Archive for January, 2010

The recent spate of suicides being committed by youngsters and children is alarming.

Just read another case in yesterday’s paper. A law college student jumped into a well because he could not handle the ragging by his seniors and peers.

It brings to mind this dialogue by the character of Miss Marple from the book, A Caribbean Mystery by Agatha Christie :-

“I think it’s quite natural. Life is more worth living, more full of interest when you are likely to lose it. It shouldn’t be, perhaps, but it is. When you’re young and strong and healthy, and life stretches ahead of you, living isn’t really important at all. It’s young people who commit suicide easily, out of despair from love, sometimes from sheer anxiety and worry. But old people know how valuable life is and how interesting.”

Quite true, don’t you think?

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On Parent’s trip to Pune

Last Saturday, Parents came down to Pune with bags and baby SA.

Last Saturday, I came down with an awful viral infection.

Last Saturday, I had to report for work.

Last Saturday, the twins fell ill with me.

Last Saturday was Aapa’s wedding anniversary.

Last Saturday, the BF took ill with a tummy bug.

Too many events for one day. Suffice to say, Saturday was a day of mixed emotions.

I was really kicked about seeing parents after a long gap of one year.

And also super kicked about meeting baby SA whom I had last seen as a newborn.

But I wasn’t really looking forward to sitting in a doctor’s clinic and getting meself injected with some antibiotic.

I wasn’t prepared for tending to two ill babies in my already sorry state (Did I mention that the BF was also working over the weekend??!). The problem with babies is that when they are ill, they refuse to go to anyone except their mamma. So even though the MIL and the GMIL tried to pry the twins off me, they clung on with all their might.

Anyhow, parents visited me on Saturday night. We had dinner together. It was good to see them both after such a long time. Loads of hugs and kisses were exchanged.

Baby SA has turned out to be a total stud. He looks absolutely stunning with his lovely grey eyes.  Haven’t downloaded the snaps yet. Will post his pic as soon as I download them.

Poor Bags caught the cold virus from me. She caught it real bad. Much worse than me. And being in a new place with new people, baby SA wasn’t giving her any comfort. He howled every time any one of us picked him up. He was happy only with Dad and Bags. Poor dad is suffering from severe elbow and shoulder pain after lugging around baby SA for the last 5-6 days.

We had one shopping session where mom and Bags picked up clothes for all and sundry. So we bought stuff for all the kids, mom bought suits for me, Aapa and bhabhi. She also bought adorable gold balis for her three grand-daughters and gold rings for her grand-sons. Bags bought clothes for the new-born and all the other kids. Overall, a very satisfying experience. Shopping is THE cure for all maladies, I say.

We had a wonderful get together at mom’s place. The twins and baby SA got to spend time with their cousin Mamus and Khala. Loads of Nanas and Nanis around. Loads of food, laughter, noise. Much fun for all involved 🙂

SS was terribly clingy throughout. Refusing to let me out of his sight. At times, even refusing to stay away from me. RS saved the day. She went to everyone willingly. Gave flamboyant flying kisses to anyone who asked for it. Ate from everyone’s plate and overall was declared the best behaved baby ever 😀

To say I was gushing with pride, would be an under statement. I was on cloud nice. Now if only SS had given one of his famous smiles, it would have made it all worthwhile. But I guess the poor kid was just too ill to be happy.

It was a pretty good time over all, except that I wasn’t able to spend the amount of time I would have liked to, with family. But I guess quality is better than quantity any day. So this short and sweet time with family will always be memorable 🙂

I did miss Bro and Bhabhi along with baby M. It would have been so much better if ALL of us were together. Parents, their four children and 6 grandchildren. What fun!!

Anyhow, they all left yesterday and are now back to the grind in B’lore. Am back at work. The kids are back in their home.

We all are still ill. Still coughing, sneezing and blowing noses.

But back to routine.

Dad, Mom, it was wonderful to have you here. I can’t promise when I’ll be able to drop in and visit you next. But I’ll try not to make it after a long gap like this time. I don’t want the twins treating you like stangers. You are much more to them than just their mother’s parents. I see you with baby M and baby SA and I must confess, I’m jealous. My kids are deprived of that love. I know you love them both equally, but still, its not enough for me 🙂 .

So here’s hoping to seeing you both soon.

 PS: I’m missing you already 😦

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Really Sick

We are a sick couple. Me and the BF.

No, make that, Family.

We are a sick family.

As sick as they come.

So not only am I down with the Viral, the twins are down with cold n cough and the BF is down with a tummy bug.


Just when I wanted to spend some nice time with parents (who were visiting), I had to spend it tending to kids , hubby and self.

And Oh, did I mention that I casually passed on the bug to poor bags, who is right now blowing her nose for all she’s worth?!! And she further passed it on to poor Baby SA 😦

So when we were not busy sniffling and snivelling and feeling sorry for ourselves, we were busy wiping unlimited amount of snot from our babies’ noses. (No, really, its amazing how such tiny noses and tinier nostrils can release such humongous amounts of the afore-mentioned stuff!!)

The BF has been guzzling copious amount of lemonade. The tummy bug has receded to make way for the cold bug. He started sniffling this morning.

We cut a real sorry picture.

Parents were pretty unhappy at the sight of us.

I mean, you are hale-and-hearty-in-the-pink-of-health and they aren’t here to see you.

And just when you are low, everyone lands on you and tut-tuts at how ‘the poor thing’ is unwell and some such mush.

We received about a hundred comments on our sad state and about a thousand on home remedies for the bugs. It’s surprising you know, when someone falls ill, EVERYONE around becomes a qualified doctor, spouting prescriptions at a whim.

Am guilty meself 😦

Anyhow, made a trip to the doc’s for the twins. Their cold is bad, but nothing serious, touch wood.

Am still down, but a load of work is keeping me in office today.

Parents left this morning and I now feel empty.

Of all the planning for the shopping, the night-outs, the dinners, I fulfilled not even one.

And now they aren’t here.

For sure I’ll be getting well soon this weekend, but no way can I make up for the loss of this time.

I guess, such is life

It sucks. 😐  .

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Am back!!


Am back, people!!

Its been an awfully hectic weekend plus a few days.

Loads to post about.

But gotta get back to work first.

Will keep ya’ll updated pretty soon.

Much love till then.

Be good 🙂

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Note : This is NOT a book review.

Ever come across a book whose words tear at your heart?
Give you a lump in the throat the size of a fist and leave you with eyes stinging with unshed tears?
Am reading one such book.
“A Thousand Splendid Suns”, By Khaled Hosseini.
There is so much pain and anguish involved in the narration, and yet, I’m unable to put it down.
Maybe its the lingering optimism that while flipping through  the pages, I might just get a chance to see some hope for the protagonists. Some ray of happiness and joy.
It’s this hope that has me glued to the book.
I woke up at 1AM last night to read it. Because I just HAD to know what comes next.
The last time I felt like this was when I read “The Kite Runner”, by the same author.
How can someone write so fluidly, using such simple words and expressing such profound emotions?!!
On another note, the book makes me realize how the folly of a few people is  a punishment for the entire nation. Or an entire religion.
The Soviets tried to capture Afghanistan, and the so-called Mujahideen (young Afghani men who undertook their pledge to get rid of the Soviets) fought valiant battles against the mighty Russia. Afghanistan, like India, is divided into many factions, many small sects and ethnic groups.
It’s these ethnic groups who fought against each other after the exit of Soviets, to gain authority over Afghanistan.
And thats what gave rise to the ‘Taliban’.
A word, that is till today , misunderstood for Islam.
People around the world think that the Taliban is synonymous with Islam.
Whereas , it’s just the opposite.
A few mislead men wrecked havoc in the name of Quran, established rules on the Sharia and carried out innumerable atrocities on men and women.
And God knows that what they carry out is anything but the word of Allah.
Yet, people around the world assume that this is what Islam is all about.
Somewhere, the book enlightens the fact that the people implementing these so-called rules on the Sharia are the worst offenders themselves.
The rules are separate for them, since they are the rule-makers.
So its ok for men to leer lecherously at women, but women have to be kept covered all the time.
It’s ok for them to loot and plunder, but local people are punished for trying to steal food.

It’s ok for them to kill in the name of Islam, to torture , to maim innocents.

You got to read it to feel the impact.

Am just totally shaken up by this book.

Will be finishing it today…hopefully, it’ll end on a happy note  🙂 (am a sucker for happy endings…can’t stand books that end in despair)

Till then,

Ciao 🙂

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Cubicle capers

All in the field of Info. Tech. must have had some or the other fond memories of their cubicles.

I have changed about 2-3 companies by now and innumerable seating locations.

Met some amazing cubicle mates and some not-so-great ones too.

BUT , the one and only cubicle , which is still close to my heart, which I still miss, is cubicle C-15.

It was in my current company when I had first joined it (yes, I’m one of those useless people, who quit a company.And then rejoin it again. Not just once, but THREE times!!).

It was in C-15 that I spent some of the best time with some of my best friends (I refuse to just call them colleagues. They are far more important than that!!) There were three of us who were permanent members, me , Salil (Sallu) and Shripad (kaka).

The remaining locations were shared by many other people. Amit, Shweta, Srihari, Shailesh, Mrunalini and Prabha Tai ( We had these really large spacious cubicles and when the team strength grew and seating locations became limited, the management took the wise(?) decision of adding another workstation to the cubicle. So we then had  5-seater cubicles).

Me and Sallu used to discuss practically everything under the sun. Shripad would then chip in with his valuable comments. We had our pre-defined roles. I was the vocal-feminist-at-large. Sallu was the funny-guy. And Kaka was the wise man who would solemnly spout a line and have us all in splits, practically falling out of our chairs 🙂 . There were times, we used to laugh out so loud that we got shush-ed by people in cubicles across the work hall.

Early on, Srihari was a member of an all-girls cubicle. This guy used to put on his head-phones in the morning and immerse himself in his work. We rarely ever got a word out of him. So when Amit left our cubicle, we urged Srihari to come and join us. And boy, were we glad that we did!!

Srihari was the fountain of wisdom. He would break down our arguments in his cool methodical way. There was this regular activity we had. All of us would be working hard on our machines. Suddenly, Sallu would pass a comment. It would rankle me and I’d retort back on it. Kaka would add in his thoughtful one-liner. Srihari would contradict me. And within minutes, all four of us would be in deep discussion, our backs to our machines and debating on the issue at hand.

So profound were our arguments that it drew people from the other cubicles. People flocked to our location to see who wins the debate. Kaka, usually used to side with Srihari. Sallu would be the third angle of the debate. Shweta would ALWAYS agree with me. Simply because we are girls 😀 (this used to rankle Sallu BIG time 🙂 ).

Kaka and me used to mostly discuss on philosophy and spirituality. With Sallu, it was mostly about sharing a pun, or coming up with witty one-liners. Srihari, as I mentioned before, was the real leader-of-sorts of the group. Sometimes intiating topics just to see our reaction or arguments.

Aahh …Those were fun days indeed.

Apart from the talks, we were also the most resourceful. I had a fruit basket on my desk. People were free to help themselves to fruits whenever they felt hungry. We had a jar of saunf, fruit squash in little bottles, loads of tissue papers. We also had squeezy balls to play with. Sallu had his fitness equipment (those hand-held thingies (looking like a large iron spring coil with the two ends bent and covered with the plastic handle)  which you squeeze with all your might to strengthen the wrist and fingers). It is a testimony to Sallu’s strength that he actually broke those things in two. With a casual flex of his fingers 😐 . We didn’t dare take any panga with him after that!!!

We were like the proverbial flowers which draw the bees to them. I don’t remember any instance of any of us visiting other friends in different cubicles. All of them came to us. Though me, Sallu and Kaka were more or less the permanent members, there was a lot of demand for the fourth and fifth location. We had immense fun with whoever came in. Because invariably, the new-comer would imbibe the vibes from us :). Alas, my only regret is that Prabha Tai joined the cubicle after I left.

But whenever I think of good times, I can’t help but think of C-15. I may not have been able to express myself completely . There are many instances, fun times, which I don’t have the right words to express in. I think it was best described by Sallu in this post.

While in Bangalore, the company there did not have 4-seater cubicles. It was more open-plan with two people sharing a side. Sharath was with me those days. It could have been fun if only we didn’t have the Project Manager sitting right behind us!!

I came back to Pune and rejoined my company. I got the chance to share a cubicle with three bigots. Guys who didn’t hesitate to call me a ‘Pakistani’ on my face. Who didn’t blink their eyes when asking me whether I celebrated Pakistan’s win in a cricket match against India!!

Well, well, it takes all kinds  to make this world, I guess.

I moved through many cubicles after that. In different work locations. It was fun most of the time. But that spark which was there in C-15, was missing.

Even now, I try and search for it . Try and interact with my cubicle mates to get at least a whiff of that essence. Searching for Sallu, Kaka and Srihari in my current cubicle mates.

Sometimes, it feels futile.  

It may just be that all of us in C-15 were meant to be there. To get together our different personalities, idiosyncracies and nuttiness to make that time special. Make it worth remembering.

I dedicate this post to all my friends who have shared their space with me. To all the good times we had together and the bad.

Here’s to friendship, wherever we go. (Clink)

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Once in a while….

 ….it is good to spend some time with your partner.

Wake up early and spend time together with the kids.

Have breakfast together. Listen to his funny tales. Laugh out loud at the insanity of it all.

Take the partner on a drive on your scooty.

Hear him passing awful comments on your driving skills. Forgive him.

Hear him commenting on your short stature. Rebuke him. Add a few curses for good measure. Hear him laugh out heartily.

Listen to him describing his dream from last night. Share a joke.

Feel his hands on your waist. Feel loved and secure. Try not to let the speedometer reflect your sentiments.

Visit a relative. Do the usual coochie-coo over the new-born. Recollect the days when we held our own.

Get back to the bike. Ignore partner’s rude comments on the bike and its driver.

Skid to a halt near a vada-pav joint. Munch on some yummy vada-pavs together. Mumble inane stuff about the rising costs of food.

Drop partner where he can get an auto/bus to his office.

Zoom off towards own office.

And then sit and wonder why we don’t have more days like these !!!

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Here SHE is……

………The latest entrant to the brood.

Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together to welcome Ms.BABY!!!

(Drum rolll…….)


The elder sister has finally delivered the much awaited package. At around 4pm this evening.

The parcel weighs approximately 3kgs in weight and is of delicate composition. To be handled very VERY carefully.

Though the service was very poor (don’t even get me started on the delay!!), the end result was TOTALLY worth it!!

He He.

Jokes apart, the munchkin hasn’t been named yet, thats simply because no-one has bothered to ask me yet.

As the youngest Khala, I’ll impose my authority for the nomenclature asap.

Ages ago, Aapa had once mentioned that if she ever has a daughter, she’ll name her “Tazain” ( Isn’t it a pretty name?)

Not sure if Aps even remembers it now.

But i’ll surely remind her of this.

In case she doesn’t like it, my list is ready 🙂

Anyhow, please send in your blessings for the second-time-momma and her bonny baby.

G’night for now folks.

Much love to all 🙂 .


PS:- RS and SS ADORE babies. Its just too sad that BOTH of them are suffering from a bad cold. Can’t risk the newbie, can I?

Introductions will have to wait 😦


PPS: If you are tsk-tsking over the poor picture quality, let me state that the pics were taken from my ever-reliable Nokia 3230.

Not everyone travels with a Canon around their necks, do they?!!!

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Not quite right!!

I’m a B-I-G fan of HHC. And no day is complete without me checking out their latest fasion updates.

And just today, I came across a snap of Sridevi (walking the runway for Queenie Dhody’s jewellery collection) in a Herve Leger gown (Now don’t ask me what brand is that, coz frankly, I have no clue!!)


Neck-up, she looks gorgeous.

Its the neck-down part that has me worried.

Now seriously, is she really that busty?? (On an aside, are they even real??)

If yes, then isn’t she suffocating big time in that stiffling gown??

For a woman who is on the wrong side of forty, she surely carries herself well.

I mean, considering she has two children, she doesn’t have much of a tummy, unlike *ahem* some people I know!

She must have worked hard on getting back into shape.

Though, the gown seems to do little to compliment it 😦

Ahh…to be rich and famous!!

To have the money to correct that broad nose, to tuck in those slack jaws, to enhance that bust or get the derrière in shape.

If one could end up looking as lovely, then why not?!!!

But then, you could also end up looking like this :-

Rakhi Sawant


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Note : This is NOT a book review.

I must have read the book “A prisoner of birth” about 3 times now.
And each time, I love the way it ends. With justice delayed, but not denied.
If I was younger, I would have fallen in love with the character of Daniel Cartwright.
But not now. Because however enchanting the narration and story, it is difficult to belive that something like that could also happen in real life.
Though from an impoverished background, Danny has the intelligence and skill to achieve in 2 years what he wasn’t able to do his whole life. Get an education.
Beth Wilson, his fiancée, is so devoted, it almost hurts.
Fate deals them a rotten blow, but they are redeemed at the end.
Good story, that. Read it when you get the chance.

I couldn’t help recollecting this story yesterday, when some distant relatives had come visiting.
These people had faced a lot of hardships in life and it’s just now that they were breaking even. Things were settling down and they were now able to provide for their children. The lady in question was one of five siblings. Their parents did everything to provide for them within their meagre income. Education was luxury which couldn’t be afforded after a time.

All this made me realize, that they were the real prisoners of their birth. Tied down to the life that fate has destined for them.
Think about it. We (the people who can afford a net connection) are born into households which provide for us. Many of us may not even know what a struggle it is to be deprived of food, of clothing, of a shelter over our heads.
It is fate that I was born in a loving family. I could just have been born to the house of a labourer and would have been none the wiser.
We lament on not being able to afford a new house or new furniture. The new Television set or the video game.
Don’t we take too much for granted?? The right to actually, feel bad about not being able to afford a luxury.

Isn’t it a boon enough that we don’t have to struggle for the basics?

There are many people who have struggled through life to give their children the best they can. My parents have.
I haven’t.
Not yet.

But I know that I wouldn’t like to compete. It’s always a loss-loss situation.
People who want to give their kids the world, are welcome to go ahead and do so.
I can ony give my kids a good education.

After all, isn’t that what helps Danny Cartwright in the end?

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