Blog Feature: Beauty Talks with Neha

She’s fun, she’s quirky, she’s awesome.

She’s a bomb packed in a little gift box.

That’s Neha for you.

She is a famous blogger who blogs at Beauty Talks with Neha. I have seen her from the days when we were standing in a New U store and I tried convincing her to buy a lip gloss from Lotus Herbals.

Acha tu khareedegi toh main bhi loongi – is what the little tomboy said. I said, Okay and we both bought the same color.

That little girl has now graduated to this awesome knee-weakening beauty that reviews makeup and beauty products. (Let me tell you a secret here – the products look great because SHE makes them look awesome).

She has been my sole friend, one who I met in a bus and we became friends forever. We can be with each other, or not be with each other but the feeling doesn’t change.

Okay, this blog was about Beauty Talks with Neha, although its really really tough to NOT talk about Neha.

All said and done, check out her blog here. You won’t be disappointed.

And trust me, she’s as beautiful by heart, as she is, in her videos. And her smile – innocence personified. And, she makes me smile. 🙂

Go meet her!!

Oh, and did I tell you she’s an enormously talented artist??? Her art is on sale.

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An adventure

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Yes, thank you, that’s mine.

I have been wanting to buy a sewing machine for quite some time. Yesterday, I ventured out to do just that. The store is almost 25 kms from my home and Google decided to take me to a location where there was no store at all.

Now, let me tell you the whole story. I usually travel by cab but on Friday evening, there were no cabs available so I booked an auto. While I set out towards my home, I decided to instead go into the city interiors to find a sewing machine store. So I told the auto walla to take me into city instead as I want to buy a sewing machine. The auto walla, after pondering for some time, told me, “Madam, if you want to buy a sewing machine, you must buy it from X Shop in Y area. That shop is the biggest 3 floor store and you will find all kinds of machines there. I bought one for my wife 5 years ago, and she is still using it – the machine has never required a servicing till date.”

Wow, you can imagine my elation – I was like, “God, give me a rose, and a rose fell into my lap!!” So, I asked him to take me there the next day. He was a genuine simpleton and he agreed – although I wasn’t so sure that he would come, I reconfirmed with him.

The next day, he came right as he said, at 11.30 and we set out. Now, I had no idea that this Y area would be sooooooooo far away that it would feel like going to another city!!! Okay, so, throughout, the auto walla was narrating his story to me, about how he had worked hard and the cabs have beat their income down. I felt sorry for good hearted people like him, and prayed that he would prosper, in spite of the fact that I didn’t have great impressions about auto wallas in general.

It was about 12.30 when we reached. And right as he said, the shop was a large one – but the company of machines was local. And the price they quoted was HUGE. I thought, if I had to pay that much, I would rather buy an Usha Machine than a local one.

So again, I googled and to my luck, there was another distributor who stocked usha machines in the same area!!! So off I went, the auto, zipping through streets and sabzi markets and controlled parking areas to reach this place. And, the man was educated, well meant and showed me a lot of models. I chose one, and he quoted 9500, came down to 8500 and still, earned over 2000 profit because I did not have the great uncommon common sense to check the MRP on the box. He unboxed and fit it into the table – BTW, I insisted on the wheels option WITHOUT a motor. I am quite a stickler for traditional jooni purani stuff that way.

So, the guy said it would take about an hour to set it up. The kind auto walla was so cooperative, he said he will wait. It was 2.30 by that time and I was hungry. There was a small canteen kinda shop in the corner of the building and I headed over there to find something to eat. I asked the auto walla as well if he’d like to eat something. He declined, but said, he would drink some tea. So I ordered puri bhaji for myself and two teas.

The whole idea of this post came because THAT tea was the MOST tastiest tea in my city till date – trust me, no Tea Place or Cafe or Barista or any Chai place could serve as good a tea as this one!!! I am a Tea maniac and can have even 20 cups a day, without missing food. So, this one got a 10 on 10 – the proportion was jussst perfect. Not too much milk or sugar. The problem with tea EVERYWHERE else is that they serve it with 80 to 90% milk – which kills the whole point of tea. The way I drink it is to add a few teaspoons of milk in a cup of black tea.

That said, the task of fitting the machine into the auto was a huuuge one. I squeezed myself in a corner next to the machine and we set out. Another hour’s journey and by 4.30 I was home.

What a day!! And for 3 years now, I have wanted to buy a sewing machine – yes, I have a full time job, I intend to keep it, and no, I am not crazy. I am just too creative to not keep my fingers from fidgeting!! And, I am nurturing dreams of a big little business. 🙂 Yes, going my Dad’s way. I think.

So, wish me the bestest of good lucks, folks and friends.

I am on a new journey – yet again!!

The Force Beneath

*Reposting one of my older posts.

Imagine… if there was no gravity,
Our feet would not be earthly.
We’d all be flying without wings.
There would be so many nice things.

We’d have no cars,buses & trains.
And there’d be no pollution, only rains.
We could go to Greece, or Japan, or both,
And return, without tickets for back & forth.

We could climb trees without effort,
And wouldn’t need any elevators.
High-rise scrapers would spring up everywhere,
And we’d just “fly” to the top of Eiffel.

The Everest would no more seem a barrier,
As climbing it would become so much easier.
On second thoughts, would it be flying too?
Would rivers,oceans and mountains stay on earth,
Or would they find their way up, up and up.

If houses, schools & offices, all started flying,
Where would we live, study and work?
And then, would cities be called what they are named,
When they kept wandering from place to place?
Now I know, if there was no gravity,
The world would be Enid Blyton’s Enchanted City !

Diaries of a Hechicera: Meet me ;-)

Hechicera means Enchantress – one who can put a spell on you with her qualities.

Today, Hechicera reveals herself.
She is the girl next door , the girl of your dreams, the lady in your fantasies.

She is a dreamer, a compulsive dreamer. She is inside you – the person who has always wished for the moon and the stars. She lives in her own world, she has her own language, she sings her own songs…

She has nothing to do with the big bad world. In her little world, there is only love, affection, kindness and gentleness. She does not want to leave her world. She wants to stay there forever. She wants her friends and her love to join her in her world. She wants to keep them away from the big bad world.

Call her Maya. She is Maya – the lady who danced in green fields in the white dress.. her dupatta flowing with the winds… her arms dancing to the enchanting tune… she is your imagination.

She is on a journey towards the Unknown. But she has faith that the Unknown will be where her heart is. She is constantly searching for the elusive someone. She is searching for her heart. She thinks the destination will be the start of another journey. If you follow her, she will crumble away into nothingness. If you try to touch her,she will melt away. If you want her, you can never have her. If you already have her, you can never lose her. She – is Hechicera.

Here’s my question to you, my lovely readers.

Who is YOUR Hechicera? Why is she your Hechicera?

Let us see you answer this one. I would like to know who Maya is for all of you out there reading this fantasy story.

One day…

I am sure, one day, the bitterness will fade away
Into the depths of a black memory hole that has taken my peace away.
I am sure, one day, all that will remain is love
The overwhelming pure giving love that’s there in my heart.

I am sure, one day, the hurt will not hurt anymore
And sleep will not be filled with nightmares galore
My face reeks of indolent under-eyes, of how many tears they cried
Of hope that kept gnawing at me, leading me to big disappointments.

One day, the emptiness will not wrench my heart
And no matter how desolate I feel, I will still make a start
One day, the lonely eyes will stop looking here and there
For a face that never existed, only in dreams, I was aware.

The constant connectedness like two souls became one,
Witnessing something strong – like a psychic connection
Sometimes I wonder is true love a destroyer,
Destroyer for one, redeemer for the other

Projecting my own goodness on another did me well
For it was a grave I had dug up so well
My mentor told me, “It was you, not him.”
You saw yourself in him, not him.

Today, I stand. Today, is one day.
No more is my heart wrenched,
No more the tears, my eyes dried, a bit too much
No more is my heart ready to tear

Today, is that one day. Only love today and thereon.
Just pure love in my heart. For you, for him,
For all of them, the owners of my tears.
She said I am unconditional – am I? Maybe.

All I know, is that it’s okay. Today. It’s truly okay.
The choices we make are the choices that make us.
Life is one big universe with a whole lot to offer.
All I remember now, are only the good times

No regrets. No sorrow. No pining. No pitying.
No nothing. Only peace. I wish the same for all.
Today I stand. Calm and Composed. I stand tall.
Today I thank in grace. I thank you and all.