Wednesday, October 30, 2013


So suddenly there was a flurry of activity today and I didn't get around to updating my blog. Ankita came back from the US armed with a citizenship. It was so good to see her after such a long time. I went to her place, had chole chawal for lunch and had a leisurely cup of chai. It's so wonderful to have a close friend that I can completely connect with. Everyone deserves that one friend with whom they can be completely natural. Your 3 AM friend that you call simply because you're feeling like an owl and sleep is far away.

I was talking about tarot in one of my earlier posts. I have been hesitant in actually picking up a deck and doing a reading. Ankita wanted a reading and again I was hesitant wondering if I would be able to just get back to interpreting the beautiful images in just one moment after a hiatus of three years. I made an excuse and told her that the deck I normally use is missing a card. She looked at my living room table which houses about twelve different decks. I collect tarot decks. I find their imagery and meanings fascinating. Anyway she pointed towards them and I finally gave in and did a reading with the traditional Rider Waite deck.

It has been a while since I did a reading and I almost got the celtic cross ( a formation in which the cards are laid out for the purpose of reading) wrong but then I managed to put the cards in place. As I turned them over one by one the familiar images made it easy for me to do a reading. It was a good reading and I'm so glad I did it. So thanks Ankita for pushing me! I loved doing the reading for you!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

School days

Quite some time ago a school friend was compiling a CD of the favourite songs of the class of '92 at Apeejay School Noida. He asked me to send him a write up which I did. The CD never materialised but today as I was digging into some old work files I found the following write up. Enjoy!

A journey called life. It sounds lofty and tedious but really it’s like a dream that goes by before you have the time to wake up and lock it into memory. I think most of us were about seven years old when we joined the school at the edge of Delhi and UP. The principal an ex-military man never tired of telling us-“ Jesus was born in a barn and our school was born in a godown.” Those were the days when we would jump out of the school bus and run to our favourite swing with our favourite friend. Sometimes the bus was late and someone else had your precious swing but the disappointment didn’t last for more than a few seconds because you still had your favourite friend by your side.

I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of you have that elusive childhood friend that you just can’t find now despite google, facebook , linkedin and a plethora of networking sites on the world wide web. Once in a while you catch yourself thinking about those childhood games like iggo duggo, pitthu phod and ice pice(eyes spy) and you wonder if your friend is married with children. Do you remember a special school bag that you carried? I had a small green attaché that I used to carry during exams only because it wouldn’t hold my regular load of books. The most wonderful thing about exams was the fact that there were no classes afterwards and the moment an exam got over there was a riot that was hard to contain.

Then there were break time. Food and water especially in summer were of great importance. A lot of us finished our food in the 10 min short break and then raided other people’s lunches shamelessly. We drank cool water in the heat causing the owner of a certain brown bottle to scream,”Who drank my water?” The thing is some people would actually not share their cool water and caused some others  to make them pay for it. Then there was arm wrestling very often amongst the boys of course while the girls played a game called elastic. Remember that game anyone?

And we all grew together and so did the school. All of us fell in love at some time or the other with someone. I remember a particular someone sitting in class on the 3rd floor looking lovingly at his special someone on the 1st floor with his back to the teacher. I think the teacher said something witty and sarcastic that I just can’t remember. It was all well if you were in love with your own classmate but if you liked your senior you had to keep going around the hexagon in circles till you got a glimpse of the loved one or even better if he/she said two words to you in which case you smiled like an idiot the whole day for a very good reason. Our school was really quite hard on love. It was a bad thing and our hormones were to be kept in check at all times. We could play sports, do dramatics, study, sing, run, write articles even poems but God forbid that we should fall in love. Parents were called and punishments were of a wide variety.

Well I have come to the end of the quota given to me to write this. I would have liked to include names but I don’t have space. The point is when I look back I realize that we were all unique and together we made a fantastic and extremely interesting lot. Some of us excelled at sports, some at studies, some were wonderful actors and some were just wonderful people. Nostalgia should be indulged in small doses so let me say that I am so fortunate to be in touch with all of you and I wish your children would be in schools where they study, play, act, run, kick, laugh, find friends and fall in love, so when you hear the teacher complain remember there’s a small scared kid standing outside. He’s just like you.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Dusting cards and crystals

So there's always that one corner of the house that you constantly forget to dust. To be very honest I forget to dust many corners but none more so than my tarot table. I used to always wonder why my mother would yell at the maid because she wouldn't pick up the little things on the tables and dust properly. I'm not really the yelling or the supervising type, I just do it myelf. I figure it saves me a lot of energy I would have spent following the maid around and yelling. But like I said there's always that one corner which seems to collect layers of dust despite your best intentions. Every time I would come back from work and look at the table and think about picking up each little crystal and candle and washing and dusting it I would put it away for another day. Although I think the deeper reason was that I didn't want to accept the fact that I had completely given up on something that gave me so much joy for so many years. So Tarot continued to gather dust.

My tarot table has a lot of crystals and candles. The crystals have little stands and have to be handled carefully so no one is allowed to touch them aside from me. Today I finally got around to dusting my little table. I lovingly put each crystal under the flow of water. It is important to wash crystals and preferably put them under sunlight so they would get 'charged'. They send out a lot of positive energy. I used to wash them religiously when I was doing Tarot on a regular basis but I haven't done that for almost three years now ever since I got myself a full time job. Well the full time job has now come to an end and I have some free time on my hands hence my attention turned to my cards and all the candles I hadn't lit in a while. The Robin Wood deck that I had been using for many years used to have the usual 78 cards but unfortunately I somehow lost the Knight of Wands so I can't use that deck anymore. It is not really possible to find the Robin Wood deck easily in Dubai or even in India so I might have to order it online. I think I will do that tomorrow. I would like very much to get in touch with tarot again. So if you'd like a reading you know who to call! 

Saturday, October 26, 2013

The imaginary scar

Let me relate this incident once more because it's important to know why I'm writing this post. The false ceiling of our bathroom fell on me a couple of days ago and as you can see it scratched my face. I had got it repaired just two weeks ago and I got really pissed as hell at the men who repaired it. I called and blasted them and still I was angry as hell. The interesting thing was that not only was I angry but after a while I got a bit distressed. The reason was that that harmless looking scratch might leave a permanent scar on my face. The scratch hasn't healed yet so I don't know if it's going to actually leave a scar or not but at the time somehow the fear took on a disproportionate intensity and I washed my face several times. I couldn't stop looking in the mirror and touching the slightly angry thin red line next to my eye. It distressed me even further and I began to cry. I called my husband and cried like a baby saying that my face will be scarred forever and I'm going to be ugly for life. He soothed me and said,"Even the moon has a mark on its face." I felt a bit better and decided to forget about it but I couldn't. Yesterday as I applied a liberal amount of concealer on that little scratch it distressed me a bit again. As I washed off my face in the night I touched it again and I wondered why it distressed me. I recalled a friend who recently went through surgery and has a very visible and prominent scar. I didn't even see it until she touched it self consciously as she was telling me about the surgery. I realised that she probably looked at it every morning in the mirror, touched it and wondered if she was still beautiful. I hope she didn't because her beauty shines through her eyes. She has a serenity and grace in her demeanor which puts everyone around her at ease. She is a devoted and loving wife and mother. But there's the scar, so insignificant, so unimportant. And here I was crying like an idiot child over a scratch. I feel ridiculous about the way I reacted. I've said many times that it really doesn't matter what a woman looks like her beauty is unique and twinkles in her eyes, in her laughter, in the way she takes care of her family, the way she supports her friends, the way she loves and much more. And yet I had shed tears over a scar that may or may not even be there. In that moment I had forgotten how lucky I was that I hadn't lost my eye in the accident. I forgot that even if my face was a criss cross of scars the people who really love me will continue to love me just as much. Love doesn't recognise scars. I've understood that I'm a long way from understanding beauty. I mean what if there is a little scar on my face? Would I like myself any less? I hope not. That would be even more distressing than the actual scar.

Let the festivities begin

Om and Sonia threw a wonderful Diwali bash and it was time to meet old friends. Everyone was dressed in ethnic finery. Some women rocked a sari the way only us Indian women can. I admit I really wanted to wear a sari but if you've been following my blog you'd know that I don't know how. I still have saris given to me by my mother that I haven't worn yet. Still I wanted to wear one but I didn't know whom to call for help. I even thought of going down to the courtyard where a lot of Indian women bring their children down to play then I thought about how the conversation might go if I approach one of them and ask for help.

Me: Excuse me
Stranger woman: yes
Me: Hi my name is Parul.
SW: Hello I'm so and so
Me: Actually I have to go to a Diwali party and I don't know how to wear a sari so I was wondering if you could help me drape one.
SW bursts into laughter.

Yeah so I gave up on that lame idea and settled on wearing a Churidar Kurta instead. The party was lively and I met some people I hadn't seen for months. The highlight of the party for me was the fact that I met someone who likes to read my blog everyday. Vaishali is Anshuman's friend's wife and we've been friends for a while. She said she could relate to my blog and that warmed my heart. She has a beautiful twelve year old daughter Ria and I'm very fond of her. That's us in the picture (L to R Me, Ria, Vaishali, Sonia and Ankita)

Sonia gave me a very thoughtful gift- four beautiful diyas. I had been wondering where I would get them from and I couldn't be more grateful. The smokers were in the balcony as always and old memories of when Anshuman used to be at DDB brought sweet nostalgia to the party. Apparently team DDB played a cricket match against another company's team and instead of water they brought beer in an icebox. Yes of course they lost in grand fashion but the hilarious thing was that when the ball raced away between two fielders both of them pointed towards it expecting the other one to chase it. I would have liked to be at that match. Eleven drunk people playing cricket and actually ducking the ball when it came to them.

Friday, October 25, 2013

My silly puppy

It's been a lovely day altogether such a contrast from yesterday's disastrous happening. Well the false ceiling that I had just got repaired a couple of weeks ago fell on my head and scratched my face.  Anyway I don't want to think about that. that's the wonderful quality of time- it passes and things change each day. But I digress. It was a lazy morning and we went for brunch to this lovely place called More cafe. For those of you who are residents of Dubai I must say that the ambience of their outlet in Gold and Diamond Park is the best of all. Some of the art on the walls is rather nice and available for sale if you're interested.
The afternoon was perfect with a cup of tea, the beginning of a new book. No I didn't finish Dracula. I gave up halfway I'm ashamed to say. I started reading a Miss Marple book. Easy to read mystery that is not going to tax my brain too much. I'm just not in the mood for a 'serious' book. Ninna was by my side enjoying the sun as one can now open the windows without turning into steamed dumplings. Anshuman took a few lovely pictures and here they are.

Weird dream

I had a weird dream in the morning. Actually most dreams are weird. I read somewhere that they are a way for your brain to get rid of the garbage thoughts that are leftover from the day. So I was dreaming that an old client gave me an assignment. I was to get on a plane and go to a village in some European country and exchange some money and then fly out the next day. I found myself in a beautiful quaint little place which looked like something out of a storybook. All I had with me was a slingbag with a small wallet that had a few old and wrinkled notes. I kept thinking I will have no time to really see this beautiful place. I walked around looking at the fair skinned pretty people. The whole place seemed like it was frozen in some long lost time.

As I was wandering around I got hungry. I sat down at an open air cafe sort of a place and there was a movie being shown on a large screen. It was Casablanca and I watched as I ate chole bhature for some reason. And then four men came and sat around me. I got uncomfortable, got up and started to leave. One of them got up and said something to me. I kicked him and pushed him away. He fell and I ran away. It was evening and getting dark. I finally got to the money exchange and it was shutting down. I ran and banged on the window. An old woman told me I needed to get a photo ID before she would exchange the money. I showed her my passport but she said that won't do. She told me to go to the library next door and ask the manager there to make me a photo ID which would be acceptable to her. I ran again and found myself in a dark library full of old books. I found the manager, an old cantankerous  man who tried to shoo me away as the library was closing. I thrust my passport at him and he took it saying the photo ID will take two days.

I walked out into the night thinking to myself that even if I could delay my flight home by two days I don't have the money to survive for two days. I thought of calling my client but I couldn't find a phone. And then suddenly it hit me that I had travelled to the past and my client was going to get an exorbitant exchange rate and make money. I didn't know how to travel back to the present. I had no passport, no money and then I woke up.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Déjà vu

Sometimes you see something and you get the feeling that you'e seen something before as they call it in French- Déjà vu or 'already seen'. It happens to me quite often and may be all that means is that things get repeated a lot in my life. Anyway I was walking with Ninna the other day and I saw a pair of slippers under a hedge. I wondered who they belonged to and why they left them there. They certainly belonged to a man and since the mosque is close by I thought may his slippers were stolen from the mosque before and the man decided to leave them under the hedge to avoid losing them. But then I thought there was just as much chance of them getting stolen from their present place. I moved on and enjoyed the long walk.

Next day I found the slippers in the exact same place. I looked around and there was no one around. I thought to myself may be someone just ditched them but that couldn't be true. I mean you would throw away slippers if they were torn or really old or you lost one and the other became useless. these looked in fine condition. I moved on and enjoyed the long walk. Yesterday as I walked with Ninna I looked for the slippers under the hedge and there was no Déjà vu. The slippers were gone. I looked around and saw two men speaking on their mobiles. Both of them wore shoes so someone had taken away the slippers. I wondered if the owner himself had taken them or someone who really needed slippers decided they were a kind gift from God.

I moved on and took a long walk.

Monday, October 21, 2013


Time moves on. I haven't been here for a few days. There wasn't much to say really. Life is more complicated than usual these days but as always I'm alright. And as always everything is going to be alright. I haven't heard any new songs. I haven't been anywhere. I've been on long walks with the dog. I've thought about things. I've watched many movies, none of which I can recall at this moment. I've read about four pages of Dracula. It doesn't look like I'm ever going to finish that book. It might be cursed. I still don't have much to say really. Just came by to say hello. Hello.

Friday, October 18, 2013


It's been a wonderful lazy day so far and I'm loving it. When I find a new song I love it's like I've found a gem that I cannot stop looking at and touching. Recently I heard this song from Lootera at a friend's place and totally fell in love with it.

Anshuman and I went to this restaurant called Rare at the Desert Palm Resort yesterday. There weren't too many people and we sat outside with a view of the Polo course. The sky was exceptionally clear and the stars were twinkling. We could see the Dubai skyline in the distance. I had the Sea Bass which was quite delicious. However it came with some boiled vegetables which I didn't touch. Anshuman enjoyed the Pheasant and salad. The portions were rather small but perfect. The music was unnecessarily up tempo and rather intrusive. I mean I was in no mood to listen to Jim Morrison break on to the other side.

It's a nice drive as the resort is on the outskirts of the city. Anshuman darling got flashed for speeding. His reaction was,"Ooopsie!" accompanied by the little boy smile. What could I do. I smiled right back at him.

Here's the song I'm in love with today Manmarziyan Enjoy!

Thursday, October 17, 2013


Mornings with the dog are wonderful and slow and I can look at the shadow of the Neem tree outside my window for a few hours easily. I watched the new season of 'Suits' and quite liked it. I mean it's good time pass. What I really like are the strong women characters and their suits. Jessica Pearson could make a jute bag look good but the designer suits she wears make her look like something of a sensual shark. Well you gotta have the figure for the suit otherwise it might as well be a jute bag.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Rush: The sport and the men

I went to Ibn Batuta yesterday to drool at the new retina display Macbook Pro at the Apple store. The cinema is right next to it and I thought why not watch a movie so I bought two tickets for Rush simply because it has Chris Hemsworth in it. Yes I'm one hundred percent prime time in love with the man who plays the Norse God Thor. I'm eagerly awaiting the reprisal of his most famous role in the sequel.

But I digress, I'm here to talk about his latest flick directed by Ron Howard- Rush. When the movie began and I heard the screaming tires on the race track I thought the only good thing about this movie is going to be Hemsworth's baby blue eyes but I was so wrong. He plays a flamboyant Formula One driver James Hunt who is pitted against the rat faced, risk averse racing genius Niki Lauda. The film is based on a true story but many who have known the two men in real life have said that the director has taken many cinematic liberties in portraying the rivalry between the two. All that apart Ron Howard expertly sketches two strong characters and more than that two men with a passion for the same sport but with distinctly different personalities and approaches to it. While the reckless risk-taking of Hunt's character is thrilling, the dedication, intelligence, tenacity and persistence of Lauda's character moves your heart.

What really got me applauding the film was the respect that develops between the two men. It is not a begrudging respect but a genuine admiration for the other man's abilities. I thought to myself if you combine the two men you'd have the perfect race car driver but somehow one knows that that's not how it should be. Both the actors played their characters with great finesse and skill. The story is not only a thrill on wheels it is inspiring and anyone who loves sports will never forget this one!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Dinner with friends

So I met some close friends for dinner yesterday and it was a leisurely pleasant evening. As you can see I wore this lovely white skirt from Topshop and my favourite blue shoes. My friends kindly complimented me on the skirt and I was thinking to myself I hope they don't notice the tiny hole in the skirt thanks to an ember from a cigarette.

When old friends get together old times come alive. There were so many funny stories told but I can only remember a few. CK and his friends threw a party for some 30 interns in Ahmedabad. The bachelor pad was swept clean and they went to work. When they returned and began climbing to the third floor some water was flowing down the stairs. they began giving the choicest abuses to the stupid fucker who left the water on. Finally when they reached their apartment it was revealed that the stream was flowing from their house. They opened the door and got soaked as the water hit them. The lone mattress in the living room was floating away and the whole house was flooded of course. The amazing thing is that they managed to get the water out in time for the party and had an amazing time getting sozzled in the dry state of Gujarat!

Monday, October 14, 2013

Splashing around

So the Eid holidays have begun and we had quite a splash today at Anshuman's cousin's place. They have a lovely home quite close to where we live. They threw a pool party and off we went. Now I did learn to swim but I'm still a bit scared of water so I stayed out of the pool and attacked the yummy carrot sticks like a hungry bunny. I actually woke up at noon today so in my defence I was really famished. Everyone jumped into the lovely pool and had a great time playing some version of pool handball with buckets serving as
the goal. It was great fun with much laughter and I was content cheering the swimmers on from the sidelines. Phani and Rajat have a beautiful home with an enviable art collection. I found this ballerina by a Pakistani artist called Jamil Baloch done in pencil. The brilliant strokes and the sheer skilled control of the artist took my breath away. Somehow her outstretched hands and upturned face made me feel as though she is waiting for it to rain down from the skies. Another beautiful little person I met was a one and a half year old little girl called Nandini. In all the time I spent with her she went up two stairs and then came down the same two stairs with the help of a pillar some hundred times. SHe is still finding her feet and has mastered going up the stairs on her own but coming down is still a challenge but she's a very focused young person and I'm sure she will master the skill very very soon.

The food was yummy and I had more than my fair share of dessert- kheer, rasgullas and halwa. I'm so stuffed and satiated that I could take a very long long nap. I think I will. Happy Eid!

Sunday, October 13, 2013


So I went back to Arte the handicrafts fair at Times Square last Friday hoping to run into some old stalls and new ones. I met B (she won't let me writer her complete name for some reason) and we went around the place. There seemed to be lesser people than last time but it was just as much fun to see people selling their wares. I ended up buying two lovely blue bowls, some doggy treats for Ninna, couple of amazing smelling candles and some nice trinkets.

B was distracted easily by cakes and chocolates and I had to keep looking for her every five minutes as the sugary hooks of cupcakes got into her and she got mesmerised. We went and had some tea and lemonade at Starbucks and then drove home. I missed seeing Sue Tyson's stall somehow. I love her jewellery and I didn't spot Palmlights either which was a bit disappointing but all in all it was a lovely day.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

All dolled up

I love getting dolled up. I don't like doing it everyday in fact if I had to put on makeup regularly it would make me quite miserable. It was Anamika's 40th (Ana for short) birthday and I thought why not get a new dress. I mean you don't even need an excuse to buy a new dress. So off I went to my beloved Ibn Batuta. I tried on some twenty dresses but this one stole my heart. I usually stay a mile away from red but the embroidered dress looked so perfect I had to get it. The dress code was 'dare to bare'. Trust Ana to come up with that one and hence the grand canyon of a neckline. I decided to do another thing out of character. I wore a heart around my neck. I bought it because it was so pretty but even as I was buying it I was thinking to myself that I'm never going to actually wear a heart. But I was feeling rather adventurous, it was an all girls party and women are usually kind to one another. I mean even if you commit a fashion faux pas they are sensitive enough to not say anything to your face. I drove down to her place and since I've never driven myself there of course I got hopelessly lost. I must have called Ana some twenty five time before I finally made it to the party. There was a lively bunch of women gathered in the living room. I met some friends I hadn't seen for a long long time. I love hugging my friends and I got to hug so many at the party that my heart was filled with the warmth of joy and sheer love. It felt really good.

And that's the lovely birthday girl with me. I'm not sure what we're looking at and my phone gave us both red eyes but I will treasure this lovely memory of two happy girls for a long long time. There was a small play about how Kumar proposed to Ana and it was hilarious with a lot of dancing. Gracy in particular is such a fabulous dancer that it was wonderful to watch. Ana was grilled with some risque questions on a chat show called 'coffee with Ana' and there were audience questions too. Ana faced the queries with her usual sense of humour and we laughed a lot. After a lot of dancing to item numbers I was ready to call it night. The cake was the torso of a muscled man with the top button of his jeans undone. The lone candle was put in at a strategic place and led to much laughter. It was a yummy cake and I enjoyed my little piece very much. I think I had the liver of John Abraham as it was supposed to be his musles we were digging into. As I walked out and went down two stairs my stilettos got entangled with each other, I lost my balance and fell face down on the floor. Fortunately there was no one to see the disaster and I gathered myself and my bag. I sat down on the swing in the lawn, took deep breaths and took off my shoes for a while. Finally I walked bare foot to the car and drove home and fortunately this time I didn't get lost!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Sometimes I wonder how much pain would a woman go to to look beautiful. Cosmetic surgery is on an all time high. Women want that perfect nose, butt, breasts whatever. Sometimes I'm amazed at the number of women who agree to go under the knife to adhere to someone's idea of beauty. Being from India I know how important it is for some people to look fair and hence the huge market for fairness creams and the beautician will always ask if you want to bleach your face. It irritates me to no end. Indian women are beautiful in all shades of brown. There are  these impossible parameters of beauty that us mortal average women are subjected to and I think it's just not fair. We are individuals and we're all born with our own innate beauty and the people who love us can very easily see it.

I remember my father in law once told me a very interesting story. He had a colleague who was from the south of India. He went for an interview to London and the interviewer said to him," You are so dark, your nose is so big. Don't you think you are ugly?" Pat came the reply,"My mother doesn't think so!" That to me sums up in very few words exactly what beauty is all about. When you love someone they are beautiful. It doesn't really matter what your physical appearance is like, to the people who really care about you, you will always be beautiful.

All that said I went to the salon today to get my eyebrows done. Yes I give in to the idea that if my eyebrows look like perfect bows it's going to make me look pretty. Does it really? I don't know. I remember my eyebrows were just fine even when I didn't get them threaded. I sometimes curse the day I got them done for the first time. Now I pull my eyelid down and my forehead up as the cruel beautician plucks off each little hair and I constantly go,"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Wednesday, October 09, 2013


So about a year ago the false roof of our bathroom fell in. We had to call a guy for repairs. He came and fixed something, took a bunch of money and left. The air-conditioning in one of the rooms got stuck at 21 degrees so we called a guy. He said something about a thermostat and fixed something, took a bunch of money and left. A couple of weeks ago the roof started leaking and I put buckets and tumblers to catch the water. So today I called a guy. He came with a ladder. I heard a lot of drilling and something about full service and thermostat. I agreed to the full service but put my foot down at the thermostat not knowing anything about either but wanting to sound intelligent. So he said something about the false ceiling probably falling down again so I agreed to have it replaced. There are a few other repairs which need to be done and he tells me he will get 'top quality' stuff. Yes you guessed it, he's going to take a bunch of money and leave until something starts leaking again and falls on my head. 

Tuesday, October 08, 2013


So taking a walk with Ninna is always a pleasure especially because I get to interact with complete strangers thanks to her. Kids are fascinated by her smushy face and after a bit of hesitation they love petting her. She's a very docile little dog and soaks up all the attention. I met two women today as I was walking Ninna in the evening. One of them had two dogs including a German Shepherd. Both the dogs were only puppies but larger than Ninna in size. Ninna ofcourse has no idea that she is a little dog. She would get on her hind legs and happily play with any dog size notwithstanding. The other woman also had a German Shepherd, a beautiful dog called Arya. I think the owner might be a big fan of the Game of thrones series. I love that series. Anshuman has read all the five books too and almost spoilt the ending of the 'Red wedding' episode. Those of you who are avid followers of the series will know what I'm talking about.

I'm writing this post on my phone. This is only the second post that I've written on my phone. I must admit it's pretty cool! And with that I bid you Goodnight!

Monday, October 07, 2013

These things

Some days there isn't much you can do but bide your time and wait patiently for life to unfold itself. An important phase of life has come to an end and another one will begin but there is space and time in between. This space is crucial, simply to take long walks, watch mushy films and in the words of young Sarah Jarosz- 'peruse and ponder'.

There are times in your life when those oft repeated words 'change is the only constant' begin to make much sense and you realise that there is nothing that can replace patience and tenacity. The patience to wait for the right moment and the tenacity to constantly knock on closed doors till the right one opens up and you make a new beginning.

On that note I'd like to say that even though I will try to update my blog everyday it's quite possible that I may not be as steadfast to my commitment as before.

I'd like to end this post with some of my most favourite words of a song- "These things have always been the same so why worry now"

Sunday, October 06, 2013


So I went to the hospital today. The person who extracted blood from my arm was either a feminine man or a masculine woman. I was quite confused but didn't want to be rude and actually ask. Then as this person drew blood he/she asked me,"You have such a nice glow on your face." I was surprised and confused even further so I just laughed and admitted," I got a facial day before yesterday." And then he/she went on to tell me how they'd tried everything for the acne on their skin but nothing worked. I kept trying to figure out if this person was a man or a woman but I'm still not quite sure. The complete lack of mammaries and the heavy voice would suggest he was a man or rather a young boy but I can't be certain. In any case his genuine compliment made an otherwise dismal day a lot better. 

Thursday, October 03, 2013

The Paratha Disaster

Anshuman wanted Aloo Parathas for dinner yesterday and I promised I would make some for him. Now it has been a while since I made parathas but that is no defence for making something as horrid and inedible looking as the paratha on the left. The potatoes got boiled and mashed too much. I put so much salt in it that even I could barely eat two and even that because i was really hungry. As you can see the potato filling came out of everywhere as I made an attempt to make a roundish shape with the belan (rolling pin) and thus the paratha disaster ensued.

Guess what my husband said,"Very nice." Gotta love that guy.

Wednesday, October 02, 2013


Today Anshuman and I complete 13 years of marriage. I have two fond memories of my wedding. Well actually there are a lot of fond memories but these two are my favourite. The first one is our pheras at my home in Delhi and the other one is the time I was standing outside the wedding Shamiyana waiting for my mother and the videographer to come and for some reason I thought why not have a smoke and so I did. I quite enjoyed that cigarette, my last as an unmarried woman.

My husband is a quirky guy and sometimes he says the damndest things. Here are a few of them in honour of our anniversary. Enjoy!

Anshuman- What do you want for our anniversary gift?
Me: I thought of something but I think it's too expensive so I won't ask for it...
Anshuman: It's ok I'll sell my liver for it

At the mall 

Me: isn't that a pretty dress?
Anshuman: 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.

Me: Anshuman please eat some fruit.
Anshuman: Then get me fruit I like. I like peaches and plums. I call you my peach and my plum. Did I ever call you my pear?

Me- "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Anshuman- "you're the prettiest girl in the whole world, in the whole universe. I see your face in the stars. I see your teeth in the stars. You're batwoman and a vampire with a perfectly round face.

Anshuman- do you like your dessert?
Me- no
I taste his dessert. 
Anshuman- do you like it?
Me- yes
He switches his dessert with mine. A few seconds later...
Anshuman- what do you say?
Me between gulps of dessert- thank you

Me: what are you doing?
Anshuman: I'm smelling a 20 dirham note.
Me: why?
Anshuman: because I want to see what it smells like.

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

More Is Not Enough

I really enjoy reading Buddhist Parables. I don't actually practice any teachings of Buddhism but I do try to understand it. Of course I'm just your average run of the mill person who doesn't always get the depth of Buddhist thought but the one thing that I do try to do is to stay mindful of the present moment. I rarely succeed I admit but I do try. It is very difficult to deny memory which gives life to your past but in the process snatches away the present moment or day dreaming my favourite pastime which builds beautiful castles in the air again taking me away from the present moment. It is not as easily done as it is said- "Live in the present moment and be completely aware of everything that is." But like I said, I try. Here's a parable that I find relevant in today's world of races where rats run and dogs eat dogs. Enjoy!

There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life. One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"

Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.

He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.