Girlie day out

Yesterday the Girlie day out was perfection personified. Came home from a gorgeous drive to the airport, ate the idlis that are somehow soul food and arrived home with sincere desire to work. Except... i met L sitting on the couch with a book and a lit cigarette who moaned the fact that she did not seem to want to head to work and so ... we well sat

and spoke about.... hmmm surprise.. MEN!... there are such differences in upbringing that come to the surface from time to time that it makes me smile.. for example her parents permitted male visitors from a way younger age than mine would have dreamt of it and yet much is same the closeness to family, the ties those do not change that much at all .....

hmmm so report made and sent we drove the MONSTER CAR... to the Mall. There is something about a women driving a SUV- very sexy even if i say so myself. ... heheheee

Got in.... were surprised that mid day mid week tickets were as expensive as that and entered the hall to BLISS!! Recliner chairs, caramel pop corn and Sex and the City 2 .. Yes it is a shallow movie, very obvious, extremely american and all that but would die for three things

1.  To be as anorexic as Carrie Bradshaw
2   ability to walk with heels that size

3.  the walk in closet with those clothes tat actually fit

Anyway.. movie over, came home to make piping hot Khichdi, while L made delicious pumpkin soup.. what a combo till the domestic bliss of serenity was invaded by creatures that should never be seen... A HUGE FLYING COCKROACH === i realize i run the risk of sounding super stupid and Blonde - BUT

. i am relatively ok with cockroaches.. have one that comes and visits the kitchen - we have an agreement he does not come out in the morning and i dont kill him in the night.... so its all good. non violent peaceful co habitation and all that.

Dont like it when they decide to fly. Because then they can loop and soar and land on my head or arm or food or anywhere and i am resorted to bundling myself in a sheet and flinching at the slightest movement.. DEFINITELY not fun.

Seeing the devil.. i yelled and locked the room. L, the brave one corned the Flying thing and placed a bucket over it.. and that is where it stayed for the night.... while the soup and the meal were devoured to FIRE the movie.

Surprisingly had not seen it till now and really thought Deepa Mehta, had managed to invade the personal space of a regular indian delhi house and the subtle power play in a manner that was not contrived for a moment. The fact that FIRE raised a storm when it did...... was probably a reflection of how mismatched the women and man roles remain in the inner domains of huge portions of india..

Anyway.. house wife 2 is off to a good start.  Nailpolish is on the table and dinner menu ready to be printed!..hoping like hell this is just a phase!

Paused

Today has been a pause day. The body is asking me to stop and pause and not move at all. Since the morning its been one of the incapable of anything but deep sleep and despite 3 hours of sleep can fall back into bed again.

Have come home after 4 days and it feels like something is missing when i am here.
When i am there, the house there seems to be as much home as not
must have been a gyspy before, to be able to slip in to others spaces without much trouble

Met someone very interesting yesterday, this guy spends Rs1000 daily feeding 30 dogs with Chicken Biryani, every evening, He sends his boy to get the stuff packed and each dog on the road knows the time he shall come and start queing up.

Each gets one packet, the rice is devoured and life resumes itself.
such selfless giving is incredible. and happens on street corners without us even being aware
there is much to learn if we only keep your eyes open to all that is taking place

Feel the need to get myself a pet. A dog, but cant till there is some semblance of routine that life becomes used to
Feel the need to retrun to the gym, can and shall when the body permits me too

Yesterday, after ages there was a feeling of relaxation of just smiling and knowing that it is all allright seeping into my bones. Simmering tension of several months began seeping out and was replaced by a its ok, life is fine kinda feeling.

The shoulders is where the tensions stays. always hunched up and tensed
someone told me to just let go and be, not hold on too tight to the what ifs
there is not much we can do to control it in any case
learning the lessons slowly
hoping i dont have a fever
for today its a slllooow day

mumbai only city worth it.. says CG

I love travelling. Anytime anywhere.

The moment you return you look at your city and space in a whole new light. During my last day in Mumbai, was travelling with a business associate and she said something uncanny.

A die hard Mumbai-ite, she looked honestly bewildered at how anyone could choose to live in any other city. Her rationales were even cuter.

• Chennai as we all know is not a city. 
• Bangalore has good weather, hence she felt incapable of getting out of bed. Result no work done
• Delhi- this is when she nearly spat out of the auto in horror. Chee she squeaked, that is a horrible horrible place, the auto guys are all thieves and they steal. Agreed the roads are good but what is the point when I cant walk on them in the night the only time when it is cool enough to walk there in the first place..... 

Well the logic was so tightly cast in steel that I could only mutely nod my head. 

She closed her statements to the jury consisting of me and the auto guy saying, you know was flying over Blore in the evening at about 9 and saw only a few lights on, she thought there was a power failure.... and shuddered when over the next few days the power failure became the 11pm deadline that paralyses this city weekend or weekday.

Then she took her flight back to Mumbai. Late night flight, the landing was timed at 12.30 in the night, sitting on the window seat she glanced at the city she calls home and GRINNED...... The city was ablaze, there were lights, traffic, movement and even from the air the city seemed to be signaling to her. Or as she put it 

IN MUMBAI EVERY NIGHT IS DIWALI!!! 

Slurping Mama Mia ice cream at 2 am on the Bandra Bandstand, watching the moon dance on the waves as a couple tries to be discreet between the rocks can only smile at that statement