Let me start this writing with thanking Abhilasha for all her support and strength in this entire new project. She is being sporting enough to let me be the part of her dieting process that had started from 7 days. Today has been the second day that we have gone for the mandatory 45 min walk, which never extends beyond 20 min. accompanied by a guava and lot of talk.
The entire episode which will go down the history of our team, started with Ashwini, deciding to gym. The virus spread quickly. All in the team and ended with Abhilasha joining VLCC. Ashwini paid a good amount of cash to gym, which she hardly does. Next to hit the diet floor was Nishant with him skipping the breakfast for a cheese sandwich followed by a heavy dinner.
Joining the race was Abhilasha. Paying a huge sum of money, for not eating, as proclaimed by Harsh, on her dieting.
This was the case few days back, when all were trying to fit into her regime of dieting…..(u c, getting benefited by VLCC while only one pays).
Anyways, the situation now is that she is having her date ,oops…I mean her diet of cucumbers ,apple’s and pears, while we hog on missal pau (a maharastrian dish), lunch near Kanbay office tapari (a small shop).Meanwhile,Abhilasha is getting ready for her marriage on Feb 25th.
Way to go, baby…we will follow you soon
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Archana
Archana my first room mate from my MBA days in Bangalore paid us a visit yesterday. She was visiting her friend Sophie who would soon leave to US. Archana has always said that I am quite similar to her friend Sophie (u see we shout a lot).
Going back to those days spent with Archana at Bangalore, Rajaji Nagar hostel were great. We cried, fought, watched a lot of movies together and then departed .My room was occupied by 3 beds which was shared by Archana, Pavitra and me. Pavitra eventually moved out .Joining us was Vidya a lass working as an animator. She spent only few days with us.
Coming back to Archana, she was one lady who would take all the time on earth to get along with people, but once you become a part on her life, she would treat you as there is never tomorrow.
She used to be that elder brother who always protective. She was so concerned that when I said that I was in love with my now husband, then boyfriend that we fought .I took it all wrong then, just to realise later that she just wanted to protect me from all those heart-breaks. How right she was, to say not to believe this guy with his Casanova past. But no, my “first love” was nothing in front of the good friendship. Eventually I did break with my boyfriend only to later marry him (the story soon to follow).
How to forget the days when we used to rent the DVD player and the entire hostel watch the movies like ”pyaar ke side effects”, don’t remember the name of the movie where “Tabu is raped by a ghost.”
The night spent waiting to hear the news of the birth of her first niece. How she dressed me up for that dandiya night with Meher. How she waited till late into night when I went out with my friends on the “new years eve”. How she introduced me to all those English songs .How she would constantly remind me on how to spell “environment” right? How she took care of me when I slipped the stairs from ISKON. Those days Saturday nights when we would oil each other’s hair.
How she would constantly call me to find out if am doing good after marriage, am I managing things well? Have I settled well in Pune? Still wouldn’t forget the entire space that I would take up while sleeping.
Archana thanks for visiting us. Miss you.
Going back to those days spent with Archana at Bangalore, Rajaji Nagar hostel were great. We cried, fought, watched a lot of movies together and then departed .My room was occupied by 3 beds which was shared by Archana, Pavitra and me. Pavitra eventually moved out .Joining us was Vidya a lass working as an animator. She spent only few days with us.
Coming back to Archana, she was one lady who would take all the time on earth to get along with people, but once you become a part on her life, she would treat you as there is never tomorrow.
She used to be that elder brother who always protective. She was so concerned that when I said that I was in love with my now husband, then boyfriend that we fought .I took it all wrong then, just to realise later that she just wanted to protect me from all those heart-breaks. How right she was, to say not to believe this guy with his Casanova past. But no, my “first love” was nothing in front of the good friendship. Eventually I did break with my boyfriend only to later marry him (the story soon to follow).
How to forget the days when we used to rent the DVD player and the entire hostel watch the movies like ”pyaar ke side effects”, don’t remember the name of the movie where “Tabu is raped by a ghost.”
The night spent waiting to hear the news of the birth of her first niece. How she dressed me up for that dandiya night with Meher. How she waited till late into night when I went out with my friends on the “new years eve”. How she introduced me to all those English songs .How she would constantly remind me on how to spell “environment” right? How she took care of me when I slipped the stairs from ISKON. Those days Saturday nights when we would oil each other’s hair.
How she would constantly call me to find out if am doing good after marriage, am I managing things well? Have I settled well in Pune? Still wouldn’t forget the entire space that I would take up while sleeping.
Archana thanks for visiting us. Miss you.
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