1.02.2012

Mirror mirror on the wall

One wall in my bedroom is host to one of the most entertaining mirror I have ever had. It reminds me of the days when the most interesting outing of the year used to be to the Annual Arts and Crafts Exhibition.
I lived in Hyderabad as a kid and all the four of us used to ride astride a Bajaj Chetak scooter to the Nampally grounds every year to this exhibition. It was something that we used to wait for with excitement soaring. And it never failed to appease. The chilli bajji(of which I used to eat the bajji part and my dad the chilli part), the camel rides (which I only used to stand to a side and watch since I was chicken), the endless walk through the fair grounds, the smell of fresh popcorn and cotton candy, holding on to my mom's finger lest I get lost and a whole host of memories. One of the things I remember vividly is the house of mirrors. My favourite was always the one which made me look taller. But the most hilarious was the one which made you look like humpty dumpty.
The mirror we purchased seems to be a distant cousin of this risque gang. The speciality of this mirror is that it can make me happy. I have discovered that the farther I stand from it, the more elegant the size looks and the closer I get to the mirror, the bigger the proportions get. As can be concieved, I do not preen at myself in this mirror. I only use it to give me the shot of confidence whenever I need it.
My mirror has become the epitome of denial. It shows me what I want to see. I read in a fairy tale about an evil step-mother wanting the mirror to tell her what she wanted to hear. Now I have realised why she was so desperate!
My mirror reflects the state of my mind.

11.21.2011

What does it take to reach God's Lotus feet?

After a long time, I listened to one of my all time favourite songs


The english translation for the first 2 lines is:

Can I ever find a way to climb the steps of Nirvana to reach your lotus feet? Can I ever be blessed with your servitude?

The emotion behind the song gets me to the verge of tears everytime I listen to it. I saw this movie eons ago at Hyderabad when life still revolved around Doordarshan. There were two movies which moved me to tears at that impressionable age and this was one gem.

The ultimate holiday destination for all human beings is the transcendental Heaven. Between here and there we have Life. Through this life we live in self doubt of some form or another. A doubt which manifests itself into asking the ultimate question in many lyrical ways. As human beings we do not want to be over-confident or egoistic about God. To thwart such aforesaid doubt we have an essential need to be patted on the back. Every once in a while most of us need to be told we are on the right track. Every good deed done clamours (even secretly) a 3rd party glorification. Personal and professional fronts join hands in this one quest. Work is worship said some wise man. Some of us with software engineering bug in our systems write divine code and wait with bated breath for the nod of agreement at our self appraisal. We run behind life’s carrots like bulls in a rampage calling it God’s will. We take every success in our stride and put every failure faithfully into the God-knows-why bucket.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the seed which grows the social media tree. Even a half baked thought could be entered into a daily contest to be adjudged by all and sundry. The number of likes and the number of comments garnered leads to self gratification. After all it is the feeling of being loved that we chase all our lives in the fond hope that it would get us to the enlightened path where you don’t need any street light to see where you are walking.

Cheers to God . QED.


11.17.2011

Life as a Sonnet

Looking out at the gloomy skies,
Greeting the sun, driving away the shies.
A little fight lost,
Brushing teeth at any cost.
A big battle won,
School for the little one.
Cooking cleaning and admiring,
Yoga flexes my bones and wiring.
Happiness as the school bus deposits,
Lunch pleas and bath as time flits.
Cozy evenings spent with toys,
Lego cities brings all round joys.
Night bears down fast and dark,
Dinner and to dreamland we would embark.

Bonus lines:
All through one friend stands by me,
The steadfast and loyal TV.

4.29.2010

Shop-gifting

Last weekend I went to yet another shiny new mall that got started in Bangalore.
Little Side Commentary : We are bored of malls and eat-outs. We want beaches sans the humidity and the tsunamis.
So this was a huge place and we bought a lot of stuff over a wide variety.
Little side Commentary : We are bored of shopping as well and keep wishing we could buy everything online. We are thinking of monetizing this idea..so dont get any wise ideas.
My dotzy was with us as always and hung on to a small stuffed "Ducky" (that she had picked up from the toy's section) all through the mall. We approached the billing counter and started placing all the items we had picked up to be billed. I took the little "Ducky" too, inspite of the wailing protests, and kept it on the billing counter.
Later, we came out of the mall and I had a feeling that something was amiss. I did something which I never do. I went through the entire bill with some 50 items on it and couldnt find an entry for the Ducky. I have no idea why that dint get billed. Did we remove the article from the billing counter in a hurry or was it ignored by the cashier?
Would you call this shop-lifting or shop-gifting?

4.18.2010

Register Police Complaint for my lost Nokia N-97 Mini

Prologue :

22-Mar-2010 - Hubby convinces me that I deserve the new Nokia N-97 Mini and buys it for me (even though it comes with a price tag of over Rs.23000)
29-Mar-2010 - I fall in love with my Nokia N-97 Mini
15-Apr-2010 - I lose my Nokia N-97 Mini

Main Story:
All was well in my world till I got a mail at 6 PM on 15-Apr-2010 from my hubby. The first few words were "your phone is unreachable". My first reaction was to rubbish the claim and I put my hand out to reach my Mini. Dint find it. I looked up from my laptop and I couldnt see it anywhere near me. A sinking feeling started in the pit of my stomach. Had I lost it? No, someone must have played a prank and hid it. I frantically searched my bag and all around where I was sitting. Negative. I started to panic. I retraced my steps to all the places I had been to in the past few hours. I knew in my heart that I would not find it there. This could only mean one thing - I had lost it. I became agitated as I digested this information. The Mini had grown on me in the past 15 days and I wanted it back.
As I started for home, I became fearful of spilling the beans to folks at home. For one thing it was a costly phone and for the other it had been a recent asset. Most of all I was distraught about how my hubby would react. Being a proud owner of the Nokia ExpressMusic phone, he was always a wee bit jealous of my Mini. He was always inventing reasons to use it. He would be heart broken too.
I came home to find the Mini's box lying in my cupboard. It was a saddening sight. But I also noticed that it had the IMEI number on it. This propelled me into deciding that I would lodge a formal complaint with the police. Stealing is not cool and I will not encourage it even if the thief loves my Mini as much as I do.
I have never been to a police station in my life. I did not even know where the police station was near my house. The only station I knew was the one near my parents' house which is more often used in daily life as a landmark for directions.
The next day I used Nokia's Ovi Maps (on my hubby's 5800) to find the police station in my house's vicintiy. Ovi Maps gave me the location of the one nearest to my home and using the "Drive To" feature, we drove to the Jeevan Bhima Nagar police station. I entered the building feeling a little scared. I had seen such scenes in movies but there was nothing gung-ho about it in my experience. I dont know if anyone apart from policemen and lawyers feel comfortable entering these buildings. It doesnt matter whether one committed a crime or not, the guilt trip is triggered naturally.
At the police station, I spoke to the sub-inspector on duty and told him the entire story of how I lost the phone. I tried to keep it as matter-of-fact as possible but could not hide the desperation in my voice when I told him about the model. The sub-inspector then informed me that my house comes under the jurisdiction of the HAL police station on Airport Road. I was left a little confused as to how the police station closest to one's house would not govern it but there was nothing to be done as they refused to register my complaint there. I then came out and once again used Ovi Maps to direct me to the Airport Road police station. It was a very hot day (37 deg Centigrade) and energies were draining out pretty quickly. But I was unwilling to leave any stone unturned to get my Mini back.
At the Aiport Road police station I met the sub-inspector on duty. Here I was made to wait while he registed complaints about burglary and abuse of a daughter-in-law. When it was my turn, I was made to write out the details of the loss including when and where. I was also made to write the details of the phone itself including the model and the IMEI number. I again got a little emotional when it came to that. The officer then asked us to wait while he fed this information into the computer. He gave us an acknowledgement of the complaint and said they would do their best. I pleaded with them to do as much as possilbe to track it down. I must have told him how dear it was to me because I could see sympathy on his face too.

Epilogue:
I am still waiting for any update about my Mini. In the meanwhile I cannot console myself about
losing it. I have to acknowledge the big role that Ovi Maps played in aleviating a little of the pain during the entire process of lodging the complaint. I would have found it very difficult to find the police stations and the heat beating down would have onlymade it worse if not for this cool Nokia product.


Watch My Ovi Maps story :



1.24.2010

Birthday Blues

January brings with it a lot of apprehension. To understand why, you need to know T. But I will try to nut-shell it here. You see he is a very creative person and he exhibits this trait abundantly when buying me gifts.
January brings with it his birthday when I need to put my grey cells to use to think of what to gift him that he would also like. Its always an up-hill task for me because I would have given up on out-shining him from the beginning.
This year, I decided to use the power of social networking in order to capitalise on collective creativity for individual cause. I decided to ask my friends what they thought would be the ideal gift. The replies ranged from the being-useful-for-the-husband to being-useful-for-the-wife-in-long-term to absolute male fantasy! I thank all of them for their suggestive (he he) ideas. While it is not prudent for me to wax eloquently about the suggestion(s) I put into action, I will say this...it was insane...he loved it ;)

P.S:- Thank you Dev, Usha, Shruthi, Shweta, Prathima, Arpana and Sreen (you have given me an idea for the future)

P.P.S:- Could I use the same forum in the future?

11.05.2009

Support a Cause - Hopenhagen

And this time dont ignore it and tell yourself that you are giving enough money for the orphans and girl children of the world.

This cause you will support for yourself, for your near and dear ones, for your progeny.

Go to http://www.hopenhagen.org/ for more information and to pledge your support to change
Tweet about it to your friends : http://twitter.com/Hopenhagen

Last but not the least, thank yourself for taking a step towards a better planet.

11.04.2009

Fixed Price. No Bargain. No discount.

As a child, walking along beside my mother on our walks every evening, the thing that used to fascinate me a lot was stopping at various sellers and looking at their wares. I had ample time to look and touch because my mom would take her time to haggle for the best price. She, I think, is the world's best bargainer. At her peak she could bargain the cart off a push-cart vegetable seller! I never noticed then that my dad would never be around until the time came to whisk out some money for the purchase. Growing up brought it own woes and one of them was feeling uncool to be seen in public with one's parents in tow. I think every kid goes through this phase of wanting to look cool in front of peers which meant no chaperoning. I still accompanied my mum on those odd shopping trips to the market, but found it extremely embarrassing to be associated in any way with the haggling. I maintained a decent distance enough so that a casual observer would think I am waiting for someone instead of noticing that I am with someone and that someone was trying to go home with the cart and goodies.
I could never pick up the thread of bargaining from my genes and always prefer to pay without protesting. I wizened enough to move away without making a purchase if I thought the price was exorbitant but I couldn't get courage enough to demand an explanation. Super Markets was for me the best place to buy stuff because you dint need to get personal about your purchase. I knew very well that every person in that shop was paying the exact same amount as I was and there was no need to feel jealous or guilty.
Over the years, my mum's passion for bargaining has also decreased owing to the fact that she starts to feel sorry more often for the seller and his family. I think everyone reaches a stage in life where he/she feels philanthropic. They move away from the "i work hard so i need to get value out of every rupee" philosophy to "the other person works equally harder and if one rupee isn't going to pinch my pocket then i might as well give it to him". Now my mom sometimes buys stuff which she absolutely doesn't need only so that those few rupees would help the seller get a meal.
But lately, my bargaining genes have fought their way up. Every morning sees me haggling with auto drivers about the price to bring me to my office. There was a time BV (before V was born) when I abhorred taking an auto who wouldn't take the meter fare and would charge extra (Read). Necessity is the mother of all submission so I have succumbed to the habit and ease of taking an auto to work in the mornings so as to ease my morning rush.
Though Bangalore, by and large has not reached the Chennai limits of fixed fare, we are getting there very slowly with autos charging extra even to drive you to a destination outside the city limits (the auto drivers stick to Kempe Gowda's Bangalore map to determine the limits). So it is that I bargain for every 10 rupees (1 rupee is guffawed at these days) and I must say that I am building up my skills well. Look out vegetable sellers (if there is any in urban India who cares for bargainers)!

11.02.2009

The li'l ad-guru in my house

Today, TV is reality and reality is in TV.
I really want to talk about the brands that V recognises on TV but for that I will have to tell you about the evolution of V-TV watching rt?
My baby got introduced to TV when she was 2 months old (dont judge me, but those swig taking sessions can get boring when your baby is concentrating). Very soon, V had started recognising when the TV was switched on and would stare at the screen. The bright colours attracted her. The sound was never too high and I am thankful to Zee Studio for bringing in subtitles! A few months later she had mastered the remote controls of all the TVs in ours as well my parents' house enough to know how to "Aan-Aap". She then swiftly moved on to changing channels and volume levels. By the time she knew how to walk she had become an adept watcher of all the serials that her grandmom watches mainly the introductory songs. Being on her feet gave her new found freedom to dance when the songs come on.
I have to tell you that she is also a chota bada cricket fan. Every time the commentator's voice sounds excited she jumps up and puts her hands into the air and shouts "Thikther". And she wont have her dad sprawled on the sofa when she does this. She goes upto him and says "Appa Thikther" and will keep repeating it till he also stands up, and exults :)
Continuing with the TV saga, V started to recognise the ad breaks between whatever comes on TV. This got started with the "Joojoo" ads. As soon as the ad used to start, she would leave whatever she was doing behind, to watch the big-heads. Great concept I must say if a 11 month old's attention could be captured for that long. Then came the Santoor ad when she turned 1 where she would go "Thantoo". I wonder what it is about the Santoor ad, V is not the first kid I know who started singing along with its jingle! The latest favourite is the "Doo doo" ad. The other day we were driving through a crowded road with intermittent stops. All of a sudden, V sat straight up in my lap and shouted "Doo doo". We were surprised because the ad was not playing on the radio. She then started pointing and shouting "Doo doo". Following her finger we looked up to see a giant hoarding of DoCoMo! Brand recall at its best. If a 15 month old kid can recognise it, imagine what it does to the target audience (which doesnt involve toddlers who say "haooo" on the mobile) it is trying to reach out to!

10.16.2009

Appy Appy

Drifting away with the clouds

Living eternally in the vaccuum

Smiling without knowing

Breaking out of the glass walls

Somersaults in the mind

Happiness in the heart

Eager anticipation

Just like that

For once, for ever

Happy Anniversary to you T

Happy Happy to you V

Happy Diwali to us

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