My laddu

Quite often I hear my father say “bachoo tum wapas se chote ho jao” (although it’s a different story that I have never grown up) and now when I see my lil laddu all grown up I toooooo wish that she becomes my choootuuuu sa laddu again.

My niece was the first baby I could comfortably handle without being scared off. I think there is some innate quality in babies as they bring the best out of everyone(and this includes me). She was (and is) such a strong minded, determined person …if she has to solve a puzzle…come what me she has to do it…I can never forget the day when she made a slide out of a mattress all on her own and so excited she was that as soon as my father (her nana) came back from office her latest achievement was the first thing she literally dragged him to see.

She is now all grown up and has changed from what she used to be as a baby but one thing that remains same is that she is and will always remain my laddu no matter what.Muuuuhaaaaaaaaaaaa

All thanks to her, I have finally started filling my visa application after years (yes YEARS!!!!) of pestering from ma papa di and now arpan.

Hopefully by this year end I should be visiting didu and my laddu …

PS-: My visa has approved so hopefully if not this year but next i shall be meeting you my bebuuu muhaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Confessions of a bookoholic

I have been reading quite a lot lately and yes it’s not even remotely related to my course books in fact this time purposely I have decided to ditch those sources of temporary wisdom can get back to the ones with real wisdom.

So, coming back to what all I read, it ranges from sub-prime crisis, innovation to Asoka the great and so on. It’s always wonderful to get back to doing things you love most which for me is reading. Books are my company, my solace in solitude…my unconditional and unconventional friends….

My reading affair started in college when I was finding hard to decide spending my time between creatures of all kind and creed and then this wonderful companion came to my life. Since then, there has been no looking back. Often in job interview if i mention reading as a hobby then the next question is inevitable….what kind of books do you like to read. And even though I have read books on a variety of topics it’s hard to pin point one and say “yes this is my type” my choices in reading have never been limited to any one type…..I can read anything from a Mills and Boons to a spiritual book.

Books have been a relief when circumstances have troubled me & I can devote hours and hours to a good book. But let me make an admission today, I am not a good reader, I am not someone who will wait to go through the whole book to know what lies ahead in the end. Just imagine what an idiot I am, when before buying the last harry potter book (worth whopping 10 pounds) I went thru the last page only to know that ‘the boy with scar’ survives or not(yeah my decision of buying and more importantly reading the book depended on the fact if harry lived or not). Hence I say that I am a bad reader I don’t value the time and effort an author spends in writing the book envisaging the end, I don’t travel with him through his journey of writing the book.

It’s not that I have not tried to refrain from doing so …but then the weakness of not able to sustain my curiosity wins the struggle of the ducking. I hope one day I’ll read a book without flipping through the last pages….i know that day will come someday