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!!!!!