Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Ultra-Chic Complex

This is a tale of two crazy sisters. The younger one is ultra chic, with ramp-ready hairstyle and sleek heels, surrounded by sweet delicate scent, even though her college days were spent mostly at the rear end of cows and goats. While the elder one is a flappy bird, with flappy clothes and frizzy hair. The elder one would flick younger sisters cool frocks and jeans, and in exchange give her meager green notes. :P



I tried wearing her extremely fexy heels one day, could hardly make it to the mirror!! I can do a better river-crossing than stride in those insanely high heels.


My sister is my emergency fashion guru. Due to time difference I always end up calling her during unearthly hours, sharing pictures in whatsapp, asking her opinion. She would mumble and grumble in sleep, but would often provide a decent understandable reply.
  
But the opinions always come at a price, only the bravehearts would endure the criticism she gives.

"What is that gunny bag you are wearing??"
"What's with all the tyres splitting out of your waist"
"Please for god sake throw those shoes, even beggars wear better shoes than you" - and she was so fed up that she bought me a new pair of red converse :D
"What's with that ponytail? Your hairline seems to be receding"
"Is that Kajal or Crow's feet? "

Yeah she's brutal, but she's my sister... she has the birth right :P but if the husband tries any of these, he is dead meat :P



Do you have an Uber Chic Sista??


Don't Miss out on previous Musings :)




Day 7 G: The Gobsmacked Syndrome 
Day 8 H: The Husband Histrionics  
Day 9 I: The Insanity Aggregation 
Day 10 J: The Boga Joba Juxtaposition
Day 11 K: The Kitchen Katastrophes
 
Day 12 L: The Love Lunaticism
Day 13 M: Momentum of a Moment  
Day 14 N: The Nikki Adoration  
Day 15 O: The OCD Instability   
Day 16 P: The Puppy Dog Eyes Mutation   
Day 17 Q: The Quad Bikers
Day 18 R: The Room Extrapolation
Day 19 S: The Slytherin Overpowerment 
Day 20 T: The Tees and Jeans Squabble


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

The Tee's and Jeans Squabble

 Theme: Home Affairs of Elephant Warriors    

My sibling and I were quite... hmm lets say mischievious.



Both my brother and I had quite the temper. We were like raging fire, figting over things like last strand of Maggi Noodle or that shiny Toffee wrapper.

  

There's not much age difference between me and my siblings,and while growing up we were almost of same size and height. So you can imagine what a ruckus we created for clothes. My sister would handwash her clothes  and dilligently iron her stylish tees and jeans and then hide them all. My brother and I would spend hours trying to find the location. I would go for the shirts and he, for the jeans. 

My brother will get all decked up with copious amount of hairgel, nauseating deodrant and her jeans (somehow they were a perfect fit). He would deliberately walk past her and soon as soon she realizes that it's her jeans, he would jump on his bike and ride away. There would be sparks flying all over the place, while mom would try to calm her down.


Do you too have a story like this?

Don't Miss out on previous Musings :)




Day 7 G: The Gobsmacked Syndrome 
Day 8 H: The Husband Histrionics  
Day 9 I: The Insanity Aggregation 
Day 10 J: The Boga Joba Juxtaposition
Day 11 K: The Kitchen Katastrophes
 
Day 12 L: The Love Lunaticism
Day 13 M: Momentum of a Moment  
Day 14 N: The Nikki Adoration  
Day 15 O: The OCD Instability   
Day 16 P: The Puppy Dog Eyes Mutation   
Day 17 Q: The Quad Bikers
Day 18 R: The Room Extrapolation
Day 19 S: The Slytherin Overpowerment


 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The Slytherin Overpowerment

Theme: Home Affairs of Elephant Warriors    

I have a suspicion that the SalazarSlytherin of Harry Potter fame, once resided in my house too. Else how will you explain the outburst of snakes all over the place? Those slimy red necked rat eating thing, slithering through the corridors!! They are freaking everywhere. 


While growing up, every other day, I would hear my mom scream from the kitchen, followed by tang clang clang of utensils falling and then the footsteps of my mother running all over the place, carrying Phenyl. My house is meticulously cleaned with phenyl because somehow, the snakes cant tolerate the smell.


And they have some kind of weird affinity to Mom who I am sure must have been a descendent of Slytherin. Few months back, my Maahi (mothers sister) had a baby and was staying with us. My mom cleared out a whole room for their arrival. Since the baby was born prematurely, my mom would usually place a mattress on the floor and sleep in the same room in case Maahi needed anything, while Maahi and the baby would sleep in the bed.


One night, while she was asleep, she felt a cold slimy thing on her feet. With a jolt she woke up to find a snake around her leg. Without thinking she just ran out of the room, screaming like theres no tomorrow. All the households in the neighbouring five hundred meters must have woken by the histrionics of our household. 


My dad of course, the knight in shining armour, came to the rescue.

Don't Miss out on previous Musings :)


Day 7 G: The Gobsmacked Syndrome 
Day 8 H: The Husband Histrionics  
Day 9 I: The Insanity Aggregation 
Day 10 J: The Boga Joba Juxtaposition
Day 11 K: The Kitchen Katastrophes

Day 12 L: The Love Lunaticism
Day 13 M: Momentum of a Moment
Day 14 N: The Nikki Adoration
Day 15 O: The OCD Instability 
Day 16 P: The Puppy Dog Eyes Mutation 
Day 17 Q: The Quad Bikers
Day 18 R: The Room Extrapolation
Day 19 S: The Slytherin Overpowerment


Monday, April 21, 2014

The Room Extrapolation

Theme: Home Affairs of Elephant Warriors   

I have always been crazy about my things, and when it came to my room, I was insanely possessive. To the extent that I even had my name printed on a name-plate outside the door :P But when you have two bratty siblings, who are always up to no good, I could hardly spend some peaceful time in my room. They would either sneak inside, or peep through window or just lock me in. 

I would often wake up in the morning with my brother sleeping next to me and my sister cuddled up near my feet, and all three of us fighting for the blanket. I still have no idea at exactly what time these two would sneak into my bed.

Countless days I have spent studying for mathematics exam in the drawing room. Every time with new 'Josh' I would plan to study till late, but each morning I would wake up drooling over my trigonometric sums, and half the syllabus still untouched.



Later on when we built a new room, I brother immediately proclaimed it and marked his territory by photos of Sania Mirza and Batman and numerous disney characters.




Don't Miss out on previous Musings :)

Day 7 G: The Gobsmacked Syndrome 
Day 8 H: The Husband Histrionics  
Day 9 I: The Insanity Aggregation 
Day 10 J: The Boga Joba Juxtaposition
Day 11 K: The Kitchen Katastrophes

Day 12 L: The Love Lunaticism
Day 13 M: Momentum of a Moment
Day 14 N: The Nikki Adoration
Day 15 O: The OCD Instability 
Day 16 P: The Puppy Dog Eyes Mutation 
Day 17 Q: The Quad Bikers

 

Saturday, April 19, 2014

The Quad Bikers

Theme: Home Affairs of Elephant Warriors  
My husband and I went for Quard Biking in Glenworth Valley Horse Riding center, the same place where I met Angel the lovely white horse, and did Horse Riding. My experience with bikes isn’t good, so I was quite apprehensive if I would ever be able to manoeuvre this massive bike. After the trial run and few stumbles, our group went for a ride along the valley. The road was rough and cobbled and at every turn I imagined myself falling into the ditch.

Thankfully no such thing happened and we had a wonderful ride.






Friday, April 18, 2014

The Puppy-Dog Eyes Mutation

My bro and sister went to the same veterinary college. Every morning she would wake up early in the morning, prepare soup and sandwiches and take them to the class to give it to my brother. Yeah, he was the envy of the whole class. My brother would in return give him blood and goof stained lab coat to her for washing. Brother!!! *rolls eyes* 

Being the youngest, my brother was and is still the pampered of all. But for years
he had fought against what he called discrimination at home. You see if I or my sister needed anything, we would just go to dad, make puppy dog eyes and say pleaaassseeeeee in a long 'cutest' manner. That was all required to melt his heart. Dads just can't say no to their darling daughters, can they?


But if bro asked for something he was interrogated with all the what why who whom where questions. Ahh poor he :P He tried our method too, but it only resulted in an expression that clearly said What the frack is wrong with him!!

Infact when he went home after he passed out of Academy, he was assigned the task of painting the roof :P 




 

My brother has a puppy dog look too, which he learned from all the years with our dogs. But I classify that as his Bhikari (beggar) look. Nevertheless, it has quite an effect on both the sisters. He knows he could get his younger sister cook a feast with roast chicken and pulao  and the elder sister to share half of her peanut salary just by making that look. Ahh brothers!! God gave them the quality to melt their sisters heart into one gooey pulp.

{In the picture, is my previous neighbor's pup Sunny}




Thursday, April 17, 2014

The OCD Instability


OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Now my Dad loves to have everything meticulously clean and proper. A shoe should be in shoe-rack, the comb should be near the mirror , all the body lotions and oil should be arranged in one line according to height, increasing or decreasing. My mother is just the opposite, it's just that she has too much in her plate.

With hungry brats screaming for attention, dog chewing up the door mat, leaves all over the garden, Dad asking for coconut oil, the comb would land on dinning table and Salt-Pepper can on dressing table.


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My sister cannot wear anything that's not ironed and when I  say ironed I mean -  steamy iron. Even during fashion-emergencies when we need to get ready in a jiffy, she would leisurely take her shirt and slowly iron it until she's surrounded by steam. How she manages not to set her clothes on fire, is beyond my understanding.

My funda is pretty simple
Image - Etsy

And because of this, she is the forced official Iron-er of our household. I actually used to bribe her to iron my clothes.

My brother was obsessed about decorating the wall, like this

Yup that's his room
 which obviously freaked my Mom out :P


Don't Miss out on previous Musings :)
Day 7 G: The Gobsmacked Syndrome 
Day 8 H: The Husband Histrionics  
Day 9 I: The Insanity Aggregation 
Day 10 J: The Boga Joba Juxtaposition
Day 11 K: The Kitchen Katastrophes 






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