We come across articles online or in the papers about the divaesque behavior of the celebs. But what about the diva that lives within us all? The one who is temperamental? Volatile even and turns away in a huff? The one who turns up their nose at some transgression-imagined or otherwise. I am very closely … Continue reading Our Inner Diva
I type this out, with the middle finger of my left hand raised and ostensibly flipping off the world at large. But that's not so. I'm not that angsty. Or am I? A few days ago I tried to save a silly glass from toppling over in the wind. The wind was gusty and the … Continue reading A Forced Hiatus
Today, I was QUITE miffed. I don't like driving in traffic. There are moronic men who act like it's ok to keep honking while we're at a red light, behind a sea of cars. There are also auto drivers who have their heads so far up their ass that they can effectively do a quick … Continue reading Counting To 20
I wrote this post on a Word doc years ago and didn't get around to publishing it. Discovered it today and publishing it because it's still relevant and I'm still fighting for my space on the bed!" Travails of Sleepytime Many of us sleep alone at nights. And they are the lucky ones. The ones … Continue reading A Post From The Past
I'm an only child. That was by design. I am used to space. I love space. Not the ones with galaxies and monkeys in the cube (cue theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey). But spaaaace. I have one child. One husband. That too is by design. Too much of a good thing and your … Continue reading Serenity NOW!!
If you're a mother...chances are that you more than just like your kid. Who could resist them? Imps, scamps and monsters to the core but dammit if they aren't the cutest ones at that! The reason the charm of the summer holidays wear off so quickly...for moms, is that the child is always looking … Continue reading Summer Holidays…Why Moms Crumble
I run from my kid. It's the truth. After the first hugs and kisses of the morning are done I run and hide; especially during his summer break. He's like a bloodhound. He can always track me down. No matter where I am. SIGH. No loo is secure enough. No pressure cooker whistle is loud … Continue reading The Flip Side To Classical Conditioning…