Oh !! My Mornings !!

Hello and a Warm Good Morning. !

Are my mornings really good? I have a story to tell.
Let's take a look.

I have always been a kind of a night animal. Could stay up late nights, right up to the wee hours of the next day. Studying for an exam, last minute revisions, chit-chatting with girl-friends, midnight coffee or maggi, crying/pouring my heart out on the phone to a friend past 12 am, giggling sessions, night out with the notorious lot, it was all under the wraps of the moon and the stars.
It always was. Then, it's no wonder the mornings were fuzzy, cloudy and all dreamy.

During my early teens, this South Indian girl in oiled two plaits had a runny nose or a severely blocked one on a daily basis. To make matters worse, unstoppable bouts of sneezing, caused red and watery eyes, being the reason to be jeered at by classmates.
This brought us to the doorsteps of a series of doctors. All of them simply had just one solution. To get up only after the sun rises and is well…

The Little Rose Plant

The  Little Rose Plant

The Little Rose Plant

The relentless downpour refused to hear to my pleas. The skies loved the grey water-laden clouds for company. The dogs howled and let out eerie sounds, in the middle of a stormy night. The lightening flashed, as if, I'm all set for a photo shoot.
The fact being, I'm wrapped in rugs to keep myself warm. I'm in a grey mood too.

Minutes stretched to hours and hours to days and days to weeks.

My Mexican-grass lawns submerged. Creepers fell on the ground along with their supporters. Sturdy old trees, over burdened with the weight of their branches, bowing down with respect to the rains and winds.The only ones seeming happy and not affected are the potted rose plants. The pots held the soil in place, and let the excess water to drain out. Being short shrubs, they stood straight through the deluge. Highly refreshed. Such a pleasure to see them smiling. They made my heart sing, right through my grey moods. They nodded and winked at me, when …

One Wrong Word

One Wrong Word.

 An urgent situation arose and I needed to rush to Hyderabad on work.
(Perks of being in the Top Management cadre.) Cancelled attending a friend’s get together. (It was her first. It was important to her.)
Office admin booked an unearthly early morning flight. Had to leave home by 3.30 am., to reach the airport by 4.30am. The flight was scheduled at 5.30am.

        1) Not a penny in my pocket rushed to the nearest ATM past midnight. The wicked ATM machine refused to give me any money. Instead, ejected a notification saying, FRAUDULENT CARD !! I, Begged, Borrowed and Stole, anyway it was past midnight. Because that’s what fraudsters do!
       2) The lady who resides on the topmost floor of my building closed the main water outlet.              (Perks of owning a penthouse ) She refused to listen to any pleas. I Needed to Loo, Brush and Bathe… without water !! Left the house with an unclean feeling, to face a tough day.
       3) Got into an old, dirty and dusty cab. …

That Girl in a Mirror

That Girl in a Mirror

She was a caring daughter and a sister. Always helping out her siblings with trivial nick knacks.
Bailing them out. At the beck and call of her parents and elders. A dutiful wife and daughter in law.
And now a mother too. Bound by the hustle bustle of a married life.
She never gave the professional life a daylight break.
Everyone was very okay with this girl in the mirror, as their needs were fulfilled and catered to.

The family and friends basked in the warmth spread around. The years rolled.
The in laws passed on, the children grew up, the families became nuclear.  
The receding hairlines, the greying crescent hair dos, (that much only was left on the balding heads),
Was being a silent witness.

Now, the family wonders: - what the bloody hell did this woman do all her life.?
She has wasted her education. No graphs of professional ladders scaled. No social status with the big-wigs in town.
No technical know-how. Needed analogy of recip…

My Winter Stay in Bangalore

Hello Friends, Strictly Only to the Non Vegetarian Ones,

To a person settled in Mumbai for the last 22 odd years, Bangalore winters can be really mean.

@Suresh Sanyasi,  my brother told me to look up #@LiciousFoods and I will not feel abandoned. Out of pure boredom, I did just that. And true to his word,, a feel of comfort enveloped my temporary single existence, in Chilly Bangalore.

As I went through the eye captivating pictures on #Licious, my hungry stomach drooled. And I could not resist but order my favorites from the varied spread available. I had to silence my growling stomach, is it not?  Or else, what will my new neighbors think?

Though I’m not a techie or any device geek, downloading the #Licious phone app was very simple. Looked out for the nearest outlet and ordered away.

In less the promised delivery time, my #Licious man was at my door, asking for me by my name. This , I’m saying, because, now,  to everyone I’m only Suresh Sanyasi’s sister from Mumbai.

Yeah..yeah… the surpri…

The Little Red Riding Hood

The Little Red Riding Hood

I Got up. Walked to the nearest window. Looked outside. What do I see? A great view.
The view I saw outside my window, took me back to my pre primary classroom. Many decades ago. Exactly like…. Once upon a time…..

I loved that time when our teacher, Mrs. Hicks brought in the big fat book of Fairy Tales. She would read to us one tale after another with so much of animation in her voice, that I always sailed into another world. A world of fairies, pixies and demons, elves, gnomes and goblins. The characters stepped out of Mrs. Hicks books and did all the things her voice led them to perform. A beautiful play. And in the middle of the entire drama, sat a little, young and innocent ME, taking in every word and sigh, Mrs Hicks brought out.  Believing and absorbing every word and visualising the characters prancing around me in their colourful costumes.

Just to mention a few of my favourites.. Hansel and Gretel, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Rapunzel, The Three Lit…

Water Water Everywhere

Surprisingly...water was a difficult thing to write about. such a common commodity,found all around and, spoken so much about it. Uff !!  Gave my mind something to chew aabout for the whole day. 

Generally I don't google for info, but today I did.
And this is what I found....
Water molecules form hydrogen bonds with each other and are strongly polar. ... Its hydrogen bonding causes its many unique properties, such as having a solid form less dense than its liquid form, a relatively high boiling point of 100 °C for its molar mass, and a high heat capacity. Density: 1 g/cm³ Boiling point: 99.98 °C Formula: H2O Melting point: 0 °C Molar mass: 18.01528 g/mol IUPAC ID: Water, Oxidane Because water seems so ubiquitous, many people are unaware of the unusual and unique properties of water, including: ·         Boiling Point and Freezing Point. ·         Surface Tension, Heat of Vaporization, and Vapor Pressure. ·         Viscosity and Cohesion. ·         Solid State.