Simbly Bored

All the newspapers in the office library stacked up. The headlines on the day I joined work…

How I wish I could do the same

This is, in fact, a shelf in an Indian supermarket. Nilgiri’s to be precise

Yes, I use Medimix soap (Yes, I’m cheap sometimes. But I’m also a sucker for the key words Ayurvedic and hand-made). But read the little poem on my soapcase (came from the same supermarket pictured above). Click on the image if the text isn’t clear.

Yes, I drive an exotic car. The ad says so. What less could you expect from someone who once lived in Amreeka?

- You keep everyone waiting for 45 minutes while you get dressed for a wedding and get only an indulgent smile instead of the usual honks from the car

- You get the first pick of all gifts/gift cards/other goodies that come home

- You’re told to “be careful” and “keep safe” about seventeen times when you’re only going to be alone in the house for a couple of hours

- A small car with automatic transmission is what you get even if it’s hard to find

- Anyone who forgets about you is not-so-gently reminded

- Anything goes at mealtime when you’re the one serving

- You get to drive the Honda City without encountering much resistance

- No shopping spree is ever denied

- Gory scenes on TV are always changed upon request

- You’ll have company when you want to watch “Buddha Hoga Tera Baap” even in a very-little-hindi-speaking household

Yep, you guessed it. Just when I thought I’m too old to be my dad’s little princess, I now appear to be my father-in-law’s grown up princess! (also mom-in-law’s but that’s a different story altogether) Whatever it is, I’m not complaining

I think a post about how much fun in-laws can be when everything works out right is in order. But I doubt it would have many readers and/or comments… Just like good news in the newspaper