Special moments

Its strange that after so many years of matrimony, you start taking your spouse for granted. I think it happens with everyone. But off late I have been thinking of my very special moments with G. And they aren't very occasion specific, they are random memorable moments from our day-to-day lives.

• Of how we hug and kiss so many times in a day
• Of how we can't sleep if we do not hug each other in bed;
• how we miss each other and get emotional;
• playing scrabble together;
• going for chaat or coffee in the evenings;
• teasing him about how hot he looks and watching him go red;
• teasing him when he looks at other women and watching him blush;
• how he raises his eyebrows when I am dressed to kill;
• saying 'I love you' and meaning it;
• asking him to fetch me everything, while I sit in bed and how he gives me that smirk look;
• he fishing out for innumerable kisses by pretending to be 1-year-old, knowing that I can't resist it;
• his puppy face look.
• his saying 'please don't go to work today' every morning
• his wicked face when he requests to have pizza for dinner

There are so many more moments like these that I cherish and thank G for giving them to me.

We always forget the small things that make us happy while seeking bigger happiness in life. But its small things like these that make all the difference...of true happiness!

Me...and my disorders!

Off late I have become such a shopaholic...I have been shopping every time I go to the mall, small things but yeah still shopping. I was never like this. Although, G still says that I am not a shopaholic, but I have a gut feeling that I am.

I suddenly want so many things...a trip to UK next year, is my first priority; more shoes; more make-up; I want the best clothes for work...and the list goes on. And every time I shop, I have this guilt feeling for days. But I just don't seem to stop...I think its a disorder or something.

And I have another disorder...I have fear of public speaking, the other day, my hands and feet went cold and my face started twitching while I was addressing my colleagues, now I understand why they call it 'having cold feet'. I hated it! And I don't even know when did I develop this. And I was shivering after that for a very long time. The thing is that in my profession this is not allowed! I felt so ashamed, but I have to overcome it anyway.

Brats of politics

Its sad to know that I live in a country where the safety of common man is ignored, but that every tom, dick and harry associated with Govt. of India is given prime importance. Yes, and with that I truly mean Tom, Dick and Harrys who are nothing but a mere distant contact of some bloody politician.

I was shocked to see this sick display of power yesterday that I felt ashamed of the leaders of this country. Me and G were going shopping and suddenly we were stopped by 3 policemen at a crossing. It so happened that traffic from all four sides was stopped by about 25-30 policemen and many PCR vans were shooting across the roads to ensure that no one barged in. Obviously we assumed that some damn politician must have come to the nearby mall and therefore the security. Ya, security of one person, at the risk of million others.

Anyways, it so happened that it wasn't a politician, but some kids of a politician in a beacon car for whom the luxury of clearing the roads was provided. I mean what the hell. They must be kids of some MP or whatever shit, but just for them a million people were held back at peak office hours...ridiculous. Also, why do they get the luxury of clear roads when the common man is struggling to get home at every second. They should also experience what is it to get stuck in an hour long jam. They should also feel how exhausting is it to wait in the long queue of cars. What makes them so special anyway to get away with all this. What have they done for us, that we have to wait for their motorcades to proceed without any hurdles. Its a shame that where thousands of children are homeless and do not even have bare necessities, the kids of politicians have luxuries that they don't even deserve.

Absolutely ridiculous!

Too hard to describe in words

Off late, I have been wanting to write so much, but every time I opened this page and started typing, somehow my heart wasn't coming out with the perfect words.

The incidents in Mumbai are too overwhelming to describe into the right words. Its really sad to hear and view the horrific stories that emerge from the hatred amongst races. I don't understand what do people get out of this. Do they (terrorists) actually think that brutal attacks can change the mindset of a billion people in this country. Destroying heritage properties and killing people will never make people bend down under their commands.

As a member of the hospitality industry, I know how much it shocked us. But what are our dear politicians doing, why do they have to be so diplomatic, why can't they just gun down the damn idiots who did this. I think the NSG shud put all politicians who gave appaling remarks in one room and blast it. The govt shud take drastic steps against these politicians and show the country and its people that there is someone to handle it wisely. They owe it to us, after all the tax that goes into their security.

Gosh! I am out of words already. This incident is beyond words to describe. God bless Mumbai!