onward

no little birdies came but i have had two big jet black crows stopping by for a drink of water at my window. i was very happy. though one of them actually brought his breakfast along... ewww. there are parrots and koels and bulbuls in the vicinity - even a pair of golden orioles - but so far, no glamourous visitors. my drinking tray is not on the birdie page three i suppose.

packers and movers start tomorrow and i will be in pune beginning this weekend. i expect there will be loads of mumbai-pune trips but this is pretty much it. i still have mixed feelings somewhere - am looking forward to being at peace in my own home but i do still love mumbai. what character, what personality this city has. sigh..

weekend

what a good weekend it turned out to be. was a sombre occasion actually but turned into simple family time, and of course loads of fun. j's sisters and their kids came over. though i guess i can't call them kids any more, the youngest of them turns 18 in another week.
there were people all over my house. two of my brothers-in-law chatting in the drawing room. my m-i-l with her daughters in her bedroom. four nieces and nephews plus one nephew's wife, plus my daughter and me all in my bedroom with j and any one of his sisters popping in and out of the room. food, silly jokes, laughter, dumb charades and a proverbial good time was had by all.

in other news, i have been keeping a small plastic tray of water every day on my window sill for the birds around. so far all the tray has attracted are dust and a sprinkling of moss.  :(
little birdies, will you not come have a drink with us?

grapefruit anyone?

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today

seriously freaked out right now.
just turned around to notice a large envelope on my coffee table in office. when did that appear? who delivered it? how did i not notice it? my cabin has a wooden flooring and is just about 9' X 9' - how did i not even hear someone walk in to drop it off?? i tell you the internet will be my death some day.

so finally 'notice period' speeds up and i have mentally started the winding up process... organising my stuff, putting things in order so the next person gets clarity on what's what, and that kind of jazz. i will really miss my little office with the pretty walls and the smart chairs. and the squirrels on the tree outside. and the fact that i can play music in this office.

over the last few days i have realised that i lead a bloody good life. charmed life.
thank you world, universe, supreme being, god, whoever's responsible for giving me a smooth lovely life where things fall into place automatically and almost effortlessly. i truly have nothing to crib about - is that not fantastic?
:)

her royal fakeness

i am not sure why i am even writing about this. but it is like a guilty secret that i need to blurt out to feel better.

there's a certain blog i visit, not because i like it but because i cannot stand it.
it belongs to a mommy blogger. i have no problems with mommy bloggers, having been one myself eight years ago when i first started blogging. it's just that this woman's blog manages to annoy me every single time i see it.
of course, the most simple advice in blogosphere is 'you don't like something, don't visit it'. this blog attracts me like a fresh scab on my scraped knee would have attracted a nine-year old me. and it's equally painful.

there is loads of saccharine on the blog. ultra sweet stories about her family and truckloads of lovey-dovey crap that her kids say. i have been around several siblings, and later nieces and nephews, and now am mother of a pre-teen myself  - let me tell you, normal kids don't behave / say things like that so consistently. either she's making up things or the kids are not normal.
every single post is sweetness and light and perfection and basically about 'oh look at me, aren't i wonderful?' not only that, the blog is tacky looking, full of self-promotion and really sappy comments from followers. her art is also put up, no harm there but i wish it was at least something original than copied pictures.

every time i read the blog, i shudder a little, feel a little sick and go ewwwww, how fake.

and yet, every few weeks, i go back and read some more. i NEED to know what new crap has been put up so i can laugh about it and feel smug.

i am not a nice person.

whew, feels better after that rant.

learning to like things

caught myself getting superstitious and worried about india's performance in world cup matches and i wondered, since when did i get so keen on this sport! this is all 'sangat ka asar'. living with a cricket fan has rubbed off finally.

j and i will complete 15 years of marriage this year, no wonder we have developed similar tastes. i was never a fan of chinese food till we started going out. riding horses was another thing i learned to do and eventually like, thanks to him. and now cricket - i actually read cricket news on the sports pages and am part of a cricket fans group on facebook! sure, this may last only till the world cup but even this is very out of character for me, who likes her activities more cerebral/ physically inactive than sweaty / sporty!!

this may also be my last few weeks at work here. nothing seems to have changed. there's loads to do with getting the other house ready, moving, shifting, daughter's shopping for her 10-day himalayan trek, driving practice lessons and generally winding up.

so often it is simpler to just let the time flow and things start falling into place. i like the fact that time passes, no matter what. inexorable and all that. whether you want it to or not. it's a wonderful way to deal with unproductive stress methinks.