Sunday, September 30, 2012


I started riding my bike again! Woohoo! My bike means freedom to me. My bike means I no longer will rely on Deven for a pick and drop. My bike means I don't have to deal with rude rickshawallas again. My bike means I can decide when to go and come from office. When to meet friends, where to meet them and when to come home. I am free!
My bike also means I won't have the amazing ride in the morning with deven driving our car and we having a good time. My bike means no more impromptu visits anywhere, anywhere where there is no decent parking spot. My bike means remembering one ways on the roads, getting PUC on time, filling petrol in a crowd, manoeuvring through pune's traffic and even more scarier drivers.
My bike, my freedom?

Sunday, September 9, 2012


I forgot to take my house keys with me when I left for a training early morning yesterday. My dear husband went on a trek and came home back at 1230 in the night (Oh! but that is another story). So here I was, at 5 PM in the evening, without the keys, without the husband who has another set and all stranded outside my own house.
I just remembered a lot of things. I remembered when I was a child, one of my friend had lost her house keys and then they finally had to break down the lock. I remembered when we had a lock that belonged to the last century, which was made of stone and yet one day, when the robber broke into my mom's house, it might not have taken him more than 10 minutes to break the lock. We didn't have the latch system only because my mother was worried that one of us (me and my sister and even my mom) would accidentally lock ourselves out when we are just hanging around at the neighbor's house (not without any justification, because there were frequent cases of the door getting shut due to wind when somebody is standing outside the door, chatting with folks around).
I remembered how as teens, we believed we had the keys to the locks of someone special's heart. I believed I knew somebody in and out only to be mistaken soon. I remember the cliches around keys, and how the key to success is blah, blah, and, blah. I remember keys playing an important part when I wanted to attract a small baby towards me - kids like shiny, ringing things.
If you were wondering if that's what I did till my husband came home, stranded outside my house - well, you don't know me then. Instead of panicking, I realized we have a spare key with the house maid, whom I contacted immediately and got hold of the keys from her graciously.

I solved a problem, but I did not see the lock of my memories broken without the need of any key.

Friday, September 7, 2012


Four sessions down the line, a few sprained legs and twisted lower back pain later, I have started appreciating Zumba. 

Those who know me well, know one thing really well - I am not an "exercise" person. I was always a reluctant player in sports, I was never an enthusiast about going to the gym and no so fond of any outdoor activity which makes one strain themselves physically. Oh no, don't think I am one of the geeks, I am not, I am just plain and simple lazy about doing any form of exercise. Well, till the time I did my first Zumba class.

Man, ain't that fun? Pardon the americanized speech, but to tell you the truth, Zumba is fun. My company has organized the sessions for us, in the office campus, between the work time (now you know why I love my company!). The trainers or young boys who resemble and move like modern day Prabhu Deva, teach a bunch of corporate how to move your body in Zumba style.

I love the way this kind of song-dance routine is considered as exercise. I love that we dance on songs that we know so that we can sing along and not actually feel that we are exercising. Needless to say, that is felt after the Zumba class :). I love the way we are looking at each other, laughing at each other's attempts at bending, stretching and zunba-ing in general. Apart from the obvious benefits of moving our body, we are having fun and making friends. 

I look forward to my Zumba class every week now :) 

My new resolution: Write more, talk less

The world bores you when you’re cool ~ "Calvin" Scott Adams
My very dear friend says I talk too much. My best friend says I talk too much. My husband says I talk too much. He also says I love when you talk so much (which, after two years of marriage I have seriously started to doubt). So, now my resolution is to write...not to much, just write. I have been away from the blog too long and now I have so many things to write about.

So this is what I am gonna do - take one word and build a post around it. I want to see if I can spin an entire story inspired by one word. 

I would also invite anyone, who wants to try it out on my blog. Pick up a word, write a blog of around 100-500 words or as much as you want it and send me. I will put it on my blog. 

I don't have a strong reason for doing this, I am just in a mood to experiment. :)

So let the fun begin!