Cheers to greener pastures!!!

green grass

There is something to be said about living with a careless abandon. During one of our everything-under-the-sky chats, my colleague mentioned living like a nomad and that one comment brought an onslaught of memories from my days of living like a nomad.

My so-called nomadic exploits began with my shift to Mumbai for my graduation. Ofcourse I wasn’t a nomad in the correct sense of the word but more like a carefree girl with little responsibilities and no home cooked food. 🙂

Greater part of my graduation days were spent in living in dump in a government hostel and it was more Dharavi-style than nomadic. However, rat infestations and cat dumps aside, Mumbai was my first venture out of my safety cocoon at home. The first year was filled with my baby-steps into this “careless abandon”. The responsible nerd in me was slowly being replaced by a girly, gossipy, college girl who was loving the hustle and bustle of a big city. Over the 3 years, as I shifted homes, hostels, and friends, I realized I am not the trinket collecting types. I collected memories, both good and bad. I collected lots of life lessons by stumbling head-first into troubles and also by leading people out of some.

The second-phase of my nomadic lifestyle came when I joined work after my MBA. I was once again back in Mumbai and this time, (supposedly) more wise. Now I had my own money to splurge and splurge I did, big time – dinner parties, movies, concerts, plays, shopping sprees and some memorable trips with friends.

My time in Mumbai meant never having to worry about cooking or cleaning the house or not having to worry about anyone/anything. Given that I met my husband during my MBA and that we were slated to tie the knot soon, my careless abandon phase came to an end and I moved on to greener pastures :).

My time in Mumbai probably seemed very appealing and I appreciated that phase of my life because that time had an expiration date. If it would have been my state of affairs till eternity then I would have probably spent my life pining for the married-status. You see, grass is always greener on the other side.

Having crossed over to the greener side, I sometimes look over at the other side and wonder was that greener or is this greener? I couldn’t answer that question with a 100% certainty until today. I think it is not the grass that changes color, it is me who is coloring the grass greener with my exploits and intentions.  And no matter which side I am on, if I choose, I can surely color it greener right where I am standing.

Thanks VK for helping me realize this :).

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Styled for a second-look!!!

This post is my expression of style for the ‘A Style Of My Own’ blogger contest by Women’s Web and Trishla emart


Style

A chunky bangle/bracelet with a plain, old ratty t-shirt and jeans!

Green hip-hop shoes with khaki shorts!

A red-lipped smile with a mellow-colored dress!

This is my style!

I don’t dress to impress nor do I dress to stand-out. I dress to garner a second-look from people around me. Because I believe, just like first impressions, first look isn’t  enough to start a conversation/relationship out of thin air. I believe, a second look creates more interest and a kind of curiosity in the other person to know you better.

I was never a fashion-oriented person,  being too busy working 12-14 hours a day, I’d just throw  on something formal and rush out the door.  But over the last year, as I moved cities, gave-up full-time work and the bureaucratic mad-dash to a finish line (that’s nowhere in sight) I found the time to find myself and discover my likes/dislikes. I am still exploring this side of me and my self-expression through my clothes. But, on this exploration journey I don’t want to overhaul my wardrobe every few months and bankrupt my husband. And so I try some of these short-cuts to feel new and save some bucks:

  • While scouring a sale I found this very cute but very short skirt which was dirt cheap.  I knew I would never wear something so short so I turned it into a tube top. Now I team it up with a shrug/jacket/shawl depending on the place/occasion.
  • Whenever I get tired of my old bracelets and bangles, I wrap around a chain on my wrist, gives me a sense of novelty and I like small pendants dangling from my wrist, gives me the feeling of wearing a charm bracelet 🙂
  • On the other hand, whenever I am tired of an old bangle (bracelets wont work,  but bangles will be great) but don’t wanna let it go, I string it in a thick thread or chain and wear it around my neck. All you need is a colorful  thread and bangle and it brightens up a plain dress or t-shirt.
  • Am not a big fan of sweaters but am always freezing in malls and theaters. So my style-fix for such situations is wrapping a scarf on one of my wrists. This keeps me warm when I’m strolling and in the theater I untie the scarf and cover up my shoulders.

If you have any such style short-cuts please do share with me. I’m sure my husband will be very glad to see me try such short-cuts as he will be saved a trip to the mall every time I wanna feel new and renewed  🙂

Sappy and Predictable Endings!

happy ending

What’s with happy endings. Right from the start of every movie and every book, I know that in the end everything is going to be alright but still I get upset when the characters go through a bad patch and I get equally (some people would argue even more) excited as the characters when the happy ending comes.

Even though I know that every movie or book is going to have one of the standard endings – Boy-girl fall in love, then some fights, ego struggles and the in the end some major epiphany from the protagonists and alls well OR hero chasing some criminals, meets his gal under cover, fights off the hooligans, saves the damsel in distress and on the way realizes his love for her and as end credits roll in he’s driving away with the pretty lady in a nice car.

No matter what the story (read cliche), I go through the entire journey of the characters, their ups and downs and I savor the happy ending and most of the times, I come out of the movie theater with tears in my eyes.

I guess, in the end, happy endings, no matter how ever unbelievable, just make me feel good about life and add fuel to my ever-filmy imagination 🙂