tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34769202645542472102024-02-02T16:25:59.140-08:00Green GulaboGulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-67693559666468016452010-12-03T01:42:00.001-08:002010-12-03T01:44:53.806-08:00Win super MAC products of your OWN choice<div dir="ltr"><br />
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<div dir="ltr">Here's another giveaway for the ladies to look forward to.Srishti of <a href="http://stylefashionetc.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Style Fashion Etc</a> is hosting a giveaway of<br />
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</div>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-19707644950653839452010-11-29T13:01:00.000-08:002010-11-29T13:01:25.970-08:00Cool new gadget you want?It's a little weird that I mostly end up writing whenever there's a giveaway which I can't help since I have been busy and it's better that I stay off internet.However,when goodies like Sony phone are up for grab for FREE you make sure that an effort is made to grab them.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoUUWOsKECckfuLTsvEZSHLFsHJqR6gk-i8LFT0mybxQEsD9csVThG1krt_NyoeDyMkcY85z7icFnT4f0OpqrxEPPoiVxmcTaybTw_eV0rdAuycdvL-jf_33erdqVCkTgGjOAaBxJHoI_Y/s1600/SE+X8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoUUWOsKECckfuLTsvEZSHLFsHJqR6gk-i8LFT0mybxQEsD9csVThG1krt_NyoeDyMkcY85z7icFnT4f0OpqrxEPPoiVxmcTaybTw_eV0rdAuycdvL-jf_33erdqVCkTgGjOAaBxJHoI_Y/s320/SE+X8.jpg" width="152" /></a></div>Presenting ladies and gentlemen,Shreya of <a href="http://fortheloveoffashionandotherthings.blogspot.com/">For The Love Of Fashion And Other Things</a> with her <a href="http://fortheloveoffashionandotherthings.blogspot.com/2010/11/big-fat-sony-ericsson-giveaway.html">great giveaway</a> of none other than a <a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/cws/products/mobilephones/overview/xperiax8?cc=in&lc=en&cid=sem_X8_IN_20101011">SONY Xperia X8</a> with first of it's kind a human curvature design that fits snugly in your palm.It's compact,has a three inch screen,a 3.2mp camera,touchscreen and all Google features,available in shiny white and dark blue Sony Xperia X8 is Android 2.1 enabled.All you have to do is comment on the blog post as why must you win it.Simple, right?Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-51034547584621636492010-10-30T01:51:00.000-07:002010-10-30T01:57:07.054-07:00Dispelling the Vitamin C myth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIl_B6R52Jy1tX_whlH0X5v9BvWJhuEbyMXJ5vn60PGi-C3CGs1UPQ2eFFL4Zi92p-cDzgzAzJAvXOqk2_ZwMWvjFhZR9UwDcG0CBEh2JVouzx6lm8htKo0D6OisT9j7zDu6JZ4K_Fvsj/s1600/common+cold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIl_B6R52Jy1tX_whlH0X5v9BvWJhuEbyMXJ5vn60PGi-C3CGs1UPQ2eFFL4Zi92p-cDzgzAzJAvXOqk2_ZwMWvjFhZR9UwDcG0CBEh2JVouzx6lm8htKo0D6OisT9j7zDu6JZ4K_Fvsj/s320/common+cold.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">It all starts with a scratch like feeling in your throat,like somebody sandpapered it and now,you're left with soreness.You see it coming and abhor it.You know what's going to follow.It's a ritual for most of us.Soreness,blocked nose,runny watering eyes,snuffles and the mother of all-a heavy head!Colloquially,it's called the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"><strong style="line-height: 16px;"> Common cold</strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">.Common,I understand but cold I do not.I have known many people(including myself) to suffer from it even in the scorching heat.But let's not go in the semantics.</span><br />
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<div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br style="line-height: 16px;" /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The things is,India being India where everybody is adept at imparting <em style="line-height: 16px;">gyaan</em> will tell you every possible home remedy to cure it.Good for me because when it comes to cold I am all for <em style="line-height: 16px;">adrak wali chai</em>,<em style="line-height: 16px;">kadhi</em>,honey and clove and the rest.While I don't mind the dos it's the <em style="line-height: 16px;">dont's </em>which I don't mostly agree with.The don'ts like,orange?No way,they cause cold.Custard apple?Are you nuts and that too at night?No,avoid sweet lime and lemon.Also,tamarind,guava-<em style="line-height: 16px;">gala lag jayega</em>!!</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But being being me,I painstakingly explain <em style="line-height: 16px;">each</em> time how these savoury fruits and vegetables are rich in Vitamin C and anti oxidants and help in body's defence against infections.That they must be consumed especially if you have a cold.So,I work on my favourite recipe,making a piping hot,tamarind enriched,replete with a dozen tomatoes,flavoured with generous helpings of garlic and ginger pods-<em style="line-height: 16px;">rasam</em>.I do get advised against that by some because it has,you know,tamarind which could lead to <em style="line-height: 16px;">gala lagna</em>.I proceed nevertheless.Taking in the rich aroma while I stir the ingredients and feel the fumes going right up my pharynx via my nose,soothing it.And just before I am ready to consume it,I sprinkle lemon juice in it.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br style="line-height: 16px;" /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's the moment when that tangy <em style="line-height: 16px;">rasam</em> touches the back of your throat making its way through the hard and soft palate and you can taste mustard that world is going to be alright,that there is going to be no heavy head and no blockade.Not just that,I end up gorging on every citrus fruit and to annoy some especially at night ;).It works though,really!And let me share my secret quirk with you.I drink cold water,sometimes even have an ice cream during a bout a cold.Yes,the warm liquids do sooth the throat mucosa,providing relief against pain the cold works for me!Something on the line of <em style="line-height: 16px;">loha hi lohe ko kat ta hai</em> *chuchkle*.There is no scientific basis to that(and certainly none that I know of) but I take it as the cold compression which in many cases relives the oedema and inflammation.I strongly advise you against it though-Do as the doctor says,not what the doctor does.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br style="line-height: 16px;" /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And all said and done I do pop in my favourite orange antibiotics and anti inflammatories.</span></span></div><div><br />
</div>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-89174393980927704902010-10-10T13:32:00.000-07:002010-10-11T06:26:58.688-07:00This must be the season of giveawaysI can't rave enough about the girl,Mehak from Peaches and Blush I mean.I got my first sort-of-giveaway via her blog and now she is doing the same on hitting a century on followers.Firstly,congratulations girl and many more centuries to follow!And she's got a battery of makeup products for the celebrations to give away(though there are rules to follow).Let's makes things simpler.Just visit her <a href="http://www.peachesandblush.com/2010/10/100-follower-giveaway.html">post on the giveaway here </a>and fill out the form.<br />
Here,I am done!Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-16421343622739366322010-10-06T10:10:00.001-07:002010-10-06T10:10:11.086-07:00It SO pays to take part in giveaways and contestI wasn't huge on participating in random internet competitions but then I won.I WON!!I am so excited,I can't even begin to tell you.I mean,would you believe I won?!Today,when I logged on my facebook,the first item on my feed said that I had won this quiz hosted by Clean Start by Dermatologica!This is by far,one of the best things that has happened to me in the past few days.<br />
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And I owe this to the lady behind the super blog-<a href="http://www.peachesandblush.com/">Peaches and Blush</a>.I used to follow her blog via Google reader where she spoke of <a href="http://www.peachesandblush.com/2010/09/win-chance-to-be-clean-start-ambassador.html#comment-form">this contest</a> and just like that I participated.Of course,I got all my answers right ;) and hey!there they told me today that I get to sample their goodies.Seriously,I am so bummed about it that it's even difficult to write a proper blog post today.Just go have a look on their <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mumbai-India/Clean-Start-by-Dermalogica-India/219388027723?ref=ts">Facebook page</a> and keep participating in everything that comes your way because now I know Lady Luck does smile sometimes!Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-14463004001912812282010-09-28T03:49:00.000-07:002010-09-28T12:16:48.738-07:00Street Style gives away their styleThere!If you love these guys as much as I do and wouldn't mind rigging their piece of style(all legal albeit) then here's a chance for you :).These pretty ladies are hosting a give away of two very fabulous Vintage Waferers.All you have to do is hop on to their blog<a href="http://streetstyleindia.blogspot.com/2010/09/giveaway-time.html"> here</a> and PARTICIPATE.And they have a splendid <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Street-Style/264211326027?ref=ts">Facebook page</a> too.Wish life was <i>that </i>easier as well!<br />
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I am telling you ,take my word,the girls there have none-too-complicated easy chic style.Very wearable!Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-52621985830188214602010-09-04T11:11:00.000-07:002010-09-04T11:11:40.553-07:00I always loved a teacher who gave more than homework to take home<div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">If I had to credit all that I am and have today, it would undoubtedly,have to be my teachers.Beginning right from my parents who taught me how to talk,walk and the basic education I have a long list of teachers who have left a lasting impression on my life and thinking.Of course it's not possible to name all of them but you get the idea,right? Many times I said thanks,at times I must have missed it or been shy to express all the world's gratitude which I have truly experienced.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I had the sweetest teachers in primary school who made sure our naive minds were dealt with as delicately as possible.Middle school saw them becoming a little stern with just the right amount of leniency.I love how our teachers told how important it is to study and play.I love how they scolded us when we got distracted and were getting out of the league and I miss how they pushed us go out smell the flowers and feel the sunshine when we overburdened ourselves with books.I shall forever be grateful to them making everything so balanced for us which without such mentors we would have missed.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I have learnt the art of being professional without losing the touch of compassion from my teachers.I learnt all the knowledge that I have today from them.I have learned the intricacies of human interaction from them and each time that I doubted my capabilities they were always there to make me realise what all is left to be achieved and <em>can</em> be achieved.I have learnt some of my favourite quotations from them.They were the catalysts.And then,there are the <em>non-institutional</em> teachers-people who inspired me,who always gave me some food for thought,made sure I keep going ahead.They all contributed to my learning experience.And here I must even mention those who taught me the importance of taking things lightly,sleeping a little tightly,of letting go,having a good laugh,in every way enriching me in their own ways.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Thank you dear teacher for being <strong>YOU</strong>.</div>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-87075287679092103652010-04-18T09:59:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.161-07:00Being a normal sleeper<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Honestly,I feel like writing so many times,especially when I want a perspective on things.I like doing that,asking for people's opinion,what they think about a certain thing.I often end up getting views and possibilities that I couldn't have thought of,or didn't anyway and that gives a whole new dimension to most things.But the problem with blogging is,the best thoughts(<i>blogworthy</i></span><i><span class="blogworthy</span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">at least</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">) come to me just before I am about to sleep.Now,who really has the energy to switch on the laptop and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">type</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> when you could just forget everything and GO TO SLEEP.Ah!the sweet slumber.</span></span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br /></span> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br /></span> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G80L8W-m7uRwl0MPvo1unr2zezkv0Zy_ATEcIymHCedExP6pxmZR99M0edsDnwG1uUIeduCVgvFYOIrGyibcPemC1H58DjUx5wllUsugg3XAn5iNtioMxWAqLxS92Nl_qcAOPauOMjDx/s1600/sleeping+cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G80L8W-m7uRwl0MPvo1unr2zezkv0Zy_ATEcIymHCedExP6pxmZR99M0edsDnwG1uUIeduCVgvFYOIrGyibcPemC1H58DjUx5wllUsugg3XAn5iNtioMxWAqLxS92Nl_qcAOPauOMjDx/s320/sleeping+cat.jpg" width="212" /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">I am such a fan of sleeping,more so,because I have had a reverse sleep cycle since almost three years.How I managed,just don't ask!I tried so hard to get back to normalcy and behave like </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">normal human beings.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Nothing worked for me.I would sleep till late noon and then go to sleep early in the morning earning much criticism.And then one fine day(actually,just a few days back) woooopie!(insert a certain </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Sarabhai</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> here :D) it happened.I felt extremely sleepy around midnight and woke up fresh in the </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">MORNING.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Slept at midnight and woke up in the morning.Slept at midnight and woke up in the morning.You see that?It was such a HUGE deal for me.Makes me wonder if things are really in our hands or are we just puppets?I mean,here I was practicing sleep hygiene and what not all the time and couldn't have a normal,socially acceptable circadian rhythm,inducing melatonin production with tryptophan to sleep on time,getting enough sunlight to tell me lazy weird brain that it IS morning now,but BUT.NOTHING.WORKED.(Do I sound like one of those whiny sad people from Telebrands?)And snap!just like that it worked.I have no idea how.I think it was<b> Divine Intervention</b>.Divinity was finally satisfied that I needed an intervention....I so needed it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br /></span> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br /></span> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Why was I trying so badly all this while?I guess,that's where I was behaving like a human.Trying,not giving up,bringing the Super power into believing how badly this was affecting me and that it was high time,some good happened to my sleep cycle.Not that my circadian rhythm is the only issue.There are more pressing,bigger problems.However,I am just happy at least </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">something</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> worked out for now.Funny,that I was planning to write an entirely different thing and all I wrote about was my sleeping patterns.But hey,I got a post to write :).</span></span></span></div>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-28050585130524292732009-10-28T05:25:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.187-07:00There will be home coming<div dir="ltr">I will be back,hopefully soon.<br>When I have words,thoughts,action and stories.<br>I will be back soon.<br></div> Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-58163147543564275412009-10-03T08:23:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.199-07:00Sleeping in the libraryFriend:So how's <i>padhai</i> going.<br />Me:Yewah,okay.What about you?<br />Friend:Hmmm same here.<br />(nonchalance everywhere I tell you!)<br />Me:So what's it like in the Capital(She is preparing in Delhi)?Do people study a lot there?<br />Friend:Well,one of my friend even sleeps in the libaray!!Doesn't talk to anyone and is completely shut off from the world!<br />Me:**Dies and goes to hell**<br /><br />There was no reason to not believe what she just told me.I for once did not have even an iota of doubt to what she had stated.This was no exaggeration.It's a maniacal frenzy and I want to be mad too!Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-32940705961902826662009-09-30T02:09:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.214-07:00Words are all I haveThat's what I like about blogging.<br /><br />There are no rules.<br /><br />There are no set parameters.<br /><br />There is no format.<br /><br />There is no compulsion.<br /><br />No word limit.<br /><br />No dictatorship.<br /><br />No editorial hassles(hmm fine,you <i>might</i> want to work on that one for your own good).<br /><br />You can write when you please and then take a LOOOOOOOOONG break.<br /><br />No answerability,no accountibility.<br /><br />It's FREE!!<br /><br />It could be anything from an online journal,to a travel diary,a food guide perhaps?Or a space to vent out.Scratch the soul.Political opinions.<br /><br />Thank God for the wonderful technology.<br /><br />You could even let it pass when you want to write but have nothing <i>significant</i> to write about.No big deal.<br /><br />Posts like these also work!Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-64443818493238558732009-09-29T09:19:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.232-07:00Kundli mile na mile,blood group zarur milna chahiye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPC6T2rENLcaQjfQ0WySMg0y9SOtnpFj3I11CPB440IMxrXgL77OVh778Y2nhMIESkLJPfb9KMJOrRZCWu0pyhwQrWSXFratd0IWWnk7TD6U7PDXgAJzJi33e8qy9by1Spw5GbLwZEhfD/s1600-h/Thalassemia_Ad_by_chronicless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPC6T2rENLcaQjfQ0WySMg0y9SOtnpFj3I11CPB440IMxrXgL77OVh778Y2nhMIESkLJPfb9KMJOrRZCWu0pyhwQrWSXFratd0IWWnk7TD6U7PDXgAJzJi33e8qy9by1Spw5GbLwZEhfD/s400/Thalassemia_Ad_by_chronicless.jpg" /></a><br /></div>We are going to call her <i>Mrs.Housewife</i>(abbreviated to mhw)because well,yes she is!A friend of mine since teenage.It's been almost a decade and we are touch wood,quite thick still.We talk on the phone,share our concerns and problems and meet up whenever she is in town.I,for one, always had(have) an immense respect for housewives so you see calling her <i>mhw</i> is in no way belittling her existence.But this post isn't about a housewife(though I admit I might straggle in that zone too) or about our friendship(which I absolutely heart),it's about a disease that she had called me up to ask about-a heamoglobinopathy to be exact which loosely explained is a disorder afflicting the RBC and making them less useful for their function.Depending upon the degree of ill-health a patient could lead his life from anywhere normal to requiring blood transfusion every month and suffering from hoards of infections.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Apparently,someone in her family had beta-thalassemia,thankfully,though a minor form.I couldn't resist asking her if someone else had the same disease.And yes,like I had expected others too suffered the same pathos,two of them being a couple and so,<i>their</i> child had thallesemia major with a need for blood transfusion every month!This was the first time I realized how not matching of blood groups before marriage can lead to such gory consequences later as my Zoology teacher would put in during coaching,<i>"Kundli mile na mile,blood group zaroor milna chahiye"</i>.Being fed on a diet of pure conventions,I didn't honour the pearls of wisdom much then although years of colleging did change that.I agonised that whilst matching horoscopes <i>might</i> be imperative,blood matching couldn't be overemphasized either in the welfare of the would-be mother and the child who would sometime in future eventually enter the world.<br /><br /><br />Remember that scene from the movie<b> Salaam Namaste</b> where the female protagonist, Priety Zinta requests Saif Ali Khan to undergo a blood test in order to ensure that he is negative for thalassemia failing which their child could have thalassemia major as the <i>heroine </i>herself had minor form of the disease,exactly what I mean!Pardon me dear reader,writing the entire pathophysiology of the disease would be a little out of scope but you could check it <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thalassemia">here</a>.Hey and doesn't this post makes total sense in lieu of all the hype over the movie <b>What's your rashee</b> these days(I am yet to watch it but I gather that it's all about astrological compatibility).Talk of perfect timings *chuckles*!Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-68220072289701801082009-09-26T11:01:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.252-07:00Hhhhhhhhh.....Honestly,I didn't hate you as such but then I didn't love you either.I saw no reason why girls should swoon over you like a mad gushing bunch.You physique never really quivered me.You meant nothing.Your existence was of no standing value to me.Apparently,you were just a blue eyed poster boy.Till today.Till a few minutes back.Now,I am in love with you.You gave me that motivation amidst all the pulling back,all the lows.You <i>just </i>inspired me.There is nothing called impossible,you reinstigated that belief in me,for,somewhere it was all becoming fuzzy and forgotten.Shortcomings had taken over the strengths.They were almost on their way to victory defeating the will.But you showed me the way out.<br /><br />You stammered,you still do you admitted.A disability not life hampering in an exceedingly large way but causing enough mental anguish nevertheless.I can't imagine what a difficult childhood you must have had.Oh!the boys at school would snigger and you would flunk the orals.Could you participate in the elocution and read fluently the chapters in class.Not a chance.You would walk with your head down and became painfully shy.<br /><br />We only see what you are today,we didn't know you practice for an hour each day so you wouldn't falter under our scanning eyes.And I almost forgot about that back problem of yours-scoliosis.I feel a little backache today and I sat all day long pilling on muscle relaxants.You made me forget the little ache which I think was <i>too</i> much for me.Scoliosis, really?If you could manage that what is my pain!!With that gangly matchstick body,a mammoth effort to even utter words and a physical pain you triumphed.You did it!!With all those larger-than-life roles,speaking impeccable <i>Urdu</i> in long sentences you won our hearts!You are a Hero,thank you Mr.Hritik Roshan(and I am amazed how unmanageable it must have been to even speak your own name,an important part of your identity,like you told us you stammer most with the <i>silent</i> alphabets like "H" and other explosive words like "P").Hats off to you.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpchhFlF9JlYFxRgm5l73mit4mQu5Iao6_QBP1lbrME6ZVTJA5jDFLv4j2lznIK2RpLV1LhFkpuG_YZSBT6sk_7MViwA5b4yuhzrS5gVZ0ubJx4fdPW_GRxx27PiJWDSCxg0lFB0CYtcuf/s1600-h/tere-mere-beach-mein007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpchhFlF9JlYFxRgm5l73mit4mQu5Iao6_QBP1lbrME6ZVTJA5jDFLv4j2lznIK2RpLV1LhFkpuG_YZSBT6sk_7MViwA5b4yuhzrS5gVZ0ubJx4fdPW_GRxx27PiJWDSCxg0lFB0CYtcuf/s200/tere-mere-beach-mein007.jpg" /></a><br /></div>I am not a great fan of <i>Celebrity Talk Shows </i>usually but <i>Tere Mere Beech Mein</i> by Farah Khan is OUTSTANDING!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZIsQCH4kvs">Go watch it</a> to understand the power of today's episodes.<br /><br /><i>Takhliya</i>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-61917962728707131172009-09-25T04:52:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.266-07:00It would still kill<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The glass was broken</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It slipped off hand </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>There were consolations and assauges</i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They didn't help</i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Because,ultimately </i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The glass lay on the floor shattered</i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The pieces would injure and cause to bleed </i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>And no amount of commiserations would ever help that.</i><br /></div>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-33492831890147014432009-09-21T04:52:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.277-07:00The Weakest Link<i>Status:Ranting </i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP82EPm6exDJhXqESzfmeiIfc9UIQLUvBfyl15atmXm0Vqta4tDGQye-XK0TTD5jio_JFSNUwPV_qN0DWLiHRhRMmDUbRwOw0xH8cwxaw6dGsxgsEyFNaWlod9dWyy6X9PF0iuwi3maUS6/s1600-h/Scold_by_tranquil_acoustics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP82EPm6exDJhXqESzfmeiIfc9UIQLUvBfyl15atmXm0Vqta4tDGQye-XK0TTD5jio_JFSNUwPV_qN0DWLiHRhRMmDUbRwOw0xH8cwxaw6dGsxgsEyFNaWlod9dWyy6X9PF0iuwi3maUS6/s320/Scold_by_tranquil_acoustics.jpg" /></a><br /></div>I often fail to realize why do some people criticize so much,not about the system,amenities or such worldly pursuits but people.Constant chiding leads to a complete break down of a person's confidence and the ever vulnerable self-esteem.A little unfavourable judgment can be bearable and constructive but when it is not balanced with some sort of appreciation and acceptance,it can be disastrous!This is not to say of the mortals who are born just for this job and would never let go of an opportunity to say negative things about anyone but of those who matter to us and to whom we mean something as well.And since <i>their</i> opinion counts if it is disconfirming all the time it zaps us of all the goodwill we thought we possessed.It pushes us deep in that dungeon of guilt like we didn't have enough baggages already. <br /><br />I don't say that impressions must never be expressed.They should be,nothing must ever bottle up.But yes,if something unpalatable has been spoken of a person and the soul in consideration accepts his mistake it shouldn't be the <i>only </i>thing ever told.Little appreciation when not in foul mood can wipe off most distraught accusations made in a fit of rage or so I believe.Why is it always so difficult to speak positively?Why do we unremittingly feel the urge to say that which is evil but think our minds can be scanned for what good we feel in our hearts?And to quote Carrie Bradshaw <i>"Why is it is <b>easy</b> to believe the bad reviews and not the good ones"</i>?Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-8705646596301579612009-09-19T06:56:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.290-07:00Do you WRITE<div dir="ltr"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifJijYJy9OqjB6UpnjY0t9nNdwoB8dEdx43DHRu_PKOFO5Ugs2gfvqkLHE_OX9l-j_pFZkLmsiPSVp2Jn7AQypQexhTCDP8G1HII4yp2I724fzm2Fu9kMtlZZtYFe77UWWpstlmojblXf2/s1600-h/The_Pen_is_Mightier_by_symars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifJijYJy9OqjB6UpnjY0t9nNdwoB8dEdx43DHRu_PKOFO5Ugs2gfvqkLHE_OX9l-j_pFZkLmsiPSVp2Jn7AQypQexhTCDP8G1HII4yp2I724fzm2Fu9kMtlZZtYFe77UWWpstlmojblXf2/s320/The_Pen_is_Mightier_by_symars.jpg" /></a><br /></div>I have realized that I can't <i>write</i> much these days,my <i>handwriting speed </i>has slowed down like a crashed PC.Once upon a time which wasn't as eons ago as it sounds I could write at the speed of lightening at the risk of sounding like exaggerating,using multiple coloured pens taking down the notes which would pass for a proper fair work.That was in college where note taking was important and helped much during exams for revision.Though I still use pencils to underline important points,but writing something like a full paper nope.Yesterday,I had to write an application and yeah,just like that I found it exceedingly boring to write with a pen on a paper.Finally flustered I thought wth!I'll just type it and then take a print out,pretty much convenient.It's always about EASE these days in everything.Do whatever you find <i>easy</i>,nothing fancy and elaborate.Do it like snap!and its done.<br /><br />I remember collecting pens and dancing each time a got a new fountain pen.More the merrier,though my father would always question the logic behind many pens.His idea was keep the one which gave you the best writing or let me rephrase,always write with the one that suited your fingers.I LOVED the <i>pilotpen</i> but dad wouldn't see them while I was young,it <i>had</i> to be fountain,they formed the best writing he would order!There was this joy about holding your pen dexterously between your thumb,index and the middle finger like it was an art.I'd observe people with beautiful handwriting and see if how they held their pen and which one they used.You could even find about a person's traits by looking at their handwriting-cramped,spaced out,large loops,cursive,terse.stylish or as many as you can think of.Invariably,best friends would subconsciously try to mingle others style with their own.I noticed this amongst many BFF or somehow you'd try to copy the handwriting of the person you idolized(<i>z</i> and <i>s </i>confuse me thoroughly,or is it do to with this <i>British</i> versus <i>American </i>English?) blindly.Well I did!<br /><br />And then I graduated from fountain to pilot to finally the <i>ballpen</i>.They were easy to find anywhere and you could write SO fast with them.They came cheap and there was no need to buy ink for them.Just plain<i> refills.</i>Of course,by now I had a decent legible hand writing(will it by tradition make for bad prescriptions?)Aah!but they give out printed directions these days!<br /></div>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-45404224574410266602009-09-10T05:38:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.321-07:00It poured cats and dogs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://twitpic.com/h2k8t" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Finally some "torrential" rainfall,picture taken off my cell ... on Twitpic"><img alt="Finally some "torrential" rainfall,picture taken off my cell ... on Twitpic" height="200" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/h2k8t.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><i>(PS:If you click on the picture you'll be directed to <b>twitpic</b> where you can see a much sharper and larger image)</i> <br />Well,it rained quite a bit for almost twenty hours.I took this picture somewhere in the evening yesterday when it was still raining while we satisfied our taste buds with hot <i>pakoras</i> and tea!It wouldn't stop pouring and everything looked fresh and washed,much needed.The photo is not very sharp because what can you really expect off a 2mp Nokia cell phone camera but does the needful anyway!!Time to celebrate-who says there has to be some REALLY grand reasone.This is a reason enough.I LOVE rains.<br /><br />Whilst our city is still below the optimum mark of water level something is better than nothing,elsewhere though it's almost flooding.Like the Marble city where I went for my college.I am told rivulets had formed in every lane and I suddenly started missing my old,rumbling roof leaking hostel "cubicle".That's the problem with most of us.Nostalgia is sweet but if we made an effort,present could be sweeter**sigh**.<br /><br /> Anyhow,it's not bad either that we've been having these small mercies for the lovely grey,thick cloud laden weather and colourful blossoms.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" 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to face a new day and the challenges it brings not without its share of uncertainty.The way we yawn and stretch our limbs and then again go back to that sweet baby pose and keep snoozing,till something scares us(huh!late for college,office,geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet up).But there is something always calming about mornings(that is if you wake up early ;)) and soaking up in the just right sunshine,leaving you feeling all warm and energized(of course it has a scientific connotation) and preparing you to arm yourself with all your confidence and resources and move ahead.<br /><br />But which morning ever be complete without a dose of coffee or tea.The hot brewing elixir for most of us.The aroma filling the kitchen mixed with an exquisite warm light while we force ourselves in some sort of <i>yoga </i>poses to get the blood thumping in our lazy bodies while we were busy sleeping!<br /><br />Perfect days and perfect mornings if you catch them.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input 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wishing it would rain.Whilst it's not supposed to rain during this<i> shradh</i> period,some more water is much needed for the farmers so their crops wouldn't suffer and us,so we can use it in plenty for consumption viz drinking,bathing and filling our coolers with it the next summer(and if I am lucky enough,I'll be away away away).I remember(not that it has been very long) how we had had an acute shortage of water this summer and we had to bear the heat all the time because there wasn't enough water for our coolers,making us terribly uncomfortable.Thankfully though it rained much better that the last year.Last year water shortage reminded me of my hostel days when we wouldn't get the water supply sometimes even for 3 days at a stretch and we'd be starved and would fetch pales of bucket(felling all "<i><b>Jill</b></i>y") from a construction site where a new hostel was being built.<br /><br /><br />September always has this arid feeling about it.Just before it every thing is wet and green and then suddenly it becomes all sunny.This is time when you take out all your favourite shoes and dry them in the Sun to ward off the fungus if has accumulated in the preceding humid months.One would dry all their woolen clothes too,in anticipation of the coming winter months which also mark the period of major festivities.There is going t be Diwali,Christmas,marriages and New Year-fun times ahead except by the end of all the fun you are dreaded with the up coming exams as well!Tch tch!<br /><br /><br />No matter how much you try to enjoy if you are a student you'd subconciously think about how much time you are wasting and if you don't enjoy you'd waste your time thinking about it anyways.You'd make plans and time-table and every possible thing to make sure you can have fun and get good grades too.Most times,it works.I think I have been in exactly the same spot year after year ever since I can remember except for the first year when exams were held in July,that was one time when winter was most fun.<br /><br /><br />The uneasiness that September accompanies is in my opinion and mixture of the bad weather plus knowing how much of an up gradation is needed in the department of hard work,you know like how always it's the last months of preparation that matters while you look longingly at other people who have no exams ahead making merry!<br /><input type="hidden" /><input type="hidden" /><br /><div></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-85242930066184407242009-09-03T01:02:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.356-07:00Blog you mean?Many of you asked me how to go about reading my blog everyday.Well,you could just hop here and do that provided you bookmark this page but then that wouldn't notify you each time I post.So the easier way out would be to SUBSCRIBE to my blog.If you scroll down the page you shall find a "Subscribe To Posts" tab which if you click on shall lead you to your desired reader(in most cases like it is with us-Google) and each time you log in to your account you could just go to the reader or simply click <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AnAnomalyThatIs">here</a>(you lazy bum,I tell you!).That automatically delivers my new post to you or you could just fill out your e-mail address in the box(come on,you can search that much) and tada!like that you'll receive all my new posts in your inbox(and puhhleeeez,your inboxes will NOT be spammed.I can't keep a track the email ids,it's all Google's business)!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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life?Gulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-6389568664611990082009-08-27T12:40:00.000-07:002010-10-30T02:08:24.381-07:00Mini Bus or School Bus?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68SSGrCCreYPtzVJyNjSvjr3eCSPK3kPBeER9thcJeuVZeo1EPzjHB2nNQNPJysZEf8Qp8a67P83vgS895fnhEdUmYCmey2Ykl3f9pHGDzFW0tqJXVPbgr7vyG4o1HrXaQWFFeqj4SamJ/s1600-h/Sheldon_the_School_Bus_by_Nevuela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68SSGrCCreYPtzVJyNjSvjr3eCSPK3kPBeER9thcJeuVZeo1EPzjHB2nNQNPJysZEf8Qp8a67P83vgS895fnhEdUmYCmey2Ykl3f9pHGDzFW0tqJXVPbgr7vyG4o1HrXaQWFFeqj4SamJ/s320/Sheldon_the_School_Bus_by_Nevuela.jpg" /></a></div><br />What's a mini bus?<br /><br />Err...you know ..the one....which usually stands in between bus no 1 and the BHEL bus...yellow coloured?<br /><br />Oh!So that small bus?<br /><br />Yeah..the same.<br /><br />So is it like a private vehicle?<br /><br />Ummm...I don't know.Private as in mine?Nope....<br /><br />It's not <i>school bus</i>!!<br /><br />Yeah since we don't club the bus fees with the tuition fees in the fee booklet.<br /><br /><br />School buses are so cool.All of them look the same,belong to the school and have these "bus leaders" too.It must be nice waiting for the bus at the stop together with all your friends a little away from your house.And mine,bah!!It picks me up right from my place,even waits for me if I got a little late.And only girls from my locality used it like it was a colony bus or something having been hired by one of the teachers late Mrs.H Malhotra for our ease.And what do I say...is it a private vehicle or a school bus?Duh!the <b>mini bus</b><br /><br />Clearly, I wasn't adept at counting my blessings.And so,much to my parents' chagrin I attempted to board the school bus the nearest stop being something like two kilometers away.I failed,ended up missing the school and was told painstakingly about the merits of the mini bus.I still didn't believe.<br /><br />School bus was way too cooler.Period.<br /><br />And then this one <i>rainy day</i> happened.You know those days in the past when it rained so much that school declared a holiday and the joy of going back home to have an entire day off..without school!Only on this particular day since we had a mini bus to our self( a private vehicle) we ended up going to <b>Van Vihar</b>-the animal park!<br /><br />With a heavy spattering rain,the yummy hot food(maggi,sandwiches,parathas,poha) in our tiffins and cozy inside our bus reveled in the beauty of the lake,animals and the trees.Never did I imagine mini-bus could be that functional.How that day will be forever etched in my mind.<br /><br />I was glad,I was a part of mini-bus.You see it was way too cooler than the school buses :DGulabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345506746763722473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476920264554247210.post-47215049584791293182009-08-27T09:03:00.000-07:002011-01-04T12:00:58.188-08:00Just Arrived<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjv02cGMaanULbBT2oCXQrw6J1t1eJD-Bg9FJHAlnkX0IqbCo0KGjVXLrPi3YWYPk6vHMOBJE_IEVKl5GkPlOWPJPK1GJ2DaqVVMcaONF-TxXU9RDbJD0WVZhmQsXyObvgyv0SuUHmNgx/s1600-h/Just_Arrived_by_andrisinung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjv02cGMaanULbBT2oCXQrw6J1t1eJD-Bg9FJHAlnkX0IqbCo0KGjVXLrPi3YWYPk6vHMOBJE_IEVKl5GkPlOWPJPK1GJ2DaqVVMcaONF-TxXU9RDbJD0WVZhmQsXyObvgyv0SuUHmNgx/s200/Just_Arrived_by_andrisinung.jpg" /></a></div>Am I too late?Perhaps,considering that almost everyone has a blog now!!How was it born?I have no idea,I probably got the <i>inspiration</i> if you may call that, from a friend of mine-(thank you miss).<br />
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I am terribly bored,yeah,too much and I can't study right now because of the deafening sound emanating from the speakers of a <i>jhanki,</i> that sits right outside my boundary wall!The government must MUST have stringent rules for these perpetrators of <strike>religious traditions</strike> <i>sound pollution</i>.What good does it do,I ask you?Of course,it makes for a good festive site and you do bow when you pass by them to seek blessings and yeah,you should be proud of such a nice,colourful heritage but then again,constant LOUDEST decibels impair my concentration and give me a h.e.a.d.a.c.h.e.<br />
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