House Hunting and Sleeping in the Car

First of all, I HATE house hunting. It hurts my legs, especially when I am wearing heels. It hurts my neck, from all the sleeping in the car. And its just plain boring to look at house after house after house!!!!
Secondly, I LOVE Einaudi and Eluveitie. Ok...I don't know why I put that there, but I just wanted to mention it. And they are awesome to listen to during the train journey from CST to Chembur.
I don't really have much to write. But I am waiting for food to come. I have this huge craving for Mughlai food. So that's why we are having roomali rotis and some chicken and some vegetable prep.
Too much of a foodie I am becoming... sigh :( what to do?
The other day I had these awesome Vada Paus from Jumbo king. Very spicy, but so very tasty.
Anyway, my stomach is grumbling now. I have work to do. Why does work never end?
I've decided. I am retiring at 40 and getting married. That's it. And Maybe adopting one of those cute Hutch Dogs. Or a bear that looks like Balloo. Whichever's available.
Its cold today. Its cold almost everyday. Maybe its coz of the sea. The sound of the sea against the sound of the keyboard with Einaudi playing is the most awesome sound mix EVER!!!!!
Ah well, I should get back to work. And so should all of you who are wasting time looking at my blog.

I have nothing new to say
I have work to do today
I am hungry as ever
This poem ain't so clever

More of rhymes, less of thought
Ideas? I got naught
I could write about Einaudi
But I got nothing. Si?

Ah well, I will around the house prance
Maybe watch, Dance India Dance
Maybe the food will come fast too
And I won't have to bore you

I finally finish this poem and the post
Reading this you fell off asleep at the most
Hopefully you won't come after me with a dagger
I leave thee to peace, xoxo, The Rambler

Need to remember I have a first class train pass

The other day, I was supposed to go to my office. I hadn't been to my office for quite some days and hence promptly forgot that I had a first class pass to that station.
The going to office train ride was pretty OK. I mean I got into the second class, but I got in at the terminal station, so I got a window seat and all.
But the coming back journey. Oh god...Please don't ever make me forget that I have a first class pass. I got poked and pushed and shoved and I was carrying a heavy laptop!!!!!
I have no idea whose toes I stepped on or who I did all of the above actions to. But then again the very women who had shoved me into the inner depths of the train regretted it (HAH!!!!)
Anyway, I got a seat the moment the train started. So that was pretty cool and I really wanted to smirk and put my tongue out and say "That's for poking me lady"
But being the nice, good mannered girl that I am, I stayed put and tried calling my mom who for some reason kept on cutting my call before I finished saying whatever thing I wanted to say. I know I can be a bit boring at times but NOT THAT BORING! (I found out later, she couldn't get signal, so all is forgiven :P)
Apart from this, train has also improved my hitherto non understandable Hindi. YAY!!!
I bet I can speak better Hindi than Malvika. :P Maybe not as fast, but definitely better.
In other news, Nadal is out of the Australian Open and so are my hopes of seeing a Rafa Slam. Dammit, why did he have to catch that stupid flu... >.<
Extremely depressed I am today. Have been hugging Balloo and Bambi since it happened. Not that I don't do otherwise. Its just that I have a reason now to do so now. :)
Anyway, I shall be off.
Waiting for the Rafa Slam and my next train journey
xoxo
The Rambler

GOSSIP GIRL STARTS AGAIN

Ah well,
Gossip Girl starts again. I can finally get some Chuck again.
Just had to mention it.
Should work.
Waiting for Charles Bass
xoxo
The Rambler

Sadly, the laws of Physics apply to me

Well,
I have started office and I have been busy with work…Doesn’t it show? I have been posting much less lately… Ah well, I ain’t that busy. It’s just that I have been travelling by trains and I get terribly tired.
Anyway, fun things have been happening in my life. And fun things don’t refer to my orange nail paint. It refers to actual fun things. I have been hanging out with my friend Prajju and been going phoenixing. Oh yeah…I am promoting Phoenix Mills. I LOVE THAT PLACE.
And then I went Bandra… but I didn’t go crazy and buy everything I could. Partly because of my awesome restraint and partly because I ran out of money. And then Prajju and I discovered that we weren’t half as bad at bargaining. We got shoes worth 450 bucks for 150 bucks. Actually when the guy agreed, we were kinda taken aback and looked at him questioningly. But hey… we are improving. The other day out with my cousin Mimi, I bought a red pendant with a chain and “I” bargained and brought its price down from 220 to 100. I don’t think I’ve seen my mom so proud. Not even when I stood first in class. :)
Oh, I just read the beginning of this post and I remembered my fall out of the train. My first day on the train from Churchgate to Lower Parel. I was supposed to get down at Lower Parel. I knew about inertia. I understood the physics perfectly in my head. And yet, when I was supposed to get down at the station, I assumed I was immune to those laws. And what was supposed to happen did happen. I fell out. In hindsight the sight was damn funny. But I was soooo embarrassed at that moment. I had this brown white patch on my new Allen Solly pants and I was flat on the ground with a laptop on my back. A sardarji and a lady in the train looking at me and I suppose thinking what an idiot of a girl. You know what, the worst part was that the compartment was empty and I had fallen out of the train because of stupid dreamy me.
Anyway, moral of the story: “DON”T THINK LAWS OF PHYSICS ARE GOING TO BE IMPARTIAL TO YOU”.
Ah well, atleast I wait nowadays before alighting.
I couldn’t even tell my parents else all my train trips would’ve been cancelled.
Gladly, my mom did not notice the stain on my new pants. :)
Anyway, travelling by trains is fun. The other day, I almost witnessed a cat fight between this old lady and a college girl over the aisle seat. I am just happy to get a seat. I don’t care which one it is. I prefer windows though. The wind in your face…too good. Must’ve been a bitch in my previous life. :P
In other news, we have been house hunting. Our landlord’s thrown us out since he wants to sell his house off. He must definitely be crazy. Has he even looked at the house? The view? Moron.
Anyway, so we have been house hunting with “Louly ome”. That’s how our real estate agent pronounces “Lovely Home”. Anyway, the guy is hell bent on us making this old building our new home. I don’t like it. Is too flashy. Looks like a hotel. But, what the hell? I am hardly at home. So it is upto mummy to decide. I JUST DON’T WANNA LEAVE CUFFE PARADE. I like the strong breeze in the lobby. And I like South Bombay. I like Marine Drive and I like looking at the sea and Queen’s Necklace before I go to sleep. And snooty as it may sound, I like saying Cuffe Parade. ARGHHHH.
Anyway, this has been a long post. I should go do some work. There is justin beiber playing at my work place. Someone’s ring tone. Blah. He seems to be more girly than me. Beiber that is. I don’t even know who owns the ring tone.
BTW, Rachana...you owe me two treats :P. And Sneha, Pls get me some gossip. I am dying here!!!!!
Waiting for the new house and a train ride back home
xoxo
The Rambler

nothing much

Well...I don't really have anything to say right now as I wait for Castle to download. But I thought I might as well as write something to my neglected blog.
But then I don't know what to write... Has to be random I guess.
Ever noticed, a mind is never free of thoughts? At least mine is always thinking something... ALL THE TIME!!!!
I wonder what it would feel like to have an empty mind....my guess is dead. :)
Ah well...2 more minutes to go till I stop.
This post however isn't my shortest... So that's an achievement.
Accha... BYE now
Till we meet again
xoxo
The Rambler

just coz I love him :P

xoxo

The Rambler

blair waldorf and victoria beckham

These are a  few of my favorite things... :)

The second dress I absolutely adore. I wish I had it. But if wishes came true, I would be driving in my Bugatti with a hot Italian guy next to me...

But for now, looking at these dresses will suffice. And re watching old episodes of gossip girl to see some vintage Charles Bartholomew Bass, knows to his fans as Chuck Bass... Sigh

Anyway, I shall talk about my lack of the weekly dose of chuck in some other post.

Till then, here are a few of my favorite things: 

Hope you like like these dresses as much as I do

Waiting to get that beige Victoria Beckham dress

xoxo

The Rambler

crazy week

Its been crazy...this week. Next week is going to be even more crazy...sigh :(

Don't have much to write. Don't have the time either. Got a headache. Have to take a bath.

Am tired... But have applications to finish, exams to give, essays to write, results to get.

BAD BAD time

on top of that...my horoscope says I am getting fat...Must be true...Am staying away from the hostel food at home. 

Life's good, Life's bad

Not just a passing fad

Maybe it'll be better tomorrow

Right now, I need a soft sweet pillow

Maybe a hot water shower

To give this tired body some power

I feel like a squished fruit

that has been walked over with a boot

A boot with high heels

Boot that keels

Yes, I am tired, as you can see

I think I should go and pee

Let me now go and find a tumbler

xoxo, The Rambler

a little sad

Well...i got to know something that I don't particularly like and therefore as you guessed, I am sad. I don't think anyone out there in the world is reading my blog, so why not mope on this itself.
Sometimes, actually its quite a lot with me. But sometimes, you wish for something, you want it with as much heart as you could possibly want it with. But, you don't achieve it. You don't get what you want. You've failed in your eyes. What does one do then?
Failing in someone else's eyes... one can pick oneself up and move on. But what about when you fail in your own eyes? You can't just pick yourself and move on. Coz you will still know...you have failed.
I write in times like these. Its cathartic. Its soothing. Relieves that fire.
Sometimes I think I set out impossible goals for myself. I don't achieve what I want to know. I don't get the results I desire.
As the saying goes, "Everything happens for the best". I wanna ask if someone can show me where and when will the best happen to me? How long does one have to wait till one gets to experience "best" ?
Maybe I am whiny right now or maybe philosophical. Maybe two days down the line I might regret writing this and even delete it. Or maybe 5 years down the line I might look at this and think about the comfort it is giving me now. Either way, it is going to get a response out of me.
And then there the uncertainty associated with grief...all kinds. What if? What if the moment I turn away none of this would've happened and everything will be good again and happy? What if I can roll time back? So many What Ifs? And no solutions.
Maybe I take the role of a rambler too seriously some times. I have work to do, and yet, here I am. Sitting and moping about something that has happened and something I have to deal with. I just want to be able to make myself give up hope. The world is a simpler place to live in if hope weren't present. Maybe hope brings faith, but it brings disappointment also to the unfortunates.
Till I experience no hope
xoxo
The Rambler