In an age of DINKs - Double Income No Kids, I am faced with the pertinent question - To have or not to have - kids (or a kid, to be precise). Seven months down blissful matrimony, a belated honeymoon, and quite a well-settled household, the attention has been diverted to my aging ovaries. The [...]
For an Indian woman, the pressure is emotional as well as social. While she wants to give the best to her husband, by maintaining an orderly house, a daily schedule and hot breakfast and meals served with love, any desire to go lax and easy is ruthlessly subdued by family expectations that you take the best care of your husband. So, if a hot, savory breakfast was the mother’s responsibility (and love) towards her son, the duty immediately falls on the shoulder of the “bahu” to ensure that the son is sent to work with a fully appeased stomach!
So I decided to enjoy the celebration and here the message. I shifted focus to the actual content of the legends and songs that the lead singer of the troupe were rendering. I ignored the well-known lyrics of the movie song that played in my ears; I started following the words and the movements of the troupe. But alas! My absurd mind failed to appreciate their efforts.
This is a story of evasion – the way I try to evade the new beginnings of each day and the way each beginning eludes its own end. It may have been the story of life, alas, only if it had an end! It is then actually a story of quest – the quest for a conclusion.
A plain, simple, innocent, and not-intended-to-either-offend-or-appease Statement!
Pink bottles, red tubes, blue gels, white crystals, and sparkling sprays – they invade shop-shelves, and then lay siege on our bathroom shelves. They promise rose-petal suppleness, wrinkle-free liveliness, nourished firmness and so many more adjectives! Most woman fall prey to these, hopefully applying layers of the magic potion, in a never-known-before discipline. Some show [...]
Have you every seen those fancy Australian parrots – exquisite feathers in exotic colors with that self-assured look on their queer faces? Well, if you can picture their expression and guise, you can picture mine, too!!
I have grown up with “bad-hair days” and some of the biggest catastrophe strike when it’s really imperative to look [...]
Souls are faceless and formless … I have never peered into the eyes of a human soul; I do not know the texture of its skin, or the color of its eyes; I have never seen a soul wrapped in silks and weighed down by jewels. For that matter I have never known a soul [...]
Being feline does not mean I am sly, stealthy, or treacherous. I belong to the Cat family (read Leo) and this is my strongest practical claim to adopting “feline” as a word that describes me best.
Feline also is a reflection of my feminine side – remember the cliché, “Women are Cats; Men are Dogs!” [...]
“People will sometimes try to cut you down to size to make themselves look bigger, so if you start out small, they will only make you smaller.” I read these words on the internet - advise from a mother to her married daughter - and I realized just how important they were for me [...]
to blog ….
Over the years, I have written much, in random scribbling, in a story, in a poem, in love-hate and-crib emails, in e-cards, in advisory emails to acquaintances and friends alike, in the comment to a blog, even on orkut, and yet I never had a blog of my own.
And its strange that I [...]