Saturday, 28 May 2011


Once upon a long time ago in Cell Phone Land, there lived an Alphacell.

Now this handset resembled a cell phone less, and a cordless land line phone more. However, it was the sweetest, meekest phone to roam the Earth, almost like its predecessor, the Argentinosaurus some 90 - 100 million years ago. It was harmless, and did its basic job well. You really couldn't complain.

But then, as with everything else, enter E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N. And that brought in the Nocya. And another Nocya. Actually, quite a few Nocyas. Now this new species wasn't as peaceful as the Alphacell; its behaviour was more along the lines of the Spinosaurus - it was everywhere, and eventually became the undisputed King of Cell Phone Land.

However, technology wouldn't rest easy, and soon the Nocyas were nudged by the So-Knees of the world, and suddenly, Cell Phone Land looked a much brighter, happier place. There were multiple new species, loads of attractive new features and so many shiny wonderful handsets to choose from. Life suddenly got complicated. Of course, the So-Knees weren't the last in the chain...

...And enter the Blueberrys and other fruits! If anyone was floored by the existing inhabitants of Cell Phone Land, the newbies took competition to a new level altogether. Suddenly, there were price wars (gasp!), swankier features being churned out before you could say 'Cell Phone', newer versions being get it. Cell Phone Land was now super snazzy!

As one of those 'anonymous' quotes floating around goes: 'Life was much simpler when Blueberrys and other fruits were, well...just fruits'!

Friday, 27 May 2011


I'm really not a fan of the local trains.

People, enough to populate a tiny island somewhere, all crushed into one tin can labelled 'Andheri Local'.
Picture this: Four ladies cramped on to what is essentially a seat for three, when along comes Polly and says, "excuse, please adjust". Which means that the three afore-mentioned members of the fairer sex are to pack themselves into even smaller proportions to accomodate Number Four.

Those car keys? My best friends, I tell you!


... And a gazillion rupee prize to anyone who can locate my fridge under all that!


So woke up one morning and decided to start off with meditation. Experienced bliss. Hooked on for life. Hah! Now that would be a fib, and how!

This is actually how it started off.

Got introduced to this very warm and wonderful couple, aquaintances of the folks'. They are both deeply spiritual and religious, of course with both being mutually exclusive. (Which is what I like.) A few evenings at their place, some discussions on who we are, what are we doing here, what is our purpose in get the drift. Basic questions, maybe, but every time you visit them, you have a different view, a different answer. Then of course, there's karma. Without going into a crash course on spirituality (I'll leave that for another post), discovered with them that it's plain and simple wonderful to sit quiet and meditate.

This is how I go about it:
Dimmed lights
Air conditioner on
Diffuser with some pleasant aromatherapy oil (my current favourite's cinnamon)
Favourite CD (instrumental/ chants)
So all you have to do is have the above organised. Yes, it's comfortable. Yes, it's convenient, and at my convenience. Even a 15-minute meditation, with just myself for company is good. Sure there are times (most times, to be honest) when it's difficult to not think about anything, or clear my mind of every little thought, but that's okay. It's okay to have the random thought flit by, but it's more important to focus on your breathing, and soothe your mind with the music/ chants. (See, that's why you pick something restful.)

One day, I may take this a notch higher, where I may not need the music to calm me, I may not need the diffuser to waft a soothing aroma and I may not need the AC on to feel good. Until then, however, my brand of meditation works!

Try it, do!

Monday, 23 May 2011


Or rather, celebrations.

So the significant other and I celebrated six years together last month. Not bad, given that see-saws and relationships are virtually synonimous, don't you think! Six years of marriage, six years of 'in sickness and in health' (which we did go through on the anniversary itself, seeing that we were both nursing the most goddawful colds!), six years of just being together. Okay, for those married/ in committed relationships for longer, I can imagine that six years is baby food, but do humour me here. :)

Holiday? Always good!
A surprise anniversary gift? Even better!

So the husband planned an (extended) weekend to Sri Lanka!

Here's a picture of beautiful Sri Lanka:


Circa 1980s: Enter newsreader. Bright red lipstick and rouge: check. Chiffon saree impeccably pinned to shoulder: check. Hair perfectly coiffed: check. Tight smile on face: check.
News read out deadpan. Nothing is too sensational, awe-inspiring, nail-biting or demands any sort of reaction, really. Minister so-and-so loses election. A facial muscle twitch should do it. Floods in x part of the world. A facial muscle twitch should do it. International honour bestowed on classical singer. A facial muscle twitch should do it.

2011: Enter newscaster. Flawless (if overdone) makeup: check. Business suit (with the brand flashing on ticker): check. Poker-straight hair: check. Expression on face: Can't say, really.
After all, it's all about the breaking news. OMG celeb so-and-so chipped a nail while at the spa today. Breaking news! The darling of all party circuits caught in an MMS scandal. Breaking news! Cricket season begins. Breaking news! A tree fell and blocked traffic for 2.5 hours. Breaking news! Mrs A from Apt. 4B in my apartment building chopped veggies for lunch today. Breaking news!

Really, now! Is there ANY sanctity left to the news at all?!