My Musings

..... is Love ... Sweet Love .... It has been a really really long long day for it started yesterday night itself - with just another sleepless night (thanks to our sweet RLS - I still have not got time to get it checked and it has been over a month now) ... and then ... dont ask about the day. I will be really happy when the day I get back to office comes (never thought i would EVER EVER say that !!!! URGH!) ....  It has been a long week .. Started off with the R leaving for globe trotting to UK on Sunday morning .. Before I could rub my hands in glee and plan my so-called 'free' evenings - the little one goes and wakes up with a high temperature on Monday morning. I think that it must be that should-have-never-eaten-in-the-first-place 'ice gola' that she gobbled the previous evening while I was busy looking at trinkets in the mela in our apartment and leave for work ... I come back to find that she is still the same and has not risen out of the bed .. Worry start

I was cleaning up my old blog articles and finding the ones that had got lost in my Drafts folder and never got posted and found this one - and felt it deserved to be posted. Because what a coincidence! I was doing something this weekend that resonated with what I just started to write here... I read an interesting article in The Young World (in fact go to touching the newspaper after a long time) yesterday - which set me thinking.  We live in times of excess - excess of everything - that we probably dont realize the sweetness of missing something or the value of anything at all!  I was cleaning up my kids cupboard and found about 7 boxes of crayons - each one of them opened and probably used just once or twice ; 15 pens of different shapes , sizes and types; 34 pencils ; 42 erasers of all different shapes, colors and fragrances ; 16 sharpeners (why would ever need more than 1 sharpener at a given point beats me!) - and all of these are not even bought by me !!! They all are part

The first time I heard this song from PK - I really did not give it much thought. But when I heard it on the big screen again - while watching the visuals, the song just stuck to be like glue.  Today, when this song plays I cannot do anything else, but just sit back, close my eyes and focus only on the lyrics and the pain of the truth in Sonu's voice. There are many a times in our own lives, when we have asked this same question - "Bhagwan hai kahan re tu?".. It could be one of those countless times when we are experiencing the loss of a close one, a defeat - professional or personal, or a time when we feel that once again we are having to struggle to get even the basic things correct and that we are tired of having to fight again ; or even those times when we helpless hear of atrocities like rape, murder, mob-destruction happening in the city/country... 

Maya had her 4th month shots yesterday and I noted something strange. The night she had her 2nd month shots we watched 'Dasavatharam' - thanks to the Mr. who held Maya all the time. And Yesterday night we watching a little part of "Kuselan" - thanks to Maya - who slept a bit early (maybe it was the shots). One starring the "universal hero" and the other starring his rival "superstar" - What a coincidence huh? The Mr. and I are not a great fan of movies - in the sense that we need to watch every movie that gets released - but are a fan of GOOD movies - old or new and make a point to watch the special and good ones.

Once in a while this post comes back ... because there is no specific topic to write about but a mix of many small small things. Why do the best of thoughts and ideas come at a time when I cannot pen (sorry key) them down. I almost wrote the entire blog in my mind while cycling back today and now cant recall a single word of it ! Arghhh! Yesterday was one of those days that came after a long long time in my life - when I just did not feel like doing a single single thing - could have sat a wrote this then - but just could not life my pen (oops sorry press a key down).  Life has been whizzing past with various milestones happening, some being jotted down hurriedly in the book of memories, some just lost in dusted pages of my own brain.  My dad has always hated me listening to bollywood songs , but I have always felt that my life has been connected with just those songs in one way or the other - or maybe I made the connection myself. Can't say - the mind is such a curious toy.

.... been searching for him for a long long time now. I had almost lost faith and thought that there would be no hope for me but just to go back to the "old" one only .... but luck-by-chance, I stumbled upon a garrish pink, odd font-ed cover in the not so often visited shelves of blossom book store last weekend - and took a chance and picked it up. It was a book called "The case of the man who died laughing" and read the synopsis and it sounded quite nice. The finicky me did not want to read a series from the middle and requested the helper lady to help me find the first book of the series of detective stories by Tarquin Hall depicting the Indian Poirot - Vish Puri - "The case of the missing servant". And today - I finished it! and BOY! am I glad I bought the book - for I find him .... the replacement for my Poirot dose that I have been searching for years together.  Tarquin's writing style is not exactly similar to Agatha's but there are similar