My Musings

..to amma today, I was feeling so bad to leave her and Appa at home and go to work. It is not something new, I agree. For nearly 5 years that I was in Chennai before marriage, every morning I left for work at 7:15. Amma would wake up early and cook for me. Appa would cut fruits for me and pack them. Amma would plait my hair and appa would drop me at the bus stop. And then Amma would be alone at home, waiting till I returned home – if I got lucky I came early at 7:30 in the evening, otherwise it was usually 8:30 or sometimes even 3 the next morning! Yet she would never crib. Whatever time I returned she would have something nice for me to eat / drink. All the house work was done and I would nothing but chat with her, see TV, eat and sleep. Ever since they came to the US about a month and week ago, life has almost got back to the same routine. They get up and pack fruits for us for lunch. Appa sometimes irons our stuff for us. They make sure all things are ready there for us to leave and

The Mr. listens to radio everyday when he goes to office and often shares some tit-bits from the news or programmes he listens to. The day before after dinner when we four were walking around the apartment when he told us of a new meaning emerging for the word “Man date”. We all know “Mandate” – means ‘a Must’. But did you know “Man date” these days means – two Gay men dating! Some ways of finding how a meeting between two men is a Man Date(MD), according to the Radio channel. If two men are walking in a park instead of jogging – it is a MD. If two men are sitting at a bar and there is no beer in front of them or a TV with sports channel on – they are Man-dating! Gosh! Just imagine the plight of ‘Straight’ Men who have probably been doing some such activity for years together with a Man Friend or Confidiante of their’s! No two men can ever even sit in a public place and discuss a private conversation without a thought running in their minds that they are being branded as Man Date (ers)

16th was the D-day – the Mr’s bday and also the 1st weekend after the Big BOSS’s movie was released – so all the more special , as it gave the Mr. the “right” opportunity to watch the movie he has been waiting for since about 6 months. Did we 3 have any other choice but to lug along to watch this masala mish-mash that defies any kind of logic that you can ever think of – but always fails to impress audience like no movie ever. Every time a Rajni movie releases I wonder why audience of all kinds go to see the movie, even if it is just for once. The more intelligent audience would crib after coming out of the theatre but will still land up there the next time his movie releases. Guess one cannot explain the spell this actor holds everybody under. Tickets were sold at an atrocious price of 16$ and yet the theatre was almost full – for a morning show! I have never seen more than handful of people come to a movie in the mornings in Novi/ Livonia and here was a big queue to just get into the

We were classmates in XI – in a big class of nearly 100 people. So, our interaction was pretty much limited to the acknowledgement of each other’s existence. At the end of the year, she was taken in by a premier institute because of her sheer brilliance and wonderful academic performance – sponsoring for her Class XII education. A Year later I read about her in the newspapers as she had secured a brilliant rank in the common entrance exam. About 2 months later – fate bought us together. We both had joined the same college and arrived by the same train to the college. We recognized each other and enrolled into the hostel at the same time. She arrived at the hostel before me, so booked the same room for us. Then began a relationship for the next 4 years – one of friendship – that was not the closest but was always there. We were not the best friends, but were in constant touch always – knew pretty much about each other’s lives and families, talked almost every day in those 4 years at hos

Thanks dear friends – for your support and encouraging words in response to my frustu post. I am better now and am looking at the really worthy and nice things that I have in my life and slowly forgetting my pain points. After all that is life na? Not everybody has everything. Every morning I sent inspirational Good Morning mails to a few friends of mine, but sometimes I think I forget to read them for myself :). L a colleague of mine got these for me today – Pillow mints. I ate them for the first time in a restaurant here called Rangoli – they place a bowl near the cashier and you can pop a few in your mouth while leaving. Remember those Phantom cigarettes we used to get in India – ages ago – I was mad after them. My parents had a tough time getting me to stop eating them. These mints reminded me of those. After a long time I saw them again at L’s daughter’s graduation party. I inquired with her about them and she very sweetly got a big packet of them for me. Thought I would share som

Sometimes life gets stuck in a muddy rut and it feels so difficult to just get out of it. That is how I feel when I am at work for the 8.5 hours that I am forced to put in. I had hoped that after my trip from India, I would try to open a new window to let a fresh breath of air that would blow off all the stinky stuff that is wrapped inside my brain, due to near hibernation in these deathly hollows, devoid of any spark of brilliance or creativity; but alas life had something different in the plan that I was so unaware of. Seconds pass into mintues in agonizing slowness - that is how I pass my hours to freedom. I console myself thinking of the other pleasures of life that I have been granted which probably few others only have - but sometimes that is just now enough. I want to blog a lot. Everyday I open a few blogs that I really admire and feel why can't i be like them - post new and refreshing stuff daily. Where will all that come when my brain feels like mushy oatmeal cereal with