GUCCI- The New Collection

GUCCI has come up with its new collection for the year 2011. Here are a few of their gorgeous gowns, ready to ooze out your loved one's heart and making your friends wish they visited the boutique sooner! These are just a few of them. Check out the website for more options.

A strapless gown with gathered side and knot detail, with
a back zip closure and off white lining

This cherry coloured drape gown, is madxe out of pure silk
and georgette satin

A black evening velvet strapless dress, this is made out
of 80% viscose and 20% silk

This mimose yellow silk chiffon with yellow silk belt and
culotte is made out of pure silk

Strapless leather dress made out of cognac soft leather

A short sleeve criss cross dress with a twist an orchid for detail

Overload of Surprises

The day I was back from home! A Sunday! I brought along a cake for my friends! We cut it in the evening, and went around spreading the taste of the mouth watering chocolate cake! Though a few seemed to dislike cakes all of a sudden, the day went on well!
The next day, or maybe the day after the next day, at 12, I cut another cake! The sweetest cake, made specially by my friends! Five individual pastries combined to form one marvellous cake! This time, a white creamy vanilla cake! With my friends being able to grab only 15 candles, we completed the ritual by lighting five of them again! And then, the most painful part! 20 hard hitting hands on my back! From around 6 to 7 of them! Ouch!!!But it was all good and fun! Oh and not to forget the two slaps and walking around on my knees, by my close friend, who is going away to London soon!
D Day! Got the sweetest ever card, made by my bestest friend ever! Had a tough time trying to hold back my tears! With the words that made my day! And then the distribution of sweets to the teachers! I guess that would be the first time every teacher was happy with me :P!
And then, the happiest time of the day! I know I have been saying this in every sentence, but that is how I felt! I went out! Spent some superb time with a few very special people! And then, a friend from hostel, calls me in a hurry, asking me to get back to hostel, because my brother and sister-in-law had made a surprise visit! I had asked them to come as a surprise, but they backed out the last minute due to personal reasons! It seems! But they made it, with the best and yummiest cake ever! We cut it near the car, thanks to the rules in my hostel, that brothers are not supposed to enter the girls hostel! Brought the cake back to the hostel and distributed that as well! And then, a very special person asked me to come and meet them! And the best surprise for a century! The cutest ever tweety doll! Now Vytee!
 Went for dinner, thinking the day had come to an end! Little did I know, it had just begun! A treasure hunt, that led me to my gift! Yes, more gifts! With clues leading to people that  meant the world to me! And the gift! The most beautiful Wildcraft bag, with a K Special, to help me loose my weight :P! And a ring, from my bestest friend! I know I have awarded many people to be my bestest friend, but they truly deserve the award!
All this on the one day I thought would be like any other day! My 20th Birthday! Definitely not like any other day!
P.S: All the make-up in the pictures were part of the treasure hunt! Including the beauty spot!

My Best Friend...

This was probably the first 'article' I must have written. Well, you can't really call it an article. But anyway, just came through it, and thought I would share it. 


"Heaven must be really small, because I can see it in my mother's eyes"- an innocent quote, told by a young boy to his mother, but with a lot of meaning. A mother can be one's best friend, best guide or the best moral support one can have during times of need. the first face that comes to a child's mind during times of pain, sorrow, as well as happiness is that of his/her mother. This first word that a child utters when he/she is hurt is "mother", be it any language. And the first person one tends to miss the most once they are away from home is their mother.

I too am no different from other kids. My mother has been with me from when I can remember. She fed me when I was small, taught me lessons from the textbooks when I went to school, told me about her experiences and warned me about the different species in this confusing state called life, when I was a little bit bigger, corrected and showed me the right path when I was wrong. In a nutshell, during every small event in my life, my mother stood by me, with a shoulder ready to be wet thanks to my tears, a cozy lap ready to bear my head so that I could sleep peacefully and a safe chest to hug on to when needed.

It is quite a popular fact, that boys are more close to their mother and girls to their father. However, in my case, I am a bit more closer to my mother. This is probably because my father, physically, stayed away from me due to work reasons for a very long time. However, whenever my father and myself were together, we had a jolly good time.

I have gone shopping with my mother, tried my best to go hand in hand with her at the kitchen, played with her, had long talks with her and have asked her opinions on various things. But now that I am here, in India, and she is in Muscat, I guess, the distance has played its part. I meet her around twice in a year, once for a few weeks and the other for around two months, and the maximum time I get to talk to her is five minutes, thanks to the scorching call rates. Internet is the only way through which I actually 'talk' to her. But you can't really call that talking can you?

I have heard several of my friends have fights with their mothers and bang the phone to get rid of their frustration. I too used to fight with my mother almost throughout the day and at times at night as well. However, with the distance, and the meager time I get to talk to her, fighting definitely seems out of the question. But, I guess the saying is true, you fight the most with those whom you love the most. But nowadays, when I lie down to sleep, I wish she was there next to me, my best friend, my mother.

You look Beautiful…

Lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, compact, nail colour, eye shadow, face wash, moisturizers, hand cream, face cream, nail cream, sun block lotion. Oh, I could go on forever, on the agents that accentuate one’s beauty, or helps highlight the elements that accentuate one’s beauty, or renovate the elements that stand in between you and your beauty. Beauty is definitely a subjective quality differing from one person to the other. What beauty is for me may not identify as so for another. Beauty for me is the ‘mother’ figure. Is it for you?

Nine terrible, painful and anxious months. No one can really understand this feeling except for a mother. Or rather an expecting mother! The moment when a woman meets her gynac to confirm her doubts, is as tension filled as when she meets the very same gynac with the help of whom she brings a new life to this world. Oh, and not to forget the nine horrific months in between. 

While the entire world around her is excited about a new member joining in very soon, she experiences hormonal changes that make her angry at one point and sad at the other. Anxious now and tensed the next second. I wonder how that feels. To have a frown on your face at one second and a wide smile the next. It sounds scary enough. The change of diet and at times the hogging seen is quite funny to the outside world. However, imagine the amount of calories that body is carrying, along with the baby. Needless to mention, your size zero would definitely have gone through a nasty roller coaster ride by the end of it. On the other hand, some people would die for some food at this time. The shooting of the sugar and pressure level refuses them to have anything. Even the normal routine diet her body was enjoying before the added attraction inside the body! Not for a month, nor a two. A complete nine month diet! What a contrast! For whom? For that one tiny soul that has not even entered the evil world. The tiny kicks and boxing from the young one reminds her that her life is going to change like she never expected it to. For better or for worse.

Thankfully, God has been sweet enough. He/she; I have not really made up my mind if God is a strong male figure, or a fragile female figure. Anyway, God has made the young one, who is now out of mommy’s protective belly, so energetic and naughty, that the mother is sure to lose all the extra calories she gained during her expecting period. The toddler runs haywire around the house, throws and breaks things, shows his/her creativity on the walls, eats food he/she is not allowed to ultimately leading to illness.

OMG!! What a pain! Oh, not for a mother. You know why? Because that restless, ‘creative’ piece of life came from within her. She finds a part of herself on that innocent face. And why wouldn’t she? After all, she fed it, rocked it to sleep, felt it even before the doctor had a chance to bring it to this world. She wouldn’t mind running behind the restless kid, buying all new stuff, thanks to the kid’s energy, repainting the entire wall and looking after him/her, be it day or night. You know why? Because that kid is her life now!

I guess the alphabet ‘T’ is a nightmare for every mother. Because it represents two of the most important yet worst stages in their child’s growth. Toddlerism and Teenagerism. “I am grown enough to look after myself”. A quote I am sure, every mother with a teenage child, be it from the highest status of living to the lowest, would hear ATLEAST once in a day. If the child is a girl, the number of times the quote is chanted would vary drastically. But who would know what is best for that child and what is not, more than the very same person through whose eyes you saw this world before being a part of it? After all she knew what was best for you when you were just a combination of ova and sperm. So why not now? Do you know how much a mother suffers when her child is angry at her? Do you know how let down she feels when all she wants is to spend some time with her child and the child runs away screaming, “My friends are cooler”? Do you know how much it hurts to see her child hurt or to hear something bad about her child? I don’t think anyone except for a mother can answer a ‘yes’ to any of these questions. Personally, I feel her child’s silence is the greatest pain a mother can face. But no matter how much her child ignores her or finds her shameful to present in front of his/her friends, for a mother her child is always the best, the most beautiful.

I don’t really think the worry about her child ever leaves a mother. Even if the child is a parent themselves, she would always want her child to be happy, safe and successful. And she would go to any level to make her child the same. But no one really realizes the worth, until they become a parent themselves. Luckily, for a mother that time is never too late. All she would want to hear from her child, at least once would be, “Mom, you are beautiful”!

P.S: Amma, you have been with me through my worst times. There are times when I have put you through hell. But you have always been a true support and were and will remain to be the bestest friend I have ever had. There’s not a thing that I have not told you. Well sometimes it’s after the whole incident, but I do tell it to you. And there are times, when I have people all around me but I still feel lonely, because I miss you. Just wanted to tell you I love you and that I really respect you from the bottom of my heart.

Confusion at its Best...

Should I?? Or shouldn't I?? I am hundred percent sure that everyone, from a toddler to an aged person, would have experienced this confusion. There is the question mark in everyone's mind on whether to do this or that, to follow this path or the other one, to accept it or not, to voice one's opinion or not and so on. For an answer, one usually turns to a loved one. He/ she could be anyone in the family list, or one's better half, or a close friend in the huge friends list. Infact some people also confide in a total stranger.But, who can help one find an answer that he/ she is completely satisfied with? The answer from my side for that question would be, the person carrying the confusion himself/ herself.
In a book I read recently, I found out that the one thing that most women are truly scared and dread about is to have to tell another person directions looking at a map. Infact in a diagram on a woman's brain, it is seen that a small dot represents the map reading particle for her. The different signs, arrows and buildings in a map, truly scares the hell out of a woman, and for a man to defeat a woman, I guess the only way possible is by asking her to provide you with directions from a map. I would truly be frozen to death if someone asked me to read from a map!
On the other hand, the one thing that confuses the hell out of a man, according to the book, is for him to find objects in storage areas. A man's vision is meant for a longer distance. thus, he can very clearly see things way away from him, but it takes a lot of his effort to see an object right infront of him. The scenario becomes a lot more complicated and dirty if the bottle of milk is placed the other way round in the fridge, meaning if the words M I L K is not visible to him.
Oh not to forget the tiny toddler, who has just landed to Earth, a couple of years back. You see your toddler going next to a vase, all ready to smash it down to pieces. You scream at him/ her asking him/ her to not go near it. He/ she stares at you with pumped out eyes for a couple of minutes. The child is confused whether to do it and fulfill his/ her desire or to obey his/ her mother and get a puppy kiss.
So, I guess the nightmare of confusion does not spare anyone. The various confusions by the two opposite sexes is clearly mentiones in the book "Why men can do only one thing at a time and women never stop talking" by Allan and Barbara Pease.