The last few weeks have been big for the world. In one part of the universe, there was a fairytale wedding that wasted millions of tax-payers money. In another part, a bad guy was murdered(or not) resulting in varied reactions. And while all this was happening, a few brave citizens held their ground and challenged their national leaders to give them well-deserved freedom.
In other news, gold and silver prices went soaring. Right from the daughter to the mother-in-law calculated their net assets! Another website was able to lure the middle class into investing their hard earned money into a ponsy scheme that promises some 400% return in a year. Yes, speakasia. Again, right from the daughter to the mother-in-law was fascinated.
A friend was asked to take a 2-month unpaid leave that left her devastated. Another friend at a much higher level was sacked. The middle eastern crisis has left many with unknown future.
Some normal people discussed these latest happenings, ate, drank and had a good sleep. They planned about the next weekend, spent some moolah at the newest sale and vowed to lose some weight.
I admire these people. Infact I'm one of them. As the world becomes a more challenging place to live in, it's important to take these events by your stride and move on. Be it the job market, the political conditions across the globe, even the air we breathe, everything is becoming a challenge. If you watch the news regularly, the euphoric world cup triumph is a once in a blue moon phenomenon.
Watch the legendary Barney Stinson, try to develop some interest in the boring IPL this year, celebrate mothers day and plan a good vacation, those are four ways to get out of these difficult times. Go figure some other ways and let me know!
Hmmm, I miss the 20th century when life was easier and we found happiness in simpler things.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
For the Love of God -
- Sachin Tendulkar!
I tried to blow a whistle for about half an hour but failed! I wanted to do it for Him, for Dhoni, Yuvraj, Zaheer, Gambhir, everyone. I made silly posters with Indian flag, 4 runs, 6 runs, the works. I hosted 12 hour parties at my place and jumped like a little girl. I danced after we beat the hostile neighbours. I went crazy.
I know you did it too! How does it happen? Why do we love cricket so much? How the hell do we unite like one loving nation when only 11 men dressed in blue jerseys lift the cup?
It's overwhelming. It's the proudest moment of being an Indian. It makes me love my country and it's people. It makes me want to come back.
How and when did this develop? We are 1.2 billion people (Yes, facebook has helped me become better with my stats!). Keralites in Bahrain say they are from Kerela, not India, Kerela, when asked about their home country. Shiv sainiks try to divide us every few months. The Kashmiri's want a seperate state. Delhites hate Mumbai and vice-versa. If you are from UP - Bihar, you are 'down-market'. I can state multiple examples here.
Yet when we win, we gather at a roundabout, shout, scream, dance, wave, honk with each other despite the differences. It can happen only in India. We've had a major over-dose of cricket lately. But it deserves all the attention.
Sachin - you should be a proud man. The entire nation has dedicated this trophy to you. The entire nation has dedicated this moment of unity to you. And that includes me - thankyou for bringing joy to each and every Indian face.
We loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you Sachinnnnnnn!!!!
:)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Lovey dovey poetry!
He loves me, he loves me not
He's in your mind, he's in your thought
He looks at you and your day is made
That's how love felt in 8th grade!
I missed him, he never knew
It was a crush and time flew
What a silly love story it could have been
Oh, it was all for fun at Eighteen!
And then came first love, the movie style
Love blossomed cutely for a while
A peck here and a hug there
I dreamt quite a bit, I dreamt everywhere!
Love happened again and again
We can't get enough of it, you think we can?
And then He came like a prince on a horse
To give infinite love, like a fairytale, ofcourse!
The 8th grader in me loves to believe in romance
Like Eighteen year olds, love puts me in a trance
I love to look into the eyes just like when I was Twenty
With a kiss here and a squeeze there, love will now grow till eternity!
He's in your mind, he's in your thought
He looks at you and your day is made
That's how love felt in 8th grade!
I missed him, he never knew
It was a crush and time flew
What a silly love story it could have been
Oh, it was all for fun at Eighteen!
And then came first love, the movie style
Love blossomed cutely for a while
A peck here and a hug there
I dreamt quite a bit, I dreamt everywhere!
Love happened again and again
We can't get enough of it, you think we can?
And then He came like a prince on a horse
To give infinite love, like a fairytale, ofcourse!
The 8th grader in me loves to believe in romance
Like Eighteen year olds, love puts me in a trance
I love to look into the eyes just like when I was Twenty
With a kiss here and a squeeze there, love will now grow till eternity!
Monday, February 28, 2011
35 years of 'love'!
We always blame our parents for our shortcomings. If you are a cleanliness freak, it’s because of your mom. If you have travel anxiety, it’s because your dad would have acidity 2 hours before every train/flight!
It’s only in moments of pride you think about the good things that you may have inherited. Like my mom’s an environmentalist who would carry plastic bags so that she doesn’t get an additional one. And now, I have the same habit as well. My dad is extremely punctual and so am I. I’ve always thought of myself as a mix of both my parents, you know, taken all the good points of both! Probably that’s why I’m perfect!
But one thing that I don’t like about my parents and myself is the inability to express love. Most parents in Indian families never even hold hands in front of their kids, atleast the generation I come from. Hugging and kissing is a taboo. I may have never told my parents or any family member if I like something about them or not. Even today if I want to go and tell them I love them, I don’t think I can.
Is this because they never expressed anything in front of us? Or is it just a personal characteristic? Well, it’s a shortcoming, let me just blame it on them and move on!
Nevertheless, tomorrow my mum and dad will be celebrating their 35th anniversary. And I want to wish them all the happiness in the world! That I can do :)
It’s only in moments of pride you think about the good things that you may have inherited. Like my mom’s an environmentalist who would carry plastic bags so that she doesn’t get an additional one. And now, I have the same habit as well. My dad is extremely punctual and so am I. I’ve always thought of myself as a mix of both my parents, you know, taken all the good points of both! Probably that’s why I’m perfect!
But one thing that I don’t like about my parents and myself is the inability to express love. Most parents in Indian families never even hold hands in front of their kids, atleast the generation I come from. Hugging and kissing is a taboo. I may have never told my parents or any family member if I like something about them or not. Even today if I want to go and tell them I love them, I don’t think I can.
Is this because they never expressed anything in front of us? Or is it just a personal characteristic? Well, it’s a shortcoming, let me just blame it on them and move on!
Nevertheless, tomorrow my mum and dad will be celebrating their 35th anniversary. And I want to wish them all the happiness in the world! That I can do :)
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
A revolution has begun...
It has been two years since me and my husband moved to Bahrain. Bahrain is a small island nation in the Middle East known for its oil refineries, US navy’s fleet and a thriving night life. No one knows this Arab nation so whenever I told anyone that I live in Bahrain, it was followed by ‘near Dubai’! And now that this nation is making its place in Google news, I think some curious looks will stop.
Anyway, it has been sad two days. And I don’t know for how long this ‘revolt' go on. As an expatriate, I have my bag ready with important documents and valuables so that we are not stranded in a worst case scenario. It disheartens me to be prepared for such a situation for I love this country and it really feels like home.
To give you a lowdown, Bahrain is a very small city-country with a population of about 1.3 million. Half of these are like us, from various parts of the world to work here. This country is one of the most cosmopolitan places I know of and Hindi is actually a second language after Arabic.
I’ve met all kinds of people here. From the simple Jain who wouldn’t even smell onions to hard core non-vegetarians who can’t differentiate their spinach from their fenugreek. I’ve partied with couples who wouldn’t touch a bottle of Rum and couples whose thirst doesn’t quench at even 5 a.m. in the morning! People here dance on the streets, at the pubs and on the beach defying all facts that Arab countries are conservative.
The main problem of this country has been the conflict between the Sunni and Shia population. The king who is a Sunni has supposedly given more privileges to his own sect. The Shia, who are in majority are angered every now and then because of this. The Egypt revolution has given a ray of hope to them and therefore a revolution has begun.
It really makes the future of this country bleak. The King has been moderate in his policies and so the country has been liberal in various aspects as well. If his regime is thrown out and the conservatives take charge, I’m not sure if I will be living here.
Bahrain has really been an ideal foreign location for us. It has the luxury of being abroad and the comfort of being at home. It’s just a 4 hour flight from Delhi and keeps us closer to our folks. But we are fair weather friends. I hope we don’t have to prove it.
Anyway, it has been sad two days. And I don’t know for how long this ‘revolt' go on. As an expatriate, I have my bag ready with important documents and valuables so that we are not stranded in a worst case scenario. It disheartens me to be prepared for such a situation for I love this country and it really feels like home.
To give you a lowdown, Bahrain is a very small city-country with a population of about 1.3 million. Half of these are like us, from various parts of the world to work here. This country is one of the most cosmopolitan places I know of and Hindi is actually a second language after Arabic.
I’ve met all kinds of people here. From the simple Jain who wouldn’t even smell onions to hard core non-vegetarians who can’t differentiate their spinach from their fenugreek. I’ve partied with couples who wouldn’t touch a bottle of Rum and couples whose thirst doesn’t quench at even 5 a.m. in the morning! People here dance on the streets, at the pubs and on the beach defying all facts that Arab countries are conservative.
The main problem of this country has been the conflict between the Sunni and Shia population. The king who is a Sunni has supposedly given more privileges to his own sect. The Shia, who are in majority are angered every now and then because of this. The Egypt revolution has given a ray of hope to them and therefore a revolution has begun.
It really makes the future of this country bleak. The King has been moderate in his policies and so the country has been liberal in various aspects as well. If his regime is thrown out and the conservatives take charge, I’m not sure if I will be living here.
Bahrain has really been an ideal foreign location for us. It has the luxury of being abroad and the comfort of being at home. It’s just a 4 hour flight from Delhi and keeps us closer to our folks. But we are fair weather friends. I hope we don’t have to prove it.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Love is...
... when you know you've cooked a bad meal but he makes yummy noises while having it.
... when you know he doesn't like the kohl in your eyes yet he praises how pretty you look.
... when he will eat at a restaurant just because you like it so much.
... when he will not drink so that you can to your hearts content.
... when he seems to have a constant guilt that he doesn't buy you enough gifts.
... when he says 'chanel' is next!
... when he will wake up without letting you know and go to the office without breakfast and lunch so that you can chill in life.
... when he will shift himself so that you can sit on your spot on the sofa.
... when he will constantly look out for steps so that you can comfortably climb them.
... when he will support you even though his arms are dead tired.
... when he holds your hair back while you are coping with a hangover.
... when he stands with his eyes down after committing a mistake.
... when he pulls your leg in public and then hug you cutely in private for the same thing!
You might not hear him say it enough but it's there. True love is not expressed in words or on Valentines day, it's around you all the time and you can really feel it till your toes! Nevertheless, celebrate it today like never before :)
Friday, February 11, 2011
I'm Sweet n Sensible!!!!!!!!!
If you type 'sweet n sensible blogger' on google, what do you get? My blog! Now that google has also acknowledged that those are my blog's (and therefore mine!) prime qualities, who can stop me from flaunting it!?
In other news, I've been hearing such a lot of gossip that it makes me think twice before making a friend. How can you say that the new people you meet won't be talking shit behind your back. Now you maybe sweet n sensible, but noooo, people wont acknowledge that(thats why google is my best friend now!).
Yesterday night we all got crazy drunk and my husband sang two poems full of hindi swears. I've never heard him swear except once when he met with an accident. And yesterday we all blasted. One was a namaz kind of a poem... I wish I had the courage to recite it or post a video! I just don't like people swearing. It makes me extremely uncomfortable.
Last but not the least, my best friends wedding was THE event of the year. And boy, was I proud to be THE friend who came from 'abroad' especially to attend the wedding! Everything from shopping with her to writing cards to sharing her stress to the farewell, this wedding was more memorable than my own!
Will be posting regularly from now on, and not just random news like this, much more sweet n sensible stuff! And now, I hope you type 'sweet n sensible blogger' and find me there. Ah, I just won't get over this, will I?
In other news, I've been hearing such a lot of gossip that it makes me think twice before making a friend. How can you say that the new people you meet won't be talking shit behind your back. Now you maybe sweet n sensible, but noooo, people wont acknowledge that(thats why google is my best friend now!).
Yesterday night we all got crazy drunk and my husband sang two poems full of hindi swears. I've never heard him swear except once when he met with an accident. And yesterday we all blasted. One was a namaz kind of a poem... I wish I had the courage to recite it or post a video! I just don't like people swearing. It makes me extremely uncomfortable.
Last but not the least, my best friends wedding was THE event of the year. And boy, was I proud to be THE friend who came from 'abroad' especially to attend the wedding! Everything from shopping with her to writing cards to sharing her stress to the farewell, this wedding was more memorable than my own!
Will be posting regularly from now on, and not just random news like this, much more sweet n sensible stuff! And now, I hope you type 'sweet n sensible blogger' and find me there. Ah, I just won't get over this, will I?
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