Four years ago I wrote this blog post and I'm still laughing about it. Sometimes all the way to the loo because when Red ends up being funny inadvertently, it's bad for my bladder. One of the biggest yarns ever spun in my home is about Red getting a 92 in Hindi many moons ago. … Continue reading Of Romance and Fried Eyeballs
"Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría why cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena" The offspring has been introduced to the joys of Macarena courtesy Hotel Transylvania-3. It was a silly movie with funky songs popping up at silly places but you know kids...they love … Continue reading A Peppy Earworm
I'd overslept this morning and headed out to the gym midday, MLM in tow. Boy! That should have tipped me off exactly what would ensue while driving those measly 4 kms. But by all means, let me wax on and wax off Daniel-San! Sorry, couldn't help the last bit. Watched the original movie after ages and … Continue reading Of Deaf Leopards&Animal Scat
I don't consciously try and make the blog titles esoteric or cryptic even..they just pop out of my head, all baked and ready to go. Quite like how this happened. And in case anyone is interested (Pshaw! Yeah right...) how that happened...read it right here. Onto the actual stuff I wanted to convey...I've been doing … Continue reading Of Mat Jumps and Face Packs…
Last Friday I went to a neighbor's house and saw a veena propped up in a corner. And it brought to mind the little time that I'd spent learning to play a sitar. It made me think of this series of blog post titled- The Sitar Diaries which will explore the structure and form of … Continue reading The Sitar Diaries- Anatomy of a Sitar
My parents are fairly cool. I say fairly because given the fluidity of our lives during my childhood and adolescence they were usually ok with most of the things they came across when dealing with me.One of the biggest changes came when we relocated to US for a few years while I was still in … Continue reading When My Mom Learnt To Rock
Ermm...that's a contradiction actually. Nothing does surprise me because a child's mind is SO elastic that it works in ways I can't begin to imagine and wish it didn't. And yet when the unimaginable (for adults) happens it's also a surprise because the offspring chose to do (read destroy) yet another thing in his own … Continue reading Nothing Surprises Me…I’m A Mom!