Heights of stupidity!

I don't know why I am blogging about this ridiculous conversation here. But sometimes, if something irritates me to the core, penning it down helps me deal with it. So here I go. Some time back ,I was speaking to this somebody. I was telling about one of my friends who got married to a quiz master. The somebody whom I was talking to,immediately asked me "who quiz-master  Siddharth  Basu?" I didn't know what to reply and why this irritated me so much. What kind of person would ask such a stupid question.I was wondering what would have been asked if I had told my friend had married a cricketer! :O God! It's just difficult to have some sane conversation with few people in this world.

P.S. This is not the first time somebody has jumped to such "humble" conclusions

I think I feel a tad better already.

This is life!

Few months back it was spring and it was the beginning of all new things and new life.Everything around was just springing back to life as if they have all been gone for a long hibernation.Then came summer which was gradually turning from warm to hottest on several days.When it was summer ,I used to curse the scorching sun for giving me headaches when I went out and now I am just counting the hours it's above head.With two trips to India in a span of 3 months,summer just flew away.
Now that it's fall,the climate is so pleasant with warmth just as much as is good and a wonderfully colored blanket of leaves around.I love the sound of rustling leaves and wind chimes in the soft breeze of autumn.The seasons are nature's way of telling for every dark night, there is a bright morning..After every gloomy cloud,the sun would shine.
This winter I wish to enjoy the weather instead of being grumpy .I would love to see a white Christmas.There  are Navrathri,Halloween and Christmas to look forward .I happened to see a picture of the Golu(arrangement of dolls to depict mythology and daily life ) .The play kitchen set caught my attention.As a kid,I used to love playing with those lovely miniatures. I used to act cooking and play mother and teacher.Now I have got the entire kitchen and real utensils to myself,but I find it disgusting sometimes :P .As kids we wanted to do all adult stuff and now we all would love to do just kid stuff.Huh!life is complicated!It would have been lot simpler if we knew what we wanted...

Lessons learnt

I have been away from scribbling quite some time.Blame it on my usual 'nothing to write' mode,the personal tragedies or my laziness.Past few months have been really tough on us and I have and still going through too many mixed emotions and mood swings that it's confusing to decide what to pour out and what not to.When I was in college,scribbling in my personal diary would give me a lot of relief from the adolescent emotions,but then it was only until I found out my parents read them.That was the end of the diary story!

Now the procrastination queen that I am, even the thoughts that I would like to record are put off for a better time.With both my parents-in-law 's passing away in a short span of time ,a dark cloud has been shadowing upon us.If losing two important people from one's life was not enough of sadness,the revelation of the true nature of relatives turned out to be salt on the burns.Life is one big laboratory where you try new combinations and new results.It is the greatest teacher of all.

It doesn't take much time for life to turn upside down,but getting a hold again is what is really challenging.So the best is to live in the present and love yourself and love those who love you.

There's only one life..live it!love it!

When the birds are chirping so happily and squirrels are hopping merrily,it's a sign that the spring is approaching.This year,the winter has been pleasant so far with a very mild snow now and then and temperatures seldom dropping below zero.

As I sit here sipping my mug of hot coffee,I observe two sparrows busily conversing between them while pecking on the nuts I had offered them.After so many days of cloudy sky the sun is shining above them.They can't conceal their happiness this lovely day has given them.After all they can flutter

their tiny wings with the hope of an approaching spring.They no longer have to hide in the leafless dried branches of trees all day waiting for the sun.As they were talking to each other,one of them started crying more loudly hopping around in different directions as if calling out their cousins whom they had met last autumn.It was as if she was trying to convey some message about their meal of nuts.Even the squirrels are happily out from their hideouts .They can soon get a break from digging into trash cans and have a much better and fresh berries and nuts.

Meanwhile I realize what I can have back this season.I can get back to my long solo walks and even better , the relaxing sips of tea in my balcony with occasional cool breeze gushing through my face.Wow!The spring is as tempting as a piece of my favorite chocolate.The seemingly lifeless trees have started getting a tinge of green shade on them as if resurrected and in few places even tiny leaflets are seen.The patch of grass is turning green too.Each morning when I see the tree next to my balcony,it amazes me how new leaves come out overnight.It makes me wonder if there is any fairy who comes out in the night and waves

her wand at the trees .I feel a special happiness watching life spring back into action.

Words of Gratitude

Thank you Bharath and Yogi for going through my blog and being a constant source of motivation.This might sound like an acknowledgement at the beginning of a book,nevertheless this is the least I could do.Both you guys have inquired about my blog on several occasions and urged me write.I even got some interesting events to jot down, but somehow either I wasn't in the mood to write them or I set it aside for later which I conveniently forgot.

When I was a child,I used to have a very peculiar habit of keeping my favorite things for later.I guess this is what happened with me with blog writing.This reminds me of the stationery I have piled up for my artwork.I have got water colors,fabric paints,crayons,pencil colors,sketch pencils and many more craft things.This, I have collected over past few years and even carried to UK, US and back to India while collecting few more on the way .They are very much unused until now. When I used to have a tight schedule,I used to yearn to do all this.When I have all the time in the world,I keep it aside for an auspicious time.Hope I overcome this blockage.Let this post be an attempt to start over.

Angel in disguise

It was about 1:45 in the afternoon of that unfavourable day. I had forgotten to place the garbage bag outside for pick-up.I opened the main door of my house,latched it and went out few steps to check if there are any garbage bags placed by my neighbours so that I can be sure if the pick up man is yet to come.(I don't like placing it without confirming because in the night,the rodents tend to investigate it.)As I was returning,there was a strong breeze that banged the door.I was not all that worried as I had latched it.When I tried pushing the door, I was shocked to find the door stubbornly locked.I was petrified for a while as there was noone around in my floor who could help me and I was not having my phone .To add to my agony I hadn't worn any sandals.
Just as I was thinking of how to contact my hubby who had the spare key,the garbage pick up man arrived.I thanked God for sending him at the right moment .I borrowed his mobile phone to make a call to my hubby.As it often happens ,one misfortune is followed by another,his phone was switched off.So I messaged him.The pick up man was kind enough to lend me his mobile and go on with his work.I was sitting on the stairs and trying to recall if I had actually latched the door or not and about how I would react if a stranger asks me for my phone .Half an hour had passed and there was no reply from my hubby.Meanwhile the pick up man finished pick ups from our seven-storeyed apartment and came back.He felt pity for me and he told me about hindi songs in his phone and played them for me so as to beat my boredom.He then told me he would return after an hour.It was 2:30 pm and I was hungry .I continued waiting and I was lucky enough to get a call from my hubby.He arrived in 15 minutes and I was hoping to get inside in few minutes and have my lunch.
As I said regarding series of misfortune events,there was another one to follow.The door wouldn't open with the key either.It is then that I realized that the door had banged with the latch on and so it had jammed.Both of us tried to push the door with all our might.But the door wouldn't budge.My hubby went out to get some help and returned with our watchman and three of tried to push the door and tried opening with key again.Meanwhile the garbage pick up man had returned and this time he came with 2 tender coconuts and offered us.How thoughtful and sweet of him.He was already very kind enough to lend his mobile and now this.I couldn't believe that there are such nice and kind people who are ready to help without expecting anything in return.So here is the angel in disguise.We thanked him and took one from him .He left us with a smile on our face.After a short break we went back to our struggle.By then the locksmith had come and he broke open our lock and finally I was in my home sweet home after more than 4 hours of waiting outside.Although the accident had ruined my day, the kindness of a simple man had made my day!

My space

Time and space are the two vital things that aren't available in plenty now.In the midst of a busy routine ,I try my best to take out few minutes for myself .I don't mean I do work all day, but most of the time I am occupied with something or the other,be it my daily household chores (I never get satisfied with mycleaning , thanks to the white vitrified tiles that I have got at home,even a tiny dust is highly visible on it and to top it all I have vowed to myself that I would do every single job by myself and won't hire a help),watching TV(yes,this is also a task),chatting on phone or surfing the net.Whatever on earth I would be occupied with,when the clock strikes 6:30 in the evening,I am in my favorite space,sipping a cup of steaming hot tea and munching on some biscuits and ofcourse enjoying a spectacular view of the sunset over the sea from my balcony.This is my space at home.Whatever mood I am in or however tired I am ,few minutes in my space lets me forget all and the cool breeze from the sea that brushes my face takes away all my worries and my mind becomes blank.Fresh dreams get born at this time.There is nothing more relaxing than being with nature.The view of the the lush green trees swaying in the wind and the feel of fresh air touching you ,the smell of flowers in the neighborhood and the chirping of birds returning home are awesome.What else can one ask for to get more relaxed!
Everyday I stand here and dream of a new day and all my old dreams flash across my mind like the snaps on a projector screen.