My Musings

Miracles rarely happen in life, and when they do - they leave you with a feeling of ever-lasting gratitude and happiness. I have been lucky to have miracles happen twice and that too with the same object - my purse. I lost it twice, with absolutely no clue as to where I could have lost it and both the times I have got it back in the most strangest of circumstances. And when I sit to analyze the process of how I got it back, it makes me feel that it is nothing but a miracle that happened to me... Two weekends ago, on a saturday morning, the Mr. casually asked me where my purse was. I casually said, it should be in my bag. We looked for it there and it was not to be found. Then began a search for it in the house and I could not find it in any of the usual spots. Finally half heartedly we agreed that it might be at my work place. I could not even remember the last time I used it. For about a year now, I have been going to work with the Mr., so I rarely have to use my purse anywhere. I ne...

.... Amma did you know - an apple a day keeps the doctor away...

hmmm... so what's happening lately ? It was Onam a little more than a week ago. As usual I wanted to post a picture and wish ppl on my blog that day, but - no time (it is time i cooked up a new excuse i think). Well, one is never too late. A very Belated "Happy Onam" to you all .... It was a special one for me - because in a small way, it was the first time I celebrated it. I put a small Pookalam and amma made Payasam. Then the day that I had been dreading for long did dawn - the day amma left for India. It was the singular most painful thing, after my delivery(;) ...) - of course this one was an emotional pain and the other was only a physical pain, but an emotional happiness. Maya gave Patti a wet kichie at the airport. Paavam kozhandai did not know she was saying bye to her best friend.. She did realise it later though. For almost a week, she would not babble much, not cry much, not laugh much - just simply sit and stare at us. I was nearly heart broken to see the litt...

It is amma's last week here in detroit. It pains me to even write that line. I know I am going to be a lot affected once she leaves, but there is no choice. That is one thing I hate about living in this country - Visa - the evil monster! If it were in India, I guess I could have made her stay with me or near me forever. Amma and Appa have been the greatest help we have had with respect to Maya. Right from delivery till now, they have really really slogged for us - I could never do enough for them in return. I just hope that I have always shown my gratitude to them enough, and that I am there for them when they need me.  After a couple of outings with Maya which turned out to be sort of fiasco's, we were wary in taking her out. But for the past weeks, she seemed to have grown up and not behaving as cranky as she did before. So, we decided to 'experiment' once again. After all who could resist the last few sunny weekends of Michigan?  So, we ventured into the downtown of ...

There could be no better day to re"Start" my blog writing. Vinayaka Chaturthi - the birthday of the beloved elephant-faced god - who is prayed to at the beginning of anything and everything good. Well the reason of my hibernation in the middle of Summer is - the arrival of my little one - Maya.... A week after she was born, I could not decide which was a better situation - having her in my tummy and grumbling that her constant movements never let me sleep or having her in the crib next to my bed and still grumbling that her constant movements never let me sleep ha ha ha .... Life has never been this "interesting"... Motherhood is something that you always feel that you are absolutely prepared for, till the moment the nurses hand the baby into your hands and say ta-ta .. as you leave the hospital - that is when you realise - SOS! SOS! I need help ... who the hell said I was prepared to be a MOM :) .... I read somewhere - "Just when you are done with almost every...

Whenever I want to take a chmaal break from the monotonous work, and don't feel like writing something myself (which usually is the case), i got blog hopping - mostly on the list on my blog itself. Today I happened to notice something on Preethi's blog ( am not sure if it was there earlier itself) and could not stop myself from taking the "100 acre quiz" myself! Winnie the Pooh is my favorite Disney character (Guess my blog background says it all - sheepish grin!). I try to catch the 8 AM EST - "My Friends Tigger and pooh" show most days and just love repeating the "Super Sleuth oath" or the "Sthink , Sthink , Sthink" song ... much to the Mr.'s chagrin! The first thing that I purchased when I came on my very first onsite trip was - Pooh Bear soft toy! I mich him - he is way back in india. So, here are the results of the Quiz I took: Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz! Hmm.... now I have to "sthink sthink sthink" about the r...

She has always been my favorite author and he my favorite fictional character. In the past two years, her novels that were made into movies have become the Mr.'s favorite and the man who portrayed this character has become our favorite actor. If you were among those who watched the TV programs that were relayed on DD on Sunday, without fail, I am sure you would have watched the half hour episodes of "Poirot" - that started with the most haunting music that I have ever heard. Yes, I am talking of Agatha Christie's Poirot - the British Television seires that was aired on DD somewhere in the early 90's. If only Agatha were alive today, she would have been proud to see David Suchet play the part of Poirot. He very well could have been the "actual" Poirot in some Janam, if a character did exist. He dresses, acts and also sports a moustache that fits to T to that of the actual character described in the book. I love the way this particular TV series has capt...

Thanks to my friend - S's recommendation , I got to see this movie - which has got added to my list of all time favorite movies. A Little late to be seeing this movie - the best time to have watched it would have been during the X'mas season. I love movies that re-iterate the significance of some holiday season and show the importance of sharing, giving and human feeling. It is a warm tale of how one person goes about spreading joy during the best season in the US of A - Christmas - by believing himself to be Santa Claus and stressing on the message of goodwill above commercialism. In the process, he also manages to melt the stubborn won't-believe-in-fairy-tales-or-imagination heart of the heroine and her daughter. It all starts when Doris walker - in charge of the Macy's parade - hires a Mr. Kris Kringle on the spur of the moment as a replacement for her drunken Santa Claus. He becomes a hit in the parade and the head of the Toy department hires him to be the Macy'...

I have been lately caught up with loads of work at office and at home. Due to reduced energy levels these days, doing my normal stuff is slowly turning tedious. So, have not been able to keep up with any blogging at all. My very good friend Preethi, whose blog I keep visiting and with each visit chide myself that I still have not completed her tag, gave me a very nice and a timely surprise today here . It comes at a very important juncture for me - for a very personal reason. I am awaiting some test results from my lab and am hoping against hope that the results are in my favour. So, this blessing comes as a very good indication for me. I am one who believes a lot in 'Signs' (something akin to what is described in The Alchemist). Thanks Preethi for this wonderful blessing. Strangely I never made a huge list of blogging friends. Guess it would have been possible, had I been more punctual. The few that I have - are getting more 'lazier' than me in posting stuff. Yet I wou...

One of my New year resolutions was to be very very regular at blogging. Huh! Guess new year resolutions are meant to be broken! I just have not been able to find time to pen down stuff. I am already lagging behind on a tag Preethi gave me (now it seems centuries ago). This is something that has been on my mind since a few days, so I thought of writing it down here. R in my office is also an immigrant in this country like me. She, of course is a first generation immigrant – meaning she was born and brought up here. She comes down to chat with me at times. Our acquaintance started with her inquiries on the colorful photos that were up on my cubicle. She was impressed when I told her it was taken my the Mr. – she also being an ardent photographer – we found common topics to discuss. Very recently, she came to me and said she had a whole lot of questions about my nationality and things like that – she had seen ‘The Namesake’ and wanted to clarify some things. This led to some very int...