Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Red doesn't value my opinion in many things. Par for course since he's a husband. But my choice in music (Hindi, loud and boisterous to some throat warbling that I'm ok to listen to), movies and books is where his skepticism is the highest. I can honestly say he reads stuff that's lightyears away from... Continue Reading →
I occasionally got back and read stuff I'd blogged about earlier. Sometimes I can see an evolution in the style of writing and at other times it seems either pedantic or boring. But this one is relevant even today, hence the repost. It was written 8.5 years ago on a day when I seemed to... Continue Reading →
Last Sunday TO had some of his friends over for a pizza lunch. It went just fine. All the complaints, tears, sulks, hurt feelings and booboos turned up bang on schedule at the 2 hour mark like they do with x number of kids under the same roof for a given amount of time. One... Continue Reading →
Well...there may have been a fly and there may have been a waiter and there definitely may be some soup somewhere in this universe. But this morning it was just me and TO, sitting at the dinning table while it was still a bit dark out. He was all agog about going to his cricket... Continue Reading →
My son and I have no-holds barred conversations. These conversations often leave me with a gormless look on my face and at other times it's a toss-up between laughter, crying and looking for a place to bang my head against. Ever since TO and a bunch of little friends sneaked a peek at some horror... Continue Reading →
I have myopia. I inherited from both my parents. I helped it along but for the most part, it's their fault. I also have TO..that's all Red's fault. And I'll tell you why...not why it's Red's fault; that's Biology 101 and I have no desire to relive it. But when my myopia and my child's... Continue Reading →
Note: The author knows that women put up with the vagaries of the hoomans they live with whether they are working inside the home or outside of it but it does seem a little tougher to escape said hoomans when you're chiefly inside the home. You either have to buy a ticket to the tropics (minus... Continue Reading →
We're visiting my folks during TO's summer break. It's tradition. It's also H-O-T and H-U-M-I-D and we're in one of the two rooms that has aircon ergo limited choices about where I crash at night. Now we have a biggish bed for our use and it comes in handy because I play musical bed-sides atleast... Continue Reading →
Note: This is hardly an original title but extremely apt nonetheless, especially for this particular post. Somehow this post was particularly difficult to write. The words didn't flow the way they usually do and I've made more revisions than I've ever done before, left it cooling on the rack as it were till I decided... Continue Reading →
It's not just in rehab that one prays for serenity. Or even on Seinfeld. Parents frequently pray, atheists and all, for deliverance or the ability to bear with those who we do not understand and want to spank the butts of. This conversation took place just 5 minutes ago: TO storming into my room, "HEY... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 