I am glad that I spent my full day shopping again,something I have been doing frantically since a week.I’d have had roved in almost the whole of major Delhi shopping centres…Connaught Place,Kamla Nagar,Lajpat Nagar…to name a few…and today,I completed my spree in The Great India Place,Noida too…Great place to spend time with friends…has almost all the brands available…I missed Westside though…couldn’t use the free voucher I got from Lajpat Nagar’s outlet… :( The charm of shopping in malls in these scorching summers is quite evident…just that the bargaining takes a back-seat :( It’s not that I am a bond when it comes to negotiating but the sense of victory on getting something in even a couple of bucks less is quite thrilling.
Shopping is a literal stress booster…..Window shopping as well as it’s opposite are equally satisfying.Just that you feel guilty for two days looking at your pay cheques but thankfully the remorse vanishes soon…and you are back on the track…I’m kinda passing through the first set of emotions right now…considering the amount I have squandered today…..just hoping that the feeling wanes soon….
Seems like I am becoming a oniomaniac…..given my these stints of recklessly purchasing everything coming my way…and dumping them later….And in my such obvious obstinate vagary,I’m also being asked to bridle my extravagant impulse almost everyday by my parents…I hope this too shall pass with my approaching joining as a postgraduate…
P.S. Just went through some web searches over the same....I still don't confer to being a shopaholic....I am okay.... :)
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Voting tales.....
Yes, I have cast my vote....and am feeling pretty good now...one that I have done it and second that this time it didn’t really turn out to be an ordeal with long waiting like the last year’s Delhi’s Legislative Assembly’s elections. I had though pretty equipped myself with a fair amount of sunscreen thinking that I’d beat the waiting of long queues in sun comforting myself with the thought of having fondled myself with supposedly the ultravitae need of the hour. But, I guess...nothing worth that amount of brain was needed to be put into that.
This year, the uncle on duty smeared the ink rather wisely also...unlike the last time when in his certain frenzied mood, the man on duty just daubed my whole nail and adjoining skin with that ink ruthlessly. For almost a month, I had relatives and friends and almost everyone I‘d talk to telling me to get that fungal infection treated. My nail looked a total spoilt in my cousin’s marriage since I didn’t care to take nail paint’s help to conceal that ugly foul. The brown-black colour just won’t fade away and was so uniform that it almost looked like some wrecking fungoid fuzz!!! And the vestiges of the ink must have remained for quite a number of months...something like 3-4.....much to my annoyance…some even indicted that I must not have had been rather bathing well to have that even then... :(Thankfully, that impasse is over.
But something has to happen everytime to kinda keep the stories budding. My right hand’s forefinger has been stained rather than left’s. I tried persuading the person on duty but he just won’t listen...but since he did a rather commendable job of putting the ink right over the eponychium(the cuticle, I mean...heehee!!), I don’t really seem to be giving it much a thought. I am HAPPPPYYY...
P.S. Hey guys,don’t forget to vote….It’s our dharma…and has to be translated into a karma…Good Luck... :)
This year, the uncle on duty smeared the ink rather wisely also...unlike the last time when in his certain frenzied mood, the man on duty just daubed my whole nail and adjoining skin with that ink ruthlessly. For almost a month, I had relatives and friends and almost everyone I‘d talk to telling me to get that fungal infection treated. My nail looked a total spoilt in my cousin’s marriage since I didn’t care to take nail paint’s help to conceal that ugly foul. The brown-black colour just won’t fade away and was so uniform that it almost looked like some wrecking fungoid fuzz!!! And the vestiges of the ink must have remained for quite a number of months...something like 3-4.....much to my annoyance…some even indicted that I must not have had been rather bathing well to have that even then... :(Thankfully, that impasse is over.
But something has to happen everytime to kinda keep the stories budding. My right hand’s forefinger has been stained rather than left’s. I tried persuading the person on duty but he just won’t listen...but since he did a rather commendable job of putting the ink right over the eponychium(the cuticle, I mean...heehee!!), I don’t really seem to be giving it much a thought. I am HAPPPPYYY...
P.S. Hey guys,don’t forget to vote….It’s our dharma…and has to be translated into a karma…Good Luck... :)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
An "Experience" out of monetary prejudice!!!
Somebody who once said that “The purpose of life,after all,is to live it,to experience it to the upmost,to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences” must have had surely not been reconvening over some not so cool experiences….After all,the term ‘experience’ in itself encompasses a multi-array of adventure, fun, drollery, fret, melancholy, angst and a whole lot enumeration that can probably just keep going on.Each experience with the entwining of mind’s reckless thought process leaves you teaching a new lesson or atleast making you think over a little deeper.
This Wednesday afternoon,with my intuition already scrambling in favour of something bad happening, I went to Patel Chest,Delhi University for completion of my postgraduation programme joining formalities.I parked my car outside it,just as I always did before, and for precaution asked my friend’s driver to heed it and inform me if anything goes wrong. Murphy’s Law, it seemed,had set to prove itself right that day only.
After a little while,I got a call from the driver informing me that my car had been towed away.My clairvoyance was working which I would have had preferred remaining in dumps,atleast for this one.Quitting the work, me and my friend ran down seven odd floors and travelled some 2 kms amidst narrow lanes and traffic to reach Sabzi Mandi P.S. to catch hold of my car,again little knowing about how the arcanum goes and just praying not to get dodged of money for this trivia.What an experience we were chanting,since experience is usually the name everyone gives to their mistakes and I sincerely do affirm to that.
Some minutes after,we were negotiating under the sun over the amount[bribe] to get my car released,giving all genre of excuses which we people,as doctors,are accustomed to whenever caught violating the traffic norms.And that’s why we even keep our stethoscopes and white coats handy most of the times to prove our point.Alas,this time I didn’t have them.Starting from Rs. 1500,he descended down to Rs.300 which was something to be cheerful about.Afterall who doesn’t want saving some extra bucks in the time of recession.And everyone is of same religion when it comes to money.
While driving down back,I did rue a little for two entirely opposite things which might sound hilarious.One,on not being able to save those 300 bucks.I guess,I could have bargained more :).Second,on a more serious note thinking that today I acted like someone who supported a corruptive malpractice which I am condemning in my usual social circle most of the times.I know ethically what I did was wrong but truly speaking,even despite that I don’t see myself strong enough to be acting the other way if the misfortune strikes again.
Paying bribes to get our work done has become a matter of convenience for middle class people like me,an almost incorrigible habit.And may be a food for greediness or avarice for upper class officials and politicians.And there seems to be no respite,to we almost being ‘towed’ towards this chagrin which is sad indeed.
This Wednesday afternoon,with my intuition already scrambling in favour of something bad happening, I went to Patel Chest,Delhi University for completion of my postgraduation programme joining formalities.I parked my car outside it,just as I always did before, and for precaution asked my friend’s driver to heed it and inform me if anything goes wrong. Murphy’s Law, it seemed,had set to prove itself right that day only.
After a little while,I got a call from the driver informing me that my car had been towed away.My clairvoyance was working which I would have had preferred remaining in dumps,atleast for this one.Quitting the work, me and my friend ran down seven odd floors and travelled some 2 kms amidst narrow lanes and traffic to reach Sabzi Mandi P.S. to catch hold of my car,again little knowing about how the arcanum goes and just praying not to get dodged of money for this trivia.What an experience we were chanting,since experience is usually the name everyone gives to their mistakes and I sincerely do affirm to that.
Some minutes after,we were negotiating under the sun over the amount[bribe] to get my car released,giving all genre of excuses which we people,as doctors,are accustomed to whenever caught violating the traffic norms.And that’s why we even keep our stethoscopes and white coats handy most of the times to prove our point.Alas,this time I didn’t have them.Starting from Rs. 1500,he descended down to Rs.300 which was something to be cheerful about.Afterall who doesn’t want saving some extra bucks in the time of recession.And everyone is of same religion when it comes to money.
While driving down back,I did rue a little for two entirely opposite things which might sound hilarious.One,on not being able to save those 300 bucks.I guess,I could have bargained more :).Second,on a more serious note thinking that today I acted like someone who supported a corruptive malpractice which I am condemning in my usual social circle most of the times.I know ethically what I did was wrong but truly speaking,even despite that I don’t see myself strong enough to be acting the other way if the misfortune strikes again.
Paying bribes to get our work done has become a matter of convenience for middle class people like me,an almost incorrigible habit.And may be a food for greediness or avarice for upper class officials and politicians.And there seems to be no respite,to we almost being ‘towed’ towards this chagrin which is sad indeed.
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