Side effects of binge watching shows on Prime and Netflix I guess.
Been remembering the amazing road trip with the girls around Bhutan. Spent the evening looking through pictures and reminiscing and when that didn’t work, made some lovely Kewa Datshi. Had a fun loud laughter filled tea date with Cma who dropped in on her way back from work. Looks like along with Dubai, we have another girls getaway to plan soon. Yayyyyyy!!!! Happy days to look to ahead.
As I’m posting this, I see MSNBC reporting an attack at the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris. I hope that humanity as a whole can find a way to stop this evil. We cannot go on this way.
Storm clouds are rolling in putting an end to sights of cloudless blue skies. But then there are the joys of an Indian monsoon to look forward to. Especially the food that gets churned out of mums kitchen 😉.
On an unrelated note, it is on days like today that I miss the J’ngr merry gang fiercely. I don’t think I’ve ever missed watching an India vs Pakistan match with a big noisy emotional and totally fired up mob. And at the cost of sounding partial, the J’ngr gang is my absolute favourite group to indulge my cricket madness with. The fun that was had during the 2011 World Cup season was epic!!!! Guess the others feel the same way, since that group chat has been hyper active today discussing India’s massive score of 319!!!! Wish the rain would stop and these stooopid commentators stop talking about the Duckworth-Lewis method.
And then as you are typing a long blogpost there are sudden cravings. Sigh.
Looking forward to binge-watching all 6 seasons of GoT before the seventh season starts next month. RV’s sneaky tactics of getting me to start watching has finally worked. I’m wondering if I should put up the video of the supercute Italian guy I saw playing the GoT theme on the piano at the Napoli Centrale.
In other news, in the real world MONSOON HAS COME. Which thankfully means the end of stuffy and uncomfortably hot tropical weather and we can look forward to amazing white noise while falling asleep. But on the flip side, the rains signal the end of the Mango season. So guess what I’ll be binge-eating till the end of this week 😎.
Starting right now!!!
Got to re-live a cherished ritual today. Comfy pyjamas, insane laughter, some chocolate and bowls of ice cream, soulful conversations, honest admissions, stark realisations and a silent knowledge of a relationship that is such a source of strength to everyone. That would have been a description of a sleepover with my girls in a nutshell any day. But this one was different. Even though separated by 3 continents, 3 time zones and 3 seasons, technology seemed to just ease that sense of missing someone dear even if only a little bit.
Been enjoying some heartwarming and insightful conversations recently. Conversations that were funny and revealing and left so much to ponder upon. And the best part was oftentimes catching myself midway wishing that the banter did not end. Isn’t it wonderful that just when you think there is nothing new you could find out about a person who you think you know inside out, you hear previously surprising unknown stories about them?
Mom in the meantime has developed a theory of her own that was hitherto unknown to all of us. According to her, seeing these mugs in the kitchen sink mid-morning means both her babies stayed the night at her place. I almost melted when I heard her say that.
PS: Scooby seems to bear zero conflicts in his soul about drinking coffee regularly from a mug embossed with the word TEA.
Watching the parade at Walt Disney World to celebrate the New Year. The creation of my Picasa account and the travel blog was for the purpose of sharing memories from this brilliant day.
To celebrate I’m drinking milk from a bottle whose cap is a salute to Minnie.
Wasn’t Meryl Streep’s speech at the Golden Globes absolutely riveting??!!
a brooding hero (a tall, hot, brooding hero with a strong chin and an angular jaw. Preferably one who is also rich like Cole Harrison, but Will Parker will do too). A bit insecure but a strong heroine (a b-e-a-u-tiful heroine with creamy skin and a thin waist), a crazy past that one of them is trying to hide, mixed emotions, blush inducing conversations (usually the rosy tinge adorns the heroines cheeks), intense happiness, sad reflections, a period of separation wherein the realisation of true feelings towards each other dawn, homecomings and the intense emotions of reconciliation.
And usually a baby at the end.
Kingdom of Dreams made for a wonderful re-read. Nav lent it to me during our 3rd semester in engineering college and I recall feeling so swept up in the story that I told my parents there was a test the next day and stayed up “studying” till 4 in the morning to finish this book. It’s safe to say I didn’t get much sleep after that on account of the big goofy grin adorning my face as I lay recollecting certain passages involving Royce Westmorland. Those teenage years were the absolute best at times. I don’t think I feel emotions with the same level of intensity as I did back in those years.
They used to offer a break from the routine of college life, put a stop(temporarily) to the tyranny of lecturers and broke the monotony of a student life schedule. It offered such a happy excuse to party hard and pounce on food stalls serving dishes hitherto unknown to the ears or palate of my 17 year old self. In addition to all that, it also seemed to introduce ideas and dreams (and expectations) to previously untouched college freshman minds.
It seemed like we had all the fun while all the hard work of putting this event together rested on the responsible shoulders of seniors in the Student Council and a few enthusiastic juniors. They seemed to manage it all – from procuring funds, setting a schedule, sending out nationwide invites to participating colleges, distributing tickets and even acquiring SPONSORS!!! Wonder how the student body President did all that and managed to score gold medals in academics?
If they ran that festival as teenagers wonder what they are doing now?