Posts tagged friends

Thank you!

So now some friends are scared to talk to me for fear of ending up as a feature in my blogs. But that is how the stream of consciousness works. Interaction with people is always fodder for a note. It may be interesting, or scathing, or humorous, or downright weird. But those are my feelings towards you and your actions. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are mine, as much as I am yours.

So yes, I love what you do for me, I love what you cook for me, I love that you are there for me, I love that I can call you funny names, and I love that you have a lovely distortion to my name; I hate that you are sometimes not there when I want, but I do appreciate you. I love that you push me forward, to run, to live, to get a life; I love that I can b!tch about other people to you in confidence and then you guide me to see from their point of view; I love it when I can give my gyaan, my wisdom and you patiently listen, and sometimes yawn. i love it when you call me when I’m in my worst phase, from across the seas. you just know! I love that you satisfy me.

I thank you. And ask your forgiveness. You are the wind beneath my wings, and I need you now.

So whether I know you all my life, and all your life, or 25 years, or 10 years, or 6 years …

I love you

Thank you.

Atma Namaste. I bow to the divinity in you.

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Rejuvenate.

On the 30th of November, I went for a Classical concert, (mostly Christmas carols) and then to the Celebrate Bandra Kitsch Mandi, a mini fair of sorts, with some more singing, contemporary this time. Foot tapping, we kicked off our heels and danced on the grass. Sometimes it is just great to have girl company, nope… better. It really got me soothed and rejuvenated. Ended up with some good Moghlai food, (of course food) and I was at peace with myself. I felt ready to take on December, a month that usually is very contemplative (read depressive) for me.

I think what did it was the music. So it is official, I am a Beast! Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast…

Have a great December 2014.

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The body beautiful.

A thing on breasts, I know it is ‘when you have it, flaunt it’; but don’t force it. Cleavages should be subtle. You have a bust – generous or petite – it is evolution, don’t shove it into the limelight. It/they will be noticed anyway. You don’t need a discerning eye to see breasts. Just don’t make them sartorially obvious.

Even babies notice them, and it has been scientifically proved. And babies also try to cop a feel. If the baby’s mom is not endowed, then it is the kid’s way of saying to you ‘what the hell is that’; if their mom is generous, then it is like ‘cool, this feels like home.’ I know of a baby who wouldn’t go to women who were not endowed like his mom. So yes, discrimination begins early. Very early. Mammilla rules!

Celebrating the female form has been commemorated through the ages. India first. Ajanta & Ellora, Khajuraho, Kamasutra of course! Or just go to any temple or ancient sculpture site and view the gravity-defying globes. Art is Beautiful. (Ya Ya I know. I am straight.)

But on the flip side, look at the super models. Not only they are unhealthily skinny, but they are also, what we used to say in college, carom boards, or Man-chester.

While it may be all ‘about that bass, ‘bout that bass’, J. Lo made it popular. Someone called it extra ‘cushion for the pushin’. But Nicki Minaj in Anaconda made it extremely gross. BTW has anyone ‘heard’ the song? I know we have seen it, but anyone remember the tune? Then Kim Kardashian breaks the internet with her butt! I don’t like big butts and I cannot lie. Even if Ross and Rachel’s kid does like them.

I’m glad I have a flat @r$e, even if after the doc gives me an injection it is sore for hours. Or sitting on a hard bench for long the butt hurts. Excuse me, we are princesses like that. Our gluteus maximus and gluteus medius are delicate, while the pectoralis major, glandular and subcutaneous tissue is well… diminishing actually!

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Technology – getting people nearer?

So a close friend came over, after almost a month. The conversation over 2 hours

 

Me: Welcome Stranger

Friend:  (on phone texting, says a distracted) Hiiiiii (Still texting… goes to the bathroom… comes out).

Friend: So whaaaaattttssssssuppppp….. (Proceeds to checks his phone.. begins replying)

Me: oh my client is taking my life away…  and I proceed about my client and my grief… for about 2 minutes

Friend: (still texting. Hasn’t heard a word I’ve said. Could never multi-task) So Wasssssuppppp

Me: Looks at Friend with a shocked expression.. Friend misses the point.. Texting remember.. wants to watch a program on TV.. so I tell him I m a bit busy.. and he can proceed watching TV while I complete some deliverables.. Am sure Friend hasn’t heard it, bec phone in hand more important than bird in house.

Friend: (during commercial break) So what’s up with the secrecy.. tell me what u doing.. u r being a bad host.. (checks phone.. responds to phone. Moi? Discarded)

Me: (I start trying to talk of my day… )

Friend: Oh program’s back.. (goes back to TV.. I am forgotten again…  till next commercial break.)

Friend: What’s wrong with you today? Why are you being antisocial? (The program is over by then I guess) I want the Monaco biscuits, I saw in your kitchen.

Me: ok shall I dress them up?

So I spread a light layer of butter, some grated cheese and some finely chopped coriander over it. Place in a dish and get it to Friend. (Who is watching TV or rather texting I was sure, in the other room.) …. And guess what! Friend is fast asleep!

Wakes up to reply to text msg, or whatsapp or BBM or whatever.

I have always cribbed to Friend about being on the phone, but that day was ridiculous!

The next hour is the same, Friend texting on the phone, cribbing that I am being non responsive, all the while continuously on the phone. We eat the biscuits, order dinner, eat dinner, and I wonder if Friend has heard anything I said, through the evening.

Friend: (leaving after dinner, or rather, in between texts) It’s so good to hang out with you.

 

So I wonder if technology enables friendship, virtually or in the physical state.

 

 

 

 

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On Diwali

I love the festival of Diwali. I love this Festival of Lights. Always have. I love the lights; I love the food (ofcourse); I love Indian mithai. I love the early morning rituals; I love the camaraderie; I love the festival; I love the fireworks.

I HATE the noise of crackers and bombs, especially when it is early morning and very late at night post 2am. I dislike when ‘stars’ are put outside homes and not kandeels and lanterns. I dislike when stupid old ladies think that is not right for someone of another religious bent to have diyas lit around the home. (The same who will have a small Christmas tree for the boisterous grandson).

Everything is so bright in Mumbai. Every house is lit like a million stars. Every building has a plethora of lights in the windows, some with artistic shapes.

One Diwali spent in Goa there was no lights, no sound, no noise, no festive-decked streets, no buntings, no hope. It just didn’t seem like the explosion of Diwali had hit the place. It seemed dull. Bad.
I want noise and pomp and glamour for Diwali. And some diabetic-coma inducing mithai. Yummy!

Ok, so I have to up my dose of metformin and glimepiride.

What’s your take on Diwali?

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