Whimsical and Quixotic..

MY thoughts, MY feelings, MY life..

Friday, November 22, 2013

Happy Anniversary

The fifth year anniversary is represented by wood symbolising strength, solidity and warmth.
You are my bulwark. My partner in every sense of the word. You give and have given me unconditional support whenever I needed. And I have needed it often. Even in the worst of times, even through your pain, you have taken my hand and led us to the sunshine...

The fifth year anniversary is represented by sapphire/ turquoise.
It is true, you're my true blue. My due north, my light at the end of the tunnel. I often tell you how much you make me cry but I also remind you that you also always make me laugh; much much more. Keep smiling darling, you will find me answering, always.

The fifth anniversary is represented by daisy.
And that's a beautiful yet simple flower. It makes one smile just by looking at it.. Thank you for my, nay, OUR special daisy. She is our new sunshine and she always will be.

The fifth anniversary is represented by wood.
Touchwood.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Hiatus

Rainbow.
Miracle.

Hope and love afresh.


It feels odd. But am back on blogger and will try my hand at writing more regularly.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

26 Days

26 days of wondering and waiting
26 days of not getting my hopes up.. and failing
26 days of delight and awe
26 days of making dreams come true
26 days of planning and thinking
26 days of secretive smiles
26 days of being good
26 days of ribbing and laughter
2 days of worry
2 days of pain
A lifetime of memories
No regrets. Ever.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year


On the last day of a fabulous decade.

A decade where I grew up but stayed playful, got older but remained naive, matured as a person and also got pickled, got educated but continued to learn, earned a salary and blew it all up, made some incredible friends and lost some as well, found and lost and found love again.

Much love to my family and friends - they are the cocoa and sugar to my dessert! Yes, Nishant is the nut.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Emperor - A Review


The Landmark sale convinced me to try the first of the Emperor series written by ex-history teacher Conn Iggulden - The Gates of Rome. A big fan of Robert Harris and his Imperium, I was especially fascinated with the struggle between Dictatorship and Republic in Ancient Rome. The more erudite of readers can probably draw parallels with modern-day politics but I just enjoyed reading about Cicero and his life as told by Tiro. The follow-up Lustrum wasn't as gripping and suffice to say, I'm not panting at the bit for his final book in the trilogy. At the same time, I liked Robert Harris's unusual depiction of that famous Roman Julius Caesar and the Emperor series seemed to paint a different yet similar picture.

So when I raced through, The Gates of Rome, I quickly bought the other 3 books in the series (at full price) and settled down to pace myself through them. Emperor takes one through the life and times of Gaius Julius Caesar - from his childhood to his exile, triumphs in Gaul, Britain and even his time in Egypt. The author's detailed description of army maneuvers are gripping and I suspect will be the mainstay of the movie (rights to which have been picked up already) but the more interesting (for me, anyway) parts of the books is the complicated relationship between Caesar and Brutus culminating in that famous phrase - Et tu, Brutus? It is an unusual and ambiguous depiction of a friendship-cum-enimity where love and hate blur together and jealousy and awe jostle for supremacy. The stark contrast tugs at our heart strings especially when one quickly re-reads the first chapter of the first book after completing the final book. No surprise that while the author plans to write a fifth book, I would be happier if the series was left as is.

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Advice columns

So I have a guilty pleasure.
I enjoy reading advice columns in newspapers and magazines. Not the sleazy sex columns where every man seems to write in about the same thing. Ugh.
No, I enjoy reading what people write in, asking for advice to their personal problems. Maybe I get a kick out of trying to imagine what my advice would be and giggling when I'm off-base (Hey if Pooja Bedi can do it...). The problem is that the main paper I read doesn't have this kind of a column and I'll be damned if I go spend Rs. 100 just to satisfy my idle curiosity.
So I hit the motherlode the other day via an accidental link to Dear Prudence in Slate Magazine and then her archive section. I waded through all of 2010 columns including the live chat which often ran into multiple pages and enjoyed myself immensely. Between the Bridezilla mails and the one about etiquette (how long can I put off writing thank you notes etc), I also noticed a lot of mails about hurt feelings caused by friends and family members. Whether it was the mother-in-law who displays a wedding photo (without the bride - her DIL - in it) or the friend who doesn't invite her closest friend for her wedding / party / house-warming; the mails all spoke about people who have hurt the writer's feelings in some way making him / her (oh, alright they were mostly female) bitter and angry. While the advice columnist (sanely) told the writers to either speak up or shut up, I got thinking.
As someone who often gets foot-in-mouth disease and then worries her apologies sounds insincere, I also know that many-a-times people have no clue that what they've said may have come off as hurtful. While often, the recepient is too stunned to respond (hey its happened to me too - I was just flabbergasted that someone could be so rude! And to me no less!), I also think people should be called out on their gaffes immediately, if not soon after. No way should it fester and weigh on someone's mind and then erupt in a totally inappropriate time on the clueless, albeit rude person. Of course, if there is malice involved, an apology may not be forthcoming but at least you got it off your chest and sounded assertive too.
Now I just re-read this post and I think I am sounding a lot like Prudence so am jazzing off. Not to read all the columns of 2009 :)

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Family Matters!

Its been about 3 months since my last post. A post where I promised to myself that I would write at least once a month. I could make a dozen excuses enumerating how strange and different the time has been but I have no patience with specious reasons especially my own.
Instead I will simply write the post. A prosaic (though not poetic) solution.
So I have enough time to do some reading these days catching up on books both good and bad. People often find my reading habits strange. I remember a senior in school being non-plussed to see my name in both Isaac Asimov as well as Agatha Christie books in the library (written on the borrowing cards, not the pages of the books!) after having caught me with a Mills & Boon as well as pontificating on Ayn Rand. Anyway, my guilty pleasure these days is Regency romances (long enough to last, happy endings to suit romantic me) but after amassing many of these, I decided to pick another book of a different sort.
Enter Family Matters by Rohinton Mistry. A tale of a Parsi family and the illness of the patriarch, the book looks heavy (the hardback didn't help) but makes for easy reading. On of the themes (Parsi - non-Parsi romance) intrigued me while the who-will-take-care-of-the-ill-father struck a chord. However, Mistry's prose is light and doesn't dwell on the sadness of the story (though the description of the partiarch's affliction of Parkinson moved me). Even the subtle Shiv Sena-RSS sub-plot is well handled but doesn't overwhelm the reader, instead leaving silent questions for us. I especially enjoyed the deft descriptions of the Parsi religion and a provoking thought at how willingly we ignore religions unfamiliar to us. But in the end, what really works for the book is the engaging story and the way it draws us into the quiet life of a Parsi family in Mumbai (not Bombay). And in the end isn't that what a good book (whatever the genre) is supposed to be - A Jolly Good Read?