Wake Me Up, Please!

Dream: A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind.

Although, by dictionary, this is the real meaning of the word 'dream', in our day to day lives, we have come about to interpret it purely as a beautiful fantasy related with the most merriest of things that brings absolute peace during the period of our sleep. A transition from this image is when we experience a rather tense vision in which one fervently wishes to wake up from, yet feels bound/tied down although the path to freedom lies just about an arm's stretch. It gets very troublesome as we experience pain, tears and every emotion attached to the 'dream'. Mother says that such dreams are in a way freedom from past sins.

I couldn't help but compare this state with the political scenario of our nation. When 'democratic rule' seemed 'dreamy', the transition from King's rule to the 'free India' which we claim to have today makes us all just as desperate for a way out as we do in our sleep.

When I experience such tormenting dreams, my mother with her wake up call seems to be the key to the shut door. When and how will India experience the sheer joy of the same feeling?

Get A Grip!

As a woman on the bus, it's impossible to overlook the fact that you're always going to have one of the following or all (if it's not your day) - your neatly pressed dress ends up crumpled, your shoe/sandal just isn't strong enough from protecting your gentle feet from being crushed under the heel of the other passengers on board, a broken nail, a tear to the edge of your shawl, among others! The inverse proportionality of the female hair to the seat handle on a BMTC bus is one of the highlights - an inevitable yet painful case of hair fall. I've sported all hair-do's: Long, short, single plaited, double pony, double plaited pony, pony tail, high pony, open hair, hair swept to one side falling on a shoulder side, boy cut, etc.. There is no escape from this scary, hair raising (messing) event although you might miss the others by a hair… 

Please Bring Your 'Ward'?

On a trip to my cousin sister, Anandhi's house, one of the streets had '5th Ward' written on the sign board. Her younger son, Krishna, asked her, "Amma, what does ward mean?" to which Anandhi went about telling him about how it indicated a particular constituency/district. A day later, her older son, Prasanna, returns from school with a note that asked for his parents to be present for the PTA meeting along with their 'ward'. You can imagine the fun we had with the questions that came along!

Vedhaanth

Vedhaanth is my nephew; his naming had set my father's creative side to explode with a witty remark on it - "Vedhaanth, where is your 'daanth'?" (tooth, in hindi)… Now that he's a year old, his first few teeth have set him on his experiments with biting, esp. others. He's the smartest tot I've ever come across, and the most lovable on too! I noticed that his biting had gone way beyond the level of tolerance (read pain). One such observation on him rather amused me - every time he put his finger in his mouth, he would make sure that his tiny little fingers get a good massage between his gums while any other finger in his mouth would result in severe damage. The fact that he was able to understand pain on self but found my finger, my sister's shoulder, my mother's legs as 'bite-able' amazed me. Now, we all say, "Vedhaanth, you have way too many daanth!". "Once bitten, ever smitten" - smitten in love, smitten in bite. Teething troubles, oh yeah!

Warm Chills

Chills that warm the Bangalore soul…

The past few summers have been harsh on everyone- this one being the most harsh of all - without a doubt!

In the name of development, our Government is mercilessly depleting our Green cover…each day we reminisce our city by saying "A decade ago, Bangalore was…..look at it now…Unbelievable!"

Hot! Hot! Hot!

As I constantly seem to complain about the weather in Bangalore, one breezy day, I catch myself pulling my sweater out of my closet…Wait a minute, YES! It's finally cold in Bangalore!! What a relief…

As I walk to my yoga class, I feel the wind trying to sweep me off my feet! Could it get any more romantic? I am totally in love with my city all over again…