My 5.5m long debacle!

I'm usually a sport for shopping sprees but the 12th of October, 2008 and on top of tht a Sunday, began a little different!
My morning began at 11:15 am precisely when my dad after attempting to pull me frm my beautiful dreamy slumber to the ugly real world, finally had to resort to lose his cool..that was the first spat!
The second one was with mum who blasted me for not sleeping on time the previous night.

And then the final ordeal bagan..

Already in a bad mood, I barged in the showroom with a resolution to pick the first good saree that I came across! Yes,u heard it right! I went for saree shopping for the Diwali celebration at office the next week!

My mum and I finally reconciled inside the first showroom that we went into as we could not behave like total strangers and because my anger had cooled down to a -10 degree celsius. while the salesperson showed miles and miles of the Indian national dress and at the same time getting irritated with my reluctant and confused behaviour!

Like this,we visited one more showroom with great expectation of finding my dream attire..which ofcourse remained a dream until I stepped out of there!

Both the showrooms showed me endless varieties of sarees with different patterns,colors, handwork,etc. But alas! my confused state of mind conveyed my answer and increased their frustration.

The third showroom gave me the final respite and after a few moments, we agreed on 2 sarees,a black and a creamish thingie and I obviously picked up the black thing!

The ordeal is far frm over..today was only abt buying it..the bigger challenge is yet to come..to drape it around yourself neatly (n to keep it intact :-) ), wear matching jewellery, make up,come to office, sit around for 8 hrs and try to look graceful!

So much for being a woman!

But perhaps this experience has atleast reiterated a thought for the need for me to be more decisive abt things...coz every thing in life is not as easy as picking up a 5.5 mlong saree and not about having multiple alternatives..there are zillions of real life events where a late decision could make or break life forever..something that I've and I am already experiencing..............

Why do things have to change?

Today as I saw one more colleague of mine finally going his own way and heading to a diff direction (read diff state), a strange feeling crept up inside me..

I was just wondering how difficult it is to come out of ur sweet little comfort zone and enter a new phase of ur life..it must be so painful n unnerving to get acquainted with a diff breed of ppl in a totally alien place..

I've faced this situation so many times in my life..have been to several places, changes several homes..made and ditched so many frds..

but life at office is somewhat special esp if it seems like a second home to u..u come across the same old regular faces every single day in front of whom there's no need to pretend or to even put ur tiny brain to work to think before uttering any shit!

U laugh, cry, celebrate, bitch around with ur frds.

but all of a sudden when u have to leave all these comforts for ur own sake..for ur own prosperity..it must feel terrible to even consider moving on..

I kinda tried putting myself in his shoes and tried to imagine a life outside my "second" home and u knw what..I felt choked n unnerved n confused n apprehensive..

Why do all gud things have to come to an end..why do relatonships have to go up n down the creats n troughs of life? Why do ppl have to change? Why do their opinions change abt u so easily? Why do u suddenly need to make everyone around u aware that ur still alive or literally beg them to leave u alone in ur not so good times..?

all these r questions which humans will never be able to answer without going thru the experiences themselves n even then finding themselves unable to answer!

Thats it for now, folks!