Thursday, April 7, 2011
Staying grounded
Friday, March 11, 2011
Loss of identity
The cooler had been one of the few things that we brought back to Bangalore once dad’s tenure in Madras had ended. Now it stands, dull and old, only as a testament to a summer spent in a land whose scorching heat had managed to drive us back. But yet my parents have cringed at the idea of giving it away, without giving any particular reason. So now it has, I am sure, half heartedly slipped into substitute roles of being a table, a storage stand and sometimes even a temporary seat. Much like many of our own lives, that has forced us into roles that we may not be best suited for, but yet have to partake, for in some ways our loss of identity is someone else’s gain.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Faking it for real
It’s been a few years since all this happened, and I wish I could tell you that things have changed, that my mother finally grew tired of them and gave them away or a part of the house caught fire and they were all destroyed. But the truth is none of that happened, god did not heed to my prayers. However, I have changed; well not as drastically as liking the fake flowers, but my tolerance towards them has improved. Now I neither detest nor admire them. However, even now, once in a while I walk up to the local florist to buy a bunch of lilies that I place at the most visible part of the living room, admiring it from a distance, knowing that the others can only be substandard substitutes aspiring to match up to its beauty and elegance.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Swatch it
I have never been into brands, and have lived wearing stuff I pick off the streets, it allows me the bargain, something I enjoyed more than the buy. But then I married a man who was close to crazy about branded watches and owned a collection of it himself. I still remember the look on his face when I told him that I don’t wear watches. I saw him almost reconsider his decision to marry me.
My last watch was my mother’s and I wore it to school. It had stopped working before I left school, but by then I had given up wearing watches. As much as was thrilled to have it, I complained that I was bad at taking care of such expensive gifts. My husband had then disappointedly suggested exchanging it for something else. But when I considered how my otherwise unromantic husband had taken the pain of not only buying the gift in advance but had also waited till the clock stuck twelve on my birthday and given it with a bunch of flowers; I felt that there could be nothing more precious than this.
Since then I wear the watch regularly when I go out. It tells me more than the time of the day, reminding me of all the times that I shared with my husband, the good and the bad, the fights, the resolutions, the love and the laughs. In short, it reminds me that I am very married.
Since then, I received two more watches, both on birthdays. Well, I am not complaining.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
30 Things I want to do before I am 30
30 Things I want to do before I am 30
1. Do some social work that can light up a few lives
2. Send dad and mom on a vacation.
3. Be a better writer.
4. Run a marathon
5. Seawalk in Bali
6. Bungee Jump
7. Make a snowman
8. Create a dream home: Simple and sweet
9. Read more
10. Take a holiday alone
11. Do my masters
12. Learn to swim
13. Travel: Calcutta, Paris , Italy and Safari in Africa
14. Throw a party and invite all those who matter the most
15. Go back to learning French
16. Quit the job that I dislike
17. Learn a musical instrument
18. Hit my ideal weight
19. Plant at least 50 trees , and care for them
20. Take a break from work
21. Pull off a surprise party for S
22. Worry less, enjoy more
23. Learn to cook a decent meal
24. Get a makeover
25. Witness a meteor shower
26. Ride an elephant
27. Fly
28. Practice Yoga
29. Learn to drive a car…again
30. Adopt a child :)
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Builders and Planters
An anonymous text from the tradition says that , in life, each person can take one of the two attitudes:to build or to plan.The builders might take years over their tasks , but one day, they finish what they are doing.Then they find they have hemmed in by their own walls.Life looses its meaning when the building stops.
Then there are those who plant.They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the season, and they rarely rest. But unlike a building, a garden never stops growing.And while it requires the gardener's constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.
Gardeners always recognize each other, because they know that in teh history of each plant lies the growth of the whole world.
From current read:Brida by Paulo Coelho
HAVE A GREAT DAY!