When I cancelled my order and re-ordered minutes later!

When I cancelled my order and re-ordered minutes later!

How many of you have been through this? Seriously I want to know :p

Online shopping apps have my tongue hanging every time they announce sale. These sites aim for nothing less than a mass slaughter especially at the start of every year. They offer attractive deals at the drop of a hat. It’s like you purchase a discounted item one day and on the next clearance sale the price of the same commodity drops further. Among the various situations that can stir frustration in you, this is an ideal one.

So the story goes like this – It was January already, when my cell phone kept showing notifications of attractive Republic Day sales across most of the online shopping sites. Much lucrative as they seem, oh how I wished getting my hands on a few anarkali kurtas. Like every other girl taking the pleasure of window shopping, I saved a couple of my favorites in the wishlist. With looming adult decisions, and tax declarations snoozing on top of my head, I decided curbing such revelries until the next salary.

As I waited impatiently for the Feb salary to be credited to my account, just the day before I was to place the order, the inevitable happened. Prices of one of the anarkalis I saved hiked! Well I wanted it, BAD! Not considering to wait for the price to drop again, guessing it won’t anytime soon, I placed the order. All contented, the next day when I logged in to the site, aah my luck! The anarkali I ordered was available at a 55% discount.

Being impulsive at core, this discount hit right through my heart like a bullet. Unable to endure even for a minute, I decided to cancel the order as it wasn’t shipped yet and reordered my purchase without proper research. Myntra was really prompt in cancelling the order and processing the refund. Yoohoooo no complaints! So now I could order the anarkali at a discounted price of Rs. 674 and add a couple of hundreds back to my savings account (yes for a guilt-free shopping saving even a penny serves well).

However, what I missed noticing was the minimum purchase for free delivery. With the new order I had to shed over a hundred rupees to get the same anarkali delivered. Well, I could barely save a few bucks, insignificant enough, for all this ordeal.

And there goes my story.

Here is the link to the kurti – https://www.myntra.com/kurtas/aks/aks-women-multicoloured-printed-anarkali-kurta/1673857/buy

So if you would want to see the anarkali behind the saga, simply scroll down and let me know if it was worth such altercations!




Bangalir Durga Pujo!

Bangalir Durga Pujo!

ঠিক যেন পাশের বাড়ি থেকে ভেসে আসা সরোদের সুর, এ বাংলায় শরৎ কাল, দূর্গা পুজোর আগমনী ঠিক এমনি ভাবে মোনকে ভরিয়ে তোলে। ছোটবেলায় দূর্গা পুজো নিয়ে আস্ত অনেক খুশির মুহূর্ত, বাঁধন ছাড়া কিছু দিন। বন্ধুদের সাথে হাসি ঠাট্টা, অষ্টমীর সকালে মায়ের নতুন তাঁতের সারি পরে অঞ্জলি, নবমী তে ঢাকির তালে নাচ, আর প্রচুর জামা কাপড়ের লুট।

চিলড্রেন্স পার্কে যেই না কাশ ফুল দেখতাম, মনের ভেতরে চাগার দিতো পুজো পুজো রব। আর বেরোতো সেই স্বপ্নের ডাইরি, যার প্রতি পাতায় ভোরে যেত পুজোর কত হিসাব।  দানা বাঁধতো হাজারো পরিকল্পনা, ছোটবেলার কিছু নির্বোধ স্বপ্ন। কিন্তু এই হিসাব টাকার নয়, কিছু ইচ্ছে আর কিছু আশার। লিস্ট বানাতাম, কোন কাকা কোন পিসি আমাকে কি দেবে এবার পুজো তে। কখনো সে স্বপ্ন হতো পূরণ আর কখন যেত চুরমার হয়ে। একটু হতাশা, তবুও যেন সেই পুজো পুজো রব ভরিয়ে দিতো মন।

আর তার পর আস্ত সেই দিন যখুন পাড়াতে পড়তো প্যান্ডেলের প্রথম বাঁশ পড়তো। হাজারো হতাশার মধ্যে যেন বেজে উঠতো আশার উন্মাদনা। না পাঁচটা নয়, হয়েছে কেবল দুটি নতুন ফ্রক । তাতেও আমাকে ধরে কে, খুশি খুঁজে নেয়া তো ছিল আমার লক্ষ্য। অনেক সংগ্রামের মাঝেও এই দিন গুলো কিছু ভালো থাকার মুহূর্ত উপহার দিতো।

আজ আমি বড় হয়েছি। অনেকে বলে বড় হওয়ার মতো বড় হয়েছি। বিয়ে করে দূরে চলে এসেছি ছেলেবেলার সেই শহর ছেড়ে। স্বাচ্ছন্দ এসেছে, আর পরমুখাপেক্ষী হয়ে থাকতে হয়ে না। মা, বাবা, বোনের চাহিদা মেটানোর নতুন স্বপ্ন দেখি। কিন্তু তবুও পুজোর দিন গুলি তে মন ছুটে যায় আমার সেই ছোটবেলার কলকাতার কাছে। এবার যাচ্ছি কিছু মুহূর্ত আবার জীবনের জন্য সঞ্চয়ে করতে।

ইচ্ছে আছে অনেক গল্প বাক্সবন্দী করে নিয়ে আসবো। তার আগে রইলো গত বছরের কিছু সেরা মুহূর্ত।

বানানে কিছু ভুল ত্রুটি হোলে একটু ক্ষমা কোরো।


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Pune to Lonavala and Back – Long Drive Chronicles!

Pune to Lonavala and Back – Long Drive Chronicles!

Tropical climate in India leaves little scope for us to experience a pleasant summer ever! Perhaps this year, India witnessed the most tormenting summer in many years. I was never a lover of Monsoon, yet the scorch this year was so severe that I couldn’t help but curse global warming for deferring rains.

As a child, the idea of romanticizing gloomy monsoon days never occurred to me. I saw my father revel at the thought of heavy showers. Like him, I knew many others who rejoiced if weekends were welcomed with a torrential downpour. Meanwhile, rains always made me grumpy. It meant getting stuck at home and then hoping that the connection to the cable network is not lost. I was no good at daydreaming on rainy days either.

Even as I grew up, rains seldom managed to impress me.  Lunch, however, was the only thing I would look forward to on a rainy day. I remember Mother serving us hot khichdi loaded with peas, potato, and cauliflower, with fried Hilsa or omelet on the side. I could never establish why bongs insisted on repeating this menu every time it rained on weekends, nonetheless, I have grown up obsessing over the same. My bong genes are at fault!

Anyways, unlike my days in Kolkata, rains no longer repulse me. Having said that, I have not started romanticizing it either. Nonetheless, monsoon definitely brings relief from the tormenting summer scorch and makes my weekends perfect for long drives. This fondness is, however, an influence of my husband’s love for long rides.

I was not alien to bae’s travel goals, but being in a long distance relationship gave us fewer opportunities of planning trips together. After spending the first few months of our marriage setting up our home in Pune, it was time to explore the Western Ghats at the onset of Monsoon in 2015. On our first long drive together from Pune to Lonavala, I discovered how beautiful the Western Ghats were. We covered several destinations together in the following months, but this has remained a special one. This year as Pune finally welcomes Monsoon, I have decided blogging about every place I visit and share my long drive experiences.

Also, you can watch our travel vlogs on Youtube at still22videos 

And what better way to begin the series, than reminiscing our very first drive to Lonavala?








Our Weekend Trip to Kashid-Vihour

Our Weekend Trip to Kashid-Vihour

Whether you are a homemaker lodged within confines of your home as daily chores drive you crazy, or a professional, struggling against odds to tame your career, there comes a point when your heart aches for a little recess. A few days to bail out before resuming mundane errands. Even if you have an extravagant tour marked on the calendar, stealing a day or two for a humble weekend getaway could be a welcome change.

Visiting beach destinations, for instance, is ideal if you live in Bengal, considering the several options you could have in the kitty. Meanwhile, in Maharashtra, it is about exploring the Western Ghats. A few days back our friends proposed visiting Kashid for an extended weekend. Much to my relief, husband seemed perfectly fine with the idea. Planning took no more than a few days because the dates of traveling were already fixed. The only thing left was to zero down a perfect stay, which would allow our friends’ Labrador to stay without any fuss. Our paw babies need occasional getaways as well, don’t they?

While exploring pocket-friendly options for the stay, considering Scooby, the Labrador pup was to come along, we stumbled upon this decent-looking villa a few kilometers (13 km to be exact) away from Kashid in a place called Vihour, which would be our home for the next few days. Closer to Murud-Jinjira, Vihour seemed straight out of our reverie at the very first sight.

With virgin beaches, it is a small village, home to a handful of families. In fact, our Villa, called Mati Guest House, was possibly up for renovation, for we could easily say that we were the first guests after a long time. We could smell the fresh paint on walls and rooms were yet to be furnished hotel-like. Hence the rent for a weekend proved quite pocket-friendly.

As we drove closer to Vihour our mobile signals were lost. On reaching we discovered only one of our cell phones caught network and that too from a specific corner of the house. It might seem primitive to many, for us it was the perfect excuse to revel amidst nature for the next two days sans worldly worries.

So we were in a destination sans network, nor did our rooms have a television (unexpected) – A perfect ploy by nature to have nothing else to focus on but immerse in its beauty. The secluded villa was graciously perched amidst nature, looking onto the mighty Arabian Sea. I don’t remember for how long I kept gazing at the Arabian Sea from our balcony. Watching the sunset and then trying to draw pictures running imaginary lines across stars as the night grew beautiful.




You could watch the vlog post on our Vihour trip @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pX6bwdLH9XE&feature=youtu.be