Evil eye, you schmuck!

Dear Evil Eye, 

Howdy do? I hope all is going well on the Dark Side, do convey my Hello to Darth Vader and the Storm Troopers. (Yes, I am a Star Wars nerd. Judge me all you like lesser mortals!)

The purpose of this letter is not to chat up though. This letter is to tell you that I do NOT appreciate your sadistic ways, they are cruel. The day I think all is going well for me, you have to screw things up and how! Either I end up being sick as dog or as moody as a crocodile but mostly sick! :/
Not cool man! Not. Cool. 

Tell me this, what would you do if your mother waved red chilies over your head and then burnt them while you had to stand to see if the gruesome aroma of dry chili hits you or not? If not, imagine getting an hour long talk about how easy it is for you to fall prey of all things evil or as my folks call it "Nazar lag gayi". And if they do burn, you are a goner, you really are! 

Cannot even imagine any of that can you? 

I have a bone of contention with the likes of you. Your sadistic pleasures are ruining my chances of living a red chili free life. And that is not all, the "put some kohl on to ward off the evil eye" is NOT working either. The result of which my already big eyes end up looking heeeeeuge and owl like! 

You are the bane of my existence. I don't like you. But we are all grown ups here (no really!) and I think it is time we come to an understanding. Leave me alone because.. well, just because! 

Stop being a schmuck! *angry glare*

Hater!

(No xoxo's for you!) :/

Hair today, gone tomorrow?!

As a child my Sundays began with an early morning song from Daddy followed by a twenty odd minute hair oil massage by Mum. I will be lying if I said I enjoyed that session. Oiling my hair was like seeing monsters because it was followed by a hour of vigorous shampooing. Bah! God, how I detested that time.

The special oil my mother made for me was a concoction of henna leaves and coconut oil along with some magic potion. I say magic potion not in jest. That oil worked wonders! I has lush long hair, I could have given Rapunzel competition if there was an American Indian face off! (Okay, maybe not.)

Long lush hair lasted a while, up until I saw women sporting a Bob cut. That was my downfall, that Bob. I got after my mother to get my tresses chopped off. My family was dead against my decision so I took up the weapon of the masses, hunger strike! (I was 7 years old) Boy, did that work, I was taken to a hair salon and midst the hair dresser begging me not to chop off my hair I got a brand new look in twenty minutes.  I was the happiest. I did not have to plat my hair anymore, no more ribbons, bands and many such trappings. I was free.

Until I got bored. A week into the hair cut.

I did not have fancy hairstyles anymore, I just had a Bob. I was infuriated because no one spoke of how nice my hair looked anymore. It was time to get back what I had lost. It was time to sit down for an oil massage. It took me about fourteen years, a number of good and bad haircuts and a LOT of oil massages to get the length I always had.

Fourteen years. I am not kidding. My teenage rebellion took me through some really bad haircuts the worst of them being the Razer cut. *Horrors* They took me through "I refuse to oil my hair because it stinks like hell" days too. The "I will iron my hair till they die" days and many more. Result of which, I had BAD hair that were brittle and damaged.

At 20 I decided enough was enough. My mother who had given up hope of my ever sitting down for a hair oiling session was the happiest. She made the magic potion again and lo and behold, it worked. My sad, damaged, dull and utterly ugly hair were on the road to recovery.

Four years later, I have healthy hair once again. *Tears of joy*

Lets face it, we all have bad hair days. But a bad hair year going on years is just depressing.

Oil them, go for hair spas, comb them regularly. Please, use a shampoo that works on your hair and not because its been advertised well. CONDITION, you must! Most importantly, eat well, those green vegetables sure pack a punch of goodness. (Yum, broccoli, no?) I speak from experience, so trust me when I say they can go from being brittle and coarse to being healthy. They really can.

Moral of this story; Eat well. Comb. Oil. Shampoo. Condition. That is all.

Preach it sister!

Peace out. 

xo

Tech..NO..logy!

Recently, I made the "big move" i.e. from a shoddy Blackberry (which was a top of the class blackberry just a year ago but now is.. well, shoddy!) to an Apple iPhone. It was a drum roll moment because it was an i-ohmyGOD-Phone! I could not stop dancing for a whole day. The madness reached to a level where my productive day was about clicking photo's and Instagram-ing them. This went on for a while.

It took me about four months to figure out my 'iPhone' and understand the apps and how to work them. It was getting easier and fun and then...BAM!

iOS7 came out. Now, I am not saying I hate it. I love it! Even though updating my phone took a million years and a couple of grey hair, I was happy again. It was like having a new phone without really buying one in a span of six months. Pretty good that analogy. 

Suddenly I was Alice in Wonderland (I tend to be dramatic, so the personality of  Mad Hatter but the face of Alice, she is prettier), new things to discover and oh my GOD it was good.

But was it? Not so much. 

Why? Because I am clueless about Technology or as I say Tech-NO-Logy! I did not know that the power can be saved on an iPhone by a mere click of a button. I did not know how to activate iMessage! I did not know that the Clocks seconds ticker moves throughout. I did not know that the location of images is on my phone waiting to be noticed. Boy, those are a lot of "I did not know's".

I realize that there are a lot of other things I don't know about my phone but I am making a conscious effort. 

I am on #Mashable all the time. They are so amazing! 

Technology is becoming a huge part of our lives so all you technologically handicapped people like me, there is hope. Keep at it. 

One last thing though, if you have a Android or an iPhone and you are Mr/Ms. Butter Fingers I feel your pain. Every time that precious phone slips out of your hand a mini heart attack happens. The klutz in us along with the technology handicap is a mother of all Gods disaster. Try silicon phone covers, they work. Tried and tested. 

That is all from this klutz/technology newbie. 

Peace out.

xoxo