I start browsing the internet and open bluestone – the jewellery website. After a while, with a sigh, I close it and open flipkart. Then in various tabs I open various categories of stuff. I also open Zansaar and Fabfurnish in tabs – furniture (specifically the chest of drawers I have been dreaming of), kitchen tools, decor and what not. I keep closing and opening tab after tab.
D who was sitting beside me with his own laptop struggling to learn python programming, had been seeing my screen from the corner of his eyes apparently and unable to hold his curiosity any more says – “What is going on? What are you trying to buy? You are surfing from jewellery to kitchen stuff to shoes to god knows what! !”
Me – ” I am doing nayansukh (treating my eyes to delights) just like men surf p***. This is the new Windows Shopping because I am doing it on Windows OS” 😉 😉 😀 😀
I have been one of the worst bloggers both in writing and reading blogs. Last post was in July when I had taken up daily blogging challenge. After that I got so tired that I again disappeared 😛 😛 Not done at all!! So I have decided to do one more daily posting challenge in the month of December. The blogging marathon begins!!Posted from WordPress for Android
You may have heard the old saying that a couple that stays together start to resemble each other. A lot of research has been done in this field and you just need to Google it to read all the articles and see all the photos. For example, University of Michigan psychologist Robert Zajonc conducted an experiment to test this phenomenon. He analyzed photographs of couples taken when they were newlyweds and photographs of the same couples taken 25 years later. Apparently, a couple who had no resemblance when they first married began to have similar, though subtle, facial features after 25 years. Research reveals that the happier the marriage, the more the couple resembles each other.
But what about their behaviour? Does it also start to become similar?
Where do I begin to tell the stories of D’s forgetfulness? And I think it is hereditary because my FIL is very forgetful and so is my SIL. Once , while on his way to the ration shop to take kerosene, my FIL came back home thrice….first for shopping bag, second time for kerosene bottle and third time for wallet!!
And now I am becoming like D. Once, I hurried up to the return bus at work to get a good seat (I like sitting only in the front or second row and near window to control my motion sickness) and settled down nicely. The bus was about to leave and my gut feeling was telling me something is missing. Then I remembered – I had come to work on my two-wheeler that day!!! 😳
With much embarrassment I got down from the bus with all colleagues, walking up to the bus, asking me what happened.
And, again today, I repeated the same incident!!! :oops::oops: And D reminded me while I was talking to him on phone!! 😀
Sigh! Ab mera kya hoga?
“The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
P.S. the title is in Hindi and means “someone who forgets”
So it has been one week since I arrived in Bangalore. Been busy cleaning and setting up new home, buying furniture (which, by the way, is way costlier than that in Pune), buying drinkable water :(, fighting rust problem (which was not there in Pune), roaming around in wonderful weather (way too much traffic than that in Pune), watching movies, meeting relatives and trying to stay connected with world through TATA PHOTON whose signal is simply horrible at the area we live. I had thought I would clear all blogging backlog – reading, commenting, replying to comments – but this damn connection! D’s office is close from here so we chose this area to live. But who would have guessed such an incident will occur with me one night!!! 😮
Just like a scene from a Bollywood film, the last bogie of the train chugged away just as we reached the correct platform.
The in-laws had never ever missed a train in all these years!! Even my parents had never missed one. In fact my father’s greatest fear and a recurring nightmare is that he is unable to catch a train! MIL was visibly upset. All the ticket money down the drain!! Thankfully there was another train to Digha at 2 pm. (There are four trains to that place!! )
The taxi driver asked “the new side or the old side?” The father replied “the old side”. After alighting, they saw the train information display and realized their mistake. They started running towards the new side of the station; the men leading and the women panting behind them. Even the arthritic mother was running!!