A family of nutcases

I used to think i was strange.. turns out that i have been bestowed with a family of nutcases.

Mom - ever anxious, always worried, with an exceptionally short fuse and high decibel levels. Adept at forcing food down your throat and making you dress like a joker.. always right, a formidable opponent in an argument (hasn't lost one ever i think)...


Sister - the first word that comes to my mind is "Nasty".. but wait.. that's not my sister.. i was thinking about someone else.. hehe.. oops!! happens :D.. well my sis is actually quite cute.. once she stops crying.. the girl came fitted with a leaky tap.. GOD! the amount she can cry is amazzzinnng... no wonder delhi is flooding.. umm... i think she's gonna kill me when she reads this...

Dad - Let me not say anything on this one....

Cousin - Another leaky tap; I keep running short of handkerchiefs...total drama queen... and believes herself tooo... (hehe.. I am soooo DEAD.... anyway, i shall sacrifice myself to uphold the truth...), jerk magnet (BTW my sis falls in this category too), will go any lengths to look good (she is quite pretty actually), is totally emotionally blackmailable and her parents take full advantages of the fact.

Sighhh.. no wonder i have to keep it all together :P

I can already think of another list of nutty frenz that i have.. peewee... are u reading this?

Alice in wonderland

I would like to see the movie.. But as likely as not I'll end up watching it with the eye of a cynic like I do everything else.

I feel we are more prone to see what is wrong than what is right, quick to criticize and slow to appreciate, find faults than appreciate the idea...

Why do we turn this way? Where has all the wonder of our childhood gone, the trust we placed in anyone who had a kind word for us, the excitement of finding new things. Oh! the joy of finding baby mice in their nest in the attic, the heart rending cries when the adults tried to throw them out, the sneaky attempts to go find them later and replace them one by one in a shoe box.. Trying to coax them into having just a tiny drop of milk...

Or trying to wheedle 50 paise from anyone in the house on a hot summer day, running behing the kulfi waala when we got the money in the nick of time.. The breathless anxiety of catching him and then the mouth watering wait while he took out a delicious stick of kulfi.. The happy walk back home slurping on the treat of the day.

Such simple things and such great pleasure..

And now we have bank accounts full of money, we own property, cars, fancy gadgets, we don't think twice before spending a small fortune on a night of drunken dancing..

but where is the happiness?? Where is the wonderland of our childhood??

I wish I could be alice in wonderland again...

Holi aayi re...

Holi is my favorite festival... i love the color, the excitement, energy, fun, music, dance, madness, laughter, screams, food, thandaai, and the open licence to have bhaang.. the drug of the gods...

On holi no one is a stranger; u have a licence to color everyone... i love the children in the balconies with water balloons, and on the streets with the evergreen pichkaari running around with shouts of "bura na maano holi hai..." which is like an anthem of holi...

Even as you walk out of the house cautiously... looking around to see where the next water balloon or a spray of color is coming from, you cannot help smiling when the color actually hits you...

This day you have a licence to roam the streets in your dirtiest clothes.. getting them dirtier every passing minute, you can gyrate your pelvis on the streets to the tune of "rang barse bheege chunar waali...", you can mount an attack on seemingly hapless men and women, in short everything that would qualify you fit for a mental ayslum on a normal day.. is totally the in thing on Holi.. and i LOVE every minute of it...

A holi played well showes its colors for weeks... though its been a week after this holi now, my hair is still a bright pink... in the days following you can identify the fellow revellers with the color remenants still on them.... and then you grin conspiratorially at each other.. "i know what you did last holi" :D.. you have found another member of your toli to play with the next time...

Holi somehow makes you feel younger, shed all inhibitions and show your true colors... mine is pink this season... what's yours :D

Mumbai Mornings

Have u heard of the old saying.. Early yo bed and early to rise.. Makes a man healthy wealthy and wise.. Well.. Try applying it to Mumbai.. The city that never sleeps..and doesn't let you sleep either..

Yesterday evening (or according to normal standards late at night) I arrived home bone weary. All I could manage was to get some dinner staring zombie like at the television (a scottish period movie with mel gibson.. And the right to prima noctus..will get to that in some other blog maybe).

After getting some very disturbed shut eye.. I managed to wake up after an hour long effort.. Quickly getting ready I realized if I manage to get an auto I shall be actually on time to office..

And my..what happens.. Instead of the usual 20minute wait fr an auto, I get one in 5. A colleague points out that this is really turning out to be my day... I hop in happily and sit back to relax.. The fight fr the day is over..

Poor little delusional me.. Is it ever over in this city.. Turning a corner down the road next to the house I find myself in the middle of a terrific traffic jam.. And after 20 minutes I am at the same spot. There goes my train and all the hopes of reaching office on time..Now I have to cram into some already overflowing train, get others sweat on my nicely ironed clothes, get them wrinkled (almost the just-washed look) and arrive at the office looking like a mongrel..

Anyway.. Looks like the traffic is moving.. Heave a sigh of relief.. And then.. Diversion, diversion, DIVERSION.. So now my auto is wandering in hitherto unknown underbelly of mumbai.. With buffalows, n dung n wells n people bathing and what not.. I am just praying that this route ultimately leads to the station.

We finally get there.. I hop out.. Run in..and just manage to squash myself in a train. Where I am right now.. Beyond my office time.. Writing a blog which I'm sure no one will read till here..

I you are one of those who did read it.. Either bc u love me :p or bc u had nothing better to do, please answer this question in the comments: what is 2+2

I think I'm near my station nw.. So adios..

gaaaaaaaaaah

even my blog is a mess... i posted "Clutter" recently and it goes below "turning a shopaholic".. HOWWW!!!!!!!!!!