Category Archives: away

11.42am 13th apri 2009

perfect little blissful day, filled with full power hecticness.

i think i lost a couple of kgs in my running arounds today.

the sun is beginning to get ready for bed…it’s full strength piercing rays is making me see little circles

the sky is changing into it’s pale lilac hue

i’m not very poetic

but i do love this time of day, 5.30pm. most people like sunset. i feel most peaceful at that pre moment, before it changes into orange.

one of the reasons for my contentment is that little mr. cat has found a lovely little home.

there are many people i need to thank, who fully participated in his recovery and in this most urgent home hunting expedition.

as you all have noticed, i don’t tend to use names, i guess i’m going to stick to that.

i give big hug and oodles of love to a sis-bro duo that took him in on his worst day, an artist comrade, who opened up her home to let little mr. cat heal. to her beautiful visitor, who loved, cared and nursed him back to health, without whome, i would have been helpless and probably would have had many breakdowns in this past week.

the one whose going to become his mama! you’ll always be special.

and then there’s my full salute to two wonderful women, who gave brilliant energy and offered all the help i may have needed in the days to come.

peace, love, happiness and full blown excitement to all you wonderful people.

xxx

06.26pm to 07.02pm 15th oct 2010

4 months ago my most organised father called up asking if we were free from the 14th of oct to the 17th of oct to go for a family holiday to mahableshwar! 4 mnths ago!!! booked and cooked and no backing out…

i always get nervous during family trips. don’t ask me why. it’s just the way i am. and this little quirk of mine has all members of my family in fits of laughter at all moments. they also take pride in poking and saying all the things that they know will have my goat up. ooph ooph ooph!

all in all the trip was rather entertaining, filled with way too much food, lots of chatter, a decent amount of alcohol, and some tacky golf, considering no one knew how to play and our caddys struggled really hard to teach us in two very amusing sessions.

last week whenever i mentioned that we were going on a family trip…parents, siblings and their respective partners…friends would make that ooooh sound…how sweet…how lovely…how cute….while i worried and frowned. all my worry was rather wasted as suprisingly there weren’t many fights and tears. i think only once and obviously from me.

the time was filled with rather loud laughter and much random debates and exclamation mark shoutings, which we are much famous for.

i do not understand why everyone would get rather shocked when i said i’ve never been to mahableshwar!! really!!! how come??? really? REALLY? is it really that shocking? i get that it’s down the road, 6hrs away…but come on…it’s not that shocking! there are many more places that i’ve been to that others haven’t. i should start finding that shocking!

our cousin/uncle…he uses whichever whenver it suits his purpose…also came along. his were the exclamation mark shoutings and random comments that thankfully are only meant to get my mother to do a dance. he so loves it. it’s like watching a little boy acheive a big purpose, with the most naughtiest grin. and how he gets my mum to do a temper stomping jig!!! i so love it and so love him. he has this abilty to make all around him laugh and smile…brilliant!

i am rather rambling today. got to run to the new house to see the curtain man! my father finds that rather amusing. i do not know why?

we stayed at the mahableshwar club. a rather old fashioned, quaint little place, with all the old style rules that don’t work with some members of my clan. how we actually managed to adher to them, amazed me. well, it was obey or watch my mother tie herself in knots. we can be quite ambarassing. i do understand. but it’s so much fun watching her, when we disagree.

breakfast between 8-9.30; lunch 1-2; dinner 8-9.30!!! oh and no drinks allowed in the dinning hall. not even wine…it makes no sense. though it does make for healthy living. but holidays are not meant to be healthy.

men can’t wear chappals in the dinning hall, no pyjamas, no shorts, no nightdresses, no caps…many many NO’s.

there are more rules…but these are the ones that irked the most. but we managed, with many grumblings and suprisingly no amabarassing ‘go back to your room’ moments.

the little market, which is where the pictures are from…is amazinlgy packed with little little shops. it’s like a bonanaza…sorry don’t know how that word applies…it works in my head. the amount of consumerism shocked me! it was a really tiny street. 15min…maybe less…walk one end to the other. but such order in their display. such regiment. basically shoes, strawberrys and blankets! and i have never seen shoe shops in such a straight order. i can’t explain it. to me it was like a sociological phenomenon…but, i’ve noticed this in most hill towns.

i really should go and choose fabric for my curtains now. decisions…so many. i don’t like curtains. but, then again, husband obviously does not want random eyes watching as i walk around our home naked. i do not understand why buildings have to be so close together.

what happened to personal space and privacy?

there’s alot that i do not understand about many things linked to society.

there’s alot i do not understand about many things.

07.23am 21st april 2009

07.27am 21st april 2009

on our 6mnth stint in goa…happy parra days.

jax, with full enthusiasm accompanied us on every trip. we were doing 15days bombay-15days goa from jan2009 to july2009. 8hr drive back and forth.

don’t know who i was sadder for when we gave up our little paradise…

me, jax, schumi, husband or our visiting butterflys.

notice the order in which i list us.

05.53pm 28th aug 2010

i bought this at a flea market in wichita, kansas. husband wasn’t very pleased, especially when i put it up in our home.

try and read the text. it’s super. amazing how advertising gimmicks for beauty havn’t changed.

to top it, the prices are brilliant!

06.37pm 28th may 2009

sunset at vagator, goa, struggling to remember the name of the shack we were drinking our beers in. it’s a little place, just at the cliff, so an obviously brilliant sunset.

we weren’t the only ones who thought so. the photographer was taking a picture of his son with the sunset as a backdrop. he was really concentrating. took quite a few shots to make sure he got it right. he made the boy move left, then look a little to the right. no no…sit at the edge. chin slightly down, hands on lap. that’s it. smile…now one standing…he showed it to his wife, she didn’t approve…then profile, followed with many opinions from his many clan members…sit again…this went on for a good many shots. the son grinned ear to ear through it all!

if i remember right, it was a samsung phone. i could be wrong.

this whole photo session could have made a great advertisment. or so i think. we were pretty much entertained, while gobbling down pakoras and beer. for me, pakoras is a strange munchy to have in goa. but it had been a bit of a rainy day. pakoras in the rain is always perfect and filled with childhood memories.

normally beef chilly fry, surmai tava fry, fried mussels, calamari in butter garlic sauce or fried calamari…brilliant with beer or so my taste buds passionately tell me! hits the spot perfectly.

the beer i’m enjoying these days for some strange reason is tuborg. most people, when in goa, drink kings beer, including husband. i don’t know why, i just haven’t been able to drink it with any relish. but hey, when in goa…kings it is meant to be…or a gin and tonic, full soft spot for it. better still fenny or urrak!

02.00pm 27th march 2009

the lunch thali at aniket, on the way to anjuna, goa. as i said in the earlier post…most brilliant lunch! definatley worth a visit on your next trip.

fishcurry, rice, thisria masala (mussels), fish fry, one vegetable, depending on what ‘mausi’ (aunty) felt like cooking and roti if you want.

wholesome, typically homemade and definately hits the spot.

to add to it, order a glass of fenny or urrak. goes well with lemonade and a dash of salt.

this picture was taken on the same day as yesterday’s pic. i didnt take it. the husband did. i took yesterdays. (go left to check it out)

someone once told me that i write like a child.

01.52pm 27th march 2009

this was stuck on the wall of aniket, a tiny local fish thali restaurant in goa.

i laughed through the whole meal. whether that was due to the poster or the urrak, i don’t know.

lunch at aniket is always brilliant! or so say my taste buds. it’s a little space, family run, on the way to anjuna. very popular with locals and travellers who consider themselves locals. the fish thali is the best. a glass of urrak or fenny on the side, makes the perfect lunch. it’s a must visit if your there.

while we lived there, if we got to lazy to cook, aniket it was. to add to the brilliance, rs 40 per person is all we spent per meal.

i think i have a picture of the fish thali. i’ll search and post it tomorrow.

12.37am 4th dec 2008

i obviously do not remember in which casino i took this. i don’t even remember if it was in the male loo or the female. if it was in the male toilet…then what the hell was i doing there!

but, then again, if there’s a long line to the girly loo, i happily barge into the men’s section. it’s unhealthy to hold on for long.

are condoms supplied in the F toilet? hmmm not sure. they should be! tampon supplier always. why not condoms?

11.20am 20th sept 2010

went away to goa for the weekend. a friend’s wedding. i got there and realised that i’d forgotten the heels i wanted to wear at the reception. i fretted and fumed and obviously blamed husband for my lapse in memory. my reasoning – he dislikes carrying extra luggage and his many grumblings, made me forget. my love and commitment to his comforts subconsciously made me put him before my need to be fashionably appropriate. it was a fun hour and i must say he handled me with kid gloves. 2yrs7mths training is paying off.

at the end, i managed to pull through and do with what i had. i wore the same heels for 2 different functions!

let’s not miss the fact that the number of his shoes equals mine.

03.24pm 29th april 2009

happy days in parra, goa

…beautiful nandini…peace, love and happiness…as ever forever