We've Broken Up

I have not been too happy with blogger for some time now. It had started taking me for granted a lot. Then I guess it understood that my feelings for it had changed. It began sulking, refused to let me post my blogs on Firefox. I tried to reason with it that it was acting childish and that I would never switch to IE just to pamper it. It took offense and refused to let me comment on my own posts!

The break up was now evidently around the corner. However, I decided to end it discreetly and peacefully. I informed blogger that I was moving on, and that I would move out all my stuff as soon as I’d find a new place. It had grown tired of me as well, I guess, for it readily agreed and even recommended a few places where I could park my posts.

Wordpress had been a good friend for some time now, so when I went to it for some sympathy, not only did it offer me shelter but also helped me set up a cool place for myself. Blogger was probably happy to see the last of me, for it helped me move my files and posts to Wordpress.

So friends, I have moved. I have requested blogger to not bang the door at peoples’ faces if anyone comes looking for me and it has agreed to keep this page on for as long as it can. I will try and personally invite you all to my new address, but for all of you who land at blogger’s looking for me, please don’t mind if it misbehaves ( I hope it won’t. It WAS very decent and chivalrous when I got to know it.)

Do update my new address: happyhoursbeginhere.wordpress.com.

(Slightly long, I agree, but these days shorter addresses are as rare as a house in posh south delhi! So suburbs it is. It’s a nice locality, though)

See you all there.

Copyright 2008 by Meira

I'm So Happy Today ...

...It took me two and a half hours to pick TS from his office and reach home ...a distance of 15 km
.

The monsoon are finally here in Delhi.
Yayy.


Copyright 2008 by Meira

Marriage Is Give And Take...

...You'd Better Give It To Her Or She'll Take It Anyway

When I sent out invites for my wedding, I got some particularly amusing congratulatory replies from well-wishers. Few mentioned how lucky I was to get married (!) for marriage is a ‘turning point’ or ‘a life-changing’ episode for a girl. I gritted my teeth then at the apparent gender bias , but now I am sure that the statements are not only biased , but untrue as well.

How can marriage have changed my life when it’s my husband who

Can’t leave towels lying around like he used to,

Can’t wear the same pair of socks for two days in a row, like he used to,

Can’t smoke at all

Can’t do a movie marathon of action movies on a weekend, well he can, but the notion of the wife going to bed without him doesn’t appeal to him yet.

Can’t visit his friends without being asked to ‘bring Bhabhi along ’,

Can’t stay at home on weekends without getting dragged for ‘lunch at mom’s ‘ or ‘shopping for more shoes’

Can’t arrive home from work and philander, with the PS3, if the wife has had a bad day at work (and wants the husband to cook)

So, tell me, pray, how does Marriage change my life and not his?

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince

Yes, after all the activity for Mission Harry Potter, the husband did get the tickets, and despite not liking the Potter movies himself, accompanied me for the show. (We’ve been married less than a year. Tell me this will last !!!)

The movie itself gets a 7 on 10 from me. To say that I was disappointed is an understatement. I mourned the entire weekend. Over beer.

The special effects and cinematography are simply superb, though. The characters have all acted so well, it’s hard to believe they’re still in their teens! Look at the teens here in our city. New York shorts and each nail painted a different color. Duh duh.

I specially liked Lavender Brown. And Draco. And Harry.And Ron, though he’s not looking like a 16 year old in the movie.Hermione has proved again that she’s great actor, though she’s a stunner, very unlike her book-character. I missed You-Know-Who though.

So, coming to why I was disappointed. I thoroughly thoroughly disliked the deviations from the book. Some were for pure publicity; some didn’t make sense at all. And some were totally against my imagination. I felt, at times, that the script writers had not read the final book. Or, as TS says, David Yates hates Potter!

So there. Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince.

Do watch it once. n tell me how you liked it. Am I being biased because I'm a book lover?

And for me, I'l wait for the next movie(s).



Copyright 2008 by Meira

Knight Life!

My knight in shining armour..(only he would prefer to don a chaddi and vest given the choice) has been working on saving the world day in and day out (or saving his ass at work , as he insists on putting it). So he has been getting up early and dashing to work , not been following our customary ‘Hi babes, I’m alive. And You?’ call routine during the day, and has been getting back home at ungodly hours just as the poor, worried wife has been about to send a search party to look for him. He’s working on a hush-hush project regarding You-Know-Who.

Yes. The dearest darling husband is doing some work for the latest Harry Potter movie about to hit the screens . (psst psst .. Note the nice adjectives being used to describe the spouse. All well thought of and designed to win a first day ticket to the movie. Considering the spouse dislikes the Potter movies and hasn’t watched any after the first was screened in 2001 (why ofcourse I’m a fan!), every bit of pleading will be required to get the damn ticket. )

(psst psst .also note the singular tense in the word ‘ticket’.Even if I have to watch the movie on my own, I will. I surely will)

So there. The reason for not blogging in the last few days is because I’ve been running around trying to please the husband into giving me one piddly ticket to THE movie. I'm even trying to cook!

What about you? Like it? Diss it? n Why?

Copyright 2008 by Meira

Honey, We're Outa Gas!

Our cooking gas got over a couple of days back. Now if you’re a young couple living in a useless city where one piddly gas connection requires a mini-marathon equivalent exercise of:

running to agency -- Running to District Court for Affidavit --Running to Photo Studio for passport size photos -- running to agency -- Running to Photocopy shop to get THEIR documents photocopied -- Running back to agency -- One month for the cylinder to arrive, you realize that life isn’t easy.

So, its been over three days, and we’re still waiting for the agency to send a substitute cylinder.

Not to bad , considering the maid gets her evenings off and I get total time out from the kitchen. But all the eating out, or perhaps the glee of eating out has resulted in a bout of upset stomach in the household.

I haven’t told my mom yet.

Do you want to listen to a half-hour lecture on why not to eat out? Me neither!

I haven’t told my sister too.

Do you want mom to find out from the wise sister that you’ve been eating out a lot? Me neither.

I haven’t even told my dad.

Do you want an even bigger lecture on why not to eat out and why to cook yourself? Me neither.

I think I’l tell my nephew. He’s at the age where anything I tell him makes him admire me more. Unlike parents.

And why is it that you crave for things when you’re so not allowed to have them?

*Goes away trying hard not to think of Chocolate sundaes and kulfi faloodas and cheese pizzas and kebabs and malai koftas.*

Egg-sacerbating Times!

Monday evening, TS and I realized that the eggs were over.

Now eggs are an important part of our diet. So I trotted to the grocer's downstairs while the husband waited for the AC repariman (that...makes a rather abusive post, someday)

"Do we need anything apart from eggs? And Bread."

"Hmm, get some butter. "

"Ok. Ciao"

Enter grocer-store.

Bread: Check

Butter: Check

"Hey…we’re out of cooking oil too. The maid uses oil like it’s an energy drink! Good I remembered. "

Oil : Check.

I saunter back home and then it strikes,

Shit, I forgot the eggs.

"No problem, lets go to Supermart. We can have some egg rolls at Nizam’s and buy some from Needs."

"Okie. I’l carry the Sodexhos."

Drive, Curse at Cabbies, curse at lack of parking, squeeze car into tiny space between two cars.

Egg rolls: Yum.Check

"Oh, I needed Contact Lens Solution. Good I remembered"

Lens Solution: Check.

Enter Needs.

"Pick up a basket, no."

"But why? We’re here to buy only eggs."

"We might like something "

"Hmm. "

Maggi : Check

HappyDent : Check

Frozen Salami: Check

Rose Wine: Check

Garnier Under Eye Gel: Check

Khadi Strawberry soap: Check

Pretty-shaped biscuits: Check

Nutritious namkeen (!): Check

Mach 3 razor: Check

Bill for1500/- : Check

Trudge to the car, heave the bags home where two adults smack their forehead in unison.

Shit, we forgot the eggs!

Copyright 2008 by Meira