"Getting waisted"

From putting on a few pounds to running after the over hyped brand-o-wagon, girls can never stop to bitch about the fashion issues that run [and ruin] our lives, grate us, rate us and in the end leave us with a disdain that is less than passable..

Some can hop around in their togs and only big names speak for them. Fashion conscious, fashion cred but clueless of style. Blind following, an aversion from anything non designer, drowning huge sums of money for a pair of plastic [ but labelled] earings and owning enough tags to decorate en entire christmas tree. Now that is called being devoid of taste.

Aesthetic sense was buried long ago with the big hair days and when tight jeans were the next best thing after sliced bread. No innovation, no more genuine inspirations to express what truly outlined YOU! Fashion is almost not caring about fashion you know? It's about having mad fun defining what you are made up of, and not what you see walking on the street with big flashlights saying "I am in-follow me"..From belts to bags, tassels to scarves, stoles to jackets..all in a world of fab finds..the louder the better, the price talks volumes and the money-savvy call it fashion.

Like the drinks pour on a friday night, so do emotions over clothing. Fashion hang-ups are the new reason for worse PMS symptoms. She has it, I don't. I have it, she better not! Same dress?-bitch! Petite is in, love handles are out. Bones are brains and personalities are entangled somewhere in the threads of the paschmina's. When money can buy it, its cheap. When it can't, its flashy [read designer]..

It all boils down to - If you have attitude, you don't have much clothing. If you have much clothing, it can't be designer...

Poor designer-snoot. She may have the nicest shoes ever but she will never have what you need to wear most-reality!

"Chroma-somes"

What better way
To express myself today,
Than with a talk of colours
Flavouring the day..

Simple red green blue
Or azures and brocade,
Clothes and vibrance
Lure my mind to the bait..

A dash of iridescence here
A shade darker there,
No excuses, no disguise
Everyone is painted, all is fair..

Friends and family
Revenge at last,
Last years chapter re-opened
Head to toe in hue, running fast..

Fun, frolic and laughter
Shouts so hush,
The passion of the atmosphere
Like a rainbows blush..

Temple sounds
Flowers in merriment draped,
Deities and faith echo
How the fiesta takes shape..

Sweetmeats and exotic treats
Market stalls are at bliss,
The dance of celebration
And the smiles I can't miss..

Embraced not forgotten
Returns the jovial day of Holi,
Washing vigorously, I hide
But it eventually re-discovers me..

Pretty-in-pink

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Originally uploaded by Shuchi Mittal.

Almost forgot to pay salute to my best new friend on the beach, the perfectly iced, peachy pink, decorated to drive you into an endless slumbering trance..the famous "Thai Fruit Shake"

..not fruit cake you idiot..fruit shake..shake..

..and yes it's alcohol free..yet gave me the best high ever!

"Sun, Sand, Song and Men 'Gay'-lore"

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Originally uploaded by Shuchi Mittal.

My rhymes were fading
In the sounds of the sea..
With the frolic around me..
When I tried to write
Brightness was all I felt..
And made the poet in me melt..
So I bid goodbye
To work and plans..
Leaving my mind in a holiday blank..
The rest of the trip
Turned out just fine..
No worries, no walking the line..

And that was the theme of my trip to scorching Thailand..till I ran into..

"Khon Diaw Hua Haai,
Sawng Khon Pheuan Taai"

..meaning..'A person alone loses his/her head, but two people die friends.'

Thai's think that traveling alone on holiday is rather strange and the above very macabre rhyme expresses how awful they find the prospect! How could I sleep well after learning about this...! For a single traveller wandering beach to beach I was skeptical to tell anyone I was on my own. The first two days with a couple friend were spent just fine, specially coz they let me throw my usual tantrums. After that I was left alone..with these words echo-ing in my head reminding me of my solitude..but in spite of it I did manage to have a great get-away.

Phi phi is a haven of gorgeous men, some of most scrumptious food and a world of massages to put you at total ease [and spoil you for life!]. A large percentage of the tourists, travelers rather, were [beg your pardon] gay looking [read breathtakingly handsome and well built] men! Well that was my interpretation of it all anyway. I spent hours contemplating a passerby [there was nothing better to do!] and if there was no acknowledgment of my salivating expression...he was assumed gay! simple! Of course, his friend adorned in white shoes only strengthened my assumption.

I am not homophobic. I'm only agitated. It is almost criminal to deprive us of such a large perfectly divine population of men. The ratio was only matched by the number of angelic [read hot] women floating around the beach in their little nothings. Did I forget to mention that before? Ah well, that could be another reason for no attention to my probably starving look. I don't like to think of it that way though. My ego has taught me well..

For the rest, and coming back to the reason for this post, Thailand. The holiday was about tourists from all over the world [ which made me feel rather ashamed of how far the travel bug flu had carried me!], learning how to twirl fire from my flame friendly 9 year old instructor, doing nothing new, not thinking much [ok thats a lie], talking all I could for 2 days coz I knew the third day I would be by myself and of course, improving my thai!

Finally..from the holiday hotlist..

Travelling alone in Asia - check
Absolutely exercise-free-lazy-lump-of-lard for 4 days- check
Lots of junk food *gulp*- check
No email/internet- errr..Guilty!- Failed
Fire twirling-check
New friends/ met people - check
Water sports- check
No work nightmares - depends on the definition of nightmare- ok failed.

I did it. Well almost...

Cheers to heaps of eye candy, torturous sun burns, feet in dire need of a good pedicure, addiction to the tough hands of a thai masseuse and a rejuvenating 'wan-yut'..

*beep-over and out*