Saturday, January 24, 2015

Bucket Lists and the falling rupee

I have discovered a brand New Psychological tool to counter the 'count jumping sheep' tool.

I call it "Bucket List and Mental Pinterest".

It's exactly what it says : It is easy to follow, doesn't distract the user and is still carbon footprint friendly in this day and age!

#You start by getting into soft, happy night-wear

This step is as important as the others because otherwise you can't condition (fool) your body into being happy with an itchy scratchy dress on.
And no, the fancy dress you wore on your date/ soccer mom run and makeup that looked nice 7 hours ago is also a definite No No.

# Now that you are done with the usual  'goodnights, sweet dreams, I love yous' routine, turn onto your favourite comfy side, take a deep breath and then think of the next destination on your Bucket List.

# Well, it's January so you need to have at least a  rough knowledge of Geography as to what the season is in your dreamland. For the purpose of making a point, I'm going to set my sleepy self in London.

# Now come the happy parts:

Pack your mental suitcase : light Pink with Polka dots, fibre body, mid-large size. Yes, you unbelievers, I do own one like that. (rolling eyes).

Tights, leggings,turtle neck tops, couple of basic tees in White, Black and Beige , Paisley printed pants, Hunter_Green Fatigues printed pants, ankle boots, fur lined boots, Owl print socks,jackets, shrugs, scarves, stoles, jewelry and hats.

Pack my toiletries bag :

Creams for winter-burn, rose hand cream, anti-aging face and neck cream, Rose body lotion, Rose exfoliator, ( though if you could pick one up in Sainsbury after you reach there), dry shampoo, also locally obtainable, and tweezers.

If you haven't fallen asleep already, you need my professional help method:

#  Now, create looks and combinations of your outfits, Day-wise.

See What I did there? Bucket List culminates into Mental Pinterest!!!:)

By this time I've fallen asleep too.

Happy, feeling loved, ready to travel,didn't use unnecessary electricity, and too busy sleep-walking on Portobello Road to care about the affordability of my Bucket List with the ever falling Indian Rupee. :)

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

When Life Gives you Melons

  I am known to keep abreast of current events. Mostly it's my breasts that lead the convo or the events. Namely, getting eve-teased about the size of my "assets". Having conversations with men who in turn converse with my top, etc..

Well, to all my Girl Friends and some Men:

A)  Yes, I was always this big.

B) It's a bloody nuisance getting stared at. No I am NOT flattered

C) I don't get pretty lacy bras off the internet. Victoria's Secret eludes me altogether. I wish she shared ;).

D) My Back Hurts!!!

E) Bra-less is not an option

F) Strapless is Rarer than Kristen Stewart's smile

G) Is often my Cup-size: Depending on the few,elite,far-away,expensive brands that run these sizes.

I don't want to go on. It's just making me sad to think of all the dresses and cute crop tops I can't wear.

So! When Life gives you Melons- try Xixili.

Friday, October 23, 2009

The every other "man".

I have a problem. It has to do with the other Human species that co-exists with us. The "men". Now, I've put it in quotes cos I feel that the word is abused. I mean "mard hai toh..." types.
Anyways, my present and very real peev is that every other man thinks he can check, look, stare and generally have visual sex with every and any woman he fancies. Now, to these ugly men, it doesnt matter that this 'object' might be someone's girl, heck, she most probably is right then also walking hand in hand with her guy. But does it deter these creeps? Nope.
Now my q is this. Who or What gives you(creep,ugly,excuse of a walking shcumk) the right to check me out? I mean have I dressed for you, know you, even care to throw a glance your way????
So, stop humming your fav Govinda number, and stop grooming your hair, and definitely stop looking me up, all over.
In this case, you can't look and ***K, you most surely can't touch.

Sunday, August 9, 2009


The feeling, that a pair of good Charles and Keith will evoke in the Tom Boyest of us all ;)

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Just Not Asking:

At this certain fashion house do they call creative sessions their FCUKing meetings?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Nuddles Anyone?

So, the last time i wore a spaghetti strap top to a 'community' do, i was not surprised to see several heads cluster together for an impromptu "OMG what's she wearing" discussion. Well, all offense meant and none taken.
Now, now people, who has decided that the cut off size for wearing stylishly cut flattering to me outfits have to be size C/D/DD or wotever else there is? I mean seriously, unless one's proportions are spilling over and out into someone else's space, should someone else be bothered?
What further irritated was the "she's a mother of two!!!???!!!" Uh huh. And the number of progeny has a directly proportional effect on the length and breadth and cut of one's dress How?
I mean can the real people, I'm assuming real people are thinkers, please take note that the exposure of the amount of skin between my jaw-line and bosom or my thighs and toes for that matter, does not make or break me. When i stand in trial rooms, my thought is not,"will theses 4 inches of skin make up for my lack of a professional job?"
I just want to dress well, pretty, in a variety of outfits to suit my mood and occasion(occasionally) and to be cheerfully pleasant to be around. Not you wimpy goss mongers, for my husband and my two kids(gasp), and yes, for Myself.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


There was a man from Sink
who lived in a haze of Pink,
from his bell-bottoms to his bows,
from his shirt cuffs to his toes,
He was always all Pink.
Then one day he got a rash
which was pink, like he almost willed it to be,
and when the doctor asked, he couldn't get himself to say he was feeling blue:
So, there he sat in a Pink sweater and hat and answered he felt quite Pink.
To which the doctor gave him Pink Gelusil, when it should've been a stronger pill:
And so, two days later,
He went to his maker,
in a frilly casket of Pink.

Please get familiar with all other colours of the rainbow also huh Hetch?