Change...

My life changes when I least expect it. Is it the same with everyone or is it just me?


I haven't been always fond of changes. After a 'wow' vacation at Kashmir I was getting bored by the monotony of life. And then, better half's decision to move to Bangalore was as sudden as I could ever imagine. It was surprising, considering his loathe for the city. Please don't ask me why! Job and house hunt became the priorities in the next few days. Luckily I landed up with my old team again.


House hunt was worrying. No one wanted tenants with a 1and 1/2 year old male Labrador. But why? Joey has been brought up in a 800 sq. ft. first floor apartment. After checking out 5-6 apartments resembling match boxes I managed to find a ground floor portion of an independent house. And the most important criteria was satisfied - keeping Joey.


The hustle and bustle died down after 15 days. Am bored! With no resolutions on my 27th birthday I have no intentions to plan now. Maybe there might be another change waiting for me. And hopefully I am not bored again...

A tribute to her!

She's an artist. A free spirit as she loved to call herself. In her early thirties, she loved herself more than anyone else in the world. A self proclaimed narcissist. And why she shouldn't be. She was beautiful in every sense of it. Sexy as every man called her.

She travelled for the love of her art. Or as she liked to call it, she 'wandered' for her art. No. It wasn't an aimless wandering. She knew what she wanted of her life. She fell in and out of love. Well. Blame the men for making her feel that they weren't worthy!


But somewhere the longing remained. She wanted her man to be with her when she wanted him the most. When she wanted a shoulder to cry on, when she wanted him to just listen to her, when she wanted to hug him. Sometimes she wondered if this lack of love is because she is a nomad.


"What the heck!" she thought. "Its my life!" And a satisfied smile spread across her face.

And... The comeback...

I just realised that I hadn't been blogging since a year. Phew! My last blog was in April 2010. All thanks to Archana Vijay Venkatesh. I love reading her blogs. And now suddenly the strong urge of the crab to break her shell and come out.


April 2010 was a sad month. I quit my most loved job. And when I say I loved my job I really mean it. Two and a half years there was fun. A mixed bag actually. And the bag had a lot of people, emotions, experiences and helluva fun. Can't start taking names here. ;) Oh man! I still miss you all lots. And not to forget Namma Bangalore too. (Sorry, but I can't call my beloved Bangalore as Bengaluru.)


Short stints at two other places was 'God knows what'. I really have no idea what the hell I was doing there. "Cultural misfit''? LOL! Maybe. But did make a few good friends there  too.


Birthday and first wedding anniversary were memorable. Thanks to (you know who) :) Trips to Kerala completed the year. And how could I not mention. I became an aunt twice. A niece and a nephew in a span of 15 days. Whoa!


And yes, my sweetheart Joey turned one too. :) God knows how bored I would have been if not him in the house.


The year ended well. A sexy holiday at Pondicherry. Every lane, every shop, even lamp posts and traffic signals got back huge waves of nostalgia. Ah! C'mon... You can't blame me for that. If you grow up at a place from the age of 13 to 23 you ought to have memories. 


2011 started off on a quiet note. The first long drive with Joey to Palakkad. Must say he wasn't as troublesome as we thought he might turn out to be. 


Hmmm... Now what next? I don't know. I really don't know... My heart's somewhere and my mind's somewhere else trying to get practical. Am going to just wait... But whatever, I've decided to continue writing.

My bucket list!

Its been a real long time. I just peeped out of my shell and lo... the harsh sunlight fell on my face. Am not very fond of the sun! Am the typical crab. Lot of changes happening around and I don't want to face it... Now am being honest. I hear others around me tell that everything happens for the good. But is it really so or just our way of consoling ourselves for not getting what we want, and accepting whatever comes our way. Very debatable heh?


Anyways I've decided to jot down my bucket list with a hope that all of this is fulfilled. Maybe am asking for too much. But what the heck. It's my life and I have all exclusive copyrights to it.


Now here's the list in no particular order. :)


1) Stand on top of Eiffel Tower when it's all lit up and watch Paris.
2) Swim in the clear sea of Mauritius.
3) Visit Manasarovar in the Himalayas and watch the sunrise and sunset. And in the process I see snow too. Yippee!
4) Watch the danseuse Shobana perform her best.
5) Drive a car at 150 kmph without any fear.
6) Watch an International ODI between India and Pakistan live from the stadium.
7) Bungee jump from the Mokai Gravity Canyon in New Zealand. Its 80 metres.
8) Eat the Moroccan tajine again. :D
9) Shop at Bangkok. ;) Ok. Am a woman and am not ashamed to be a shopaholic!!!
10) A solo Bharathanatyam performance in front of a good audience.
11) Own atleast one piece of authentic temple jewellery. An original piece!!!


A re-look at my bucket list and I notice something. My wishes are related to travel, food and dance. :)

Life's running!

My last post was on 31st March and today is 24th October. Whoa! That is quite a long time. This one was long due. But as someone said, it's never too late.

Well... I was just busy with my engagement, shopping, wedding, honeymoon and setting up the house (in that order). What a nice period! And it just went away in a wink. Quite tiring with all the running around for the sarees. Then the umpteen tailor visits for the perfect blouses. Teeny weeny shopping lists. The last minute ticket reservations. The arguments for a honeymoon destination.

Then the wedding in itself was a task. And that is when your wedding is just one out of the hundreds on that morning at Guruvayoor. Am sure that our families would never want any other kids to get married there. :) Frantic visits to temples, relatives' houses and journeys... And the end of it home sweet home at Chennai.

Packing again for Goa the next day was a little tiresome. And this time it was a pain to dig out the favorite shorts or capris from the dump of clothes already strewn around. Setting up the house after the return was also quite a task. And I forgot to mention about the regular cooking. Cooking has a special mention in my life because, one, I do not enjoy cooking and second, my husband's a better cook than me. Lucky me. ;)

And then lo! I suddenly realize yesterday that its our second month anniversary of marriage. Time sure does fly. Now resuming office work by 11 am after all the household chores and then back to them by 7 pm has become a routine. Life just goes on... Or rather life runs at a high speed...