Ideasyncrasies

I have finally moved to a new city. Unfortunately still related to the old people !! I somehow need to articulate the excitement, the joy and my wonder at this beautiful city and all its inhabitants, especially the Indians and the Pakistanis. Oh joy ! I cannot believe I'm here. Passed Knightsbridge and pinched myself just to check whether I was on the Knight Bus, also love love love all the flowers, the parks, the sausages and the beers !!!! Ok, its 3 am and i need to sleep.

I am a mommy now. Ofcourse, being mommy is just as wonderful as everyone says it is, although I am managing to spectacularly mess it up the way I mess all aspects of my disorganized, rubbish life. Aiden turned 7 months on 31 October 2015. His cute little paws grab everything they see, and he's fascinated by the food we eat. No matter what we munch on, grubby little paws keep trying to reach out for it, and he looks at our faces with such a serious expression, wondering why we are not giving him the same food. It's so funny! I am a staunch supporter of  breastfeeding and only breast milk for babies, and I really, really tried to follow this for 6 months. Even now, at work I pump, whatever little measly amounts come will surely help my baby grow better, and i feel so guilty giving him formula especially when the care giver says he asks for milk. Its such a struggle trying to be a baby led weaning, only breastfeeding, baby carrying, doggy loving mom. It's as if trying ...

Changes:  I'm married.  I ran away from home to get married. Like the movies. Unfortunately.  My dog is 4 now.   My husband loves him just as much as I do.  My husband loves me too :D  I earn quite well, for someone who once wanted to start her own dog creche and is now "managing relationships".  I still struggle with the flubber, but have currently started Zumba and LOVE it. Might be the answer.  I like to cook traditional food. Should have paid more attention to Mum in the kitchen.  I still love to read and read whenever I can.  I stopped blogging, and now feel the need to write about myself.  I dress much better than I used to, therefore I feel much better ( and poorer) than I used to :D  I love the way my husband and me complete each other's sentences.  I still like Coffee, but have it on rare occasions.  I have sort of learnt to swim. Yay ! I can now float for 2 minutes and THEN start drowni...

You should never create a title with a question mark. I've changed so much since these last posts, and reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles again, brings such wonderful memories of life when I knew nothing. I'm more inclined to spouting Ayn Rand these days. I've never been happier or sadder in my life, yet I literally feel like the pheonix, rising from the ashes. OH, what joy it is, to be so bitter and young, yet full of life and aching for knowledge, and love.

The best things in life are not free. Some of them involve your favourite slippers chewed to bits of rubber, stolen fish, anxiety attacks while running barefoot on the road calling for a monster, and lots of tears of happiness. Having a dog who loves you is not one of the best things in life. It is THE best thing. Family and chocolate comes a mere second ;)

It's like a switch; is living. It goes on and off I mean. Although here, you'd have to pay a bill for keeping it off, and maintenance charges for keeping it on. I'm missing Chinky a lot. I need a contemporary friend to replace him now. Ha, noone can really replace the missing can they ? It's like holes in your consciousness. God acts like a punch soemtimes. And then we are all tied by a ribbon to make one big fat file that noone wants to read. I'm not depressed though. I'm just stating the obvious, although I'm in a detached mode right now. Can't read, nor write. I havent read a good new book in ages, except for the newspapers abd The Economist and stuff that's itneresting but not really recreational. Thought provoking ? News is never thought provoking for me.The smell of good food is mostly. Thought and hunger provoking. I'm getting back into that dangerous phase of keeping myself happy with food, which is not good. I'm strangely happy some ...

My New born Darling. I'm worried about whether I will be able to provide for him, feed him right, anticipate his every move, and then maybe he'll send me to an old age home when he's older and has a career and family.

He's not as smart as you think he is. They're not as useful as you think they are. I'm not as patient as you think I am. We're not as stupid as you think we are. They're not as young as you think they are. She's not as lonely as you think she is. Time is not as slow as you think it is. It's not as easy as you think it is. He's not as confident as you think he is. I'm not as wrong as you think I am. We're not as different as you think we are. Change your thoughts, and you will change YOUR world. No, really !

So afraid of putting pen to paper, for fear of what may spill. Needlessly I complicate my life, but all I'm trying to do is make the best of what I have. R mentioned that something's happened to make all the Virgo's withdraw into their shells, and I know that's true when it comes to me. This birthday was a slow moving, hazy nightmare. With nothing really scary, yet so much pain. 24, and already tired of fighting life. Blessed with family, people who care, food, shelter, a job, even excess flab to support me in case there's a famine, and I'm still so unhappy ! Don't pray, so not interested in begging, or recriminations. Cliched, but true, to have everything and nothing all in one. Which is why I refuse to update this blog. No one wants to read a whine, and my sense of humour has up and disappeared, leaving behind sarcasm, tinged with fear, depression and heavy with the stench of anger.

You're supposedly the part time lover And full time friend. The craggy steep hill And where the road bends. You're the last train home The scenic myopic route The hand that keys the thoughts The head that walks on air You're the secret that I keep The cries of the gulls The storm that beckons The story still unfolds MjC

From the past 6 months or so, I resolved I needed to lose about 30 kilos, the healthiest and fastest way I could. In December 2007, I weighed all of a very flabby, miserable and roly poly 84 kilos. Needless to say, on my 5 ft 3 frame, it all looked like a very robust sack of potatoes destined for the relief of a famine ravaged country. Today, I’m a fat, but healthier 74 kilos. And the work is still in progress. It’s all a combination of diet, hunger pangs, exercise, green tea and looking long and hard at all the lovely clothes i want to wear, but cant because my flubber makes itself very prominent in spandex ltd. This post does have a point, before I ramble any more. My motto for most anything in life is, If you do what you always did, you’ll get what you always got. And that is helping me bear whatever small discomfort and big problems that life keeps throwing at me. It’s weird, how one after another I’m in such scrapes, where my reality and sense of self tethers on my uncertain futur...

I thought of this post while doing the dishes. Strange, but true, thoughts like these arise when life is at its most mundane. The rest of the time you’re too busy actually living to write about it or analyze it. I wish all my nonexistent readers would comment. Unfair, but there are some horrific blogs out there, with content that even a 5 year old would call gibberish, and they have traffic like Bombay at 7 pm, and look at me. Well, my inner voice screams, no one comments because no one updates :D So there, I begin. 10 reasons why I can’t become a nun. Despite my childhood dreams of becoming a nun, here are the reasons why I shall fail miserably at that vocation Reason 1: I am too much of an Elitist. No no, I can sit cross legged and enjoy a meal on Banana leaves and drink water out of my hands, but when it comes to the language, oh well, I am a Nazi. Example; Conversation with Mr F,I say I'm not interested in that, thank you. Idiot then asks me, hey, why are you thanking me, what ...

She walked a mile in his shoes He walked along with her What they found none divulged But only time would tell. Se asked him for a little loaf He gave her bread aplenty They broke bread together often; yet She always went hungry. He wanted more, he always did She yearned for quiet and peace, They justified the distance when Their opinions never did meet. They thought alike, friends together Each other's sole companions The years went by and still they met With knowledge incomplete. He asked her for a little book, A little love, a little pen. She gave him all that and more; Two friends who shared their shoes.

One of my favourite poets Ogden Nash once said, and I quote; "Because some tortures are physical and some are mental, But the one that is both is dental. It is hard to be self-possessed With your jaw digging into your chest." I empathize. I had this awful gap where my molar or premolar or one of those teeth that help me chew those steaks was supposed to be. It had stubbornly resisted the onslaught of beef, gum, chocolates, and what not, and the root refused to dislodge from wherever it was comfortably sitting. This led to an awful stench, every time i opened my mouth it smelt like the backwaters of Bombay so i just had to have it extracted. Off i went, skippety hoppety to the dentist. Now, I'm very stoic, and sweet and even tempered. The milk of human kindness runs in my veins like the Ganges, perennial and with a constant stream of people doing their best to wash their dirty linen in it. But, but, BUT, that dentist really tried my patience, and how. He took one look at m...

I'm back in Oman, and it feels so strange. I'm in solitary confinement, all friends so far away, no long 1 rupee calls away ... no vada pao, no pani puri's, no Julie, no kulfi or CCD at Marine drive, and oh, most of all, no dirt, no trains, no Bandra shopping, no bus hopping, no Goa... And you get the point. Will blog about the holiday in a while. If i do it now I'll start sobbing my guts out and that is bad for my diet. Water should retent ;D

The other day,while chatting with a friend, i came up with one of my inevitable wisecracks. We were just discussing this Damocles sword hanging over my head, in the form of the CFA Level 1 ...and how I really needed help and prayers. I asked him to pray for me, apparently since God nowadays listens to sinners. He replied, "But I thought God helped those who helps themselves." I said, " Oh, no God is changing. Someone moved his cheese." Guffaw.

Got this from Divya's blog ... Ok, Rules: 1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle. 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer. 3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. Here goes !!! 1.IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY? Ans. Kryptonite -3 doors down. (If i go crazy then will you still call me Sooopermaaan) :D 2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY ? Ans. Bryan Adams- On a day like today (The whole world could change) 3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Ans. The Beegees - Still waters run deep. :) 4.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Ans. The Beegees -How deep is your love (yes well the Lord does like to rub it in...I'm very single and ready to mingle) 5.WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF YOUR LIFE ? Ans. Brad Carter- Morning always comes too soon. (hahahahahahahahahahaha ...yes, procrastination it is) 6.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Ans. Alphaville- All about the money (yeah well now YOU know it too :( ...mercenary i am) 7.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Ans. Bobby Mcferr...

My brother is doing strange things these days. Oh, its not that I can stand most of the shenanigans he’s usually up to, but my sibling is beginning to worry me. Today I caught him drinking water out of a bottle. Now don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing strange about that, but umm, it’s the way he was doing it. He has made a hole in the cap, and was squeezing the bottle so that the water spurted out of the hole into his mouth. It sort of looked like the bottle was pissing into his mouth. Must be the exam stress, Makes people behave unusually. I wonder if my stress manifested itself like that. I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell …next song on the playlist by default. Divine advice.

After all the stuff I've been reading, thinking and then blogging about, i decided to stay away from this part of the world for a while. Utter rubbish i tell you ! Love and all phoooey goeey. So Kaka! Well, since i stayed away i know for sure YOU stayed away too :D ...oh and you can blame it on the Lenten fast. I swear, despite my love for chocolates, if the Easter bunny comes around now, I might just ignore the proferred chocolate eggs and roast the bugger for dinner. Even my dreams are of Roast chicken and potatoes :( But ahh, something really funny happened the other day. As usual, i was grumbling about all the stuff i didn't have, and how things were not happening in my life ( like ha, things could happen in this pocket of the world) and my dad told me this anecdote ..but yes, after crying and then laughing my guts out, i decided to blog it for posterity. A Jew ( I'm not anti - semitic so I'm sorry because it's always a Jew in these cases) but yes, a Jew prayed...