Turning a Shopaholic

Give me money, give me a day and leave me in a mall.... I love shoes, bags, clothes, colors... oh! there is soooo much to buy.

And therefore I had a great day today. It was a girls day out shopping... and obviously we tried more than we shopped, still ended up with quite a big hole in the pocket :D

Poked around in almost every shop in worli and colaba... trinkets, showpieces, stoles, scarves, bags, chappals, "insha-allah, masha-allah perfumes" (this was was awesome)...

But what it lacked was a parlour... we must have walked miles ( i hope i lost a few kgs)... but nothing in sight... sighh.,. maybe i shd thank god that it saved us some money atleast :).. (which was promptly spent on some beautiful pink and green chappals)..

All in all a great day... and i have to shop again next weekend seeing that i didn't get any of the stuff that i had actually gone out to buy...

Clutter

Sometimes i wonder what would happen if i remove all the clutter from my life. As of now, wherever i see there is some sort of a mess surrounding me.

I am not, have never been and can never be the organized kinds. Somehow clutter is what i thrive on. As long as it's a mess, i can just dig in and find what i want.. doesn't take no time.. no sir... and god save me; the day i arrange my cupboard, i can't find a thing to wear... i sort my papers, they go missing and don't even get me started on knick-knacks.

I can never fold my clothes and keep them, open my shoes at the designated place, put my socks in the shoes, keep the change back in the purse, fold the bedcovers... never... it just somehow gets postponed for later...hell.. even my desktop is messy.. lots of files all over the place, waiting to be moved to the right folders..

I have trouble throwing off old clothes and shoes, even the ones i know i'll never wear again.. i just go and dump them back home.. never to see them again, but safe in the knowledge that they are there just in case i feel like using them again (or if i ever fit into them again)...

And then there is a paradox... as chaotic as my personal belongings are, in general i like things neat and clean, spic and span... i'll arrange flowers in vases, dust off books, wipe the kitchen counter, scrub floors....then u open my cupboard.. and lo! everything falls out haphazardly...sighhh....

Garima tells me if i ever publish this blog, i'll greatly reduce my chances of getting married (which are pretty slim at this moment anyways)... but as usual i am gonna take the risk and hit "Publish post"...

here goes....

A small list of desires - what women want

• Morning chai.. made by the guy
• fluffy pillows, clean sheets and a spring matteress...
• cooking breakfast
• wet hair
• cuddle in the mornings
• friends dropping in unannounced
• chocolate
• sunlit airy rooms
• bright curtains
• flowers
• wine
• back rubs
• being carried from room to room
• fresh green leaves drenched in rain
• fresh smells
• cheese
• warm hands
• music
• candles
• a hot bath with lavender
• shopping trips
• gossip over a drink
• dirty dancing
• a cozy nook to read in
• french beards
• starlit sky
• smell of earth after it rains
• men who dance
• driving
• late night walks
• waterfalls
• waves crashing on the rocks
• sunsets by the sea
• seashells
• flowy dresses that fit just right
• slumber parties
• movies n popcorn
• hot chappatis
• stilettos
• tattoos
• ......................................

Watching the sun go down

I like rocks more than sand.. i like sunsets more than sunrises (maybe because to see a sun rise one needs to get up painfully early.. and i am not a believer in effort making :D) and for these reasons only (and i stress on ONLY) i like Mumbai bandstand.

Sitting there in the evenings, with the cool breeze and the vast expanse of the sea has a calming effect on me. I prefer sitting there alone because people have this annoying habit of trying to make conversation just when one is mulling over the questions of life (or watching a movie).

It's been a long time since i went there.. the busy schedules, traffic, money and pure laziness... I think it's time to make another trip.. like a pilgrimage.

I like the salty taste of the breeze there, and the rush of the waves, the eager enthusiasm as the waves rush to the rocks and the zest with which they crash on them only to be broken into pieces, and then come rushing again... this is soooooooooo much like what they call the circle of life.. the same thing over and over again.. with renewed enthusiasm and energy every time, the feeling that this time it'll be something different. Now i don't want to go into the karmic level of how everyone-who-is-born-has-to-die and so on.. but even at the individual level i feel that we end up running around in circles :D

Here i can also see the difference between me and the sea, the sea has so much turbulence near the shore and such calm in the center, and i have apparent calm on the surface and turbulence inside.. so maybe sitting there has a destructive interference, where the opposites cancel each other out…. Wait a minute.. what am I doing writing it here… Bandstand; here I come…