Wednesday, November 18, 2015

767. I think Zoya loves me

Right from my college days, I have mastered the art of window shopping. Back in the year 2001, making a visit to Chennai would always involve a Saturday spent in Spencer's Mall. I and my friends would roam around Spencers mall the whole day as though we were gonna buy the whole mall. We would have just Rs 50 bucks in our pockets.

Our usual stop would be  "Music World", where we will stop at the head phone station and listen to Mambo number 5 and It wasn't me.  We would try throwing attitude with our non sync moves. No one would notice us. After trying to garner attention for at least 30 minutes, we would finally move out of the shop when the store attendant starts noticing us.

We would then move to Landmark and spend some quality time there. Finally we would buy the Rs 5 cone ice cream from food world and sit at the entrance and lick the ice-cream and leave the place in the evening. I was the unofficial king of window shopping.

For many years, my prowess with window shopping made me an expert in the field. I exactly knew the product can be found in the third rack in any shop in a mall. My friends would ask my advice before they hit any store. This made me an instant hit among my lady friends because they were under the impression that I shop at expensive clothing and high end luxury brand outlets on a regular basis.

Little did they know that the various Ray Ban glasses that I wear every week were brought at the price "3 for Rs 100 from Burma Bazaar".

This year, NAC jewelry stores has launched their Online Jewelry shop " Stylori"[link]. Priya Anand and Parineeti Chopra launched the store and that's how I got to know about this shop. Little did Stylori realize that a master "window shopper" like me would eventually become an expert in "Online window shopping too".

I would visit the site and just spend hours and hour memorizing the ear rings and diamond studs in the pages. I have done this with many shopping sites. But with Stylori, I would be often tempted to buy because they provide amazing coupon codes. Their 1-day shipping strategy makes the customer to get their hands on the jewelry in just 24 hours.

Finally one day, I decided to buy one ear ring from the "Grand" collection at Stylori. So I finally settled for these three. But all three ear rings were more than Rs 40,000/- I checked my online bank account and found out that I needed Rs 30,000/- more to buy these ear rings.

Then I took my daughter's piggy bank and without her knowledge broke it and found Rs 245/- in it. I still fell short of around 30 grand. I was almost in tears. I did not know what to do. That is when I decided to initiate a conversation with Zoya. Zoya is the customer care expert at Stylori.

I told her that I liked their website and she said Thank you for that. I was not sure if I could ask her to reduce the price by 30000 bucks. When I was still contemplating, Zoya said " If you need any assistance please feel free to contact".

I am still unclear why she would make that offer to me. I am a complete stranger to her. Why did she make an offer like that to me? Does she know that I am already married? If so, why would she tell me that she can give any assistance? Does that mean, that she is in love with me?

Should I ask her to give me that ear ring for Rs 10,000 bucks? I am confused. I don't want to give her any hopes. At the same time, my blogger friends from Chennai Blogger Club have offered to help me by giving me Rs 30000 to buy an ear ring from the Grand collection. So even if Zoya does not help me, my friends from CBC would help me. 
Zoya! If you are reading this, please forget me. I am married. I know it will be tough for you; but you have to forget me and move on in life.

- Chronicwriter

Friday, November 06, 2015

766. The heartbreaking story behind my nail biting habit

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Last weekend I met my college friends for coffee. We were meeting after a long time. They were both into nail art. They were proudly displaying their nails and their neat fingers and they were lovely. I had my hands in my pocket all the time. That meet was a reminder for me not to bite my nails.

Some habits never die. My granny would say "Chriz! Don't bite your nails". My mom would say the same thing. My class teachers in primary school has hit be on my knuckles with a wooden ruler for biting my nails. Nothing stopped me from biting my nails.

When my girlfriend Renu turned down my love proposal when we were in 8th standard, the reason she threw at my face was "Chriz, you bite your nails. A person who bites his nails will not be committed in life". She had one reason or the other that she slapped me with, every year I proposed my love to her. The reason she gave when we were in class 8 is still fresh in my memory.

None of these stopped me from biting my nails. Yes, I have a fancy nail cutter. I use that once in a while. But I do not know how my hand finds its way into my mouth and even before I could notice, the teeth would have bitten off the nails from all my fingers.

There have been times when my teeth have bitten some portion of the skin on my fingers. They are painful times of my life. If people ask me "Have you experienced pain in life? I could of course give that as an answer". That answer cost me a job in one of the job interviews. (Namakku naakkula sani)

All bad habits have a dark reason hidden in some part of history. My nail biting habit also has a historical reason for its intrusion into my life. The incident happened in the year 1988. I was 6 years old ans was studying in 2nd standard. Renu was my bench mate and I was in love with her. My childhood nemesis Shabir who was also in love with Renu was also my bench mate. We would do different antiques to win Renu's attention.

Renu loved people who could play the drums. During school days, our wooden benches were the drums and our fingers were the drum sticks. Shabir and I were good in making rhythm sounds on the wooden desks and we would imagine ourselves to be Tabla exponents when we make sound on the benches. In order to add tone to our rhythmic patterns, we grew our finger nails. 

I had long nails, which I concealed from the teachers with great difficulty. You can't conceal long nails and pregnancy for a long time. But I was successful in concealing my long nails for around 3 months. One day when the class teacher told all of us to lie down on our desks and sleep, we all obeyed her. I could not sleep. The rest of them slept off. Suddenly I heard a snoring sound.

I looked around to see my friend Sunitha snoring big time. To stop her from snoring, I pinched her nose. I did not realize that I had long nails. she started to bleed and she woke up with wailing noise. I immediately put my head on my desk and pretended to sleep. Sunitha did not know who pinched her nose. Her crying sound woke up everyone. I was still lying down on my desk. To delete all evidences, I immediately bit my nails in my fingers.

The teacher came rushing to Sunitha who was bleeding from her nose. Immediately the furious teacher shouted "WHO DID THIS?". We were all silent. Then the teacher took a close look at Sunitha's nose and saw a cut and she exclaimed "AH! SOME ONE HAS PINCHED HER. ALL OF YOU SHOW YOUR HANDS". We all extended our hands and the only person who had long nails was Shabir. He was immediately punished with some caning. Renu also gave him a very bad look. This is how my nail biting started.

The very next day, Renu came to me and accepted my love proposal because she felt that Shabir was not worth it.. I was so happy and as I was a gentleman for a 6 year old, I decided not to hide the incident from Renu. So I immediately told the truth to Renu that I was the actual culprit. I thought that when I told the truth, Renu would feel happy and have more trust on me. But it backfired. She immediately screamed at me and said  "I HATE YOU" and ran up to Shabir and hugged him. That is how their love life bloomed. Yet another heart break for me at that young age; but I was game for it as I had suffered many heart breaks before that.

Today as I type this post, I am typing this with pride that I have not bitten my nails for the last three days. It is a record of sorts for a person like me who bites his nails all the time. But I am finding it difficult to type these words with my little grown nails. So I am going to BITE MY NAILS.

- Chronicwriter