blog as a time machine

for the last few days, i have been toying with the idea of writing again. i miss writing even though i have been seriously sporadic on frequency and severely limited on talent.

so before i restarted writing, i actually went back and read many of my posts over the last 2-3 years. and it felt like stepping into a time warp or getting into a time machine - i remembered exactly where i was when i was writing, what i wrote and why. it was a nice feeling.
i recently read a line which posed the profound question 'would you like you if you met you?'. having read my blog, i would be curious certainly, not sure about the liking bit though.

net net i thought i should start blogging again. i am older, fatter and wiser now. my family shrunk almost by half over the last eight months. i quit a job, changed cities, took a job, started being a full-time wife after two years of a weekend marriage, collected 3 new owl figures taking the count to 18. the more things around me change, the more i hold on to the things that make me, me.

and writing is defintiely me. hence blogging again.

if a tree fell in the woods

so what's the point of a blog that no one reads? why does a blog need to have a point? and if a blog exists and no one else reads it, is that a fail? who does it matter to? sorry, that should be 'to whom does it matter?'
such profound questions and no one to answer them.

in other news my left eye is bleeding.
not as in bleeding, but i have a few burst capillaries that are making me look a sight. my poor eyes get no rest and they have been through a lot. surgery for cysts in my eyelid which involved two anaesthetic injections in my eye [yes. in my eye], a scratch on my cornea due to a spectacularly stupid and close examination of a pruned spiky rubra palm, a sonography and angioplasty of both eyes..... and today a scary looking bloody spot in my eye. maybe i need to cultivate some hobbies other than reading.
because i doubt i will be able to read braille as fast as i do normal books.

on call

i am writing this post while being on a long con call. it is 9:45 pm and my day started at 7 am. 5 meetings, 7 scheduled calls, countless other items like people walking in and out, and a hazaar calls later, i am just plain tired.

i want to go to bed and not think of work.

on my mind are a hundred things

to start with, the song 'you are always on my mind'. the version by petshop boys. because there are memories with that one. very nice, nostalgic ones.
a menu for tomorrow night. am having a few people over for dinner and i haven't thought about what to dish up.
three different people told me i looked good today. some day people will stop complimenting me, and how will i cope then? :P
last evening, which was a wonderfully relaxed chat and dinner with a genuinely warm and nice couple that i am growing increasingly fond of.
i completed the above sentence with a preposition. my bad.
'sherlock' on bbc didn't get recorded on my tata sky+ last sunday; i wonder why.
i need to buy new perfumes. this time i will try 'happy' from clinique.
maybe sunday should be shoe shopping day too.
my cell phone has conked off.
some new choices that may or may not come up. and which will, either way, be a pretty difficult time for me.
questions about 'am i really good enough'.
comfort zones and whether you need to get out of them. or just expand them to include more things.
earning LOTS of money and how the definition of LOTS changes.
there's nothing in the fridge tonight.

when it is all peaceful

it is 7:20 am. the hyper koel that started around 5:30 am has finally shut up. the traffic noise is yet to start. having put in a couple of hours of work already, my head is quiet too. mmm peace.

happens to be my daughter's birthday today. she who was a tiny little baby with chubby cheeks and curly hair is now a svelte pretty fourteen year old. i remember her doing a schumacher in her little wheeled walker as she would scurry all over the place as fast as her cute fat legs could take her! i remember her hugging me sleepily when she would wake up. i remember her taking the first prize in a fancy dress contest as a little owl who recited the doggerel i made up for the occasion. my little mishti is quite the young lady now. i wish her joy and luck and every success.

of new beginnings

i usually like change. i find it exciting and fun and all good things. i also expect it to be 'for the better'. yes, that's how the view is from my rose-coloured lenses. but once in a while, life throws a googly and i find myself facing irritating changes that I.DO.NOT.LIKE.AT.ALL.

dear life,
please note that i wrote it in ALL CAPS. which means i am pretty much screaming at you. please do not scream back at me.
love,
me

early on a monday morning

j was here for the weekend. it was a good weekend thanks to some retail therapy involving the royal enfield desert storm 500cc, an elica 4 burner gas hob, mainland china, and a bottle of an excellent still rosé. that's a lot of unconnected therapy. :D

but when the weekend is here, can the week be far behind?

for me it started yesterday evening itself - couple of hours at work last evening. and another couple of hours already put in today morning.