For U

There is only one person in this world who
manages to ruffle me really bad....
manages to make me cry within minutes....
manages to make me feel guilty, angry, upset..........
Am forever clutching at straws...
making excuses....
shying away....
Trying to Hide....
under the scrutiny of this one person
Many times I give vent to anger and frustation by shouting back...
Saying hurtful things...
Being alternately indignant and sarcastic...
Many times have I wished I did not get so defensive
Many times have I tried to be prepared with smart repartees....
But all comes to ZERO....
Cos She is the only one who loves me more than I love myself....and every act of hers is meant only to make me better and better...
And she is also the only one in the world who knows when i have been crying and try to mask the same while talking........
Thank U Maa.....
I can never be good enough but I will always Try........

My Saree Fixation

I saw a play- "kanyadaan"- which is a English Translation of the original marathi version by the talented and outspoken -late lamented playright-Vijay Tendulkar....And then I also saw Sarkar Raj, the one thing common in these two extrmely diverse Art reprensations was the portrayal of a typical Marathi Household- something that I have not come across too often in my real life transactions- And what caught my eye and my interest was the beautiful Mahashtrian Handloom Sarees worn by the female protaganists in each of the above mentioned play and movie respectively. In the former a very graceful and understated Lilette Dubey adorned pastel cottons, thus lending her own grace to the sarees, in the latter a otherwise tacky dresser- Tannisha gets transformed in a beautiful portrayal of a Maharashtrian Housewife clad in lovely rich silks- Narayan Peths, Paithanis etc...
And since then I have a craving to own a few of these beautiful saree forms . In my native Bengal -Sarees still retain their pride and glory and the variety available is just mind boggling- Bengal has contributed some very classic Saree forms- Kantha, Baluchari, Taant, Tangail, Dhakai, Jamdaani- the list is endless
Anyway coming back to my craving , which is gaining epic proportions by the day.......
I asked a few people -about the right places to pick up good bargains-The answers were varied-
Pune
A village near Shirdi
Khadi Bhandar
Kalaniketan
Dadar

Out of all this the most constant and feasible option seemed to be Dadar...So then after much waiting tomorrow am going to go and choose, haggle , negotiate and buy a few of these sarees

And hopefully by Monday my temporary insanity will be over and I will not scare cab drivers by saying " I want to go to NarayanPeth" instead of saying" Nariman Point"

For M....

This must be for Better....We don't know yet....but am convinced the daylight will be bright and full of warmth...

Just don't lose hope and don't stop believing in yourself....

I try to give you strength and you give me mine...

Hope is beautiful....

Alone @ Office

Time -6.45pm

Place -A high rise in Nariman Point- the Business District of Mumbai

Am in my Cabin watching the rain outside- and the raging sea.....

Am waiting to send a Offer Letter to a Candidate- am sure the candidate is waiting too with equal or more impatience somewhere in Bengaluru...

I was chatting with a Friend- told him I have learnt to make noises like a cat and

dog..... Of course he has stopped reacting to my statements long ago.....

My Bro and Bhabhi are waiting at home, they will leave for UK by Sunday...and I will

be all alone again....

I did not choose this Life, it chose me.....I have chosen very few things in Life.....

Free Fall can be useful sometimes

The rains have stopped now, the Offer letter is yet to leave my inbox