I need a new everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Something has drastically gone wrong. I have this extesive craving to acquire everything afresh. Which technically means, a new job, a new lifestyle, a new home, a new car, a new holiday, a new wardrobe, a new this and a new that.

Now let me look at the top most priority. A NEW JOB! So if anyone knew about any new job in the market, which is not related to business or engineering or computers or sales or marketing, let me know.

I would love to work as a waitress in a coffee shop or make pottery, or be a wine taster or be a guide or a taxi driver, become a gardener or maintain an orchid farm, or work for a travel channel or be an assistant to Ralph Lauren or anything extremely different, feel free to write to me. Any other creative job inputs are most welcome.

So buck up everyone, pull up your socks and start looking out for a new exciting job for me. Right now!

So now thats taken care of, I guess the other 'new things' that I want would just follow suit. Lets look at it when we get there...Okie???

CORRECTION: Mota says those haute interesting people are not called wine tasters but wine sommeliars or Oenologists People who study wine science....hmmmm....interesting)

A post without a title!

I hear about this 'Blogstipation' everywhere, and I am feeling the same as well. For the past so many days I did not have any idea what to write about. There were so many incidents in my life that happened last few days, but what can I write about every single thing was important and still insignificant. Hence I decided to take some time off and not write anything.

I found a new passion. Which was to while away time. Which technically means, sitting in front of the idiot box and surf channels, watch crappy TV channels, and still not have any guilt. Yes, I confess, I have become a couch potato! My family tells me, why do you have to hibernate this way? There are so many things to do. And whats wrong with you? Step out, go for a walk, or get out with friends, or read, or bla bla...But I guess I was just too tired to do anything. I had a crazy work schedule last ten days or so, which included some hi-tea sessions at a diplomat's residence and spending time with one of India's top artists / painter / photographer, and convince him to get some stuff for us. Anyway, am not complaining...

But today, here I am, in the office on a lazy saturday pre lunch session, trying to figure out what has to be done during the day. Jeez there are so many things to take care of, that needs constant creative attention and execution, but darn! I have no mood to work!!! I had to get into office today to just show my face to my new firang boss. I had also thought of excuses to make, to play truant and run away from work and have a nice brunch at Khan market with a few buddies. I get in here to realise that she was not coming into work today due to some personal reasons. I go, Oh no! And before I could finish all those sighs and all those nahiiiis...she calls me, only to tell me that she wouldn't be coming into work, and that I have to take care of all her meetings and calls. I go....darn! its a saturday. How cruel can anyone be to make this poor little soul work so much. Just then I feel like taking some time off. I go to the pantry to fix myself a cuppa tea. Just a way to distract myself from work for exactly 3 minutes. And to be honest with you, I have a great passion to get distracted. I have mastered the art. I was thinking, how nice it would be to have a job in one of those travel channels, something like Travel and living or NGC! I would love to do what a Padmalakshmi or Kevin Brouch do, whose job is to travel to great exotic locations, taste some fine wine or indulge themselves in gastronomic wonders! Ah, how nice!

Well well..All I can do at this point is just think about this and grudge and feel jealous and crib and everything. Only to realise that I have to send a creative matter to a publication and my deadline is nearing!!! Ooops..gotta run!

The Great Indian Joint Family & Me!

Oh how much I love writing about this topic. It actually feels quite funny to write about this, considering the fact that I am a single lonely child of working parents, who lived in a back of beyond place in Chennai. The only times I had interactions with my cousins, my aunts and uncles were during festivals or family functions where we used to cling on certain stupid details and brag about it, just for show off sakes. Something like, "oh I have that dress that Madhuri Dixit wore in that movie Tezaab for that dance number Ek, Do, Teen"... to "I went swimming in Marina Beach and swam for some 3 kms"... to "I found a biig snake in the bathroom and I caught it myself, thre it out of the door and it went away". Simple things to impress the kiddos of the house. And these kids would stare in amazement and probably talk about this to everyone in the village.

Anyway, I always felt that living in a joint family was such a great feeling, no body would bother you, you could just hang around and play pranks, no one would question you why you did this and that, and if at all they did, you could just put the blame on someone else. Wow...what a nice feeling! And one thing about a joint family I thought rocked was how uncles would take all children for ice cream in the evening, and how you could wear your cousin's clothes and show off in school the number of dresses you had and the variety. Very nice indeed.

I have this colleague who lives in a joint family, asouth Indian, a tam bram to be precise...and she complains about how difficult and irritating it is to live with a bunch of pattu paatis, ambi mamas, subbu chittappas, vijaya paatis, kannan perippas, lakshmi mamis, etc. And this crazy amount of cousins. The amount of answers one needed to give if they wanted a night out with friends. Or the kind of clothes one needed to wear at home and while stepping out...all screened and canned properly. And also the kind of gossip and 'poking nose' that happens.

Oh my god! Thankfully I dont have to be subject to all these. Thankfully now I have grown up I guess. Thankfully!

Aah..

I was wondering where you were. I have many things to tell you. I feel a lull since I haven't spoken with you for so many days. Such a long time...I did not imagine. And I do not know what you are doing or where you are. I do not know what's going on between us as well.

I need you, I need to make a confession. I want to tell you something, that has been killing me for so long!

I wish my knees don't hurt me so much, with all that burden! I wish my shoulders had some more strength to take all that pressure. I wish my heart could accomodate some extra space for me to contain my feelings. I wish my mind wanders around scot-free without any guilt. I wish I could stay close to you and talk to you, holding your hand, hoping you would understand.

I wish you were here now.

Spectacular is the word...

Last evening was tough on me. Or so I thought. I was feeling dizzy, I hadn't had anything to eat all day, thanks to the back-to-back meetings in the office and "certain uncertainities" in the workplace. I've been having unlimited cups of chai and I thought to myself, this is it. I have reached a saturation point. I can't sustain any longer.

I decided to go home. Now driving back 17 kms, the thought made me even worse. And to top it all, I had to pick up my daughter from the creche, cook for her, play with her, deal with her tantrums, read to her, and bla bla. I had absolutely no strength to manage anything and I wanted to just crash!

I got this call from my dear friend Al, who wanted to come over for a drink. I had no energy for this, but then, I had second thoughts. I hadn't seen him for a while now, and wanted to seriously talk to him and kinda chill out. I thought of cooking, but I changed my mind. Anyway, I invited him over, and we started drinking. One sip of single malt, did it all. I started throwing up! I felt better. I thought I should get my daughter to bed first, and then restart all that puking. I felt better after a point.

It started raining. Wow! It was beautiful. I didn't know how to enjoy the rains with this nauseating feeling. I gathered strength and asked Al, hey you want to get drenched. And he was a good sport. And there we are standing in my tiny li'l balcony, enjoying the showers. It was just beautiful. I also had a mind to go for a walk in that heavy downpour, but well...someone had to take care of the new pair of Levis. Anyway, there we stood, me feeling extremely cold and yet absorbing the showers, forgetting the nausea.

It was fanthetastic! It was something I hadn't done in a long time. It was something I couldn't have done with anyone else. I forgot the nausea! It was refreshing. And I thoroughly loved it!

Thanks Al!