I'm a mixture of a traditional and a modern Indian married woman. Love all the Indian cultures, festivities, cuisine and everything Indian....simultaneously love to hold a drink while gossiping,
to hit the dance floor, dressed comfortably most of the times.
Talk, Eat, Sleep, Travel, Friends,..you can place that in any order.
And yes...That's me !!
Hello out there!! Just a brief description of myself… slim, tall and
beautiful. A rowdy mass of curly locks, overflowing my shoulders and resting
around my tiny waist.Famous or rather
infamous for my characteristic wild flying temper, engulfing any ill-fated soul
crossing my path.
Coming from a well to do family, had all my needs taken care of. In fact,
taken care to that extent, which made me an insufferable companion.Friends
nicknamed me , A Snob, ‘'Gauri’s head in air’’
I hated parent teacher meeting, because it brought my Kannada-speaking mother
in the presence of my---highly sophisticated--- English speaking convent
teachers, the -- nose- in- the- air- types. Being an extremely sooper-good
cook, mother, always thought, the way to a teachers heart, is through the stomach.
Neatly packed some Bisibele Bhaath , to be passed around the staff room tables,
Totally unbelievable!! How onearth can
my mother do such things?? Hope this episode has skipped the classmates’ roving
All the teachers loved n pampered me. Seriously, cannot come to any conclusion,
whether, my mother’s Bisibele Bhaath did it or was it my intelligence?
Miss Snooty Me, did well at the Ramp, anyways, that’s what a show
stopper is for..is’nt she? Seen at all the stage shows, teamed with the hunks
for the plays, as the lead pair. Bagged all the Antakshari awards, Debates, One
minute talk shows and the rest.
a riot we created!! ...winning all the way!!
Got through college with flying colors.. . Placed in my dream job too.!
Mother continued to pamper anyone who she thought needed to be fed.
I stepped out into the big bad world. All set to face the wolves
The steady, silent spectator to all my tantrums is a simple saree clad lady, whose two strong sturdy-shoulders, always ready to absorb a tear or two, or
just act as a warm cozy comfortable cushion, to ease a worried head. Always
ready to lend a patient ear to all my blabber, who else? But of course, My Darling
I started to jot down on paper all that passed my vocal cords. My job as a
script writer in this movie hungry nation was not a cake walk. Bollywood never
sleeps. Nor do I. Step by step, climbed this notorious ladder, avoiding all the
couches. My air, attitude and acid tongue pulled me out of the ruts, many a
A hectic week ahead, deadlines, tight schedules, meetings, travels and
not to mention -- the enormous work load !! On a continuous war path with the
travel agents, the airlines, Patrick - my poor poker-faced driver, Manu the
maid who carried out all the mundane jobs, Gary the gardener, Swapna the sweeper, and who so ever crossed my
In the middle of all this highly chaotic confusion, can hear the drone
of a voice, calling Gauri. Telling her the rooster heralds the start of the
And it’s time to
GET SET and Go !! Life couldn’t get any better., No?
Now,Is this the ‘Writer’s Wildest Dream Come True’ Scene?
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…
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.
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. …