Saturday, January 31, 2015
So, I was just watching this cricket match. Their rules - each team should have at least two women and both women have to play for one over(both bat and bowl). Their runs are doubled and if they're out the team loses two runs. Also, no balls and wides aren't counted for women. I find this discriminating. All of us can't play. I can't bowl to save my life.
But treating this lack of skill as an excuse to have easier rules, isn't it discrimination? Maybe it encourages women to participate but why should they in things they don't do well in? Shouldn't we focus on strengths and spend longer working on weaknesses if we deem it important and essential? Isn't cheering for a team as important as participating? Doesn't that bring out true sportsmanship?
P.S: This is not an insult to any organization. These are my views and mine alone and I just don't like it.
Friday, January 30, 2015
My dogs love to run. I've been trying to jog when they do. But i end up walking after a few minutes. Mostly because I get bored. I can talk on the phone if I walk. Not if I jog. This mindless habit of doing multiple things together is going to be my undoing some day. I need to disconnect.
Today, I saw this really old uncle running fast in indira nagar. I was really inspired. At his age, he was so fit. Being so kicked about it I ran today with the dogs and in some ways it was liberating. I'm thinking I'll add running to my list of exercises. Thank you uncle wherever you are. You're an inspiration.
OK Laika and Zoya,don't take offence. You guys are too. :) You guys do run as if your life depends on it.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
For the last one week I somehow end up waking up by 730. My habit of sleeping in seems to have taken a sabbatical for now. Like i trumpeted earlier, yesterday we got few plants. Today after a yummy breakfast in a beautiful bistro we got paint and painted some of the pots we have. It was very calming.
We've moved two of the plastic pots to the terrace and planted orange and sweet lime in them. With the growing rank of plants in the terrace,I've now promised them some time.
I guess if I start sleeping and sitting less, I'll somehow make time for all that I ever want to do. I'm finding energy reserves I never thought I had and I'm praying everyday that they hold up. Thank you god for everything. Like my friend William brown says, "A busy day is a happy day!!"
Sunday, January 25, 2015
I spent all my morning moving pots up two floors with my husband and creating a very peaceful ambience in my balcony. Wed got these over few months assuming well spend hours in our terrace. Until recently we hadn't done that. Inspired by getting two benches made for sitting yesterday we moved the pots. The place looks heavenly now.
Then I spent majority of the morning mixing mud, coir pith and dry cowdung together to create a soil for my vegetables. We planted loads today. Carrots , tomatoes, coriander, greens and methi. I'm really looking forward to the harvest. We had a nice veggie garden in the backyard but my extraordinary neighbour accidentally destroyed it. To top it they throw a fuss if a creeper even touches the common fence. So we stopped planting some stuff I always thought I should. In my new taking charge avatar, I decided to use the front yard and my dogs to protect the plants. I am keeping my fingers crossed.
We also got some fruit plants today. Orange, pomegranate and mosambi. I'm not sure how I'll take care of them but I really want to give container gardening a shot.
Friday, January 23, 2015
We all face it so often in our lives. Things seem like they're gonna work and then it just keeps seeming that way. Its like your dream and you are very close but have to inch at the pace of the slowest creature on earth to make it to each other.
You might be taking steps forward but you don't reach. I knew today that something that might have happened did not. A part of me was relieved another maybe a Lil sad. Then there are these other things which keep acting like it might happen and I don't know when and how soon. I am just plain impatient. I want to enjoy this uncertainty because I know that things are never as enticing as they are when they are far. But I can't control my urge to see it up close and experience things with their cracks, their imperfections etc. Life is just funny and I am just ranting
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
There is another thing I have been incapable of doing. Waking up early. I have improved there and I am up by 8 on most days thanks to Laika. But I want to be up and done with cooking etc by 830. I am going to try that next.I guess that is going to be much tougher than exercising. I just love my bed a lot. :)
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
She speaks about a woman who decides to have an out of wedlock baby at 19 and cares for him by having a dog boarding and being a personal trainer. She is a fiery woman, who though born with a silver spoon and loads of good looks has a kid at 19. She refuses parental help and brings her kid up by herself. Only thing she accepts from her parents is an old bungalow to live in and run her dog boarding from. Vee is likable and identifiable in a lot of ways. Her son Aryan is also adorable and his love for dogs just stole my heart.
Now, there are a lot of loop holes in the plot. The girl is not impoverished, she is a model and she is also intelligent. She is stupid enough to have an affair with an idiot. Story of a lot of lives. Women falling for useless men. Nothing that we havent heard of earlier. Her story will not bring you to tears, but it is definitely interesting to read. It is truly well written and though some plot points are cliches - absent mother, workaholic dad, model who has an affair with a rich boy, friends for life who meet in a boarding school, an unrequited lover in the sidelines, etc. the book was still absorbing enough.
Until the ridiculous twist of the stupid rich boy friend coming back. Until the heroines heart starts beating faster on seeing him. It was never that deep a connection in the first place and now when he comes riding back as a multi millionaire, she wants to crawl back to him? It was so out of character and oh so irritating that I dont think the book deserves more than a two out of five. Of course another plot twist is thrown in to make her affection seem deeper, but no, no way can I accept that. No way will I ever allow a male who treats me like that back into my life. Maybe I shouldnt measure her with my yard stick, but this is my review and my blog and I will do as I please. :)
I still do not get the title. Maybe, its supposed to talk about what happens to Aryan and how it helps this couple's relationship, but no, I am not going to go back on my review.
I am angry because after showing an independent woman, she is shown as weak. Shown as having an incomplete life without her man. Women have to accept that being by themselves is not such a bad thing after all and that even without knights in shining armors and even with hands full of dog hair, life is still wonderful and happy as long as we live it in our own terms.
Monday, January 19, 2015
My choices are not anyone's business, but somehow people inadvertently ask me this question. Be it my relatives (not the ones who matter. I hope they understand my choices) or the random aunty in my community or that uncle i meet at random intervals or even some women I speak with frequently.
Let me be clear, I now have nothing against kids. I know I will have one or more someday. But that day, has to be our choice as a couple and it should not be questioned by people who pretend to be concerned. It should not be the only way to gauge the happiness in my life. The happiness and joy a child brings is of course amazing and wonderful and I have seen my friends transform and become more responsible after having kids. I am not belittling that in any way. I am just saying that I think there are other things in life and as an individual, I can prioritize what I want when. I spend time with some kids and I actually have fun.
Even a lady giving flowers to my grandmother tells me, " I dont want your house or car or anything. I just want your kid. " As though I am going to let her into my house. This is the kind of interference I really hate. From someone so completely random and unrelated to me in anyway.
That is just the issue here - this is not something which is popular opinion. It is a personal choice and a very private one. The time, place and the feeling has to be right as far as I am concerned and it is not something that should be done because it has to be done.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
First thing of course has to do with the dogs. I caught up with a few other folks who have dogs. We are thinking of designing a mechanism to get treat dog poop. I am wondering whether we will go ahead and implement it but I really want to give it a shot.
Monday, January 12, 2015
The movie is like a few random scenes from weird western films stitched together in places and I guess whoever was doing the stitches was watching some Bollywood movies and hence threw some Hindi movie sentiment also in.
There is nothing nice about the movie. Even the songs are half hearted attempts at music. The screenplay is lacklustre at best and the acting forgettable. The dialogues are just too cliche and I started wondering if I had walked into an alternate world where all rejected Hindi movie dialogues were sent.
I wish I hadn't fallen for Parineeti and wasted a show case movie on something as ridiculous as this. I will forget about it. I shall overcome. I will lock the memory up in a box and hide the key inside a bundle of old clothes that I'll lock inside another box, send it in a plane to an unknown destination with a forgotten number lock. Let it wait in unclaimed baggage forever and ever.
To start with, Faasos had us floored with a brilliant website. You can even order via twitter, or call them up or order online. I loved their options. The website is elegant and simply designed.
The order came in a matter of 15 minutes. The service was not just quick but also very courteous. The rolls were pretty tasty but since they weren't my main meal, I will have to take a rain check on talking about quality. It did seem pretty good. I'd recommend folks to check out the experience. Seems worth it.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
I have to admit that I did not expect to be so lucky. I havent invested as much time as I'd like to on it. Today,I had to get rid of some pests and I promised myself I'll spend sometime in the garden every day.
Thank you for this proof of life everyday.
Wednesday, January 07, 2015
I have been cycling often but I am not fit as I used to be. I want to get back to being fitter but though I have managed to maintain my weight over the last one year, I have not become any fitter. I am not worried about looking fat, but I am seriously concerned about what being out of shape and unfit can do to me in the long run. I am hearing a lot of stories of people falling sick with terrible diseases and lifestyle diseases early in life and I am wondering if the side effect of convenience is a reduced life span.
I really do not want it to be that way and I have resolved to perform some physical activity every day and increase the duration and intensity. I did manage to do something every day last year (thanks to my angels of course) but it was the same walk and same distance every day. I also feel much calmer and happier after working out so I guess physically and mentally this is a good thing. I am happy I have maintained my weight, but I feel i should start feeling fitter and being fitter. :)
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
|The view from where I was standing in the queue|
|The picture I got home - Lord Krishna in Devi Alangaram|
I am determined to visit a lot of temples and enjoy the architecture, the atmosphere and the stories around them. There is a lot more to religion that what most of us think.
Why cant I accept that i have to check for ink, I have to check for petrol and I have to check for energy before taking on interesting projects?
Sunday, January 04, 2015
|A tired Zoya|
1. People walking a mile away as they're scared and asking if the leashes can't be shorter.
2. People asking me how someone like me is OK with the hair and the smell. They don't even realize that these dogs don't shed and they don't smell unless they poop or something.
3. People generalizing in supposedly friendly emails that all dog poop lying around is coming out from these two just because they're walked without fail. I always pick up after them if its not in mud near a dump. I don't find it demeaning. Its essential.
4. Jokers sending out emails to the community group that dogs should be asked to pee in the same area. I want to seriously lock them up in a room and educate them after screaming at them. Dogs need to mark their territory. How can you not get that?
Saturday, January 03, 2015
The plot of this book follows several minor incidents. A blackmail, a nurse's suspicion and a terrible atmosphere in a game reserve among other things. But what makes the book so immensely enjoyable is not the mystery but rather the characters. Mma Ramotswe with her acceptance, her assistant with her judgement, the two apprentices and their carelessness and bragging and of course Mr.J.L.B. Matekoni, the detectives husband and the famed mechanic with his sense of righteousness and love for machines. He speaks about a car as one would of a human being. Husband and wife, value life and are very careful with everything. Each character has a quirk, a weakness and this book is about happiness and how the smallest of things, even if they are impractical, give us a lot of joy. The book also has very philosophical sound bites around how all that's needed to solve a problem is not constant thought about the problem, but a cup of tea so we can set everything aside and enjoy a few moments before tackling the issue at hand. True that..
I really loved the experience and I am going to reread the book some day. The plot is secondary, but the words and their wisdom, so beautiful. I really want to see Precious Ramotswe's Botswana.
Friday, January 02, 2015
The plot sounded pretty interesting. It's about a woman who's dead husband is trying to communicate with her. She's also a political candidate who's filling in for her grand father in the same constituency he's run from. The grand father who had brought her up after her parents death. Now, the books has a lot of scope for drama. Personal,romantic, political and of course there's a mystery thrown in too. There multiple view points in the book. There are too many characters and some like jed are just wasted. Even Dan, a potential love interest hardly gets screen space. The book is all about Nell and her coming to terms with the sudden death of her husband. But try as you might, you don't identify with her. Even her political ambitions aren't elaborated upon. For a book with so many story lines and a decent word count , there is something missing.
A 2.5 stars. This book is like the popcorn at the bottom of a big bowl. Some pieces are nice and tasty and how you want them to be and some are just uncooked and hard.
Thursday, January 01, 2015
One afternoon we headed to shoppers stop and I saw a lovely white gown. I did not own a gown then ( or a dress as few folks call it ) and I really wanted to buy it. It was priced at Rs.1000. I did not want to spend so much on a dress. I hated wasting money then and I thought this was something I shouldn't indulge in. Then, my friend told me she'd pay for part of it and I could consider it my birthday gift. I really loved the gesture.
I still don't have the heart to throw the dress away. I doubt if I ever will. I've managed to buy clothes worth thousands without batting an eyelid now. I am trying to stop it and every time I want to buy something I think about my white dress. The one without the frills and the one in which I felt like a princess. The one I wore on our first official date.
I am no longer in touch with that friend. It's weird but a lot can happen in five years. Since I've married my best friend, I have never had cause to miss a friend but if there is someone I wish I could figure out a way to have a real relationship with, it would be the lady who got me the white dress. A tribute- to the dress, to the careful me and to the understanding girl.
As i look out at the dreamy dark sky,
Give me the courage to look for the rays
Give me the humility to thank you