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Friend.Chocoholic.Tantrum-thrower.Child.Woman.Whatever !!!!!!!!

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Its so difficult to keep in touch with people these days.

Earlier there used to be one landline where you could make & return calls (unless its a girl’s hostel where you could never get through & sent up flares & telegrams instead).

Now we have landline,office extension,gmail,office mail id,cellphone,twitter,facebook, whatsapp,BBM,gtalk & facebook messenger. If a person has 2 or more mobiles, then even more confusion. So if you send someone an sms, that person sends you a DM on twitter. You post on their wall & they reply on gmail. You send a whatsapp msg & they reply on your office mail id. This basically means that you spend all your day checking FB,twitter,gmail,gtalk,sms,whatsapp,BBM etc. to ensure that you ‘stay in touch’. God forbid you miss replying to that bitch from school’s ‘Hey whats up?’. So what if you still cannot stand her. Now you cannot even forget to wish your KG school teacher’s neighbour’s dog a very happy birthday as well.

Who said its easy staying in touch in today’s world!

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December 5, 2012 at 7:39 pm

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Is there anything more wonderful than the slash of black ink across a white sheet of paper?

I am a fountain pen fan. Most people are usually surprised to see me use a fountain pen & tell me that a ball pen is way more convenient. That maybe true, but I am a fan of the fountain pen. The heaviness of the steel body, the sharp point of the nib, the ink slashing across paper, changing the  cartridge/ dipping the pen into the ink bottle when the ink gets over, the stain of the ink on your finger when you clean the nib, the fun of the ink fights, the pages and pages of your journal filled with black ink. Fountain pens never lose their drama, their magic. I think the power of literally putting pen to paper has its own magic. A

Ballpoint pens never inspire me to write, to think, to imagine. They have no drama. They have no flair. They have no magic.  They never possessed any to begin with. Its the difference between a formal black suit & a pair of torn denims.


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December 4, 2012 at 2:40 pm

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SIL came down to India for 2-3 days. We decided to do brunch at our place today late last night – aalu puri type menu.

I was wondering what else to serve with aalu-puri. Finally decided on jeera-aalu,chholar dal & tomato-khejur chaatni Bong style. In Bongs,the tangy chaatni (chutney) is usually a seperate course & not eaten as an accompaniment like achar & is served hot.

Emergency call to Ma first thing in thr morning happened to get the recipe. Realised I didn’t have dates (khejur) at home & ran to the Safal store next door. Came home & made the chaatni. Took about half an hour to make & my SIL really loved it. The husband was a liitle grump that we had a vegetarian lunch on Sunday but I just didn’t have any non-veg at home. Placated him with some leftover biryani though.

So here’s a picture of the chaatni for you to salivate


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December 2, 2012 at 11:14 pm

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Shree Ganesh Post – 1

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Its 11pm & I just realised that today is the start of a marathon blogging session that I have signed up for this month.

I almost flunked on the first day, but I managed to skip my ATKT by posting an hour before midnight. I started blogging sometime in 2006,but was never really regular. I met some wonderful people thanks to blogging & I’m hoping this time around I’l meet a few more 🙂

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December 1, 2012 at 11:10 pm

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its been a while since i posted. a long while. its the same old, same old – work and life keeping me busy. i see others posting and commenting regularly. hats off to them. there are so many things i want to say and so many things which i can’t.

i am disturbed about an incident which took place at work yesterday. from the time that i have started working, i have consciously kept away from internal politics everywhere. internal politics is a part and parcel of every workplace, but i always made it clear that i didn’t indulge in it and refused to be a party to it. however, when there was no other option but to be a part of it, i had to be. when i started heading a team, i consciously kept the channels open for my colleagues to bring their issues to me. i have often been called upon to even mediate internal issues between various departments. i have given them all support. unfortunately this was thrown back at  my face yesterday by a colleague. all my other colleagues have said that i couldn’t have been more fair than i was, and not to take it to heart. unfortunately i have. i am well aware that this is not my fault, there is no guilt whatsoever, but more a feeling of being let down – a breach of trust to say.

there is also a sense of unease somewhere. i just feel that there is something which is going to go very wrong. not at work. but otherwise. i wish god would give me a sign somewhere to reassure me that i am wrong. maybe its just me being me. i don’t know.

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May 23, 2012 at 2:56 pm

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The Door Not Shut – #VAWAM #BlogaholicsUtd

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She noticed a thin ray of sunshine on the floor. She looked closer at it and traced it back to the ajar door. Yes, the door wasn’t shut. Her husband had been so upset that his eggs hand’t been prepared as per his liking that he had slapped her hard across the face, & then left  in a hurry. A smile crept up softly on her swollen face as she realised that she had not been locked in for the first time in so many years. She started thinking of the endless possibilities –  a day of being out on her own, meeting her friends, buying a little trinket for herself, a toy for her daughter. She quickly finished the dusting and and then got changed. She woke up her daughter and got her ready as well. With a sense of purpose, she cooked dinner and neatly packed it in casseroles and left it in the dining table. Then she picked up her one and only handbag and counted the money she had – in all she had some 500 rupees in various denominations and coins. Enough to get her to Janpath. She walked out of the house with her daughter. For the first time ever since she had been married, she stepped out of the house without her husband. The streets outside her own home suddenly seemed so much larger and sunnier – despite the jostling crowds, the rickshaws, the cycles, the cars, the cows and the pedestrians. She kept a strict eye out to make sure no one spotted her and called her husband.  She held tight on to her daughter’s hand and took an auto to the metro station, and then the metro to Rajiv Chowk and then walked across to Janpath . Oh, how many times had she come here with her friends when they were in college. She had lost touch with all of them after she got married. She stopped at Depauls and had a coffee,  bought some earrings for herself and a dress for her little daughter. They had burgers at Macdonalds across the road. She heard some girlish laughter and turned around to see two young girls enjoying their burgers and bitching about their boyfriends. “That could have been me 5 years back” she thought and requested them to let her use their cellphone as she had lost hers. She sat her daughter down with a softy cone and started dialling as old long-forgotten numbers came back to her. Thrice, the answer was negative. As a last attempt, on the 4th call, she nervously asked for Virat, a voice told her to hang on while he got Virat to the line.



“Yes, who is this”


A moment of silence.

“Nitya???? Oh my god is that really you? Where are you? How are you? I haven’t heard from you in years since you got married.”

“Virat, I am at  MacD with Aru, my daughter.”

“Daughter? Oh my god you had a baby and I didn’t even know?”

“Virat, I am at MacD. By a stroke of luck today, my husband left the door unlocked and I escaped. Please help me. I cannot go back to him.”

“What about your parents Nitya?”

“I had gone to them for help soon after we were married but they sent me back to my husband and told me to make a go of it. They said society would laugh on them if their married daughter lived with them. I can’t go to them and I can’t go home. My husband locks me up whenever he steps out of the house because he fears that I will run to my parents againa nd make him a laughing stock in society.”

“Stay where you are Nitya, I’l come get you in about an hour and then we’l figure out something.”

“Thanks Virat.”

She ordered another round of burgers and played with her daughter for another hour while watching the door and waiting for Virat to come. As promised, he came an hour later and had also brought some chocolate for Aru. Virat looked at her and asked her if she had no bags. She replied that she didn’t want to carry a bag as she was scared some neighbour would see them and call her husband. He took her home and explained that his parents had passed away and he now shared his house with two colleagues from work who paid him rent.  His eyes had seen the bruises on her arms which she thought she had covered, the swollen face, the darts of fear in her eyes when she thought she saw someone she knew and resolved to help her in whichever way he could.

This is a true story though I have changed the names . Nitya was lucky because she found a friend who offered her unconditional support.  This friend of mine wasn’t that lucky. It took a lot of courage for her to seize the moment and walk out when she saw her chance. She is not in touch with her parents anymore. She has enrolled her daughter in a creche and is finally putting her degree to use and joined a law firm. She works long crazy hours and prays that her daughter will get through a good school next year. She has also initiated divorce proceedings. She has only asked for support from us and has refused all offers of monetary help.  She walked out her house with just 500 bucks and is today slowly and steadily moving on. I am very proud of my friend for having done so.

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October 13, 2011 at 6:28 pm

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Pardon me for not having posted the past week, health just didn’t permit and of course I was in Cal as well, so if I was on the laptop for too long I was getting the danda from the Mommy to take  a break from work and layoff the laptop.

The past week was awesome! Despite the fact that we were all unwell and didn’t really feel like eating much, just the fact that we were all together was good fun. I met up with a cousin and her husband for the first time. I am the oldest in my paternal side of the family. We cousins have interacted as kids and at various stages of growing up but the age gap was always there, but now that most of us are various stages of our twenties, its good fun. I got to see a different side to them this time. Family does surprise us!!!! And accept us as we are – that’s the best part.

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October 12, 2011 at 11:05 pm

#BlogholicsUtd – Post 3

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I’m in Kolkataaaa!!! Home sweet home.

Lots of plans, lots of good food food, lots of adda with friends – some old and some new. An opportunity for the saris to be worn. The dhaakis and the shaaj all over. Seeing Pyramids in the morning and Hogwarts in the evening.  Cal just wears a totally different look at this time of the year. Though we may all be working in different cities, we all make it a point to come home at this time of the year – to be with friends and family, to just be home and celebrate the joy of being together as family, as friends. And that’s how I look at festivals – a time of joy and enjoyment, a break from the regular bhag-daud and a time to catch up. Sometimes, we do need an excuse to force us all to do that.

You guys have a great Pujo  😀

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October 4, 2011 at 12:28 am

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Come the beginning of the year and we all look forward the holiday list of our respective offices. We know we will get 10-15 scheduled holidays of which 3 are guaranteed – 26th January (Republic Day), 15th August (Independence Day) and 2nd October (Gandhi Jayanti).


Yes, for  most of us today, the only significance that 2nd October is that its a holiday. And a dry day. Many of the tv channels would earlier show Gandhi or Lage Raho Munabhai, but now they don’t even do that. For kids these days, Gandhiji is just another freedom fighter. They may read about his life, his rise to fame and power from a lawyer to Bapu, they may write essays about him, his teachings and his non-violence movement. Anna Hazare probably showed the kids of today (including you and me) how Gandhiji’s teachings can bring the government to its knees even today. Its a separate issue that I didn’t agree with the Lokpal Bill and got into lots of arguments with people for that or that the methods adopted by Team Anna were not correct in my opinion, but the fact is that he did bring the government to its knees and I respect him for that. Alot of our politicans wear the gandhi topi and khadi so voters can identify them with Gandhiji, but Anna is the only one who actually used his principles.

What’s your two bits on this?



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October 2, 2011 at 5:13 pm

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When I was in school, I used to write quite a bit – short stories, poems, plays, scripts (and I could talk your head off as well). I loved to read and my parents encouraged me to read as well. When I got to college, I maintained a journal intermittently. When I started working, I had no time for anything and my creative outlet fell by the wayside. When I moved to saddi Dilli after shaadi, the Hujband encouraged me to blog and I started one blog, abandoned that and started another. Then I moved to wordpress. Blogging continued on and off. Earlier this year I did the Blogging Challenge in May – where I took up the challenge to blog everyday. After the month of May, I didn’t blog much, which is when I thought of taking up another challenge. Meghna and me started chatting about it on twitter  and Purvesh joined us. The group expanded as we brought in Monika, Tanu, Shweta, Nikhil and Anirudh.


Wish us luck folks. I am off to cal on Monday evening for Durga Pujo, so next few posts will be definitely about Cal and Pujo 😀

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October 1, 2011 at 2:41 pm

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