Natasha and Nyla

Me, all radiant about being photographed together with my favorite RJ (or one of them at least). Nyla, on the other hand, smiling though it is a smile mixed with disappointment; for having to turn back & not knowing the fate of a trip, one for which they personally gave publicity & put in a lot of effort. With all plans now uncertain, the prospect of having to face over a 100 puzzled passengers drains the enthusiasm out of that chirpy girl.


This photograph was taken in the airport bus on our way from the aircraft to the transit lounge.

While I say the glass is half full - meeting with all the RJ’s, the RJ’s themselves can’t help but see the glass as half empty for what were plans for a much-awaited party that suddenly went awry – just a snag from getting materialized.

I say Three Cheers to the presenters of HIT 96.7 fm for handling an unforeseen situation well.

World Cup Memories

I am guessing lots of other bloggers will be posting articles related to the FIFA World Cup, and for that very reason I didn't want to post one myself. But anyway, I decided to write about the first thing that came to my mind when I was thinking of the World Cup in 2002, the one in Korea.

Well, it was the one with the CYBERGS. I watched some of the matches at Chicku's place, with the gang, the gang being Merls, Seema, Angela, Abid, Chicku, Sanil, Thaj, Derwi and occasionally Riaz. And I watched the finals at my neighbor, Sandhya's place.

Yeah, I don't have too many memories associated with world cup or football.

Men in formals

I can’t begin to describe how handsome and appealing men are in formals. Neatly pressed shirts worn with a pair of perfectly creased trousers, spotlessly shining shoes, gel set hair on a clean-shaven face; they appear so well groomed, well mannered & chivalrous!! Yet they often set out to woo girls donning the latest in-trend casuals - jeans & tees in their scruffy macho look.

The first time I acknowledged Supin’s good looks was when I saw him in formals (I think for IT fest). Then again later on the farewell day for the 2001 batch, I got to see a lot of gentlemen.

Thanju’s always been the cute guy with flirtatious eyes and a smile that leaves no girl unaffected. For such a guy, I went beyond falling flat when I saw him in formals. Guys look so business-like, so much more handsome - their best in formals, I wonder how that is so.

In my opinion, Isaf is not so much of a good looker, but when I saw him all set for his interview last summer, I must say, formals did its wonders. What is it? Is it that they look smart or maybe intellectual? Perhaps, it’s the fact that they look more mature that appeals to me most.

Majority of the times I’ve met Supin at Burjuman center, he’s appeared in formals. But last Thursday when I met him he was dressed casually, which somehow didn't appeal that much. The rare occasions when I see Isaf in office attire, I like it better than his normal Adidas track pants, tees, shoes & shades. Thanju, the sweetheart, gets my full attention during his after-office visits rather than our frequent family meets.

Inverse Proportionality

Law I:
My parents’ enthusiasm in marrying me off inversely proportional to my wanting to get married
Law II:
My wanting to get married inversely proportional to my appearance

Explanation:

Ironic to think that in 2004 when my parents were hell bent on marrying me off fast, I had other plans & marriage didn’t figure anywhere in my list though ‘getting rid of cellulite a.k.a fat cells’ did (which I believe I succeeded). Now I am, finally, in a mind-set to get married & my parents have almost frozen their groom-hunt.

I had lots of unresolved issues in ’04 and ’05. One of them was marriage. With lots of help from friends, books and mainly self-help I’ve succeeded in setting aside, though not casting away, my phobia-like fears about the whole thing. I believe I have adopted a healthier attitude towards marriage.

Now most of my issues are finally resolved and it’s like a huge weight lifted off my head. I feel genuinely happy, smiling more often like how I used to until a few years back. I also find myself dangerously ballooning to the brink of chronic obesity. Shortly ‘hideous’ will be a good adjective to describe me. I confidently say I can scare off any suitable proposals.

Inference: My happiness directly proportional to my worth in weight