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.