wisdom

Marriage begins when the love affairs ends.

The End

There's this thing about endings. It's not whether they are happy or sad. It's how they make you feel.
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.

every breath I take

The strange brown cloud, climate change and my inheritance have resulted in this recent ailment.
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

crap crap crap

That's how you feel when you are thirty something and 'believe' you are this super mature, cynic evolved literary person, but find out you are not.
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?

I know what you did last summer

Recently, while planning a trip to Goa I was checking traveler reviews for a particular hotel (infinitely truer and more insightful than travel and hotel sites). I came across this complete gem

.... 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

here's how

Being a loser arts (humanities) student there are few things the workings of which I can comprehend. So when I do comprehend one, tis a big deal.
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.

three cheers for global warming

Environmentally un-friendly. Ignorant. Or plain stupid.
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