Not for Dexter but for Debra.

So who are Dexter and Debra? They are the siblings from the hot shot super hit show named Dexter. This show has completed 7 seasons and had started way back in 2005. But we (i.e Dexter and me) kind of met quite recently, i.e. last year and since then, we (i.e the series and me :-)) are glued. I confess I have an addiction, a dark passenger (you would only get this, if you watch the series). I have to watch at least one episode(2 would be a bonus night) per night while I am having my dinner. I begin to agitate and display symptoms of a addict if that doesn't happen. I am into the 6th season, and I am terrified now. Soon I will be into the 7th, and once that's done, what do I watch! Yeah Dexter is coming back for season 8, but the rumor is that, that's going to be the last. Gosh hell No Please!

Al rite, so the post is really not about Dexter or my addiction. The post is entirely and truly dedicated to Debra Morgan.
I L O V E that woman.

Debra Morgan:
She is Dexter's younger sister. She was a detective and is now a lieutenant with the Miami Metro Police force and she is sincerely, sincerely (am thinking how much more can I stress on the sincerely, but I hope you get the point) addicted to her work. Ultra thin and tall, she comes across as a strong woman, always in stripe shirts and trousers and in a total de glam look, she is beautiful. But the most important thing that I like about her, is that she is NORMAL girl, so normal that it feels she has actually lived my life!

Season 1:
She is of course crazy about her job and very good at it, but is naive and kind of immature. She totally believes in the concept of love and wants the flowers and out of the world proposals. She is not possessive, but tends to be clingy, and expects all the love in return, which she easily gives. She is dependant on her man, and eventually the man uses her and (forget about breaking her heart) tries to kill her! Debra is ashamed beyond shock and is terribly embarrassed and is completely broken.

This immature quality to cling and expect and love unconditionally, even if it hurts your self respect/confidence, because you know its for the love of your life, and then really be rooted out of your belief, is a feeling that I am not alien too. And I know a lot of other woman, who are not too. It eventually leads to insecurity and low self esteem, and one starts feeling dejected, depressed and useless.

Season 2:
Debra starts questioning her beliefs about love and relationships, and goes into some serious depression. The only way she ventures out of that, is by working out, and working out hard.
This way to come out of it, amazes me. I also went (or rather I am in) that phase of excessive working out and excessive obsession with the weight(well Debra doesn't have the obsession, because she already was so thin in Season 1). The excessiveness actually directs all your pent up anger and energy into something useful and generates this great levels of positivity. The feeling when people comment about your weight, and the feeling when you get into sizes smaller than you normally wear,believe me, is a lot better than having to get flowers and chocolates and calls from that guy :-)

Season 3-4-5 : One thing I totally love about the series is that it is terribly real. I know I said that before, but I cant help reiterate. Real not because of Dexter, but because of Debra. Her reactions to situations, her anger, her moods swings. I really get that and I feel for her. Its almost as if I am saying to her, 'Girl I know what that feels like'! Because really its not a goody goody life, but its actually (in Debra's words) 'A f___king life'.
In these seasons, her motto is just work work and more work. She of course falls in love again to lose her loved one again(but this time because her lover dies due to a criminal), she falls cautiously and only when she the other person reciprocates. In Season 5, she is the one putting off her man, so very opposite of what she was in season 1. See how she has evolved, and just because experience is the best teacher. That pain and agony in season one, well yeah she doesn't want to go through that again. No man is worth that. And I am again smiling because, I have learnt it the hard way too. No more clingy, no more desperate calls from me. Give space and then you get space. Lets things take time and fall in their place when they want to. And when you do, you get all that in return which you always wanted.

In these seasons, she also faces some serious hardships from her boss(yeah again its a hard life) and she overcomes that to become a lieutenant. Because if you are sincere, you get the job done. Well people who have been interacting with me lately, know about my job scene, and really its not all that different! So whoa again I see what she does, and I do that. Move on, but still do your job!

Well in season 6, she becomes the boss, and I have finished like just 5 episodes, so it would be too soon to comment about her love/professional life, but what I have seen she has grown AGAIN. She learns and grows, and never repeats those mistakes again. Yeah she admits those faults, but moves on, importantly moves ahead always. And this is what I like the best about her and this is what draws me, the most to her. Yes she is human, yes she is a somewhere a sweet little girl, yes she has her flaws but yes she is strong and resolute. If you thought she was stupid in seasons before, you would be forced to change your opinion, you would be now forced to respect her.
Guys, Watch Dexter not for Dexter but for Debra!

And look, she too has this weird obsession of cutting her long hair very short, to growing it again! Are the similarities going to end now. Oh I forgot, I don't look like her at all.. sigh :-(

All Images from Google.

Irked in office

I am in the office floor washroom, washing my hands after using the loo. A girl, aka smiley wali acquaintance (i.e. we don't know the names of one another but exchange smiles when we run into each other on the office floor) comes in, uses the loo, come out and then shows me the mehendi on her hand and tells me to smell it! Al rite the mehendi is beautiful, and yes it always smells heavenly, but ma'am NO, I cannot smell your hands if you have not washed them first! Well guess what? I obliged :-( . Because really, I felt awkward to tell her to wash her hands first, only after which I could bury my nose into them. That would hurt and it would be really awkward. For the record; Later on, I did clean my face and my hands rigorously and dried them clean. But this lead to the loss of 2 more paper towels, whereas, if she had directly washed her hands, we would have saved one tissue and we both would have enjoyed the mehendi aroma treat! Sigh!

So why am I blabbering about this washroom exchange over here. Reason being; I have some major pet peeves, and when people go ahead and do those, I find it terribly hard to go ahead and point that to them! How do you tell people (politely/without annoying/without sounding offensive) that they have got to stop doing certain actions or have to start doing certain things in the office?

Seriously tell me, how do you tell people:

To stop scratching your back, armpits while talking to your peers in the meeting room. While the man is going on and on about the value adds, I am all "How does the hand even reach that place on your back!!??"

To tell the girl who looks ultra chic in the trousers, to wear some perfume. Because really girl, I don't want to know which loo you had used 10 minutes back.

To tell the smiley girl to wash her hands ALWAYS after using the loo, because its only you and not the germs who have to rush to that call or meeting. She never washes her hands!

To the boy in the next cubicle, to hold a hanky/tissue/hands to your face while you sneeze. Because I like to take my shower in the mornings only, thank you.

To the manager who talks horribly wrong grammatical English, so much that he address the woman on the phone as 'He'. Surely I ensure I say something in the call, you know, just to clear the air about my English.

To the colleague who finishes up all of my all tiffins, instead of sharing it. Sir, I show that I care, but really its not all that much.

To the guy on the floor, who removes his shoes and parades around in the socks. Well if someone is unconscious we know where to go, but until then, can you keep your shoes on please?

To the newly married girl who almost yells on the phone. We know you have to have the mush talks, but how about just for your man, and not for the other 10 men surrounding your cubicle.

And to the colleague who sweats profusely even in the AC, not to ask us, to share our apples. With the 'NO' nod of the head, I always want to add that you must visit the doc for that much sweating. Seriously.

Well, as I re read all the above lines, I somewhere felt, I had turned bitchy and insulting. So really, even after reading the points HERE I feel that, so how am I ever going to say these things (of course not with the sarcasm) and expect that they would take it positively. I know there are columns in magazines who address these kind of queries, but really being an almost stranger to one another in the office, I cannot go ahead and ask them to do stop this and request them to start doing that. I feel, something like this, can best be addressed by friends very close or by family. But surely they have not, else there would not be such a post. So does that mean, I have to go on shaking germs laded hands or get showered by sneezes in the office, just because there is no good way to say this?

And yes, there is actually no good way to say this.
A personal incident; I have really frizzy hair and it tends to cover up my face at times. With longer hair the frizz also increased in proportion. I really never bothered about it, until a girl came up to and told me that I should tie my hair properly, because it looked very untidy(let me add very politely). I will be honest here, how much ever her intentions were good, that sentence really really hurt me. Eventually I began to use a lot of conditioner for the frizz and tied it better. The hair started to look a lot neater over the years but somehow I still housed that tiny grudge somewhere against that 'stranger'. Maybe I would have taken it a lot better, if it as someone from my family. But what if my family never told me?

So the only way to do this, is to be prepared that the person may not like it, but really someone has to tell him/her. HaHa I get that, but pray tell me "Whose going to bell the manager??"

Happy new years guys. For long I had no clue what to write and then it was winter, so I just hibernated.
A lot of people have ventured their thoughts about the Delhi gang rape on the blogosphere. This is really commendable and indeed I got to read a varied amount of opinions (never a hibernation on reading). We need more like that. It is a revolution and we all have to do our bit. But how sad, that it had come to something like this, for a revolution to start. As far as I am concerned, I really had and still have only one line to say. Castration and definitely not chemical.

 

Time to Get Fit

Diwali is a weird festival. One month before the mighty festival announces its arrival, people go berserk! There is this extensive list of things to do which includes cleaning and scrubbing, buying the decorations and the diyas, shopping for presents and new clothes and the making of the faraal (diwali savories). The month vanishes in a jiffy and lo there is the Goddess Lakshmi in all her finery and grandeur.

This Diwali, I got up early morning (before sunrise), followed that with swift last minute pocha of the floors, the traditional oil massage, bath, and the diya lighting. Well breakfast is faraal during diwali :-), so that broke fast. A visit to the temple, and finally the rangoli drawn up outside the house. I don't burst crackers(haven't since 2000, i.e. after the Kargil war) so that plan just blew. So then really now what? How do people spend the Diwali time between 11PM to 5PM during diwalis? OK, you cook this lavish food, but not for 6 hours. I actually strained my brains hard, to remember what we did when we were kids? Well as far as I can remember, mum just sent us to play like every other holiday, have lunch by 1PM and then sleep till 4PM. Boring na, so I find it weird. Don't get me wrong, Diwali is my favorite festival but not because of the D Day but because of all the preparations and rituals which proceeds the festival. That's the exciting part!

Well, so never mind, I didn't play (since really that would look ridiculous, although I don't mind playing!) and there was not a lot to cook. So when nothing sujofies, we just dump ourselves into the nearest theatres and watch what they show. And that how I watched 'Jab tak hain Jaan'. Being this hardcore SRK fan, strange that this was the first time I actually saw his movie on the first day! Anyways, I loved the movie, and SRK in that stubble and uniform is crackling hot. And yes SRK involves in some not so serious lip locking(actually brushing) with his lady love (which is Katrina). This is the first time he has locked lips(after the debacle of Maya memsaab), but I really couldn't take it. Ash accompanied me to the movies, and how I bored her with 'how could he do that', 'is that how SRK actually kisses', 'Omigod, he actually kissed her'. I was heart broken, because yeps this is how much he means to me, but never mind. Yeh to kabhi na kabhi hona hi tha.

Coming back, the crackers were in full swing all over, but I was glad, that none in our building burst those ear drum shattering bombs. I really don't look forward to all that noise. It is the lighting and the diyas which catch my attention. After the nth round of the faraal eating again, we sat and watched the rockets swishing itself through the sky and sometimes through the windows on the top floors.

Well so, what does the topic actually have to do with all this mindless Diwali blabbering I just did. OK, here it is. I had a LOT (and I actually mean the LOT in the caps) of Diwali faraal. Diwali week is not for guilt, so I gorged on those delicious ghee laded savories bindass without worrying about the calories piling on. I mean common, you really cant care about that during Diwali can ya! But now the Diwali week is over, and so is the dream. Its time to get REAL and fit.

So here is the plan. I intend to run for 30 minutes daily for starters and then move on to the lethal combination of swimming and running after 2 weeks. Swimming is treacherous considering the cold mornings in Pune, but again the cold will help loose the fat faster! So this place is going to be bursting with all the details of how I am doing (don't worry, of course I would write some meaningful posts not like this as well). I am really doing this, so that you guys can keep a watch over me, and I live up to to these high claims that I keep making! So there, that explains the heading :-P

Well I have a call to attend now, so that's enough of the blabbering! Hopefully all you guys had had a fab of a Diwali and I am really looking forward to some awesome Diwali posts and stories :-)

PS: Apologies for Vanishing like that before Diwali.

A Diwali Wish

The glitter of the diyas, accents the splendor of the lanterns

The chatter around the house, surges the racket of the crackers

The ghee laded savory, appetites the already saturated stomachs

And the shimmering divine attires, sparkles the dazzling vivacious nights!



Wishing All a brilliance of a Diwali

A shimmering lighting trails to prosperity

Of beautiful good luck, fortune and sanctity

Of a paradise as a life, of only merriment and glee!

The time when we were wasted!

There was a time when we were totally wasted.
Dec 2010. Ash, Priya and I had 4 days off in London. We had no clue how we were supposed to spend those days. After a lot of ideas which were subsequently rejected, we decided on having a Christmas party. This party was supposed to be grand one with cake, vada pav, vodka and finest dresses.
The actual party turned out to be three something 20 year olds in their night wear and a simple chocolate cake.

Frustrated Ash, decided she is going to make the most of it, went off to ASDA and bought a bottle of vodka and wine. Now to make things clear, we drink RARELY, so the drinking was an adventure for us. It was after 10 in the night and all of us were still eating the cake. No bottles were opened yet. Finally to get some jaan into the 'party', I filled half of my tea cup with vodka and sat with it for 10 minutes. Ash pestered and pestered and I finally gulped down the vodka neat. Yeah bottoms up; half a cup; neat. Immediately Ash filled her cup with Vodka and gulped that neat. Priya looking at both of us, came and sat on the table. We knew she just needed a bit of persuasion and she would get going. Well we obliged and there she was gulping down half a cup of vodka in one shot!

Soon we were gulping down cups and cups of vodka, neat. Something was missing. That is when I called up CK, and demanded a pack of cigarettes. After the initial shock, he promptly came to our house with the Malbaro pack. Ofcourse he had to demonstrate the entire process, but once done we sent him packing. Aping him, I smoked for the first time in my life. The feeling was terrible and disgusting, but people let me tell you, I managed to get the dhua not from my mouth but from my nose! Ash and Priya exclaimed but looking at my disgusted expression refused to touch it. The chota adventure came to an end and the half smoked cigarette met its end under the tap(because it just wouldn't go off)!

After this unsuccessful attempt at smoking we went back to our vodka. It tasted better and back were our smiles. We ate more cake because someone told us eating sweet will bring in the nasha faster. Yes that is what we were looking for, to get drunk! Ash got out the lappy and played songs from Dabang. Priya and I started dancing. After that, when the vodka got over and when the wine was opened and finished and how many songs and what volume we played, none had a clue. The camera was on the whole time and it recorded all all dances and gibberish talks.

Finally after 2, we actually started swaying. We drank everything neat, bottoms up and mixed wine with vodka. The chadne wala part had triggered in. We all were very very aware that we were now very drunk. Totally drunk. Next thing we know is, we were calling up people! I called up CK at 2:30AM and started yelling at him and telling him to give me more attention. I know I yelled about this, but what were the exact words only CK knows :-P Mine was still better, considering Priya called up her mom in India to let her know that her daughter was drunk but it is fine to be drunk :-) Listening to her conversation Ash retrieved the device from her hand and hid it. Finally after 3AM we called it the night and decided to sleep. But was the night going to end just like that?

None of us were able to walk back to our bedrooms. Honestly it swayed, the room swayed BAD, just like they show in the movies. That happened. The washroom was 10 steps away from the bedroom, but I was holding the wall to reach the bathroom door. And we were so conscious that I was telling Ash, that "Look look Ash I am swaying, like in the movies. Look how drunk I am!!" As soon as I reached the washroom, the first thing I did was vomit. I stood up and when I saw down, Ash was there vomiting. She stood and I went down again. You are cringing reading this, but we felt soooo much better after the puking! Finally we crept back to our beds and slept. What Priya was doing all that time, NO CLUE!

The next day, exactly at 6AM, we all were up. Fresh as the dew. It is said, that jab 'utharthi hain' tab immediately neend khulti hain. The next minute we were around the lappy looking at the videos. and My what a shock we were in for. We were dancing with lewd movements, talking utter rubbish and were not at all SANE. What we felt that we were conscious, didn't look like anything in those videos. We looked terrible, danced cheaply and were totally drunk.

The entire day was spent in a sickening hangover. We just ate rice and were severely dehydrated! Its been 2 years since then, but we never drank again like that. Because the drinking was fun but the hangover?!? NO. I swear I don't think I would ever get so drunk, because I dread the hangover that much. The episode became quite a talk of the town with people demanding the pictures and the videos for proof. Let me state this clearly here-> If you want the pictures, we demand a royalty more than the pics for beti B. WELL YES, they are THAT totally X rated! If not, you just have to believe me ;-)

Ahh, the time when we were totally wasted!

PS: I have not been replying to any posts, comments, emails, phone calls, messages. There was this huge turmoil. I keep vanishing and come back with this excuse. But sadly, this is not an excuse. This post, because I wanted to write something different. Something fun!
Happy Navratri.

A Wife's Poem - Unknown Author

Hubby sent me an interesting forward and I really couldn't helping chuckling after reading it. Hope you enjoy this and take it in the right spirit! The author is unknown, but I am sure she (or he?) possesses an amazing sense of humour!

He didn't like the curry

         And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...

  Not like his mother use to make.

     I didn't prepare the coffee right

He didn't like the skew,

          I didn't mend his socks

       The way his mother used to do.

     I pondered for an answer

   I was looking for a clue.

Isn't there anything I could do

   To match his mother's shoe

      Then I smiled as I saw light

     One thing I could definitely do

             I turned around

             and slapped him tight...

           Like his mother used to!!!!!

Author unknown

Husbands, who insist that wife should treat him like his mother does, beware!

Olympic Joys

I am deactivated from Facebook, so there has to be a medium where I can yell with joy oyy!

Saina gets the bronze. Oh lalala. And what irony, this same time last year, we were staying right next to the Wembley Arena, London. God, I actually used to jog around those fountains every morning. We have this feeling that, if we were still there, we would have invited Saina for a brunch with us, and yes she would have obliged! Well that's how grounded she is. To add to our woes, a colleague who stays in our building(in London), shared clips with her and couple of more friends actually made it to the match today! This makes us so jealous. Never mind, after the Sania vs China matches, it will be nice to see her shining on the podium with that bronze. She is clearly aiming the pinnacle on that podium and with each olympics she is getting closer. True Champion.

On the tennis front, Sunday is what we await, because it is Roger for you at the centre court Wimbledon grounds. And although he is playing against Murray, sadly the home crowd favorite will have to settle with the silver. Well unfortunate, but that's how it has to work. Fedex already has a gold in doubles, and we know await for the Golden career slam. Excited.

Giving us more joy is Serena, who is blasting off Maria. She already has got the first set for 6-0, and clearly running away with the second set. Oh how I love Williams, both of them and how I dont like Maria. Maria may have the 4 grand slams in her kitty, but her grunts and legs seems to popularize here more than those trophies. Well no problems there, but it is the game I like, and so it will be Serena who I adore :-) And as I write this here she is serving for the GOLD! How goosebumpy, Fedex and Williams have won the Wimbledon this year and now both of them playing for the gold and wait, the career gold slam! Something is surely golden in the grass this year! Touchwood.


Leander and the tennis folks made hell of cry as to who wants to partner whom. Well looks like all that tamasha was for nothing. Vishnu Vardhan, the 'not wanted' double partner, played hell better than Leander himself. Well next time, Vishnu should call the shots, as to whom he would like to partner. Actually Vishnu need not worry about that, considering by the next Olympics there won't be much to choose from!
Sania, well don't have much to say about her. The mixed doubles, well uhhmm lets see what happens there. Call me a sadist, but I don't wish for her to win. Reason: She is just too haughty for words. I have seen here play live in the Wimbledon three years back, and believe me guys, her first service was terrible, not worth mentioning here. Bored.

Boxing is what has caught our attention now. And finally I have begun to understand the game. Vijender is there. But so is Devendro Singh. How beautiful was he in that ring today, and the minute the third round was done he knew it. He is in the quarters! Hopeful.

And of course at last my favorite, athletics. There is so much to learn from Bolt. Watched the 100m Men's heats today, and how relaxed was he. Yes this is the Olympics and yes there is the pressure, but at the end of the day it is a 100m run. He danced his way to the start point. Did his jig, and went for the run. He won it, and did his customary 'head turn to see his opponent' at the finish line. That's how cool this guy is, tons of life fundas to learn there people. Love.

Finally, it is nice to have the feeling of looking forward to crucial matches with Indians in it. It makes the Olympics all the more memorable. 2 Bronze and a Silver already, its is becoming a fruitful event, the trend starting from Athens 8 years back! Now we await with bated breath for the time, when the Indian National Anthem plays again this year and we get back more gold back home. Till then we are glued to the sets. Proud Indian.


All images courtesy http://www.london2012.com


PS: As I have decorated with this post with pictures, Serena has won her Gold after demolishing Sharapova.
PS2: Please do notice the Gold font of the post. This is my way of wishing our team Good luck :-)