Dosa and left over shami kebab with achaar, t in bed, V in princeton, me enjoying a peaceful moment with music after the craziness this morning, a soccer game that made me yawwn. I wanted to wind down, what better way than talking to a dear dear doll friend. What would life be without friends, mine would be shot to hell, imagine living with myself....The kind words reminded me of my abbu today....thanks ma.
reading this and that, wondering about tomorrows secrets, blah b'day party and a lot more. Seems like i've started a trend, I had pony rides for T's b'day last year, since then 3 friends called me to get the number of the horse farm. They dont make pain killers strong enough, i tell ya...by god, dard jaane ka naam hi nahi leta...
The white noise of the dishwasher is blanketed with the quiteness of the home, the darkness of the surroundings is illuminated by one bulb in the kitchen, me resting at the fireplace, feet up and the comfort of t's fire truck, nasa plane, dump truck, markers, stickers on the floor is so homey...
Ever wonder, how many stories are out there, floating in the wolrd of books, beautiful stories told, beautiful words are sewn together into a life and i still didnt get a chance to read them, my heart sinks a little when that thought swooshes past me.
on my PL
mujhey tukdo mein nahi jeena hai...
katra katra tho nahi peena hai...
wow a beautiful memory came fluttering to me...
lunoo, me, jijju, siddhan, ashwin and sharmaji...
all of us coming back home on bikes after a ice cream trip at the beach in madras late night....
it started to drizzle and suddenly all of us started to sing the main line of this song...funny no body was even drinking...kya yaar.... i miss it so badly...maybe i should go visit my jeejs.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Vain hopes....hopeful dreams....
(isnt my title a total oxymoron)
Kal kuch aisa tha...
mein aur meri thanhayi takkrathe gaye....
you know how when the world feels like it's conspiring against you, everything is in its place, but just something isnt just right, just not right enough, like the world is not aligned, like something is angry with/ at you....the pain in ur neck just keeps shooting as reminder to urge yourself to find out what it is...is it me, is it you, is it the life, is it the ....it's just is.
The illusion comes and goes, starts slowly to fade away, you want to hang on to it, it bids adieu, it rushes back, it grabs and yet uncoils away, its nothing you can run away from, but everything you want to get back to.
For all the dreams, trials, tribulations, smiles, tears, sadness and sweetness....i need you, the "just not rightness" keeps me going, keeps us all going....wanting to find it. When you do find it, the rest is bliss, the rest is a curse, the rest is love, the rest is what you want it to be, you wished and cant beleive its there...
Ek pal aapke saath,
Ek umre hamarey saath...
ek ehsaas appke saath,
ek khaaq hamarey saath...
ek umeed aapke saath,
ek hasrath humarey saath...
ek hal aapke saath,
ek takleef hamarey saath...
ek raasta aapke saath,
ek kona hamarey saath...
ek salaam aapke saath,
ek ruksat hamarey saath...
Taran's unruly behaviour got the worst of me today, i pulled over and gave him my piece of mind, he cried, i put the volume up on the radio, he fell asleep...we both drove back home. Sorry bacchey, but i will not accept your "attitude"! Dont try it with me...ok, good so we are even then. I know we'll get there one day, until then we just have to deal with eachother.
Kal kuch aisa tha...
mein aur meri thanhayi takkrathe gaye....
you know how when the world feels like it's conspiring against you, everything is in its place, but just something isnt just right, just not right enough, like the world is not aligned, like something is angry with/ at you....the pain in ur neck just keeps shooting as reminder to urge yourself to find out what it is...is it me, is it you, is it the life, is it the ....it's just is.
The illusion comes and goes, starts slowly to fade away, you want to hang on to it, it bids adieu, it rushes back, it grabs and yet uncoils away, its nothing you can run away from, but everything you want to get back to.
For all the dreams, trials, tribulations, smiles, tears, sadness and sweetness....i need you, the "just not rightness" keeps me going, keeps us all going....wanting to find it. When you do find it, the rest is bliss, the rest is a curse, the rest is love, the rest is what you want it to be, you wished and cant beleive its there...
Ek pal aapke saath,
Ek umre hamarey saath...
ek ehsaas appke saath,
ek khaaq hamarey saath...
ek umeed aapke saath,
ek hasrath humarey saath...
ek hal aapke saath,
ek takleef hamarey saath...
ek raasta aapke saath,
ek kona hamarey saath...
ek salaam aapke saath,
ek ruksat hamarey saath...
Taran's unruly behaviour got the worst of me today, i pulled over and gave him my piece of mind, he cried, i put the volume up on the radio, he fell asleep...we both drove back home. Sorry bacchey, but i will not accept your "attitude"! Dont try it with me...ok, good so we are even then. I know we'll get there one day, until then we just have to deal with eachother.
Friday, June 11, 2010
coming right up
From my kitchen to your plate...serving right up a sloppy smile and a hearty breakfast....ha ha.
C'mon now, u can do it! There you go! It aint that baaaad...
Lets sit and watch the World cup....totally psyched...
C'mon now, u can do it! There you go! It aint that baaaad...
Lets sit and watch the World cup....totally psyched...
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Va Va Voom
Not buy THE shades i love - Excellent practice of control! good job!!
Eiffel tower charm bracelet - Fabilicious.
Blouse - 68$
Pants - 128$
Shoes - Back on the list
Have the store lady exclusively help me - A "Pretty Woman" moment
Not sure to pick this, this or this - Very Linku moment
Fit into a petite size - Sweet!
Trying clothes on a the store- Very unlike me.
Drive like a madcap race driver at 90mph - risky
Arrive 15 mts late to pick up my baby - irresponsible
Thinking about i should blog about this while driving- Silly hello!!
But watch him pat his class fellow's back to put her to bed - Totally worth it....
Hot maggie noodles - priceless....(couldnt resist throwing that in there)
Eiffel tower charm bracelet - Fabilicious.
Blouse - 68$
Pants - 128$
Shoes - Back on the list
Have the store lady exclusively help me - A "Pretty Woman" moment
Not sure to pick this, this or this - Very Linku moment
Fit into a petite size - Sweet!
Trying clothes on a the store- Very unlike me.
Drive like a madcap race driver at 90mph - risky
Arrive 15 mts late to pick up my baby - irresponsible
Thinking about i should blog about this while driving- Silly hello!!
But watch him pat his class fellow's back to put her to bed - Totally worth it....
Hot maggie noodles - priceless....(couldnt resist throwing that in there)
Monday, June 07, 2010
She's my...
what? ...
who....
say that again....
really....
crescent on my face widens a bit deeper...
While sipping lemonade on the side walk, last sunday during the downtown festival....people buzzing around, music whizzing in the air, clifford and scooby doo walking around, friendly smiles, knowing nods, with me and my son soaking the energy....suddenly out of blue, he beams to the people next to us, "she's my mom!"...first time he intro'd me like that, we dont even know them, just another mom with her 2 kids, she gave me the brightest smile, and i looked at him with such admiration, and he repeated himself unknowing of my pride of his speech.
while driving back home, just as the road winded around, my thoughts did too following the dark grey squiggly lines with yellow dotted lines dividing them...from the moment we are born, we belong, we are a part of a life that is already subsisting, a palpable life....we are a daughter, son, brother, sister, a citizen of a country, a friend, a confidant, a girlfriend, a husband, a wife, a mother, a teacher and many more as we keep evolving and growing.
With each we become more of who we are, with each we get merged from one to another, with each we live a little, with each we die a little, but can we ever be separated from one to another. Can we be more of one and less of another? Each part of who we were and are keeps living it's course of life, the power of you in you lets you breathe that being. What we take from each of these, lives inside us and we can be so unaware of it...Ever wonder that!
Arjun used to call us by names but now he calls me as "taran's mamma" and now when my sweet child introduced me to strangers on the street as his mom, a lot of my first inroductions came to mind....i'm a little bit more than who i'm, in his world i mean something, i'm somebody to him.
A sweet lemonade on the side walk, to the drive back home, i wish he'd be proud of me when he's all grown up and has a little bit of me in him......i know a lot of me and my craziness would breathe in me, poor lad.
On my PL.
who....
say that again....
really....
crescent on my face widens a bit deeper...
While sipping lemonade on the side walk, last sunday during the downtown festival....people buzzing around, music whizzing in the air, clifford and scooby doo walking around, friendly smiles, knowing nods, with me and my son soaking the energy....suddenly out of blue, he beams to the people next to us, "she's my mom!"...first time he intro'd me like that, we dont even know them, just another mom with her 2 kids, she gave me the brightest smile, and i looked at him with such admiration, and he repeated himself unknowing of my pride of his speech.
while driving back home, just as the road winded around, my thoughts did too following the dark grey squiggly lines with yellow dotted lines dividing them...from the moment we are born, we belong, we are a part of a life that is already subsisting, a palpable life....we are a daughter, son, brother, sister, a citizen of a country, a friend, a confidant, a girlfriend, a husband, a wife, a mother, a teacher and many more as we keep evolving and growing.
With each we become more of who we are, with each we get merged from one to another, with each we live a little, with each we die a little, but can we ever be separated from one to another. Can we be more of one and less of another? Each part of who we were and are keeps living it's course of life, the power of you in you lets you breathe that being. What we take from each of these, lives inside us and we can be so unaware of it...Ever wonder that!
Arjun used to call us by names but now he calls me as "taran's mamma" and now when my sweet child introduced me to strangers on the street as his mom, a lot of my first inroductions came to mind....i'm a little bit more than who i'm, in his world i mean something, i'm somebody to him.
A sweet lemonade on the side walk, to the drive back home, i wish he'd be proud of me when he's all grown up and has a little bit of me in him......i know a lot of me and my craziness would breathe in me, poor lad.
On my PL.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Paani se likha hota
Woke up badly wanting to listen to one of my fave songs, the lyrics and the music were playing in my head and i was hoping i'd be able to locate my pancham cassette. But as i stepped down, i noticed my headphones sneaking out from under the bed, not wanting my babylu to see it, i hid my all time fave gadget from my son, and googled. I immediately thanked god, for iphones (very lame and shallow, i know). But when a girl wants something, she better get it!
Dear god,
i need you to figure me out and fix me asap! I cant handle myself, i'm beyond my understnading, my life is beyond me....well anyway thank you for listening, i know you cant help me, i know you want me to help myself and i just want you to know i'm trying. It's not easy considering....well you know. I love you too.
ciao doll,
moi
Dear god,
i need you to figure me out and fix me asap! I cant handle myself, i'm beyond my understnading, my life is beyond me....well anyway thank you for listening, i know you cant help me, i know you want me to help myself and i just want you to know i'm trying. It's not easy considering....well you know. I love you too.
ciao doll,
moi
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