Now this is highly interesting! I am still figuring out how to participate but this link should help:
Have fun, tweeple!
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Missed Day: 1
Yep, missed a day in my blog-a-thon. Not my fault this time though. It's just that Abhi had a holiday yesterday. Have you ever noticed that if your spouse has a holiday and you don't, your work/things-to-do still gets into slow mode? Always happens to me!
Let me tell you something interesting that happened yesterday... While at the supermarket, Abhi and I happened to notice a flyer announcing a discount sale at a furniture store we like but think is somewhat overpriced! We were delighted: we had been eying a futon there for some time; now was the time to get it for a steal!
We rushed to the store in the evening, all gleeful smiles and bulging pockets. The futon was there all right, and on sale too. In fact, we would have gotten 1,000 bucks off the marked price! It's just that we noticed that the marked price was nearly 1,000 bucks above what it had been last month. So much for the 'discount' sale! Well, anyways, we got to admiring the furniture as usual and ooh-ed and aah-ed over some lovely pieces that we planned to buy with a windfall. Fingers crossed.
Just as we were leaving a splash of red caught my attention. Abhi had noticed it too! It was a great looking lounger with a footrest; nothing fancy schmancy, just clean lines and a very relaxing experience when you sat in it. And then something strange happened. Abhi, who is normally hesitant to make a big-bucks purchase without days of deliberation (by which time the object of desire has doubled in price, as has happened to us), pulled out his wallet and made an advance payment on the spot.
Well, well, if that wasn't love at first sight! Or should I say, first sit? The lounger comes home--to our breezy balcony--on Saturday! Can't wait!
Let me tell you something interesting that happened yesterday... While at the supermarket, Abhi and I happened to notice a flyer announcing a discount sale at a furniture store we like but think is somewhat overpriced! We were delighted: we had been eying a futon there for some time; now was the time to get it for a steal!
We rushed to the store in the evening, all gleeful smiles and bulging pockets. The futon was there all right, and on sale too. In fact, we would have gotten 1,000 bucks off the marked price! It's just that we noticed that the marked price was nearly 1,000 bucks above what it had been last month. So much for the 'discount' sale! Well, anyways, we got to admiring the furniture as usual and ooh-ed and aah-ed over some lovely pieces that we planned to buy with a windfall. Fingers crossed.
Just as we were leaving a splash of red caught my attention. Abhi had noticed it too! It was a great looking lounger with a footrest; nothing fancy schmancy, just clean lines and a very relaxing experience when you sat in it. And then something strange happened. Abhi, who is normally hesitant to make a big-bucks purchase without days of deliberation (by which time the object of desire has doubled in price, as has happened to us), pulled out his wallet and made an advance payment on the spot.
Well, well, if that wasn't love at first sight! Or should I say, first sit? The lounger comes home--to our breezy balcony--on Saturday! Can't wait!
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Eyes wide open!
Sleep! That is all on my mind right now. Born to an insomniac mother, I've always embraced my ability to sleep well and soundly as a blessing. My mom has recently started a love affair with sleep after having given up her 10-cups-of-tea-a-day habit. So now she is forever napping; every time I call her (and that is like five times a day at least if there's nothing much happening), she's napping or just woken up from sleep or is just preparing to doze off...
Well, all that is besides the point. What's happening to me is that I can't sleep! For the last three days I have been up until two in the morning (watching inane movies on TV; like Wild Things 3, beat that!) and even then I am wide awake. Not even a teeny bit drowsy. Maybe it's the side effects of the medicines I am having (I am on an antibiotic course for some crazy, out of the blue infection), maybe it's a lack of exercise... whatever it is, I am not liking this one bit.
I mean, we all go through those days when we just can't sleep. But you know, you still feel tired and drowsy at the end of the day and you probably lie in bed tossing and turning or like my husband does, watches the TV on mute and promptly dozes off! I have tried all the tricks in my book... reading, playing card games on my mobile and like I shamelessly admitted, watching stupid stuff on television! But my body just refuses to take the hint. I even tried counting sheep last night. No luck! And the sheep were running all over the place; couldn't even count them well.
And it's like I don't even feel tired. Not at night. I wake up at 7 am nowadays; quite late considering that I am a 5-5.30 kinda person. And then I feel drowsy for like 10 min. But that's it! There's no snoozing or anything happening after that! Maybe I am turning into Shah Rukh Khan; he wants more hours in a day to do more. Well, I have got plenty of hours now. He can borrow some! Maybe I should try tweeting him. If he isn't sleeping too, maybe we could chat or something.
One problem I see with this scenario (my sleepless nights, not SRK's) is the appearance of puffy, tired eyes. I see all the signs already and I suppose a few more days like this and then I'll look a wreck. My appearance is the least of my worries though. I am just keeping my fingers crossed that insomnia is not somehow passed down the gene line. Nights are not that fun when you are the only person up and chirpy!
Let me know if you come across any tips to get better sleep. And before you ask me, I only have two cups of tea a day!
Well, all that is besides the point. What's happening to me is that I can't sleep! For the last three days I have been up until two in the morning (watching inane movies on TV; like Wild Things 3, beat that!) and even then I am wide awake. Not even a teeny bit drowsy. Maybe it's the side effects of the medicines I am having (I am on an antibiotic course for some crazy, out of the blue infection), maybe it's a lack of exercise... whatever it is, I am not liking this one bit.
I mean, we all go through those days when we just can't sleep. But you know, you still feel tired and drowsy at the end of the day and you probably lie in bed tossing and turning or like my husband does, watches the TV on mute and promptly dozes off! I have tried all the tricks in my book... reading, playing card games on my mobile and like I shamelessly admitted, watching stupid stuff on television! But my body just refuses to take the hint. I even tried counting sheep last night. No luck! And the sheep were running all over the place; couldn't even count them well.
And it's like I don't even feel tired. Not at night. I wake up at 7 am nowadays; quite late considering that I am a 5-5.30 kinda person. And then I feel drowsy for like 10 min. But that's it! There's no snoozing or anything happening after that! Maybe I am turning into Shah Rukh Khan; he wants more hours in a day to do more. Well, I have got plenty of hours now. He can borrow some! Maybe I should try tweeting him. If he isn't sleeping too, maybe we could chat or something.
One problem I see with this scenario (my sleepless nights, not SRK's) is the appearance of puffy, tired eyes. I see all the signs already and I suppose a few more days like this and then I'll look a wreck. My appearance is the least of my worries though. I am just keeping my fingers crossed that insomnia is not somehow passed down the gene line. Nights are not that fun when you are the only person up and chirpy!
Let me know if you come across any tips to get better sleep. And before you ask me, I only have two cups of tea a day!
Monday, 22 March 2010
Determined to write!
There was a time in my life when all I wanted to do was write. Like the greats, mind you! My favourite authors ranged from Enid Blyton to Jane Austen to toni Morrison and in recent times, Jodi Picoult. In short, I loved everything from the classics to the unabashedly romantic tearjerkers.
Today, I write for a living. Since I gave up my full time job on the editorial desk of a news magazine, writing for a living has taken on many hues. Writing brochures for companies, blogging for marketing sites, writing 'positive' ad-oriented features, websites and yes, the occasional feature stories.
When I first started this blog, I thought blogging would come easy to me. After all, writing is what I was born to do! Right? Wrong! Not about what I was born to do but about keeping up the frequency of blogging. Sometimes you don't have the time, sometimes the patience, sometimes the inspiration.... whatever, my blog looks like the bedroom of a philandering husband... rarely used!
This is my attempt at restarting this whole thing... Am taking a vow (an online promise makes me feel like I am standing in the middle of a very crowded square and shouting it out; everybody hears it but few actually stop to listen) to write in every day, on the big things, the inconsequential stuff and the ups and downs of life!
Happy reading, friends!
Today, I write for a living. Since I gave up my full time job on the editorial desk of a news magazine, writing for a living has taken on many hues. Writing brochures for companies, blogging for marketing sites, writing 'positive' ad-oriented features, websites and yes, the occasional feature stories.
When I first started this blog, I thought blogging would come easy to me. After all, writing is what I was born to do! Right? Wrong! Not about what I was born to do but about keeping up the frequency of blogging. Sometimes you don't have the time, sometimes the patience, sometimes the inspiration.... whatever, my blog looks like the bedroom of a philandering husband... rarely used!
This is my attempt at restarting this whole thing... Am taking a vow (an online promise makes me feel like I am standing in the middle of a very crowded square and shouting it out; everybody hears it but few actually stop to listen) to write in every day, on the big things, the inconsequential stuff and the ups and downs of life!
Happy reading, friends!
Monday, 18 January 2010
Papa don't preach, but please play
On my morning walk/jog (couldn't really jog cos my tracks kept slipping down: have I lost that much weight?), I could see kids in uniform on either side of the road in uniforms of every hue, style and length. Some were with friends, others with parents or grandparents.
As I neared my favourite stretch, I saw a father and daughter standing together but looking in opposite directions. When the bus came, the father started walking away even before the bus rolled to a stop. Without even a goodbye! There had been absolutely no eye contact between the two during the time. A little further down the road was a grandfather leaning on his cane with his granddaughter. Again, both of them had the listless look of routine!
At a bend in the road, a mother had parked her car by the roadside and was giving a tirade of sorts to her daughter, who was half-listening to her. The mother, either due to working woman guilt or supermom syndrome, was combing through all homework (I assume) one last time. On the main road, there was another mom-daughter pair hugging each other and whispering jokes in each other's ears.
Mothers, it seemed, engage better with their kids: am not saying they have great relationships with their kids but they are making an effort in a manner that they think best. But what's with the men in this New Age of parenting? Aloofness will get you nowhere... Agreed you may not be as verbose or as expressive as women, but you men can do your bit too.
My husband's favourite 'love tactic' is tickling. I absolutely hate it and we often wage war on the subject. But my little one, who is not keen on being tickled too, will occasionally go up to him and demand to be tickled. It's strange but they really connect over these mini sessions. See, all you need to do is reach out in a manner that suits you. Believe me, children are adaptable and they will understand that that's the way you love them. This doesn't translate to men saying 'But we are earning for them.' You would be earning anyway, irrespective of whether or not you have kids!
GO on guys, do some bonding. And childhood is the only time you can really enjoy your kids. Once they are all grown up, you will need those happy memories. So go and make some!
As I neared my favourite stretch, I saw a father and daughter standing together but looking in opposite directions. When the bus came, the father started walking away even before the bus rolled to a stop. Without even a goodbye! There had been absolutely no eye contact between the two during the time. A little further down the road was a grandfather leaning on his cane with his granddaughter. Again, both of them had the listless look of routine!
At a bend in the road, a mother had parked her car by the roadside and was giving a tirade of sorts to her daughter, who was half-listening to her. The mother, either due to working woman guilt or supermom syndrome, was combing through all homework (I assume) one last time. On the main road, there was another mom-daughter pair hugging each other and whispering jokes in each other's ears.
Mothers, it seemed, engage better with their kids: am not saying they have great relationships with their kids but they are making an effort in a manner that they think best. But what's with the men in this New Age of parenting? Aloofness will get you nowhere... Agreed you may not be as verbose or as expressive as women, but you men can do your bit too.
My husband's favourite 'love tactic' is tickling. I absolutely hate it and we often wage war on the subject. But my little one, who is not keen on being tickled too, will occasionally go up to him and demand to be tickled. It's strange but they really connect over these mini sessions. See, all you need to do is reach out in a manner that suits you. Believe me, children are adaptable and they will understand that that's the way you love them. This doesn't translate to men saying 'But we are earning for them.' You would be earning anyway, irrespective of whether or not you have kids!
GO on guys, do some bonding. And childhood is the only time you can really enjoy your kids. Once they are all grown up, you will need those happy memories. So go and make some!
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Thursday, 25 March 2010
Go tweet!
The Hindu : Sci-Tech / Internet : Kerala's first ever Twestival to be held in Kochi
Now this is highly interesting! I am still figuring out how to participate but this link should help:
Have fun, tweeple!
Missed Day: 1
Yep, missed a day in my blog-a-thon. Not my fault this time though. It's just that Abhi had a holiday yesterday. Have you ever noticed that if your spouse has a holiday and you don't, your work/things-to-do still gets into slow mode? Always happens to me!
Let me tell you something interesting that happened yesterday... While at the supermarket, Abhi and I happened to notice a flyer announcing a discount sale at a furniture store we like but think is somewhat overpriced! We were delighted: we had been eying a futon there for some time; now was the time to get it for a steal!
We rushed to the store in the evening, all gleeful smiles and bulging pockets. The futon was there all right, and on sale too. In fact, we would have gotten 1,000 bucks off the marked price! It's just that we noticed that the marked price was nearly 1,000 bucks above what it had been last month. So much for the 'discount' sale! Well, anyways, we got to admiring the furniture as usual and ooh-ed and aah-ed over some lovely pieces that we planned to buy with a windfall. Fingers crossed.
Just as we were leaving a splash of red caught my attention. Abhi had noticed it too! It was a great looking lounger with a footrest; nothing fancy schmancy, just clean lines and a very relaxing experience when you sat in it. And then something strange happened. Abhi, who is normally hesitant to make a big-bucks purchase without days of deliberation (by which time the object of desire has doubled in price, as has happened to us), pulled out his wallet and made an advance payment on the spot.
Well, well, if that wasn't love at first sight! Or should I say, first sit? The lounger comes home--to our breezy balcony--on Saturday! Can't wait!
Let me tell you something interesting that happened yesterday... While at the supermarket, Abhi and I happened to notice a flyer announcing a discount sale at a furniture store we like but think is somewhat overpriced! We were delighted: we had been eying a futon there for some time; now was the time to get it for a steal!
We rushed to the store in the evening, all gleeful smiles and bulging pockets. The futon was there all right, and on sale too. In fact, we would have gotten 1,000 bucks off the marked price! It's just that we noticed that the marked price was nearly 1,000 bucks above what it had been last month. So much for the 'discount' sale! Well, anyways, we got to admiring the furniture as usual and ooh-ed and aah-ed over some lovely pieces that we planned to buy with a windfall. Fingers crossed.
Just as we were leaving a splash of red caught my attention. Abhi had noticed it too! It was a great looking lounger with a footrest; nothing fancy schmancy, just clean lines and a very relaxing experience when you sat in it. And then something strange happened. Abhi, who is normally hesitant to make a big-bucks purchase without days of deliberation (by which time the object of desire has doubled in price, as has happened to us), pulled out his wallet and made an advance payment on the spot.
Well, well, if that wasn't love at first sight! Or should I say, first sit? The lounger comes home--to our breezy balcony--on Saturday! Can't wait!
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Eyes wide open!
Sleep! That is all on my mind right now. Born to an insomniac mother, I've always embraced my ability to sleep well and soundly as a blessing. My mom has recently started a love affair with sleep after having given up her 10-cups-of-tea-a-day habit. So now she is forever napping; every time I call her (and that is like five times a day at least if there's nothing much happening), she's napping or just woken up from sleep or is just preparing to doze off...
Well, all that is besides the point. What's happening to me is that I can't sleep! For the last three days I have been up until two in the morning (watching inane movies on TV; like Wild Things 3, beat that!) and even then I am wide awake. Not even a teeny bit drowsy. Maybe it's the side effects of the medicines I am having (I am on an antibiotic course for some crazy, out of the blue infection), maybe it's a lack of exercise... whatever it is, I am not liking this one bit.
I mean, we all go through those days when we just can't sleep. But you know, you still feel tired and drowsy at the end of the day and you probably lie in bed tossing and turning or like my husband does, watches the TV on mute and promptly dozes off! I have tried all the tricks in my book... reading, playing card games on my mobile and like I shamelessly admitted, watching stupid stuff on television! But my body just refuses to take the hint. I even tried counting sheep last night. No luck! And the sheep were running all over the place; couldn't even count them well.
And it's like I don't even feel tired. Not at night. I wake up at 7 am nowadays; quite late considering that I am a 5-5.30 kinda person. And then I feel drowsy for like 10 min. But that's it! There's no snoozing or anything happening after that! Maybe I am turning into Shah Rukh Khan; he wants more hours in a day to do more. Well, I have got plenty of hours now. He can borrow some! Maybe I should try tweeting him. If he isn't sleeping too, maybe we could chat or something.
One problem I see with this scenario (my sleepless nights, not SRK's) is the appearance of puffy, tired eyes. I see all the signs already and I suppose a few more days like this and then I'll look a wreck. My appearance is the least of my worries though. I am just keeping my fingers crossed that insomnia is not somehow passed down the gene line. Nights are not that fun when you are the only person up and chirpy!
Let me know if you come across any tips to get better sleep. And before you ask me, I only have two cups of tea a day!
Well, all that is besides the point. What's happening to me is that I can't sleep! For the last three days I have been up until two in the morning (watching inane movies on TV; like Wild Things 3, beat that!) and even then I am wide awake. Not even a teeny bit drowsy. Maybe it's the side effects of the medicines I am having (I am on an antibiotic course for some crazy, out of the blue infection), maybe it's a lack of exercise... whatever it is, I am not liking this one bit.
I mean, we all go through those days when we just can't sleep. But you know, you still feel tired and drowsy at the end of the day and you probably lie in bed tossing and turning or like my husband does, watches the TV on mute and promptly dozes off! I have tried all the tricks in my book... reading, playing card games on my mobile and like I shamelessly admitted, watching stupid stuff on television! But my body just refuses to take the hint. I even tried counting sheep last night. No luck! And the sheep were running all over the place; couldn't even count them well.
And it's like I don't even feel tired. Not at night. I wake up at 7 am nowadays; quite late considering that I am a 5-5.30 kinda person. And then I feel drowsy for like 10 min. But that's it! There's no snoozing or anything happening after that! Maybe I am turning into Shah Rukh Khan; he wants more hours in a day to do more. Well, I have got plenty of hours now. He can borrow some! Maybe I should try tweeting him. If he isn't sleeping too, maybe we could chat or something.
One problem I see with this scenario (my sleepless nights, not SRK's) is the appearance of puffy, tired eyes. I see all the signs already and I suppose a few more days like this and then I'll look a wreck. My appearance is the least of my worries though. I am just keeping my fingers crossed that insomnia is not somehow passed down the gene line. Nights are not that fun when you are the only person up and chirpy!
Let me know if you come across any tips to get better sleep. And before you ask me, I only have two cups of tea a day!
Monday, 22 March 2010
Determined to write!
There was a time in my life when all I wanted to do was write. Like the greats, mind you! My favourite authors ranged from Enid Blyton to Jane Austen to toni Morrison and in recent times, Jodi Picoult. In short, I loved everything from the classics to the unabashedly romantic tearjerkers.
Today, I write for a living. Since I gave up my full time job on the editorial desk of a news magazine, writing for a living has taken on many hues. Writing brochures for companies, blogging for marketing sites, writing 'positive' ad-oriented features, websites and yes, the occasional feature stories.
When I first started this blog, I thought blogging would come easy to me. After all, writing is what I was born to do! Right? Wrong! Not about what I was born to do but about keeping up the frequency of blogging. Sometimes you don't have the time, sometimes the patience, sometimes the inspiration.... whatever, my blog looks like the bedroom of a philandering husband... rarely used!
This is my attempt at restarting this whole thing... Am taking a vow (an online promise makes me feel like I am standing in the middle of a very crowded square and shouting it out; everybody hears it but few actually stop to listen) to write in every day, on the big things, the inconsequential stuff and the ups and downs of life!
Happy reading, friends!
Today, I write for a living. Since I gave up my full time job on the editorial desk of a news magazine, writing for a living has taken on many hues. Writing brochures for companies, blogging for marketing sites, writing 'positive' ad-oriented features, websites and yes, the occasional feature stories.
When I first started this blog, I thought blogging would come easy to me. After all, writing is what I was born to do! Right? Wrong! Not about what I was born to do but about keeping up the frequency of blogging. Sometimes you don't have the time, sometimes the patience, sometimes the inspiration.... whatever, my blog looks like the bedroom of a philandering husband... rarely used!
This is my attempt at restarting this whole thing... Am taking a vow (an online promise makes me feel like I am standing in the middle of a very crowded square and shouting it out; everybody hears it but few actually stop to listen) to write in every day, on the big things, the inconsequential stuff and the ups and downs of life!
Happy reading, friends!
Monday, 18 January 2010
Papa don't preach, but please play
On my morning walk/jog (couldn't really jog cos my tracks kept slipping down: have I lost that much weight?), I could see kids in uniform on either side of the road in uniforms of every hue, style and length. Some were with friends, others with parents or grandparents.
As I neared my favourite stretch, I saw a father and daughter standing together but looking in opposite directions. When the bus came, the father started walking away even before the bus rolled to a stop. Without even a goodbye! There had been absolutely no eye contact between the two during the time. A little further down the road was a grandfather leaning on his cane with his granddaughter. Again, both of them had the listless look of routine!
At a bend in the road, a mother had parked her car by the roadside and was giving a tirade of sorts to her daughter, who was half-listening to her. The mother, either due to working woman guilt or supermom syndrome, was combing through all homework (I assume) one last time. On the main road, there was another mom-daughter pair hugging each other and whispering jokes in each other's ears.
Mothers, it seemed, engage better with their kids: am not saying they have great relationships with their kids but they are making an effort in a manner that they think best. But what's with the men in this New Age of parenting? Aloofness will get you nowhere... Agreed you may not be as verbose or as expressive as women, but you men can do your bit too.
My husband's favourite 'love tactic' is tickling. I absolutely hate it and we often wage war on the subject. But my little one, who is not keen on being tickled too, will occasionally go up to him and demand to be tickled. It's strange but they really connect over these mini sessions. See, all you need to do is reach out in a manner that suits you. Believe me, children are adaptable and they will understand that that's the way you love them. This doesn't translate to men saying 'But we are earning for them.' You would be earning anyway, irrespective of whether or not you have kids!
GO on guys, do some bonding. And childhood is the only time you can really enjoy your kids. Once they are all grown up, you will need those happy memories. So go and make some!
As I neared my favourite stretch, I saw a father and daughter standing together but looking in opposite directions. When the bus came, the father started walking away even before the bus rolled to a stop. Without even a goodbye! There had been absolutely no eye contact between the two during the time. A little further down the road was a grandfather leaning on his cane with his granddaughter. Again, both of them had the listless look of routine!
At a bend in the road, a mother had parked her car by the roadside and was giving a tirade of sorts to her daughter, who was half-listening to her. The mother, either due to working woman guilt or supermom syndrome, was combing through all homework (I assume) one last time. On the main road, there was another mom-daughter pair hugging each other and whispering jokes in each other's ears.
Mothers, it seemed, engage better with their kids: am not saying they have great relationships with their kids but they are making an effort in a manner that they think best. But what's with the men in this New Age of parenting? Aloofness will get you nowhere... Agreed you may not be as verbose or as expressive as women, but you men can do your bit too.
My husband's favourite 'love tactic' is tickling. I absolutely hate it and we often wage war on the subject. But my little one, who is not keen on being tickled too, will occasionally go up to him and demand to be tickled. It's strange but they really connect over these mini sessions. See, all you need to do is reach out in a manner that suits you. Believe me, children are adaptable and they will understand that that's the way you love them. This doesn't translate to men saying 'But we are earning for them.' You would be earning anyway, irrespective of whether or not you have kids!
GO on guys, do some bonding. And childhood is the only time you can really enjoy your kids. Once they are all grown up, you will need those happy memories. So go and make some!
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