Weepy Me!

How often do you cry? I'm sure everyone feels soppy once in a while. And honestly I have nothing against wetting the hankies. If you ask my friend, I bet they have never seen me shedding those gloomy tears ever. Neither do I remember crying in front of them. For a person who do not cry in public, I've seen I do indulge myself quite often in it in private. If I exclude my Parents, Sister, & Hubby I don't remember ever shedding my golden tears in front of any damn body. And I take great pride in saying so. It just sometimes gives me a sense of satisfaction that I have not been spilling beans in front of everybody, what ever be the problem. But recently I've been shedding tears for all the wrong reasons. I have found myself weeping seeing someone sing really well. This is so unlike me.."I cant be getting all emotional over a performance". The other day I was watching this singing reality show, where this Kid sang really well. That was all it took for me to became all glittery eyes and shaky voice. I told myself "don't make a fool of yourself ", "don't give Mrinal a Kodak moment", the few deep breaths where my saving grace that day. I feel usually all choked up seeing a glorious moment, I remember choking up while watching Olympics, with player standing in a podium with the Olympic Gold medal and their National Anthem on the back ground. But my frequency has relatively increased. God knows where this crying business will take me. I guess it runs in the family. I've quite often seen my Mum & Sister mopping their tears in such silly scenarios before anyone caught them & pretending everythings fine. Well now I know why they do that & me being an extention of them is only obvious I've the same trait. Guess we "Chanda's" are like that. We cry over petty things and become stronger when it comes to punches. Getting Old am I?

A Moments Indulgence

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
By Rabindranath Tagore

Ramblings

After I joined Times, me & Hubby started traveling together. This everyday drive of 70 Km (to & fro) has become very interesting. And now I hate to thing of a time when we've to stop it in future (that will happen once my project shifts to Noida). I love this Gurgaon-Faridabad road a lot, it simply reminds me of European movies, where they show these long & unwinding road among beautiful scenery. Though the scenery is not even a fraction good as we see on the movie , but still this road touches many unknown villages and plateaus, with road side dhabas and if we are lucky enough we get to see Iguana and Neel Gai. There is this really interesting red sand Plateau we see everyday , it reminds me of Utah, Mrinal calls it my own "Utah Dessert"as I've discovered it. Many a times we stopped by it and took pictures. But some how the pictures never did justice to it's beauty. Since I joined Times evening binging has became a ritual for us. We have been having this tidbit scrumptious nothings almost everyday. We have tried every single dish in the menu of Bhaiji Dhaba (Bhaiji da Dhaba is the favorite haunt of AMEX & Indiatimes staff, come to Golf course road & you will know) next to our office, once we got bored of it, we developed a taste for Lankan food, once we are done with it , we started having Crepes & Waffles. Mrinal being an egg freak never missed that 2 egg sausage omlette & me being a Chinese freak I'm always game for dry Chilly chicken ( actually Chilly Chicken never taste as good as it does in Bhilai). The best part is this companionship that we (me & hubby) are sharing, it has been three years since we' got married, & every year their is something new about us being together. Every day we both are growing as a person and together in our relationship. The fights have became ever so interesting so is our camaraderie. His incessant teasing never bores me, his knowledge regarding any topic never fails to impress me and his 'no words' approach always irritates me. Sometimes when we bump into each other in office, this sudden rush of feeling is what makes it so special. And when we are fighting all hell break loose, & time flies into oblivion..!

P.S. That is my Utah Pixs taken from the car.


TAG: Utah, Times, Golf Course Road, Gurgaon, Faridabad, Bhilai

Music, Musings and more

I was wondering the other day that I don't like melancholic songs anymore. Rather I hate them nowadays. When I was in college, I use to listen to gloomy cowboy songs a lot, as we know, country songs are usually about unrequited love ( girl leaving boy or vice versa). The best Hindi songs are usually about separations, if you know what I mean. In my college days, I use to love these sad romantic numbers a lot. Songs evokes such vivid tumultuous emotions, it's almost like you are living through that phase. Remember that song 'Lambi Judaai' (from Hero), isn't it depressing?. Well, it always managed to depress me. The music and the flute play of that song is so haunting and painful that it always use to leave me in despair. The lyrics is so heart rendering, that I always use to feel the pain seep up in my veins and honestly, I don't like being affected like that. Name any sad romantic song, I bet, it will have a long fan following. One of my friend use to cry every time she listened to "Ektara" from Wake Up Sid. I remember, we were on our way to give 3rd SEM MBA exam, when the driver played "Ektara" yes just to cheer our before exam nerves. Poor chap, he was unaware that he just stir up the hornets nest because after few second Sumati ( my friend) was literally started sobbing in her hanky, which eventually turned into a full fledged brawling.Songs are very tricky, they make you laugh, cry, dance, glow with their universal appeal. Also music tells you about the time gone by, about the moments you have lives, people who came & left. When I hear an old song playing from the creak of a door, this sudden rush of recognition reminds me of a time I've lived and left and this inward tear makes it all for the time gone by.

P.S. I remember one quote from "High Fidelity" ( a highly recommended book) by Nick Hornby. "What came first – the music or the misery? Did I listen to the music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to the music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?" — Nick Hornby


TAG: Music, Hindi Music, Nick Hornby, Lambi Judaai, Hero, College, Wake up Sid

Tring Tring Tring!

I sulk a lot, every other day I indulge myself in little sulking without any rhyme or reason and after cajoling myself I try to find the reason, if I don't find any I try to conjure some, hoping this unreasonable mood swing will find some lease. I love to feel that some one is not doing something right around me and that's the reason behind my restrained anger, which is lying somewhere inside of me trying to find an outlet. It's not exactly a cake walk accepting your short comings I know but now that I'm in the mood I rather take advantage of it and vent it out here. I don't know since morning I'm in a mood to have a good fight. I just don't wanna burden hubby dearest with it coz lately he has been really kinda and neways I'll loose the battle if I fight with him today (making him angry today will jeopardize some of my plans). I'm actually bubbling with anger coz my Mum never calls me. She is sooo busy that she has forgotten, that she has a daughter who is waiting for her call. And when I call her, she never picks it up, if you ask for reason she will tell you she didn't heard the phone ringing (not that one again Maa), & I've to pardon her lack of knowledge about handling technology coz she dont know how to check the 'missed calls'. More importantly Im to be blamed for her lack of knowledge, reason being I havnt been a good teacher, that I loose my patience way too often, that we always ended up fighting cause she is not pressing the right keys..blah blah blah... The funniest part is if I try to be angry with her for not picking up the calls when I call her, she will use this typical tone telling me way to politely "what else do u expect when you dont tell your Mum how the damn thing works"...ergggggghhh. Mommmaaaaaa Pick the Damn Phone upppppp!

P.S. Thats my Mommy in the picture.

Missing my Nieces & Nephew

Life changes so fast, only last year during Raksha bandhan me & my sister was planning a huge feast as it was my nephews first rakhi. The plan consist of stitching new lehenga choli for my little nieces (Mishtu & Mithu) and ofcourse a new paanjabi and paijama for Ivan (nephew). As me & Mumpi ( my elder sister) never had any brother ( all our cousin bro lives too far to be celebrated) neither did we missed one, we were all to happy knotting the rakhi around our little poodle Wesley when we were young. Neways coming back to the point, we dressed up the girls cooked all the delicacies and was waiting for Ivan ( my nephew who was only 1 year old at that time) to wake up. They girls were looking so damn pretty & they kept posing like models for me to click. But as the luck had it Mr Ivan kept sleeping till the girls eyes became droopy. In the end they tied the knot around sleeping Ivan's hand and went off to sleep themselves. Life was so much fun then, I use to look forward to my Dwarka trips ( My sis lived their). My sis stayed in Delhi for almost 8 month after Ivan was born, while Dada ( i.e Bro in law ) was in US. We had such fun during those 8 months. We use to go shopping with the Kiddos and had our own girls day out. Those where one of the best phases of my life. As I was jobless and almost had nothing better to do. My only aim was to rush to Mumpi and spent times with the kiddos. But then I've always known that this bliss will be over soon. I've known once I start going to office my trips will be infrequent. I never wanted to miss spending time with them knowing they will leave soon for US. I simply didn't knew it than how much I'll miss them. The timing of my job was perfect. They left for US after I joined Times. Otherwise I would have gone crazy. It has been 9 months now since I've last seen them. Some how watching their pictures in FB or Orkut is not enough. Kiddos are growing so fast. Ivan has already learned to kick a ball and Mithu is rhyming new poems, where as Mishtu is turning out to be soooo brainy, that I've to start doing my homework before I can talk to her. This years rakhi reminded me of what a dead pan occasion it is. No Offence Bhaiyaaaaaaaaasssssss & Behanasssss.

PS: In the 1st picture Mishtu is holding Ivan, whereas in the second one Mithu & Mishtu are seen posing.

Food For Thought

I love Friday morning, just the fact that today is the last working day of the week makes all the difference. Though this weekend we don't have any plans to look forward to. But this happy feeling is always their nevertheless, as if something good is about to happen. Our (Me & Hubby) weekend usually consist of waking up late and planning for breakfast. What will it be this time Scrambled Egg and Toast or Aloo Bhaja and Parantha or will it be our all time favorite Maggie. ( For Mrinal ie Hubby it always has to be anything between Egg or Aloo) After enough disagreements we finally decide on something to binge on. The moment we are done with it we start planning for lunch. Their is something about food, one can never have enough of it and one can never be bored of it. The best discussions at our home consist of food talks, where everyone tries to outdo the other over their food experiences. My Dad who is quite reserve and barely indulge himself in meaningless conversation, sheds his reserve when it comes to food. I had memories of making plan for our train trips to Siliguri with Dad & Sister. We use to lie next to our Dad and plan out what we will take on train. Will it be Chicken or Keema with Parantha, some Elaichi cream biscuits and of course some boiled Egg for Dad. My Mother always use to spoil our plans, for her it should be Loochi (ie Poori) and Aloor Torkadi, she never liked the idea of eating non-veg on train. Banana is another food both my parents are obsessed with. They will never forget to take a dozen on their trip. Neways eating on train was always a celebration in those days. Food truly makes you happy. Sometimes it's even better than falling in love...!