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J Is for Jaipur and Jabbering

Now before you think that this is about me because of the word jabber involved in the post you are wrong.

I do not talk much.

It’s about 4 ladies ….

It took an instant for 4 ladies to decide that they needed to take a trip together.

It took them an instant to a create a foolproof way of ensuring that planning for the trip can commence -Of course there was a “Girls just wanna have fun” WhatsApp group made – I mean is it even possible to plan a trip or dinner without a WhatsApp group anymore.

It took them a lot of deliberations and intense scrutiny of their social and work calendars to work out an ideal “DAY” for this trip.

A lot more discussion and after let’s do Goa being constantly recommended by some crazy individual – the city of Jaipur was deemed suitable.

And if you thought that was a lot of discussion for a one day trip – well you should have seen these ladies on the trip. Some of them started talking at 6 am and finished talking at 4 am, the next day. No exaggeration.

The ladies throats thanked the God above that this was a one day trip. And as proof that God always helps the needy, the ladies went in for a spa in individual rooms, that allowed the poor throats a one hour respite

But wait have I been saying ladies – ha! Not really ladies, they haven’t truly evolved into ladies of today. Much like the chimpanzee who almost looks human but doesn’t have a thumb.

Just imagine they lack basic survival skills required to be a lady in today’s day and age.

They have zero selfie taking skills.

Uselessness in this skill should be reason enough to kick them back to 1995. You know the time when your phone was a stationary phone that didn’t click photos!

All they did was laugh at themselves and others In their selfies.

Oh look you don’t have a neck. You look like a floating head

Wait you both look like you share a body. Like the 2 headed creature from Harry Potter.

My hair is looking electrocuted.

Your head is occupying three fourths of the photo.

My double chin has given birth to triplets.

Someone needs to press the click button. Oh wait that makes your arm cover us all up .
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U get the drift right. I mean think about it an absolute inability to pose or click selfies. And worse still there was no check in post about a fun trip with the girlies and no immediate upload of the 3 selfies that didn’t make them look like Martians on earth.

One of them might have been slightly higher on the evolution chain and reluctantly suggested that maybe we should upload a couple of snaps onto Facebook. Imagine 9 hours after the trip ended.

Selfies apart. The trip was a detox – away from the daily grind, we discussed it all. Opinions advice, laughs, husbands, kids, careers – we talked and talked and talked. We had planned to visit a couple of places instead we talked.

And it didn’t seem enough.

Oh wait since this is about jabbering and I am not really not that talkative – this post is not about me . It’s about 4 half evolved ladies

Any recommendations for this throat pain I have?

since I *may* or may not have been part of these jabbering Jaipur day trip ladies. ( pause for pink panther suspense music) I didn’t really have time to post last night.

This is part of the April AtoZ challenge and this is my entry for J

C is for Cinderella and chatter boxes

Ever imagine what it is like to be Cinderella – you know just when the prince comes to kiss you, the clock strikes 12.

Well every evening I feel like Cinderella except there is no prince or kiss, and there is no clock either. Just the complaining voice of a 4 year old.

So I have these bunch of friends whose kids are 3-4 years elder than mine, so their kids play independently and They get to hang around and play. I also have friends who my kid plays with and with either set of friends just when the conversation gets interesting my kid wants to go to the loo or change his place of playing or go home and so on .

And much like Cinderella I sadly have to leave. No kiss nothing.

But then again I am a genius and a chatterbox. And I have been dying to have a nice heart to heart conversation with someone whose age is not in single digits . So 2 of us took our kids to funky monkey – where the kids played for 1.5 hours without interruptions. After that we gave them lunch but we weren’t done yet and the kids seemed to have evolved some game outside the play area . So we let them be – ignored them, ignored the looks we may or may not have got from other folks around and talked for another 1.5 hours .

With the travel time; we had actually managed close to 4.5 hours of talk time with barely any interruptions from our kids!!!

Talk about bliss!

This is part of the April Atozchallenge

Black Magic Woman

I have always suspected i have magical powers and over the last week i have proof. So you who is planning to take panga with me…beware! Unfortunately these magical powers only work in troubling people, i haven’t been successful in doing any “good” yet.

So on Friday, my colleagues and i went out for lunch and i drove everyone to the nearby mall. One of the guys – lets call him RA, kept making fun of Swiffy Reddy (my red swift for the ignorant). Yeah Swiffy reddy is now old and a lit bit of her seat stuffing is coming out – but she is my baby and hmmmph to you who are mean to her.

I made a passing comment to RA about not showing off just coz he has a new sparkling car…Guess what come Sunday – he goes shopping, comes back and finds a BIG dent on his car and an even BIGGER SCRATCH!!!

of course i laughed my evil laugh…what did u expect from the ‘angelic nut’

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Anyway so i warned the Tall one about my powers but of course the man paid no heed. The next morning, he had to awake early for a call with the US. He woke up with multiple alarms, i tried – i really tried hard not to smack him for that (See how nice i am!). The man awakes to find that his call has been postponed and he can’t go back to sleep.

Also at that point of time, he thinks i look “pet-able” and it is his birth right to come and try to “pet me”…I tell him very nicely to pls get lost…but no he persists – I get up and yell! (hello, morning sleep, stubble, cranky nut – what do u expect?). The man is scared and goes off to make tea.

My sleep spoilt, a very cranky nut wakes up and demands to be entertained. The Tall one refuses. The audacity of the man i tell u.

Anyway, while drinking his tea, he spills the tea on himself. After much dancing around and commenting on how critical parts of his body had been missed, he finally heard a giggly nut tell him to go put cold water on his “burnt” body.

Screaming and with a lot of drama the man goes to the bathroom and attempts to open the tap. As with most comedies, the shower comes on and drenches.

The Nut is entertained!!!
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Dont take panga with me i say!
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In other news, isn’t the late pataudi just so hot – Why Saif do you have to look so much like your mother. The Husband is not even taking offence to my open leching because of the senior patuadi’s age…

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Detached

I am an easy friend to have – i don’t have too many expectations.

You don’t need to remember my birthday, i don’t want gifts.
You don’t need to call me or sms me on a regular basis
You don’t need to like my facebook photos or click multiple snaps with me.
You don’t have to be there for me in my tough times or put up with my moods
You don’t need to hear my cribs or my long-winded stories

I enjoy the heart to heart conversations. I enjoy having a friend in you.

But don’t push me my friend – I wont fight, i wont cry, i wont have talks justifying the same.
Coz when i detach myself, i just pull away completely.

p.s. the cloud has passed and itz all good πŸ™‚