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Never drink the last beer, unless you've been granted specific permission that it's OK.
Birthday and Christmas presents for your guy friends are optional. Beer always makes a great gift.
If you owe someone money, pay them back as soon as humanly possible—unless it's a gambling debt, which must be paid immediately.
NO PDA (Public Displays of Affection). Hey, congratulations, another girl can stand the sight of you.
When out with the guys, never accept a call from your girlfriend—unless she's dying or trapped under a burning fuel truck, and if that's the case, make it quick.
In a 6 person hot tub, there should be a maximum of 3 bros.
A bro should not sing and dance at the same time.
A bro should not swing his arms when he is walking.
A bro should never carry a woman's handbag.
A bro should never refer to an athlete as a "stud".
A bro should never cry during a movie. In the event that he does, he must under no circumstance admit it to anyone other than a girl he is trying to score with.
A bro should never say "it's to die for"
A bro should not wear a scarf without a jacket or coat.
A bro should never wrap a towel around his head after leaving the shower.
A bro should never "sip" an alcoholic drink through a straw.
A bro should never wear a blouse.
A bro should not wear crocs.
The word cute should not be used other then describing a chick they want to bone.
If you compliment a bro on his six-pack, you better be referring to his beer.
No bro should make a kissing face in a photo.
No bro should ever get a pedicure.
A bro should never eat out of another man's hands.
So I am officially out of my fragrance bottle. Let me tell you about the most expensive bottle of perfume I ever got. It was called J’Adore by Christian Dior. On a random shopping spree with my roomie – Jasmin, off we went to this mall called Pune Central. Sale was on, could be not, we loved sale season. Every girl does.
So this perfume was an instant purchase due to the look and feel of the beautiful bottle and of course the low price on sale. It was unbelievable and my jasmin said I should go ahead and buy it. It was my first bottle of the most expensive fragrance I had officially ever brought for myself. Christian Dior wasn’t a small brand name after all.
The smell was beautiful, radiant, sensual and sophisticated. This was the mix: bouquet of orchids, velvet touch of Damascus plum, mellowness of Amaranth wood, Blackberry Musk, and African Orchid.
And the plus side to this was the bottle was so beautiful. Looking through the top, I could see a close shot of my eye and its lashes. Oh, you wouldn’t understand unless you have a bottle of j’adore! J
So the liquid fantasy is over! My dad is a great collector of perfumes; he has brought almost all the high end brands men and women included. They all smell wonderful with a great taste, tucked away all in the corner of the room in a white drawer. Perfume by perfume and bottle by bottle they are used by all members of the house.
So I rushing to the office in the morning needed something to put on and go ahead and put my hand in the white drawer. The first box that I get hold of is an orange one and I read carefully. The words say ‘Mirabai’ Sounded interesting. So I decide this is going in my purse for the next few months. The fragrance was almost orgasmic.
Peaches 'n' Cream topped with blackcurrants, but it totally doesn't end there. The rosewood /jasmine notes come out nicely as well, and it gradually dries into a lovely amber vanilla-sandalwood base. It’s absolutely yummy, and for people who generally don’t like vanilla (like me) this is a perfect combination.
So every time I slip my fingers through my hair, I feel the fragrance whiff past me and it just amazes me of how much I really liked the smell. And I am surely going to treasure this one.
This story starts at the time my family decided that we take a small vacation off the island and go ahead to our home country – India. It was a short yet amazing history that was pencil in my life forever. We went to Allahabad, a little about the history of the city. This inland peninsula is surrounded by the rivers Ganga and Yamuna on three sides, with only one side connected to the mainland. These rivers in India are considered to be sacred and anyone who takes a dip within it is said to be washed off all his sins.
So yes, people do come here in huge numbers and masses to be cleansed from all their impurities. That’s beside the point, and that is not how I injured myself. It was one fine evening, when all us cousins decided to go visit the Hanuman temple and then go for a grand dinner at some high end restaurant. My mom, my aunt and my little cousin of 5years all took off in a rickshaw.
So all the cousins, that included 6 of us, divided ourselves in 3 different bikes and zipped away. It was after some time, we decided that we start racing and taking over. The speed soon took over and we didn’t even realize that we were riding as fast the wind.
Hooting, screaming, cheering we all thought it was sheer fun, and then the cousin who I was a pile on with geared up his bike and took off faster than the others. It was pretty fast, as the wind gushed through my hair, and tears dripped out of my eyes I was holding on to the bike and enjoyed every spilt second.
A sudden turn, and there was a small round about. We turned so quick that, we almost had to avoid a white jeep that was right behind us, as we cut through the small space. This guy in the jeep was obviously stunned and he flashed his headlights twice, thrice, I don’t remember. As soon as I blinked, the next thing I knew that I was skidding on the ground.
The worst fears came true, the bike had crashed. Within the blink of my eye, I was on the ground. The bike skidded for about a good few meters and then came to a hasty halt. This was when I realized that it was bad and I just got up out of awkwardness and sat down on the pavement. My cousin who was still on the earth, entangled within the bike along with the front tire still whirling eccentrically. My other cousins stopped behind me, and came running towards us. The first thing that came to my mind was that I had landed on my chin on the pavement. And I just slided my hand on the skin to see if I was injured at all on my face. And it was perfectly intact, for which I thank god even today.
The next thing, my cousins pulled my other brother from the bike and made him sit on the pavement next to me. My hands were bleeding I noticed, by then there was a huge crowd which had gathered all around us creating more commotion more than ever.
A pass by ran to a restaurant and brought us a jug of water, and we washed ourselves from all the blood. It was painful, and then shivering and trembling we got on the bike again till we reached our destination. Later that night when I climbed in to my bed, everything hurt like a bitch. There were skid marks right across my waist and my skin had burned deeply.
It was funny later then, my first bike accident, history was made and everyone laughed except for my mom.
So you are a new kid on the block. You are hungry. And you are broke. The usual scenario amongst us young adults in Pune. Listed are some hot spot eating joints you shouldn’t miss for the world.
In the beginning comes ‘Maggie Point’. This small joint is tucked away in the corner of a shop entrance with wooden chairs and wooden tables almost dwarf sized. The menu they serve is the highlight of the miniature setting. They serve Maggie which ranges from all the different flavors of being Tomato Cheese Maggie, Chicken Maggie, Pizza Maggie, to Spicy Vegetable Maggie. A flavor for all. Served within 5minutes of you placing the order, you can enjoy this hot meal on a rainy day at an affordable price.
Alongside they serve pasta with dripping cheese layers, rolls and burgers to choose your taste buds. This is a one stop place for quick eating. Having the time you can also check out the adjoining shop that has all the Bob Marley branded stuff you might just find something you like. The location of this place is on law college road, barista – right across the street.
The next one is Cad-B. A small shop on the JM road next to Greetings. This store sells milkshakes and fruit juices. But that’s not all! They have something so amazing that you could almost die consuming this. It’s called Cad-B and Cad-M for Cadbury chocolate and milk. It has chocolate shavings with chocolate melted in cold ice, and chunks of chocolate floating everywhere. A spoonful of this could send you crashing in to a sugar high. Imagine having a glass of it. To know it you need to try it. Go Cad-B!
And then there’s, Level 9. Sounds fancy? No it isn’t! This is located within the ICICI towers on SB road. You have to travel 8 levels higher. It is located on the terrace of the building and the view is just breathtaking. Seating arrangement with aluminum chairs and minimum luxury, you can enjoy food like chat’s, sev -puri’s, pasta’s, ice creams, and sandwiches. Fills your tummy and brining you to a fresh breath of fulfillment. You can also go with your better half, but remember go before the sunset unless you are ready for the mosquito attack!
There is something about India that’s seems too fascinating and beautiful at the very same time. Being born and brought up in the Kingdom of Bahrain, the atmosphere set around me was very different and drastic from what I had expected it to be. Bahrain a small island, surrounded by sea. Mostly built on water, this reclaimed land doesn’t really have much of the needed population to stay upon it.
This makes the island a rather slow paced one. Time ticks here as much as the earth moves by the clouds spinning at a very slow rate, at which you won’t even realize. In a minute, there are about 600 seconds.
So yes, maybe you can say that it moves 10x times slower than a normal minute in any other part of the world.
And suddenly the very next moment I knew I was in India. Settling down, first time I wasn’t even accompanied by my folks for some visa issues. Here I was, all alone in a city I never knew, or a country where I had never been or travelled alone to!
Cribbing was the initial reaction. Every new change itched me to scream out and cry in anger and horror. But then this was going to be my lifestyle for the next two years, so I had to embrace it, or I had to whine over it.
Seconds passed, minutes passed, hours passed, days passed, weeks passed, months passed and years passed. It was soon like I was a part of this land, and could relate myself with it in every sense. The festivities, the colors, the fire crackers, the hustle all around and the excitement packed life that I was leading. The people who are so, clever yet so heartwarming at the same time, the lanes and the streets with children blaring and playing, life bubbling at every stop, every blink and every second progress, which you cannot measure.
Keeping up with this hectic phase, helped me even lose some weight, an added initiative. It created an independent, a girl who could walk without any fear, on her own and carry her very own life, in her own palms and nurture it the way she wanted to. A strong heart matured and tears which fell from her eyes were now the tears of ecstasy and accomplishment and not hurt or sorrow.
Every step seemed like a new adventure, a new challenge and a new achievement. I had a story to tell myself or others at the end of the day. My life wasn’t the same old routine one anymore. With each passing day, the country and the city became mine. I made relations which I can say will last for a lifetime and forever. The smell in the air, as soon as I land on the “Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus – Mumbai” excites my senses and tells me that I am here once again! For god, bad or worse!
India has become a way of life for me. I can’t let go anymore. In fact, the place of my birth now seems to lackluster. I wouldn’t and couldn’t even no matter how hard I try will ever let go of INDIA.
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