ChickInfamous

My inner voice always had the best of answers and the ideal most of solutions to all the questions and problems I ever faced. The mini-me having been both my best and worst critic was a very intellectual fabrication that I had come to know, for my mind was never at rest, it constantly threw around bits of information and kept analyzing the source the origin the realm, off course never arriving at one single unravelment but multiple of choices and possibilities. Despite of all this i blissfully chose to stay in denial for why should i lose out on making mistakes ever?!

The minute summer steps in most of our wardrobe receives a major makeover. Most women that I know of prefer breezy and flowy outfit options in lighter material options like crepe or polyester or georgette. Me on the other hand have been a fan of cotton for longer than I can remember. Polyester and crepe and silk literally stick to my body and I find it annoying more often than not. Hence summer come and my wardrobe goes all versions of cotton.

I have suffered from insomnia ever since I started working in odd shifts. It usually reaches it's peak especially if I've to wake up super early for a trip the next morning. I would lay up all night trying to figure if I have packed everything I need, if I have taken some extra set of clothes in case my main set of clothes decide to flip on me, if I have all the outfits ready for different occasions of the trip and the biggest fear being the alarm stabbing me in the back and not waking me up! (Some trust issues huh!)

It was November 2008 and I couldn't be more excited as I was turning an year older in couple days. I knew all the people I had to invite for the party and all the bling I had to buy and all the shazam had me excited for a month. I had just started earning my own real money which called for a grand celebration on my birthday. Among all the delirium I got a call from a close friend who resided in Mumbai. The call was very unclear but from all the bits and bytes of information all I could pick up were keywords like 'attack' 'so many people' 'aunty ' and a lot of sobbing. I switched on TV and it was literally a blood bath and mayhem. Mumbai attacks shook me in ways I dint know humanly was possible. My birthdays after that had never excited me and the sad memories of my friend's loss kept coming back to me. November 2015 was no different as I was back in my shell. I was hoping it would be a peaceful birthday but my prayers weren't going to be answe

Dude  : Hey Ssup! Me  : Hi..err..can I borrow your facewash? Dude  : Sure mate..but its a mens facewash..hope you don't turn into a dude haawhaaw :D ( Dude mumbling to his fellow dude  : Mate..that chick poor thing lost her luggage I guess...should we invite her over to breaky with us? Fellow Dude  : Sounds swell..I hope we are still catching up with Samantha and Rebecca we met last night at the party..I wanna soo get wasted! Dude to me  : Hey..you should totally come party with us and get sloshed mate! )

It definitely has been a sad demise...that of an empire and more in my case, that of my favorite pet - Fufi ! For 2 whole years Fufi had been everything i wanted and needed in my life. We were in a bond more beautiful than Poseidon and at times more painful than all of Inferno! When we began, Fufi was more like a drug - A drug with all possible side effects, something that i very well knew and still draped it with all my warmth. The tiny little pleasures made all of it worth the pain i guess. "..I knew you were Trouble when you walked in..shame on me now I flew me to places I've never been..still you put me down oww" But when Fufi finally left i was smug, yup as weird as it sounds, I was smug! I felt a little pain for losing it and had all possible withdrawal symptoms, but boy when the drug leaves all of you, its incredible how you become a whole new better version of yourself. A lot of people resort to heartburn's with excess socializing or excess

I have been super obsessed with lipsticks since a very young age. I think i must have been a 2 year old toddler when it happened. I still vividly remember it, mostly because this story has been narrated to me a gazillion times from all my family members who had witnessed the sheer awesomeness. So as the history goes, my cousin and me were extremely busy playing and eating mud and ripping each other's baby hair apart when i found a lippie lying around all by itself sans its owner. As a natural instinct i opened it and popped it in my mouth! God bless my family who had one helluva ride getting that thing out of my throat :D Fast forward to this day, i have ended up collecting many lip products and most of them stay almost unused till date. I probably imagine to save them on my will for my grandchildren or grandpets. My all time favorite lippies are those from MAC.  Some of the fashion bloggers and vloggers that i follow use hoards of makeup products and their technique and s

Those leather biker jackets, those waterfall coats, those clean cut blazers and those ever so chic moto jackets have been conveniently sidelined, courtesy summers! I personally love layering and never get tired of it. My wardrobe stacks all kinds of winter jackets and warm layering pieces and i always have a jacket for every outfit. But sadly I had to move all of them back to the attic, not only because the winter is over but also because my wardrobe cannot hold the ginormous amount of winter wear that i have gathered over time.

A friend asked me why i had stopped blogging and i actually had no answer to it, I went blank. Indeed, why did i stop writing? Why did i get so busy or lost that i couldn't find time nor motivation to do something i adored so very much? The one medium that made me expressive, strong, relentless, yet vulnerable and weak at the same time. I decided to write about my first love - Travel. Last year has been an absolute roller coaster ride, so many highs and so very many lows. As far as travel is concerned, i was lucky enough to see few places to unwind and get out of the city multiple times.