Its a beautiful Monday morning ...why,you ask?
In a large portion, the the B-lore weather, which has considerably improved over the last week,can be held responsible. All of Bangalore has been sighing over one of the best weekends to go by, weather-wise. This weekend also got me, together the girls (y & v) on an oestrogen high, over Sex and the City - the movie (which, by the way we thoroughly enjoyed, call me shallow if you will) followed by a laaazzzzzy lunch peppered with some male-bashing at The Only Place. And trust me, lunching with the ladies is to the soul, what maybe a session at the spa is to your body. I prescribe for all women - one mandatory session with the girls every month, RX.
getting back to my Monday morning... beautiful it may be, but fruitful ... maybe not. For the nth time, i resolved to begin exercising regularly ( and pigs will fly said the husband). And yesterday, both the hubby and I took to the swimming pool in a bid to get those muscles moving. I had a vague idea that splashing in the pool would kick start my body and I would perhaps begin lifting some weights every morning. End result of all my splashing in the water (and some mighty splashing it was, since im still learning to swim) was that i wake up Monday morning with aches in all place. My weights are resigned, yet again to gather dust in the cupboard. Mea Culpa ...
Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
collection of thoughts
I just watched Kramer v/s Kramer for the first time ....
a few minutes back....
and it got me thinking, besides the realization (yet again) that Dustin Hoffman is amazing, about how much responsibility goes into raising a child.
And how the first thought that comes to Kramer's mind when he is being fired is not his own personal failure, but the possible negative impact of his unemployment on his custody battle.
Being in the Double-income-no-kids (DINK) stage of my life may be the best phase of my married life yet !
a few minutes back....
and it got me thinking, besides the realization (yet again) that Dustin Hoffman is amazing, about how much responsibility goes into raising a child.
And how the first thought that comes to Kramer's mind when he is being fired is not his own personal failure, but the possible negative impact of his unemployment on his custody battle.
Being in the Double-income-no-kids (DINK) stage of my life may be the best phase of my married life yet !
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
24th view
In my relentless quest for weekend adventure (that includes my "exciting" circuit of malls and restaurants and coffee shops on weekends), today (a simu-weekend cos it was ganesh chaturti, hence a day off) i resolved to go where no sane mall-hopping bangalorean has deemed to go before.
The highest point in Bangalore is not a peak, its the government utility building in the heart of the urban jungle. All of 25 floors tall. And today's mission was to see how the view was from the top.
And so, with P in tow, i ventured into the building. Noticing the "marriage registration" sign for the 10th floor, my mind began conjuring up images of baazigar, with srk throwing shilpa setty off the terrace of the building. I hoped that P wouldnt attempt the same, cos he was hinting at doing something of the sort if i didnt stop dragging him around town like this.
So we made an attempt to get into the only working lift of the 4 that were there. This involved a complicated activity of nimbly jumping into the lift before the doors closed on you. The doors were opening much before the lift touched ground. Mighty impatient lift that was !
Once inside , we press the 24th floor button. the chap in the lift with us presses 23. He disembarks at 23, we got out at 24. We looked around at the bare walls. There was nothing -we were in a corridoor 4ft by 2ft surrounded by some ancient looking doors that were locked. Turned back to summon the lift. Turns out there are no buttons to call for the lift (cold sweat breaks out)
So we were stranded on the 24th floor in a tiny closeted space with no means to get out and getting claustrophobic by the minute. While P was thinking which of friends lived closet to MG road so he could come and rescue us, I was thinking of which of the locked doors would suddenly burst open and a raging lunatic would jump on us.
After 5 minutes of this, the lift magically came up and rescued us. All relieved and in smiles, we got off at the 23 floor which turned out to be the computerised railway booking center. All three counters of it. And surrounded by bags of cement. And just 1 man manning it. Talk about "buzzing with activity"!
So we sauntered around the 23rd floor, and took in the view from the windows. And breath-taking it was. Great views of MG road , INOX, all three malls, a fabulous view of UB city. We spent some time there, happily clicking away. And then rode the lift back safe ground.
Next weekend we plan to go back to the 23rd floor and check out the view at night (though P doesnt know this of course ;-))
Thursday, June 19, 2008
It happened one Morn....
A gal woke up one morning and realised that she was terribly out of shape and in danger of competing in girth with the friendly neighbourhood aunty.
She resolved to go jogging every morning. With stead-fast determination, she put on her Urban Uoga outfit (bought the previous weekend) and laced up her Nikes. She strode out of her 6th floor flat and walked.... right into her lift.
Whoops ! Blooper...what self-respecting jogger would take th elift instead of the stairs? she thought to herself.
Anyways, she rode the lift to the ground floor and walked out to the colony park. Looking around her, at the people jogging , excerising and walking , she felt sufficiently motivated. She plugged in her i-pod and to the beat of "free falling" she started jogging steadily around the park. 2 laps and a few aching muscles later, she felt pleased with herself. Aah life was good!
She took the lift back to her flat... what the hell, after all that exercise, she felt she deserved the lift ride.
She walked into her apartment and looked in the mirror.... aah that glow of health (or sweat ) felt like a literal pat on her back.
"Shinta..... iv made pooris for breakfast, come have them while they are hot" yelled Y from the kitchen.
And with that, all my resolution for a healthier lifestyle took a flying leap out of my 6th floor window.
Its been 2 months now, and my Urban Yoga outfit and my Nikes still miss me!
She resolved to go jogging every morning. With stead-fast determination, she put on her Urban Uoga outfit (bought the previous weekend) and laced up her Nikes. She strode out of her 6th floor flat and walked.... right into her lift.
Whoops ! Blooper...what self-respecting jogger would take th elift instead of the stairs? she thought to herself.
Anyways, she rode the lift to the ground floor and walked out to the colony park. Looking around her, at the people jogging , excerising and walking , she felt sufficiently motivated. She plugged in her i-pod and to the beat of "free falling" she started jogging steadily around the park. 2 laps and a few aching muscles later, she felt pleased with herself. Aah life was good!
She took the lift back to her flat... what the hell, after all that exercise, she felt she deserved the lift ride.
She walked into her apartment and looked in the mirror.... aah that glow of health (or sweat ) felt like a literal pat on her back.
"Shinta..... iv made pooris for breakfast, come have them while they are hot" yelled Y from the kitchen.
And with that, all my resolution for a healthier lifestyle took a flying leap out of my 6th floor window.
Its been 2 months now, and my Urban Yoga outfit and my Nikes still miss me!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Punjabi - no excuses
Thats "Jab we met" for you. In-your-face, no-holds-barred, brash, loud punjabi-ness. Each time I watch the movie, I find a new, fresh and appealing angle to it. And when I watched the movie for the 4th time today, it was the vivacity with which the Punjabi family of the girl was portrayed that hit a note with me.
The break-into-song-and-dance-at-the-drop-of-a-hat routine is by now a familiar one in every and any hindi movie. Whats different is when the movie maker decides to show something more earthy, a personal touch, something like what director Imtiaz Ali does in the scene where Geet's family is shown making lassi in washing machines. Simple, blink-and-you-miss-it, yet so appropriate!
The movie has refreshingly different punjabi songs, more like folk music , without inane remixed numbers and none of that "say shava shava" or suchlike inserted into its lyrics.
And from a female standpoint, what a nice way to mix and match patialas with t-shirts, and mojris with jeans! Verrry veery nicce I say ;-)
The break-into-song-and-dance-at-the-drop-of-a-hat routine is by now a familiar one in every and any hindi movie. Whats different is when the movie maker decides to show something more earthy, a personal touch, something like what director Imtiaz Ali does in the scene where Geet's family is shown making lassi in washing machines. Simple, blink-and-you-miss-it, yet so appropriate!
The movie has refreshingly different punjabi songs, more like folk music , without inane remixed numbers and none of that "say shava shava" or suchlike inserted into its lyrics.
And from a female standpoint, what a nice way to mix and match patialas with t-shirts, and mojris with jeans! Verrry veery nicce I say ;-)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
"White lilies" - a short story
She looked down her hands. Her fingertips were red and raw. It was the result of biting them for the most of the afternoon. She had tried taking long breaths to calm down. It didn’t work.
Her face, however seemed composed, it was almost as if she had expected that one day it would come to this…..
Two months ago, the moment she saw the little positive sign on the little thermometer-shaped tube, she knew that the unthinkable had happened. The little’+’ took its own time to develop ….it seemed to be teasing her...and then when it finally took shape she realized that the plus sign had just changed her life.
The right thing to do was to tell him, after all, wasn’t he the one who had decided that just because he had a terrible fight with his wife, he had the right to barge in her apartment at any time just as he pleased. And it was one such night that set off the present chain of events.
After a week of anxiousness and uncertainty, she finally told him. His instantaneous reaction was to throw his glass onto the wall where it shattered, spreading scotch and water on her carpet. His reaction unnerved her. For some time now, she had held a faint glimmer of hope that he would perhaps be happy. Now she realized how foolish she was , hadn’t she known him well enough ?
But he could be counted upon to be extremely efficient. It was he who decided on ‘Women Now’, which according to him, could be trusted upon to “do a neat job – it will be as simple as getting your teeth cleaned”. He also impressed upon her the fact that post-session, they sent to the patient’s home a bouquet of white lilies with chocolate. He was particularly impressed by the idea of chocolates.
During the week before her session, she could only think of little baby rattles and the sweet smell of baby powder. She was being silly. She tried to sleep at night, and after bursts of fitfull sleep, her pillow would be damp in the morning.
The next week, at Women Now, she sat in her bed, strangely calm. She closed her eyes and prayed for the child that would she would never know.
She sat up in her bed at home that evening; he was sitting beside her and he was telling her how brave she had been, all the while munching on some assorted chocolate that had just arrived in a parcel. His phone began to ring. It was his wife. “Sweetie, Ill just be back” he said as he pocketed a chocolate wrapped in red paper and walked to the hall
She looked down her hands. Her fingertips were red and raw. It was the result of biting them for the most of the afternoon. She had tried taking long breaths to calm down. It didn’t work.
Her face, however seemed composed, it was almost as if she had expected that one day it would come to this…. She picked up the bouquet of white lilies lying beside her and held it against her cheek. It felt so soft…she thought as a tear drop flowed on to a petal.
- Shinta
Her face, however seemed composed, it was almost as if she had expected that one day it would come to this…..
Two months ago, the moment she saw the little positive sign on the little thermometer-shaped tube, she knew that the unthinkable had happened. The little’+’ took its own time to develop ….it seemed to be teasing her...and then when it finally took shape she realized that the plus sign had just changed her life.
The right thing to do was to tell him, after all, wasn’t he the one who had decided that just because he had a terrible fight with his wife, he had the right to barge in her apartment at any time just as he pleased. And it was one such night that set off the present chain of events.
After a week of anxiousness and uncertainty, she finally told him. His instantaneous reaction was to throw his glass onto the wall where it shattered, spreading scotch and water on her carpet. His reaction unnerved her. For some time now, she had held a faint glimmer of hope that he would perhaps be happy. Now she realized how foolish she was , hadn’t she known him well enough ?
But he could be counted upon to be extremely efficient. It was he who decided on ‘Women Now’, which according to him, could be trusted upon to “do a neat job – it will be as simple as getting your teeth cleaned”. He also impressed upon her the fact that post-session, they sent to the patient’s home a bouquet of white lilies with chocolate. He was particularly impressed by the idea of chocolates.
During the week before her session, she could only think of little baby rattles and the sweet smell of baby powder. She was being silly. She tried to sleep at night, and after bursts of fitfull sleep, her pillow would be damp in the morning.
The next week, at Women Now, she sat in her bed, strangely calm. She closed her eyes and prayed for the child that would she would never know.
She sat up in her bed at home that evening; he was sitting beside her and he was telling her how brave she had been, all the while munching on some assorted chocolate that had just arrived in a parcel. His phone began to ring. It was his wife. “Sweetie, Ill just be back” he said as he pocketed a chocolate wrapped in red paper and walked to the hall
She looked down her hands. Her fingertips were red and raw. It was the result of biting them for the most of the afternoon. She had tried taking long breaths to calm down. It didn’t work.
Her face, however seemed composed, it was almost as if she had expected that one day it would come to this…. She picked up the bouquet of white lilies lying beside her and held it against her cheek. It felt so soft…she thought as a tear drop flowed on to a petal.
- Shinta
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