Almost Single! Witty, Tongue in cheek and Entertaining... not to forget that it speaks the story of most girls going through a "Quarter Life Crisis" or simply put - issues with being single and over 25 years old. I believe its the most amazing phase of life one could be in. No two days are similar, there is too much activity happening be it personal, mundane daily routines or the rollercoaster to work and back.
Most Indian parents, ok lets be specific Mom's are looking to get their daughters hitched and that seems to be No.1 on their agenda while the very thought of marriage seems distant to this metrolicious independent girl who wants to learn, earn and then churn the dosh by the minute to splurge on worldly pleasures. Home for the savers and routine visits to the salon and spa for the pompous wannabes.
Friday, 27 June 2008
Sunday, 22 June 2008
Sunday Morning...
I was sipping on my hot cup of tea and enjoying the whiff of aroma rising with the vapours from my mug, the cold breeze woke me up from my trance and amidst all this... I was trying to get a glimpse of the Sunday newspaper my mom was reading. I wouldnt dare read over her shoulder trying to remember my manners! I couldnt wait to get my hands on the paper to read it but had to wait patiently.
I was trying to be busy...My eyes were trying to grasp eveything it saw in one gaze about myself.... garden chairs, shrubs, ashoka trees, flowers on the frangipani tree, the droopy gooseberry tree, the thatch of the gazebo, a koel whose call was so loud that it seemed like it was hooting instead & squirrels running helter skelter in our garden. I slowly got closer to seeing things by me and found our fawn labrador sitting in a very comfortable posture and staring into oblivion. Those beady eyes seemed like they were trying to see something I couldnt. She made me wonder what a dogs life must seem like. One word I think that describes it is "monotonous". Did she know there existed a world where people went to work, had to earn money to get food?
We adopted her from my sister's friend who was going abroad to study. It has been over an year and she seems to be more human than canine. You speak to her in simple english and you will see a host of expressions. In one such instance a couple of days ago...the madame picks up edible trash from the organic pit in the garden and brings it into the house and was caught nibbling on it. Nonetheless she got her share of wise talk and she sulked for a while. Dad came home in the evening and heard of her interesting feat and taunted her. And what would you expect??
She walks away into the bedroom as though she has been defamed and my dad commented... "well if she knew how to do it - she'd have banged the door on our face too!". Ha ha! At times she nods her head from side to side and has wrinkles on her forehead as though she is confused! She surprises me!
Well for starters... She is called "Gia".
I was trying to be busy...My eyes were trying to grasp eveything it saw in one gaze about myself.... garden chairs, shrubs, ashoka trees, flowers on the frangipani tree, the droopy gooseberry tree, the thatch of the gazebo, a koel whose call was so loud that it seemed like it was hooting instead & squirrels running helter skelter in our garden. I slowly got closer to seeing things by me and found our fawn labrador sitting in a very comfortable posture and staring into oblivion. Those beady eyes seemed like they were trying to see something I couldnt. She made me wonder what a dogs life must seem like. One word I think that describes it is "monotonous". Did she know there existed a world where people went to work, had to earn money to get food?
We adopted her from my sister's friend who was going abroad to study. It has been over an year and she seems to be more human than canine. You speak to her in simple english and you will see a host of expressions. In one such instance a couple of days ago...the madame picks up edible trash from the organic pit in the garden and brings it into the house and was caught nibbling on it. Nonetheless she got her share of wise talk and she sulked for a while. Dad came home in the evening and heard of her interesting feat and taunted her. And what would you expect??
She walks away into the bedroom as though she has been defamed and my dad commented... "well if she knew how to do it - she'd have banged the door on our face too!". Ha ha! At times she nods her head from side to side and has wrinkles on her forehead as though she is confused! She surprises me!
Well for starters... She is called "Gia".
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Book Review: The Bridges Of Madison County
A friend happened to give me this book a couple of weeks ago. Somehow I kept it pending until yesterday night, when I picked it up and finished reading the book in one go. 171 pages, not too much but a plethora of meanings Robert James Waller has brought forward. Life doesnt seem as simple anymore. If he could write this in the eighties there is so much more happening today.
The premise of the story is feeling for someone else when you have found the love of your life. Emotions are complicated. Period. And these complications arose out of love? Strange but true. Robert Kincaid - Married, divorced...met someone on a photo shoot reccee and fell in love over night? Had Francesca Johnson been unmarried she would not have thought twice about getting into his Chevorlet pickup truck. What held her back? Marriage? Kids? I wonder what someone - man/woman would do today, where love rarely or never happens on first sight. There are too many logical and practical people out there who would view every action and emotion with a magnifying glass. Everyone is looking for some sort of perfection. And this classifies the shallow from the so called broadminded. How long it will last - Questionable.
A few lines from the preface in the book.... "I am confident you will experience what I have experienced. In the different spaces of your heart, you may even find, as Francesca Johnson did, room to dance again." RJ Waller.
Monday, 16 June 2008
I'm back...!
I was introduced to the world of blogging in February 2008. Two posts and a couple of comments down the line I wasnt sure if I were writing for people to understand it or to explore myself better. A few months have passed, a few books, people, places and experiences have gone by...So here I am back again in blogland living it up to myself. Being, feeling and expressing what is "as is".
What's on my desktop?...the picture was taken in Melbourne by a friend who was on work there for 3 months! Yes, I am jealous! I could have lived a lifetime amidst such beauty! One of my favourite flowers... the royal..."Orchid"
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