Flavours Of Life

I am the window to his world...

2011-10-15T20:40:00.000-07:00

I have been thinking about writing the first post after becoming a mother since a few days. Have deleted two posts already because they did not feel right. They did not have the right words, the right expression to describe this phase, this feeling...finally with this third post I guess I am pretty close to what I want to say.
Since I have brought my little angel home, I have been spending a lot of time in my bedroom....I am busy tending to Evan's needs at all times. Today while making him sleep something struck me like lighting. I was looking outside from the window and it was raining very heavily. The window of my bedroom has been entertaining me, refreshing me and mesmerizing me whenever I have been too tired from the fatigue. This window has been a channel through which I look into the outside world. Its my secret path to think outside the bedroom for a little while, get connected to the world which for the time being is not available to me. While these thoughts were rolling into my mind..I realised that "I am the window to my baby boy's world". He will see what I show him, he will feel what I let him feel...I determine everything that he will be in the future. And it was such an incredible feeling. He is like the softest clay and I have to mould him, also spoil him at times. But surprisingly this thought did not scare me...it gave me immense happiness.
For now he is busy looking at the fan and conversing with the curtains and the tubelight...he now smiles and even laughs at times. As parents we both are enjoying this phase to the fullest!
Evan has given birth to a new "ME" and I cant wait to explore myself as a mother. Sometimes I cant believe that he is all mine! He is and will be the apple of my eye forever! Love you my baby!

On the brim....

2011-08-27T08:40:00.000-07:00

As promised to a friend, I am writing this post. I am blank to be honest...maybe I have been on a break for too long to be able to write again!! :)
I have been occupied as I have been experiencing something very unique. Right now I am on the brim of motherhood. I have seen so many of my friends and cousins swirl beautifully in the role of a mother. Now, I am watching myself. I am loving it.
There are hardly any days left now. I will be soon holding my little one in my arms.
I am so much looking forward to the fragrance of Johnson products refreshing my home! Also looking forward to see the transition of my hubby dearest to a dotting father. For now, he is even scared of the thought of holding our baby in his arms, but I am confident that he will be just fine!

My blog will be about a whole new ME from my next post onwards! :)

Old Memories reshuffled today.....

2011-03-28T21:58:00.000-07:00

I don’t know how but today the thoughts of my maternal grandparent's old house flickered in my mind....the flicker soon became a peaceful thought...then a flow of memories, every detail lingered in my mind.
My maternal grandparent’s house was in Andheri, Mumbai …in a society of a couple of buildings. It was very special to me because I had never lived in a building ever in my life as a child. The house had pretty big rooms and balcony full of plants which my mama had lovingly maintained! My mother was the eldest of the siblings, so I and my brother were pampered to the core being the first grandchildren! My mama and maushi were always thrilled by our presence, and kept inviting us all the time. I really admire their willingness to play with us even when we were hardly 6 or 7 years old. They had their college and office later, but still they never got bored of us...they never felt that we were troubling them. They used to become 7 years old too...just to have fun with us! We have played some weirdest and craziest games with mama, which of course were invented by him, our laughter would not stop even though our eyes were full of tears and our stomach muscles ached! My granny always and I mean always used to make our favourite breakfast, and we all used to sit together in the living room on the floor and have it. I remember the brown kettle which contained tea for everyone to have twice. Then there used to be stories, magic tricks, antakshari, drawings, paintings, movies....the list will go on! I never remember sitting idle in hat house!
Some details of the house are so much carved in my brain that I will never forget them. The sound of the ceiling fan in the silence of the night, the huge black colour drums in the passage for storing water, the old stone “ragda and varvanta”, the painting of five horses done by my grandfather, the walls hand painted by my mama, the radio played every morning, the water tank right opposite the building with an iron ladder, the bhel puri wala in the evening and the idliwala on his bicycle with that peculiar horn in the morning, the friendly marwari and gujurathi neighbours....everything was special to me more because it was unlike my own house in thane.....Thane was significantly different from Andheri back in those days..
This post is dedicated to that ever exceptional house and my loving family in that house which made my childhood memories truly memorable!

Discover yourself !

2010-12-24T02:04:00.000-08:00

I was sick for a couple of days ….some cold and a little fever…the usual! I had taken an off and was home wrapped in my favourite stole cum quilt my father has gifted me. The day was pretty much boring due to my shabby looking appearance and also the cold which was troubling me. The house was in a huge mess because my maid has quit and I did not have the energy to do anything by myself. That was one more thing which was depressing me! I was watching surfing the channels on the television without any clue of what I really wanted to watch….after some time I lost interest in the television too and an idea lit my mind. I realized that I had real good treasure in my house which I had ignored for a while now. Amit had gifted me a drawing book, colours, pencils, brushes, etc. on the first Valentines Day after marriage and I had been putting painting off for a while now. I never prioritized it actually and that’s why the book was never used! Shame on me! I opened it all and decided to paint. But this motivation of painting was planted in me by a dear friend some days ago. So it had been on my mind for a while…I just had to make myself do it. I cleared the dining table. And arranged all the things I would need on it. I downloaded a nice landscape image and used it as a reference. The next two hours of my life were bliss! I enjoyed every minute of it. I was so much engrossed in it and was doing it with my whole heart….the result was pretty satisfying (it was least expected!) I was rejuvenated.
I was literally pleased with myself and really thankful to my friend I mentioned about earlier. (She is one amazing artist herself)

(My Painting)

Just wanted to write about it and spread the message to everyone….do something you really love doing…which is long forgotten….something you always desired …but never prioritized ….before this year ends……welcome this new year with a zest to keep doing something you think you have forgotten…only till you do it once more…and discover yourself all over again..

Our wedding was many years ago. The celebration continues to this day.

2010-11-02T04:38:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is our third marriage anniversary and I thought to myself that there has to be a post about it in my label called “My marriage stories”.
Well, after five years of courtship and three years of marriage I have surely learnt a lot of things.

I had certain expectations from a married life which I had derived from movies I had seen, couples I had observed and immature imagination at times.
But then I realized that romance is a relative term. It cannot be the same in everyone’s life.
It lies where you never thought you would find it. One has to try and look at the right place to see it. I found mine in daily chores that take place in my life. Things that we do for each other every single day make my life romantic. Amit unknowingly taught me this secret of life.

He helps me in the kitchen so that I am not burdened with lot of work.

He religiously makes tea every weekend, so that I enjoy a perfect holiday morning.

He never fails to keep a stock of the soap I use.

He makes sure I always have enough money in my wallet because he knows I am absent minded.

He always accompanies me for grocery shopping every month and never lets me hold the grocery bags because they are heavy.

He drops me to my office whenever I am bored to ride the scooty.

He never frowns to pick up a few things I ask him to bring home while returning from office.

He is supportive of everything I want to do in life.

These things are most romantic to me because they make me happy and relaxed. After marriage one should always try to find out their own way of being romantic rather than building up unrealistic expectations. I took time to learn it myself but I am glad I did. Of course there are sour days with the sweet ones. But if they weren’t, there would have been no fun!

I LOST MY CELL ..... YET AGAIN!

2010-10-07T22:43:00.000-07:00

I am feeling terrible today. I lost my cell phone for the 4th time in a span of about 8 years. Its my carelessness and nothing else that is to be blamed. I feel a phobia to buy a new cell again. I am so damn scared that I might lose it again!
The very first time, I lost it in an autorikshaw. The second time I lost two cells while traveling in a bus, someone flicked it from my purse! I might have left the side zip open. The fourth cell I lost it last night at Dominos, Sion. I called them but they say that they did not find any cell phone while cleaning the table.

Guys I need your help here!! Please suggest me three things.

1. How to gather courage to buy a new cell?

2. What should be my strategy in buying a new cell?? Should I buy a cheap one so that I don’t feel a financial loss if I lose it again OR should I buy a good cell so that I value it a lot and be utmost careful about it!
3. Innovative ways of using a cell so that I can minimize the chances of forgetting it. My brother just suggested that I should attach it to my bag or hang it around my neck.

I feel awful and extremely foolish for being so careless and lost in my own thoughts that I become totally unaware of the things around me. When Amit is with me he takes care and carries my mobile if I forget. Well, I cannot expect him to be with me all the time!!!!
Ahhhaannn….I feel yuck! I feel so bad…..!!!

Help!!Help!!Help!!

P.S. My colleague just called and told me that even she lost her cell for the fourth time last week. Am smiling just a little bit. Just a little.

Friends

2010-08-31T00:38:00.000-07:00

When I declared to my mom that Amit had proposed to me, I was merely 19 years old. My closeness to parents surprises Amit till date. So you can imagine what Amit must have been through when I informed him that my parents knew he had proposed. I of course didn’t say the big “Yes” word to him after my parents consent. I said it because I wanted to. It’s just that I wanted them to be part of this big decision of my life. They told me only one thing. Think very seriously before taking any decision because it is going to shape your life.
Amit on the other hand had proposed to me with a feeling which meant, “I like her a lot right now, we will see how it goes!” but I interpreted it like this, “I love you so much! You are the one I would want to marry someday?”
He was very angry and upset because I had been very stupid to have told it to my parents according to him. I apologized and told him that it’s okay….and he stared at me in disbelief!
Well, to add to this drama, we friends had planned to meet like we always did. Most times it used to be my house. Because my house was centrally located, with a big courtyard and a swing which was everyone’s favourite! But this time was hugely different than other times. Amit was not ready to come; he was too embarrassed to face my parents. He was still mad at me, but I refused to understand the gravity of it which stuck in his mind. The friends as usual wanted to have some fun, so even they insisted that we meet at my place! No one was supporting him…poor guy!
Finally the day arrived; I had insisted that my mom treat Amit like any other friend and not address him specially. She had agreed. Even she knew at some level that we both were pretty young to hold a responsibility on our head. My friends came, Amit was suppose to reach a little late due to his class and he hated it even more because he knew he would be stared at, laughed at, teased when he showed up alone and not in a group!
While we chatted, the door bell rang; I had warned everyone not to embarrass him. When I opened the door he was standing very cutely with a sack on his shoulders and a forced smile on his face. I smiled back and stepped aside as he entered. My mother wasn’t in the room to his fortune. He sat on the sofa and everyone burst out laughing. He joined in somehow without much choice. I gave him some water and he became a little comfortable. My mom was busy in the kitchen making snacks for everyone. When she came out to serve she purposely did not acknowledge Amit separately. Amit was relieved. As she offered everyone, Amit told her that he had already ate something an hour back and he wasn’t hungry. So she took the plate back in the kitchen. That’s when everyone began bullying him. They shouted in togetherness, “Aunty, let him eat with us. You have to serve him. Hum log nahi bhi khayein toh chalega, he has to eat….isn’t it.!!” Aunty aap bolo usko toh khaega woh!”
My mother joined in the fun. She brought the plate out with a little more than everyone else in one plate and handed over to Amit. He obviously had no option but to take it. As he did, everyone shouted again! “Dekha aunty, abhi toh aapki har baat manega, hone wala damaad jo hai!!”
At that point everyone laughed till their stomach ached. To my surprise Amit joined in. He was not embarrassed to face my mother anymore! That’s when I thanked my friends in my heart secretly. I also knew that come what may Amit & I are going to be friends forever!

Nostalgia Knocks...

2010-08-03T05:23:00.000-07:00

Chennai to me will always be special, more special than any other place in the world. I realize it today. I opened my eyes to the city when Amit took me there after marriage. It was awful to be all alone without any family or friends for a month or so. But later I started enjoying the city so much.

We had an open to sky balcony, big enough to fit in four neelkamal chairs. Around 7 pm we both would return from office and have tea in the balcony, that’s exactly when we used to watch the bats fly all in one direction. We would keep wondering where they went every single day. After dinner, most times we found ourselves in the balcony again. The balcony time taught us to enjoy the calmness of the night and also the darkness of it. The twinkling stars were a scene to watch! I don’t know how but we found more time for each other, for the chit chat sessions, for the laughter and innumerable cups of tea …somehow in Mumbai that becomes rare.

One more place special to me was Grand Sweets. It was 10 steps away from our home, we used to go there in the evenings to have the delicious sambar and vadai & Horlicks Mysore Paak….I remember the dry leaf plates (eco-friendly) and how we used to be the first two beings to ask for a spoon while eating, everyone else dipped their fingers and relished. I kind of tried it once but preferred otherwise!

The Beasant Nagar beach was 15 minutes away too, we used to head to visit it on our bike. I crave now for the bike ride with Amit. Just today I smsed him saying that we should borrow bike from my brother on a Sunday! Our little I 10 is a savior in its own way but at times you only want a crude life. That’s when bike comes to your rescue. Anyway, the road which led to the beach was so beautiful…trees all along the road…and no traffic at all. We used to eat the bhutta, it used to be so hard to eat, but it never bothered us. While he roasted the bhuta , the wind used to hover over the flames forcing them to fly in one direction …a sight it used to be!

Then there was The Dhaba Express, a hotel we visited often. They served yummy north Indian food. I ate a garam garam fried jalebi for desert there every single time. I remember the taste of the crispy jalebi even today. We took everyone there whenever they visited us. It was all so much fun!

I have told Amit, that I want to visit Chennai once again whenever we get the chance, maybe for a couple of days. Go to all those places again….feel the nostalgia! Those were the best days of our married life …I don’t want them to slip away from my mind.

My Marriage Stories - The egg shell breaks!

2010-07-13T03:22:00.000-07:00

I am going to write funny and emotional incidences of my marriage in a label on my blog called “My Marriage Stories”. The first post from the label is here for you all to read!

When Amit & I started courting, I had immediately informed my family about it because I was very sure that he was the one I was going to marry. But in Amit’s case he had not even given any hint to his, for unknown reasons (known to him) Finally after a year of persuasion I convinced him to enlighten his parents about us. By then he was very well acquainted with my family but I wasn’t to his. So when he finally told his parents, my mom (my dad use to be in Dubai then) and I were invited to their home for the official first meeting!
That’s when this funny incident took place. Our household believes in using new crockery every one or maximum two (in extremely rare cases) years. Because it either breaks or we lose it. But mostly it breaks. And we are pretty much fine with that! At least we get to use what would otherwise be saved for some special occasion which is almost hypothetical!
When we arrived at Amit’s house, Amit’s mom and granny welcomed us. Amit stood behind smiling mischievously. I winked at him and he froze. We all began talking generally about topics which weren’t even remotely related to us, but that’s what happens when families in such situations meet for the first time. After a while of chatting, his mom brought us snacks and lemonade. We thanked for the delicious food, we insisted that they also have it with us. But his mom said that they would have it later. Amit agreed to have it with us. Then an awkward silence suddenly replaced the chitchat, so my mom breaking the silence smilingly said, “Wonderful Glasses, so delicate!?” My mother in- law beamed as if it was the most favourite topic to be brought up! She exclaimed, “These were gifted to me by my Mama in my wedding!” Amit’s granny joined in, “And these dishes are thirty three years old!” My mom and I looked at each other with total amazement and shock. I all of a sudden realized I was the most unsuited daughter in law for them. I gulped. My mom replied, “Hats off to you both, really commendable! They are really beautiful” I chose not to say anything. I was utterly speechless. After I had finished my food, I asked Amit the way to the hand wash and got up. I proceeded toward the basin to wash my hands and just then my to be (or not to be) mother in-law screamed, “Oh ….my glasses!!” I looked behind to see my dupatta (heavy due to the embroidery work on it) on the brim of the two glasses. They obviously could have broken due to my carelessness! But thankfully they didn’t and I managed to pull of my dupatta successfully! But my mother in law almost had a minor heart attack. She had been preserving her glasses for so many years and I come in one day, introduce myself to be her daughter in law and leave, after breaking then!!
To my disbelief she still accepted me. Amit and I got married three years ago after courting for almost 5 years.

Wake Up!!

2010-07-06T03:55:00.000-07:00

I always end up thinking about the missing ingredient which will bring magic to my life. Make it more alive. Today while chatting with a friend I realized that it is nothing but sheer lack of dedication and determination in my life. I have become very lazy and lethargic and I need to change that. I crib about my chubby face, I complain about my stomach flab, I get irritated about my headache, but never do anything about it.
At some point in time I do feel motivated and enthusiastic but then it’s too short-lived to even talk about.

I give up on myself too soon. I leave it half way too often. It’s high time I give myself a punch and make myself aware that life has more to offer than I am taking from it.

I need to target a goal now, as it is rightly said in the movie “Lakshya”, there has to be a goal in life, otherwise you drift away, you drift apart from everything.
I have decided that I will not complain about things that are not in my hand; I will do my thing and relax.

I have to give my life what it deserves if I am demanding from it. I have to take efforts if I want to look gorgeous. I have to start if I want it to begin. I have to smile if I want to be happy. I have to be disciplined if I want to enjoy.

Here’s a post to the new “me”. I will take charge of my life now. I am going to start loving myself like never before. I want to fall in love again, with myself. Because I am worth it!

2010-06-28T00:56:00.000-07:00

The “Whys” of my life!

I can never understand why…

….Concentrating on nine hours of office work becomes highly impossible at times ….I want to spread my wings more than I am allowed to?

….On an extremely busy day I list in my mind innumerable things I will do when I get some free time….but can remember none when I am free?

….I crave for something which is so far away, and when I get it I am not as happy as I thought I would be?

…..I feel it’s always too late for some stuff in life and too early for some and so miss out on a lot of things?

….I become so impatient when the wait is almost over and ruin the fun a little?

….I keep thinking and thinking so that I can make a right decision, but end up depending on someone else?

….I care a little too much for some things and care too little for some, realizing later that it should have been reverse?

….Its so difficult to be “me” at times?

June

2010-05-29T03:38:00.000-07:00

In every post I have been saying that I will come back to the blogging world…write more…read more but somehow it’s not happening. I am not able to find a reason convincing enough to write to you all! Anyways, I realized today that it’s the waiting phase for me right now. I am waiting for so many things in my life right now. Some of which are in my hand and I can do them even right away but am waiting for the right time to let those things happen to me. Other things are such that are not in my hand and am letting myself float with its thoughts, wander far away with those little clouds of imagination …waiting for the day they will become reality effortlessly.
Moving on, I love the month June. First of all it’s my birthday month…yippee! Second of all, it brings rain with it. There is no other month which does this gracious act of welcoming the wonderful showers and saves us from the scorching heat! Third of all I love the sound of ‘June’ …its kind of sweetly girlish about it, I can even go to an extent of naming my daughter by that name in the future!! Well sadly I don’t have a surname which would go well with it though!
Coming onto my birthday, this year I am going to be in my home town for my birthday. Last two years I was away in Chennai, so could celebrate it only with my husband. Now being in Mumbai I am going to celebrate it with friends and cousins! I am going to look forward to gifts , going to cut my fancy chocolate cake, wear my new pink dress I have recently stitched and look gorgeous!!! LOL
Also lined up is a monsoon picnic followed by my birthday celebration to shed out the boredom the summer has brought and borrow a little freshness from nature!!
Also this month has many functions lined up, an engagement of an oldest school friend, marriage of my best friend and naming ceremony of my nephew!
All said and done I am looking forward to having a ball this month and adding one might good year in my kitty!

Being truly alive is something we forget amidst in life..

2010-04-16T03:46:00.000-07:00

How life changes. How we let it change us. How it wipes our identity slowly and gradually. How we let it take charge. How we become a different human being altogether. How we become someone we are not. How we keep wondering what happened? How we feel helpless that it’s not the same. How we cry inside our hearts and wish to god he brings back everything we lost. How we promise to him that we won’t let it slip away.

But time never comes back. Does it?

I am seven; I am traveling with my parents and my little brother in our sweet little Maruti 800. I am peeping outside the window, to feel the wind outside. My parents keep warning me. I listen to them for a while, but get tempted to feel the strong wind on my face, while it forcibly closes my eye lashes, makes it difficult to breathe… I still love it. I enjoy it, in its natural form, crude and true. I laugh and laugh more.

I am eight. I am running, playing chor police with my cousins in the courtyard. I never wear chappals. The stones in the yard never hurt my feet. They mud never spoils me. The sweat never bothers me. My mom calls my name, asks to buy some milk from the nearby store. I gladly agree. I wink at my best friend. We start running. It’s a race. Who reaches first and eats a mouthful of raw rice from the gunny bag of the little store with a broken roof is the question. Laughter never leaves our faces.

I am nine. My mom is asking what I am going to wear to the birthday party I am about to go. I announce happily, that I am going to wear the same dress I wore the previous day! My mom shouts back, informs me I could wear the new dress my aunt has brought for me. But I don’t budge. The dress I want to wear is the one I love the most. I don’t care if it’s not dry cleaned. I don’t wonder if anybody would notice me repeating it. I merrily wear it and join the party.

I am 13. I and my friends are returning from our classes. We are hungry. We enter a joint. Buy Wada pav, hog on it. Crack jokes on each other. Tease a few teachers with secret names. Discuss the current gossip in school. What we eat is not the question. We fill our stomach because we are hungry, never forgetting to enjoy every bit of the food and the gossip of course.

Today though I am mature enough to know how to live, I still can’t figure out why I cannot enjoy the wind on my face anymore, why I can never walk without chappals. The stones suddenly are too hurtful. Why I am so careful about what I wear, why I worry so much before eating anything! Do we all lose the true sense of living life to the fullest when we grow up? I guess so.

Five things!!

2010-04-07T21:25:00.000-07:00

Scribbling again in my blog!
Five things you should always place on your office desk and your car.

Your office desk should have –

1.On the pin up board at least one photograph of anything that makes you happy, be it a picture you clicked when you met your good old friends, maybe one funny photo of your pet or of your favourite sitcom.

2. Smart visiting cards stand to place your cards on it, so that you don’t have to dig your messy purse to find one when you need to give!!

3. A clock, to make you realize, its lunch time while you are busy in work!

4. A pen stand, of a bright colour, a shocking red or a bright blue to make your desk a little colourful than the others!

5. Last but the least, something godly, anything you have faith in. Something that keeps you going when nothing seems right.

Your car should have –

1. A Mobile charger, most important guys!! Imagine you are talking to your boss, explaining him why you are late and your battery gives up on you!!

2. Good collection of songs to keep your cool, well in India you have to take efforts to keep your cool friends!!

3. Water bottle….in case you are stuck up in traffic, don’t have a clue of reaching anywhere, listening a nice song in your air conditioned car….instead of enjoying the song, you would keep thinking…”damn why dint I bring water with me!”

4. Tissue paper, imagine you eat something and you have nothing to wipe your hands to, all you have got is your pants!!

5. Air freshener or car perfume…. Picture this, you have to pick or drop someone….after they get out from your car and you cry out loud wishing you had a freshener!!

Will come up with more on FIVE THINGS!! Keep reading..

New Hair Cut....New Life!

2010-03-24T03:36:00.000-07:00

I had a new haircut and that made me realize that being a woman is so simple at times. My stagnant life has acquired a new vibrancy. My boring dull days have changed into happy fun filled ones. My attitude has totally changed from “not sure about anything” to “Lets make it happen”. All this, only due to a new haircut……I know that this can only happen to a girl! LOL!
So here is a post which shouts out loud to every girl who is suffering from a typical syndrome (common with women: P) which makes you upset with yourself for no good reason, don’t worry just go to a nice salon and get a new haircut, experiment a little. I bet you will start loving wearing pink again, eating ice cream without wondering about the calorie count, relishing on chocolates when no one is watching you, shopping for the exact same shade of a dress you dreamt of last night!!
Generally our confidence level is directly proportional to how we look and feel about ourselves. Ones everything is perfect….we can paint the town red!

Life is an irony :)

2010-01-05T21:56:00.000-08:00

I am saturated today. I will have to write, scribble, and mumble something with my blog today. Otherwise I won’t be able to think a thing! It’s been a roller coaster ride for me all these months. Initially when I shifted to Mumbai I was all excited, happy and eagerly waiting for the fun to begin, for the parties to rock, for the dance to start and for the music to never end….then I settled. I realized its not always fun! I had to look for a job, which I had thought was going to be as easy as waking up in the morning! Well I was proved wrong! That phase of my life was really bad. Family and friends told me to give it some time, enjoy my vacant time, relax and have some fun, but all I was thinking was, I will never find a job, I will end up sitting home all my life, that we should not have shifted, that our life was so perfect in Chennai, that everything had ruined, etc. then one day I found a job suitable to my experience and profile. I was happy, thought how stupid I was to think of such extremes earlier. I was excited that finally my routine will start; I will not waste my days doing nothing productive, watching TV, lazing around with no motive. My ambitious side popped its hood the highest; I was raring to go, to join office, to start working, to set my life on track again.
I have joined more than a month back. Now I am busy as hell, with household chores, office work, and my brother is getting married in 12 days from now, so totally busy with that too. Merely 3 days of leave I can manage to get as it’s a “new job”. I don’t have time to breathe and so I am wondering about life more than ever. How at one point it gives you all the time in the world to relax, rejoice and analyze yourself but you don’t want it at that time….when you want it really bad it growls back at you and says, “When I offered you the time you wanted, you didn’t utilize it. Now don’t sulk!! “ ! It’s such an irony. Isn’t’ it? :) :) :)

Dont forget to remember....

2009-09-16T03:43:00.000-07:00

There are some things in life you should never forget to remember…..whatever your age is, how much ever busy you are, even when you believe that you don’t care much……am going to list them down …..I know each and every one of you will agree to me…

The unbelievable happiness experienced while meeting your oldest friends…

The fragrance of new clothes and old books…

The sheer joy of spending a day at home with family...

The refreshing cup of tea amidst an intensely busy day at work…

The fun in getting drenched in the cold rain drops…

The soothing warm water of the shower while you bath…

The merriment in dressing up and admiring yourself in mirror…

The amazement in driving to office on a holiday because there isn’t any traffic…

The delight in humming a song you love while you cook or dress up…

The fun in bursting the balloons after the party is over...

The momentary happiness is always missed……we yearn for a longer, unseen happiness which is far away…..and let go off the immediate moments of unfiltered joy……Dont worry about things that might happen or are bound to happen....realise today before it fades away...
Well, I have been away for a while now, from blogging and surfing….but today I felt like writing this post so I took out time for it…but I am sure I will be back with more…I have finally shifted to Mumbai and enjoying life in my home town….starting newly from where I had left off …..I wasn’t even able to follow any of your blogs….I will be back when I feel like from inside….soon…pretty soon…

Chennai Charm!!

2009-07-26T06:31:00.001-07:00

Chennai is city with amazing infrastructure, lush green trees, beautiful temples and bunglows... not many sky rising towers. Its a magical blend of both worlds...modern and old. Now that I am going to leave this city, I fill my heart with all the things that I loved about it. Here are only some glimpses of the city's spirit...I promise there will be more photos coming up. Enjoy!

Nariyal Paani

Kasturbai Nagar Station, Adyar

Isnt he cute.... :)

Theosophical Society, Adyar

Theosophical Society, Adyar

flowers for Aditi .. :D

2009-07-23T22:34:00.002-07:00

hii dear :)

congrats :)

from AS : http://hummingwords.blogspot.com/

I am Going Home - I am interupting the guest posts!!

2009-07-17T05:02:00.000-07:00

I am elated right now, because I am going back to my home. I have lived in Chennai for almost 2 years now, but this above mentioned quote I guess describes the long and short of it. I have liked this city for its goodness. But I have never stopped missing my hometown. Not also for a single bit of moment.
I came here, with countless dreams in my heart and a little fear in my mind. I never knew how this city, the people would treat me. I met some really good people, who helped me, who supported me, who guided me. But I always found something missing. I always missed friends more than anything. I never had a group of girlfriends here, whom I could share my everyday stuff with. I was used to it back in Mumbai. I had so many friends. Here I had only Amit. I had no life apart from work and home. No hanging out with the gang, no evenings to meet friends, no fun actually. We created fun with whatever resources we had!! But it was never enough. We mostly cribbed, and then moved on, because there was no option. But now I do have an option. I am taking it up!
I am going back to my own land, where people speak the same language as I do, they eat the same food that I do, they watch the same movies that I do, they listen to the same music that I do….where people know me inside out…where I can be myself…without any compromises…any obstacles….I can live among people who understand me….
I am so relieved…..really. I can’t express in words. It’s not like Chennai is not a good place to live in. But it’s good only if you can speak Tamil, if you can eat rice all the time, you can enjoy tollywood movies……etc…
I could not manage any of it! But I have decided something amazing to do. I am going to click loads of photos that reflect the essence of this peaceful serene city. I have no complains….I am going to miss my home here….It was the very first home after our marriage ….I know I am not going to find a home even closer to this one in Mumbai….this house will always remain special ….not because it was big... not because of 24 hours water...not because of "no load shedding"...not because it was in a chic location, not because it had an open to sky balcony….…..….only because it was our very own first home!
My next post will have only photographs, of some of the things that I observed in this city, some amusing, some really funny, some sweet……watch out for more...

In Love With A Superhero

2009-07-10T21:29:00.000-07:00

Know what y'all?
She's in love with a superhero
Ever since he's come into her life
Her problems have zeroed

[Huh?! What worries?]

He's hot, he's cute, he's strong
You should see his muscles sometimes
But now they've been away for long
Still her knight in shining armor shines

[He's wanted for being so dazzling]

He treats her like a Princess
He takes care of all her tensions
He understands when she fesses up
He gives her faith and attentions

[He is so everything]

She's in love with a Superhero
He's got more stealth than Batman
He's even more charming than Zorro
He could beat Batman

[He could give lessons to Edward Cullen]

His heart is so golden
His smile is so heart warming
In front of him, all even turns molten
All madness he gets taming

[He's charm at it's best]

He does things like magic
He is so brainy when he uses his logic
With him nothing is tragic
Thinking about him, she gets so nostalgic

[She misses him but he's always around]

Se snaps back from her reverie
As he talks, she stares at him thinking of his bravery
He is human by the end of the day
But so charming and heroic, the respect never fades away

[He lives with me every moment – in my heart, in my mind… He lives on…]

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Hey Aditi,

Congratulations on completing 50 posts! And thanks for letting me write! Hopefully you'll cross many such milestones in blogsville and in real life. God bless you! Have a great wonderful life!

Love,

Ms.R.

A Love Story......Second Guest Post

2009-07-09T20:48:00.000-07:00

He woke up to a start..It was a horrific dream,something which he wished, never came to haunt him anymore.He had seen Noyona die in it and right now,felt very much intimidated by it.Moving out from the bed,he was frantically searching for his fone.He remembered he had kept it at the coffee table last night after speaking to Noyona.......

Neil searched all over the table,and found nothing..Frustrated,he tried to recollect the sequence of events that transpired last night.........And then,it struck him that he had left it last at the computer table in the study room.........The study room resembled a mess.Books strewn all over,dirty laundry,cigar,newspapers and it looked like the typical suite in a bachelor setup.He finally grabbed the fone,which was lying under a heap of laundry.It was 0245 and Noyona would be sound asleep by now.He was confused as to whether he should make a call or if he rather check on her once it dawned.He convinced himself for the latter,and went to sleep........15 minutes had passed and he still lay down,eyes wide open.He couldn't sleep.Every time he shut his eyes,the gory image of the dream came by and he couldn't take this anymore.

It had only been 7 months since their wedding,which was one of the most grand events in South Bombay.There was an exodus of celebrities from all over India into the Grande Ashok for the wedding.....And 7 months later,they found themsellves separated by their careers.Noyona,a journalist had to leave for Hyderabad for her work and Neil,a Finance freak was left,alone in his South Bombay flat. He missed her sooo much right now...Noyona was about to complete her assignments and was poised to join him soon,back in Bombay..

He tries to shut his eyes tight and get off into slumber....It doesn't happen because even this time around,he is awakened by the gory image of Noyona lying in a pool of blood in front of him.Unable to take it anymore,he calls up her number....the fone rings and Neil is relieved..Atleast the fone is ringing...He waits expectantly for Noyona to pick up,but she doesn't.He tries further,twice,thrice,four times--she still doesn't pick up the fone.He tries calling Sasha,her colleague at work to enquire what's wrong??Sasha picks up the call,rather dazed and also surprised to see Neil calling her this late into the night..

"Hello........,What happened Neil?? "

"Hey sashy..,noyon isn't picking up the fone..Do you have any updates on her??? " in a very fatigued tone..

"Neil,she had left office on a half day leave,didn't tell me anything about her plans when I asked her.....Kya hua??sab tho theek hai na??"(what happened,everything is well alright?? )

"acha..thanks..I 'll get back to you later sashy,bye....Good night "

"Bye..."

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7am,Noyona's house in Banjara Hills, Hyderabad....

Noyona wakes up,rather earlier than usual.Someone's banging on the door.It must be the milk man,she thinks and says,"Oru nimisham..."(Just a second... )

A few minutes pass before she answers the door..As soon as she opens it,there is Neil standing with the milk packets...She rubs her eyes off to see if it indeed was a dream,and then pinches herself..No,it wasn't a dream after all..

"What???!!!!!How come,you are here right now???!!!!I spoke to you yesterday and you never told me anything about this visit...???!!! " in a hugely surprised tone....

"Actaully,I planned it pretty late yesterday and got going and thought I'll throw you a surprise first up in the morning...So got a ticket booked on the first morning flight and here I am...." grinning widely at her...

He was rather relieved that all was well with her..Unable to sleep further,he decided to turn up at the airport in another hour to be able to catch the first morning flight to Hyderabad...and here he was,breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of Noyona,in her pyjama pants,just out of the bed..

"So,what was with the fone yesterday???Tried calling you,last night...You did not pick up...??? "

"I am sorry.......had put the fone in silent yesterday after we spoke,so I did not hear you calling.. ", said Noyona

They got settled and just as she was making coffee,she called out, "Now that you have thrown me a surprise,lemme give one back to you.." and beamed at Neil....

"Ohhhhh!!!!What's that gonna be now???? "

"Well,my assignments here are over....and we can fly back to Bombay...together...and forever... tonight...."

Neil couldn't believe this..He fell out of his chair and rushed towards Noyona...and for a minute was just left staring at her...

"I missed you soooooo much..... " tears rolling out of his cheeks...

"So did I honey...." , said Noyona unable to control her emotions....

They were in bliss.....!

So that was the story,hope you had a nice read.. Right now,all I wanna say is thanks to the author (Aditi) who happens to be a good friend,for giving me this wonderful opportunity to express myself at her stage and also raise a toast in celebrating her 50 posts on the blogosphere..

Thanks a zillion for all those wonderful posts,that has given readers like me,wonderful memories and added new flavours to our lives...

love ..:)

Nikhil

Manufacturer Ne Bana Di Jodi - First Guest Post

2009-07-09T06:34:00.000-07:00

Hey all,
Here's the very first guest post of a friend. He has commented on my blog on all posts without fail...well thanks for that Neeraj. Also the one to insist that I have a shout box on my blog!! I never knew what it was until he told me! LOLz..

P.S. Neeraj, I am sorry but I somehow could not upload a photo for your post, I tried for a long time ...I guess some problem!! Dont worry your story is a visual in itself!! :P

"I was thinking what to write and this came into my mind........this is
love story with no twists and turns. Story is incomplete...all
incomplete love stories are sweet...arn't they?.

This love story is of love between "the mouse (he) and the key-board (she)".
definitions : The mouse= i
The keyboard= you
The mouse+ The Keyboard= We

Here it goes....

I remember the day we were created.....err....manufactured. what was the name of the manufacturer? hmmmmm....but that doesn't matter, what matters is "we were made for each other". We travelled together for long time. We stayed together in one place for so long .well ,i had no analog/digital clock with me to measure the exact
duration....but it was long for sure. You were hidden from me by some cardboard . Don't know why they kept us separated from each others view and we kept silent for so long when we were "made for each other". I always had crush on you.

We have real vibrant work-place. I remember the day when we were taken out to be employed in same place by our owner.we have to support uncle CPU to help him send signal to auntie TFT-monitor ( no gossiping plz :p ) . Here i would like to salute the the understanding between uncle CPU and auntie TFT-Monitor. They have always worked in coherence and they complement each other so well in-spite of the fact that they are not married to each other. Next notable employee is the hottie-cutie-singer err..... the speaker-system. She is responsible for creating the vibrant musical environment. All of us have to be supported by BIG-brother/Boss The UPS . No one moves without his support , for those who are confused , we run on power supplied by
him. Not to forget little pen-drive , uncountable creatures called CDs-DVDs they visit our place quite often. Ya new entrant, already a sweet friend of mine , The External-hard-disk . They say he has vast space under his possession which caught the imagination of our owner. Special mention to the chick "the head-phone". She has real dream figure no wonder it's a pleasure to have her in the surrounding...( i
know you are jealous of her..hehe ).Our owner calls himself "above0007" , real weird name but after all he is our master.

Coming back to our love-saga ;I was floored by your beauty , the elan with which you carried yourself. You were complex like all gals(no offence , han!!), but there did exist the beauty. I knew you were more capable than me , but our owner did trust me more when you and me had to perform similar work. Top secret, he was novice user then. These days , he relies on you more than me and rightly so , i am happy to
enjoy leisure and see you work. I knew you were impressed by my simplicity and my "cute-face" weren't you?...i can see you blushing (see , i know what you call my face ). It felt heavens when you touched me accidently, actually i had touched you, my weird working style can't work without moving weirdly. hey , do you really require
those many "keys"....oops...you call them ornaments. I know it's impossible to persuade you on this topic.You people just can't live without ornaments. Oyeee ...you look more beautiful with them....irony you were floored by my simplicity but you keep yourself so complex with ornaments. Another secret revealed , i love you more with all your ornaments.

Hey dear ,everything has been dream till now for us. We have spent countless number of hours working together. We are always within touching distance of each other , isn't this special thing all lovers wish.We are so lucky to have been made for each other. You know what,recently i saw a LAPTOP, another work-place. There i saw a crazy guy "a touch-pad" sitting next to a key-board.He calls himself cool
metraosexual "dude" as if he is a cold thing.I am relieved no touch-pad is there in our work-place and on top of that i have faith in you and in our love which is pure-for-sure.

Before closing: when we wish something strongly , whole universe conspires to help us. you and i both know, we wait for our best moment, that is when i get chance to touch my body with yours , but i need my masters support to do this. Master are you reading this :P......lolz .Ours is clearly a case of "manufacturer ne bana di
jodi" ( manufacturer created the duo ). May only new/sweet chapters are added in our love story.......i can say here "dance pe chance mar le ".....saga continues......"

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Words for aditi.....
you are special and i wish you keep smiling and get everything in life what you want.It's a privilege to know you and to be guest on your blog is like dream for me. Congratulations on reaching this milestone of 50 blog entrie; this may seem virtual milestone but happiness associated is real. Keep on spreading smile dear "
aditi..............:)" ( yes, if i am not wrong there are 14 dots in your profile name :P )

Neeraj (http://onceblogbyneeraj.blogspot.com/)

Raising a toast....for the 50th post!! :)

2009-07-07T05:26:00.000-07:00

I am on my 49th post, it feels really nice. I started blogging about 1 and a half year back, I used to write in my diary ealrier ...but then one of my friend introduced me to this amazing concept and I got hooked on to it. Initially I used to write rarely, but now that I have so many blogger friends I feel motivated to write more. I feel so good to express something here...so far no one has judged me or tried to give unwanted advice. All of you readers have been great friends. Some times in life, you know you wont be able to talk it out..thats when writing helps. Blogging is a wonderful habbit that I am used to now, and I never ever want to give up on it...at times, I might be busy and write less...at times I might be writing continuously!! But I will keep it going, because I really enjoy it. Thanks to the whole Blospot team, who make it so userfriendly and most importantly free!
But also, I am not so much into technicalities, so frankly speaking I dont even know how to post a name of a person which can lead to their blog :P I will learn it eventually. LOLz..
To celebrate my 50th post, I am going to invite a few blogger friends to post on my blog, anything that they feel about the blog or maybe nothing related to the blog...I hope you all will have fun reading those guest posts...

On this ocassion I would like to thank each and everyone who has commented on my blog and encouraged me to write more, at times disagreed with my posts and shared it frankly....love ya all!!
So do read the guests posts and leave your comments on the same....you all mean a lot to my blog and me!! :)

Something sweeter than Chocolate...

2009-07-01T00:43:00.000-07:00

She returns home after a stressful day and is looking forward to munch on some chocolate…!! As she opens the fridge and gallops down cold water hurriedly she notices that the Cadbury she was intending to have is no where in sight!
“Where’s the Cadbury!!!??!!” she shouts.
“I ate it!!” he yells in a higher voice.
“How many times have I told you to share? I mean don’t you listen, don’t you care at all!!”
“No…I don’t sis!!” Laughs wickedly
“It’s not about a chocolate …..It’s about sharing…GOD!!!” fumes and leaves the room…
As she sits in her room irritated, she spots a half eaten Cadbury on her study table with a note…”this time I remembered you…my dear sis!!”

My Dad Bestest!!!

2009-06-19T01:10:00.000-07:00

It’s also father’s day on my birthday this year!!! So how could I miss out on such a special occasion of writing something about my father!! I have always been gifting my mom, but dad I haven’t gifted that much, because he was away most times. When ever he was with us, we would do something special…
I remember one time, dad was coming home after a year I, my mom and my brother had renovated the whole house in 3 days…that’s it! We had changed wall papers; brought new bed sheets…table cloths…etc! He is very fond of all this, I mean he loves to have a beautiful house, also extremely clean and organized!!  Sometimes it’s hard for us to cope with this…but it’s amusing!
He has always been a guide, he never taught us anything, explained us the right things in the form of stories, even today if he wants to convey something to me, he puts it in a story and says it. He addresses us as his diamonds, in every single mail...and I love it! : P
He never said “no” to anything we wanted, once I was in a shop with mom and dad and we were actually shopping for my mom, but I (as usual) fell in love with this beautiful dress and I expressed it to them, with an expression as if I was okay even they didn’t buy it for me!! My mom doesn’t generally fall prey to my tricks, so she was very clear not to buy it for me….she knew I would not use it…..she knew me….and she was actually right, I dint need to buy anything actually. So we finally did not buy it, poor mom also did not buy anything for her! But then dad was observing me…my crooked face and fake maturity….so he just smiled at me and drove back to that shop and bought it for me!! My mom also laughed her heart out, when she looked at my pleased face!! :P
I haven’t seen a person who is
More Generous than him
More patient than him
More loving than him
More principled than him
More dedicated than him
He has beenan ideal son to my grandparents…they wouldn’t agree more too! Of course he is the best dad in the whole world!!! I love him so much and he is going to get two gifts, one of them too special….my mom is visiting him in Lagos this weekend …she will there for three whole months…..also we have sent a gift for him…..wont disclose now, he reads my blogs!! 
Love you baba….too much….more than you will ever know!

Laws in my life....:)))

2009-06-16T05:46:00.000-07:00

Actually I thought of this post due to Vinnie's posts of laws!! I really loved reading those and I realised somethings that happen in my life so often, like the order of it is predecided by a supernatural power!!! Haha....I am sure all of you must be living with such laws too....

1. Just when I get to know that we have just received the movie tickets I have been waiting for, my boss calls me and informs that I have forgotten a task at office and I keep on thinking about it throughout the movie :P

2. Just when I decide to shop something cool, I realise my waist is now 2" more than what I thought it is :P

3. Just when I invite someone for dinner, and start my prep in full swing one day in advance, they inform me that they cant make it.... :P

4. Just when I finally decide what to wear for dinner (after thinking over for an hour ;)) Amit tells me not to wear it...!!

5. Just when I grab a cup of tea and sit in front of my telivision, feeling blessed....there is no signal from the cable guy (I know we have a dish net but cant install it, bucause our land lady feels that the weight of its antenna will make the building go down!!)....damn!

6. Just when I decide not to ever fight with Amit,he says something I cant resist but fight!! :P

7. Just when I am about to send my composed mail, the internet seems to dose off!!

8. Just when I sit to write a post...I go blank!!

9. Just when I read a nice post by some sweet blogger...I feel, damn I could have written about this! :P

10. Just when I feel happy that my birthday is nearing, I feel a knot in my stomach....I always wanted to remain 18 you see :P

Hey all, You can share your laws of life too...its so much fun to write them and read too!! :))

Life is such a confusion at times!

2009-06-11T23:40:00.000-07:00

Sometimes life becomes so confusing, you have no clue whom to listen to, whom to respect, whom to love, whom to dislike....who is bad, who is good!!!
Who are we to judge anyone?? But is it so simple not to judge...is it so simple to not voice out against something you dont feel positive about!!??
Respecting someone becomes an issue.....you feel like no one is good enough to be trusted....everyone is nothing but selfish...then why do you have to be so good all the time....why cant i break the rules of the society?? Shout out loud and speak the truth....speak the right things instead of the sweet things....instead of the lovely false words!!
Is it so hard to be yourself?? Is it so hard to be true? Is it so hard to be not nice at times and still not feel bad....but we do feel bad...dont we???
Why is it so tough to become careless though you crave to be.....why is so hard to not think so much...!!
It feels like no one really knows anything....we pretend to know or just believe something others tell us to believe in!!! I want to be free of all this....want to be a free spirit...not anyone else's...only mine....just mine.......I want to watch myself in the mirror and love myself all over again....pick the pieces of me......join them and make them shine....I want to know myself.....I dont want to prove myself...I want to be carefree....
I want to laugh alone....I want to cry alone...I want to think only about myself....I want to be selfish....I want to be left alone.....I wont be lonely i know!

But its so hard.....isnt it??

p.s. I know this post wont make sense to anyone maybe....but I needed to get this out of my system...so do bear with me! I am somehow not in a mood to write about my fun weekend right now...i promise I will be my chirpy self again...need some time...adios!

Yippie!!!! (I cant think of any other title for this post!!! :D )

2009-06-05T01:24:00.000-07:00

I am going to Mumbai tonight!!! I know I am going alone, without my hubby dearest...but I know he will have a ball even without me (with his Games , soccer on tv and loads of sleep!! :P)
So, I am going to my hometown this weekend to meet my cousin who has come down from the USA, she is like my mirror...I mean we are the best of friends....and I am meeting her after three whole years!!!! Also, her youngest son...I will meet for the first time!! I am sorry for the exclamatory marks I am typing in this post....but I am really soo excited!! To add to the fun part...I am also meeting two of my friends after ages for a nice dinner somewhere!! We are going to be like talking nonstop....I havent had a girls night out for so long...and I am really really looking forward to this weekend....I am so thrilled guys...I am going to dress my best, I am going to eat lots of yummy food, meet the best of people I havent met for so long..I am going to have a kicka** weekend!!! :D

I ll post the fun I have the next week for sure!!! Yayyy!!! :P

My guest post...

2009-06-03T22:06:00.000-07:00

Hey friends,

I have posted a story on MsR's blog I would like you all to read.....here is the link

http://xpressive-silence.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-and-foremost-wish-you-more-and.html

Hope you all enjoy it.....:)

The ones who have read it on her blog, ignore this.

I am tagged.....10 things about myself...

2009-05-24T08:48:00.000-07:00

I am tagged by Ms. R!! Thanks dear!!I especially loved this tag because its giving me an opportunity to think about myself (which i rarely do!) I would love to share with you all, one little piece of something! Have you seen the movie "Nannies Diaries"?? Well if you have you will know what I am talking bout, if you havent..watch it!
There is one scene in this movie, where Annie (the main character)in midst of an interview realises that she doesnt know who she really is, apart from the the basics which even others know about her, she hardly knows anything about herself!!
I mean how many of us, really know ourselves very well?? Most of the times, we know ourselves through other's opinion. Sometimes we love something others say about us, so we believe it...at times we hate what others say or think about us so we keep wondering if we are really like that?? But do we know ourselves implicitly?? Can we ignore (actually ignore) what others think about us??
Anyways, I dont want to jhadofy philosophy here...so I better begin with the tag!!

1. I am an emotional fool.I hate it.(I am trying to change it too!! )

2. I love to pamper my loved ones. I do that very often!

3. I am a cry baby.

4. I love driving cars and riding my scooty!

5. I love to read. Nothing in particular, I like different things at different times!

6. I love Italian food.

7. I Love blogging very much.

8. I want to become a successful business woman someday.

9. My dream is to buy a nice sweet cottage in Scotland, live there amidst beautiful chirping birds and lush green trees, and eat delicious meals and deserts cooked by my imaginary old sweet cook!!

10. I am a good cook myself!! :)

Now, time to tag someone! I tag everyone who will enjoy writing about themselves....whoever wants to be tagged!! :)

I goofed up! :) :)

2009-05-21T11:57:00.000-07:00

Well well well, this post is going to be really long! (I am hoping its as funny as the real incident!! :P )

My boss handed me over the most boring assignments of all (degrading to me considering my experience and my degree :P ) but, I took it up, why? Because I did not have an option!! Recession has hit us, so you cant complain, keep thanking god that you still have a job which pays you!! :)
My task was to visit a huge campus of a Multinational Company, which consist of four buildings, named by continents (its weirdly funny because there are more than four continents , but apparently only four buildings, which leaves me thinking why in the world must have they named these building, "Americas", "Africa", "Europe" and "Asia")
So I actually had to visit all these buildings, each floor (that makes 25 floors!!) and mark the Fire extinguishers on paper, their type, weight , etc!! Being an Interior Designer by profession (a proud J. J. School of Art student...my morale was really shattered to do this kinda work) Thankfully my boss had been kind to me to have given me assistance! So we began our quest (I was trying to make it as interesting as possible in my head you see :P) on a fine morning. It took us two hours to get into the security system, the access cards and other formalities. Finally we were set and reached the first floor of Asia! It was about 50,000 sqft. of area guys!! So many people working, and amidst those we both had to go on and on, searching for fire extinguishers!! People were staring at us like we were some weird looking creatures arrived to disturb them, time and again I had tell them, "We are locating the fire extinguishers around all the buildings, to make a fire exit layout for you!!" We travelled Asia, and we were done for the day!! I mean i needed to go home, feel my home!!
But the next day, the so called quest began again, we finished touring America and headed towards Africa, in one of the floors in Africa, I realised that certain part of the floor, I was not able to access, so I approached the person in charge from their end to help me out, he informed that we would have to enter the fire exit staircase on the second floor to get to that secluded area on the first floor! Gosh I was sick!! I mean what the hell yaar...first of all I am not suppose to do this kind of work, I was speaking to myself, cribbing about the whole situation!! But then did I have an option?? We did just as he had said, and reached our destination, did our so called research and climbed down the staircase, opened the fire exit door on the ground floor, and basked out to get some fresh air!! I was relieved that the task of the day was finally over. Only one building remained!! We made our way towards the exit of the main campus....and my cell phone buzzed!! I picked it up, it was an unknown number. The voice spoke, did you just walk out of Africa from the fire exit staircase??" I promptly replied, " Yes we did, we...", the voice interupted mine," Did you notice that the fire alarm buzzed due to you!!"

I mean "Whhaaatt!!!", I said to myself! I was screwed up!! I could not find words to answer him, somehow with the battered confidence of my heart,I finally spoke,"Oh God, I am so sorry, really!! I thought they were disconnected! I caused a lot of chaos..I am really so sorry!" The voice broke out, "Well, the situation is under control now, I should have intimated to you.Anyways keep that in mind for the future!" and he cut the line.

After a little silence,I began laughing till my stomach started aching, till tears rolled down my cheeks...I mean, I had actually even managed to check their fire alarm system!!The boring and unwanted situation had suddenly turned into a hilarious one!! Though I was embarassed, I was somewhere happy too....:P I had ended up having a little pleasure mixed in work!! :)

Thats exactly when the little girl inside me becomes happy!!

Award time!!! :)

2009-05-21T11:50:00.000-07:00

Thanks Nikhil (aka Multimenon)for this sweet award you gave me, its my very first for this blog, and so it means more than words to me!!! You are an equally special friend and bro!! :)

Thanks again to Nikhil, this one is a step ahead, I mean you have given me the best title :P I love the glitter too...he he he...:) Thanks a million Bro!!

The Pink Orchid (aka Kajal) to recieve an award from you is the best thing that can happen...You write so well, I am your fan!! Thanks so much for remembering my comments and I feel great to have made you smile because of them!! :)
Love you!

Attempt at Fiction....dont know which number :P

2009-05-15T04:57:00.000-07:00

“Mama! Mama!!” little Radha screamed. “Mama, please don’t leave me…please!”
“I cant Radha, I have work to do! You stay here with aunty, you will be fine. I can’t be with you all the time! Don’t make it so difficult everyday!!” Shweta announced in a stern voice. Radha kept screaming and crying. Shweta did not have the time to turn back, she would miss her train!

Two Years Later,

“Bye sweetie!” Shweta smilingly said to her daughter. Radha dutifully said, “Bye Mama!” The next moment Radha was busy playing with her friends. Shweta called again, “Radha dear, stay well, I will come soon to pick you up! We will have ice cream in the evening! What say?”
“Okay Mama!” Radha said, while she was engrossed in dressing her Barbie doll with her friends. Shweta headed for the road, with tears waiting to fall from her eyes, she looked back, but Radha was no where in sight!

As Shweta walked away, she did not care about her train, just wished that her daughter would be a little sad to see her go!

P.S. Its my first attempt, I might be really going wrong :P Your are welcome to criticise!! :)

Just Like That

2009-05-14T00:28:00.000-07:00

First Of all I want to thank everyone for praying for my granny!!! She is improving and is home!!! Thanks a bunch all you sweet souls!!
Secondly, I was busy in a wedding of a very close friend, so dint write anything new....my fingers are scratching though!! :P
So I will write a post soon!! For now, here's some food for thought!!

Happy Mother's Day!!!

2009-05-05T04:35:00.000-07:00

Here's something I have penned down for my mother ...
Love you Aai!! (I am glad I will be with her on that day!!!Yippie!!)

"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet"

2009-04-30T00:42:00.000-07:00

I came across this quote and I saw Aaji Dada‘s image flash in front of me.
My grandparents. A super cool couple. Terrifically romantic. Blissfully enthusiastic. Adventure lovers. They had the energy at the age of 60 that we don’t even dream of having today! They enjoyed their life together, like no one I know.
Firstly, theirs was a love marriage, in the 1950’s it was a great achievement! Their stories of courtship are so cute, I mean there were no telephones, no vehicles (not everyone could afford vehicles then) no mobiles, no internet and yet they had the most magical romance! I mean today without the help of all this can we be romantic enough?? Technology has ruined the essence of romance! When I think about the thousands of times heard stories of their courtship, my belief that we aren’t even half as romantic as them gets stronger and stronger. The attitude with which they did everything was so miraculous!
Can you believe, dada used to accompany aaji to college every single day, not only this, he used to gift a Cadbury to her every time he met her…..I used to ask him, “Every time dada??” and he used to smile and agree! Once, while saying goodbye to aaji, dada gifted her a red rose, they were standing on the first floor corridor of her college, she coyly accepted it, but by mistake dropped it on the pelmet! Dada without a second thought jumped and got it back for her!! I mean in today’s world, a guy would feel embarrassed to do so, or he will be too lazy for this! (Only SRK or Imran Khan can do it in films.)
The balconies of their homes faced each other, and they would wave out to each other secretly with a red kerchief, that was their sign for love. They knew what love was, they knew how to glide in it, they knew how to let go and not be embarrassed.
After their marriage, they travelled so much, almost all of India and a few other destinations. Also every school vacation they would take us on trips. (The gang of grandchildren and also our friends)We used to climb huge mountains together, we used to stop by waterfalls and get drenched, jump in the rivers , enjoy a swim and stay in temple quarters with awesome simple meals. We used to travel by S.T. buses, because they wanted us to learn and explore the true world, not because they couldn’t afford it. They tried their best to show us the world through their eyes.
Theirs was a magical era. I would love to be born in their period and experience things the way they did, amidst tall shady trees, huge courtyards, the days without café coffee days, the days without internet cafes, and the days outside the window instead of inside it.
We have forgotten the real essence of love somewhere. I want to go back and find it.
My aaji dada, a couple who lived each day with passion and gusto!! I know life was easier than it is now (with the increasing population comes the immense competition and blah blah blah!!), but is it so impossible for us to discover the true realm of love and embrace it with an open heart, innocent laughter and secrets which only love knows!

Request to Pray...

2009-04-28T23:19:00.000-07:00

Dear Friends....My granny is very sick and in the hospital, please pray for her.
I am sure everyone praying for her will definitely create positive energy and help her get better....thats my belief ....thats all we can do.....isnt it?
She is a very jolly person. Very Brave. Very sweet. I love her very much and I am sure we all love our grandparents too much....so I am sure you all will pray for her good health..
Thank You everyone in advance....

He

2009-04-24T01:02:00.000-07:00

The intention of this post is not to balance my blog after my post about women. Its not something I am trying to make up for...I meant what I had said about women to the core...and I also mean what I have penned in this post.
Few friends had suggested that I write something about men too, but I did not want to do it for the heck of it, so I waited until the words were true and spontaneous.
Hope you all enjoy reading this one too :)

Sure,

Only he can forget to call her on time
Only he can worship soccer and munch on fatty food late night
Only he can party with friends and reach home midnight
Only he can be careless like he is a child

But,

Only he knows how beautiful she is from inside
Only he knows how to light up her smile
Only he knows when to be patient with her for a while
Only he knows how to handle her cranky moods at times

Only he can love her unconditionally without judging
Only he can try to understand why she picks up a fight :P
Only he knows her secrets hidden deep down inside
Only he knows how to boost her confidence and fill her heart with pride (for herself)

Only he knows what she sacrifices
Only he understands if she fails at times
Only he knows that he cannot be contented without her being around
Only sometimes he fails to let her know this exact same feeling

P.S. If we think beyond his desires to watch soccer, eat extra cheese, forget to call, etc…all we women will see is a very sweet man who is all that I have stated above. Isn’t it?
Also, all the Marathi audiences who are reading this post, please listen to a song by Salil Kulkarni and Sandeep Khare, its called “Nastes ghari tu jevha” It’s a beautiful song which portrays a man’s true and vulnerable love for his wife…it’s a very touching song.

You can't free a bird if it ain't gonna fly. You can't live a life if you don't ask "Why?"

2009-04-17T23:07:00.000-07:00

I know this post of mine, might be a bit too strong about my views and it might not be "okay" with certain people. But I really dont intend to hurt anyone's feelings at all, I just want to know an answer to my question.

The temple opposite my home, conducts a maha-aarti 4 times a day. Each one continues for about 15 minutes. They ring a huge bell which creates a loud sound of "Tang, Tang, Tang...!!" continuously while they do the aarti.

When this particular bell rings, I feel sorry for the Gods/ Godesses idols inside the temple. I mean, they must be confused....also a little irritated!
I dont want to hurt anyone's setiments here, but these things should have a reasoning, maybe they had a significance in the olden times when they had no watches and the only signal everyone had about the Maha- aarti was the bell's sound. But now in this era too, we go ahead with such so called traditions, creating noise pollution. One hour daily is something!!

I am a hindu. As a child I loved to be held high in my father's arms to ring the bell, whenever i visited a temple. At that age it was fun. But, as a grown up I have a question here folks, why do we ring a bell when we go the the temple?? . I mean do we intend to announce to the idols of God/Godesses that we have arrived to pay our respects! Cant that be silently done. God knows everything, right?

Hinduism is all about meditation, peaceful living, sound of OM, which is totally soothing and mesmerising. Its surely not about creating noise as if to shout out to the God and say, "Look I am praying, Please bless me with Money/ Job/ House, etc..."

(P.S. - Today we are being constantly reminded about increasing noise pollution, isnt this also contributing to the same? Just because its Godly, we dont point out at it?)

A matter of difference

2009-04-15T02:38:00.000-07:00

In this world, when the urban living is all about equality between a man and a woman, I would like to underline the difference between a man and a woman,
Isn’t she too special to be called an equal :P?
I mean, she can be a mother, a sister, a friend, a daughter, a wife…all at the exact same time. We all know he is all that too, but well, can he be all that at one time! No!! He will escape it and instead say, “I need some time alone please! “ :P

She works as a top management official in an MNC, but she never forgets to call her son to check if he has had his lunch on time. He instead knows his wife is taking care of everything…he just need not bother!

She is at home, tending to her in laws, attending regular guests, serving them snacks and tea, looking after her kids, their studies, their health, their food, he is there, he loves her, but he can live without thinking about all this because his wife is taking care of everything!

She is just married, ambitious, successful and smart. She has returned from office, exhausted and hungry. But still she has the love and the energy to make a nice meal (moreover what her husband likes) for both of them, no doubt he can take her out to dine or help her in the kitchen, but can he take charge and let her rest? Can he manage to cook the whole meal after his hard day at work….every single day? Instead he just knows she is there, to take care of everything.
There is a huge difference, between how a man thinks and how a woman thinks…..it’s only a wonder how she takes care of so many people around her, and manages to keep all of them happy. She forgets her happiness in the process, but smiles through it all. A woman takes care of your emotional needs ….
In a wife, hides a mother.
In a mother, hides a friend.
In a friend, hides a sister.
She is more than words can explain. She is a woman.
I am not saying that men are not capable, but it’s just that they don’t have it in them….maybe god wanted it that way…
My message to all the men who know such magical women is ...

Tell them how special they are...
Express yourself…
Don’t bottle up your feelings in your heart thinking there is no need for it to be told…
Say it aloud instead!
Say it again and again…is there any harm in it?
All you can do for her is this!
She will take care of everything else! Isn’t it?

Inspiration

2009-04-13T00:55:00.000-07:00

I generally dont watch reality shows, but when it comes to Dance India Dance on Zee Tv, I watch it whenever I get the chance and the time! Just day before yesterday I watched this amazing performance of Khushboo and Salman, they performed as handicaps, one of her leg was folded and tied up and one of his hand was tucked and tied inside his tshirt. They danced flawlessly. To watch them was too overwhelming, not just because it was a beautiful performance, but because the deep harsh reality of life was also portrayed strongly!
So, I want to write a post about a boy I met some months ago. My father in law was admitted to a hospital, while visiting him, I met a 20 year old boy, his name was Ramiz, he had met with a terrible accident. He worked in Mac donalds, in Mumbai and lived in Mumbra. While travelling home one day, he fell off from the racing local train and lost both his arms. Mostly he was on sedatives to stop the sensation of pain which he would continuously feel, but when he used to be awake and fortunately without any pain, I and Amit would chat with him, he spoke with so much confidence and conviction, that we would be totally amazed! One day we asked him what he loved to eat the most, with bright smile on his face and candid words spilling out from his mouth, he announced, "Maharaja Mac Chicken Burger!!" We all laughed together looking at him, and then told him that the next day we would gift him the same for lunch, he was elated and agreed!
When we gave him the burger the following day, his father obligingly smiled at us. Then opened it and fed his son lovingly. We wanted to pamper him more, nothing we did was enough for his inspiring soul.
Before saying goodbye to Ramiz, Amit gave him his visiting card and told him to call anytime he needed anything, he agreed and beamed.
We never got his call, he had his self respect in place though in most people's eyes he was very much pitied. I will never forget him. He taught me a lot, whitout even knowing it himself.
Thankyou Ramiz. May god bless you!!

f R i E n D s !!!

2009-04-09T04:13:00.000-07:00

Every day when I come home from work, tired, exhausted and stressed, I am still happy at heart….guess Y?
Because its time for F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It’s the best time in my life!!
My blues become pinks…..:P

When I see Rach (I love her the best) whine (very stylishly :P) the millionth time!

When Ross acts excited over the smallest thing in the world as if it’s the ultimate!!!

When Phoebs sings the most irrelevant songs making them awfully interesting!!

When Joey acts stupid without knowing it himself, three times in the same episode!!

When Mon goes crazy with her cleaniliness maddness every 2 minutes!!!

When Chandler (My Favourite)cracks his eerily funny jokes and freaks out big time if no one laughs!!!

They are my friends, I love them and I adore them, they make my ordinary

day extraordinary ….absolutely effortlessly!!!

Does it happen to you!!! :P (I bet it does)

Life mends itself sometimes.....

2009-04-06T02:14:00.000-07:00

On one hot sunny day, She was returning home from college, singing aloud in her heart , her list of favourite songs and dutifully window shopping, just when she saw a school class mate standing at the bus stop, she remembered the day she had harshly shouted at him, warned him not to ever talk to her again, embarrassed him in front of her whole class! Why? Because he had developed feelings for her!! She had been rude, but it was her age which was at fault. She had been only 14 then! Now it all came back to her and she felt sorry for this guy, he was obviously no more her friend and she was seeing him after 5 years!!
As she approached him, she made up mind to be cordial with him, she halted and said hi, smiled at him, asked him how he was doing in life, he was obviously taken by surprise, he answered giving her a slight smile. The she said goodbye and started walking again. She was feeling nice that she had repaired something she had never thought she would. Though she did not intend to be friends with him again, she at least had cleared her slate of life! She was nearing home now, a little tired and hungry…the thoughts of what must be cooking at home popped into her mind, and suddenly she heard his voice from behind her. She turned around, he was standing right in front of her, sweaty and panting, breathing heavily. She looked at him totally puzzled, finally he spoke, “Thankyou for talking to me!” He smiled at her and turned around, became invisible in the crowd, she stood there, like a statue, she was totally amused! She walked towards home….with an unfading grin on her face!

Somethings are never forgotten, because they just happen, you dont do them.

breathe a little....

2009-03-26T05:25:00.000-07:00

a dream is born....
a desire thus born.....
time passes...
efforts shine.....
pride knocks.....
dream is nearing.......
finally it is there......
to be rejoiced ....
but, it is forgotten....
for another dream....
hearts sinks.....
cribs forever.....
things mess up......

the dream was never lived....
the dream which was so special...
now down in the heaps....
of a cluttered mind....

dream a dream....
live a dream.....
take a breath....
smell the freshness....
sense the joy around....
then march ahead...
to dream again....
dont stop dreaming....
but also, breathe a little....
be happy...a little...
smile a little.....

I Hate Goodbyes!!

2009-03-24T01:45:00.000-07:00

Since a couple of days I am feeling low, first because my parents went back to Mumbai after their stay of a couple of days…this time they didn’t stay much, as my dad has to leave for Lagos soon….no time on hand….a very quick visit!!! Second because my neighbour also shifted to Hyderabad.
I know we have to face it….and it will be better….but today I am feeling low……I want to go home and get under a warm quilt and doze off to sleep for as many hours as I want instead of working my A** off in office!
Its one of those days…..when the world becomes gloomy to your eyes…..to your soul…..its a phase which will pass …..but its like….I want to live this phase too…..remember it……so that I can live the brighter days with more joy than ever….
I know maybe I am getting haywire with my thought….no control….no meaning…..
Felt like sharing the feeling (whatever it is) with all of you!!!

Fear or Faith

2009-03-06T00:29:00.001-08:00

I read Aditi’s post about devosanal atyachar; I was helped to write this post. Thanks AS :P
We moved to Chennai, away from home, but always proud of the fact that we got a house in a very posh area, Adyar. We were so thankful to the fact that everything was so near by, be it grocery, bakery, malls, etc. Though I am not a very religious person, I was grateful (more grateful were by parents and my in laws that there was a beautiful temple right in front of our house ;P) that due to the temple it always felt safe, there was security for the temple, there was a liveliness around the area. Whenever my parents or Amit’s parents praised our house, to anyone and everyone….the temple was the highlight of it all!! They were in awe of it.
Just a few days ago, it was the temple’s 15th birthday, that’s when we realized we were actually older than the temple :P . Earlier we had a notion that the temple was quite old! Well there was this huge board put up right next to the gate of the temple. It listed the time table of the ten days celebration programmes which would be held right in front of our house! I knew what was coming because as it is the temple celebrated innumerable days, by blocking our path to enter our home, we had to request the police to let us go inside the blocked “Temple Zone” explaining him with all sorts of actions that we lived inside! But this time it was even bigger than anything happened before. The following day I returned from office on my scooty to notice the Temple zone area extended till the end of our street. I somehow managed to enter inside, but to my amazement what I saw was ….there were thousands of people sitting right in front of our building gate. Some were sitting on chairs; others were sitting with a mat on the road. There were policemen patrolling everywhere. There was no way that I could ride my scooty inside my building! I asked the policeman, he instructed me to park it anywhere I could find place outside the Temple Zone! I got really upset. Well but I had no option but to listen to him, I parked my scooty at the nearest spot I could manage to grab and walked towards my building….I saw a plasma screen and a projector put up outside the temple for the people who couldn’t fit in inside the hall…a woman was singing classical songs loudly ….as I reached the main gate….there were people standing near the gate, some were sitting on it, some were taking support of it to stand. I went near them; no one even realized I intended to go inside! I requested in a very stern way (I know it was less of a request : P…but I had returned from office, also I was holding 3 carry bags, in which were vegetables and some grocery, helmet, my Tupperware Tiffin kit and my purse, it was getting heavy to hold minute by minute)
I reached the third floor, exhausted and irritated, unlocked my home…kept the bags on the sofa, drank some cold water, and called Amit to let him know….so that he got prepared for the situation he was going to face…:P What I strongly feel is people are welcome to celebrate anything and everything as long as they are not causing any inconvinience to anyone. Also, I am not against being religious, but going over board over anything is a bit too much……what I most of the times observe is that people visit temples more because of the fear in god than the faith. God is a friend not your boss who will give you promotions and perks if you are good to him…….god is more than all this….he is also inside your home….inside you too….if you wish to see him….you need to peep inside you ….not outside…

Quote

2009-03-04T04:03:00.000-08:00

“What most People need to learn in life is how to love people and use things ,instead of using people and loving things.”

I came across this quote....isnt it absolutely true?

Tit bits of the elusive past

2009-02-25T00:40:00.000-08:00

I wear my blue salwar kameez and look in the mirror, it‘s gift from my grandfather…though bed ridden wants to gift me something for my new acquired job….he hands over money to me and tells me, buy some nice dress for you. I say no need dada….but he insists…also informs, that if it costs more…he will give the rest happily, its just that he is not aware of the recent rates…I never tell him about it….but I buy a blue salwar kameez…not very expensive but beautiful…I show him, his eyes light up….after a year….he passes away….but that dress I wear with love for him in my heart…..it can never replace anything I buy…

I write…..I cook…I blog….I think of ideas for a business…I dream….i miss aaji…..my maternal granny….she tells me a story of a girl….i am 7 years old and i listen ........a story of a girl who looks pretty….she is smart and witty….she has a business of her own…has a chauffeur driven car……she walks on high heels….with a smart business suit …..talks with an unmatched command yet dignified respect for all in her voice……and then I ask her …who is she?….she opens up with a bright smile and exclaims….she is your future aduli……and I laugh naughtily….I already know it…I have heard the story a million times…..she dreams for me…..so I dream for myself…..I am trying to match up to her dream….though very far….attainable for sure…..I want to do it…not for me….for her….someday I will…..I will…and she will smile from heaven….show me a thumps up….

I am in fruit shop on greams road….sipping my juice…..I think of my dad…..I narrate to amit….my dad used to feed me the juice, do you know how…..he used to suck the juice and let it remain in the straw…then drop in my pouted mouth….isn’t that hard work…..only dads can be so caring…..I call him with moist eyes….he is in mumbai.......even though i feel like...... i cant meet him often.....I tell him I missed him while having my juice…he laughs from the other end…..chuckles and says I remember adu…more strongly than you do darling… he promises me he will visit me soon....

I am alone in my house….my husbands busy…..I am nervous for no reason…just a little sad …cant figure out why...maybe I am missing my aai…I think of aai…..one day I sat like that…a long time ago….she came to me and told me….I am not only your mother sonu….I am your friend too….I did not believe her ……she told me her stories….of her crushes…of her teenage….of her marriage ……of her joys …of her strength…..I now believe her….I tell her my stories…with no fear at all….she embraces me….holds me close…..doesn’t judge me at all…..she is my best friend even now…..I don’t call her….because she will call me…she will know what I am thinking…..telepathy works between us……the phone rings…..

Life and Adjectives

2009-02-10T22:31:00.000-08:00

Office was buzzing with voices of my colleagues and vendors who had come for some discussion. There is this guy, a carpet vendor; he is a typical marketing guy. Always remembers everyone’s name, always smiling and always trying to persuade everyone and anyone that his carpets are the best in the business. A very jolly kind of a character, we all start smiling when we see him entering the office. His voice is loud and strong and so we all instantly come to know that he has come!! Today, my colleague was trying to achieve a certain rate with him, this guy as usual was polite yet stubborn, and he was smiling yet witty. My colleague, irritated a little by his attitude, frowned and said, “Don’t use these adjectives, your adjectives are not going to get me convinced!” this guy replied instantly, “Oh…No Sir, adjectives make life interesting! How could I not use them!” and smiled hard again! My colleague finally couldn’t help but smile too!
But his statement made me write this post, it struck me so much! Isn’t it true? Adjectives make our life interesting!! We can make our life happier than it is by adjectives, we can make it lousy than it actually is, by adjectives. We express our feelings with adjectives; we disagree with someone with adjectives. Our blogs are all about adjectivating :P
For eg. If I want to say, “I am bored!” I would rather say, “I am incredibly bored!!” and that would reach out to everyone quickly!
If I want to express happiness, instead of merely saying I am happy, I would say, “I am ecstatically happy!!”
We all do that…..right! Our life has become vibrant and happening only because of these adjectives….lol..
Toh yeh post unn adjectives ke naam!!! :P

Scribbling thoughts....

2009-02-05T03:55:00.000-08:00

I don’t have much work in office today, so I am marveling about things which I don’t generally think about, but they are kind of so important ….actually!!! So here are the randomly reminded things I don’t know what I would do without…..
Tomato Ketchup…..I always wonder who must have invented the tomato ketchup, I love it so much…I mean it makes any snack taste better…doesn’t it? Be it Kanda bhaji or a burger. It surely is one item which blends well with Indian and western kind of cuisines!!
Maggi…….Isn’t it a life saver, though I love cooking and all….but I get bored too: P!!!! So cheers to maggi!!
Chai…….Like a blog I came across today, its called Chai aur Gupshup (in Marathi we say….chaha aani gappa tappa)! That made me think….chai is so refreshing, we I mean my family, can have chai at any time of the day or night …..I swear! : P
Remote …….remember…there used to be no remote controls for T.V., A.C. or Video cassette players!! Dunno how we managed to live….i remember….the youngest of the family members was always made to get up and change channels or the volume….and many a times it happened to be me :) So I am thankful we have Remotes now….
Camera…..My god...I cant imagine my life without a camera…I love clicking photographs….and we make memories alive by watching photos of old times….whenever the whole family sits together…there is one programme of watching photographs watched a million times earlier….but yet equally special…..isn’t it?
Mobile Phone……well……6 years before….i didn’t have one….actually I hardly knew about it…but now I cant live without it!!
My Data Card…..well without internet ….imagine…….the world would be such a limited space!
Movies and Music……more than a hundred years ago….a movie was first made……well….now we have so many ….and we all love them! Btw I am actually going for one today, Luck By Chance……hoping it’s a good movie……will write on it if I feel like …..Well…it’s the first time I have let myself scribble aimlessly on my blog……thanks to my fellow bloggers I am learning from them…..:)
I hope I am making sense with this one though…..am I?

Relief Finally...

2009-02-04T04:51:00.001-08:00

The blogger I had written about has now deleted all the blogs which were originally mine...so I am relieved, but just wanted to make a point here....we should do something about this, just a couple of months ago my friend Shubha also faced the same problem with her blog, we should all do something about it!!! Its plagiarism thats going on so widely......can anyone suggest me something?

What a copycat!!

2009-02-03T04:31:00.000-08:00

Hey People,
I came to a shocking realisation today! My own school mate, my class mate, actually my bench partner at one time had been copying my writing in my blogs!! Word to word, posts to posts, and I was really hurt because what I write is from the bottom of my heart and its about people I love to heights! Someone cant just copy it!
Well all I will say is she used to copy in school, and she copies even now, can you beat that!!
For your reference, I am forwarding all of you the blog she has created, please note that some posts might be her own. But many and I mean many are from my blog!! Also, the dates can be adjusted the way you want them to! I am not angry because someone copied my writing, I am angry because its my life that I have written so lovingly about, and someone just cant snatch it away from me! Here's the link to blog that she has created,http://merinanhipari.blogspot.com/ Those who have been reading my blog, will know what I am talking about. For others, just a piece of information. Just in case you want to refer my blog It is http://readmeout-aditi.blogspot.com/ I dont need to proove anything here, just that I wanted to bring to light her character.
P.S. Arshiya- I have now words for you, next time you do it, I am going to post another article here, so that everyone knows that you are nothing but a cheater.

The Girl.......

2009-01-29T01:25:00.000-08:00

Its been really long since I have written something, be it good or bad, convincing to my heart or not, I haven’t sat peacefully and wrote anything. My mind and my heart seldom work together, and only when they do I am able to write a little. My blogs have not been looked after by me, I feel guilty to have ignored them so curtly, but my mind is racing with other priorities which are equally important. My mind wins over my heart nowadays. In the past, my heart never compromised! But now it’s mellowed down. From a hustling and bustling river, it has transformed into a silent spectator. The process has been truly enjoyable but also slightly saddening. So, I thought I should write something about the person I was before; I am sure all the girls who are reading would relate to me joyfully yet with a streak of sorrow! This goes to all of us!!
I used to wake up to my mother’s voice, sometimes she would be complaining over my laziness, most times she would be caring, now I wake with the alarm on me cell phone to see my husband serenely sleeping beside me.
I used to wake up with the thought of what I would wear, which sandal on which dress, now I think of what to cook for our Tiffin, whether there is any vegetable in the fridge and whether there is dough for the fulkas!
I used to merrily get ready for college later office while my mother handed over me my Tiffin! Now I make my own Tiffin, pack it hurriedly, while I notice chores which are still undone!
I reach home with the thoughts of what to make for dinner; I make a cup of tea for myself and sit on the sofa with thoughts about the work lined up. My husband is yet to reach home from office.
I used to come home to talk to my mother about the happenings of the whole day, and also to a cup of hot steaming tea which my mother would hand over to me while I rested on the sofa!
I used to ask her, “Kay aahe aaj jevnat??” (What is the menu for dinner?) Now, I make my own.
From a girl who was a daughter, who was a carefree soul, I have now courteously changed myself into a responsible caring wife. These things are not unpleasant at all because I have Amit who cares and helps. He understands me and so allows me to get bored at times; we eat out when I am tired. On weekends, he makes tea so that I can enjoy it without entering the kitchen; every Saturday we go out for lunch or dinner, he listens to me with interest as I express to him how my day has been. It’s not all that gloomy, but it’s undoubtedly different! I love my life even now, but the girl inside me whines at times. And so, ‘I will keep the girl that I was, alive in me forever, and sinfully let her out sometimes because after all she was the person Amit fell in love with in the first place….isn’t it?

Ghanjini - a downfall of Aamir khan

2009-01-01T00:10:00.000-08:00

Finally I saw Ghajini, we really struggled to get the tickets, watched the movie from the first row!!But I was totally disappointed with the movie. I mean I adore Aamir Khan to death but that’s only because he is a thinking actor and not just because he is charmingly handsome. I couldn’t believe the loop holes in the movie were actually overlooked by our very own Aamir!!
I have seen memento twice, because it is so intelligently made, it took me real good time to understand every bit of detailing. Well its stupidity to even compare Memento with Ghajini.
Firstly, though I agree Aamir as an actor has performed very well as Sanjay Singhania, but throughout the film I felt like he had no real connection with any of the other characters in the film, for that matter even with kalpana, their chemistry is incomplete, their love is too kiddish & immature. Also very stupid! For example, kalpana calls Sachin aka Sanjay Singhania before he is supposed to leave for his Gaon, at 1. 00 am, she stands in the middle of some road next to her pink scooty with 1 lac 35 thousand in her bag! He meets her, they have their moment, he is so overwhelmed that he forgets to drop her till her door, looking at the dark night he obviously should! Forget dropping her, he doesn’t even hug her; they are a couple for God’s sake and are going to be apart for 10 days! Such detailing is expected from Aamir Khan. Secondly, if Sanjay Sighania can buy her a lavish apartment and gift it to her by tricking her, cant he make an arrangement for her to travel to Goa?? He travels to London in his private Jet while she has to board an empty train in the middle of the night, doesn’t he have a heart to ask her how she is travelling!!! When Ghajini ruthlessly kills (typically South style) Kalpana, he doesn’t ensure the death of Sanjay Singhania, leaves him alive, so that this movie could have been made!! LOL! Sanjay Singhania is not known by anyone, but still he is as rich as the Tatas or the Ambanis, what a shame! There are uncountable flaws like this in this Aamir starrer movie! I would have rather liked it more if it was a SRK or an Akshay Kumar movie, you know why! But Aamir…nah!!! Especially after TZP, it’s a total downfall for him!!
I don’t know why but there is nothing good about the movie that I can think of!! The songs are good, but could have been better! Asin is beautiful but at times overacts, or maybe her character is kinda too much excited all the time! Anybody could have replaced Jiah Khan. The vilian of the movie, I would rather remember him as Sultan in Sarfarosh, and not Ghajini. I would ask Aamir to make a great movie with his thinking brain so that it helps his fans to forget that he ever made such a stupid movie!
Aamir I love you but I am not dumb, you see!

Its time to Act

2008-12-06T22:43:00.000-08:00

The Mumbai terror attacks not only left me numb and petrified but it also awakened me like my fellow Indians. I was angry, frustrated and helpless in the initial stage, when I looked at the insensitive and silly reactions of most of the politicians and the blame game between the various political parties. Watching news made me furious at most times. But then after some days, I started thinking upon the issues we are facing in a more sensible and practical way. After the anger and confusion of emotions in your mind subside, emerges a solution. So I felt that this is the best time to write in my blog because only now will I be able to express feasible solutions and suggestions to one and all. I am not a big personality, I am neither rich nor elite, and not a celebrity, not a media person, but I am a young blood of this country which needs us now more than ever. I believe I can positively influence views in my own little way.
I have thought about this five point plan, for us to act now!
1. Stop blaming others. Self realization is most important. Change yourself. Stop paying bribe to traffic police to save yourself from heavy fine, stop paying bribe to acquire license, passport or any official document. We all do that, let us accept it. But if we all stop doing it, it surely will help.
2. Be alert always. Not only after a terrorist strike, but keep a watch all the time whenever you are travelling or even while you are at home, peeping out of your window. Don’t be hesitant to inform the police if you notice something suspicious.
3. Know your rights. We as citizens of this country are not aware of our rights as citizens. Our constitution is just a document for us. I think we should be proactive in knowing our rights. Let us carry out a campaign to create awareness of our rights so that we are not fooled by any political party. It’s my request to all the media channels and newspapers to come together and carry out such campaigns and make every Indian smart enough to know his or her rights as a proud citizen.
4. Politics is not a bad word. But here in India we use it when we want to degrade the situation. If in our offices, corporate spaces we hear some gossip we say “politics chal raha hai “. Politics as a word holds far more meaning than just be thrown as a negative adjective. Let the younger group of our generation know this. This field is meant for all of us. Even we can be politicians. A politician can be good as well. We have forgotten this. Thus we choose not to be a politician. Let’s take a pledge that we will educate our younger generation to take up this field so that there is a chance for good politicians to emerge in this mess.
5. Vote. We avoid voting because we believe there is no one good enough. But we need to change our attitude and cast our votes to avoid someone we don’t wish to be elected. Also educate the under privileged. Educated India will be a better India. If we all are educated, we will take up a better decision while voting. But our brothers and sisters who are not so lucky get influenced by many other factors when they vote. So let’s help them become educated. Again it’s my appeal to all the media channels and news papers to come together for this cause. We will support you.
I can only advice or suggest my fellow Indians. I am too young to advice the government how to handle this situation. Terrorism is a very complicated problem. I believe they will take the necessary action. But we as youth should think about tomorrow more than today. LET’S WAKE UP AND ACT. It’s nothing but a fight for freedom as it was many years ago, the enemy this time being corruption, illiteracy and carelessness.

C for Chennai

2008-07-21T05:32:00.000-07:00

It’s been 9 months since I shifted to Chennai post marriage. And I have discovered some intriguing, some sweet, some surprising facts about this peaceful city.
I have compared Chennai to Mumbai in all possible ways because that’s what you do when ever you unwillingly shift to some place you don’t like from a distance. And then your feelings mould in ways the city treats you! I have started loving Chennai for its peaceful nature, in no hustle bustle routine life, its superb green environment and for the Horlicks Mysore paak I eat at Grand Sweets in Adyar!

So I thought I should write something about this city I adopted few months back. Our home is opposite to one of the renowned temples of Chennai, Padmanabham Temple, it has unruffled atmosphere around and inside. I am glad we got such a warm and comfortable place to dwell.
Here are some facts about the city which you won’t know until you live here!

Even people owning a Mercedes wear a lungi not a Gucci!
Traffic Police use walky talkies and are very considerate at least to the non Tamilians, they are not corrupt!
Rickshaw Drivers never use the proudly fixed meters, instead they charge money on god knows what basis!
Every road is shielded with lush green trees.
Many people perform sit ups in front of the deity as a form of Namaskar. Though I keep wondering why??
Almost all the localities can’t speak Hindi, though it’s our national language.
People eat rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner, if not rice then something made of it!
Rickshaw drivers carry people to the temple, wait outside till the particular person does his religious chores which could take more than 25 minutes and drive them back! Of course they charge money but assuming the patience of a rickshaw driver don’t you think its unbelievable!
There are more varieties of “Dosas” available in Mumbai than here! Guess who invented most of them ;p
All I could learn to say in Tamil after all these months is “Tamil Teriyaad”; it means I don’t know Tamil!!!

While I am still enjoying my stay in this city, I will add to my list facts that intrigue me and share with you all!

I am Tagged!!

2008-05-22T03:41:00.000-07:00

Well I am tagged here by my cousin Nihit...actually lonnggg back....but never mind!
10 things I hate....phew....I ll have to give a real good thought on this!

1. Mondays ...I hate waking up on a Monday, I am sure many of you feel the same way!

2. Falling Sick for a long time....If I fall sick for a day or two I am having a great time, getting pampered my mom and now my hubby dearest...but if it extends.....I hate it :((

3. Staying Alone for more than a few hours....I am all excited initially if I have to stay alone at home...but within few minutes I hate it...:D

4. Rahul dravid....I know ppl might come and hit me for this...but I just hate him, his face is not a face of a winner.....he seems troubled to me all the time!! :((

5. Suneil Shetty.....I just hate to watch him! He is really dunb .....I know you all will agree!!

6. Interviews.....Though I have given many interviews till now...I am always shivering when the time comes!

7. Results.....I am more scared of the results than appearing an exam!

8. Himesh Reshamiya.....Who doesnt hate him...:)

9. Living away from home .....I am living in chennai...its not that I am not enjoying but am always looking forward to return ....:)

10. To lose something I love.....I am kind of a creless person and I tend to lose things...I can cry for those things for hours...and make everyone find it for me....I hate when it happens!!!

I have randomly written what rushed to my mind....ignore the order folks...;)

I tag.....
Nomad of http://diducee.blogspot.com/
Aneeket of http://aneeket.blogspot.com/
Shubha of http://chutkibharpyar.blogspot.com/
Messo of http://meesosweetandspicy.blogspot.com/

Sleepless in Seattle

2008-05-08T00:31:00.001-07:00

Today morning I skipped office and decided to laze around at home.
Most naturally I switched on the T.V. hoping that a good movie features on HBO and I got hooked on to ‘Sleepless in Seattle’. I was totally amazed by the movie.
It is so subtly and carefully crafted movie.
Meg Ryan at her best. She is lovely, smart & foolish at the same time.
Tom Hanks as always, too perfect to be true, yet predictably ordinary! I adore him to death!
The movie is not too great with the story or the dialogues, but it takes you away with it.
The song , “Togther like a wink and a smile” in the background keeps you almost numb and surely leaves you with moist eyes.
I loved the movie....actually its also got the typical hindi film kind of flavour to it too.... a remake of it would be a super hit ....Aamir & Vidya Balan would give justice to the roles I guess....what say folks...? Wish I had some money...I would make the movie....lolzz....
Well.....all I will say is....Go watch if you havent!

My First Meme

2008-05-04T10:15:00.000-07:00

1. Last Movie you saw in a theatre?
I saw “U Me & Hum”, it was again a copy of a Hollywood flick!!! And I kept thinking to myself, ‘If Shahrukh played the character of Ajay…it would have been a much better movie!!!” Hahaha…..

2. What book are you reading?
Well I am not reading any book currently….but I just finished reading ‘A thousand splendid suns’, by Khalid Housseni. It was an interesting book.

3. Favourite Board Game?
I love to play Carom!!! And cards too…though it isn’t a board game!

4. Favourite Magazine?
Well I don’t follow any Magazine to be frank, but I love to go through Woman’s Era, Femina and Inside Outside

5. Favourite Smell?
I would rather call it aroma or fragrance….hehe…..well I too love Petrol aroma o much that I feel like drinking it up!! And I like the smell of food….yummy food!!

6. Favourite Sounds?
I love the sound of Sonu Nigam’s voice!! And also Ghulam Ali Khan’s voice!
I love the sound of my husband’s voice.

7. Worst feeling in the world?
When my loved ones fall sick! That’s the worst feeling for me!

8. What is the first thing I think about when I wake up?
I think what sabzi to prepare in the Tiffin…hehe…

9. Favourite Fast Food Place?
In Chennai it’s ‘The Noodle House’

10. Future Child’s Name?
Well, I don’t want to disclose it so soon, because there is a lot of time before that happens! Hehehe…

11. Finish this sentence, “If I had a lot of money I would?”
I would decide it only when I get the money!

12. Do you drive fast?
Well I drive fast but safe too.

13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
No. Earlier when till I was around 12 years old, I had a stuffed rabbit to give me company in bed. Hehehe…Not anymore!

14. Storms cool or crazy?
If the storm doesn’t cause danger, then I feel it’s totally cool!

15. What was your first car?
Pre marriage my father bought a Maruti 800, Post marriage we are still to buy one!

16. Favourite Drink?
Pinacolada

17. Finish the statement, “If I had the time I would”?
I would do just what I am doing right now, because I do have time for many things even today, it’s just that I don’t decide to do things really strongly!

18. Do you eat the stems of Broccoli?
Yes, I do!

19. If you would dye your colour what colour would it be? It would be reddish brown!! But I am not so brave to try it…hehehe…

20. Name all the different towns / cities you have lived in.
Not many, Thane & Chennai

21. Favourite sports to watch?
I don’t enjoy watching sports, but I like to give company to my husband to watch cricket and football, when he watches.

22. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?
Hmmm….Laxmi is a very genuine person, very true at heart and caring.

23. Whats under your bed?
Nothing actually!

24. Would you like to be yourself again?
Yes very much, with a few corrected mistakes…hehehe…

25. Morning person or night owl?
I am night owl, I hate getting up early in the morning!!!

26. Favourite place to relax?
Home sweet home!

27. Over Easy or Sunny side up?
Both to be true, it depends.

27. Favourite Pie?
Apple Pie

28. Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?
I love strawberry and tender coconut!!! Wow!!!

29. Of all the people you have tagged, who is most likely to respond first?
I have no clue……really! Let’s wait n watch….hehehe…

I am tagging…..

Nishant Agarwal of http://specialpages.blogspot.com/
Aneeket of http://aneeket.blogspot.com/
Manpreet of http://meet-mann.blogspot.com/
Nihit of http://lvmk.blogspot.com/

'West View' - My all time favourite home!

2008-04-28T01:31:00.000-07:00

My great grand father and my great grand mother built a house in the year 1942. They named it “WEST VIEW”, we are still trying to figure out why they gave an english name to it, though this name has already made a special place in our hearts.
Indeed one of the most beautifully crafted houses that I have ever seen in my life. It’s more than 65 years old today. It has a huge courtyard around it, though my father tells me that it was even bigger around 25 years ago, some area around the edge had to be given the government for road widening. The courtyard even after widening offers a well around 35 feet deep, trees of Mango, Peru, Papaya, blue berry, mulberry among fruits and other trees like Ashoka, Gulmohar surrounding it!
To me till date it has been a treasure land, I was always amazed by the fact that I had a home like no one else had!! All my friends shook their head in disbelief when I described my house to them. They experienced the richness of such houses only at their native place. I was the only one who shared a lovely huge ‘old world charm’ kind of mansion located right amidst the buzzing city life!
I stayed there for the first eight years of my life, and then I shifted with my parents & my brother to my father’s company quarters. But we visited our old home almost everyday. It wasn’t far away. In vacations I and my brother would spend most of our time there. My grandparents always insisted that we all cousins stay with them in vacations. We had a gala time, getting pampered by our grandparents, getting to eat all the fruits which were very much grown in our courtyard itself. I never remember wearing chappals while playing in the courtyard, though it was rough! Playing chor police, treasure hunt, lagori, dabba aispais, thikkar, carom and cards kept us busy. The courtyard was layered with cow dung in the morning; my grandparents along with others followed this chore every Sunday. It was followed by breakfast of delicious Kanda Poha! The fragrance of the cow dung (maybe there are a few people who hate it, but I love it) was really freshening! And believe me it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, it’s rather a piece of skill! Every tree had a fencing of bricks around it. The bricks were painted with reddish brown colour (geru) and rangoli was drawn around it! The well never went dry or even close to getting dry; we used the water for washing clothes, utensils and a lot of times on a Sunday, a great plan to swim in the well would be made. Some would prefer to be spectators. I was one of them. I loved the splash of water on my face when anyone jumped in the well! Some of the fat ones who jumped were always teased due to the volume of water splashed by them! After a nice swim, all of us were more than ready for a wonderful lunch comprising of aamras (mango pulp) and hot round purees!! Wow!! My mouth is watering even when I am writing this. Those times were about togetherness, fun and carefree souls!!
After we grow up everything seems to change, and though we keep feeling bad for it, we happen to be helpless!
The house is still the same even today, looks deserted in a weird way, as if it’s sad though. The trees have almost stopped bearing fruits, because there is no excited eager bunch of kids who want to eat them. The courtyard is not layered with cow dung in ages! My parents did their best to make it look like it used to look back then for my wedding in November 07. It looked really stunning, as if the house was peeping out hard and whispering to us, “I can look beautiful again!”
Now our salient home is about to be demolished and a new tower is going to rise in its place. Though this truth is too disheartening and disturbing to face, it’s also very necessary considering other factors. So this post is my little way to thank my great grand parents, who built such a breathtaking house and to my grand parents and parents who nurtured it to the best of their abilities, till it was in their hand.
But the thought that our generation didn’t do anything about it will always make me restless forever.

Dada

2008-03-25T02:32:00.001-07:00

Yesterday while peeking into Sanket’s album I saw a picture of my grandfather “Dada” (that’s what we all call him).In the photo Dada was smiling, the smile was saying ‘I know everything’. It was a smile of an old man who knew he was going to die, though he never left hope.
My mind was not moving ahead with the next pictures, that photo was so mesmerizing that I couldn’t help thinking about him. Since he has died, I have never let my heart think a lot about him, because it makes me cry. I just shoo the thought away if it sneaks into my mind. I can’t be brave enough for that. But the photo made me stay with his thoughts; I could feel his fragile body which was once so healthy that everyone envied him. He never fell sick for around 80 years in his life, he cured himself if he felt something go wrong with his body and the next day it would be just perfect! But at the age of 80 he fell sick, never to be fit again. He suffered severely for a year and then gave up….actually he didn’t give up, death must have given up and Dada must have smiled at death and said, don’t feel bad…am coming with you, I know its time.
He stayed with us for a year before he died. So the bonding between us had become stronger than ever. I remember feeding him liquids, while he begged not to. I remember taking him to the hospital while he pleaded not to. It was terrible to face such miserable situations in life, where you can’t stand brave yet you can’t run away too!
I cannot forget one instance when he was in Lok Hospital, he was in ICU for 15 days, his body as thin as linen. We couldn’t be with him all the time, though someone of us would be waiting outside, we couldn’t be close to him. We visited him when he was awake. The meaning of being awake to him had become realization of pain, he would keep whimpering, trying to explain how it hurt but lacked the energy to even speak. That day I wanted to meet him, touch him, so as soon as the nurse agreed to permit, I hurried towards the door, tossed my sandals away and went in. There he was to the right on a bed, to my surprise he was not only awake but he was spattering a few words also. The doctor was feeding him through the pipe in his throat. The doctor signaled me and asked him, “Who is she?” (Kon aahe ti?) He replied loudly in a clear voice, “She is my grand-daughter!!” (Majhi naat aahe ti!!) He said it with a sense of undying love; he wanted to convey so many things with that one statement! He wanted to let us know that he misses all of us, he wants to be with us, he loves us, he is bored of the hospitals and innumerable machines attached to his body and wants to be free! As I heard these words, I touched his forehead and I nodded with a smile! I pressed his head for a while, waiting for him to sleep. Going away while he was still awake was the hardest thing I could have done! As I pushed myself away from him leaving him alone with strangers, I clinched to my father and almost screamed with helplessness and dying hope. I felt belittle.
I loved him very much and I still love him. The difference being that I love him more now because I miss him too. He is everything that I would love to become someday. He motivates me even when he is not around. I feel his soul dwell in my home and I feel blessed. Love you Dada

2008-03-17T05:40:00.000-07:00

I came across this piece of writing and I couldnt help myself from sharing it......so heres something I loved to read and it struck me hard...its an awakening to all......trust me.....

Easy is to judge the mistakes of others .....Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking ......Difficult is to refrain the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us........Difficult is to heal the wound...
Easy is to forgive others ..........Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules..........Difficult is to follow them...
Easy is to dream every night........Difficult is to fight for a dream...
Easy is to show victory......Difficult is to assume defeat with dignity...
Easy is to admire a full moon.......Difficult to see the other side...
Easy is to stumble with a stone......Difficult is to get up...
Easy is to enjoy life every day......Difficult to give its real value...
Easy is to promise something to someone.......Difficult is to fulfill that promise...
Easy is to say we love......Difficult is to show it every day...
Easy is to criticize others......Difficult is to improve oneself...
Easy is to make mistakes........Difficult is to learn from them...
Easy is to weep for a lost love......Difficult is to take care of it so not to lose it.
Easy is to think about improving......Difficult is to stop thinking it and put it into action...
Easy is to think bad of others.........Difficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt...
Easy is to receive........Difficult is to give
Easy to read this......Difficult to follow
Easy is keep the friendship with words.........Difficult is to keep it with meanings

Chennai Morning!

2008-03-10T04:02:00.001-07:00

“Chennai is so hot January end onwards, you both are going to have a tough time!” was what everyone was saying to us in a teasing tone when we moved to Chennai post marriage!!
But look at the climate here…..I am loving it in Chennai right now. It is raining since two days and its just lovely to look outside the window or stand in the balcony or to ride my red scooty all alone on the damp roads.
As I rode my way to my office today my mind was filled with only admiration for my new hometown, the wet green trees, the coolness due to the rains mixing tenderly with the breeze unmistakably bringing a smile on my face, the wheels of the vehicles on the road were squirting the yellow leaves fallen from the trees haywire, everyone walking around with pleasant faces.
It was purely a magical morning.
A back answer to all of them who think Chennai is unbearable hot…this year it rained in January, in February and also in March!! Am loving it you see…;)

Best lesson from the worst incident.....

2008-03-10T04:02:00.000-07:00

It was 17th February 08. It was a Sunday. It was 8.30 pm. And we were excited about our upcoming trip to Mumbai. We were shopping….listing things which were still to be bought and the things we had already purchased. We actually could not contain our happiness!! We were on the bike traveling from one shop to another! Amit was humming a kishore song while I rested on his back listening to his voice and thinking of the fun we both were going to have in Mumbai! And suddenly I felt my body falling down to the left. I looked ahead with terror in my eyes and I saw a car right in front. It hit us from the right and we both banged to the floor. The bike fell too. I was crying loudly. Yelling actually amidst the tears. I was in a state of complete shock. What has happened?? I was asking myself.. I was blank! I saw Amit jump up as instantly as he must have fallen down. He came running to me. He was almost on the verge of crying. Yet he stood there brave. There was blood on my right knee. My jeans had torn. There were people around us. We both had never ever felt so lonely ever before. The people were really helpful. They bought me a bottle of water, helped me sit in the Autorikshaw. And Amit and me were on the way to some nearby hospital. I was crying and crying more. Amit was trying to fold my jeans up so that he could see what had happened…but I was too scared to let him touch!! And I would plead not to touch so he would feel really sorry and squeeze my hand tightly. He couldn’t talk too. We reached the hospital. Someone brought the wheelchair. They placed me in it and took us to some room. There was an x ray machine. And they asked me to sleep on the bench attached to the machine. The doctor available at that time suggested that we take an x ray first to see if there is any fracture. I lied down while Amit consoled me. I suddenly looked at him and asked him if he had hurt himself. He fortunately hadn’t!! We both waited while they came in for the x-ray. I collected all the courage lying around in my heart and folded my jeans up till the thigh and there it was! My knee was cut. I could see flesh and I felt numb! It was such a deep cut…oh god! I was terrified of what was going to happen. Amit was telling me in a sharp voice to not look at it. But one sight of it was enough for me to fall flat back. The x ray was done and to our fortune I dint have a fracture!! It was a relief.
An orthopedic doctor was on his way they told us and we waited. With ice placed on my knee to make it feel numb. Now the story was upside down. While we waited there silently Amit was losing it. He was trying hard to stop his tears. I was not crying at all. I was consoling him. I was telling him not to cry, that I felt fine now, much better. He would say okay and again after a few seconds there would a tear in his eyes ready to pop out! It was so hard for both of us.
By the time the doctor arrived I was given 2 injections. One on my wrist and the other on my waist. These injections were to stop infection to spread and the other was to reduce the pain. But the worst part was that the injections pained even after they were given. Maybe the trick was to increase the pain of the injection and divert my mind from the knee. At least that’s what I thought at that moment.
After the doctor arrived he said he would have to give a local anesthesia and clean the wound first. Two stitches would be needed to help the wound get better. He said that he would give some injections in my knee….and I was petrified! Oh God what is happening…I would ask myself. But I had no option but to listen to the doctor. He began. Amit was telling me to squeeze his hand tightly if it pained. And I nodded. The first injection pricked me hard. And I shivered. Shivered more….cried. I was shivering the whole time he operated. By the time it was done I had taken 4 injections & 2 stitches.

Finally the doctor said, it’s done. He insisted that I get admitted because there were line of intravenous anti biotics to be taken ahead but we pleaded that the treatment we would continue in Mumbai. So he agreed. I was trying to smile because I thought it was over now for the time being. But the doctor informed that there were still three injections to be taken. One of them intravenous and the other two normal and I almost fainted. I screamed as they pushed in the needles one after the other. The intravenous injections are demons actually!! Finally it was done!! Done for the night. I had to be given intravenous injections for three more days, three times a day. That was awful and I felt nausea gripping my throat and total weakness within my body. I kept telling myself that I could be brave and that it would be fine.
And I was placed on the wheelchair again. Doctor warned not to walk, take complete bed rest for at a week at least! We nodded. Amit’s friends waited for us. It was 12.00 at night. We reached home. His friends were gone. And we both were alone. Amit gave up. He had been waiting for this moment. He cried in my arms, loudly. Just like a small child would cry. I cried too. No one consoled. We knew we were lucky enough to escape something major which could have happened.
This incident brought us closer to each other than ever before. I always used to tease Amit that he will understand my importance only when I won’t be around and he warned me not to say that ever again. He kept saying that he had suddenly had a glimpse of something terribly ugly and he did not wish to think ahead.
He wanted to rejoice and so did I.

Music...........ummmm.....

2008-03-10T02:47:00.000-07:00

Rewind with Music.Try this.
Just the other day I was listening to the song ‘Making love out of nothing at all’ and I flew into my past…when I used to chat with Amit. We used to chat on the mobile for hours together. The whole bunch of those sweet and sour days mingled in my mind. It was like I was watching a movie in which I and him played the lead roles and the song was the director. That song did wonders. It actually rewound a particular time in my life which I can relate to strongly with that song because I used to listen to that song a lot around that time!
When I listen to the songs of Dil Toh Pagal Hai…..they take me back to my 10th standard year…..they take me back to those times when we all so called 10th standard grown ups used to watch this movie again and again…..the songs were by heart known to all of us!!
The fun we all had at that time was flashed back into my senses.
When ever I listen to the songs of Mukesh……I go back to the time when I and my brother were young and we used to travel a lot with our parents in our Maruti 800. My dad used to play these songs which I did not enjoy much back then…Me and my brother hardly listened actually…we were busy giggling and teasing and having fun. But now when those songs are played anywhere they automatically take to me to that period of my life. Its so wonderful! I don’t even have to close my eyes or anything…..open eyed yet not looking ahead…I am enjoying peeping in that time of my life without any efforts….!!
Does it happen with you folks?? The songs lyrics may not even be relevant to your life or any situation particularly…..just the feel and the tune and the mood of the song gives your emotions a lift! Its absolute FUN…..:)

Glimpses of Married Life.....

2008-01-22T23:15:00.001-08:00

It’s just about waking up together……….. Planting a kiss on each others cheeks…….Making each other wake up to avoid getting late at work……….Cooking fulkas for Tiffin and calling out his name to show him how they fill up with air to become round balls on the flame……Flinging mustard seeds on hot oil and hearing the pit pat sounds from a long distance in apprehension……… to hurry up in getting ready and then wishing not to go anywhere……. Speaking to each other from office like we haven’t met for really long………. Sharing our views on the taste of the Tiffin sabji on phone……. coming home to each other...…Being in a warm hug after a hard days work……. Asking him what he would like to eat for dinner and cooking just that…….Chit-Chatting after dinner till the plates go dry……… Waiting for the weekends and planning for them…….. Waiting for weekends and deciding not to make any kind of plans on the weekends…….. Watching back to back movies with cups of hot coffee……. Calculating the expenses and checking if we are on track….. Inviting everyone so the house buzzes for a while with more voices……. Dusting and cleaning the house together with a lot of fun….Cooking nothing when bored, ordering a pizza instead…….. Lazing around in the house with no particular task……Holding him tight on the bike and talking loudly so that my voice reaches him through his helmet…..Him wondering how I can talk so much throughout the day……….Discovering always amusing at times irritating habbits about each other ……Getting up on a Monday morning and wishing hard it was a Sunday………Isn’t it blissful!!
Married Life is all this and more ………this one is especially for the ones who want to get married and also for the ones who don’t!!!

Its Life….

2007-12-10T02:16:00.000-08:00

It’s been so long since I have written something and my mind is restless to pen down its newest experiences again…. :) So here I am!
I am married…..it’s easy to say and tell everyone…“I got married…” …or “I have shifted to Chennai post marriage!” sporting a broad smile on my face…..“ I got a transfer from my Mumbai Office, so it’s really nice….!”
But when it comes to living it day in and out, it isn’t a cake walk! Though I am enjoying every bit of married life and it’s lovely to see my dreams coming into picture yet it’s difficult when you have to live, in an altogether different atmosphere…..
With the pluses of goodies come the minuses of homesickness! I had never imagined that my life will change completely…….rather it actually won’t be the same ever!!
In Chennai …in my dream house which I share with Amit I am having a ball….but outside when I am without him, I realize I don’t have a life of my own, I have to make one! I will have to change the faces of strangers into familiar faces! I will have to make the unknown streets my own…..I will have to do all sorts of actions in a shop even to buy a potato smasher! Making friends at office will seem a distant possibility. I will have to sit dumbly while they crack jokes and chit chat in their own language which I cant even make an effort to understand….forget learning! Funny though it is, it is also upsetting….
I tend to miss my life back then even more when all this gets on to me! The days when office life was fun, shopping was easier; streets were my own….in totality life was smooth!
Life is full of surprises….how true it is! It can take you to a place where you never thought you would have to go. It can make you do things you never ever dreamt of! But if you accept every experience as a learning one, and take it in a right spirit then life becomes much better.
For sure you need someone to share your difficulties with, to understand your psychology, to help you be what you were before and turn your difficulties into possibilities….I am thankful I have Amit.

Love is .....

2007-10-17T12:00:00.000-07:00

16 days to go…….and the most waited day will arrive in my life! My wedding day is here! The wonder years of courtship are ending…..the best time any couple can enjoy is when they are in college, carefree and untouched by responsibity! They create their own world and can stay there without any fear…..they make bubbles of dreams and blow them with soft blows ……..hoping that these dreams fly high and come true………..they are in bliss!!
Just some days ago I read a blog where a friend had written about love. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking and pondering those days when I and Amit had the best time of our life. We both were carefree college goers actually bunkers….to be right!!
There are stages in a relationship….when it is fresh and new it has its charm …..but its not yet steady…..its still to survive many ups and downs…….the talks are about which movies can be watched….which restaurant is new…….which coffee shop is cool…..what time will we talk next….when will we meet next and where will we meet next……….
When the relationship grows with more faith in each other ……mincing the insecurities….it shines….its stronger than before………the talks rise to a different level……the talks are about studying further……….talking about funding the same……….talking bout the wedding plans…..talking about where to settle……….and more importantly ….. settle financially….of course that doesn’t mean the romantic talks end…and one is missed less….or more….its just that the priorities change…..you grow up!
I and Amit are towards the end of the second stage and just about to venture into the next stage which I would be able to share only after I live that time……

Of course this is my view point …….opinions may differ……but the magic of love remains…the essence of it stays…..and the world becomes a much better place to live once you have found love and learnt to cherish it. And also keep it fresh even if it’s very old……it should be like wine…..the older the better…

Now that I am getting married to the man of my dreams………I am looking forward to an adventurous and power puffed yet subtle and romantic life ……

........Thank You.........

2007-10-01T02:48:00.000-07:00

Thank you all for your cheering and inspiring comments on my very first blog.
It feels great to be appreciated by friends! So heres something more that I have penned down…..again about something we all feel universally about….. our experiences being different, undoubtedly!

It’s just unbelievable how our mind works. It can take you back to your childhood and also travel with you to your desirable future!
Just a few days back, I was sitting by the window looking at the road. I spotted a bunch of teenage folks passing by. [I consider myself elder to them by great effort though:)]They were so lost in themselves, laughing on jokes which only they understood, teasing each other with some wacky names, roaming around as if they had all the time in the world! I suddenly felt an urge to behave the same way as them. My mind went back to my college days……and I found myself peeping in those times.
My college had an old world charm…..J.J. School Of Art. The massive stone building, the porch where we spent half of the day giggling and gossiping, the old benches sitting on which we evolved as designers, everything was picture perfect! The road which led to the huge stone structure of our college had trees shielding it from both sides giving coolness to the entire atmosphere. Intriguing sculptures of legendry artists were displayed around the college campus!
The steaming cutting chay and dosa with the watery sambar from the canteen, bunking college for movies, escaping early from college to shop dutifully at the fashion street, not sleeping night after night for finishing college assignments , flaunting false daring in not completing the assignment and then crying in front of the professor for few days extension, the ever rising tension when exams encroached near, the confused yet consoling faces on the day of the result, the overwhelming feeling on the last day, promising each other that even if we don’t stay in touch we will invite each other for our weddings undeniably!! Oh Yes!!
That thought brought me back to my senses, how could I have forgotten promises made so loyally! My wedding is just a month away, I have to find my friends, whom I have lost touch with. Invite them for my wedding without fail!!
Those carefree bunch of teenagers had actually helped me recollect my wonderful past which I had carelessly forgotten.
That’s why I feel……our mind is powerful yet subdued, its vulnerable yet strong, its lost yet found………..isn’t it?

Beautiful Thoughts

2007-09-30T03:09:00.000-07:00

It’s raining really heavily. I am sitting in front of the computer. My mom is in the living room. I don’t have any idea what she is up to. We have had our usual fight over something one of us has said. Well, something I have said and it has hurt her. I have said sorry. I mean it when I say it. Otherwise I don’t say it. I hope she knows it. But still both of us haven’t made any attempt to try and make a conversation with each other. The medium, through which we usually do have it, is out working at a gym! That’s my brother, younger to me. He is a sweetener when mom and me fight. He drives the aggressive vibes out of our minds at least for a few hours! So I am wishing that he were here! I wish someone else were there too. My dad. But he is in Dubai earning money so that we can live, the way we want to. I miss him especially on such days. He mostly takes my side, of course when I am not very wrong. Now let me come to the point! I think usually about anything that happens around me. So I thought why not think about such days when it doesn’t work out the way you want it to! Are such days really necessary!
Then I realize yes they are, because they ultimately pile up in our mind to become memories. Memories that later bring smile on our face, maybe sometimes they make us cry too but so what. They happen to be our treasure. They help us live a beautiful life. And nowadays I tend to think everything in a different perspective. When anything happens in my house I say to myself ‘I wont see this happening once I am married.’ So I take it as a compliment. I know I will miss this life very much. The life, which I am living with my mom and my brother. Dad comes only once in a year for a month. Of course we have fun that time. But I have actually not experienced a routine life with my dad since 3 years. But all the things aren’t in our hands. I miss him though. But that’s a different story! My life is all about coming home after my class and finding mom in the kitchen cooking something for us, my brother playing guitar and asking me to sing, my mom checking on me so that I don’t talk for long on phone, hearing her voice when she asks me to return home sharp by 9.00 p.m. when ever I go out with Amit (my boyfriend), me and my brother fighting over a TV channel we want to watch, arguing about who will make the bed at night, troubling each other unnecessarily, teasing mom if she calls up dad without letting us know, also my brother insisting me to fold his shirt and asking me to massage his hair. And most importantly opening up the wardrobe and finding all the clothes neatly lined up, who else mom! There are so many things, which are too simple to write but too precious to not write! They make my life complete. And though they are routine for me today they will be unforgettable amazing memories later! Each and every incident in my life is a treasure, which fills my bag, and I shine more and more as I live.
As my mind floats over such thoughts I hear my mom calling me for snacks! And I know everything is back to normal, of course my brother is home too busy munching on the snacks already calling out my name to accompany him! I simply smile contently as I notice my bag shinning a bit more than a few hours back!