Miss'd Out

Aah joy!!

Recently I shed my official single status. My parents have been smiling ear to ear since the blessed event. Fulfilling all the required rituals with enthusiasm i didn't know existed. Oh the joy!! so much so that my own brother danced with the barathi's .

All those years of swearing by simple, small and private weddings where flushed out like used tissue by my parents. Though i can salvage some of my pride by having escaped an elaborate cermony at an unearthly hour(ok not so unearthly for after hours party lovers!!) I can boast of a multi-cultural 1 hour wedding. ( my dear cousins had to sit thru hours n hours)

This of course translates to me not having valid reason to argue with my cell phone operator to have my mrs changed to ms. On the bright side I have by virtue of marriage come into pocession of TBs of disk space and countless media files. I am sure I can create plenty of more space by deleting my husband's pornographic collection(sshhhhh i didn't say that out loud).

Of course there have been changes to my life. I now share closet space with my husband, but in exchange for an upgrade to my ipod and my phone bills crashing I ain't complaining.
I read cosmo in the pretext of learning new recipe. My mother -inlaw thinks that i am working while writing this blog.

People often ask me how life is after marriage, i snigger since the question should really be directed to my in-laws and my husband.

hee hee smiling ear to ear.

On High Heel Note

Life is pretty good especially so when you are proved em all wrong!!!

I've been told on several occasions by people, from all walks of life, with varying amount of asperity on the dangers of wearing high heeled shoes.

Slip disks, back aches, slips, falls....the wise cracks of committing suicide by jumping of my own shoes etc i listen to with amusement.

Today however when i was climbing down the stairs by some freak my dupatta got caught in my shoe and i (note) almost fell.

The high point being that since i was exercising the care my fashionably high heel warrants i was able to prevent the fall. I can effectively reconstruct the image of me tumbling down the stairs like rag doll had things been different

it has happened often to me and my fellow gals so often wherein we tend to trip and stumble and fall more often when we are wearing our sensible flatties.

So as a clumsy always stumbling person..my high heels are my life saver...god bless all my beautiful pairs and may i have many more.

~ She with the most shoes wins

So long

And so as the clock moves ever so slowly towards the seventh hour,
I look vaguely upon the lighted monstrosity,
hoping for words to flow.
Alas soon I will bid thee good bye
I hope the next owner shall look at you more gleefully than i

The dull grey dusk has set in already,
It will be time soon for me to leave
on good terms we shall part
our paths shall never cross again

YAY…I get out of here at last :)

Baby Boo Boo

Ooooooohh u cuuuuutee baby. Uuuuuuu aree choooo chhhhwwweeeeet

That about sums up the average reaction of an adult left with a baby for 1 minute.

I am not beyond this cooing myself. Though I honestly believed that's where i'd stop.

But fate and my ever sub- yet hyperactive -conscious proved me wrong. I was spending time with my one year old niece and her mum had dressed her up in a cute pair of pink long-johns. I had the strongest temptation to stick on a matching pair for bunny ears on her head. I also almost always spike up a baby's hair to give a punk baby look.

I wonder why adults dress babies up in clothes they wouldn't want to wear on any day except Halloween(may be). Just cause babies can't express their discontent on the subject and are unable to rip off the costumes themselves, should we really take advantage of that?

These pictures lay the groundwork for future embarassments. I mean we are still trying to hide our own baby snaps where we are wearing bunny hats and that photo every boy has when he was dressed as a girl.

I am glad that i only have to hide some albums and unlike my niece who is going to have to remove it from the hard drive and inbox of every one of my relatives.