• Introduction

    “Cindy! Cindy! Where are you? I want my dress ironed now! I’m getting late. Hurry up,” screeches Monsterella.


    “Yes! Move your butt you lazy lump,” adds Terribella.


    Gosh! How I hate those two wicked step sisters of mine. All day long I get to hear Cindy get  this and Cindy do that. I am not a servant even though they treat me like one. Hmmmm! I’m going to teach them a lesson. Just wait. 

    The great Indian wedding

    What my sisters don’t know is that I was home when the wedding invite to the Kapoor Khandaan Wedding in Jaipur was delivered. What they also don’t know is that I carefully opened it and noted down all the details of the wedding – the pre-wedding parties, the actual ceremony and the travel arrangements Mr. Kapoor had made for overseas guests. Mr. Kapoor was a reputed Indian Garment exporter and he was Daddy’s best supplier. So I’m quite sure that a when he invited the family to his daughter’s wedding it did include me even though my sisters would like to deny it.  And who knows? I may meet Prince Charming after all?  I mean I know I’m really beautiful when I’m scrubbed clean (even though my sisters like to think otherwise). What they don’t know is that I’m smart as well…..

    Three cheers for online shopping!

    It was hard to keep a straight face as I went about my household chores but I knew I had to do everything secretly if I wanted to pull things off. My friend Sona who I met on Facebook helped me plan things for my Big Fat Indian Wedding. She told me that I could get the whole thing organised from my iPad! There are so many vendors on line these days.

    And she was right ! The number of online retailers was mind boggling. But it is hard to decipher which of them are genuine. So when she told me that I could shop at  www.baggout.com which is the mother of all online stores, I was flabbergasted. I mean can you imagine that with just one log in I can get access to all the online shops! No more hassles of registering with each store…I mean just look at the convenience.

    So, for almost a month, even though it was late in the night I could hardly wait to fetch  my trusty iPad (which the monsters don’t know I possess by the way!) and log into baggout. That was my daily fix for a month. I know this will seem like a long time to shop but no, I was just too hooked onto what was available. And besides, I was spoilt for choice and found it hard to make up my mind. Shopping online was truly a mind blowing experience and while my sisters shopped for stuff  for the great Indian wedding in our hokey pokey Kentucky stores, I went online and shopped for the real stuff.

    It seems that the wedding will entail three functions – a mehndi, a cocktail and the actual ceremony.
    The mehndi is a bit of a messy function and more casual  (according to Sona) so I can easily go with a tunic on my regular jeans and dress it up with  flower studs and a hairpin to match. I can’t wait to see the expression on my sisters’ faces as they see me step in!

    They will be dazzled by the pre-wedding cocktail outfit which is a classic cream churidar kurta set  by Rohit Bal, a top Indian designer accessorized with a shimmery gold toned clutch, a lovely gold necklace, and hooped earrings.

    But they will be even more shocked with the outfit I’ve chosen for the actual ceremony. I’ve heard Indians consider black inauspicious so I’ll go with this bright red outfit though it is not really my preferred colour. Since there’s already so much going on with this I’ll only wear earrings to set this off.

    I don’t want to bulk up my luggage with too many shoes so I’ll just carry along a pair of peeptoe platforms which I can wear to the cocktails and wedding. As for the Mehndi and general walking around the city, I’ll go with sandals which are easy to slip on and off ,as sometimes people are expected to remove their footwear at the mehndi ceremony.

    Thankfully I don’t need to buy any innerwear since that is one luxury my sisters allow me but prettysecrets among other vendors offer the most gorgeous inner wear.

    Since I don’t want my sisters to know that I’m attending the wedding I’ve made all my travel arrangements through yatra.com which is also a partner store with baggout. Don’t worry, I’ve told Mr. Kapoor’s secretary that I’ll be attending the wedding but have also explained my predicament and why I’m doing it all myself.

    And now that my sisters have left, I’m waiting for my own taxi ride to take me to the airport….

    Shopping at your fingertips

    Baggout is truly a one stop shop which caters to all ages and all occasions. I can browse for products ranging from take away food to fashion, cosmetics, gifts , hotels, and everything for men and children too. I could literally shop for all I could possibly want. I mean it was difficult for me not to click on to the wonderful linen and other household things I could gift to the bride Kavita, but since I don’t know her at all, I think I’ll do the Indian thing and gift her cash instead.

    Yes, that’s another thing – Baggout has great cash back opportunities for almost all products offered including those on discount. So it offers tremendous savings as well!   This makes baggout a great shopping experience. No more hopping from site to site or store to store – with just a point of a cursor and click of a button  shopping is truly at your fingertips.

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  • Just when my problems with my Samsung seemed to be over, I began experiencing problems with my service provider. Vodafone it seems is upgrading from 3G to another G (naturally because I’ve just activated a 3G connection on my iPad) and from time to time I lose connectivity. With the temperature rising by the minute, this only added to my frustration with connecting to the virtual world and from time to time I would fiddle around with the phone in the hope of getting some message………

    And what a surprise I got when I glanced at my phone late in the afternoon and found out that I had won myself a dream holiday to Malaysia!!!! Thank you Blogadda for providing this opportunity.

    In March this year I had entered  the malaysiajao contest hosted by Blogadda and the Malaysian Tourism Board and was simply blown when I found out that I was one of the ten lucky winners. So shocked was I that I actually thought I’d sleep it over before shouting it out to the world. I mean these kind of things don’t happen to me. Or do they?

    Well, it seems that they do .

    Now that I know it is for real I can shout it out from the rooftop

    MALAYSIA HERE I COME

    I am so excited about this that I can hardly think straight. 

    Read my winning entry at  http://mumbaionahigh.com/index.php/2014/03/15/malaysia-dream-destination-of-leisure/

    and get inspired to visit Malaysia yourself this year. In the meanwhile watch this space for more as I keep you updated on my dream holiday.

    Thank you Blogadda and Thank You Malaysian Tourism for this wonderful opportunity.

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  • Twins
    Twins (Photo credit: { brandie })

    Today was one of those days when  I felt I had nothing to blog about when “pop” came a letter from my father. He is one of those bloggers who couldn’t be bothered about “blogging” having tried his hand at it  several times and abandoned various blogs at different levels of frustration. From time to time when so inspired, he pens a few words and requests me to post or rather host the entry on my blog. So this is a guest post from him. 

    Same to Same



    I was waiting to collect
    medicines at the ECHS clinic when a Pongo came up to me and said to   me
    “Oh you are still waiting?”. I
    couldn’t understand his query, so I begged his pardon.
     He said nothing and walked away.
    I was a bit annoyed with him as
    earlier he had entered the doctor’s clinic ahead of me and took a long time with
    the doctor talking away unnecessarily.
    A little later he came out and sat in
    the empty chair next to me.
    “Do you know Col. Lalwani?” he
    inquired. I answered him in the negative.
    “He looks just like you. And I
    knew he was coming here this morning” he said.
    I told him that I had heard an
    Arab of his belief that Allah makes 7 of each and sends them to the earth
    simultaneously, hence you find so many faces similar and even continents apart.
    “I could well believe in this “he
    said and then proceeded to narrate to me the following.
    He had been to Sydney, Australia
    to visit his son. There was a Servicemen’s Club nearby where one day he had
    dropped in for a drink. There he saw a gentleman sitting resembling his friend
    Maj. George D’souza. He enthusiastically went up to this man and hugged him
    pucca fauji style and wondering what in the hell he was doing there. The
    gentleman was taken aback. Our man inquired whether was not he Maj D’souza,
    George D’souza. He replied in the affirmative that he was George but he was a
    Colonel !! He also confirmed that he knew of Maj. George who was in the Indian
    Army
    . Our man was intrigued till Col D’souza an Australian told him that his
    father was an Indian and married to an eastern tribal lady whose son was
    ‘George’. He later migrated to Australia and married an Australian lady whose
    son was also named George.The Indian George became a Major and the Australian
    became a Colonel; both in their respective Armies!Our man corroborated this
    story with Maj George D’souza on his return to India.

    The only red herring in this narrative is the
    age difference between the 2 Georges which I did not bother about. 
    p.s. If any of you happen to know any of the Georges in this story, either in Australia or India, you may please tell my father at bjog@vsnl.com

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