Whoever said that weddings are the time that one gets to be the center of attention and that it's the best time to relax and things in a similar vein, needs to get his/her head examined. I suspect the head will turn out to be worth preserving and displaying in a museum under the title: The-brain-that-generated-the-most-preposterous-idea-in-existence.
Things to do (condensed - since the entire list is beyond the scope of this blog and that of my patience):
- Shop for clothes
- Shop for furniture
- Shop for things to gift one's relatives
- Shop for vessels/household things
- Shop for jewels
- Shop for... no.. Decide on caterer + decorator + photographer + Invitee list + Design of invitation cards
Phew..
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Beauty lies..
.. in make-up skills, for the most part.
I'm one of those few girls who don't really understand make-up. And how can one look attractive if they can't tell the difference between eye-liner and mascara?
The only time I endeavored to delve into the complicated world of lipsticks (simple), foundations (troubles begin) and eye-liners (complicated); was when I was in class eight. After having successfully poked myself in the eye several times and having applied eye shadow instead of blush (or is it rouge?), I appeared looking like something straight out of a kindergarten colouring class. After that I haven't really gathered the courage to experiment.
Another very interesting encounter with the vanity case was in class ten, when I had to deck up for a play. I think it was then I fully appreciated the phrase donning the greasepaint. Wonderful people, stage artists. Just imagine the patience needed to sit still when the make-up man is slapping all sorts of itchy creams across the map. And the courage required to suppress the urge to run screaming from the chair when that lethal thing (eye-liner or mascara - I still can't decide) is brought closer and closer and closer. Gak!
Make-up remains the only area where the sister earns my admiration. Ah, the swiftness of the hands when the eyes are made up with kohl and the deep rationalizing that goes into choosing a lip-balm. Impressive.
I'm wondering what I'm going to do for the wedding. Sigh!
I'm one of those few girls who don't really understand make-up. And how can one look attractive if they can't tell the difference between eye-liner and mascara?
The only time I endeavored to delve into the complicated world of lipsticks (simple), foundations (troubles begin) and eye-liners (complicated); was when I was in class eight. After having successfully poked myself in the eye several times and having applied eye shadow instead of blush (or is it rouge?), I appeared looking like something straight out of a kindergarten colouring class. After that I haven't really gathered the courage to experiment.
Another very interesting encounter with the vanity case was in class ten, when I had to deck up for a play. I think it was then I fully appreciated the phrase donning the greasepaint. Wonderful people, stage artists. Just imagine the patience needed to sit still when the make-up man is slapping all sorts of itchy creams across the map. And the courage required to suppress the urge to run screaming from the chair when that lethal thing (eye-liner or mascara - I still can't decide) is brought closer and closer and closer. Gak!
Make-up remains the only area where the sister earns my admiration. Ah, the swiftness of the hands when the eyes are made up with kohl and the deep rationalizing that goes into choosing a lip-balm. Impressive.
I'm wondering what I'm going to do for the wedding. Sigh!
"There's a time for everyone if they only learn
That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn.."
Indeed.
That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn.."
Indeed.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Curtains down..
What does one say when something comes to an end after over 3 years of extreme involvement; immense passion and endless learning?
I'm referring to my team which more or less wrapped-up recently. Once you're out of denial, I think the only thing that comes to mind is that it was awesome while it lasted. To have been a part of the team from the early stages, to have seen it merge, grow, and then finally wrap-up. To have given the work involved your heart and soul and all that you had. The sense of loss is so intense, it's almost painful.
And then there is the personal side of it all. The people one works with, the rapport that is created, nurtured into friendship and finally it grows into some kind of a family that starts paralleling the family that you have at home.
Finally, there's change. Exciting, scary, interesting and uncertain. I only hope I can live up to whatever it brings along.
It's time to take the last bow. It's time to pull the curtains down... :)
I'm referring to my team which more or less wrapped-up recently. Once you're out of denial, I think the only thing that comes to mind is that it was awesome while it lasted. To have been a part of the team from the early stages, to have seen it merge, grow, and then finally wrap-up. To have given the work involved your heart and soul and all that you had. The sense of loss is so intense, it's almost painful.
And then there is the personal side of it all. The people one works with, the rapport that is created, nurtured into friendship and finally it grows into some kind of a family that starts paralleling the family that you have at home.
Finally, there's change. Exciting, scary, interesting and uncertain. I only hope I can live up to whatever it brings along.
It's time to take the last bow. It's time to pull the curtains down... :)
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
I know this is pretty delayed
"...If You Want To Know Why
There's A Love That
Cannot Lie
Love Is Strong
It Only Cares For
Joyful Giving
If We Try
We Shall See
In This Bliss
We Cannot Feel
Fear Or Dread
We Stop Existing And
Start Living.."
Rest in peace, Mr. Jackson.
There's A Love That
Cannot Lie
Love Is Strong
It Only Cares For
Joyful Giving
If We Try
We Shall See
In This Bliss
We Cannot Feel
Fear Or Dread
We Stop Existing And
Start Living.."
Rest in peace, Mr. Jackson.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tooth and wail..
... the price of the wisdom tooth. Headache and ear-ache included in the package.
I'd rather stay unwise.
I'd rather stay unwise.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Whither passport?
I've been resisting typing this post out for some time now. In the light of certain recent events, though, I thought I should not deprive others of a splendid laugh.
It all began when I applied for a passport, and gave the application in that black hole of a building called a Regional Passport Office (we're going to shorten that to RPO). The procedure (in theory) is pretty simple, really. It goes thus:
Fill in form --> Hand it over to agent --> Agent submits form and brings receipt --> Note reference number on receipt --> Policeman is supposed to verify existence within 2 weeks --> Policeman sends verification report to RPO --> RPO sends passport.
Phew! That's simple enough. But given that this is my passport we're talking about, I'd have been shocked if it had followed this course.
Everything went according to plan till step 4 of the process-chart. After that, the sequence of events has left me pretty confused. I'll list them out here for clearer understanding:
Event 1 - To the best of my knowledge, no policeman ever came to verify my existence till date (unless they did it like some undercover operation).
Event 2 - I check the website of the RPO to look at my status and it displays 'Police verification report not received'. Fair enough, since the verification was never done.
Event 3 - I wait. That's not really an event, since I've been waiting for quite sometime now. Let's call it a phase. Phase 1.
Event 4 - After having waited for nearly 4 months, I go to the local police station and the policeman says he has not recieved my file from the RPO.
Now begins the confusion - we'll call this phase 2, since it doesn't really qualify as a one-time event where RPOs are concerned. If the website of the RPO claims that the policeman has not sent the verification report, they should have sent the file to the police station.
'Yes, yes. That is correct.' thinks the mind.
But then, that is being contradicted by the policeman, who says he has not recieved the report.
'Also true..', thinks the mind.
Event 5 - I discover the website of the AP Police Department (which, by the way, is a very neat site) and check the status of my passport there. The site proudly mentions that the verification report has been sent to the RPO as of 16th Feb.
'Gah!'. Mind gives up on thinking.
So, the police now claims that they've verified my existance and sent the report to the RPO. The RPO denies having recieved any such report. My agent is stumped.
Phase 2 continues...
It all began when I applied for a passport, and gave the application in that black hole of a building called a Regional Passport Office (we're going to shorten that to RPO). The procedure (in theory) is pretty simple, really. It goes thus:
Fill in form --> Hand it over to agent --> Agent submits form and brings receipt --> Note reference number on receipt --> Policeman is supposed to verify existence within 2 weeks --> Policeman sends verification report to RPO --> RPO sends passport.
Phew! That's simple enough. But given that this is my passport we're talking about, I'd have been shocked if it had followed this course.
Everything went according to plan till step 4 of the process-chart. After that, the sequence of events has left me pretty confused. I'll list them out here for clearer understanding:
Event 1 - To the best of my knowledge, no policeman ever came to verify my existence till date (unless they did it like some undercover operation).
Event 2 - I check the website of the RPO to look at my status and it displays 'Police verification report not received'. Fair enough, since the verification was never done.
Event 3 - I wait. That's not really an event, since I've been waiting for quite sometime now. Let's call it a phase. Phase 1.
Event 4 - After having waited for nearly 4 months, I go to the local police station and the policeman says he has not recieved my file from the RPO.
Now begins the confusion - we'll call this phase 2, since it doesn't really qualify as a one-time event where RPOs are concerned. If the website of the RPO claims that the policeman has not sent the verification report, they should have sent the file to the police station.
'Yes, yes. That is correct.' thinks the mind.
But then, that is being contradicted by the policeman, who says he has not recieved the report.
'Also true..', thinks the mind.
Event 5 - I discover the website of the AP Police Department (which, by the way, is a very neat site) and check the status of my passport there. The site proudly mentions that the verification report has been sent to the RPO as of 16th Feb.
'Gah!'. Mind gives up on thinking.
So, the police now claims that they've verified my existance and sent the report to the RPO. The RPO denies having recieved any such report. My agent is stumped.
Phase 2 continues...
