Blogger gone boo-boo

My last post was read by many and liked by few. Thanks for taking out the time to read it. There was a very innocent error on my part in the post. No, I am not writing to rectify what’s done but, to acknowledge it and poke some fun at it. After I write what…

Mighty Mister

I watched Gangs of Wasseypur in five hours straight, from midnight till dawn. It taught me a lot. My vocabulary multiplied overnight, obviously. I was both stunned and impressed with Mr. Kashyap. One person who stayed with me forever, other than Sardar Khan and Faizal and a few others, was Sultan Qureshi (Pankaj Tripathi), the…

Home is where home is

Diwali has always been an elaborate affair for us. Back in the days, the brother and I would tag along with our grandfather to go shopping for crackers and the evening puja, and come back as porters. The torture, in the name of preparations, would begin at least a month in advance. Ma would take…

The One without a Heading

The husband is a Salman fanboy. Ideally, I should end my post here. But, as usual, there is more to it. This particular piece of information was brand new to me (just like the husband). It was one of those summer evenings when power cut was the norm of the day. However, that Friday evening…

Home at Last

This place has a different color each day. On some days, it’s mysteriously beautiful and on others it opens its arms to you. It was on one such untangled morning that I was blissfully sipping my morning luke warm water, looking at my garden, which was now blooming with sun orange roses, and thinking of…

Highty Flighty

You know how they say they no good story starts with a salad; it’s true. Somewhat. What do you do when you are floating high on a different plane? You are capable of variety of things: 1. Sing Bachchan songs (not me), 2. Fight with folks at another table (certainly not me), 3. Smile at…

Fan Girl Forever

I have been religiously watching KBC ever since i can remember. No, I don’t know the process of making black tea or who was Draupadi’s grandfather’s father’s sister’s brother or whether hydrogen sulphide smells like rotten eggs or in which order did Ram meet whoever he met in his lifetime. I wonder if someday they’ll…

Just another day…

The other day when the husband was attempting to make the perfect omelette while I was struggling with the not-so-round roti, he exclaimed out of nowhere, “Yeh perfect flip nahi hua to main aadhi mooch rakhunga”. I had to bring him back to reality, “You have no mooch”. It would be a different story if…

A Nutty Affair

There was no food at home. Before you take a guess, this isn’t a sob story. It’s one of those stories where I forgot to make the grocery list because I was busy watching the recent MI movie, not on TV. The television had been acting weird for two weeks now; everything appeared upside down,…

Curly Tales

I have been forbidden to cut my hair for the first year of my marriage, not that I want to go for a crew cut, but it’s getting obnoxiously long now and is pretty much all over the place. Also, I have curls. Yes, it’s beyond beautiful (way to be modest!). Although, beauty comes with…