Rule...its a funny word, you know. If you really observe, it has so many dimensions and categories to it. Take a minute to think of the last time you broke a rule. Some would, without even having to think, tell you in one breath. While, there would be others who will scrutinize and analyze every little 'not so right' thing they have done lately.I guess this is because the phrase,'breaking a rule' can be relative. What some may consider as an offense may be nothing but 'out of the ordinary' for others.
Is signing in for your friend at the hostel entrance considered as 'rule breaking'? What about cutting the queue in the mess?
I'm not talking about legal rule breaking....you know just normal stuff!
As we grow up, so many rules which used to exist at home, slowly fade into the oblivion (either for the better or for the worse). For me, it has been things like "Don't skip breakfast","Don't stay up all night before an exam" to "No ice cream when its raining". We obviously need to change as we grow older and move to different places. It as though we are constantly writing and rewriting the set of rules we live our life by. Don't tell me you are the kind of person who sticks to his/her value system no matter what.I'm not going to buy it!
I always wonder-Rules are rules right? or are there kinds that can be overlooked and kinds that can't.I mean, we can't exactly lead the life of a Sadhu, doing all the right things all the times. We do falter.
Chetan Bhagat said- "To be successful, be sincere, not serious" and yet again we are left to decipher for ourselves what the precise meaning of 'sincere' is.
So many times in life, I find myself caught up in an internal conflict- whether or not to do something which everyone else thinks is right but I seem to believe is wrong.
Its true what they say, nothing is black or white...the varying shades of grey is all you get.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
SHADES
The water felt neither too cold nor too warm against her ankles. It was just perfect.
She loved the sweet-salty smell of the ocean. The sound of the waves against the rocks always filled her with an inexplicable calm. The beach was deserted and the zephyr was cool and playful. She felt at home there, like she always did. She could sit there for hours, with her knees close to her chest and her feet in the water.
The sky was still bluish-black. The faintest hint of orange began to appear. She came here often to watch the sun rise. With the sun there was no waiting, no anxiety and no hide and seek. It will show up soon enough, rising in its full glory and engulfing her in its warmth.
She watched the waves approaching with a slow melancholy. She stretched her palm out, waiting with an almost feverish excitement to feel the water against her palms. She closed her eyes as the cool and tingling sensation of the foamy water overpowered her. It was the shortest of moments before she felt the water recede away hastily, leaving her pained and abandoned. She didn’t know why but it made her think of her dad. She did not want to; so she quietly admonished herself and diverted her attention to the sky.
The first rays of dawn started to appear. Though she had watched the sun rise many times, it never stopped taking her breath away! She shared her happiest moments and her deepest anguish with the sea. She could clear her head there and have some respite.
The sun rose a little higher and she watched the sky change color. In a fleeting glance, everything looked just orange but she loved observing the multitude of other shades, which lied there hidden amidst the majestic orange. All the shades- from the palest of yellows to the brightest of reds!
The clouds seemed to be paying hide and seek around the rising sun and she could hear the chirping of the birds. The feel of a new day, with its infinite possibilities usually excited her, but not that day. Again she thought her dad. That silly fight they had earlier had been playing on her mind. Why was he so hard on her? When will she ever totally grasp how he felt about her?
She knew about all his unsaid feelings. He had loved her mother very dearly. When she died giving birth to her, he was left with a child whom he could never completely accept. It was not like he was nasty or hurtful. He did everything that was strictly expected of a parent but she always yearned for more. She constantly overworked herself to impress him, to earn his love, because she did not want him to think of her as a curse, as the monster that killed his wife.
He was not the kind of man who let his heart do the thinking. He did not believe in good night kisses or birthday rituals. He brought her up with all the values that he staunchly believed in. He treated her accomplishments and failures with the same composure. She felt that their relationship was full of complexities. It was something she always tried too hard to analyze.
She looked at the horizon. Yet again she was powerfully drawn to the scattered and thin lines of yellow, red and magenta. As she watched them slowly lighten and merge into the orange, she was suddenly overwhelmed with a strange feeling. Before she knew it, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. The ocean always gave her answers and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it all along. It was like all the missing pieces of her life were coming together. She didn’t try to control the tears.
They were comforting tears of happy realization.
Now she could see it. It was all in her head and it had always been. Her constant need to earn his affection and the trepidation with which she treated every step in their relationship had blinded her from seeing the truth. Beneath that strict façade were the wonderful shades of affection and concern- the subtle shades that her fear and apprehension had hidden from her. Instead of accepting his ways of expressing his love, she assumed it was hatred! How could he hate her, when she was the only reminder he had left of his wife? How could he hate her when he had devoted his entire life to making her life comfortable?
The sun was shining bright now and she wiped the tears away as she got up. She had to get back home quickly; she had a lot of amendments to make!
She loved the sweet-salty smell of the ocean. The sound of the waves against the rocks always filled her with an inexplicable calm. The beach was deserted and the zephyr was cool and playful. She felt at home there, like she always did. She could sit there for hours, with her knees close to her chest and her feet in the water.
The sky was still bluish-black. The faintest hint of orange began to appear. She came here often to watch the sun rise. With the sun there was no waiting, no anxiety and no hide and seek. It will show up soon enough, rising in its full glory and engulfing her in its warmth.
She watched the waves approaching with a slow melancholy. She stretched her palm out, waiting with an almost feverish excitement to feel the water against her palms. She closed her eyes as the cool and tingling sensation of the foamy water overpowered her. It was the shortest of moments before she felt the water recede away hastily, leaving her pained and abandoned. She didn’t know why but it made her think of her dad. She did not want to; so she quietly admonished herself and diverted her attention to the sky.
The first rays of dawn started to appear. Though she had watched the sun rise many times, it never stopped taking her breath away! She shared her happiest moments and her deepest anguish with the sea. She could clear her head there and have some respite.
The sun rose a little higher and she watched the sky change color. In a fleeting glance, everything looked just orange but she loved observing the multitude of other shades, which lied there hidden amidst the majestic orange. All the shades- from the palest of yellows to the brightest of reds!
The clouds seemed to be paying hide and seek around the rising sun and she could hear the chirping of the birds. The feel of a new day, with its infinite possibilities usually excited her, but not that day. Again she thought her dad. That silly fight they had earlier had been playing on her mind. Why was he so hard on her? When will she ever totally grasp how he felt about her?
She knew about all his unsaid feelings. He had loved her mother very dearly. When she died giving birth to her, he was left with a child whom he could never completely accept. It was not like he was nasty or hurtful. He did everything that was strictly expected of a parent but she always yearned for more. She constantly overworked herself to impress him, to earn his love, because she did not want him to think of her as a curse, as the monster that killed his wife.
He was not the kind of man who let his heart do the thinking. He did not believe in good night kisses or birthday rituals. He brought her up with all the values that he staunchly believed in. He treated her accomplishments and failures with the same composure. She felt that their relationship was full of complexities. It was something she always tried too hard to analyze.
She looked at the horizon. Yet again she was powerfully drawn to the scattered and thin lines of yellow, red and magenta. As she watched them slowly lighten and merge into the orange, she was suddenly overwhelmed with a strange feeling. Before she knew it, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. The ocean always gave her answers and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it all along. It was like all the missing pieces of her life were coming together. She didn’t try to control the tears.
They were comforting tears of happy realization.
Now she could see it. It was all in her head and it had always been. Her constant need to earn his affection and the trepidation with which she treated every step in their relationship had blinded her from seeing the truth. Beneath that strict façade were the wonderful shades of affection and concern- the subtle shades that her fear and apprehension had hidden from her. Instead of accepting his ways of expressing his love, she assumed it was hatred! How could he hate her, when she was the only reminder he had left of his wife? How could he hate her when he had devoted his entire life to making her life comfortable?
The sun was shining bright now and she wiped the tears away as she got up. She had to get back home quickly; she had a lot of amendments to make!
"Reality"(?) shows...
The room is not very well lit, you feel suffocated and cornered. Try as hard as you can, but there is just no appeasing the demons. As if one of them wasn’t good enough, there were two of them. The twin shiny bald heads don’t seem quite as amusing once their owners start to make you strip, dance, cry, beg, scream…
Why are thousands of people thronging to the auditions of a show that has captions like ‘Hell Down Under’ and ‘Shortcut to hell’? Why would you agree to make a fool out of yourself on national television and push your physical, mental and emotional limits to no end? Is it the money, the fame or just the opportunity to prove your worth? Though many participants cite the third, I guess it’s the cumulative enticement of the first two that makes many reality shows awfully attractive to today’s youth.
Those of you who follow Roadies 8 would definitely know Dev, the guy who has been auditioning in every damn city, every year, for six years! Now what would you call him- crazy, obsessive, determined, or simply possessed?
Roadies is just one among the several reality shows that have consistently been gaining popularity since the last decade. Now several channels are literally inundated with as many reality shows as soaps. Reality shows came as a refreshing change to the average Indian television viewer, who had long become accustomed to tear jerker TV serials. The inspiring display of talent, the liberating sense of achievement, the acceptance of failure, the possibility of a world where you could be whoever you want to be- all this and more captured in a reality show makes people connect well to them. Several people get carried away and forget that these programs just show “a slice of life portrayed by people who simply act like they are expected to act.”
Some old shows like KBC and Khulja sim sim (my favorites as a kid!) are actually quite amazing. They award the deserving (or the lucky) and are quite exciting to watch too. Also, reality shows based on talent like Jhalak Dhiklaja, Dance India Dance, Boogie Woogie, Indian Idol, India’s Got Talent, The Great Indian Laughter Challenge etc. provide a great platform to budding artists. But, I just wish they would tone down the drama a bit. Trying to show a romantic angle between participants, or judges screaming their heads off at each other or worse still, judges breaking down while praising a performance- there is no end to what they would do to add masala to the show and shoot up the TRPS. I’m not saying all of it made up, but there is no denying the fact that some of it is. I guess, as long as it is not overdone, it is good to watch.
Some of the adventure based reality shows like Khatron Ke Khiladi and Iss Jungle Se Mughe Bachao have quite a few takers. Personally, I would rather watch some crazy guy jump through a ring of fire or down a bowl of cockroaches than endure shows like Rakhi ka Swayamvar or Big Boss. It truly amazes me how pointless and pretentious some ‘reality’ shows can get!
What some shows portray as acceptable and maybe even ‘cool’ behavior is quite alarming. The more abusive, uncouth and twisted you are, the more attention you get and the better are your chances of winning. Young and impressionable people following such shows devotedly seem to think it is alright to back stab your competitors, manipulate others and use abusive language. Shows like Splitsvilla and Truth Love Cash show dating in such a nauseating angle! ‘Couples’ pledge their undying love after being on the show for 2 days and the double standards that most participants have/portray is beyond belief.
Though not everyone might agree, many reality shows make it a point to choose only good looking people to be a part of the show. Now, how fair that is for a show based purely on your talent or your survival skills is definitely arguable. The producers should try to be unbiased and give a great platform to the most deserving candidates. Also, I never really got this concept of viewers voting to decide who wins a reality show. Isn’t it obvious that the guy with a bigger social circle and whose friends and family try hardest to scrounge votes from everywhere would win? Then the whole point of the show is lost!
Many Indian shows are total rip offs of foreign reality shows (Most of them have copyrights). I just wish they would choose better ones to copy. Maybe shows like While You Were Out, 30 Seconds To Fame, What Not To Wear, Whose Line Is It Anyway or Project Runway.
From the look of it, Reality shows are only going to get bigger, better and glitzier. Whether you love it or you hate it, brace yourselves- because Reality TV is here to stay!
Why are thousands of people thronging to the auditions of a show that has captions like ‘Hell Down Under’ and ‘Shortcut to hell’? Why would you agree to make a fool out of yourself on national television and push your physical, mental and emotional limits to no end? Is it the money, the fame or just the opportunity to prove your worth? Though many participants cite the third, I guess it’s the cumulative enticement of the first two that makes many reality shows awfully attractive to today’s youth.
Those of you who follow Roadies 8 would definitely know Dev, the guy who has been auditioning in every damn city, every year, for six years! Now what would you call him- crazy, obsessive, determined, or simply possessed?
Roadies is just one among the several reality shows that have consistently been gaining popularity since the last decade. Now several channels are literally inundated with as many reality shows as soaps. Reality shows came as a refreshing change to the average Indian television viewer, who had long become accustomed to tear jerker TV serials. The inspiring display of talent, the liberating sense of achievement, the acceptance of failure, the possibility of a world where you could be whoever you want to be- all this and more captured in a reality show makes people connect well to them. Several people get carried away and forget that these programs just show “a slice of life portrayed by people who simply act like they are expected to act.”
Some old shows like KBC and Khulja sim sim (my favorites as a kid!) are actually quite amazing. They award the deserving (or the lucky) and are quite exciting to watch too. Also, reality shows based on talent like Jhalak Dhiklaja, Dance India Dance, Boogie Woogie, Indian Idol, India’s Got Talent, The Great Indian Laughter Challenge etc. provide a great platform to budding artists. But, I just wish they would tone down the drama a bit. Trying to show a romantic angle between participants, or judges screaming their heads off at each other or worse still, judges breaking down while praising a performance- there is no end to what they would do to add masala to the show and shoot up the TRPS. I’m not saying all of it made up, but there is no denying the fact that some of it is. I guess, as long as it is not overdone, it is good to watch.
Some of the adventure based reality shows like Khatron Ke Khiladi and Iss Jungle Se Mughe Bachao have quite a few takers. Personally, I would rather watch some crazy guy jump through a ring of fire or down a bowl of cockroaches than endure shows like Rakhi ka Swayamvar or Big Boss. It truly amazes me how pointless and pretentious some ‘reality’ shows can get!
What some shows portray as acceptable and maybe even ‘cool’ behavior is quite alarming. The more abusive, uncouth and twisted you are, the more attention you get and the better are your chances of winning. Young and impressionable people following such shows devotedly seem to think it is alright to back stab your competitors, manipulate others and use abusive language. Shows like Splitsvilla and Truth Love Cash show dating in such a nauseating angle! ‘Couples’ pledge their undying love after being on the show for 2 days and the double standards that most participants have/portray is beyond belief.
Though not everyone might agree, many reality shows make it a point to choose only good looking people to be a part of the show. Now, how fair that is for a show based purely on your talent or your survival skills is definitely arguable. The producers should try to be unbiased and give a great platform to the most deserving candidates. Also, I never really got this concept of viewers voting to decide who wins a reality show. Isn’t it obvious that the guy with a bigger social circle and whose friends and family try hardest to scrounge votes from everywhere would win? Then the whole point of the show is lost!
Many Indian shows are total rip offs of foreign reality shows (Most of them have copyrights). I just wish they would choose better ones to copy. Maybe shows like While You Were Out, 30 Seconds To Fame, What Not To Wear, Whose Line Is It Anyway or Project Runway.
From the look of it, Reality shows are only going to get bigger, better and glitzier. Whether you love it or you hate it, brace yourselves- because Reality TV is here to stay!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
SUPER RANDOM
-> I hate chauvinists but I love Barney....dunno why!
-> I love my name; probably that is why sometimes I feel like killing all the 12 other shravyas in the campus with whom I have to share it!
-> The amount of time I put in planning something is directly proportional to the chances of its failure.The best things that I do, happen spontaneously and out of the blue.
-> I think ‘jeggings’ are the bestestest invention by the fashion industry. I mean seriously, ‘jeans+leggings’-- how ingenious!
-> I will NOT watch a horror movie even if you pay me to do so.It’s impossible to find a bigger coward than me. You could try, but you will not succeed.
-> Will someone please tell me- Why are all Oscar winning movies so yucky?
-> I’ve learnt french for 5 years at school and Ive always wanted to speak to a native french speaker. That wish finally came true a couple of months back, but stupid me, in my excitement and anxiety to make an impression, I asked him-“Vous avez francais?” (You HAVE french?) when I meant to ask- “Vous etes francais?” (Are you french?)!!!
-> I can sing all the ‘Tiny TV’ title songs! (Anyone who doesn’t know what Tiny TV is, in Madhu’s words-“Go Die Somewhere”)
-> Why is ‘The Hindu’ so boring? Why do they even publish it!
->Where are all the ants when there is no food around?
-> I love my name; probably that is why sometimes I feel like killing all the 12 other shravyas in the campus with whom I have to share it!
-> The amount of time I put in planning something is directly proportional to the chances of its failure.The best things that I do, happen spontaneously and out of the blue.
-> I think ‘jeggings’ are the bestestest invention by the fashion industry. I mean seriously, ‘jeans+leggings’-- how ingenious!
-> I will NOT watch a horror movie even if you pay me to do so.It’s impossible to find a bigger coward than me. You could try, but you will not succeed.
-> Will someone please tell me- Why are all Oscar winning movies so yucky?
-> I’ve learnt french for 5 years at school and Ive always wanted to speak to a native french speaker. That wish finally came true a couple of months back, but stupid me, in my excitement and anxiety to make an impression, I asked him-“Vous avez francais?” (You HAVE french?) when I meant to ask- “Vous etes francais?” (Are you french?)!!!
-> I can sing all the ‘Tiny TV’ title songs! (Anyone who doesn’t know what Tiny TV is, in Madhu’s words-“Go Die Somewhere”)
-> Why is ‘The Hindu’ so boring? Why do they even publish it!
->Where are all the ants when there is no food around?
Saturday, January 29, 2011
THE 'OTHER' GUY
This is a something which most of us don’t even think about. I don’t know if people think it’s trivial and stupid, personally it’s something that irritates me a lot about movies.
More often than not, our very sexy and amazing (?) heroine would be the love interest of more than one guy. The guy (who according to the script) is the so called hero is the one who finally wins her over, but in the process the ‘side’ hero is left heartbroken, usually with no fault of his. If the ‘other’ guy is an uncouth rogue (like in koi mil gaya), it is justifiable, but that too not entirely. Some of our heroes themselves are portrayed as foul mouthed road side Romeos. When they can pataao the girl, why not the other guy? Poor fellow, even he has feelings, you know!
We also have movies like ‘I hate love stories’, ‘Kuch kuch hota hai’ ‘Jaane tu ya jaane na’ or ‘Notebook’. Here the ‘side’ hero is rudely deprived of his loved one, just to make way for the hero. WTF! Seriously, I don’t get it, how can they say such movies have happy endings, when all that the stupid hero has done is, literally steal the girl from some Good Samaritan?! I don’t know why I feel so strongly for all such characters in movies and books! At the end of the story they are left with nothing but a sense of gratification at having made some mahaan sacrifice.
Sometimes it is justified, because the girl can’t be with two guys, someone should be dumped. All I’m saying is treat the guy with more respect; he is the actual ‘hero’ of the story, giving you your 'happy' ending!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Having the blues?
Are colors merely visual perceptual properties arising due to the spectrum of light or is there more to them which we rather conveniently overlook? Have we unconsciously begun to take colors for granted? Do we treat them as nothing more than the mundane manifestations of some physical phenomenon we learnt about as a kid? As weird as it may sound, when I really thought about all the things that colors could signify, I was amazed at how much I could associate with just a color. A color could be a simple object, a memory, a thought, a message, an emotion, a dream. It could be anything you want it to be!
Have we ever questioned why people started buying everything red on Valentine’s Day or who decided that red roses signify love? I don’t think so; we have always blindly followed these conventions. However, just for once, let us forget about all the conventions people have associated with colors. Let us think about which color should be used to best describe the world’s most sought after emotion – LOVE. Each one of us would probably come up with a different answer. To me, it would be BLUE, hands down. I will honestly accept that I might be a tad bit prejudiced as blue is the color I love the most!
The feeling of belonging and harmony, which overpowers you while looking at the sea is blue. Staring into the skies, thanking God for every tiny thing He has endowed you with is blue. A mother’s love while looking into her baby’s eyes is blue. The freedom and your obvious love for the freedom which marks the periphery of your happiness as infinite is blue. Love has no limits, no fear or no reluctance. Love is like a blue wave -sometimes receding in quiet dignity and acceptance while sometimes rushing forth to engulf you in its grasp. The greatest virtue of love is being pure without conceit, whether the extent of your love is as small as a drop or as vast as an ocean.
You might succeed in linking any color with something negative. But to do that with blue is difficult. Blue epitomizes all the emotions and feelings that we enjoy- tranquility, happiness, love and bliss. Love cannot be precisely described, defined or measured. Love can mean anything, from what you feel for your pet to what binds you to your partner. Honestly, I cannot think of a color with more shades than blue, it is so myriad and so diverse just like love!
Blue reminds me of water, of a force so strong yet so soothing, so boundless yet so converging; what is love if not all of these? Blue reminds me of the sky; it is everywhere, ready to whisper to you the answers you go searching for, to tell you that the divine’s grace is with you; what is love if not all of these?
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Why don't we ever say girls will be girls?
We all know what those three words are which when a girl hears, her heart starts fluttering, her eyes become wide open in disbelief, she feels like she’s in paradise and realizes there’s nothing more melodious than those three words- “Let’s go shopping!”
The purest and the most sacred of relations is that between a girl and her clothes. There are some simple Golden rules that guys often forget- Never tell a girl that something isn’t quite right about her outfit, never make a face when she suggests you go shopping and never complain that she spends too much on clothes. Nobody and I want to say it again, NOBODY, can come between a girl and her clothes!
I think every girl (rather every normal girl) fantasizes about having the biggest and the best wardrobe in the world. And of course, she could never have enough clothes, ever. May God bless all the malls and garment shops in the world! Be it the showrooms of the best brands, customized boutiques, export reject outlets or roadside maal…nothing can beat the high and the exhilaration that you get from shopping. Just entering into a shop and looking at rows and rows of outfits, in all possible colors, fabrics and designs. Ah! What a sight to see! Just trying on everything, feeling pampered and beautiful and returning home with bags of new clothes…swoon!
Why is it that even after shopping for hours on end and wandering from store to store all day, girls never get irritated or tired…what is it about shopping that is so enticing? Well, I would say basically everything! I always go shopping with my best friends or my mom, so it’s like this special bonding time, when you get to do loads of talking and have fun trying on things together. Then, of course there’s the very concept of feeling as though you have a zillion things to choose from, the heady freedom to express yourself however you want. There are no heartbreaks involved in loving clothes; you can love them as much as you want! Also, I sometimes feel that every ensemble, every outfit makes you feel something different about yourself, it’s as though something about you is being revealed to yourself. As silly as it sounds, it is true.
Some smart woman had once said- "Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping". I couldn't agree more. Had a bad day and want to turn things around? Feeling depressed and down, looking for some way to lift your spirits? Trust me, just go shopping! It is a magical healing process; you will feel renewed and empowered. It’s not just clothes; we have also been blessed with shoes, bags, accessories and many such things to shop for. There’s surely something for everyone. There’s of course another reason to shop- the godsend to mankind: SALE! All the girls reading this- If there is a sale and you still don’t feel like shopping, you definitely need to see a shrink!
Remember, it’s ok to be a shopaholic, thanks to you so many people out there are making a living, so don’t think twice….just shop!
The purest and the most sacred of relations is that between a girl and her clothes. There are some simple Golden rules that guys often forget- Never tell a girl that something isn’t quite right about her outfit, never make a face when she suggests you go shopping and never complain that she spends too much on clothes. Nobody and I want to say it again, NOBODY, can come between a girl and her clothes!
I think every girl (rather every normal girl) fantasizes about having the biggest and the best wardrobe in the world. And of course, she could never have enough clothes, ever. May God bless all the malls and garment shops in the world! Be it the showrooms of the best brands, customized boutiques, export reject outlets or roadside maal…nothing can beat the high and the exhilaration that you get from shopping. Just entering into a shop and looking at rows and rows of outfits, in all possible colors, fabrics and designs. Ah! What a sight to see! Just trying on everything, feeling pampered and beautiful and returning home with bags of new clothes…swoon!
Why is it that even after shopping for hours on end and wandering from store to store all day, girls never get irritated or tired…what is it about shopping that is so enticing? Well, I would say basically everything! I always go shopping with my best friends or my mom, so it’s like this special bonding time, when you get to do loads of talking and have fun trying on things together. Then, of course there’s the very concept of feeling as though you have a zillion things to choose from, the heady freedom to express yourself however you want. There are no heartbreaks involved in loving clothes; you can love them as much as you want! Also, I sometimes feel that every ensemble, every outfit makes you feel something different about yourself, it’s as though something about you is being revealed to yourself. As silly as it sounds, it is true.
Some smart woman had once said- "Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping". I couldn't agree more. Had a bad day and want to turn things around? Feeling depressed and down, looking for some way to lift your spirits? Trust me, just go shopping! It is a magical healing process; you will feel renewed and empowered. It’s not just clothes; we have also been blessed with shoes, bags, accessories and many such things to shop for. There’s surely something for everyone. There’s of course another reason to shop- the godsend to mankind: SALE! All the girls reading this- If there is a sale and you still don’t feel like shopping, you definitely need to see a shrink!
Remember, it’s ok to be a shopaholic, thanks to you so many people out there are making a living, so don’t think twice….just shop!
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