tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126212022024-03-07T22:42:55.900-08:00I'm Alive !!Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-2073352544070643022010-12-09T03:37:00.000-08:002010-12-09T03:38:23.732-08:00Random thoughts......<span style="font-size:85%;">Its been 5 years…5 long years actually. And I have grown…matured…for the good or worse that can still be debated. From the sweet docile introvert to the outrageously outspoken and extrovert person, time has hardened me in a way where its difficult for me to trust any outsider or anyone blindly. Not sure if I can myself as well!<br /><br />TRUST is a very difficult word and easily misused. And easily breakable too, either by near and dear ones or outsiders at the earliest outset. The thumb rule, no one needs your help and no one needs you to solve their problems. Just let people be and they’ll figure out. Helping others might just end up making you feel like a fool (while you might have given your heart and soul to honestly try and help!)<br /><br />We just got back from a vacation and the idea was to get “rejuvenated”. But the fact is, you can change the place and the settings, but its difficult to change the people we are. Where ever we are, we end up thinking about the same things and worrying about the same things which we try and escape for some time. I ended up doing the same!! The holiday in fact gave me more time to “worry about” things that had been worrying me over the time. The purpose was defeated and ended up feeling too guilty to even talk about it!<br /><br />That brings me to another side of the story. Either the problem lies with me, not being able to avoid negative thoughts. Or everyone around me is actually negative as I think. I will not deny the fact that may be I’m negative too, but then people around aren’t helping much either. For instance, grownups who refuse to change their habits, or bring a positive change in their lives only end up changing their ringtones and caller tunes!! How much of it can one take!! You just feel like shaking them hard and pulling them out of their comfort zone and screaming loud…”don’t you realize what you are doing?”Beyond a point it has all become too much for me to handle and my already brimming patience level seems to have spilled over now, spreading all the bitterness around. No doubt I’m scared..of where all this will lead to, where it’ll all take me. Since nothing better can follow, I’ll only end up ruining things for myself. But then this self awareness isn’t helping me either!</span>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-27095604973760941232010-12-08T04:14:00.000-08:002010-12-08T04:15:53.220-08:00Its a new life...and it feels great to be alive!!!<span style="font-size:85%;">Its reallly been long....and suddenly going through my old posts i realised they aren't so "alive" after all! The phrase remains the same but the tone has changed now. Its bright and exuberant "I'm alive" post motherhood. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Motherhood is fun!! Its the best thing that can happen to any woman. Life gets a new meaning, full of joy, wonder, excitement and unadulterated innocent pleasure.<br /><br />The act of giving birth is the only moment when both pain and pleasure converge in a moment of time. It is in the manner of the sharp point of a needle, astride upon that point are both pleasure and pain, simultaneously assailing the female that is undergoing the miracle of childbirth.<br /><br />I will not undermine the hard work and the efforts that go in raising a child. And yet, raising a child is the hardest, most responsible and satisfying task a human being can face. The unconditional love and warmth that a child expresses is amazing.<br /><br />My own experience with my bundle of joy has been quite satisfying. I so thoroughly enjoyed the nine months carrying my baby within me, feeling happier with each passing day. Even the nausea and morning sickness (evening sickness in my case) failed to tire me. I was up and ready for the next meal immediately after throwing up my last J<br /><br />The entire journey after finally holding my little bunny boy has been ecstatic. Days seem to have flown….and how!! There was so much to do and so much to plan..and I still couldn’t have enough of my baby despite 24*7 with him.<br /><br />It will be two years in next two weeks that I held him for the first time and every single moment after that has been the best one till the next. The innocent charm, the incoherent words, the pranks, the wet kisses and the tiny hugs, every moment is like bliss and I feel so lucky to be living and experiencing this aspect of life. The constant rush to get home and hug my little hero is so great that no work feels important enough to hold me beyond 6 pm!! Rushing back again……ciao!!!</span>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-11383938700529361682008-01-27T12:00:00.000-08:002008-01-27T12:57:01.943-08:00Halla Bol !!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">While life has going on with its own pace, I've had quite a learning experience the last one year. I've discovered new facets of my personality, have come closer to myself, in fact so much so that there was a need to share my feelings with anyone. Its been a state of perfect contentment during this time that i spent with myself, doing things that i liked, the way i wished, thinking about what i want to do with my life specially the larger aspect of the vision and mission of life so to speak. There was no urge to basically write out my confusions the way it was through my blogs all this while until off course.....Halla Bol.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">If I were to talk about the turning points in my life, this movie would be one of them. Not because its a well made commercial flick or the story is great...but simply because the theme was in resonance with what my soul had been crying out for all this while. The lines, the dialogues had me thinking for a long time..in fact I'm still under the spell of the movie. The only thing that i wish is that the spell shouldn't die. I couldnt stop crying for at least half an hour after the movie. Let me tell you that I'm not one of those emotional ones to shed tears with everyone melodramatic scene. The after-thoughts related to this one however had me in tears more so with remorse. It made me feel so small, so frivolous and absolutely shallow. The issue that it raised was small, but the larger implications did not escape the theme.How many of us actually think about issues or problems beyond our very narrow personal space? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">So true...we have a small life and we waste it in frivilous small things and then we die..like the millions of insects or animals around us. Are we any different? Whats the use of our intellect, our feelings, our ability to feel for others and empathise..? We are all reduced to being one of the animals..fighting for our life, struggling for the material things and finally dying with even more discontment within our heart, regretting things that we couldnt do and comforts that we couldnt afford in this life. How many of us actually do things that make a difference, not just to ourselves but to the society? How many times do we actually think beyond ourselves..and think of ourselves as an extension to this society that we are a part of? We need to do things not as a favour to the society but because its our duty and because we need to contribute to the betterment of our lives and that of the generations to come after us.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">There is no end to the innumerable frivolous problems that we find ourselves trapped in. All struggling for a house of our own, a nice car, the latest laptop, music system, i-pod and television available in the market..and the list goes on. Struggling with planning for the future, saving for the problems that might never trouble us, saving for old age, saving for our kids....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">And then there's this never ending chain of loans and EMI's and investments...... These are all that take up most of our time and mind.And for the lucky ones who dont's seem to be involved in so much of these problems, they talk about the latest gizmos they've bought or plan to buy, the latest trips that they plan to go for... How else do you enjoy life?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"> Everytime i'm in a group and everywhere i hear people talk, there is nothing beyond these set of things that are being talked of. All of us live, struggle for a fairly decent life and then die...without leaving any trace behind them...dying a forgettable life. Neither they nor their work sustains the vagaries of time... How different is our life as humans then? Even dogs and insects struggle for their life, survive and die.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Time to think.</span>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-45441760702755276272007-04-14T13:04:00.000-07:002007-04-14T13:06:52.087-07:00Reaching Out.....<em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">It wasn't long ago when I was alone. It was so peaceful then. Sometimes, I wonder if I could choose it to be so always…and if I’d still love it! May be it’s my need to be all by myself at times. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The dilemma if that’s what I would like long-term is something I need to decide. A social being with limited set of defined roles or a deeper insight into my real self…..the choice is “me” against the rest of the world..including some people who mean the “world” to me.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">And then, I turned an escapist cos I saw no solution…no answers. May be I no longer felt any need. Perhaps I tried being on my own, without depending on anyone..even God. But gracious that He is, He wouldn't let go. He knew I would be lost without His light around me. And I could still feel His warmth even if I never went to temple again. But then even to feel Him, I needed to be alone..or else even that assurance seemed to be fading in the mayhem all around me.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Not that I don’t need people. But I no longer remember the way to associate myself with others, feel as a part of the group and not an alien. Poor Baba has too many like me to look at. He gets busy with those who need him more and there’s always someone or the other like this at all time.<br />And now there is a gap between us……a gap that perhaps no human can bridge. And poor Baba is too involved in others to even notice it. And knowing him the way he is, he will perhaps never do it, but just accept things as fate. Afterall, is larger objective is related to others and not me.<br /> So much to say. Noone who could hear, anyways. No shoulders to comfort. So, I thought I would let the world know how numb I feel.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Am waiting for a friend now..who would listen to me, pamper me, pay attention to my smallest of needs and desires……someone who would be able to take some time ONLY for me in most substantial ways.<br />Nothing is perhaps worse than feeling all alone in a crowd…….loneliness amongst your own dear ones. I wish I could ask someone to take me home NOW!!! </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The final destination…..to peace and tranquility……….to contentment….. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I’m too tired..tired of fighting, screaming myself hoarse in futility, tired of assuring myself that I’m still alive!!!</span></em>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-64874307353082396622006-12-15T22:23:00.000-08:002006-12-15T22:41:10.650-08:00Waiting for "Godot"...<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>As much as the others would be surprised, so am I on suddenly going back to "Godot" after almost 3 yrs! At this phase perhaps the sole idea of waiting for something reminds me of nothing else but that....and perhaps thats because its much more than just the act of waiting.....almost parallel to the quest of one's existential angst. I'm still on that path, in search of something quintessentially real in absolutely "real" sense..the kind of consistency that i talk about all the time and look forward to in everyone all the time. In fact, in not so much as others, i'm upset over random recent inconsistent behavior on my part as well......over my impulsive responses to everything, waivering between the positive and the negative swings as manipulated by others !! I wish i could be strong enough to see through things....to realise the long term implications of what others actually mean. </em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Thats how emotional fools are.....being carried away by the instantaneous circumstances! One moment i might be very very angry over something, so hurt that mere mention of the name of somebody can drive me crazy with fury...and the very next moment all that is forgotten after just few soft words.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Am still trying to find out the real "Godot" for me...counting days on one hand for something so close to the superficial world and relationships....and on the other hand the larger than life quest for everything else...be it hope, be it happiness, be it peace, prosperity, success, freedom, or ulmitately the final truth of Death.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">So from the time the plane lands here in Noida.....to the time the chariot leaves for the heavenly abode finally.....</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I'm waiting for "Godot" :)</span></em>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1157025145012022622006-08-31T04:47:00.000-07:002006-08-31T04:52:25.020-07:00Let there be Light .......an awakening<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em><strong>“If you can’t see the bright side of life, polish the dull side”<br /></strong><br />Don’t know why, but this line has been echoing in my mind continuously for the past couple of days. At times it feels one is not able to see things from the right angle perhaps…<br />Or then who decides which is the right angle…cos all would look “right” from a particular direction…..so it eventually comes down to the point of view one is referring to.<br />In short, what is important is the right approach…..the right point of view…which should be a positive one, an optimistic one and a corrective one. The need is to be a solution provider and not just the problem identifier.<br /> I’m still a way behind. I claim awareness as far as identifying the problem areas is concerned, but when it comes to finding the right solutions, somewhere I lack the finesse, or perhaps the experience as well.<br />But it’s equally true...one cannot be a perfectionist, cos it’s impossible to make everyone happy. The main aim should be to do what I feel is right and be answerable to at least myself. And yet one’s own satisfaction and happiness is dependent on and measured by the interaction and relationship with others. We are all a part of the social web. So while we all crave for that one moment of solitude and peace, of independence and freedom, we all know in our hearts that its a myth. That’s perhaps one of the most complex and yet the simplest of the paradoxes of life.<br /><br />The only thing that I can look ahead in this situation is “awakening”.<br />“May there be light……..”</em></span>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1152782119441772972006-07-13T02:00:00.000-07:002006-07-13T02:15:19.450-07:00Life as it is......One of my close friends said that "A" felt it was pretty normal for me to be the way i am these days..tired, upset and irritated 'cos i was living in a "virtual railway platform". Pretty apt description actually !<br />I might not have any complaints, but this was certainly not how i had figured things to be.<br /><br />No water for the last 2 days, so added tensions. Bhownku has been unwell too and has been vomitting in our bed as well. And when i grumbled having to clean and change the sheets in the dead of the night, i was accused of being insensitive and pretentious. Would i behave the same way if Baba or my own child soiled the bed like this? Perhaps i would have. That doesnt mean i hate the person. But it was hard for me to convince Baba that even though i grumble when there's extra work for me , that doesnt mean i dont care.<br />In fact now i dont care what people think. If i'm doing my work, and if i do it honestly to the best of my abilities and intent, there is no reason why i should bother about other's words.<br /><br />Need to streamline things properly and plan the schedules, specially with the coming 15 days "pooja", fasts, and never ending rituals, my presentation, interview (and food without any salt for the next 15 days).........<br />Time to gear up for added responsibilities, extra time for the "pooja-paath" ......another of those testing times of my patience, to show how i manage things, how good a manager i am.<br /><br />Reverting to the escape mode seems a more viable option.....Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1152682558770034942006-07-11T22:15:00.000-07:002006-07-11T22:35:58.790-07:00A journey to Ithaca.....Forwarding A's mails to him, came across the word so often that it seems to cloud my mind. Ithaca reminds me of the poem that i read during Grads, " Journey to Ithaca".However i'm not fascinated with Ithaca for the reason that A is (afterall what have I to do with Cornell University? And even if i was interested, that would never get me a place there how hard i tried in the present situation).<br />What fascinated me is the idea of journey...'cos i really want to get away for a while ....escape somewhere far from all this chaos, confusion and tensions that seem to envelope me like a shroud.<br />Craving for peace, which deludes me at work ( 'cos my training period is about to get over and job hunting doesn't seem easy considering the present constraints ) and at home as well ( its impossible if you live with so many people...the count has never been less than 7 except for two lone days till now, and currently its 10).<br /> Actually i do feel good about being a part of Baba's "darbar" , but still i'd be lying if i said its not taking a toll on my patience. Had work been good i would have a reason to smile. But its not, and i "need" to get a job or else lots of things will go haywire......<br />Don't know how long will it be before i'm able to get an adequate bank-balance leave alone a decent one.<br />Its all so very frustrating...each day comes with a new problem, new challenges and there seems to be no end to all these never ending crises. Feels as if i have been drawn into this constant battle that involves our family, but i have just begun my life !! Am scared to ask, but only if i could know how long is it all gonna last?<br /><br />Trying to escape from office, trying to get away from home........have i really become an escapist? i'd hate myself if i did, cos i've always believed in facing the situations, defeating the odds against me...though i'm yet to see if i'm able to do it this time. I remember ,there was a time when i did so and still nothing helped. Hoping situations are not as bad this time.....Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1151046877392994762006-06-23T00:13:00.000-07:002006-06-23T00:14:37.406-07:00Marry a murderer - I did not<em> The hand that caressed me once<br />Didn’t seem friendly anymore<br /> Felt them throttling me<br />….i kept thinking about those days of the yore…..<br /><br />The early ties that were strong –<br /> The memories still lingered on.<br />But the imprints of the wrong were stronger still,<br />The night had shadowed the morn !<br /><br />“Holier than thou”, I say I am not<br />But slaughter one of my own…..i cannot.<br /> Yet the yoke that supported me<br />Was stifling me every second<br />Helpless and cheated, I knew it was over<br />…beyond any regret or amend.<br />Living on amidst such humiliation and infamy –<br />My life I wanted to end…..<br /><br />The pain was immense, the sores were deep<br />And yet I had two flowers to keep.<br />They looked up to me,<br /> Their imploring wide innocent eyes…<br />I hugged them close<br /> They were the little angels in my life<br />I’ll live for them, even with sighs.<br /><br />Their tiny hands in mine,<br />I feel stronger.<br />I have a mission to live for-<br /> To banish gunshots from their life<br />And fill it with sweet sounds of chime.<br />I will be their caring mother,<br />Till the end of time.<br /> The world might be plagued with enough of crime<br /> But I’ll take care it doesn’t cloud<br />Their untampered innocent minds.<br /><br />Shelter them from the harsh scathing remarks<br />I’ll take them to paradise<br />And while the world scorns their tainted ties,<br />They will live and rise….<br />Far above all these lies !</em>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1151039144340536352006-06-22T22:03:00.000-07:002006-06-22T22:05:44.356-07:00About "fashion freedom"<em> Baba wrote this for the NGO he is involved with. I am a part of this.......are you???</em><br /><em>Trying for more participation and encouragement for this noble cause.</em><br /><em></em><br /> “Fashion Freedom”<br /><br /> “Let the color be with them once”<br /><br />Incredible India Enables the Fashion World in association with All India Life line society and Sanlika events, a business associate of the International Institute of Fashion Technology (IIFT).<br /><br />An entirely Indian theme where the disabled people will bring forth the latest trends of fashion before the world with topmost models from India.<br /><br />“Fashion Freedom” brings to you an opportunity to witness the world of fashion in new color and vigor. India with its multidimensional Color and culture will be presented to you in the form of landscape by our special models with disability.<br /><br />Richness of Indian heritage on ramp, an opportunity to witness the clouds of Assam, the heights of Himalayas, the back waters of Kerala, folk dresses of Santhals , energy of Punjab, calmness of Gujarat, the ekatas of Orissa in ‘tana’ and ‘bana’ of south and the north.<br /><br />“Fashion Freedom” will be the first of its kind fashion show to be staged at these destinations, where models with disability will test their mettle along with professional models.<br /><br />The participation of these special models in these fashion shows intends to awaken and stimulate people to look and think differently about disabled people and their hitherto unexplored potential.<br /><br />“Fashion Freedom” tries to draw the picturesque India on fashion canvas for the first time, which is no way lesser than any fashion show. In fact by our experience we are aware that it becomes a much discussed and reported event in the media and the society.<br /><br />Its an amalgamation of trends - a theme that touches the inner core of our conscience, an effort to present beauty in most beautiful way, a dimension added to world of fashion.<br /><br />The whole concept is packaged in such a way that the Glamour and Fashion remains the prime focus as in any other show, while at the same time our special models would really make it Implausible on a stretched fashion canvas.<br /><br />Our last event that was held in Delhi created a tremendous hype and a live coverage was primed by Zee News. Our main motto is to take this success to further shores of the society and make this a global movement whereby the shows in Dubai and London (to start with) would be a benchmark for other international destinations to follow.<br />Let the liquidity of thoughts take a shape in imaginary precincts, stitched together with the theme “Incredible India” by incredible models, igniting the ramps for a cause that needs your support.<br /><br />We would seek possible tie up’s with NGO’s of International repute working for similar cause in the region / country where these events would be showcased. Apart from proposing the theme “Incredible India” before nations of the world to promote the tourism and sharing colors of India, one of our prime objectives lies in to promote not only the event but also to encourage the “special” models of that region/country by their active participation, besides contributing some proceeds from the show to the NGO’s to further the noble cause.<br /><br />It is a unique opportunity for anybody and everybody – especially the Global Corporates/MNC’s/Govt organizations/Individuals to not only associate themselves with an event that caters to the intellect of one and all, but also to bring a path – breaking, innovative event to the industry<br /><br />This unique concept with a strong social message can reach its zenith by your active participation, support and co-operation.<br /><br />About Us<br /><br />· International Institute of Fashion Technology (IIFT), the premiere fashion institution of India imparting fashion education, is in its 16th year now, with over 35,000 working professionals serving the Indian garment industry in over 500 companies worldwide. I.I.F.T. is also an ISO 9001-2000 certified institution for imparting quality education having over 50 branches in India and abroad.<br /><br />· Each year IIFT organizes its Annual Fashion Show event where country’s top notch models present the collection prepared by its final year students. These events are one of the few premiere fashion events of the country and are keenly watched and attended by the who’s who of the fashion industry at large.<br /><br />· Sanlika Events, however, has added a new dimension to these Fashion Shows in developing the concept of Fashion Freedom and are the Global Event Managers for the same.<br /><br />· All India Life Line society is an NGO registered in New Delhi, working in multiple field to promote the healthy life at large, its prime focus is promoting health related activities among Indian masses, and promote low priced cure for major diseases.Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150967561421214972006-06-22T02:04:00.000-07:002006-06-22T02:12:41.450-07:00<em>Few words of the song "father figure" by George Michael......</em><br /><em>i wish someone sings for me.......</em><br /><br /><em>"I will be your father figure </em><br /><em>Put your tiny hand in mine </em><br /><em>I will be your preacher teacher </em><br /><em>Anything you have in mind </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I will be your father figure </em><br /><em>I have had enough of crime</em><br /><em> I will be the one who loves you -</em><br /><em> 'Til the end of time ."</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The whole song goes like this.......</em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="color:#660000;">That's all I wanted </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Something special something sacred - </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">In your eyes </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">For just one moment </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">To be bold and naked</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> At your side</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> Sometimes I think that you'll never </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Understand me </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Maybe this time is forever... </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Say it can be </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">That's all you wanted</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> Something special, someone sacred - </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">In your life </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Just for one moment </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">To be warm and naked</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> At my side</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> Sometimes I think that you'll never </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Understand me </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">But something tells me together </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">We'll be happy </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I will be your father figure</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> Put your tiny hand in mine</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> I will be your preacher teacher </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Anything you have in mind</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> I will be your father figure </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I have had enough of crime</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> I will be the one who loves you -</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> 'Til the end of time</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> That's all I wanted </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">But sometimes love can be mistaken</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> For a crime </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">That's all I wanted</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Just to see my baby's </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Blue eyed shine </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">This time I think that my lover </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Understands me </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">If we have faith in each other </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Then we can be strong </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">If you are the desert </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I'll be the sea </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">If you ever hunger - </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Hunger for me </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Whatever you ask for </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">That's what I'll be...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> So when you remember </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">The ones who have lied </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Who said that they cared </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">But then laughed as you cried </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Beautiful darling </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Don't think of me </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Because all I ever wanted </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">It's in your eyes baby, baby </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">And love can't lie, no... </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">My love is always telling me so... </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Just hold on, hold on </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I won't let you go, my baby."</span>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150955661272175092006-06-21T22:53:00.000-07:002006-06-21T22:54:21.286-07:00Jolted out.....Just when I thought that I could relax a bit and breathe easy, here is a news that’ll take away my peace of mind for months to come. Babuji has come over and the hand that was operated this January has fractured again. That’s not all, his hip bone has also been dislocated. Another operation for someone his age (he is 90+) and that too twice within a span of 6 months is quite risky. Keeping our fingers crossed, waiting what the docs have to say…..<br />Have been feeling quite low since then……the same painful ordeal for Babuji, same running around and hectic schedule for Sirjee and Baba…….the same hospital yet again. Reminds me of the story of Vikram and Baital that I read as a kid..”Baital is back on the tree” and the same story is gonna be repeated in our case as well.<br />I’ll never talk about breaks and sleep and time to relax ever again…..’cos the moment I do so, there’s something or the other to pull me out of the lazy slumber and get me on my toes !<br />Hope to get through another of these testing times………Amen!Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150955015600453862006-06-21T22:42:00.000-07:002006-06-21T22:43:35.613-07:00"Neenni aayi hai..."Lots of spare time that I can enjoy for a couple of days. My trainer’s leaving the company for a better offer elsewhere and his notice period is about to end this week. Anyways, the work pressure in the office has reduced considerably and that leaves me with a lot of extra time for reading a lot of extra stuff, like nanotechnology, or recent HR practices and trends, etc. Have also found a couple of links to the e-library and so the idle hours glide away smoothly with me reading the novels over cups of lemon tea and coffee. No wonder I finished 25 chapters in just two days flat !!<br />Cant help wishing though, if I could get a couple of days off…….. I really need a break quite badly. I need a break to grab 10 hours of sleep at a stretch. It seems like ages that I slept for even 8 hours in one go….. Yes, that’s what I crave for these days – sleep, long and peaceful.Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150698145662399372006-06-18T23:19:00.000-07:002006-06-18T23:22:25.663-07:00ANNIE'S SONG (John Denver)<em> This is one of my all time favs.......one of songs that was with me during those two years in the desert.......</em><br /><em>its difficult to miss the beautiful lyrics......</em><br /><em>so here it goes....</em><br /><br />"You fill up me senses like a night in a forest<br />Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain<br />Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean<br />You fill up my senses come fill me again.<br /><br />Come let me love you, let me give my life to you<br />Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms<br />Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you<br />Come let me love you, come love me again.<br /><br />INSTRUMENTAL VERSE<br /><br />...Let me give my life to you<br />Come let me love you, come love me again.<br /><br />You fill up my senses like a night in a forest<br />Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain<br />Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean<br />You fill up my senses, come fill me again. "Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150697970082506172006-06-18T23:18:00.000-07:002006-06-18T23:19:30.096-07:00About rebirths...<em>If I were to be reborn…………..would I want my life the way I have lived? Would I want to go through the same set of emotions, commit the same mistakes, meet the same people, etc…..<br />Saturday’s newspaper had an article in which Pooja Bhatt confessed she has learnt a lot from her life, from her mistakes and if she were to be reborn, she’d want everything just the way they have been in this life.<br /> Though I have had a fairly easy and comfortable life, and even I have learnt from my mistakes ( a lot of them actually ), yet there are a lot of things which I’d want to change if given a second chance. Not from my first 20 years of my life though..cos those were the best years of my life…..pure, unadulterated, uncomplicated, sheltered and protected life, where there was just perfection, innocence, love, faith, everything that I took for granted ‘cos that was linked to my family. My family is one thing that I wouldn’t want to change for anything….for its just them who’ve always loved me unconditionally, who’ve never judged me, who’ve accepted me the way I am, forgave all my mistakes and have been with me through the thick and thin of life, during times when I was happy, when I was depressed, when I wanted to run away and live, when I wanted to kill myself never to see life again ……. Nobody can be as patient with me as they have been.<br /> And then my friends, who’ve been there with me, helped me get stronger, helped me gain so many experiences, helped me recuperate from the mental and emotional upheavals that weighed upon me during my years away from home.<br />Its difficult at times to pretend to be happy when something deep within still feels empty, hollow, a kind of void that stems out of dissatisfaction…..something that makes me feel as if I’m a misfit, somewhat out of place, some kind of intruder, where nothing seems to be mine, the way I’d want things to be, the way I thought they’d be…..<br />Is it some kind of make-believe world that I have created around me, a kind of hallucination where I see only the things that I want to, the way I want to, instead of the real picture. Can I go on living in a delusion forever? Happiness is a state of mind, and I feel happy when I say I’m happy, so that’s the state I have created even though I’m still not sure what exactly is it. I was happy earlier too……<br />Anyways, I have tasted perfection and will not settle for anything less. Either the earlier one needs to be demystified or the present mystified. Was that the perfect love, or is this the more real one?<br />Only if I had the answers…..<br /><br /> </em>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150456526514368072006-06-16T04:11:00.000-07:002006-06-16T04:15:26.526-07:00beautiful lines...<em>Some beautiful lines that i got as a forward today.....</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>To realize</em><br /><em>The value of a sister</em><br /><em>Ask someoneWho doesn't have one.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of ten years:</em><br /><em>Ask a newlyDivorced couple.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of four years:</em><br /><em> Ask a graduate.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of one year:</em><br /><em>Ask a student whoHas failed a final exam.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of nine months:</em><br /><em>Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em> The value of one month:</em><br /><em>Ask a motherwho has given birth to </em><em>A premature baby.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of one week:</em><br /><em>Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of one hour:</em><br /><em>Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of one minute:</em><br /><em>Ask a personWho has missed the train, bus or plane.<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of one-second:</em><br /><em>Ask a personWho has survived an accident...<br /><br />To realize</em><br /><em>The value of one millisecond:</em><br /><em>Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics<br /><br /><br />Treasure every moment you have.</em><br /><em>You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.<br /><br />To realize the value of a friend:</em><br /><em>Lose one.<br /><br />Time waits for no one!!!!!.</em>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150452500839572752006-06-16T03:00:00.000-07:002006-06-16T03:08:20.853-07:00About my sunsign and me......wonderin how much of it is true....<em><strong>Aquarius</strong> (Jan 21 - Feb 19)The Water Bearer always thinks fifty years ahead in time! </em><br /><br /><em><strong>Colour</strong> : All the colors of the rainbow.</em><br /><br /><em><strong>You as a woman</strong>:You are a bundle of contradictions, and the same attitude prevails in love. You are faithful in love, but you can also be detached and aloof, if need be. Your demand for freedom is insistent, but your allegiance to anyone who can accept romance within limits is boundless.You have charming manners, and usually behave in a timid, almost reserved way. You loathe being logical. Your mind travels back and forth between today and tomorrow, with no logical pattern. You follow the same policy with commitment.The line between friendship and love is often invisible to you. You are susceptible to sudden flashes of inspiration, and your intuition is remarkable. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em><strong>You in relationships</strong>: You love to give pleasure, in keeping with your altruistic and philanthropic spirit. You also tend to seek agreement in your friendly and harmonious way, a real boon in the give and take of partnership. You also adore vulnerability in a lover. You need a companion who can help you get in touch with your innermost feelings and teach you to put the analyzing aside. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>One must Know the rules when dealing with Aquarius</strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><strong>What you should do:<br /></strong>Be prepared to talk about anything, from the coup in Maui to the burnt dinner last night. The Aquarian has a wide variety of interests, and will want to talk about them all the time.<br />Give your Aquarian little surprises. They will love it.<br />Be prepared for emotional detachment, at least the first few times you meet.<br />Learn to make a mind connection, before a physical one. Intellectual compatibility is important to an Aquarian.<br />Appreciate the fact that your Aquarian is devoted to special causes. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em><strong>What you should not do:<br /></strong>Don't be too demanding. The Aquarian hates being bound by rules. Give some breathing space to the relationship.<br />Don't expect your Aquarius to pop the question in the fifth date. The Aquarian thinks of the whole world as his/her friend.<br />Don't expect the Aquarian to snap out of a reverie soon enough.<br />Don't be too critical of the Aquarian dress sense.<br />Don't try to change the Aquarian mind in a hurry. Give her/him some credit for her/his thinking. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em><strong>Beautiful you:</strong></em><br /><em>You are a shimmering vision, if your awkwardness can be ignored. You do not waste much time being your own best friend. After all, there is a world out there waiting to be loved! You like to look natural, but a little indulgence gets the better of you from time to time. You have a fetish for anything new. And if it is natural, still better! No product in the market can escape your scrutiny, since you are always looking for something new.<br />You do love yourself, but you always wonder if you are good looking. Your self-esteem needs a boost. Remember, the secret of looking good is making the best of what you have. The first flush of romance or triumph adds more color to your cheeks than any shimmering powder!<br />No fashion trends for you! All beauty standards are your own. Your independence and love for life make you look good all the time. Your beauty is not of this world -- it's out of it</em>.<br /><em></em>Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150448766113577932006-06-16T02:04:00.000-07:002006-06-16T02:06:06.126-07:00Its Friday !!!The much awaited Friday is here…..cant wait for the time when I’ll walk out of this building today evening for two days of absolute rest and holiday…( hoping that there wont be formal visitors this weekend and the usual ones are more like family, so no extra effort ).<br />Though how much time I’ll have to actually relax is yet to be seen…..cos I have a long list of chores already lined up for the two days. But at least there wont be the early morning chaos to reach office in time….specially when I being a fresher have to make it in time while other people at home are still snoring away when I leave the house! They have the liberty to go at their will, be it 11’o clock or even noon. I’m so jealous of these people who’ve already reached the comfort zone in their career.<br />I cant even say I’ve been working like a dog….our dog at home actually lives like a “nawab”! Just a month gone by and I’m already tired of it al…its just plain and simple hard work…nothing intelligent, nothing challenging…..but pure mechanical life here.<br />Have collected around more than 10 sudokus to solve…hope I can find time to do so this weekend. Something that was no less than an addiction earlier is now slowly being pushed to the far corners of the priority list in the daily schedule.<br /> Will try to make the best of these two days…………..hope to catch some good movies, shop around for things needed to set up the house properly and most importantly, get the gas connection transferred!<br />Am yawning already…..why are days sooooo long?Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150349931834305202006-06-14T22:36:00.000-07:002006-06-14T22:38:51.850-07:00poisonous words.....With the world cup football on, there is no way I can escape the soccer fever at home as well. It gets a bit too much cos everyone ended up discussing about the same in office as well! Will Poland make it? Will germany win? What happened to Brazil’s performance? And the bets over who’ll be the champ……”I’ll take you to a movie if Germany wins……and you take me to one if Brazil does…” No wonder I lost my appetite!!<br />And the same story at home……even while at the dining table, all eyes were glued to the TV instead of the plates in front and I had to literally ask at least thrice before eliciting a response from people.<br />Anyways, the match left me with leisure to watch a movie I had long been planning to. So finally I did manage to watch the “Schindlers’ list”.<br />No wonder it has been vouched as a great movie!<br />With some more time in hand, I browsed through some old blog links that I had…..some of them which I purposely had been avoiding for quite some time. So many emotions reflected in few words…..thats the art of writing….vengeance, frustration, spite…….i could see them all. Left me wondering…do I want to read all this? Do I want to know the dark side of the story? Do things actually change so……from something beautiful to actually a feel of being harassed? People can actually make their point so well through this medium…..express their opinion, even threaten others in oblique and yet not so oblique terms……call them names…..”beware you mean things” !<br />Don’t know about the mean things, I was definitely scared !<br />Taking Bhownku for a walk is a far better option I realized……at least both of us got some fresh air to clear our heads of the venomous words....me after reading what i did, and Bhownku after Sirjee's scoldings....Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150347304272928432006-06-14T21:54:00.000-07:002006-06-14T21:55:04.290-07:00Rude food story......Its enough ! its been a month and half of deprivation and I’ve decided to revolt. I have been forbidden from eating everything that used to be my food till I landed up here……so no breads, no magi or noodles, no cornflakes even, no biscuits, jam , butter or ketchup…..no pizzas ( buhuuu..huuu…) no burgers, no chips or wafers, no cakes and pastries…..<br />Its just pure “satvik” bhojan all the time. I’m tired of it all! Wanna break free now. At least I’m free to have anything for lunch ( cos I have it in office, so no policing like the one at home). Unfortunately the office canteen doesn’t offer me much of a choice. Those same sandwiches and burgers everyday, without any variation. But as long as its bread, no complains! The black forest is actually good. So I’ve been indulging myself secretly these days. Coming to office, I wish the coffee and tea vending machine was closer still, so that we didn’t have to use the access card everytime we needed water, tea , coffee or for that matter even use the restroom. So much for the high security zones!<br /> The only advantage ( or disadvantage ) of the office is that there is no way one can be aware of the weather outside. Irrespective of time, every hour looks the same. However, office does provide a better option than home in terms of comfort, cos nothing less than air-conditioned office could beat Delhi’s heat, specially when there’s no escape from persistent power-cuts during the day at home. The evenings are fairly better, so stepping out of office in the fresh air is actually quite welcome. And then begins another story altogether…..battling with vegetables in the kitchen, keeping a ready stock of supplies, etc….<br />Anyways, getting back to the rude-food story, there’s this huge shopping mall just a stone’s throw from my office….. actually mid-way between my home and office. One can find the best of the food outlets there…all the pizza huts, Mc Donalds and a couple of coffee bars and ice-cream parlours as well ( my fav baskin robbins too!) Only if I had some good company, cos food, however good it is, doesn’t taste the same when you are alone. Good food tastes best when shared…..so am hoping some of my friends will find some time to splurge on food with me.<br /> Till then, its just “satvik bhojan” for me. Don’t worry my fav junk foods…...here I come..very soon!<br />Mission junk food begins with me smuggling in a pack of banana chips to office…..so its right here in my drawer and I can munch on it slowly while I work as well…..howz that?Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150277900543950072006-06-14T02:37:00.000-07:002006-06-14T02:38:20.570-07:00Gone with the wind.....Those were the days….when even amidst classes and assignments I could grab a few hours of sleep, enjoy some blissful moments with friends and the solitude of the terrace, when there was no work but to eat and sleep and study at times…….<br />Life’s taken a turn now……gone are those days of leisure and fun and freedom. No longer can I scream the way I used to, or make faces at each other, get into playful fistfights and a lot more things…..<br />Life’s become a lot more disciplined, with me becoming the well-behaved perfect Indian bride, the ever smiling ever patient good soul. There’s work, work, more work and some more work…..at home, in the office….everywhere. The terrace at home which was supposed to be the high point while selecting the house, lies neglected as I have been there just twice till today! The television which I missed so badly in the hostel has barely had 10 minutes of my time till date……<br />The same goes for the broadband connection at home……No time to even check my mails at home!<br />Always thought that once I’m over with studies, I’ll read lots and lots of novels the whole day. Today I have cupboards full of all kinds of books, but no time. Only if I had more time…..i could do so much more, so many things that I’ve always wanted to…listen to music, read books, paint, sketch, laze around, gaze at the moon from the terrace....the list is endless……but not the time. Time is slipping away….leaving me a lot more insatiate, dissatisfied, with a feeling of chaos deep within.<br /><br /> One of the old friends called up today….and asked me how and when did I get married. Also asked about the person she had seen me with at Nirula’s in the university campus some two years ago……Those old days keep coming back. I still wonder if I’d want that life back..those three wonderful years of my life….friends, hostel, the lawns library…everything. Ahhh yes, the yummy chicken momos! Its actually been sooo long…..<br />Can I have a time machine please??Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150270363382630902006-06-14T00:28:00.000-07:002006-06-14T00:32:43.393-07:00coincidence...Its actually a small world! There was this guy whom my parents had once approached around three years ago for matrimonial alliance. But somehow it was too early for both of us and none of the families were very keen on the match. So the issue was shelved.<br />Now after all these years I am working as a trainee under him! We laughed our heads off at this discovery. What we thought would be embarrassing for us was in fact a stepping stone to a good friendly relationship. Now Ma is trying to convince me to ask his opinion about M, as if the poor girl hasn’t enough of her problems already.<br />Lets see, who knows…things may actually work out!<br />Princess finally met her prince charming this month, though I haven’t been able to talk to her personally abt the meeting. Hope to do it soon.<br />This day is some sort of quite memorable one…..Baba shaved his beard…perhaps 4th or the 5th time during his entire life till date…the last one being his own wedding. He definitely looks quite handsome…all clean and “chikna”.<br />People do change….i accept now. Anyways, I’m too happy at this. Sharadji came down for dinner and said that the change was quite apparent in everything. As long as its positive change, I needn’t bother.<br />Everything’s not actually as bad as I had anticipated. Things are quite smooth and under control…touch wood!Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150266841542245672006-06-13T23:24:00.000-07:002006-06-13T23:34:01.560-07:00Reunions and farewells....Just when I thought I’d close my orkut account, I found so many of my old school mates and old friends. That definitely changed my mind..at least to postpone the idea for a while. So many old friends from school, from college, from my MH hostel…….a lot of whom I had been trying so hard to contact. Thanks to orkut !<br />Couple of good news……both R and M got admissions to engg colleges. Baba was specially elated when they cleared the exams. So the fee drafts made and formal procedures over, our house will be almost empty within a month or so. I have become so used to them being around and helping me in the kitchen as well that I’m definitely gonna miss them terribly.<br />Of course Sirjee will be there for another year, so I’ll have some kind of support from him. A is leaving for the U.S as well, so its just a matter of another month with him as well. Am planning to ask him to move in with us for this last month, it’ll be easier for all of us. And then I’ll be able to pamper him much better if he’s around oftener.<br />Have been doing some looking around in this area……for milk parlours, green grocers, grocery shops, beauty parlours, tailors, etc…..besides the usual dhobi, watchman, newspaper boy in the society. Life seems to be getting on a normal track slowly. Babuji will be here to stay with us in a few days.<br />I was quite careless with papa and ma but I need to be very careful with Babuji and take good care of him. Ma’s operation went on well, thankfully. It would have been far better had Moni been around. Poor thing, even she has her share of involvements. 22 weeks in a village is not gonna be easy!Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150199766224720932006-06-13T04:55:00.000-07:002006-06-13T04:56:06.263-07:00Adapting to the change...Bhownku’s getting more and more “human” these days, to the extent of testing my patience. These days he insists on sleeping in our bed, right next to me! Baba has definitely spoilt him. As if the dog hair all over the house was not enough to keep me occupied with the back-breaking cleaning every morning! Now I can feel it all over my bed, black and pricky, shining all over the sheets. He’s such a “nawab”, he’s actually quite prompt in taking the best place right in front of the cooler, refusing to budge an inch. All my efforts trying to keep him out of my bedroom have fallen flat, for even if I succeed for a few minutes, his incessant knock at the door is so irritating that its easier to have him inside the room. What more, he thinks I’m the villain in the house trying to keep him away from his Baba!<br />Baba refuses to chain him, and it gets quite painful for those who take him out for evening and morning walks. At least he climbs the stairs himself now, thankfully.<br />Perhaps he’s missing his girlfriend quite a bit. Will ask Baba to take him to Air force station to meet her someday, but then that would mean more of dog vomit in the car and same struggle trying to get Bhownku back home. Nah….bribing Bhownku is a better option.<br /><br /><br /> The other day Baba took Bhownku for a late night walk. There was this person from our own society, driving this “Honda City” who stopped by and almost shouted, “who’s dog is this?”<br />Baba kept quite for a while, and then said that the dog lives in 5D and he was in the service of the dog. The man mellowed slightly and said that even he had a dog, a “German Sheppard”. “There’s a difference between the breeds you see”. Baba immediately supported, “of course there’s a difference between breeds. You shouted the moment you saw Bhownku, while he didn’t on seeing you.”<br />The man started his car and left immediately. He’ll know better than to argue with Baba from next time, or call Bhownku an ordinary dog. Baba’ll make sure everyone respects his Bhownku from next time.Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621202.post-1150197993656696842006-06-13T04:02:00.000-07:002006-06-13T04:26:33.670-07:00The drudgery....The house still quite bare…..much like the bachelor’s flat that it is. Bro said that our family looked like the one in the movie “satte pe satta” where I just need to start off with a whip in a bid to “civilize” the underclad boys in my house. It is definitely a Herculean task with Baba leading the team of tarzans. Poor me, it wont be long before I give up trying.In fact, at times I feel its easier to join their lot to complete the count from six to seven for more closer association with the movie’s name, and then keep waiting for a “Hema Malini” to do the job….. that definitely sounds easier!<br />It took me sooo much of pushing and nagging to get at least a refrigerator and a cooler for me! The life’s definitely very hectic…..me trying to juggle between the pressures at the office and handling guests and visitors at home. There are people dropping by everyday, just those formal visits where they think its their duty to do so just because we’ve moved in a new house, some kind of mandatory obligation it seems. Yet its so much fun with the boys ever ready to help me with everything , cracking jokes and ready with their instant quips. Perhaps that’s the reason why I don’t feel tired even after hours of slogging the whole day. There’s just the physical fatigue which I’ll get used to very soon.<br />Baba got us a sofa , an inverter, a mixer-grinder, a computer table for our system and a centre table….so the house looks comparatively occupied now, not the huge playfield that it used to. The AC’s on the cards next, let me see if I can coerce him soon enough….Manishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256252464474749023noreply@blogger.com0