If we were having coffee…  July 14, 2018

If we were having coffee… July 14, 2018

If we were having coffee,  I would tell you to come over to my new home.  We will enjoy a cuppa and catch up on some gossip.  That was my plan,  but this week has been too dramatic for me.  It did start off well.  It had been raining heavily since last week due to which I kept postponing my grocery shopping till I reached Saturday and there was nothing left in the house.  Braving the heavy crowd which is typical at our Supermarket,  I replenished my grocery.  As I came home,  I realised I needed to get the wheat flour.  Since, I have shifted to a new area,  I struggled to get my shopping perfect.  But as luck would have it,  it was smoother than I imagined.

On Sunday,  we stayed indoors as it was raining heavily.  Meanwhile, we watched the rescue of the Thai children stuck in a cave.  I was amazed with the systematic way,  the divers and their teams went about doing what is meant to be done.  And the result is that the children were saved along with their coach. Continue reading

My experiments with riding a two-wheeler

My experiments with riding a two-wheeler

The husband lunged from above me to hold the handle and applied brake to the scooter.  He was just in time else I would have hit another two-wheeler.  There were equally angry honks from behind me.  But I looked into the scooty mirror to check that my hair is in place.   I smiled at the other drivers who looked menacingly at me and the husband.

It was the 23rd day of my scooty training by the husband.  As someone who hates to step out of the house in the evenings after work,  he had shown remarkable patience.  He was trying to teach me to ride a scooty.  Sounds simple,  but it was far from it.  I was in my late thirties,  mildly over-weight (that’s what the BMI checking folks said) and never learnt to ride even a bicycle.  My only tryst with driving was when I rode my tricycle with my two year old sister inside the one room kitchen apartment of my parents.  And here I was trying to ride the scooty with no concept or idea of any kind of driving.  In short,  I was driving my husband nuts.  I did not know when to accelerate, or when to slow down,  when to brake or how to handle the numerous bumpers on the Indian road.  To top it,  I was not even riding in a straight line, I hated honking, and forgot to put the indicators.  Or when my husband screamed, I would take my eyes off the road to look down at the handle bar for the switches.  After the 23rd day,  he finally gave up saying he has no patience anymore to teach me.  Even a cow would have learnt to ride a scooty by now.  It led to a big, lets say disagreement, fueling my desire to learn to ride. Continue reading

Word of the Year  #WOTY

Word of the Year #WOTY

Last year was the first time I had selected a word to define what I planned to do.  I had chosen ‘Discover’.  It was successful as it changed my perspective and approach to many aspects in life.

This year,  I want to go a step ahead.  I want to not only discover,  but also persist.  I am a classic example of the Lazy Libran.  I make great plans, multiple plans and nitty-gritty plans.  Then I ensure, they remain just that.  Plans.  I want to get out of this procrastination and mountain of excuses that always tell me there is always a next time.   I do not want to wait for that next time.

I also discovered,  that I had multiple plans in ‘ON’ mode all the time.  I was having a pile of books to review,  writing targets,  personal life, job.  In the end,  I did nothing.  I want to streamline some of my activities so that I can focus on what I want to achieve.  I do not want to do everything and achieve nothing.

I want to focus on my non-existent writing.  As a result, I will reduce my book review commitments.  I am spending too much time in forced reading  and yet not able to keep up the commitments.  Of course, I will read,  I can’t stay away from books.  This year will be for reading my own books whenever possible.

I will persist in focusing on writing down my story ideas.  I will persist in writing short stories, novellas and a lot more.    And therefore,  my word of the year is ‘Persistence’.  No more putting off.  Persist and complete and succeed.  That is the mantra for this year.

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If we were having coffee….. 30 Dec #weekendcoffeeshare

If we were having coffee….. 30 Dec #weekendcoffeeshare

Hey everybody.  I’ve been away a bit without much choice.  Glad to see you as I saunter back towards the last weekend.  And I missed writing too much.  But,  lets look ahead and grab a cup of coffee.

We have happily and reluctantly reached the end of the year.  And I must say this year has been a lot better than the previous ones.  And I hope the same is true for you.

I did start off the year with a ‘Word of the Year’.  My word was ‘Discover’.  It has been a year full of discoveries, in fact, a little too much.  I had forgotten all about it till when talks started on the year end posts, I decided to take stock against my wishes for the year.

Here’s what I planned vis-a-vis what I achieved.  

On discovering my joys of Minimalism – Though the decoration of the new house is still pending,  I still made plans with a more streamlined version.  I also decided to reuse some stuff I already own.  I decluttered cupboards, shoe-racks, kitchen containers.  Everything that did not see the light of day in the past 365 days, is out of the house.  It was difficult at first,  but soon I realised, it did not bother me much after the initial days.  So,  this is going perfect.

On discovering a new place – 2017 is the year I learned to travel.  This year,  I discovered the joys of planned travel.  I travelled to Madurai, Goa, Mookambika,  2 Kerala trips,  short official trips to Gurgaon and Bangalore (or whatever you call it these days).  Never before,  I had done hotel bookings, train travels to new locations.  But 2017 changed all that.  I discovered that with a little planning,  advance bookings,  we can enjoy a hassle-free travel with family and it also does not burn your pocket or put you in debt.  2018,  I look forward to more such travels.

On discovering my writing voice – This did take a back seat but I think,  if not now, then when.  So,  2018 will be all about writing.

On discovering a healthier routine – Thanks to my genes,  I did not lose a single gram of weight.  But, I am trying.  I need to get into routine.  I have ditched the Scooty for short distances,  but the problem is I  need to do that more.

On discovering new writing – This is a mixed bag.  Year 2017 saw me reading less books.  I could complete only 18 books this year.  But,  that was because,  I have been reading more for my studies and couldn’t spare time to read books.  But,  I also discovered some classic writings like Wuthering Heights, Great Gatsby, My cousin Rachel.  Non-fictions I loved were ‘Where the Rain is Born’,  ‘Kissing the Demon’, ‘We should all be Feminist’ and a wonderful translation called Ponni’s Beloved.  I discovered the excellent writing of Liane Morarty’s Big Little Lies where she deals with domestic abuse in a light manner without the gory.  I discovered beautiful romance writing in No Safe Zone, Love Sees no Reason and the Prince’s Special Bride.  All writers I had never read.

On discovering more

I discovered my school friends and college friends after over 20 years.  This may seem odd to the always connected youngsters but in an era where there were not many land phones, facebook, email addresses, there was no way to keep in touch. In case of the ladies,  the changed surnames were a hindrance in finding them. But, the good news is, it was a combination of Facebook and Whatsapp which brought us all together.

During my trip to Kerala for a wedding in the family,  I met and rekindled friendship with many of my childhood playmates.  I realised, as we get busy living,  we just let the years slip by.  How does it feel to meet a boy with whom I used to play lagori after about 30 years! And I search for the mischievous boy in this tall, middle aged, serious gentleman who is a bit scared of his wife.  Or a girl who used to be an athlete we could never beat turn out to be a sari-clad, independent housewife raising beautiful kids.  It was odd,  but I loved every moment of it.

And, now I begin to search for my Word of the Year (WOTY) for 2018.  I hope it becomes as true as it was this year.

 

 

Fish out of water  #DiaSameer #FridayReflections

Fish out of water #DiaSameer #FridayReflections

Sameer peeped into the kitchen to see Dia holding a cabbage in her hand and staring outside the window.  He waited a bit longer to see what she was doing.  After some time,  seeing no action,  he entered the kitchen and hugged Dia from behind her.  She shrugged him off.

‘Please,  can’t you see I am trying to do something useful here,’ she said picking up the knife ready to attack the cabbage.

‘But you were just staring outside.  Do you know how to cut this?’

Dia looked down and shook her head with a tear ready to escape her eyes.

‘Come,  watch me do this’

‘But,  amma will see you in the kitchen,’  she protested.

‘But, amma also sees you working outside,’  he retorted.  ‘The heavens will not pour if I cut this cabbage.’

He took the cabbage,  sliced it expertly into two.  He put it on the chopping board and started making first vertical and then horizontal cuts.   It took him about 10 minutes to completely shred it into small bits.

‘There.  Now you can do the rest,’ Sameer said and gave her the chopped cabbage.

Dia hugged Sameer and thanked him for helping her when she was a fish out of water.

And Amma, who saw it all,  was proud of her son.


Dia and Sameer, a geek and non-geek couple.  These stories are short snippets on their approach to daily life.  This story is definitely inspired by a real life incident. Do you know people like them?  Do share the stories with me. ***  

The characters Dia and Sameer are fully imaginary.  Any likeness to people you know is purely coincidental.   The views are the characters’ own and light-hearted.  They are not endorsements.


Linking this short story to Friday Reflections.

This week’s prompt is ‘Fish out of water’.