Autumn arrived, at last!!

Autumn arrived, at last!!

Yes, autumn came late.With global warming heating up and messing everything and everyone's temper, there finally is some respite from the terrible heat and discomfort.As I was leaving office, the vicinity as always was smoky, dusty, congested and polluted. However, the closer I got to reaching home, there was something special in the air. Nothing much, it was the subtle, almost absent fragrance of frangipani aka plumeria, which I never noticed during hot climate months. Just a simple reminder that autumn is here.

Autumn is my favourite time of the year! Period. If I could be a season, I would be autumn. No other time is as pleasant, anticipated, awaited, missed and short-lived as this wondrous season. The whole description reminds me of "Ruby Tuesday," the version covered by one of my all-time favourite bands, Rolling Stones. On the other hand, it also reminds me of a Biblical phrase, which though mostly used optimistically, has an absolutely different connotation here. "This too shall pass." The power of words, a phrase that is commonly used to encourage and cheer people takes a different turn entirely.

Eeks! I am rambling here. The main reason for why I wanted to write this post, was to remind me that whenever there's tension, pressure and stress, I will remember that one cool, autumn night and say to myself, "This too shall pass"!

Bye bye, evil Indian summer. Welcome, sweet autumn!

Autumn arrived, at last!!

Yes, autumn came late.With global warming heating up and messing everything and everyone's temper, there finally is some respite from the terrible heat and discomfort.As I was leaving office, the vicinity as always was smoky, dusty, congested and polluted. However, the closer I got to reaching home, there was something special in the air. Nothing much, it was the subtle, almost absent fragrance of frangipani aka plumeria,
which I never noticed during hot climate months. Just a simple reminder that autumn is here.

Autumn is my favourite time of the year! Period. If I could be a season, I would be autumn. No other time is as pleasant, anticipated, awaited, missed and short-lived as this wondrous season. The whole description reminds me of "Ruby Tuesday," the version covered by one of my all-time favourite bands, Rolling Stones.

On the other hand, it also reminds me of a Biblical phrase, which though mostly used optimistically, has an absolutely different connotation here. "This too shall pass." The power of
words, a phrase that is commonly used to encourage and cheer people takes a different turn entirely.

Eeks! I am rambling here. The main reason for why I wanted to write this post, was to remind me that whenever there's tension, pressure and stress, I will remember that one cool, autumn night and say to myself, "This too shall pass"!

Bye bye, evil Indian summer. Welcome, sweet autumn!

Is this your ideal wedding dress?

To all you bridezillas out there....
This could lead you to fabulous ideas, come to think of it, these include templates of the grand dame of fantastic wedding dresses- Vera Wang's designs...
If you think of it, the hunt for the ideal wedding dress unites women (a little too far-fetched sounding, but read on). There is a myriad of us amazing group (us girls), and if there is one thing that unites us, besides our beliefs or ideologies or principles, its our hunt for the ideal wedding dress. If you are still in doubt, you haven't seen brides to be, their mothers, friends and sometimes, abetted by their poor fiances scourge a wedding dress sale!! Definitely, not for the faint hearted!!

Speaking of which, don't you even dare call us materialistic or shallow. And this threat involves serious bodily harm. We are way ahead of stupid men who scratch you-know-where, at some of the most unbelievable times and places. So our fixation is sophisticated, classy and timeless and can be spoken about in front of a polite audience. How would a man ever understand the endless pain, sleepless nights and unbearable angst of slipping into that one dress where we emerge our radiant and beautiful best. For them, its the same old suit and tie, perhaps a boutonniere, with a little cajoling.

Do play the Vera Wang wedding dress game and let me know which one you chose. If you are a romantic princess, do visit Oscar de La Renta and let me know which one you picked. Isn't it fun being a girl?

Cheers!

Talk is cheap

sometimes you think you have it all and then you realise that all good things are but temporary... nothing remains..all good things come to an end...
every thing worthy costs a struggle which may not always be pretty for all involved...come to think of it... When all else fails, who do u rely on? yourself? But what if it was you or something relative that brought an end to everything that made you happy?
What power can words have when the same words are detrimental to your happiness....and what can words do when you are left speechless...
Words mean nothing... talk is cheap and so is this post....

Any place in the world

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Okay, if not permanently how about say 6 months or a year?
Anyone who knows me knows my answer is Paris.

My boss sucks!!!

My office sucks!! Period.
The day started pretty good. Great weather, lovely cool breeze (a bit of a surprise though) and work was going smooth. Until management informed that all the leaves i had applied for have been denied.
The bloody hypocrites! Why do you ask people to apply for leaves if you are not going to grant any. I don't get it. Well, agreed, not everyone (no matter where) is perfectly happy with their jobs but then again, I feel like i'm targeted. I bet many people feel the same way, but for now I am by far the most angry employee there is.
And the best part, he has the audacity to say its unfair when everyone's on vacation/holiday. Wtf! Its your office, your company, your rules you created them and now that everyone's left you are still pushing away pathetic employees like me who are still staying.
Great going!

Professional vs. Personal

As a professional blogger words are drained out of me every single day. And unlike what asinine asswipes like Glenn Beck
say, I do not live in my mom's basement. I live in a posh house with a beautiful
garden (Thanks to my family and not the measly blogger salary i get). Heck! I'd rather live in mom's basement then live in a cramped shithole of a place and pass
judgements about millions i am clueless about.Hmmm..before i get all angry and abusive, let me just do a quick rewind and get back to why i am here. First time as a personal blogger and i am already running empty
of opinions, thoughts, ideas.Tomorrow's another day and who knows what the day has in store for me. If something exciting does come up, i will write a post.Cheers!!