.... has been really good. Its my mom's birthday today and Father's day as well. So the day started with talking to folks back in Thane.
Cooked, cleaned, shopped (for CIF, Vim Liquid and the likes/no clothes), cooked (dinner), updated some pics on FB, watched the movie Wake Up Sid.
Not bad at all. This Sunday is has been the perfect Sunday so far! And now time for some football...
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monsoon and some happy memories... :)
So, it rains eh?! And what a change in the weather.. As lovely as it can get! Just about a week back, I heard people at work, at the bus stop, in the market and just about everywhere talk about the humidity and the heat. After last night's downpour, I see that everyone is talking about the plight of Mumbai during monsoons, most of the Facebook updates (including mine) are about the pathetic condition of Mumbai roads, highways and water-clogging. Sad. I mean, this is not the Mumbai or Bombay that we grew up in. Just reminded of some memories that I want to pen down..
PS: I'm sure I'll come back grumbling about the darker side of Mumbai monsoons. Till then over and out.
- As a kid, I used to wait from April for the monsoons. The entire gang in the building (of almost 20 of us) would prepare parachutes using stones and plastic covers and throw 'em up in the air thinking this would bring rains faster! LOL, whatever! Getting drenched in the first shower was something that I have never missed as a kid. Cold, cough, running nose and mom yelling at me were a part and parcel of the process. Fever? Yes. Bunking school coz of fever? A big yes! Good old days!!
- Let me talk about a cute li'l gift from an amazing woman. A red colored umbrella. It was my first umbrella and it had a whistle at the handle. It was my gift from mamma for getting 1st rank in 3rd standard annual exams! This red thing is very special to me since it had pictures of my fav Barbie all over it. Gosh, I need to go to Thane and find out if its still safe and intact in mom's wardrobe.
- Gumboots. Oh yes, who can forget them! Those sad looking shoes, that went right upto the calves, where something that I was crazy about (on the hindsight, I was a complete fashion disaster). I remember dadda using Cherry Blossom to polish my sad gumboots and this was something that was so sacred to him that it was a daily activity. Never mind, his naughty daughter who ensured to walk into every puddle that she spotted on the roads! To this day, dad never leaves for work without his shoes shining all happy and bright.
- Lazy Sunday afternoon, rains, books and hot filter kaapi prepared by mamma. Perfect! I wont type anything more about this since, some things are so beautiful that they should not be described too much.
- Vidz (school friend) and I had a monsoon ritual. Every Saturday, while coming back from school, we would buy roasted corn (bhutta), separate the corn (the daana) from its stem, eat some part of it and take the remaining back to our homes. Aww man! Talk about loving, caring and sharing.. Hehehehe...
- My college toli used to measure the length and breadth of all the roads in Mulund. We HAD to roam aimlessly during monsoons and go to all godforsaken places in our quest of bhajjias.
- Monsoon during Axis days were the best! Murali (one of my very close friends), being the biggest foodie ever known to mankind, used to buy some piping hot kothimbhir wadis as afternoon snack and keep them in the pantry. Almost everyday. So one look at the branch at around 1 pm and if it was empty, yes we were in the pantry, eating those super spicy wadis! I, being the Cashier (Teller), was not allowed to leave the cash room during business hours and the working hours were 9.30 AM to 3.30 PM. Big deal! I had to eat those, boss! *Evil grin* The fights that used to happen between the branch officials for 'that' one piece of kothimbir wadi - legendary!
PS: I'm sure I'll come back grumbling about the darker side of Mumbai monsoons. Till then over and out.
Friday, June 4, 2010
New blog, new post from a new home!
Dearies!!!! Well, here I am... Feels good to have finally made up my mind at-least about something. Yes, a new blog, the first post and like the title says, I'm typing this from my new (rented) home in Kandivali. :)
The shifting happened exactly a week back and boy, it was madness in the literal sense of the term. Normal scenario (ideal - grrr I hate this word) - you have to pack some stuff, dispose some stuff and move. Picture the real scene (I hate this even more!) - you have to decide from what's to be packed and what's NOT supposed to be disposed. And this process of decision-making needs to be done for each and every item in the house, the age of which ranges from 0-35 years! Yes, some stuff are older than the building itself (that has gone for redevelopment). The problem arises when you associate sentiments to lamest of lame items! Imagine my horror, when I was asked not to dispose off a broken bald doll, who's a little older than Ram. I wasnt given any reason.
Anyways, my name is safely listed in the category you-are-a-stone-and-you-dont-value-sentiments. As a matter of fact, I'm not sentimental, atleast when it comes to disposing off trash.
I was in charge of most of the items, except for some part that I'm not allowed to be a part of. People who know my husband would have guessed by now that I'm talking about not being a part of his "music world". His 2 wives (a Hobner and an Ibanez) and ten million music cds, DVDs and amps and capos and all. I've actually been warned like - ok, if you wanna avoid any sort of ugly conversation/confrontation with me, DONT TOUCH THESE and mind you this warning is more than 8 years old. So let's not go there...
The new house is one cozy nest... Yes, we had to to a lot of initial repair/cleaning work, but the feel of this flat is quite endearing. And this house will be all the more special to me since it helped me overcome one of my worst fears! Of not being able to climb even on a 3 feet stool. But like they say, life teaches you things in her own way. Well it so happened that this flat initially didnt have any provision for hanging the clothes to dry. So I had to climb on the threshold of the balcony and tie some plastic ropes. FYI this flat is on the 5th floor. I'm not talking much about what happened and what I went through but one thing's for sure. I have never ever recited Hanuman Chalisa with so much of sincerity, I tell you. And now, I can look down from a 12 storey tower or moving water from heights and all.
Well all's well that end's well and I'm stopping here for now. In fact, there isnt anything much to write about, since the house has become a home now and I and Ram are loving it every bit.. :)... Will try and post some pics soon.
PS: One of the next posts would be on shopping.
The shifting happened exactly a week back and boy, it was madness in the literal sense of the term. Normal scenario (ideal - grrr I hate this word) - you have to pack some stuff, dispose some stuff and move. Picture the real scene (I hate this even more!) - you have to decide from what's to be packed and what's NOT supposed to be disposed. And this process of decision-making needs to be done for each and every item in the house, the age of which ranges from 0-35 years! Yes, some stuff are older than the building itself (that has gone for redevelopment). The problem arises when you associate sentiments to lamest of lame items! Imagine my horror, when I was asked not to dispose off a broken bald doll, who's a little older than Ram. I wasnt given any reason.
Anyways, my name is safely listed in the category you-are-a-stone-and-you-dont-value-sentiments. As a matter of fact, I'm not sentimental, atleast when it comes to disposing off trash.
I was in charge of most of the items, except for some part that I'm not allowed to be a part of. People who know my husband would have guessed by now that I'm talking about not being a part of his "music world". His 2 wives (a Hobner and an Ibanez) and ten million music cds, DVDs and amps and capos and all. I've actually been warned like - ok, if you wanna avoid any sort of ugly conversation/confrontation with me, DONT TOUCH THESE and mind you this warning is more than 8 years old. So let's not go there...
The new house is one cozy nest... Yes, we had to to a lot of initial repair/cleaning work, but the feel of this flat is quite endearing. And this house will be all the more special to me since it helped me overcome one of my worst fears! Of not being able to climb even on a 3 feet stool. But like they say, life teaches you things in her own way. Well it so happened that this flat initially didnt have any provision for hanging the clothes to dry. So I had to climb on the threshold of the balcony and tie some plastic ropes. FYI this flat is on the 5th floor. I'm not talking much about what happened and what I went through but one thing's for sure. I have never ever recited Hanuman Chalisa with so much of sincerity, I tell you. And now, I can look down from a 12 storey tower or moving water from heights and all.
Well all's well that end's well and I'm stopping here for now. In fact, there isnt anything much to write about, since the house has become a home now and I and Ram are loving it every bit.. :)... Will try and post some pics soon.
PS: One of the next posts would be on shopping.
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