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my worst fear


two women meet outside a store with grim looks on their faces. they both take a deep breath and enter…

5 hours ago..

she was sitting in the classroom, fiddling with her pen looking out of the window when it happened. ‘shoot! i’ll have to go today.’

as the day progressed she realized how many things she had to finish that day. she didn’t want to do it that day, but she realized she would have to. after class she went out to watch a movie and all she could think of was that she would have to face it – her worst fear.

7 hours ago..

as she set out for work, she thought to herself, ‘there is something very sinister about the air today. something’s going to happen. i can feel it.’ all through the day something kept nagging her. she couldn’t put a finger on it yet, but it was there.. something that disturbed her a lot. and then in the evening – it happened. she received a text message. as she read it she sighed. but she knew it was coming. it had been quite some time.

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as they walked in, they saw all the cheery faces. they both thought, ‘little do they know, what they will have to face today.’

a jovial looking boy stopped them and said, “Good evening ma’am! welcome to metro shoes! what can i get for you?” they looked at each other and sighed. “you start here and i’ll start over there” ,said the older lady. and then it all began….

you might think that i am exaggerating – shoe shopping being my worst fear and all – but i am not!! she shopping has always been a tedious task for my mom and me. as it is my feet are long, heavy and pathetically broad. to top that off, i have some sort of condition where my feet are not entirely ‘flat-footed’ nor do they have the normal arc -they are somewhere in between and they look like they are swollen. so its really difficult to find the right pair of footwear for me because they are either too short or too narrow. i do not own a single pair of stilettos because i can never find the right size for me :( and my mom says she isn’t mad to get them custom made for me. almost every pair of footwear i own break in around 15 – 35 days. there have been times when they have lasted for 1 day. whenever we enter any good store and they tell us that their products have guaranteed quality and all that we laugh at them, because no matter how expensive their shoes are or how good their brand name is – they always break! (when i wear them of course) my mom asks me if i take my footwear off and beat them against the wall till he break because it is pretty much impossible to break so many types of shoes in such a short time. the only ones that have lasted are my floaters, which i bought around 4 months ago and we are keeping our fingers crossed for it. so today when i realized i needed footwear – again i was tired by just remembering the last time we went shoe shopping. after hunting for around two hours we finally narrowed it down to 3 pairs of footwear after judging them by sole, straps, toe space, heel area, comfort etc. so this article is for those people who either have to shop in the men’s footwear section and wear only sports shoes or have to seriously consider walking barefoot. (i am assuming/hoping that there are other people like that) and for people who’s feet look like this..

                                                             or this..

                                                                  or even this..

just kidding.. my feet do not look that bad!! :D

 

 

Camera Cake – The Nikon D300 DSLR (via Cake Stories by Rose Sen)


wow!!! this is something i really want to eat!

Camera Cake - The Nikon D300 DSLR I love surprises. And I recently had the ultimate opportunity to partake in a cake surprise and make a 3-D camera cake! I’ve always wanted to chance to make a camera cake, and I was very blessed when the cake stars aligned themselves to make this happen. And this wasn’t going to be just any camera. My goal was to make it Tyler‘s camera – the Nikon D300. There were a lot of special personalized details in this cake – the teal retro camera strap, t … Read More

via Cake Stories by Rose Sen

a birthday wish..


ten teenagers were sitting on a table in a coffee house. although everyone else was either talking quietly or watching the other’s talk, two people seemed to be yelling at each other. well, the girl was yelling at the boy and the boy was just trying to get a word in. as the girl kept yelling at the boy, the waiter came over and kept a cake in the middle of the table. the girl didn’t give it too much importance and continued yelling. then – she stopped. she looked at cake and saw ‘happy 17th’ written on it. she looked up at the guy and he gave her a big grin. they all yelled ‘surprise’!!!!!!!! she then felt completely stupid for yelling at the guy who had bought her a cake. after laughing it off, everyone asked her to make a wish and blow the candles. she looked at the candle and her mind went back to the previous day. she was arguing with the same guy and this time, he was telling her that he wouldn’t wish her on her birthday. she kept telling him that there was no way that he could resist wishing her. he walked away after saying, “lets see.” at 12 o’clock one of her best friends called her up. it was exactly 12.01 when she called.

she asked, “was he the first one to wish you?”

the girl replied, “no.”

“aww.. too bad, that would ave been cute!!” said the friend.

“knock it off!! he doesn’t know i like him.”

“and i still can’t figure out why.” said the friend with a smirk that the girl could here over the phone.

that morning, as she was surrounded by her friends, this guy walked up to her.

he smiled. she smiled back.

he started talking about normal stuff, and she replied innocently.

he lasted 6 minutes. and then he said, “ok! ok! i can’t take it anymore!!”

“happy birthday!!! “

the girl then said, “hah! i knew it!!”

he gave her one of his infamous grins and said, “yeah yeah.. whatever”

all her girlfriends started “awwwing” silently from behind. she gave them a murderous glance and turned away. he was very sweet that day. he didn’t argue much, he let her win every argument they inevitably had. and he smiled – a lot. almost everyone had asked her if they were dating. so many of them had come up to her and told her that it was just cute the way they kept arguing all the time.

she looked at the candle.

should i wish for him? almost everyone thinks its going to happen. and it would be incredibly nice if we were dating.

he smacked the back of her head and said, “you know, you only have 24 hours to celebrate.”

she looked at the candle again, closed her eyes and wished…

i wish that i do well in my board exams this year, and i am successful in choosing the right career for myself.

a month after that, he told her that he had been crushing on another girl for the past 6 months. she smiled, thankful that she had wished for something that could actually happen.

love is never dependable. people might tell you that it will work out/everything will be fine/ he will ask you out.. but it doesn’t have to happen. if you are lucky, it will. but most of us out there aren’t. so concentrate on everything else in life – your family, friends, studies, hobbies, blogs – everything else. love will come and go on its own. don’t spend your time fretting over it. i know today, that not telling him was a very good step. had i listened to everyone else i would have lost a very good friend. today, i no longer feel any of those things. but i have a reliable friend. so what are you going to do?? blindly believe that you will have your own fairy tale or take control of your emotions and ensure that you don’t end up getting hurt?

a walk down spooky lane!!


i packed my books, said bye to my friend and left her house. as i looked at the street, i realized that it was a beautiful sunday evening. the weather was perfect, the skies were blue and there was a slight breeze blowing through my hair. in fact-i was in such a good mood that i left my hair and just stood there; taking in the fresh air for a moment. then i decided to walk home as it wasn’t a day to travel in a rickshaw!! i started walking home, and i couldn’t help feeling cheery. i was listening to my ipod, walking at a brisk pace and getting quite a few glances from the passers-by :P . i was really proud of myself for actually having studied and i was totally powered to give my career a serious thought and a definite shape. i was thinking about this very blog, humming michael jackson’s song when i entered the lane. i usually took a shortcut to my house whenever i walked home from this friend’s house. but little did i realize that i usually walked sometime in the morning. this time it was nearing 7 in the evening and it was twilight. suddenly i became aware of the shadows around me, the stray dogs walking around and the eerie silence of the neighborhood.  i clutched my ipod in my hand and kept walking, praying that i reach home soon. the road suddenly stretched out to eternity and all sorts of thoughts about rape, molestation, murder, theft started floating around in my head. i could hear my great grand mom telling me that girls shouldn’t walk alone after dark. i was scared that the dogs would come chasing after me and bite me. i was scared that i wouldn’t reach home, that i would be kidnapped and that i was being followed that very minute. the one street-light flickering in the dark somehow scared me more and i quickened my pace. suddenly i saw a shadow in front of me and i stopped! but it turned out to be a squirrel. i started wondering where i could buy pepper spray and then i started praying that i would live long enough to buy pepper spray!! but turns out God didn’t make the road any longer than it already was. it finally came to an end and as i turned round the corner, i saw the bright lights of the shops, streetlights and vehicles all around me. so much for shortcuts!! i was so glad to be on my road. no one could harm me here- this was MY ADDA!!!! i thanked God for letting me live and i walked up to my home.

i guess we can all be paranoid sometimes and though we girls pretend to be strong, confident, independent and all that- we aren’t really. we still plan our weddings when are 5 and we are still afraid of the dark. we need a man around us in times like these, just to give us the idea of being protected. though one part of me wanted to (and still wants to) slap the other part of me for thinking such things and demeaning women, the other part of me argued that admitting we need support sometimes doesn’t make us any less of a feminist. the argument is still going on in my mind and i don’t think i can come up with a good enough answer. but for now, i am just glad to be back home, drinking water from my favorite sipper bottle and to be looking at my favorite computer screen :)

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