The story started as our version of Fairytopia. With me, the mad witch, trying all kinds of spells and stunts to grapple with my two sweet little bickering fairies.
The fairies are on their own wings now, but the fairy tales continue.
So does the magic and the madness!.
I'd love to hear from those of you who've had a glimpse into our world. Thanks for being a part of it.
Wishing on a billboard
Battling the peak-hour Bangalore traffic in the rains I disconnect a call offering a free for life, platinum card. Then there is a huge billboard announcing something about diamonds and women’s wish lists.
At that moment, I just wish I had the time to make my breakfast.
I wish someone would make a microwave that could run on a car battery.
It wouldn’t take too much improvisation to rig up a conferencing system in the car would it? We could just finish with the meetings on the way and get straight to work.
Oh and while we are on the wishlist..a toggle to shrink the sides of the car by just a few inches so that I could squeeze by these competing BMTC buses would be such a welcome innovation. Nothing James Bond about it surely?
and just one thing more: a distance monitor to see what the kids were upto while the light turns red for the third time and I move ahead by exactly seven inches.Those people had it even during the Mahabharta…
Hey anyone knows how to get in touch with My Phungshook Wangdu?
Since we moved years ago to branded, ground Atta we don’t need that Atta chacki anymore-but something which churns out Paranthas as we juggle the clutch/accelerator would be such a blessing.
Another wish: A calorie burner/vitual treadmill that churns as I drive.
All the marketing magicians who keep insisting on selling ULIPs and Credit Services, could you please sell me these instead?
I need them more than diamonds…and so do many other women.
It is a little embarrassing-to type in random musings
to be read by someone, somewhere is one thing. To be ‘read’ by people whom you
know is another thing. Yet, it is so
nice to know that so many of you celebrated my tiny victory. So thank you very much for taking out the time to
read this story. The context: a short-story contest organized by TOI
Books where the prompt was given by author Nikita Singh. These lines were
supposed to be used ‘as-is’ in the story, within a word limit: “I didn’t think I would ever fall in love again. I know that
everyone says that after a heartbreak, but the difference is that I’m not
heartbroken. I’m not cynical, or pessimistic, or sad. I’m just someone who once
felt something bigger than anything else I’d ever felt and when I lost it, I
honestly believed I would never have that again. But... I was 22 then and life
is long. And I’m feeling things right now that I haven’t in a long, long
time." It would be great if you could share your feedback too –on…
These are the details of my experience as a HSBC Credit Card holder. You can help me and possibly many others like me by circulating this link, taking the time to read this post, and advising me on what are my options now.If you are the independent type who believes in not learning from other people’s experiences, please continue using your HSBC Credit Card.26th April 2009After a long day out the previous day, as I was keeping away all the shopping and arranging my bag-I notice that my credit card pouch is missing. I go down, check in the car, all around the house and then not to take any risks, call up the Banks.ICICI assures me there has been no misuse, blocks the card.HSBC-yes there has been a series of transactions-of amounts adding up to approx 10K,, blocks the card and advices me to log a complaint with the police and drop a copy of that complaint to the nearest branch or ATM.I drop everything I was doing to rush and do all that.I couldn’t submit the papers to HSBC because there…
The Holiday Resolutions: There are too many things to do right here. I get more
tired planning for and recovering from vacations. Let’s not go anywhere this
time. Ok, we'll take one small break. But this time we’ll not drive-let's take a flight, or a train, or a cab, or hire a
driver… The Reality: Driving for three and a
half days through steep hills, sharp bends, lush forests and the Kabini river
The Decisions: Since this was an unplanned, unintended trip we quickly
decided on Wayanad because it was the only non-visited destination within
driving distance. We booked our hotel after a quick Face book research, packed
a few sets of clothes, filled petrol, and decided to leave early on Saturday
morning. My husband decided to work from home on Friday to
ensure we pack in early on Friday evening. He was determined we would leave as
early as possible on Saturday to avoid the traffic jams that happen on exit
roads to Bangalore at the onset of all long weekends. I dread waking up ea…