#CleanupCashOut Phony Alliance

I love phones. Most of my phones are with me for like a year, then I switch to the next version of it. I am not a phone loyalist but I am a brand loyalist. I was a Nokiakar now I am a Samsungite.

Well, having said that, the sequence of event narrated below,lasted for almost a month until I decided that I am not going to sell my phone (PS: That is still my spare phone, in cases of emergencies and foreign travels)

I changed a phone about two years back and to sell the old one, I put its ad on a selling site ( Matrimony ad feels already).
I had serious, non-serious, agents people contacting me for my phone which was still in high demand a year after its launch (Prospecting grooms for my baby phone)
After a good negotiation, I used to clean my phone, wiper it well and take it to the designated place of the buyer (just like girl-seeing event)
They ask too many questions about my phone, even after the details being listed in the website, if they plan to not buy, they will bring out so many not-so-good points about my phone (Typical matrimony rejection scene)
After a coffee and a who-the-hell-does-he-think-he-is feeling, my phone and me would come back home.

The scene above was repeated at least 4 times until I decided, that my phone is better off with me than these "buyers"

And, since then my phone and my lived happily ever after.

This post is written for #CleanupCashOut on Indiblogger

#mynyelook Masquerade

I am standing here in front of my open closet with so many clothes hanging and typically I have this statement lingering on my mind "I have nothing to wear"

Then I make a check list in my head,

Hows the weather on New Year's eve?

Chilly

So a little heavy jacket should do

Which place am I going to?

A masquerade party

So beautiful elegant dress, preferably black, since I am going to have this shiny mask on me

Am I going to dance?

Yes sir, I so am going to dance into the new year

So, simple non-fussy but sexy looking shoes.

Since, I already have a black dress, I can combine them with a knee-length silver gladiator

What bag should I carry?

I need some money, my credit cards and my phone

So a pretty black silver clutch would do

I will do a light shimmer eye shadow, kohl and do a winged eyeliner for that sexy effect and top my look with a cherry red semi-glossy lipstick.

Taa Daaa....I am ready to ring the New Year in....

This post is written for Stalk Buy Love
XOXO

#MemoriesofMotherhood : Whats in the name?

“I am sharing my #MemoriesOfMotherhood with Bio Oil and BlogAdda. This Mother’s Day check out the Yummy Mummy calendar and  make a similar calendar of your own using the Bio Oil App.”

I have a son and a daughter, now my son is 24 and my daughter is 30 and married.

When my son was about 3 or 4, he had this dry skin issues, and a homeopathic doctor suggested "Radha face oil" to be applied every night

That oil used to smell bad, and my son used to run away from it.

He used to say “You are after me for Radha face oil, so from today your name is Radha oil”

For months, I was called “Radha oil”, my daughter followed the suit of calling me “Radha oil”

That name stayed.

Slowly, “radha oil” changed to “Oil”

The word “Amma” was uttered only when they had to inform me something. But, when my kids came to cuddle or shower their love I was called “Oil”

Then over the years  “Oil” became “O-yal”

All my relatives, friends, their friends knew who “O-Yal” was, I am not sure how many people know the story behind it

When they are in a playful mood ‘O-Yal” becomes “Yal” and L is stressed.

Every birthday card, Anniversary card, its always Love you O-Yal and Appa.

Like every mother, I have the dream of seeing my daughter as a bride, I see her wearing nine yards, looking like a princess, I have tears in my eyes,

I felt a hand holding my hand, it was my son saying “O-yal, I am with you, I will always take care of you”

My daughter turns to me with a smile on her face, excuses herself from the ceremony, sprints to me in that outfit and says “O-yal, I am still your little girl, I am going to call you every day and make my kids call you O-yal  too”

Now, my son is away to another country, my daughter is married and moved away, though they make it a point to call me every day.  

I still miss their loud, brash “Yallllll, I am home”

I miss them running to me when I am back from work calling “Ohhhh-Yal”

For every mother her kids are the best.

I am no different,

For me my 2 kids, are my 2 heart and my soul

And I am still called ‘O-yal” and I love it