shopdeadgorgeous

The every other "man".

2009-10-23T03:39:00.000-07:00

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????
NO 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.

Love

2009-08-09T22:41:00.000-07:00

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

2008-11-11T03:43:00.000-08:00

Just Not Asking:

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

Nuddles Anyone?

2008-11-05T22:12:00.000-08:00

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.

PINK

2008-07-23T02:41:00.000-07:00

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.

P.S:
Please get familiar with all other colours of the rainbow also huh Hetch?

MALL-NOURISHED

2008-07-08T00:26:00.001-07:00

That's me and every other Hyderabadi woman who wants to be, but cant. We have like 2 self-sufficient malls(Hyd'bad Central doesn't count), only 1 of which you can go to in a short skirt without getting more than 18 looks.Self-sufficient is: a)escalator, b)clean loos, c) enough variety of stores/boutiques, d) most importantly- Gaming zones.
You thnk toddlers and teens are cheaply entertained? Welcome to the world of 'funcards' @rs 200/-min. Take it or leave with a sad or sobbing kid.
Then even if you have the above, what's a wet baby to do? No changing rooms? I mean we inherit the world from our kids and all that jazz, but by that logic shouldn't we provide our benefactors respectful, changing tables? Instead, where do we clean them? On a big, circular wash basin with 'vitreous' on one side and water stains on the other.
Am I stupid then to put myself through all this for a few hours of window shopping(yeah right! my hubby ain't thhhaaattt lucky)? No, I'm just desperate. The only answer to weekends in Hyd'bad with the above pre-requisites: MALLS.Under-nourishing or repetitive notwithstanding.
So, till the next mirage,City Centre Mall it is.

DANNIGYAN: A MALL UNDERFOOT IS WORTH 2 BEHIND SCAFFOLDS.

THE GANG

2008-07-08T00:23:00.000-07:00

As you may(should) have noted, I have 2 kids. 1 boy and 1 girl. One is my pride and my soul, the other my heart.Between the 2 of them, they're me. They don't look like me,only the same eyes, but they are just like me. The drama,the quivering lips,the passion for shopping and are they loafers or what?

The hubby:
stable, level-headed, indulgent,rocker,creative, a lil absent-minded(around the home only, if you know what i mean),long-suffering,Sierra-lover(these are a race rising form the dying embers going by the no. of Sierras on Hyderabad roads),and not boring. Not the kind who'll remember to simply buy me flowers("will i say no if you want flowers babe?"), but the kind who'll give me my own credit card. No questions asked. The kind who baby-sat a 20 day old baby and a toddler, so i could get a break from my pregnancy prison. And also the type who would, if he could, buy me a new car every 2 yrs. The disappearing species of fathers that tell a bedtime story everynite. Do i unquestioningly worship him? Is he a saint?. No. But there's NO one else for me.
The Sister:
A live-in sis who aspires. To dance like madhuri, date ishant sharma(get him to file his teeth girl!) and marry John Abraham. A super bike with a music system churning out Bollywood Jhatkas would be her idea of a good wedding gift. A typical spaced out teenager whose idea of helping around the house is to contribute to the decibel levels with the t.v tuned to music channels. A good aunt nonetheless, free babysitter if you must, and a challenge for me to make over!
So, is there anything you don't know about me? yaaaahhaaa. It'll be Levi's(ed) on your eventually.

ME

2008-07-08T00:19:00.000-07:00

Since this is my 1st blog, I'm trying to introduce myself, and it's bloody hard! I'm no asmi, but i have so many facets it's serious. i have different aspects that have sub-aspects, some good, others not for guess?ing. but hey, it is my blog! so should i bare it all? or should there be a code? I'll start with the good and if you're good, I'll let you in on the (Victoria's) secret later.
Mall-ycoddled:

That's me.Totally. there's no such thing as being bogged down by two kids and losing the will to shop. Heck, i take them along too. If nothing else, there's always the Diapers Size M to be bought. well, more on that front later. Can't go on a rave in my 1st intro can I?