My Gang of Girls

This post is about My GANG, who has been with me since school and will be with me forever. We are a unique bunch, our traits and qualities endear us to many and also infuriate many..;)This is dedicated to my friends and a glimpse into our world for the others.:)

Women really do rule the world.  They just haven't figured it out yet.  When they do, and they will, we're all in big big trouble.  ~ Doctor Leon

Anne- She is the innocent one in our group, who was taken for a ride always but then the little girl grew up and now takes us for a ride (at least tries to:)). She is curious about everything, also about things she doesn’t understand and we have to explain it to her, that too explicitly... ;) We love her for her inquisitiveness and innocence.

Chanchal – A girl who is an original and just as priceless as a Da Vinci or a Picasso. She is the life of the party, her grin and her mischievous smile is infectious. Her one liners and her sense of humor is unparalleled. But what really make her adorable are her childlike enthusiasm and a heart of gold.

Khushboo – She is the perfect daughter and now I should add the perfect daughter-in-law (I really look up to her for that), who is the only girl we all don’t want to get in the wrong side of, a fact her husband would completely endorse..;).But the truth is we all love being bossed by her, she is the one string which binds us all and we love her. 

Shradha- She always has the expression of a disapproving aunt at all our antics but in the end we are rewarded with an indulgent smile when she realizes that we will never improve and remain as crazy as ever always. 

Siddhi – She is the saint among us, who is the ocean of calm in a storm though she is herself very sentimental and her huge eyes get all red along with her cute nose. She is the one who is always there for all of us though she is a very busy lady with long queues of her so called “acquaintances” actually admirers... ;).

Sucheta- She is the coolest gal among us all. She always has the most interesting stories to tell and loves to tell them, with a sparkle in her eye. We have seen her growing up and her hair growing short from her very early days when she didn’t cut them at all due to some religious reasons. We love you for the weird and funny stuffs you always tell us.

Yamini- She is the Gucci one, who would tell you how the other day she went shopping and got her Guess shades. She is the one who made us ladies from the gauche teenage girls we were, so you have to mind your P’s and Q’s in front of her. We all love her for bringing sophistication to our group. :)

Vrinda- She is the clever one. She is the only one among us who ever looks at the watch and is on time everywhere, very much to our dismay. We love her parents more than her for putting a roof over our head every time, I mean we have had the maximum number of slumber parties at her place:).We love her for her curls, her graphology and for all the lunches and dinners at her place along with all the tidbits and snacks we gorge on at her home. 

These are my girls, whom I love and adore and have grown up with. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!

P.S: They are the ones responsible for making me ME, so you can bash them up for the problems you have with me... ;)

You get some, You lose some.........

I saw my air ticket, on the rightmost corner it was written flight duration 2:35 minutes from Bombay to Kolkata. I glanced at it and left it there. I didn't know that I would experience a kaleidoscope of emotions during this journey.It all began when we started packing or actually I should say attempting to pack the loads n loads (believe me its not an exaggeration)of stuff we had. There were small things which reminded me of all the wonderful times I have spent in the last few months, an earthern pot which I had made when we went to a village theme restaurant, the lost T-Shirt that I had been looking everywhere for, the purse made out of paper by one of my friends in a class exercise, etc.I left the hostel, gave the room one last glance which already looked as if it was waiting eagerly for its new occupants who would add to its cache of memories. As we drove out of the campus, there was this new and unexpected feeling of leaving something behind, the lawns, buildings, as if they all are saying that we will  be waiting for you. I had just come out of my reverie and was looking forward to my return to my city, when one of my friend gave me a goodbye card which stated what we all were feeling very simply that " we will miss each other, this time, this place". I reached the airport, a new sense of excitement came over me when it finally dawned on me that I am going home.:)  I boarded the bus which would take us to our plane, a child sitting next to me exclaimed " Uui to"and pointed eagerly towards the plane, which means there it is in Bengali, which felt like music to my ears and I also felt there it is, the day I waited for so eagerly since months. I sat on my customary window seat which I love and haggle for at the check-in counter. Then I heard a mom consoling her child and exclaiming " Baba aishe jaabe", Bengali again which means that your father will soon come and I thought of my Dad who would be waiting for me at Kolkata airport in 2 hours time. And my high had no bounds then, thoughts of Kolkata filled me and these 2 hours seemed like the longest journey ever. The despair of leaving my institute was replaced by unparalled joy of going home and meeting all my loved ones...:):)

A HISTORIC WIN

ICC WORLD CUP 2011- a dream for millions of Indians all over the world came true. Each Indian has his/her own story to tell about the moment when Dhoni lifted the gleaming World Cup amidst cheering by thousands of spectators at Wankhede stadium, Mumbai. It was very difficult to tell whether the shine on the cup was that of the unshed tears of the senior players, of the mischievious grins of the young ones, of the blessing to the miracle called Sachin Tendulkar ,or just  the glow of prayers by the countrymen to the 330 million Gods in India. 

I, too was glued to the screen and witnessed THE MOMENT on the day, which I would like to call THE CRICKET DAY:).It was a day which I would never forget in my lifetime. How can I ever forget the awe at the maiden overs and yorkers of Zaheer Khan, spellbounding fielding by the team, the calm, composed Gambhir on his way to 97, the beautiful knock of Dhoni and the flying six by Yuvraj? And the priceless feeling of cheering the team with my friends by my side, the high fives after every fours and sixes, waving the Indian flag, shouting "Come on, India" with so much intensity that it must have vibrated somewhere in Wankhede and the celebrations outside the hostel with the hapless guard shouting ceaselessly at us to get inside.A day which I can see bringing joy to Indians for many many years to come. I would like to say a big Thank You to the team in blue to have united India and to have shown to the world what to look forward to from India in the coming era.As for me, I can see myself staring at a distant horizon, with a sparkle in my eye and telling my grandchildren about this day .Amen!