Ruse, Muse, Obtuse

I have a low opinion about the way women are potrayed by the media. We've been reduced to silly simpering people who are constantly on the look out for salvation thru fairness creams, anti-ageing creams, soap sand enough cosmetics to poison a whale. This salvation comes in the form of some scrawny man who sends us all in a tizzy with that ohh so hot deodorant and hair gel.

Ok..so they are manhole covers!

Anyone living in Mumbai during the rains is pretty familiar with the sudden bursts of torrential rains. Makes me kinda think that God suddenly turned the tap on up there.

What amuses me is not what goes on up there , but what literally goes on below us.

Since it rains like crazy a few months every year I guess the BMC decided not to sacrifice space for storm drains and just build roads to the last possible inch. Now when it rains all that water has no where to go!! which of course leaves ordinary citizens getting all the goo on their clothes as they wade thru them. SO as a stop gap BMC opens up manholes to let all that water go down somewhere!!! Next Some unsuspecting wader falls into these open holes.

The drama hungry media where happy to blame the entire situation on the BMC who were already miffed with Uncle Sam warning it's citizens about open manholes in amchi Mumbai. A little bit of investigation reveals that most of the missing man hole covers have actually been stolen!!! and the BMC blames the Chinese Olympics!!!

Sure enough Uncle Sam is facing a similar situation back home, this time they are blaming China and india

If only the scrap market for my old-no longer fitting clothes was as lucrative.. sigh, Aah well we all need iron to complete our concrete jungles. Though i don't quite fancy my new house built with manhole covers in a new avtaar

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

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 :)

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.

Oh yeah!! For some reason R woke up at 6:30 am ...and went for a walk. I chose to sleep in since anytime before 8:00 am is unthinkable for me. R informs me that she wakes up early in the morning. Frankly she gets along with a lots less sleep than I do.
Anyways we tackle a heavy breakfast of chole bhature and poori. I love walking by these little places where they make em hot and fresh in the mornings. We decided to hike to lal tibba which is the highest point in Musoorie and offers a great view of the Himalayas. We set off enthusiastically and faltered slightly when we realised that it was a good 5 kms away and was uphill, everyone we met looked at us doubtfully. I'll admit neither of us looks very fit. We decided to walk anyways after being encouraged by a sweet lady who sells sweaters. She said very nonchalantly that it was hardly gonna matter and it'd take us 45 minutes. Onward we marched. the first half of the hike was mostly though the narrow streets and we were thankful to walk the distance since there were several traffic jams. Once we got past the most occupied area we started walking uphill. It was STEEP and we somehow kept going stopping every 5 minutes to catch our breaths. But the view on the way were totally worth it. We reached the chauraha where the road becomes a T junction with one side going to sister's bazaar and the other to lal tibba. onward we marched till be reached our first roadblock. The road was barricaded. We jumped over it and kept walking. The climb hence forth wasn't as steep so we could walk it easily while taking tonnes of photos. We finally reached what appeared to be the top when
R(yells): Is that the mountains
Me: No they are just clouds
R: No look it is mountains
Me: Wow it really is
I can be excused for the error since the snow peaked mountains where whiter than the clouds and they were actually rising above it.
there was an observation tower which was closed..but R and I had come too far to leave without a good view so we managed to jump a couple of gates and get to the top. My first break-in :)The view from there was totally worth it. I could only see mountains all around. It sure made me want to get closer to the Himalayas. That's where I am heading next. Our reverie was interrupted by a shrill yell demanding how we got up there. Alas the owners had arrived and were screaming since we climbed up :) quite understandable. We paid up for the observation tickets and were able to use binoculars to see Kedarnath, the tibetian border and gangotri too. We headed back down and went over to sister's bazaar where R and I met an very interesting lady who owns a handicraft store there. Her family owns most of the shops there and the Cinnamon rolls that they sell there is delicious. R and I headed back at the chauraha we treated ourselves to some yummy waffles.
our journey back down to the Mall area took us less than 30 minutes. We had lunch at tavern which was really good. We headed over for one last trip to camel back road which was a little disappointing. We managed to see the sunset there. After that one last stop to Casa Mia for some more yummy cakes.
We headed over to a bus station where we managed to find a taxi which was heading to dehradun. The ride down literally had us praying since the driver was probably being chased by demons. Everyone in the car was praying for their lives and controlling Nausea. I have never felt happier getting out of a car.
We checked into a hotel for the night and on checking the ticket found that the train left at 5 and not 6. Thus avoiding a catastrophe. I think henceforth R and I will be double checking all our departure times.
We made it to Delhi right on time and ate some more at wenger's :)
Most Memorable image: R's face at the platform after missing the train
Best food: Pasta at Clarke's
Favourite dessert: Rum cake at Casa mia
Best View: Lal tibba
Favourite Moment: Standing on top of the hillock near the Buddhist monastery and listening to the wind