Living up this Summer at Lakshadweep

With 2 weeks’ vacation, I am planning to head to the exotic beaches of Lakshadweep this summer, with my best friends – Kyra and Elena. Kyra and Elena, the eternal Sunshine girls are fun-loving and the perfect pals to have around during a vacation. We have already booked our stay at the exquisite Agatti Island Resort at Lakshadweep.

Our travel plans are ready – pack a bag with the bare minimum of clothes (after all, who wants to sashay about in sari and salwar-kameez at a beach resort?) for two weeks. Make sure we have packed our Lakmé Sun Expert – no girl in her right mind would step out without the trusty Sun Expert at her side. Get our plane tickets and off we go into the tropical island paradise to have our fill of sun and fun for the next two weeks.

I can’t wait to frolic about in the white sands and turquoise waters of Lakshadweep. We are planning to cruise around the coral reefs in a glass-bottomed boat, build sand-castles (kiddish, I know, but where else can we be kids but at a beach?). During the evenings, we will relax with drinks under the swaying coconut palms while listening to the guitar music strummed by Kyra, and dance around bonfires.

Just like in the movie “Zindagi Na Milegi Dubara”, each of us have a chance at a daredevil beach sport. Mine is to go parasailing in the beautiful waters. Kyra wants to get in some water-skiing experience under her belt; while Elena has roped us all into trying out scuba diving. Yep, this summer is going to be as exciting as they come. And I have  spoken to some others who have already been to Lakshadweep, and they say that the instructors are eye candy.

Mmmmmmmmmm…..I have a feeling that this summer is going to be THE BEST summer I ever had.

 

This post was written for The Lakmé Diva Blogger Contest at Indiblogger.

 

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A Tribute – We love you Taruni

I just saw the news of Taruni Sachdev’s death on IBN. For those of you who are not familiar with the name, here she is -

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Popularly known as the ‘Rasna Girl’, Taruni started her acting career at the tender ago of 5, when she starred in the Rasna ads. She has since appeared in over 50 ads, and starred in several movies – the most famous being the Amitabh-starrer ‘Paa’. She has also acted in several regional language movies such as Sathyam and Vellinakshatram in Malayalam, both of which turned her into the darling of the masses in Kerala.

Taruni was on her way to Pokhara in Nepal along with her mother Geetha Sachdev, when the carrier crashed into the Jomsom airport.

Such a promising star, an adorable girl, all turned to dust and ashes in a matter of a few seconds. Tragedies like these remind us of the transient nature of life – how precious and precarious it is.

May the Lord give the Sachdev family the strength to bear with the loss of Taruni and her mother Geetha.

The Day Dad was Almost Shot

This post has been selected as a Tangy Tuesday Pick on BlogAdda for Sep 6 2011

I am dedicating this post to a person who has always supported, chastised, encouraged and loved me throughout my life – My DAD!

This is an incident that occurred in my family during the infamous Gulf War in 1990. It was the year I started at my new school in the Third standard. The year we bought a new car – the Mitsubishi Colt.

On Aug 2nd 1990, Iraq invaded Kuwait and annexed it as their 19th province. Little did we know that a new chapter was about to begin in the lives of many, including our own.

My Early Morning Train Adventure

My passion for slumber has landed me in trouble several times. Because of my tendency to catch a snooze after the alarm has rung, I have been late to class, for exams, for work, almost missed a flight – but the most memorable one was when I actually managed to miss my station and had to get off at another one 34 km away (about 22 miles) – during a train journey.

Just 22 miles? Sure doesn’t seem like much – unless you are ascertained of the facts surrounding this ‘little’ mistake. I was coming home from College for the holidays – a train trip of around 349 km (217 miles). I boarded the train at around 6 in the evening and I was supposed to reach my destination by around 3:30 am.

What with exams just getting over, and me pulling all-nighters to cram for them, I was very weary that evening – the perfect recipe for a mini-disaster – though little did I know it then. I was the only one among my friends who had an overnight journey to get home. So, though I had my friends with me for the first 3 hours of the journey, after that I was all alone.

Memoirs of a Wedding

Today is my Grandmother’s 7th day death anniversary. And it reminded me of an incident she narrated to us kids – about her marriage.

The story of how my Grandma (hereafter referred to as ‘Amma’) got married is rather amusing. Eons ago (well, to be honest, must be the 1940s), Amma was at the tender age of 18, and being the oldest of the flock, had to be married off. This was my Great-Grandma’s decision (referred to as ‘Ammamma’ from now on). Now, Amma was supposedly the Miss World of the neighbourhood (in her own words, not mine) because she was constantly being picked to give flowers to visiting Bishops, for any special functions at Church and so on. So, once she reached 18, it was imperative that she be married off.