Nourishing food…aahhh

I just cooked a delicious and healthy dinner for TS.
You can take away the ‘delicious‘ cause we’re talking about MY cooking!
And you can take away the ‘I just cooked‘ cause it was cooked by the maid!
And you can take away the ‘healthy‘ cause it was last night’s dinner reheated!
Sigh! Whats Pizza Hut’s number again?

With the arrival of winter in NCR, I get to enjoy an hour or so in the sun everyday. After breakfast, I ceremoniously park myself on a bench in the park. For company, I have grandmotherly auntyjis from the apartment block. They share the bench with me and swear how the winter sun keeps their arthritis at bay.

In the last month or so, I have shared my bench with 6 or 7 grandmotherly auntyjis. Now you cannot share a bench with a grandmotherly auntyji without getting pulled into a conversation. Not even when you are absorbed into your phone while your grandmotherly bench-mate stares at you. You eventually have to chicken out and croak a feeble “Namaste auntyji”.

And then it begins. The Conversation.

Let me rewind here and give you some background first. One day TS asked me what I did during the one hour in the sun. I thought for a while and recalled the first day in the park, when I met Grandmotherly Auntyji #1.

After the “Namaste” and the “Jeete raho puttar” was over, the conversation went something like this:
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Beta yahaan rehte ho?
Me: Ji, auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Kaunse floor pe?
Me: 6th pe auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Apna makaan hai?
Me: Oh nahi, auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Toh rent pe ho?
Me: Ji, auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Ham yahaan 2nd floor pe hain. Apna makaan hai, abhi 2 saal pehle khareeda. Pehle Janakpuri mein rehte the. Bete ka ek bangla Pitampura mein bhi hai, par aaj kal toh sabhi log Gurgaon mein rehte hain. Toh humne bhi khareed liya ek.
Me: Ji, Auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Waise bete ka ek makaan sector 25 mein bhi hai. Par yahaan security achi hai, toh yahin rehte hain.
Me: Ji, auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Naukri karte ho ya housewife ho?
Me: Naukri, auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Mera bada beta CA hai. Samsung mein kaam karta hai. Mahine mein 2-3 chakkar foreign ke lag hi jaate hain. Chota US mein settled hai. P&G mein hai.
Me: Acha, Auntiji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #1: Meri badi bahu Mahindra mein kaam karti thi, par phir chod diya. Choti waali Infosys mein hai. Ghar se hi kaam karti hai. Unka bhi yahaan Dilli mein makaan hai. Par abhi US mein khareedne ka soch rahein hain.
Me: Ji Auntyji. Chaliye, main chalti hoon. Ek ghanta ho gaya mujhe yahaan baithe! Bye.

Then I remembered the day I met Grandmotherly Auntyji #2. The conversation went something like this:
Grandmotherly Auntyji #2: Beta yahaan rehte ho?
Me: Ji, auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #2: Kaunse floor pe?
Me: 6th pe auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #2: Apna makaan hai?

I further recalled the conversation with Grandmotherly Auntyji #3. It went like this:
Grandmotherly Auntyji #3: Beta yahaan rehte ho?
Me: Ji, auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #3: Kaunse floor pe?
Me: 6th pe auntyji.
Grandmotherly Auntyji #3: Apna makaan hai?

Yes, you guessed it, all 6-7 conversations were so similar, it was uncanny. So you see, every time I go downstairs to the park, I have The Conversation with grandmotherly auntyjis. So far, I have gathered property and career information about 6-7 families in the apartment block. Now I am trying to figure out how much this information is worth. Do you think I will be able to quit my job and make millions sitting at home in the park?

No? I thought so too.

Have well meaning people ever shared information with you, information that you don’t see much use for?

The Conversation In The Park

Say hello to our new member


So the new writer I had spoken about in my last post arrived in October. But there is a slight hitch. TS tells me it will be a while before she starts writing for the blog, or reading, or even talking for that matter.

Seems like I will have to write on her behalf for some time. Ofcourse, I could write about her too, but based on the following data collected over the last few days, it is going to be rather mundane for you readers.
She’s sleeping
Oh, she’s awake. Come on everybody, lets play with her.
By the time everyone reaches her, she’s asleep.
Oh she’s awake. Come on….
Played in loop, with a lot of poop and peep and feed thrown in.

So I guess regular programming will resume here from now. The new writer will join us as soon as possible. For now, here’s a picture of how she looks like.


Go on, say hello. She’ll smile.

I am, ummm, expanding?


It’s been 7 months since I last posted here. 7 months! So what have I been up to, these 7 months?

You see, TS and I have decided to add a new blog member to our team. The new member will join us sometime in October. We started the orientation process sometime in January, and by October the member will be ready to live with us, albeit our insane lifestyle. You know, just because we felt our life was not crazy enough with just the two of us.

A 3 member-ed team is sure to increase fodder for the blog, what do you say?

2012 already?


A day into the New Year, and my brain has dedicated a song to me. It goes:
Bang Bang, You Shot me down!
Bang Bang, I hit the ground!
Bang, Bang, That awful sound!
Bang, Bang, My baby shot me down!!

Anyone else nursing a terrible hangover/headache/sleep deprivation/any other symptoms of excessive celebrations? May the first 2 days of the New year NOT be a judge of how the whole year is about to unfold for us!
Amen? Amen!

Leaping into 2012


Ah, finally the year comes to an end! I am indeed very happy to see 2011 become a part of history. Now, like the rest of my history lessons, the sooner I forget about it, the better!

You see, 2011 was not a good year for us. But we survived it. Well, not just survived it, but found ways and means to be happy despite all the sadness. Yep, we even laughed when TS’s passport took over 9 months to get delivered. Cracked corny jokes about the Government gestating his passport and such! Most recently, the brand new house that we rented has started falling apart on us. We are still dwelling upon our household woes jokes!

So I look forward to 2012 with a lot of anticipation.  Heck, IF the world is going to end in 2012, I say it should at least be a good year before we all melt into nonexistence! Right? Right.

Doomsday predictions and household woes, let me see, have I missed out any other dreary topics to write about?

Ah yes, there is, this rather alarming matter of resolutions.  Have you set your goals-to-be-broken-within-a-month-of-the-new-year yet? I have.  Rather, my doctor has for me:  No alcohol, less junk, lesser sugar.  More exercise.  Gah!

Anyways, that was 2011 for me.  I plan to welcome 2012 with a lot of hope and a bottle of vodka fresh juice.  What about you?

Happy 2012! *

* The image is from a quilling project I completed earlier today.  Inspiration from here.

When Panic Attacks, It Feeds On Sensibility!


I had an appointment at the U.S.Consulate today. Like the case usually is, I forgot to go through the checklist that was handed over to me at the workplace , in triplicate, no less! Life would have been much better had I completely forgotten about the checklist, but like the case usually is, I remembered it minutes before I was due to leave for the appointment . The husband had very cleverly taken an early morning flight out of town. I now think it is a strategy of his. He gets a whiff of trouble brewing around me and conveniently removes himself from the vicinity. Convenient for him, not for me! Blaming a husband for not reminding you to review a checklist is no good when said husband is in the air, some 1200 kilometers away! I wonder how soon technology will allow us to talk mid-flight. Or do you want technology to never do that?

Anyways, so minutes before I had to leave for the appointment, a couple of realizations decided to dawn on me.

One, I had received a checklist, in triplicate, that I had not yet consulted.

Second, I had booked a cab to ferry me to and fro, which had not shown any signs of appearance yet.

This was the cue for a full blown panic attack to come forth. Now I am known to perform contradicting actions when such an attack is in motion, actions ranging from extremely sensible to acutely insensible!

The sensible action that I took was to call the cab agency and very convincingly threaten that his worst nightmares would come true if a cab did not emerge at my doorstep within the next 10 minutes. (No, not convincing at all. The cab arrived 30 minutes late. I reached the Consulate 15 minutes late for the appointment.)

I also glanced through the checklist at that time. I realized that the checklist was warning me (in triplicate) that I was not allowed to carry any electronic gadgets. That was when I did the insensible thing. Stomped my feet, threw stuff around in disgust, cursed whoever came to mind. Why? because I wasn’t allowed to carry my Kindle. I performed a solo drama on how I would not survive the drive and the wait without the Kindle! I would surely die if I did not read today!

I was almost at the Consulate when I realized that I could have carried a paperback!

I do such things ONLY under panic. Honestly!