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September 12, 2017

Chai time chitchat #11

Isn't it little too long I wrote anything? I knew this in fact, on each passing day but either it was my week long illness, post recovery or nothingness in a hectic 'some what happening' life, which eventually resulted in absenteeism on the blog.

Let me start with the viral infection I was down with. After reaching a very very high temperature, I was given very very high power antibiotics which in turn gave me (I am tempted to write 'very very') weakness and bad stomach for weeks. It was a disaster and it took me around four five days, only to digest that even I, who was always a stronger (My daddy is the strongest otherwise, followed by my brother which leaves me and mom..well..) person in my family during illness, can also get affected. And how. Anyway, I am fine now. Doing decent.

In other news, Mr.ISB flew to Copenhagen which means I would be relaying on digital communication to know whereabouts of the introvert guy. Phew. I won't say I am going to miss him like nobody's business, because in comparison with last year's four months pilgrimage of his highness' - ten twelve days seem easy. Also, I have plans to paint a bit, which is easier in his absence thanks to my anxiety of getting my art supplies spoiled due to his unintentional stormy presence in the room.

Work. Now, work front is getting difficult day by day, thanks to every one in the team falling sick one by one, due to different sickness. As much difficult  the job is getting, I am becoming more disciplined about using my time I am in office, efficiently. Hopefully, I would stick to the regime. 

I'm in search of a few activities which let me be in a state of flow. May be painting, dancing, music or reading.May be, I should pick the ones which are constant in giving out moments of joy. (Books and films are making me too sentimental now a days- looks like I am becoming my mom! Oh my God, no!) How do we find out , what we really want?

About walking. I love walking. With my husband. With my friends. With my uncle and aunt from US of A. I feel, I remember all of them more when I walk over a street, while observing bright colorful fruits and vegetable stalls, cars passing by, people chit chatting with vendors, buildings standing tall since ages. I like being in a well of memories or may be something which has never happened. 

How are you guys doing?


August 18, 2017

W.O.W

If you are thinking this W.O.W stands for some random funny abbreviation then yes, you are right. It stands for Wrath Of WhatsApp.

Let me start from zero. When WhatsApp took birth I was already out of college and hence the 'teenager's new addiction' theory did not play well on me but you can say- it was fun to connect (Free Free Free), though my brother was already into the high school age which meant my mom cribbed to me many times about his 'All the time on WhatsApp' attitude towards relatives/guests put up at home. (I can not blame my brother, he is an introvert and general Indian relatives are not!)

After more than half a decade, WhatsApp has penetrated in India. It has reached places where basic electricity was scarce. Call it a development or the great Indirect marketing strategy, things have started to change in a big way. Our maids are on WhatsApp, Our milkmen and care takers are using it. We can place orders on it to our Sabjiwalas. But the wide spread usage has come with its own negativity in our social life. We have started being socially aloof in real life, with more connectivity in the virtual world. Well, that is not what I am going crib about today.

I am talking about rumors and mindless messages sent on WhatsApp by mommies, daddies and every person who forgets to think logically.

"UNESCO declared Indian National Anthem as the best Anthem in the world", now why an organization would do that. People knowing the significance of the Anthem in the world would doubt this message for sure. Many people do too, but how can you not spread this lie further when it takes a second to forward the message. For free.

"HIV virus got into the Coca Cola plant last week." This with a video, is the panic button for mommies who hate their kids drinking cold drinks. Don't get me wrong here, being a health freak I dislike fuzzy drinks but please not in the name of this so called awareness spreading drive. I guess the video is getting circulated since two years now.

"Swine Flu can be cured by eating some spices mixed with Ghee and Oil. No medicines needed." Or "Some lady in USA cured her cancer by reciting a Mantra of 'choose your religion' everyday". Wow, it has become so easy to fool people in the name of the religion or culture.

To my dismay such messages can reach to many people together, through WhatsApp groups. I do not exactly despise being social on WhatsApp, I dread being a part of any social not-so-like-minded groups. These groups mindlessly forward anything they get on WhatsApp, without thinking about the truthfulness/sources of the message or even the reputation being done on the group. Worst, they believe it to be true most of the time and make others' life hell too. Good old forwards of jokes are no more in the market now. Sad.

While, majority of my work related conversations happen on WhatsApp I dream of a world where I do not have to open the Application. Some people can not only do that but can absolutely get rid of it. My brother and my husband are very sorted personalities- One has exited the group without the slightest fear of missing out anything and the other behaves as if he does not exist on WhatsApp.

About me?

Well, I am still a victim of this wrath of WhatsApp and choose to listen to mindless-logic-less-advises on it. The only peace I have got is, I listen to most of these advises/news and throw them out of the window or the chat box.

And.. Never forward it to anyone.

July 30, 2017

The Sunday #6

Pre-Rakhi Sunday it was. Not technically but almost. Sigh. (For an Amdavadi, celebrating festivals only on weekends is more than a torture. I meant, Sundays are for relaxation when festivals arrive on weekdays. But well..)

Only when I was happy about upcoming festive seasons, I caught cold. When I say cold, it is a mixture of mucus in tones and sneezing in millions. Gross and painful both. The silver lining? Mr.ISB's cousin S with her kid coming to our place for Rakhi and the lunch. Needless to say, it was everything fun. I was tired due to flu but could manage cooking up a storm with the help of a cook and MIL. (Such days remind me that how dependent I am on my MIL when it comes to daily chores and thankful too!)

Our little nephew does not have sisters and this poor little yours truly does not have any brothers in the town. So, I pitched in and tied him a Rakhi. His smile and the tiny wrist flaunting bigger Rakhi than his face was cuter than he ever was to me.

Pre-Lunch session was more like a chattering session between us - females and it appeared that the pending task of buying matching fabric for some amazing sarees I have, can be ticked off today if I jump in the car with cousin S who was also ticking of her cloth shopping tasks that day. I was tired and sleepy but this was not a moment to miss. Also, we all were free for the day after a long long time, hence we both left for some festive shopping while our Brother-in-law M , Mr.ISB and the kiddo took rest before meeting post shopping session. That too for the dinner. Yay!

The Nakshatras helped us and we both could select some really gorgeous fabric while talking about everything 'Girly' and 'Work-ish' under the sun. It felt amazing to have a like minded person to whom you can always look up to and talking with. It was also a gentle reminder that after my Sister-In-Law's wedding a cousin living close by would be anyway there.

The dinner was North Indian (Guys' choice) and delicious. It took some time for us to realize that the food was surprisingly lighter on our stomach, which is unlikely for Punjabi cuisine. I did not want the day to end even when I was dead tired. Of course, after bath I collapse on the bed just to get up next morning at 6 am.

A tiring but a happy Sunday.

How was yours? 

July 23, 2017

Chai time chitchat #10

Believe me, I want to change the title. It has been ages I had Adarakhwali Chai and for some reasons I have realized, I enjoy it more with certain sets of like minded people. With others, I do have Chai but it is merely a mechanical routine which calms my mind.

Life is floating, if this makes any sense. It becomes a rocky surfing experience and in a few days I would be sailing slowly.

My office work is again a combination of severe work load and chilled out moments. I am afraid of this comfort zone I have got into. May be it is a time to get something more for my career plan before I reach a point of no return. Talking about my office life, a lot has changed this year. Projects, staff, challenges with new recruits, a sense of being more responsible & at the same time, feeling the heart break while handling over the responsibility in the name of the work delegation. Phew.

Monsoons are here and believe me, I crave for filter coffee all the time. I don't think I can ever get fed up of monsoons. Ask an Amdavadi in Mumbai, we can never get enough of it. Can we?

I've started some craft projects which I must say are going good even when some of them resembles projects given to primary school students. But, I love them and I have realized that, it is the only thing which counts. Dancing and craft is more like talking to myself, pampering myself and enjoying. Close to Spa for me. (I can see raised eyebrows here!)

We watched 'Dunkirk' last weekend, and for a world war two junkie I loved the movie. I should give credits to the cinematography and the background score, both were out of this world.

I binge watched all the episodes of 'Rizzoli and Isles'; I could see myself and my frock buddy N in both the lead characters. ( Mathematically none of us resemble any of the characters in totality. It is more like 'Bubblegum+ frock buddy N= Rizzoli + Isles) I do not remember getting a better combination of crime thrillers with just a pinch of chick flick.

I am eagerly waiting for upcoming festivities and the wedding in the family. Okay, the second part would come with a lot of hard work but hey, where would be the fun otherwise.

How have you been guys?


July 2, 2017

To Do Nothing in Kerala

It is very very weird that since months, the frequency of posts on my blog has decreased but then amidst the hectic schedule and my totally messed up state of mind ( I was tired of 'schedule', needed a break) created a big 'creative' block to even do random chatting on the blog! I decided to take a break from the craving of writing something forcefully as well. How awesome such desperate breaks can be- is something this blog post is all about, now that I am back from experiencing it. The break where...

We did nothing.

I, along with Mr.ISB and my SIL had decided a couple of months back to take a week long vacation where the sun would be kinder and so would be the place. Believe me, in April we were struggling to decide on a place even out side India, where we can go for a week. (Europe is my favorite destination but, for a week I barely can breath in, forget feel the place!) When we zeroed down on Kerala, I was sure of the resort and greenery as I had visited the place with my parents, but I was not really enthusiastic about the vacation. One, we planned to do nothing in the name of site seeing- I was okay with it but I was scared that my hyper-self would get bored. Two, secretly I wanted to explore a new country. Little less I knew, I did not need a new place to explore or too many things to do on this vacation. I needed to do nothing!

I kid you not. From the moment we checked in the room - three of us, till last moment kept ourselves busy in doing what we needed. Reading, watching movies, walking, eating, jogging, exploring plants around our cottages, indulging into Spa, playing board games etc. The brother sister duo swam a lot and slept off a lot. (While I read and enjoyed my cup of coffee enjoying drizzling rains!) And not even once we felt bored. I have to give enough credits to the Club Mahindra Resort Poovar, where every single three was pleasant and beautiful. (If somebody from Club Mahindra is reading this - do let me know from where I can get that cane chair and the stool on which I perpetually spent all my mornings and afternoons!)

My hyper-self was unbelievably calm as I had nothing at all do- no mundane stuff like cleaning the room or worrying about the next meal. I slept off every day for perfect seven to eight hours and how. I realized 20% of my stress before the trip was the irritation of not getting enough rest- mentally. Now,I was content. In fact I was worried that the vacation is ending too soon and I would show heavy withdrawal symptoms, but this trip surprised me again at the end of it.

I was all in to work. I enthusiastically and smoothly entered into the hectic work flow.

I am not sure how did that happen but I would recommend this kind of a don't-go-out-of-the-resort vacation once in atleast two years.

For now, you might want to look at the gorgeous place where I almost attained Niravana. (Green Nirava I would say)


Such walkways are witness to my hour long walks and lust for greens


While the brother sister duo swam, I enjoyed my coffee here
Post morning walk moments
The Hammock we all loved
Early morning reading sessions - Do not Disturb please!



June 14, 2017

The Joy Ride

Last night, like a true Pativrata Naari I was waiting for Mr.ISB to reach home so that I can dig into my dinner. Mumbai monsoons are no fun at night if it decides to be wild, hence I was worried. He had told me he is leaving the office before two hours, he was not picking the call and I was hungry (I like to have at least one meal together daily)- well, not in that order but every thing put together was making me anxious.

And the door bell rang. From the front cover door- I could see him with a wheel in his hand.

My mind just dived back in the last weekend, when we had gone to a sports show room called Decathlon where I was eyeing on a sports bike but was in doubts if I want to buy one or not. I was not sure if I should invest into it but nonetheless,  I was freaking (happily) out at the site of sports bikes displayed there, remembering my childhood. Now, lets be honest - I did not even said that to Mr.ISB. I kept it to myself.

And here he was lifting a disassembled sports bike as an Anniversary gift! (Which we assembled together after dinner, Any one noting down relationship goals?)

To the pun lover husband I wanted to say, "Don't I  take you for a ride anyway!"

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Happy Third Wedding Anniversary, Buddy!!! Let's continue to be the weirdest couple (disliking PDAs, ditching luxurious holidays and Gold- Diamonds, loving walking dates and blah blah) 

May the craziness stays forever. 

June 4, 2017

Wonder, woman

So, last week I read some where about this movie and casually messaged Mr.ISB that we should watch it. Little did I know, he would really decide on watching it the very next weekend and I would have to over come my inertia, collect myself and move towards the theater at 10.30 in the night. I also did not know that I would love the movie (unlike many who did not) and how!

It was kind of a revelation that how small boys (also big ones!) get endorphin charged up when they watch super hero movies. I believe some where they get inspired or connect that 'want to be powerful/brave/strong' selves with those heroes. I felt the same. Just like a small girl, I was all in to even pose like wonder woman.

May be the adult 'me' would say that it was not the character I fell in love with, it was the real actress Gal Gadot who managed to pull the role with some special Chutzpa. We, of course immediately went online to read about her and believe me, the real Gal Gadot is even more inspiring. This multi talented personality has aced up a beauty pageant (Ms.Israel, I am sure is no joke), army training, being a physical trainer to soldiers, modelling, and several sports. Apart from these skills she is quite unique in her own ways like- flaunting flats on the red carpet where actresses wear heals as tall as their own height, bringing up having two kids while never messing around with her career and so on.

So, the next day morning while I was having my glass of milk and Mr.ISB was working on his precious laptop I asked him a million dollar question, knowing he really likes such powerful personalities and not  damsels in distress.

"How does it feel to marry a wonder woman?"

I smiled but it quickly got converted into rolling eyes.

"Let the wonder woman come out of you!", Mr.ISB had a ready answer.


Well, then.