A salute to my fellow Pundits….

I write this blog as a tribute to my colleagues at my office at ‘Pigtail Pundits’. I’m going to miss you guys like crazy! All the times where we have spent all our working time working and joking around. But I want to thank each and every one of you! Without you’ll, my working at Pigtail would have been such a bore! 

To my darling Trupti. Our friendship means a hell lot to me! Our time at KC and here proves that we are not only good class mates or co-workers! It also means that our “relationship” has gone to the next level. All the times of sitting and gossiping and backstabbing “YOU-KNOW-WHO”. Without you, the top floor was just quiet! I’m sorry for all the times shish and me have pulled your leg or played our stupid spanking games! But you know we will miss all this. Oh! and your ‘HOT-BAI’S’ bhaji. :P even though you are the baby of the office, I love you for your openness and straight-forwardness . You are the best ever! I can’t wait to work with you again baby! :)

To Shishir. I can’t stop laughing to think how much fun you and I have had! Being my next door neighbor at work! (and I mean literally for the fact of being in the next booth). I’ll miss you and me making Trupti our number one target! Especially with all that vodka and whiskey! And your mom’s vegetable pulao! OMG! No one cooks that amazingly, ever! And whenever I look at dhaniya I will always think of you! :D thank you for showing me that I’m not the only person in this world who thinks that pulling out dandruff from one’s head is not disgusting! And for teaching me how to do my own eyebrows my pulling out my eyebrow hair with my own fingers. Thank you for taking up all the boring work that I could never do! And I will try my best to put your name in the Guinness book of world records for creating the most number of headlines for SEO work. And I know my dabba cloth will not be there anymore for your daily picnics! I’ll miss you and tupu so much! And never forget my theory about tea bags! 

To Chetu. You are the best designer I know! I wish you the best in life always! I will never, ever forget your moms pickle rice. All the times I stole your dabba just to eat that one dish your mom used to send every once a week. And the amount of PASS-PASS you have fed all of us! I will never forget your naps on the stairs and your drugged looks at us after lunch! Your wagging tongue. LOL!!!! Believe me, if I could work with you guys again in other firms, I would do it in a heartbeat! The Amul Shrikhand business will never go out of business as long as you are alive. But I still want to know how you maintain that figure!? It will always be a mystery! 

To Rohini! You amaze me! You are Wonder Woman in your own way. Your guts to face any fight, your way to use a touch phone. The amount of chapattis your mom sends! And the rajma! Shishir, tupu, you guys would agree, right? You are one bad ass female whom I totally love! Be this awesome always! Daddy is so proud of you :D. and don’t wash your hair everyday! Remember my words. You look awesome. Don’t lose any more weight. You have a figure to die for.  Thank you for all the rotis you have gotten us as a filler whenever we have run out of them. And the many cakes you have got to office and we have stolen away from you. Thank you teaching me how to cheat and chat in office.

To sandy. I would have never known this much about hookahs and trance music if I never met you. The amount of chewing gum you have given all of us will suffice us till the end of the world. And the aam acchaar from the canteen! I WILL NEVER EVER FORGET IT THANKS TO YOU! 

To Praful. I will never forget the potato bhaji and fried potatoes! Your moms prawns rice and jam lunches! Thank you so much for joking in the office always. And your never ending list of girlfriends! I hope you find Miss.Right :D. Don’t worry, she is out there! 

I wish all of you the best of luck in your futures and I hope we will all work together soon someday! I love you guys. I will miss our gossip sessions on the stairs and out in the gardens about our usual topics and bitching about the ASS. For all the sandwiches and bhel plates, coffees and biscuits, walks to the atms and running for the trains. You guys have made my first working months memories. You guys are always awesome! You made me smile in my 7 months here. You have been my family and home away from home. I hope you guys feel the same that I do. I love you guys always….

As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
From whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

Season of Love, Love, Love…… :)

                                               

I recently attended a wedding of a close friend’s sister. It was my first time attending a wedding alone. I couldn’t imagine the outcome that would have happened on that day, owing to the fact that I wouldn’t know anyone. But the fact of donning a formal kurta and buckling up my 3 and a half inch heels delighted me to the fullest. I rarely dress up. My profession puts me in a binding contract of dressing comfortably. To all those who come from the line of advertising, you would agree with me about the fact that formals are definitely not our style. According to me, the bigger the pants, the better. The baggier the kurta, made of the thinnest cotton/linen, the more fabulous it would be to dress up!

But, back to the wedding. It was a full blown out gujju soirée. So for the fact that it was an Indian wedding, I was banned from dolling up in my skirt or dresses so I wouldn’t scandalize the gujju aunties and show off some leg. After all, they would just think that the daughter of the devil would have walked in an runaway with their beloved sons. No offense to gujju boys (I have a lot of them as friends). Oh man! I can actually envision the whole thing happening in my head! 

It’s a total Karan Johar movie. The girl walks into the reception hall, with layers of makeup, the un-believable heel size (and I mean hooker sized shoes, with the ugly platform on the front foot)and whore-ish black V-neck dress that shoes off too much cleavage or just plain stuffed up flat breast or a very bad botched up boob job. And then she walks in, and the band breaks into song. Then magically she appears on stage and dances away. Is there anything more that I have to say? I think your own imagination can do the rest. Now my lovely gujju aunties, do you think that such a temptress could steal away your cocooned son? I’m sorry if I’m sounding stupid, but I really found this funny!

And I’ve steered away from the topic, again! It happens with me. I’m sorry :D.  Well to begin with, I couldn’t go home and change after my job, because I get over late. So the only option was to dress up at 9 am and leave. To be honest, I was excited to adorn my outfit. It makes me feel like a girl sometimes. But what I didn’t expect or brace myself for, was the trapped feeling I would experience. Every day I wear kurta pants to my job. Not to be confused with salwar pants, kurta pants are the ‘harim’ or genie pants. They are loose and when one wears them, they warm up to the feeling that the world is their oyster. 

So the tight chudidaar pants were prison! Yes they look pretty and yes they accentuate the shape of a woman’s leg, showing off the curves and the ankles and yes they look super sexy when you wear heels to accompany them! But they can top torture when it comes to spending over 12 hours wearing them! Right from 9am to 11pm. But that’s not the only drama that unfolded on that day. I ripped the sleeve of my very pretty kurta, managed to tear the bustier too and got my hair tangled in as many knots as possible. And my hair brush didn’t help much either. I think if I had pulled any harder on that day, I would have had my ripped scalp in my hands :). Sorry for the gruesome details  darlings :P

 

I work at Goregaon and the ‘shaadi’ was at Charni road. I was looking forward to attending this, so the commute of about 20kms didn’t bother me that much. But the agony began when I put on my heels. Ladies, you would agree the price of pain that comes with beauty. I decided to don on my pretty golden heels at charni road station and walked to the venue since it was just a stone’s throw away from there. I walked and nearly fell, and walked some more :O. And I finally reached my destination. The entrance was beautiful. The flowers lining the main entrance, the chandeliers that hung from the top, the lights made it all look like fairytale land. The wedding was beautiful. The only off part was when I had to fight off 1500 people to even get a morsel of food. No offense! But I had the time of my life when I met all my old friends there! A close friend of mine has termed me as ‘Gossip Girl’. Aptly named after the series, not for the dressing mind you because I’m a total opposite of that, but the fact of the amount I chat and gossip with my friends too much. 

But at the end of the day, I had a fun time. Be it the pain or the agony, somehow a wedding can make you forget everything. The smile on a couples face which not only radiates happiness, but also, most importantly Love. It just makes you want to smile too, doesn’t it? The way the bride blushes whenever her husband looks at her. All that love! It makes me nervous to think that all of everyone’s attention will be on you for one day! You won’t even be in the limelight that much on may be your kids wedding day or not even on the day you probably find the cure for AIDS (OK, maybe you might just be world famous on that day, if you ever find the cure. I’m no one to judge :)). 

This proves that love does conquer all. Be it any kind of pain or suffering, emotional or physical, nothing lifts a person’s spirit like a wedding that is filled with love. I’ll end this blog with the perfect lyrics of the song ‘Season of Love’ by ‘Shiny toy guns’:

Maybe it's all around to see
If we try
And maybe it's been inside of me
All this time
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love