Slices of my daily life

Prologue : YT (Yours Truly) isn’t exactly a fan of cooking. Regular cooking is boring for YT and is done only because ‘ paapi pet ka sawal hai ’ :) YT can truly enjoy cooking only if it is some new and / or unique dish or it involves baking. In the least, YT has to give some twist to usual dishes to find them worth cooking. On the other hand, luckily for YT, TH (The Husband) loves to cook…especially some specific dishes. Cut to : Sunday, early morning, at Aanandi, the garden where YT goes regularly with her friends to restore the garden. On this particular day YT was with PP, A and S, working in the garden, when suddenly YT’s phone rings. YT : Haan bol . (Having seen that it is TH calling) TH : Bring a lot of kadipatta while returning from Aanandi. (There’s this huge kadipatta tree in Aanandi and we regularly take home some) YT : OK. But why ? TH : I want to make kairichi daal . (Soaked and ground chana daal mixed with grated raw mangoes and tempered with curry leaves…TH love...

One of my friends is a master at what another friend has named “shuffling”. It is a slip of the tongue (or ‘slup of the ting’ for more fun :D). She does it quite frequently and thus retains the title “shuffling queen” for life ! In fact, we have this joke that if you happen to be sitting next to her or opposite her, you too will “shuffle”. My today’s “shuffle” was quite funny. I was talking to L, another dear friend, and I wanted to say “poori chhutti”, but in a hurry I said “putti” ! We laughed uproariously. Some of us also repeatedly use one particular word for another. A colleague R invariably says “hygienic” instead of “healthy” and on being corrected, argues that if it is hygienic, it leads to healthy ! Really ?! I too have my repertoire :) Many times I catch myself about to say “in the morning” when I want to say “in childhood”. The scariest / funniest (depends on your perspective) is when I catch myself in the nick of the time about to say “alive” instead of “awake” ! J...

Hurtful words spoken unthinkingly and being forgiven for them; A refusal to share, accepted gracefully, and discovering the need after it no longer exists; Blind ignorance of injury inflicted while having fun but not receiving complaints; Knowing that no amount of kindness and wisdom now will compensate for the pettiness and follies of then Knowing that time once lost never returns Knowing that none of ‘those’ actions can be undone Ever

Usually when I drive to office, I am on auto-pilot. The mind is free to think. I have often received stares at signals since I was singing loudly or rehearsing dialogues. I am that absorbed in my thoughts ! Today too was no different. The traffic was relatively less and as one signal turned green, I raced ahead, close on the heels of an autorickshaw. Suddenly the autorickshaw swerved to the right and, naturally, so did I. As the autorickshaw went forward, I saw why it had swerved. There was a pair of kittens, probably 2-3 days old, cuddled up with each other, exactly in the middle of the road ! I cringed. By the time this fact registered, I was a little distance ahead. I quickly took my motorcycle to the left to park it. I saw that another guy on a motorcycle had just parked his vehicle and was rushing to the kittens. I parked my motorcycle next to his. I couldn’t help myself and I too started walking back towards the kittens. Just then, a car was pulling up to the left. The door op...

Reading this reminded me of this and so many book memories came flooding in my mind :) The earliest one is when I was in the third standard. My father had promised to buy me a set of 30 books of Tarzan (in Marathi) if I stood first in class. As it happened I stood third, but he bought it any way :) Even when I was in the fourth standard, I had a fair-sized collection of books. So much so that I cleared up a cupboard, neatly arranged all my books in it, numbered them, made a register where I kept a record of all my books. In fact, I even ran a library in my colony for a couple of months. I used to charge 10 paise per book and it had to be returned within three days. The library did quite well and I did myself proud by earning my pocket-money. When I read The Malory Towers by Enid Blyton, I used to really, genuinely, feel bad that we weren’t living in the UK, because if we were, I could have made sure that my parents sent me to it. In fact, for a few months after reading Enid Bl...

Change... the one and only guaranteed thing in this world... gives me stress... always... but what I fail to see and understand is, that, whatever change I'm stressed about is also, eventually, going to change :)

When you are inside your home, you could be in any city in the world. It is only when you step outside that you are in one particular city.