With a day to go we will be entering into the last month of the year and to be honest the year just flew by. I know that sounds cliched but that's the fact. Ever since we have grown up the years just fly past. I remember as a kid I used to wait for the year to pass but it wouldn't and now I want it to slow down but it doesn't. That's how life is.
As a Kid I wanted to work, earn & enjoy life and now as an adult when I am working & earning I yearn for time to enjoy life and for that I don't want to work but still want money! Bloody confused I am sounding! All these thoughts keep crossing my mind specially when Arnav keeps wishing the year to end soon so that he can go to the Uppar ki class! *rolls eyes* poor fellow doesn't know what he is wishing for. Gone will be the days of araam when his proper studies will begin. But right now its all fun and games for him :)
Fun & games reminds me of the weekend. We had a roller coaster & eventful weekend. On one hand we experienced The Mumbai MonoRail and though the experience of travelling in it was akin to a roller coaster but it wasn't bad as a tourist. As a daily commuter I don't know how useful it really is.
And the biggest adventure of the weekend was the dropping of my mobile phone in a bucketful of water. As soon as it took a dip my heart too took a dip. I duly turned it off and kept it under the sun to dry. Later pushed it inside the rice box and miraculously it has been working fine. I can not thank God enough for the small mercies.
I also went ahead and got myself lighter by cutting my hair from shoulder length to boy cut and have been answering the obvious question, "you had a haircut"? with, "no I forgot my wig at home".
But the best came from a senior colleague who stopped by and said, "you look different, what have you done?" I mean I was dumbstruck! From Shoulder length to boy cut and he couldn't figure out what I had done. He went to the pantry, came back stood for few minutes before Einstein made an appearance, "aah! You had a hair cut!" MEN!
Men reminds me of how hubby made me wear deep pink dupatta on a light pink salwar and assured its ok. When I went to the lift I had to rush back to change the dress (the original matching duppatta is lost somewhere in the mess that I call "wardrobe"). Little later when I came out wearing a peach dupatta with a peach chooridar he couldn't figure out the how I could tolerate the color difference in the current set! As far as I know there was no color difference! :P Men!
I can write a thesis in Men and still it would me incomplete!