Some days…

Some days, you are The Universe's puppet. You wake up slouchy. The alarm fails you. The coffee- maker stutters and dies. The milk boileth over. There is a mammoth, God forsaken jam at the petrol station. And a scuffle in the parking lot. Sambhar stains your crisp, white linen shirt. And your colleague let's you...

What’s on my night- stand?

I may have already done a post on night- stands before. I have a "thing" about nightstands/ side- tables. Given a chance to peek into somebody's home or life, I will first scan the contents of their fridge and then immediately move on to their night stands. This little space in one's beddroom reveals so much about...

Ma Wednesday! Mommy pangs.

Ugh. This is turning into quite the mommy blog. I seem to write about Zoe and my Mummy adventures more than anything else. Apologies, if you find these mommy rants boring and repetitive. It's just that, even though I have a dozen (read half a million) other things going on in my life, this one...

The struggle is real folks.

I have heard and read how babies are constantly changing, evolving. How they are fluid, and unstable. How their young minds and bodies are seeking individuality and uniqueness. That they are slowly but surely becoming "them". I had heard of toddler tantrums and terrible twos. I have smiled sympathetically at my cousins and aunts as they struggled with...

Ideal husbands.

Marriage is incredibly hard. We were told to look for tall, dark, rich, intelligent and handsome. Now fast approaching my thirties, and seven years into marriage, I know for sure that I was told wrong. The media is wrong, the fairy tales are full of bull-crap, the movies are absurd, the perfect man/ husband/wife/ woman...

Troubles. And a mid- air chat.

The trouble with trouble is that when you are in the middle of it, it seems insurmountable. Life ahead seems inconceivable. You use terms and phrases like never, ever, why... They become a mantra. You fail to appreciate all the things you have going for you. All the things in your life that make it...

Mum’s packing again.

Mum's packing again (we have to do it more than once a month it looks like). And I tell you, it's the funniest thing. Even Papa finds it comical. Her antics are the same every time. She starts off with a proclamation that she will pack light. That she will not carry a single, unnecessary...

Of alter egos and food battles- 3!

I think food is disgusting. It's a vile, despicable monstrosity which will one day lead to the downfall of humankind. Really! It causes sheer wastage of anywhere between 5- 6 hours of my day. Hours which could be put to great use otherwise. I could run around in circles, climb up and down the couch...

I am alive.

I am alive folks! I have not fallen off the face of the earth, naa. Just suffering from a serious case of preoccupation and scatterbrained-ness that does not allow the processing of a single coherent stream of thought. I have about half-a-dozen incomplete and senseless posts lying in my drafts folder. Many long pending posts...

The Ladies Lounge- Precious great hair days.

Hella Ladies, This might seem a shallow, trivial post. But as someone who has dry, finicky, extremely fine, curly hair with a sebaceous scalp; great hair days are few and far between. To add to my woes, I invariably end up living in either a humid place, or one that sees too much rain. I...