My diamond mania and its culmination!

So I probably got the diamond mania from my once upon a time great friend from the previous company. She used to wear lots of diamond rings - and it was with her that I went to a place called Gold City (I guess)  in Bahrain and bought my first diamond ring on an Akshay Tritiya day. I still remember, she had cautioned me against the probable ill effects of the stone ("diamond doesn't suit everyone") but it happened so that it suited me from day one - and I have never taken off whatever diamond jewelry I have bought since. It might sound very funny but wearing diamond and gold gives me a kind of comfort, I feel traditional, and...well, I might never get married to prove that to the world - but gold looks good on me.

And after piercing my nose what else would I buy myself except a diamond nose pin? And then... I couldn't wear it. It won't go in, nose would bleed and I'd be dead with worry (as usual I hadn't taken a tetanus injection and I didn't have any simple thing in gold to wear... for a week I have been going to the office with a neem stick in my nose). Neither could I decide what to do with this newest piece of diamond jewelry in my possession - I couldn't bear to keep it unused at home, and what alternative was there? Should I sell it off, or should I buy a similar piece and wear on my ears? Then what happens to my 1000+ fancy ear rings? Once I wear diamond, I don't take it off right? Ya you might laugh reading this now, or roll your eyes - but trust me, it was real trouble...

And this evening, God knows where from I got the sudden courage and determination... I was hell bent that I must wear it. So bleeding and pain notwithstanding - here I am...sporting it... :) finally...

In time for your birthday - must do something special no? The world might curse your birthday - for me your birthday seems like the world. Does it matter that you don't remember me? I shall always cherish that time pocket when we were together. It's ok...you have other things in your world and have forgotten me... Why should that prevent me from holding on to the memories of the person closest to my heart? So...happy birthday to you...happy dollhouse to me...

Ok, if you insist I can spare you this much :) কেমন লাগছে? ;) :)

And mind you my sweet...the pain seems absolutely worth, must look special, it's your birthday after all :D Ok so end of madness, must sleep now... 

Can't stop being happy ;)

I'm extremely fond of কে প্রথম কাছে এসেছি... I lose myself whenever I hear that song. Actually, more than anything else, I can probably be described as a Lata Mangeshkar fan.

And, I still love it when it rains... these days though, it is always accompanied with the worry that my puppies would be getting wet somewhere. They behave like grown ups nowadays, and seldom visit us except when it is their meal time. And how it is raining this year... incessant seems to be the only apt word.

Life's good as usual - got my nose pierced, and I look quite trendy in the nose stud. Fought a quite feisty battle against Domino's this time, got into a war of words with a stupid bong (why are all bong men like this? You can try singing "golu molu unsmart buddhu sa" in the tune of the Chachi 420 song "dauda dauda bhaaga bhaaga sa") and then taught him a good enough lesson with the help of a certain sweetie pie ACP (on the verge of his retirement, mind you - I am so so fond of the previous generation of bong men) -  did a lot of campaign on social media (read Facebook - what a show off place man... ahem!) - and finally obtained some well deserved compensation money.

Facebook hurts a lot - at times it tells you on your face that things you believe to be true are actually false - you might have lost a friend, yet still think that you mattered in her life once upon a time, Facebook tells you without twisting words that it's a different world than the one you dream of. Okay then, let the world be convinced that I am a selfish girl, I am also happy being unsocial. And yes, I don't need prejudiced people in the name of friends.

And despite these things, what is it that makes me happy? The happiness of reading Poirot, probably my favorite fictional character besides Miss Marple - when I start off my day by reading a few pages of some Poirot book, it feels as delicious as if I am drinking lukewarm coffee slightly flavored with chocolate. Watched Saathiya yesterday. Something that gets me equally excited is when I dream of my sexy, pampering, enigmatic husband (I actually see him in my dreams - it's not day dreaming). He is quite removed from his original avatar of honest, scholarly, musical type. I quite like those dreams :)

Love the friends and relatives who support and appreciate me all the time, even though I don't deserve so much love and will probably not give it back to them. Can't tell in so many words, but they are the reason I live. I am often apprehensive, no more so sure that I shall live a healthy life till I am 90, often I stare at death, feel this urge to live all the more, wear all my colorful dresses and look pretty... just try to make the most of it so long as it lasts... Tomorrow is another day!