Sunday, February 27, 2011

the alumni meet

It was a walk down the memory lane for him. He walked past the school corridors with images flashing in his mind. He had been punished here. Made to kneel down with his hands above his head. He had cracked jokes with his friends and wished teachers as they walked past. He tried to recollect the school prayer and could not remember anything past the first few words. He smiled to himself.

He walked down to a sea of faces. Some looked vaguely familiar and some he waved out to, calling them by names. They all stood by quietly chatting and catching up on their lives. Then he saw her. Sitting in a corner unnoticed and furiously typing on her blackberry. He smiled involuntarily. She looked lovely in a black sari with gold border. He took his time to just watch her. The way her hair fell across her face and the way she brushed it back impatiently. He observed the khol in her eyes. But then, he smiled remembering she always wore khol. Even in school as a teenager, she used to look lovely to him, even in the grey uniform. His heart used to flutter when she walked past him. He used to wonder if she had heard it. He would wonder if she had seen it in his eyes. He wondered if she knew that he used to create reasons to go down to her floor hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

He could not hold back any longer. He softly walked to her, and whispered into her ears, "You look lovely today wifey"

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


I have always loved homes with nice smells. As a child I grew up in a very friendly neighborhood and was always up and about, playing with my friends in their homes. I always used to remember their home by its smell. One would smell of masalas, one would smell of incense, one would smell of medicine, one would smell...well the sugary sorts. But ofcourse, I loved the way my home smelt. It smelt of my dad's aftershave. And that used to offer me a lot of comfort and security.

As I grew up a little, I started loving the smell of books. I would be constantly found in the library entrance, impatiently waiting for the apartment library to be opened. Once that phase passed and I entered college, I would get lost in the smells of either perfumes or soaps or even the smell of a computer lab. Our lab always smelt of burnt wires. Don't ask me why!

When I was a girl, I always wanted my home to be fragrant with scented candles or room fresheners.

Now that I am a woman, I only want my home to smell of love.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Random curiosity

It is quite early in the morning. And I am day-dreaming. About whom? You ask? You. Yes. You. I wonder who reads all this stuff that I write. I wonder if it touches you somehow. I wonder if you smile. I wonder if you cry. Do they just find me a silly girl or a dramatic one perhaps?

I am curious like that. I constantly what to know the whys and whats and whens and hows. I would like to know what goes on in your mind. I want to know what you are thinking right now. Does that sound crazy? Normal? Am I blabbering? Do you want to scream a "shut up" at me? Do you want me to write a bit more?

I want to know. Right now.

PS: Curiosity kills the cat, but I am still alive. Meaww!
PPS: Okay, I just re-read all that and it was really and totally....blah!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

This is me

Yes...this is me. And I like me like that. And I have been saying this even before Geet of Jab we met, was born. So there.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The baaba, the babe and beyond...

This honeymoon trip to Rajasthan changed everything. It changed my status from being single to married. It changed my lifestyle. It changed my dressing sense. It changed my eating habits ( I am now 10Kgs lesser than I was when I got married). It obviously changed my sleeping habits.

If you are thinking crude thoughts just now, you better shake them off.

Moving on, the one week that we spent travelling across Jaipur, Jaisalmer, Jodhpur, Chittorgadh, Udaipur and back to Jaipur was one heck of a trip! We still remember everyday, every fort, every chai pakodi stop, every peacock, every glorious sunrise, sunset and most definitely every camel we saw. My husband swears he saw our babloo strolling on the streets of Bangalore the other day. But thats another story.

So, back to why I am telling you a small part of my honeymoon is a contest by in association with I had earlier posted the purpose of my travel . But I will now reveal a memory behind it.

So, we went to this place called Chowki dhani, which is on the outskirts of Jaipur. A five star village resort, they call it. They have camel and elephant rides, massage centers, magicians, Rajasthani folk music and dance, giant wheel ,tree houses, loads of good Rajasthani food (sniff, I still smell the aroma of dal bhaati) and cots randomly placed for guests to lie down and gaze at stars. We were just strolling around and we spotted this astrologer sitting beside a small tulsi plant and he called out to us. He insisted on reading our palms and telling us our destiny. He was hilarious. He said that we will be rich, we will be healthy, we will have a great life and so on and posed really well for us. He read my palm and said we will have two kids. Balaji and me blushed so furiously at that one!! I mean, come on, we were literally strangers then, and this guy comes along with an impish smile and a twinkle in his eye and that is what he rattles on about! We had no idea where to look!

But anyway, we loved his style of speech, his Hindi with a Rajasthani accent. So much that we remember his cute smile and his comments and laugh on and off. It used to be one of our private jokes, but then, what the heck!

PS:I do NOT look so plump anymore :D
PPS: If you are in Jaipur, please go to LMB and eat the kachori and drink the yummiest lassi in the world. I promise you, you will not regret it.