Monday, 27 December 2010

Weekend break

Tics. Finding our money strewn along the sea shore. A lost cellphone.

Not caring for anything but the tics.

I must holiday more often.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010


A lot many things are pushing me towards my poor, long forgotten blog once more. Year-end, a month without any ‘official’ writing assignments (finally!), a small sweet miracle on a BMTC bus, and not the least, a note from a friend of long ago, one of the first victims of my ranting writings, who said he actually reads my blog, and that I should write more often.
But what should I write about?
In true December spirit, I must think of the year gone by. Except that I look forward to kick 2010 out of door with a shove and a bruise and a bite – and all this angst, I fear, will kill my style.
I could tell you about the writing I am doing at work, but only last week, I figured out the difference between an ‘is’ and a ‘was’ in monetary terms: Rs 21,000. A night of reprint, and reputation saved. Don’t ask me more. I am still traumatized. Getting away with switched vasectomy and tubectomy references in a newspaper article was far easier – and cheaper.
I could update you on my old friends, but their heads and hearts are full of their spouses and babies, and they don’t talk or hear me anymore. In our last lunch together, they didn’t catch a word about my day out with Cherie Blair. In frustration, I told Conscience Keeper very loudly: “I don’t believe this. They are not hearing me at all.” They didn’t hear THAT either. And you know why I find this really, really strange? I said this when nobody was talking, and all was quiet on the table.
I could tell you about the new man in my life. He is young, flirtatious and gay. I have the most interesting conversations with him, and love kidnapping him home with the lure of bhel puri and chai. Okay, beer. I will write a poem on you someday, K.
I could tell you about my new home. It has a cool address, and a lovely sit-out – both of which give me the strength to forgive Reddy, the builder; Mahalakshmi, the maid; Mooshika, the rat and Surya, the Sun, for their sins against me.
Coming to think of it, I do have a lot of things to talk about. I just need to get started. I hope this post is ‘the’ start.

Sunday, 4 April 2010

Finding myself

At first, I thought I was a scorpio. Then I became a Scorsagian. Today, I found out that I am ESFP, thanks to the Jung-Myers-Briggs personality test. Pretty precise, I am impressed!

Friday, 2 April 2010

Strange discovery in a horoscope site

The star-doomed infant

No sooner does he peep into
The world, but he has done his do . . . .
Married his punctual dose of wives,
Is cuckolded, and breaks, or thrives, . .
As if men from the stars did suck
Old-age, diseases, and ill-luck,
Wit, folly, honor, virtue, vice,
Trade, travel, women, claps, and dice;
And draw with the first air they breath,
Battle, and murther, sudden death.
Are not these fine commodities
To be imported from the skies?

/Samuel Butler, Hudibras, 1664/

Sourced from the most unlikely of sites:

Wednesday, 31 March 2010

On self esteem

As I re-read Gloria Stienem's fantastic book 'Revolution From Within: A Book on Self Esteem', I came across Amit Verma's post on a similar theme where he quotes Douglas Adams:
"Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!’ This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it’s still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything’s going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.
Link via @amitverma

Monday, 8 March 2010

Surprise finds

Right below tips on How to Clean a Burnt Frying Pan (my latest problem in life), I find 'Best Way to Unblock Arteries'.
Google searches can be such fun.
PS: In case you are indeed curious to know how to scour your frying pan, AND if you are a real dummy, go through the details below:

"Hate cleaning that greasy frying pan? You can clean it quickly and easily with white vinegar!

.Difficulty: Easy

Things You'll Need:
•Greasy frying pan
•White vinegar
•Paper towels or newspapers

Step 1
Eliminate all loose grease waste from your frying pan using a paper towel or old newspaper. Dispose of the oily paper towels or newspapers in your garbage. Dispose of your used oil by following your local recycling program rules.

Step 2
Place the frying pan on the stove burner and fill the pan 1/3 with water and add a small amount of dish soap (1/2 teaspoon or so) and about a tablespoon of white vinegar.

Step 3
Heat the frying pan until the water is very warm but not too hot for you to handle.

Step 4
Remove the pan from the burner and let it sit for a few minutes to cool off so don't burn your hands. The solution will release the grease from the bottom of the pan and make it easier to clean.

Step 5
Wash the pan with a scrub brush or sponge using the heated solution of water, soap and vinegar.

Step 6
Rinse thoroughly with warm water."

More methods:
Method 1. Sprinkle baking soda on the charred or burned area of the pan. Add liberal amounts of vinegar. You will have a messy baking soda and vinegar mix. Let it stand for 20 minutes. Rinse the pan.

Method 2. Put the pot in a heavy plastic kitchen bag (make sure that there are no holes). Put ammonia on the burned area on the pot and tie the bag so that no air gets in or out. Let the bag sit outside for a day. After a day, scrub out the mess and rinse with water.

Method 3. Submerse the pan in water and add lots of ice. Add liberal amounts of salt and swirl it around until the burnt mess is removed.

Method 4. Submerse the pot in hot water and put baking soda on the burned spots. Let the pan with baking soda sit for a day. After a day, rinse.

Method 5. Submerse the pan with 50 percent vinegar and 50 percent water for a day. Use more vinegar for chars that you feel are really difficult to remove. After a day, rinse the pot with water.

PS 2: I have no clue why I am documenting this stuff.

Monday, 22 February 2010

Getting Pricey: How to turn a 5 lakh deal to a 50 lakh one in a day

Conscience Keeper and I went to book a car, and came back booking a flat instead.
It's a long story which if cut short will read like this: Concorde Motors pathetic 'potential' customer service, a big fat fight between two vegetarians over chicken gravy and a patch up job that has resulted in 15 years of debt.
Trust me, you don't want to know the details.

Monday Blues

I know I look like Monday when:
o I wear the same dress to work that I wore on Friday
o I forget to apply lipstick
o My hair doesn’t feel like 850 bucks
o I feel fat, and guilty about yet another week of yoga classes that I am going to miss
o All my heart and half my mind is on the book I left on the bed, half read
o I forget to charge my cellphone
o I forget to fill money in my wallet
o I check my inbox more often than necessary
o I come to work to tackle last week’s deadlines
o …and frown over upcoming ones

Sunday, 21 February 2010

I Want ME Time

If only I get half a day of joblessness, I would:
  • Blog. No, seriously. I would. I promise.
  • Ok, a nice quiet nap is more tempting.
  • Finish Alexander Mc Call Smith's No 1 Detective Agency series. I have finished four and am struggling to find time to finish the rest. I am so glad that Mma Romatswe has filled the void Nancy Drew left over a decade ago.
  • Apply face pack. I haven't done it in years, and my face has taken to complaining lately
  • Pamper my feet, now that I own mineral salts sourced straight from the Dead Sea
  • Apply nail polish. I finally have three bottles - one bought, one borrowed and one stolen. I would love to own those deep reds. But what's the use? I haven't found the time this whole year.
  • Go on an aimless window shopping spree, and spend all the money in my wallet
  • Meet a friend who has been in my thoughts for months
  • Scour my frying pan
  • Clean my cupboard