The next big thing

Remember the big thing which I thought wasn’t so big which was going to happen in my life? Well, that is happening right now as this post is being published, that is 13th Dec 11AM. And that is my WEDDING!

Hell yea, I’m getting married now and I’ve scheduled the post so that you guys get the news at the same time it happens. It is a simple affair about which I will describe in detail once I’m back. Because obviously I wouldn’t know in advance what all would happen right?

So the boyfriend gets a promotion but will still remain as the Significant One in further posts too, if and when the need of reference arises

So let me enjoy and shoo away the attention givers for now, leaving you guys waiting and drumming fingers on the computer table.

This is something I’ve never done before and I guess not ever going to do again (what with all the tensions and head-eating ungles and aundies)
So wish me luck!

Incoherent blabber

Popping up to say a hello! Done. Now I’m going back to my not so well maintained hiatus. But not without having some delicious meal of my favourite! Guess? Of course all your brains
Things have been the same around me. Also in a big way not so same. You’ll know soon.

And life s rollin and I’ve stopped watching any more of HIMYM series as I was superbusy (as you all know), but thinking of continuing from tonight. And I also did crazy things like BROWSING WHOLE DAY AND NO WORK at office for quite a while. And not at all bothered about it. Has my conscience died or something?Or has it nothing to do with conscience at all?

And people are quitting jobs left right and center at our office and I’m kinda jealous. And people are inviting me to dinner parties when I’m tired like hell and can never attend one.

And I got some big thing coming up about which I dont feel there s nothing big actually. But it is somehow big, coz its supposed to be. Get that? Huh? Maybe my brain works in reverse order or something.

I’m almost gone crazy in this past month. Coz hello, it’s been a crazy month. Remember? And yea you figured it out, that s the reason I’m blabbering like a madman (rather a madwoman). And two, hello, I havent blogged in a long time. Where long equals a few days. So my blabber is absolutely justified. I missed you guys like hell. Do you know what that even means?

Huh. I’m exhausted with all this typing. I think I’ll stop now. See ya around, sometime soon. Hope.

Of weekend and sundry

Weekends now are not ‘just another weekend’. They are filled with activities, visits to people’s houses, cleaning home (read parent’s home, complete with dusting, sweeping and mopping), little cooking, helping for cooking etc. You get the general idea right? I’m a multiple personality now, all at the same time. And it’s making me tired and sleepy. So I had a very good sleep last night and ended up with a headache besides other ailments. Oh I’m going too fast too soon. But right now can’t do it any other way.

I’m down with a bad head ache and stomach ache. Also back ache. And hand ache. Oh well, my whole body aches and its not really a good feeling. So I’ve taken off and trying to rest which I obviously cant do as I cant lie down in the same position for a long time. It hurts.

You are seeing a post from me now coz my fingers dont hurt. Atleast not while typing a blog post That s what blogging does to you.

So I’m planning to have the day real slow (meaning I havent had a bath yet). And have a good massage (by myself and i hope that wont hurt me further) and sleep a lot.

So that s about it for now. Take care of yourselves and write about your weekends. Which I’m surely gonna read since I’ve got nothing else to do.

A possibility

I’m kind of.. you know.. thinking to shut shop here. I think it’s time for some change. It’s been too long a journey here. But I’m not really sure. So if you see a good bye post, dont be too happy, coz of course I cant stop eating people’s brains for lunch so I’ll be out there again discovering newer delicious ones, I mean brains, to fit my appetite.

In other news my current boyfriend and husband to be has got a new broadband (YAY for that!) through which I couldnt do a post to save my life last night. Though I dont know from whom I was trying to save my own life. Never mind, now that I am able to, I’m doing this post.

I’m reading Bossy like crazy. so crazy that I’ve fallen in love with everything even remotely related to Bossy. Yes that includes John Cusak. Oh no Bossy, drop that dagger, I didnt mean in that way

Again in other news my office life has become ever so boring and mundane that I’m planning to kill myself by drinking loads of free coffee available in cafeteria. I dont know why I didnt already do it.

So that s it, now I go off to die. Somewhere in the kitchen. Of course I’d have those biscuits and tea before dying. What were you thinking?

And dont ask me why I’ve titled this as ‘A possibility’ when it contains lot more matter than that. I just went on typing.

Gyan

Avoiding speaking about a loved one’s past is not for the fear of hurting them. But because it will hurt you, in ways you cannot even begin to describe.

Back with a huge thank you hug!

I am posting so regularly because I am typing up made-up stuff and saving drafts and scheduling them as future posts. So this way you readership (which counts to 6 probably) will not miss me when I’m super busy doing just about any useless piece of timepass work.

So this is the post I scheduled to be posted right at the time it got posted, which is now, is to thank the bloggers who have made my day/s (which obviously is not made-up). On innumerable occasions (seriously, because I lost count of the moments I’ve gone into depression) these people (wow, now I realize they have always been women) have lifted my spirits through their posts about the most unimportant things on earth and elsewhere. It’s just this kind of stuff (read insane blabber) that makes me feel at home. They tell me I’m not the only one with this kind of disorder to type down meaningless stuff and still feel happy about it. They make me smile at the stupid monitor at office, while sluggishly doing the office work (which is again typing insane meaningless stuff that is meant to be the code).

Apart from the normal blogs I read daily, these are some blogs I hold special to my heart, for the aforementioned reasons. It’s just that on a cloudy gloomy grey morning they happen to lift the sides of my cheeks and make me feel better. (Hence I forgive you for giving me wrinkles through that too much stretched smile (which on second thoughts might be the aftermath of not applying moisturizer for 2 continuous weeks(which I’m wicked enough not to accept ))).

If I haven’t yet ran you nuts with that mad talk, I would have with those brackets inside brackets sentences. If not yet, then here are the bloggers I want to thank, whom I might have mentioned earlier or might not have (because I obviously don’t remember).

So here goes.
Thank you guys, for the fun and laughter and madness that you are spreading around. Thanks for being my kind and lifting my spirits at the most needed time (read ‘always’). And thank you for just being out their on the blog-ville and writing out whatever you are writing out. Coz even if it doesn’t mean much to me, it matters a lot. It lightens and brightens my day and gives me blog fodder (well most of the times it’s rubbish, as usual).

Here is a big THANK YOU hug that I’m sending your way guys (ok that s a lot of thank yous now, I must really like you)
Bossy
Sayesha
Pri
Seren

Teddy bear hug

Froggie hug

Suffocating squeeze

Hugs and Muaahs to you all and those out there whom I follow regularly.

Cheerio!

P.S All images courtesy Google

A day of my good old life

Bright and sunny the morning was shining on our porch. I bent to pick up the newspaper and he picked milk cans. That was the routine. Every morning, we went to jog (or walk, as the weather/mood suggested) to the nearby park and came back to fetch stuff from the porch and head straight for a cuppa prepared by him. These days it is difficult to imagine start of the day without having that cup of steaming hot coffee in the morning and the day simply seems wasted. To sip and skim through the newspaper seems like bliss, as the gold-yellow rays stream in through the windows and lighted up the house bright and lively.

We were still sweating profusely as a result of jogging and stretching and I heard him take in a ragged breath which took a while to come out. I looked up concernedly only to find a smile playing on his lips, indicating it was nothing to worry about. I smiled back and kissed his forehead as I walked towards the bathroom to clean myself up and get ready. It was another day, and it was time to take on the world, all over again.

When I was setting up the table, I realized how much I missed Liz and Nick. Oh by the way, those two are my wonderful and lovely brats who are off with their respective friends to enjoy the weekend and still aren’t back. We are so used to having breakfast together at the kitchen table, that it felt weird to serve only for two. Of course it was only us; they might’ve forgotten our existence for all we knew. Kids tend to grow up so soon. And there I was lost again in my world of thoughts and flashbacks. I realized it only when I got a pat on the cheek, and my eyes focused on that lovely smile again.

We sat down and had our breakfast peacefully and moved to our respective businesses such as visiting the old age home, attending society meetings, volunteering for attending part-time to those who with terminal illness etc. Well, that might sound depressing but believe me, it does wonders to your heart. And of course we both go around and see places and are sometimes joined by the kids too. But they have their own lives now.

By now you might be wondering if we do anything at all for a living. Oh yes we do, he writes books and sometimes freelances for the newspapers/magazines. I paint. That pretty much summarizes my life right now. Oh and we love each other very much. After all these years of togetherness, our relationship has kind of developed its own taste, which is something like nothing else in the world.

That I think makes for a contented life for late 50 somethings, don’t you think? Oh I forgot, Will recently celebrated his 61st. I know, I am getting old, but not too old not to enjoy life or whatever is left of it. We had one helluva birthday party and of course I got drunk.

I wrote this as I pictured myself being an old 50 something lady, and how my life would be. I want it to be exactly like this. Filled with life.

This is what is going on with me lately

My cousin T (previously mentioned as Teddy) picked up two books. One for her and one for me. Hers was Memoirs of Geisha and mine was H2G2 (if you don’t know what that is, go bury your head in the sand). I had heard a lot about the former, so I gave it a start, but before I knew I was just flipping pages looking for something. What exactly, I don’t know but I didn’t find it. Finally closed the book at 2ish in the morning feeling utterly disappointed and cheated. For some unfathomable reason, I was expecting something from that book. No, I hadn’t read review or heard it from friends, but I still was expecting something that only a good book can give you. Sadly it was missing. It looked to me like ‘101 ways to become a Geisha’. Add to it no sleep and it made me angry.

Then one fine night, after dinner, I picked up H2G2 (if you still haven’t figured that one by now, ok, you’ve accepted that you’re the dumbest, its Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy). Not exactly picked, it was lying beside my pillow so casually started turning over the pages. The author interested me. But I couldn’t continue more as I was struggling to keep my eyelids from drooping.

Now I have gotten around to reading ‘P.S I love you’ which I found out is very simple and Hollywoodish. Though I’m kind of liking it. If you don’t know that plot and don’t want to spoil your reading (if at all you’re planning to read it) this is the spoiler alert. Stop NOW!

So you continued, and so will I. So here s the main plot, the guy dies and his wife isn’t able to get over it for a long time and how his letters (written while on his death bed) help her get her life back to normal and some such. Yes, as I said, very very normal and common story. But something about it has made me stick. It’s not the best book I’ve read but it’s not made me close and go to sleep either. I reluctantly slept last night at 12 remembering I had a day at office coming. But it kind of kept coming back to me, that, what if I happen to lose someone I loved that dearly and how difficult it would be for me to get over it. And what if the one I love loses me, how would it affect that person. I know it sounds depressing, but it wasn’t exactly so. It was plain intriguing and thought provoking. Life becomes difficult when the few important pieces of it go missing and that s so god damn true. I’ve finished it and at many instances I couldn’t just go on because the page was a blur and I caught myself with moist eyes. I think I kind of like it, me being the ’sentimental fool’ types.

And I’m so in love with the series ‘HIMYM’. Oh you wouldn’t figure it out anyway so it’s ‘How I Met Your Mom’ which is simply TERRIFIC. Only next to ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S’ which is absolutely TERRIFIC. I think I’m in love with Ted and Robin gives me a complex (prefix with inferiority) every time she comes on screen. I’ve seen almost 8 episodes now wanting for more. I’d totally suggest it, it’s awesome!

And did I still am super busy. Yes and still squeezing these things in the 24 hours I’ve got for a day. And I have a trip home, coming up this weekend, which would lead to a trip to Mysore (if at all) and that would be cool coz I would be meeting Y-my best friend from college and visiting his parents (who are super cool and I adore them). GOSH! Another week gone and I don’t even know where or how it went. This is turning scary. But somehow doesn’t scare me at all.

Nothing important

It’s been a long time and truly hectic time too. I’ve survived three days of continuous shopping. That surely deserves a pat on the back, for someone like me, who is very choosy and rare shopper. So that s the best excuse I can give for my absence. I’ve been crazily busy with office work and outside work, so much that I’m really going nuts. And things are not done with yet and I cannot heave a sigh of relief. Huh!

So I had started enjoying and welcoming the winter and before I knew, bam! I had to do various things at the same time, which of course caused chaos in the eating and sleeping pattern. And I ended up with complete body pain and a half-filled stomach. But the spirit is still soaring high and I’m ready to take on the world. I don’t know if I can be regular but I’ll try my best, to at least give little snippets of updates, saying hello and posting irrelevant stuff. Hope and wish me to do the best with what I’ve got.

Will be back with new updates.

Cheerio!

PS: Just realized Mandy has made her blog protected. If you’re reading this Mandy, how in the world am I gonna read you now hon?

Warmth that the cold brings

It is that time of the year which brings constant calm to my mind and a smile to my face. It is autumn, the pre-winter season. So to say my favorite season, for reasons like being able to snuggle in bed for a little longer, to hold a steaming cup of coffee and stare out of window at yellowing and withering leaves, to get wrapped in layers leaving a small gap to hold a book and read, to have endless cups of hot chocolate, to cook pakoras and eat with spicy churmuri, to give and take warm teddy bear hugs and not feel bad about the other person’s temperature being too warm. It is the season of love, I feel. Of pure, unadulterated love.

I love it when the winds start getting colder and the sun decides to take a break. Mind works a bit slower than the usual, taking its time to enjoy and take in the weather. I like to see the falling autumn leaves and the roads lined with trees and fallen yellowed leaves. There is something about the weather which makes me yearn for family and loved ones. I want to spend more time with them, making most of the time spent. It is this season that fills my mind with freshness and I don’t have one gloomy day. Pretty contrary to the literal sense of winter, you say. May be.

This is also the time when I want to travel. Wear heaps of clothes and go roaming. This might be because most of the crowd prefers to stay indoors and I usually get the streets/place to myself. But it kind of feels good to have a cold nose and ear tips after a round of walk in the cold. Still better to have a hot shower followed by good coffee and delicious food. Ah! That s what I call bliss.

I have no specific memories associated with winter. Of any season for that matter. But I know that I will have many memories that I can relate with this season. Starting now, with this post. Of course I remember doing a similar post last year too. It might sound pretty redundant but that is the love I have for it and for the blog.

Diwali is just round the corner (of course this topic should come up at such relevant times) and the spirit still hasn’t kicked in. This is my favorite festival. I love lighting diyas all over the place and spreading flower petals everywhere. I don’t like firecrackers and I’m avoiding them since 2 years now. Go-green I say and quit the crackers, do your bit to avoid noise and air-pollution.

This post is making me realize that the year is slowing advancing towards the finish line. Not slowly I’d say, because I fail to notice where the days go. It feels like some months ago the 2009 had set its foot in, now it’s already ending. I feel all mushy and emotional. This reminds me of all the pending meets with friends and how we slowly lose contact with each passing day. I’ll definitely make sure I call and meet the people who matter.

I’m having such mixed emotions right now and a lot to think about. But first let me begin by soaking in the coldness of the winter and welcome it into my warm heart. Rest will be dealt with as and when possible. Yes, I’m taking it real slow. That is how winter woks, remember?