the last mile

Am sitting with a coffee, wearing an oversized shirt, eating the first mango of the season as the song Fireflies plays in the background. Warm coffee strains are in the air, there is a mix of work and pleasure that the day promises and in all this is little me sitting and admiring the turns that the world seems to be taking.

Played housewife yesterday, gathering together the rambling mess of the house and the world to consolidate. Am in a tizzy these days cant figure out half the time what to do. Simple things are confusing. So should i buy a dining table for the house and invest in making it pretty, or should i not bother because there may be no need soon.. Should i slap myself for thinking these far fetched thoughts or should I let myself be a girl and make a castle.

There is a foolishness virus that seems to have gotten hold of me. All sense of sense has flown out of the window replaced with a frivolousness........... while paying all my bills yesterday and the diminishing bank balance did little to prevent me from blowing up a whole lot on shopping, net result if my landlord presents a cheque now it shall bounce. The things that i end up doing!

Yesterday closed with meeting GR after ages, he seemed relaxed and happy as we had a coffee. There is something warm about building relationships and being in a city where the vendors begin recognizing you after a time, the ciggie fellow sees you and engages in a conversation, the toaster person willingly breaks a 500 for you, the puckha guy knows automatically that i need that exact level of spice u need.

The sequence of pot holes are familiar to you, and the maid can leave 10 cocunuts in your house. Have to admit that I have become fossilized in Bangalore. There is more that I do know than not know about this city, and more than that there is comfort here...........

Blore is home now. Delhi my "native"
wonder when that happened

Julie and Julia

One of the last movies that I saw in 2009 was Julie and Julia.

Its a simple story of how this women, Julie (i think) is content but restless in her drab NYC life and so decides to go on a one year mission. The mission is to cook some 370 odd recipes, one every single day come what may, for a period of one year. Proves to be tougher than she expected, what with buying the fancy ingredients, the time consuming non maggi cooking, the man, job, everyday issues ...etc. Yet she goes on and vala! one year later she is (i) a french cook (ii) a top 10 blogger and (iii) self empowered.. ok made the last one up..

So..I have decided to go on a J&J mission myself. Yes yes, am a copy cat.... but with a difference.. Am lazy.

My mission is that starting today 28th January, 2010. I am going to post one blog entry every single day. The idea is to notice, ponder, mull and have something to want to remember daily. As the year goes by and you look back there will be a journey of moments, silliness and anger all there to see.

Very self obsessive I guess. But hey so was the movie. She did the cooking for herself, not to please the husband and cater to his tastes, He only came in handy to kill the lobster once.

Excellent. So a pledge to me, once a day for a year. Who knows next year this time, which country, city or place I shall be blogging from....

Let the journey begin......