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Learning to be lady-like

Some pointers for me...hinted by my well-wishers 1)Brushing my hair at least twice or thrice in a day 2)Avoid wearing wrinkled clothes and mis-matched payjamas (Ooops, Salwars or chudidars and something called legging is 'in'. Payjamas is so downmarket, snigger the polite ladies) 3)How about trying to sit with knees pressed together for 10 minutes in a day instead of split wide open? (Am trying. No luck, so far) 4)How about....ahem ahem...manicure and pedicure? (What's that supposed to mean?) 5)A touch of lipstick... (Eeeeeeeew... run for my dear life) 6)Waxing hands and... (It's too hot, I yell. And cold wax is too....icky) 7)Avoid walking with a heavy tread (Is the construction so shaky that it will collapse at my …....kg weight) 8)Greeting others politely ( I thought backslapping established instant camaraderie) 9)Talking in a low, soft tone. (I CAN'T HEAR YOU) 10)No picking nose. Why not carry a daintily embroidered hanky to blow your nose into?(Got

Dear Lucy...

Dear Lucy, Where would I be without you? You are a real friend...ensuring that I munch less on chips and run around and also exercise my vocal chords once in a while. I do find it irritating when every time you see something edible in my hands, you make a rush at me, pawing and clawing. No amount of squealing, shouting or thumping works. You are really very determined. On most occasions I have to give up bakarwadi (something which I really like) or chocolates and see you falling upon it greedily. You give it one final lick, and look up at me again hoping that I will oblige with some more. That doesn't really happen. Sometimes when you are out in the garden, barking your head off, I manage to sneak in few bakarwadis and chocolates. I feel so happy! Guilt pleasure! And, the fact that I outwitted you also adds to my happiness. Sometimes I feel sad at having snacked behind your back, so I offer you some biscuits and watch you gobble them up. When I'm in a really generous mood,

German Bakery

The day after German Bakery blast, I got calls from friends in Delhi to check if I was safe. I was 'safe' and 'insulated' from the happening too. "Yeah...yeah I am okay. It's not near my place." There was and still is the disconnect with the blast. Maybe I have got too cynical and fatalist. "If I have to die, then I will die." Sounds cruel perhaps. But life has not been any different for a decade or so. The first time I really shuddered at the dastardly act, and killing of innocents was the 1993 serial blasts which rocked Bombay/Mumbai. I was 11 or 12 and I can recall and even feel the tensed atmosphere and people watching their backs. After that, I think one sorta gets used to such killings - as long as its not me. Perhaps the terrorists have succeeded. They have succeeded in benumbing the humane feelings and also the cry for justice. Past reports have shown that none of the terrorists or the brain behind the plan or the mastermind, as they

Harishchandrachi Factory

I saw the movie 'harishchandrachi factory' a couple of days back. My verdict......ummmmm Not all that great. I think the movie, which was meant as a tribute to Dadasaheb Phalke, the Father of Indian Cinema, has been trivialised. The foresight, the persistence of the man and the support of his family doesn't really come through. The director's (Paresh Mokashi) attempt to show the trials and errors, the tribulations his family goes through in a light-hearted manner (perhaps the word is 'humourous')falls flat. There are blunders too. How could a brown-skinned native sit along with the Brits and watch a motion picture? In 1911? Didn't the Brits have notice board on most of the public establishments - Indians and Dogs Not Allowed. The characters too are not 'developed'. They are mere caricatures, their roles/contribution in the life of Phalke not fully explored. I wish they would have shown more of the man, Abdullah, the inn-keeper (hotelier/restaur

From Venus

This is something which I wrote sometime back --- I was never good at Science, so this concept of 'Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus' never made sense to me. Why talk about planetary influences when living on ground...(earth). I didn't think it was a big deal. Now, that I am four months into marriage, the distinction is slowly becoming clear to me. I arrived at this conclusion after some 'minor' glitches, which according to my husband were 'blunders'. Talk of opposite poles attracting – I don't know ABC of cars and their body parts. I mistook fan belt for conveyor belt and the mention of BMW motorcycle set me thinking. I had heard of BMW cars, but what so special about this motorcycle? Then 'Mars' decided that it was time 'Venus' was given some lessons in cars, motorcycles and their engineering – how a two engine powered BMW motorcycle was the best and very rare and is the best example of..... I am not sure if I can recall

First steps

Hi! I always have a had a lot to say and write. This is just a different medium. Hope it works for me.