What happens when the first movie you watch together is Annabelle?

I prop my feet up and wonder, “What am I doing? Will this turn out all right?” To get married isn’t an easy decision, you see. And this guy, I had known through chat conversations for a few months. I had no clue how he would look or even behave in person.

But then, the talking led him to book his tickets one weekend to come meet me. Excited? I was. Perplexed? I was. Did I want this meeting to happen? Yes. Did I want to keep it for a later time maybe next year or the year after? Yes, I did.

But my basic flaw? I can’t be rude to people unless they really make me nauseous. To those, I can be downright rude.

So, the D-Day arrived. He called me for the first time ever and I found out he had this weird accent. At the risk of sounding snooty, I know for sure that I wouldn’t have ever decided to be his friend had I known he had this accent. But then hey, he was in my city. Too late, right?

The rendezvous

So, I decided to meet him outside his hotel as he was new to my city and I took a rickshaw to the hotel (I had to follow the map to this place). After reaching the spot indicated by the map and paying the driver for the ride, I walked slowly to the hotel. He was waiting for me right there. A quick awkward hug and then? He had flowers for me! Those were really pretty and…good planning there, huh?

From there, the day started slowly and progressed quite well. Our first movie together? Annabelle. Horror horror. That first day ended on a sweet note when he spilt his coffee on the table and drenched my bouquet (yes, that was still with me).

He walked me home and we planned to meet up the next day too. So much more at ease with each other, we had a lovely time the second day. That evening he flew back to his city. Le sigh.

A series of meetings

But no. That wasn’t the end, it was the start. His flights got him to my city every single weekend and our meetings got better and better. Within a few months? The proposal happened aboard a private yacht. What did I say? Yes, of course.

And now? We are married and have been for quite some time now. A story as old as time? Nah. But one that happened like a whirlwind and something I will cherish for the rest of my life. For sure.

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20 facts about me

Some quick facts about this faceless blogger. If you are reading this, why don’t you comment below and let me know 20 facts about yourself? Let’s get the chain building!

1. I have no middle name. I am thankful for that. My name is already 22 letters long! Phew!

2. I am vegetarian and dislike having oily stuff. Makes me sick. Kind of like a personal in-built heath check mechanism. Isn’t that awesome?!

3. I absolutely lurve cheese!!! You know those cheese platters you get when you go wine tasting? Aaah…pure bliss!

4. I am the only child of my parents. And that has his upsides. More love, more attention (oh that’s good when you’re growing up) and more sincere care. Family is wonderful if you think about it.

5. I’ve never been camping! Will I like staying in tents? Oh yes! Always wanted to do that since I was little. Take me camping, someone!

6. I am excessively passionate about x number of things. I either passionately like something, or I totally ignore it. There, somehow, doesn’t seem to be a middle ground in my world.

7. I just had a cupcake eating challenge, so I am currently sick and tired of cupcakes. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try and take a bite off some yummy looking cupcakes in the near future.

8. People who aren’t kind to animals rank really low in my “good books.” Cuz really, what’s not to love about animals?!

9. I have got to travel on my birthday. No one can get me to stay where I am during that time of the year. My day – my rules 😉

10. I am a Twitter and Pinterest addict. These are the two social media sites I think are worth being active on. Unless of course you’re more of a LinkedIn sort of a person.

11. I hate “lol” or “lulz” or any of its relatives. If you are laughing, just laugh out loud for real!

12. I hate those older men with balding heads and potbellies staring at you as if you’re just going to turn around and fall in love with them. Seriously! That ain’t really going to happen, Sir.

13. I love learning new languages and I am currently crushing heavily on Spanish. Bueno, isn’t it?

14. People who have no clue how to respect elders are seriously a burden on the planet. Just jump off the edge, won’t you?

15. I love books and get a kick out of taking those reading challenges on Goodreads. I’ve never completed any challenge thus far though. But hey, maybe this year?

16. My favourite tipple? Can be anything from a cup of warm ginger tea to a glass of Cabernet. It has to be smooth,  or how are you going to get good dreams at all?

17. I personally have nothing against serpents. Bit unfortunately, they seem to give me the creeps. So, if you have a python as your pet, please – you can’t visit!

18. Beautiful sceneries take my breath away. Make me work in the midst of greenery, and I could go on forever without a break. Nature…You have no parallel!

19. I don’t believe in ghosts or monsters under the bed. But if you guys exist, we can always co-exist, eh? 

20. I could listen to soft Asian music all the time. Music that soothes my senses? I could get addicted to it.

Try it sometime. Works wonders for your mood!

Why thirst for 360-degree approval?

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Do you seek constant approval from people? Do you want to be liked/loved by everyone around you? Do you put your thoughts, energies and feelings into this? If yes, then could you please take some time off to think why you are so into gaining all-round approval? Why, you may ask. Let me tell you why: It’s just not too healthy.

I am not saying that accepting any kind of criticism from people is unnecessary. No. People who really matter to you – your close friends, your family, your manager – their opinions do matter. Cuz they contribute, in one way or another, to shape you into the person you are. But the one who sits next to you in a train, your cubicle neighbor at work who talks loudly, the team that gossips in hush-hush tones behind you 9 out of the 9.5 odd hours you spend at work? No, their thoughts and opinions don’t actually matter.

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Invest your energy and beliefs into loving yourself, loving your body, mind and soul. Look into your heart and do what it tells you. Work wholeheartedly toward achieving your dreams. Just do everything to make your life happy and fulfilling. Just remember to never hurt someone in the process and you are well on the way to be a better life ninja. Power to you.

Way too stylish: The natural way to go

Style is about elan. Style is about dignity. Style is about intimacy. Style is about intenseness. Style is about allurement.

Have you visited those Egyptian museums? Well, I haven’t. But, that’s not the point. The point is, have you seen the goodies they used to bury with the bodies of the ancient Egyptians? Don’t you think they believed in being stylish, then? Style has always mattered to the human race. I have seen photographs of the kind of head dresses that got buried with some of these bodies. Man, way too stylish for us to carry off. And, probably, THAT is exactly why they decided to carry those items with them when they got transferred to the other side. Why leave it behind for us, when we would not have the guts to use it? Fair enough. The human character has a natural bent toward self embellishment. The ancient Egyptians believed in catering to the said bent.

This is a trait prominent in all of us. Yeah, don’t deny it. You have the need to be fashionable in you too. And, this internal urge to look your best and the desire to don a new look on and off  is the target of the fashion world that churns profits in jillions. Smart, aren’t they?

I know you can relate to what I am saying. I am sure you have an anecdote to share with your friends that will talk about what clamant drives you get every other month to get your hairstyle changed, revamp your wardrobe or even get shoes of another color. I got my hair straightened more than a year back as it didn’t look stylish enough when it was wavy (aah, me!) I don’t say I regret doing it, ‘cuz hey, it still looks stylish. I wake up in the morning and my hair still looks set. Like that of a celebrity. Don’t we all like to look like celebrities in our own little way?! *Cough Cough*

Another urge I am not proud of is this need to raid my favorite mall every month to spend on clothes and other “cool” stuff. I have no idea what I want to buy. I just want to.

Now, I don’t think we can altogether kill this urge to be stylish. All we can do is try and use our older stuff more fashionable and add on to our style quotient. Maybe I can talk about this in my next blog. So, till then, keep it stylish! Keep it alive! And, keep feeding the voracious style demon within you!