Maybe that day will never come

No PhD

So no PhD now. I gave my interview on the 8th of March and I came to know today that I have not been offered an admit.

I am disappointed that PhD will not happen but the disappointment is not too intense. First of all , while at the interview I came to know that PhD now takes 5-6 years to complete. I was quite disappointed to know that. Simply because then I would be locked in London for a very long period of time. Right now, Sid and I plan to stay in London for not more than 3 more years, head back to India after that and start working there.

It is possible to extend our stay in London to 4 years but 5 years with a high possibility of it turning to 6 years is just too much.

The experience of the interview itself was fantastic. I was interviewed non stop for some 8 hours straight with just 5-6 minutes for myself and I felt as I was walking back home that that experience was enough to make up for the work put in for PhD. I got an opportunity to speak to some of the top professors in the Marketing field in the world. It was an opportunity I was thankful for. I got a chance to bounce ideas off them and though I do not have an admit, some of them had really nice things to say about my proposal.

At the same time, while at my interview, I did not feel excited about the work I would be doing as PhD student. The same problem to be dealt with for the next 6 years was a concept too much to handle.

My other problem was with the amount of money. The stipend itself is quite less and stays the same year after year. So though a job I might get right now might not pay me a gloriously high amount here in London, I can hope and work for a raise.

The other unfortunate bit is that once done with a PhD you become over qualified for all the high paying jobs around.

So, in short you get into this line if and only if you are getting into it for the love of studying and teaching and are okay with a low salary and the kind of life it brings along with it.

I don’t know whether I would have accepted the offer had I got one but I know it would have been a tough decision because it is not every day that you get a course offer from the No 1 B school in the world.

In conclusion, I know I did my best, I really cannot think of anything more I could have done to improve my chances. I am a little sad cos I tried my hand at something, came very close to getting it and then did not, but it was a good ride. I will know for the rest of my life that I gave it my best try and I will also now know that I might not have been such a great fan of an academic career either.
Corporate ! Here I come !

Manager. Writer. Artist.(Yeaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! *Victory Dance*)

So, I have been job hunting. I have given one interview and they have been taking ages to get back to me. This is really funny. It can be ‘No’ which is fine atleast that way I know that one thing is done with.

Apart from that I have another interview on the 4th of March and then the PhD thing on the 8th of March. So well… things are happening and still in a limbo.
So anyways, rather than sitting and fretting about it which I do once in a while, I have decided to learn some skills on my own.

So the first thing that I wanted to learn was ----Tadda! Painting with water colors.

I dunno why I was hell bent on water colors. Maybe it is that hideous painting in my living room here. I am sure it is the copy of some great artist with a complicated French name but it is down right hideous.

I look at it often and think that I can def do a better job of it.

Anyways so today I spent a lot of time trying to figure out where in London I can get water colors. Most areas were too far off and in parts of London I have not been to before. Plus I was feeling a little down today with a bad throat and all. So I just set out of my home. Just like that. Looking around for paints. Aasking people where I can find them.

So that led me to the local post office. And there I found my paints and my paint brushes and some paper. I must say they are not of the best quality but I did not wish to invest in something I was trying out for the first time.

So well, I came home with all my stuff and got down to painting my first water color in ages.

I made 3 today. The 1st two are unfortunately only a little less hideous than the painting in my living room but I like the third one.

I have cheap bad brushes and few cheap colours but I still enjoyed the experience as I tried to copy what the video showed me ( I youtube-ed for water color landscape tutorials and such like).

So the following are the links of the stuff I have tried to copy followed with some pics for you guys to enjoy.

The purple flower
Youtube Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHdCq1upQ30



I don’t like this too much but then if you see the video it is a close match with what the lady has been drawing in the video. So I guess purpose served.

The weeping willow
Youtube Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WY-w_6DZS5g


Okay. Here I am quite happy with the background but I think the tree looks a little weird. As if some one has titled it to one side. The colors are too pale. Not too good but I guess do-able for the second attempt.

The African tree
Youtube Link: I am sorry I cannot find the link for this one I have just used. Thats unfortunate. Tch. Tch.





This is my favourite and I like this one quite a bit. It is simple, was easy to make and most importantly made me feel good! Yeaaayyyy!

As I was telling Sid, although right now I am not working … ok wait…I technically am working since I have not resigned from my previous job…and I have started writing short stories again my current designation/ designations is/are

1. Assistant Manager at a company I don’t work at
2. Writer
3. Artist
How cool is that!!!

Hehehe

Love
RP

This feels like London

I forget that I am in London. Okay. That came out wrong. The Brits try so hard to preserve all that is ancient and cultural that most places look very quaint and you hardly feel like you are living in one of the biggest cities of the world at the moment.

I live by the Thames. My house has an absolutely glorious view of the river. http://smilethesmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/river-thames.html).

Each time I go out and peep to my left I get to see what has now become my favourite view of the city. The way it should look. Powerful and Big. Don't get me wrong, I love the quaint bits to bits. Its just that I love seeing something in London look big. Evrything here including houses, rooms, ceiling, beds is just so tiny!!

Here is the view for you to look at :)

By the day



When the Sun sets



At night.(This pic does not even come close to 10% of the actual thing looks..but still..)



Are not these pretty ? :)

Conversations with the nurse

There is something called the NHS. UK provides you with health services free of cost (ofcrourse they take away 40-50 % of your salary as tax so they had better !) Sid and I had to register for the same. We wanted appointments together we got a slot 14 days later!

So anyways, we went on time and all. I was a little nervous when a shabby looking nurse called my name. she was wearing a crumpled looking shirt from under which I could easily see her huge belly hanging south wards!

So anyways, I went it. The first thing she says is “ In case you do not understand what I say ask me to repeat it and I will do so”. I smiled to myself and nodded a yes.

In some time she realized that I do understand the English she speaks so we kinda struck up a conversation.

“So, what do you do?”
“I am an MBA”, I said.
“What is an MBA?” she asked much to my horror.

“You become a manager”, I said.
She nodded her head. I was not sure that she got what I said.
“What will you do here?”
“I am looking for jobs and looking at PhD”
“What is a phd?”, she asked.

“You become a doctor with a phd , I said.
She shrugged her shoulders.

She took my BP and I was a little doubtful about the numbers so I asked her to repeat the diastolic and systolic figures ( when someone takes your bp they will give you 2 numbers. The above are medical names for the same).

The nurse who had just taken my BP, my pulse rate, my height, my weight and recommended me for another test, said “ I am sorry I do not know what that is”

OMG! OMG! Totally OMG! I feel so funny about NHS now!

And for those of you who are in India, enjoy the medical facilities there! Trust me you will miss them when you are out of india!

RP


P.S Sid went in next and the nurse figured that we are husband and wife.
“ You must be very scared of her,”, she asked my husband.
“ Why would that be”, asked Sid.
“She is soo clever!”, replied the nurse.
Hmpfff!

Short List

Those of you who have been following my posts for some time would know that I have been spending a lot of time working on my phd application.

The first thing I did when I finished B school was to get on with GMAT prep. GMAT prep was a blessing in disguise for me. I had just started work and was about to get married. So all the anxiety which in retrospect is natural for a bride to be would vanish the moment I would open my GMAT book. Plus it gave me a goal to work on which is one thing that always helps.

I gave TOEFL nine days before my wedding. When I came back from my honeymoon many office hours were spent trying to figure out a topic for the phd proposal and the one week I spent with my in laws was spent in penning down the two essays and changing most part of them and re writing them.

In the wee hours of 8th Jan, with my flight to London due in a couple of hours, I finished my essays and submitted my lone application for PhD.

So yes, it has been eventful. But fruitful as well. A fews days ago, I got a mail from the school telling me that I have been short listed for the interview.

I get to spend one whole day with some of the best profs in the marketing domain, get interviewed by them and hopefully meet some more students willing to get into the academic career.

I am excited about this opportunity and am looking forward to 8th of march which is when the interview should happen.

Wish me luck 

Till then,
RP

Dog Poop

I went out for a walk today in the evening. Outside one house right on the street was some dog poop, probably a day old. Next to it, the owner of the house had pasted this huge A4 size white paper on which was written

“ Not only is it disgusting but it is a criminal offence to leave your pets poop on the street. Come back and clean it.”

Haah!

The importance of speaking nicely!

Of late I have realized how important it is to speak nicely to people around you. Specially if they are important in your life. You might do all the right things but by speaking in an incorrect manner that might be too harsh, too aggressive you just take it all away.

I wonder why the way you speak makes all the diffrence in the world. I cannot find an answer. Maybe it is just me -I have been raised that way. I remember being scolded if I ever spoke rudely to anyone. I have realized through my interaction with others that I am not alone. No one likes to be spoken rudely but unfortunately people don’t think twice before being rude.

When you say/ do something bad to a person, he or she will take a long time to forget it. Really long time. Maybe he or she will never forget it. As they say, it is easier to forget something nice someone has done to you than it is to forget something bad said / done.

My mum speaks to me with too much of love in her voice. She showers love on me and sometimes, now specialy when I think of how nicely she ALWAYS speaks to me I just feel such a huge lump in my throat. I never realized that all people are not that way. I miss mum terribly. And I miss her solely because of how much she used to love me. It does not, at times, makes sense to me to be so far away from her.
I miss the last one year at home. I had a great job that was paying me really well for little or no work. I had great friends at office who were absolutely wonderful and I had mum and dad. I guess it is just one of those days…I cant stop thinking about my Mum. I would give anything to be with her right now. …………..

Best Friends

I don’t know if any of the readers from when I first started to blog 5 years ago are around. But if you are, you might remember my best friend N, I used to talk about.
N and I have known each other since we were in class 1 and have been best friends since class 5. We were together till class 12 after which I went to do an engg degree and she went to get a degree in fashion. However, I was still at home so whenever she would come back to meet her folks I would be right there. After that she left the country and moved to a place called Preston in the UK.

I then moved out of my city to do an MBA, however we still kept meeting as she would come home for diwali holi types when I would also be home.
Now I am in London and guess where N has been for the last 3 years???

LONDON!!!

And what is like super cool is that she lives twenty minutes from house by the tube!
So after 8 long years my best friend and I are together in the same city! And what a blessing that has been.

I absolutely do not know what I would have done here without N around. She is free on Mondays and Tuesdays which is when S is busy with office, so they have become ‘our’ days.

Mondays:
She comes home. I cook lunch for us. We talk for like 3-4 hours.

Tuesdays:
We meet at some station. And she takes me to some place she thinks I would like to see.

So the first Tuesday N & I went to Oxford street to do some all important shopping. Today N took me to a place called Covent Garden and Neal street. And, Oh my gawd!

That place is just so pretty. The cobbled streets and the tiny little shops that have so much of heart! I saw joke shops with the silliest stupidest things for sale. I saw shops with low white ceilings that looked like attics. There were shops where everything was pink and silver. There were people performing on the streets. There was an eating joint where entire meals were desserts. I checked out big stores and small little shops. I saw junk stores. It was just such a nice pleasant evening.
We walked for like 4-5 hours. We just kept on walking and talking. It is so funny with old friends. You might have spent the last decade on different continents but when you meet you meet like you were together yesterday.

We then walked to Trafalgar square. Clicked some mad pics. Walked some more. Lunched together. Laughed hysterically at crazy things. Did not know how time passed.
And as I sat on my bus home (was doing this on my own for the first time )I realized one very important thing. It is wonderful to spend time with your husband. Mine is a lot of fun to be around and pampers me with all the shopping and the eating out. That’s great but what is equally great and I must say equally important is girl time. You need to have girl friends you can hang out with. Laugh like crazy with. Spend hours with without yawing.

I don’t have a job right now. There are some interviews lined up for next week. I am more than grateful to have that opportunity given the situation in the UK right now.

But I am so glad I can spend time like this right now. I do not remember when I felt so free last.

My Mum says N is one of the very very very few people who make me genuinely happy.
I have known N for 19 years. I am 25 years old. Enough said.

To best friends.

R

River Thames.

Rives Thames flows right next to my house. In the last one week I have been in London, the one thing I have absolutely totally and completely fallen in love with is the Thames.

Our drawing room has wall sized windows looking into the river and I have started spending a lot of my time when S is not at home right next to the them.
The weather of London is as fickle as a loose minded girl. It changes in like a split second and trust me I am not exxageerating at all! Sitting by the window, in the comfort of my bright yellow razai, with the room heating on, I enjoy looking at whatever the weather has to offer. Rain. Snow. Winds. bright sunshine. Weak sun.

I can see a row of houses on the other side of the river lined a safe distance from it. If I crane my neck a little bit I can also see the big huge office buildings on the other end. Most importantly, however, I keep seeing people running on the banks.

I love that. I do not feel lonely, I keep doing my work and when ever I feel a little bored of what I am doing I peep out to see what the joggers are upto. They are quite a mad lot. You will see joggers/ runners in shorts when the temperature is a good -2 degrees and its snowing!

Some times young mothers get their kids in strollers and walk by the river. That’s a pleasant sight. At times giggly girls walk hand in hand. Sometime there is an artist who sits by the river with his canvas captivated by the river and the beauty that it offers.

Then there are the cyclists! In bright green or oarange. London is sparsely populated. Coming from the country I come from where there are more people than there is space, the river bank and the people that keep coming to run/ jog/ stroll make me miss the hustle and bustle of home a lot less.

The PhD application process

Okay, so I have applied for PhD in marketing. I submitted the application on 8th of January early morning, 3-4 hours before I was to leave home for the airport to catch my flight to London.

I had been working on the application almost ever since I left B-school which was March last year. I studied for and gave GMAT & TOEFl. Got a 740/800 and 115/120 in respectively. I only know how I managed to do all that along with a new job, the wedding preparations and the actual wedding. So with the exams done, the next step was to attack the application essays.

There were two. One was a ‘why PhD’ essay and the other was a thesis proposal. I spent a lot of time I had free in office to do research work for the latter. I would discuss the same with other Management trainees as well.

I was done with the first essay long back. However though I felt it was okay, there was indeed something missing. So, on 8th ( the last day of submission when I was staying with my in laws) I found a friend’s friend who was very good at reviewing essays and had offered to help me. He totally did not like my first essay but was thankfully happy with my second (which was more crucial as coming up with a new topic for PhD thesis in a couple of hours would have been next to impossible).

That day was quite mad. S was coming back from a 4 day official trip, we had to go pick him up and then do a lot of last minute packing, submit my essays and then get on the flight to London!

To start with it took us some 5 hours to go pick up S from the airport. A flat tyre on the fly over, and hyper congested roads were two big reasons why this happened. I came back to work on my essay. However, thankfully, I had to replace the whole thing and did not need to rewrite anything per se.

By 1 or maybe one thirty, I was done with my essay. I sent it to my friend who reviewed the whole thing and then we mailed it.

It has been a long process just applying for the PhD. I have just applied for one school. It is the best that can be offered here. I do not know if I am any good compared to the rest of the junta from round the globe who will also apply but I know I have worked hard on this.

More importantly this was one thing that kept me sane and quite and peaceful during the last 8-9 months when so much was happening in my life. Wish me luck , people. Getting an interview call alone would be big enough for me.

I will not know anything before March so for the time being it is all quiet and I am enjoying the ups and downs of domestic life.

Love

RP

London Fashion

The problem is that if you are new to London, no matter how (Sensibly) fashion conscious you have been in india, you WILL look out of place. Anyone with the littlest of brains can have one look at you and figure out that you are new to this place. Its ok to stand out if are looking ten times better than the rest of the junta, but not the coolest to stand out because you look like a misfit.

However, as I realized yesterday, just a little bit of sensible shopping can help you out here. That was the main reason why I went shopping yesterday. I got myself a pair of boots. That is like absolutely essential. Even grandmothers wear boots. The babes were I guess born in them, carrying a couple more in their baby hands!

Another essential item is a pair of woolen tights. That is like super essesntial here for the dresses and all. It is surprising how just a little bit of shopping can help you fit in so easily.

Everything is 50% off right now. I don’t think shop owners have an option- its so bad. Iike bathroom fittings are 50% off, clothes are 50% off and hand cream is 50% off. I find most items expensive at 50% rates, so I don’t really know how I will feel about shopping once the sale is off and all the stuff is back to the normal super expensive rates. Sigh!

Okay, women in London are very well dressed. By very I mean like VERY. Most of them are so perfectly turned out that if it weren’t rude I would just stare at them. May be it is the shadi effect but I just realized that I have not really paid any attention to how good/ bad the men look! Anyways, so the women and the girls have perfect make up, the dresses are absolutely drop dead gorgeous….

And most of them are just so so so tall! Trust me I saw a girl a few days back who was atleat 7 feet! She just would not end! And she looked just like those women they show on high fashion TV!

Anyways, I guess I have a lot to learn in terms of everything…..sometimes I feel glad I don’t have work right now. There is just so much to take in.

Love
RP

Realization

So it almost brought me to tears yesterday. In all the enthusiasm of being at home alone for the first time I had made a huge list of things to including emptying 2 suitcases, settling my cupboard, cleaning the entire house, cooking lunch for a friend who was coming over and cooking dinner for S’s friend.

I had been on my feet for some 12 hours straight when I first got a chance to sit down. I was just so absolutely dead tired. I took a breather and as I sat down with some dirty utensils in my hand, my thoughts went back to ma and how so many times she had done so many things for us without even letting us know how tired she must have been. And how no one realises it.

So, though I will never muster up I don’t know what to go upto her and tell her this, I would like her to know that now I can understand how much work she has been doing for us over the years. And, though it is quite late, I want to thank her in my head.

Thank you Ma.

RP

Day One in London

Okay, so after working for one month post my wedding and spending one very nice week with my in laws, I reached London on the 8th of January, 2009. Highlights

1.I got an upgrade to Business (Delhi to Dubai) and I hated taking it up as S did not get one.

2.We went walking yesterday when it was snowing like crazy. S showed me all the places I would know of from our phone conversations.

3.We lost our marriage certificate!

4.Hopefully some mahaan atma will find it and post it or something.

5.I made daal yesterday!

6.It is so so so so so cold.

7.I am now the proud owner of an oyster card!!!!

8.We did some grocery shopping yesterday, walked for like 2-3 hours and crashed dead at 8!

9.London is just so pretty and S tells me it looks prettier in the summers. Cant wait for March then!

Till THEN.

RP

4 days
Haldi and Headache.

What a day! Seriously! Oh My God!

It started off with some confusion between Sid and me about the reception lehenga but thankfully all of it soon got sorted out. After that I spent a lot of time with Rai jee (the driver Tauji has assigned to us) shopped for wedding baskets, got pics clicked. All that seems like it were ages ago!

After that the first pooja, that marks the beginning of the wedding festivities, happened. I am so yellow now!

Immediately after the haldi thingie, Mum, I and mehra aunty set of to do some shopping again.

Came back at around ten when a cousin and her family dropped by.

So that was it. Some highlights
• I thought I was speaking to sid, when I realized that it was actually his
dad. It was such an Ouch moment that I will not forget it in a hurry! :P

• Spoke to Dada, Nani, Aunty Uncle, Bhai before I sat for the haldi pooja

• I am sooo yellow

• I have this funny weird thing tied to my wrist that is making life exceptionally miserable!

• Spoke to NA after a long time

• I am amazed at how single handedly Ma is doing everything

• Interesting session with the RI guys! Sheesh man!

• I have realized that wedding is a very high pressure thing! There have been
so many many big small emergencies that it is exhausting me inside out!

• I am so looking forward to a day of rest.

Tomorrow is sundarkand ki pooja. The day after is the ladies sangeet! That is when I get to meet sid! Yipeeeeeeeee

6 Days
Shopping shopping shopping
Okay so since I am writing this a day late, I have already forgotten most of yesterday. It seems so so so far away.
I did so much of shopping that the credit card people called me up to find out if I have my credit card with 
I bought some stuff for Dad but am too happy with what I bought for S and see little opportunity for doing the same anytime before the wedding.

Not Like

I was as usual dead tired by the time I hit the bed. And I have no recollection about what happened last night except for the fact that I did fight with Sid.
Hehe

Then we reached KT which is where I like picked up 4 salwar suits. They are jhatka ones. In the morning when I was packing and repacking stuff I realized that in an attempt to not buy jhatka stuff all the stuff I had was very plain and simple. That was enough to send ma in a panic attack. Normally we would have taken some 4 hours to buy one nice expensive suit. Call it difficult times but today I bought 4 suits in like 20 minutes flat.

Tauji came over after that and made me wear all of those so that he could give me his expert comment on that!


I have not been myself lately. I have been feeling very over worked and all that but like Sid explained to me last night, its all to make sure that the wedding day is a nice one. It is for the both of us.

I wish I would soon get back to being myself. I don’t know how S puts up with me when I am in one of those moods. The first thing I loose when I get angry is logic. And even when he is sooooper angry, S always remains logical which makes things very simple for me…..


I hardly recall anything much about last night really

6 Days
Pati-to-be in apana Des!

Okay so Sid and I are in the same time zone for the first time in almost 5 months. I never realized that that could have such a positive impact on us!

Sid without work to worry about is so so so different and sooooo much more lovable than Sid with lots of office work to do and a home to manage. I am so not used to this Sid and so used to Sid in London that I had to ask him if he were a little high. He just sounded so relaxed, laughed at my feeble attempts at humor, had things to tell me, had some very nice things to say….So, yes I am very glad to have him home and am looking forward to seeing him this Sunday.:D

The first half yesterday was quite dull. Things picked up in the second half with Mum and me going out shopping!

I am just so so so so so so glad that I earn at this point of time and have money of my own to splurge. I feel it each time I take out my debit/ credit card to buy something I would never had bought were I not earning myself.

I spent a lot of time hunting for Sid’s flip flops but I guess I will have to go out for them once again.

Hair cut did not happen yesterday as Mum had a lot of other important work to deal with but should happen today! But yes the dentist visit it done. I see absolutely no difference in my teeth. :|

Last night Dad’s friend came over. He is a brilliant neurologist, topper of his batch all throughout and all that blah. He called me over and made me sit down with him for he had some tips for me. I am putting them down here for posterity.

• Doctors are next to God. There is no profession apart from that of a doctor’s where a man comes, gives you money and touches your feet before leaving. Know that you have the genes of sooo many doctors in you. Be proud of the fact.

• No matter how much you love your husband and his family (which you must and should), never ever forget the people who stayed up the whole night just to be with you when u were bawling your head off for no reason as a 6 month old.

• Self respect. Arrogance. Know the two and understand the difference. Never be arrogant in your marriage and never let any one mess with your self respect.

• You are not a door mat. Never let anyone treat you like that no matter how much you love them.

• Love as much as you would want to be loved.


Apart from this I had a sad conversation with a friend of my Mum who started crying on the phone with me cause I am now getting married. It is sad, the silence on the other end broken only by sobs. She kept telling me how much she loved me and how I am now going so very far from her…….

The night ended with a flurry of messages between Bhai me and N, which is quite common these days and I kind of like it very much. I sometime also message L a good night though not less frequently. Anyways, after that Bhai called me up (it was past mid night) and told me, in a very causal manner, all the details of the sclerosis patient (his case for the viva he must be giving as I type), including how he is vomiting blood and how only liver transplant can save his life. I know full details about bilirubin, how spider like things form on the skin, what a splenomegaly is and what a heptamegaly is. I could not sleep after the conversation and had to pick up ‘Villette’ and read it for 10 minutes before I could again fall asleep.:|

That is how another day ended.

Love
RP

7 days
Last Day @ Office

It was a nice day. I liked it. I distributed the wedding cards to the CEO, COO, HR head, Zonal team guys, CSD Head etc

It was nice to have a one on one with the CEO. He is such a no nonsense guy. What was funny was how the first thing he said when he found out that Sid is based out of London was to suggest that I should go to London and try my hand at LBS :P
I was so shocked! He told me he wanted 5 minutes with me if i could find the time. HahahHAHAHA

All the people I went to (and there were not many) were nice and all of them promised to be there.

My friends in office know how badly I want a hard disk and how I could not find time to get it and put movies in it.
They are acting so smart! They told me yesterday that it is not the right time to buy the hard disk and I should not waste my time on it. KC very casually asked me what kind of movies I liked. He he.

I left a ‘ Miss me and be there message’ on the soft board

RA, KC and I went to RC again and started giving me senti gyan like this is the last time you are coming as a single girl to RC with us and all that.:(
We made RA treat us cause he was getting a new lappy back in office...phew I get so senti about all this..dunno how i will be at the vidai!

Ok. Apart from that, nothing much happened, I took a lot of print outs in office- I think I finished one whole reel yesterday.

Back at home there was some tension about the reception lehenga so my folks made me wear it again and again we decided that it looks good and that lehenga stays.
In the morning also I tried the suit for the ladies sangeet with all the accessories-that’s also ok types I guess.

Called up RA and spoke to her for like an hour. Took a major decision which I think I am happy about if a little apprehensive!

Today is going to be a hectic day. I intend to shut both the suitcases today, go for a facial, get a hair cut, do some shopping for Sid, make the medicine box, do that work for Bhai- that should pretty much cost me the day.

And oh yes! Sid reaches India today!
Nice :)

8 Days
The ‘Blushing Bride to Be’

So today was the second last day at office before I start the longest break I have ever taken in my life so far.

And hence was the right time for the treat! I took SA, RA and KC (my friends from office and management trainees like myself) for the pre wedding treat. They had been after my life for soooo long. So we went to PI for lunch. It was, as usual a nice meal where these guys spent a lot of time wondering how I manage to do so much of nautanki all the time. When I kept on insisting that I do not do it purposely, it was concluded that nautanki is so much in me that I do it without knowing that I am doing it :|

Office was boring with the guy who we were supposed to report to absent from office for most of the day. We took out annual reports of the company and spent a great deal of time finding out the salaries of people around us. I never thought it would be so much fun!

Wedding shopping was minimal. I bought bangles for the ladies sangeet and jewellery needed for the Reception. So now all that is done and I can breathe easy.

Today onwards I am in the ‘Blushing bride to be’ mode. I shall be very coy and smile to myself most of the day and look v pretty all the time. (ok the last one was taking things too far, so maafi for the tongue of slip *blush* ).

Like I promised Ma, I shall eat and sleep properly from now on.

Love
RP


P.S *Blush* *Blush*

10

Today was TOEFL day. I am glad it is over. I don’t know how it went. I need a 100/120 and I am hoping I will get it. Otherwise I don’t know what I will do!

Anyways, finally I can concentrate on just one thing. ‘The’ one thing.

Just 2 more days of work remain before I start my break! No office till the the 3rd of December. That should be interesting 

Everyone keeps asks me how I am feeling, what is going on in that head of mine…I don’t really know.

Nothing. Sometimes

A gazillion things. Most of the times

Like N told me the other day, ‘other people get married na! It never happens to you!’….I think that was very well put. I sometimes feel I don’t really understand what a life changing thing marriage is. Maybe that’s good. The less you think the better it is.

Today was tiring. 4.5 hours of exam. Taxing.

I had no plans of doing anything much. I have been wasting my time, online, talking on the phone and generally doing nothing.

An aunt is coming over from the 11th itself. People have started coming over for the wedding! Can you beat that! My wedding is that close… heheheh

I have started rerererereading ‘Villette’ by Charlote Bronte. I can’t think of another book half as well written as Villette. I love the time I get to spend with that book. Fantastic!