Ganesha banda kaayi kadabu tinda.. chikka kereli bidda dodda kereli yedda

Usually Gowri and Ganesha festival come on consecutive days but this time it was on the same day. The best part was it was on a Sunday. The whole of Saturday went in cleaning the house. In the evening, we went for the festival shopping. We even got the water immersible Ganesha idol. I was extremely happy after this.


Sunday morning, I woke up around 7. After last minute cleaning and a nice wash I started off with cooking. I was juggling with cutting vegetables and cooker and rice and coconut. I can say that I was in a mess and totally confused. I was just thinking how mom did all these things at home, and I never even realized it all these years. Anyway I was nearly done by 10.30, so got ready for the pooja and by 11 AM we started the Gowri Pooja.


This went on for an hour. After this G did the Ganesha pooja. After both, it was lunch time. I had made sambar, mango rice, channa daal kheer (kadle bele payasa), kosambari (carrot, cucumber salad)and Modakas.


G's friend had got sajjige (rava ksheera). We had our lunch and then headed for the temple. Since the temple was a bit far, we took a small nap on the way. In the evening we did the visergane and went to friend's place for dinner. On the whole we had a wonderful festival. An extremely hectic day had come to an end.


A few years back, the festival meant only fun. Previous day we would go with a basket to the nearby shops. They would have so many colourful Ganapathi and Gowri idols made of mud. We would spend time to check the idols and selecting the idol was one major task. Then, the basket would be filled with hay and very carefully both the idols would be placed in the basket.
The next day, early morning we would be woken up and shooed into the bathroom for a long oil bath (this was one thing I used to hate during festivals). Once this is done, our new dresses would be ready and we would be completely ready for the pooja. It was always me, who did the Gowri pooje and bro who did the Ganesha pooja. And when the time came to offer prasada to God, all the items would appear from kitchen magically. We would never know when mom prepared all this. After the yummy food, we would either play or watch TV. In the early evening, we would go to our uncles and aunt's houses for Ganesha Darshana. Then visit the temple. Finally late in the evening we would do the visarjane.

On the whole, the festival was fun back then, its been fun this time too. Just that, the roles have changed in life...

Concerts on the go

Since I am writing about concerts, I thought its a good time to mention about another concert. A week after this one, we were to attend the concert from Sonu Nigam and Sunidhi Chauhan.

At first we thought it was on a Saturday. So on Friday at 5, G called up asking me to get ready. Thanks to G's friend (she helped us in the getting the ticket), she reminded him about it. So we had a very early dinner and reached the venue around 8.00.It was the basket ball stadium. There werent much people when we reached. But by 9.00, it was packed. I was so excited that I would hear Sonu and Sunidhi LIVE.

In the beginning, the show started off with some guy, Ayub Khan, singing a couple of songs. He was a terrible singer, but I must appreciate his guts to come and sing in front of a stadium full of people.
After this, there were a couple of dance performances. After half an hour of all this extra stuff, we finally got Sunidhi Chauhan on stage. It was amazing to see her perform. The energy she had was awesome. She sang continuously for more than an hour. Off she went on a break, and came in the host to introduce Sonu Nigam to the crowd. And then came the smart guy on stage with the magical voice. It was a wonderful listening to voice which made people stand on their feet and start dancing.

The energy with which both of them performed do show why they are in the position they are today. The concert ended around 1.30 AM and I must say it is a concert I would remember for a long time now.

Dont push!!!

We have been getting newspapers everyday for quite some days. We haven't subscribed for it and yet there is a bundle on the front door everyday. We even tried to nore it and hence dint pick up the paper for a week, but it just kept bundling up. The guy comes early in the morning, so we can't tell him directly. Its so irritating, that when you dont want certain things, they are just forced upon you.

Some people just DON'T get the message. We are ignoring you, means we dont need you. So, please stop forcing yourself on us. We hate it, but can't tell it :(

Tak dina dhin

Music is something which most of us like. I am not a very big fan of classical music. Neither am I a fan of western music. Its just the mood I am in, and any kind of music can interest me anytime. And I don't care much for instrumental music too.

When G told me there is a concert by Pandit Hariprasad Chaurasia and Ustad Zakir Hussain, I was not totally thrilled, but I did want to go to the concert. So off we went in the traditional attire to the first ever classical concert of my life. We reached a few minutes late, but that was ok, since the show had just started. The first performance was just the flute and I was just trying to get into the groove. After a while I had quit trying, I was getting into the groove.

The real entertainment started when the tablas started, it was just superb. There were moments where I did have goose bumps. The part I loved the most was the jugalbandi, how the flute and tabla were competing with each other. The whole auditorium was just deafened with the applause, so many times. And most of the time it was not coz of the crowd, I did that on my own. I never thought I could like instrumental music this much.

I must say, it was one of the curious evenings and it just turned out pretty interesting.

Bikey bikes!!

G loves bikes. So much that he always wishes we had a bike instead of a car. I am all supportive of that idea, just that car is a necessity here and we have to have it. The other day somebody offered the Hayabusa 2000 as a trade for our car. G was so tempted, but then he realized that currently its not possible.

When he told me this, I was happy that he was being so responsible. But felt very sad too. Its like a dream bike and this is "so near yet so far" situation. I just hope someday we get to own anything G dreams of.

Raksha Bandhan

Courtsey: Google

I have always loved this festival. Although being a south Indian this is not in the tradition. I think I was in 7th when we started this at home. Mom had got the rakhi, I had no clue what it was, that's when mom explained this to me. I was thrilled, if not anything else but by the gift part. My bro was super excited coz he could show off in class. Well this was what we both felt the first time we celebrated the festival. But as we grew, this became more important. Ofcourse a thread wasnt required to stregthen our bond, but it would just be like re-emphasizing on the bond we share.

When in school there was one year, where I tied Rakhi to a few guys in my class too. But after that never ever did I tie Rakhi to any guy other than my brothers (including cousins). I always feel that, when we cant just give the place of parents and spouse to any random person, even brothers and sisters cant be made just by tying a rakhi. Once a friend of mine wanted me to tie the rakhi his sis had sent. I told him my reasons of why I wouldnt tie it to him. Thats when he said "You are my sis here rite?" Somehow that felt very genuine and I tied him Rakhi. Today we are not in constant touch, but we do know whats happening with each other... and yes every Rakhi I do wish him and ask for a gift :)

Well back to my bro, I am very lucky to have A as my bro. He has been my friend ever since we know each other. We have fought with each other like we would kill each other. We have pulled each other's hair. We have covered up for each other in front of mom. Ofcourse me being the elder one was more protective of him. Most of the time I would protect him from mom's scoldings. My theory was "I am the only person who can scold or beat my bro". As we grew older the age difference between us is reducing. I can have a conversation with him, which I can with my friends now. He is a pretty cool headed guy, I have hardly seen him getting angry. Sometimes I feel he is more mature now than I was at his age.

He is also very protective about me. He will make sure that I dont go through any trouble. There was once incident which made me realize that my bro is now protecting me. We used to go for Yoga classes probably when I was in 11th. It was a long walk from home. That particular day me and bro were walking holding our hands. There was nobody else on road. I always walked toward the roadside and he was on the innerside. We saw a cyclist coming in our direction. Me and bro were talking about something. When the cyclist was nearing us, bro very smoothly left my hand and came to the roadside and held my handside so that the cyclist wouldnt even get an opportunity to go past me. I was so touched by this incident. Even now he is still the same. Ofcourse he's lost the smoothness and tells me to come aside or move aside (as if I dont know). But sometimes its nice to be bossed around by him.

He is my younger bro, but at times behaves like a elder one. Till date I have never heard him call him by name. Its always Akka. Even if he has to scold me. A few cousins of mine still tease him, but that doesnt bother him. May be after so many years I am so used to it that I wont be able to digest if he calls me something else.
I miss him a lot. Both of us know its no longer possible to be together, but we know we will always be there for each other in any circumstances. That's my promise to him. I thank God for giving me such a wonderful brother

Plastic meltdown

I was preparing tea today, and suddenly remembered an incident.

Bro loved to drink his Complan in the Complan cup (which we got with a bottle of complan). Mom had kept milk in the cup and it had been a while, so she just asked me to heat it up. I was in 7th std at that time. I promptly went to the kitchen, switched on the stove and very neatly kept the plastic cup right above the flame. In a minute, I could see milking dropping out of the cup. I got tensed and called mom.

Mom got a shock at this. She asked me why I dint pour that in a steel container. The cup had melted and gotten into a weird shape. I was in the verge of crying, I forgot that plastic melts. How could I? But I learnt my lesson after that. I can never forget that plastic metls on heat :)

Ofcourse with all this going on, bro was a little upset that his favorite cup was gone. But then the next month a different nice looking cup mafe its way into our house and this whole incident was just wrapped up.

Journey!!!

Relationships are so complicated sometimes. We try to focus on one and lose out on the rest. Multi tasking is surely important sometimes. Ofcourse this is more important in case of all the close relationships which are important to us. Life is similar to a journey, and as in life, we make so many relationships here too. But what about those which just come on your way in this journey? How much importance do we give this?
The new relation is just a couple of months old, and its actually not directly affecting your journey in any way. But if you feel, this is disturbing the journey, isnt is better to clear the air off so that it doesnt came in your journey later on? But in this process if we end up hurting our near and dear ones, thats wrong too, isnt it? How can we decide what needs to be given importance, and what can be ignored?
Probably growing with life gives us this clarity. Maybe having the right life partner helps you see all this in a different light. Whatever it is the factor which is outside your brain sometimes helps you take the right decision.
Howmuch ever importance is given to momentary problems/solutions will just fade away in life, but the ones you give importance will stay with you till the end of the journey and remind you what you did all your journey.
Open up your heart and your brain, think before you decide, prioritize whats important in life, and finally go ahead with the decision the heart and brain mutually agree...

Yeh Chai Mastani

Pic courtsey : Google

I have always loved Tea over coffee... So many people have wondered why I dont like coffee being a south Indian... Well, I dont know what thats got to do with my liking... But anyways tea has always been my favorite.

At home, mom prefers to have tea which I make, after I left home, she prefers the one which bro makes. But making tea just for self is boring, so I dont make it unless I have company or I really want to drink some tea.

The other day I was teasing G, that he could make tea for me. He agreed and went to the kitchen. Then started his array of questions, where is the vessel, where is tea powder etc etc... He dint allow me to help him. Then I just went to see how things were on, and I saw nearly 10 spoons of tea powder for 2 cups of water. I was quite shocked. He said that's his special tea. And when I got my cup of tea, I was quite skeptical, when I tasted the tea, it was too sweet so he took it back added some more tea and milk then gave it to me. This time I dint taste, I was still waiting so that he could get his cup. He was planning to have lemon tea, so he just poured his tea in a glass and some lemon into it... We both sat to have the wonderful tea... And I still dont know how I managed to drink the cup of tea. G just had a sip of it and said I would rather have you make the tea :)

Well after days, he offered to make tea again, but this time with my instructions and tea is not bad afterall :)

Dinner party

We had invited G's friends for dinner last thursday, I wanted to make Thair vada (Dahi vada) for a long time... So called mom and got the recipe

2 cups of Urad dal
1-2 tablespoon of rice (I put a fist of rice)
Salt
Black pepper (whole or powder)
Oil for frying
Curd/ Yogurt

Soak the urad dal and rice together for 1-2 hrs

Then grind it to a thick paste (more the water content, more oil its soaks while frying)



Heat the oil in a pan/kadhai (anything which can be used for deep frying)
once the oil is sufficiently hot, put small portions of the batter in the oil



Once the vadas are golden brown take them out of the oil into a tissue to soak out excess oil.



Keep a vessel of hot water ready, put these fried vadas into hot water. Let it soak for a few mins



Now take these out of water, squeeze out the water, and soak these vadas into thick curd. Leave it for sometime, now the vadas are ready to be served



Of course, use grated carrots, coriander leaves for garnishing.

Once these were done, made some raitha (cucumber, onion and tomatoes), then pulav (with cauliflower, beans carrots, lima beans and peas), fruit salad, cucumber salad, curd rice and then finally ice cream....











The dinner time was fun. I hope eveybody liked the food... I thoroughly enjoyed myself... Maybe we should do this more often :)

Just Thinking!!!

I just saw Swades.. ya ya I know its not a new one and is one of the movies which shouldnt be missed. But then, it so happens that I couldnt watch it earlier... I must say. SRK's not overacted and he is good in this movie :)

There is a scene where Mohan (SRK's character) and the villagers are discussing about how India is and how America is, and then one of them says India is the best country coz of the sanskar & parampara. This is when Mohan disagress and says that people in the US too have their own traditions and just coz Indians dont know. it doesnt mean they dont have any. I kind of agree with that.

Years before, much before I came to US, I also had the same thinking like many of us Indians about the country America and the people who stay here. I wouldnt say Americans coz people who stay here include so many other nationals too. Most of it, derived from the Hindi movies and also the very few English movies I had seen. The most important thing I had thought was, there was no family concept in Us, people dint respect each other, people dint care for other people and also that Indians who come to US forget their family back in India and all those things which were shown on our Silver screen.

When I landed in US, I dint know what to expect. Slowly, I started observing people. One by one all the inhibitions just broke... I met people who cared for family so much... met moms who cared for kids, as my mom would do. Saw wives who cared for their husbands, saw daughters/sons who cared for their parents. I got to know about a lot of traditions too. And yes, if you respected them, you would get that back too. And ofcourse, the Indians here dont forget their family or the traditions or anything of that sort. There are all kinds of people in this world, so if somebody changes its not the country, its just that the situation was such that people changes. Are people in India not changing?? So why do we have this hesitance to accept that US also is a good country.

Somehow I have been lucky to stay in both the countries, I think I can see most of the things in both the countries and also realize whats good and bad.
Its time all of us realize that we might be good rather great, but that doesnt mean the rest of them are horrible!!!

PAst..Present..Future

Yesterday I went to meet my cousin. As we were talking, the most popular topic – RECESSION came up in our discussion.

Then I just said College days were so much better, where we only had to worry about studies and not worry about other responsibilities. And when we were studying we always thought once we land up in a job we don’t have to study anymore, and we will have so much independence.

Isn’t it always like this, the past always has nice memories. It’s not that we dint have bad times then, but cherish our good times of the past so much, that we start comparing the good times of past with bad times of present.

Then we realized, it’s not that we never had fun after joining a job. We have had new found independence. We have had fun with friends when we joined the company. Ofcourse our batch dint have the usual training fun, coz it was a little different for us, which probably would be a different post. It’s been a few years in company and every year has its share of good and bad experiences. We have had the best of times and the worst of times.

So whenever we think, life was great in the past, we should realize that some time in future we will remember the good times of today, so let’s enjoy the TODAY instead of comparing it with the golden PAST and make new memories for our FUTURE.

Whats in a name

I remember most of my husband’s friends names. Atleast after listening to their names twice, I know from when they know each etc. Of course once in a while I forget.

From the time I have introduced my friends, unless he has interacted with them personally more than 5-6 times, or if they attended our wedding (they are the same people he has interacted with), he’s always confused with the names.

A month back, this was the converstation (we were in 2 different places, so conversation on phone)

Monday
ME : I am going to Priya’s house this weekend
HIM : Oh! Cool

Tuesday

ME : We are planning to do so n so over the weekend
HIM : Who all??
ME : Told you na, going to Priya’s house
HIM : Oh ya…

Wednesday

HIM : I am planning to go to beach during weekend.
ME : Wow… That’s good.. You are also going out
HIM : Also?? Where are you going?
ME : (hmph!!) Friend’s place
HIM : Oh Cool.. Lavanya’s house?
ME : Naah.. Priya
HIM : Great Enjoy maadu

Thursday

ME : (Not even nearing weekend discussions) So what’s for dinner?
HIM : Rice and Sambar… So you are going tomorrow directly from office?
ME : (Wow!!! He remembers) Hoon.. Am packing now
HIM : Great!!! Say Hi to Pallavi from my side.
ME : (confused) But Pallavi is in NY, and I am not going to meet her.
HIM : Oh then what’s your friend’s name.
ME : (Tired) Priya.

Friday evening

HIM : So, did you reach Pallavi’s house
ME : (Completely frustrated with this name confusion). Its not Pallavi, Its Priya.
HIM : Oh ya!! I forgot
ME : Is it so difficult to remember my friend’s name, that too after listening to it for a week now
HIM : Hey Come on!!! How can I remember your friend’s names??
ME : Fine… Forget it
HIM : That’s what I did :)

Traffic o traffic

At lunch time today, we were just discussing about the traffic conditions.. D(my friend) just shared her experiences when she was on a 2 wheeler.

Incident 1: D was on a signal waiting for it to turn green. It was taking a long time. A guy was honking for a long time, so she just gave way to him. He then did the same to the guy in front. The other guy got so frustrated that it seems he gave a gesture which meant fly and go.... The way D showed it to us, it was so hilarious.

Seriously, when you are on a red signal, whats the point in honking? The person in front of you is also equally frustrated with all this traffic. Most of them are on the way to attend to something important. Everybody wants to get out of the traffic as soon as possible. If all of us have a little patience and understand that, only if we work together will this problem be in a situation where we atleast can tolerate it.

Incident 2: One of the roads had a 'no left turn' signal. And seems it was covered by the tree, so people couldnt see the same, and started going in that road. The policeman was sending people away from there, later caught one person. Seems this guy told the policeman "Sir, you are doing a great job by enforcing the law. I am ready to pay the fine, but can you please make sure that people can see the board". The policeman was so embarassed, that he let him go and dint stop anybody for fines, but started to redirect.

Some of us do want to follow rules, but when the rules are not laid out fine, how can we even follow that?? I really wish, that traffic becomes much better, atleast for the sake of people who want to follow the rules and live in a better place.

Food.. love

There have been very few times, when I have got to go to work from home. Most of the times I have stayed out of my place for work. So it’s a great feeling when I get to go to work from home. Since its Bangalore and that my house is very far from office, I had to leave pretty early. And the first thing moms think about when you are home with them is good food. And yes, I had that priviledge.

Everyday I used to have a mini breakfast around 6.30 AM, just before I had to rush for the bus. Then around 9.00 AM I used to take my breakfast to the canteen and have it with my friend. Around 12.30, we used to go and have the lunch, ofcourse something yummy packed for lunch. I even had some snacks in my bag. Not mention 2 apples and freshly squeezed lemon juice from home. My bag was always full of these things. My brother always teased me, if I was going for work or picnic. Amazingly though, I must say mom still knows how much her daughter needs to eat and in what intervals. After all this as soon as I was back home, there used to be a hot cup of tea ready for me and after some time dinner would be served.

Its been ages since I have had that luxury. I have always valued this motherly love and the luxury of having all this in life. But you remember these things more when its no longer there.

Season fever

Its raining so much these days, and if I were to use any of those comparisons... like cats and dogs and stuff like that… I would say it’s raining elephants and hippos. But rain is not the only thing, its getting cold too. I have started detesting my jacket. I am really bored of that. Now add to that I have to carry an umbrella all around. And with all this come fever and cold and cough. Luckily my cough and cold are not much. But fever is really tiring; it also comes with body pain. I wish G and me were together. That would have really helped.

When we were in Bangalore, at school/college times, anytime I got fever, 100% attention used to be on me. Even otherwise I used to gobble up 90% of it, but 100 is something different. Mom always had to have me in sight. So I wake up in the morning, and depending on the condition it would be decided if I could have a bath or no. I would be given something hot to drink (milk... yuk), then something to eat. It used to be bread since nothing else would actually go past the throat. Then all day mom would sit with me… checking temperatures, getting things to eat and drink. Then slowly I moved out and due to work, weekend were the only time I could be home, so fever on weekdays meant, take care of yourself (of course roommates helped a lot, they were the family then).

We went to Mysore after the wedding. So I fell ill again with fever. I dint take an off, but as soon as we came home I just crashed into the bed. I told G to wake me up in an hour so that I could cook dinner for us. When I actually got up, it had already been 3 hours, and when I got out of the room, it was such a delightful sight, G was cooking something for dinner. He said that I needed rest and ordered me to go back to sleep by the time he finishes his cooking. I just did as he said. He then woke me up and we had a tasty meal which I could relish completely. There were days when I told him, I wish I could fall ill and he could take care of me like this. He takes care of me the best after mom. I sometimes behave very unreasonably with him, but then again if I don’t…who else can?

Little Tea party

I just happened to see a photo of a small girl playing with a teapot and a cup. This just triggered my memory and my childhood just flashed in front of me.

As a part of our childhood, we had so many dolls but the main thing was to have a kitchen set. We had these made of steel, clay, plastic. They were replicas of what mom had in her “real” kitchen, and this was so exciting. Mom would lend grains to put in these teeny weeny containers. And yeah!!! Before we had a actual fridge at home, I already had a beautiful plastic one which was as big as my dad’s palm… But hey this was one thing mom dint have and I had… and being the nice daughter I was, I had even offered mom she could use mine… That time I dint know why she never used it (ofcourse much later when we had a real one, I knew why she had refused).

If there were no children to actually play with me, mom would volunteer. She would be my guest, me being the perfect hostess, would offer her tea, juice and lot many things to drink (all of which would be water in a thumb sized glass. Then we would have lunch in our play plates, so peanuts were to be assumed as rice and sambar. Of course we would use up the snacks and take bigger plates and eat those.

As I grew a little older, I grew out of these smaller vessels and containers and actually started making something in the kitchen (say: Tea). I was always fascinated with the whole tea sets which were shown in movies. So sometimes my parents used to play along with me. We had 2 tea sets at home, and they were to be used only on special occasions. Well, mom used to carefully take it out for me and I used to prepare the tea decoction (tea without milk – water a tea powder boiled well together) put it in the big tea pot, then hot milk in the smaller pot, then sugar in the sugar container. I used to take the whole tray in front of them. Then pour all these one by one in the cup. In the end, you are supposed to ask the quantity of sugar. Once all this is done, I used to serve them the tea with some biscuits. This whole thing used to take much more time than the usual, but the fun and the time we used to spend on this was totally awesome.

How I wish I can be that little girl again!!!

Lake Tahoe

This was a long pending trip. I always wanted to go with G, but the plan din’t seem to materialize. So I thought I would go along with friends. After much confusion, hotel rooms were booked; cars were booked for a 2 day trip for 10 people.

Day 1: The plan was to start at 8.30 AM on Saturday (31-Jan). We started only at 10 after picking up the car at airport. Initial part of the journey I was asleep as I had a terrible headache. We had stopped for lunch. It wasn’t yummy, but it did fill up our hungry stomach.We still had some 90 mi to travel and I took over the steering wheel. Initially, there was nothing interesting, so it was quite a normal drive. Then started the glimpse of snow capped mountains. This was not the first time, but ofcourse it was the first time in a new place, we were excited that we would be there anytime soon. The rest of the drive was a beauty, with snow either sides of the road.



We checked in the hotel and freshened up for the evening. At first we had no plans, and since its winter, it gets dark quickly. We thought of going to the lake first and then see what we wanted to do.



The lake was beautiful. The tip was frozen but we could still see the lake in between. I prefer it this way... Whats the point in having the whole lake frozen... We would never know the lake existed (I know thats stupid of me).We were just gazing at the people there having so much fun in the snow. They had sledges with them and were sliding with so much fun. We rushed to a nearby store and got a few sledges for rent.



As soon as we came back to the lake, 2 guys started and went on a bumpy ride... All of us learned from their mistake not to take the steep side and went on a less bumpy and less steep side of the slope. It was sheer fun for an hour after this. We took videos of people sliding down. D was about to go into the lake if someone had not caught her...



The view was just awesome



And the wonderful colours on the sky was great



After this we were very hungry and rushed to the Indian Restaurant near our Hotel. We had our early dinner and then folks decided to go to the casinos nearby. Nevada(famous for gambling) was just a mile away. I am not much interested in Gambling. Moreover I had a severe headache since morning, so I skipped this. I went into the cosy room, watched TV and called it a day.

Day 2(Sunday):
We woke up pretty early and after breakfast, headed out to the Heavenly Village Skiing Area.



I had already done skiing long back, so dint want to do it this time.



First we had to buy gloves (spent nearly half an hr on this). I hate it when people start shopping for stuff when we have so little time. Anyway, after this there was a discussion on who would ski. The total cost would be $120, and some were not ready to spend so much. Out of 10, only 2 people were ready. So after much discussion we left on the Gandola tour.


This is the Gandola

The tour was too good. We went in it for 3-4 miles and it was supposed to take a total of 17 mins.We were to have 2 stops.

From the Gandola


The first stop was the observation tower. We got down from the Gandola and walked around. It was a spectacular view from the top. The snow capped mountains, the lake, the tahoe valley all these looked so beautiful. It felt like heaven.











After clicking multiple pics in the place, we moved to the next stop. This was the beginners skiing area. We found our 2 friends trying to ski there.. We had a nice time making fun of them everytime they feel. I took some nice videos of them too. In the meanwhile we played in snow, throwing snow at each other, taking a lot of pics.



We even posed with the ski. After a while we went back down to the lake, spent a few hours there. All this made us very hungry and off we went to the same restaurant as the previous day. We stuffed ourselves with food, and soon it was time to say our bye to the beautiful lake.

I dint feel sad the trip was over. Infact in a way I felt nice. I was all set to go to the office next day and share our fun with all my friends there.

PS: Have been wanting to write this for a long time... Somehow there was just no motivation

Moody Mood

My mood swings are at its peak today...I am not in a very good one today.. but at office.. I am the usual happy go lucky kinda person. I am having a tough time to keep that smile on my face.. A little bit of frowning and I have most of them questioning whats wrong with me...
God!!! please set things right... Please

Weird!!!

Today Morning when I started walking to office, I started thinking… and I realized I don’t want to be the last person to leave the house. Is that the reason, I try to get up before my roomies and get ready and leave?

This thought kind of freaked me out… Why would I think like that? What’s the big deal if I leave last? I have no idea… But all I remember is I have always been like this. I am always in a hurry when I have to leave and if it so happens that I am the last person to leave, I just lose interest and take my own sweet time and more and leave really late.