April 25, 2014

C or Cricket!

For the full day, I kept on thinking what are those words related to me which starts from C? Cars, Change or Char rasta?? Yeah I can stoop down to that level of thoughts! Then  it stuck me - It is the Cricket.

My knowledge of Cricket is as limited as how to spin the ball and I can do it with the hit rate of 0.5 but hey I can identify if it is a no ball or well, just a googly! The reasons behind Ms.Bubblegum writing on such a nasty (for me!) subject?

Cricket and my younger brother and Mr.ISB and my mama and my bro-buddies and my flatmates and....

So you all must be getting my point, how I love cricket for nothing! It is like a love hate relationship. I love Sachin and Sourav , the major reason why I avoid watching cricket now. That was not the end of the story, the love got refurbished during the last world cup and it also witnessed the peak in my interest. Though Cricket never became a religion for me. Same with Cricketers, they were never Gods for me.

In childhood when my Nani planned to make me learn some basics of Cricket she asked me mama to teach me bowling. She asked my brother to teach me batting. The reason? Sourav ! She wanted me to bat with left hand and bowl with my right hand. The step confused me so much that I bat with both hands and manage to get out in the single ball! The poor child in me always became the 'Dudh danhi' in the game of cricket in my society!

So even when I seriously dont love Cricket, Some times I am as enthusiastic as my brother who does not let me watch cricket in the drawing room as it makes his player go zero in batting. As Mr.ISB adores and plays cricket for hours, be it hot or rainy, I am sure there is a lot between me and cricket.

I am quite positive about it ,only if Mr.ISB gets into any matches and I need to show off a bit as his wife. I am very open to ideas of developing side effects of Cricket for myself! :D

With the risk of getting brick bats, I am ending my post here. C for Cricket.

April 23, 2014

B for Bride? No, Bridezilla!

So after the A for Allergy, of course Bride comes into my mind for the second alphabet!

Ms. Bubblegum, the bride is going through some severe mood swings which is truly describes as 'The bride has its own brain' phenomena.I am amazed at ways I look at things.

I forget about enjoying the story or even the heroes of the movie. I check out outfits and ornaments heroines wear in all movies I watch. I conveniently forget about some interesting dialogues. So very unlike me.

Fashion magazines and cosmetics catch my vision more than some mythological thrillers which I love to the core.

I keep on reading each and every article related to fitness, make up and easy tips to get ready for the big fat Indian wedding!

Of course the nonstop cribbing while checking never ending shopping list continues but when the actual shopping session begins yours truly enjoys splashing money as well!

When some asks about the yearly plan of my career, I become numb for a while. It is almost impossible to plan for any damn thing in my life beyond the Wedding day! Life seems blank!

Every particle of dust and each untidy sheets in the bachelor house irritates me but I keep calm as my mind is prepared to move out soon.I am going to have my own Home!!

Furniture shops and deals of cook wares grab my attention more than Spa and beauty saloons!

Cooking does not scare me, it is not that I daily cook but I have started enjoying cooking more than ever.

Everything around gets bifurcated in two worlds- Married and Unmarried. Yes, pretty much everything and every one.

People asking for your new surname/ caste and religion to check if it is a love marriage or an arranged marriage get the answer of their lives. Yes, the young lady, yours truly, gets rebellious without any reason.

No wonder, very soon my friends will be able to see a virtual grumpy and hyper monkey in me which every one calls a 'Bride Zilla'!

B is for Bride? No, the Bridezilla!

April 22, 2014

A for Allergy!

Yes, I might teach that title (A for Allergy!)to all kids around me. I am sensitive to some one billion (Okay, a joke?) things in this world. In a different way, I am allergic to many many things ( Micro things if it makes sense?) and also to some behaviors you see!

One of the very first things my mom dad taught me, was to tell or raise a flag that I am allergic to Sulpha content in the medicine, if I end up getting treatment under a doctor,a health care person or in a hospital without them. The allergy for me was discovered when I was a toddler and I had developed some serious skin rashes due to medicines which had Sulpha. So from that very day, the single goal of all doctors in my family to teach me how a kid aka the tiny Bubblegum should be aware of the fact.

Then one day while enjoying helping my grand mother and mom, we came to know that I am allergic to 'Bhaji' or leafs of 'Radish'! Wow and for a person like me, who as a kid, used to hate radish more than any one else in this world, it was the awesome gift of God! Really. Needless to say, for years I used to raise the topic whenever I went to buy vegetables with my dad and mom!No to radish officially!

Later in my teens, I developed allergy towards all girly things in my life. Of course it came into the picture after the end of my Bharatnatyam tenure and 355 days. Ten days of Navartri were exceptions. This allergy was developed due to the psychology of yours truly which included allergy towards girly talks as well. The result was a college going girl who had a soul of a school going tom boyish girl in reality.

The college days got over and the real allergies (Not the psychological ones) started troubling me again resulting in migraines. It included the smell of boiling oil, harsh sun light and music on loud speakers. I started getting attached and detached to some of my good friends and they shifted into 'Allergic' category as well in the same era. (No they don't know this.) This phase also includes development of anti-allergic virtues towards some girly things like lip balms, Kajals and well, sarees.

If I take a time jump and fall into present mode, I am allergic to some random pollen in Pune. If I want to avoid sneezing for some 25 times in the morning and other 25 in the evening I have to take anti allergic pills regularly. Needless to say, it helps me in avoiding migraine mission of my life too.

Talking about psychological allergies I am suffering from today, I am allergic to people who dont respect the person they are talking to. Mobile manners to a rule book to be a  good flat-mate, if not followed, I can develop severe allergic symptoms.

Don't you think, life is all about allergies and how do we manage? Well it was a rubbish line, enough to make me allergic to my own thoughts!

April 21, 2014

Birthday and all that Jazz!

I am really really late for the birthday post! Yeah, I am growing! I did not get time to blog at all and since so many days , so many things going on that it is really tough to sum up and blog! Today, I decided to blog, just out of the blue. Ah, to remove those blues and fill the life with pinks! Blogging is therapeutic!

So my birthday came - zip zap zoom and so Mr.ISB happened to reach Pune exactly on the same day! I think I do not remember any other thing apart from his coming and the awesome chocolate cake by flatmates. Of course they had written my name "Drama Queen" on the cake, how would they not do it!! Over all a happy happy birthday ended with a great 'Candle light' ( Yes, darling, I went to candle light dinner!) with Mr.Would be groom. Yeah, the birthday included some harassing gifts and surprises by some friends of mine!

With the birthday came up a reminder of my wedding day which is coming closer day by day. Preparations are geared up at both homes. From four cities two cities are heating up with enthusiasm and tension. Other two cities are busy wrapping up professional chorus before the leave. Yeah, later two cities give shelters to the bride and the groom.

Honestly I am excited but more than that I am pissed off. Pissed of for not being able to wrap up preparations before the day from Pune. More than that setting up a new 'Home' is something I am looking forward to but there are no plans available due to uncertainties we are facing.

The grown up feeling keeps on hitting the heart and it beats way faster just to realize, I still can snatch that Strawberry Yogurt or Panipuri, Chocolate bar or a jar of dried berries as fast as I used to in my childhood. I still feel like jumping on those puffed mattresses in hotel, which used to be a usual practice of us- siblings wherever we stayed, in vacations. Some personalities can be staunch , isn't it?

To distract myself , I have decided to take up a challenge! A challenge to write on topics starting from A to Z, every day each! Just like her!

So wish me luck? Gaps in characters should not be allowed, right?

April 11, 2014

Some one just graduated!

Dear buddy for life/Shana/Mr.ISB,

This blog was suppose to be posted on the eve of your graduation last week. Well, I did not waste a moment to get on the laptop and post it as I was totally into the celebration with you.I am really not sure if this letter/blog post would reach to you even today, I am sure I will definitely get rid of those ants buzzing with pride for you from my body. Weird imagination , that is what your Bubblegum is!

The year it was. Exactly on this day, last year, you were sending gifts for my birthday along with packing bags and managing books/certificates, tickets and what not. How scared I was to get into a situation where two of us would hardly take time to talk due to our hectic schedules and different time zones. The moment you left for Hyderabad, things started to mess up, just to settle. If you know what I mean.

The tenure at Indian School Of Business started with that football match of yours which I hated. Why not? I wanted to talk about how my dear friends celebrated my birthday and how I loved your gifts, you were just attending those matches. The Indian School Of Business competed with me, almost 24 hours a day, virtually with me in those days, just to get you talk to me. Crazy and immature I was. I am sure, I rarely cling on to you, but in those days, things were in a big mess. I was counting months, one by one, thinking I would celebrate the day, ISB will be over for you. (I am feeling sad as ISB is an integral part of my life too!)

Things changed when I came back to India. I was with my family and your family on phone. I could meet my own people. I missed my Singapore friends, but over all it was a nice change. I started understanding under how much pressure you are studying. I started getting introduced to your friends. Of course personal life settled once again. I forgot that for first three months I had struggled to even talk to you.

I am so proud that you could win competitions, you could excel in studies. You could be with me when I needed. You were a support no matter how busy you were. You took the decision of marrying me in a year's time. Hundreds of people thought I was lucky to have you, who is studying in such an institute. I think I am happy to have you, degree really does not matter. It was your commitment, hard work and of course feelings for me which brought us today, where we are standing- waiting for our wedding day.

I am so proud that, even after being in a relationship ( not even married!) you could manage to study so hard and graduate from your dream B-School. I am so proud.Not every one dares to work on dreams!

Now that with a new phase in your personal life, you are entering into a new professional world, I would suggest you to continue your go-with-the-flow attitude.The best thing about you! I am sure some times me and some times work will stress you up, but hey none of us will be too bad.


Rest of the things, manage on your own with your newly developed MBA skills! ;-)