Life is easy kya karein

Just found an old diary in my clutter cleaning and found this written on 2.1.05 As I sat down to write the mind went blank . All thoughts which were floating incessantly now ceased to exist. Maybe nothingness is a good place to start from. I had a blank canvass and I can create. What more could I ask for. The winter sun was warm on my back. The Sunday newspapers strewn all around me. The Christmas decorations now looked a bit faded. This was the new year and with it came new resolutions. The time to review the past had gone. I had to have a new beginning. The Tsunami clippings kept flashing in front of my eyes. Langkawi- where we went on our honeymoon. Negombo in Sri Lanka where the sea was so close and oh so charming. We had it cause the airline decided to give us a free stopoer. Goa in the rains, the hotel construction site where I had my brand new job.I loved the smell of the soi,l brick, mortar mixed with the sea and the November rains. The evenings were spent staring at the rain ...

I go to a small hole in the wall kind of a shop for all my alteration work. Two tailors sit on their sewing machines opposite each other in a small shop. They dont do any ladies alterations as they stitch men s clothes. All the vegetable vendors, delivery boys, office peons, sales boys from small shops, my roadside chai wala etc are his clients. He said if he does ladies clothes alteration then he will loose his business.So I pass off all my jeans as men s. Earlier I used to give clothes to which ever tailor was free. One day the other guy said we have a family and things to do for family. Clothes can wait. So I have stopped giving clothes to him. I now give clothes to the nice man who is prompt in his work and polite too. Today my alteration tailor is sad. He had lost his Mom four days back.He lived with his parents. He is more than forty five years old and the world sure has not pampered him. He has not been married ever. Has not found a match.His Mom wanted him to be happily married...

Monsoons have arrived in Mumbai. Sealink has opened in Mumbai.I have yet to drives past it but one thing for sure this will ease up the traffic near my house on the main road. Will make reaching suburbs easier for my children s school and classes. My cab driver had already been on it with his family. Said the toll is worth it coz you save two litres petrol and i calculated 26 signals from Bandra east to Worli. We did see the laser show on the sea link and that was beautiful despite the clouded skies. The cabbie was very happy with progress . He said more things like this should happen in Mumbai then people will be calm as no traffic on the roads. He said to send her to USA as she doesn t want the flyover which will further improve the sealink. He said humare paas unki cassette hai aur hum wohi sun lenge. Koi free mein toh gaaya nahin tha usne. He didnt take her name. Cho Chweet na? Rain no rain I expect all maids to come to work. They are the ones whose houses get flooded, gutters outs...

I am barely getting a hang of facebook and there is Twitter to master. New technologies, new innovations . What about new us? All companies are doing innovations on their products creating new products, improvising existing products making them more user friendly or more updated. What am I doing for myself? Wohi hi ghisa pita pe naye kapde daalo. No technology, no innovations for our own selves. I want to buy new cell phones when they are launched. Have I ever thought how much I ll love myself if I bring in something new in my life. Some newer version, more user friendly, more open, more loving? Wont people want me more? Wont they feel more comfortable around me and more welcoming within me? Sorry this was about me and not about people . Dont I want to better myself for my loved ones? I know they love me for who I am but can I give them more for their love because I love them? Do I have the drive to be a better mom, better wife, better child or better friend everyday? Do I want to prov...