Sunday, February 19, 2006

Manila trip - Part 1

It's just like my India.

Got back from my Manila trip last night. And even though the four days were crazily packed with training sessions, sometimes two a day, somehow I managed to squeeze in time to look around a bit too. And this is why trip, in spite of being a business trip, made it to Hopscotch, where I document my vacations.


As I'd mentioned in my earlier post, I was supposed to travel by myself. I was a bit nervous about stepping into an unknown country beyond the safe boundaries of Singapore, and expect strangers to pick me up and bundle me off to my hotel, but what the heck, I had no other choice.

My flight was around nine, so I had to get up at about 6:30 am. It felt like any other work day except that I was running half an hour late. I had checked in using the Internet, the night before. And I realised how much internet check-in rocks. I could change my seat by clicking on my preferred seat on a plan view of the plane. Very fascinating.

It had been such a long time since I took an SQ flight that I felt as delighted as a kid of four taking her first ever flight. The airhotesses were so wow. The food was so wow. Personal screens for every passenger with on-demand TV shows and movies. Wow. I watched some episodes of Scrubs and Will & Grace. Even watched a bit of Parineeta. The movie's review in the in-flight programme cracked me up. It had hindi sentences spelt out in English. I almost choked on my orange juice when I read "Shekhar aur Lolita ke pavitra prem par dhokhe aur durachaar ke kaale baadal mandrane lage!" Hahahahaha!


I clicked this pic from my aeroplane window. Just before landing, I could actually see shadows of the clouds on the water! Fascinating!


My first view of Manila City from the plane


Manila City - a closer view

I landed at Manila airport at about 1:30 pm or so. The long queue at Immigration brought back memories of trips to India. It took me about 30 minutes to go past Immigration. (New found respect for Singapore's Changi Airport again!)

The guy at Customs looked at me, smiled and said, "You Indian?"

"Yes" I said.

"Very beautiful." He remarked.

I wasn't convinced. I wonder why he had to confirm the nationality before complimenting the looks.
Hmmm...

I walked out to platform ABC (?!) and waited for big guy Paulo to turn up.
The platform was right next to the road, and vehicles often had to make many rounds to pick someone up because security did not allow parking or waiting near the platforms. I had to wait about fifteen minutes before Paulo made his appearance. And I saw a sign that solved the mystery behind platform ABC. Apparently, people whose last names started with the letters A, B or C, were requested to wait at platform ABC. So yes, they had platforms 'DEF' and so on.


ABC platform

I had not yet reached the point of freaking out when Paulo made his appearance. You know how when someone describes someone else to you but when you finally meet them, you're disappointed? Like when someone says "Girl X is damn pretty!" and you meet her and realise that she's ok ok chalega types only? Well, that's how I expected the Paulo thing to turn out. Big guy. Yeah yeah how big can he get?

But boy, was I in for a suprise. Paulo was a big guy (picture on Hopscotch). Massive. Huge. Collosal. Sporting the face of a cute Sumo wrestler, he must have easily weighed more than 150 kgs. Like he said once jovially, "I got into an elevator and the overload warning beep went off. I stepped out, and two guys got in, and it did not beep. So embarrassing for me."

So I was ushered into this van where I met the others -- agents and agents of agents. My Marketing Manager had told me, "Don't worry, they're a very friendly bunch. You'll have fun, because they're all our age!" Self-confessed age-ist that I am, I wasn't too happy with him using the words "our age" since he has two kids already, but when I met the others, I realised he was right, they were all my age. And one of them even turned out to be my classmate in my first year at NTU (of course I did not recognise him, as the Main Lecture Theatre at NTU houses a thousand students at a time.) But it was cool to see another engineer who was not an engineer! I instantly warm up to people like that.

After introductions, Paulo asked me if I was very tired 'cos he had big plans to show me around. I told him I wasn't. We drove around for a bit, and he pointed out a few things on the roads.


Manila City welcomes me!


Every cab has 'How's my driving?' printed on it with a telephone number to call.

Traffic in Manila is crazy. Reminded me of India many many times. Finally, after a long long journey, we reached the hotel.

"If you're not tired, Sayesha, I want to take you shopping! You know why?" said Paulo.

"Errr... why?"

"Because today is your free day! Tomorrow you have two presentations, and there is no time to shop!" He looked disturbed at the thought of it.

"Okay! I just need fifteen minutes to freshen up, and then we can go!"

We'd reached the hotel. It was bang opposite the US embassy, and right next to the bay. Nice location.



The hotel where I stayed. Notice the li'l Starbucks tucked in the corner?

I was really suprised to see how big my room was! One queen-sized bed and an extra single bed all to myself? Woohoo!


My room - huge and cosy

The room had four windows that offered four different views. Though I did not have a window that directly faced the bay, but if I contorted my body enough, I could catch a glimpse from my third window. Coming up later, beautiful pictures of the sunset I took from that window.


View of the city from one of my four windows


View from second window - errr... back of an old factory

I freshened up and chilled in the room for a while. I was supposed to meet the guys at 3 pm at Starbucks. I decided to sms some friends in Singapore, and to my horror, realised that my global roaming wasn't exactly working. I could receive calls and smses but I could not make any calls or send any messages. Darn!

I'd been told that we were going to this place called '168 Mall', which was supposed to be a haven of really cheap stuff, but it was not a very safe area. So I was asked not to wear any jewellery or expensive looking clothes, and not to carry any bag or wallet with me. So I put on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, tucked my money in one pocket and my one-way phone in the other, and we set off.

We had lunch at the Jollibee foodcourt, where I tucked in a neat Thai meal coupled with mango shake. The mangoes in Manila are simply fabulous. The agent told me that apparently the local Jollibee brand is so successful that MBA schools use it as a case study. We walked around the food court and saw many different kinds of weird stuff. 1-day-old roasted chicks. Chicken embryo fritters. A bit freaky, even for a non-vegetarian.

After lunch, we drove to the 168 Mall. On the way, we passed Chinatown, and Paulo told me that the little area controls half the economy of not just Manila, but the entire country!

The '168 Mall' was truly phenonmenal. There were so many floors and so many shops, that in spite of spending a couple of hours in there, we managed to cover only about 10% of the shops! And I had barely spent half a day in Manila but I ended up spending half of my total money in that mall!

The shopkeepers had such a funny way of bargaining. In India, they would give you a price and you haggle and then you pretend to walk away, and they will run after you with a counter-offer. In Manila, they'd say, "300 pesos for these shoes. Last price 270!" Whoa, girl, give me a chance to bring down the 300, will ya? Are you saying that my barganing skills are so hopeless that you have to help me bargain against yourself?? Sheesh!

The shops actually started closing down around 6:30 pm (good for my wallet!), which I found rather surprising. Hurried smses were exchanged with people in our group who had wandered off to their areas of interest, to assemble at one place. As Paulo and I waited for the other girls to finish their shopping, I asked him if there was an Internet Cafe I could go to.

"There is, but I would not advise it."

"Why not?"

"Kidnap." He said calmly.

"Kidnap? You mean I would get kidnapped?"

"Yes."

"But why??"

(At this point, I felt like Russel Peters when he said, "Who the hell hires an Indian slave? Do I look physically ready to do hard labour?")

Seriously, who the hell kidnaps an Indian, unless we're talking Lakshmi Mittal? Do I look capable of paying any kind of ransom??

"Well, to the kidnappers, we locals are worthless. They only go for the Chinese and the Indians. They're the minority and they're really rich!"

"Wow..." I was still trying to absorb that bit of information.

"So I'll advise you to be careful. You don't exactly blend in, you know!" He smiled. It was true, there were very few Indian faces around. In fact, every time I bought something, they'd ask me curiously, "Please don't mind my asking, but miss, what nationality are you?"

"Indian." I'd say.

"Ah! Indian!" The smile of recognition.

Finally, everyone was together, and we decided to head for dinner. It's amazing how hungry shopping can make you. Paulo took us to this amazing outdoor seafood place, which had a seafood market right next to it. You had to pick the seafood and buy it, and then take it to the restaurant of your choice which would cook it for you according to your specifications. We hogged on crabs and prawns under the beautiful night sky, with live bands playing nice romantic numbers. More mango juice followed. I could feel my loyalty switching from my beloved orange juice to Manila mangoes.


Paulo's girlfriend had joined us, and she wasn't as big-sized as I'd thought she'd be, in order to match him. She did not eat much and mentioned to me that she was dieting. Paulo quipped, "Yes, she should. She's getting very fat."

"She's getting fat, eh? Look at yourself, Paulo!" Someone teased as Paulo tucked in crab after crab after crab.

"But I am a growing boy!" He protested innocently. Growing boy, indeed! Hahahaha!

After dinner, one of the agents D took me around the fruit market. The fruit-sellers seemed very intrigued by my sudden appearance. They called out to me with "Miss, you from India? First time Manila?" When I nodded, they offered me free fruit to taste! After hogging on the free and tiny Senorita bananas (that too when I normally hate bananas!), baby mangoes and juicy pomelos, D bought me some of the stuff I liked, and we joined the group again.

We showed them the tiny fruits we'd bought and I made one of my classic 'sound-right-only-in-my-head' kind of statements, "These fruits are so cute you won't want to eat them!", getting me some weird stares from the group.

Take a look!


Senorita banana - as small as my little finger!


Baby mango

After dinner, it was time for drinks. The guys got beer, and one of the agents asked me if I wanted any alcohol. I was about to decline politely when Paulo furiously jumped in ahead of me with a decisive "No one offers my speaker alcohol! She has a presentation early morning tomorrow!" He said. Wo! Easy there, boy.

But on some levels,
I realised how alike he and I were. Dead serious about work, and dead serious about having fun. And never ever mixing the two.

Anyway, I did order a drink.
Sick of mango juice, I found new appreciation for Pepsi Lite (is it me or does it really taste better than Pepsi original?)

Paulo soon got rather high, and started singing along with the live band. It was a hilarious yet heart-warming sight to see a guy of that size looking at his girlfriend with such helpless love in his eyes, playing with her hair and singing old romantic numbers. I believe that there's nothing quite as romantic as a guy flirting with his own girlfriend/wife. It was funny how
Paulo would complain that he did not get to sit with his girlfriend in the van, as due to his size he was always forced to sit in front with the driver, to make room for people at the back.
Finally, we were done for the day and made our way back to the hotel, as it was quite late and I had to get up early the next day. On our way, we passed the bay and noticed how it had undergone a total transformation. The night scene was fabulous, with a live band playing every two blocks. It was noisy, and yet, somehow very peaceful.

They dropped me off and I made my way back to my room, utterly exhausted and ready to collapse on my bed.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

Coming up in part two - a grand welcome for 'yong Sayesha' and how I almost lost my respiratory system. Preview pictures on Hopscotch.



48 comments:

Rohit Talwar said...

ME FIRST!!!!!!

GOLD!!!!!!!

PEOPLE!! YOOOHOOOOOO!!!

Rohit Talwar said...

Sayesha, awesome post! I saw the pics on Hopscotch, they are really nice!

LOL @ 'No parking both sides' !!!


What's with the dieting! So many females I know are working towards reducing their 'fat'. Duh! WHY?!


And, err, not to forget, I WAS FIRST HERE!
MUHAHAHAAAAHAHAAA!

The Girl Who Sold The World said...

I just donated the gold to Rohit. He wasn't actually first here but he asked for gold with such an innocent face...so, I just gave it.
I've silver now but don't forget that I DONATED the gold.

Will come back to read the post in an hour...just woke up and gotta have my breakfast soon.
See ya!

The Girl Who Sold The World said...

Okay, couldn't resist it and read the post before breakfast. :D
Why does Paulo's girlfriend need to diet? Instead, she should eat more to match her boyfriend.
"But I am a growing boy!" He protested.
LOL!!! Complan!
The baby fruits are SOOO cute! I loved the teeny-weeny mango! Are they natural or genetically modified to grow this size?

Shekhar said...

@ The Girl Who Sold The World: Natural. You get a few of those mini-sized bananas in India too. Damn cute to hold in your hands and very sweet to eat. Yummy !!

Sayesha: Awesome post yaar. Nice to see you got a break from 'regular' work..but you enjoyed it all so...COOL !! :D

//growing boy... Ha ha. Paulo sounds so much like that sweet gentle giant kinds.

freebird said...

the pic of floating clouds frm the plane is quite good :)...
#"These fruits are so cute you won't want to eat them!#
once said the same thing to my mother..and she went ???...hehe..

Clueless said...

Pheeeew!! Saw the length of the post, steeled myself and started reading. And read and read. And at the end, realized that we still have 3 more days to cover!! :O (I'm not complaining, though...any new material at Sayesha's is a feast in itself!! :D)

\\The guy at Customs looked at me, smiled and said, "You Indian?"

"Yes" I said.

"Very beautiful." He remarked.

I wasn't convinced. I wonder why he had to confirm the nationality before complimenting the looks. Hmmm...


Could it be that he was complimenting the country?? As in "India, very beautiful country" type of way??

Also, Paulo? So cute! He sounds like a super-duper big bro kinda guy. I somehow find that most huge (and I mean, really huge) people tend to be more cute than they are intimidating!! :P

amit said...

really nice pics yaar..... u seem to hva blast out there...

chweety said...

heyyy ....ive kinda never commented on ur blog before....but i jus have to this time.....CUTEY PAULOOO ....awww...i found that whole part soo cute...him singin...and complainin abt not being able to sit wid his girlfriend.....cuteeeee !! :D:D:D

Sayesha said...

#Rohit,
Congrats on the gold, and I sympathise for the ass-kicking that 'The Girl' is gonna do to you for taking her place! :P

//I saw the pics on Hopscotch, they are really nice!

Thanks :)

//What's with the dieting! So many females I know are working towards reducing their 'fat'. Duh! WHY?!

Well, reducing fat is good, whether you're a guy or a girl. But doing it just by dieting is not good! :/

//And, err, not to forget, I WAS FIRST HERE! MUHAHAHAAAAHAHAAA!

Hahahaha! :P

#The Girl,
//I just donated the gold to Rohit. He wasn't actually first here but he asked for gold with such an innocent face...so, I just gave it.

Right. I forgot what a big heart you have.
ps: Rohit, dekha? Kaha tha na! Yeh ladki bilkul nutcase hai! :D

//Are they natural or genetically modified to grow this size?

Natural! Amazing, huh? :)

#Shekhar,
//You get a few of those mini-sized bananas in India too.

Really?? What are they called? I must look them up when I go home next. And yes, they were incredibly sweet! :)

//Nice to see you got a break from 'regular' work..but you enjoyed it all so...COOL !! :D

Haha! Yeah :) Well, work actually took up most of the trip, but thanks to Paulo I managed to fit in pockets of time now and then to do other stuff. :)

//Paulo sounds so much like that sweet gentle giant kinds.

Whoa! The exact term I was looking for! 'Gentle giant'! :D

#Freebird,
//the pic of floating clouds frm the plane is quite good :)...

Yeah, I love that pic too. My co-passenger was giving me weird looks when I was shooting it though. :O

#Clueless,
//Saw the length of the post, steeled myself and started reading.

Oh noooooooooo! You have to 'steel' yourself to read my blog?! :(

//'m not complaining, though...any new material at Sayesha's is a feast in itself!!

Ok you just saved your ass! :P

//realized that we still have 3 more days to cover!!

Nahin yaar, I may combo the others into 1 or 2 posts... Because the next few days were all full due to the training sessions... so I did not have too much time to do other stuff, but a lot of things happened that I wanna blog about. So you won't need to 'steel' yourself to read three more posts on Manila! :P


//Could it be that he was complimenting the country??

Naah, he was referring to me. I'd know if he's been talking about India. Perhaps he found me pretty and guessed I was Indian, but wanted to confirm before he said anything? Doesn't matter, he complimented me! Yeay! :P

//He sounds like a super-duper big bro kinda guy. I somehow find that most huge (and I mean, really huge) people tend to be more cute than they are intimidating!!

Hahaha! Couldn't agree more! Did ya see his pic on Hopscotch?? :)

#Amit,
Thanks! Yeah, I had awesome fun! :)

#Chweety,
Hahahahhaha! Yeah, Paulo was indeed very cute when he was all high and singing and complaining :)

Thanu said...

Nice to see ur post... great picts

jade said...

welcome back:) awaiting part 2

Clueless said...

Ah Sash, you know I was just pulling yer leg!! :P Okay, so maybe I should've said...

Saw the length of your post, took a deep breath and plunged right in! :P And as you know, I just loooooove staying in the pool for hours together, so you can't complain about that comparison!! :D

//Ok you just saved your ass! :P

Don't I always!! ;)

// Did ya see his pic on Hopscotch??

Sure did! Just confirmed what I was saying! Too cute! :)

L said...

Kitna lamba post tha...!! {sigh}

ek din ki saari history bata di..!! Sounds quite an enjoyable trip...!!
and the views are really great...!


LOL.. eager fr the presentation post..

priya said...

someone's gonna be thrilled tht u displayed pictures of ur hand ;)
no prizes for guessing the right answer! :D

..p..

Big Man said...

us big people are big at heart too... ;)

seems like you had a blast!

virdi said...

Pretty hand... hai oye...

abe sexy fotos yaar... specially the one from the airplane... :-)
teri toh aish ho gayi yaar... :-)

and also meri aish... hai oye... I love you... not you sayesha I am talking to your hand... yeh kambakhat Lemon beech mein kahan se aa gaya...

abe side ho ja side... hawa aane de...

V..

virdi said...

one question.. why did you stay in a factory?? In India we stay in hotels...

V..

Mitthu said...

The post was awesome. And i missed your posts so much. I'm here in Seattle, and hardly know anybody. With nothing else to do and this jet lag driving me crazy, i get up every now and then refresh your bog page. Today i got up at 4:30AM feeling damn hungry....
Gas pe rice rakhne ke baad, again came back to net and WOW.... your loooooooooong post was there. You made my day!!!

lil _kath said...

Gosh...i missed my "Philippines" so much,thanx for showing my country to the whole world Sayesha.Glad to know too that you had a great time there.I love all the pics..it's simply amazing^_^ thanx for sharing yaar.Hope you like my country now the way i like(oh rather i love) India and the Indian people ^_~
Welcome back yaar..

cheers,
-kathy-

Rohit Talwar said...

@ The Girl

Uh! Duh.

Things people do to avoid failure! Ha! Go, Physics is calling you with its arms wide open. Go baby, go.

:P

!xobile said...

oh shit yaar
yeh manila awesome hai

waise aap kam awesome nahi ho sayesha aunti ;)

ahahha
hahaha

Manish said...

Great pics Sayesha! Loved to see that baby banana :).Informative post.

Macho Girl said...

Just read ur post, read the comments and saw pics of paulo. and i totally agree with the whole "gentle giant" description! It certainly sounds like that on reading ur post!. What i have noticed is that most of the time, big people turn out to be gentle people(there r exceptions in real life and in bollywood where the stereotypical villain is all big and seemingly undefeatable until the puny little hero beats the crap out of him!). but most of the times, in real life, my theory seems to prove itself right! :D:D:D:D

looks like paulo is taking the centre stage in this page!!!!!

Suds said...

Hey Sayesha nice post. Nice to know u enjoyed ur trip. Waiting for ur next part...:):)

Shekhar said...

Hmmm...the last time I spotted 'em 'mini' bananas was when I was back home in Calcutta (P.S. I haven't had a fruit in the last 8 months that I've been here in the hostel, but don't tell Mom...PLEASE), but I don't think they're called anything in particular.

N I completely agree with Suds, can't wait for the next part.

Shekhar said...

Macho girl: Oh, ain't Mr. Gentle Giant doing that in a 'BIG' way (all puns intended).

Btw, one observation...there is another place where you find 'big people' who're nice...South Indian films !! You have the typical Mr. Huge Belly Hero who has a squirrel's tail for a moustache.

Anonymous said...

Sayesha,
am hooked to your blog, and the whole crazy commenters community (CCC?) that follows it. All make for a great read and chin-upper. Thanks for the virtual tour of Manila, and those nice pics.
Keep em coming, y'all. :-)
-n

renegadefade said...

hey it's good to hv u back.
not having ur blog to read was a bit like not getting the newspaper in the morning - really annoying!

nice pics, this the first time i've seen ur face!

Macho Girl said...

#shekar
Oh my gosh!!! You are right! I never thought of those people! :O How cud i forget the huge belly hero! ;) :P

fao said...

nice manila diaries, sasha! liked the narration more than the pix.

the surd has been unnaturally happy...now i know why. oh, do send him a mould of your hands. he'll stop PMSing so often.

Sayesha said...

#Thanu,
Thanks! :)

#Jade,
Thanks! If all goes well, part 2 should be up tonight :)

#Clueless,
Achha achha chal chal hawa aane de! ;)

#L,
Offo long post likho toh bhi daant khao, short post likho toh bhi daant khao! Bechari Sash karey toh kya karey? :P

Part 2 coming up soon :)

#Priya,
Hahahaha! Yeah, long time since he saw his long-distance lovers, eh? ;)

#Big man,
Yes, you are, sir! :)

#Virdi,
Hahahaha! :D

Ullu that's a mango, not a lemon! Caption nahin padha kya? Sheesh! :O

//why did you stay in a factory??

Virdi praji, you say it best when you say nuthin' at all. :)

#Mitthu,
Am honoured that my blog's keeping you company in Seattle! Hope you settle down soon and make some good friends! :)

#Kathy,
Thanks :) I loved the Philippines and the people there :) A few more pics coming up tonight :)

#Rohit,
Hahaha... you got involved in this too? Yeh 'The Girl' bilkul paagal hai, lemme warn ya! :)

#Ze Ex,
Auntie mat kaho na! ;)

#Manish,
Thanks :)

#Macho Girl,
I agree with your theory too. It's the big guys that are the gentlest :)

#Suds,
Thanks, yaar! Next part coming up soon! :)

#Shekhar,
//I haven't had a fruit in the last 8 months that I've been here

WHAT?! I'm shocked! :O

Go back and read my post titled 'Body language' and start eating fruits, mister! :)

ps: Next part will be up tonight :)

pps: I find the big moustached heroes in south Indian movies rather scary. :O

#Anon,
Hey, thanks a lot! CCC - I like the name! And now you're a part of it! :P

Chin-upper? I like this term too! Cool! :)

Thanks again! :)

#Rene,
Serious?? You've been around Sayeshaz so long I thought you must have come across Hopscotch some time or the other! :)

#Macho Girl,
So you like belly-hero, huh? Okie, lemme find one for you!

#Clueless
Help me look! :D

#Fao,
Thanks! :)
ps: Actually Happy Singh has a different reason for being so happy these days! ;)

Harshi said...

Sash, welcome back home yaar. Great seeing the pics and reading about your trip! Sure sounds like a wonderful trip. Glad to know ur presentation went well. It had to!

viv said...

Looks like "summmbody" had a good time :)

Glad you had fun on a business trip. I've started to hate b-trips because they're sooo hectic that it hurts double that you're in a new place AND can't do some sight-seeing.

rachana said...

hi sayesha!you share all this with us in amazing way(both pics and words are wonderful).I like reading your blog.

Deepa said...

Really nice post!!

Gal time...

;)

virdi said...

Virdi praji, you say it best when you say nuthin' at all. :)

ok ok... won't do much bakwas... but please let me know... why did you stay in a factory??

V..

Vikram H said...

lotsa interesting stuff but nothing to beat the picture of the water with the clouds' reflection! That was unbelievable!

Rohit Talwar said...

@ Sayesha

I know pagli hai, but hehee.. :D Its fun! :P

Sayesha said...

#Harshi,
Thanks yaar! Tere wishes they na mere saath :)

#Viv,
//they're sooo hectic that it hurts double that you're in a new place AND can't do some sight-seeing.

That's every biz trip must come with a Paulo.

#Rachana,
Thanks, dear! :)

#Deepa,
Thanks! :)

#Virdi,
Do thappad khaayega tu! :D
ps: Sorry yaar, missed your third call today! :(

#Vik H,
Yeah, I LOVE that pic too!

#Rohit,
Haha! Waise bhi yahan sab paagal hain! Pre-requisite hai! :P

Vikram said...

Awesome yaar. Nice pictures, checked your vacation blog too. Pictures come out really neat.

One suggestion :P

You can use the picture of your hand next to the "senorita banana" to advertise for palmistry. :P

The Light-House. said...

Was the banana to small or the fingers too big? ;-p
Anyways snaps were brilliant.

Starbreez said...

hee hee, i'll have to agree with clueless here and say that the passport guy must've meant Bharat achaar sundar hai (don't kill me for bad grammar, thanks).

Sayesha said...

#Viks,
Thanks! :)

//You can use the picture of your hand next to the "senorita banana" to advertise for palmistry.

Sheesh! Virdi will kill you man! :D

#Tarun,
//Was the banana to small or the fingers too big?

Hahahahaha! You decide na! :P
ps: Virdi will kill you too! :D

#Starbreez,
Awww come on! I know what the guy meant.

If you think I'm ugly, just say it, girl! What's with all the depriving me of compliments that are rightfully mine? ;)

ps: Achaar = pickle
Did ya wanna say "Bharat ati sundar hai."? (India is very beautiful.)

Starbreez said...

Oh yeah ... i did. i thought achaa also means good ... can i just say bahut sundar

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

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SANDEEP DHAUNDIYAL said...

hmm..
i still not readd ur complete story..
bt its gud how mch i read.