Nostalgia is a horrid thing

Know what, nostalgia sucks. Its a nosy little prick and always wants room for a night, for free , always at your place. And he comes knocking without a warning. A lousy, useless, thing- this nostalgia. Yesterday I got a visit out of the blue, when I was talking to Phish-phish. Turned out madam was travelling to Dilli by train, and then the darned chai-wala had to do a chai-chai number on the platform. And I had to  hear him on the phone. That’s where the little prick boarded MY train.

It hasn’t left me yet. And it is not fun anymore reveling in old times. Why the hell is that when we talk of ‘good times’, its always yesterday, in the past?  Its a load of crap and I am not giving in anymore to nostalgia. No, sir. I feel old when I do that. And feel as miserable as the German Soccer team (they lost, they lost!). Though I can’t be happier that they lost- a paradox?! 

So then, as Mr.. George Wildman Ball apparently said,  yes ‘ Nostalgia is a seductive liar’. 

A few updates that you must have already noticed:

I now blog for Vogue.in. For their reader’s blog, on jewellery related posts. This happened via Silveratti – my silver blog, I so so love. I’m on cloud nine to be blogging there!

I won that Blog Adda contest. Pringoo sent a personalized mug to my dad. It has Mishmash’s pic on it and now rests as a prized trophy in my parent’s ‘show-case’ amongst assorted knick-knacks , wondering if they’ll ever use if for a cuppa!

And I have put on 3 kilos.

So long for now. And for all my pals who’ve tagged me, a little patience please. KG is down with the nostalgia bug.