Monday, December 11, 2006

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Life nowadays...

Sid went to Singapore, found nothing great abt the place. He found it to be similar to Delhi. My sister as I mentioned in the previous post, compared Los Angeles to Gurgaon! Now I have no doubt abt the fact that I am surrounded by people who are over-obsessed with Delhi.

He loved the night safari and 4D theatre. A 4D theatre is a combination of a 3D movie with chair effects, leg ticklers, water sprinklers, lightning, fog, special smells and all. I for sure would not have enjoyed the experience, the idea of spiders crawling over my feet is certainly not my idea of's creepy and scary! The entire site seeing of four days was combined with many rounds of shopping and I am proud of him for shopping alone for the first time in his life.
I have done him proud too. I was alone at home for two consecutive nights. Though the lights were on and I read myself to sleep at 2 am on both the nights.

I have been discovering the complex near my office, thx to Ipshi. We just go out and explore the shops. I am falling in love with the place, apart from amazing food joints, there are n number shops with great clothes, many salons around (now I can catch up with my waxing and eye brows shaping - silly things that really matter) and ofcourse DMart for my grocery shopping. I wonder when I will get the time to work, side effects of having too many choices around i guess. :)

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Hurray! I moved on...

Have changed my job and crossing my fingers for it to turn out well.
My honeymoon period is on, no work as of now. I am not regretting being free, infact it's a well deserved break from the whirlwind of the work, the maddening deadlines and constant ill-health. Trust me, everyone should consider a change in job at least once a year :) My bosses will kill me for saying that.

Lots of things happened suddenly, I got a new job, came to a new place, somehow for the first three days, missed my last office. Guess idle mind can sometimes cook up unsuspected, crazy thoughts. My sister moved to LA...she is comparing the place with Gurgaon (a place near Delhi)!! Ha...ha...what a waste.
She didn't find it very exciting or beautiful. Though I am sure she'll discover it more in coming days and wud send some nice snaps, which I shall dutifully put up here.

My office is in a beautiful complex surrounded by amazing looking buildings, great shops and thousands of eateries. My afternoons are usually fun-filled where I head on for the market for the sheer joy of window shopping. Little restaurants to Fine dining, Chinese sizzlers to mughlai daal- everything is available. Of course my plans for dieting and losing unnecessary fat seem to shake a bit as it is hard for me to resist all of this.
My office cafeteria is pretty cool too. Great variety and decent food at very reasonable rates, a bliss considering the last place where I used to work didn't have a decent canteen. Everyday ordering from outside was taking its toll on me.

I am slowly getting used to traveling for long hours too. Just hoping things turn out fine here.
For those of you who are not from Bombay, these are the actual images of Hiranandani Complex, no phoren country.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Delhi on edge

It hurts to see so many people suffering. After reservations, the sealing comes to prove the same point, our democracy is no better than dictatorship.
Is it so difficult for the government to find a solution here, to have mercy at the poor traders who earn on daily basis? I shudder to think what these people would be going through. The constant threat of snatching your right to live a decent life, the responsibility of your family, the thought of moving your kids from a private school to a pathetic government school. It is plain sick!
Encouraging mushrooming of malls, big wigs like Reliance and Bharti (Airtel) getting into retail full-on explains the government's decision to wipe out local shops. Wonder why they think that public is foolish enough to believe their concept of improving the infrastructure of the city.
Have a look at some of the captures of sealing in Delhi.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

A Riot of colours

My sister's recent shopping spree encouraged me to write more abt Delhi. I am so jealous, I know u got beautiful kurtis, all for urself grr....but I am glad atleast somebody shopped :(

Delhi. Thousands of places to shop, to visit, a huge city with lots to discover. On one hand you have shopkeepers speaking in rich Punjabi accent, and on the other hand you can spot them speaking in English, French and even German!!! That's the kind of culture you get in Delhi, keeping abreast with the changing trends.
Dilli Haat (or mini India as we like to call it) is a mix bag of all states of India. U get stuff from all parts of the country at one stop, accompanied with amazing food (cuisine from various parts of the country). U'll get the best Chinese food here, yummy chicken momos! One can shop for handicraft, cotton kurtis, Lehngas, skirts, jewellery, get hair braiding and henna and every weekend witness folk dances and performances by artists called from all over India. It's a festival here everyday.

Then our very own Janpath and Sarojini Nagar. Amazing places to shop and hang around. Best clothes, great bargains, it is here that the shopkeepers speak in different languages, cause the place is flooded with tourists. Situated in the heart of the city, Janpath is close to all the major galleries, emporiums, one
of the main being Cottage Emporium.
Uff, that place (Cottage Emporium) is just too good for words, a must see. God only knows how ppl can be so...creative, u get antique stuff there, obviously catering to the privileged few, exorbitant prices but all unique stuff.
Then there are n number of tombs, old palaces and other historical buildings.
Delhi is also famous for its street food, from bhale-papri to gol-gappe to alu tikki to momos to dosas and what not.
Beautifully campus of Delhi University, Chandni Chowk – a huge market for clothes, gold and electronic items, this place is also famous for its 'Parathe waali gali'- a whole lane of shops that serve only parathas! Then there is Lajpat Nagar – one of my favourite, G.K. M-block market, and Noida to shop. One is never short of choice in Delhi.

Monday, June 12, 2006

One of those days

I am missing my sweetheart, my Jacky.
I swear I have never seen such a smart dog , calling him a dog is an insult. He was better than us, was a better son (if I may say so, cause he treated my mom as his own), was extremely obedient (only when it came to following what my mom and popsy had to say)! He actually understood what we said, knew out tones...when we were angry, even when we were sarcastic.
Better still he could speak, he actually used to call my mom as 'mauu...' He used to cry out loud whenever she came back from office and we hugged her leaving no space for Jacky to jump on my mom. Such a darling... everyday around six in the evening he sat near the main door and waited for my mom to come. He was completely pampered by my sis, I tried to make a balance by scolding him a little and spoiling him more, and he treated my lil bro like his pal!
We've had the best times with Jacky, from the day we got him (he looked like a cotton ball) to the day he left us. His mischief, his unconditional love, all will remain with us throughout the life.
There are so many tales, his little adventures which we can never forget.
I wish u cud live longer, I still need u Jacky and I miss u.
What a coincidence Ipshi, while I was half way thru my post, I got to know abt Bittu. I know what u r going thru sweety, but it's a part of life, no matter how hard it is, how killing it is, one has to accept it. My Jacky was in a lot of pain in his last days, all that we could think to pacify ourselves was that it was for his own good. We can't be so selfish, he had lived his life peacefully and had the right to depart peacefully also. We have to let them go, their memories are always going to be with us. My Jacky is still alive for me. Let's just pray for Bittu and Jacky.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

On cloud number nine!!!

Yippee...its been a year! Can't believe its been a year now. Well my friends wud know what I am talking abt. Yesterday was my first wedding anniversary! Its all so fresh in my mind, the day I got married. All the preparations, we had so much fun, me, my family, my friends. We danced till the wee hours a day before. I remember how I cried when my beautician applied too much make up - made me look like a pancake. Thank God my better senses prevailed and I actually made her remove all the make up TWICE and made her do it the way I wanted it to be - light and natural.
The beautiful arrangement, the lightings and the smell of flowers... ahh... it was lovely. One thing I always crib abt is missing all the good food in my wedding, I could hear ppl praising it, gorging on it, but could do nothing but smile. Couldn't eat much, didn't want the whole world to know what a pig I was, specially didn't want the cameras to shoot me hogging. (These camera guys have a tendency to shoot you specially when u want them to leave you alone, they love to focus on the plate and then slowly move towards the person's face, proving the fact that the person eating is not fat for nothing :) )

And also thank God for you, my sweetheart, I am very skeptical abt writing abt my family on the net, somehow. But cudn’t resist from doing it this time.
Nothing went acc to what we had planned for yesterday, I kept pestering him to come home early and when he managed to, I reached home late :(
At night, i received a lovely cake from my sister. He also got a cake, a rather sinful, creamy, full of chocolate shavings and cherries cake. He made amazing paneer cutlets, I just somehow didn’t expect such a welcome and actually cried when I saw all of this. How silly of me, plz...plz... do repeat this sweety, in case u didn’t get it, I was crying because I was very happy, touched and tired!!!
Thank you for always being there for me and loving me unconditionally. May we make a century and more! God bless you sweetheart.

Love and prayers.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006


Finally I got some time to write for my blog. There is something gravely wrong with my bosses, either they give us no work or bombard us with it, neways, guess today it's going to be slightly light. So before anyone catches me without work, I'll write something about my friends. My friends, whom I met in an all girls’ college!!
Coming from a co-ed school, I had never imagined studying in an all girls’ college. And with the reputation these colleges have, I was nearly sure I wud never end up in any one of those. But u know how it is, the farther u try to run from things, the more they follow u and one day beat u in the race and are there in ur face! All my dreams of getting into engineering were shattered by my family when I cleared this entrance for a teaching course. Full of apprehensions and anger I joined the college. My first few days were really bad, I took longer time than usual to adjust in that strange place. Though my department had the most sincere and serious (looking!) girls in the college but it was hard to ignore the general crowd there. All the girls (trust me all of them) thought that they were fighting against each other in some kind of a contest (read beauty contest :) ). Coming from the department, which was into serious stuff like teaching, we had to carry huge bags to college. I am sure people on the street believed that either we were running away from home or trying to sell agarbattis or surf or similar stuff! So as Ipshi says, the moo point is that we HAD to carry huge heavy bags. But the girls around us had these really small purses (pouches wud be apt) which cud not hold more than a few coins and a cell phone may be. We always had floaters or sneakers on, in contrast to their stilettos, we wore cotton kurtas with the most unmatched lowers and duppata (some kind of a fashion statement we thought, it gave us that theatrish, purposeful look), they wore net, silk, satin in college! It was rediculous, I mean seriously, how can one study or for that matter enjoy carelessly after wearing such things.

But it would be a lie if I say I didn't enjoy all that. It was mostly fun to look at these things, you get to meet all kinds of disillusioned, funny people. Plus the advantage of being in a colourful just have to look outside your classroom window to ward of those bouts of sleep. I found the most sweetest friends in my college. We were a group of 11 girls, Vani, Amita, Maneeta, Jasmeet, Fauzia, Priyanka, Sarita, Meenu, Sapna and Simi.
All special in their own way, all unique in their own way. We’ve had our share of fights, we have laughed together, grew up together and till date can stand up for each other at any point of time.
How we used to hate making projects and long to leave the college to start our careers as soon as possible. We were so wrong, we had the best time in college. I miss the days we used to bunk our college and go to Meenu’s place and dance till the evening, sometimes we used to go to Amita’s place and just sit and chat in her little cozy house (Oh and I still remember the way she used to cook - she always managed to scare me - the way her hands moved, it was probably the smell of spices that made her hyperactive) and our practice for dance competition at my place till 5 in the morning (My sweethearts, my family never asked us to stop, never created a fuss over loud music and very sweetly understood how important those dance trophies were for us)

Those special moments have kept all of us together, all these years. I hope it remains like this always and i hope we still hug each other whenever we cross each other's path.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Mumbai meri Jaan??

Yeah, I was moving to Mumbai, being in a new city, meeting new people, I was going thru a variety of emotions. I was excited and at the same time extremely sad to leave my parents and move on.
26th July rain delayed our shifting to Bombay, we came in August. But what the heck, the rains were bad enough for me then as well. I am so not used to heavy rains and all. Life came to a standstill if it rained in Delhi, we used to cancel our dinners, our outings everything, but damn, nothing stops working in Bombay.
I admire this attitude of people though, they have learned to live with the fact that it will rain for months altogether. Phew! Wud be hard for me to adjust, but guess that’s life, it throws u in the most bizarre situations at the most unexpected time.

I started to explore the city, the hard way, traveling in jam-packed trains, which by the way is an experience in itself. Smartly dressed up people, full of sophistication suddenly turn into demons. They kick u, hurl abuses at u and even punch u to get on to the train. It’s also an art I think, and I fail miserably in this game.
All the stories I had heard about the traffic and crowd in Bombay came alive, Bombay isn’t called world’s 4th most populated metropolitan area for nothing!

But then the good part, when u meet people with whom u can connect. My friends, my saviors, my sweethearts Anusha, Ipshi and Josie. I have seen Bombay in a new light thanks to them. Discovered the amazing bakeries, beautiful and majestic sea, yummy vada pavs, samosa pavs (didn’t know the concept of samosa with pav! It’s amazing, must try!), delicious frankies and ofcourse Hill Road.
Wait, there is certainly more to Bombay than vada pav and sea. U meet these amazing people who just aren’t bothered about what u are wearing and if u r wearing! No questions asked, no eyebrows raised, no eve-teasing and u can actually travel at night, which by the way was new to me, we dnt travel alone in Delhi, actually ‘can’t travel alone’ would be more appropriate.

It’s so sad to see a wonderful place like Bombay becoming a dumping ground, a big slum. We surely can do with some wide roads, cleaner mithi river and better trains. Wish these politicians cud once think abt the people rather than themselves :(

Undeniably, Bombay has something magical about it. There is some kind of an unexplained attraction, for some its money and for some fame. But sincerely I still feel Bombay can't beat Delhi, u just can't compare the two in terms of wide roads, green pastures, open spaces and amazing street food. I miss Delhi, boo…..hooo….hoo :(

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

My Space

My Space! What a cliche` title, but what the heck, cudn't think of a better name. Guess it goes well with my state of mind. My space, a place, a space where i can speak (err...write) my mind freely. To start with, I am Eisha, working in an organiation where either there is too much work or just abt no work for days altogether. So hoping to find substantial amt of free time so that I can update this space regularly.

I have shifted to Bombay a while ago, and i really miss my home-town. Wow, home-town sounds like some far-flung village, I am from Delhi.
New city, new people, had alot of new experiences. I have a lot to share, so wud write more tomorrow. Meanwhile, those of u, who come across my blog, even by fluke, plz plz post a comment.
More later........ take care!