Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Transitioning to the Big 30!

I have been away from this space for too long now. I don’t even want to count the number of months because it depresses me. In reality, I had almost given up on the blog. It started with the usual reasons of not having enough time to write, but later I just couldn’t bring myself to write here again. As if the blog would berate me. But no, it’s just giving me the silent treatment! ;-)

I am a few days away from hitting the dreaded 30s. So I thought it would be a great thing to come back and rant about the exciting 20s, the underdog and which no-one-talks-about Quarter Life Crisis and the dreaded but inevitable 30s.

I always thought that 20s were overhyped. And everyone just kept going about, “…..but I am still in my 20s”. So? But now that I am on the brink of saying goodbye to the 20s, I think they deserve all the hype. In our entire life, this is the only decade which sees (most of us) transitioning from college to adulthood to relationships to marriage and children. That’s a lot of work for a decade. I wonder why no one talks about the Quarter Life Crisis. Its for real and I definitely seem to be growing through it. Its that phase when you have still not come to terms with the fact that from now on, and for forever, my life is going to be dictated by corporate culture and my child(ren). Because I have loans and school fees to pay. I have still to come to terms with the fact that health scares are for real. That sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours a day in an air conditioned office, and not drinking enough water can actually hurt your body. I have recently had my gall bladder removed due to stone formation. The prospect of cancer looms large after every pizza/coke meal, because c’mon, you are going to be 30. Your body’s deteriorating. The things that I took for granted in the 20s, well , seem to be coming back with a vengeance.

But in a certain way, I am actually looking forward to the 30s. Been married for 5 years and I still like my husband. So I guess I'm in good company for the years to come. We are also past that stage when we fought over silly things. Now we just shout at each other and then make up. No melodrama,no tears. As real as it can get. Post my surgery, we have also started taking our health a little bit more seriously. So the coming decade should be better. We have a loan, but we also have a house we can call our own. The little one makes our life a lot less spontaneous than it used to be, but the love she gives is the most wonderful feeling to have.

20s was good while it lasted.

30s, looking forward to a lot more excitement, less health scares and being positive enough to enjoy this transition. And until then, I would say "coz I am still in my 20s.." :-)


Thursday, January 14, 2016

The Paradox called Motherhood!

I think Motherhood has to be biggest paradox life throws at us women. On the one hand is the precious little one you have nurtured as your own flesh and blood and continue to do so which takes up your entire life. Well, almost. On the other hand, you have a life which was full of fun and opportunities until the baby arrived. I don’t think there is any of us who hasn’t gone down that lane of 'what if'. What if I had decided to not have the baby? Imagine the kind of fun I could have had if I didn’t have the baby. Did you get my point already?

On one hand is the happiness that you see your child growing up and trust me, it doesn’t match up with anything else in life. It is something that you would only understand if you have lived it and experienced it. It is an all-consuming ethereal feeling. Sometimes you would feel there is so much love inside you that it would burst out at the seams. That this mortal body isn’t capable of storing so much love. But it is. But there are days when all the love doesn’t seem enough and the heart yearns for something else. At first you think it is a temporary feeling. That it would go away. But it comes back every now and then, with a vengeance

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Monday, December 21, 2015

The Bestseller She Wrote - Book Review



It is the tale of Paperback king Aditya Kapoor’s life. His is a modern man’s fantasy. His literary stardom is
perfectly balanced by a loving wife and a spectacular career. With everything he touches turning to gold, Aditya is on a winning streak. On the other hand is Shreya Kaushik is a student with a heart full of
ambition. Young, beautiful, and reckless, Shreya speaks her mind and obsessively chases after what she wants. And what she wants is to be a bestselling author. What happens when their worlds collide? Is it
possible to love two people at the same time? Can real ambition come in the way of blind passion? Can trust once broken, be regained?

The blurb isn’t too exciting. And the title of the book almost gives the plot away. But then you want to read
the book because the author’s reputation of being the John Grisham of India precedes him. This was my
first book by the author, Ravi Subramanian, even though I had been recommended to pick up at least one of his works by some of my well read blogger friends. And so when the team at BlogAdda asked if I would be interested in reviewing this book, it had to be a Yes. 

The book to me pretty much seemed like a movie. A movie whose first half is been-there-seen(read)-that. All run of the mill stuff. A successful couple, a picture perfect family and a beautiful intelligent third cog in the wheel. And then, the second half which is replete with twists and turns and melodrama and action and the thrills. The second half is interesting and pacey and you can’t keep the book down until you have read it through.

What worked for me:

1) The twists and turns. Even though it was not impossible to guess the suspense, the author does manage to keep the reader hooked on.

2) A lot of insights into the literary world as the story involves a successful author and a debutante author. He actually talks about real life stuff like publishing houses, pricing and marketing a book.

What didn’t work for me:

1) He wrote a thriller and left clues all over the place. Even in some places where there is no significance. Like in Paris, the lady who first contracts Ebola is reading one of Aditya’s books. And while Aditya’s wife is totally fretting over her and trying to arrange help for her, she has her eyes on the book. In the end, it didn’t amount to anything. Maybe it was done to confuse the reader, but to me it felt like lose ends of a story.

2) A long drawn (and totally unnecessary) drama with Ebola. It could simply have been viral. The serious nature of the disease didn't add anything to the story.

3) The hospital scene in which Aditya vents his feeling for his wife was too Bollywood-ish. I mean, c’mon, who does that in real life? And the doctor actually had the time to take out that CCTV footage to convince Aditya’s wife of his love!

4) A lot of stuff seemed to have been written so as to be picked up for an easy Bollywood adaptation. I really felt the story could have much more depth in it.

I was really confused about my feelings for this book. Even though it wasn’t mind blowing for me, it definitely wasn’t all that bad either. It’s one of those books which lie somewhere in the middle. And so, I would give it a 2.5 on 5.

These views are my own and may definitely differ from yours. If you like fast paced thrillers, do pick up the book.

I am reviewing ‘The Bestseller She Wrote’ by Ravi Subramanian as a part of the biggest Book Review Program for Indian Bloggers. Participate now to get free books!

Friday, December 18, 2015

The comeback!

For the first time since its inception I have been away from the blog for so long. The usual reasons were that H was travelling on and off and I had to take care of the little one and office and the works. But the main reason was that there was/is too much noise on social media about everything. One person makes one comment and the whole country erupts into war. I mean, how one can call themselves intolerant when they don’t let someone voice their opinion. And so, I used the “Silence is golden” route for these past few months. I didn't want to be just "one more voice" in the melee. I didn't want to talk when no one was listening.

In the meanwhile, I read a lot of good books. Didn’t write any reviews. Hardly watched any movies. Moved into a new home. Our own home :-) Spent quite some time on the d├ęcor and shifting. And now that we have been in this house for almost 2 weeks, I feel settled. Coming back to the blog after almost 3 months feels new. But I did want to make the “comeback” before the year ended, because I really really like doing the year roundup blog post. It puts a lot of things into perspective and it is there that I can see what worked for me in this year and what needs to be taken more seriously. It is therapeutic as well as encouraging. So there.

Also, the little one celebrated her 2nd birthday this month. I don’t have enough words to tell you how naughty she is or how much she can talk. But given that her mother does the same, I can’t really complain right? I do regret not writing about her all these months because a months down the line I would have forgotten these precious little nuggets. So of course, I will write a separate post about her soon.

I have just finished reading “The Bestseller She Wrote” by Ravi Subramanian. Review coming up soon.
This old attic (blog) is finally getting dusted and getting ready for the festive season. Until then, stay tuned. Be good. Do good. Ciao.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Bachpan ki Memories, Now and Then!

Experience is like a comb life gives when you are bald. I have that comb now. Of course, metaphorically. I have grown up and have a little one of my own. I have thoroughly enjoyed my childhood and never even knew it. Ironically, that’s the beauty of childhood and innocence. We grew up playing, studying, and fighting with siblings. The kind of childhood today’s children have is entirely different from ours. But I don’t think anyone is to blame here. It’s just that the times have changed, the people have changed, the society has changed. And like it or not, we have to incorporate all of this change into our lives. Consequently, our children’s childhood experiences are a lot different from ours. But if I had to choose one thing that they don’t do like ours, hmmm…!!!! :)

When we were young, there were none of the fast food joints like McDonalds or Pizza Hut or Dominos. So the weekends did mean some kind of special food, but almost always it was home cooked. I remember we went out like once a month to eat restaurant food. And after having it, my mother would invariably always say, “I could have cooked it better at half the price”. And cook well she did. There was no dish that was available in the market and we hadn’t eaten a healthier version of it at home. We ate burgers with breads and aloo patty made at home. We ate yummy south Indian dosas, idlis, sambhar and chutney. We also had the Guajarati dhoklas made at home. All of these with none of the artificial ingredients or preservatives present in the restaurant food. And the sometimes we had to eat the boring khichdi due to someone’s tummy upset, mother made sure it was accompanied with some yummy dal papad and pickles, of course, made at home.


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And I remember we had a great time helping our mother make these at home. We would be assigned the task of laying down the raw diced potatoes on the terrace and would take turns watching them dry in the sun and not let the birds or mosquitoes have a taste of them before we did. The pickles would be seasonal. In the summers, enough raw mangoes were pickled to last the year. In the winters, we had yummy carrot, and cauliflower pickles put in ginger juice.



With the fad of burgers, subs and pizzas coming in, the authentic Indian tastes have given way to global palettes. As much as the kids these days hate eating the same food over and over, we mothers are no match for the mothers we had. I don’t think anyone of us is marginally closer to the multitasker that our mothers are. My daughter is one and a half years now, and I try to give her home cooked food all the time. But I am sure it will change over time when she starts going to school and the fast food fad catches up with her. But I really really hope and wish I can make her childhood and growing up years as interesting and healthy with home cooked food as mine was.

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