Category Archives: My take on the world in general

O is for OMG!

Omg! Now imagine it being said like it is said in F*R*I*E*N*D*S

So many different ways – the flabbergasted OH MY GAWD, or the worried omg omg omg, or the happy oh my god or the shocked oh my god.

If you don’t know what I am talking about, I am sorry we can’t be friends anymore.

I don’t know how much I say this word – aloud but I know I think it a lot. Like in my head.

– When a middle age relative insists on telling me how pretty she is and how she had a stalker in her college days

And I am like OH MY Gawddd. Definitely flabbergasted I mean who walks around telling people how pretty they are. Ummm I can see you and decide you know, without your help. I am that smart.

– There is the scared oh my god for the minute you think you can’t find your kid. Some one tell my kid about heart attacks please.

– And then there is the scared omg omg omg when I accidentally put on the Times Now debate with Arnab shouting. I am definitely very very scared in the 5 seconds it takes me to change the channel.

– Or the scared omg omg omg when I see a pigeon in my vicinity. Bet you didn’t know I am petrified of birds.

– The excited oh my god my birthday is here followed by a deflated oh my god I am *that* old.

– Every master chef Australia coming soon ad is followed by a very excited oh my god!

– The angry Oh my god directed at my very mean weighing scale ! I am glad the battery died on that idiot.

– There is the bored oh my god! Where is the closest balcony I can jump off to stop this woman from talking about her child on and on and on.

This OMG is also used on the batch mate who drivels on imparting his knowledge on the economic environment and the movers shakers and yawnnn!

– There is the did you just say that OMG when an acquaintance speaks rudely to her help.

– Nowadays most prevalent is the sinking heart oh my god when I realised I have 9 days left and so many many more alphabets to go.

This explains the double post. This will not be a habit in May or ever

– Yes, I am ignoring the OH MY GAWD you are saying at this crappy post

This is part of the Atozchallenge for April and my entry for the letter O

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M is for Mamma Mia

It’s almost blasphemous for me to choose anything else for M. M is for my mommy and I am totally going to cheat on this blog! I wrote this many many moons ago about my mommy and is still as relevant today as it was then. My thoughts or feelings haven’t changed.

https://dropzofjupiter.wordpress.com/2010/05/10/the-lioness-and-her-cub/

Did I still say that this holds true. Yup believe it while it was written 6 years ago, I am still 28.

The only thing that has changed since is that I have someone who now calls me mamma. Sometimes more often that I would like šŸ˜‰

Having a baby has proved to me once again why I need my mommy around – the way my mom looked after me when my kid was born was well… What only a mother can do.

My only advice to all going to be moms is – however awesome your mil is, go to your mommy when you have a baby.

The one person in the world who was as bothered about me as she was about the baby.

The person who walked with my kid for 2-3 hours as he screamed during his colicky stage.

The person who stayed up with him the night he was born as I slept almost comatose after a long long 17 hour labour.

The person who took over from “‘munde tai” his personal masseuse when he was born and gave him extra special baths and massages – he still gets them when she is here.

The only one who told a starving nursing mother to let the baby cry and finish my food.

The person who gives me confidence that I am raising my kid ok.

And most importantly the person who told me not to feel guilt and to prioritise me too.

The best compliment I get is when she thinks I am a good mom. Because while other kids my age are now looking after their parents – I am still being looked after.

And knowing her (and knowing me) that’s not going to change when I am 60 either

L is Live just really live the moment.

You know that moment when you are looking at an amazing sunset and then decide oh wait let me click it, then Instagram it, then share it across media and remember to hashtag it well.

That’s when you break the moment. The beauty of the moment and the thoughts you had are broken.

I read of this concept in the Dalai lama’s cat – mindful consciousness. It’s being totally aware and in the moment.

In today’s times of social media and so many distractions we lack that. Even now while I type this blog, I have the TV on.

When was the last time we drank a cup of coffee and enjoyed it as just that a cup of coffee. Early morning grogginess doesn’t count because you are not fully aware.

I for one just can’t do one thing. While I cook, rather than enjoy the process of smelling the spices and watching them mix, I switch on the washing machine, fill water, Google recipes, clean up.

Even while watching tv, I can’t just do that so I play games on my phone or chat or iron or google something which has caught my attention. I can’t just sit and watch TV.

I know it’s not just me. So many times you are out with friends having a great time when you either stop to capture the moment, check with friends if they like how they look, upload it and wait for comments. Or someone gets a ping on their phone and is visibly distracted by what’s happening on their phone. The moment is effectively broken.

I wonder if we are scared of being truly in the moment. And if so, what are we scared of ? Are we scared to really having those intense moments of peace and happiness.

Or are we just an extremely distracted generation. It’s not just us. It’s our parents too. They too have been dragged into this social media, too many things to do at once phenomena – though I do think they handle it better maybe because they are more responsible .

I admire the peace I see on my grandparents faces as they sit in the balcony in the evening and just look out. Together – watching the eagles soar, the sky change colour and the birds head home . Every single day.

I can’t stand at my balcony for more than 5-10 minutes before i am distracted and feel the need to click or check my phone or go back in.

We need to switch off other distractions and really live – live for the moment .

Maybe the reason we are so stressed is not because we have so many things to do and lead a fast paced life. Maybe it’s because we have too many things jostling for our attention and we think we to allow it all in.

Switch off your tv – it’s like another baby vying for your attention. And when you do watch TV- do just that. Maybe we will find TV a lot less junk if we reduce our exposure.

Refuse to check social media – it’s like the irritating person who cuts into people’s conversations or keeps interrupting your thoughts. Schedule some time everyday maybe twice where you take our 20 mins to check be on social media.

And even if you are one of those not into social media or TV – I bet you are in a minority if you know just how to exist in the moment.

We need to learn to breathe – breathe in and breathe out.

Live – just really Live every moment.

this is my entry for the April blogathon for the letter L.

K is for a kick …

A kick in the butt to

– these guys screaming on TV claiming it’s a debate when all they do is talk no wait shout out nonsense

– to opinated folks on Twitter, most useless bunch of self absorbed twits

– to the idiots who can justify blowing up people in particular innocent children world over, actually make that hundred thousand kicks for them.

– to the heat in Bangalore – hello this is Bangalore please stick to under 35 degree temperatures!! The heat is making me cranky and hence the post about kicking and all

– to me for not starting to exercise again – a gentle one Coz mostly I like me and all.

– to people who can’t stand in queues – really how shameless are we.

– to the cockroaches in my kitchen. Go away already….oh and yes useless pest control to you too.

– also to guys who have no sense of personal space and hence greatly enhance the accidental/non accidental touches sent your way

– oh and once again to me for signing on for this blogathon. Not even ghalf way through and this is becoming tough!

this is part of the April Atozchallenge and my entry for K

F is for funnybones – I mean Mrs funnybones

Let me start off by saying that I love her – like I want her to be my friend – I want her man of the house to hang out with my man of the house. I want her children to call me Maasi, I want her mom to call me beta — you get my drift right?

And mainly coz I love her humour – sarcastic, wry wit. I love her tweets and love her columns. And so when a friend tweeted that she loved her book I bought it.

2 hours into our 3 hour aeroplane ride and I was done with the book.

It did keep my interest, and I wanted to read more of the book – though I am not sure if it is because the I still had another hour on the flight or because I honestly wanted to read more.

The chapters (for lack of a better word) are funny no doubt – some of them laugh out aloud funny but I felt let down. Maybe it’s because she is a celebrity and a super stars wife so I wanted to know more about her life you know the starry one. Except that what she has narrated is very unstarlike. It could almost be our story except way funnier.

But What disappointed me was that most chapters had no insights you know the ones that make you think – they were just narrations and I did feel like I have read some of them before.

When she writes about her family you can feel her soul through her wit. Chapters like the one about her son’s potential girl friend, karwachauth and rakhi( the festival not the one who wants to ban ceiling fans) leave you with a lingering feel good feeling . The rest I already don’t recall what they were about. Maybe in the attempt to make the chapters alphabetical, a few chapters were forced.

But she does write well and she is funny funny funny ! And i still want to be her friend.

So Mrs funnybones if you do read this – while I can’t give you the raving reviews the others have – do remember it’s because only your closest friends are the most truthful with you.

And even if you don’t want to be friends – please don’t send the man of your house to beat me up. It won’t be a fair fight.

This is part of the AtoZchallenge- unofficially of course

E is for enough!

E is for enough wasting my time.

Social media is taking over my life and how.

Facebook was bad enough – snooping around people, reading random articles, checking out photos of people’s holidays and kids. But by and large Facebook is a happy place.

Whatsapp I see as a a necessary devil – I love that it keeps me in touch with so many old friends and new friends and hello how would I make all those plans 90% of which don’t materialise if not for Whatsapp.

And then suddenly into my life came Twitter – the worst of them all. I found myself arguing with random strangers. Most of them way too opinionated and just so unpleasant.

I was having an argument today with some members of male activists group who have managed to make me oh so feminists. And they are extremely rude and a lot of them are openly misogynist. It’s horrible ! Rebuttal after rebuttal.

So anyway just before my flight took off for Delhi – I posted another rebuttal to them. As the flight landed, I found myself getting anxious wondering how many of these MCP’s would have pounced on me in the last 3 hours. I switched on my phone and on a whim deleted the Twitter app.

Enough!!

Enough of listening to ppl ranting about everything, mocking people, abusing people, – what an unhappy sad sad place Twitter is with all its mini celebrities and their mega egos.

I can safely say that Twitter brings out the worst in us as human beings.

And for me as for now – enough is enough
My world is largely beautiful, I don’t need your negativity. So goodbye and adios !

I had a happier post planned but I am too tired and not in a mood for it.

This is part of the April AtoZchallenge

B is for Book Clubs

Soon after I started my sabbatical ( yes yes that again), I very enthusiastically joined “meetup” and signed up for multiple clubs for people with similar interests. Right from entrepreneurial groups (yes yes one of my many plans which i am to work on) to trekking clubs to spiritual clubs. Most of them my enthusiasm for joining has goneĀ andĀ now i spend a lot of my time wondering what was i thinking when i joined them and wondering how to stop them from clogging my inbox.

In the midst of all that signing up, i apparently signed up for a couple of book clubs and as luck would have it, one of them was happening very soon – a ladies book club. Very tentatively, i went to meet these women. Not knowing, what kind of women I would be meeting – would they be far too intellectual for my tastes, what books would they read.

It was the first meeting of that book club – Ā 4 of us who met then – Wow, i was like a founding member and all. Today we are a group of 13 woman – we feel its a great size. I have read books that I would never picked up on my own and enjoyed them, also read books and hated them, recommended and discussed my favorites. It has exposed me to so many authors I hadn’t heard of . The books are great, the discussions are lively,fun and intelligent.

You know as a stay at home person, I have met a lot of amazing women beating the stereo type of stay at home women that you usually hear about. But eventually we all have one thing in common – we are all mothers and our worlds are kind of similar.

So for me meeting these women from my book club was amazing – coz we are all so differentĀ from a young girl just out of her MBA institute to a yoga guru with elderly daughters, from single women to married women – from analyists to people studying for a PHD in english literature.

Its fascinatingĀ to see how books resonate differently with different people basis where they are in their lives. It’s interesting to talk about various aspects of our lives and I have loved to get to know them. The length of our discussions have gone up from an hour to 2 hours.

And As we come close to completing a year of being a “book club” , I want to thank these lovely ladies for that one awesome Sunday afternoon every month.

While I have always loved to read, I truly understand now how the love for books can bond you with complete strangers

They don’t know about this blog but maybe someday they will.

This is a part of the April #AtoZchallenge