I went to Dharamshala. It was my first trip to the city I had heard so much about. I had a list of places to visit out of which I could not miss the church of St. John.
The church was made in 1852 and is known for its gothic structure and Belgian stained-glass windows donated by Lady Elgin. Its churchyard is the final resting place of Lord Elgin, who served as Governor General of the Province of Canada, who oversaw the Creation of Responsible Government in Canada, and later, while in China, ordered the complete destruction of the Old Summer Palace.
As I walked towards the church, the first thing that came to my mind was: Now this is the oldest building I have ever seen! It was beautiful. Though I am not a religious person at all, I can go there almost everyday if I am in the city.
There were some pretty flowers near the pavement you could not miss and if you walked a little, there was a graveyard too which I could not see much. Speaking of graveyards, I have always wanted to visit the place where Oscar Wilde was buried, Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris..Someday…
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So what do you do when you go to a shopping mall with your friends and you realize you are too broke to buy anything?
You look at people instead of clothes, trying to believe they can give you more amusement than the latter.
You deliberately walk through the stores you never buy anything from anyway. You keep suggesting your friends that you are hungry. You make a call or keep texting someone, flirting to an extent that your mind doesn't drift anywhere else.
You go to a bad store, a really bad one, talk about the kind of clothes designers make, their lack of imagination and how everything is such a waste of money. You even talk about serious issues of shopaholics.
Do you feel a thrill when you swipe your card at the register? Come home from the store with things you didn’t plan on buying? Buy things you never use? Run your credits cards up to the limit? If your answers to these questions are yes, you may be a shopaholic...straight out of the movie.
So far so good. Are your friends still buying stuff? You might like to have some water. Feel better? Get out of the mall. Take pictures of each other. Do something really crazy and see if people notice. If you are a selfie kind of person, go for it baby. The more, the better.
How about going to a book store and reading a book, mind you, take just one book as the more books you flip through, the more are the chances of you spending money...on books if not clothes and shoes! Last, but not the least, you think about your favorite TV show that you might miss if you stay at the mall for long. A certain Mr. Caffery or McSteamy deserve all attention.
This could go on. So what do you do when you have less money in your wallet and more shopping pangs in your heart?
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My hat was pulled down and this girl said 'Are you really him?' I whispered 'Yeah, I'm really him.' She screamed, 'Mom! Dad! It's Heath Ledger!
-Josh Hartnett
That was a good one. Jokes apart, I keep wondering why girls don’t wear hats in India. After all, Its hot like crazy these days.
As much as I try not to do it, I end up giving you all a history of several items of clothing and accessories. At times I do think if it serves any purpose. There must be some kind of dormant teacher inside me.
In the past, hats were an indicator of social status. Though hats originated long back, it was not until the end of the 16th century that women started wearing proper hats inspired by men. The word 'milliner', a maker of women's hats, was first recorded in 1529 when the term referred to the products for which Milan and the northern Italian regions were well known, i.e. ribbons, gloves and straws.
Now that you have studied for the day, go get your hat on and enjoy the weekend. It's hot out there.
"Where are you lost, why are you so lonely in your own world?"Richard, a once upon a time colleague, used to ask me.
Well, he did not know that my world was never lonely. All that went into my head, almost crowded it there. So many thoughts, so many people, so many things to do. For me, it was and it is difficult to get bored , of course unless I am thrown on a deserted island, handsome man-less.
Richard and I used to share the same cab to work. He was much older and wiser than me and I frequently mentioned about the latter to him. And he would say," Aah, if I had wisdom, some of it would have rubbed off on you. You still look so blank (read dumb!)
It happened the other way round actually. I kind of infected him a bit. He started asking random questions to people, looking at things from a new, not necessarily good angle :) So he once asked me, "If you could change your name, what would it be and give me an English name."
"Summer", pop came the answer.
I have no reason for liking the name. I hate summers in India. I really do. But yes, I was born in summer, love the breezy and the bright colours people usually associate with summer, love mangoes and the summer vacations spent at my grandmother's place as a child.
So, here is to summer...
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