As simple or as complex as you please...

At the wrong side of twenties, I look back to recall the various problem sets that I came across at various age brackets. And I remember playing the Agony Aunt to all these problems.

I must admit I have had a pretty uncomplicated life, the reason being that I always wanted it that way. I believe I am a very uncomplicated person myself and so are my circumstances and my decisons. So the problems I had to face were mostly things I never had control on...monetary problems, joblessness and a brief heart break(for which I had nobody else but myself to blame...and I accept it with humility).

Disclaimer : I admit I am looking at just one side of the coin, probably the men or the MIL's on the other end have a different version of the story. I am just talking about the problems I have seen around at various phases of life.

During school, I have seen my friends sulk over the classmates/seniors/neighbors they had a crush on...which influenced by the then Bawllywood would magnify into love triangles, quadrangles or polygons. On one such occasion, I remember a friend who was crying her lungs out, since she was supposedly sacrificing her love for her best friend who seemed to have a crush on the same guy...all the while the guy in question was unaware of the feelings of both the ladies. Seems so childish to me now...that I was actually consoling and applauding her for her selflessness!!!
Yes, even I had a crush on several males, including a senior who was a ditto copy of Akshay Kumar...just a tad shorter and a few shades darker may be. My longest crush lasted almost a year on the most intelligent and sharpest guy in my class (intelligence has always appealed me). I remember I used to keep track of his tuition timings and I would stand and wait at the backgate of my house only to watch him pass the main road while going to the tuition classes. But I was always aware that I was never serious about any of these guys and would sooner or later find someone else whom I would find more interesting and the current ones would become history soon. So life was much simpler.

During the late teens, I found myself at the ladies hostel....
The set of problems had gone a tad level higher when the girls were more confident now than at school, and also had a good amount of male attention. This was the time when most of my friends got hooked and then was the time when there were typical teenage and relationship problems on how she expected more male attention that she was already getting, how the boyfriend was being insensitive, or how he wasn't giving enough/expensive gifts unlike the boyfriend of the roommate, on how he forgot her birthday or how they keep arguing on everything under the sun and more blah blah blah.
Me...!!! No boyfriend no problems. Only crushes which would bounce soon.
My problems were mostly monetary when I would have to borrow old books from library because I couldn't buy them, or had to do petty stuff like distributing pamphlets at malls to raise money (though I enjoyed them too) or spend long hours at the computer labs for my projects since we couldn't afford a PC at home. It pisses me off when youngsters with a high end laptop, bikes and mobiles complain about their misery because they don't have a levis jeans. Phew!!! I don't have one till date.

Soon I landed myself in Kolkata with my first job. Now the problems took a more serious angle...how the boyfriend couldn't get himself a job because of the backs he couldn't clear due to the time he wasted with her, how he has changed because he doesn't get her a rose everyday like he used to earlier (What the eff!!!), how her parents are against marrying him because he is from another caste/religion, how he isn't settled (read rich) enough to get married to while she is getting better proposals, how she believes her family culture is different to his and she believes she cannot adjust...
Well...this was the time I started going around with one my family friend, who was a US return, dollar earning, football playing chora. All was well until his mother intervened and wanted to get him married to a more sober village belle who would stay as a housewife, and like an obedient son he said 'Okay Mamma' and got married the girl he hardly knew, within a month after we broke up. My mistake, trusted the wrong guy who didn't have a vertebral column and got myself in a soup.

And then marriage happened and Db happened.
Now I have friends who have more serious problems that makes life miserable. How the MIL is a rude lady, how staying with in laws doesn't give any privacy, how the MIL's are controlling the husband like a remote control, how the husband is a 'Mamma's boy' who still can't let go of his mother's pallu, how the husband doesn't save a penny and spends all the residual money on his parents every month, how despite of having a love marriage love has flown out of the window, how coming from a nuclear family she feels all suffocated in a joint family, how balancing the personal and professional life is getting difficult but she can't quit her job because they need the money that comes from it.
As for me, yes marriage was a bit tough. Day one I woke up to responsibilities. I have always taken pride of the fact that I have never been dependent on anybody, nobody except my parents (and the DB's friend who helped Bhai when he was going through his worst crisis ever) can standup and say that I owe something to them and I would like it to remain the same till I live. But on the other hand, being the youngest in the family even I hadn't taken any responsibility myself. So phat gayee!!! But I believe it's not something I can't deal with or lemme put it another way, I think I can deal with anything that comes my way. **collars up**

But I have met another set of people who have no significant problems to talk about. They are from stinkingly rich families, have a great job, have married the man of their dreams, have accommodating in laws and leading a very easy and comfortable life. So having nothing better to do, they end up creating problems for themselves. How??? Buy a lavish house while you don't need one and start complaining how the monthly EMI's are a pain in the a** and how the in laws are so mean that they won't help pay up the money. Come'on now!!!

I remember something very valuable learnt in the simpler past. That everything is as simple as you please. Even the present.
Now, its for you to figure out what you please.

The Pizza in the making

A very happy diwali to all.

And the long weekend passed by

Hey good folks of the planet...

That was the long weekend that passed giving way to another long weekend for Diwali...and that's the good part.

This long weekend, most of my early morning sleeping time was mercilessly consumed by my french lessons. French, as I would love to hate it is much more tricky than I thought. While they spell it something, they pronounce it something entirely different. What the Eff!!!
Suddenly all this idea of taking French lessons seems so bad to me. But the sad part is, its a 60 hours session...and only 12 hours is completed by now...and considering the fact that its only on weekends, I almost of 2 more months to go...boo hoo hoo!!!

This weekend we also happened to visit the house of one of my most loyal (and perhaps the only one) reader of my blog. His house which he also happens own by paying a hefty price to a premium builder, was as unkept as a haystack. After we finished cleaning the house it eventually stared looking like sweet home and we throughly enjoyed the home on the 15th floor.
Ah !!! I want my house too ASAP.
Oh didn't I tell you the secret I was keeping was the 2BHK apartment I bought from the Purvankara builders. Its called the Purva Skywood located Off Sarjapur Road. The only catch is, its under construction and would be handed over to us only in 3 years.

The office is hauntingly empty today with most of the junta celebrating Diwali in their natives. The cafeteria is echoing while the restrooms are surprisingly very neat. Looks like the world has come to an end and we are the only lone survivers. And then we have this lousy weather where all I can think of is Mom serving me a hot cup of tea with some yummmm pakodas.
But that is not to be. I am to sit here in my lonesome cubicle and having nothing to do.

My calorie day

Day started well with Db joining the club of people who tell me that I seem to have lost weight.

Coming from Db, it was something to be taken into account seriously, since this is the first time he has said something like this. Cho Chweet...Maar Java Gud Kha ke !!!
So lost I have...I believe it!!!

Hadn't packed my b'fast today, so thought should have the minimum caloried idlis but ended up having a dosa. While returning from the ITPL mall, pictured somebody grabbing a choco frappe and the devil got better on me. Carried a choco frappe to my desk much to the wonder of everbody who had complemented me on looking a few pounds lighter yesterday.
Friday is our official team lunch day...but since quite some months I have been getting my lunch nevertheless. But today was an exception...so I had to join the team despite of my intention to have little or no lunch today. Ended up having Thai noodles...why???because it was cheap...v cheap and I could easily distribute it to others!!!
And then my manager proposed to give us an icecream treat. Ah!!! Perfect timing!!! I tried to convince him to postpone it to next week but it did not work. Disregarding my Brahmin genes which drives us to take poison too if it comes for free,I tried to wriggle out of the icecream parlour...but he coaxed me into it(I feel v strongly that he is quite fond of me). So a hot chocolate fudge it was!!!

I am sorry guys...to everybody who gave me this finally-you-seem-to-be-losing-weight kinda encouraging gestures, it doesn't seem to work...it never has and probably never will.

**Sigh**

Back from Sasural

We finally came back from sasural yesterday afternoon.

With the kinda horrific stories I have coming accross from my friends, who seem to to be terribly troubled by MIL's and SIL's...I think I have a got a lot better deal than others in terms of in laws. But its human nature to keep asking for more...

I have basically had a city bred life in a nuclear family, while my in laws are a whole bunch of relatives, closely knit together who seem to have a say over anything and eveything. The lifestyle is far from being like in cities and while my Mum is at the extreme end of cleaniness, my MIL stands at the other extreme end. While inlaws are more into rituals and stuff like that, my family has been pretty much liberal with such things.
It works in certain ways...while my inlaws expect us to be present at most of the occasions where eleborate puja paath and family gettogethers are done, my parents appreciate us when we join them at the new year party at the club. So its easier to divide our stay at both the families...we end up attending the puja during Dussera, Diwali or Rath Yatra at inlaws place and celebrate the New Year and Christmas celebrations with my Dad and Mum.
So convinient!!! And no one is complaining...

And now that we are back...it feels there is no place like Bangalore and no home like the one that you yourself have set up...errr..let's say...messed up.

Among other updates, as I had expected, the release is still not done yet and whether I like it or not eventually I am gonna be a part of this release. Phew!!!

The management seems to have lost the painting that I had submitted for the painting competetion, and niether did I win any prize for the same. So all lose-lose here.

Before leaving for Sasural I could feel a cavity in my upper jaw, Db crosschecked and told me there were two cavities and when I checked with the Dentist yesterday she told me it was three.
So some good painful days coming soon in trying to fix the tooth decay.

A battle lost always

This is one battle I never seem to win, no matter who my opponent is.

Figure this with my Bhabhi on doing any household task :

Bhabhi : Leave it!!! I’ll do it.

Me : No, Its okay..I’ll do it.

Bhabhi : Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Me : No…Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Bhabhi : No no no…I’ll do it.

Me : Okay

And the tables turned when I am the Bhabhi :

Me : Leave it!!! I’ll do it.

SIL : No, Its okay..I’ll do it.

Me : Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

SIL : No…Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Me : No no no…I’ll do it.

SIL : Its okay Bhabhi…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Me : Okay

I wonder why can’t ever win this battle with anyone.

But Pappu can't dance saala...

A little late for this post though. It’s on the annual day dance competition at office.
Not too good, not too bad.

I think all of them were good dancers and I appreciate their courage and sportsmanship of coming on stage. But many of them didn’t know the tricks of the trade.

For a solo dance the trick is to use the stage in order to keep the audience engaged. Also it’s very important to maintain a good energy level on stage…it you sleepwalk through the show, so will the audience. Most of them danced through as if they hadn’t had food since last three days.

Somehow, I am a not so impressed when people take advantage of their classical training in dance. I think that’s giving them undue advantage over people who are not trained and only use their spontaneity on stage. So despite of the fact that I like the classical dance bit in the competition, I would stay away from giving it any credit.

As for the group dance, the trick is synchronization. You need not necessarily have complex steps but you need to coordinate properly, in terms of movements as well as the energy levels that should also be similar in a group…which was very much missing in all the group events. Also to keep the audience interested, you should make as many formations as possible and not just dance at one place.

Sigh!!! Lita yaar!!! How I wish you were here, we could have shown them how exactly you can set the stage on fire. Without my perennial partner, dance is something that looks so alien to me.
Hum bhi toh dikayen ki ball boundry ke bahar kaise jaati hai!!!

This And That...

Its been an eventful week, this one and the last week.

How I wished I could put up a few pics from the 'Retro Dressing' competition at office in my blog. But I won't because somehow in all the pics I look like an overblown baloon.
I have always been aware of the fact that I am a photographer's nightmare, since the day I visited a professional photographer to click my matrimony pics. He was oblidged to click a few good pics of me since I paid him a fortune for the job. I saw him struggling to get me friendly to the camera but the end result was still me looking like a baby elephant.
Db maintains that he selected my photo to meet up because he believed since I being myself so huge I wouldn't reject him, he himself being 92 kgs back then.
But sad...I could never ever have any good pics.

I am participating in the painting competition today, I hope my painting wins something at least...its not too bad I believe, coming from a self trained painter.

We have a release next Wednesday and I am so happy I wouldn't be around then. Though going to Sasural is not the ideal holiday I would want, but I am happy with anything that keeps me away from this release. Its going to be real messy this time, so 'if you cant face it, escape it'.
Though escaping it was not actually my plan. The release was to be done on 25th September, and I had planned my holidays well after that and booked my tickets well in advance. I am not really to be blamed if the release dates kept postponing.
You know what!!! I have a gut feeling that the release would still be pending when I return on the 26th.

Okay anyway, headed to the homeland state in two days...and hopefully will have a few good pics to update.

Beyond Mandir and Masjids

What difference does it make to the Mango people...whether a Mandir or Masjid is built over it.

Of what I make out of the discussions going around in office, people have moved on...they'r more worried about storing up food in case the shops are closed for a couple of days (which indeed was the case yesterday), or if they'd find a Volvo back home today, or is it safe to watch the Rajnikanth starrer ENDHIRAN this weekend. They'r all busy mind-their-own-buinesss and safeguard themselves and their family, than to be bothered about who ends up getting the piece of land.
But for sure, except for a handful of people...I see a great level of religious tolerance, or may be it-doesn't-matter kinda attitude in the so called educated mass...which is indeed a good sign.

I am happy to see how the Aam Aadmi has reacted so maturely to the Ayodhya verdict. Necessary precautions were taken while the city went on a self imposed almost-a-curfew yesterday...but over all it has been peaceful. Though these things are normally politically motivated, and also the media has been doing its bit efficiently to create unneccesary panic and airing highly provokative statements all day...yet things still look unaffected.

Is this a sign that Indians are finally getting tolerant to all religions, or are they getting mature, or indifferent, or is life getting too busy just making ends meet. Or has the judiciary and police become more efficient or is it the politicians who have finally found their conscience (certainly the media is yet to find theirs).

Whatever the case could be, its certainly welcome.
As they say...there has been enough temples and mosque, let's build a Nation now.

Just a thought...

If I decide to open a resturant someday...what do i call it???
....

ANYWHERE ANYTHING

Because, on an average when you ask people what they wanna have, they say ANYTHING...and when you ask people where they wanna have food, they say ANYWHERE...

Sleeping like a log

I am writing this blog because I have nothing better to do and internet is free at office.
This is an incident 6 years and 15 kgs ago...

A typical winter mid-night at hostel, we are all draped in our warm blankets/rajai's and snoring away to glory. Suddenly I felt something near my feet, may be I thought it was a pile of clothes or something, so I just kicked it to push it out of my lazy sleep. What ever it was, it fell on the snoring Lil's face with a thumppppp...and hell broke loose.
Ah...what a noisy dream, why is everybody shouting in my dream!!!?

Lil has a very vunerable sleep, she wakes up even when I turn a page of my book and yells at me...'can't you turn pages quietly???' and I go '@##$%^&^'. She can be quite troublesome if you disturb her sleep, so we normally maintain decorom while she is sleeping. And on that fateful night when something thumped right on her face, she woke up screaming so loudly, she could have brought the hostel ceiling down. My other roomie Supi woke up too. They rushed to swith the lights on...it was a CAT, an UGLY BLACK CAT !!! Now the combined effect 'Mile Sur Mera Tumhara' and they kept screaming incesantly while jumping on their respective beds, so much to bring the girls from the adjacent room to ours.
A bunch of five girls trying to drive the cat out, jumping screaming and giggling all the way at midnight...takes half an hour to succeed.

And it was revenge time, Lil turned to me and I let loose a lazy snore. Enough to get her into one of her ugly moods, she pulled me, brought me to sit on my bed and everybody gave me a piece of their mind venting out their frustration on me for being woken up from their sleep. And when everybody left I went back to what I had been doing best...snoring.

I woke up a little not-too-fresh in the morning. I had had a bad noisy dream last night. I woke up Lil lest she misses the college bus. While we got ready I asked her the question of the century...
'Oye...Kal raat kkoi aaya tha kya??' (Did somebody come into the room last night ???)

I have an iPhone

No really I do...

Only its called an sciphone, has no wifi or multitouch, the camera is terrible, doesn't have the half eaten apple icon on it and costs only 2500 INR odd...one of the amazing copies that only China can churn out.
We had been to the SP road last night to look for some basic dual sim phone and we came accross this. This one totally swept me off my feet.
And...Maa Kasam, every single person in office whom I showed this phone, started with rolling their eyes on me with this people-have-so-much-money-to-spare look until I told them it was a cheap copy of the revered iPhone...and it gets me a lot of attention otherwise too.

Check this out...
I barely managed to grab one of the weird seats on the Volvo, the ones just infront of the backdoor of the bus. Its a weird place, you tend to see the asses of the standing passengers of the bus. As the bus started filling up, I could see more and more asses targetting me. What if they unite and target their natural gases at me...I could be knocked out for several hours. I tried to close my eyes, but the sudden jerks brought me back to the reality every now and then. Having nothing better to do, I started reading the labels on their asses...I mean the labels on their trousers...Arrow, Van Heusen and unknown brands like DeZire, Crimson and even RockStar...I chuckeled to that.

Ah...too boring...time to explore my new iPhone (I insist on calling it an iPhone).
And then the first ass turned, and the second one...and one by one all asses turned on me. I looked up, and what I saw was even more embarassing. I tried to concentrate deeper into the phone...the asses were better I thought. I remained hooked to the phone until most of the standing passengers were gone (ITPl is almost the last stop).

Yeah yeah, not a great experience with grabbing eyeballs I guess!!!
Nevertheless...the phone is all worth the money.

On the way to office today

Db dropped me at the Leela Palace bus stop as usual. I catch a volvo to ITPL from there everyday while Db goes to his office at Diamond District.

I waited for almost 10-15 minutes, but no volvo turned up to the bus stop. I was getting late and the crowd was building up. Even if the volvo came in another minute, I'd probably have to travel standing till ITPL. There was this descent looking guy standing next to me waiting for the same bus impatiently, making these impatient noises every now and then and looking at his watch everuy 30 seconds.

In another minute, a bus arrived, It wasn't the A/C volvo bus, rather a battered old bus, probably the ones which goes on a longer distance like Mysore or Ooty may be. Boarding this bus was pretty much mere shan ke khilaaf, but the conductor shouting 'ITPL,ITPL,ITPL' was too provokating. The young man standing next to me hesitated for a while then asked the conductor "ITPL???" and hopped on to the bus. The bus was still waiting and the conductor just standing infront of me was chanting incessantly 'ITPL,ITPL,ITPL'. I took a closer look at the bus, plenty of seats empty, something I wouldn’t get even if I manage to catch the Volvo. It was my turn now...’ITPL???’ I queried…it was less of a query and more of loud thinking. I hopped in too.

The bus was in a real bad shape, the seats were too clumsy and there was no A/C. But there were two TV's available at the front end which were playing some Telgu movie. There was a huge traffic jam, giving all us passengers the chance to watch the full movie. At first I wasn't interested until I saw Pravu Deva on a wheel chair. Awww!!! Such a waste I thought to myself. It was a movie revolving around some dance competitions and I must say the dances were pretty breathtaking. Prabhu Deva was the guru who had lost his legs to an accident and was training a group (which also included the main lead) to win the dance competition in question. But with the ususal non-sense that any south indian movie serves its audience, there were many such scenes where I went 'What Crap!!!'
Towards the climax, the friends of the main protagonist are kidnapped to prevent them from reaching the competetion venue. The lead is shot in his leg and his shoulders and has to dance aka Basanti to save his friends. Not just he manages to do that, he also manages to dance the competition to the quarter finals, semi-finals and the final, finally winning too. And worse, people in the bus were actually hooting, whistling and shouting while the hero danced his way to glory with bullet shots on his shoulder and legs. Nagarjuna and Chiranjeevi pop in from no where to misuse and abuse the all laws ever made by any physicist.

And the final nail in the coffin...as a token of respect, the lead wants to make his handicapped Guru to do some dancing too. To my utter horror, he carries Prabhu Deva on his shoulders while Prabhu Deva's vaccum pant legs are dangling in the air and they together dance, the lead doing the leg movements and Prabhu Deva doing the hand movements, together doing the Maa-Behen of physics. Newton must be turning in his grave while the passengers in the bus cheered to the histronics.

For sure, one of my best rides to office.

Complexed life

I am getting old.
Lets call it experienced or matured to make it sound better, but it eventually means the same thing...I am getting old.
I am going to be thirty in 3 damned years...that's something man!!! Feels like I was seventeen just a couple of years back, how the hell have the 10 years gone by so quickly.

Now its time to make some serious decisions...
serious??? Now all the decisions taken in the last 27 years seems to be cake walk...choosing between buying a skirt or a jeans, candy or icecream, Homework or TV, engineering or medical, serious relationship or crush-n-bounce.
Sounds really petty stuff...right!!!

Now we have big decisions, big...that could change life forever...one mistake and sooooshhh you go!!!

My age, my experience is also going against me at the professional front.
Three years ago, I felt like a insignificant part of a big company, and just the fact I had a job to hold on to, a kind of job people fancy about was good enough to make me happy and content. Despite of the fact that there were many things around me which I would have liked to change, I learnt to accept things the way they were. But this is a strange stage of my life, where I want to take initiative to go and change things around. But as they say, its easy to find a leader and be one too, but its difficult to find the first follower. Probably in a years time I'd turn into a dumb and deaf figure in the balance sheet of my company...and eventually find my solace.

Phew!!! I have become a serial-cribber...don't you think so!!!

Among all this...there's something to go yipeeeeee about.
I think I am losing some weight finally. The long travel to ITPL everyday, the walking I get to do on the way to office and also the ghar ka khana...looks like this combination is working. My jeans got a bit loose (or has the jeans expanded???) and my double chin is almost gone.

okay lemme just say it....yipeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Hush Hush...!!!

I have a secret...a BIGGGGGG one. One that I am dying to say, but I can't and I won't say it now.
All in good time!!!

And please...I am not pregnant!!!

I am getting old

Late twenties...not so bad i guess.
For some people life starts at thirty...but I seem to be getting old.

I remember during my college days, I was often complemented on my good skin. One pipmle and it showed off as a flashy torch light...and everybody seemed come come and ask 'Hai Hai!!! Tereko pimple ho gaya ???'.

But I feel my skin is starting to rot now.
Time to fight the seven signs of agening...darkess, patchy skin and blah blah !!!

But no Olay for me puhleese, last time I spent 600 bucks on the creme last time and ended up using it for foot massage. It left my face with a string of spots.

To Bhai - On Raksha bandhan

Okay now...this is not the pic of me and Bhai (we are far more cuter....teheeehee), but the idea of putting anything else sounded too cheesy to me.
But the story comes from when we were as small and cute(may be more) as the ones in the pic. I was this innocent younger sister and you were the Kamina walla wada Bhai...you listening Bhai!!!

I would tie a Rakhi to your little wrist and you would hand me the 5 or 10 rupees that Dad gave you for the occasion, while Mom watched and smiled at her sweet duo. And as soon as she left, you would hit me hard and take the money back from me and also take 2 rupees extra as the interest for keeping the money for so long.

I am sorry my Rakhi hasn't reached you this season, I hope it reaches by today evening. But if it doesn't don't get mad at me...consider it to be my revenge for one of the above mentioned occasions. And also to get even with you each time you missed to protect me from Db, when he forcefully switched the TV off finally at 2 O' Clock in the night, or when he refused to buy me one more Tee after I had already bought 5, or when he shouted at me for not taking bath on weekends, or when I refused to take medicines or see a doctor even when I'd be terribly unwell.
I hate you both for that...from the core of my heart. **wink**

I know you have been through a lot this year and earlier too. But now that you are at your road to revival, I wish you get more happiness than you can handle from now on.

Besh Wishes on Raksha Bandhan
From you innocent little sister on her way to ultimate kameenapan.

And this is our pic...you'd agree were cuter. Don't go by his innocent looks...that was just for the camera.

Really???

Its a little late to be blogging on this...nevertheless here it goes.

It was the 13th of August, we had this independence day celebrations at our office. We were requested to wear stuff which were specific to our origins...so I was ideally supposed to wear a Sambalpuri Saree to represent Orissa. But there was something the event managers conviniently overlooked. They sent out the mail only on 12th evening...so that people like me who had blown up to considerable proportions didn't get tome to jugaad the clothes to their currently fitting sizes.
So, no Sambalpuri Sarees for me...and its not my fault either.

I turned up in a routine salwaar kameez, and changed into a saree later in the afternoon.
V is one of our organizers for the event.

V: What kinda saree is that, its got something to do with Orissa???
Me: No, just a saree. For my regional saree, the accesories don't fit me anymore.
V: Oh Okay.

After an hour.

V: You sure, the saree's nothing to do with Orissa?
Me: No, its just a fancy saree thats it.
V: Hmm...we don't have many people from our team who could participate in representing various parts of India.
Me: Hmm

Later that day, during the competetion.
I wasn't obviously participating, so I stood in a corner clicking pictures. Suddenly V notices me and

V: Hey come come.
Me: What???
V: (Pulling me to the judges) And she depicts the modern women of today dressed in a fancy saree.
Me: Hain!!!! (I have better things to wear than a saree to showcase my modenity)
Judges: (Visibly or predending to be happy) Yeah nice nice!!!
Me: Whatever!!!

Guess who is sitting wella today

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