July 9, 2014

The day is back,

The day is back, when all I want is to write in the morning. I am pretty much hopeful that one more blabbering blog post would appear for readers, today.This feeling has arrived after a long long period of time.

The no-insomnia phase is enjoyable where I at least get six hours of sleep, in place of four I used yo sleep, before the wedding. Some hundred issues on professional front continue to make me bald, well hair fall is the new and most important issue to be solved now a days. God, writing about these random things, make me feel good. So I am carrying it on, pardon if you feel like punching on my face?!

The evening calls with offices in USA and UK, makes Mr.ISB go mad. Not because I remain busy after coming from office too, because I have to cook and do rest of the work which makes me dead tired.He thinks I should not continue this for long and hire a cook. Well, time only will tell.

Cooking different tasty food is the new excitement in my life. Note that many times I dont give my self even 7/10, some how Mr.ISB is super supportive, so are my in laws. Wait, they are not the victims of my foodie experiments yet.

Having a home of your own, in the city where you work is a different feeling altogether. Responsibilities of being the lady of the house are not that boring, it is fun. After years , I have a home where I stay. Amazing feeling, not many will understand.

A considerable amount of my time goes in listing out the shopping list. Major for homes, and if the budget permits (and my guts!) for me and Mr.ISB. The fun of stuffing the trolley with all house hold stuff only makes me realize that I am married!Seriously.

Many dishes in my mind to cook, many gadgets to buy for home, many more accessories and clothes for myself and Mr.ISB and what not. Goals and motives are in plenty. The new life has a lot of excitement, getting married is fun.

Well, I think I can write about the benefits of getting married in next post? Till then, Buh-bye!

July 7, 2014

Tears and the bride!

Is the relation not an age long relation? Tears and bride are inseparable! Well for my case, Vidai and Tears were treated little strictly.

My Maha-modern Masis and Buas have already ordered me not to cry as in today's world communication is super easy. For me, well I am super techno-savy, I be with mom virtually all the time. I had a doubt when it came to my mom, she is super emotional about her daughter. It was expected to see Ahmedabad flooded with her tears. More than that, I was worried for my dad. In these 26 years of my life, I had started seeing moist eyes on his face and I hate it to the core, even now.

Well, when the Vidai Murhat ticked on the clock, I was not so emotional, thinking good things about marriage. My mom surprisingly had not been in tears for all functions and her eyes were little moist but I was super surprised that she was not crying. When I hugged, the tap of my eyes was going to open with the force of some hundreds of tonnage, she shocked me saying 'Dont cry please, dad will cry too'! That was end, my eyes stopped production of tears and I hugged my dad who had super moist eyes. I avoided the eye contact which stopped his eyes to over flow. All my buas and masis were smiling without tears as per promises given. Well, I could see heavy moisture in my mother's (in law) eyes which happens while watching films too, so this was but obvious. She controlled which was another surprise for me!

The groom side never song a single song describing the pain of Vidai, in fact they sang some fun songs which made atmosphere super light.

I think, crying and mass producing tears both are over hyped. We must stop the ritual. Being happy without tears is less painful, believe me.

The marriage does not end those decades of brought up, relations and rights. So brides, no tears!

July 2, 2014

Tied and alive, kicking too!

Well, I am not sure if I should be sorry about my long long absence  and irregular blogging tenure or should be happy that , finally I am posting today. Fair enough for a new bride!?

The wedding planned went well, in fact super thanks to both sets of parents. Contrary to my fears I was not nervous, hell, I had no time to even think. If you ask about those N numbers of functions we had, I was pretty numb and smiling. Apart from Garba and Sangeet, my cheeks were strained enough to go beyond elastic limit of my facial muscles. We gotta be goodie goodie and smiling, you see!

The day of my wedding ended with this girl called Bubblegum who looked quali chhap in one punjabi suit, Mangalsutra, Sindur and chuda. Of course I felt I had managed to age a decade in a day's time. Going to Mumbai after Viday was smooth , but after finishing rituals the sleep I had for hours and days was super smooth. Once the insomniac got so tired that, my favorite pass time became sleeping! The trip to Mauritius was fun, pleasant and super peaceful to sleep, to relax. I am still continuing with my relationship with sleep for hours! Blues or may be pinks of the new bride!

So so many memories, funny incidents luckily are flooding when I am typing this. Wedding blues are over hyped any way, I feel now. Well, I have received comments from team mates that, there is no change in Mrs. Bubblegum and Mr.Bubblegum as of now. I hope it is a compliment ! ;-)

As now I have resumed office, with new home in the town which was never mine - Pune. Hopefully with Mr.ISB there with me, it wont be too difficult!

Hoping to blog more about my sinusoidal journey balancing work and home fronts in coming days.

May 14, 2014

D for Dilemma!

D is truly for Dilemma for me. As of now.

Before I start, I must confess I went horribly irregular and very big gaps have been witnessed in my blogging schedule. Let us say,the would be bride is too busy juggling wedding preparation , family members, two homes, shopping and of course her own Dilemmas. 

Should I wear this or that? This hair style or that. These questions are almost on the verge of getting over with a sense of nervousness, what if they can go wrong!

What if some one will spoil the mood of the wedding. What if both sets of parents gets into some sort of stress. What if some loved one gets hurt by some one I love. There are billions of questions with no answers as of now and they create dilemmas. What else. 

There is this feeling of excitement which is in dilemma of being too open. The feeling likes to reside in the corner of my heart hiding behind the nervousness my whole life is suffering from. 

I am sure this will be natural for all would be brides. I am sure there will be thousands of girls experiencing the same feeling. 

Feelings themselves in dilemma. I call the phenomena. 

April 25, 2014

C or Cricket!

For the full day, I kept on thinking what are those words related to me which starts from C? Cars, Change or Char rasta?? Yeah I can stoop down to that level of thoughts! Then  it stuck me - It is the Cricket.

My knowledge of Cricket is as limited as how to spin the ball and I can do it with the hit rate of 0.5 but hey I can identify if it is a no ball or well, just a googly! The reasons behind Ms.Bubblegum writing on such a nasty (for me!) subject?

Cricket and my younger brother and Mr.ISB and my mama and my bro-buddies and my flatmates and....

So you all must be getting my point, how I love cricket for nothing! It is like a love hate relationship. I love Sachin and Sourav , the major reason why I avoid watching cricket now. That was not the end of the story, the love got refurbished during the last world cup and it also witnessed the peak in my interest. Though Cricket never became a religion for me. Same with Cricketers, they were never Gods for me.

In childhood when my Nani planned to make me learn some basics of Cricket she asked me mama to teach me bowling. She asked my brother to teach me batting. The reason? Sourav ! She wanted me to bat with left hand and bowl with my right hand. The step confused me so much that I bat with both hands and manage to get out in the single ball! The poor child in me always became the 'Dudh danhi' in the game of cricket in my society!

So even when I seriously dont love Cricket, Some times I am as enthusiastic as my brother who does not let me watch cricket in the drawing room as it makes his player go zero in batting. As Mr.ISB adores and plays cricket for hours, be it hot or rainy, I am sure there is a lot between me and cricket.

I am quite positive about it ,only if Mr.ISB gets into any matches and I need to show off a bit as his wife. I am very open to ideas of developing side effects of Cricket for myself! :D

With the risk of getting brick bats, I am ending my post here. C for Cricket.

April 23, 2014

B for Bride? No, Bridezilla!

So after the A for Allergy, of course Bride comes into my mind for the second alphabet!

Ms. Bubblegum, the bride is going through some severe mood swings which is truly describes as 'The bride has its own brain' phenomena.I am amazed at ways I look at things.

I forget about enjoying the story or even the heroes of the movie. I check out outfits and ornaments heroines wear in all movies I watch. I conveniently forget about some interesting dialogues. So very unlike me.

Fashion magazines and cosmetics catch my vision more than some mythological thrillers which I love to the core.

I keep on reading each and every article related to fitness, make up and easy tips to get ready for the big fat Indian wedding!

Of course the nonstop cribbing while checking never ending shopping list continues but when the actual shopping session begins yours truly enjoys splashing money as well!

When some asks about the yearly plan of my career, I become numb for a while. It is almost impossible to plan for any damn thing in my life beyond the Wedding day! Life seems blank!

Every particle of dust and each untidy sheets in the bachelor house irritates me but I keep calm as my mind is prepared to move out soon.I am going to have my own Home!!

Furniture shops and deals of cook wares grab my attention more than Spa and beauty saloons!

Cooking does not scare me, it is not that I daily cook but I have started enjoying cooking more than ever.

Everything around gets bifurcated in two worlds- Married and Unmarried. Yes, pretty much everything and every one.

People asking for your new surname/ caste and religion to check if it is a love marriage or an arranged marriage get the answer of their lives. Yes, the young lady, yours truly, gets rebellious without any reason.

No wonder, very soon my friends will be able to see a virtual grumpy and hyper monkey in me which every one calls a 'Bride Zilla'!

B is for Bride? No, the Bridezilla!

April 22, 2014

A for Allergy!

Yes, I might teach that title (A for Allergy!)to all kids around me. I am sensitive to some one billion (Okay, a joke?) things in this world. In a different way, I am allergic to many many things ( Micro things if it makes sense?) and also to some behaviors you see!

One of the very first things my mom dad taught me, was to tell or raise a flag that I am allergic to Sulpha content in the medicine, if I end up getting treatment under a doctor,a health care person or in a hospital without them. The allergy for me was discovered when I was a toddler and I had developed some serious skin rashes due to medicines which had Sulpha. So from that very day, the single goal of all doctors in my family to teach me how a kid aka the tiny Bubblegum should be aware of the fact.

Then one day while enjoying helping my grand mother and mom, we came to know that I am allergic to 'Bhaji' or leafs of 'Radish'! Wow and for a person like me, who as a kid, used to hate radish more than any one else in this world, it was the awesome gift of God! Really. Needless to say, for years I used to raise the topic whenever I went to buy vegetables with my dad and mom!No to radish officially!

Later in my teens, I developed allergy towards all girly things in my life. Of course it came into the picture after the end of my Bharatnatyam tenure and 355 days. Ten days of Navartri were exceptions. This allergy was developed due to the psychology of yours truly which included allergy towards girly talks as well. The result was a college going girl who had a soul of a school going tom boyish girl in reality.

The college days got over and the real allergies (Not the psychological ones) started troubling me again resulting in migraines. It included the smell of boiling oil, harsh sun light and music on loud speakers. I started getting attached and detached to some of my good friends and they shifted into 'Allergic' category as well in the same era. (No they don't know this.) This phase also includes development of anti-allergic virtues towards some girly things like lip balms, Kajals and well, sarees.

If I take a time jump and fall into present mode, I am allergic to some random pollen in Pune. If I want to avoid sneezing for some 25 times in the morning and other 25 in the evening I have to take anti allergic pills regularly. Needless to say, it helps me in avoiding migraine mission of my life too.

Talking about psychological allergies I am suffering from today, I am allergic to people who dont respect the person they are talking to. Mobile manners to a rule book to be a  good flat-mate, if not followed, I can develop severe allergic symptoms.

Don't you think, life is all about allergies and how do we manage? Well it was a rubbish line, enough to make me allergic to my own thoughts!