SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2009 A Solitary Reaper The end of 2009 is around the corner.Nearly a decade into the 21st century! Along with the time my emotions are also on a roller-coaster ride which never seems to stop.The ups have just been a few while the downs override. Am still trying to come to terms with being on my own but when the kids come down its PAAAARRTTYYYY time.November came and went and i didn't realise it as time flew when my son was visiting.He is a tall,handsome young man now and am really a proud mom.Sometimes I really wonder...

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2009  SAGA OF A TATKAL PASSPORT Ye hai India meri jaan! My friends said...So very true! My daughter had got an internship in Ukraine and needed a passport within a week. I was advised to go for the Tatkal scheme and asked to get my daughter back home. She studies in Delhi. Well, flew her down from Delhi, then she doesn’t get a ticket on the train or any bus. Late night she travels on an ordinary RTC bus in this blistering heat and gets home. In the morning we get ourselves to the commissioner’s office along...

Books & Me Books have been a constant companion since I was 5 I guess.....my best friends too!!Books were like a magic window for me which made me soar into a fantasy world which I created in my imagination.....I was Cinderella and Snow White......I was Alice and I was Sleeping beauty too......:) What a wonderful feeling it is to create all these images in the mind.......can any movie or serial compare with these images? Never!! That’s why I always believe that reading makes our mind work while the idiot box....makes us idiots. I am glad I could pass on this...

January 30th,2009   FACE IN THE CROWD I follow a strict almost disciplined life! Morning starts with a brisk brushing and 3 glasses of warm water Hurried morning ablutions over, gulp down the breakfast my maid puts in front of me and rush to office for the day’s routine. My day has started!!! Work, work, work……gossip over lunch….a power nap, more work and pack up at 5.Once I reach home I change speedily into my funky track pants, tee and my silver...

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 2008 Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things These are the words from the song..My Favorite things, from the legendary classic musical-Sound of Music. In the whirlwind of our day to day frenzied life and our continuous race against time we have forgotten the little little things that give us immense pleasure. We don’t have the time to watch the glorious break of dawn…..when the sun’s ray pierce through the darkness of the night and...

When my nephew asked me if I would like to accompany him to Amritsar the first thing that came to mind was that I would spend time with Esha, my daughter and a chance to wash away all the sins that I have been accumulating all these years :) I love travelling and always am fascinated with the long train journey with speedily changing scenery from one state to the other. Tamil Nadu Express is one of the prestigious and fastest trains launched by Indira Gandhi in 1976 and was always my favorite when I booked my tickets to Delhi.Sadly after Laloo finished his...

The sheer optimism and dint of the will power of humans need to be commended and serenaded. In spite of facing so many adversities in the whole of 2011, the utter tenacity and optimism of mankind was visible last night. Ring out the old and ring in the new could be seen to be believed. Everything was forgotten...the earthquake and tsunami in March swept away more than 15000 lives. The tremors were felt far and wide. Osama was declared killed on May 1st by president Obama-An end to an era of mass destruction. Somalia declared a famine in July and...

Childhood meant freedom to soar to take wing, freedom to enjoy, freedom from any kinds of stress and tensions. For me as a child freedom was getting engrossed in an Enid Blyton and get on a flight of fancy, playing butch on the street below with my cousins, stealing mangoes from the opposite house in midsummer afternoon when the lady was taking her nap, sailing paper boats in the rainwater in the courtyard below, winning on five pebbles, playing with the ordinary dolls and kitchen sets that mama brought for me. We had no access to TV, Video games, Glitzy...

I grew up as a pampered and spoilt youngest child in my father’s home. Not that I was overindulged or had the finer things of life but my dad was the bestest thing in my world and I could do anything to just get his approval. The school was a nunnery to be tolerated and of course, a lot of mischiefs thrown in though I was voted as the good girl of the class by my class teacher. College was one long series of fashion parades wherein my designs were looked forward to by my fellow students. Out of the...