Valentine's Special

Hola folks!!

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Don’t worry I am not going to bore you with the history behind this day since the news channels are doing that job pretty well already.

As I was humming the song ‘dil diyan gallan’ that was playing on the radio this morning, I pondered on the concept of love.  I got quite philosophical. We have grown up watching movies like Kuch Kuch Hota Hai that preached the idea of one love in a lifetime.  Remember the famous dialogue “Hum ek baar jeete hai, ek baar marte hai, shaadi bhi ek baar hoti hai ... aur pyar ek baar hi hota hai”?

For a Happy YOU

Hiiii! So here I am after an amazingly fantabulous weekend! It was my birthday weekend! 

Now I am clueless what your definition of a good weekend is. Afterall we all have different preferences. But my description of a good weekend revolves around relaxation, some personal time; time spent with family, catching up with a friend over a cup of coffee and some lots of self pampering. 

This post will focus on the last bit; the SELF-PAMPERING bit.

happy realisation

I was about to turn 24 when my parents started looking for an eligible match for me. Like every single girl I was enjoying a carefree life and was reluctant to give in to the idea of marriage; however I said yes thinking that it will take at least one year to find the right match for me (you know how these things take time). Little did I know that when things are meant to happen they can happen in less than a month’s time.

my most beautiful woman

i look fat. i have a crooked nose. my thighs are so big. my lips are huge. this post will not be enough when it comes to counting peripheral imperfections. but then the question is: who is perfect? and the answer: none of us. no matter how pretty the world thinks we are, we will still find an imperfection in ourselves.

the point here is that we will never be satisfied with how we look. it is very important for us to understand the difference between looks and personality. you might come across as the best person in the room even though you might not be the most beautiful one in there. external beauty is secondary, the real beauty lies in what you do. the real charm is reflected through your deeds, through your work and kind of person you are at heart.

to the killers

when a girl gets hitched specially in an arranged set up she is quite apprehensive not just about the new family but also about the new social circle she will have (read: husband's friends). so was i. but all my doubts vanished in thin air immediately after i got fixed. 

for starters my husband did an amazing thing to get the ice broken between me and his friends. his friends were on my BBM list even before i had met them. after we got engaged and the marriage was announced officially his group of friends organized a dinner specially to welcome me into the group. now, the group has a name; they call themselves " the killers".

maika visit

last time i visited my parents' place (maika) my husband promised them a date i would come home next. my parents could not have been happier. and i would say the same for my husband (giggling). he loves those few days when i am away and he can behave like a bachelor again. anyways this post is not about my husband feeling elated when i am away but the time i have spent at my parents place last week.

marriage: the tranquilizer

one of my favourite candid moments from our wedding

 all the philosophical gab (which i won't deny, i do a lot at times) and a piece of "it is the right thing to do " advice is generally easier said than done, specially when it comes to tackling an argument in a new marriage. before marriage both, the girl and the boy, will get all the worldly advice from the parents, relatives and the married friends(the singletons would just laugh it off). they would suggest "be patient, try to understand each other". others would say "bring the change for the better slowly and steadily". and then comes the best one "in a fight, if one gets hot headed, the other should remain calm". this post majorly concerns the last suggestion.

every song has a story

The other day i was listening to the song raabta from the movie Agent Vinod and it brought back the memories of my courtship period. i realized every song has some story to it. it can remind you of a particular person or a certain place or just good times. for some the song is significant because the lyrics are relevant and for others it is significant for the crazy beats it provided to dance the night away with friends.

Friends

goodmorning!looking at the clear sky and feeling the fresh breeze, this morning could not have got any better after an amazing monday night. yes i am talking about a monday night! mondays are generally mundane and dreadful but last night was an exception.

i met my friends (all of them together) after a month and a half and any moment can turn into a special one when you have some good wine, better music and the best company. we got together at a friend's place for drinks, everyone was high (some on alcohol, some on music and some just on the feel of that moment). we turned into teens who had just entered college (that is how we all met...aaahh how i miss the venky(sri venkateswara college, DU) days). there was slow dancing, candid conversations and loads of laughter.

we chose KAINOOSH at dlf promenade, delhi for dinner. a well done up place(i fell in love with their chandeliers)  for mughlai/north indian food. the service and the quality of the food made our evening even better.

we called it a night with loads of hugs and then more hugs followed by some more tight embraces lol. remembering the night, i feel blessed to have such friends. thank you god for everything.

P.S.: good times; courtesy: my dear husband. the night would not have been possible without you