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So mom always said that I would begin to understand her better when I became a mother myself. And the father always wondered why we persisted in making the same mistakes he forewarned us about. As annoying as cliches are, they make the point don't they? As predicted I now have an insight into what made my parents say and do the things they did. Harsh parent fact for the day is this: Your children

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Why doesn't anyone understand that sensitive people are just folks with special needs. They are wired to hurt. Period. Why is it so wrong to be emotional and to want some understanding once in every while? Why is it so conveniently scripted that being individualistic is akin to having a communicable disease? - you get avoided, or worse you have to conform or get out, or much worse, you have to

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This morning, in a rare departure from my pants and jacket style of work clothes, I decided to wear a dress. A nice, conservative black one appropriately ending just below the knee - paired with a striped shirt that went under it. You might say the very epitome of dressed for success and Carpe Diem and all that sort of thing. Thus attired, I then ran around the house, picking toys, flipping

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In my imagination I can gyrate and glide across dance floors like a nimble nymph ... or like Uma Thurman from pulp fiction depending on my frame of mind. But of course I take care not to actually let this happen. I mean a mother of two has a certain protocol to follow and an image to maintain - I've had my son point at me and roll on the floor laughing when I've tried to show him a dance move or

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Click here to view these pictures largerBeing 40 and being mellow - at the park on the husband's milestone birthday. Nice.

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Recently been going to a lot of watering holes with Tys - between meetings, way back from work ... that sort of thing. Its been a long time since we went out just the two of us. Tys' usual talk ranging from the morbid to the morbid and my everlasting patience with the whole thing - he does manage to keep me glued to every word though. I don't know if its the weather or something but I've been

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I guess we're all more in love with the idea of being in love than with the actual object of our affections. Its the euphoria we chase - like we do with alcohol, cigarettes, religion, rituals, fragrances ... among other things. We're just so much in need of external stimuli to make life worth living. At 35 and married with kids one would hope for a certain quiet sense of well being and a

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Just finished an interview with a free lance graphic designer. Younger woman, not quite 30, fresh faced and somewhat brash. She had that typical style of speech that I associate with Pakistan and got very comfortable when I started talking to her in Hindi. Great body of work - she has dreamt up entire exhibition stands and given it perspective using software tools, she's even designed a window

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A competitive spirit brings out the best in people they say - makes us want to raise the bar, realise buried potential. Its all very good when a competitive spirit is fostered in moderation and with accompanying traits such as kindness and sensitivity and knowing when to let go. But I think thats just me - lately I've been interacting with people who strongly feel that teaching your kids to

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So will be in Bangalore again sooner than I expected - schools in UAE are closing 10 days earlier than planned due to the 'intense heat'. The other half suggested a longer holiday and I jumped like the proverbial seal at the striped ball. A dear friend recently and suddenly lost her father and I feel like I've been given an opportunity to get there and hold her hand for a bit. Going back to India

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Finally a moment to do just what I feel like. The kiddos are suitable occupied in school and nap respectively. The husband has very graciously quit the house to go earn our daily bread and I couldn't care less about cleaning a damn thing in the house right now. Its my 35th birthday tomorrow and I would like to have my panic attack in peace thank you very much! And I would also like to blog about

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... won't break my bones. But the human condition just might. Its too bloody (and I plagiarised just now and I'm not sorry).Ok this so trite. But really, we could use the maker in Swat and Sri Lanka right about now. The last photo of the suddenly abandoned child I saw looked like my little Rhea. And yes I am writing this in my air conditioned room within the four walls of my comfortable home

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Well I'm back to blogging after what feels like an entire era has passed by. But not really, its only been something like five months since life as I know it disappeared into a far removed dimension. And I use the term 'I' loosely. The sun rises and sets and in a unique twist my days are spent without a single moment or thought to spare for myself. I know my home inside out, the shape of things,

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We're living through everyone's worst nightmare. To watch helplessly as your children die - what can possibly be more soul damaging. The misbegotten terrorists, all young lads aged less than 25 years old, are that breed of youth that has been blinkered, brain washed and exploited for agendas that are truly convulated, evil and the unnatural bent of a dangerously rabid set of minds. Extremists are

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Been awhile since I updated my blog. Many changes, many events and just a general lack of inclination to do anything online later, I'm at the computer again ... but honestly, I don't have a plan. I'm not feeling particularly witty or in the frame of mind to write about anyting definite. So I guess I'll make this a random update post for my friends who take the trouble to keep me in their radar

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Right now at this moment, being alive has come together in complete perfection for me. My head is not abuzz with questions, red rhododendrons are in full bloom near my window and I'm being still. Why do I really need to blog about this. Because writing it in a diary for solely my viewing pleasure has always been just a touch too self indulgent for my taste. Writing to the great cyber beyond on

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Folks, for those of you who live or work in and around Koramangala, Bangalore and read my blogs, here's something to do during lunch breaks. There is an old beggar who sits outside the post office on 12th main right next to HOPCOMS(BDA complex road). He's lame and infirm so he can barely move around - please do drop off food parcels to him whenever you can. He's always at the same place everyday,

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I'm glad i married who I married. I really am. Soul mate, best friend, sounding board, all of that ... but somtimes, just plain darned asinine. I'm not just saying this. Its absolutely true and is reconfirmed, week after week after week. This week ...So the man is in desert country working and working very hard indeed. A hard day at the office usually ends around seven in the evening with his

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Friday morning and I've missed every deadline that makes up my daily routine. My son is at home because of a sore throat and enjoying his hard won time in front of the tv - Superman doing his thing. Baby daughter is beside me doing her darndest to turn over and establish a new milestone. Louis Armstrong is crooning Moon River on Media Player and I just read a funny, warm email from my husband.

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Occurs to me that there are hardly any chance meetings in life. Sometime ago, I arrived at the conclusion that every single person we relate with in the course of our lives have been put there as a sort of a mirror - or a gauge ... a means in other words to help us expand minds, hearts, perspectives, beahviour patterns. Knowing this entirely shifts the way we see and do things. Why am I writing

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I am currently residing amid fame and literary glory in the form of my artistically inclined dad - the pater is this seasoned theatre personality. Ever since he's "retired" from his day job, he actually hasn't :). What used to be a one play per year interest has now become a full fledged theatre industry and Flat number A402, has some really er interesting comings and goings, histrionics and

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My daughter is now all of a month old and I've just about started settling into a routine of sorts. When I'm not looking at her and grinning like an idiot, I'm either tending to my son, my health, household matters, packing for my move back to Bangalore and of course finding ways to spend some quality time with the husband who's walking around looking pinched and haggard and somewhat attention

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Just a quick note to wish all you good people "Vishu Ashamsakal!" - have a peaceful, healthy, fulfilling and prosperous New Year. In the usual Indian tradition of synchronicity, Bengali, Tamil, Punjabi and no doubt other new beginnings are being marked in and around the same date and I can't help but notice that so many of our customs are similar - yet so unique. My own Kumaoni New Year was

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For me, sitting still is a learned response. Something in my DNA made me super energetic and nothing seems to slow me down! Except the fact that I'm about 4 weeks away from having my second child. And this slowing down is not by choice either. My body has literally rebelled by becoming a shape not conducive to quick movement ... and as Jane Austen would put it, I.am.finally."confined". Yesterday,

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One of the great things marriage brought me was a special association with a unique lady - my mother-in-law. Although separated in age by more than three decades, we share so many traits in common that we are more friends than relatives. She is forward thinking, fearless, manages to step on many toes, embodies Kerala in her dress, cultural outlook and mannerisms and generally strides across all

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And how. So the young 'un aged 4, was sitting around doing what he usually does - making a lot of noise on a keyboard we had bought him in a fit of utter foolishness. Me, well I was doing what I do best - feeling guilty - for not being in the same room/breathing space as him encouraging him to make music a la Stevie Wonder or some such good parenting thing.After flitting from room to room,

Madhumitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05448821867260907268noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384924345471145246.post-12729710048011211952008-03-04T23:29:00.000-08:002008-03-05T03:26:42.219-08:00

So I ended yesterday with the official confirmation that my company has been cheated out of a significant amount of money by a client who masquerades as a top of the line advertising agency here in the UAE.The incident dates back nearly 4 months when we agreed to take on a branding job for a well known agency and were required to produce and install some high quality graphics for a clothing brand

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So today, my little tyke started on the very first annual exams of his young but eventful life. I prepped the small guy endlessly like the insufferably good parent that I am and gave myself a mental pat on the back for having crammed his little brain with all manners of Environmental Science, English and Math thingies. I thought I did a fantabulous job of handling it all without stressing him out

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Ok this blog lay-out needs to GO. I'm trawling through pages of all manner of brilliant, humdrum, egocentric and what-not streams of consciousness and frankly I don't think that my page quite cuts it. Where is that colour, that self defining page element that screams "ME" (and no, the egocentric ref. above was not an adjective for me at all!).Enneways, I'm sitting on top of 5 ft of guilt right

Madhumitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05448821867260907268noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384924345471145246.post-18100869680754197942008-02-13T06:22:00.001-08:002008-02-13T06:38:40.523-08:00

Well I finally got around to starting my blog for recipes - completely inspired by talented people like my friend V and the likes of Shilpa at aayis recipes . I love to cook and I find the idea of instantly sharing a brand new culture simply by opening up my palette to a new taste truly fascinating. Also of course there are very few of us who would not find satisfaction in cooking and feeding

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Its that time of my married life again - finding the perfect moniker for the second little one all poised to make a grand entry in less than three months. And then there is the husband. I need to count till 10 - or 100 now to bring down the ole BP.Is it just this one man I wonder? A typical conversation with the significant other regarding baby names always ends with me resisting the urge to

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Not to sound like this is about the Magi or anything, but HHG tagged me in an unexpectedly sweet way. This here is just a really nice way of wishing good things for people ... this time for those in the bloggers' community. I have been asked to select three people and direct some positive vibes their way. Simple. And this pictureis to represent that the tag is indeed travelling virtually across

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Watched a lovely little film last night called "Manorama - six feet under". This was to cap off one of those near perfect days that come by so rarely and unexpectedly. I was home from work due to a back ache and enforced bed rest meant that I spent a peaceful day tucked up on my futon reading Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore". My little boy sat on the windowsill with the curtains drawn around him,

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The movie version of the book had its Middle East premier here recently during DIFF and after a mad dash from work through crazy traffic and what not, I managed to get there just in the nick of time. Pleasant expectations of sitting through a screening involving lots of buttered popcorn, wads of tissue to dry my eyes and the company of friends, were rudely interrupted when I almost tripped face

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HHG has tagged me to reveal 10 things I would like to do in the next decade of my life. I loved this idea! It got me thinking about all the wonderful things I've still got to do - very rejuvenating...... 1) Like the thought that there is so much travelling I intend to move on with. Trekking in my native Kumaon, camping in all the gorgeous Kerala forests - especially Agastyagudam, riding a bike (

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Something frightening is happening to all of us and we're not paying attention to it. The world at large seems to be going slightly mad, but thats not the scary part. Its the fact that we're going a little Gillian Gibbons on important issues.This nondescript, nice looking middle aged lady and a teacher - someone who reminds me of my mother, decided that at 54, she needed a "bit of adventure" in

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Ok, so Tys decided to thrust me into the limelight by tagging me ... clearly the man will not rest till the rest of the world is in on what he endures at home everyday :). In other words, this here post is all about: Seven Random and / or Weird Things about Me.The Rules (yes there are rules!), are as follows:Rules : Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.Share 7

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So my quest for all things true seem to lead to all things food! These days I think of blogs in terms of recipes and I guess I could do a lot worse? The last few weeks have been particularly exhausting and what with this and that, I can barely seem to keep any food down. Getting through a day of home, hearth, child and office from dawn to dusk has me a little lost sometimes - where's me in all of

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Friday mid-morning brunches with friends are something I've come to enjoy a whole lot. We did this two Fridays in a row and methinks it can become a regular ritual.The big idea of course is to have something hearty that can stave off hunger pangs between 11 a.m. and 3 p.m. With friends to help you cook-in, it doesn't seem like much of a chore either. We had puris both Fridays - with dry aloos/

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At 33, I've already begun to think of 20 somethings as the "brave NEW generation" of young 'uns who go out an take what they want! Methinks this is not good for my much coddled brain cells. I mean, I don't recognise most of anything thats being spoken about, whispered and giggled between my younger friends these days. Its a strange feeling folks. I'm no longer at the core of things. The world in

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Right about now, am thinking how enured I've become to seeing cats, dogs and birds being run over and dying painfully on the streets of UAE. Big 4 wheelers that were designed to glide over shifty sand, fitted with precise and sophisticated navigation systems, interiors straight out of a lifestyle magazine - can do almost everything. They can even squelch the innards out of kittens and not let the

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Visited a friend's food space blog the other day. She likes to keep it a secret but that would be a real shame y'all. Its at http://foodonmybrain.blogspot.com . Love the simplicity of sharing what you know to cook with the world at large. Love her whimsical recipes. If I was promoting one love for one world - sharing recipes would be top on my agenda. Shareware of the best kind. Lets get back to

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Raising children is a much underestimated artform. When I think back on my own - er ... colourful days as a child and teenager, I can only give my parent's 2 thumbs up for what they must have had to endure!A typical day in the life of little (and I mean the size of a 25 p coin) Ri, has a full sized (ahem) and mainly rational adult - namely, me, doing the complete gamut of emotion - starting with

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... met this one last week (you know who you are ... hmmm). Shapely head, prominent A's apple and not much else. Really. Truth be told, he leaned more towards the asinine than anything I have come across in awhile - and I meet a few. Said bloke speaks thusly:"This place is something else (accompanied by eyes rolling into above mentioned shiny pate). Back in England", says he, "all I would need to

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We're all dying. Inevitably and surely. Time goes by and things don't clarify.But its funny how we can all recognize the truth when we find it. Its the truth. And the truth of the matter is that.I am closer to having lived my life today than I was yesterday. Time goes by. Things don't clarify.Write me an original thought.

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