Fate ..... or something like it.

Hmmmm ..... I am waiting ..... waiting to know what fate has in store for me ..... that is, if it does infact exist! Just like it did in Serendipity!

And for my first proof of fate's existence I need to wait for approx. 12 days more.

Will let you all know if it DOES exist or not!

PS: If you havn't followed the above lines .. that's okay .. you were not meant to understand them anyways.

If you DID understand what I have just been saying .. pls pls pls don't kill me!

Of men, professions and tequila.....

So one evening I was sitting at the pool side with a couple of girl friends I'd met after a long long time.
Amidst all the updates on each of us the conversation drifted towards .. yes that's right .. guys!
It all started with who was seeing who and where and how they'd met them and why in the world did they then break up?!

Anyway, my pal was thinking of various sorta-unconventional professions each of us would like our men(yes men .. NOT boys :P) to be in.
AND for some reason all IIT, IIM, MIT, Stanford, HBS (and the likes of these) grads were strictly ruled out.
So we came up with a small list of our own:


1. A struggling artist (they make a cute sight!)

2. An author (no comments)

3. A Clock/WatchMaker (I'm sure you won't mind if his business house happens to be a Tag Heuer or a Fossil ;))

4. A fashion designer (no more wardrobe problems although one can't guarantee no wardrobe malfunctions!)

5. An exotic chef/chef-cooking-exotic dishes in exotic places (:D yummy in the tummy!)

6. Dope peddlar (stoned already, eh?)

7. A bartender (shake, stir, shot, swirl?)

8. A masseur (aaahhhhh, oooohhhh, awesome!!)

9. Kiss-and-tell prof.(who has also authored a bestseller named "The Know-how/art of kissing" AND has workshops spread across the globe)

10. A pole dancer/stripper (anyone?)

Well .. that's all we could come up with before the conversation drifted away into yet another direction.

My personal favourite is a combination of two of the above:

A masseur by day and a bartender by night! ;)

Got anymore?

Caught in the act .. well .. almost! ;)

Every time I hear anyone say the phrase “birthday party” I am reminded of my childhood.
The word birthday brings back several memories but the choicest of the lot is the one associated with this one party that happened in Gwalior a long, long time ago.

We were 3rd graders then, my cousin and I. I had been packed off to Gwalior for the very first holiday on my own, where my chachu-chachi were residing at that time.
Early age to be holidaying around, don’t you think? Hehhe … but we had plenty of supervision over us so that we didn’t go astray. Damn!

However on one occasion we DID get away from the constant supervision of this maid my chachi had employed to look over us kids.

It was the first time we had ventured outside the house, unattended. It was also the first time we had ever gate-crashed a party! ;) :D

Of course we didn’t know that was what it was called!

It was this birthday party going on in the neighbourhood. We’d been seeing all the preparations being made since noon. Chachi was out to work as usual. So it was just the maid, my cuz (Neha) and I at home. We even gave her a hard time while she was trying to get us to take our usual siesta. But we simply refused to be put off to sleep. Not while we could see the house diagonally opposite to ours being decorated with balloons. (did I mention we used to luuuuuuurve balloons so much that we could die to have them!)

Anyway, it was around 5pm, our play time, and the maid was pretty tired as it is. She didn’t even take a second look at us when we popped in the kitchen to say that we were just going around the block.

Now, over the years we have learnt that in order to gatecrash and NOT get caught one must be dressed for the occasion. However we’ve never had any such problems as we’ve always been well dressed kids. :)
Hence it served doule purpose. We didn’t need to change, nor did anyone doubt our activities.

Exactly 5 minutes later we reached the targeted venue. The first thing we did was to make way towards the cake … funny how as kids we always know WHERE the cake’s going to be! :D

Anyway, we just went inside … looking our best … no one still doubting us.
There would be an occasional aunty/uncle pulling Neha’s or my own cheeks while uttering something as preposterous as “hai!!!!! Kitne cute bachhe hain!!!!!” (oh!!what cute kids!!)

So we were just about to near the aunty serving the yummy mountain of chocolat that lay before us. (I am leching already … albeit in my mind :( ;) )
And then it happened.

A hand pulled me back. And my cousin, who was in front of me, had a shocked look on her face. I turned to take a look at the “shocker” and it was … no not the maid but my dearest chachi.

No chance of getting the cake now! :|

A=cake aunty ;)
C=chachi

A: Oh hello Mrs.Tandon! How wonderful to see you! You look like you have just returned from work!
C: Yes indeed!

(me thinking … now toh we’re dead … no one can save us)
Shit … hum log itna darr gaye thhey uss din … and we thought ki ab daant padegi.

Still no sign of cake. :|

C to A: arrey the kids had left Pooja’s birthday gift at home. I saw them leaving without it and so came in to hand it over.

Are you gonna give us the f***** cake or not??! :x

C to me: you should’ve waited  for me beta … and how careless you kids are becoming day by day.

And then I remembered … we had actually been called for that party!
Imagine … gatecrashing a party you’ve been invited to! :| Dumb thing we forgot. The kid had just moved in. :|

Still leching at the cake.

A: arrey the gift isn’t running away … Mrs.Tandon please help yourself with the refreshments. You look tired and hungry! Meanwhile I will serve the kids with cake.

:D :D :D :D :D FINALLY!!!!! Our prayers were answered as we dug into the humongous pieces of cake we each got which I think was owing to the huge, fat package my aunt had brought in with her ;)

And yes, we DID meet Pooja and wished her … hogged, played, and danced … the works.
Overall, quite an interesting evening! ;)