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Friday, May 08, 2015

Small Town Girl Moves to ?

Bollywood ahhh i miss you so much, though i am now practically closer to Hollywood. 

Oh yes, this is a news and the only reason why my blog is not breathing as frequently as it should. A lot of my friends have poked me on this. A month back i was in a situation with three kids at home. One is my daughter and the other two her grand parents. And i haven't yet watched Piku but i am sure there will  be scenes in it straight out of my life, very recent. 

Trust me relocating is altogether a pain in your good fat place, that thing, your personal cushion. And i was told to do so all by myself to a different country. Sinha Ji moved in here sometime in Jan and i was flying over the city and later on driving like a mad cow with no license. But it came as a big support else living in suburbia i don't know how much i would have spent only on cabs.

In last three months probably the most exciting part was that of driving. I has so much in my mind to write about lest i have had time. Anyways.

No help from her is the greatest help i could ask for.
No volunteering please, please i insist. Mummy Papa you too.
Yours Truly,
Bahu Raani

Where are we now. We are here in a new city. I don't know if it was a right decision but traveling to new places i have always loved. However, at this point of my life when i was almost ready to join the workforce of productive employees from 8 to 8 as Snv was prepared to go to was like keeping it on hold. Although, i am employed but i miss going to office. I miss my travel, talking to real people (not to skype, bridge calls, team viewers). With the given scheme of things, i made peace with my current work since its remote location. Chapter closed. 

So, when this opportunity came along, although we (he) was keen on it from past two years. 

For the record, Sinhas have valid visas for three countries, UK, Canada and US in order. However, my faith in god restored last year, when the lottery system flashed our card and we went to Chennai and came back happily slurping idli and sambhar. That was one short trip with a very long line. In a way its good, that, i got three months to mentally prepare myself for doing the jadhu pooncha, chauka bartan wala kaam. Yes. That's what everybody prepares you for as soon as you break the news. 

The one thing that made me really emotional was my house. Our own house. Our first big asset since we two started off as love lorn beggars with degrees and no monies. But on the other hand, i am like atleasst i have lived there for some time. But still i don't have a heart to give it on rent. Emotional phool fool !

PS: Let me be filmy that i am born : 

Jitna bhi try karo...
Life main kuch na kuch toh chootega hi...
Toh jahan hain wahin ka mazaa lete hai na...

Thursday, April 09, 2015

Ink Pen

My Obsession - Chinese Ink Pens.

This Cross pen set was gifted by a senior faculty of  IIHMR
whom i assisted in making a presentation
at Helsinki University, Finland in 2007. 
During my childhood i have this hobby of collecting chinese ink pens. As soon as i entered in class V, we were switched to write with ink pens. I am not sure though if it was V or VI. But i always looked forward to my fountain pens. 

My obsession with chines pen and using as a private possession was so much that i will never let anyone else use it. Like how friends ask for pens in class on missing pencil box. 

I remember once, i had a fig fight with a bengali boy of my class. Because by mistake or intentionally he has thrown my pen from my desk. Indeed deaf mamma was a front seater and class monitor. And this new admission didn't know what on earth he will have to pay for it. On top of that he was trying hard to become favourite student of our class teacher. Double trouble. It was in class VII. He was a stout heavy boy whom by no means i could hit and get away with it. 

But i had to settle the scores. 

So, like a mean girl that i was i pushed him off the stairs when school was over. And that was it. Period. 

When i came in college 

What was your obsession as a school kid ? Share !


Dabur ka Hajmola, 

Chatpata Swaad, Jhatpat Aaram

I wouldn't have done justice with my childhood if alphabet 'H' is not for Hajmola. I was contemplating between Holi and Happiness and suddenly a much closer word with an instant smile came to my mind. 

There were two competitors, Hajmola and Hingoli. I was loyal to you know whom. When I was in studying in KV, there was an option to go to your home for having lunch or buy it from the canteen. Though carrying money was never encouraged at home but the lure for Hajmola made me ask for some. 

Next to our school was a small shopping center for township residents. And there, at the chemist's shop we would get 12 tablets for Rs 1. Enough for the whole day chattt patt...

The "chemist wale bhaiya" used to give us in a newspaper purchi and we would lick it away in between classes or while returning back home. 

Hajmola reminds me of my grandmother (we used to call her Amma). Whenever she used to visit us, her iron black painted trunk used to accompany her. In one corner would be a bottle of Hajmola and she will keep a vigil on it while asleep. Between me and my younger siblings, the real battle, you can call it a reality TV game show used to begun as soon as she retires in the afternoon. 

She will mimic as if she is in deep sleep and catch us red handed...but then it was late...Hajmola was slurped jhatpat !

Do you have any memories of Hajmola ? Share !

Tuesday, April 07, 2015


Gossip = Girls. Please Stand Up !

Gossip is an ancient form of art to articulate what necessarily be of no relevance, urgency or oh god damn anyone's business. Primarily, the genes are dominant in females species and recessive in male species. However, it has been found the recessive genes activate under the effect of ethanol in company of other male species and a plate of chicken tikka as centre of gravity. 

Even in Dar-E-Salaam Museum (Tanzania), i chose to gossip
with a monkey man and by default repeat
"Swear, you don't tell it to anyone" !
If you can't produce a baby, you go get it done through fertility centers. 

But if you can't gossip, you are less of a women or lady in making i must say. 

However, the effect of ethanol do speed up the gossip sessions in female species too and a dash of uncontrollable laughter, some dumb charade in the background and let your hair down affect. 

A working single women talk about her boss (worst is she too is a woman), boyfriends or the other showing thumbs down to another beautiful woman in office. A married women talks about her MIL, her husband and how he marriage has changed it.

However, the safest bet to gossip is men. I can say that with 10 strong years of experience of my boyfriend and now husband. Because with a bear in hand, he can't have his ears functioning properly but nodding oh hell yes. 

Next morning he won't even remember the names of the people that i have gossiped about, forget about let alone do match the following with faces. And the beauty is having a gossip session with husbands instead of girlfriends it that with your life partner there is never a dull moment. No fear of 'being judged', 'what will he/she think of me' and cent percent surety of confidentiality. 

For me, 

G for Gossip.

G for Girl.

G for Graduation in Gossiping..Gasp !

Share your incidence of turning into a Gossip Girl or missing them when they are not around !

Monday, April 06, 2015


Kill fear, My dear !

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There is a difference between being scared and having a fear of something or someone. I have following top five fearful confessions to make today: 

1. If a lizard is walking upside down on a ceiling i always wonder and keep monitoring her...what if she loosen up her grip and fall on me. It escalates even more if i am eating in the same room or the lizard has audacity to enter the loo - it act as natural fiber gurrdd ugrreghhh....flushh !

2. If i am walking in a park and there is a frog next to me or in my sight, i couldn't help myself getting pale. By all means i keep thinking he is going to jump and sit on my foot. And constantly think what will happen if i am wearing a skirt and it jumps right on the wrong places...Trrrr trrrr !

3. Just after our wedding, i used to fear what if my husband find out about my expenses on clothes and shoes. Even when it was a love marriage. Although i had earned my income, as a couple am I not accountable for joint savings and curtail lavish extravagant spending. BTW that fear has taken back seat, now i fear about the cost of raising a child with single income ! This reminds me i should have picked D for Diapers !

4. When my girlfriends visits, i fear that by all means if my washroom is not clean. Because for a women it matter a lot. Infact, the road to a women's heart is through a clear washroom. Isin't? It should be of utmost almost touching the height of cleanliness. So much so that, when you enter you forget its a washroom but a floral bed with automatic dispenser leaving lavender trails behind in air. I swear i never worry about the snacks. 

5. All my childhood, each schooling year, after every single mathematics exams, weekly test, monday tests, half yearly, final, board, i had feared getting flunked. I got rid of it post high school. Surprisingly, Sinha ji was a top scorer in this subject and its only then i miss mathematics. Period.

What do you fear most ?