Papoosh etc - Marriage, Motherhood, Mayhem and Musings!

YIPPEEE:))))) Someone teach me how to do the tribal dance, or I'll horrify people here with my utterly graceless prancing...yess....I got a, well, kinda promotion and I got a HIKE. Am I on top of the world or what... List of things to do with extra cash... 1) Look for a proper house, now that I can pay decent rent 2) Buy that MP3 player I've been eyeing for so long??? 3) Get a new wardrobe???? 4) Join music classes??? 5) Party harder :))) 6) Buy a washing machine??? Shit.....I gotta choose now...how I hate this, why didn't I get a good enough hike to be able to do aallll of that??? But I got a hike nevertheless..sorry, cannot wipe that goofy smile off my face for sometime now :P. Have been house hunting for the past few days now, and it is so damn difficult. Suddenly, even the auto wallah who lives in a proper house as aginst a room seems better placed in life than me. First I go the broker and tell him what I'm looking for and my budget, and invariably, the first thing...

Am sick sick sick. Sick and tired of dirty politics, tired of people saying one thing and meaning another, tired of finding out there are hidden agendas behind almost everything people do, tired of finding out people aren't what you thought they were. So tired of trying to keep afloat, when there a hundred things pulling you down. Tired of knowing trust is a four letter word now; tired of keeping the smile on my face, when all I want to do is breakdown, find a shoulder to cry on for a while, to just be able to let all this misery out, so I can make place for better feelings, so I won't feel it piercing me inside all the time. Everytime I feel the tears welling up, I remind myself there are people who've been dealt far worse cards, who are battling greater tragedies everyday, and try and feel better. But I've realised its not the best way to handle it. Just end up bottling it up some more, and now I've left it so far behind that it takes a while to know what hurt fee...

I was listening to Jhini by Indian Ocean today..how I love their music, and was reminded of a 'civilised' arguement I'd had sometime ago with an obnoxious "I am far better than you, you suck" kind of female. My trainer was going back to the US and since she liked Indian Ocean, we (all the trainees) had decided to gift her a CD of Jhini. Now, Ms Nose-up-in-the-air wasn't exactly part of the gang, infact, was a friend of another, who'd decided this farewell was the time to multitask, and had decided to invite her too . Not that I actually have anything against people gatecrashing other people's get togethers but I do like them to remember their manners; yes, the same manners that we're taught right from when we're still dripping saliva off our toothless mouths. Hmm..I must stop digressing so much..so back to the female and her manners. All of us (the ones who actually were a part of the farewell) were chit-chatting and generally having a ball of ...

I hope all of you had a wonderful Diwali, I ofcourse was working, but more than made up for it over the weekend :))); inspite of not exactly celebrating diwali, my weekend after a long time had a beautiful relaxed feel to it. V ofcourse lucky bum that he is, had almost an entire week off from Thursday to Monday, which for me is always good news..I get more "US" time. Coming back to work after one has had such a lovely break, to put it mildly sucks. And me, in my ever-lunatic way, have no option but to make myself feel better by acting like an absolute madcap, be double the chatterbox that I normally am and ofcourse giggle giggle giggle like nobody's business. The only downside to all this happy business is the amount of sweets I've been gorging on. Everyone's come in with some sweet or the other, so since the time I came in to work today, I've had a royal spread of coconut laddoos and two kinds of kaju barfis and chaklis and chocolates (rum chocolates at th...

Phew! The last two haven't been the best of days, but I changed perspective a little, and now am back to being the madcap that I normally am :)))) It feels so good to have me back. At the risk of sounding highly uncouth and uneducated and an irresponsible human being, what is it with people nowadays?? Its festival time, the time we always associate with the pataakas and the chakras, and the chocolate bombs, and my all time fave the oosi pataasu . Suddenly this backlash with people advocating pataaka free diwalis and the whole deal about cracking down on bombs, and 'inspirational' stories about children celebrating a pataaka free diwali and urging others to do the same is simply so ..for lack of a better word..fake. Now that environment is the HOT topic doing the rounds, everyone wants to be a me-too and jump onto the bandwagon, even when the commitment isn't really there towards the cause. The " hum bhi maadern log hain" phenomenon seems to be spreading like w...

GECIS was sold today. As I discuss the implications of this with fellow ex-GECIS'ers, it brings back so many fond memories of the time I spent there. I guess the "first job" holds the same kind of nostalgia that "first love" holds, or maybe more in some ways. My dream of going back there someday at a better position, as part of management might now never come true, but it's still nice to think of what might have been. I made friends for life there. Learnt so much that I've been able to put to use within and outside the workplace. It was the place for me to start off, without the walls of hierarchy to adhere to, I learnt how to maintain relationships at work, how to make things work for you. And ofcourse, I was intorduced to the dirty world of office politics. A lot to be thankful to a first job for sure. But above all that, I'm grateful for the people I met there, the quickthinking minds I interacted with, and ofcourse for V. ...........................

Am trying to figure out if I should feel sad or glad {surprise..I can rhyme too :)))} . For the nine hours I spend at work, I barely put in an hours worth of work most days. Yes, I can feel those jealous vibes, but I could tear my hair out. I can only spend so much time writing, what do i do the rest of the time I spend in office? And imagine all the weight I'm putting on, thanks to countless trips to the cafeteria to get rid of sheer boredom, and all the extra money I spend on books, and music and paraphernalia to make my desk look better than the showcase at home. There has to be something to justify these precious hours of my life I while away here. So here I make my list of things to be thankful to my office for: 1) I have the bestest desk in office..photos, soft toys..the works 2) I eat good food(no not the subsidised meals) and lots of it. All thanks to the cafeteria and Cafe Coffee day wallah. 3) I have loads and loads of amazing forwards that I cannot get myself to get rid ...

I've always considered myself ,temperamentally, a very even-keeled person. Infact my mother's favourite line when in a temper used to be calling me rhino-skinned. Nothing (I thought) could unruffle me enough to give me sleepless nights(or days in my case). The world could disappear, I could be stranded, and it would still not knock the breath out of me. All of that seems to have been eroded..and it happened so gradually, over years, that the loss of tranquility however seems almost breathtakingly sudden. Where at one time, the biggest tragedy could leave me intact, now the smallest of issues lead to fretting and agonising and wringing hands in despair. In some ways, yes, its a good thing to happen. If I don't perform well at work, it'll make me pull up my socks and get back with a vigour which more often than not leads to mindboggling improvement; or if I'm broke, it'll lead to better management of finances the next time onwards. But the small positives apart, I...

Am wondering if writer's block can strike so soon. After that sudden burst of literary talent, my reserves seem to have been completely drained..can't think of a single thing to write about. Well I could tell y'all about the loooooong boring weekend I had, but if it put me to sleep for hours, I cannot dream of the torture the angel in me would be inflicting on unsuspecting junta. Decided people don't like serious side to me(did not do a public opinion poll though). Tried bhery bhery hard to make conversashun with new peoples, but kept falling flat on face after making Chandler like jokes which in retrospect should have been left to Chandler alone. And didn't manage to impress hot guy at work either ****only for measuring impressing skills*****(incase dear boyfriend is reading and getting idea). Shall go back to moping face, and few jokes in between so peoples in office don't think am off my rocker. Read nice book over weekend. Nondescript author Caarl Hiaasen. O...

Parents decided to surprise sister; gifted her a cellphone. Had called me for expert opinion, and then decided to dump it in the garbage and go right ahead with exactly what I had advised against. All that apart, had asked to be on the phone while giving it to sis, and this is how it went: Sis: "This is for me???" (can imagine slightly rounder eyes on face) Mom, dad and (me(from the other end of country on phone)): "Yes baby!" Sis: " Really???" (slightly highpitched voice now) (to me now) "Akka, I think ammam chinni have bought me a cellhpone(in an awed voice)" Sis(after finally opening box) : " THAAAANK YOU!!!!" (in a voice people sitting in the front in my cab can hear) Me: (goofy smile on face..no words..too overcome by emotion just imagining the look on sister's face. ) .......................................... Seems like today's going to be nothing but "thoughts of sister" day! Wandering through...

Recently mother dear asked me to write a little something on what i'd learnt from living with guys, how it was overall, the good, bad and the ugly. Got me thinking on what wow parents i have, not only willing to let their daughter live with guys, they were never paranoid that she might be sleeping with them;( they didn't even go right through the roof when they learnt i was living in with one of them), nor about the shocked neighbour aunty sayin "haa..she's living with boys you know" looking like she'd have a stroke if ever faced with the prospect of knowing another similar person. Also got me gloating a little, having lived for over a year with different guys in different places, i consider myself quite an expert on what it takes to live with guys..might actually write my own book on my experiences some day ;-), though i might well have to go into hiding after that,which means all my dreams of achieving authordom are shelved for the next 45 years atleast :(((...

Leaving home wasn't a leap forward in life for me as much as it was a form of escape from my parents, from what I considered the restrictions and bondages of family, little realising in my state of self-pitying, that it was exactly the same "restrictions" that had saved me from being bruised countless number of times. Only when my train finally arrived at that most feared city of crime, Delhi..did it finally sink in that I was truly on my own. Ofcourse my friends and my parents' friends were there to receive me; but they had their lives to lead too, I couldn't expect them to drop everything so they could make sure that I was comfortably placed, they would do what they could, and if they were extremely nice, go a little out of the way. It was the first lesson learnt in appreciating family, but I hadn't learnt all there was, so throughout my stay in Delhi, every single day, life would serve me a new offering, the bitterest of pills, the swallowing of which resul...

It seemed very easy..sign up and you have a blog of your own, post your thoughts, share them with people. But once the initial rush of adrenaline is over, it is a very painful process of sitting down and then disseminating thoughts as you write them into two buckets : one in which you put highly artificial but mature sounding ones and the other where you put in ones that come spontaneously but exposure of those to the public will surely brand you not fit for society . And that is when I realise, the reason i signed up in the first place, is because it saves me the trouble of trying to look for appropriateness and acceptance, and instead just go ahead and write what i feel like!!! Just got back from dinner....got me wondering why these corporates first have us pay some 300 bucks a month for food that results in doctors' bills for 3000 bucks. Might as well add that to our salaries, and let us spend that money on good food. But i guess their list fo perks that come with the job wouldn...

I was just viewing other blogs and was getting into a comfortably literary frame of mind, when rudely brought back to the mundane daily tasks at the end of a long, not very hard, boring day at work... Just wanted to thank all you people for inspiring me to sign up here....maybe my mother's dream of me writing something decent someday'll fructify to something. Ma, love u.