Conversational Pathways

Had myself a great weekend, featuring largely of conversations.

Attended a walk for breat cancer awareness in Hiranandani, Powai which was great fun, largely because of galpals along. I don't believe walks can really spread awareness, except for the audience of attendees, and they are there because they are already aware about the cause. It's good just for the participants who get another forum to socialize. The good thing about this one was that participants were offered a discount on mammograms at the hospital, which is a constructive way to get women to detect cancer early.

Found myself discussing how our conversations varied - largely commented upon by her husband who makes the sign of the cross when he sees me.

Have spent many a happy weekend over at theirs and very often the men who may be around comment on how we women talk about everything under the sun in the space of maybe 15 minutes. We may start talking about one thing and then digress to an afterthought so smoothly, that the average listener wants to pull his hair out in frustration. This is in direct opposition to the male of the species, who always sticks to the point, and articulates in a few short, crisp sentences and finishes discussing the topic.

As opposed to women like us, who never end a conversation if we can help it and resurrect it at leisure with new angles. Despite the criticism, we thrive on it and I really wouldn't have it any other way. 

Just off Powai

Popped in at  R-City Mall to buy gifts for a 12 year old friend and visited Odyssey for my quest.

Spent many hours browsing through books and games. Sadly, very few Enid Blytons in evidence.

Found a really nice children's book called something like "At last, a fish" or was it at least a fish? by an Indian author. A fun story, and I picked it up for a younger friend.  

Succumbed to the lure of shopping - bought a delectable new AND top that was alluringly displayed in the shop window. For those who don't know, am Not one of those spoilt, rich brats who have nothing better to do than spend! Have lived a semi-frugal life and once in a while, like to indulge in something pretty.

Meandered through Cottonworld, more because of nostalgic college-day memories of shopping there occasionally. With that perspective, found it a bit overpriced, though they had some beautiful clothes in there - really tempting. Tried on a nice sea green dress, only to discover that its waistline hit me mid torso. I tried to imagine walking into a restaurant for dinner wearing it. The doorman and waiters would automatically line up ahead of me for a closer look at the skin show. They would then whip out their cell phones to click pictures which would be later uploaded on their favourite porn site. My dinner companion, male or female, would probably duck under the table - totally embarrassed to be seen with me.

Folks at Cottonworld, what were you thinking? Except for certain A-listers like Queenie Dhondy, or P. Godrej, can't think of anyone who would be able to wear this topless dress. Certainly, not the regular clientele of Cottonworld. Last time I checked, this was India, not Paris. Obviously, I left dress-less, but not without picking up another casual wear top.

Am determined to try out this blog diary business. I mean, the premise is that I write about all the things I've been doing ideally, on a daily basis and folks will want to read it? Tough to imagine, but what the heck. So here goes. Another inconsequential post, about nothing in particular.