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Thanks to you all, I have finally managed to collect the required documents for my passport. Hopefully, I’ll get a submission date sometime this week and after that, all is in Allah’s hands πŸ™‚ . I think I’ve been jinxed enough already. Every time I get one step closer to joining the BF, something or the other pulls me back two steps! BTW, have I mentioned that I finally got my visa? Well, I did, after a horrendous wait of 10 months! There are many other factorsΒ  which will decode whether I finally get to join him or not! Keeping fingers crossed…….the twins are so, SO keen to see the snow…and hopefully (inshaAllah), we’ll fulfill their wish this winter πŸ˜‰

Else, I’ll just hand then both a cube of ice 😐


I had to get my photograph taken this weekend for the passport submission. The neighborhood Kodak store came to the rescue and the fellow assured me that I’ll get good quality prints in an hour. Well enough, I said, as I sat demurely in front of a white curtain. A look at the mirror in front of me had me a little worried. For the last few weeks, I have been suffering a severe facial allergy which has left me with some horrible red/brown rashes. The marks were still there 😦

The photographer took a couple of snaps and asked me to select the one which I wanted to get printed. I selected the least offensive one and went my way. Later that evening, I collected the snaps and came back home. Going through the snaps, I realized that , man! I still look good πŸ˜€

But hey, wait an effing minute? Is that my snap?? Well…it did seem so.

Then, why did it look so different?? I mean, it was me, but it was somehow not me? Got what I’m saying?!

And then, with a bang, it hit me – The photographer Photoshopped me 😐 !!

There was distinct airbrushing around the cheeks and nose which gave me a smooth , blemish-free alabaster skin tone! I’m not sure whether to be flattered that I have such a lovely snap of myself (which will eventually go into my passport) or be appalled that the guy took the liberty to Photoshop me without my consent 😐 !! Did I really look that bad in person?!!

Truly torn 😐


The house-help snapped!

Not at me, or at any of her employers. She finally snapped at her husband.

This maid (lets call her L )has been with us for the last 5 years. She is a gentle soul and like all gentle souls, she was subject to inhuman levels of physical violence and torture by her husband. In her words, its not just his drinking habit which is at fault, it is his mental instability which is the root cause of his illness. She had him treated many times, even got him admitted with a psychiatrist, but there was no luck. She suffered his wrath because he was ‘ill’ and like a good dutiful wife, it was her duty to stick by him. Though we begged her to leave him and move out with her children, she was afraid of what ‘people will say’ and refused to do so.

Anyhow, last week, for the first time in her life, she raised her hand at him. Beat him with a broom, she confessed. For a long time now, I’ve been goading her to fight back, to not take his violence sitting down, to think of the repercussions of the discord on her children (who are blessedly boys and above 15 years of age). The husband did not take the broom-hit lying down either. He threatened to kill her and her children . That was enough for her to snap . She has complained to a local women’s group about him, logged a police complaint and even told him that she will be leaving the house. He, in turn told her that he is ready to leave himself, provided she shell out money for his everyday food and drinking πŸ™„ .

Obviously, the lady is so ticked off that she wants him to rot in his house πŸ˜€ . Sometime this week, she will look out for a new accommodation for herself and her sons and move out for good.

I’m really happy for her, for her being able to finally take a stand , to open her eyes and realize that a husband who is less of a man is no ‘pati-parmeshwar’ she has to suffer for life.

Send your good wishes her way please….she needs all the good vibes for the difficult task of breaking free πŸ™‚


Antibiotics make me crazy!

Am on a dose of heavy-duty antibiotics for an infection I ignored earlier and which is now rather severe (What?!! Can’t the educated be stupid for a change?!). So the dosage is rather high and it is doing strange things to me (besides killing the bad bacteria inside me). I’m woozy, have difficulty keeping my eye-lids open, though I’m in complete control of my mind and I think I know how Pinocchio must have felt with his wooden body.

Antibiotics bring out empathy. Must note that one!

Its tough typing out this post with only one eye open at a time. This line is courtesy the right one. The top para was by the left.

The meds have also given me the patience of gun-powder. So just don’t ask me how I am…most likely I will bite your head off first and then spit out the remains to figure out what exactly it was that you asked about.

So yeah, Antibiotics make me crazy. Very crazy.



Why do children turn to gold in the night? And then turn right back into the devils in the day-time?

I was feeling rather low last night, the above antibiotics were kicking in with a frenzy and my inner turmoil was buzzing loud and clear in my ears. The twins were a tad upset to see me so distraught, so they did the best they could. Snuggling up to me, they put their little arms around me and muttered the sincerest promises they could come up with.

“Mumma, we will never do any masti again”.

“Mumma, we will always listen to you”.

Hum kabhi bhi zidd nahin karenge“.

“Mumma, always aapki baat sunenge“.

“I will never ask for anything”.

“We will be happy with what you give us”.

I think I passed out even as they kept cooing their vows into my ears.

This morning, I think I’m the only one who remembered them vows. The kids were back to being the brats they are.

“I DON’T want to get up”, yells Lui from under the covers.

“I want Pediasure in my milk. Why did you add Bournvita”, howls Shobby.

“Mumma, please don’t go to office today”, begs Lui.

“I want to talk to Abbu RIGHT NOW”,Β  demands Shobby.

And life is back on the regular track !


So, how is the week kicking off for you?!

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You Know………

…that you will always be needed, when,

your loudmouth, all-knowing, sassy daughter finds comfort in your arms during a bout of illness in the night. All the years seem to melt into that one moment when you held her as a baby, rocking her gently as she sleeps. She may usurp my role most of the time, but for the rest, I’m still needed πŸ™‚

….that you will always be a gloating mother when,

your children speak with impeccable courtesy in front of guests/other people and they start gushing about how well-mannered they are πŸ™‚

….that you are in a different generation zone when,

you discuss about the benefits of drinking water with a young colleague, casually mention that Milind Soman suggests drinking a sip of water every 15-minutes and she gently cocks her head, raises an eyebrow and asks, “Umm….Who’s Milind Soman?”

Milind Soman“, you insist, “The Super model!”

She looks blank.

“Tuff shoes??”

No luck!

“Made in India??”



You look up in horror, not at her ignorance, but at the realization that today’s generation has no clue about the hottest man of our times. That indeed, our time was so far back!!

…that you are still a young girl at heart when,

Your husband sends lovey-dovey messages in the middle of the night and even from the deepest slumber, you hear the slight ping of the message, check it out and giggle with exuberance of a 15-year old πŸ™‚

…that you are deeply loved when,

you little boy puts his tiny arms around your neck, nuzzles up to you and mutters that he will ALWAYS be there for me and take care of me, all this when I’m deeply engrossed in thoughts about the BF!

…that you have crossed an invisible age-line when,

songs from the popular FM band don’t register in your head. You know some music is playing, but you realize that an entire program went by and you cant recollect even a single number from it! Also, you quickly switch over to 101FM and delve into the pleasure of decades old Rafi/Kishore songs.

…that you have gained a few more inches in the middle when,

that shalwar of your starts climbing up your ankles. HATE  the ankle-climb 😐


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As the title denotes, this isn’t a concrete post (Dunno when was the last time I wrote a serious ‘topic’ based post 😐 ) but more of the little things that are happening around me.

To begin with, when I came in to my office this morning, my machine wouldn’t recognize me. Did I type in a wrong id? No. Did I type in a wrong password? Heck, No!

I simplycouldn’t login to my machineΒ  😦

Plenty of calls to the sys-admins and a few hours later, I could finally access my machine and my mails. It seems that my machine had ‘somehow’ gone off the office domain and couldn’t be identified. Talk about walking off into the sunset without a backward glance 😐

Anyhow, my machine was roped back in and I’m now thankfully looking at my blog (I love it πŸ™‚ )and my inbox (empty as usual. Sigh. WHY don’t I ever get mails, huh?!!)

…..work life is back on track πŸ™‚


Took the train quite late, but I finally have a new smartphone, the latest Samsung Galaxy S4 Mini. Its quite pretty and lightweight and does everything but make me a cup of morning tea! 😐 . As long as I can reach the BF 24×7 on video calls, I’m not complaining. Plus, I can also publish posts from it (it’ll take some time though, proof being my previous post). I just need to trim my fingers into fine tapers so that 3 letters don’t get typed when I supposedly hit one.

Cousins and relatives are taking turns, introducing me to WhatsApp and every other conceivable app that exists in the play stores. Thanks people, but I really don’t think I’ll be using even half the features listed for the device 😐

I do have a few games installed, but they have all been hidden from view. I’ve never let the twins use any of my previous phones , except to talk to people. With the smartphone too, they’ve kept their distance once I told them that it was solely for my official use and NOT for their time-pass. The twins, bless them lord, have not asked me for it even once. They do feel upset when “other kids get to play on their mother’s phone”. I feel bad too, but then, rules are rules. They are usually upset for a few minutes after which both are back to playing with each other.

Not sure how long this charade will work though 😦

Right now, my kids have no clue how to unlock a phone. Shobby knows that sliding a finger across the screen will get it to work, but he doesn’t know that he needs a press a tiny button at the side to get the screen active πŸ˜€ . I’ve never shown them how its done and am glad that their ignorance persists πŸ™‚ .


I also have a new bike now, the Access 125. My TVS Scooty had the proverbial one wheel in the grave and another on a banana peel kind of situation.Β  It still runs fine, except that for some reason, it tends to veer towards the left and would probably go in a circle if I don’t steer it back to position. It was pretty trying, overall. Hence the new bike. I haven’t got the registration number for it yet so I’m not using it. But every time I see it standing tall and proud in the parking, my heart soars πŸ˜€


Pretty soon,Β  I’ll be working from another client side office, this one would be around 15-16 Kms from my place (This would be my second “local” onsite πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ ). Not liking the idea one bit, but the only other option was to get a project in another office location which is around 26km fromΒ  my place. I chose the lesser devil 😦

The clients have a bus service which would come for pick-up at 8AM. The twins leave at 8:30AM. So now, not only do I have to get up earlier and wake up the twins and get them ready, I also have to worry about the 30 mins they’ll be spending at home before the MIL herds them to their school van. My worry is that the two will most likely go back to sleep wearing their school uniforms (ironed with great difficulty by me!) .Β  The MIL has reassured that she’ll make sure they catch their van in time πŸ™‚

The plus point is that I’ll have an hour’s idle time in the bus. Precisely the reason why I opted for the smartphone. Will be using the morning hour for a blog post πŸ™‚


Dad, Mom, Bhabhi and Little M are in town πŸ™‚

We had a get-together at home yesterday and the twins had a blast. Aapa was there with her two kids and together the five of them turned my house upside down πŸ™‚ .Β  The best part is that we totally ignored the kids and let them entertain themselves. OnceΒ  Shobby taught the others how to rock a Hula Hoop, they were all occupied for nearly and hour, taking turns and improvising πŸ™‚

We made Biryani and Sheer-kurma, the typical Eid menu, only because none of them were here during Eid time. For some unknown reason, I also made my chilly chicken specialty which was well received πŸ™‚ . I was standing in the kitchen the whole time and believe me, by night time, my knees felt like bricks!

But it was all worth it, because nothing beats getting to spend time with loved ones, isn’t it?!


Thats all for now folks, there’s more to write about but plenty of work to catch up on too. See ya tomorrow πŸ™‚

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Its one of those days you know, your mind is so full of thoughts, all varied and mixed and you just want to vent them out because really, you want something new to think about.

You don’t?

Oh well, must be only me then πŸ˜€

Anyhow, so one of the things I was wondering about was ….why do schools ask pre-schoolers to get project charts when it is immensely clear that the kids have no hand in making them in the first place? What kind of pleasure do the teachers get out of making parents feel like a school kid all over again? I thought I had left that life far far behind…..alas, it comes a rude shock when IΒ  have to prepare a chart on “Taste Buds on our Tongue” for Shobby one week and “Lifecycle of a Butterfly” for Lui the next. It doesn’t help that their diaries say that the said chart has to be sent ‘tomorrow’.Β  Reaching home late from office, imagine my plight as I rush to buy the supplies and then spend hours preparing them charts, that is , after feeding the kids, having dinner, ironing their clothes and mine for the next day and giving the kids their milk and putting them to sleep. Since I reach home around 8:30 pm, guess what time I finally finish those charts?

Anyhow, have a look at the fruits of my labor from last week :-

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For a midnight effort, it isn’t bad, but it could have been better if I had more time 😦

PS: It was fun to dabble with the sketch pens and crayons after ages πŸ˜€

PPPS : I forgot to take the snaps of “Tastebuds on our Tongue” chart while I was making it. I forgot about it once again, after going to the school 😦


You know whats the best channel for wholesome music on radio:

Akash Vaani (not the movie,the Vividh Bharti Prasaran).

I’ve been listening to the radio lately (for the last month, since the BF is away) and I’ve come to the conclusion that – Commercial channels cheat us terribly. I have a string of voes against them, because –

  • Β Β  they play the same set of songs, in different sequences, every 2-3 hours.
  • Β Β  they snip off sections of songs(to make them shorter), so that if you are lip syncing to it and voice the next lyric, you’ll find that the singer has jumped to the last lyric of the song. Pretty disconcerting, I must say. Also, there are times when the advertisements run for ages and finally, finally a song plays thats your favourite….and BAM!!! It is abruptly stopped because that particular show’s time is over. Aarrggghh!!!
  • Β  steal song time and bombard us with advertisements. Favourite ads running in Pune are the ones related to –

i)Β Β Β  Property/Construction/Websites selling property
ii)Β Β  Insurance/ policies
iii)Β  Gujrat tourism
Frankly,Β  I didn’t mind the Ads earlier, but as my listening time increased, I realized just how much we are bombarded with property news. As for the insurance ones, believe me, they are puke-inducing 😐 . A precocious little girl’s voice asks her father if she is eligible for a particular policy whichΒ  gives a gazillion returns on terms that the girl surely has no idea about. The ‘father’ proudly claims that the little girl is indeed eligible.


Wouldn’t it have been better if he’d confessed that he had already bought her the policy?? You lead a little kid on to believing that the particular policy is the answer to all her problems and then leave it at that? Who’s gonna purchase that effing policy, you dodo?!

Coming to Gujrat Tourism, aggressive marketing barely covers it. I’m almost convinced there is only one other state in India (other than Maharashtra). It is a little baffling to see how all the other states are mute in terms of their state’s tourism. Why the silence guys?? You don’t want people coming over to your place?

The Gujrat Tourism ads (in Amitabh Bachchan’s voice) were rather interesting earlier. They are just irritating now. If I hear a GT ad 6-7 times in a 30 min period anymore, I’m surely gonna be put off that place forever 😦 . Being aggressive is one thing and being a pain-in-the-ears is another. I think the Gujrat Govt just went overboard towards the latter.

I think Vivid Bharti does a much better job. Each program is well defined. You get songs from all the ages, not just the current hot numbers. There are limited adverts and within a span of 30 minutes, we get to hear 8-10 songs, unlike other channels which play 10 songs in an hour!!

So yeah, switch to 101.00 Mhz, I say. Its the safest bet where music is concerned πŸ™‚


We’re getting some woodwork done in the house lately, making a few cabinets, cupboards ,etc. I think its been going on for simply ages ! It doesn’t help that –

a) we are all away at work and the carpenter turns up only after the in-laws get back home

b) our carpenter prefers working alone 😦

I think I’m severely ticked off with the sawdust now……if we aren’t busy inhaling it, we are busy wiping off a hundred surfaces coated with it 😦 . Its everywhere!! Even in my bedroom which is the farthest from the kitchen (for which the work is going on !)

To top it, our carps got an attitude to get on anyone’s nerves. He doesn’t talk much. Mumbles most of the time. Asks for suggestions, confirms a zillion times and then does what he feels is right.

We’re all just counting the days till we finally bid goodbye to him 😐


Its appraisal time in office once again! I’ve been contemplating what to enter in the self-appraisal section. Whatever I enter wouldn’t make an iota of difference because I’ll be on sabbatical when the actual promotions will be announced. Obviously, people on long leaves are never promoted. Fact of life 😐


But what needs to be done, needs to be done. I gotta finish this activity by tomorrow.

Could you guess I’m just not into the mood to do it?

Yeah well…..such is life!


I just got a call that my best friend got married. Yipppeee πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

*doing a jig in my cube*

Given all that she went through, I’m glad she finally took that step!

Seriously darling…you deserve a separate post all to yourself..and I promise that I will do one for you. But for now, I HAVE to mention it, because I’m just so darn happy πŸ˜€

Happy marriage day πŸ™‚

I’ll remember it ALWAYS because it falls on the day after my parent’s wedding anniversary.

Oooohhh!!! I’m SO Happy πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚



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