The 4th of July (sales!)

There are Sales everywhere: ‘up to 50% off’ ‘Flat 70% off’, it spent my head spinning around the ordinarily ugly but now, just cause they’re on sale, they look twice as more appealing. The earrings glitter more, the shoes seemed smarter and the clothes? Suddenly, I realised that I had NO clothes as good as the ones on display. Why, God, why? *insert sad smiley*

I saw this new movie called Ghanchakar. Don’t pay to watch it, please. The movie could have been MUCH better, given the idea of the story, but the makers screwed it up, majorly. Everybody need not have died and the mystery could be easily guessed. Either it was too easy, or my recent bent of mind towards Kafka on the Shore has led me to being super-awesome at solving mysteries. I’m on page 228, so don’t spoil the end for me! Though, I doubt I that I am Sherlock -_-

Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

So, it is the fourth of July, a date almost every living, breathing individual knows the importance of, because of the all-pervasive and sometimes unnecessary presence of a Nations presence in the world map. Early on, I used to think that the United Nations actually stood for the United States, not that I am highly incorrect but either way. Haha. I wonder if Obama will be able to read this and then call me. If not him, then maybe our CM will?
Okay okay, this post if getting its political twist, blah. Let us move on to happier topics of how a story I wrote go published. NBD. You can do it too at http://www.achievewithdell.in.

Read mine at http://www.achievewithdell.in/FullStory/1962/0/Sweta!/

Let me know how it is. Share your inspiration with me, here, if you would like?

Have a happy day, you!

I’d just like to end with one question, that was asked in a movie starring Sridevi (English Vinglish)- why is it THE United States of America and not THE India, or THE Spain… ?

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I’m currently on my flight till Bangkok from Phuket. There are a lot of Indians on this flight. Lot. Yesterday was a good day, we went to Phi Phi island. Funny thing, I haven’t quite understood why they keep referring to it as P.P island..peepee could actually mean something else! And to have an entire island dedicated to it seems legit because that is primarily what is most used there. French, Russian, American, European, you name it and they are there with their Thai escorts massaging them to glory and orgasms. There was this biiiiiig group of French men travelling with us (and a hundred others) on the cruise till the Island. They were the ones enjoying the most- singing, drinking, smoking and one of the guys was a proud owner of 5 hickeys on his neck!

Anyway, after a 2.5 hour ride we changed boats and wentboff for snorkeling which was scary initially. Breathing through your mouth becomes difficult if you’re from a country like India where you’re taught to specifically breathe through your nose to avoid the pollution! After a minute of hesitation and a minor ‘Give up’ I finally did end up looking underwater and it was beautiful 🙂
There were so many fish and corals and algae and so many colours! Although the reef isn’t the best that is available but it was good enough for me. It isn’t anything special really, not for the ones who’ve been to better, more exotic locations abut it was pretty nice for me. Oh. And I wore a bikini! WoOt.

The 2.5 hour journey in the sun on the deck was tiring but fun, courtesy the number of ethnicities I was surrounded by. There was a lady from Bahrain who kept saying how good the camera of her iPhone was and how sucky Canon is. And her son kept laughing. He had long eyelashes. We all look like the country we belong to…and I could easily identify the Indians and precisely begalis in the crowd.

After another journey back to Phuket, which was mainly spent in sleeping and watching The Karate Kid (the one with will smiths son) in interstices. And I has the Kwality Walls Magnum. I wonder why they don’t introduce it in India. I am tired of the Feast and Chocobar :/

Anyway, Bangkok and Pattaya should be as good.
-stay a traveller 🙂

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Day 2 in Phuket.
Started off with our very hassled guide because he couldn’t understand my father’s name. The tour was booked under mom’s name but dad was talking and the names were long so finally, he ended up christening my dad with a name that is half my mum’s name-Santosh.

With a new found name, Mr. Santosh, ma and I started off to view Karon view point. The thing I found most amazing from there was the Crab island I saw. Apparently there are *no prize for guessing* lots of and only crabs there. Now I know where I am supposed to pack off my not-so-loved people. Either they’ll feast over crab meat or become a feast for the crabs. Latter the better. 😛

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Taken from my camera on my camera. Pliss don't mind.

I’m travelling with this couple. I don’t know why but they click photographs in the same pose. And the lady keeps touching her boyfriends nose. That rhymed. I wish I had a boyfriend. I’d not pull his nose, that isn’t cute. They think it is though.
They misplaced (and then found) their camera bag as soon as you could say Lose. Haha. Headed to Big Buda (Buddha) now. And then a cashew and honey farm. Beeeeeeeeees! I hope they make me wear that cool white suit to avoid getting stung. Ha!

Okay so this is after the day is over. I’ve had a WONDERFUL day and this place is meant for pretty people but wth I shopped for something that is super duper awesome and I should stop rambling aaaaa.
The last stop was a jewellery store and not any random store. It was ike the Tiffanys of Thailand or something. We walked in like any tourist, lost in a big place with people who don’t talk the same language. Bayo was our salesman. We fished for ruby and emerald and then I saw silver rings and pounced. I liked one and mum aggreed. And then mum liked one and I agreed. And then we moved around some more and some more. And then a bit more. And then daddy dear spotted a beautiful and I repeat beautiful, pearl necklace. Im not the goddy necklace kinda girl but this one was simply elegant and my stole my heart. Thank god for MasterCard 🙂
The asst. sales manager came arounbd and saw that we were big fish haha and then mamma liked an earring to go with and dukaan ki toh chaandi ho gayi.

We returned, both happy and shocked and slept. I woke up to a Caesar salad and we went off shopping for swimming costume and flowy dresses whoh we bought. Ate food at a sea food restaurant and from the way we are at it..I will grow over fish and prawn and crab and lobster and squid. But till then I shall hog 😀

Oh p.s- bargaining is so much fun!

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I am currently on the fligt to Bangkok. Oh yes, I am headed to a week + of family vacation time. And roaming around in the sun and sand and look super awesome and buy clothes and shoes and eat food and basically just go mad.

But before all of it could even start I was posed with this dilemma. If you have been a regular then you’d know how mug I like eating. Also, keeping mind that it is 2:40 am IST and I haven’t slept last night either.
Last night, my mother landed in India from Germany after a fortnight of a stay there on an exchange programme from school. I am sleepless and starved in ways more than one.

So I get in cozy with the blanket and eye mask, seat reclined and I was relaxed and almost asleep. And then, I smelled food. The cruel people brought out food. How was I supposed to sleep while others around me ate ‘non vegetarian Indian food’? I know that aeroplane food isn’t heaven but food is food. And food is food is food! And then I was hungry. So I had to take my eye mask out, reveal my warmed skin to the chilled AC to eat. Sigh, the troubles of a hungry mind.

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And then I realised that I am above 18 and thus could ask for alcohol and was immediately perked. Haha.

Oh and it was super funny. Everyone is like me. The plane was quiet, except for the random baby-cry-squeal and as soon as the food was served the entire flight got busy. Packets being torn, forks clanking and then you know chomp chomp chomp…you get the drift.
Humans, I tell you.

I have a LONG day. Shopping and another flight laterbi shall be in Phuk-et.
Photographs shall be posted when and if possible (and decent enough :p)

-Love.

Few Words:

The four words which make a girl feel elated, absolutely thrilled, which make her genuinely happy are not Will You Marry Me?
They are You Have Grown Thin!

The most satisfying experience isn’t sex. It is a) licking on melting chocolate b) to go shopping and find clothes that make you look sexy or whaaaa.

Horoscopes : the one thing no one will agree to believe in yet have a stash of the ‘star sign’ bookmarks. I know you do too.

Everyone gets scared when a baby starts crying and the mother isn’t around. A baby is cute as long as it’s not yours when it poops and cries.

There is no better feeling in this world than the feeling after a good shit faecal excretion! Trust me, it can take you from Ah to AaahaaAAaa.

People fart.

Farts stink. And the bed vibrates while you feel someone else ‘pass air’

‘I Love You’ is less likely to make a girl say it back to you. Do something to make her say it to you first. Smart boy, she wants to say it to you, just give her one frikkin’ chance!

There is a God.

There is Evil too.

You still need to survive.

(this post is getting serious)

Follow a sport. Any sport. Do it with all your heart and you will know exactly why I asked you to.

Love isn’t life. Music is.

Set your priorities straight. Trust the right people.

Read something inspiring as often as you can.

Burp!

And… Stay tangled. (: