Tanzerin

The long journey of the growing belly has ended and whatta journey it has been. I always wondered why no one ever talks of labour to a pregnant woman (of course unless you derive sadistic pleasure out of explaining the gory details) but isn't it better to expect the worst and end up with something not as bad?! Or maybe not! After the many weeks that seemed to never end [Weeks 38 through 40 seemed to last longer than the previous 37] I realised that my vocal chords can make loud screechy noises even though I had promised hubby dear that I wouldn't screech. Any way I don't think he dared to remind me of my promise after I shouted at the unassuming nurse for telling me to turn from my right to left side [in my defense, even turning is quite painful]. After what seemed like many longggg hours of horrendous pain what I saw in the form of a baby was a milky white uhm baby and the only thing I could think of was...NO not "Oh! I am a mother" but "why is an Indian ba

All of 25 (ok a little more than that!) and I know that many people my age talk of the MANY milestones that have been splendid events in their lives or those of their loved ones. It was probably a 1 year and 1 month anniversary of the first most brilliant tart you ate or the 2 year anniversary of joining the new job or a 30th birthday of a sister's fiance's sister... And it's great to celebrate every small wonder that fills our lives I am sure.  What do you make of a number like 100 then? 100 days since a baby was born maybe, your 100th public appearance, 100 people you convinced to buy lemonade, 100 thousand in your bank account for 100 days (if that was ever possible;)), 100 notebooks that you filled while in school, 100 pieces of collectibles lying hidden in the bottom draw of your cupboard that you admire everyday of your life, the 100 rs your housemaid gave you as a gift at your wedding, 100 to-do things that you wrote down in a small notebook and can't find it

Ever seen a 4 year old trip over a floorboard and fall face down ? She ll get up in a second, cry because she bruised herself and it hurts, complain to her mom that the floorboard tripped her and ask that it be given a beating. You play along, scold the floor and show her a red napkin with yellow flowers on it. In a jiffy, the crying has vanished, the pain forgotten and the floorboard forgiven. In walks a 40 year old, trips over the same floorboard- doesn't fall- just stumbles- and she curses in the air, complains to the staff working in the store that they shouldn't have put such uneven floorboards, that they should have warning signs, talks loudly about how her dress has been ruined because one crease is now out of place, frets over her make up which may have smudged when her hand accidentally brushed past her lip while she stumbled, worries about how stupid she may have looked (in front of all those people!) and goes over to her family to explain the 'gory' details

When I was a toddler, her word was the ultimate truth. Dad didn’t know Math, Bro didn’t know sport, Uncle didn’t know medicine, Aunt didn’t know music, Granny didn’t know Tamil... She was all-knowing and her affirmation alone stood my test of truth. Until she started using the word “NO” and a few other similar phrases and words. She said I couldn’t stay back late after school, I thought she didn’t trust me enough. She wanted to know more about my friends, I called her nosy. She asked me to be up at 6 am for Badminton practice, I thought she was evil and torturous. She asked why I  didn’t finish first in class, I told her she was pressurising me. She asked me to practice my steps a little longer, I vetoed. She forbade select company and I vented at her controlling nature. She asked to pity the rude, I called her naive. She advised to ignore cynics, I told her off. She was always home when I got back from school, I was sad that she didn’t have a cool career. She checked on us in betwe

After several failed attempts at creating a blog space for myself, here I am finally, unsure still whether I should be blogging at all. Nevertheless, here is your quota of my opinion on pretty much everything, my occasional thoughts, gyan and travel stories.