It is just a phase!

Six months since the begining of the year and I now realise that nothing much has happened. Rather, I haven't done much in these six months

We all look for hobbies to satisfy our urge to do something and many a times struggle to find the right one. I was pretty successful in identifying my favourite pursuits. I was an ardent reader and also wrote a lot. Unfortunately, I find myself using these in the past tense because I have ceased to read and write.

Can there be any explanation for why one stops doing something they liked a lot?

I can call it a phase. A break from reading and a small bit of writer's block. But six months is a long time and feels like the year might slip away before I get to accomplish something.

I did read a book, a classic at that. So I can at least be consoled that I haven't lost the taste. Managed to write a few blog posts and haven't lost the flair. Still it is far behind the voracity with which I used to read or the speed with which ideas and words formed in my mind.

These days I find myself addicted to YouTube, watching video after video and letting time fly. I used to be a TV addict and now this seems to be the next one. With the smart phone in hand I find I am constantly refreshing my FB page and checking for watsapp messages. Though I do not suffer from the Selfie syndrome, these are equally devastating and as I write these words, I realise that it is just blocking my creativity and numbing the brain.

Realising what is happening is the first step in righting the wrong and since I have identified the cause, I soon hope to break from this phase and do something fruitful.

Incidentally I have crossed 150 posts on this blog. Yay me!

45 days to account

Promises are made to be broken and as I sheepishly type this, I do wish to state that I have my reasons for not making the promised post after the end of each month.

March got over with a bit of suspense and April dawned with a pleasant surprise. The reason was one and the same. I am an Aunt now to a beautiful little baby boy.

The days and months leading to it had moved at a very slow pace but things moved quickly once the little one was ready to see the world. And being the loving aunt that I was, I turned busy watching over the little one, whether he was dosing off to sleep or staring at nothing in particular. With all the coochy-cooing, a blog post was no where in the thoughts that possessed my mind.

March was a bit slow but not too bad. I had to visit bangalore and after four long months, the place felt different, the very same strangeness I had felt when I had moved in to a new home. I carressed the walls and re-lived the memories associated with them.All this emotion in just these few months of separation.

Life once back home was more towards getting back in the groove after almost a week long break. There had been feeble attempts to set a healthier routine. An attempt to wake early and go for a walk and then go for a swim. However my plans went to the drain when sleep turned cosier under the soothing chill air from the AC. My lazy bones just needed a little encouragement to pull up the bedsheet closer and dose off for a few more minutes. As for the swimming, it was easy to call the water dirty and stay away and it was truly dirty cause of all the summer revellers soaking in it. A relook at the price tag on my swimming dress would promt me to done it and dunk in. Money is powerful that way.

There was a better chance at making more money this march as I had a little extra work to do and got rewarded duly. Housework definetly yields no financial rewards. You put in more efforts than a maid but get no remuneration. Whatever money comes in to your hands are towards household expenses. But the satifaction I get while walking on the freshly cleaned floors or while putting away clean vessels or stacking freshly washed clothes, is as good as seeing money coming in to my account. Ultimately, doing things that satisfy you and make you happy is more important. Probably my comfortable position in life allows me these luxurious statements and maybe I would be rushing to work otherwise. For now, I shall stick to satisfaction as the ultimate reward

Should say March was not really eventful and the only thing I did additionally was to start reading again. Slow progress is happening on the classic "Gone With the Wind".

April with the baby has been very amusing. Watching the little one has been a great source of entertainment. The rains that came added to the refreshment. The remaining days of April or even the months to come will mostly be spent in company of the little friend who would progress from plain staring, to laughing, kicking and crawling.

Lots of things to look forward to and hopefully lots of things to do. One thing though, I have left behind the habit of lazy sulking, which has greatly improved my days and quality of life.

Once again, a promise to write more often escapes from within and a prayers accompanies that I should be able to maintain it this time at least. The 45 days so far have been good and will come back with more about the days to come.

The February Roundup!!

February had just 28 days and thank God for that. Which only means the coffers will get re-filled earlier than usual

This was a month of celebrations and hence the depletion of resources. Yes! Celebrations.

Kicking off the events was Parents' Wedding Anniversary!! Did nothing earth shattering but went for a surprise visit. Then felt guilty for not doing much about it and therefore followed it up with a compensatory visit the following week. This trip was to mainly take my mother on a shopping spree and also get something for dad.

Mid-Feb was the World Famous valentine's day and in other news, 15th Feb was my wedding day. Yes, it was indeed. However with husband away and me at parents', it was an odd day. We couldn't even speak on the phone. Then come evening 6, surprise surprise there he is at the door! It turned to be a very pleasant evening and a very quiet and simple 6th Anniversary spent together.

The celebrations continued with Dad's birthday. We had a simple visit to the temple early morning and spent the day together with breakfast, lunch and dinner at home. Of course the new clothes were worn and lots of pictures were taken. Dad finally took his first digi-cam selfie and I was at my 689th.

Also in other news, visited bangalore after almost 2.5 months. Strangely it felt as if nothing had changed, that we had not moved out at all. But the visit was very short and was soon on the way back.

The last part of Feb was where I was exhausting reserves. I wound up with a low cash balance, low bank balance, low call balance and a low battery all on the same evening. It was a strange feeling to be stuck like that. Ofcourse on reaching home everything was back to normal.

The one thing lagging though is my Time Management. My reading and hobbies have taken a back seat and I just wonder when will I get back to them. It was only with great determination that I managed to pen this roundup.

Just praying that I find my RHYTHM by end of March!

31 days of Jan

With inspired writing not flowing, I decided to make a log. Here it goes about Jan

Apart from the routine cleaning and cooking and cleaning there was a lot of lazing and procrastination. There was guilt and there was laziness. There was dust everywhere and work left pending and I'd make excuses to myself for doing it later. I guess it was my relocation blues working extra hours that made me while away my time in a mild stupor.

With this knowledge, ever since I have been trying to be more hands on and less postponing. The progress is there. Lots better than before. I still sit lazy but at least work gets done.

There was also my surrendering my long held library membership. After having voracoiusly read book after book for almost a year and a half, I finally realised that a break is needed. With the subscription going up, it was easier to decide. I hope to get back to active reading once again. However have to wait till I start to miss them books badly.

Jan was filled with cakes and pasteries and the realisation that I had gained a lot of weight. The weight and cakes were not related but then the cakes didn't help much either. My love for cakes and chocolates is an age old one. Something that I get easily tempted by.

Many other non-consequential things happened and still happen. But I can say that after almost 2 months I've finally settled down. A routine is in place, something that I can rely on and start planning based on. Uncertainity is something that I can hardly put up with. With home base reasonably set, I do feel a lot relaxed and whole lot in control.

That was basically Jan. A week of Feb has already flown by but the musings on that will be for later.

I also Vow to keep the writing alive.

Belated HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Finally the long overdue post for the new year is here. I had a lot to round up on the year past and really no idea of what to say about the year born.

2014 was a year of zillion earth shattering changes in my life. Changes for the better. There is no other way to sum up them all. Life before and after each of the events has been different. There has a learning, a lesson for life.

The year began with the biggest event and the most looked forward one. My sister's wedding. Although it did make me feel a bit mature and extremely responsible, I thoroughly enjoyed the challenges of being at the center of all the action and managing to do all what we had planned. Little stressful, hey but it's once in a lifetime!

Learnt to ride a bike and I can call the best thing to happen to me. My bike and I have begun a long term relationship and going steady. It was a wonderful experience from self doubt to struggling for balance till finally getting my license. Have a lucky penny in my keychain and just like that I am happy !

The third biggest change was of course was saved for the last part of the year. Dec'14 I officially moved back to Chennai. With mixed feelings I left the foster city and moved back to home ground. Having fun exploring the city with a different perspective than before.


If there is something about 2014 I can say, then probably that it revealed my inner strength. I can always look back to it at any hour for guidance. A power and punch packed year it was.

And then 2015 was born.

Well have to wait for 12 months to have something to say. No speculations!

Change and Hope!

I woke one morning with just the usual thoughts; a plan for a warm shower, a plan to finish a book and a plan for a nice nap. But it was not to be. A phone call later I was getting ready for Work.

I have a strange relationship with Work; we meet only once in a while and mostly because a zero bank balance sets us up on a date.

A tale of two wheels and a CAST!

I knew this day was coming but I did not know that it would be so close on the heels of triumph. Within a month managed to get my Driving license, drive 30 kms a day and crash land from the bike. Yes, Humpty Dumpty Had a Great Fall.

So Dear Me was getting to work. As always  I focussed on looking the part and being a big day et al, spent an extra few minutes on the looks department. Eyes lined with khol, hair fragrant from shampoo, lips shimmering with gloss, cheeks powdered up and a trail of my perfume following me.

The year that was!

So the year is drawing to a close. It calls for a commemorative post. Only when December is born, does the reality of 12 months flying past hit home.

The New Year began with an alarm  and not with resolutions. In fact at the stroke of midnight, I was in deep sleep. Nothing eventful of the day per say but the birth of the New Year always gives a sense of hope for starting new things and probably a sense that a miracle is around the corner.

I had expected this year to be special with many things coming my way.

This Place Called - SHIVAJINAGAR

I have been visiting this place for almost 2 years now. My office is located here. Here, this place, where I get a glimpse to a City that was very new to me just a few years back. Today, I feel I know it a little more than what I had expected, in such a short time.

The Audi zipped past me one evening and some days later there was a Jaguar. BMWs are so common here. Latest to this list of exquisite beauties, a Porsche ( say POR-Sha).  Every evening I am treated to the buzz of traffic, smell of dung and garbage which is soon followed by strong musky perfumes.

Here you get to see men clad in White and come September everything turns Peachy-Pink. You hear the Maulvi every day and the Church Priest’s Sermons on special days. Not left far behind is the temple nearby, where in August the festivals are celebrated with some fire.

If I fancy some tea, I can get it, along with some delicious Mutton Biryani. But since I am a vegetarian, I can settle for some tender coconut or some Fruit Salad or spiced nuts or even some sweet corn.

I get to hear a lot of Urdu and also a generous dose of Tamil. There are lot of Malayalam speaking people here too. But the street where I tread daily, Urdu it is.

Supermarkets are normally set in multi-storey buildings and carry central Air Conditioning. Over here, the supermarket spreads across the many roads and shopping is done under the skies unmindful of whether it is daylight or dusk.

When it rains you have to be wary as the roads turn slushy. It is common in any market place and this place is no exception. However I got lucky cause I had gotten a Jinxed Umbrella. Ever since I bought it, there were no rains.

In short, my experience here has been an Eye Opener (and a nose closer). 

And I LOVE YOU 13B (the old faithful that takes me home every evening)

Black Mark!

The first thing I do when I am alone at home, is to SNEEZE as loud and free as possible. Yes it is true.

Why? Well the reason is that my in-laws are a bit superstitious about SNEEZES and scrunch up their face when they hear one. Given that and my Chronic Sneezing problem, I try to suppress it and make it as less loud as possible.

Finally when left alone, I take the chance of Letting Go with great gusto.

Small Pleasures of Life.

But really how and when and why did Sneezes become a bad omen? God Only Knows.

I used to be very superstitious. During my school years I had a routine and stuck to it. If I faltered, I feared that I would be quizzed in class, my incomplete work discovered or anything random which I failed to do exposed.

Nobody likes surprise tests and I surely didn't want to bring it on by just waking on the wrong side of bed.

Later on I discovered Murphy's Law and realised that all my routine was in VAIN.

I do wonder whether they are really as potent as people fear. I just have one real and recollectable experience with a Sneeze Jinx. A shopping expedition where I ended up returning with EMPTY BAGS!

Talking about famous / common superstitions, who can give the CAT a miss? A cat on the way means a quick U-Turn, whatever be the time, urgency or errand. Our neighbourhood was teeming with cats at some point. Many families must have been relieved to see them go away (DIE even).

Seriously. But I found the stray cats a menace rather than Walking-Meowing evil-omens. Oh! That howling Dog too. Wonder how people restrained from Stoning it to Death. Shit scared they are about such stuff.

I had a Sign-of-Bad-Luck. I nicknamed this unknown man on my street "Unlucky Iyengar". He was unlucky not cos of his beliefs but just unlucky as I had an inexplicable dislike for him and believed that seeing him ruined my work / day. True to that, I did have some lousy days.

Then one fine day I had a revelation and he ceased to affect my day.

I still call him that though and I continue to dislike him.

So what has all this got to do with a Black Mark? No it is not about Lucky Moles (Molosophy on another day). It is about this little aberration. It is not a mole, mind you, but black mark for putting my finger between a Rock and a Hard place.

The Black Mark

The OMEN factor? This one is not evil. Based on my past experience, I have realised that getting my hand stained foretold Good Fortune. Every single time my clean hands got stained, I walked out successful and happy from whatever I set out to do. No kidding.

That gave me great happiness when I saw this one forming after that crushing experience. True to it's nature, I had a wonderful time with Loved Ones and even managed to get tickets to buses and cinemas in the last minute. That too on a weekend. Beat That!

Unfortunately nothing lasts forever and that applied to this little sweet dark darling of a black mark. It is long gone now and I do miss it's company. The pride it gave me to display such an anomaly that I even clicked it's picture to record it for eternity. Sometimes I just wonder whether I should just drop that Rock on my finger again. What say? Shall I?

Oops! Someone Sneezed. Crushing by Rock on some other day.

The Recipe I Promised!!

Yes finally it is here.

Warning: The following contains nothing related to food. Cooking enthusiasts may look for greener pastures. No people were harmed in the making of the following (expect Moi – La Chef)

Today we are going to make a simple Lemon Rice and a little Channa Dhal. Please take a pen and paper for notes, which you may later fold in to paper planes. Whatever being said below are really important stuff. Pay attention.

Pour Lemon Rice:

Lemons and Rice. Duh!!

Also some salt, green chilies, ginger etc etc. (please google it up from some real cooking blog).

So I will just give some useful tips.

1. We need good lemon juice from nice juicy lemons, not the blood from your fingers. Lemons are tricky little round running objects. Since this is not some Bloody offering to the Devil, forget the black magic rituals and concentrate on the lemon between your fingers.

2. We need some salt and if there is less of it, well the food tastes incomplete and if excess, then we need buckets of water to rinse and cleanse the sediments from our tongue. 

At some time I had proudly declared that the Salt Spoke to ME. Guess what? It LIED.

3. Green Chillies are needed for the right flavour. A real cook would tear the chillies with her bare hands and then use it to season her lemon rice. A real cook would then not proceed to rub her eyes with the same hand.

4. We need a small 3 inch piece of juicy Ginger cut in tiny pieces. Beware; just like the one above, it is also a Stinger.

Important Tip: Have an experienced chef around to bail you out of sticky situations.

Pour Channa Dhal:

They are stubborn a*******s and require a good soak before they oblige to cook, tough cookies.

The recipe below is to make Perfect Channa Dhal - Burnt Style

1. Put un-soaked channa in to a cooker - first important poor decision

2. Pour water until the dhal drowns - dead and floating

3. Pressure cook for as long as your cooker takes to cook rice - hope you are smart enough like me to light the stove

4. Check and find uncooked and hard channa - no soaking = no cooking.

5. Pressure cook again adding little water- note water required disproportionate to cooking time.

6. Tadaa!! - Burnt Channa Dhal!

Important Tip: Know your dhals, there are many out to get you.

Jokes and a cut finger and wasted proteins apart, remember that the most important ingredient to make anything awesome is a good dose of LOVE.

B@$#%*&T.

It just doesn't work. Your husband cannot eat love and survive and neither can you. Please have a good restaurant's number on Speed Dial. This is the only decent tip I can give you.

Some people love cooking but it only puts me in a bad mood

Traffic Signal...

It was a lazy morning with no real task to accomplish. So after a quick shower, dress up and dabbing of some cream-powder-perfume and gulps of a so called breakfast, I was ready.

Faced with the option of a Rs.100 auto ride and a Rs.14 bus ride and given the time available on hand, I decided to do the 700 m dash to the nearest bus stand. There it was, ready and roaring, the bus to my destination, well at least it would be taking much closer to my destination. Window seat and all, I was set. About 45 minutes later, I was on board an auto heading to The Office.

The Auto. It always amuses about how much of my surroundings I am able to take in while in an Auto as compared to the times when I am in a Car. Probably it is cause of the need to stay alert when being driven around by a stranger or the fact that there are no doors and raised glass windows to cocoon you in to a very personal space. In an auto, you are bound to have lots of things coming in and going out.

As the three wheeler kept rumbling and rolling down the road, it came to a stop at a signal. Slowly other vehicles too followed suit. A couple of bikes rolled up in to the front line. Typical.

Typical. It is typical for the auto guys to make abrupt turns and screeching halts. Typical for bikers to criss-cross other vehicles and get in to the tiniest gaps available. It is typical for the car fellas to block the way and take tedious U-turns and park haphazardly. And all the more typical for all of them to blame each of the others for the chaos.

At the signal now, as the vehicles roll to a stop, I take the time to observe my surroundings. Two guys in their courier company's Red - tees, looking anxiously at the signal. A matching red bag slung across their shoulders, unclear whether full or empty. A techie ahead of my auto, with a backpack that says "SAP" with a tiny water bottle tucked to the side, waiting for the signal. On a similar wait I also find two middle aged men, bike-pooling and wearing identical stripped shirts. Then there is a guy sandwiched between two big black bags and one of them read "SONY". Not difficult to guess that it was a Video Camera and his tripod accompanying him.

Just before the signal could turn green, I noticed one other biker with a bag hanging from the side. It was odd. It was a bag that I have seen the milk man carry around in the mornings. It felt out of place with a guy dressed in full formals complete with shoes and socks to match. Still trying to figure that out, I watched as the vehicles now came to life again, well some never really went to sleep.

The cameraman, veered to the lane on the right and vanished from eye-sight. The SAP guy went straight and the colour coded bike poolers rode along. The courier guys, I didn't have extra pair of eyes to follow, never realised where they had gone.

The chaos of further more workind day morning traffic continued and slowly I turned my head down towards the book that I had been reading,  wanting to finish a few more pages before I had to get off. After a stop at two other signals and then a final left turn, finally as my auto ground to a halt, I paid my fare and hopped off, all the while listening to "CHANDRALEKA" on high volume and praying for a place where I could just DANCE.

PS. Did I mention that sudden "SLOCH" sound I heard? Well it was birdie-poo landing splat on the road. Lucky fellows, it missed its mark.

A New Addiction!!!

Have been very busy lately doing a lot of shopping. The long hours have not tired my legs though and neither do I feel dehydrated at the end of it. In fact my bank balances are also intact. Wondering how I managed to shop in such a manner?

E - WINDOW SHOPPING!!!

Have you seen those cute ads or those crazy ones? The ones where it claims to be child's play or even cheaper than your neighborhood discount store?

I have to say that the ads did not kindle my interest but the actual witnessing of successful purchase by a comrade. Probably that is how trends catch on. And ever since I have been religiously scanning all such sites. Seems like there are many such and some specialize in certain lines of product.

Despite have surfed around and having done my ground work, I am still wary of making that first purchase. A practically empty bank balance is one reason but more than that there are a few issues.

Paisa Vasool ??

Some items I feel do not really give you that price advantage. It is the same as buying in a local store. Whatever the discount shown, it only makes you doubt the quality of the product. With no means of being assured of that, for the time being I prefer to click on that little 'x' in the top right corner.

Fit hoinga kya??

I have a horrid time shopping for clothes and chappals. After many trials I finally emerge with one or two successful acquisitions. Given my peculiar taste, just seeing a picture and choosing does not seem workable. 

Since ages I have been accustomed to trying on footwear and walking a few steps inside the store. How can I give up such an illustrious tradition? And do not start about the dresses part. Sometimes my own tailored suits do not fit well. I am not yet prepared to gamble on the fit.

Agar kaam nahi kare toh??

This is one big doubt. Yes, they will take return but then they won't give  a refund. It will only be a replacement. Agar woh bhi kaam nahi kare toh?

Naya lagta hai, magar...

What about expiry dates? When I pick a bottle of lotion, I check the dates immediately. Sometimes they offer huge discounts and you are left wondering what is that all about.

DEMO NAHI HAI???

This is the most ridiculous part. Even when buying a pen we will write on a paper and then chose. But here cellphones and other electronics are sold only with the pictures to tell the story. We always check any appliance twice or thrice before buying it. 

This is like the Arranged Marriage of previous century where the groom will see his bride only on their wedding day. Such surprises are not that fun.

But kuch toh bath hai:

No pesky sales person watching over your shoulder. (C'mon how can I shoplift a TELEVISION?)

No pesky sales person (BIG ADVANTAGE hence repeated twice)

No need to dress up for the trip

No need to struggle in Traffic to and fro for your expedition

No need to allocate a Shopping time (useful for those who are always on the go)

Par KHABARDHAAR:

I have been testing the waters and plan to place a small order. That way it is not much of a risk and I can get to see the quality of service. 

Some things that I keep buying regularly can be bought online as I already know the nature of the product.

And I shall stay away from straying in to too many of these websites. There are MANY of them out there.

And one more actually, I shall not yield to temptation when faced with a BIG discount on something I do not NEED.

Having said all this, I am simultaneously searching for OSAA (Online Shopping Addicts Anonymous). Just as a back-up cause I do not know when I might need their help.

Goodness Gracious Righteous ME!!!

I have been drafting and deleting for sometime now. Either my post is boring (even for me) or they are too preachy.

Ever got free advice? Guess all hands would be up.

Ever given free advice?

I have. Despite hating free advice I have been pretty jolly when dishing out my fundas of life to some poor listener who just couldn't escape.

There have been many times where I have noticed myself, being too nice and acting too good. Righteous to a fault and saying nonsensical things that some gyan-guru should be saying. In short acting like a Righteous-Goose. I would incessantly list out my experiences and my inferences and therefore Lessons for Life kind of opinions to that one poor listener. An after thought would make me feel foolish for having said those things.

My basic life principles are simple. Live and let live. I believe in non-interference. And yet I go against my own principles and punish those poor souls who unwittingly get caught in my net.

There are some who are gullible enough and come ask for advice. Such occasions are like Feasting and I enjoy them to the core. But then these are few and countable and I can hardly imagine what use my words have been.

I, Whom am I? A person who has not been able to figure out my own life, creating and clearing my own mess, confused and conflicted about my own interests, unfocussed and unbalanced at many times, unforgiving and un-forgetful of my own sins, a person with so many other vices that cannot be framed in to pretty words here.

Surprisingly though, the gullible folk do come back for more. Does that mean what I said really worked for them? Am I really that Wise? Am I really underestimating myself?

Well the simple answer is that, I was experiencing a Brief Spell of Smartness and knew what to tell. And the other party experienced a Brief Spell of Understanding to interpret a deeper meaning to what is being said.


Advice has never worked for me though. I only seem to learn through my own experience. The idea of reading a Self Help book seem so repulsive that I do not even walk near that aisle in a Library. That is the same way I got to realise that I am FREE ADVICE MANIAC.

But lo and behold! Return for my Imperfections where I forget my own Lessons and do the same mistakes once again. But with a small difference. Earlier it used to take a long time to realise what I have done. Now I seem to realise a little quicker. An improvement nevertheless. Hoping that some day that I will be able to realise in advance and avoid the MISTAKE altogether.

Till then I should probably continue declaring that I am a Perfect Human  because Humans are IMPERFECT. (But then by being perfect I am being a imperfect Human and therefore a perfect human and therefore an imperfect human....aaargh!!!!)

What was the point in this post anyway?  God Only Knows!!

Makings of a blog..

I love to write, yet there hasn't been a single blog drafted in the last 3 months. Probably somebody/something JINXED my regularity. I do remember someone asking if they could share my blog (is it really worth it). Feeling really ashamed of the quality of my work here, I dismissed the idea. Frankly I fear being READ. Yup! That is strange though as I keep checking my blog views and ensure I deliver my blog copies to friends and family. Yet a strange Fear of feeling exposed and laughed at. Guess I worried too much.

So what was I going to write about finally? The Makings of a Blog - what made me put words to my thoughts Once Again.

The Technology: The first and most important aspect to be able to blog is Internet and a device to access. Check and check. Yes, I did have abundant connectivity and no gadget trouble. Well not exactly. I had ceased to use a computer in a long time and taken to blogging via a touch-screen device. Now that was too delicate and uncomfortable for my fingers which were used to beating up the keyboard with every letter that I would put in. The small screen view and certain App problems ensured that I could not enjoy the TYPING part.

Lets just say that the ZEST for blogging returned the day I laid my hands on a LAPPY TOPPY.


The Space: This is a tricky thing. There is no ideal space for the brain to work. The brain starts working on wonderful things even at times when your body is busy off-loading. But for QUALITY creative work, the mind and body need some Special Space. Poets and Writers have their favourite spots wherein their creativity will ebb and flow. Space is vital. Did I have Space? The Right Space? I did have my BEDROOM all to myself. But that did not inspire anything other than SLEEP. Hence the river of creativity went dry.

Since I am blogging now, that must mean I have found the right space, right? Picture this, Temp job, not much work and a cabin all to myself, peace and quiet.

The Time: I should have just said Time and Space and gotten over with it. Getting both together was the Key to this post.

The Best time to write a blog is Office Time. (OMG!! What if my Boss sees this?).


The Thought: Un-interrupted thought flow is key to a sensible blog. Having spent the past two hours with just "the thought" and numerous diversions, I am now once again faced with a DRY spell. Which therefore brings us to the end of this blog.

To sum up.

HAPPY READING.

Happy Deepavali.... Happy Diwali..

Had a tough time choosing between the two, felt like I was choosing between Rava Ladoo and Coconut Burfi or between Ribbon Bakoda and Thenkozhal. The festival of lights, crackers and sweets.

I would have sounded like a glutton at the end of the previous para but it is unavoidable.

The Thrills:

Waking up at 4am may not sound fun but the idea of being the first one to wake the neighbourhood with a blast of crackers sure gives a high. Unfortunately some faceless neighbour took the honours this year. Moment of glory missed. More cracker bursting will happen when Karthi comes but the REAL competition is on this day only. There is always next year so better luck and less sleep next time.


The Cracks:

This purely refers to those who attempt Gymnastics with fire crackers. FYI guys, it will not fetch you a Gold in Olympics probably a bed in some hospital. Have seen some of the rowdiest stunts played over the years and they just never seem to care. Boys will be Boys.

The Frills:

Dresses, dresses and that too NEW dresses. The best part of this festival is the Nouveau addition to your wardrobe. There is something special about wearing a new dress on this day than on any other. The Oohs and Aahs are the most awaited comments once you manage to step away from that poor MIRROR. It may be mainly due to the history that in many families only this day would yield a new dress. Now I don't want to change the Celebratory mood of this post so I shall quickly move on.

This Deepavali/Diwali has been as special as ever. Ate lots of sweets and savouries which I has actually helped in making. Lit 1 flower pot and 2 sparklers keeping in mind the safety of my new dress. Watched a slew of movies on Television. Managed to call and wish my close relatives and gave all friends a skip. Lazily avoided posting festival greetings on FB and so far haven't been linked to one those bulk-link images. Overall a Diwali/Deepavali well spent.

HAPPY DEEPAVALI!!!!

Happy Birthday To Me!!

One month ago I made a post. Few weeks ago I lost a post. That leaves me with no new posts in between. Breached my promise to my own-self (own-self???). Being the Analytical Genius (self proclaimed), after deep analysis I present only one valid reason / excuse. I was procrastinating.

Amongst other things there was also the Festive season and guests which required a lot of time for dress-ups and chit chat. Energy levels usually get drained to ZERO.

So why today? Its my Birthday!! I hope no one comments "Happy Birthday" as I have been replying to most of then on FB. So great to receive so many wishes.

This birthday is extremely special as I cut my First Ever Birthday Cake. Yup. But thank god there weren't 28 candles to test my Lung Capacity. I do not know what I had wished for last year but overall I feel greatly GIFTED.

Did I say 28? Time flies. Just some years ago I felt 23 was too old. Age is a Viscious Cycle. You are still treated like a Kid by your Parents and then kids go around calling you "Ganga Aunty".

First week of October was surrounded by Golu Dolls. Second week of  October surrounded by Kids. What better way to ring in the new YEAR!!!

Baa Woof Coo..

Baa... Baaaa... Baa... Baaaa.. Baa... Baaaa

Two goats in conversation one sunny morning.

Woof woof... wuf wuf.. Woof Woof.. wuf wuf.. Woof Woof.. wuf wuf..

Rooftop dog and roadside dog exchanging dialogues late in the night.

Guy: Look here.. look here
Chick: Go away.. go away
Guy:C'mon..c'mon
Chick: Let me eat..let me eat
Guy: Don't run. don't run..
Chick: I'll fly away..i'll fly away (flies away)
Guy: Here i come.. here i come

Chick: Stop following.. stop following
Guy: No my dear.. no my dear
Chick:You all just the same.. just the same
Guy: Look at me..look at me

Chick: Wow what feathers.. what feathers
Guy: Ain't I pretty?? ain't I pretty??
Chick: Oh yes you are.. yes you are
Guy: Come my dear.. come my dear
Chick: Here I come.. here I come (and they fly away)


Cute love story of two pigeons courting on a lazy afternoon.

Welcome to Animal Planet.

Strange...

I had made this post about The Strangest Dream and after posting it was lost in thought. Something about posting it did not feel right and I was wondering whether to keep it or delete it. Damage was already done as it automatically got mailed to 10 people. That left me thinking whether anything would come out of deleting it now. Stats showed me that just 1 other person had viewed it even after 2 full days of staying hosted on my blog.

That did it. Delete.

If you are wondering what was in that post, well you missed the bus. I did play fair and let it stay for 2 full days. But in short it was a DISTURBING dream I had and felt it was too personal to be left online.

This of course is the second ever post that I had ever deleted after publishing. The previous one was about my, sorry can't reveal. It was too gross to be left online and still remains gross for re-mention.

With this I shall sum up this post as there is nothing much left to add. The days ahead are full of excitement and people, so I hope to share better experiences in the coming posts.

And then it happened!!

Once upon a time I started a blog. Though I had heard a lot about blogging, I was pretty unaware of the power and reach of the same. It seemed only like an e-diary to me, of course with the caution that it would not be a private one. Like any other novice I fumbled and wandered. I had no idea of what I was doing and the direction of it all. Then I stopped writing.

There was a time when I re-started and went ahead writing SO-CALLED short stories. The less said the better.

Again a break.

What happened after that was something simple. Found another Blogger and her regular blogging habits Inspired me to resume blogging. But this time with better vision and good guidance. I even read other blogs on How to Write a BLOG. Had to even search for blog ideas. 

What did I want to blog about?

That was the toughest question of all.

I was no great cook and therefore a cooking blog was not possible. Not a Outdoorsy person either. I am also challenged with the Camera and the less said about my Technical Knowledge the better. With all the juicy and possible choices out of the way, scratching the Brains to the last bits yielded NOTHING.

EUREKA!!!

I shall blog about nothing yet everything.

Okay that sounds illogical and stupid but a great man once said "Punch nalla iruka mattum paakanum"

With such empty words and some accidental good posts in between I realised that I have managed over 100 posts. YEAH!!!!

To me it would be the first 100. Okay I did get 100 in maths MANY times. But 100 took a lot of time and effort. Like a 100 from Dravid. Test Match innings aakum idhu.