These days I keep dreaming of colours.

I have so many DIY projects in my mind. I wish I find enough time to work on them.

The feeling after completing a good project is hard to match.

:D

Random fact of the day (night??) :

9 kgs of eggplant (brinjal/baingan) contain roughly the same amount of nicotine as one cigarette.

food for the soul

some songs make you smile

some remind you of talks talked, walks walked, fights fought(and sometimes not), smells smelled, dances danced and most importantly ... laughs laughed

some make you move,

others move you

and then there are some

that take complete hold of you

challenge your sanity

make you forget

its almost physical

the music

My experiments with food - 1

A dozen cupcakes are one of the best ideas for a stressbuster.



Baking them is even more so.. :)

epic

I failed in driving test yesterday. Which means it will take some more time for me to get my driving licence.

First time I ever failed in a test and was asked to come back again when I was prepared.

Now, I would like to blame this situation on someone. Other than me that is. And I dont know whom to blame. So I am kind of upset.

And its not like i failed the entire test.

Just parts of it.

And it still makes me feel aweful.

Somebody told me..

I have come to love this song from 500 days of summer. It plays on and on in my mind all day long. And unlike other irritating endless loop songs this one actually makes me very very happy.

weekends

Random clicks.. and that potted wierdness is my pepper seedlings..

I had planted some seeds a while ago and they all germinated. And now I am too much in love with them to weed them out.

Great weekends are usually made of silly little stupid things..

occasionally (like this one ) they are made of truly great little silly things. And some more..

Friday Night

K and I go to attend a mandolin concert. K is obviously very excited and I show appropriate amount of excitment. 5 minutes in the show and K starts fidgeting for his cellphone. I nudge him to stop and give him my patent stern looks. It works, for a while (he has taken to looking at the ceiling as if to somehow escape the loud and consistently screeching noise), and I look at him again. This time with my desparate what-are-we-gonna-do looks. K chalks out a plan and tells me in hushed tones that he will sneak out first and then I should follow him quietly. I am filled with guilt, but decide to sneak out anyways (I could NOT listen to that anymore).. So we sneak out, and decide NEVER to go to a mandolin concert again.

p.s. : Apologies to any mandolin lovers out there. I am sure the instrument is very melodious and musical. Its just us. We are sorry.

Saturday

Attended a very very very very very (still not enough very's) very very very super performance by the legendary Mallika Sarabhai. I had watched her once before as a kid (i mean, I was a kid, she was just awesome) and not understood much. But this performance, left us dumbstruck. I remember having goose pimples during the show. And K was just gawking at her and trying to tell me how happy he was with the whole he-got-an-opportunity-to-gawk-at-her-in-real-life thing. But seriously, she is a genious. Plus she is from my home town (Ahmedabad) so I am doubly proud of her.

And then, we went to see "Inception". Good movie, in the sense that it makes you wonder (and argue with whoever will listen to you about your brilliant theory of what must have happened).

Sunday

It was perfect. Lazied out (I am sure its a word) the day with awesome weather and not very sub-standard cooking attempts.

And then there is today.. monday... !!
Here is wishing everybody (including me) a good week ahead.

:)

happy happy.. (in fact very very happy happy)

Most people I know like to think that they have a deep understanding of other people. I am myself one of them.. i mean, i really think i know what makes people "tick"..

I couldnt have been more wrong. In these past few days, I found out I didnt even know myself at all..

And the discovery has been surprisingly amazing.. and amusing..

(Although I am still going to continue thinking that i know people.. I guess thats what makes me tick.. )

Hope and Faith

I have realized that I have an infinite appetite for clinging endlessly to hopeless situations..

and I am yet to figure out the "why" of it.

Giving up is something I have to learn.

royal state of mismanagement

that has become my permanent status now-a-days..

everything is haphazard.. and i cant keep track of stuff anymore..

so anyways.. there are some good things too..

like today i discovered this new font - Lucida Bright (ok, ok. i know it has been there for a while.. i just happened to come across it today)
.. and took an instant liking to it..

my day surprisingly turned out to be really productive (with a number of proposals completed in the new font)

and it kept me happy

:D

i give up on sanity

coz sanity has given up on me

and it rained

:)
thank you thank you thank you bhagwanji

the little window

there is window a bit far from my cubicle

when i stand there, i can see outside

(and my boss can see me standing there and not working)

not much to look at though.. more offices, lawns and ant like people

but i like standing there and staring at the muddy grey sky

its like i want to stare it out and make it rain

please prey that i win

Todays Mood

Like a happy pig gloriously wallowing in mud. In a pink world.

Spontaneous Joke of the Day 2

"A Big Bang created the universe "

:P :P

Who says AstroPhysicists dont have a sense of humour..

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Rejected a job application from a guy who used to be a jerk in our college.

Felt good :)

Inferences

Trouble comes running after you when you run away from it.

And hence, being the intelligent-I-think-therefore-I-am kind of human being, I always keep looking for more trouble.

Somehow it is not working out that well..

:)

Spontaneous Joke of the Day

butt kicker = kick butter

(I apologise for any serious brain damage occured because of this post)

:[

Most poeple rely on alarm clocks to get up in the mornings. I dont. (Actually, I cant :D )
I usually rely on the morning sunlight to wake me up (as a downside of which i can NEVER get up before 7 : )
Anyways, so its the morning light flitering through the curtains which wakes me up. And as a result on cloudy days, i am always late. Which I dont mind since I like cloudy days and hence wake up late but happy.

Today morning, i thought I woke up to a particularly happy cloudy morning.
And drew the curtains to find sjhgdjsg.

There was so much dust in the air that it had hid the Sun completely.... !!

I hate dust.

updates

I have managed to not write blog posts for a pretty long time now.. Being lazy of course..

So its time for updates (not that there are many).. I took a long vacation after a long long time.

Spent time with family

and

spent time being happy..

Yeah.. that kinf of sums it up.. Will post pictures soon.. to help with the summing up :P

I guess I hav mentioned somewhere about the beautiful gulmohar and amaltaas trees around our house. In fact they have lifted the beauty quotient of the whole city with trees laden with vibrant red and yellow flowers (not very unlike Japan and the cherry blossoms)

(Now since I am very lazy to click pictures myself, I am putting these pictures from the web.)

Music and lyrics

Husband and I are obsessed with singing. We sing a lot. And we are loud.. I know that for a fact because once my neighbour said - "You guys arent visible most of the times. But I know you are home when we hear you." (Yes, that is scary on a lot of levels.. )

Anyways, so the point is, we sing. And not well. (Sorry Ksh.. that's the truth.. But whatever you sing is music to my ears :D)

And we are very innovative. No song ever comes out without a bit of remixing. The lyrics change, tone and tempo change, and sometimes the language too..

It might be slightly unsettling (When Ksh rewrites all the lyrics) and cacophonous (my morning voice) to others, but it is mighty relaxing for us. A happyfying experience.

That is what music is for.. right ?? :)

This is not here

Television is evil. A sweet kind of evil.

Just when I decided to go all health-foodie, the TV starts showing shows like Food Paradise.. Which consists of people eating all sorts of mind bogglingly great food articles..

I got converted into a guilt ridden but haapy and content miss Eats-a-lot from the pathetic leaf munching health-foodie that i was (for a couple of hours at least)..

And I dont see a way out.. I am not even sure I want to :)

Fact

Among the things i dont like, income tax features on the number one position.

Of rodents and their anatomy

Language they say, is a tool for communicating your thoughts, feelings, facts and office memos.

And I love the intricacies of languages and the beautiful works of literature. But at times I am stumped.

Like this one - "I/You/My neighbour/The dog dont/doesnt give a rat's ass. "

Why would anyone care for exchanging rats' asses?

or any other creature's ??

:)

I visited Calcutta (I cant say Kolkata.. m sorry. But Calcutta stays Calcutta on my blog) after almost 10 years.. And the one thing i realized is that age corrupts..

In the Calcutta I remember from the trips I had in childhood, I remember beautiful colorful buses with fancy wooden windows, and this time I saw dilapidated boxes running amok on roads..
I remember elegant old world buildings with down to earth people, and I all I saw now was old buildings, with rusted broken windows.

and the crowd.. ohh the crowd.. everywhere...

Anyways, its not all bad.. Calcutta does hold a charm for me.. And I have been to no other city that can come close to it. Its the people of Calcutta. The awareness that is there.. nowhere else..

nowhere else have I seen a barber shop called - Newton Hair Saloon

nowhere else have I heard Beethoven blaring loudly at the chauraaha as a publicity thingie of a political party

nowhere else have i seen not one, but two processions, within one hour..
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Being IPL season, its inevitable that IPL rules everybody. But strangely I didnt find many KKR fans in Kolkata. I asked my driver why he prefered Mumbai Indians to KKR and he kind of evaded the question by mumblings something about mumbai..

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As always, I had to meet a whole lot of people there. And the more I meet people, I discover new things about myself.

Another one of those lame a** late night posts

But this one is better.. because I am listening to this new song by Shakira from She Wolf - gypsy.. Its awesome.. I love it so much that this post is going to be dedicated to Shakira.. And women. yes to women.. my people..

Met a very very very dear old friend today. All by chance. And I have been happy and cheerful since then. :D

Even on another one of those lame a** late work nights..

:)

:(

some %#^%@*&$^ stole my wallet yesterday.
With some cash, all my cards, ID and Driving License
And my lucky coin
and a hand written note :(

Damn you pickpocket.

Why birds are equivalent to nuclear weapons

I might have mentioned somewhere that I have started gardening. And from gardening what I mean is trying not to kill the few plants that i have in my living room balcony.

It actually began during winters. Given my love for live things with chlorophyll and the absurd number of balconies in our home K and I decided to buy some flowering plants.
On arriving at the nursery, Ksh says I started raving like a hungry kid in a cheese house (plz note i didnt say chocolate. At present there is a chocolate excess in our house. My freezer is crammed with choclates and there is more). We finally decided on some pretty looking plants totally laden with flowers.
On bringing them home, super enthusiastic that I was, I took charge of maintaining them. With regular watering and careful weeding, they all died pretty fast. Not all of them though, a couple of them decided to dry up partially and turn into ..well semi dried plants. It might hav been the monstrous delhi winters or the sheer amount of water that they were flooded with everyday, we'd never know..

Anyways, spring came. And I decided to restrict myself with hardy ever green plants and seeds this time. Another few trips to the nursery got us some nice super tough (touchwood) plants and three different variety of seeds.
After elaborate preparations the seeds were sown (the hardy plants were(are) fine on their own) and checked upon twice everyday. Now, I kind of forgot which pot had which seed and after a couple of days i had four varieties of seedlings when there were only three kinds of seeds. nevermind.. I cared for every one of them like .. well like plants. One of them is weed, though i cant tell which.
So, thats the story so far. till a couple of days ago that is.

I noticed today, that pigeons have eaten/messed up two pots.

And now I hate those messy birds. For ever.
If I could, i would prefer they eat something else, like bird food.


[update: the reason I am posting this post at 11:30 at night is because i have a lot of office work. Which roughly translates into wasting a lot of time on the internet while ignoring work, staying up late and turning up for work next morning looking like a zombie]
[update 2: Its 1:30 a.m and i am actually getting mad with being super tired and not sleepy(because of all the caffiene(how do you spell caffiene??)) at the same time.]

unwinding :)

Finally I got a day off..

So I am taking the day at my own pace..

A lazy lazy cup of tea.. reading stupid celebrity stuff in the newspaper.. I guess i have stated somewhere that i love the way sunlight filters in my living room.. i am totally nuts about natural lighting at home.. it really makes me happy.

Anyways, so i decided to try my hands on something i hadnt made in a long long time - Bhari bhindi.. and they turned out to be okay..

Had a terrific weekend. As a result of which by the end of the weekend, i.e. sunday night I was incredibly happy and incredibly tired.. could barely keep my eyes open.

Anyways, the tiredness did not wear off in my sleep and I arrived at work looking like a penguin lost in Amazon. (not in literal sense though. In reality, I look more like a sleep deprived human being. Which I am)


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totally unrelated topic follows
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When I was about three or four, I used to have two pony tails. And I drew pictures of people with no stomach.

Spaghetti and my brain

Many many years ago ( yeah I am very old.. right. haha ) i read a pretty sad story.. among other
sad things it taught me that human brain looks like spaghetti.

well, mine behaves like spaghetti.

Spaghetti can not remember facts and figures.

neither can my brain

ergo

the weekend

Tushar says my posts are very small.. in his words - wo shuru karne se pehle hi khatam ho jaate hain



So here it is.. (sonce a picture is worth a thousand words :D)



That is choclate cookies, chicken nuggets, fried fish and chicken curry

:)

The importance of being alert

Madhu coming back home from office..
Reaching the building before her cook does.. yayy...
Enters the lift, presses the button while trying to shake off a nasty irritating song out of her head..
The lift doors open.. a super cute kid standing on the way.. smiling.. madhu comes out of the lift, smiling wildly and asks the kid's parents(who by the way are standing there..): Are you guys new here?
Awesome bewildered looks and a quick reply - "No. We arent. "
Madhu shrugs back and walks to her flat.. Wait now, the door looks different. Did somebody vandalize her apartment!! A frenzied look here and there.. Where's the dried flower pot?? Did it get stolen too???
And then it shines upon her brain.. Its the wrong floor.. And, the kid and his parents are still staring!!!!

Major embarrassment.

Balancing factor

Ksh - "Honey.. Your clothes are always all over the place. But I really like the chocolate cake that you make. So, you are okay "

And that is how my (bare existent) culinary skills make up for my super messiness.

I am okay with that too :)

home.. alone

I understand what "mixed feelings" mean when I think about home..
Home was where we came home from school/college and no matter what happened during the day/month/year, all the worries flew away.. Mom-papa took care of everything.. we were safe.. from everything..
then we grew up.. left home. parents moved away.. and there is this house we once knew as home. the place where I can find my way in pitch darkness, where my hands and feet have memories of their own..
the patio where i sat on winter afternoons and rote learned multiplication tables(I must have paid more attention to the gajar ka halwa because i still get the multiplication tables wrong :P), my study room where i graduated to calculus and loved it..
the backyard which was full of loose earth where we played in mud in smeltering afternoons and made mud toys
the balcony from where we threw our paper planes
where I learnt to ride a bicyle, drive a motored two wheeler and eventually a car..
where i outgrew pinafores and frocks and umbrella ponytails

that.. was home..

:)

Horrible horrible mad day at work..
I had a hundred things to do.. all at once. Became disoriented.. terrible feeling

and then..

I found myself humming the "hamara bajaj" tune.. and I felt everything was going to turn out well.. and they did.

its great what happy childhood memories can achieve

touchwood..

:|

You know what I dont like - Parking.

And the thing that I really dont like - Parking in back gear !

aaaarrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!

the break, away from the mundane

giant firs

the sounds they make - they make you look around

like waves in a green ocean

the onset of spring

swathing everything in its brilliant orange - yellow tint

long lazy treks

to find a stone of your own

lots and lots (and lots) of food

happy silly laughs

happy people

:)

only hours away.. from everyday

the mundane

Sunlight sundance

We have finally started getting up early (7:30 ish i.e. ) in the mornings.. and it feels great..
Mornings are so awesome at our place.. There is this sunlight fest going on in our living room..
Its awesome. Really.. It kind of nullyfies the bad effects of being over burdened with office work.

And I tried my hands at a bit of gardening today..
:)

Looking forward to the weekend.

Scraps

Started working on one of my fav projects again.
Will post pictures once it is finished.. But I blew out the fuse by mistake and now it is going to take longer than it should :

Anyways, with K working longer hours, I have more time by myself. Since TV is mostly full of stupid crap (except for this series Bones that I love to watch) and I needed to do something productive, hence....

And it feels great to be doing something you love..

Why slippers need to be comfortable and fluffy

Came home on time today :) :)

Roamed around in the flat eating cheese slices while making shin chan noises

Time well spent??

I think so

:)

Why context is important

Jade : Great color for a satin dress
totally inappropriate for a background wash

Spring onions do not make anything bounce.

Ditto for spring rolls.

And I do not care if this blog doesnt make sense.

:D

rain ->chill -> socks

and these babies are my favorite..

Saturday morning news: Its not going to be a working weekend :D
Breakfast Menu : Homemade pizza, coffee and chocolate

Sure recipe for pure bliss

Strange times these.. very strange..
and i dont wish to get familiar..

Dear God. Let this pass.. quickly plz..

amen.

beacuse we do

our bdays fall very close to each other's.. and its our bday fortnight :D

i wanted to buy him a dafli(a brillinat coloured plastic one) for his bday gift. he wanted to buy me a pair of shoes for his gift.(we havnt discussed my bday yet :D )

we didnt do either.. that is till today..

but the thing is that i dont know if its just us or there are other couples in this world who dont really go out and buy wrapped presents for each other. the last time i got one was way back in... (gosh i cant remember)

and its fine. in fact its great. i used to be kind of embarresed about this fact that we dont buy gifts on bdays or vdays.. not any more.. (another sign of growing up?? not being embarresed about things u shouldnt be embarresed about ?? :) )

anyways.. so thats that.

phssssssssssss....

Ksh says it makes my hands look devilish..
but i love my powder blue nail polish

thats so not me.

What is success?

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
And the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
And endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by
A healthy child, a garden patch
Or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed
Easier because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

tring tring

m not much of a tech person, but the other day i got thinking about just how much change has technology brought into our lives..

me, my parents, bro and my dearest friends are separated from each other by thousands of miles.. and yet, we somehow manage to be in constant touch with each other.

i cant imagine how morose my life would have been, if only not for mobile phones and internet.

touchwood..

kaipo chhe..

I have loved google for a long time now..

but today my love increased a bit.. :D

they have put a doodle on uttrayan

:D :D

sob sob.. (tears of happYness)

lazy ms. daisy

I have been meaning to do so many things..

ever since our wedding, k and i have become one of the lousiest specimens of human beings. ok. ok .. i will only speak about me (he claims he woke up early today : )

i have become so caught up in stupid things that i dont even take pictures anymore. on the few occasions when i do pick up the camera, it is never charged ! :(

so.. i promise myself that i will become a good girl (lady??) again.

and click pictures. :)

happeeneeueeaar

new year.. umm yeah ok
i dont think there is anything to be happy about the first day of a new month of a new year..

but

i was wished a happy new year by at least 50 people at work whom i never knew before. that was nice..
we decorated our workplace and it felt nice to have some color
i received a call at work today.. it was a wrong number.. the guy still wished me a happy new year and I wished him back. and we exchanged a laugh. that was nice too..

so.. i understood.. we celebrate because we want to be happy.. and we get happy because of the celebration..

i think that makes perfect sense..

hurrah..

I dont really hate work. In fact every now and then I get some good piece of work.

But there are some things that i absolutely love.. Like

1. Putting “Confidential” seal on “Confidential” papers.
2. Punching paper.
3. Shredding “Confidential” papers.
4. Box files.

itsy bitsy beasty feasty

Finally..

managed to take the afternoon off from work..

went to the doc..

and got scolded for not coming earlier..

:|

anyways.. so since i already had the time, roamed around a little and explored the neighborhood. I really like what i saw. And there i thought you cant get anything in gurgaon :D

cooked for hubby (really rare occurrence) and managed to pull off a decent chicken curry and to top it off.. some gajar ka halwa

:D ;D

m feeling festive already

writer's block ( with new shoes)

(I wanted to write a post about the year 2009. About the changes the year brought to my life. And somehow I wasnt able to. Wrote, re wrote and erased the post a number of times.. and then just gave up..)

So instead I am just gonna write about my new shoes.

I love them.

End of story.



:)

Human or Dancer?

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind
And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your heart...
Cut the cord

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

- Human by "The Killers"

this song has been playing in infinite loop in my head for the last two days and I have been caught humming at work :P

Let go

I got home on time yesterday (three cheers..) and managed to catch Mahabharat on TV.

For some reason, I got wondering about Karna. Now, this man was intelligent, learned, strong willed and skilled - all the characteristics of a great epic hero. Right?

Wrong.. He didnt have that one characteristic that marks the truly great ones - the power to let go, to forgive and forget.
Only one flaw, and he lived a bitter life. And died a bitter death.

Moral of the post: Its up to you, the individual, to not let the past overshadow your present. Let your life be a clean slate and live in present. That'll make life easier, for better.

For some inexplicable reason K believes that among the two of us, I am the more wierd one.
I claim otherwise. I do not take offence when called unique or different. But wierd?? No. I mean, wierd is a cow wearing yellow business suit and dancing to the beats of thriller.

So anyways, as a result, every now and then, the issue of ownership of the TV remote finds a companion in this all important issue of "who is wierder" and I guess our neighbours don their ear plugs.

blah blah

They say two things are certain - death and taxes..
Well for delhites, there are more - traffic jams and metro construction. (and the traffic jams because of metro construction :P)

anyways.. the point is.. I am being forced to mention here this conversation here:

K: blah blah something something... metro.. blah blah
M: hmm.. blah blah
K: these civil engineers working on metro project are sure lucky..
M: Yeah... I wonder if the baceria also have metro trains.
K: blah blah You have to put this on your blog.
M: Why..? this is stupid.
K: Yeah. Right.

Another first

My first traffic chalaan..

:(

Time of Pi/e

Just now, I thought about having a pie.. and incidently looked at my watch. It was 3.14
:)

Einstein incidently was born on 14th of March otherwise also known as Pi day. I think he was destined for greatness.

It took me 3 hours to finally stop shaking. It was not fear I am sure.. Maybe a residue of shock and fear..

Anyways.. I am keeping my fingers crossed for the evening.

please pray for me.

shortcut

in more ways than one

(actually just two)

I dont like work related tensions.
And what I really need is a nice holiday. Which I cant have :(
Why is my life so stupid??

Anyways, so the other day.. there I was, trying to cheer myself up. And I thought of a title of the book I will write. My book is going to be called - The ridiculously happy book of ridiculously happy incidents

:)

milestones..

Though it doesnt seem like it..

but it has been six months


touchwood


:)

Klueless is on.. And i havent been able to play.

Happened for the first time in five years..

:

Snaps from the past month

This one was taken on a beautiful partly clouded day.
I was very happy to be in such a beautiful place.
And scared because I hate being alone.

This one was privileged to be taken in the company of a cute little girl who magically pressed some keys and managed to turn off my lappie within 5 seconds.

And this...

Well this is my super ninja starfish hair clip.

A beautiful shade of purple

I found out that I share my birthday with Alice Walker. I have never been so proud of my Birthday before.

And thank you IHM and ManDevIan.

If you ever ever doubt the fact that nature wants us to be happy, just watch lemurs run(!)

Guilty Pleasures

I think I have mentioned somewhere before that I love, absolutely love watching food shows. I understand and remember only bits from them, but i guess i derive some kind of guilty voyeuristic pleasure watching those delicious dishes.

However, now that I am thrown into wedlock, ksh and I have to share the idiot box. Needless to say, endless arguments begin and end at the ownership of the remote control. As a result, instead of my food shows and his stupid shows(sports or some crap sports) we have to settle on some neutral show that both of us hate equally. (Or else, we just watch Shin Chan.)

This was till some time ago. Luckily we discovered this food show on D. Travel and Living called Nigella Bites. I love watching her food, Ksh just loves watching her.

Finally a food show that we both can ogle at. :)

"I am on a sneezing spree"
Another sign that winters are coming.

And I am very very busy too. But that does not have any significance at the macro life_on_earth level.

And yes, I AM going to be a super ninja girl in my next life.

Or alternatively

a super ninja squirrel

:)

Genuine appreciation goes a long long way.
It holds the ability to make you smile whenever u are reminded of it.

The first time I remember receiving such appreciation dates back to 2003. We were in III year I guess and had a fashion show in college. Never practiced, no rehearsals at all. In fact the dresses we wore were also anything we could lay our hands on to. Our group was a strange and funny assortment of people mostly from archi. For me it was the first experience of walking on the ramp. After finishing my walk when I went back to the lineup, my partner in the show - SJB says - "You were marvelous" and meant every word of it. And I seriously felt the genuine appreciation- without any hidden intentions. And it was one of the best compliments I have ever received in my life.

And now SJB and BG are getting married. I am sure they are going to be the most creative couple ever. Best of luck dears.. I hope I can attend the wedding. Will try. :)

I forget things. Its amazing how I could not recall anything. You are lucky u remember only the good parts he says. And I think so too..

Although it is hard for to realize, but situations hint that we must have grown up. Made the biggest Capex yet(and I hav reasons to believe that it is gonna stay the biggest for at least next 10-12 years or so).. So :) :)

P.S.: A very very happy Diwali and happy new year to all the lovely beings on this rock No.3 :)

True to the last word

Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age.

Dr. Seuss

A breathful of memories

It is a well known fact that I have lousy memory. I can hardly remember useful facts or occurances and frequently forget people's names.

The same is not true for my nose =0

Scents have always been associated with my memories. And not just factual memories, but memories complete with a feelings and sentiments.

It comes in really handy at times. Like no matter how depressed I am, a whiff off an old book takes me back to my old school library and momentarily to the carefree life I had as a kid (It is a separate matter that it also sends me to a sneezing spree as I am severely allergic to old book mold :D :D)

The neighborhood Saptaparni has blossomed.



I know very few trees (Rajnigandha, mogra(grows in shrubs, not tree).. ) who blossom at night. And with such heady mesmerizing enthralling fragrance.

A whiff of it is enough to indicate that winters are approaching and it is time to start airing the blankets.

More importantly - Diwali is here. :D :D

Friday is for Fun

Thank God for Fridays..

Got up late, broke my sandal ,was piled up with work

And yet...

its friday

and that's all that matters

Quirpost

Just went through a change of address. The process is more tiring than I had imagined. Most of my stuff is still dumped in the lobby(Its not really a lobby, just an extension of living room. But Lobby is such a cute name for a room). It will take us at least a week to arrange everything. Difficult in a working week of course. Anyways, the thing I am most excited about is painting the table. Bought primer, paint, brushes etc... I am so looking forward to the weekend.

In an ideal world, I would be a carpenter. And make beautiful things.
I really envy the guy on "While you were Out".. He has got some awesome amazing tools. I bet I can make some serious great stuff if I had those.

or a weaver. yup.. I could be a weaver. And make... mm.. carpets. Yeah quirky carpets. They would be called - quirpets

:)

:-\

I finally saw the point behind getting an engineering degree..
Damn.. I wish I had seen it earlier.. like when I still had a chance.

Most of the stuff he explained went above my head.. but i understood bits and parts.. (like RLC circuit, step-up/step-down transformer, inverter/converter :).. and I was glad that I did.. saved me from being a complete fool.

I was impressed, awed and intimidated all at once.

A touch with reality

Fate is our only chance for sanity.. Well for most of us that is.

Not for those kids I met today..
They have their feet firmly rooted to the ground.

Awesome

My Favorite : I
Ksh's favorite: U

What abt u??

My Kingdom of Blunderland

BBQ : Big Blunder Queen

That's who I am

:|

Joined a campaign against blog titles

2 Packets of Milk : Rs. 23
Petrol : Rs. 10
The look on his face when he discovered I left him sleeping, stole our car and drove to the dairy alone: Priceless

And..

I came across a Kadamb tree. In full bloom. (Are they always in bloom. I dont know) It must have been at least 15 years since I had last seen one.

Wasted the whole Sunday in a wild goose chase.

Went to bed a lot wiser.

Rain drain

As usual rains crippled Delhi's roads. Office goers returned from mid way.

I had a five hour delhi darshan tour. And a half day at home.

Cooked. After a long long time.

Changed blog layout. Will give it a 6 out of 10.

oopsie

I nearly fell asleep..

I hate meetings.

The rides

As a kid, I used to go to school in our school bus. For years I used to get ready in the morning, wait at the bus stop with other kids, pick flowers(there was a jhadu wala phool ka paed that I loved and still love. I visited it this time I was in Ahmedabad. It hasnt changed much.. Just looked not as big as I remembered it as a kid. (Wierdly the same thing also happened with a tall uncle. I saw him after about 15 years and he didnt seem that tall at all)), play seven up etc. etc while waiting for the bus. With time we even discovered a magic trick to make the bus arrive if it was late. We wrote "bus aa ja" on sand with our shoes (the fact that the shoes got soiled didnt bother us at all. I love childhood). And magically the bus would arrive. I still believe in the power of wanting something to happen collectively. And it still works.

Yeah so when the bus came, there was usually a scramble for "window seats". I remember the winning feeling when we(from the younger lot) managed to get a window seat. (However, we never actually remained on our seats ever. As soon as the bus started, the kids lined up along the aisle of the bus to experience the "superjump" on the numerous road bumpers all the way till the school.)

I have pretty much forgotten the thoughts with which I started this post. But it had something to do with the bus rides.

I took the company bus to work in Pune. It was a very very boring affair. Half asleep colleagues. Nobody shouted or counted red maruti cars. I usually immersed myself in crossword puzzles or sudoku. But there was one sight for which I waited. There was a small cottage on the way. Quite old and shabby. It was built in the wonderful old fashioned design (Pune is full of such beautiful old pieces. Most of them near the camp area.. one near an abattoir with grass on its slanting roof. Most of them in ruins now.) And it had sunflowers growing all around it. Bright yellow pretty sunflowers. A mere sight of them would make my day.

In NCR, there is no scope for such eye treats. I thought my daily bus journeys would be drab and boring. But haha.. I was proven wrong. On my way, I come across some very innovative furniture shops. And there is a street with shops selling old pieces of furniture. In first glance anyone would dismiss them for "kabaad". But on closer look you would discover that with a little work those pieces would be priceless..

So everyday, I chose one piece that I am able to have a good look at, and spend the rest of the journey thinking about what I would do with it.

I love day dreaming.

And I really want to settle down. In a house with our own furniture.

(So much about bus rides.)

Little things

From here

Cat with a hat. Mouse with a house

Beautiful morning.

Raining..

Sweet cool breeze..

:)

Week one

A great library..

Good coffee as many times u want..

what else can one want??

:)

62 years

Flew kites flew kites flew kites

:)

And discovered that my grand father in law is a really nice person.

Finally

Summer didnt agree with me.
I had made all these pretty little plans(and some big ones) and they didnt go as I wanted. I had to wait and wait and wait. And I hate them for that. Or atleast I did. Till 2 days ago.

As usual I hadnt reached out for help. Instead I just blocked myself from everyone. Its just so hard for me to admit failures. But then I did. And God must have thought -Oh this little miss perfect has learnt her lesson. And He must have smiled.
Because things improved.

Finally.

Gosh... I am such a difficult person to handle. I have absolutely no idea how ksh copes.

What

Violating all my rules, this morning I judged myself. As a mad person.
Moments later, I judged myself too worn out to pass a judgement.

My day passes scooting between home and hospital.
And worrying and waiting.

Driving blues

I have been practicing driving for the past week or so. Not that I dont know how to drive. I do, at least theoretically. I have even had a driving licence since the year I was 19(which I earned by giving a proper test). But sadly till date my driving licence has been used to ride trains(as ID proof) rather than to drive those light motored four wheeler automobiles like it was supposed to do.

For some reason, I never felt ok driving on roads. Maneuvering the car is the easy part. Its the whole contorted thing called gear that gets me. First of all, i can never remember when to move the stick and in which direction. Even if I do, it never behaves properly. As a result, my car has had some very interesting experiences like going on 25 kmph on first gear, as well as on fourth.
In my defence, I maintain that it is very difficult to drive in NCR where nobody seems to be aware of traffic rules.

Also, did I mention the horribly high decible leveled noise which keeps distracting me?? No no, I am not talking about the noise on the road. As soon as I take control of the steering wheel, ksh assumes the role of a super mean driving Guru. The only instruction I dont get is to keep breathing..

See, its not my fault that I dont drive..

MFAQ (Most FAQ)

This question has been asked by everybody who has met me since last month.. Everyone. My answers fall in a variety of ranges depending on who's asking the question and the number of caffeine fixes I hav had during the day(@Husband:I am joking. I dont pile up on coffee at all. Even when u go to work and I have unlimited supplies of milk, coffee and sugar with me. @Everybody else: Not joking :D )

Questn: "How does it feel to get married?"

Ans: Not much different from being single. Except for the act that u r not.
Its good. And silly. Its immensely silly which makes it perfectly normal.

Maybe I will be able to answer the question after 5,10 or 15 years. I dont know.. Maybe I will forever be exploring.

I mean there is no honest reply to the question. My instinctive rhetoric for this is - "so, how does it feel to be single?". However my politeness comes in the way of being rude And I refrain from actually asking the question..

Don't give up and use the chance

To return to innocence 

Peaceful is boring

"Your blog doesnt show any signs of your  approaching (impending ?) wedding!" Thus noted the Sherlock Holmes among my friends (after a very careful scrutiny I am sure).

Pleading guilty, I decided to follow instructions and post something that would do justice to the rollercoaster ride I am on right now.

Well to begin with most of my energy is spent on being mad at BF(short for boyfriend(I hate this word(dont i use too many brackets? Please follow java rules to get the semantics right. Thanks.)) and thats what he is till the D day :|).

It has nothing to do with the fact that we are getting married. 

Actually we have a very long history of my being mad at him. 

Seasons changed. And so did the reasons. The one thing that didnt was.. well u get it now right ..

People ask us how we stuck together for so many years. We usually give them some crappy answer about love and respect for each other.. blah blah.. The truth is, it stays fresh beacuse we fight. 

This has been a constant state of affairs for years. Even before we were actually dating. The very first comment( till date he claims it to be a compliment) he bestowed on me was "you have a cute nose". Taking a 2 second's pause for extra emphasis, he added "like a cartoon's ".  

Now, I agree I might have a bit shorter fuse, but I am not the kind of a girl who thinks this might be a compliment. Not even if the person complimenting was Walt Disney or Charles Schulz. 

I'd like to think his style of wooing has evolved with time. Wishful thinking. 

Just last year, in the middle of an ongoing fight, he says - "I got you a gift. Its a surprise." 

Again, his favorite 2 second's pause and he adds "You are going to love it." I mellow down a bit, expecting some decent gift ( pearls would have been nice (@BF: Hope you are noting this down)).

And then he says, "I cant wait for you to find out. Let me tell you what it is." 

"Its what you always needed - A portable hard disk drive"

And I am blamed for being mad for no valid reasons..

[On a separate note, I was back to my hometown in time for casting my vote. I am a responsible citizen. :D A sincere request to everyone - PLEASE VOTE]