Shoes, Shoes, Shoes…I love buying shoes…err ladeeez phootwear, I mean ladies footwear. I love heel sandals, yes heel sandals, although there seem to be some different name for it, but I would still prefer to call it as a sandal & heels or platforms, I just love them all.
You must know that the amount of calories that I burnt yesterday is way higher than I burn walking on the treadmill.
The shoe sale is pathetic in my city; if you have the shape, then you don’t have the color and if you have the color, then you don’t have the shape, and interestingly, if you have both the shape and the color, then you do not have the size.
Out of my flaunting 15 footwear, I broke 3 and now I am desperately looking out for some new footwear to fill the space in my shoe stand.
I don’t know why but my fetish for handbags has come to a stop. The handbags are no more attracting me or maybe I am not getting attracted to the latest additions in all the boutiques across my city (one and the same thing, I know).
Nothing more to add on, I hope I get the right pair of footwear I have been so long looking for. Nothing makes me happier when I find what I am looking for and nothing makes me unhappy when I get what I was looking for and then my want to have something superior mounts.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Tales of the fittest
Date: January 31, 2010
Venue: K.N.P.
Occasion: Mixed breed for adoption
Organizers: Blue Cross Society
Participants: Animal lovers
Hey people, I too went there with a mindset that I will Not bring a puppy home. I love dogs, but right now I don’t see them in my present, I mean I haven’t planned on getting a dog.
I reached the venue at 11 am and by then 23 pups had already been adopted. It was a wonderful feeling to see my city’s generous response to this noble cause. People of all ages and groups were there. Right outside K.N.P, the dog shelters were created where pups were kept and on the opposite side of the road were the vaccination and medical counters. Twins Luke and Lucy were also up for adoption. The organizers did not wish to separate them and it was a tough choice for the participants. I mean, people wanted to adopt them, but just one of them. I sincerely hope that somebody adopted them yesterday.
I too have stories of three survivors to share:
Pearl – A mixed breed pup saved by my nephew and my sister-in-law about a year and a half ago. She was less than a month old when her mother and rest of the siblings died of hunger. Akshat and Renu found her crying near some bushes. People had tried to help her by giving her milk and biscuits to eat, but she was too young to do anything by herself. Renu bought her home under the pretext that she will lend her to the dog welfare society, but instead chose to keep her as she and Pearl got deeply attached to each other.
Twinkle – Another addition to Renu’s family. She is 3 months old and was found in a pool of blood near the society gate. She was run over by a speeding call center cab. Twinkle has recently been operated and can now walk on her hind leg, which was injured in the accident.
Fitsu – A new addition in Renu’s family. He brother’s car ran over him leaving his badly injured. Fitsu was bleeding internally by the time my brother bought him to the hospital. The vet said if Fitsu survives the night then he may survive further. My brother was there the whole night putting medicines in Fitsu’s nose. He bought Fitsu home the next day. He named him Fitsu as the pup is both a fighter and a survivor. Fitsu will soon be adopted.
Venue: K.N.P.
Occasion: Mixed breed for adoption
Organizers: Blue Cross Society
Participants: Animal lovers
Hey people, I too went there with a mindset that I will Not bring a puppy home. I love dogs, but right now I don’t see them in my present, I mean I haven’t planned on getting a dog.
I reached the venue at 11 am and by then 23 pups had already been adopted. It was a wonderful feeling to see my city’s generous response to this noble cause. People of all ages and groups were there. Right outside K.N.P, the dog shelters were created where pups were kept and on the opposite side of the road were the vaccination and medical counters. Twins Luke and Lucy were also up for adoption. The organizers did not wish to separate them and it was a tough choice for the participants. I mean, people wanted to adopt them, but just one of them. I sincerely hope that somebody adopted them yesterday.
I too have stories of three survivors to share:
Pearl – A mixed breed pup saved by my nephew and my sister-in-law about a year and a half ago. She was less than a month old when her mother and rest of the siblings died of hunger. Akshat and Renu found her crying near some bushes. People had tried to help her by giving her milk and biscuits to eat, but she was too young to do anything by herself. Renu bought her home under the pretext that she will lend her to the dog welfare society, but instead chose to keep her as she and Pearl got deeply attached to each other.
Twinkle – Another addition to Renu’s family. She is 3 months old and was found in a pool of blood near the society gate. She was run over by a speeding call center cab. Twinkle has recently been operated and can now walk on her hind leg, which was injured in the accident.
Fitsu – A new addition in Renu’s family. He brother’s car ran over him leaving his badly injured. Fitsu was bleeding internally by the time my brother bought him to the hospital. The vet said if Fitsu survives the night then he may survive further. My brother was there the whole night putting medicines in Fitsu’s nose. He bought Fitsu home the next day. He named him Fitsu as the pup is both a fighter and a survivor. Fitsu will soon be adopted.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Marry or not to marry
Not that I am hooked to the serial 12/24 Karol baag, but Simmo’s episode has taken a sharp turn and has become a hot topic everywhere. Simmo an unmarried 30 something girl is a prick to everyone’s eye. She is fat and a plain-Jane and her parents are finding it difficult to find a “suitable” match for her. Simmo is the eldest of the four siblings and her younger brother tied knot with his newly found rich brat girlfriend, who for some reasons doesn’t like her husband’s small house, his parents, and his unmarried sisters. Although, Simmo was engaged sometime back to a chauvinist pig, but thanks to Abhi (the rich brat girlfriend’s younger brother) a 20 something boy, Simmo could save her life.
As the episodes unfolded, we find Simmo and Abhi fallen in love. Simmo’s mother is tormented, but Simmo’s father and youngest sister fully support’s her decision of marrying a boy who is eight odd years younger to her. Simmo’s mother has a different take, like all mothers she too fears about the consequences that may arise if Simmo marries a kid. She may find it difficult to marry off her other daughters. She is also worried about how the society would react. The society reacts as the neighborhood watch dogs and cats arrive at Simmo’s house and show their anger by pelting stones at her house. They are against her marriage to a kid and unanimously agree that Simmo is the culprit.
Picture this in your own lives; you are a woman in your late 20’s and early 30’s and you are single. You hear statements like “Why are you still single?” or “The age is just right, marry now else stay single forever” during conversations with friends, family members, and neighbors too. The neighborhood watch dog act is not very prominent in the West than it is in the North. People are worried about who drops you home, what time do you come in and leave home, why are you not married yet, when are you planning to do so, when are you planning to start a family, when are you planning for your next child, and so on. We all do this knowing or unknowingly, we all are so habitual of being bothered about how the other person lives than ourselves. I too have shown my concerns about a friend’s lover boy. She too was Seven years older to him. All of us counseled her for a year to leave him, but she strongly held on to him. Finally, he left her on his mother’s request. Usually mothers do not want their sons to marry a girl who is 7 years older to them. She was shattered beyond consolation.
Somebody I know was pushed into an unwanted marriage. She was touching 40 and was not inclined to get married. She had a flourishing career and was happy to be single. But, family, friends, and society feared that she may die alone with no companion to share her feelings. So, she was married off (against her will) to some aged A&&H*&^E. Today, they have separate lives, the son is with the mother and is totally out of control, but they are still Man and Wife.
Why do people worry about everyone else, but themselves? Fine, I will turn 60 alone with no one to turn too and share my feelings with, but the truth could be that I do not want to share my feelings with anyone even when I turn 80!! How does everyone except I know what I want?
Now, I want to see what would Simmo, will she bow down to her ailing mother’s condition or the society’s pressure, or would she keep her head held high, nose touching the sky and do what she wants to do and whatever that makes her happy and I think some news channel will definitely flash her decision in their Breaking News section.
As the episodes unfolded, we find Simmo and Abhi fallen in love. Simmo’s mother is tormented, but Simmo’s father and youngest sister fully support’s her decision of marrying a boy who is eight odd years younger to her. Simmo’s mother has a different take, like all mothers she too fears about the consequences that may arise if Simmo marries a kid. She may find it difficult to marry off her other daughters. She is also worried about how the society would react. The society reacts as the neighborhood watch dogs and cats arrive at Simmo’s house and show their anger by pelting stones at her house. They are against her marriage to a kid and unanimously agree that Simmo is the culprit.
Picture this in your own lives; you are a woman in your late 20’s and early 30’s and you are single. You hear statements like “Why are you still single?” or “The age is just right, marry now else stay single forever” during conversations with friends, family members, and neighbors too. The neighborhood watch dog act is not very prominent in the West than it is in the North. People are worried about who drops you home, what time do you come in and leave home, why are you not married yet, when are you planning to do so, when are you planning to start a family, when are you planning for your next child, and so on. We all do this knowing or unknowingly, we all are so habitual of being bothered about how the other person lives than ourselves. I too have shown my concerns about a friend’s lover boy. She too was Seven years older to him. All of us counseled her for a year to leave him, but she strongly held on to him. Finally, he left her on his mother’s request. Usually mothers do not want their sons to marry a girl who is 7 years older to them. She was shattered beyond consolation.
Somebody I know was pushed into an unwanted marriage. She was touching 40 and was not inclined to get married. She had a flourishing career and was happy to be single. But, family, friends, and society feared that she may die alone with no companion to share her feelings. So, she was married off (against her will) to some aged A&&H*&^E. Today, they have separate lives, the son is with the mother and is totally out of control, but they are still Man and Wife.
Why do people worry about everyone else, but themselves? Fine, I will turn 60 alone with no one to turn too and share my feelings with, but the truth could be that I do not want to share my feelings with anyone even when I turn 80!! How does everyone except I know what I want?
Now, I want to see what would Simmo, will she bow down to her ailing mother’s condition or the society’s pressure, or would she keep her head held high, nose touching the sky and do what she wants to do and whatever that makes her happy and I think some news channel will definitely flash her decision in their Breaking News section.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Randomly unclear - Nothing new
I have managed to offend an entire team today by sending my lovely feelings to them in a cold-bloodedly drafted email. I hate to be feared as a rude person, but I can’t help it, where things have to be done there things have to be done, no matter what. I am not proud of what I have done and in fact feeling very low about it as a few them in that team is my friends, we gel warmly. But, I shouldn’t be feeling bad as whatever I did was professional and there was nothing personal about it. The email was not pointed to a person, but to the entire team.
You know what; I get very irritated with those who never tell me what the real issue is, but keep sitting on their huge arses assuming that I know everything, but still pretending to be naïve. Bloody hell!!
By the way, if you ever read this - Good to know you are still alone and rottening!!
Month end is round the corner---woo!! Going through the trauma of being broke in the first half of the month.
You know what; I get very irritated with those who never tell me what the real issue is, but keep sitting on their huge arses assuming that I know everything, but still pretending to be naïve. Bloody hell!!
By the way, if you ever read this - Good to know you are still alone and rottening!!
Month end is round the corner---woo!! Going through the trauma of being broke in the first half of the month.
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