Wednesday 22 July 2009

3s of you...

Got this in Facebook, decided to do it here, since lately all I have been doing is writing about marriage. This is like a breather and something different.

Three names I go by:
1. Suchismita (all formal and Sanskrit)
2. Suchi (mostly by friends and colleagues)
3. Guria (mom & dad)

Three Jobs I have had in my life:
1. Graduate Teaching Assistant, Uni of Toronto
2. Assistant Director, HRLN
3. Reporting & Communications Officer, GD

Three Places I have lived:
1. Kolkata, India
2. Delhi, India
3. Toronto, Canada

Three Favorite drinks:
1. Water
2. Aam Panna
3. Pina Colada

TV Shows that I watch:
1. Sex and the City
2. Friends
3. How I met your mom

Three places I have been: (well loads, listing my favs)
1. Dharmshala & Maclyod Gunj, Himachal Pradesh
2. Quebec City, Canada
3. Gangtok, Sikkim

People that text me regularly:
1. Chordi
2. Swati
3. Indranil

Three of my favorite foods:
1. Indian Chinese
2. Bengali cusine
3. Continental

Three friends I think will respond
1. Muthu
2. Sapphire
3. JELL

Three Things I am looking forward to
1. Getting married
2. Going to live in Oxford
3. Getting a development job in Oxford

I tag Muthu, Jell, Sappire, Anubha from blog, Soma, Anu, Jayshree, Anant, Jai, Divya Jyoti, Sushmita from FB and Swati from Orkut.

Tuesday 14 July 2009

Bride Series 6: And the countdown has begun...

If my blog heading is sounding like the title of an Agatha Christie murder mystery, I cant help it guys. Marriage right now seems like a mystery with gigantic implications, looming large in my life.

A few days back I was rudely woken up by my super excited mother, who told me first thing in the morning that my marriage was an exact month away. Thank you very much ma, could you please let me sleep in peace for a few more minutes. My equally excited grandma called in the middle of a busy work afternoon to say that next month by this time I would be almost ready to receive my groom and begin our marriage ceremony. Being the over imaginative sort, I immediately visualised myself draped in a hot pink benarasi sari (looking extremely lumpy), standing with a huge garland of flower waiting for Indranil to come, who would gallop in a big white horse....total Bollywood flimy istyle! I was rudely awaken from my bollywood day dreams with a reminder of a deadline. Talk about injustices....


Imaginations apart, folks it is really true that my marriage has crossed the less than a month away barrier. It is now barely weeks away, soon it would be just days away and then the d day would arrive. Butterflies have built a huge nest in my tummy and they seem the extremely flighty sort who are always fluttering and flying about.


Tummy rumblings withstanding, as I sit nibbling cheese and Limca ( poor fuzzy substitute for wine) I cant help but dread the immense change that my life is going to go through because of this marriage business. And to think I agreed to it willingly. God there is such a huge/colossal/massive leap from a romantic proposal to the actual event.


Some shadi updates--


Indranil's grandma suddenly fell critically ill, had to be admited to ICU giving us all quiet a fright. Now thankfully she is ok and gone back home;


I have sent scores no hundreds of email invitations. Got back some very nice emails, wish had the time to answer each and every one of them, but alas...maybe when I get a little free;


Indranil has finally booked his return ticket from Copenhagen, he is quiet sad to be leaving Copenhagen, so out there guzzling as much beer as possible with his European friends;


Most of my shopping is over, little bits and pieces;


Dieting has gone for a toss, stopped all pretensions also. No one can charge me of being a hypocrite;


Read a very pacy Indian chick lit called "You are here" by some (most probably Meenakshi) Madhavan Reddy. The protagonist lives alone in Delhi, I so missed my life in Delhi reading about it. Realise with a start Anubha's, Jayshree's and my life in Delhi could have also been turned into a desi chick lit. To get back to the already written one, it is a hilarious book, very well written and honest too. This is one book where there is no happy ending at the end, only some solid self realisation on part of the heroine. My luck, just when I needed a happily-ever-after I get this practical ending. Remembering the post where I had grumbled about all the chick lits ending with a happy ever after and what would happen to single women like us etc. Who said life fulfills all your needs.


Read Spouses by Sobha De, after strong recommendation and constant prodding by Sambaran. He was convinced that reading the book would be helpful for me to start my new life. Seems it has done so for him. The book is nice, you discover some surprising stuff about Sobha De-- she is a home buddy, is dedicated to her husband, dresses to please him etc etc. But apart from that, it does give some wisdom, though a little too centrist. But definitely good read and wise as will.

You will think that all I am doing is reading, no, but I do read a little, you know reading is like night cap for me.


My blogger friend Jell had done this nice countdown thing for his cousin's wedding. Thought I would do the same, but too busy to be able to do anything like that.


Amitrajit ala Kakababu is refusing to believe that I am actually getting married! After much convincing and sending him the invitation card, he says that since he cant attend my wedding, he will get the feel of it from the photographs I send him as well as my blog updates. So updating is a solemn duty.

Thinking of doing something different with my hair. Going to some posh hair place with Rima this Saturday. Lets see what they can do with my limip tangle of hair...I see a lovely head full of black hair, well groomed and all in place...no greys, no split ends, no untidy mess. Hopes, hopes....

Oh I am getting pre marriage gifts as well....yuppppie...definitely the best thing in this marriage business...got two saris and a salwar kameez...

Something bad to end with, I have developed this bad habit of migranes. While growing up I had wittnessed my mom having very wretched ones. Now in pre-marriage jitters I seem to having them dime a dozen. Poor me!!!!!!!!