On Turning the big 3-Ohhh! :)

Exactly a week ago, I turned 30. There I said, 30..Three..Zero.. 30! I do not know why I felt the need to say it out as many times as I just did. Maybe it was to see if I feel any different, maybe it was to see if I said it as many times I would develop some magical powers that could change a few things in my life.On retrospect do I need those magical powers? Maybe not, If i look carefully I did have those powers and they were what made my 20’s the decade I left behind so magical.

The 20’s have been amazing to me, I did most of the things that most people do when they are in their 20’s. I feel privileged to have had that opportunity, to experience all those things I did. There were fireworks, first kisses, broken hearts,being broke almost always,the first ridiculously expensive shoes I bought, the first job, meeting my soul mate and many many things that make it a decade that I was worth remembering. There was a lot of figuring it out- “it” being so many things-life,career, education, the one. Now that I am done figuring at least most of it- I am excited to be 30. Those 10 years made me an adult. And I am thankful for it.

Turning 30, is full of exciting possibilities, I know who I am and well, mostly what I want (though the other half might beg to differ). I know that there is no one responsible for my happiness..except for me (cliched), but it is amazing how so many of us know this but refuse to work on it. I know that no one can take my accomplishments of the past decade and no one else can accomplish new things except for me. I spent the last few years of my 20’s being angry and disappointed with myself, with some of the choices I made, with my bad luck and wishing I could live the lives of those around me. The more I wanted that, life told me in not so kind way that you can’t wish to live someone else’s life, you have to live with what you have and the make the most of it, Yes, there will be people who are disappointed with the choices you make, you will be disappointed with the choices you have made but there hey, you can’t please them all, now, can you? And while they tell you how disappointed they are, hopefully there is something that you can take away from it.

So while I look back on the decade that has passed, I hope that some of the learnings from the last decade can be put to good use in this decade. I hope to forgive more often, take care of myself and my short comings. Remember and work on being the master of my destiny and be the touch of sunshine in the lives of the people who I may cross paths with. I have always been one to celebrate and I celebrated bidding my 20’s and welcoming my 30’s in style. I did the spectacular Sydney Harbour Bridge climb (that is another post altogether) and as I stood on the summit looking down on the beautiful city, the sun shining on my face, that at that moment, there was no one else like me, that what I did was my own achievement and no one else could take that away from me. So there I was smiling from ear to ear and proud of the way I embraced 30. You will be kind to me won’t you?

2014 and thoughts for the new year!

I took more than a year off from here. From writing, coming here and looking at the number of likes or followers I have received. I just took a break from it all. There have been days when I have opened WordPress and started at a blank page, waiting for words; words to form sentences; sentences that would beautifully string together and express what I felt, I saw and experienced. Needless to say, those words and sentences never came together. I Would give up my futile attempt and head back to reality, where someone or something required my attention.

Nevertheless, 2014 was kind to me. It took me home, knocked me down and gave me opportunities to pick up the pieces and move on. It also drilled into me what I had forgotten,’what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger’ and stronger did i become the last few months. It taught me that I am who I am and I and I need to live my life by the rules that I had once set for myself. It also gave me a chance to understand that sometimes you need to let go of self doubt and fear to create a path for yourself.

This past year gave me an opportunity to pursue two things that I am passionate about dance and baking. There has been nothing more liberating than realising that I am good at it and there is nothing more than being on stage that brings out the better of me. When I thought that is all that I could be better at, I found myself covered knee, hands, face deep in butter, sugar, flour, eggs and all things rich and decadent three days a week full time.I learnt patience, need to shower care and love into every dough, cake or sweet treats that you make. I realised that a dough is a living thing. It responds to love, warmth, patience and the opportunity to grow and turn into something wonderful. A dough taught me that relationships are like that it needs all these things to grow and be what it needs to be. I had to value my life, my being and those in my life to see relationships blossom and be what they are meant to be. I needed to stop breathe and inject some of this learning into my life and my relationships.

So as we have wrapped bu 2014, I look forward to the new year, there are goals and desires that I hope to achieve. I hope to find God’s love and guidance as the new year unfolds. I hope the next 364 days will show me the paths that are for me to travel, I hope to be courageous and adventurous and to live life by my rules.

here is hoping that the NEW Year brings all things positive and the courage to face challenges that the year and days bring.

Happy to be back

One year and a few months that’s how long I have stayed away from here. I never knew that one could suffer from a writer’s block for so long and the biggest mistake probably not fighting it. Oh well, now that it is in the past, so here I am making amends and promising to be regular.

But in the meantime, life never gave me a chance to stop and breathe. We did a lot of travelling. We visited Wellington (NZ), went strawberry picking and horse riding at Port Macquarie in the middle of winter we went on a beach holiday to Jervis Bay with our gang of friends, went dolphin watching,drank a lot,experimented with a few punches (the drink obviously) and yes I got a chance to dance on stage (twice). Each time I have been up there, I realised there is no place I rather be than on that stage performing. So I reckon after an action packed year I have nothing to complain about. There have been small and big mercies that we have to be thankful about, including the fact that I even managed to find myself a part-time role at a small PR firm.

And probably the highlight this year was that my husband decided to book tickets for home, which meant that the both of us got to see our families and our friends who we haven’t seen over two years. I got to celebrate my birthday as well as mum’s birthday at home which was probably the best thing to happen in a long time. The husband also got to ride his bike when we visited Chennai. The first 15 minutes of that ride was just awesome, if someone asked us if we could like to come back to Chennai, we would probably have said yes. That desire didn’t last long with no traffic rules, pollution and the moolah that it cost each time we went out left us wanting to get back to Australia. Having said that, there is nothing like getting to spend time with family and friends it reminds you wherever you are there will never ever be any place like home.

Now that we are back, life has returned to normal with the same intensity that we left while we went on holiday. Every weekend is spent house hunting which in this country is hard and painful, so all I can do is hope and pray in the coming weeks we will have a new place to move into. Hey then I may have more ideas about what to write on.

For now I take your leave in the hope that I will be able to bring you more snippets about my travels, my ever entertaining husband and life in general as and when it happens.

When the husband takes over the kitchen! ;)

I, like most people grew up in a household where mum did all the cooking. The moment she walked in through the door at 4 in the evening we were all over her asking her what’s for tea and then what’s for dinner :). I am sure she used to dread walking back home just because of that one question. So when I decided to get married I had, somewhere in the back of my head to find someone who knew how to cook and guess what I did! πŸ™‚ And thus, begins the story of this post! πŸ™‚

So where I am going with this is that I came across this gem of a word during one of those infamous news paper tracking days at my previous job.

Gastrosexual,
noun
“A term used to describe men see cooking as a hobby and not just a chore, taking the household chore part away from it. Gastrosexual men will use six pans when one will do and then leave you with the washing up.”

There was only one person I knew who fit this description extremely well…yes, that most definitely is my better half.

There really is nothing more enticing, ladies..I promise, than a man who can make a meal that too a really fancy one at that. It would be safe to say that I fell hook line and sinker for such a man. So, while I a starry-eyed bride thought that I was one of those lucky few women on earth to have snagged a guy who can sing and cook,little did I know the horrors that were to follow.(maybe I exaggerate a tad bit!)

So like every married couple we played house some days me making the meals and the other days him πŸ™‚ The first few times every time he made dinner/lunch/breakfast I wouldn’t crib about the mess just be the good wife and wash the spoons, plates and the zillion other utensils that were used. But a few months into being married i realized that I was stressing more about the cleaning than enjoying the lavish dinner that was put in front of me.
So,it’s reached a point these days where I just do something else to keep myself occupied; 1) just to resist the urge to walk into the kitchen 2)lest I feel like giving him a lecture about cleaning up which in the end makes me sound like an epic nag and end up spoiling our appetites.

So all you lovely ladies out there,if you think marrying a man who can cook a meal is a wonderful idea make sure you ask him the all important question..can he clean up after the Masterchefy meal that he has prepared for you? If the answer is yes,you have won the Lotto..if not just be nice say thank you for the meal and leave the dishes for tomorrow, that way you do not diminish your chances to get another meal cooked with a lot of love and care!

P.S. After three years I would like to believe that my husband has learned to cook using 2 pans instead of the 6! πŸ˜‰

Updates from Down Under :)

A post now has become extremely mandatory before my dear blog dies a lonely death!:)

Updates from the last post..I have more or less comfortably settled into my Aussie life. There are days with its high and days with the lowest of lows.The lows being the job hunt with no visible results to be seen and the highs being the new place, lovely friends who have brightened our otherwise lonely existence.

With my long holiday from work still continues..all those things that i promised myself while being on this kind of break I still haven’t implemented. I still haven’t gotten around to posting all those posts lying in my drafts, wanting to start a food blog has now been burnt on the back burner its been sitting for so long ( considering I can’t keep posting on this regularly, i don’t even wanna think of what would happen to that),I still haven’t kept up on the regular walking that I would go on despite having a park right across the road, the weight issues still remain to weigh big on me .

While on the brighter side I have slightly brushed up on those photography lessons long forgotten with the purchase of the new camera.I have discovered a few places in the city that are my favourites; Darling Harbour topping the list from among the many other in the list.

I turned a year older a few weeks back, kept telling the husband that it doesn’t feel like it’s my b’day. The weather had been crappy all week through so much for the so-called summer we have had! I felt so home sick and wanted to cry when someone from home called or wished me on chat…ya that’s how home sick I was.

The husband as always had something up his sleeve he got me a small piece of cake to cut at 12,took me shopping and took me to an Irish Pub for an awesome lunch. Dinner was planned with one of my closest friend and her husband…just that what came next I wasn’t prepared for.As I walked into their apartment, done up to resemble a lounge with the whole dim lighting, candles and the music that goes with it and friend’s screaming Surprise!oh Boy! was i SURPRISED or what! Never felt so happy in such a long time and trust me that was one among the best birthdays I had. That night we partied hard at home, dropped my drinks, laughed like maniacs, opened gifts and saw Sydney’s party scene and we got home at 5 am feeling happy and tired and ME was obviously very happy! πŸ™‚

It’s at that point that I thanked god for the small mercies in life for the friend of mine for the last 10 years and the new friends that we have made in the last few months and also for a family that loves me a lot! πŸ™‚

Mom’s b’day is exactly a week after mine, dad went out of his way this year and had a surprise cake with candle’s decorated to form a heart. Mom was definitely shocked and surprised more than all that me and my sis were totally touched by dad’s gesture…and realized that you are never too old to do anything for someone u love πŸ™‚

Other than that, the biggest dream come true was watching the New year fireworks at the Harbour Bridge…and for those who know me and how much i love drama the fact that i was so overwhelmed by the whole setting i actually had tears rolling down my face *sniff * πŸ™‚ was something along with the whole experience that I will never forget.

Me and the pati completed another year of being married. The adventure seems to be getting better the 1st year we spent setting up our home in Chennai and the next half of the year dismantling it to come here. But through this journey of being married I realized that my husband compliments me perfectly, where I fail to see reason he manages to make me see it, brings in the humour to dry up the tears that i seem to have plenty off and sometimes just nods his head in disbelief at the things that he has to put up being married πŸ™‚ God knew I wouldn’t survive with anyone else and I am so thankful I am blessed with him in my life and he makes the meaning of family complete πŸ™‚

It feels wonderful to have written this post to know that brain has not rusted. I guess i should write more often i does make me happy.

good bye Chennai…and hello Sydney!

This post should have been up long time ago! It’s been lying in my drafts for almost a month now. The packing and shifting had taken a toll on me, i was stressed, angry, sad and ill and missed not having my husband see me through this. But here I am now in Sydney. Living in a city where at the max 4 people know me and craving for a masala/podi dosa along with a hot cup of filter kappi that reminded me that this post was lying in my drafts.

This one’s for all the people that miss.. family and friends and good ol’ Chennai/Madras πŸ™‚

How..how is it that I am going to pack 10 wonderful years in this city into three suitcases? 😦

The more i think about it the grief sets in for the amount I have cribbed about wanting to leave now , more or less every bit of me wanting to cling on to good ol’ Madras.I have vivid memories of this city from my first trip, when Alsa Mall, Cisons Complex, Fountain Plaza were popular hangouts along with Spencers.I dnt remember when I chose this city but somehow think it was viceversa…otherwise 10 years here and i still would love to call it home! πŸ™‚

As I write this flashes of 10 years whiz by right in front of my eyes.

A few weeks from now, its going to be a completely new city; where the streets have no names,where I am not going to bump into people I know,where pujari’s are not going to zip past me on their mopeds,the horrible traffic jams when it rains, the beach,the icecream session late at nite on the beach and the familiarity that the known brings,I know i’d miss. The narcissit me πŸ˜‰ would miss being stopped by strangers who ask what kajal pencil i use, or that my face looks familiar and if i do advertisments etc. (Now you know y i call myself narcissit :P). I would miss passing by college and start my stories about the place like it is a historical monument!I have had people asking me to shut up only coz they could replay every story of mine πŸ™‚ i would miss arguing with the husband as to who knows the city better and the desperate fights to prove I am right.:)

I will miss places that have never disappointed my foodie cravings, i would miss homes that gave me more than food and bed,the open terrace, loads of love and warmth that the lonely girl in the city never felt she was far away from home. I love this city for the landmark moments of my life..the first outings, the first time i fell in love, the lesson learnt from heartbreaks,for people who saw me through when i thought the heartbreak would kill me and most importantly the person who was only a call away.For bangalore weekends that were extra special,the crazy ass almost blind date at Infinitea :), the music, the food and for being a friend who never once judged me with shortcoming et all accepted me πŸ™‚

I’ll miss my workplace for the crazy parties, friends who made work fun, the wednesday nights, the lunch sessions, the photography sessions..the place that kept sane and insane πŸ™‚ I love the fact that if it werent for this job i wouldn have met my better half! I would miss the view from my desk..the lazy dog and the sweet baby who are part of the daily routine.. i dnt know them but yet again the familiar scenes brings a comfort that i am about to give up. I will miss night stays and the friends who were part of it..the startling discoveries, the laughter , the dance classes. The ups and downs, the bajao session by bosses,the clients, the media all of it. The friends i have, the fun I had,the awakward moment when the friend was desperately trying to get the opposite person interested in her client’s work and all he did was talk to me πŸ™‚ I have memories of a crazy valentine’s day of eating vada pav in Sowcarpet and taking a drive down to Marina beach to shoot ballons πŸ™‚

Lastly, i will miss my first house..my own that i set up.. from choosing curtains to buying each and everything it pains the most taking it all down.There things to which i m extremely attached, every memory that comes to life when i am giving off my things.

It hurts but then you have to let go of the old to make new memories… its something unpredictable that lies ahead..but in the end its right and i hope I have the time of my life.It’s going to test every skill that i possess. A new place, a new culture, new faces to be friends with while the old ones will still stay fresh in my memory.The fear of not being able to close my eyes and give directions..i’ll miss that.

Like someone told me a few days ago “what would we do without memories” .. i have truck loads of them i can flip through, play each one over and over and be thankful for the people that crossed my path if it werent for that wuld i have so much to look back at? πŸ™‚

till we meet again πŸ™‚ to old and new memories! Cheers!~

I miss you like never before :(

Love!there is so much that this one word embodies. It inspires, it breaks our heart, it keeps us lonely and does so many things that leaves us yearning. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder” they say and among the many times just last week I realized how much distance can make my heart long.

I bid Sajan farewell at the airport last week; and that was the first time he was going away somewhere so far far away from me, that even if I wanted I couldn’t take a train, cab or any other means if I wanted to. We have been together from the moment we met. Three months of courtship was when we stayed apart every single day a few hours together and life seemed so perfect till now. After being together every single day, it’s now that I realise how MUCH I LOVE U and how difficult it is to stay apart.

The whole of last week my heart was just so full that my eyes would well up with tears that it would break Sajan’s heart to see my bawl my eyes out!
It broke my heart when we listened to our song to know that the bags are packed and that you are going away! 😦

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes I’ll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won’t have to leave alone; Leaving on a jet plane John Denver πŸ™‚

There is so much that I miss about him now that he is gone…I miss waking up in the morning to that lovely smile,I miss those bike rides to work( it broke my heart giving off the keys to the bike) :(,I miss calling you for all the big and the small things, I miss holding your hand, I miss the hugs, the cuddles, the fights…more than all this and the million other things I miss your presence.. the fact that you are not gonna be sitting in that corner fiddling with the laptop and annoying the life out of me πŸ™‚ 😦 or you’re not going to be strumming your guitar or hear you sing! I miss you loads and I just wish the days would fly by so that i could touchdown and run straight into your arms…

the first time I sat on his bike πŸ™‚ love the man and his machine! miss both

It’s hard to believe that I never realized how so much a part of me you have become. I know people who are married to each other become like that…but it is now that I appreciate the blessing you are in my life πŸ™‚

There is no one who would tolerate my nakras as much as you would, the silly reasons for which i would drag you across the room only to put the spoon in the holder πŸ™‚ and the zillion other things for which I would whine,get flustered about and make a mountain out of a molehill.From drilling sense into my head to holding me when I wanted to cry you have seen me through a lot and I love you for all of it!

I know you’re lonely too,the city is big there are so many things and places that I know makes you wish we were together. I wish you were here to hug and sleep every night and tomorrow the world would be a better place coz you are around!:)

I hope and pray that the day will pass quickly and even before I know we are together again!

A year older and wiser! :) happy 26!

I love februrary..and I am most partial to anyone who celebrates their b’day’s ,anniversaries and anything special in this month. There is something romantic and magical that leaves one yearning for more. Less no of working days, the last of the cold winter days, Valentine’s day, mommy’s b’day and my b’day too! πŸ™‚ Ha! now you know the special affinity to this month? Best time to get two gift for special occasions this month! πŸ˜€

Last week I turned 26 :)!phew.. I can still go down memory lane and recollect my 16th b’day jokes apart.. time sure has flow by.. I am now ten years older from that day and like everyone else around me I am hoping I have become a bit wiser too, I am sure if you ask my mom she would say I still do the same things that i did when I was 16!:P

Compared to last year’s b’day ( being the 1st after the wedding) this one was quiet with a heart-shaped chocolates, cake to office, dinner at a rooftop restaurant and the best of it all the trip to the North of India ( post on it to follow soon) πŸ˜€ where all I did was shop, eat, travel and make loads of memories. πŸ™‚

my heart shaped chocolates πŸ™‚

So as i blew out the candles on each of those cakes( 3 of them i had) I made a few chotti si wishes to bring me good luck, happiness, loads of money so that i can travel, shop and holiday at some of the best places and celebrate many more b’days with darling hubby and loved ones!

The point of this post.. really don’t know.. maybe to show off the three b’day cakes and the heart-shaped chocolates πŸ™‚ or just a small note to self that I had a wonderful b’day! πŸ˜€

the b'day cake sent by hubby πŸ˜€

The 3rd cake for the day @ dinner πŸ™‚

365 days and the journey still continues :)

“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love”- Ernnest Hemingway

A trip is all about the experiences, the little memories you make all through the way & this is what my husband probably had in mind when our 1st wedding anniversary trip was being planned. Coz he loves me , to have planned this special journey with me!:)

Right now if you ask me, I have no recollection of how we came to agree on the bike trip but all I knew was that this was something he wanted to do and game I was for it!
There was nothing more exciting that I looked forward to than this trip becoz all I wanted it to be was a trip that both of us would remember and something through which we could relive 365 days of madness that our life has been:)

Being married to S was nothing short of an adventure and every trip that we undertook has been nothing less of it either. On a warm June we set out to explore Pondicherry, on his sweetheart (read Avenger)* & that trip turned out to be one of my best to the place coz he had booked us into a lovely resort close to Auroville, with all essentials for a night stay packed without my knowledge into a little back pack. I loved the way he had thought through the whole thing and never let me even get the faintest of idea of what he was upto…so now you get the drift of where the second trip is headed..;)

This month with our anniversary being the highlight, S wanted to make sure that nothing would spoil the journey… and hence the chosen destination Munnar. I haven’t been there and was looking to walk through the tea estates, enjoy the view of the lake, and a walk through the clouds. So all set we decided that our sweetheart* would be packed and sent to Madurai and us to follow on the night bus.
Bags packed, the phone calls home informing them about the journey, we set off, to wake up at the temple city of the south, Madurai. We weren’t quiet prepared for what awaited us in Madurai.. the fact that we assumed we would get rooms on arrival like royalty was soon broken into a million pieces. So the next best thing to do was to find the railway station and wait it out till we could pick up the bike. We freshened up at one of the relatively decent looking hotels and headed out for a quick breakfast, picked up the bike and headed to destination Munnar or so is what i thought.

This was the route that we took Madurai-Vadipatti-Batlagundu-Vatlagundu-Perumalmalai-via palani route-Ganeshpuram & finally reached Elephant Valley resort
All through the drive we passed through mountain, plains, fields, rash drivers, curious onlookers ( probably at the sight of me) and also ear marked the Dindigual Thalpakattu Biryani as a stop over luncheon spot on the return leg of the journey.

All through the ride on NH7 the mind was put to rest, there was no work pressure, there were no phone calls, no worries abt this or that.. what I didn’t know was that the Ghat roads would take my breath away.As we started the climb the curves kept getting better & with each climb the drive keeps getting better for the man behind the wheels and for the pillion rider a chance to take in the brilliance that nature had to offer.

We stopped for breaks that included stretches & photo sessions and antakshari.. which included changing the letters so that we could sing whichever song we knew.. all the while thinking a few more hours and i would reach Munnar.. as we kept finding our way asking the locals for directions, I came across this signboard which said Elephant Valley and that’s when S asked if i have any idea what it was… prompt came my reply, it’s probably a place where they keep people of my size πŸ˜› ( so much for my ability to crack a joke on myself). this got S worried as he would tell me later he just assumed I had seen right through the surprise and played all along knowing where we were headed! πŸ˜€

Soon on the last stretch we stopped to ask a local about Ganeshpuram and he just rattled all the major landmarks and gave away the location of the elephant valley! S’s face said it all and then i figured out we were headed there and yet again S told me we were only halting for lunch. Soon we reached EV and I was told we were going to spending the next two days here and that too on the tree house. Seeing my shocked expression S thought I was unhappy about the surprise and didn’t wanna stay there.. but all that happened to me was that I was overwhelmed and was coming to terms with the situation.:)

The walk to the tree house was long..we trekked across coffee plantations, a hanging bridge and the sight of the tree house was breath-taking! the interiors were done up beautifully with the sound of the river adding to the experience of living in a tree house. tastefully done up without harming the environment , it taught us also not abuse nature and live in harmony with it! And the best of it all was exploring some of the property on horse back! πŸ™‚ N S who on a regular day cannot wake up before 8 am woke up at 6:30 am to watch the sunrise and bugged me out of bed, that was the effect being in the lap of nature had on him! πŸ˜€
Once settled, we headed out to explore Kodai and to check out shopping and eating places that we had heard so much about.Slightly crowded but the ride leading upto the city was breath-taking.. for one it was chill and two the deep gorges, the tall tress, the mist. clouds all added to the beauty of the ride. We did the usual touristy stuff, walk around most of the place, go around the kodai lake which is huge and beautiful, Coakers walk which disappointed me as I didn’t get to catch a glimpse of the city that lay beneath. 😦 lesson learnt: never go there in the evenings when it’s all misty!
A sleepy city that Kodai is apart from the regular touristy stuff there ain’t anything much to do so we manged to cover most of it in a day and half.We discovered an awesome Tibetian restaurant & a pastry shop with awesome cakes, bun & what not!!

Both me and S were extremely sad that our two beautiful days of being so far away from civilization was coming to an end.. each hairpin curve down, all we could think of was why do good things come to an end so soon.

Our last pittstop was at The Gateway Hotel a sprawling property on a hill with a bird’s-eye view of Madurai, which again had a beautiful driveway leading upto the property making up for the view of the city that i missed at Kodai. πŸ™‚ after a cup of steaming hot coffee and a light snack we headed back to parcel our sweetheart back to Chennai and wait for the bus home!
Indeed it was a well deserved break and a good one at that.. on this trip I learnt that driving the ghats/ Nilgiri stretch keeda in S would never die..how many ever trips we do and he prefers silence unlike me who would love the complete opposite . S would keep giving me surprises and I would never see thru it. N lastly I could never tire from having him as my better n bitter half πŸ™‚

So this one blog is for us.. for this adventurous trip we took.. for days when either of us are low, for days when life hands us the lemons we’ll have this to read through and the millions of pictures i clicked! happy anniversary.. love you.. always! πŸ™‚

I leave you guys with a few pics.. some of my fav from the trip πŸ™‚ in no particular order

Hope you enjoy them

 

Old Monk, Pictionary, friends… & a Happy New Year!

2010 was a totally brilliant for many reasons that are already up on the blog.. I started the new year with someone who is nothing less than special, who has a brilliant sense of humour ( which even after a year has not yet rubbed on me), made peace with people who I needed to and started living life on a completely different mode altogether. Each passing day brought with it some excitement, a new thing discovered about self, about the husband, new additions to the house, travelled, got a hike and learnt that you need to take the learning’s that life offers everyday into your stride.. πŸ™‚

Through this journey of juggling my 9-7 job, a husband, self and many other things I made friends with the husband’s ever entertaining bunch of friend’s with whom there is never a dull moment. A bunch of crazy people, who love their music, food, travelling, photography, their crazy ass cocktails( sane ones and insane ones), Old Monk, Bloody Mary’s, Thumbs up ( mentioned on special request ), and most importantly they never let go off an opportunity to pull each other’s leg! πŸ˜€

They all get along like a house on fire, every get together there is a new story and then there is a repeat of the old stories for the new members … this is where me and D come into the picture…I am married to the lead vocalist of the band and D to the bassist and that leaves BB the long-standing and the only fan to be married soon to the new addition to the gang πŸ™‚

A unique mix each of them put them altogether they are nothing short of the headiest cocktail you could get. So you probably would have gotten the drift of how my new year would have been there was loads of laughter, conversations, who is to marry next and what kinda girl should they marry ( highly controversial topic ) πŸ˜‰ & various rounds of dumb charades & Pictionary with weird drawings where the opposite team instead of looking into what their own team member was drawing kept looking into ours (when it was All Play rounds) and eventually ended up guessing the wrong word coz my dear hubby misread the word! πŸ˜›

In between all this there was an irate neighbor who thought we were pounding on the floor and requested us not to, a huge stuffed toy froggie who was manhandled by almost everyone, a lost & then found wallet and lastly a car that broke down twice that were highlights of the day πŸ™‚
It was my first new year away from home where I was out partying… instead of a quiet a day at home looking back on the year. This year I broke away from tradition partied hard, had hardly any money in my wallet except for a few foreign currencies and had two of the best nights in my life!

So here’s to all of you a part of my hubby darling’s extended family…have a wonderful new year and may we have enough good luck, get together’s and happiness all of these which never run out!