Thursday, August 29, 2013


And as the working day comes to an end I've come across a really beautiful song. It's a befitting song as well because I'm going to Bombay tomorrow and I'm hoping it's going to rain rain rain... Lovely animated video of a woman with a guitar singin' in the rain...It's a sad song but then those are really the best ones aren't they? Here it is...

Rain by Patty griffin

It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart
Beating close to mine
Pounding up against the stone and steel
Walls that I won't climb
Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep
You think that you're gonna drown
Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep
With all this rain falling down

Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud

Its hard to know when to give up the fight
Two things you want will just never be right
Its never rained like it has to night before
Now I don't wanna beg you baby
For something maybe you could never give
I'm not looking for the rest of your life
I just want another chance to live

Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud

Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm still alive underneath this shroud
Rain Rain Rain

Another Facebook rant

Why must people use French words to describe things that can be just as easily and possibly more clearly said in the English language. Intellectual snobs make me want to get off Facebook and quite possibly I will get off it soon. If it wasn't for work I would do it instantly and breathe a sigh of relief. Anyway the good news is that I'm off to Bombay tomorrow. Finally I'm going to get away after almost eight months.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The giant pizza

That's Lara with the biggest pizza I've ever seen and it was yum! I had a huge slice as my second lunch of the day and now I'm completely stuffed.

Last evening when I got home I found Ninna in a lot of distress. The poor thing was shivering and had thrown up. I got really worried and we took her to the vet. She had high fever and had to be given an injection. The vet gave her three medicines and she took them reluctantly.

She seemed much better in the morning but I'm still a bit worried and immensely guilty for having left her alone. I hope she's ok.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Road Trip

First of all the picture on the left has nothing to do with my road trip. I like it so it appears on my blog. Secondly my head feels like an aching watermelon. I've managed some fever too so woohoo! Looking at the computer screen is a pain and yet I really want to write this post so I will forge ahead with it.

Well I didn't forge ahead with it yesterday instead I went home to rest taking half the day off. Anyway I'm much better today and I promise to finish this post .

So where do I begin? Yes Thursday night. I was supposed to watch this movie at a press screening called 'We're the Millers'. An adult comedy with Jennifer Aniston. I got to Mall of the Emirates and met up with Anshuman. We went to the theater but they told us there was no such screening. I was puzzled till I checked my email on Monday and realised that I'd got the date wrong. Anyway we ended up walking around the mall. There was a sale at M&S so I spent a lot of time trying on clothes while Anshuman patiently ate ice cream outside the store. I didn't like anything and Anshuman was surprised when I walked out empty handed. So we walked around a little more and as we walked past Gucci I said to him- " Isn't that a pretty dress?" to which he promptly replied,"Why doesn't anyone ever say - isn't that a pretty mannequin? What about the substance? I think the person who makes mannequins must be saying it."

The next morning I was all set to head to Fujairah with Ankita. I'm a pretty good driver but I really hate getting lost which means that I've never even gone up to Sharjah on my own let alone go all the way to Fujairah. Anshuman wrote detailed directions and drew a map for me even though the resort people had already sent me a map. I was ready with my handbag and backpack and car keys. Anshuman actually wanted to drive in his car ahead of mine all the way to Fujairah so that I wouldn't get lost but I said,"That's really sweet but pretty crazy!" to which he replied,"I'd go to the ends of the earth for you." He knows how to charm the pants off me after all these years of marriage. So as I opened the door to go out he looked at me ever so fondly and said,"My little baby is going for a school field trip." I laughed and left.

I picked up Ankita from her place at the Marina. She lives on the 66th floor and the view is pretty fantastic. She was going to leave her little girl overnight for the first time since she was born. Ahana is a sweet little girl and I'm incredibly fond of her. So we began our journey with Ankita acting as sous driver. We managed to get out of Dubai on to Emirates Road and that's when I breathed a sigh of relief. Dubai scares me more than the highway due to it's plethora of interchanges which can confuse just about anyone but Anshuman did a great job of putting down the directions. He called several times to make sure I hadn't got lost.

We drove through Shariah into the middle of the desert and then through the Hajar mountains listening to music all the way. As we got closer to our destination we were both tired and hungry. The first sight of the sea was lovely and refreshing. I kept driving and at some point I realised that the ocean was not by my side. We figured we'd lost our way. Anyway we got directions and realised we'd overshot by about half an hour. I took a U turn at a no entry sign, I couldn't be bothered with finding the next roundabout. Ankita by now had started pointing out restaurants by the side of the road but they all seemed to be small cafes and the food would have been pretty sad so I thought I should bear with it and drive on till we reach the resort.

By now Ankita's head was pounding with hunger and I saw this restaurant called Golden Fork on my right and decided to park. Now I'm a pretty careful driver but this time I almost ran over a Patrol which was in my blind spot. The Arab driver gestured angrily and I sheepishly mouthed the word 'Sorry' several times. Finally we parked and soon ordered chicken curry and fish curry. The place which had looked like a Chinese food restaurant served absolutely yummy south Indian fish curry and rice. Even though the portions were fairly large we wolfed down everything at an incredible speed.

Finally we reached the resort. I was happy to hand over the car keys to the valet and check in. I was there to review the property for POSE and we were shown into our room. The resort is a cozy size with a few low rise buildings sprinkled around a large swimming pool which house the rooms, restaurants, discotheque and the spa. Our room was overlooking the pool and I could see many families enjoying themselves splashing around. There was a nice queen size bed and before I knew it we fell asleep absolutely tired from the journey. But it was not to be as some idiot from Nigeria decided to give me a missed call. People do that so you would call them back and they can swindle you. I was almost asleep again when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find someone asking me if I needed anything,"Yes! some sleep." I should've said. And then as I was almost dreaming Ankita's phone rang and she spoke to her sister for a bit. Finally both of us just woke up and ordered some chai.

Next was my favourite part of the stay. I got a Swedish massage at the spa. Even though the masseuse was quite skilled and I enjoyed it I have to say that I'm partial to the reflexology massage at Feet First in Ibn Batuta. May be it has to do with the fact that the massage therapists at Feet First are all Chinese and very skilled at what they do. Every time I get a massage my nose gets blocked and I end up sneezing a couple of times at least. I was nice and refreshed. Ankita had decided to go to the gym and sauna. I met her at the room and we got ready for dinner. I wore a new short cotton dress with red flowers on a white base. I didn't take any pictures this time. I just wanted to experience everything and keep it in my mind instead of constantly shooting everything. Ankita wore a lovely, swirling skirt. With our lipstick on we headed to the Asian Restaurant.

It was a quiet, understated low lit place- the kind where there's a battery operated little light is attached to the menu. We had to wait a bit for our table. Finally seated we ordered Thai food. The starters which were essentially grilled meat on sticks (officially called satay) with various sauces were yummy. The peanut sauce was particularly good and I ate all of it. I'd have licked the dish but Ankita would've been horrified so I restrained myself. The presentation of the food was impeccable and the taste was very subtle considering it was Thai cuisine but I realised we should've informed them to not hold back the chili. In any case we enjoyed our meal and for the first time I had watermelon juice in which the seeds were present in a ground form. I drank it anyway, I love watermelon juice too much to waste it.

After dinner we went to the Discotheque where I found two couples sitting and sipping their drinks. We were told that there was going to be a belly dance performance at midnight so we decided to spend some time at the beach. It was a beautiful moonlit night and we took off our shoes at the beach-side restaurant. Suddenly Ankita looked in the distance and said - "Bhoot!" (Ghost!) I looked hard but at first couldn't see anything then she said,"There are two of them." By now my heart rate had begun to increase as I still couldn't see anything. And then I spotted a dark blob at the edge of the ocean and as the waves hit it, it moved slightly and for half a second my heart was in my mouth. Then the blob got up and I realised it was just two Emirati women clad in Abayas enjoying the water at the beach.

We plonked ourselves on a couple of beach chairs. The waves crashed to the shore and we talked but mostly sat in silence and listened to the sea. it was peaceful and a cool breeze was blowing. The moon reflected in the water and shimmered like silk. It was very beautiful and so serene. We stayed there for over an hour and then headed back to the disco.

It was buzzing as the belly dancer was doing her sensual moves. I think I must have been the only person having Cranberry juice in that place. Everyone seemed pleasantly tipsy to quite inebriated. I danced for two hours and observed people. There are people who know they dance well and these guys and girls take up the most space on the dance floor. There's the 'player' who is found dancing with three different women during the course of the evening. There was a woman who only danced to Arabic music and she danced quite well and at one time everyone left the floor and she completely took over. There was a sweet European couple dancing together. They were obviously married as the husband had put the wife's handbag around his neck. Two Cranberry juices later I was ready to call it a night but Ankita wasn't. I tried to coax and cajole her into coming back with me but she wanted to dance some more as she wasn't sure when the next girls' night out would be. I understood but I was so pooped I headed to the room. As I walked out I saw the 'player' puking in the fountain with a fourth girl by his side. I smiled to myself and carried on.

I crashed out within seconds as I hit the bed. I don't know when Ankita came back to the room. She woke me up in the morning. We ordered morning chai and chatted. She told me that a few minutes after I left a fist fight broke out between two men. I was very disappointed at having missed it. I love a good fist fight. Ankita spoke to Ahana who had been lied to. Pushpita- Ankita's sister had told her that I was sick which is why Mom had to stay away for the night. By now Ankita was missing her little girl a lot never having been away from her.

We went to the breakfast buffet and I had a plain omelette with chicken sausages, fruits and hash browns. Too much fried potatoes but we were on holiday and I totally cheated. We checked out and got on the road. All was well till we got very close to Dubai and lost our way. After driving around at the periphery of the city for a while and many exasperated "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" later I managed to hit Sheikh Zayed Road. I dropped Ankita to a cab as she had to meet her hubby and sis at the opposite direction of the road and I was much too tired to try to figure out how to get there.

Finally I got home. Home without dog, without husband is not really home. I watched the whole of Pride and Prejudice BBC series. Colin Firth plays Darcy to the hilt and Jennifer Ehle brings Miss Elizabeth Bennett to life. I could never watch it while Anshuman is around so I watched it for the nth time as he was away. I fell asleep and in the morning woke up with a fever and cold. I spent most of Sunday in bed working from home.

So altogether it was great fun and I wouldn't mind doing it again given the opportunity. So finally this post comes to an end. I will go have a much needed cup of coffee!

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Ah the weekend

And it's Thursday and the weekend is tiptoeing it's way into this evening. I'm going out to watch a movie to Mall of the Emirates in the evening. Tomorrow I'll be driving down to Fujairah for a staycation review of a resort and spa. I'll be getting a nice spa treatment Friday evening and I'm so looking forward to that. Although there's a nagging little voice in my head which wants to sleep through the weekend. I guess I'll just have to shut her up.

I've never even driven to Sharjah by myself so I'm rather apprehensive about how I'm going to get there. It's very likely that I might get lost but I suppose that's ok. It's going to be an adventure baby!

Sam's birthday

It's Samantha's birthday today and she turns twenty six. Such a young, pretty and vivacious girl. All of us celebrated together and of course there was so much cake. Oh man all that cream made me drool...

And here's Rola and Sam with the Happy Birthday balloons. Rola is leaving at the end of next week and I will miss her so much! She just got engaged and I wish her much love and happiness with everything!

Designer cupcakes with all of Sam's favourite things! A turtle, butterflies, twitter, instagram, facebook and bows! The little round box with the blue satin ribbon is my gift to her. Wanna guess what it is? Sikkim Gorls perfume. Sam said it reminded her of her beloved grandmother so I bought her a bottle from Lush.

And here we are- Our little POSE family with (L to R) Karen, Keti, Vanessa, Samantha, Rola, Dina, Elie, Lara, Arafat, Joe and yours truly!

How I love cake!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The ladies and gentlemen of Facebook

I have almost 500 friends on Facebook. Now Facebook friends aren't really your friends, everyone knows that. I've been on Facebook for the longest time and I do admit not a day goes by when I don't check my timeline. The question is do I really want to or is it just a habit? I would go with habit. I was rather inactive on Facebook for a while and then got back to it a couple of months back mostly due to work reasons. Honestly I've wanted to delete the account many times but stayed on mostly because I need to be on it for work.

There are many things that annoy me to no end about Facebook. The top of the list are people who post things that highlight how intelligent, informed and concerned about the state of the world they are. And of course the state of the world is really pathetic and we all should die of the sheer shame of what we've done. And these people  have like minded windbag friends who like and comment on each and everything they post and not just one comment but a series of comments and liking the comments which highlight how informed, intelligent, concerned and erudite they really are. Now to me this sounds like this- whine whine crib crib blah blah blah. The point being that you can discuss, debate and basically crib about the issues that plague your country and the world at large ad nauseum but it's all pointless unless you can do something about it. I've developed an intense dislike for people who have nothing better to do than get on Facebook and say sarcastic things which appear to make their superior intellect shine. To me these are essentially unhappy people and their unhappiness is what comes through the thousands of posts that I've seen come from them. If I could I would like to say to them- Shut the fuck up and go out and do something to change the world and if you really want to change the world so badly first and foremost change yourself. Try to see the positive things that are happening around you. When you see something wrong happening around you- stand up and do something about it.

The second set of people are the ones who keep asking for life on Candycrush or some such shit game. Dudes get a life- a real one! I don't think I've ever written such an angry post on my blog. It had to take years of Facebook stupidity to get me to vent in this manner but now that I have I feel much better. I don't want to end on a negative note though. I don't enjoy being pissed off, no one does I suppose. The good thing about Facebook s that I was able to get in touch with some really old friends who I thought I would never find again. I'll always be thankful  for that.

And on that note I shall end this post. Later...

Monday, August 19, 2013

The Miniature Killer

So the 7th season of CSI Las Vegas has the case of a serial killer who leaves perfect half inch scale miniature model of the crime scene behind him. The killer is revealed in the very last episode and it the best surprise of all was that it turns out to be a woman. I could really appreciate the concept of the miniature killer as it was truly original and not inspired from any real life serial killers, at least none that I've read about. Although it might be inspired by fiction.The Miniature Killer's modus operandi is inspired by the Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death, a series of intricate crime-scene dioramas that are actually used to help train the Baltimore Homicide Investigation unit. These dollhouses are explored in detail in the documentary Of Dolls and Murder. Although unacknowledged, the series was also likely influenced by Tom Mauriello's "The Dollhouse Murders."

The only thing that irked me was that they didn't come up with a credible childhood trauma for the killer. Yes she kills her sister by pushing her down from a tree-house but the question remains why does she do that in the first place. She is in a loving family and there's nothing wrong with her prior to her first murder. Her father cleans the blood pool with bleach and that is embedded in her subconscious so as an adult when she smells bleach an urge to kill is awakened in her. She is meticulous in creating the details of the miniature and planning each murder even though not everything goes as per plan every time and she finally does get caught. the actress Jessie Collins who plays Natalie Davis does a fabulous job. She gets the perfect look of 'eyes without a soul' in her portrayal of the character. I finished watching the 7th season yesterday and the case continues into the 8th season as Sara is kidnapped by the killer and left to die under a car in the desert.

I completely forgot about sharing the very thing that inspired me to write this post aside from my fascination with serial killers. Images of miniature people living in whimsical worlds. Basically really small people living in real scale small objects. Ok you have to see it to get it. Check it out here

Today evening I'll be watching as Grissom rescues Sara!

Nice day

It's been a good day so far and I'm happy. I finally found a writer, a nice young woman with good writing skills. I've been busy as heck all day and just ate lunch and decided to update the blog for a bit. I took a picture of myself yet again and there it is. As Anshuman would say,"You're in love with yourself." Not really!

I completely forgot about how bad I was feeling yesterday with the headache and all that. The good news is that I don't have the flu. I'm hale and hearty and happy :)

Sunday, August 18, 2013


My head is aching so badly and it's not just my head, it's my eyes and my whole body. It's hard to concentrate on the computer screen and even writing this is an effort. I just wrote a review of the TV series "The Following". It's a series about an FBI agent and a serial killer. I'm not going to go into details because I just wrote the review and you can read it here.

Oh man I feel like cribbing and whining because everything aches and feels several kgs heavier than it's supposed to be. I feel the flu coming on and I know it is not going to be pretty. Bear hugs are welcome :)

Thursday, August 15, 2013


So I got up really early today and the morning was lovely with music and chai. And then I was stuck in traffic in Discovery Gardens for forty five minutes listening to music and putting on lipstick. I think I put too much lipstick because I was so bored pressing and releasing the brake pedal.

Finally got to work and found these two little perfume bottles. Don't you just love it when you get something new. It put me in a great mood. They're made by a company called Gorilla Perfumes. I was wondering why they would name themselves such. I'm sure there's a story there. The names of the two perfumes are also pretty interesting- "The Sun: Visions came to him of a big orange sun in a lollypop stick" and my personal favourite- "Sikkim girls: A flick of the hips and a knowing gaze" Makes you smile doesn't it?

Both the scents are incredibly sweet and strong as most perfume oils are and just a dab is enough for you to be smelling lovely all day. The Sun has the unmistakable smell of fresh oranges which I really loved. Sikkim girls is the stronger perfume with a deep slightly musky smell. Actually I love both and I can't decide which one is better and fortunately I don't have to!

Wednesday, August 14, 2013


Yes the day has been whizzing by at a frenetic pace which is great. I like it when time passes quickly doing something or the other rather than the hours just dragging by. My hunt for that elusive good writer is not going very well. I got a few resumes between yesterday and today but none of them are what I'm really looking for. It looks like I'll be managing a heck of a lot of work on my own for the next month. Somehow rather than being daunting it's exciting and challenging. Bring it on!

So I enjoyed listening to Lana Del Rey on the drive to the office today. Even though I slept really late last night thankfully I wasn't groggy in the morning and miss Lana helped. I used to play Tetris on Nintendo as a kid and recently I downloaded it onto my phone and now I'm hopelessly addicted to it as was the case in my teenage years. I was awake till two in the night playing because I couldn't stop. So much for self control. I mean it's just a bunch of pieces falling down and you try to make lines which disappear when complete. I mean it seems so inane and it is but so addictive.

I'm watching the 7th season of CSI Las Vegas these days. That's another thing I'm addicted to. I need my daily dose of blood and gore and forensic science and mystery and murderers. I watched all the seasons of CSI Miami before this and of course I absolutely love Horatio Caine. CSI Miami has a lot of personal drama happening between the cast members. They seem to fall in and out of love, get married, get shot all the time and the violence is not too graphic considering it's a show about forensics.

Now CSI Las Vegas takes a bit of time getting used to. Yes there are a few relationshippy moments but these guys are very business like and the drama is underplayed. Gil Grissom is so very different from Horatio Caine with his one liners. He's not a cop like the Miami team and science is his religion and work his prayer. I love both the characters for different reasons. Grissom looks younger than Caine but behaves like a very old man.

He's in love with the young and tough CSI Sara and the romance seems doomed from the beginning. I mean there's a sexual tension between the two but one knows that it cannot last. CSI Las Vegas is definitely a lot more gory than Miami. I see a brain in a bowl pretty much every evening on the telly but it no longer bothers me. I think one gets desensitised after a while. Most of the time I try to figure out what materials the producers must be using to make up the brain and entrails and the various organs of the body. With that I take your leave and will be back soon!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Tiring Tuesdays

Tuesdays are somehow always so tiring. I interviewed a bunch of people yesterday. Most were not bad but no one really jumped out at me. That'd be so funny if someone literally did that- jump at me. Sorry bad joke. Met someone today who has little experience and high expectations. Will be meeting another person tomorrow so let's see how that goes. May be I should put up an ad again. Let me do that and come back to finish this post. Wait one second or a few minutes...

There it's done. I hope now that the month of Ramadan is over, people are back from holidays and I will get some promising resumes. Things are hectic and fast moving which is always a good thing in my world.
Polly come home by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss is on repeat and that's like a peace of heaven available for constant consumption on the magic that is youtube. As I've said before I wish they would introduce a repeat option on the videos for obsessive compulsive music addicts like me.

I wish I could sing well. Years and years of smoking have ruined my voice which wasn't half bad as I remember it. If there's a next life and I hope there is I wish I would be able to spend my life singing songs. Everyone has something they want to be when they grow up. I actually don't remember wanting to be anything. I do remember being quite happy though and fortunately that has permeated into adulthood too. So on that happy note i shall close this post. Until next time...

Sunday, August 11, 2013

The Eid Weekend

The office was closed for three days. The Eid weekend was so lovely I have to write about it. Friday was spent languishing at home and watching CSI, reading Mansfield Park. I love Jane Austen's books and I've been trying to finish this one for a while now and I got loads of time to read which was a pleasure.

I spent most of Thursday sleeping, reading and at the salon. In the evening we went out to this nice seafood restaurant called Flooka. I had a fish but I forget what the preparation was. The french fries were fat and lovely and the service was good.

Before I go any further I must say a few words about the picture on the left. Well I took it in the car as is apparent by the seatbelt and there is no real reason for me looking so pissed aside from the fact that I got tired of taking pictures of myself all smiley and happy. This one is actually quite a refreshing change. I like the no make up aside from the obvious lipstick look.

I listened to Alison Krauss on Youtube and promised myself that I would update my playlist this weekend but I failed at doing that yet again. I'm scared to lose my present music but one day I will have to do it. I would never listen to songs on youtube if I could help it. Yes it's great for finding new music but to listen to the same song over and over again it needs a repeat button which at present it does not have. May be it will occur to someone soon and people like me will be happier with the site.

So I've read almost half the book and been feeling pretty good about it. On Saturday we had planned to have an English breakfast at my favourite place but Anshuman overslept so that had to be cancelled for another time. We went for a long drive to Um al qwain in Anshuman's car. I was relaxed and happy aside from the music on the radio. I wish Anshuman and I liked similar music. He refused to take my car knowing that- my car, my music. He even went on to say he doesn't like driving my car to which I took grave offence and a small argument ensued which ended in me sticking out my tongue at him. All's well that ends with sticking out one's tongue at someone. I had a wonderfully sweet banana bread from Costa on the way.

Anshuman's cousin came home for tea along with his three year old son Aayan. Aayan was shy at first but opened up soon. He likes all sorts of vehicles and buses are his favourite. We have a little London red bus piggy bank. He immediately pointed to it and chose it over a lovely Porsche 911 model. He proceeded to empty it out and then put the coins back in one by one twice. It was fun spending time with him. he's growing up so fast and he's such a lovely little boy.

Then came Saturday and we watched this incredibly funny movie called "Luv, shuv te chicken khurana". I laughed and laughed some more. Ninna sat next to me as she always does and it was a perfect morning. I went to the mall in the afternoon. Shopping is so much fun. I ended up buying some clothes and a few candles. I found a really beautiful short white summer dress with spring flowers print on sale and it was a perfect fit. I can't wait to wear it! I think only a woman can truly know the pleasure of finding the perfect dress which fits perfectly AND you grab it at a reduced price.

I got a massage at the reflexology center. Feet first is a great place and pretty reasonable going by Dubai standards. An hour of pure bliss is what I got. The masseuse was skilled and she almost beat me up I think but not quite but at the end of it I was almost comatose. I was still hankering for an English Breakfast so I ended up at Al Baker and relished the plain fluffy omlette, thick and creamy hot chocolate, beef bacon, chicken sausages, baked beans and orange juice. All I wanted to do was sleep but I had to go to Geant the giant hypermarket and pick up a few things.

I picked up an iPhone docking station for my nightstand. The earlier one went kaput. Finally I got home and realised that the adaptor to the docking station was missing. I drove back to the mall, got it replaced and then drove back home. There was a plan to see Chennai Express in the night and even though I was ready to fall down by now I didn't want to disappoint everyone so I went along right back to the mall. I watched half of the movie which just goes on to prove that SRK has completely lost the plot. I came back home halfway through the movie.

It was a lovely night as most nights are cloaked in serenity. I read, listened to music and before I knew it I was asleep and after a long long time my sleep was devoid of dreams.

Friday, August 09, 2013

Smiley face

Feeling happy going for dinner yesterday

Dreams, nightmares

I've had some really weird dreams lately. A couple of night ago I saw that I was in an accident having lost control of the car. I realised that I killed a man. I went to the police station and told them that my license had got lost in the last accident that I was in. By now I was worried as heck and racked with guilt. Everyone at the police station was in a temple within the compound and so I waited. Then a Policeman and a policewoman came out and went into an office. A man gestured for me to follow them so I did. They sat me down and asked me what happened. I described how I lost control of the car and it went down the hill and through a shanty at the bottom and a man died. I also explained that I didn't have my license because it was confiscated the last time that I was in an accident. They were very sympathetic and the woman even put a hand on my shoulder and said that it happens. They told me to go to another station and sign some papers which I did. And then I walked around thinking there must be other people who end up killing like me and are let go.

I usually don't have recurring dreams but I've dreamt of my car three times now and each time I'm driving in my dreams something goes wrong. I wonder what it means and on the other hand I really don't care. It's the long weekend and it was a wonderful lazy day yesterday. We went out for dinner all dressed up nice and it was lovely. I'm looking forward to today and tomorrow. I think I should finally update my playlist on the phone though I'm so scared of losing my music I keep putting it off but there's so much new music I want to include. I think I'll take the leap and finally do it. 

Wednesday, August 07, 2013


Jean Shrimpton has to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was a model in the sixties and graced the covers of many Vogues and Voguesque magazines. Breathtakingly beautiful isn't she? I just had to put up her picture!

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

The writer

I found this little quote on facebook. I'd like to be a writer but somehow I'm still in the making... still growing my wings and quills...

Monday, August 05, 2013


Well it's been a while since I came here. I was wondering why I've begun updating the blog much lesser now? Is it because it's a private space now and I don't have as much to say to myself? Hmmmm may be! In any case I'm here now. Things have been a bit up and down in the last couple of weeks but thankfully I've managed to cope with the stresses that life throws my way. Yes sometimes I get exhausted and I want to sleep for no less than forty eight hours but the feeling goes away soon enough and I get back to my usually happy self. Recently I put up an old photo of myself as my profile picture and got so many comments on facebook complimenting it that it made me nostalgic for my twenty year old self but like all things the feeling passed. There's a beauty to a woman at any age and it just takes sensitivity to see it. Anyway here's the picture just for reference to myself.