Bhar lo Diwali Mei Rang, Rabri-Rasgulla Fudge ke Sang… Happy Diwali
Wishing my readers a very happy and fun Diwali with my home-made sweet. There was…
Wishing my readers a very happy and fun Diwali with my home-made sweet. There was…
These dolls are made of foam and sold by an old man, a street side…
Stressed at work? Totally bugged up? And to top it all, it’s a Friday. Don’t…
Chandigarh is the city beautiful! And now that I am close to saying goodbye to…
Whenever you talk of Himachal Tourism it is Shimla that gets the maximum publicity. I…
These cloth shopping bags are cool n smart, you can match them with your dress, design them out of anything you wish to…go designer. They are very economical, sturdy, can be washed and ready for reuse………..and to top it all, they are very environmental friendly. All you need is to be conscious, make a small effort and carry them when going shopping or just keep one in-car and one in your purse. It need to make such small changes, think about.
Next was travel by foot but this time it was wet sand………..so I had to balance my chunni, purse, Ray ban’s and tread very cautiously, wearing my sandals. Somen was walking ahead checking the sand and I was to follow his footsteps. But but……..I was educated, smart, modern woman, I could not accept the fact why he was taking a curve rather than walking straight. So in my zeal to prove my smartness and save time, I walked straight and…………IT WAS WET SAND. The moment I kept my foot, I sank knee-deep and fell. Somen turned back and chuckled seeing my pathetic condition, with sand all over my dress , hair and purse and myself sweating, for it was 12 in the afternoon. I was so embarrassed ……………..such a showdown for a new bride. But as it is said , show must go on, we kept walking, “ Somen will we reach our home in this life span?”. Extremely fatigued and disillusioned I could now see the main boat and the Brahmaputra River. It was such a mighty river, it is called the father of rivers for its might. It is such a wide river that it took almost 5 hours on boat to reach the other side. This boat ride is another interesting anecdote. Such narrow benches that an able-bodied woman like me was literally half hanging. Local tribal people smelled badly and more so the smell of indigenous tobacco and dried fish
I am a North Indian living in South India past 2 years and trust me the biggest problem down here is Language. For me, who is a housewife this problem becomes manifold basically meaning….limited bargaining opportunities! But truly speaking this is not the most difficult part of it because there are shopping malls everywhere and obviously no bargaining there. For me the most problematic part of not knowing their language is getting bored at public places. YES, I admit blatantly that I tend to hear other people’s conversation…ya ya I know this is not good manners but excuse me…it is the best source of time pass in public places