In finer print...

Recently, while at the mall, scenes from the film Confessions of a Shopoholic flashed in my mind but not in the way in which Isla Fischer would feel about the clothes! Now that was a film most women could agree with; it is not clothes, however, that I am talking about here but the ‘size’ of the clothes.
Size. That is huge, a huge topic for discussion! God, the almighty, sitting somewhere amidst the soft, cotton-like clouds, up above, created a simple world. However, since Adam chose to bite into that apple, life on Earth got more and more complex with each passing minute. And the question of size, is definitely complicated. Now coming straight to the point, I must say, I was surprised. Why? Because I happened to like to this particular cotton top, reasonably priced, but not available in my size. This of course, is not surprising if the top in my size, which is 'M' would have been sold out. But no, the brand simply chose not to make them in M, L or XL. Wow, that's new!
So I m…

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Sigh, one realises the value of what one has lost only when its finally gone. So true and one does pay heavily for it. Recently at the gym [a huge mistake!] while doing some stretching exercises, I was reprimanded by the gym instructor. 


I could barely do the exercises at all. Why? Because I had given up dancing. I had, in the past always taken pride in the fact that I was a good dancer; agile and flexible. But its been a good four years since I attempted anything to do with dance. I was a part of the SDIPA as well. 


Now as the wedding day is closing in, I am planning to perform for him on our Sangeet but no clue how far I am going to succeed. 

Dear All,


Given the free time on hand I have these days, I channeled my otherwise wasted energies towards creating this wedding website. So do have a look and let me know what you think!


Himanshu and Nikki

So I was not the biggest Harry Potter fan around but this way before I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Yet still, I wasn’t crazy about the Potter mania like many I know are. However, watching Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows has compelled me to say otherwise. I am a fan and how!
Whenever one [me to be precise] hears about a great series as such, to be realised on the big screen, I am left with a twinge of disappointment. Harry Potter, on the other hand, is a series that is very rightly realised on celluloid as compared to the many literary masterpieces which have tasted dust.
So here is what I loved about the film:
From the very beginning the plot seems to creep up onto you. "These are dark times, there's no denying," said the Minister of Magic, Bill Nighy. Yes, this very sentence sums up the last book. 
To start with, the colour of the film, I mean the treatment, living up to the theme, is all gray, cold unlike the magnificent magical dining room at Hogwarts. H…

[So that last post [wedding rant] got me blasted. My folks who never read my blog, happened to read that one post. Mom was mighty pissed so I took it off.] 


I have this gripe! I am totally disgusted. I want to know what is the legal age of being called an 'aunty'? I really, really want to know. Bloody hell, yesterday at the station, standing in the queue for a ticket, I was minding my own business. As I reached the counter, a man who seemed to be in his 30s came up to me and asked, "Aunty, aunty can you please buy me a ticket?" He said this as he tried pushing a 50 buck note into my hand. For the first few seconds I was too shocked to react. 


Why shocked? Simple...this grown man called me an Aunty! WTF! How very annoying! And of course, I did not let him buy his ticket and tersely told to him to go stand in the queue. But the loser persisted, "Aunty I am really late!" Bigger WTF! 


Me: "Can't you see there is a queue? Stop arguing and go stand in the l…