Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Anarkali Sarees, Karol Bagh, Delhi

To get a drift of how we got here, read this first.

On the evening we (my mother, aunt, sister and I) reached Delhi, we were determined to check out the shops for bridal wear in Karol Bagh. And thanks to the Internet and Mr. Google, we were able to find articles that told us exactly where to look.

Among the list of must visit shops in Karol Bagh, was this famous store called Anarkali Sarees, known to stock first copies of designer wear. Anything that stocked designer wear had to have some good stuff right? And because they were first copies, we assumed they would be reasonably priced (when compared to the price if the originals.) Keeping that in mind, as soon as we were done checking out Frontier Bazaar and tried our luck at the other stores that their extremely skilled and convincing salesman managed to drag us into, we had a goal that had to be achieved and nothing, absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of that.

Monday, 17 September 2012


I was browsing through my hard drive today and I found this in one of the folders, so well hidden that you could only find this while using the Windows Explorer. It seems to be written by me, and reminds me of a dark time in my life where I had this urge to write every time something went wrong. The writing style reminds me of myself, but the person writing it seems to be someone totally ‘alien’ to me. I haven’t posted anything in a while and the ‘Anarkali Sarees’ post is half written so I thought I'd share this. The created date on this file is 17 February, 2009. It doesn't seem to have any significance, except that I knew I wasn't feeling like myself. The file is named “Confession” and hence is the title of the post.

There are so many things that I want to write, that I want to describe, I want to share, confide, and yet I can’t seem to find any words to fit and completely do justice to whatever it is that I want to say.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Rajdhani - Delhi: Day 2

Day 2

There was no way I was going to be up by 9AM after finally having the opportunity to sleep on a real fluffy bed with two pillows that were fluffier and a blanket that was super cozy, especially when I was blessed enough to be sleeping on it after two horrible nights. No way. I was determined to sleep till I no longer felt it was necessary to sleep, and based on my experience, that time would come, like, never. But thinking about the events that transpired the previous day, and the longer, grueling and tedious day that was ahead of us, we didn't want to leave anything out because we I, overslept. It's okay if that happens when I have to go for work, or meet a friend, or something like that; but it was totally unacceptable when we were in Delhi, and for a specific purpose that would be totally defeated, because I wanted to sleep some more.

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Rajdhani - Delhi: Day 1

Long Post Alert!!

No matter how old you are, there is always a little child in you that decides to present itself when you least expect it. Like when you are at the railway station and you start jumping when you see the train. Because it's a red train. Yay!!

It may be hard for onlookers to understand why, but deep inside you know exactly why you reacted the way you did. Or maybe it wasn't a reaction; it was just a reflex, and only you understand the difference.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

This is like, soooo freaky!!!

I mean, you would not expect an electronic device to behave this way, suddenly out of the blue, but I just had the freakiest experience a few minutes ago.

For the last so many weeks, I haven't been able to access the internet on my computer at home although I have been able to browse wireless-ly. When I called my service provider and they asked me to check this and that on my computer, we sort of figured out that the LAN drivers on my computer were not there; probably wiped out by a virus or something, and to be able to access the internet, I would have to re-install the drivers. When I tried to do that from a CD, I realised that something was wrong with the CD drive as well.