Monthly Archives: September 2013

bad memory

“Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.” – Albert Schweitzer


a test for mummy

This is a test for mummy. She said she read my blog and will read it regularly. As soon as I asked for her opinion, she handed the phone to Papa… sigh! Hmmmm… I do trust her but my eyes are squinting wanting to ‘verify’ her statement.

So, this is what I’ll do – I’ll write about what I plan to send as her birthday gift. Knowing her, she is incapable of hiding a thing and will spit out the excitement in a jiffy.

She is the reason why I am conscious about health. While Papa has brought fitness into family, she has been the nutrition expert. She will add weird stuff to our food and it’ll still taste delicious. At our residence, flaxseed hides into the naan, an idli befriends oat bran, spinach somehow sneaks into lentils, and soy nuggets pop up when I’m expecting paneer.

I coerced her to take back some of her favorites to India but her luggage already knew no bounds. So, I am about to make a small basket of all the things she misses:

  • A bag of quinoa,
  • A pound of flaxseed,
  • Some chia seeds,
  • Dark chocolate covered acai berries,
  • Little oat bran,
  • A few hazelnuts,
  • Raw agave nector, and
  • Ritter Sport dark chocolate.

Riley has now been replaced and Wikipedia needs some catching up!

Smile, laughter, and a bit of giggle,
Showing all 32 and everything in the middle,

Pillows are stuffed and candle is lit,
A grey scarf that’s remaining to be knit,

Another little nephew on his way,
Disney gifts just awaiting the day,

Business travel booked for October,
Mummy’s birthday, we’ll celebrate together,

Christmas is coming, I’ll put the lights,
Days are shorter, amazing are the nights,

Look at me, I’m all smiley,
Roohi’s winning, poor little Riley!

I have a coconut

cracked coconut with big splash
Coconut is a life force and so is a friend.

It could be either or all – a fruit, nut, or seed. A total darling, silly to the core, or one who lightens up the path.

Coconut contains sugar, dietary fiber, protein, antioxidants, vitamins, and minerals, and provides an electrolytic balance. A friend for an uplift, energy overdose, and a Julia-Roberts smile – sugar. A friend for a reality check and a reminder for duties necessary – dietary fiber. One to inject strength – protein. Basic instincts, basic protective instincts – antioxidants. Someone to regulate motion, to balance emotion – vitamins. One to show you your beginning and force you down to earth – minerals. By letting you cry and laugh, bitch and moan, someone to bring equilibrium – electrolytic balance.

It can have many complex layers, hairs that are irritating to your hands, and stubborn in their ways and shell that is hard to crack and rigid on the surface. It is at all times, dark and light. It is in every way as hard as as it is soft. It is purely complicated and complicatedly pure. In each distinct form, it covers all states of matter – solid, liquid, and gas.

Under the unbreakable, it is brittle. Camouflaged in strength is its weak spot. Hidden in the dark is the bright light.

Coconut is a life force and so is a friend. I have a coconut, do you?

profess. protect. provide.


Believe it or not but it apparently starts at the ultrasound. The doctor observes an external reproductive organ and the training starts – training for fixing a light bulb, training for how not to cry, and training for punching the kid who teases your sister. Men are taught to be tough, to work hard, to protect, and to carry on the family name. Since the moment they gain consciousness of their being, they’re forced to be driven – driven by who they are, what they do, and how much they make. It’s encrypted in their DNA.

Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love – it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing, generous and sweet, and unconditional. Pure. If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a mountain for you. If you are her man, she will shine you up when you’re dusty, encourage you when you’re at rock bottom, hold you in her arms when you’re sick, and laugh with you when you’re up. That’s a woman’s love – it stands the test of time, logic, and all circumstance.”

Man’s love?… Uh…Slightly different. And if you expect the same in return, you’re just asking for trouble. If a man expresses his love at 7:15pm, it is probably not going to dissolve at 7:45pm so quit asking him ‘do you still love me?’ every half hour!

Men love. They love a great deal. They do, they really do, but in their own way.

Profess. Protect. Provide.

As soon as he recognizes you’re the one, he will pin you down and announce in an open field. This is to immediately cut off all ‘other’ accessibility in the market. If he somehow figures out your password, he may even delete your account. Your Facebook relationship status may change overnight. If he loves you, he will protect your well-being and consider your happiness. He will carry the bags, fight the ex, fill up the gas tank, and may even change the diapers once in a while. He may moan and crib, but fear not for he will change the diapers once in a while – just once in a while.

Steve goes on teasing different topics and creating ripple effects. A few next chapters talk about what a man wants in return – support, loyalty, and the Cookie! Steve targets at knowing the difference between when a man is sports fishing vs. when he’ll keep the fish. Steve also highlights the standards that women desire that make women more desirable.

One of the few books that got me desiring a man and cracking me up at the same time. The book is serious without any seriousness.

A man is always expected to ask you out on a date, to buy the movie ticket, to take care of the food bill, and to drop you back home safely. It is also an indisputable duty of a man to open the door for the lady. Steve says let him and let him because he should. I’m beginning to discover a new found respect for Steve Harvey and I’m going to give this a try. I’m going to ‘Act like a lady, think like a man,’ and give this a try.

il dolce far niente


Bills are paid, kitchen is scrubbed, and succulents are nourished. Fridge is full, running shoes are exhausted, and nails are colored. I’ve changed clothes and rolled up sleeves in prepartion for my next heavy task: do nothing.

To some, these are just 2 words.
To some, it’s a philosophy.
To some, it’s an art.
To some, it’s a way of life.

‘The sweetness of doing nothing.’ – Eat, Pray, Love


kyu raaton ko main ab chain se so na sakoon…
kyu aata nahi mujhe din main bhi chain-o-sukoon…
kyu aisa hota hai main khud se hi baatein karoon…
kyu tu jo bole koi sune na wo main hi sunoon…

dil ye bekarar kyu hai, ispe dhun sawaar kyu hai, kyu hai ye khumaar kyu hai, tu bata…
tera intezaar kyu hai, tujhpe aitbaar kyu hai, kyu hai ye khumaar kyu hai, tu bata…


why are the nights teasing me? why are the days no less forgiving? why do I catch me talking to myself? why only I can listen to your words?

why is this heart so restless? why is it acting this crazy? why is there such intoxication, tell me…
why is there this wait for you? why is there such blind trust for you? why is there such intoxication, tell me…