What was I ever thinking?

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So usually my mom is like, I am the most irrational shopper ever to exist, and maybe she is true, I am the kind of a person, who once, when makes a decision to buy something, just get Gaga over the thing in question, and absolutely has to get that thing and is just short of a laying-on-the-floor-and-kicking sort of tantrum away from embarassing my mom. Don’t take me to shop with you unless you want to gift me huge list of stuff I would later bury in some deep, dark crevice of my wardrobe. So I thought, let’s make a list of all such stuff. This list is in no particular order:


1. The fancy tiara:
Yes, absolutely this is exactly what you see, and I am going to blame it all on the Princess Diary series by Meg Cabot, well, not quite so. I had this obsession, a little evil post teenage kind of obsession with being a princess, for no evident reason I guess, and it passed with time like that time when I had a crush on Aragorn from Lords of the ring. My cousin mostly blame it on my need to gain attention from my family and all that jazz, and I guess it was just a phase we all go through, thanks to Disney. So the story is, I bought this from an accessory shop and I told my mother that a princess needs to have her tiara to which she rolled her eyes but never the less, humored me. My siblings, both a 9 or so years older than me, laughed their heads off and made me very offended, but I guess that is what siblings do.


2. The extra thick crafting book:

This I would blame on both shopping online and a furious rage upon my cousins who live abroad. Somehow shopping online is much more attractive, it adds an extra shine to each product and thanks to Photoshop and DSLRs all around. What is lacks in physically touching the product and then buying, it makes up for in the attractive pictures and all. Secondly I had this rage on my relatives abroad who are always like, What do you guys need from here? and all, but bring all kind of useless and even used stuff. This time I was like, I have to ask for something substantial, enough with the free concealer samples, cocoa butter lotions and nude lipsticks which I throw straight in the dustbins. During this time I was very much into crafting notebooks and thus I ordered this gaint sized crafting book and well, my passions never last more than a few months and now I am always wondering, what to do this piece of absolute giant-ness.



3. The Blue wholesale rackets:

Well, I hate the wholesale stores and this is the most ridiculous and the only shopping I ever did from there. I know wonder what I was really really thinking. Yes, I love sports though I hardly play any due to a long list of reasons, and also I have a reasonable lawn to play badminton in but 1) My siblings are like 9 or so years older to me and 2) the one with Y chromosome is at office from 8am to 8pm and thus hardly has the time to play while 3) As it goes I am not at all ambidextrous and 4) never played the game before and thus have no experience, so all in all, what a stupid thing to do. (Mom advised against it strongly)



4. The pink thing:

This is a remarkable case of chromosome X obsession with the colour pink, more than anything. There is this friend of mine, who use 4 to 5 of these in a year, (usually because she sweats a lot and thus has to tap her face after every session with the sponge, according to her) and I just fell in love with the cute pink thing and I asked her to buy me one too. And it has been two years atleast since I had it and its hardly used because I am not a very face powder kind of a person. Maybe I will gift it to one of my nieces or something.



5. The Black Book:

I don’t know why I indulge in this crappy saga of twilight books now, maybe because at that time, it was a very in thing! I decided to buy the book in its original form and not the pirated one, and well it cost me quite some bucks and I had already read the book online and well, never even open it and thus it is the most neat and creaseless novel among my collection of novels.




6. The dictionary:

This I will solely blame my teacher for and you can see the dust open it to know exactly that it is the least used of all my things. We were each asked that it would be really good if we bought french dictionary and it would enhance our vocabulary and all. To cut it short, the poor thing only was opened twice or thrice, and really what was the need when we were never required to use it in the class and at home, we all ofcourse had Google.



7. The tees:

Whenever we had to choose between different business competitions and events to attend, my friends used to ask,1) will there be dinner? 2) How are the guest speaker like? 3) what are the timings? and 4) how much will it cost? and my only question is 1) Will there be tees particular to the events? Well I love to collect tees and go to events which will provide me with one, even though I hardly ever wear tees except at nighttime during the worst summer night with pajamas.


A Hard Bargain! part 1

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It’s strange, how sometimes people drive us the most hard of the bargains and make us suffer for no evident reason. Here I will present two instances of hard bargain my teachers drove me:

 The Sadistic Art Teacher:

When i was young that was around the 4th to 7th grade, we had regular art & crafts classes and our teacher was then Sir Ahmer.


Yes that is exactly my response, whenever i think about those day i suffered because of him. When i was young I had the worse drawing skills, and whenever he used to give as an pictures to draw, it was something like this:

Yes, he was a sadistic beast and liked giving complex pictures that make me shiver. And can you imagine, my blood would get cold, I would pray the whole time and shake like a nutcase, that the class would get over. The whole time, I would be like this:


In the end of each session, all my class fellows, who had magical hand, would draw flawlessly well, and I would just sit still with a lowered gaze, waiting for a good piece of my art’s Sir mind. It tore me then, really, how I could not draw and when people were usually making cards for mom and dad, in the art room, for different occasion, I kept myself far off.

The worse thing the teacher did to me , and i had to let the bitterness out of me, was that one day, we were asked to make photo frames and then decorate them with the leftover cloth pieces and those ice cream sticks. He kept yelling, to put the cloth this way and sticks that way and finally we all made the frames and left them in the art room. I was called later in the day by him, and he shrieked at me so loudly that the nearby classes heard him quite clearly, while I just flinched pathetically and the next moment, in presence of certain school fellows, he literally tore the sticks, out of the frame, harming it slightly in this action, and shouted loudly “I told you, or didn’t I, as to how this needs to be done, now go and make this again” and he threw the frame at the floor.

This is one of the most embarrassing moment of my life, and it took me years to finally forget it and go on with my life. And now, when i sketch or draw, I am actually quite good at it, (you can see my sketches for that) and I love to draw occasionally, and he should have given me some time, and space, to let me get good at it, instead of hurting me with his words again and again, because they didn’t freaking make me good at drawing/sketching or crafting.