Keys

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.

Zumba

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!

Rain!

When I was a kid, for essay writing, I used to always write about rainy season as my favorite.  This is an essay on the same rain, maybe with a difference.


As a kid, rainy season was all about making paper boats, wearing raincoats with cartoons on it, playing in the rain when Mom wasn't around (Inni used to let me get drenched in the rains only on one condition - I wipe my head thoroughly after that).  I still remember walking back from school in rains, without wearing a raincoat, getting drenched to the core and getting a good scolding from my neighborhood aunty had scolded me (Yes, in those days your neighbor aunty could scold you as much as your parents and your mom wouldn't feel offended). Rainy season was a time for wet socks in the school; dripping roofs, which we did not mind at all; being wet all the time, and just the beginning of school. I used to love rain for all these reasons and many more. I don't remember everything but I do know, I loved playing in the rain more than any of my friends. I welcomed rain with more joy than anyone else.


Then came college. A rainy day meant bunked classes, impromptu treks. Fighting with a friend on an unused pipe, while the rain comes pouring in, holding hands on picnics, playing pranks on each other. Rain meant messy clothes, messy hair, but who cared. Rain meant going to Pandavleni (again!) and staying over at friend's place last minute. Rain meant the entire group hanging out, getting wet, and then going to a friend's place to dry clothes, rain meant using iron to dry clothes and hanging more strings in the house to dry clothes. Rain meant new opportunities to be with someone you liked. Rain meant bike trips, rain meant slipping on the road while walking. Rain meant separation from a loved one as he/she went for another course, another job away from home.

Ah! And today, a rainy day is for sitting in office with all these memories, getting headaches because of the AC and the closed environment. A rainy day is clicking photos from the phone, through the office window, and wishing I was outside.