The Ring Master

A very strange thing happened today….you see four years ago my mom had given me two rings one pearl and other emerald. the purpose of these rings was unknown to me at that point of time. She had asked me not to remove those two ( she feared that I’ll lose them ) and if I had too then I should keep them in Pooja ghar(so that they don’t ‘loose’ effect)

Last year I came to know that pearl was for my health and emerald for success(actually I thought pearl was to control my temper)….now I had real suspicions about effectiveness of these two as health wise I am regular feature at hospitals nearby and success………. Well……. let’s not get into that (touché)

Anyway….tired of those two hulking rings I stopped wearing them about a month ago…….and about a month ago started this server cold…see I am not superstitious but I had this lingering doubt…so today I wore them again and wohaaaa I haven’t sneezed since morning …and this IS a rare feat (hubby and any one sitting beside me would vouch for this) and my nose also feels better …I can breathe from my nose (this deserves a special mention )

So I have planned to wear rings for another a week and see if I get any better (hopefully that will spare me from another doctors bill)..

Only when a year ends that we realize how quickly time has passed…every year teaches us some lessons….it gives certain memories to be cherished and some forgetful ones. Every coming year brings hope and uncertainty…… I don’t know what next year has in it….but i want it to be a healthy and happy year for my family…with this I finish the last blog for this year….so guys see you next year………Have a very happy new year
-ciao

PS -: I know last post was supposed to be the last one ;)

The Ten commandments

As kids my sister and I loved to recite this poem we learned in class 5 ...it goes like…

TIME, you old gipsy man

Will you not stay,

Put up your caravan

Just for one day?


All things I'll give youWill you be my guest,

Bells for your jennet

Of silver the best,

Goldsmiths shall beat you

A great golden ring,

Peacocks shall bow to you,

Little boys sing,

Oh, and sweet girls will

Festoon you with may.

Time, you old gipsy,Why hasten away?
~Ralph Hodgson

time really flies….as a kid I wanted to grow up asap because I wanted to be on my own…to do ‘things’ grown ups did….that reminds me of another poem my sister taught me(she does have a flare for poetry) ..............I don’t know who the author is


Grown ups ,grownups, grown ups
The world is full of grownups,
Grownups here and grownups there,
Grownups, grownups, every where
They are strict, they are stern,
They are shrewd, as well as firm,
The chide you and nag you,
They admonish you too
And when you are with them,
You don’t know what to do.
But still, I have a feeling that,

grownups are appealing
Could we get the love and care,
If grownups weren’t there

With my current blogging speed looks like this is last blog of 2010…a year very special for me… …. So with new year are my new resolution(s) (PS - i dont even remember the resolutions i made last year hence i am joting them down)

Well…there are couple of them…precisely….Ten
a. I’ll control my (usually flaring) temper
b. I’ll resume jogging/excising ...since I am FAT now : (
c. I’ll learn at least one thing…like driving… :D

d. I’ll make dal bhatti once (on my own) for hubby dearest…. ;)
e. I’ll plan a trip to US to meet laddu and kishi mishi…. muhaaaaaaa
f. I’ll try and be constructive (keeping all my destructive tendencies aside)
g. I’ll not vent my anger on ma ,hubby and di (basically everyone)
h. I’ll not be a lazy bum …. :P
i. I’ll retire all my old(and cherished) clothes as they need some rest now...bhu bhu
j. I’ll stop watching useless movies and serials…. ;)

So everyone…I wish you a very happy and prosperous new year…….have a great year ahead with loadza fun and frolic….May all your wildest wishes come true (including yours di, 100 million dollars :P ) HAPPY NEW YEAR ..ciao

truly yours

My dear throat infection,

Ever since I remember, you have been an integral part of my life…not a single month has passed without you visiting me. I and you have had janam janam ka nata …….tera peecha na mein choduga…tera mujhe se hai phele ka naath types relation. The allergies that you have given me as a token of your love is something I will have to cherish thru ought my life.

As a kid I never minded when you visited me….as it gave me some ‘respite’ from school ,I got to sleep more and study less (or not at all) without worrying about studies. Not only Ma but Di showered me with all attention and care for that time.

Later on when I was engaged you even made hubby dear worried because of your ‘closeness’ to me. Although after marriage you left me for some time only to come back.

This ‘relationship’ is taking toll over my health. I already have lost 5 leaves just because u were with me and now I cannot afford to lose anymore. Every time I travel or want to have ice cream dread of you coming back haunts me…I have stopped having cold drinks because of you…… I fear visiting places where even minute hint of your existence is present.

So dear ….i think now its time….time for you to leave me forever….i hope you would understand my concerns and would cooperate.


Truly yours
Me

humpty dumpty had a great fall

My dearest bloggy here I am after such a loooooong gap and I missed you soo much….here we go

Week 1: ma left so I was back to routine which was returning to an empty house(worst), getting up early(yuuuukies), worrying about everything from food to house….no one to talk too till 10pm (hubby’s home coming time)

For the time ma was with us I was back to my ‘normal’ self …..crazy, throwing tantrums making my ma and hubby go crazy ……..basically being the baby of house and simply enjoying all the pampering. It was after ages that I got to stay with ma for this long and I absolutely loved it.

Week 2: Have you ever set off for a destination completely unknown…… I have all thanks to dear hubby..on Saturday evening he suggested that we visit palladium mall….since I was not aware about this mall so we referred google map…now let me tell you something….i never completely trust these Maps….in fact I find them quite cumbersome…I prefer asking people on the way or finding my own way (typical me huhh) ;)

So all seemed well till we reached Eastern Express highway…..where there was this huge traffic jam… hubby even competed with another car…but lost badly…anyways things were not that bad till we reached Parel ..and then started the real ‘safeering’. hubby’s supper g-maps could not indentify palladium mall…..so ultimately realizing that no one knew palladium mall we asked if there was ANY mall nearby …which everyone gladly guided us to…after reaching there hubby was quite disappointed and tired and hungry(after all he drove for good 2 hrs before reaching there his looooongest so far) just when we reached mall g-maps finally showed where palladium mall was since hubby ws very tried from drive we took a cab to the mall…and guess what where palladium mall is …. It’s part of phoenix mills (grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

As if this was not enough the moment we sat to have our well deserved food phone rings tring tring tring and it turns out to be an emergency call from hubby’s office so we rush back home so that hubby can do his work…..poor him..slept at 5 in the morning…..anyways…alls well that ends well….and now since we finally know where palladium mall is we would be revisiting it sooooon.


Saw latest pics of laddu ram and my my she is growing up so fast…..muhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Week3 All has been superficially well this week if you don’t count my ‘humpty dumpty sat on a wall humpty dumpty had a great fall’ . This week I had my and hubby’s first karva chauth (yeah he actually fasted for me)..so for entire day I was all dressed up even manage to drape sari correctly for the first time…I tripped big time yesterday embarrassing myself in front of entire office (bhu bhu)…I was walking towards my bus and suddenly I find this stone and feet above it and I am like gwad I gonna fall and thuuuudddd there I am all knocked on ground and my entire office is looking at me…so I stood up gracefully cringed a little bit in a lot of pain picked up my things and walked towards bus (smiling) as if nothing happened but wanting to disappear right away

btw leg still hurts

tomorrow is last day and my fav day of week….FREE DAY…..looking forward to it…
Anyway……that’s all from my side ciao

Holiday without a holiday

Can falling sick be good? Well it can be especially when it makes your mom leave everything on your behest and rush to be by your side…and you are meeting her after like eight months of your marriage.

Last week I was down with fever for six whole (read whale) days……and docs were unable to confirm if I had malaria or not…..so I was this celebrity in my house with everyone calling and asking about my health thanks to which for the first time I was fed up with my mobile phone.
Anways…it was after ages that I had fallen this sick so had this week long break (most part of which I hated). How irritating it feels when you are on a holiday when holiday doesn’t seem to be one.

What my mind is telling me right now…well here it goes….

I am planning to change name of my blog from idle thoughts as I am hardly idle these days (sob sob).

I have started hating apples, papaya’s and milk as this is what , what my ma is making me eat three times a day.

I am missing ice creams and all sorts of spicy things basically good things

I am planning to bid my finally bye byes to cold drinks after last week’s incident for hubby will never ever let me have one.

I want to have a REAL holiday (but have no more leaves left thanks to my SICK holiday)

I am bored bored super bored with my job

I am missing my laddu more so after watching her shouting and jumping and hooting for her nani

I am glad that laddu has not forgotten me or so her mother says the only time she gets confused is when she sees my photos in sari (don’t worry kiddo anyone would get confused watching me in sari)

I don’t want rains to end because October in Mumbai is worst that august

I think its useless for me to try and not fight with my ma rather I should try and fight with her so that I don’t fight with her.




Anyways……that’s all from me will be back sooooooon

Wait of 60 years

Ayodhya verdict will be given on Thursday..But would that resolve 60 year long feud or add more fire to the already blazing issue. When babri demolition happened I was a kid hence I don’t remember any of those times….when ghodra happened I was totally oblivious to the world around me ‘thanks’(sarcastic) to my remotely located college where watching news on TV was a rarity. But now living in a city that is always affected by any kind of friction makes me think about the verdict. what will it be? Will I be affected? Will it impact the political scenario of my country as it did 8 years ago.

Having born and bought up in an environment where I was always taught to respect all religions and have faith in god sometime I fail to understand why people get carried by communal politics. We are always taught that there is one god…then what difference does it make who it is…….if I have to pray I can do that anywhere…from my house to my office….so does it matter if it’s a mosque or a temple?

Does this issue steamed because of ego hassle between the two religions that have always been bitter towards each other post partition.

Yesterday only I was reading an article about impact of ahodhya where in it was stated that prior to ’92 riots terrorism was present in certain parts of country but after these riots each and every state has burned its hand at least once.Is it true?

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring or whatever the outcome is…..all I can hope for is that people stick to their senses and not get influenced by certain sections of society whose religion is only and only politics.

Ciao tomorrow.

Bytes from my life..

31.08.2010

Had a hectic and happy week……worked for 3 days (only)…..27th was my first ‘Teej’ after marriage so had taken an off so that I could celebrate this with my in-laws also it was pa-in-law’s 60th birthday

Last week I managed to get hubby on railway station 2 hrs before train arrived (please consider this as a feat as my hubby is known for his tardiness). Hubby was pretty sad so break his consistent record of catching trains just before he could miss them.

So…my teej went pretty good considering that I had to fast entire day and in the meantime had to visit 16 homes in scorching heat. But the best of last week was the surprise party hubby ,mom-in-law and me had planned for pa-in-law. Since this was his 60th birthday we wanted to do something special. so we planned this surprise party for him…..which remained surprise till the end as we all were fearing that someone mite leak the plan.

I was made ‘bakra’ of all excuses every time hubby wanted to borrow my pa in laws car…. “she has to do shopping” “she wants to visit her mother” “she has to give some parcel to chachiji” et all….


Anyways…gone are those days when I could blog and pour my thoughts every day….have never been this busy…..but I am enjoying it……….we humans are never content…..at least I am not….though I am not so proud of it but still…..there was a time when I wished to thing X….then when I finally managed to get it I wanted Y and after that Z…this sequence of wanting never seems to end….

21.09.2010

Last week I was struggling with loads of work load. Both my bai’s were manofying chutti. So I had to do what all wife’s normally do cook clean and crib.

Anyways…this week seems to be better….i am really tired of being lazy ……was planning to do some yoga (which I did zillions of years ago) and some jogging(don’t know if my old feet would like it)..

My niece mailed me her first ‘e-mail’ yesterday….which was choooooo cute….kids these days are more tech savy than their parents…typing before writing…..wow….

I have so much to do need to start studying…excursing haven’t been blogging lately…god only knows where does all my time disappears.

Watched ‘dabang’ last to last week which was a truly novel experience for a creature like me…I have never seen people ‘this’ crazy..excited about any movie. This movie truly was ‘ The Bang’.

People went wild when ‘munni’ song started dancing their way to the screen……god that was shocking…..what was more shocking was that my own younger brother too had done the same(god what wrong with kids these days).anyways Salman is a treat to watch….hubby was totally gaga over sonakshi…but I found her so…so…

Anyways this is all from me……hopefully will be more regular henceforth…till then ciao…..

Happening....

Writing after the longest time….haven’t done much idling lately…well…we have finally got our new car after loads of trouble all thanks to the Mumbai vehicle registration rules…will definitely write about it someday..

So with arrival of our new car my weekends have been quite happening…..These days I usually bug hubby to take me on drive which he gladly agrees to. Last Sunday hubby and me drove all the way from our house to marine drive (a good 30-40 Kms) just to find that there were no tables available in Not just Jazz by the bay….still we managed to have fun ……chatting at marine drive clicking pics J.

For the last few weeks life’s been quite surprising….certain things I had wished for secretly occurred…..certain I never wanted too happened. Anyways..i am and I will always be thankful to god for giving me what I have so no regrets…

I am seriously (read VERY) thinking about adopting pup….sis says that it’s a BIIIG responsibility…their food, exercise, care etc etc.. I don’t know how I’ll manage all that but I want a pup now…in fact I have always wanted one… hubby has serious apprehensions about it…acc to him he never ‘imagined’ adopting one in his remotest dreams…I know having one in Mumbai..when u are alone…and have no experience in keeping pups (with my other dogs I have only played never did anything for real)) is more than difficult…anyways lets see how things turn out.

That’s all from me now…ciao

My Friend Part I

Some memories last forever….. people in those memories stay with us forever….

He was my first friend, companion, partner in crime. He was also the first one I felt threatened and jealous off as I had monopoly of being the youngest in family. He was also the first one to make me realize that nothing lasts forever. He was my best dog.

He was few months old when I first saw him, playing beside my father’s bed. I was back from school tired and miserable(yeah there was a time I use to be miserable in school..what a fool I was) and I saw him looking at me with his small black eyes..with amusement or may be fear. My sister screamed with excitement the moment she saw him….went ahead and picked him up in her arms…and he…looked at her with same confused eyes….. papa was grinning…..ma frowning….and me confused as him.

We decided to call him Tipu, after our favorite character on television Tipu Sultan. My sister has a history of christening people with ‘different’ names. She named me worry, one of our dogs was called Squeezy….. because when we first saw her she was all squeezed inside my uncles jacket(everything has to be logical with her) our last dog was called Cesar…dunno why but may be because he was full of energy and everything he saw was as if he was to ‘conquer’ it.

So this one was welcomed in our family by everyone except ma…reason she hated dogs….leave dog she couldn’t imagine any insect in her house littering around so she did best in her power to get rid of ‘that’ dog. Ma tried to bribe us (sis and me ) told that she going to get a doll house (wohaa!!) for us only if we tell our father that we don’t want that dog…me being a seven year old was like who cares about the dog…errrrr….i did actually….. so little greedy me was confused.

We sisters consulted amongst us. My brilliant sister found brilliant way to get out of this ‘dharam sankat’ which would shame bade se bada neta in this world. She told me “let’s go to papa.. and tell him …he’ll get both dollhouse and we get to keep the dog”....my eyes were full with admiration for my elder sister…how talented she was.

Eventually we didn’t do much as tipu gradually won heart of my mother by his antics… you see he was a very smart dog for he knew…keep the lady of house happy…and all your worries are taken care of…

He gave utmost attention to what my mother said….followed her like a pup everywhere(literally). Did exactly what she wanted in fact after some days my mother started giving his example when we disobeyed her she was like “Ek tipu hi hai jo meri sunta hai learn from him” . He was extremely protective/possessive about her. When my mother use to come back from work she had to cradle and coo him for 20 mins pampering him like a kid.

He use to only eat food prepared by my mother’s hands and discard everything else. Ma in turn made all exceptions for him, my family is(use to be) a pure vegetarian even eggs were not allowed in kitchen at that time but for him this rule was relaxed. In few days he became an indispensible part of my family hence started our journey together which I have cherished to this date

Home Alone...not any more

Finally…..i am not alone anymore hubby is back yaaaaaayyyyyyy…. And life is back on track….albeit hubby was down with viral..etc etc…. he is much better now..

I saw this awesome movie inception(meaning beginning , start, commencement). Though I fail to understand why the movie has been named so…..thoroughly impressed by the story. Here are my reasons why I liked the movie

1. This movie is based on dreams. And you can imagine my fixation with dreams after reading this
2. How do these Hollywood wala’s get these mind-blowing concepts. I can never imagine what they showed. Me and hubby were discussing the end..because it seemed so mystifying… compelling you to think about the movie
3. After a long time I enjoyed a movie because of its script and not cast :D
4. Not a single lull-dull moment
5. So I HIGHLY recommend this movie …

I Have also finished ‘Open’ by Andre Agassi…liked the book..well written and presented would recommend that as well….especially liked the bits and pieces he has mentioned about Steffi Graf, so I recommend this one as well.

Yesterday I spoke to my niece(3 years and 3 months old) who happens to be a complete angrez. So the situation is that she is going to a temple with my sis,jijoo and her grand pa&ma happily wearing her princess gown , I ask my sis gown?? Since when has she started wearing them . so Sis corrects me and says that she is wearing her salwar suit which she is calling as gown : now this was not done….grrrrrrr

I have decided that in her next visit my niece aka laddu will be total desi(wishful thinking) …she is going to talk ,walk sleep in hindi…(dunno how that’s gonna happen) but as my papa says hope for the best be prepared for the worst :P

Life is too unexpected, there are certain things that we forever take for granted like our health ….wisely said “Health is Wealth”. I use to tease my ma, who in her usual Pooja routine was always asking for good health….i use to tell her ask for good marks…job…etc etc for me “tabiyaat tho aachi hi rahegi na” she use to chide me saying “tu abhi bacchi hai”
But now I understand how important it is….anyways….hopefully everyone I know …remain fit as a fiddle….in pink of health..

That’s all from me as of now….will try and keep this blog updated regularly…ciao…

Worst is over baby

Yesterday was perhaps the worst day of my life and memory of this day will remain with me forever and would haunt me for some time at least.

My day till evening was usual…went to office came back had some snacks…and started checking my mails…while chatting with one of my friends I realized that my hands were quite dirty (thanks to eating butta) so naturally I had to wash them. Now before going further let me tell you a bit about my current circumstances and design of my house.

I am living alone these days as my husband is out of city for work and I don’t know a single soul in the society I live in.
My flat is on 19th floor and has two doors at entrance and one of them has computerized lock and has two washrooms. We usually use one of them other one is only used by my maid for washing purpose. Also we only have two set of keys both of which are with me. Now why am I telling you all this……

Yesterday evening after entering in the bathroom(one we don’t use often) I closed the door (out of habit) and after nicely cleaning my hands I tried opening the door which I was not able to on first go. Since all the other doors in my house are a bit jammed these days because of excessive moisture(monsoons) thinking this may be the case I applied a bit of force before realizing that the lock was broken and hence jammed.

I cannot comprehend what I felt when I became conscious that I was trapped inside my bathroom all alone in my house. I then did was first struck me.. I thought I mite be able to break the lock all by myself…after trying fruitlessly and painfully for 40-50 mins (along with hurting my hand and leg) I gave up then I started calling for help from the exhaust window and nobody answered back. It was then that I thought the worst, what if I am stuck inside this bathroom and nobody finds me…with my husband and family away it was not difficult imagining it ( I know you would think …what rubbish) believe me when you are stuck in a situation like this you think about the worst.

I was too tired from banging and shouting still I thought to give another try…I cried (literally) for help praying god…and finally someone responded back…
Asking me what the matter is…I told him my whole situation….he said that he and his friends would help me….asked me not to panic….I had maintained my composure all this while but when I heard him assuring me I just lost it and started crying and thanked him.

After another hour they were able to find a key maker(around 10:00 pm it must have been ) and after another 50 mins he was able to open both the doors and finally around 11:00 pm I was able to get out of the cage. At that time I was laughing(last thing I expected too) ….too tired, shocked, scared ,happy ..nervous,thirsty….and absolutely blank with my brain…. Outside my house was a huge crowd..everyone relieved.

I was so blank that I didn’t knew how to thank those guys. So I just said thank you from the bottom of my heart. After everyone had left I called my mother..and told her everything and then I just cried..and cried….like a baby….i wanted her reassurance….her soothing words.. her telling me that worst is over…and you are fine…..i felt so much better after that call…..

So I has some milk and then went off to sleep…and I could not imagine what I had been through…..it all felt like a bad dream….but the broken lock of my bathroom was the witness of the ordeal….thanking god and those people I closed my eyes…..It was then I realized how unpredictable life is never could I imagine such a thing. When I was trapped I thought about death for the first time in my life whole life.

Anyways….i guess I will be fine….i haven’t told this to anyone including my hubby and landlord(I need to inform him about the broken lock).on a lighter note I would not be locking any of my doors for next some days atleast..anyways….have to get back at work…so ciao have a nice weekend…

There you’ll be

Writing after the longest time…. you can also assume that I was busy with work (yeah i work at times). So………………….in the time I was not writing …I attended a wedding..braved rains….and celebrated my birthday…. Yups guys…. i have tuned year older(gosh..i hate this word) on July 3, and god gifted me with heavy rains ….. as a result of which I was saved from damaging my pockets …hubby dear is highly disappointed(imagine..he asked me to splurge)

Well my company gifted me with a extra holiday (j/k). I think all of us had an extended weekend thanks to the opposition. And we need to compensate by working on Saturday(and you thought I work In the most considerate/employee friendly company).I remember how happy I use to be in school when ever we got these unexpected holidays(sigh those were THE days).

Reason for Holiday…Nationwide “bandh” in order to show discontent regarding general price rise. I truly understand the grievances of common man about inflation. Yesterday only I was reading an article comparing food prices in 2008 to 2010 and almost everything has doubled or tripled. Now in a situation like this how does “aam aadmi” survive. But then again this inflation is a perplexed cycle so let’s not get into it.

I saw this wonderful movie Pearl Harbor and I must say it is an excellent movie…. it makes me wonder why don’t we (bollywood) make such movies. What is there in these movies that makes them appear unusual, urbane,classy…I think technology is the answer and not acting or direction ‘cause I think we have some extremely talented actors/directors. I have always loved this song (There you’ll be) sung by Faith hill- don’t know why I like this song…

When I think back
On these times
And the dreams
We left behind
I’ll be glad 'cause
I was blessed to get
To have you in my life
When I look back
On these days
I’ll look and see your face
You were right there for me In my dreams
I’ll always see your soul
Above the sky
In my heart
There always be a place
For you for all my life
I’ll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you’ll be…………..


Fashion Blunder

Saw this girl ..all dressed up chic and smart..walking down the road wearing sunglasses….when it was pouring heavily…adding to her misery she was wearing perhaps the longest skirt I have seen thanks to which she was stock-stilled in middle of nowhere with still she didn’t flinched or was perturbed(some attitude huhh)

Anyways..this is all from me as of now…ciao..enjoy!!!

Bytes from my life

Everyone who reads my blog was quite shocked with the last one. I guess nobody expects me to write anything with minimal sense….so I am back ….with non sense :D (well that’s me offcourse).

Last weekend was good …thanks to pu dear , we met then ate and chatted like anything (this was the best part). And I finally got back net connection and have started using my dearest lappy after ages. Hubby dear is always asking me to retire my lappy but I cannot and will not because firstly it’s a gift from jijoo dearest plus apart from the space key and processing speed everything else(more or less) is fine. Secondly, I , as a habit CANNOT retire/discard anything….somehow I always mange to find a room for all my old things(you can also assume I have an excellent maintenance)

Anyways…as we all know Auto rickshaw and can drivers are on strike in Delhi and Mumbai demanding hike in fares. Well I truly understand their concern but what I don’t understand is how a common man is supposed to cope up with inflation.

I agree that over last couple of years average income has increased in middle class but if we compare that to the average expenditure it leaves no room for savings. I think we are going the American way …..my point was about this fare hike, now this hike is fine in the western and central suburbs (excluding thane). But what about new Mumbai and area’s after thane …auto travel is as it is quite expensive in these area’s….and in some places meter reading does not even work.

I have finally found my ‘lost’ data card (after buying another one though). So if anyone is interested in buying reliance datacard please contact me…

France is out of FIFA :-( and Nadal is back with a hammer…… haven’t followed women tennis lately…..but was reading an article about how ‘veterans’ are dominating women tennis with oldest being V Williams and youngest K Clisters. Gone are the days when 17 something were wining Grandslams and giving experienced players run for their money…..anyways I put my bet on Miss V Williams for Wimbledon this time.

That’s all from me …..will be back soon “au revoir” till then

Tragedy of a family

In Indian politics Surname matters more than capability. With a illustrious surname also comes the curse of expectations, set much before you even make your way through this world. There is so much catastrophe, drama that surrounds these people making them quite fascinating.

The story of ‘THIS’ family is no less than a high voltage drama, emotion, action and romance. Each and every individual of this family has a tale of his/her own. In spite of being haunted by tragedy’s and scandals in the past this family has always been active (willingly/unwillingly) in Indian politics.

But before going any further let me make it clear that I am not pro any party or surname. Neither I am trying to be a political critic or generate any sympathy for party/people . Following are purely my personal thoughts and are totally directed to a individuals of a family and not party.

I wonder if as a child “The Son” had any dreams for himself. Did he wanted to be a politician and manage the world of this 125 year old party founded by his great grandfather. His father surely wanted to be away from politics for a major part of his life but circumstances forced him other way. His mother on other hand ventured to save the party from extinction. But why did he? Was it because he really wanted to contribute something for his nation ? or save his family’s inheritance? Well no one would ever know the true answer. Because his profession does not allow him to express his personal thoughts freely(ironic isn’t it).

I marvel how “The Daughter” met the accused of her father’s murder and forgave her. “The Daughter” had once mentioned to certain Kashmiri kids that like them “she” too has been a victim of terrorism. Forgiveness is so difficult and forgiving someone who has given you pain for life time sounds so very unattainable to me.

It takes a lot of guts to leave the country you have grown up in , leave everything you have identified yourself with, for a totally alien place and accept it. “Mrs. Wife” must have really loved her husband to do so. From being yesterday’s shy, reserved “Bhau” to today confident and astute President, it’s been a remarkable journey for her. But has anyone ever thought how agonizing it must have been to carry burden of the same legacy because of which she lost the man she loved, her husband, father of her children.

She has been criticized for her foreign origin, ridiculed for her Hindi, but at least she makes an effort. What if after her husband’s death she would have gone in a total isolation far away from this country…never wanting to come back..shedding any responsibility to do with her husband’s family’s heritage ? She has very meticulously and diligently nurtured ‘her’ party back to life. This Lady surely has will made up of iron….... with which she has faced all the seasons of life. In some ways she to me looks like Michal of Godfather. Through all these years “She” has strictly guarded her “Family” with ferocity of a lioness.

Anyways….you must be wondering why am I writing all this…..well..it something I wanted to write for a long time….maybe I’ll write again more appropriately next time.

anyways…now a lil bytes from my life..Well….weekend is approaching and I am in a hardcore sulking mood (relax hubby I am kidding). I am planning to do some pot painting(my not–so-creative soul is waking finally)….papa will be visiting me on Saturday (yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeee). And I am looking for some company to watch Ravaan.

PS : Managed one week without hubby dear minus much ronna dhonna so I give myself a pat on back J anyways…hopefully everyone’s gonna have a rocking weekend (including me)….ciao….

After a long time......

I haven’t written much lately(eight days precisely). It was not that I was busy with work…but busy being sluggish, miserable, gloomy, ratty, rondu(hard to imagine this one) and god knows what….reason …hubby dear is out of town for a month and I was (am/will) missing (miss) him…hardly expected out of me to be menti senti but..there I am.Anyways…now that I am back to some senses so feeling much better J

"Rewind"–

We (hubby and me ) left for our native place last to last Thursday. On station I could see almost everyone carrying at least two dozen mangoes…....though I also wanted to buy some mangoes for home(anyone living in Rajasthan can understand the importance of hafoos aam) but since our travel plan was not certain I refrained myself from buying. So there I was, eyeing everyone’s mangoes avariciously.

Anyways we boarded this train which was nice in terms of food.. i.e. all the local vendors were allowed to get in AC couches(surprise surprise) and sell their stuff which included things like idli,vada,bhel..and mangoes…yes the famous hafoos of valsad…sold 60-50 Rs a dozen (can u believe this)

Happy(read greedy) as hell…..i asked hubby dear to buy two dozen of them(not just me the entire compartment had done so). We had this fellow passenger who was continuously cursing these mangoes. It turned out that poor guy had bought same quality of mangoes from Mumbai 250 a dozen!!!!!!!! Now I could understand his cribbing (lolzz….it’s human nature after all).

“Vishesh Tipani” –

Finally saw ‘Rajneeti’ this Friday…Movie is mundane…one time watch mainly because of the ensemble cast which comprises some of the best in business. Like everyone who has seen this movie even I was busy figuring out who is who for the first 20 mins. Hubby dear couldn’t manage that…had to explain him..who was chacha..tau…nana..beta et all.

Performance wise..Manoj Bajpai is back with a bang, portraying the callous..jealous brother to a hilt. Nana Paterkar was good..Ajay Devgan – wasted.
Ranbir – well he is a darling but he needs to show more intensity in his acting.
The two disappointments I had were obvious..Katrina and NS… I don’t say kats acted badly in fact she was decent but I think she needed more footage to show her mended skills and renovated Hindi….she hardly gets 30 mins out of the whole movie(I understand it’s a males world still…). As of NS…acting for one scene ….gwad!!!! he deserves better…Oh how could I forget Mr Rampal… all I can say is finally he is learning acting..looks like he is in good company(read SRK) these days J

I particularly liked the rally scene when brij asks everyone to leave the stage so that only family members get it..that scene was brilliant.

Hard to miss references of Mahabharath and Godfather were there. In all the movie is OK but don’t expect much..

Anyways…that’s all from me ciao take care

PS- Considering our recent downers with movies me and hubby dear have resolved to strictly stick to reviews and not jump in every time to watch new movies.
Monsoons are back :)

Rain...rain....come again.......

Finally ‘its’ over and ‘THEY’ seem to have arrive to give us much needed respite from blazing sun who, lately has shown no mercy. Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!! it rained yesterday (god finally decided to be generous)and what a relief it was for those who experienced it (I was not lucky though bhu bhu).

People generally experience rain via three ways:

First, smell it… unsullied scent coming when rain lands itself straight on soil is absolutely stupefying. There is no smell like it…fresh…pure…pious… I have never experienced that smell anywhere outside India(Mere desh ki dharti after all !!) .

Second way ,get soaked, drenched, wet in it(Highly recommended). Believe me, it will be different every time you do so. It brings out the kid(wildest one that too) in you…playing in water…singing and dancing is………….I don’t have the word for it…..you’d know it only when you experience it(Though I admit hating to get wet when I am fully dressed waiting for my bus)

Third one….just watch (yeah that’s kindda plain boring but if you have frequent bouts of cold then it’s not that bad after all)…..have a cup of Coffey in one hand and a book in another…also if not huge then a decent size window in your room….if there is enough sitting space near the window then..fantastic…else sit nearest possible to the window….enjoy your book and coffey and rain off course. Put on some nice soft music…else enjoy sound of wind…,breeze,water….and chilaxxxx

Hopefully… hopefully this year god will stop being a miser and let it rain satisfactorily (defining it is errrrr………. difficult) and I won’t crib about (less/more) rain in my future blogs..till the ciaoooooo

Enjoy!!!!! Get wet but don’t catch cold

PS: I know its a colorful post ;)

Home is where heart is

PS - dont faint after reading this..... but i trying my bit to be more creative so here it goes...

Many dreams were born here and many hopes have died,
Midas touch it had, yet few could not survive,
It gave you tons of joy with pinch of salt,
Nothing could deter its spirit, not even frequent assaults,
Like a phoenix it will rise from ashes,
Every time burnt of clashes,
This city never sleeps,
Memories here are for keeps,
With open arms it accepts,
everyone standing on her steps,
It’s a fruit of man’s resolve,
To succeed and evolve

Yeh Mumbai hai meri Jaan,
Kuch nahi Yahaan asaan


These are the most trivial words that can describe the city I live in, a city that has given me sense of belonging like never before, a city that I love and hate with the same ferocity. It’s a place of all the contractions that can subsist in this world.

Five years ago (whoops!!!!) I came here full of apprehension and anxiety with no plan how to survive this city after a sheltered life of 20 years. But I have not just endured but blissfully enjoyed each and every day of my life here. It has made me strong and tough in many ways and taught me some valuable lessons of life.

I don’t say that this is heaven on earth neither do I say it’s hell its somewhere in between. It will treat you so indifferently that you feel almost isolated yet in times of need you will never be alone.

My years in this place have taught me to value time more than anything. Never have I seen people working so hard for what they believe in. The civic sense of responsibility people have here is better than most of the places I have seen. Every one works hard and parties harder. Here I can be what I am without being bothered about what others will think because no one gives a damm to anyone here. People are busy in their own cocoons. The simplicity of life here truly humbles me. Yet I crave it to be better , to be ‘The Best’.

This place makes me crazy at times with the traffic , hustle bustle and crowd yet when I go back home this is what I miss most(it’s a strange life after all). God only knows how much I have cribbed about being here…about my “tough” life. Still on days like today (emotionally high) I thank god for me being here because, I would have never loved any place more than this

I don’t know what future holds and where will I be….. but after all these years I feel that the wanderer in me has found her home.

Vishesh Tipani

Here are my weekend updates saw …..completed ‘The Host’ ..saw ‘Kites’ and following is my vishesh tipani about the two

‘The Host’ by stephenie Meyer – It’s a pretty HUGE book considering the number of pages and characters involved. I did liked it in bits and pieces but it doesn’t grips you like twilight did so if a sequel is planned for it I doubt I would be reading it in contrast with twilight were I was dying to read them.
The best part about this book is the relationship between Wanda and Melanie the two main protagonist. The main trouble was that this book had the faint scent of twilight i could relate certain charcters within the two books here it is - :
1.Wanda/Melanie - Bella
2. Jared/Ian - Edward
3. Kyle - Jasper
4. Jaime - Alice
5. Jef - Carlisle
6. Seeker - This one I couldn’t Map(fill in if u have read the book)
7. Mangolia - Rosalie

Well..maybe I vampires charm me more than Aliens……..

Kites - : The much awaited movie finally hit screens last weekend and what a disappointment it was, nothing worth mentioning about this movie hence I will keep this review short and simple. “People please don’t waste your money as movie doesn’t live it up”.
Newspapers report that movie made 21Cr in three days and is second to 3 Idiots in terms of opening collection (off course idiots like me are there to splurge)
The meanest thing is that all the theaters (including the doomed one near my house) have increased the ticket prize (gwad… cashing on this hopeless movie yuukiess)

The parallel that I noticed between the above mentioned was both had a lot of hype surrounding them. Coming from extremely creative people they were bound to do so….a lot of media attention, publicity marked their release yet they failed ‘the mark’. Could over publicity lead to failure….well this is something I am not so sure about. Take KJo for example his movies follow the same trend. But somehow I have always liked the way he markets them. let’s see if his forthcoming movie ‘ I hate love stories’ would live upto expectations or not btw I quite like its title and off course Imran Khan though he is all looks and no substance.
Anyways….thats all from me …i am planning to revive my french dreams so hopefully i mite start blogging in french (kidding!!)

Theory about dreams

I am back…. again….
Well was busy since last few days so couldn’t manage much idle thoughts..btw..according to my friend I am doing “constructive idling”………. how much weird something’s can be.

So today my superfluous thoughts were around dreams. How many of us remember what we dreamt last night? At least I do(every single day). Its said that we always remember our dreams if we don’t sleep well or if we generally are not sound sleepers. I guess that’s kindda right in my case cause I belong to the latter category.

So here’s my theory Dreams connect us to our subconscious mind, a place which is beyond the reach of our brain. and when we sleep our brain also sleeps (it needs rest after a hard day!!). That time the subconscious mind takes control over the conscious one and we dream. I really enjoy interpreting my dreams at times.

Althoughmy dreams are never consistent and at times are very much disturbing and annoying (I get these really creepy dreams about lions when I am scared or there is something troubling me). At times I wonder if babies also dream? Because there conscious and subconscious mind isn’t developed so what happens when they sleep?
One more funny thing I never have dreams about anything I really want(which I expect would occupy both my minds).

How many times when something happens I do have this kind of déjà vu of going through the same experience before..spooky..it is

so….not much constructive idling today..ciao…
PS will write my reviews about ‘The Host’ as soon as I am done with it.

Friday Especialwa

Today is Friday…my favorite day of all days J and today(like all days) I hardly feel like working (sigh sigh)



Well..I am seriously thinking of buying a 2 wheeler for myself but that needs convincing everyone (grrrrrrrrrrrr). I mean, come on, I am good with two wheelers(at least) if you ignore few accidents that happened when I was just a ‘kid’. It will save so much time(obviously), energy ,effort and other bla bla and then 2 wheelers have their own charm + the risk factor of damage is also less in case of any mess up (high probability)

Day before yesterday on an sudden impulse I got my hair chopped and dear hubby didn’t even notice :'( in fact I had to ‘explicitly’ tell him that I had a haircut and his reaction was…." Now I know why u are not looking like my wife" sometimes guys are really grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………………

Hopefully this weekend I would do something constructive apart from sleeping , eating and cribbing ;)

At times we require loads of courage and conviction to do small things ….and with time willingness to do so fades away….because we get inside that comfort zone where everything is not as desired but is as required. If we stay in that zone for a long period it becomes virtually impossible to get out and that causes a situation of conflict where no one is in peace with oneself.

Please don’t ask why am I writing this…remember these are my idle thoughts ;)

Anyways…have a rocking weekend….ciao :)

PS: I am back to CGs :(

idle thoughts part 2

I absolutely love reading … since I don’t have any particular taste in books so can read anything from first-rate to crap but yes I am more inclined towards fiction and I don’t like anything with economics (cant afford that much brain). I also like collecting books ….hopefully when I’ll be an old granny will at least own a decent library for myself.

So day before yesterday I bought myself four books namely Andre Agassi’s Memoirs, one Daniel steel (yes I love her weepy stories) , The Host by Stephanie Meyer and another book.

I have started off with ‘The Host ‘ as I am a big fan of twilight series. In fact I have not read the first book of this series but had watched the movie and was really curious about Bella Swan and Edward Cullen ..will they won’t they. You can imagine my curiosity by the fact that I had read last one online causing enough torture on my eyes. Although sometimes I doubt if the movie caused the book to be so popular or other way round. Anyways hopefully Miss Meyer will be able to bind her readers through the second series as well J.

Lord of the Rings is one of those few movies who have done justice to the book. Though I admit not reading the book cause it was quite fat and boring. But I liked the movie

Its very difficult to live up to the expectations once the bar has been raised. And its even more difficult to write a book suitable to everyone’s taste. Somehow I feel that writers generally get type casted. There are so many examples…JK Rowling, Dan Brown, Daniel steel, Stephen King…now I cannot imagine Dan brown writing a hard core romantic novel….or Daniel steel writing a crime fiction am not sure if typecasting should be the correct word. So let’s say that generally writers mark their own comfort zone and very rarely venture out. Not that I blame them… after all they would want to sell their books with minimal risks.

Recently I had also read Marley and Me and I absolutely loved the book and according to me anyone who loves dog(who doesn’t) or has every owned one ..it’s a must read for those guys. Now I am looking forward to watch the movie hopefully it has been well turned out.

‘The Class’ by Erich Segal is one book I wish some movie is made. He masters the art of writing about the typical Harvard guys their life’s and woes . I am also a big time fan of all the Judith mcnaught’s books..no one can write those typical mushy love stories better than her. There was also this book my friend suggested ‘Randy’s Last Lecture’ which I found quite absorbing considering that it was actually his last lecture complied in a book.

Lately I have also started reading books by Indian authors and I must say that some of them are really good.. last one that I read was ‘ Everything you desire’ an account of IIM guy about campus life and his life in that campus. Leaving the technicalities aside he book is quite entertaining.


Mark Twain has some very interesting quotes about books

” A classic is a book which people praise and don't read.”

“Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else”

“Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.”

Anyways..that’s all from me as of now….will update soon about my reviews of The Host ………ciao

Better luck next time...

Since the day we shifted to our new house (which was during IPL) I was waiting to watch some nice entertaining movie. Finally yesterday we (hubby dear and me) decided to watch Houseful in-spite of all the negative feedback.

So at 10:20 pm we reached theater assuming that we’ll get seats (who wouldn’t considering that we have never watched any movie in that theater with more than 15 people).anyways…. the booking guy very happily informed us ‘Sir Housefull to Housefull hai’ so hopeless me asked hubby dear to buy tickets for 11:15 show .Being the movie buff I am I was all game to sacrifice my precious sleep, and I noticed it was not just me but at least 20-30 kids.

So all keyed up I enter this theater and comes the first scene……….. a pathetic looking AK walking as if he has been stung by bee or worse he has finally realized that his time in this industry is over…and then starts painful(very) torture for 2 hrs 40 mins.

Never in my life have I waited for a movie to get over (not even phoonk 2) but this time I did. But what surprised or should I say shocked me most was the kind of cinema kids are being exposed to. I remember as a kid many movies were forbidden for us because ‘Vo bachoo ke layak nahi thi”…. Watching late night movie was complete NO NO . My parents use to ensure that we watch all the ‘right’ kind of movies…..I think standards to define that are really low now.

Considering the profound effect cinema has on us isn’t it wise to use it prudently. In our industry there can only be two aspects of movie quality and quantity. When I say quality I mean content with sense of direction…screenplay…acting. While quantity means attributes to generate revenue ignoring everything and anything else. Now these two sets have nothing in common and no movie lies between the two(not in my times).

We are yet to break that barrier that to merge the two sets. What we need now is something meaningful but at the same time entertaining. When I say meaningful I don’t mean some hard hitting serious kindda movie..but something that makes some sagacity…has humor in the correct sense and not non sense.

Anyways...hopefully I will have better luck next time….Ciao…….

Theory for addicts

Synopsis of my uneventful day (sigh sigh)

11.35 am
British high commissioner is visiting our office today and my project is amongst the ones selected for presentation and my team is required to give a brief . sitting with team preparing a 1-2 min presentation.

12:00 am
My project manager calls up and conveys that no one can leave for lunch till the visit

12:30 pm
grump grump I am hungrryyyyyyy and a protest march is going inside my stomach against the atrocities committed by me->my PM -> her manger

12:57 pm
The firangs have just arrived…………… was suppose to present a summary about my product but these guys turned before my desk to check some other module (grrrrrrrrr)

2:00 pm
I feel like having chewing gum…

“ Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism- Carl Gustav Jung”
In my case its chewing gums.. albeit harmless one...... it’s still an addiction. If I have to rate myself on scale 1 to 10 I will say that I am a very mild addict so…2 would be my number.

Since last one hour I am getting tempted to dash across the street and buy myself couple of them. But as I had promised myself day before yesterday.........yes guys One complete day without CG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Addiction is a very strange……. we all know we are addicted , we all know it’s bad yet we can’t control the temptation. I rose twice from my desk…took my purse and moved towards gate but somehow I managed to resist (so far).

So how do we identify ourselves as addicts? Now here is my theory. You are an one when

1. You think that without that ‘thing’ you cannot think. Reason – I personally feel that without chewing CG I cannot concentrate (like now when I have some work pending but…… grrrrrrr)

2. When u want to have it u just want no matter what. Reason – ethically chewing CG is not good especially when you are talking to someone but I have observed numerous times that people have it in their mouth and still they are giving presentations, conducting meetings etc .(please count me amongst those ppl)

3. Your frequency of having ‘that’ has increased since the last time you remember. Reason- I can finish one complete pack of CG within one day of my office time compared to 1 week earlier.

4. You continue despite the negative consequences. Reason – my throat is certainly not a very healthy one every time when the ‘doze’ increases, my throat warns me by refusing to cooperate while talking ,eating etc

5. You feel guilty about using it (Yes every time sob sob)

Anyways…have you ever wondered if one of those? Addiction can be of various types as there is no hardcore definition. Funny thing is all these addicts are called users i.e. drug user.. Internet user.. just think for some time and u will be surprised that we are addicted to something or the other :) - Ciao

“For many, negative thinking is a habit, which over time, becomes an addiction... A lot of people suffer from this disease because negative thinking is addictive to each of the Big Three -- the mind, the body, and the emotions. If one doesn't get you, the others are waiting in the wings.” - Peter McWilliams

PS feel free to add your inputs to my theory…..or discuss ur addictions (should be fun)

idle thoughts part 1

Looooong time ago , one fine day lazy me thought to do something more constructively than surfing gossips in my idle time so I thought to blog, then again it took lazy me loooooong time to open my account and I was so happy with my ‘achievement’ that I took loooooooooong time to write something not so constructive ……..so here I am…… your very own worry

Well…. I was not sure to use worry….. as my husband calls me vari (he thinks worry makes me worry!!!!) but since time immemorial that my sister christened me with this name I cannot ignore it. There is something about this name which reminds me of my very own original self. There are different inferences of this name my father calls me worry 0 (that is worry not….he is such an optimist) , my husband as I mentioned calls me vari, sis calls me worry, some of my frens call me vary … coming back to the purpose of this blog well…that’s going to be solely dedicated to my ‘idle’ thoughts J so god have mercy on anyone reading this blog

Few warnings before writing further… firstly I have a habit of having too many thoughts simultaneously so incase if u don’t understand a single word don’t feel disheartened. Secondly I am extremely careless with typos, punctuations and grammar so again don’t feel dispirited

Now about the idle thought of the day which is … what kind of news do we expect in newspapers…. before going any further let me tell u origin of my thoughts……I have a habit of going through newspapers in middle of my work (hopefully no one from office reads this ) so last to last week it was sania- shoaib marriage then came the modi-tharoor saga = ‘The great IPL’ controversy and now it’s the phone tapping issue… ( at times I really admire how our media can craft controversy out of nothing…)

Anyways… my point is that do we get these kind of news because we like reading it or we read it because we get it (on the same lines as egg before hen or visa versa). I like reading anything and everything that catches my eye, completely ignoring the value of content. But what about others? I see my husband investing 1 hour (or more) of his entire day reading newspaper (I admit that I don’t like him doing so….ignoring me in favor of ‘IT’ and I plan to forbid any newspapers coming to our house, especially during weekend). In morning the first thing that anyone asks is newspaper…that too after watching ENTIRE news previous day …. Now this surely means we ARE addicted to news papers…but for what? Hopefully I find the answer soon

So…that’s all from me …as of now……………. Next time will find something more boring ciao ..