Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Women and Their weird Quirks!

I was recently at my dressmaker (as cheesy as it sounds, I have found myself a dressmaker, she is a professional designer from Goa and I love her!) and while discussing on sizing I was giving her weird fixes for getting the right fit done because let's face it, I'm no size zero, and she started laughing at my weird fixes.
"Women and their weird..." she couldn't find a word to complete her sentence. "Quirks?" I suggested. "Women and their weird quirks?"
"Yes! Women and their weird quirks! And the weird solutions to their weird Quirks!" she giggled.
She's awesome though, you can check her out here. And if you do go to her, give her my reference so that I get a discount the next time!

So anyways, quirks. We all have them. I was at this really old friend's wedding today, in fact I met her after fifteen some years. We have been in touch over the years through phone and social media, but I never really got a chance to meet her even though she too lives in NCR. I'm usually either too busy or too lazy. So when she invited me and my hubby to the wedding, I was naturally super excited for it. One of the perks of living in India is the weddings after all! She also mentioned that there was another mutual friend of ours who was in the same class with us in third standard who was also coming. So when I saw my friend all brided up coming towards the stage with the Jodha theme song playing in the background, I saw a glimpse of this other girl with her who I kind of knew in third grade.
"Must be her," I told my husband, who told me to go talk to her.
But I couldn't. I just froze there, feeling weird about it. I knew her, I remembered her, and even though I saw her after all these years, I couldn't muster up the courage to go say a hi. Why, I wondered. It's not like I had to ask her out! I talk to new people everyday, networking with professionals comes naturally to me, and when I usually meet a person the second time, for an observer, it will look as if we are best friends or something. And I couldn't just talk to this one person? What could be the reason?

I met my friend at the reception, and still didn't ask her to introduce me to this mutual old friend. I just let her go down the stage and then post dinner me and my husband started driving back home, me pondering the entire route why I was so awkward. And then it occurred to me.

Fear of rejection. Fear of knowing a person, who doesn't even recognize you anymore. Maybe she did, maybe not. But just the idea that you were not worthy of being in someone's memory after fifteen years even though they were still in yours is frightening. The best way to save your ego is to just avoid the situation. Had she been a professional contact, it would have been different. Had she even been someone I knew 5-10 years back, I would be fine. But fifteen years is too much to remember a person, and its shameful that you have a better memory than them maybe.

That is one of my quirks, I realized. Maybe that's the downside of being a socialite, the idea of someone not recognizing you scares you to death. Maybe I should have talked to her, maybe the next time, no matter how awkward I feel, I will. Its a quirky jerky life.

Monday, April 27, 2015

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly - Movies last week!

So I'm a big movie buff, I watch all the movies (literally all the movies!) and naturally keep going out a lot for catching up on the latest hits and flops.

Last week we went to three movies which released: Avengers: Age of Ultron, Margerita with a straw and Mr.X. Yep, you read it in the correct order of good, bad and ugly. Here's my take on all the three:

Age of Ultron: A standard Avengers movie, although in my opinion inferior than the previous ones. But doesn't that happen with all series? You open with a kickass flick, create an inferior sequel to it, with the third sequel barely making the bar and the fourth one pissing off all the customers and destroying the entire franchise's reputation. Ultimately all you are left with is an option to make a prequel to monetize on the same. Let's face it, Avengers is one of such huge money minting machines, and Age of Ultron in my opinion was in the standard third sequel phase. So the movie starts with Iron Man creating 'Artificial Intelligence' (it's funny when people talk of AI as if its an alien from outerspace or something) and it ends up getting feelings and crap, and eventually wants to destroy the world even though in its head, it feels it is justified in doing so. And then the Avengers unite (adding some really cool additions to the group, I almost screamed in agony when they killed of my favorite faster-than-the-speed-of-light avenger in the end) and fight off the evil Ultron. At the end of everything my ever-favorite avenger Hulk takes Sanyas because he does the usual drama of feeling guilty about destroying a few buildings, overlooking the fact that he just saved the world, and that was the point I was done with the movie. Although overall, the movie would be in the 'good' category, although not in the 'awesome' category. One time watch maybe, and don't miss out on the after credits scene! Although chances are, by the time the next movie releases, you would've forgotten it anyway, and who cares about watching the previous release before watching a new sequel?

Margerita with A Straw: All right, this was undoubtedly one of the weirdest movies I have seen my whole life. All the movie revolves around is sexuality, bi-sexuality, infidelity, weirdness and more weirdness. I went to the movie expecting it to be a drama surrounding the issues disabled people face in their life and how they bravely overcome them, but what I got in return was simple soft porn. Although the movie has its set of jokes, most of them unintentional but they are so ridiculous they have you in hilarious giggles anyway, which kept me awake most of it. The guy sitting behind me woke up suddenly in the middle of the movie and exclaimed, 'Holy crap, this is still not over?' and the whole theater burst out laughing. His friend was like 'Just go back to sleep, man'... Yes, the storyline is that bad. But all in all, Kalki has really done justice to the acting, she is truly an amazing actor, probably was just never fortunate enough to get a huge platform to showcase her skills. The worst experience was for my husband, who hates dramas. Me being a lover of dramas, ganged up with his friends and convinced him to go, and he was truly pissed off. Margerita with a straw: Bad. Just sit at home, have your own margeritas and watch your favorite series instead.

Mr. X: Dude, seriously? What were you thinking? Can be the question asked to either Mahesh Bhatt, Imran Hashmi, or me who actually went to see it. I really don't know why TOI gave it 3 stars, maybe the editor went to the movie high on something. It was by far the worst movie I have seen after Jism 2. Mr. X was a clear cut example of how to get an amazing movie idea and defecate on it. The concept was so cool, more like modern Mr. India, but Mr. Bhatt had to ruin it, he simply had to! Cheesy Dialogues, Thousands of holes in the story, Ridiculous execution, no wonder Alia Bhatt has never acted in his movies, it will destroy her reputation as an actor. Ab khud ka hi sikka khota ho toh... Anyways, the storyline is about this good cop framed and nearly killed and converted into Mr. India types because the factory where he was tried to be burned alive was full of some chemicals, and he can only be seen in dhoop (our very own Jadooish Imran Hashmi). So the good cop gone bad craves for revenge and even though the the world has only seen him once, that too murdering a cop, they start calling him God and he is suddenly in everyone's dil, because of which the bad cop who framed him in the first place needs to find sly reasons to quietly kill him. Eventually after a very ridiculous and headache-inducing fight scene, the good cop gone bad video tapes the bad cop and puts him in handcuffs, eventually killing him though, because no hindi movie is justified with the bad guy alive in the end. Adding to it Hashmi's obnoxious girlfriend, who hates Hashmi as the bad cop ever since she 'smells' him, but never does she in the entire movie ask him how he became invisible in the first place! Some confidence that is. Mr. X, one ugly movie you would rather avoid if you don't wish to buy Disprin instead of Samosas in the interval.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Keep smiling!

Yes, that is exactly what my blog name means. Garder Le Sourire - Keep smiling. Despite all atrocities life throws at you, despite all the things that exasperate you, just keep smiling.

So anyways, this is my first blog post, so I'm going to keep it as a general one and bore you with some random thoughts. I'll start with my background. I'm originally a North Indian from Dehradun, married to a Marwadi now. Lived in Mumbai for around ten years and did my Bachelors in CS, before moving to Los Angeles and pursuing Masters at UCLA. Now that I think about it, maybe I should have started blogging when I went to the US, boy did I have so much to write then! All the culture-shock, the new experiences and the delight of being in an entirely different country does amount to a significant content material. UCLA was also the time I met the love of my life, my Maru soulmate. Post Masters, I joined my dream company, Microsoft in Seattle. That was also the time I married my husband, and after 4 successful years abroad, we decided we had seen enough of Amreeka and it was time to come back home, since both of us always wanted to start our own thing.

So here I am, back in my motherland, almost a year later, owner of my own company (, trying to make it big in Bharat. Its funny when people say that you were living the American dream, because I was actually always living the Indian dream. Its also a matter of perception probably. For instance, I know a lot of people like me who left high-paying jobs in the states and came back here, and I also know people who visit India no lesser than once in 5 years. Say what you will, but at the end of the day, nobody really gives a damn. As long as you're happy, all is well.

This morning my husband woke me up at 4am in the morning to discuss a business proposition. Downsides of having your partner as a co-founder, you never really stop working! So three hours and few cheese toasts later, after we were done with the plan and ppts, he went to sleep and I for some reason decided to create a blog! As an ending note, I'll just say, such is life dearies. :)