im a mixture of a traditional and a modern indian married woman. love all the indian cultures,festivities,cusine and everything indian....simultaneously love to hold a drink while gossiping,to hit the dance floor, dressed comfortably most of the times.
talk,eat,sleep,travel,friends,..you can place that in any order....and yes...thats me
Hello out there!! Just a brief description of myself… slim, tall and
beautiful. A rowdy mass of curly locks, overflowing my shoulders and resting
around my tiny waist.Famous or rather
infamous for my characteristic wild flying temper, engulfing any ill-fated soul
crossing my path.
Coming from a well to do family, had all my needs taken care of. In fact,
taken care to that extent, which made me an insufferable companion.Friends
nicknamed me , A Snob, ‘'Gauri’s head in air’’
I hated parent teacher meeting, because it brought my Kannada-speaking mother
in the presence of my---highly sophisticated--- English speaking convent
teachers, the -- nose- in- the- air- types. Being an extremely sooper-good
cook, mother, always thought, the way to a teachers heart, is through the stomach.
Neatly packed some Bisibele Bhaath , to be passed around the staff room tables,
Totally unbelievable!! How onearth can
my mother do such things?? Hope this episode has skipped the classmates’ roving
All the teachers loved n pampered me. Seriously, cannot come to any conclusion,
whether, my mother’s Bisibele Bhaath did it or was it my intelligence?
Miss Snooty Me, did well at the Ramp, anyways, that’s what a show
stopper is for..is’nt she? Seen at all the stage shows, teamed with the hunks
for the plays, as the lead pair. Bagged all the Antakshari awards, Debates, One
minute talk shows and the rest.
a riot we created!! ...winning all the way!!
Got through college with flying colors.. . Placed in my dream job too.!
Mother continued to pamper anyone who she thought needed to be fed.
I stepped out into the big bad world. All set to face the wolves
The steady, silent spectator to all my tantrums is a simple saree clad lady, whose two strong sturdy-shoulders, always ready to absorb a tear or two, or
just act as a warm cozy comfortable cushion, to ease a worried head. Always
ready to lend a patient ear to all my blabber, who else? But of course, My Darling
I started to jot down on paper all that passed my vocal cords. My job as a
script writer in this movie hungry nation was not a cake walk. Bollywood never
sleeps. Nor do I. Step by step, climbed this notorious ladder, avoiding all the
couches. My air, attitude and acid tongue pulled me out of the ruts, many a
A hectic week ahead, deadlines, tight schedules, meetings, travels and
not to mention -- the enormous work load !! On a continuous war path with the
travel agents, the airlines, Patrick - my poor poker-faced driver, Manu the
maid who carried out all the mundane jobs, Gary the gardener, Swapna the sweeper, and who so ever crossed my
In the middle of all this highly chaotic confusion, can hear the drone
of a voice, calling Gauri. Telling her the rooster heralds the start of the
And it’s time to
GET SET and Go !! Life couldn’t get any better., No?
Now,Is this the ‘Writer’s Wildest Dream Come True’ Scene?