Eruptions in my deranged head

March 27, 2009

Cream Biscuits & Dadda

Filed under: JLT — Sam @ 11:24 am

Biscuits. Cookies. Chocolates. Cakes. Pastries. These were the only things that could be used to get things/work done from me, as a kid. Well, let me explain.

Like most girls, I too am a Daddy’s girl. I have his smile, his mannerisms, his temper, reading and writing habits too. He still dots on me, and yes MY DADDY STRONGEST!!!! Dadda, as I call him, used to be a lot more short tempered than what he is now, mamma says. Of course, this is about more than two decades back, but he is extremely famous in our clan for his temper even now. Yes, before anyone guesses, I admit: I was a child straight from hell. Poor mom! Of all the things that mom and dad have gone through coz of yours truly, breaking dad’s favourite China pen incident is something that I wont forget in my lifetime. ( Was about 5-6 years old.) Just because he forgot to get me a pack of NICE biscuits, I broke his pen right in front of his eyes. Scribbled on the walls mercilessly causing the nib to split open. Then? Got thrashed like never before! Along came a silence where I didnt talk to him for a week. Dad apologised for being cruel, he hugged me, said sorry and tried almost everything. Nothing seemed to work. Thats when some new cream biscuits were introduced in the market. Something that was oval in shape, with gooey reddish pink coloured jelly thing and sugar on top of it. My demand : If you want me to start talking to you, get me those NOW. Time of the demand: 8 o clock in the morning when Dad was getting ready for a hectic day. I told you, I was from Hell. What he did next was something that made a monster like me realize how much he loves me. He took an off that day, bought me those cookies, spent the entire day just with me!!! And also took me out to the park, where there was a Peacock train! One of the best memories that I treasure/cherish!

Years passed and I became a super obedient daughter. Whatever my parents said became BIBLE to me. Though I am a rebel and dont accept things easily, but one thing’s for sure. They are really proud of their girl. One can see it in their eyes.

Gosh, my eyes are welling up now! I love you dad and mom! Whatever I have today, is because of what you gave me. You taught me the value of everything in life! Mwahh to both of you.

March 22, 2009

March 19, 2009.

Filed under: JLT — Sam @ 6:02 am

 

I expected this year’s bday to be as lame as last year’s. Was not in the mood to celebrate or even have a happy smile on my face. But things started changing as wishes started pouring from all corners of the world. My world.  Went to work expecting a hard day, but SURPRISEEEEEE -there was a beautiful, big bouquet of red roses, a biiggg chocolate cake, cards and notes waiting for me at my cubicle sent by hubby darling! Yeah, he’d sent them to my office before I could reach (considering we dont get to meet, thanks to his graveyard shifts). Thats it. Everything changed after that. I was smiling all through like a fool. I had that smile super-glued to my face.  Then comes lunch time, and this time its more red roses and more bouquets but from by ex-colleagues in Axis. Got everything from flowers to cakes, chocolates, cards, teddy bears, purse, clutch and what not!!! Just when I thought the day couldnt get better, my friend calls up to inform me about the grand dinner that she has planned at her place just for me! Yummy mumum.. Thanks a bunch Ro! You are a darling!!! When it was zzz time, Zac smses : HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL

What a day!!! Really grateful to God for blessing me with a wonderful family, a sexy, smart and suave hubby and more importantly – My MOST AMAZING FRIENDS.

Easily the bestest birthday in the last 27 years of my life!!!

March 10, 2009

LMFAO!

Filed under: JLT — Sam @ 5:06 pm

Exactly what I feel about most Indian movies. Agreed there are some gems that grace us, but that happens once in a blue moon.

Have fun!

March 8, 2009

Bombay to Goa and back

Filed under: JLT, Mumum, Music — Sam @ 9:18 am

Candolim-beach

Ok, I’m back from an exhilarating trip to Goa. The most awesome days of my life! Life was filled with beaches, Sun, heat, food, wine, cashews, the lighthouses, the fort, the tan and much more. By far, I found Candolim to be a beautiful place! Peaceful and serene. Liked, no, loved everything from the ancestral houses to the church to the Basilica to the cruise. 

But one thing. Just couldnt help myself from comparing the Goan roads to the Mumbai muchmuch. Goan roads - no and i mean NO potholes. Just smooth roads. And more importantly NO HONKING. Mumbai roads - God-Save-Me-From-Any-Mishaps-Today types, honking that takes your temper to another level. When’s Mumbai gonna change? For people who ask if I vote, yes I DO. We do behave like responsible citizens, but are we getting anything worthwhile in return? Actually we do. Attacks and more attacks. Bombings, vandalism from our very famous self-proclaimed custodians of culture. DAMN…

@#*$^)($@^_@$_+*(^&! This is exactly how I was feeling when it was time for me to come back to Mumbai.

PS:  Clicked the above pic from my cellphone. It looks absolutely WOWWW!

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