Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
The End
Movie endings mostly make me feel glad. Glad that I can get up and stretch. Glad that i saw it on a dvd instead of a theatre. Glad that I saved money
Some leave me feeling bad. Bad that i saw it in a theatre instead of on a dvd. Bad that I wasted time.
Book endings are a totally different matter. When a good book is about to end, when there are fewer pages on the right and more on the left, I feel this hollowness inside. My pace slows down to a crawl. Once it took me 3 days to read 7 pages. Which means I really really enjoyed the book. There is this sense of loss. It's like parting. And knowing you'll never meet again.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
every breath I take
I can't breathe.
I've had asthma attacks before. But taking a puff from my little inhaler seemed to make everything normal again. But not now. It's more than 2 Weeks but every breath I take is laboured. I can feel the strain within. Which brings me to think of all those breaths that I have wasted cribbing, bitching, fighting. There would be millions of them. If only I could have them back.
There isn't much I would do with them, I guess just some ordinary things. Like run up the stairs. Talk to those who have been under the impression that am ignoring them.
But most of all why I want all those breaths back is so that I can sing till sa of the higher octave without breaking a breath. When reciting the seven surs, I have begun to feel the strain at pa and by nee am gone. With all those breaths I would go sa re ga ma pa dha nee sa. Sigh
Sunday, September 14, 2008
crap crap crap
In fact am the exact opposite. Super teeny-girly, crazy romantic, trashy novel reader.
Am reading Zoya Factor by Anuja Chauhan. Which is not a great literary or interesting read. But a M&B. where hero is from Cricket world (M S Dhoni, I believe) and heroine from ad world.
The two meet, fight, but are drawn to each other. They try to resist but fate brings them together again and again.
The point is not the novel. But the fact that after being comfortably married for 5 years hopefully in a steady relationship, 'romance' even in a novel causes my pulse to race. I put down a perfectly decent historical book and devour (yep devour) the MB.
Am I not supposed to be past it? Am I not supposed to have enough romance in my own life to live off dregs from a novel? Why does marriage replace romance with companionship?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
I know what you did last summer
.... it's a very romantic property. But while the rooms are spacious, the bath tub in the bath room can only accomodate one person at a time...
Sunitha (name changed) Bangalore
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
here's how
Big enough to write about.
Recently I learnt the science behind one diet food.
Namely, Barista Slimmer smoothie.
It simply tastes awful. So awful that in case you buy it, post one sip you don't have any more.
No drink. No calorie. Perfect slimming recipe.
Q.E. D.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
three cheers for global warming
Call it what you will, but I'm a fan of this current bout of good weather.
It makes me happy not sweaty.
It makes me singy not shouty.
It makes me breezy not melty.
So sorry farmers, crops, scientists, and all other citizens of planet earth.
Yippie Yo Global warming
Monday, May 26, 2008
I know being over the hill is not such a bad thing. During the show (mtv scooty teen diva, ref previous post) these are a few questions that the younglings answered thus:
Q. Name a phone that has a colour and fruit in its name?
A (by PYT) Orange
A (By ol'me) Black berry
Q Who wrote India's national Anthem?
A (by PYT, almost instant) Subhash Chandra Bose
A (ol'me)Ok Ok old age is not so bad
PS: Rabindra Nath TAgore
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
On the edge
I'm on the edge.
And I don't like it. Call it old age, gen gap pr what you will.
Today is one of those days when i feel I'll fall. fall apart. It's one of those days when I feel so overwhelmed by everything. MS word scares me. Meetings give me the shivers. Bosses creeps. Husband nervous break down. I don't even feel like reading. Perhaps I should do some crazy therapeutic thing like watching the whales. Or like this clacking at the comp.
I just want to close my eyes. I wish i could go away into nothingness.
Monday, May 12, 2008
What I miss most about being single
1. No Romance
Ya ya married couples can be romantic. But not the heart-skipped a beat, tummy-flipped, weak knees, I -could -just melt romance.
2. No firsts
Considering that you'll remain faithful to this one person. No first kiss, no first letter, no first fight. no no no.
3. Guilt
If you are a normal healthy male /female and you don't live on a deserted Island north of Timbuktu, chances are that you may bump into a person, of the opposite sex (other than your spouse) whom you find attractive. Anyone who's been through a heartbreak and fallen in love again will tell you that the theory of 'there's just one person for you' isn't true. Thank God.
So what do you do if you ever meet this other person also for you?
Imagine what life could be with so and so.
Feel guilty.
4. You are not worth it.
Yes you are worth it. but not worth the effort.
All the effort that people put in to impress the prospective other vanishes 'poof' once you are married. The spouse who used to douse himself in cologne feels its OK to f%*t while sitting next to you. Or dig for gold. Or not bathe. Perhaps we become so easily available, there's no need or desire to please, seduce or bowl over.
I miss that. While some may call it being comfortable. Or I don't have to pretend to be some thing else. But sometimes please do pretend.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Thank God
As human beings with limited knowledge and mostly, nearly no perspective, we pray for things that are not always for the best.
Example
During a certain year of my life, I prayed and prayed to God to make the mighty Brahmaputra river change its course and flow through South India. Heck I even tried emotional blackmail on God like Sadhus of yore. I did not eat tiff in for a week.
Hoping to hear something of this sort in the 9'o'clock news: "In an unprecedented event, today, the river Brahmaputra has decided to flow through the states to AP, Karnataka and Tamil Nadu. Course effective from now"
All because in a certain geography test I had named the Brahmaputra as one of the the southern rivers.
God in his infinite wisdom pressed Ignore on this particular prayer and many others like:
Please bring horrid boyfriend back to me.
Please let me die.
Please change the shape of my nose.
Please bomb my school.
please please please
Make it rain. Make it rain.
Am sure you have your own list, thanks to this thing called 'in retrospect'.
Just remember to thank God for not answering all your prayers.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Gfjkdjhjgh
That’s what I’ve decided to call it.
Defined (by me) as a particular smell/fragrance/sound/ visual/touch that brings back certain memories.
Yesterday as I stepped into the lift, I knew someone on my right was regular pan masala junklie. This faint smell of pan masala stains on cotton is very very my nana.
My nana ate pan masala like a child (and some adults) eats mango. He generously shared this treat with his kurta/shirt or whatever.
And my nani being the woman she was, meticulously scrubbed away those stains.
Although, the stains mostly lost to her iron will, the fragrance stubbornly remained.
That day in the lift the pan masala on cotton was my Gfjkdjhjgh.
After many years I thought of my nana.
In his last years he was suffering from an illness called dementia. It’s a condition not very unlike Alzheimer’s. The brain looses almost all cognitive functions. People don’t forget where they kept their car keys but how to use them. In cases even body functions, like feet are used for what? It’s not just the patient who suffers but people around him are equally affected.
Though nani selflessly took care on nana, there were days when even her resolve would fail. On one such occasion after xyx, nani burst into tears. Although nana did not recognise her as his wife, her sorrow made him cry too.
And in painful innocence, that I believe even kids don’t have, he asked me: “Suno ladki, jab hum rote hain toh ankh se paani kyon nikalta hai?”
It was the most fundamental question. Basic and simple. Like, why’s the sky blue?
I don’t know why tears spring forth when we cry. But contrary to my habit, it’s one answer I’ve not rushed to Google for.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Siavar Ram Chandra Ki Jai
For ages, Krishna, lord Krishna was my fav (what mortals dare) avtaar of Vishnu. Then I began reading Ashok Banker's Ramayana. I won't dwell into the book but suffice to say. Lord Ram is the man.
After his wedding with Sita, Ram is hailed in the book as Siavar Ram. And the man still carries his own (he is just a man in the book).
It leads me to think only truly great men can pass this tough test of being addressed by their relation to a woman. This form of address does not take away from them, or make them smaller, or simply flinch. If anything it adds to their stature.
So I salute men like Ram.
Siavar Ram Chandra ki jai.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
BOOM
Monday, March 3, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
answer
There are a million things (thoughts) that keep swimming in my head. Sometimes it gets kinda crowded in here. Often, they get projected in my actions. In ways I'm not always proud of.
So I write them down. And get them out.
Of course i could keep them in my mailbox. (have tried that) but it does not work. did not work for me.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Un finished story
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Who wants to go on a holiday?
Not because I want to run away from something. But simply because I just like to run. Well actually travel. To be honest I simply can't resist the anticipation of what a tour, journey or destination will bring. The prospect of travel is so ripe and laden with possibility. Who will you meet? What will you see? And most importantly how it makes you feel.
As a child my most vivid (and cherished) recollection of travel is of our many journeys to Lucknow. Since my grandparents lived there, every summer we would go to Lucknow by train. Now Grandparent's home is a treat and joy for all kids. For me the real thrill was the train journey. The chugging of the engine, the blue berths, the co passengers, the (not so) blur of towns you passed. I thought being a TT and getting to travel to Lucknow was the coolest job in the world.
Indeed, till my twenties I used to be so excited about travelling by train that I just couldn't sleep the night before.
And Of course, due to lack of sleep, I'd sleep through the entire journey.
more question and no answers
But only in my head.
Is a sin a sin if it’s not committed, but just imagined?
Monday, January 14, 2008
the pill
Being blessed with a great memory isn't such a cool thing. Yes, you will never forget your sister-in-law's cousin's birthday and will earn many brownie points for it.
But you also end up remembering every sad moment, every disappointment, every embarrassing awkward, 'wish i was dead' kinda time you ever had. All this in DETAIL. and in MINT FRESH CONDITION.
Questions
Why don't they just go and confess in the church?
Or write stuff on a piece of paper and chuck it in the sea?
Why do we want everyone to know?