Random nothings!

I wait for my favourite festival every year, and then it's just over so soon. I don't like the crackers though. Diwali is one festival that I love to celebrate.  Everybody knows the mythological reason for Diwali. Children are told stories about the epic battle between Rama and Ravana, and the celebration is for the victorious return of Rama..blah..blah.. My son also knows it, his school also staged a play on that. Lighting the diyas, and putting up the fairy lights few days before the festival are the things that make me happy. My son joins me, in lighting the diyas and candles. Yeah! And am not getting into any gender battles here, as long as the kid participates in everything it's fine. It doesn't matter whether the kid is a boy or girl. While we were lighting the diyas, my son narrated the story of Ramayana, the part where Rama returns to Ayodhya. He said, it's the triumph of good over evil. All the monsters are killed as they are evil. I explained to a 7 year o

A friend walked in, to have coffee, her house also is empty by 8 and so is mine. So sometimes, we catch up for our lil tete-a-tete over coffee. Talking about coffee, I have turned the American way, I now prefer black coffee to white. Well, the first cuppa is with milk. Her Mum is an amazing baker, she had sent homemade peanut butter cookies. So, my neighbour was generous enough to get some for me. I made the famous South Indian filter coffee, and we plonked ourselves on the couch. She seemed a lil disturbed, so after a lot of prodding, she finally asked me if I thought she was obsessive about being perfect. So I instantly said Yes! And she was shocked, she said how could I have known that about her, as I have known her only for few months. So I laughingly pointed out at certain incidents and told her that I have a penchant for observing people and their mannerisms, and I can't help it. We laughed, then she asked, but what's wrong in doing things perfectly? I told her nothing, i

You can explain some relationships to some people... You can't explain all relationships to all people, You can't explain some relationships to all people... Irony of life, you struggle to understand some relationships yourself. They are complicated, they twist your life, your comfort zone. Yet they become an important part of your life. You can't tell everyone, as they won't understand. They will judge you, they will give you names, which will hurt you. Silence seems to be the safest option. A smile hides all your feelings. Avoids a lot of questions. So keep smiling :)

It was 'karwa-chauth' few days ago. When I went to pick up my son from school, I saw the other Mums, dressed in reds, pinks, magentas, all decked up, with mehendi laden hands. As I walked into the the waiting area, I could feel, 10 pairs of eyes staring at me, I turned, and I could even see the question mark clearly on their foreheads. I smiled and finished my courtesies, while preparing myself to answer the bombardment of questions which were to follow soon. As expected, one asked, "Aaj bhi jeans mein'? Yeah people find it very amusing, when they see me in jeans all the time. Ask my Mum, she will say, if I had my way, I would have born wearing one. Anyway, that's another story, and I will dedicate a page to my love for denims ;). So, I asked her, "Kyun, aaj kuch special hai kya"? (not that I didn't know, but sometimes you can feign ignorance, it's fun). She said, today is karwa - chauth, and I told her that in southern India, we don't have &#

Rohan checked his reflection in the mirror, clean shaven he was a dapper tonight, he smiled. His thoughts were interrupted by the sales lady, "Sir, your item is ready, it will be 25000/. Would you be paying by cash or card?" "Card", he said. He collected his packet and got into his car, waiting at the signal, he glided his hand on the velvet case. "She is gonna love it", he said it aloud in the privacy of his sedan.  He was dying to be in her arms tonight, and hear those magical words. He laughed, for thinking like a teenager. Nisha's intercom beeped, the guard informed her of Rohan's arrival. she checked herself for one last time in the mirror, sprayed her chanel, and went to the door. Rohan walked in with a bunch of flowers, and gave her the velvet box. A beautiful diamond studded pendant with a gold chain. She blushed, as he offered to string it around her neck, his hand brushed her bare shoulders, she shivered. She looked in his eyes, as he car

Diwali is around the corner, my favourite festival :). Loads of stuff to be done. _______________________________________________________________ Went to Dharamshala, had been wanting to visit that hill station for quite some time now. Dreamy break, hogged, slept, shopped! Perfect :) _______________________________________________________________ Getting addicted to the Tulsi green tea from Organic India.  _______________________________________________________________ Wearing a skirt doesn't make you modern, and wearing a salwar doesn't make you a behenji. It's your mentality that matters. ___________________________________ I hold my own forte, whatever the situation be... ________________________________________________________________ I am very bad at masking an expression, I get a scolding all the time, for a clear expression at the most inappropriate places :(

I hate opening the newspaper, besides the news of the screwed up condition of Indian politics, the only other thing you get to read is torture inflicted on women. Rapes, gang rapes, molestation, suicides - forced to commit suicide rather, sexual harassment at workplace, blackmail, phew! And if all this is not enough, jilted lovers either committing suicide and blaming the girl for not reciprocating his feelings, even though he is a wayward, good -for- nothing fellow or spurned lovers on a killing spree. You don't need to watch a hard hitting Anurag Kashyap or Prakash Jha movie. Open the damn paper, its all there - LIVE!! Then you have the 'Moral police' brigade - Ram Senas and Shiv Senas, who have taken it upon themselves to sanctify the society by blaming the women. Pubs were attacked, as they said, in our 'culture' women should not be dancing or clubbing.  So, the punishment is face the rape?? What is wrong with few friends getting together and dancing? This we ar

So, the weather is changing. No, cyclone hasn't hit this part of the globe. It's the winter season, setting in. When I stood in the balcony at 6 in the morning, could feel the mist and the dew, but the most fascinating part was that wintry smell in the air, fresh and pure.  I just wanted to sit there with my laptop, and my coffee, but had to wait for my DH and DK to leave the house. Finally, got the opportunity, to relax and sit back, after finishing some of the chores. Gurgaon - it's a concrete jungle, but, if you are on a top floor say 4th and above, then you get to catch a glimpse of the sky, sun etc... It's been 8 months, since I moved. Trying to brace this city, as much as I can.  Colourful people around, some are loud and boisterous, some are plain and simple, some are mean and nasty, some are smart asses. Getting to know them is also fun.  Festive cheer all around, Delhi is decked up like a newly wed Punjabi bride. That spirit is what I have missed in 8 years. Sh