DREAMS

So is it considered an omen - good or bad - to dream about snakes? About those whom you loved but are no longer with you? About those who are alive, but you dream are dead? About magic (the Potter variety; not black)? About flying? About falling down? About so many myriad things, and in such a manner that on waking you're not able to separate dream from reality for a grand old moment there?
Maybe that's why people have dreamcatchers. Hmmm.

MR MOUCH

In the garden!

FOOD FOR THE GODS

Or at least, for me. Yummmmmmmmmm!

HIATUS

Apologies!
Loads to say, not so much time. :( Will be back soon.

THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER

With love from the significant other. Couldn't've asked for more.

QUACK!

Step 1: Go to Chandigarh.
Step 2: Drive down to Sukhna Lake. Evenings preferable.
Step 3: Park car, get down and walk to the lakeside. And walk some more.
Step 4: Spot ducks/ geese, like this: "Ah, look! There's a duck/ goose!"
Step 5: Wait for friendly neighbourhood (rather, lakeside) kid to stop by with paper cones full of peanuts. (Doesn't take too long.)
Step 6: Ask price of peanuts. Go bug-eyed at the sheer robbery, but buy anyway. (Look longingly at the ducks/ geese, and kiss your chances of haggling on price good-bye.)
Step 7: Shell out kid's asking price. Grab paper cone.
Step 8: Get attacked by (seemingly perpetually) hungry ducks/ geese.
Step 9: Unravel paper cone in haste. Toss peanuts to said quackers.(Else risk getting attacked to the accompaniment of obnoxiously loud quacking.)
Step 10: Pose for photograph(s).

ON A WING AND A PRAYER

The new year brings with it aspirations, hope, prayers for a good beginning. Would be nice not to see so much gore on the telly, gruesome news in the papers, and overall, less violence in the world. (None at all would be too much to ask for, right, so let's keep it real.)

Gods and politicians, are you listening?

TEENY TINY BUGS

... Courtesy the incessant Mumbai rains! :(

To say nothing of:
the damp
the fungus
the doggy-out-in-the-wet smell on things
the resultant cleaning up around the house!

And here I am, someone who normally loves the rains!

Oh, for a spot of sunshine...

UNTITLED

Those endless nights, full of darkness.
It's only your love that shows me the light.

Those times I think that despair will kill me.
It's only your love that keeps me alive.

Your voice fills me, permeates the silence.
It's only you I want to hear.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRIEND!

Spoke to a friend today. Initially, it was a birthday wish, but am hoping it made the said friend's day as much as it did mine. Put a smile on my face, really. What did we speak about? Nothing earth-shattering, nothing that is of importance globally. More importantly, it was topics of conversation that made the both of us happy, and glad that we did touch base. It's not often that we speak - yet! (it's a newly forged friendship, you see) - but catching up is always fun. The SMSes that fly back and forth are snippets of conversation in themselves. Hmm, contentment.

Why do I write this post? No, it's not to make the friend get a feel of 'oh, look - I write about you just to flatter you'; neither does it have to do with wanting anyone else to feel that way. What I'm pleasantly surprised is about the fact that you find friends in the most unlikely places, under the most unlikely circumstances. About meeting said friend: a business meeting with a fair number of others, but somehow seem to hit it off with just this one person. A quick promise to keep in touch (did I mention that we live in different cities?), and which we stuck to, saw us swap contact information, led us to explore a tentative new friendship. Safe to say that on the friend front, this is a good place to be!

P.S.: Here's wishing you a wonderful year ahead, friend! You know who you are!

SPRING CLEANING

Dunno about spring, really, but got a spot of cleaning done today... Take that, evil dust mites!

Behind the refrigerator, the newspaper hamper, under the cupboards and the bed, the kitchen cabinets cleaned on the inside, the drapes, carpets and furniture vacuumed... I'm quite the proud houseowner at the moment. (Deserve a diamond tiara, too, methinks. Or at the very least, a ring.)

Clean, yes, but if I'm to look at the time - the best part of Sunday's vanished in the hum of the vacuum cleaner, the swish of the dustcloth. Still on the agenda: a trip to the supermarket to buy a week's worth of veggies and fruits.

Whoever said the working (and married) girl's life was easy? Stories to share, anyone?

TO THE RICE COOKER...

... What would I do without you?

Turn back the clock to a few years ago, when the kitchen was entirely alien territory to yours truly. (The hubby not-so-quietly opines that some things don't change, but that's for another post.) Had the BFF over to lunch one afternoon, and the trusting Mum left me to my own devices whilst she popped over to the market on her jaunt for veggies. One request she made was "put the rice on, three whistles should do it, before you can turn it off". Days of the pressure cooker, these. Uh-huh, so I look at the clock, turn on the gas stove and wait for the rice to happily cook itself. Some time later, and with no response in terms of the three promised whistles, am wondering what to do. Just then, the BFF walks in, and is informed of my query. Horrified, she learns that I've not put in any water in the cooker itself - turns out it's a situation (quite literally) waiting to explode! Seems you need to have water not only in the rice vessel itself, but also in the cooker... whew!

Today, my love affair with my rice cooker begins. No pressure cookers for me, but swear by this multi-purpose (it even steams veggies!) rice cooker instead.

Basic rice:

1 portion rice

2 portions water

Salt, butter/ ghee to taste (if you want to)

All you have to do is plug in the rice cooker and wait for the fragrant aroma to waft past... and that's it! Enjoy the rice!

THE TWILIGHT SAGA

So it's my latest obsession... move over, Harry Potter!

POP THE CHAMPAGNE!

It's that time of the year again, ladies and gentlemen, when we pop the bubbly to celebrate another year of togetherness... a.k.a. marriage in some circles.
Decided to take stock of the last year, suggested we make it a fun 'you and me together' exercise. Disdainful looks from the significant other put those plans to rest...
... Still planning, wondering how to spend the day... A pleasant surprise holiday by way of elections in the city is only adding to the happiness!

Watch this space!

HMPH!

And that is the husband's idea of decorating my birthday cake this year. *rolling eyes in head* Really, now!

HAPPY NEW YEAR, WORLD!

Remember when we'd counted down to the year 2000. The Y2K bug was something stores here took rather literally: I wound up purchasing this little plushie, a cheerful caterpillar in blue-yellow-blue-yellow (you get the drift...), all togged out in a perky red hat and green shoes, with '2000' printed across it.

Some eight-odd years , the caterpillar remains, and we head towards another year... Let's see what this one brings.

RECAP

Events at work.
Stress. Worry. Resolutions.
Birthdays. Anniversaries. Celebrations at home.
Fights. Arguments. Disagreements. Differences of opinion. Making up.
All this and more went into 2008.

The New Year's around the corner.

IN MEMORIUM

Miss you, Azoba.
I sometimes marvel at the relationship we had... Spent most of my time being in awe of you; you always seemed so much larger than life. You fascinated me with stories of your travels and the exotic places you'd visited: I'd look forward to your visits with Ajji, wide-eyed, and waiting to see pictures. Pictures that transported me to where you'd just been, whether it was seeing the peacocks gracefully picking their way along your backyard, or your ginger cat Laalu. Your steel-gray Nissan (which was a dream!) with you at the wheel, smiling into the camera, your eyes all crinkly and bright.
As I grew up, the awe turned into admiration for all you'd done, for what you'd become. Walking along the roads of your hometown, standing in front of the dilapidated block of flats you stayed in - Mum showed us our roots. And what strong roots they are, with you always having been firmly grounded in reality.
I'm sure your world with Ajji today is as vibrant and multi-hued as this one with us was. I won't even start to say that I miss you so.

Happy birthday.

NOVEMBER

It's all about the memories.

It's odd how while pleasant, they can bring a tear to your eye. Even while you're reminiscing about time well spent in the company of people you love, how a sliver of memory slinks in to your consciousness and brings with it a small sharp stab of pain. How you wish you could turn back the time, have just that one more day with the person you love. How you wish that they were near you.

Maybe they are. Maybe they're just looking down at you, you who are encompassed in their eternal love.

I'll be thinking about this all through November.

FIRECRACKERS!

Umm, I share a love-hate relationship with these, really.

Just don't like the loud sounds. Or the smoke. Or the smog that just envelopes the air. The green me wakes up around this time, and grumbles to anyone who'll listen about the gasping, wheezing environment. I swear that the world around is shrouded in depressed stale air.

Now here's the love part: firecrackers signal the festive season. Colours. Family. Friends. Food. What's not to like?

Green versus human nature. Ergo, we fence sit.