Life - or something like it

Many girls while growing up imitate their mothers. The girl will dress up in her mothers' clothes, use her makeup, wear her jewelry and of course try to walk in her shoes. My eldest sister did all these requisite things. We have black and white photos of her wearing 'Aai's' (Mother) Georgette saris complete with Bindi and the works. I was never fascinated about wearing a sari or Bindis. Even now, these things don't entice me. I had thought, Whew! I narrowly escaped from 'Imitating Mommy' syndrome. But yesterday, as I was rinsing out the shampoo bottle to use the last dregs sticking at the bottom before I threw the bottle away, I experienced epiphany. Damn! Cut my head off and feed it to the vultures, I am my Mother. I am doing the exact same thing my mother does. All my attempts at trying to be different from my mother have not worked. It is, as if after the age of 30, a dormant gene in my body has suddenly taken a life of its own and is commanding me

Thank you for your Captions. It was quite difficult to choose the winners :) The winners for the 6th edition are: 1) Smitha : Just what we need on a hot afternoon, cool water lapping at our feet, and our favourite soap on tv! 2) The Holy Lama : Family wet together Congratulations!!! I am so pleased to give away this trophy to you.   Thank you all for participating and hope to see you this Wednesday for the next edition.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet." These famous lines by Shakespeare have been repeated many times by many people when they screw up your name and then instead of saying ‘Sorry’, give you this statement very cheekily . Now,It is time to come out of the closet… Dang..you people have a one track mind…I meant come out and declare my name in public and not what you thought.  All this while I have been writing under the name ‘ Lazy Pineapple ’ and will continue to do so…but many of you are curious to know my real name and some of you actually do know it. Then again, those who know my name manage to screw it up…And I mean royally. My parents will cringe when they come to know of this fallacy. My real name is Vinita (which means Humble), V I N I T A and not Vineeta, Vinuta, Vineetha, Vinitha or Vineta. Most people end up up calling me Vineeta which again is not my name, even if it seems like my name. Its so

This is a caption contest ‘You think you are funny?’ Please write a caption for the picture below   All the Best. P.S: For those people who would like to know the rules, please check here .

Today Hubs and I decided to eat out, no special day and nothing was planned, it was just a spur of the moment thing. Lancaster, where I live, is a quaint British town and has a limited choice of Restaurants. We have actually covered most places in the past three years. Today, we decided to travel on the road less travelled and drove into rural Lancashire for a bite to eat. We ended up at ‘The Stork’ , an old charming English Inn in the village of Conder Green a few miles from Lancaster. The inn has been there for centuries, at least since 1660, when it had a thatched roof. The current name dates from the 19th Century, as storks appear on the family crest of the then-owners of the estate. The view is of countryside with grasslands as far as the eye can see, sprinkled liberally with farm animals like sheep and horses. It is peaceful and a  perfect setting for winding down after a work day. We reached the pub when it was relatively quiet, soon the regulars to the pub coul

Anjamma looked at her daughter Kaveri with a mixture of pain and relief as she bathed her in the river water with the other women.  Kaveri is just 10 years old and is excited at the prospect of wearing new clothes and flowers in her hair. ‘Aai(Mother), when do I get to put flowers in my hair? will they be Jasmine? I love Jasmine flowers, they smell so sweet’. ‘Kaveri, hold still, let me scrub you properly, you should be pure during your marriage ceremony’. Today, Kaveri is to be wedded to ‘Lord Khandoba’ and become a ‘Murali’, just like her mother. She is to be a servant of god and become a ‘Devadasi’. Anjamma’s family and other men and women in Jejuri have gathered for the marriage ceremony at the temple. Kaveri is dressed in ‘Parkar Polka’ (Skirt and bodice) of bright red with a zari border. There is milk, yoghurt, butter, coconuts, flowers and turmeric powder and as the priest chants mantras, Kaveri is made to stand next to the idol and people shower her with turmeric  and

Thank you for your Captions. All of them were hilarious.   The winners of the 5h Edition are : Aparna : What does he hope to find? The diamonds are in the mines dammit. Meira : LION: "Damn! She's looking away! I wonder what she thinks of me now. Congratulations!!! I am so pleased to give away this trophy to you Girls :)   Thank you all for participating and hope to see you this Wednesday for the next edition.