Life - or something like it

I know I know it is a bit narcissistic but I am having a writers block(I so wanted to use this word for a long time and now I get my opportunity)...so please bear with it.For people who don't know me here are a few things to know about me: 1. I am an Indian and currently living in the UK and missing home badly. 2. I am the youngest of 3 siblings and my sisters think I am stubborn brat but lovable..and love it when they pamper me. 3. I have always been overweight but I loathe exercise... 4. Give me a nice book and I don't need any entertainment.... 5. I love my mother's cooking especially the 'Maharastrian' delicacies she cooks. 6. I am an ardent fan of Italian food and love dry white wine. 7. People who pretend to be good friends with you and stab you in the back can rot in hell. 8. I was very blunt few years back but have managed to tone it down with a lot of hard work and dirty looks from Hubs darling. 9. I am crazy about Hindi film music and love watching English

I was watching a clip from the 'Ellen Degeneres show' featuring Dev Patel and Freida Pinto, the new celebrities from 'Slumdog Millionaire'. You can see it here. Ellen asked them about the songs and dances in all Bollywood movies and as usual everyone was like "ohhh yes Indian movies have songs and dances....and at a blink of an eye the characters in movies break out in a song". Ellen then said that they end each show with a bollywood song and the entire Cast and crew of the show break out into a Dance. That got me to thinking 'Then why complain about the songs and dances?? I have heard many people including famous Indian personalities talk about the songs and the dances as if they should not be there....ahh Bollywood movies are too long and have too many songs and dances, its so weird. Well then why has 'Bollywood' music gained so much of popularity?....its there everywhere and we love our Movies with all the weird stories and songs and dances. In

Don't get thrown off by the title of the post...It isn't about Raveena Tandon..the forgotten Bollywood Actress...Its about A-la Maid or Au-pair. If you still haven't figured it out, let me elaborate. Its about Maids and Domestic Helpers in India (Calling them servants is considered politically incorrect in today's world). I have had a love hate relationship with this breed since I took the reins of running our household. Thankfully I never had to deal with them immediately after my marriage since MIL was handling that headache. Better Half (BH) was being transferred and promoted with precision every year and so I like a dutiful wife followed him to the corners of India. This brought me in contact with the domestic worker breed from various places. Even if the language and custom changes with every area the personality of this breed remains constant wherever you will go. They are people you cant live without. They are a topic of discussion between womenfriends and neighb

I have recently purchased a pair of boots after searching for months together since, I am really finicky about the heels and by the way did I mention that they were on 'SALE'. A sale sign is like a flame which draws moths like me to it. I am sure women will identify with what I am saying. All around me fair damsels of all ages were foraging through the shoes on Sale checking out the highest possible heels. Some were even as high as a length of 'Apsara' Pencil and equally thin. It has always been a mystery to me as how do people really manage to walk in those heels. I remember during my school days a girl wearing too high heels usually came from a well to do family with an access for choosing her own shoes. In my case my sister and I were herded by our pater to a all too familiar shoe shop in the Bazaar and were given a capped budget. Any chance of going overbudget died its own death when our father gave a withering look and we hurried on to buy something else. Not that

I came upon the movie 'Gran Torino' by chance and decided to watch it just because it was directed by Clint Eastwood aka 'Dirty Harry'. I had recently watched 'Changeling' another movie directed by him and had been really impressed with it. The movie starts of with Grumpy old Clint ( Walt Kowalski) at his wife's funeral. It seems he is angry with the world. I was a bit reluctant to go on but with the want of nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon I decided to continue. The film starts at a very slow pace and people who lack patience will start fidgeting to see a codgy old man slurring racially tinged epithets and in general angry with the himself and the world. First 30 mins and I was hooked. My better half who can master the art of 'snoring away to glory' in superb movies like 'Lord of the Rings was glued to the screen as well. The film is set in Detroit and 'Walt' a retired automotive worker lives in a immigrant dominated neighbourh

Whew!!! one more year gone....seems like the older you grow the faster the days go by.... In retrospect, the year has been one of the most chaotic and enriching at the same time. It was year of making new friends, losing a few, finding long lost friends, going nearly broke, starting a blog and growing tougher. It was also year of strengthening of marital bond between Moi and better half.... It must be the first time in my life that I am taking stock of 365 days spent on this planet. Maybe am getting wiser-( I can already hear a lot of cackles from Hubby dear, Harya and Sush....) I made friends from across the globe....which was an eyeopener in terms of cultures and language. Even got a chance to make weird hand getsures to communicate with friends from the far east (Most of them can't understand our accent and we theirs). Got used to the sexy British accent (believe me its not even close to what you hear on BBC) where money is pronounced as muny and Bus is Boos (Got the pictur

Hello Everyone I would like to award the Brilliante Weblog Premio Award to ' Cynic in Wonderland '. I simply love the way she writes and every post is superb.....everytime I read her blog...I am laughing my head off...Keep up the good work...