Papoosh etc - Marriage, Motherhood, Mayhem and Musings!

Yes Yes ppls, I know you're all shaking fists and muttering and generally wondering why I've not been regularly lightening up your lives with humour (at my expense ofcourse, thank you very much)..but have a heart no? I just got out of hospital remember?..And whether it took care of my other ailments or not, it definitely put my sense of humour and general gaiety (no..not like that, am straight) in quarantine!! So(drumrolllllll),Laddis and Gentlemans, with renewed vigour and double enthu I present to you fully recovered, doubly whacked Suha!!!!(Applause, confetti, etc etc...) Am still trying to set up my now not so nice and devoid of previously unnecessarily endowed charms house. Infact, now that I think of it calmly, and put the fact that if not for this house, I'd be rotting in a PG somewhere, with restrictions on everything from timings to the kind of Deo I used aside, I wonder why I decided to live alone in the first place. One has hajaar things to take care of, and only

So, here I was, trying desperately to concoct some mild reason for me to be at the hospital, but a combination of the satisfied look on V’s face while I said "Hello" and the subsequent worried "what happened" from my mother at the other end just sealed my fate as tightly as possible. As if that wasn’t enough, after knowing every bit of the story thanks to V, mother decided the doctor who so confidently refused to believe it was anything more than a panic attack, needed to be told it wasn’t so, and that he was to keep me in hospital for atleast 24hrs under observation. Poor V, not keeping too well either, went all around, looking for the doctor, made sure my mom had her word with him, and it was decided that I’d stay there for 24 hrs. My team lead was informed by Mirji that I was going to be admitted and would be back in office the next day most probably. You must think, why I’m making such a big deal about this whole thing right? So I was in hospital for a day, Big

…Now that I’d learnt things are going to be unpleasant anyway, learnt life’s new lesson, I thought the huffing and puffing would go, silently sniggering at the momentary alarm caused and my day would go the way it normally it does….but ha..ha ha..not to be. I am still new to this cruel game!!! All that money spent on a brand new inhaler, which knowing me..wouldn’t be used more than 5 times before its expiry date..and it just doesn’t help, my breathing was still shallow, and I was really exhausted by then. Aside, that’s when I realised how effortless breathing usually is…;) So back to impending doom now; V, seeing me in the state I was, insisted on taking me to the hospital immediately..and me with all my bravado, must’ve inherited it from my father, refused. Besides, I had a perfectly valid reason. The cab driver, since I had changed my address, had decided to come hunting for my house so that I wouldn’t be late to work, and had reported at my place just while I was walking out in my t

Haven’t written for so long, feel odd putting words to paper..ok comp screen, again!!! So to continue with my travails of house hunting, after more than a week of raised eyebrows, ready to kill brokers and general chaos, I finally found a house J ))) a lovely one bedroom hall kitchen apartment, in a nice locality…ok just outside posh locality..(I had to compromise somewhere no?), with a landlord who has absolutely no problems with the fact that I’m single, working and have a rocking social life . Am still not done thanking all my stars. Actually that is when the real chaos started. I was barely done breathing in relief at finding a house, than all the other nitty gritties came into the picture, how I was going to manage the 10 month advance and the shifting and unpacking, and set up a house with my more than inequipped and mismatched belongings. Thanks to very dear friends, I managed the packing and shifting and unpacking, also managed to set up a decent house with generous donations o