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.
No it's not about my daughters' but my own...
The heady, exhilaration..
The soft, mushy feeling..
A solace, a homecoming
An adventure, a discovery
Someone who was always there for me,
Setting my imagination free,
Letting my dreams soar
Bringing a smile on my face no matter how lousy the day was,
My best friend, my strength, my happiness,
My best memories
If that isn’t love, then what is?
My Amar Chitra Kathas,
The man who gave me some of the best moments of my life, who shaped my childhood, passed away early this month.
I had to log on to pay homage to this wonderful man,
And to thank him for leaving behind a wonderful legacy for my children too..
(This is my younger daughter’s typical afternoon read-unwinding after school, even during exam time. And I can’t blame her.)
So even though I am on an unplanned blog break, even though I am running a backlog on my work, on kids' exam preparation, I had to write this one post.
Thank you, Uncle Pai! For making my childhood so much better.
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…
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…
(This post is a continuation of my story from the earlier post This happened a generation ago. I have tried very hard not
to repeat my parents’ mistakes. But I am sure; I have made plenty of different ones.
I just hope that my daughters deal with them in a better way than I did. )
Mummy meant well. Being a teacher, she was well-informed about the benefits of CBSE
over the archaic state board syllabus and so she changed my school in 11th
standard. Yes she also wanted me to be away from the strong peer pressure, my
existing group of friends, and begin again as a focused student. I did not want to be a focused student. Getting better marks
on subjects I anyway didn’t want to study didn’t make much sense. As a teenager
who drew on the company of her friends for oxygen, it felt like the end of life
to be forced to cope without them. (My imagination and my
emotions were always dramatic (rather melodramatic) as per conventional norms.
But that’s how I think and feel. Yeah, even now J.) I did try…