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 answer-less question

Juz thinking.. why no marriage of aadhar with voter card? If we want one and only one identity, then everything else must be removed.

How will a daily wage worker have a bank account?

Digital India is not just for the common man. It’s not just for the individual who has to stand in the lines for hours and hours to withdraw money that changed faces overnight. It’s not just for the little ones who are dying because their family’s name was struck off from welfare rolls for not having performed the “marriage” of aadhar with ration card.

It’s also for the ruling who have been able to settle down on “that” chair because these very same people had chosen them to rule. They chose, not for starving to death, not for being forced to have empty bank accounts, not for struggling to get new money, not for being threatened that their bank accounts will be discontinued, not for having to shell out taxes on basic needs that are “unclear”, “vague” and “dynamic”, not for women who pay more because sanitary napkins got dearer, not for the weaver whose fabric anyway has lost demand, not for manufacturers who are already hit because of imports, not for witnessing preferential treatment to those on the high chairs, not to suffer unplanned and disillusioned overnight decisions, not to just endlessly suffer.

It’s also for the ruling to first address the starved, the sick, the struggling and provide basic needs. One wouldn’t want to keep a little shack clean on an empty stomach. True, there are people – educated for that matter – who litter. But there is a higher percentage that has nothing to even litter. In fact, some find food from litter. Isn’t that a shame? Making life easier for the common man seems to be the last in the list of the ruling. However, do note that this is not meant to be an absolute statement.

It’s also for the ruling to first address the sectors that are draining money rather than penalize everyone and create more money. Reducing wastage is also saving money. Improving efficiency is also saving money. When you and I and everyone else is clearly showing where we are spending our money, then the ruling is also supposed to show where they are spending “our” money. Wouldn’t that be fair?

Anyway, I am not for or against anyone and am also aware of the positive changes that have happened – although very few and I am not sure if the effect of positive overrides the effect of negative, or vice versa? I started off as a thought, and didn’t plan to write so much – but, I guess there was a lot in mind that needed to be expressed. I am worried though. Really worried. Is the place where the Aadhar identities are kept secured enough? That and several apprehensions.

And even now, my question remains unanswered.

Do you have an answer?

 

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!!

Random Pic Random Post 7: Mi

@Funny that the Random Pic was missing. 😛

Mi A1

Yes, Mi. The Mi.

Disruption of disruptive strategy

Mi storms in with a tornado

Rest is definitely not the best, left behind by Mi.

Mi becomes ME, says every Mi user.

Mi. Personify.
PS: Mi is the flagship phone of Xiaomi that has taken the world by a storm. They release each version of their phone with a completely disruptive strategy and basically, disrupt their own previous version’s popularity with a clearly better version.

If you haven’t experienced one already, you must.

Goa Diaries: Spice Farm

And so, I have always wondered what would trees of spices like cardamom, cinnamon, etc., look like? And I so so badly wanted to see these trees.

Spice Farm in the list of places to see in Goa was a pleasant surprise. And chal padi main – I set off with my handbag on a quest to finally discover how spices originate.

Now, I saw how arabica coffee is grown (yes, on the trees – I know you would have imagined like me, that coffee also grows like tea, on little shrubs and plantation.)

I also saw cardamom, cinnamon bark and discovered that the leaves of cinnamon tree are used as substitute for bay leaf. How to identify which one is bay leaf and which one, cinnamon leaf – bay leaf has 1 vertical line in the center along its length, while cinnamon leaf has 3.

Cinnamon Leaf:

Cinnamon Leaf

 

Now, I got so diverted in my excitement while going around the spice farm that I ended up spending almost 7 k on various spices and oils. The best thing about the spice farm was the awe inspiring way nature has built these plants with such beautiful aromas and flavors.

We were served scrumptious lunch and the kokam Sharbat was something new to taste.

Having seen how cashew nuts grow and the tall long tree of the betel nut, I was quite satisfied that finally, I got to see how spices grew.

It was finally time to go home and well ok finally time to go back to the hotel and venture out for more shopping. Shopping and I are inseparable. I wish there was a pill that could cure the addiction of shopping. Well, since there’s nothing like that and I don’t think anybody will come up with something like that any time soon, I did the inevitable. I shopped and shopped, and then I shopped some more.

Here are some amateur videos from the farm. Please do pardon me for the shaky videos. This is the first time I have attempted to take videos when out on vacation with the intention of blogging.


Go go gooo…