Yea, finally i was inquisitve too!

Yea, finally i was inquisitve too, after seeing sab, lovleen, ishrah, florossel go for it!
..the rest...of them...
...kajol and bipasha basu!! **fainting**

...and  for those who wonder .....who this natalie whom i have 90% similarity?

Natalie Jane Imbruglia (pronounced im-broo-lyah) (born February 4, 1975) is an Australian singer, songwriter, model and actress. Like Jason Donovan and Kylie Minogue, she also played a role in the soap Neighbours before venturing into a singing career. She is known in most parts of the world for her smash-hit, "Torn". She is married to Daniel Johns of Silverchair fame.  (wikipedia)

After a disastrous cut!

Ok, from where shall I start? Ok will start from 15 th sep morning. When I came to office in the morning, I saw both my project mates with drooping eyes. Poor guys! we had a midnite delivery and those guys were working their ass out. Now, don’t look at me that way. I had a very bad migraine last night, so I couldn’t be there till 1 am. Now it went well. No issues till now (touchwood!).

Anyway at 3 pm, they both went home. And I didn’t know what to do. And then! One brain wave hit me. Why cant I have a cool-chick-haircut and treat myself? *evil grin* ok, that means 40€ down the drain. But still…… didn’t I deserve that?

 

Took the car and went to town. To my utter disappointment, 3 salons didn’t take clients without appointment. I was desperate. Went to the most posh one. Didn’t have any hope. “do u do haircuts w/o appointment?” “yea”! I was thrilled. Happily settled in the cushy black chair and waited for my stylist to come. She came. Asked me what would I like to have. “no idea” I just wanted to look “chick”. LOL! Still managed to say something, to her!  Covered me with a black cloth  and was sent to a washbasin (he he he, a black one!)

 

And she shampooed my hair, conditioned it (only if someone did that to me, every day!! *sigh*). She dried my hair with a towel and I was sent to the snippetting section. I waited there, waiting for my (or my hairs) destiny!

 

And then she came……. Snip..snip….snip went her scissors… yeeek… that was a lot…”see I didn’t mean thaaaat short”… I shrieked… “it sure looks messy”. “ok, that will be fine after blowdry”. Another one came and took 20 minutes to dry my whats-left-on-my-head!

 

…And this is the way I look now! (why was it to be happen on my birthday?)

 

note: the top pic is the bday gift i got from my hubby!

Entry for September 15, 2006

Ok, my hubby called me up just now and told me that today we will go home at 5 pm (which is very early for him!) and buy my bday gift from Argos! Voila, he remembered!!!!!! and i wasnt reminding him today in case he forgets . If he did, then sunday the 17th would have been the worst day of his life!!!!

note: i made the card myself! thanking God for bringing me to this world, giving me  wonderful parents, guiding me thru thick and thin, gifting me with a caring but forgetful husband, and filling my life with real time friends and virtual friends who loves me alot!
i celebrate this journey called life, once again!

Loving beyond skin!

My hubby and myself are so entirely different in looks. First being  the color factor and next being the hair factor and last being the height factor. Honestly this was never a problem for me even from the very beginning of our courtship. [After being in relation with 2 different ppl each for more than 3 yrs, I find my hubby as an entirely different specimen among the male community!!! It was enough experience for me, to recognise a gem out of fakes! If it not been for him, I would have been a bed-ridden, depressed spinster- now, thats another story about my disc injury!!!  ]

 

But he was always aware of our physical difference. And on occasions when he wasn’t aware, our relatives or friends or even strangers commented on this factor. Once in kerala, we always got those “odd” looks even from our neighbours whenever we went out together. Our relatives and neighbours have made fun of us. But we were there only for 2 months after marriage.

 

Once we landed in Ireland, we never faced such issues. One of the reasons I love Ireland is that. Irish people never compare you and your partner based on your looks! You feel so comfortable without poking stares and smirks. I can hug my husband and kiss him in the middle of the road or in the supermarket. No one stares at me then. I can sing with him while walking thru the road. I can even kick him on his butt! Yea, I always do such funny things while we are on the road. Even inside our office corridors we have our own kind of fun.

 

Once in the office restaurant, my hubby pestered me a lot and finally I got up and poked him with my fork. The next thing I heard was a bunch of women colleagues laughing and appreciating me for that. They told me that he really needed that! That will never happen in kerala.

 

In kerala, one of my friends even told me that she is surprised that my parents agreed to marry him (just cos of our different looks!!!).

I have heard the term : Made for each other. Tell me what does it mean? Does it mean the compatibility in looks? Or does it mean the compatibility in hearts?

 

There is this man who tries to be awake with me, when I cant sleep, even when his eyes are half closed, with sleep. If he is physically different from me, does that mean we are NOT made for each other? How can I ever make others think beyond color and hair???

Note: i dont care  a sha-y-it about those comments at all. But those ppl think, by commenting like that they are making me realise my mistake.

There are moms like this!

I have a mother who worries the hell out of her and others if ever I catch even a silly ordinary cold. And I am so sure that almost all mothers are like that. But there were some other kind I came into contact with. One being my ex-room mate’s mom. I will call her achu. She was never excited about her mom, whenever we discussed about our mommies at hostel. And I thot that achu was being fussy. I never believed her allegations about her mommy not loving her. I always told her it was all her imaginations. I scolded her a lot for telling things about her mommy. (she was much younger to me!).  I never knew I was in for a big surprise.

 

Achu was diagnosed with a pus filled growth on her anus. Yea, that was sooo bad that she couldn’t even sit or lie on her back, not to mention her basic body functions! . Mind you, it was her dad, who took her to hospital. Soon an operation was arranged for her. But strangely, her mom didn’t come. She (her mom) called me up and requested to accompany achu to her hospital. I was shocked. Her own mom, and she asked me , her daughter’s room mate to be with her on her daughter’s surgery. (and that too thru another girl!!! she didnt talk to me directly!)

 

I agreed. I took leave and took achu to the hospital. I took a room, admitted achu and even bought dinner for her. That night achu cried like anything. It was her first operation and she was scared like hell. She was only eighteen then. Only I was there to calm her … me who never experienced an operation myself. And one question bothered me a lot… why her mom didn’t want to be with her on the night before her surgery. But I didn’t ask achu about that. (later i came to know that she didnt want to "waste" a leave of her for her daughters operation. she told me the reason herself!! and she thot it was okay for her room mate to take leave for her daughter!!!!!!)

 

Next morning, the nurse came and asked me to clean achu, which I did. Yea, I don’t have any problem in doing that kind of very personal things for my friends. She changed into surgery clothes. And just before she was pushed into operation theatre, her dad came. He thanked me a lot and hugged his daughter, before she was wheeled into the room.

Still her mom didn’t come.

 

Achu recovered after operation. Her mom came later, I knew, after the surgery. Achu joined us in my hostel room, after 2 weeks. But we never discussed that night before her surgery, again. I never asked about her mom, too.

 

I know one thing, for certain. That woman is her own mother. And from that day onwards I started trusting Achu, when she criticised her mom. I came into terms with the fact that all mothers are not like my own mom.

Back in Track!

Hasn’t it been ages since I peeped into y360? I was unreasonably depressed (at least that’s what I would like to believe!) the whole last week… I was swivelling in the reins of past.(which resulted in a very boring blog…). and s velliyod told me that there should be some reason for that. Yea there was! It was just cos of the lack of communication with my past and now after solving it,  I am ok. Weird are nature’s reasons for different emotions!

 

Ok, now coming back to my present life:

Now the Irish temperature is on the range 6 deg-12 deg Celsius. And I am bundled in layers of clothing, along with thick and heavy full neck jumpers. Still my hands and fingers are cold like rock. (OK, and feels like too….after all its MY fingers!) I can’t cover them, as I have to work with them (big deal!)

 

There were trillions of TRs in the last week before everyone (not including me) went for vacation and we three of us had our head-spinning days to keep the numbers under control, on the light of upcoming delivery, this Friday!

 

And another thing is that my birthday is on this Saturday, the 16^th. In case any one forgets, plsssssssss don’t forget to wish me. I don’t have any problem in reminding my friends about my birthday till 15 th evening, almost every day. (Orkut is doing a great job in that!!!  Sab and cheeeeze is having their Bdays on 13^th too….) I am doing that reminding job always. My hubby forgets my birthday always. (sigh*** nothing new in it, still, a biiiiig sigh**** )So telling about it for the whole day till 15^th evening is the only way to make sure that on 16^th he may remember it!

 

I chose my birthday gift. I always insist that he should buy me something on my birthday..again no issues in doing that for him. This time, it’s a gold covered watch and matching bracelet. He he he…. I have even chosen the design. But whether he remembers about it on 16 th is a veeeeeery big issue! [I wont remind him on 16 th… God! I should have left some pride, on me!!!]. I saw him putting reminder on his cellphone, on 16 th (I wanted to cry, but I didn’t!!  ). And pssst.. don’t ask my age pls…. I am still on my twenties,( I really am!!) but for how long is what I don’t want to answer!!

note; that pic is just a filler!

Mind's Play!

Strangely there happen certain things in your past that u never want to re-live again. Such deep is the pain, such vast is the hurt that you never even remember about it now a days. In fact it has been more than  a lot of yrs since you even thought about that dreadful past. And suddenly one day, everything floods into your present life as memories, in fact for no apparent reason.

 

And you make yourself a BIG surprise by remembering each and ever minute details of the set of all those incidents. You suddenly seem to relive the past with its dreadful pain. For some moments you are the old –self, going thru the hurt and pain. And the pain….which you dumped into your remotest, darkest part of your mind, so that it may never pop-up, has re-surfaced again.

 

………….and still you feel, if you could go back to the past for one moment, to have the pain in your life. Because somehow you are so curious to know how the pain would feel now, that once had destroyed you, to the core. Why is it like that?