Proverbs of Trust

1. Trust is a decision.
2. The bestowal of trust is a gift; its maintenance, a reward.
3. Trust engenders trust; distrust engenders distrust.
4. It is far better to trust and be disappointed in a person than to distrust and be disappointed in life.
5. Trust differs from blindness as love differs from obsession.
6. The proper limit of trust is prudence, not fear.
7. Trust permits risk, which permits change, which permits growth.
8. Trust in the future is called hope.
9. Hope, like all forms of trust, is based on a combination of desire, experience, and will.
10. Without hope, life is not possible.

Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes
That haunt me everywhere I go
Whatever I do, I can’t forget the depth of those pair of eyes
Staring, screening, glaring and accusing me

I learnt to forgive myself
And forget
But the passion and the depth of those eyes
Take away my sleep
And I have lost my peace
But alas those Brown Eyes chase my heart

Is this Nemesis-I ask my maker
And as always there is no answer
The Vast blankness stares back at me
And I wait for for peace
But peace is hard to come by
The pair of Brown Eyes stare back at me....
Screening, glaring and accusing me

Mirabeau Bridge

My Fav poem from graduation Days




Mirabeau Bridge
Translated by Richard Wilbur


Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

Hands joined and face to face let's stay just so
While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river's flow

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

All love goes by as water to the sea
All love goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

The days the weeks pass by beyond our ken
Neither time past
Nor love comes back again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

Messages from Cartoons

"There are moments in life when you
miss someone so much
that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real!"

(Nemo from Finding Nemo)

Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

(Donkey from Shrek)

When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us.

(The Cyclops from 'Monsters Inc')

Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance to do all the things
you want to do.

(Nemo from the film 'Finding Nemo')

When you were born, you were crying
and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
you're the one who is smiling and everyone
around you is crying.

('Crush' - the turtle from 'Finding Nemo')



May you have enough happiness
to make you sweet,
enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human and
enough hope to make you happy.

(The Mammoth from the film 'Ice Age')

The brightest future will always
be based on a forgotten past;
you can't go forward in life until
you let go of your
past failures and heartaches.

(Scrat - a squirrel-rat hybrid) -
from the film 'Ice Age')

Blogging And Bookers

What's with Blogging Anyways- Everyone is doing it these days ....All my friends are blogging -writing fancy stuff-poems, stories, articles on their impressions and observations of life and so on. I had started this some 2 years back. This was all due to Peeyush -I got to know about blogging- it was a pretty interesting thing-I always had a secret desire to be a journalist and well.....(is there any harm in admitting it)...... a Writer as well. During my college days on many a summer days when our professor would be droning about the Demand -Supply Curve and its nuances I would be dreaming about the Booker's that I would get one day- I had already edited my acceptance speech- (the last excluded name of thanks was that of my brother's because he refused to give me a lift on his bike that morning). Many of my such dreams would be abruptly broken when the prof would suddenly decide that I am the best person to explain about the extensive usage of metaphors in shakespeare's dramas. Come to think of it- just because nobody paid any attention to what anyone said- I have got away with a lot of crap in college-talking about hyperboles when i should have been speaking about metaphors( my logic being- they sound similar so must have something to do with each other ).Anyway so the writer in mean started nagging me, troubling me, telling me that I must give it a shot.

So I got all excited and started blogging .Its been sometime since then- changed jobs and cities and made new friends. And wrote about all of these major and minor happenings in my life. And then I started Blog Watching along with writing and I realised that I am a miniscule part of a big big world-there r millions of people from all over the world who are actively blogging something every minute. They share thoughts, ideas, jokes, articles, pictures, fictions, advertisements through this medium. Some are diligent bloggers who have formed forums and groups - some blog jargons have also evolved like " blogwatch", Blogroll"," Tagging" etc.
Some Blog related controversies have also come up -the IIPM controversy comes fresh to my memory. Ask us Bloggers what is the The one takeaway, one benefit that we get by regularly logging in, putting on our thinking caps and keep typing in our thoughts and making them public- Well if you ask me- I am practising to get a Bookers:)
But I guess it serves as a medium to express onself , give vent to creativity, discuss on issues on which they have strong opinions or fetishes etc. Its a nice cost free medium.So carry on my friends- And keep reading my blogs and post your nice comments( mark the word nice) and of course you would get a mention in my Bookers acceptance speech:)

Jargons

Just noting down all the jargons I learnt duirng MBA and later -I use them daily consciously or subconsciously- dunno if that has enhances my power of expression though-

Empowerment
Accountability
Scope
Potential
Learning
Effectiveness
Credibility
ROI
Transactional
Ego Wall
Occupational spam
Job spill
Going Forward
Rollout
Home Office
Toss the Idea
Let's take a step back
POA
FYI

Let me know if you know more- this is not by any means a exhaustive list

Losing in love

I wonder why the concept of losing in love seems to fire up the imagination of authors and Film-makers alike. Pick up any Thomas Hardy Book- and u will be sure to come across the protagonist silently suffering in love- Check out " The Woodlanders", " Tess", "Far from the Madding Crowd"- this plot exists in abundance- be it Tess or Marty or Gabriel Oak - they are all Victims of circumstances- always loving someone who doesn't reciprocate their feelings- making small and big sacrifices for that special someone who means the world to them and in the end they are left bitter, sad and waiting for someone who never comes home. Check out some of the Hindi Movie lovers- Devdas, Umrao-jaan, Ajay Devgan's character in HDDCS, Rekha's role in Mukkadar ka.....- characters who are popular for their undying love -some of them got into a self destructive mode on unfulfilment of their love. These people are ready to sacrifice everything for their loved one- and end up spoiling their lives....Marty waits endlessly for Giles, Giles gives up his life for Grace, Tess commits suicide, Devdas commits suicide indirectly and so on.....

Its a beautiful concept to think of- eternal love that does not excapt anything in return.
However I would like to see and read about characters who rise , gather the pieces of their broken dreams and build a new life again. Life moves on- its a journey full of unexpected twists and turns. It is nice to be in a situation full of happiness and joy. But if dreams don't come true-what happens then- its a decision that the individual- either cling on to a perfect dream or move on to something more real.
I would go for the latter always....
Its difficult - but its more practical, more real.
So am waiting for a Movie where they show the protagonist falling and then rising again like a phoenix...
In fact losing can just make one learn the tricks of the trade better and gear him/her for success next time...

Ode to a Friend

This is for my friend who no longer exists as a friend- the friendship has ended...but I still hope........

Thank You for being there when I needed you most, those were days when things were not going right for me. And you were there holding my hand giving me the much needed strength.

Its been a long journey since then....and we have always been there for each other unconditionally. But somewhere down the line things went wrong- I erred...and hurt you.

No excuses my friend- I made a mistake....

And that's that........

I hope u r fine where ever you are.....

If ever you need me just give me a call-"hum hain wahin hum the jahan........"

Ten Commandments-Direct Dil Se

1. It is nice to be lazy, especially on weekends.

2. Procrastination is a must, haste makes waste

3. Plagiarism is good, practice it to be successful.

4. Perfection is a Myth-Let it remain so.

5. Perception Builds Characters- Help Build Perception

6. If one way is right and one is wrong- Choose the easier one

7. Life without challenges is Bland, so dont deal with them, let them remain intact

8. Truth creates complications- stay away from Complications

9. Teamwork is important , You should cheer from the Stands

10. Enjoy life to the Hilt, No day is Dry Day

Unsettlingly Settled

YES and NO.......

Yes- I do plan to get married eventually

No- There is no one special in my life right now....

How many times do I need to answer these questions...If I charged a dollar for everytime I answered this question, I would probably have a swiss bank account by now...

Hell we r perpetually in this transition state- it is cool to venture out of homes and do professional courses and take up jobs with big corporate names and live independently...Great- but then after 2-3-4 years of working life suddenly there is this age old custom that comes back to haunt us-Good Girls get married and settle down- settle down to what?? Microsoft Word gives the meaning of " settle down" as the following- Calm Down, Relax, Quiet Down, Become Less Restless, snuggle down, slow down,take it easy......Well Well Well I am doing all of the above happily-thank you very much:)
I am as calm and comfortable as it gets-gosh i havent even changed jobs since the last 2 years....I party, I enjoy, I read, I sleep and I also work:) so how does one figure out that I am unsettled in anyway??

So the transition phase that I am talking about is our Urban India- We have evolved into knowledge workers, understand the value of making quick bucks in a fast forward mode, dream of hitting billions(USD)( in our bank accounts) before we are forty , know more about what is happening in US economy than India- and yet getting flats for tenancy for single women is still a problem, live-in relationships are unheard of except in Bombay( all those who say Bangalore is upto par please call me up for further discussions) divorce is a bad word....and Marraige is the ultimate path to Nirvana.....

I agree sharing ur life with someone u love, having a happy family is a beautiful thing-But let me decide on how I want to achieve this beautiful thing.

I know my grandmom was a mother of 2 at my age, but her life and times were different. So why compare 2 variables??

And for God's sake stop putting these questions to my Mom- Talk to me:)

Dhokha hai pyar....

Pyar hai dokha.... heard this song on my way to office while sitting in the cab....
Dhoondega koi bahana dhoondega koi nishaana, dil ka bazaar yahan toh, dil ko dilon se bachana....crooned Alisha Chinai, on checking I found it being a part of the entirely forgettable movie Murder's music album-talk of diamonds in a coal mine!!! lovely song, with a sixties intonation and lilt-Alisha has done full justice to the song....and of course the lyrics.....how many times have i heard this- getting betrayed is probably a universally old phenomenon.....and yet nobody stops loving :)
Being a self proclaimed Agony Aunt I can tell many stories of what happens next...after being dumped............But I won't ..that is because of another self determined NDA agreement between such affected parties and me:)
All I can say is dont ever love anyone more than u love yourself- Selfish as it might sound-it works miracles in acting as a firewall and safeguarding you from making a fool of yourself...Nothing or nobody is more important(parents being the exception of course)than you, dont let someone ruin ur life- preserve ur dignity and self esteem at all costs. If one has to lose - lose in such a way that you take the punch out of the winner's joy:)
And if someone kicks you go and kick that someone twice as hard...And then go out and have a party and remember me:)
So dil ko bachana dokha na khana, dhokha hai pyar, pyar hai dhoka................

M Boleh Toh.....

MICROSOFT aur kya:)

I have spent almost 2 years in this org-India Development Center to be precise-and it has been 2 years of hardwork, fun and loads of learning.
So what does it take to be a Microsoftian- I am not talking of the Technical Skills- you need to have a penchant for thinking out of the box all the time-creativity is a culture here , and you need to be fun loving , like to live on the edge with a sense of adeventure, take on new challenges without thinking twice and Yes most importantly live without a sense of fear- All of that and lots more.It breeds a culture that makes people responsible and accountable- you dont get to Boss around, neither do you get to live to flatter your Boss .
Live, Dream, think and grow as a professional, thats what makes a Microsoftian unique.....

This might sound like a publicity board from a HR professional.....
Actually this is a direct dil ki baat from a happy and contented employee......
I do not know what the future holds for me, I do not know if tomm is going to be good....but today I am happy and will sleep peacefully:)

Pujo Elo

Its soon going to be that time of the year which is most awaited by Bengalis- Durga Pujo. This is not just because of the ritualworshipping as such-it is also because this is the time of reunion, of family gatherings, of people wearing new clothes and kids having holidays.
Time almost comes to a stand still in west bengal-with all govt offices, schools, colleges etc being closed up for these 4-5 days.....
Personally I do not like ostentatious expenses and mindless rituals( might get killed by bong friends for saying this). But all the fun, festivity, collective community enjoyment almost makes it seem worth all the hoopla and hype.
Well let's see how Hyderabad celebrates Durga Pujo....Hopefully I will have fun this year too.........just like all other years....

Cat Stole the milk

It was the cat.....she drank the milk from the bowl. Aunty had kept the milk in the bowl on the Kitchen counter-she wanted to make some custard pudding for the kids. The cat ran away-aunty had to think of alternatives-she sent the car cleaner out to buy some packaged sweets and cakes. The car cleaner took the money and joined the card playing gang in their neighbourhood-he could always cook up a story for the old lady. The kids came home-Aunty made some tea and offered cookies-the promised pudding was no where to be seen. They decided to make virtue out of necessity and had their fill. The cookies had been lying at home for quite some time and had mild fungal growth on them as well. Aunty hadnt noticed that, hungry kids anyway dont notice such things. They took ill within a hour of the consumption-not all- just 3 of them.Aunty took them to the clinic. Dr Sharma was not there- in fact at this time everyday he was never there in his clinic-but then on other days the neighbourhood kids dont come for treatment either-so nobody knew this fact. Aunty got scared-she called Mrs Sharma for information-the wife did not know-afterall hubby is supposed to be in his clinic at this time. She called him at his cell to check out where he is- Pat comes the reply-"Am at the clinic-Attending patients, don't disturb me -call u later". Half an hour later-Mrs Sharma discovers him with the airhostess who stayed in the flat next door- it hadnt been difficult for Mrs Sharma-she had heard the flight announcements in the background when she had made that call.
The kids got well-they were attended to by the nurse in the absence of the doctor .
The latest I hear is Mrs Sharma got a very hefty alimony, the airhostess changed jobs and city, Dr Sharma's clinic is thriving as usual, thought he is rarely seen in social gatherings any more, the kids's vacations being over-they are back to school and Aunty has a new vocation these days- she is learning music.
The Cat loiters around as usual-unaware that her stealing milk resulted in a divorce!!!
Hasn't someone said ignorance is bliss!!!

one evening....

I was about to cross the road, suddenly someone tugged my dupatta. The 1st thing that came to my mind, must be some eveteaser- turned angrily to face a woman with a little baby in her hand. She was dressed extremely shabbily-saree was tattered-weather beaten face, the baby was sleeping -must have been of about 6 months or so.She asked me if i can understand hindi- I nodded . She began speaking- could barely control her tears while she spoke. She had come to the city with her husband, who apparently had got a job in a glass factory. Her husband made her wait in a park bench and went to buy some milk for the child- he did not return-it had been 2 hours since then-he had all their luggage as well. She had been wandering about trying to look for him since then.By the time she finished her story she was sobbing loudly. Clearly situation demanded that I help her-I could not leave a young village woman with no money and a small baby to fend for herself in a big city full of strangers . The first thought that came to my mind was that the baby and the mother would be hungry-I opened my purse - meagre 50 Rs lying unassumingly in a corner- Damn this ATM and card dependence- I have stopped carrying cash in large quantities -and this was too less- never-the-less i gave it to her-she took it gratefully with lots of murmurings of blessings, though the expectant look remained on her face- means a little more money would me most welcome and I couldnt agree with her more.But the nearest ATM was easily 2 kms away. And it was important to look for her husband- so I suggested Police Station- immediately she started sobbing again -saying that she hasnt done anything wrong to deserve being taken to a police station. Some people walking by began to give me strange looks-so loud were her tears. I had to explain her in my english mixed hindi that we need police's help to look for her husband, also they would be able to provide her with shelter for the night. Her sobbing would not stop-she said she would wait in the park for her husband else would go back to their village by the next bus. Her resistance was so high that I thought it better not to trouble her. Took a piece of paper and gave her my address and telephone number and asked her to contact me(though I was not sure how she would do this being illiterate) .Also advised her to go to the nearest police station for help. She thanked me and walked away. I crossed the road and walked back home. Spent a sleepless night wondering what should have been the correct thing for me to do. I kept reproaching myself for having turned away and walked back home, I was feeling extremly guilty. I kept worrying about the same thing even @ work. On my way back, while doing some window shopping-a familiar voice caught my attention-Imagine my surprise when I saw the same woman with the same saree with a different baby in her arms -she was talking to a elderly couple about 30 mts away from me-I wnt closer to them to evesdrop on their conversation. She was repeating the same story again to them- and from the sympathetic noises they were making-it seemed very likely that this time she would get more than Rs 50. I walked away feeling very sad-it seemed such a desperate move for an individual to play such a trick in the same locality every day-hunger makes a person so desperate!!! The last thought that came to my mind before sleeping that night was- does she even know the gender of the baby(s) that she carries with her to work everyday??

Headlines

Security Breach at Atomic Plant

Suspected Pak Terrorist killed in Mumbai

Medicos Cops break into scuffle

Domicile not needed for Rajya Sabha MPs says Supreme Court.

Blow to UPA-TRS to quit Alliance

Five beheaded for Withcraft

Pak Cricket Captain accused of Ball Tampering in England Tour

Foiled mid-air Terror Attack cripples UK Airport.

All of the above and more has happened in just one single day.............randomly picked up the headlines from a national daily. The day is getting over for me....
Good Night

Cinema Today

Switch on any television channel and see one of the "k" serials- chances r high that you stumble on a story of a couple getting divorced because the 2 of them are in love with someone else.

Check out some of the latest blockbusters in the hindi cinema genre- Murder, KANK- the storyline boasts of unhappy couples seeking love outside marriage.


Dont get me wrong am not part of the Moral Police Brigade- but I wonder what are our film and serial makers upto- Man-woman relationships have been and remain the most interesting topic for fiction, storytelling and cinema -agreed...But is there any reason to either justify or condemn relationships that do not fit the commonly accepted moulds- say a extramarital affair, a homosexual relationship, a live -in relationship etc etc.....

All of the above happen due to personal choice and there is nothing right or wrong about them- yet our filmmakers insist on putting a solution with someone being "right" and someone being "wrong". Why is getting married -right and getting divorced wrong? Why is being heterosexual right and homosexual wrong? I wonder when, where , how these things were decided.

Gay and lesbian relationships are always portrayed in a comic manner in Hindi Cinema, else there is a explanation given for such behaviour- reasons like abused in childhood hence turning lesbian.

Except for " monsoon weddings" am yet to see a movie dealing with the sensitive and serious topic of child abuse.

Except for "darmiyan" am yet to see a movie on the life and pains of eunuchs.

Show me one movie wherein rape is not shown either in a titilating manner or in a manner designed to make the audience sympathise with the victim- Can someone atleast make one movie wherein a rape victim is shown to bring her life back on tracks without weeping .

Cinema is the mirror of a society it is said-well if that is true then what does it say about ours- the primary task of all people here is to get married and hold elaborate functions for the same???

Terror

I have stayed in Bombay for a short time- a year and a half to be precise- there have been 3 bomb blasts during that time- The mulund bomb blasts, the ghatkoper bomb blasts and the triple blasts at the Gateway of India and Mumba Devi Temple Complex.
That was 1st hand experience with Terror.Subsequently changed locations and life changed for me. Not so for the average Mumbaikars. Eleventh of July brought back their worst memories- the serial blasts in the local trains derailed their lives again.The newspapers and TV Channels went ballistic " breaking news" . The authorities and the Intelligence went to a Blame Game mode and of course promised all help to the common man. And then came the oft repeated " tributes to the resilient spirit of Mumbai" statements. I often wonder what happens after that- a week later, a month later, a year later?? What happens to these people whose life gets disoriented by a disaster as vast as this. How do they bring their tattered lives under control again? One moment you are leading your Life, next moment death, destruction, violence, bloodshed stares u in the face. Some lose lives, some lose limbs, some lose family, some lose sanity, some lose trust .... the list is endless....And then what happens......??? What happens to those people who r victims of Terror perpetrated by someone they do not know, never been associated with them and never knowingly harmed them. What happened to the Hiroshima Nagasaki surviving victims, what happenened to the surviving holocaust victims, what happened to the 9/11 victims , what happened to the Bombay Blast victims....... How do they live life again...how do they restore their trust , their faith in life, how do they start working again.....Where do they get the strength from....I wonder if our maker's Progress Report is to be assessed- Would making the Earth count as a success or a Failure??

The End or the Beginning??

There used to be a Teleserial called "Chunauti" -the subject was drug-abuse amongst youngsters.Those were the days of Doordarshan serials- Rich in content but average in execution, less expensive production sets etc. I remember a very poignant scene in the serial-the protagonist, a young guy of about twentyfive who has been doing drugs, and is on the brink of realisation that he is on a path of no return and needs a push to change tracks-The push came unexpectedly -he takes a vacation to Kanya Kumari-our country's southern most tip which boasts of the confluence of the 2 seas and one ocean which flank our coasts- he sees the sea all around and a slice of land- and asks a lady painting nearby- "Is this the end- I see vast endless sea all around..where do I go from here......?" Without looking at him, she replied- " Depends on how you look it it....I see it as the beginning of life..The deeps end and- bright, green pastures begin where there is light, life and Hope". That was the turning point in his life.
Though I was a child when this serial used to be telecasted- I remember this scene well enough.
We all have such phases in Life- when Hope gets dim , where we start to doubt our own purpose of existence. But What is Life without Hope and what is Hope without Faith.
Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark..... But the very existence of dawn signifies that there is a morning soon to come.

My friend's brother passed away in the Kargil War- He died a Heroes' Death and the nation mourned with the Family -but soon after the beagles stopped blowing for the Martyr-the Family were left alone with their grief- the silence was deafening.But somewhere Hope and Faith were still burning faintly, and today after more than 6 years a tiny bundle of joy has entered their lives mitigating all their sorrows, the shadows of the past remain , but the darkness is gone-For Good.

My another experience with Bright Hope- He is my friend's friend- That evening we had Pizzas together. The next day he met with an accident-Doctors gave their verdict-Paralysed for life- Irrepairable damage to spinal cord. I remember the day I went to see him at the hospital-We were all trying hard to hide our tears- and he smiled at us" Damn i hate the hospital food!!" Perhaps his guardian angel woke up- perhaps he fired his guardian angel and took up the job himself- His indomitable spirit remained unscathed and This man leads a happy life today- His Wheelchair cannot bind his free mind and will.

And here I am -Sitting and Cribbing about a Bad Day@ Work

Wake up Mishi- Go....Run....Catch...The Bus......Before it is too late:)

Home

Home is where Maa and Baba are- the only 2 people in this world who love u more than u love yourself. I have always been the black sheep of the family( am not being humble). As a child I was naughty and that is a understatement in itself.
During my growing years i did show some spark of brilliance as a student, debater, quizzer, monitor of the class etc but all those achievements were eclipsed by my umpteen misdeeds and pranks.As a sibling I have always been a rebel. My elder brother(God Bless him) certainly deserved a better behaved sister. Add to this all the illnesses i managed to gather-jaundice, typhoid , chicken pox-the list is endless. All those actions that I used to take from granted- the presence of my parents close to my sick bed, baba buying me things on my mere asking for them, maa cooking for us, bearing our tantrums....Man!!! when i think about it-i just wonder-what stuff are parents made of??? How does God make them-that they have such tremendous capacity to shower love, be so loving and caring, and so patient and so forgiving-the list is endless....I always argue my with my Maa on various issues-we always have conflicting views on almost everything and yet she is always there to worry about me , to listen to my endless complains about work and other issues in life, she is the one who is always buying me jewellery and sarees, she is very easily able to detect the tremor in my voice when i am having a fever.I have been away from home since the last 5 years and each day i more and more realise the value of home, the value of having a loving and caring family.

Oh God forgive me when i whine, I have a loving family and the world is mine

Self Pity

I keep telling everyone-Don't indulge in Self Pity. Why am I so insistent on the same?? What does it matter to me if people are feeling sorry for themselves. Well the answer is I nearly spoiled my life drowning myself in dollops of self pity- now it seems like a long time ago.....the Year in which I lost everything except my life I guess- I lost a academic year, lost my health and more importantly( or so I think) my self esteem.
Hypo-Thyroidism-Nice big medical name-For me it meant -growing obese, losing sleep and appetite, being drowsy and tired at all times and also grumpy, sad, and extremely depressed. How did I manage to get into that condition- I refer to the mental symptoms- I dunno-maybe it was the teenage or maybe the peer pressure. My poor cat-how many times would I kick her in frustation-and yet she would keep coming back to sit beside me- A very important lesson learnt in life- your loved ones dont love you for your looks or your achievements-Don't be mean to them because you are going through a lean patch.
Well Sorry God- I have been a bad girl- but now I am trying to behave better and also trying to make others not go through the same route .
And Thank You Mom, Dad and Dadabhai for being such wonderful people and my dear little Cat-SORRY

Oh God forgive me when I whine
I have a lovely life and the world is mine:)

Blues

I am sad today....as I have been for the past few weeks.
I seem to be in a state of partial ennui. Work doesnt interest me-neither does anything else. I avoid talking to him-who loves me so much. I know I am causing him pain...but am not really improving on my behaviour. Mundane things disturb me like never before .And all the bigger aspects of life remain unattended to. Where on earth am I heading to?Pranayam doesnt comfort me today-the way it used to do earlier.
Am stressed for no reason...no cause...........why am I living in denial........
Maybe my friend is right-I need a break , a vacation....
Lemme post this before I feel too lazy and bored to do this:)

Shobha and Pooja

I generally surf through the TV channels while having dinner, yesterday while doing the same came across a very interesting program. Two pretty women having a debate over the treatment meted out to a underworld gangster!!! Shobha De and Pooja Bedi, both of them well known socialites and well known trendsetters in the fashion and glamour world in their respective eras. In fact there are certain similarities in the social conduct of Shobha and the late Protima Bedi-Pooja's mom.
So these two women came face to face on Pooja's show on a channel called Zoom and began discussing the hows and whys of Abu Salem's treatment in India and whether media was glamourising a criminal etc.For once I found myself agreeing to Shobha's thoughts .Having read a few of her novels-starry nights, socialite evenings,sultry days, each of them a biased sarcastic comment on Bombay Socialites, I have never considered her a "A" category writer. However for once I feel that she makes a strong point when she said that the media should not forget that the guy in question-Abu Salem is responsible for the death of thousands of people.Pooja tried to hold her fort for a long time trying to convince the other side that the right to freedom of expression cannot be denied to the media and basically the media are dishing out items that the public wanted. It was a nicely packaged , well directed interaction of two strong women who have led their lives independently and have despite the severe scrutiny of the media on their personal lives, have lived with dignity. A show where the host does not ask " So why did you stop being friends with Kareena Kapoor" , a show where an issue of national importance was discussed without any paraphernalia. Well Indian Television never ceases to surprise!!!!!