Scribble turns into a crazy cat lady

In the last four to five months I developed a new fetish.. of petting a cat. I don’t know whatever put the thought in my head but it has been playing on my mind ever since. I really wanted one and H just wouldn’t let me, he being the practical thinker of the household. Who would take care of the cat once I start working, taking it out everyday might be a task , chances of having the house turned topsy turvy and a thousand other reasons he mentioned, and I had only one thing to say- people do have pets and they do survive. And then finally sometime last week when I decided to call it war if he didn’t get me a cat ‘righthererightnow’, he revealed the real reason.. that he is scared of cats. I obviously thought it was the lamest of excuse but turns out, it wasn’t. His sister confirmed it, mentioned that it is probably the only thing that could drive him up the wall.( Almost seven years with the man, you would THINK I know all about him) I laughed my guts out and made peace with the fact that I can never pet a cat till the time I am married to the man and pretty much closed the chapter at that. But looks like fate had other plans.
First day at work (did I tell you all I joined work this week?), the boss was showing me his house around (It’s a new set up and we move into the office only by first week of December) and tada! this super cute fat cat jumps out of some corner.. infact there’s not one, but two of them in his house. And to say they are adorable would be an understatement. The boss introduced me to them, they are Persian and called CAT and CAT, yes! Grey white in colour, longhaired with the most enchanting yellow eyes.. just the kind I wanted. Its been four days and I am already in love with them. They play around my feet all day long, sleep there, do their own thing, jump up the desk sometimes and keep gazing into the laptop for as long as you don’t move them, I get to feed them and its all good.
This house (acting-office now) is located in Palm Jumeirah, so the office is most lah di dah. I work in this sunshiney room with two glass walls and stare at the pretty private beach outside. ALSO, the boss is absolutely adorable (read HAWT) but that’s another post altogether. So far so good.. touchwood.
And wannabe- here’s the Diwali pic

Moi and the mandatory diwali rangoli there, ignore my spastic looking pose.. as always, I was clicking all the time and hence few pictures of me to choose from. And may I add the accomplishments this Diwali- I won 40 aed in all and the saari stayed put all evening.

Scribble's lifetime acheivement

Mother in law called the other day and dutifully reminded me about the big day- Karvachauth. I nodded just like I have been in the last 2 years and rubbished the idea. I find the entire concept quite nonsensical. For the uninitiated, the fast (staying without food and water till the evening) is kept by married women for the welfare and good health of their husbands. I have nothing against women who do it but I am not ritualistic like that and dude! Touching the man’s feet before breaking the fast? Isn’t that a lil too far fetched? There are, ahem, better ways to make a man feel special eh? Some people might say why question everything.. traditions are beautiful, why not? Right! But I can’t relate to the entire idea of massaging a man’s ego like that. And for the life of me, I won’t wear those heavy duty saaris or jewelers just around the house. Bollywood movies have really blown this festival out of context. But at the end, to each its own, so it’s all good.
I have never kept the fast in the last two years of my married life; in fact I have never kept a fast in my entire life. Staying without food shouldn’t be that big a deal, but without water and coffee! I am capable of chewing my own arm if I don’t get my morning doze of caffeine.
But something got on to me this time and I was all set to do it when I woke up in the morning. For a) I have nothing better to do sitting home. b) I had been a glutton the entire week and could do with some serious dieting. And c) I did my research you see, and learnt that technically since this is my first KC, I ought to be showered by gifts. So there :)
Fortunately or unfortunately, H finds the tradition as ridiculous and when I happened to mention that I was contemplating on doing it, he rubbished it just like I had. I smsed him some seventeen times during the course of the day to take me seriously and not to come home empty handed, unless he was steel wrapped.
The day was terrible, to put it mildly. I had turned into a monster by the time the maid came. She obviously noticed the revolting look on my face, asked if I was alright and I happened to mention that I had a terrible headache so she should just finish fast and leave. Being the thoughtful person, she made me a strong cup of coffee and kept it beside me and being the absentminded arse, I ended up having it. Yes! Imagine. After a few sips I realized the disaster and well, it was too late. Since the damage was already done, I decided to have some water too. Yea, that’s moi. But that was all, I continued with my 'fast' thereafter.
H came home in the evening, empty handed mind you, but right when I was about to bash him for that I saw his untouched lunch that I had packed him in the morning. I was all aww-ed, told him all about my half-baked fast but then we mutually decided that a lil coffee and some water shouldn’t take away the entire credit.
The moon came out just as I was about to collapse at about 8:20 pm. And that, my lovelies, was not all. I leaped over to the terrace and found a crowd of heavily dressed pretty looking women with mehendi on their hands all set with their huge thaalis, diyas, sweets, water in silver vessels etc. They checked me out top to bottom and I could tell they were trying very hard not to laugh . I was in was in my spiderman tee and shorts and looked quite a character carrying a bottle of water, a fruit and nut bar and a sieve to do the look- at- the- moon- through- the sieve thingammy .I probably should have taken some efforts to dress but then I was really not upto it after the entire day. So anyhoo, checked out the moon, wished H a happy KC, finished the bar in one single bite, got home and ate an elephant like dinner.
That was my first fast ever and I came through with flying colours, or so I would like to believe. Oh , and yes, I shall do the same exercise next year depending on the gifts which I have been promised over the weekend.

Helow Peeps!

I have come to conclude that I can write only when I am not at peace, if there's something bothering me, something that needs to be put away for the time being which blogging helps me do. No wonder after two months of holidaying and joblessness, I have nothing to say, nothing at all.
Days are just rolling into weeks and into months while I am vegetating on the couch endlessly with the laptop and a remote in my hand. Sounds bloody good, doesn't it? But for someone who doesn’t like much of television or sleep, it isn’t all that great. Anyhow, the good thing is that I finally have enough time to read and pick up my much-ignored guitar. And cook. Yes, I have been cooking every single day without fail. But I realize it’s not my thing. I am many things; a good cook isn’t one of them. I mean, you would think it isn’t possible to screw up a simple daal chawal eh? Well, welcome to my kitchen.
I am okay with the occasional chicken curry or rajma type things, but ask me to do the daily cooking and it can make me cry. Let me also add that according to H, my cooking is not all that bad, which is a good thing considering there is not a third soul in the house , but somehow the fact that I can't bring my own self to eat what I cook bothers me. And while we are at it, let me show you the picture of the Vodka soaked watermelon that I made over the weekend. Some friends had dropped in and I had to make it in a ziffy but it turned out quite well. Any of you who hven't tried it, you must. It tastes cool, refreshing and is very very potent.


Anyhow, coming bak to the trip.. It was the longest vacation of my life so far. Two months. Two straight months of nothingness. No rush, no agendas, no hustle bustle, no alarms, no nothing. The break was so long that I have pretty much forgotten all that I had to say. But lets just say I did it all. From the hills to the beach, shopping to surfing to road trips, Delhi, Mumbai, Kolkata, Kasauli, Singapore, Bangkok, Krabi, Muscat, Salalah, parents ,inlaws, old friends and new, all checkity check check :)
Add moving into a new house here and my sisters visit to the list and that was quite a packed vacation.
Singapore entailed some delightful and meaningless shopping. What I also noticed was that singapore women are hawt. No seriously, every woman is so very fit and with such a great sense of style. Casual yet chic. We did all touristy things and it was cool.
Bangkok was spent mostly in this uber relaxing hotel with the nicest pool, so all I did was read, get thai massages and jump in and out of the pool ( I cant swim). The night markets in Bangkok were also fun. Bought a bagful of junk and surprisingly, H did not say a word about my 'mindless' shopping. They just keep getting better with the years, don’t they ? ;)
Anyhoo, the best part about the vacation was Krabi. It’s pretty and how! I am yet to get over the spectacular sight of the longtail boats in the blue water over the setting sun. I had my i-hate-Dubai-and want-to-live-here-forever moments. I felt so alive just sitting by the beach-side kiosks with awesome thai food and cocktails. I certainly am going back to that place.

and ooh.. while in Delhi, I met the babe over a 'drunk-lunch' and boy! The woman is super fun and I spent a wonderful afternoon gulping margaritas at TGI’s, giggling, talking gibberish and swapping stories. I miss girlfriends in Dubai, I really do.

So yes, that’s been my life in the last two months, how have you all been?

PS- Some random pictures from the vacation out of the zillions I clicked, take a look and please be jealous ;)