Does time really fly?

2006 is ready to bid adieu. 2007, just around the corner. Perfect time to say "oh, the year flew by so quickly!!" But did it really?

 

I think magical moments, happy moments, blissful moments always come with wings. They go by so quickly...that's bcoz they are short-lived. But a normal routine day drudges along. Time has its own pace, doesn't it? Then unless you are super busy, super occupied, you can't say Gosh, time flew. Or can you? Or am I saying this bcoz I am not working and choose to be a fulltime stay-at-home mom for a while.  

 

I am watching my girl as she grows up. She'll be almost 18 months. When she was a baby, I was so impatient to see her start responding to me. Respond to smiles, respond to laughter. Then I wanted her to crawl, and then walk, and then talk. She is doing everything, except for the talking (still babbling, she is taking her own sweet time) but I remember waiting for everything. None of it was an overnite miracle. I can say the same thing about the time when I was pregnant. Or when it was the exam time of the year when you had to just study study and study.

 

Yes, when you retrospect, when things are over, when the year is over, you do feel like it was a breeze; but the present, the now, has the same pace as time....and its definitely not as quick as we say it is. Things happen, people grow, attitudes change, but all of it happens gradually. And as you walk, run, skip or hop thru your life, you keep filling your chest of memories to be cherished forever.  

Bhagambhaag

The true picture of Mumbai. One look at Churchgate Station or VT/CST.....and there you have, movement. Not one still moment. Everyone just running toward their destinations. Anyways, this was not wat i wanted to talk abt.

 

I actually wanted to refer to the title song in the movie "Bhaagambhag." I am hooked to it. Fast-paced, excellent beats, makes me dance each time I listen to it. I love such songs when driving. Exudes some kinda mysterious power in me. I feel I am the queen. In charge of the wheel and swaying to my tunes. The more subtler songs, romantic melodies, etc I prefer to listen at home, at night time, or when its raining. Rain gives a whole different atmosphere to truly enjoy these songs. I loved the Mumbai rains. I lived on the 9th floor, had an amazing view, could even see the water of the sea and just loved sitting on my balcony seat all the time, especially during rain. Infact, all my friends loved it. They would all be perched up the balcony seat whenever they are home.

 

I listened to this song like 30 times today. Just couldn't stop. That's wat i normally do. If I like a song, I listen to it like a million times, till my ears are sore. In the car, at home, while cooking, all the time.

Tit for tat

Isn't it 'this for that' without the 'h?' Alrite, is this too obvious or am I plain silly? I just wonder who in the world did concoct phrases like this? Anyways, my point here is, is it always justified to give tit for tat? Does it help?

 

I would think that in most of the cases, it is justified....especially if the action in question affects you, hurts you in watever proportion. You need to give them (the second party) the taste of their own medicine. Make them realize what they did is wrong, isn't it? But does it work? Sometimes I think, if they realized themselves what they did was wrong, wouldn't they just come and apologize? And when you do the "tit for tat" routine, in most cases, it fans the fire and leads to more clashes. More vengeance, more hatred, and more spite. Then, how exactly are you supposed to let them know wat they did was wrong? Is there a more peaceful way to handle this?

Mom you rock!

While I am still in my "missing my mom" phase, incidentally, its my mommy's birthday today.

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!!!

 

Though I have never really seen her going too gaga over her birthday; infact sometimes she mite not even remember it.

 

Anyways, I am so proud of her. She has come a longggg way. The way she has managed all the relationships within our family, the way all my cousins respect her speak kudos to what she really is. Amazing. I wish I could be even half of wat she is.

 

And technically, wowwwww, after I got married and came here, she went and joined a computer class. Learnt how to get on the Internet, write mails, send cards, chat, voicechat, everything. And this was almost 5 years ago. Now, she checks all the bank accounts online, trades online (obviously Papa sitting right behind her), does online booking, everything. Am I proud of her or wat? I remember trying to teach her a bit when I was there, she could hardly move the mouse. YOU ROCK MOM!!!

Jinxed!

I spoke too soon. Its freezing cold outside. I jinxed it. Why do I do it? For a lot of things, I get too excited only to see it fizzle off. My mom always told me, don't get so hyper abt things. But I never could hold myself, always screaming away, and then, getting so disappointed. Do we really need to hold our emotions all the time, or is it okay to let it loose? I would want to perhaps share every thing that I feel.......with no obligations obviously......the sole purpose is sharing. But I don't want to scare them away in case they misunderstand.

 

Have you noticed that I start my blog with some topic, and just drift away to an entirely different plane?

Winter'2006

Winter of 2006 has relatively been quite mild to my surprise and I don't say I am disappointed. I am thrilled. I can go out with either a no jacket or a light one or even just a shawl and it suffices, and I love it. I hate the snow, hate the biting cold, the lifeless roads, the ice, the static.......... Oh gosh!!! I wonder how people survive further north.

This reminds me how I used to love the winter in Bombay, though winter was just a namesake then. But even a few pleasant evenings and mornings were cherished, most of all "the no perspiration days." Back then, we used to have a wonderful winter breakfast at home. To start with, mom wuld give us dates dipped...oops sorry soaked in homemade ghee, followed by a full glass of bournvita. Then it would be toast or khakhra, spoonful of chawanprash and a juice, beet-carrot juice or simply orange. Wasn't it a healthy way to start the day? Oh I loved being pampered by mom. I miss her so much.

Creativity

Am I creative? Oh yes, most certainly. But only when I am asleep. When my eyes are closed, and I am floating around my dreams, I concoct the most creative stuff this world has ever seen. Seriously. I speak a completely different language, am explaining some scientific theory that I have never heard so far, am writing a book, can create the most stunning designs in clothes or jewelery, or anything at all; infact most of them are all award winning. If I could only remember exactly all of my dreams, trust me, i would be a millionaire by now. But when I open my eyes, all I can remember are the vague details. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? Well, who said I am sane.

 

Talking about my dreams, they also reflect my thoughts that I keep wandering around with the whole day. Its funny how little things in your day can make such an impact on your subconscious mind that it tends to cook up a story around it. If only there was a dream analyser.

The Big Land

US is big. Everything is big here. Big roads, big houses, big cars, big people, and big portions in restaurants. What is it with the big portions here? I understand that most of the population here is obese and I am sure they have gigantic appetites, but they tend to forget that this is also a land of immigrants, most of which are of petite frame. The entire chinese category (by which i mean chinkus, japus,  koreans, etc coz they all are the same to me) and we poor desis. How is it humanely possible for us to finish our meals in their restaurants, which also in turn, leaves a big hole in our pockets.  Fine, cater to the majority,  which is the bigger people, but is it so difficult to just have two size portions, a half and a full. A half portion would mean a smaller plate, perfect for our appetite, good  on our pockets, no TOGOs, and room for dessert. I hate taking TOGOs. I never do that, especially after one really bad bout of food poisoning that I had a year back.

 

I love Olive Garden. I loveeeeeeee the salad there. But after eating the bread and salad, I barely can finish the main course - Portobello de Ravioli (ooooh, is that yummy or wat?), let alone my poor soul craving  for the Tiramisu. I never get to eat that.

 

I think we need to fight for half portions. WE WANT HALF PORTIONS....WE WANT HALF PORTIONS. So much for being a rebel, not to forget, embarassing.

Good ole days

I am definitely taking advantage of the free calling to London and rewiring my connections with an old family friend Hardik. I hardly remember calling him by that name, coz it was "bhailu" all the time. Anycase, Bhailu, please don't get mad at me when you read this. Anyways, the point is, we were talking of the good ole days at Bombay, or Mumbai, though Bombay is way more appealing. The good ole college days, the bunking, the wada paavs, the canteen food, lying to mom and sneaking out to watch a movie, or sneaking out just to hang out with friends. Wat carefree days!!!!! I was the PJ queen in the college. I went around torturing everyone, considering the sadist that I am. I loved it. Just a few days back, i got a forwarded email of these PJs, some of which did tickle my bone, and some of which, were plain disgusting. Is there a way to get back to those times?

Let me start

Two major reasons to start a space:

 

1. Everyone around me has a blog.

2. To find if I can do something else apart from babytalk?

 

A long long time ago, I started this furious email ball game with a very special friend which took us both by surpise. We bombarded each other with a deluge of emails only eager to reply asap. It didn't last too long. The memory however does. Penning down my thoughts was a piece of cake then. Is it now? I seem to have lost it. Or perhaps I am just too confused in life.

 

And yes, babytalk is the only thing I do over the fone nowadays considering the fact that all of my friends also have babies. And i do realize how boring it can be for the non-baby people. I really need to find something else to talk about.

 

My friends and I are going out for bowling tonite leaving the babies with the dads and needless to say, I am very excited. Yes, I definitely need some "me" time. See, there i go again. Babytalking again? Wooppsss!! hard to get it out of the system.