Life. Here. Now

For as long as I can remember, my gal pals and I, have always cribbed about being a few pounds overweight. Over the years, the few pounds have multiplied in magnitude. Even when I did not have a weight-issue, I remember grumbling about my being ‘fat’, or not having a small enough waist, all because it was expected, and the cool thing to do! I remember in class 9, the corridor loo would be our hangout spot between lessons. It was anything but fancy! Just your regular cubicles, smelly most times, with washbasins in front, each with a mirror of its own. We would just crowd around the mirrors, giggling, primping our hair, reapplying lip-balms, moaning over emerging acne while secretly comparing waist lines, which unfortunately in most cases, was also an indication of one’s coolness, attractiveness, social-superiority or lack thereof. I cant help but laugh as i recall, how we used to loudly announce and invite our ‘cool’ friends to hang out with, in the loo, of all places ...

Hello all you wonderful people! Time is like a disobedient child, I like to think. It does exactly the opposite of what one’d like. In the time it took me to bat my eyelids, three months have elapsed since my last post! 2018 has been an exciting whirlwind so far. We welcomed my precious little baby girl into our world. Everyday is like a repetitive movie played on fast-forward. Feed, burp, diaper change, repeat! As much as it used to amuse me, I have now turned into one of those mothers who are constantly raving about their baby’s latest milestone! She’s my little miracle, a gift, after months of forced penance. You all know my story. (For the newbies, you may refer to the ‘Gestational heebie-jeebies’ series on my page.) Introspecting during the rare free minute, counting my blessings, I cannot help, but reminisce the recent past. Seven months of bed-rest, anxiety and uncertainty. When prolonged rest is enforced upon you, its far from a vacation. It’s a mental struggl...

Life is a rat-race for most. A race against time, that we all wish to win. Especially when, we are all aware, that any moment, our breath may choose to stop infusing us with ‘life energy’.  We are all swept along with the flowing tide, from birth, in a rush to satisfy our insatiable desires, while the stop watch begins its countdown. We adaptable humans, have adopted the practise of ‘ multitasking ’, to aid us in our endeavours. What is multitasking?   Multitasking is a word, very much in vogue today,  defined by the Oxford english dictionary  as, dealing with more than one task at the same time. This term originated in the field of computer science initially, wherein computers were programmed to complete multiple tasks at the same time, and this was gradually extended to human application.  However, the practise is older than the word itself. Life without multitasking is unimaginable. Multitasking can be concurrent, wherein we...

Tweet Tweet Tweet I remember how it began When you brought the gingerbread man to life I knew then; You were the one When I held your hand, and You promised to stay with me, joy or strife. You introduced Enid to me, I shall be ever thankful Racing through the corridors of St. Clare’s and Malory Towers Hobnobbing with ‘The Famous Five’, adventures with ‘The Secret Seven’ Never a dull moment with Enid, As we whispered and snickered together, Under the teacher’s baleful glowers! Never did I feel so important That summer, when we shook hands with your friends of old Dumas, Wallace, Defoe, Alcott… a sprinkle of humour, a pinch of adversity, a dash of adventure, entertainment aplenty Classics evergreen, they humbly welcomed me into their fold. Over the years, our romance blossomed stealing sweet kisses in between classes holding hands during those heavenly long drives snuggling under the covers at home Fascinated by our endless devotion, even ...