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 !!
Tumbling out of bed, with ruffled hair, creased fore head
and glasses poised on the bridge of his nose. This is how you will find
Grandpaa every morning! After a brief freshening up session, you can find him
in the lawn, sipping his cuppa, and the
calender lying beside him. Open to anyone who wants to peep in,,,but dare
not touch it. He is highly possessive and he can bite off your hand, in case
you get too close.
calender, gives Grandpaa, his daily dose of astrology, good days
and bad days. Good time and bad time on any given day of the year. and a lot
more, (which actually I don’t understand much !) This sounds like a strange
Now the moon is passing through the month of OCTOBER- 2015
Grandpaa knows that October has off-season rains, thunder
and lightning storms (without rains) People fall sick. Pitru Maas happens, i.e.
when we offer our sorry-s and thank you-s to the departed elders of the
family. The bitter-sweet memories of
the loved ones. The love they have received and the fights they have fought.
Festivities do not stop,,, Enters Mother of all energies…Maa Durga in all her avtaars, over a period of
the famous NAVRATRI..:- meaning nine nights. This includes, a dance form called the
Garba, adorning themselves with extremely colourful clothes, just as bright accessories and kind of rock and rolling to
the beats of the Dhol.
You should know a Gujarati family at this time of the
year, to get the full essence of the Navratri !!
Not to forget the important days in his vast social
circle – birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, and the due dates of the
yet-to-be-borns, .Grandpaa’s calendar is marked with various coloured sketch
2015 has begun and
all ready to finish. Just as the sun rises and sets. Happenings happen, coz
time and tide wait for no man. No one can change the past or foresee the
future. Grandpaa makes his calculations based
on a bit of mathematics, physics and loads of his life time experiences. Some turn
accurate and others go for a toss. But nothing can erase the bitter sweet memories etched in the minds and hearts, made throughout
the entire year.
Learn from the past andget ready for 2016. Nothing is good and nothing is bad.
Bitter and sweet go hand in hand. This is life’s journey. Bye Bye 2015 and Hi 2016.
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. Yeah..yeah… the surpri…
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 recipes or maids or milkman or moron…