THE random musing of my mind...about things that interest me...The title of the blog describes a state of MIND..the mind always wondering...WHAT IF ??...in times of success, victory, dreams, failures.....
...yes...yes..that's a confession and the existing proof makes it a difficult fact to deny. Its been a week and a half since the time change where we have gone back by an hour, but I still refuse to change my watch and clocks around the house. The clocks that got lucky to be at the right time are the ones that had a automatic update! But then I'm not the only one...all the clocks in my gym too need the updated time. Aren't these guys really lazy?? heeeeheeee
Well no, but I'm not even lazy - everyday I look at my bedside clock and the watch that I'm wearing and think its time to change the time, but then I stop myself....what is it?? the fear of the unknown? or is it a fear that the current way of life that I'm accustomed to will change?? How will it change, I ask myself...by you just changing the time on your clock....the real time has already changed hasn't it...? As I ask myself these questions, I get really confused and decide not to do it till tomorrow.....! But to a resistant mind...the questions never cease do they?
So here I am with the time still an hour ahead of what it should be....maybe I like to be ahead of time I tell myself!!!!
Rain!!! Now where do I begin....after the havoc the rain caused at my parents home two days back, the hate relationship will soon go to "Superhate"....It was so bad and the agony of not being there to help my parents getting things back together is even worse. While they keep assuring me that everything is alright and things are getting back to normal, the tiredness and a the little remorse in their voice over loosing so many of their possessions is very agonising to say the least. But thank god everyone is safe and life seems to be gaining normalcy slowly.
Here are some of the pictures of the havoc. This one if of our car...which got on to another neighbours car.
So in an already low state of mind, the wet depressing weather was not helping much. When I used to run to work on wet and watery days, getting wet and sniffing away in office, my dream used to be sitting by the window, sipping hot coffee while reading a book and watching the rain. Over the last few days, I realised that now that I had the time, I wasn't really living that dream. But somehow today I didn't feel like a book. And tomorrow some friends have a house warming party - so I thought why not make a little gift for them. So while my parents were piecing the house back together, I decided to do the same - i.e. some mosaic! I set up a mini workshop in the balcony trying to enjoy the weather and since I was working with glass, didn't want it to get into everything else. And it was strangely therapeutic...I felt good about the mosaic and also the weather - the sun almost came out for a while!! So here's what I made - its still work- in -progress though.
P.S - If you aren't a great photographer and basically clumsy - don't try too many stunts to try and get your pics right. After the pic above - only one of the glasses remains!
....but you sure do!! It was just so terrible...one of the few movies where I've seriously considered getting out of the theatre. It's almost like a documentary on how money is controlled. Those who know it won't want to watch it again and those who don't, don't know it because it isn't something that excites them terribly anyway. I haven't seen the first part - but I guess its better than this one!!
Those of you who still want to see the movie of course must - you can't rely too much on the opinion of someone who slept through most of it anyway!!
……..need you even ask – Of course “The Big Bang Theory” (BBT)
When Vinit (my cousin) invited me to this group – the first thing was – a group?? For this? But I decided to play along…its just two “velas” – him, with his family in away and me without a job. And secondly, I abhor the word “Desi”. I haven’t figured out why most Indians staying abroad use it ever so often, maybe it’s a term of endearment that’s supposed to bond us together…but come on, can’t we do better than “Desi”?? But well, that’s a discussion for another day.
Moving on to the question at hand…is there really a doubt which one to watch? A quick show of hands around the me (of course both my own) has solved the dilemma real quick! Who wants to anyway watch a half baked, badly researched rendition of life in an Indian call centre? Having been a part of one myself and having spent some of the most enjoyable years of my working life there – I haven’t really enjoyed any of the movies or books written on call centres – be it “One night at a call centre”, “Hello”, or then the very popular “Outsourced” who I know a lot of people thoroughly enjoyed! So I’m not going to watch this one either..and even if I do I’m sure I won’t like it.
And then WHO wouldn’t want to watch the completely crazy and lovable Sheldon, Leonard, Raj, Penny and Wolowitz??? But then of course you are talking to a person who can watch an entire episode of Sheldon doing his prized “knock Knock – Penny” *3 and laugh out loud each time he does it? And who wouldn’t want to watch Leonard’s goofy smile with his neck tilting upwards and give him a huge bear hug? Quite simply – I LOVE THE SHOW….and after each episode I can’t wait to watch another one. I wish they’d make a movie on it too….a really really long one – which you can watch everyday whenever you’re stressed or bored. And when I watch BBT – I almost feel like I’m right there, living with them. And the series does seem to be well researched -well actually I haven’t ever gone and googled any of the things Sheldon states to check if they were true…reasons of course being that I don’t understand a thing about Physics and also I don’t really remember the facts at the end of the episode!! And its all good clean humour…not some joke where I have to rack my brain to understand the meaning or turn to the hubby for explanation….
So all in all – I’m gonna watch BBT and not “Outsourced” – I have enough people already – spelling my name as Menasi - how “A” and “E” ever sound alike beats me – to watch my accent being mocked yet again!! I wonder though how a person with the accent like they show on the “show” will ever get recruited into a call centre. All in all – I have tremendous respect for the call centre “agents” as they are called. Having worked in the HR department I used to wonder how they can work like they did and would am sure I will never be able to do it myself. The pressure is tremendous, the hours are crazy, not to forget the wackos you have to deal with often on the calls.
So bring it on Sheldon, Leonard and gang…! And of course, us “desis” will decide which one we want to watch!!
Yippeee....I met Sophie Kinsella and it was so much fun!! She spoke, read, answered questions and also signed the books! Anyway considering that she's the queen of chick-lit, it wasn't much a surprise though that the place was filled with only women...there were a few men but mostly accompanying their partners as photographers I think! It was so exciting to see all these women with soo much of a passion for all of Sophie's books!
What I really liked about Sophie though was her sense of humour and humility. She was really like the next door neighbour....except that she wrote really popular best selling books! But she patiently spoke to everyone, signed the book and even posed for pics! My take away from the evening was that she said, "You should write what you as a reader will want to read, without trying to guess what the readers will want to read"...food for thought..
And I wasn't so celebrity struck today and managed to speak to her, take a pic and get my book signed...so a good sign and an evening very well spent..
The interesting thing is that "Undomestic Goddess" and "Can you keep a secret" could be made into movies soon...people are already working on it! Wow..would love to guess who'll be cast as Jack Harper!
As of now.....looking forward to reading the Mini Shopaholic...!!!
....Sophie Kinsella...that's who!!! My favourite chick lit author....and well she's not coming to my town..but to NYC...and I'm most excited!
I read my first Shopaholic book when I was going through a particularly stressful and low period in life...and boy did it get my spirits up! A colleague introduced me to the Shopaholic series then, and I have'nt stopped raving about it and recommending it to people since. I've read every single book atleast twice and I do a re-read ever so often. Thank god she releases a book every year!
I'm looking forward to meeting her and if possible having a word as well...but the problem is I'm so "celeb struck" that I get dumbfound when I see someone famous...but then again I don't get to meet my favourite author everyday do I?
All things that I enjoy - of course my order is Eat, Love, Pray of course. So sufficient to say I really enjoyed the book. But I must confess since I'd picked up the book after the movie promos of "Eat Pray Love" were already airing - Julia Roberts was narrating the whole story to me - like you always have an image of the author and the protagonist in your mind. So I didn't have too much left for imagination this time - I could almost hear Julia Roberts voice too!
The Italy journey was described as only a true gourmand can! And you hardly find a book that can talks about Italy without talking about Milan and fashion...so this is really different. And the thought of just learning a language without a purpose and practicing it with so much gusto makes me also want to find a language which I want to learn!
The India journey is amazing especially for the struggles with meditation and search for peace. For someone who has always felt so uncomfortable with meditation and an inability to get my mind still for even a minute - its good to know that everyone struggles similarly. Of course I'm yet to find an author who can do justice to India in a way that it truly deserves. It more than poverty, spirituality and vegetarian food, but that's of course a discussion for another day. Infact when I started reading the book, I too was going through these strange moods and loneliness and it got me surprisingly calm at the end of the it.
The funny part is when I read about Bali, I believed everything just the way it was described. And then maybe I thought all the places are also much more - of course its just a very individual way of seeing it! So Bali was fun too , but there wasn't much of a personal realisation from it. But for the die hard romantic that I am - I expected a little from the Love part of the book, but of course not chicklit...its mature love and of course its real - its not fiction!!
So all in all - a fun read and since for the first time I actually had the movie version protagonist reading out the book to me - Look forward to seeing the film!!!
What does freedom mean to you? That's a question I've asked myself very often and I've always come up with different answers..it was freedom from school into college...and then freedom was figuring out what I wanted to do in life...during B-school days it was landing the dream job and then it was moving out from home...and then of course you start wondering what exactly freedom is? Is it just waiting for your next biggest goal, accomplishing it...feeling free for a day or two and then chasing something else?
A few months ago I read an interesting explanation of the manifestation of freedom in a Chetan Bhagat interview. He mentions in some other context that, once he was just walking by a station - and on an impulse decided to take a local to Lonavala, spent the day there, did some writing and then got back in the evening.
That's when I thought - wow this is what freedom is...doing what you want whenever you want to. But when the much awaited break to do what I want is now here, hopping on and off trains and buses isn't coming that easy to me! Well of course a primary reason being I don't get as much royalty to enjoy my freedom as he does (rather I don't get any at all). Which basically means freedom at someoneelse's expense (as in my case currently) is no freedom at all.
But on giving this a little more thought, I truly think being free means doing what you love to do and thats what I'm trying to figure - to be truly free and ride into the sunset or maybe towards sunrise!!
No No...Its not what you think!! Disappointed....? Don't we all just love to get some gossip about people we know...well at least I do...;-)
But anyway its not the proverbial "Seven Year Itch"...it the itch with the Job!! Its been seven years that I've been working and just three months that I've been off...but I just don't want to go back! Its not like I had a horrible time at work or anything...had a great boss...great colleagues (well..most), had fun at work too...but something was missing...
Looking back of course it seems like I get bored very easily with anything that I do for too long, which probably explains the two yearly job shifts. So what do I do when I get bored...I just move on (the husband is doing a happy dance at this...to think of what happens when we actually get to the seventh year of marriage...the thought of freedom they say is invigorating)
So here I am with no clue on what I want to do..but very sure of what I don't want to do...and too scared to take the untrodden path or even venture close to it...! But there's also this strange hope that the answer will soon come from the heavens above and with that hope...goodnight!!!
My favourite movie...I must have watched it atleast twenty times and each time I see it even now - I watch with the the same enthusiasm as the first...the idealistic romantic in me loved the idea of being in love with some stranger who you hate at first and then you realise that he/she is so perfect for you that you are head over heels, and ahhh the feeling of really having your diary being able to reply to you - like someone who understands you so well that you can say whatever you want and you get a reply exactly like the one you want to hear!!! And the anticipation associated with receiving an email...something which is long awaited....like reply from that special someone...or maybe a job acceptance or just waiting for a reply from your friends on a simple mail you've sent...love it!!
And I simply love the bookstore - I have a dream of owning my own bookstore some day and I think it may have been inspired by the quaint little "Shop Around the Corner". When I have my bookstore, I'd love for it to have that warm cozy feeling - like a refuge where its only you, your thoughts and some amazing coffee and a wonderful book...
So here "I want to send a cosmic thought out into the void" about the dream!!
Basically I had decided to put up a weekly update of my Half Marathon progress...but that was being neglected till sudden inspiration came along and I started this....!
Today was stranded on the road during one of the most heavy showers I've ever experienced! Not stranded really...but stranded driving....it was so bad I couldn't even see 10 feet ahead..and while everyone had slowed down considerably it was still sooo dangerous...thought I would die...seriously....!!
I think I must've broken every rule, got honked at by a trucker...who honked so loud that had it not been for the sound of the rain, my ear drum would have ruptured! He honked for a good 30 seconds - basically coz I was slow and then when I changed a lane to let him pass - he honked again....like after 30 seconds, I didn't understand just how aggrieved he was...And yet again Murphy's Law was at its best - the GPS kept belting out confusing directions on a road I'd never been on before...so imagine this with poor visibility, needless to say, couldn't get where I wanted to after four failed attempts, so finally just gave up!!
How I missed just stopping under the flyover, to let the shower get over and then start moving again....why didn't people wait? Isn't it safer to wait, rather than drive in almost zero visibility...So basically after today....Note to myself - ALWAYS...ALWAYS...check the weather HOURLY weather forecast before going to a new place....
Yes yes...it does work for me !! Ya, today was one of those days where I was missing home, missing friends and generally missing being busy! And it was also one of those days where I truly understood the meaning of the age old adage...."An empty mind is a devils workshop"...so no matter what I did today, the negative thoughts kept returning....and the more I thought...the more negative they got.....No amount of watching fun shops, reading fun stuff...nothing helped...
So I decided I needed some fresh air and since the fresh air was so hot, I decided I would not mind some conditioned air as well..and decided to indulge in some shopping...well it was nothing much....and no...it wasn't the usual clothes or shoes...though I did end up buying two t-shirts, but that was only because they were on sale and I need something light when I run (well..and then its about time to even put an update on the running bit)....and in such moments of mindless buying I keep wondering whether I've turned shopaholic and then the very thought takes me to happy thoughts of all the Sophie Kinsella books and with a smile on my face I return to the shopping...
I bought very small things today...mostly all grocery and stationery (of course those who know me well, will probably wonder, if i can ever shop without buying some stationery...be it even a small pen), but even that managed to lift up my spirits..and I came home refreshed - and even home seemed brighter and cooler..!
So here I am looking forward to tomorrow - with new hopes and plans..!!!
Having moved to a new country specially after a peaceful existence of more than two and a half decades in a sort of comfort zone, you tend to notice a lot of things...basically differences...some nice, some weird....the following is a collection of such differences that I came across in my first two months in a new place....these first impressions may however change eventually...so that's a disclaimer...!
1. Wooden Homes...Why would anyone make wooden homes?? Maybe wood insulates better...but imagine living in a wooden home forever!! a spoon dropped can have the effect of an earthquake...I sure do pray for interesting neighbours though...I've gotta have my share of gossip..;))
2. A car is an absolute NECESSITY...u can probably do without food...but with no car, you even won't get any food!! So there Mr. Kiyosaki, I agree that a car cannot be an asset, I say its a bare necessity...you call it a luxury...or well maybe "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" mission only applies only to the rest of the world.
3. The GPS is magic!!!!!!!!!
4. Automatic Cars - A nightmare for all us "Motion Sickness" inflicted souls...give me my gears back pls!!!
5. The bigger the better....Always!!! Be it the food portions, groceries, cosmetics...but this one I love the best...Clothes...I'm finally buying "Medium" Size T-shirts...yipeeeee....
6. The receiver pays for incoming calls and SMSes...Hahhahh....India circa 2001 huh????
7. There's hand sanitiser in your bag, in your car, at the restrooms, cash counters....basically everywhere...paranoia???
8. Mattresses are a pain...for the wallet as well as your back!
9. Everything is made of some strange synthetic material that causes some much "static"..that i get a shock precisely every 3 minutes....
10. Amazing cell phone etiquette...there's hardly anyone using a cell phone is public places...we sure have a lot of getting used to this...
11. I'm completely "IKEA"ed......;)))
12. Finally I found beer that I like...
13. "DIY" (Do it Yourself) rocks.......there's so many gadgets that make life easier and you get the pleasure of having learnt something new each time....I now understand most of the items in a toolbox!!!
14. Didn't ever think driving rules could be explained in such great detail...
So that's it for now....the disclaimer still remains and am sure there will be additions to this for sure as life gets more and more interesting....
A friend suggested that we should not miss the cupcakes at Magnolia in NYC..we did go..so this is all about that....though I hope no self respecting New Yorker reads this one or then I hope he or she has not seen Santosh Bakery in Pune...chances are that most would not have and so I'll go on...
Actually what happened when I entered Magnolia was that I got transported back to Santosh....suddenly...well for those who know both, this might be sacrilege!! But you know you can't ignore the similarities....both are about the same size - Magnolia probably slightly large....but you can see the mouth melting treats being made at both the places....so now whats different..? Ahmmm....Magnolia is a plush patisserie in Manhattan - next to the Rockefeller Centre...almost as touristy as you can get... and our Santosh is on the friendly neighbourhood of Apte Road. Where are we going with this...? For starters...I loved both...Santosh a little more I must admit...Of course the perks that Santosh enjoys of being in my life for 25-30 years...and since Santosh introduced me to cupcakes...thinking of Santosh while getting the Magnolia cupcake was but natural, wouldn't you say??
But besides that I think it was the buzz in both the places, the excitement of being in your favourite place in the city and its not only your favourite place but everyone's...the excitement that you are soon going to be digging in into something that you've been craving for long...that you will surely meet someone you know...a friend, acquaintance...someone who is always behind you in the queue...coz you've been there for so long and you've visited the place so often.....that you will always know atleast one person who's serving you that day and he doesn't often need to ask what you want to have because for years' you've had the same...and the taste has remained the same year after year...
....and that's probably why its your favourite and your city's favourite too....and no matter how much others who have other favourites love this place or just about tolerate it...you will never hear a word against it....then be it your "Vaishali", "Marzorin", "Santosh bakery" or New York's "Magnolia".....
Well I never thought I'd ever say this...but I'm missing the Mumbai Rain...!
Why I never thought I'd say it is because I have a strong and long dislike for rains almost bordering on "hate" which started many years back when the rains started enhancing the already extremely frizzy hair..which almost ensured I went around everywhere looking like a golliwog...
...But now I miss it....For one..there is actually a fixed season.."monsoon"..you don't wake up to check the weather forecast every morning for most of the year...
And then of course people scurrying home - because when it lashes no matter how protected you think you are with your raincoat, jacket or umbrella...you end up getting drenched...to return home to a hot bath and warm clothes..which is such a good feeling after you are thoroughly drenched and your feet have gone cold...And then sitting by the window watching the others rushing ......or children dancing in the puddles....with a cup of your hot ginger tea or favourite filter coffee....
And then you go to bed that night in anticipation that it rains so much at night that the roads will be clogged the next morning so that you don't have to go to work....so much for sadistic pleasure...;-) (Now this I surely miss..because I don't think there will be clogging of the roads and more importantly..there is no work..:-))
And the city looks so different after the rains....the dusty brown gives way to a fresh clean green and you make plans with friends to go to Lonavala...by local...eating hot batata wada and bhajiyyas...and tea...and the plan hardly ever materialises..
And speaking of chai...in the rains it doesn't matter if you are in the comfort of your home or sipping some exotic sounding tea in "Tea Centre"..slightly wet from that walk on Marine drive or whether your sipping the scalding hot chai and wadas at the roadside tea shop with the rain drops falling right into your glass...chai is just so different in the rain....
One of my favourite scene of Mumbai after the rain is from the movie Bluffmaster...It has no relation with the rain..I don't even know if it been shot in the rain or after...but some how it always seems to me like its been shot just after a heavy shower..since Mumbai as a backdrop looks very clean just as it does after a shower...
It brings about a sense of nostalgia and longing for your special someone who make you, your tea just the way you like it when its lashing outside and you are curled up near the window with your favourite book...!!!
I've been reading "Runners World" a marathon running related magazine for inspiration these days....an interview with the co-founder of twitter caught my eye and provided much needed inspiration. He mentions in his interview that he tweets every morning that he plans to run...so this leads to people asking him whether he ran that day..which of course motivates him to run on those days..so that he can answer them without a guilt and his head held high (well my words, not his..;-))...so in the spirit of holding my head high...I would also like to declare that I plan to run a half marathon this year!!!
The last year when I decided to do the Mumbai Half Marathon, not that I didn't have a good number of people asking me about it and also providing daily inspiration..but this time its a much more public declaration...so am sure it will inspire me further plus I have no excuses too. Taking all sorts of inspiration today...I also plan to use the idea from "The diary of a Fat Man" from Mumbai Mirror where this guys reports every week on his weight loss progress......no...no...don't plan to report on the weight loss progress...though I'd love to do a before and after series of myself....but on the running progress every week, so that I feel compelled at least 2 days before every Friday to start running...!
Anyway the registration for the marathons here is more expensive than our Stanchart Marathon...so am sure there are serious runners..not like hundreds if not thousands of us who walked the Sea link this time...so don't want to enroll and not run or run/ walk and end up in the last few finishing the race...so I'm all serious this time...
So those who read this...pls put a reminder for yourself to check on my progress...lest I try to chicken out....and pretend this blog was never written...will surely owe you for it..and then who knows I may be able to have my before and after series as well...!!!!!
It was the first time I was away from home, many years ago...in a place with no friends, a project to complete and no place to go...so basically very lonely and terribly homesick. I had been like this for the entire first week and was not at all looking forward to that weekend when suddenly while getting out of office on Friday evening I spotted a rainbow. The site was amazing and somehow immediately lifted my spirits...something nice and lucky is about to happen I thought! I stood there unable to contain my enthusiasm for the next few minutes pointing it to everyone who passed by and then I just couldn't stop smiling during the whole bus ride home and for the next two months that I was in that town..life was suddenly on a roll...
From then on I've always believed that a rainbow is a signal...someone up their telling us that "he" (ok "she" for the feminists among us) is very happy and has pulled out his water colours to express the joy and is signalling to us as well that we should be happy and everything will be alright!
Colours release some happy hormones into the body i think..that's why all these bright colours have a happy effect on me!! But I wasn't always a "Colour" person. I went through most of my teenage proclaiming white, black & grey to my colours! So when I look back now my wardrobe was probably dull with a capital D. I remember squirming when my parents tried to get some red into my room when it was being done up and another time when I read somewhere that "Yellow" was my lucky colour...I mean yellow?? - jaundice was all I could associate with it....
Colour came to me a little later in life - during B school thanks to two very dear friends (P &S). I don't think it was anything conscious on their part, but within the first year reds, maroons, greens and may I add a little yellow as well started making inroads into the black and whites. My mom was most ecstatic..!!! Though I must add I have a special affinity for black for the slimming effect it has and don't think that will ever go..!!
But finally I knew things had changed when "YELLOW" actual did become my favourite and lucky colour and S and I went looking around town for yellow socks...and we didn't really find the shade we wanted then...or maybe our student pockets couldn't afford the place that had the shade..but over the years I got many shades of yellow socks...and many many more colours...and each time I wear that I'm thankful to those who got the colour into my life. I think all I needed was a little confidence to wear the colours that I loved rather than be nondescript in black and grey....!
So on a dull and boring rainy day...pull out the orange, red and yellow and see your day lighten up!!
This one's about someone who was omnipresent in my life. Life without her, I could never imagine...so much so that I assumed that she would always be there, just a phone call away, just a ride away. I took it for granted that she would be there when I needed her to pamper me, to make that special dish which i could just call and demand, to generally gossip.....I'm talking about my grandmother...
My grandmom passed away three months back....and for me she will always remain a superwoman...who never gave up and lived life to the fullest. She lived alone for almost 31 years - my grandfather passed before my mom was even married and with her two daughters settled into their own lives she didn't want to cause any hassle. But not once did I ever hear her say "Why me?" For someone like me who gets scared of even their own shadow in the dark, I always asked how she managed to stay alone, didn't she ever get scared of ghosts (my most primal fear), "Its all in the mind, there's no such things as ghosts" ....she would always tell me.
With my mom working, we (my sis and I) spent most of our childhood with her. Going to her place after school to eat the hot snack she would make or on the weekends when we would inform her of the menu we wanted the day before and there it would be...ready even before we reached.....She loved to cook..and experiment...I don't think I'd ever have half the enthusiasm she did to entertain people at an age more than double mine. I don't think I've ever eaten or even heard of a cake being made of yogurt instead of eggs except the ones made by her. I've done so much with her...long walks in the morning, watching "The Bold & the Beautiful" and "Santa Barbara"..infact she introduced me to the world of soaps...watching cricket matches...she making sure I studied too in the midst of all this. I think she was more excited than anyone else when I got my Xth results.... Oh and she loved movies....She would want to watch all the new releases and ensured she read all the reviews at least. So she had all young friends..some her daughters' age, some her granddaughters' age and she'd do all that she could to help anyone who needed her help....be the judge for all the society events and with her enthusiasm even a participant in some!!!
I think one of the values that I learnt from her and can never forget is sharing...she taught us to share everything...no matter how much it was...even if it was one single grape left...I think she'd break it into half if she had her way...!! And she was fiercely independent - whenever we'd ask her to stay over at our house, she would hardly stay for 2 days and then get restless, say she had to pay some or the other bills and go home..."I'll stay alone till I can manage, then finally will have to come here anyway..." she said
In the past 2-3 years, she suddenly aged...she moved in with my parents. She hardly spoke that much and got a little stubborn as well...but for me I always remember her as the enthu, ever efficient "Aaji"...
Today when she's no longer with me, its still very hard to believe it...and as I sit here and type this with tears in my eyes...I know that I have my guardian angel..my Aaji watching over all of us...always....Thank you Aaji and we will miss you always....
I can be quite a slob....generally on days without too much purpose....which is most days these days...so I've decided to revive my blog!!!! This will ensure that I have something to look forward to during the day - else I have the tendency to generally lie around, sleep, read junk and watch the most brainless TV programs and that is precisely what I've been doing for the past one week. And for a reality TV freak like me...American television is paradise!! The more you want the more you get here!! A man sleeping with five women...each of them claiming that their child is his and a DNA test being done on the show to determine the truth, well and basically the result being that he is the father of four of the five...this followed by mud slinging and abuses.....so there....get the drift??? and for people like me for whom "BIG BOSS" was religion..this is nirvana!!! But the husband and parents think "Negativity breeds negativity" and so for the general well being of myself and society, I've decided to have more purpose for the day and blog!! And on days when I don't find a topic to blog about, I'll just post the recipe of what I've cooked along with a pic...and if what I've cooked doesn't turn out to be very appetising, I'll just put a delicious looking pic taken off the net...who is actually to know how tasty the cutlets were right??? Ha ha!! Well I won't do that...credibility is at stake right?? So what I'll do is if the recipe fails I'll just put a the recipe and no pic, so that no one's tempted to try it out....;-)) So anyway now that I've started, your comments and criticism will be appreciated and you'll do your good deed for the day by preventing "slobiness" of mankind!!!! Thanks for reading....
