RUNNING BACK TO MY MOM.

My obsession with clothes isn't fairly new. As a child, my fascination for shopping and clothes knew no end. Even when I was barely two. I vividly remember the moments when I'd come home with a glee largely visible on my face after shopping with my parents. Or the moments when I would ask for frocks with more frills. But my joy never ended with just that, because every day I would plead (often emotionally manipulate) my mother into showing me my new clothes till I'd wear them for a festival or an occasion.

I had tons of disagreements with my father about clothes. Just like today. I always liked something fancy. He always liked something delicate. As I grew older, my fascination for clothes increased along with my arguments with my parents about them. Soon, we arrived at a conclusion that we cannot do shopping together, and I took to shopping alone or with friends.

When I started earning, I imagined I could just buy everything I liked. Like I would walk into Vero Moda and walk out with at least five white bags or that I would simply step into Steve Madden and quickly swipe my card for a pair of glittery shoes that were carefully packed in one of their purple boxes. It would all be that simple, that's what I thought. Unfortunately, it was not. It was far, miles away from it. I would walk into a store and find everything so drab that I just walk out sad and dejected. I would walk into all my favourite stores in a mall and curse each of them for having things that don't excite me. And this isn't how I imagined things would be when I was a little girl. When I was a little girl, everything was beautiful. Everything seemed rosy. Everything looked like it belonged in my closet. You know what I mean? The little girl definitely did not sign up for this sort of disappointment.

Maybe you don't understand, but having a closet brimming with the choicest of clothes always meant something amazing to me. So, my fascination for clothes gradually turned into a serious compulsion to find anything half decent. Sometimes, finding half decent too became a daunting task.

My friend is engaged to be married soon, and I wanted to get a stunning outfit for her big day. Call it lack of choices or helplessness, I implored my mother to accompany me for shopping. This time, I did not use my half-baked brain or ideas, but only followed her and walked out with a little more than what I asked for. With a glee on my face  that the little girl would have approved.

I reckon there are some things in life that our parents know better. Be it the clothes that look great on us, or the life advice they constantly dole out on us. While it's not mandatory for us to follow it all, we lose absolutely nothing to pay attention, right?

P.S. Now, I got to go and adore my new dress all over again.

My second trip to Bangalore!

On 30-03-2012, I set off from Hyderabad to Bangalore for my GD-PI at Christ University, Bangalore. I was excited, and reluctant at the same time. This could be my first step away from home (Grrrr!! I hate thaaaat!) if I get selected. I promised myself that I would study in the bus but of course, I slept.
:-D

I woke up in the morning, got down the bus and saw some auto drivers fighting. A bad start! But hey a good Samaritan types auto wala dropped us. Yay!
Okay Okay, I'll leave all this gibberish aside.
So yeah, Christ University's campus is so beautiful that you cannot stop drooling over it. Everything about the university was good and all the rumours about the strict security guard weren't rumours after all. :-D

My GD, MP was a cake walk and I got selected for the PI. I dressed up like a cartoon (Read formals) and reached the college on time. I was very excited. No, I wasn't excited about the interview. I was excited because my brother said that he would take me to Commercial Street after the interview. Shopping! Bliss! What fun! :-)

My PI was taken by three modern era Hitlers, and I am glad I didn't act funny in spite of the "I-don't-know-what-and-why" questions hurled at me. After my interview, I was given an appy. :-D Hee-hee!!
And oh, did I already mention that I wrote a badass essay? :-P

And then off we went to Commercial Street. *Vroooooooooooom!* After a bit of ordinary shopping ( I didn't shop much), and an average amount of hogging, we went home. I spent the whole evening with my little cousin Rajeev and got into the bus at 8:30 to come back to Hyderabad. It was 9:30 when I got a message from Christ University and it said that my application status has been updated. I opened my laptop, was nervous, and helloooo, I got selected. Yay!

I didn't click many pictures. But the below picture is of my bag, I clicked this when I was waiting for my brother.

I totally love my bag.

P.S I got a chipmunk...

P.P.S I got a superman tee too. Wuhoo! :-)