Seven Years Itch

I am back..after almost a year and all of you know what took me so long. It was a 3 year old tornado of a daughter, a mailbox that’s always full of red flagged mails, a house full of plants that chose to shrivel if I don’t talk while watering them, and my parents who are staying with us these days and I sometimes wonder how many children do I have in our house. Amid all this chaos there is G, my source of infinite strength, love and Rajnikant Jokes.

A year is not a long time you know, I have seen people staying away from their loved ones, in the name of work, education,moving on in life etc. But one thing we chose to take a call on was, no matter what we shall st

ay here in this country, in our country , together. We tip toe on littered streets, we show our hands and cross the roads, we don’t let our three year old play out alone, we do a “parcel” of left over food at the restaurants, I fight and haggle with stubborn Pune autowallahs, I celebrate with a home made cup of tea when I strike a deal with the local Baai to charge me Rs100 less than the usual bartan jhadu pocha rates, G and Baba love to visit the smelly fish market every Sunday, touch and feel the stuff on display before the weeks loot is taken ,Maa has her new found friends , one of who does her eyebrows for free whenever needed and oh yes we have the luxury of a cook , a maid and also a cleaner.

Who does not love this country !

So amid all this talking, bargaining, walking cooking, buying grocery, making business pitches, I lost time for this blog.

This blog taught me to write, to express myself the way I never did before, it gave me so many applauds and bravos when someone would read it for the first time , it gave me my first celebrity moment when someone recognized me in a mall because of my blog, it gave me so many many wonderful beautiful friends who have stayed with me through all these 7 years..Oh yes this blog is 7 years old !

So to take care of the seven years itch, here is my first attempt at getting back to what I have always loved, writing…and talking.

It about moving ahead, its about picking up the best from the past and creating something even more beautiful and most importantly this page will always be about Love and other beautiful disasters.

P.S: I love you

The first time we met, i was struck by his fingers..they were dainty, they were creative, passionate,comfortable and made me wanna slip my fingers between. I read somewhere,long back ,that God left gaps between our fingers so someone comes and places his fingers in between. I knew ,thats what i wanted to happen right then.

The second time we met, he fideled with a glass of water and i had the strong urge to hold his hands. We spoke for an hour and i realized what people say when they say"i wish time would freeze"

The next time we met, he walked beside me, trying his best to keep his steps small to match with mine.And i wore flat chappals to try and match his pace. That evening i walked and kept thinking about a movie i had seen long back" a walk in the clouds"

The following "date" was a little more eventful as we sat by the sea-side talking and sharing our lives,our families,our music and more similarities. Somewhere in between i realized i now shared my life with this man.

The next we met i only remember the look on his face as my train pulled out of the Bandra station. The feeling of "being empty" is what i experienced for the first time, knowing we would be meeting after a month after he returns from an on-site project.

We read eachothers thoughts over the pone, heard the soft "i love you" in our mails, we counted days to meet again and wondered,whats this happening to me?to us? we knew the answer

The next meeting was anxiously waited for as jetlagged man came and smiled at me as i waited for him to arrive,at our usual place by the sea beach. It was the first time i heard him humming a song and wished if he would ever hum one for me.

As i sat next to him the next time we met, i shifted slowly shyly towards him, noticing a small smile on his face as he tried looking the other way and smile.

As i write this today after after almost one and a half years, i know the most beautiful feeling is to have his fingers between mine, and they promise the world to me. And as he paints, writes,cooks,drives,talks and sleeps i keep thanking God for sending him to hold my hands for a lifetime.

P.S: happy anniversary baby

pink loofah and gillete Mak 3's

i started asking you for suggestions.

you asked me if the shirt was too small.

i looked at you while you slept and smiled.

you ran your fingers through my hair and smiled.

you drove the car and i sat quitely , not distracting you

i write in my blog and you sleep in bliss next to me.

you started liking sweets after dinner.

i enjoyed breezer with red bull.

you really quit giving attention to the PS2

I have cut down my sunday noon pedicures to snuggle in the sofa and watch TV with you

i started sleeping with the curtains drawn

you finaly took on the responsibility of switching on the "good night"

you took m out to drive the car with all your patience

i keep my patience as the kitchen turns into a battle ground when you cook.

the bathroom windows are always to be kept opened, but you always forget

how the credit card people add interest ,i always forget to send you the mails

i have tried to make place for your shaving foam in the bathroom

you never complain on using a bathroom with butterflies painted and pink loofahs

Chocolate souffle was always a dessert.till you saw my new lotion

Black belts were always worn on my dresses,till you spoke about your six sigma thingy

i glow when someone refers to me as "G's wife"

you blush when people say" you guys are so made for each other"

I am in love

and you love me

Wednesday Morning and G's culinary skills

And its 7:30 Wednesday morning, i am checking my mails for the Nth time to see if the important mail has come but as you all know, it has not...

Anyway the upside of life.....G is making us an omlette for breakfast and as i hear him going "wooooow" in the kitchen its because he has managed to make a super fluffy omlette by a trick i taught him on Sunday. He placed a lid on top of the pan ,with the burner on low heat and so the omlette looks like a pizza..only tastier since he claims"woooow maaan this looks awesome"

see the ups and downs in my life!!!

P.S: Try it the next time you crack an egg on the pan...the fluffy one will make you :)

the first "baby"

g: hii..just got done with all the work,are you sleeping?did i disturb you?

me: (rubbing my eyes n trying to open my eyes) nahiii i was awake, just reading a book, waiting for your call

g:heyii m sorry, why dont you go back to sleep, we can catch up tomorrow.

me: no no its fine baba..i am awake..reading

g:which book?

me:uuummmm..."For matrimonial Purposes"

g:(smiling) whats it about?

me:ohhh just what you and me are going through now..i could associate with what was written in it so got it today on the way back from work..

g: did you get to sit in the train today or as usuall standing by the door?

me:yaaa i did get a place to sit but there was this hugely pregnant lady so i gave her my seat.

g:oh(not knowing what should be said to my previous statement)

g:(genuinely confused) what is hugely pregnant?

me:oh ho...she seemed as though she would be popping out babies any minute..so hugely!!

g:(laughing) oh achaa i see i see

silence followed..i see my help needed in carrying this conversation ahead

me: so when is your return ticket confirmd for?

g:i told my boss that the marriage is on 11th so i need to be in India by 2nd Feb..and he said"is there any way you can postphone the dates? dont worry, i told him it cant be done

me:(skipping a beat) please ya tell him you have to be here before the 2nd..i leave for Jamshedpur on the 3rd..lets meet once before the "biye"(marriage,as known in bengali)

g:ya baby i will be there

me:(rolling my blush..he said "baby") ok

g: what happened??

me: naii nahii nothing...just liked what you said

g;whaaatt??

me:kuch nahi kuch nahi(nothing nothing)

g:whaatttt??

me: you said "baby"...i liked it

silence on the other side...

me: heyii you are smiling now..

g:no no..

me:ya ..i can figure that out..you are smiling

g:Gudnyt baby...

me:gudnyt...baby

(This was one of the many midnight conversations between G and me as we poke from two parts of the globe in Mumbai and Germany..considering this is how we "courted" these conversations are very close to my heart and writing them just makes me count my blesings again)

Dil haarey....

He had made up his mind this time,enough is what he had so far and this time around he will put his foot down. He tried not looking into her face, those eyes, that sulk..it was all too familiar.he knew he would fall for it and forget all his determination.This was not the first time they had an argument, but not like everytime where he made up for the quarrel, this time he will keep looking into the book...which book was he reading..damn...The Hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh. so much for knowing about jwaar bhatta(high and low tide) he was at his lowest now ,pretending to be at his highest..ah sweet self respect.

hhhmmmm aankho se jab bhi ho teri aankhen juda man se jab bhi ho tera man khafa

He peeped from his book to see what she was doing,she seemed busy with her cooking. They had planned on eating out but the turn of events made them land at home within 10 minutes of stepping out. She was chopping tomatoes which such vengence, he wanted her to be carefull,as se kept dicing the knife threatengingly.He wanted to help her tuck away that curl behind her ear, as it came in front of her eyes.

tujhe pukare,pukare tujhay man ghabray,bhulaey tujhe,dil haarey pukare tujhe man ja re manale mujhe

She kept cocentrating on the task ahead, she dint want to cook at all.she was okay with some cookies and milk, but what would he have for dinner..uuffff cant beleive it,inspite of the fight they had she was still wondering what would he have for dinner.If only he would have been a little more enthusiastic about it, they would be savouring pasta and wine by now at "Seasons".well,even she could have been a little less agry with him..now look what happened,Friday night and we are fighting :(

sunn payare lagaley gale khoja re, tu gaa re sang re

She wondered, was it always like this from the begining?? no it wasnt.they used to walk beside eachother in complet harmony ,silently,holding hands,watching the waves and thousand of people walk by.it dint bother them,even if they were just the two of them. He was her world, nothign could ever take his place

tere bina zindagi laagey ek saza tera saath ho to, yeh saza laagey ek jazaa toh badte jaye raste saare duniya peeche,hum hai aagey

She looked at him, he looked busy, at least he was putting up a good act of being so. She went ahead and placed the bowl of maggi in front of him.

He looked up and saw a small smile.....
dil haarey.....


"Dil Haarey " is one of my favorite by the Pakistani band JAL,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiUcrRkkY3I&feature=related

G this one is for you

Baby its been three weeks past my birthday and have not received my birthday gift from you yet...yes i consider that you paid off my credit card bill,my sometimes huge phone bills and also the sudden shopping urge i had last week,however, i have not got a gift for my birthday.

Chocolates and diamonds will not be frowned upon :)

And G baby, i love you a lot but i always welcome "surprise gifts"

P.S: Remember the solitaire i showed you on TV baby :)

signed,

your loving wife

my triumph over celebrations

yesterday i was sitting in the office and noticed the calender...3rd August..that gets ,y anniversary date just 8 days away. Now, this will be my one and a half year anniversary,of marital bliss.Perhaps when i use the word bliss you can gauge that i really mean it.being married to the worlds most adorable man is reason enough to celebrate each day for me.However, i did face a lot of questions and laughter when i announced i am going out gift shopping.

The first obvious question was whats a one and a half year anniversary? honestly i could not understand the confusion..its simple for me to celebrate special moments in life..of course i do not promise continuing this,in the future cuz its completely upto my convenience that i celebrate something..be it a birthday or just a day to proclaimi love you. I always wonder why people say dont start something that you cant finish whats more important..knowing that you started somethign that gave you hapiness or regreting not starting it all. whatever be it, all i know is that i have always done what i wanted to and this time celebrating this anniversary is no different.

So i set out , like all other times to pick up the following mandatory items:
Card
wrapping paper
gift
ribbon
and flowers..

th flowers here have been kept on hold till the 11th, but the rest of the items have been well taken care of. when i was picking up a shirt for him,i realsied its soemhting that i love doing so much, just the tiny detaisl you pay attntion to,the fit, the sleeves should not be too long,which trouser can he team up the shirt with, does he have shoes to go with it etc...ts fun when you pay so much attention to something that you are not buying for yourself..and the best part is yet to come.its sale season so i got a steal of 40% flat.

I picked up a super yellow wrapping par with green dinnosaurs proclaimingpresent inside written all over in red and pink..and to give the gift wrapping a amster touch a i had a pink ribbon too. The card, somehow happende to be pink,though i try avoiding that colour for him, but invariably the ones with the nice quotes are pink.

when i reached home yesterday,hidding the surprise in my cupboard till 11th was done very carefully since i got very questioning looks on my bulky looking handbag...but those probing looks, the patience of holding on till11th,the smile on his face, teh reactionoh but you have already got me so many shirts and also oopss i forgot to get you anything its all a part of the celebration...and perhaps this is my way of feeling victorious over a celebration.

P.S: I Love You

The first time we met, i was struck by his fingers..they were dainty, they were creative, passionate,comfortable and made me wanna slip my fingers between. I read somewhere,long back ,that God left gaps between our fingers so someone comes and places his fingers in between. I knew ,thats what i wanted to happen right then.

The second time we met, he fideled with a glass of water and i had the strong urge to hold his hands. We spoke for an hour and i realized what people say when they say"i wish time would freeze"

The next time we met, he walked beside me, trying his best to keep his steps small to match with mine.And i wore flat chappals to try and match his pace. That evening i walked and kept thinking about a movie i had seen long back" a walk in the clouds"

The following "date" was a little more eventful as we sat by the sea-side talking and sharing our lives,our families,our music and more similarities. Somewhere in between i realized i now shared my life with this man.

The next we met i only remember the look on his face as my train pulled out of the Bandra station. The feeling of "being empty" is what i experienced for the first time, knowing we would be meeting after a month after he returns from an on-site project.

We read eachothers thoughts over the pone, heard the soft "i love you" in our mails, we counted days to meet again and wondered,whats this happening to me?to us? we knew the answer

The next meeting was anxiously waited for as jetlagged man came and smiled at me as i waited for him to arrive,at our usual place by the sea beach. It was the first time i heard him humming a song and wished if he would ever hum one for me.

As i sat next to him the next time we met, i shifted slowly shyly towards him, noticing a small smile on his face as he tried looking the other way and smile.

As i write this today after after almost one and a half years, i know the most beautiful feeling is to have his fingers between mine, and they promise the world to me. And as he paints, writes,cooks,drives,talks and sleeps i keep thanking God for sending him to hold my hands for a lifetime.

P.S: happy anniversary baby

books: pictures and covers

Everytime i walk into a book store i face a crisis...which one do i buy this time??? i dont remember the last time i bought a book on someone's reference....you know the usual statement" it's an awesome book, absolute must read" . i think the last time i tried reading "The catcher in the rye" i made a mistake..with all due respects to its hugely popolar fan follwoing..its was just not the kind i would have liked.

Some days back i had book hunting in a shop and came across a very interesting book titlled " Married but available" .Now let me tell you one thing.. i DO judge a book by its cover. something about the colours blue , purple and pink that pull me to them. however , this one had a yellow cover but what struck me was the title..."interesting i say" and now comes the dirty confession...i actually though what would Mr.Mukherjee think on seeing his wife faunting a book titled so scandelously. So i dint bother reading the book...it became history.

Not really....i came back from visiting my parents in march and was unpacking, when suddenly somethign yellow caught my attention in the shelf of books....Mr.Mukherjee was currently reading " Married but available" while i was visiting my parents..

Wright now as i type this i can think of so many such instances when the name of the book scandalized em enough to drop the idea of buyinh it..

"A married woman's guide to infidelity"

"Ice in the bedroom"

"Confssions of a shopaholic"

i am sure there were many more but now, iahave learnt my lesson..no chickening out from scandelous tittles...My dear Mr.Mukherjee i owe you this one :)