aftershave and after shave.

Let me come to the point straight.

I accidentally slipped my Gillette aftershave lotion and some of it splashed on the floor. My mom came shouting and asked me what happened.

I: I slipped the aftershave lotion.
Mom: Oh that's bad. Is it too costly?
I: No, not really.
M: I know you spend a lot these days. Who do you think you are? Kochi rajavinde kochu mono? (read: are you the grandson of Kochi Maharaja?)
I: What happened now for you to say this?
M: Why did you call the cab to go to that marriage function?
I: Mom, please...stop this.
M: If you start spending like this, you are going to suffer a lot. If you are like this now, what will happen to our expenses once we get our car?
I: Its not me who booked the car. Its Dad. Ask him.
M: What will you do after your marriage? You cant spend like this. You know, if we had spent money like what you are doing now, you wouldn't be in this place you are now.
I: I know. Now please stop this. I know you all suffered a lot. But this is 2011. And this is how people are these days.

She and I went on and on and on even after the shave. I cursed the moment I spilled the bottle.

Oh my god. Sometimes we just cant control them. Parents are always like that. They just want their kids to be happy. I can understand what they feel. But I just cant stop spending money. khe khe khe... See, I'm not wasting it. I'm spending for what I feel is useful. :|

i wont cry again.

I never happened to know the importance of creating a profile in matrimony website until I created one today. I never in my dreams thought I will create a profile. My parents wanted me to create one for their ease.

OK. This post is not about explaining my experience after creating the profile. I hope you are aware about my previous post of my best friend getting married. So it's almost done. I wish you all happiness in this world. My parents phoned today evening.

I talked to Mom then. I told her that my best friend is getting married. My mom went silent. She knew I loved her. She had no words to say. She asked me not to take it to heart. I wanted to shout out of pain. I started to developing a habit of taking deep breaths when I'm sad, tensed or angry. I controlled my maximum but I couldn't stop tears rolling down my cheeks. I dint make a sound. Hope Mom dint notice. I have to accept the facts, no matter how worse it is.

I promise, that was the last drop of tear to shed from my eyes. I wont cry again.

PS: March 28, 2010 has turned out to be a very important day in my life. BTW, March 29 is one of my friend's birthday. Wish you all success in life. Many many happy returns of the day!

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i came home to sleep.

I haven't slept properly for a while. I dont get to sleep properly when I'm in Coimbatore. I will go to bed at 12 or probably 12.30 after spending sometime talkin to my friends and then go to bed. Gotta wake up by 8.30 minimum to reach office at 10, though my office starts at 9.

Following this timing throughout a month left me with lot of sleeplessness and anyone could easily spot it looking into my eyes. After waiting for a month or so, I came home hoping to sleep till 11 in the morning.

Today morning Mom came to wake me up at 8.30. According to her, 8.30 is too late. I ignored her scoldings and slept again. I tried to get her sympathy saying about my work at office and my tensions though I dont have any work at all ;). She came at 9 to cal me again. I ignored that too. But she came with a glass of water and poured into my eyes. I ignored. Thanks to Mom again for training me (how to sleep even when someone sprinkle water into my eyes) these many years. She did that twice.

Now, its a warning. She gives only two chances and if I dint get up by then, she will use her ultimate trick. Her weapon is still water, but this time she is gonna attack my ears. OMG! That's her last resort. Just a single drop. It will wash away a week's sleep and I will jump off my bed. She gives me a cute smile as if nothing of that sort happened and I love her for that :D

PS: Unit of time (in this blog) is 'AM'... khe khe khe...

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