Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
My kid rates fairly middling to high on the maintenance scale. As a family am sure we all do. In each others's eyes if nothing else We rate above average on the drama scale too. And not the kind that rates the good drama and invites curtain calls and huge bouquets of roses. This is... Continue Reading →
There's a different kind of fun to be able to see a movie as a 'phust day phust sow'...but when the movie ends up spanning the realm of moderately entertaining to 'how high were they when they wrote the damn script', you know you'd have been fine watching it after a few weeks or not... Continue Reading →
I crashed by myself last night...was listening to music, sorting out playlists...everything you need head space for and which can't always be done effectively with someone staring at you with googly eyes and asking, "what are you doing?" for the millionth time. I avoided weird bedtime conversations but couldn't avoid them during the next morning... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
I live with two people who want me in their space but refuse to let me breathe the way I want to. I like the windows open with loads of fresh air coming in. TO wants the inside of a freezer all around him and greedily watches the AC to see when it'll be turned... 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 →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 