to be wearing them.

ANd now this is what I call AKAL GHASS CAHRNE GAYI THI. What a waste!!!

PROUD TO BE A BITCH

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.
When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live my life MY way.
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I amdefined as a bitch.
The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.

It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who Itruly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.
I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stamp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch , so be it.
I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.
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no, i didn't write that. was forwarded to me by a fellow bitch. but yeah, i do like it. THAT is why it's here.

DRUMS ROLL PLEASE!!!

I got my vehicle. Drums roll please…yipeeeee!!!
It’s a brand new HONDA DIO.
I have been working for 3 years now…managed with the public transport all the while…but having my own vehicle is like having freedom. I don’t have to walk down to the stops, I don’t have to keep waiting for the bus, I don’t have to worry about getting a seat in the bus, and I don’t have to stay late in office to avail the cabs.

We actually planned to buy a car, so that its all easier for me to travel to office. But soon I realized that with a car it would take me double the time to reach office considering the amount of traffic I will have to beat. So a two wheeler sounded like a much better option.

Yesterday Db and I went to get the delivery. He wanted me to ride back home. Well…I have a good 10-12 years of experience of driving in Orissa…but the traffic in Bangalore scares the shit out of me. I started driving but couldn’t manage to concentrate on one thing…the road, the route, the indicator, the horn, the rear mirrors, the traffic signals, the traffic police or the traffic itself. People started overtaking me from left and right inches fair between our vehicles. All the while Db was sitting alert for something that might go wrong. I couldn’t manage a speed beyond 25.
Soon we reached Kormangala where Db was sure I won’t be able to handle it any more. So he took over and I gladly obliged. I must say he is a good trainer. He asked me to go around the parking lot of our apartment…trying the 'U' turns and cutting the vehicles that were parked there. I went nostalgic of the days when my Dad taught me ride bicycles and his car later.

Dad is a darling I tell you. He does wonderful blunders at times. The day I told him that we are planning to buy a two wheeler for my communication, we realized that I had lost my driving license. He got me a duplicate copy while I was at Bangalore all the while(thanks to his PR in Orissa). When I went home and collected my duplicate DL, my Dad had actually cropped my matrimony photograph to a passport size and used it on my DL. So the cops get to see matrimony pic on the DL, I am not sure if the DL would work now…I look so different in the pic with all that damned makeup. And that reminds me of another incident. While I was at college, I have been a real tom boy. I went home on vacation while my Dad was out on a tour, and changed the seat cover of my two wheeler at home, to TIGER PRINTS. I planned to come home again the next month. My Dad wanted to set up my two wheeler perfect when I was home, so he got the brakes checked, filled up the petrol tank and changed the seat cover to TULIPS AND ROSES. And then I reach home, he proudly presents me my newly done vehicle, visibly expecting some appreciation. Ahem…ahem…!!!The entire vacation I rode his car and he rode my two wheeler.

Back to my new DIO. Db is adamant that I don’t take it o office for a month till I get a hand on the traffic. Oh its so frustrating…having a sparkling new bike at your doorstep and you are not allowed to ride it conveniently to office, rather go through all the pain packaged with these public transport services. Oh how much would I love to defy Db and ride to glory on my new bike? No I can’t…why…do you think I am scared of him…nah!!! Do you think he is the Hitler of the house…nah nah!!! It would have been lot easier to defy him if either of them were true. But this is one thing I really really really hate about him…he is always dammed right. And you can’t really fail a person who knows what he is talking about.