Right after I got back form my awesome trip to Chennai, I left for Malaysia. My uncle's a lawyer and practically every year he takes his entire staff for trip. I remember the time my neighbour told me he got a job in Bangalore where his awesome office supplied him with Snickers, Toblerone and the likes everyday. I couldn't help but feel terribly envious. However, when I heard about my Uncles idea of keeping his staff happy, the snickers seemed like a bit of a let down =P .
Since, he was taking his family as well, he asked my brother and I to come along. Give me one good reason why we should have refused?
The best part was that my parents were not coming along. And that meant a summer trip without unnecessary drama and lectures on responsiblity. Also loads of cash and shopping without watching my mum wrinkling her nose and every secong item of clothing I picked up.
Inspite of being with over 25 people, it was almost like travelling alone. On one hand was the entire staff. All of them were too involved in each other anyway. On the other, was the little family. Again involved in each other. And then there was me, my book, my music and my coffee. The road trip was awesome. The weather was terrific. Frankly speaking I don't remember much of the sightseeing we did, but I can tell you this, I fell in love with the shopping!
It sounds a little insane, but every time I look back at that trip I think of those unbelievably big malls. I think about how there was so much to cover and so little time and how I ran like a maniac from one shop to another, just so I could cover everything in that time limit. I remember how everytime I saw the magic word(sale), my eyes would light up and my feet would automatically take me in that direction. The smell of designer perfumes lingering in the air, the designer gown clad manequins, the soft feel of the fabrics, the array of gorgeous colours, the display of outfits that seemed to have walked right out of my dream. I miss every bit of it.
And once again I can do anything to have it back! *sigh*
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Summer'08 and why it was awesome
Summer'08 was the best summer of my life.
Boards were finally over. Freedom was in the air. I adored the feeling of having nothing to do. And the best part was that two trips were right around the corner.
First trip was Chennai. Hardly a city to be excited about. But if you were going there to meet your bestest friend after a year and a half, you'd know the feeling.
So me and my half-cracked friend P sat in an airplane and took off to city of idlis and Kanjivaram sarees to spend 15 days of bliss in S's hot duplex house.
We laughed until we cried, ate until our tummies burst, shopped until we dropped, talked endlessly about the year gone by, danced till we embarrased our selves, got drunk and puked all over the bathroom, watched ridiculous movies, played childish games, made up silly stories to entertain each other and took a hell lot of crazy pictures. We did nothing and still had the best bloody two weeks of our lives.
The prospect of living through another great Summer helped me make it through this year. I knew that once I'd get to see S, and make up for all the lost time, life would make perfect sense. But, I'm starting to think it might not work out this Summer =( .
All I want right now is to have my Summer Sisters back....
Boards were finally over. Freedom was in the air. I adored the feeling of having nothing to do. And the best part was that two trips were right around the corner.
First trip was Chennai. Hardly a city to be excited about. But if you were going there to meet your bestest friend after a year and a half, you'd know the feeling.
So me and my half-cracked friend P sat in an airplane and took off to city of idlis and Kanjivaram sarees to spend 15 days of bliss in S's hot duplex house.
We laughed until we cried, ate until our tummies burst, shopped until we dropped, talked endlessly about the year gone by, danced till we embarrased our selves, got drunk and puked all over the bathroom, watched ridiculous movies, played childish games, made up silly stories to entertain each other and took a hell lot of crazy pictures. We did nothing and still had the best bloody two weeks of our lives.
The prospect of living through another great Summer helped me make it through this year. I knew that once I'd get to see S, and make up for all the lost time, life would make perfect sense. But, I'm starting to think it might not work out this Summer =( .
All I want right now is to have my Summer Sisters back....
Why you shouldn't swim in the Summers...
I finally got off my lazy ass and went for a swim. I was feeling pretty smug about until I reached there I saw the pool crowded with stoopid, annoying little brats who have nothing else to do this summer.
While the decent, well mannered kids lounge in their Donald Duck floats, the rowdy, ill-mannered ones find it impossible to stay passive. So they will splish and splash and make it a point to swim right in front of your face every time you make a beeline for the deep side.
And if you’re hoping to seek refuge in the deep side of the pool, statutory warning my friend, the kids have a new found fascination to jumping into the deep side. Just when I put your foot on the stairs, took a deep breath and thanked your lucky stars for the lack of annoying brats, one of them jumped right into the pool from behind me before I even get a chance to shield my eyes. And if you think that is bad enough, an army of brats followed the leader and I cursed myself for bothering to come.
Then I give up trying to swim and make my way to the ladies room. It’s been the same Ladies Room ever since I’ve been a member here, why does it feel different? Because I see male brats prancing around naked with their towels tied around their necks like capes, while they make all sorts of whooshing sounds. As for me, I’m quite traumatized at the display of flesh all around me.
To make up for the highly depressing events of the day I indulge in a big paneer roll and some fancy chocolate pie from the new Bakery.
So much for a swim. *sigh*
While the decent, well mannered kids lounge in their Donald Duck floats, the rowdy, ill-mannered ones find it impossible to stay passive. So they will splish and splash and make it a point to swim right in front of your face every time you make a beeline for the deep side.
And if you’re hoping to seek refuge in the deep side of the pool, statutory warning my friend, the kids have a new found fascination to jumping into the deep side. Just when I put your foot on the stairs, took a deep breath and thanked your lucky stars for the lack of annoying brats, one of them jumped right into the pool from behind me before I even get a chance to shield my eyes. And if you think that is bad enough, an army of brats followed the leader and I cursed myself for bothering to come.
Then I give up trying to swim and make my way to the ladies room. It’s been the same Ladies Room ever since I’ve been a member here, why does it feel different? Because I see male brats prancing around naked with their towels tied around their necks like capes, while they make all sorts of whooshing sounds. As for me, I’m quite traumatized at the display of flesh all around me.
To make up for the highly depressing events of the day I indulge in a big paneer roll and some fancy chocolate pie from the new Bakery.
So much for a swim. *sigh*
Journey to a new beginning
It seems like forever since I have blogged.
First it was study leave, then exams, then hols. The excuses are endless.
Reason number 2 - Spending free time writing for CJ *sigh*
Reason number 3 - Topic. I think I need to stop waiting for a topic. It's my blog! I can be as random as I want!
So from now on whether I'm suffering from writer's block or I'm pissed off with my maid for the lack of salt in my food or I'm just extra-happy about a new pair of earrings, I'm going to blog :D
So let's talk about how summer has been so far.
The thing with me is I hate having nothing to do. As funny as it sounds, it depresses me! My mind feels empty and useless. So if it's not projects or exams I feel like I need to find something else to keep my mind occupied.
I was so enthusiastic about starting out on my own. But the excitement has died down. Though I hold onto to my previous idea, I think I am going to delay it for the later part of these vacations.
Internship... Frankly I don't know and as of now I don't care.
Reason being that I'm too occupied with Belly Dance Institute right now. It's amazing how something that is so small suddenly starts playing such a major role in your life. I remember always being fascinated by Shakira's moves and trying to imitate them. The fact that they were no institutes teaching this art was quite disappointing. An article came in the papers once and I remember wondering, why they never put down the numbers of the teachers they have interviewed for the article, reading it over and over again to make sure I didn't miss it.
I remember the how they once held the course for 2-days at Befit Zone and I was absolutely disappointed because I couldn't make it. Then R(My Teacher) somehow came into the picture.I ended up joining the course after so much convincing that it almost didn't feel like it was worth it. Now when I look back, I can't believe I even had second thoughts about it. The dance was refuge into another world. The movements connected with my soul. And when I was there, everything felt perfect.
What added to the experience was the bond I shared with R(My teacher) and the others. After a point the student-teacher barrier had almost disappeared. I remember how R always talked about us being her favourite batch and how she has never been this close to any of her students. I guess that explains the little party she kept for all of us after the last class.
When I joined that class I never thought I'd have so much fun that I'd eagerly look forward to the next time we have a batch together and refuse to commence a class until all the old people were a part of it. Now that we're going to start level 4 soon, frankly speaking I can hardly wait :)
But what truly surprises me is the bond I have formed with R. When she asked me if I'd like to be a trainer with her this summer I was beyond happy. Since I had nothing to do anyway, I offered to help her with the phone calls and the other little work as well. Then she confessed to me how stressed she gets during this entire process and how she'd love to have a helping hand.And somehow I just got involved in so much more than I expected. Now I feel as much a part of the institute as she is, so I want to do my best to make it easier for her and help her reach her target.
AS for those of you reading this post, if Belly Dance fascinates you and you want the art to seduce you as well, let me know. We have batches starting this April and we'd love to have you with us.
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