Life is easy kya karein

I went to drop the child to a birthday party of her best friend. It was at four pm on a sunday.... my peak siesta time. She was jumping from three pm all ready to go. With great reluctance I pulled my tracks and took a cab to drop her. The music was jarring for seven year olds party. I walked in and was struck by the mother s beauty. She was like a diva standing in a black gown with a plunging neckline and an animal print stole around her arms. Straight long hair freshly blowdried and set to perfection, so was the make up. God, these kind of women really rankle me.I feel very dowdy in front of them. My messed up hair tied in a bun and mismatched clothes and home footwear.Hey, I cant even walk in heels. I always slot them in a bitchy variety moms, who have maids and mother in laws to raise their kids so they can go to the gym and the parlour and the kitty parties.I also try to justify myself about how I look after the house and the husband and cook fresh meals for my family. No junk fo...

Valentine season makes me feel all mushy. Is it like this with couples who are married for long or generally with people in love? All songs from Ishqiya to Karthik to MNIK feel romantic, even friends with hello tunes of Mohit Chauhan feel so. I am happy and have been grinning for no rhyme or reason. There is excitement dunno if in the newspapers or my mind or my heart.The gift is not yet planned. Buying stuff from the sale feels cheap. I am actually looking for a shop which does not have a sale. His arrival from Goa was like a whiff of fresh air. I opened the door with disgust, thinking it is the maid who is late yet another time by fifteen minutes. But it was him. He actually smelled of the sun and the sea. Though he said he barely got to venture out of the conference room to the bedroom. Yesterday a friend got married and I could see the couple in love. So cool so happy and oh so together. All that one soul, twin soul, soul mates kind of words started becoming clear when I saw them. ...

Happy New Year.....A month late. My child thinks I am so funny. She just said how can you write one month late. I choose to ignore her whenever I have no answers to give. I had a blast in Mahab for 10 days . Bringing in the new year and the new decade was wonderful with family and friends who became family so soon. One of them thinks Mahab, my own short name for mahabalipuram , sounds like rehab. He really thinks we all went for a rehab. Actually, detox definitely happenned. No i did not go thru cold turkey and neither did the family. The child who is reading while I write, wants to know, where is cold turkey? She says" Better tell me instead of writing." I again to choose to ignore but this time with a smile:) The place is simply wow . My second trip and to Pondicherry too. You know in 2003 when I wrote that I will visit mahab after the tsunami, I had no idea it would happen. Even when I put it on the blog from an old diary , i was looking at it as only something fictional i...

In laws were against the match. Mother in law gave him a lot of grief.More so because her elder son had married a german. I took him to Dhanbad after telling my parents. They liked him. Mom expected a zango disco type husband whom I d choose . SO her concern was he is too simple for you. Dad gave him a 10. My Grandmother, who is no more, also met him and liked him. We had a get together for all my cousins at home. Then of course the in laws trauma started and continued right up to the wedding. After a year and half at Raheja, I was offered the position of Director of Sales at le Meridien. It was a new hotel in Mumbai and with a great salary and perks. I had heard that the bosses were bad but the money and position was too good to pass up. One and half years of roller coster ride had begun. Work was great but the politics was greater. No rules no discipline. just run on whims and fancies of a few. Learnt a lot. Was pregnant when they asked me to go in a very nice manner. I had served my...

Actually story mein spice daalne ke chakkar mein , Main spouse ke baare mein likhna bhool gayee thi. So Jaideep is this quiet suave guy who just talks work with me. Never strayed beyond that. When i was about to change my job, the fear that he is a client I work for went away. I used to seek his advice for the kind of job etc. I was going alone to Bangkok on my first holiday abroad and he was so encouraging. When I quit my job at the Oberoi finally we became friends. He did his BE electronics from VJTI , Mumbai. Then he went for his MBA to IIM A . One never hears him talk about all that. Thank God one bragger per family is enough. We used to swim together every evening after work and then I d usually walk with him to churchgate before he left for home. Jaideep has one brother in Germany. He is married to a German and they have 3 adorable children. At Raheja, I was the boss and my team members had to visit him for business. It was a bit funny. Now this was the time, both are folks wan...

Here I go on my Atma Katha. Since I have just finished reading Indira by Katherine Frank, I know all about autobiographical writing. Life mein juice ho na ho, life story toh mazedaar likhni chahiye. Sophia college - 11and 12th std with science. First time in hostel. I was totally scandalised by everything. Then settled down to become he:). College I changed to Economice, Stats and philosophy. Did very well. Majored in philosophy. Was the university rank holder - 20th got a scholarship. Awards in college for best student.Used to do very well in maths right thru got 100 also. It is because the standard in Maharashtra for SSC or 10th std is very very low. Hostel was good fun, super friends, lots of masti, visit to 1900s and Cellars. Learnt a bit about the birds and the bees. Amazing relatives were a great support too. Moved to Sophia Polytechnic for Travel & Tourism as MA in philosophy would not get me a job. Course was good but did not like the hostel though in the same compound. P...

'New post' even the word scares. New relationships scare me. New nuances in old relatiomships are scary too. New clothes- I take long to wear them. New jewellery- I take not so long to wear it. New Gizmos- I never want to start. It is just the "wanna be"in me which keeps me a bit aware or updated. Otherwise I think new news has no use for me. At the same time, I am some one who is constantly talking of giving up the old things, clothes, knick knacks, pictures,sheets, mugs, bags etc. Old wounds are also a part of this de cluttering process. Then how come one word from a friend and a laugh from a family member brings back all the hurt of fifteen twenty years? I was not even present that this existed within me. So much pain of my youth and childhood I am carrying with me and not even aware. In a fraction of a second, the cool calm collected Parul is transported to the scene of tears and betrayal of trust. Right now ,I am angry with myself. Everytime, I think I have heale...