December 20, 2015

The year it was, 2015!

I had missed this post last year, amidst some allergy breakouts ,confusions regarding relocation and new career opportunities. But, the year 2015 was so so happening that I have to give it a try to summarize every single thing I can recollect.

Such a summary (Am I talking like a smart ass wife of an MBA?) helps me to know myself a bit more, give myself that push to achieve more and spread happiness more. So here I go..

January: This month was crazy. I kept on thinking about a job opportunity knocking on the door.It was one of the biggest decision I had made last year, as it included our relocation back home- Mumbai. Apart from this going confusion my mom came to Pune to stay with us. The bad part about the stay (The good part- she was not at home alone as dad and brother both were out of town) appeared when her blood pressure shot beyond the highest limit. We had to take her to the hospital urgently and run through cardiograms, ECG and some other tests. I also posted this.By God's grace and prayers offered by so so many people her heart and other organs were not affected and she was just asked to adjust medicines for some time. My dad flew down to our place and once they were back home at Ahmedabad she was treated. The root cause was found and now she is doing well. Touch wood. I realized the value of loved ones more than ever in those two days. It also made me aware that I am super efficient when in crisis.

February: In February unlike January, I was in peaceful chaos. I had decided to relocate. I celebrated each of my office day with my friends! We kept on drinking cutting chai. We kept on discussing future plans. We did every thing fun possible in office! Yes.

March: I did not blog much in March. We decided to club a friend's wedding at Jaipur with a trip to Sariska - A place forgotten by human beings but remembered by animals, 'ghosts' and Club Mahindra! I loved Jaipur so much for its colours, history and food! Colours of Rajsthan can brighten up my life, every single time!I resigned after the trip to grow my inner 'kida' of getting into a start up! Our second set of parents (In laws)  and SIL visited us and we all three kids (?) of the family had a good time cooking and resting in the lovely colony. March also included four farewells my friends and colleagues threw up for me!

April:April was a month of big change for this April baby. I started working in Mumbai on the fool's day which is still the hot topic of teasing me in now-not-so-new office. My friends and Mr.ISB arranged for a lovely surprise party in Pune and for that I was pushed to be in Pune! Mr.ISB threw up big little surprises in the form of books, a chef knife set, a set of mortal and pastel.I worked from Pune for many days thanks to the support I got from office, which included those days without power which compelled me to spend my whole day at different cafeterias. Quite an experience for me who can not survive at a place for a long period of time but home. By the way I also started A to Z blogging challenge! 

May: I just talked on and on (on the blog) finishing at Z.

June: June was a different world. I was getting into the new job and roaming around Mumbai like crazy. June brought knowledge of transportation/roads of this lovely city. I had to cancel an all female's Goa trip but got a gift of a Pondicherry trip from Mr.ISB. Ah, wait! Did I say we celebrated our first year of marriage there, eating delicious (Understatement) french food in cute cafes of Pondicherry, walking for miles together and not sticking to any time line? I wanted to blog about those memories but some how could not! (Shameful!) I started missing cooking here and later stopped doing it.

July: I was in love with my new work suddenly. The office was my another home. July was peaceful in a way and tiresome in a way. I was ignoring my health but settling down was a priority. Monsoons were dull and so was the life. Without Mr.ISB and rains.

August: August was no different than July but I was slowly getting into the groove. I witnessed a super awesome musical night with the family sans Mr.ISB. Some new singers who just turned the boring atmosphere around me in to the nostalgic one.

September: The most exciting month it turned out to be with our adventurous trip to Spiti Valley!
I grew wiser, thanks to this vacation! I can not describe the untouched beauty of this Himalayan Valley. After ages I had managed to spend my vacation with my bro-buddy (and husband and SIL together!) Life was on cloud 9 there, literally.

October: My Singapore room mate decided to fulfill her (forcefully taken?) promise of writing a guest post on the blog! She blabbered and people praised. and I loved it too! Mr.ISB also got inspired and wrote a guest post for me which never got posted due to several debatable reasons! :D
I also decided to help my buddies in the mammoth task of selecting a birthday gift for me six months in advance! :D I also took up my hobby of applying Mehendi to another level and created designs on my hand on four occasions.

November: November was relaxed and festive. I enjoyed every bit of Diwali preparations and celebrations. A whole week to spend with Mr.ISB was a luxury! Also, he got a good job offer from a company from Mumbai which made it the best month of the year?

December: My Frock buddy N got married and how! I started flaunting my sarees I got as wedding gifts, finally! The Ahmedabad trip with Mr.ISB was a blast. After ages I could spend my parent's anniversary day with them! Also the biggest reason to celebrate happened. Mr.ISB moved back home! :) :) My Masi from Canada came to Mumbai for a wedding and my parents are visiting us as well. I hope I can add a lot here before this year ends! :)

So, How was your 2015?

Mine was full of excitements, upturns, downturns and four major trips! :)

December 18, 2015

That Weirdo Girl

Yours truly. Bubblegum. A weirdo of the highest order. How?

  • I love Orange juice and can drink liters of it after dinner too. Tropicana 100%? Even better.
  • I hate the sensation which gets created in my body if I see some one scratching the wall with nails or even with a cutter or the key. It kills me.
  • I can get high on water if with Frock buddy N. It has happened millions of time before. 
  • I disapproved even a drop of alcohol in the system. It was a taboo for me. I have opened some doors of my mind and I enjoy Mojito and Sangria now :D 
  • I hate Rasgulla and Jalebi. I do not like Gulab jamun as well. In short, any sweet with Sugar syrup turns me off. 
  • Wet towels on beds, paper chits on the floor and open cupboards irritate me. Almost an OCD.
  • I love sandals, boots and heals. I rarely have all of them in functional state. I stick to a sandal or a shoes every day,which induces comfort zone in me and I never buy other stuff which I otherwise adore. If you can get, what I mean.
  • I hate Gold. Due to the sheer craze of owning gold stuff and multiplying its value. Due to the madness and thus heart burns it brings to a joined family. Due to the risk it brings to me when I wear them. Due to mothers and aunties who judges a bride/a lady on the basis of Gold she is wearing in the wedding or other occasions. I hate it on men. 
  • I love stones. :D Don't stare. I do not like Gold but I love stones. 
  • I love gadgets. I am very possessive about each of them, at the risk of appearing stubborn and selfish. If I share some of my gadgets with you, even for an hour - You are lucky.
  • I was a toddler whose eyes never got kohl'ed thanks to my doctor Grand father who doubted this tradition since very beginning and also solved cases where toddler eyes were infected due to application of  home made kohl. I think this was quite ahead of  time and a bit weird to appear non-kohl'ed among a bunch of kids.
  • I was a pre-matured baby who survived on butter milk and not milk for many years.
  • In my teens I wore six pocket pants with ten something things in those pockets. Exactly the age when girls would start learning how to apply make up and appear beautiful. Sheesh.
  • I do not believe in religions but culture. 
  • I do count books I read. It just destroys the fun. I actually can't. 
  • I am not a Shahrukh/ Amitabh/ Any Hollywood actor fan. Not even Hrithik Roshan. 
  • I do not like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Yeah,whack me. 
  • I secretly loved History and Languages in the school. So much that always finished reading them before the first day of the new school year.
  • I am punctual. So much that I start developing judgments about people who do not hit the time line. Even worst, make me wait. 
  • I love Panipuris. I crave for mom made ones. So she knows whenever I come to Ahmedabad two meals would be Panipuris. Over the period of time some how I have stopped indulging into them for some reasons. May be I need a good company and a relaxed state of mind to enjoy the best food dish India collectively has produced. 
  • I love root vegetables. Not potatoes but sweet potatoes, yam, water chest nuts, radish, carrots,garlic, 'Kand' etc. Just steam them with Chaat Masala on them or eat them raw if you can. Some believe I have gone nuts when I eat Beet roots without boiling them. 
Are you a weirdo too, like me?

December 15, 2015

Big Fours

  1. Mr.ISB has moved to Mumbai for the good!
  2. Mr.ISB has moved to Mumbai for the good!
  3. Mr.ISB has moved to Mumbai for the good!
  4. Mr.ISB has moved to Mumbai for the good!
Yeah, pinch me and it is a fact. He is back and so we are finally in Mumbai with a good career prospect for both of us. Above all, with our family. We are famous five now here. If I was into maths I would have described in situation as {(Bubblegum, Mr.ISB) U (MIL,FIL,SIL)}.

It was the biggest ever relocation I have made, among thirteen house shifting tasks I have experienced in last four years. Most likely to be the last of lasts. Who knows! 

Otherwise life is quite exciting. Cold, fever, injury, weddings and office. With four major functions to go, I would like to stop writing for now.

I am busy in dancing on the tunes of 'Mera Piya Ghar Aya', of course virtually.

How have you been guys?

December 8, 2015

To frock buddy N

You got married. It is unbelievable. In fact, it is almost paradoxical! :D

It was one of the few weddings the first wedding which I attended super closely, not one but all functions. (How I wished I could have been there for every single thing in which you got involved!) It was almost an experience only a sister can get. Your wedding, for me was re-living my life. Almost twenty six years of our lives!

Rushing to your place on the very first day of my trip (After missing your Mehendi) with wet henna on both my hands, with the help of Mr.ISB was predictable. But, going to my old home beside your home with you and Mr.ISB was something I did not predict. It was like entering back into our childhood. Being in the same old hall, flipping through kids' literature. I hope your relatives did not notice the bride running away to be with the childhood friend for as silly as visiting old home of hers!

I have been eyeing on some gorgeous sarees to flaunt in all functions but I realized the Mandap would leave me messy if I would drape any of them. I easily slipped into my Anarkali and got ready to enjoy the most awaited wedding of my life, even before mine - I had planned to enjoy yours, remember? Right from running to the parlor with you, with my limited fashion sense helping you to decide your hair style and make up - one of the most serious suggestions I have ever made for you in my life. (Talk about being younger to your best friend!)

Your Haldi and the tradiational garbas on the tunes of the Dhols! That too after hogging on the delicious Kathiyawadi food along with a few liters of Chhash! It was 'a dream best friend's wedding' - if something like that ever existed in the world.

The wedding day of course stored more fun for me and frustration as well for both of us. Running after ornaments and flowers for your wedding wear with the driver was something I had missed during my wedding and believe me - doing it for the best friend is very very fulfilling. Seeing you dressed up in the bridal wear was not fun, but we being confused about the beautiful 'Pir' patterns/ Nath options was fun. (Yeah, you can kill me for calling it 'Fun'!)

Dancing in your Baarat, stealing Jutas and giving them back, managing your stress (And Didi's stress for you), managing your chunari, throwing flowers on people who threw flowers on you during pheras (Yes, I was worried about your look and your eyes both!), even receiving guests.  - each and every thing was beautiful. I do not exactly remember how many people I met from our lives - school, college, family members, offices. I only realized the fact that our lives and our childhood days can not be separated. Ever.

It was fun to pose with 'The married you'. It was fun all the way. It was super tiresome but in a brilliant way.

It was the sense of satisfaction of seeing a best friend sister getting married.

I wish we be the same. I wish we do not become too mature to miss the fun we always have in life!

(Of course I wish A can handle you just like how Mr.ISB manages me! :D )