Tuesday, September 16, 2014

My Love

Those impossibly, unruly curls
The smooth texture as I run my hand through them
Struck anew by the long long eyelashes 
The inscrutable stare before you drift off to sleep
The chubby arms that belie your lean frame
The softness of your cheek as you vigorously nurse on me
The hands that pat me as if to say - good job, mama
I am privileged, child, lucky beyond compare 

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Mind your own dress

Yes, I know that's a lot of cleavage. No, it is supposed to be that short. Yes, it is a little see-through. No, I don't mind that my bra shows a bit. No, I don't believe in wearing a slip/ chemise/ spaghetti top. Yes, I do want to go out like that. No, I don't care that it's inappropriate. Yes, I know it's transparent. No, I don't care what people will say. You know, it's my body; I get to decide what I want to wear.. or not wear.

After spending 30 plus years in India, do you think I don't already mentally run through how I dress and where I am going in it? I don't need anyone else's opinion on my clothing. Even when I am undecided on what to wear, unless I ask for your opinion, please don't bother telling me. And not to worry, I still won't listen to you. Your dress sense isn't exactly up to my standards either but do you see me going all Trinny and Susannah on you? Kindly extend the same courtesy to me.

Thanks.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

I swear I had a post idea..

.. on Friday. Mummy swear! I just can't remember it at this moment. So I have to fall back on the reliable posting whatever I feel like. Wait, I also watched 2 episodes of Game of Thrones. So total blog material right there.

What do I like best about GoT: Seeing what is arguably one of the best fantasy series recreated on-screen. I mean, I love LOTR but a single movie of Hobbit is all I can stand in a single year. I'm guessing my husband thinks so too because of all the ranting I do leading upto and after the movie as well. I mean why the hell is Legolas falling in love with some psycho elf chick... Ok, stopping now.

What do I hate the most about GoT: The fact that they take FOREVER to make and release. 10 episodes a year is just torture sometimes. Plus we have to get the episodes off the net after the season is over in the US. And no, I don't watch it when it screens on HBO in India. The stupid censors hack so much off, I'm surprised there's anything left!

What do I admire the most about GoT: The way the TV show mixes up stuff from the book. And I don't even care. I am usually very canon-like but because the series is super long and unfinished, the producers and GRMM happily fiddle with the storyline. And I am ok with it! In fact, I would say I even prefer many of the changes made just 'cos it makes for such good TV!

And yes, I love Tyrion. And I get to be all smug 'cos I read Dance with Dragons.

 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Famous Last Words?

So I already missed a day of blogging. After all my self exhortation and all also. My only excuse is that i went out in the hell that is Delhi's heat and then, well, my baby is really quite cute and extremely distracting.
And that excuse is going to come up more often. i mean, my baby is seriously cute!
I read a poll by that hallowed baby website called Baby Centre and answered two questions. The first was - do you think your baby is cuter than all other babies (Hell yeah!) and the second was do you discuss this extreme cuteness with your partner? And i realised I had been punked (as had the other 92% of parents answering the poll)
Anyway, my punishment to myself is that i have to post twice today so i thought i better get one off before 10 am. Otherwise flash to next week and i trying to write 7 posts in a single day and noone is getting fooled.
Hey, this writing about nothing really works! I mean i akready have 3 whole paragraphs and i havent even needed to crack a bad joke yet. Meanwhile, did you hear about the one where a horse walks into a bar... Yeah, me too.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

I must, I must, I must.. post again (and not screw up the publish option)

Gah! My procrastinating tendencies have come to the fore!

There is nothing easier to put off than a blog spot. After all, the kid must be fed and diapered on time and one's hygiene cannot be ignored but a bit of writing can always wait.

So I now pledge to write something EVERYDAY. Yes, it may be crap but it will be written and posted. And can always be deleted off later. And if it does turn out to be a beautiful bit of prose , well then, it shall be saved for posterity.

Plus, even a rambling self-congratulatory post like this also counts so toodles!

Vishu and other thoughts

First off, wishing everyone a Happy Vishu i.e. Happy New Year. I woke up bright and early and collected my 'kanni' from Mom and Uncle so feeling rich early morning. This is also my first posts since moving back to Delhi but more on that later. I was making my way to office in the metro in the morning with the usual thoughts running through my head. How much work awaited me in office, what plans could be made over the weeken, how to find some time for various chores etc. As I lined up to swipe my pass and exit the station, I noticed the chap in front of me moving slowly. He had none of the usual impatience of the early morning commuter and kept a respectful distance from the lady in front of him. I, being behind him, was none too pleased and wondered why he couldn't just shove up and get throught the till. When he reached the till too, he seemed to be taking a long time to shift his Metro card from his left to his right hand and pass through. And then it struck me. His right sleeve was empty. As I saw him walk away, I felt a quick shame at my impatience and half-formed recriminations. I also felt it was the right encounter on the first day of the New Year. It reminded me for my life and all my happinesses. A loving family, a supportive extended family, a good job, wonderful friends and a healthy, albeit unfit body.

Kasamh Se

V and I were doing a little maths the other while watching another episode of our love-to-hate soap Kasamh Se. The soap is about 3 sisters focussing on the eldest played by demure 19-year old Prachi Desai. Now she stood in for her younger sister during her marriage so we assume she started off being 19 years old on TV. (Her younger sister was suppoed to be married and assuming legaliy, she would be 18 and her elder sister Bani at least 19). Now despite her new hubby furious at her deception, marital relations were still on (Men!) so she has twins who pop it when they're 4 - yes very sad. That takes her to 24 yrs. Then due to some scheming she gets banished from her hubby despite being pregnant with her daughter (Ganga for those who really want to know). There was some sort of time jump because we next see her when Ganga is about 6 and in school and all. Age check - 30 (we're giving her the benefit of one year less because she was enciente when she got thrown out. Ok, now she gets back together with her hubby (who's re-married by the by) and has another set of twins. Another generation gap and actress change and now we're 16 years ahead. So she should be 46. Technically this role was to be played by 19 year old Ekta Kapoor favourite Prachi but she's onto bigger things. The actress currently playing the role is new-comer

I must, I must, I must.. post more often

Gah! My procrastinating tendencies have come to the fore!

There is nothing easier to put off than a blog spot. After all, the kid must be fed and diapered on time and one's hygiene cannot be ignored but a bit of writing can always wait.

So I now pledge to write something EVERYDAY. Yes, it may be crap but it will be written and posted. And can always be deleted off later. And if it does turn out to be a beautiful bit of prose , well then, it shall be saved for posterity.

Plus, even a rambling self-congratulatory post like this also counts so toodles!

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.