The Most Stylish Blogger Award

Couple of weeks back, i had the honor of receiving the Most Stylish Blogger Award from Sahana Suhas (Spicy Sweet)a veteran blogger. So as the tradition goes, here i am doing the honors for a few other bloggers & writing 7 facts about myself.


7 facts about me

1. I have never tasted/touched/eaten curd. Ever.

2. I love being around little kids AND old people. I know, they are two opposite ends of the age spectrum. But they are both so full of stories – real & imagined that I find it very endearing.

3. I love climbing: railings, artificial walls, rocks, trees, just about anything.

4. I like the sound of the word ‘verbal diarrhoea’. Whoever came up with that?

5. I am fascinated by the Japanese culture & architecture. Want to visit Japan at least once before I die. Any sponsors, please?!

6. I hate pizza & pasta. Yes you heard that right! I can’t stand them!!

7. I am extremely, overly, completely, absolutely, utterly, enormously jealous of people who travel ‘on work’ or travel ‘for a living’. The globetrotting, frequent flyer, living out of suitcases, mixing business with pleasure types. Want to trade places?

Phew! That took a lot out of me: writing about myself. What is wrong with me? Why am I whining about this?

Now on to the most important part of this post: The award ceremony. The Most Stylish Blogger Award goes to

1. Suzaan: www.suzyz.blogspot.com

She writes as she thinks. The words are not edited, nor are the feelings; straight from the heart. Since she chronicles her day-to-day life, when I read her blog, I feel I am some place near her, even though she is miles away, in Kuwait. It definitely helps stay connected. The other thing I really love about her writing is the humor. It’s incredible how she makes even the most mundane things sound so funny. You got to read it to believe it. I’ve laughed so hard while reading some of the lines in some of her posts that my daughter has asked me, “Why are you laughing while doing your homework?”

This award is for you Suzie.

2. Jayashri: www.jayashrishetty.blogspot.com

She is as new to blogging as me. Her forte is poetry. She writes such lovely short poems. The occasional prose write-ups are on diverse topics & equally good. Wish she had more time to devote for blogging because she is definitely a high potential blogger.

Jayashri, hope you will accept this award.

If you do not know what this award is all about, even I did not know when I got, google the answer out and here it is, If you are the recipient of the award

1. Tell 7 things about yourself.
2. Pay it forward and award the Versatile Blogger to recently discovered new bloggers.
3. Contact everyone and let them know they've been awarded!

Quirky Me

We all have our eccentricities & weird ways. Here are some of mine.

I can’t help but check myself out in the tinted windows of parked cars.

I have to cut nails. It’s one of those things that you are just itching to do. Something very trivial but if you don’t do it, then aapki raatoh ki neend haram ho jayegi kind of stuff. Even if there is a little bit of a nail, I run for my nail cutter. I like cutting nails, not only mine but others also especially Tanvi’s. I can cut it only when she is asleep. Otherwise I have to ‘fight’ with her to be able to cut it. Sathya’s nails are like a giant’s nails, doesn’t come off easily.

I read magazines back to front. I don’t exactly know why I do that. But I’m guessing, maybe, because somewhere I feel it makes me feel like I have read the most important part already & the rest of the mag I can read through at leisure.

I can’t bear seeing some people the way they eat curd rice. It freaks me out no end. They kind of slurp the slimy, white, pasty thing off of their plate & it puts me off completely.

I get a high by cutting hair. If you look at Tanvi’ s old photos, around the time she was 1 or 2 years, you will see the after-effects of my handiwork. For the longest time, she sported this really weird hairdo all thanks to my deft fingers & a pair of scissors.

When I climb up stairs, I place half a foot at a time. This ends up in my high heels getting stuck, & slipping off & me running back to recover them. Embarrassing!

I can’t hold on to my vessels; daily at least one utensil has to fall off my hand, seems pre-ordained. Mother used to explode, “Do you have holes in your hand?” Sathya asks, “toh aaj ka quota ho gaya?”

I hate seeing scenes where they show people brushing their teeth on screen. I immediately close my eyes. Gross

There was a time when I used to eat only the insides of bread & neatly strip & throw away the brown borders of the slices. I have gotten over this & now eat it all. I never eat the insides of an egg.

My feet keep dangling whenever I sit on a slightly elevated stool/chair/table. I can’t sit still. My granny used to scold me saying, shaking feet was a bad thing for girls. When my mother continued the family tradition of chiding me for it, I used to frown back & challenge her, “Let me see what bad will happen. If my brother can shake his feet like a pendulum & God & granny never had a problem with that, no one can stop me either.”

When I drink water, I fill up my mouth & then gulp it down little by little. I can’t swallow it at one go.

As a child, I used to keep potatoes & chicken & fish pieces at the side of my plate. It was reserved to be eaten at the END of the meal. They were ‘precious’ because they were more tasty & fewer to come by & hence could not be accorded the same status as the ever abundant rice or chapattis. It was almost like they were VVIPs and had to be given due respect by being the last ones to be eaten.