Beauty around me

1.Aged grandparents with a small grandchild crossing a busy road veeery carefully.

2.A parrot playing gymnast on the electric wire outside my balcony.

3.A sparrow fluffing its feathers and ...showing off?

4.A baramasi plant bravely battling the traffic outside the well maintained borders of Chanakyapuri lawns with a single flower nodding at the top.

5.A song wafted on the air late night by a lone cyclist.

House hopping

We will be going to distribute Ruchi's wedding cards today.Actually I am in office right now and Y and mama n mami have gone to someone's place and will pick me up later.Didn't want to come to office at all but what-to-do had to come.Now they are half an hour away at the most hopefully and we will go bowling merrily down the roads and meet all kinds of people and show our teeth as we are wont to say.Ofcourse, Saurabh will call me crazy for looking forward to this pastime but ...

Blogging blues

I managed to duplicate my last blog. As it is no one reads it and if someone wanders there by mistake he/she would be forever put off by this doubling.I wonder how I can delete it?

Anyhow, today I am going to rant about the unclean surroundings of my new residence.Seemingly wealthy people live there in their hatchback cars but still throw out their garbage on the covered top of the dried up well at the entrance to the gully of the colony.The colony does not have a proper approach road.You have to pass the swish houses of the super rich Vasant Viharites and then bang you enter a small gully which houses flats that I am sure have been illegally extended...stench of open sewer greets you but the rent the place commands ensures that the residents are not down-ar-heel slum dwellers but reasonably well employed white collar workers like us.I think in the developed countries we would have found this to be a colony where studio apartments with picturesque views would have been the correct description but this being India we can never run far away from squalor.

Of odds and evens

I am totally at sea when it comes to our new 'rented'house.The diplomat's wife I am reading about talks about the terrible homesickness she faces every time she has to accompany her husband on a new posting.I can identify with her totally insofar as the feeling of rootlessness and uprootedness I feel every time we change house and this time this move feels much worse.For one we have slept there for only one night so far in the 15 days that have passed since shifting.The house feels neither familiar nor comfortable with our belongings.The kitchen and the bathroom are too small and I dont feel like cleaning up anything.There is no place to hang washed clothes and no source of natural light.I dont feel like going home from Mamis place which is a very unusual feeling for me.I dont know if six months from now things would be better or would we be as unsettled as we are at present....

Of odds and evens

I am totally at sea when it comes to our new 'rented'house.The diplomat's wife I am reading about talks about the terrible homesickness she faces every time she has to accompany her husband on a new posting.I can identify with her totally insofar as the feeling of rootlessness and uprootedness I feel every time we change house and this time this move feels much worse.For one we have slept there for only one night so far in the 15 days that have passed since shifting.The house feels neither familiar nor comfortable with our belongings.The kitchen and the bathroom are too small and I dont feel like cleaning up anything.There is no place to hang washed clothes and no source of natural light.I dont feel like going home from Mamis place which is a very unusual feeling for me.I dont know if six months from now things would be better or would we be as unsettled as we are at present....

Of odds and evens

I ravish books...must have read literally thousands. I have sometimes more than 3 books going at the same time, even so, I would not call myself an informed reader.Why?Because I am not discerning enough.I cannot lambast a writer for the subjects he or she chooses, I do not pick holes in their syntax or deride the immaturity of prose and worst of all, I implicitly believe in the written word.For example I never think a character to be implausible.It exists on paper,ergo the type must exist in the real world too. I never pause to question the plausibility of actions purported to be taken by any character in any book even if it is a fire breathing dragon carrying off a princess to safety instead of swallowing her up whole.

Anyhow, I am reading about the travails of a diplomat's wife at the moment.This is autobiographical so I need not revile myself for being so trusting and happy by being assured that feelings of inadequacy, loneliness and of being a pariah amongst your fellow human beings also extend to diplomats'wives.It constantly surprises me that being overwhelmed by similar emotions does not teach us humans the futility of war amongst ourselves for religion or ideology.The passions of the heart do not discriminate amongst religions and the more religions talk about peace the more they promote discord.

To end here is an aside.My cousin R got her hair straightened and my cousin S lambasted her for going in for the soulless,individuality less look.Is he an exception or is it simply a conspiracy of the males to make the females remain always hungry for their approbation by leching at all the girls who sport this so called soulless but well polished,perfectly matched look that make them seem to have come straight out of a very expensive parlour all the time?Dont straight hair
always make curly hair look slobby?

of odds and evens

So,we shifted house or did we shift a mountain? It was terribly hectic..we did not get systematic at any point and simply upped and left in a manner of speaking.Now I will have to get used to the WC and the mere thought makes me shudder.Sam, ofcourse ,had to fall ill at that very point of time and I really did not want to apply for leave in office due to my cursed diffidence in such matters and also Y wants us to go to MP for the registry of the house that is practically useless for us at this time.All the people around me feel entitled to advice me to buy house in Delhi...and no one can be expected to understand our peculiar circustances which make buying of a house anywhere in the world totally worthless unless it is situated in the outskirts of RK Puram!!I did send Sam to school today inspite of misgivings but he turned out to be fine and also kicked up a fuss about his lunch of chole-parantha.I wish I could start a bargain system with some other mum who has a more sensible(read amenable)child:{

Success

Hey, I seem to have managed to have started.Will I get here again the next time I try ....I wonder??Anyhow, we are shifting house yet again.The new one is half the size of the one we are presently occupying and Sam will have a gala time if I cant manage to instil some discipline into ourselves, the parents and him, the brat.Otherwise the studies will go into the negative zone and the grades on the downward slide.

Baby steps

This is the second time I am trying to start a blog.My previous attempt had appeared to be successful but I could not retrieve it try as I might.So here goes with a prayer on my lips and a curse in my heart!