tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98812922012-01-10T11:44:33.034+08:00unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.comBlogger3811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-1866660103027228642011-12-21T21:08:00.002+08:002011-12-21T21:09:42.055+08:00I guess the excitement of potentially being in Australia soon and the comfort of an empty office in end December is all too much positive energy for my body to take. I'm down with a bad attack of viral flu 3 days before we head to Chennai for the Christmas weekend. Sad Sad!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-186666010302722864?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-13901062338585464302011-12-18T19:06:00.002+08:002011-12-18T19:20:13.842+08:00After my depressing last post, I've realized that for far too long, I've held off on making interesting plans in life to accomodate events that may or may not occur. That, and the fact that P's stupid company has a pro rated system of leave which leaves us completely unable to take long holidays as often as I would like. <div><br /></div><div>However, in the spirit of moving away from this sad sad way of waiting to exhale, I've gone ahead and planned a trip to Australia for the upcoming holidays. To ensure I don't take away from leave I may need for other commitments, I'm only taking 3 days off in a week where 2 are already off - giving me a grand total of 9 days with only 3 days away from work. Australia suits this purpose nicely, being a 7.5 hour flight away (not too much time spent on the journey) and being a destination we've wanted to travel to for a while now. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also being the meticulous scenario planner (read obsessive compulsive freak) that I am, I've made sure all flight and hotel bookings are either fully refundable OR likely to occur minimal cancellation charges. It's taken a lot of effort at this last minute to beat the Chinese New Year exodus to decent hotels and flights, esp. given all the above constraints, but the net result is me feeling utterly chuffed at doing it all in 1 day. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now that it's all planned and done, I'm realizing how badly I've craved a holiday that's longer than a long weekend. Just the thought of an impending trip to a new country, new things to see and do, long drives lounging in the front seat next to P (I don't drive just yet) makes me so intensely happy. YAYYYYY!!!!! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1390106233858546430?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-31711242218596140012011-11-30T00:25:00.001+08:002011-11-30T00:25:12.417+08:00<p>Because I cannot answer the simple question "how are things?" without lying.<br> <br/> Dark circles, recurring backaches, rare nights of continuous sleep and incredible hair loss. Classic symptoms of stress, anyone? welcome to my life in the last 2 years. <br> <br/> </p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-3171124221859614001?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-8916251270314259872011-11-28T22:36:00.001+08:002011-11-28T22:37:31.171+08:00...it's just that... today isn't that day. <div><br /></div><div>Hope &gt; Cynicism still. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-891625127031425987?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-54706338227198199652011-11-19T22:54:00.004+08:002011-11-19T23:44:16.363+08:00<div>Monday to Friday </div><div>- 80% of working team out travelling. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Related to the above, unlimited seating. No need to be in at 8 am to get a half decent seat. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Having the time to wrap up pending work peacefully. No interruptions or silly demands on one's time. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Incredible P in the kitchen who does the chopping and cleaning for dinner everyday. I just have to be creative with menu, manage assembly and overall CPS so dinner prep takes &lt;30 minutes. It's like an episode of "chopped" in here some days. &lt;3 it.</div><div><br /></div>Saturday <div>- 8 hours of sleep. Good sleep. <div><br /></div><div>- Waking up to 25 degrees celsius weather. I love Singapore in what is freeze-your-ass winter in the rest of the world. </div><div><br /><div>- Heading out to eat breakfast. 2 dosas + 1 chai = heaven on a rainy morning. (or any morning, for that matter)</div><div><br /></div><div>- Coming back home to P who has already done 2 rounds of laundry in the meanwhile, dried out wet clothes, folded up dry ones and tidied up the place in general. &lt;3!</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>- Having P take care of lunch as I skype with my very excited parents who visit me in 2 weeks! </div><div><br /></div><div>- Studying for an upcoming driving theory test as V&amp;D camp out at home and play songs from Rockstar. Analysis of the music ensues, where P hints at a heavy 70's rock influence on this album. The rest of us simply nod given how little we know about rock in general. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Watching Rockstar. Although I don't understand or empathize with self destructive angst (any other angst is ok, you see) I do like the movie in parts. Does anyone notice, however, that with the exception of Kareena Kapoor in Jab we Met, Imtiaz Ali has a bad record with picking heroines for his movies? </div><div>Deepika and her weird accent in Love Aaj Kal killed us enough, and now this girl Nargis Fakhri who makes us want to jump off a cliff each time she tries to emote. Aiyo why?! </div><div><br /></div><div>- Staying in on a Saturday evening doing serious work like good students. I haven't done this in almost 7 years now, but I realize that 15 years of being a nerd cannot be beat by 7 years of no exams. No sir, it cannot. </div><div><br /></div><div>All in all, this already looks like a good weekend. All that remains is to get myself a massage appointment tomorrow and prepare the back for the week ahead. Ah, happy happy. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5470633822719819965?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-59833330545845053272011-06-06T22:32:00.001+08:002011-06-06T22:35:10.613+08:00Much more now than ever in the last month. Work shows signs of calming down, I get a new person on my team which should stop making me and my people do the work of 4 people. I've stopped worrying about helping people struggling with babies or finding work. I've cut down on socializing unless absolutely important esp doing things that mess with my system. Late nights, alcohol are under control and I'm back to running. Determined to wrap up the basic spanish, learn driving and swimming very soon. <br/> I've come to realize more than ever before that I really lucked out with this marriage thing. Finding a feminist among men is tough enough, finding one to marry was just sheer luck. *kaala teeka* <br/> And for now, hosting one of my dearest friends is keeping me oblivious to the world and happy. <br/> What else can a regular person ask for? <br/> <br/> Ps- to everyone who wrote in a kind word after that overwhelming last post, thanks. :-)<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5983333054584505327?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-43918372060674296902011-04-28T18:57:00.002+08:002011-04-29T15:27:45.297+08:00Have exploded into about a thousand right now. <div><br /></div><div>Work takes so much out of me already. Mom is being diagnosed with illnesses, not incurable or major but worrying nevertheless.</div><div>Father to have knee surgery. </div><div>P unhappy with job. </div><div>Brother confused about moving to the us for studies. </div><div>Friends getting married and my inability to make it.</div><div>Other friends who I love and am not able to catch often enough even on phone. </div><div>Self which craves exercise, experiments in cooking and time to just be.</div><div>Kids at work who have gone and enrolled a clueless me as mentor + my eagerness to make time food them (cause man, no one deserves to go through shit and not get some help on how to cope)</div><div>Friends who are struggling with babies. </div><div>Friends struggling to find jobs. </div><div>My own people who deserve a fantastic manager. </div><div><br /><br />I need to stop trying to fix the bloody world. Now.</div><div><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;">Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4391837206067429690?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-35870570698065948602011-04-23T23:42:00.001+08:002011-04-23T23:42:44.933+08:00Simply because it usually tastes so refined and blah that it tastes of nothing at all. I recall with horror this one time that p and I were at this fancy ass restaurant that had only vegetarian item on their menu - risotto. And such pathetic risotto it was that not even the chefs assurance that it was al dente not uncooked (as I insisted it was) could make me feel better about the crappy excuse for a meal. <br/> <br/> Risottos are a source of repeated disappointment to me. With the exception of the amazing pesto based risotto I had with Andrea at the restaurant overlooking tianemen square, risotto has always been like the boyfriend who keeps convincing you he deserves a second chance only to disappoint you further. <br/> <br/> Eventually, taking matters into my own hands has seemed like the only viable solution and I've been on the lookout for a brilliant risotto recipe. I made one up today. With a base of pumpkin puree and basil, a topping of crisp stir fried onions, garlic and pumpkin seeds and a dash of balsamic reduction and parmesan I just experienced risotto heaven and risotto experienced a redemption like never before. <br/> <br/> I really must do more with this cooking thing. Hmmmmm. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-3587057069806594860?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-62190003497737638552011-04-08T23:14:00.001+08:002011-04-08T23:14:00.866+08:00I spent 2 days getting trained to be good at my job and the 2 days after that recovering from a viral flu at home. I was asked to stay away from people so I wouldn't infect them which meant utter boredom siting alone at home and inability to share a room with p even when he was at home. <br/> Now I know I should have been sleeping from all the medication, but the fact that our indie movie is getting so much attention and publicity meant I was incredibly excited. Too excited, as it turns out, to be able to sleep. But what the hell! This kind of thing (association with a project like this) happens all too rarely and as someone who has worked very hard to ensure maximum publicity for the movie, I bloody well intend to enjoy it while it lasts. <br/> <br/> So that was the week in q nutshell. I'm better now and back to work, but the buzz of excitement is still in my head. <br/> <br/> Check out our movie - www.mausams.com <br/> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6219000349773763855?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-20598222839363244302011-04-04T15:38:00.001+08:002011-04-04T15:38:52.551+08:00This weekend was the best I've seen in this year. Mausams, our indie movie premiered to much appreciation. And india won the cricket world cup after 28 years! The last time was in 1983 when I was a thumb sucking baby who probably didn't realize the magnitude of the event. Now I'm old enough to have my own baby. And boy did I register the win! Sunday was the chillest weekend of this year, giving me the time to bask in some rare bout of optimism that p was experiencing wrt to his life situation. <br/> <br/> All in all, a good weekend that I wouldn't mind more siblings of. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2059822283936324430?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-79184860378870783742011-03-29T23:08:00.001+08:002011-03-29T23:08:27.377+08:00When people decide to have long conversations in the office loo? In the cubicle right next to yours, that too. <br/> Never in a million years would I have imagined that folks at work are SO busy the only time they get to talk to their family and friends is during pee breaks. <br/> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7918486037887078374?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-70819224870019397862011-03-28T21:22:00.001+08:002011-03-28T21:22:19.769+08:00Being the most useless shopper in the world, I usually buy things for myself only when Mogambo pays me a visit or if incredible inspiration strikes. After months of ignoring a wardrobe that has not one decent tee, I decided I couldn't wait anymore. In raffles city mall to drop off some mausams brochures, I shopped. And my 1st ever mango tee is coming home with me. That and the running shorts I've needed for a while. Yay! <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7081922487001939786?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-52134618378804971842011-03-27T15:43:00.001+08:002011-03-27T15:43:29.128+08:00Was a pretty nice movie. Just like everyone promised it would be. <br/> <br/> I miss watching movies in a theater. Must. Do. More.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5213461837880497184?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-45147444809172573952011-03-26T18:03:00.001+08:002011-03-26T18:03:02.799+08:00Should show up in my hair about 2 hours from now. I'm at the salon and originally came here for a simple hair cut. Suddenly the fact that I turn 30 in 3 months and have never experimented with my hair stared me in the face. So I'm getting highlights. Brown ones I.e. <br/> <br/> Yes. Highlights are the pinnacle of adventure as far as my staid approach to hair is concerned. No need to judge.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4514744480917257395?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-76325200532928172142011-03-24T17:45:00.001+08:002011-03-24T17:45:49.535+08:00After that bad ass attack yesterday, I decided to skip work and handle important stuff from home. Already I've rested well and gotten all my doc appointments sorted, called the landlord who wants us to leave in 2 months, cleaned out the fridge, done laundry and made good progress on publicity for our upcoming movie. While getting some work work done as well. <br/> My boss was right. Sometimes putting a distance between the self and the workplace is the only way to stay sane. <br/> <br/> Speaking of bosses, I've got to pause here and thank the universe for giving me some of the best bosses over the last 6 years. The latest is a cricket and simplicity fanatic whose best advice to me has been - never panic and if you do, never pass it on to your people. Good man, this. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7632520053292817214?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-8049191585073817462011-03-23T21:51:00.001+08:002011-03-23T21:51:03.608+08:00Its been increasingly rare sine I hit 26 to go through a year without the allergies haunting me. Last year ie 2010 was one of those. I figured out I was allergic to dust mites and roaches and did my best to chop off the problem at its root. And it worked. <br/> <br/> Although the last few months were just as good, something has gone terribly wrong over the last 3 weeks. My attacks are back with a vengeance and I don't know why. <br/> <br/> Heres hoping I can find the cause and kill it before it kills my joy. Bah. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-804919158507381746?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-74155266078486111592011-03-23T00:06:00.001+08:002011-03-23T00:06:11.145+08:00Was one of the best movies I've seen in a very long time. Mellow, yet quirky. Undramatic yet interesting. <br/> <br/> As an aside, I just downloaded a blogger app on my android phone. Hopefully this means ill blog more often? Like when on the bus to work etc. Lets see. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7415526607848611159?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-25646570817977758582011-03-03T22:24:00.005+08:002011-03-03T22:43:09.864+08:00As I examined how I've changed over the last few years, 2 things stand out in my mind. My obsession with food, flavors and cooking and my obsession with a healthy life.<br /><br />There's something about creating the right combination of herbs and spices that makes life worth looking forward to. On days that i'm supremely angry with life or stuck in a moment (and can't get out of it), creating recipes inside my head is what comes to my rescue. And with the oven that some friends gave me for my wedding, I've managed to take what was merely an interest to something of a creative expression. I'm loving it.<br /><br />And then there's the almost paradoxical love of good health /a fit body. I was lucky enough to have high metabolism and the ability to shake off any calories with incredible ease. Until I turned 28 or 29. And then the kilos started to pile on without me knowing of their existence.<br /><br />But jeans and sari blouses never lie. It's only when some of my old blouses turned into a snug fit that I realized I'd started to put on weight. It's barely anything because I stand at a good 5'9"and my height masks most of it. Plus I was fairly skinny earlier. So it didn't seem to get any attention. From anyone else, that is.<br /><br />But, from the moment I realized I've started to put on weight, I've been on the healthiest food regimen my body has ever seen in the last 30 or so years. I've incorporated more fiber into my food, cut out the carbs, started exercising well and cutting out desserts - a tough feat with my sweet tooth. And weirdly enough, my body responds when I treat it well.<br /><br />My need for fitness borders on an obsession that only P seems to share. In some sense, I'm lucky to live with someone who has the most will power I've ever seen in anyone as far as food is concerned.<br /><br />It's tough to empathize with - this obsession with health, I know. But without my knowing it, food and it's almost polar opposite (control over what I eat) have both come to define the person I am today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2564657081797775858?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-48380489689059879552011-01-10T21:03:00.003+08:002011-01-10T21:10:49.594+08:00Have you ever been in this situation where you're trying to solve a problem: You know it's tough. You're really not sure how to crack the code. It's not the same as situations where you know the answer is right there on the tip of your brain (like words on the tip of your tongue, no?). Those are different. This is when you think there's really nothing for you to do or say, and the deadline's looming closer than ever. And magically, suddenly, your subconscious takes charge and swoops in on the solution. Suddenly it's all crystal clear and what could have turned into a panic attack has suddenly become a zen like solution through a seemingly unsolvable problem.<br /><br />This happens to me way too often. Especially over the last few years that I've been with P&amp;G. (Sometimes I wonder if it's my 1st boss who did this to me. Made me smarter without me realizing it.) It didn't occur to me until I was in my 2nd year, working away close to a deadline and just about to give up when the answer came to me almost as if on a platter.<br /><br />It shocked me, the magic of it all. Thereon I started to panic a little less each time I encountered a problem and a deadline together. I kept my calm and stayed patiently on the problem. And my subconscious has never deserted me. Through problematic business situations and people situations, somehow, it always comes to my rescue when I've given up at a conscious level.<br /><br />Does this happen to anyone else?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4838048968905987955?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-53797203856276269632010-12-09T22:58:00.004+08:002010-12-09T23:00:16.036+08:00Optimism.<br /><br /><br /><br />Coz nothing ever came of being negative or feeling hopeless. Except that I got older.<br /><br />(Easy to say, tough to do. But when the going gets tough ... )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5379720385627626963?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-68373009689774309882010-10-14T21:51:00.002+08:002010-10-14T21:57:24.370+08:00Yes, it is an unfortunate event that marks the aging of my body. I now have glasses to correct my far sightedness. And although most people I mentioned this to looked sad and made the right sympathetic noises, I feel quite cool and dare I say saxy in my new glasses. :-)<br /><br />Andy was here 2 weeks ago and MUCH MUCH fun was had. Taking her around the city was a delight because she loved absolutely everything about it. The multiple cultures, the varied cuisines, clean air, the proximity of locations and lack of traffic, and most of all the Esplanade. We've vowed to make more trips there once she gets here. Let's see how we keep to that promise.<br /><br />And Shilpa's movie is well on its way to completion. AN and I are co working the publicity bit and trying to keep up news alive until we hit the theaters on 2nd April, 2011. I'm doing a bit role in the movie (which Shilpa might have cut out for editing purposes - who knows!) but if it stays in, I'll let all and sundry know which 2 minutes I am on screen. Ok? Ok!<br /><br />Good night peeps!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6837300968977430988?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-41257710284181718812010-09-30T23:29:00.003+08:002010-09-30T23:39:56.967+08:00It's funny how meeting someone who poses a stark contrast to one's own traits shakes up one's self categorization.<br /><br />For example, off late I'm starting to see myself as an optimist in stark contrast to P's cynical questioning self.<br /><br />And although I feel like a blathering chatterbox around his quiet self at home, I feel like one of the quieter people at work where I'm surrounded by a bunch of loquacious women (some more than others. Oh, how I wish I could write more here :-))<br /><br />=============================================<br /><br />So many of us tie in our self worth to what we do over who we are. I am severely guilty of this as well. Growing up in a family that valued qualifications and achievements over most other things has made me grow up practically married to my work when I love it. And for most of the 5.5 years that I've worked where I do, I have loved what I do. I wonder if my lesson in self worth will mimic the other lessons I've learned - painfully taught and inflicted by life on me when I least expect it.<br /><br />=============================================<br /><br />Its almost FRIDAY!!! :D<br /><br />==============================================<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4125771028418171881?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-20339791261049765322010-09-29T22:20:00.004+08:002010-09-29T22:51:12.356+08:00Each time I go back to India and imagine what my life would have been like had I stayed home in Bombay instead of making the decision to leave for hostel life and for a new city thereafter, I feel a huge sense of relief. Not at leaving my parents, but at leaving an environment that would never have let me see the world as I see it today. Only those who have known me over the last 10 years can attest to the fact that the change has been nothing short of miraculous, and unanimously described as a step in the right direction.<br /><br />At the prospect of a mind that opened like it did when exposed to new cities, new people and multiple cultures, I feel an overwhelming sense of relief. At that, and at having escaped the person I could have turned into. And immense gratitude for everything I've had the privilege of experiencing in the last decade.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2033979126104976532?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-46168931064745074062010-09-28T22:35:00.002+08:002010-09-28T22:45:15.603+08:00In honor of my wonderful Mexican friend who arrives in Singapore next week.<br /><br />Andy is one of the most inspiring people I've met while working at P&amp;G in the last 5.5 years. She's bubbly and ever enthusiastic and one of those people who no matter how tired or snappy they are, always start the conversation with "So mate, how ARE you?". And she means it every time she asks it. Working with someone like her leaves even a work cynic like me with little option but to reciprocate the enthusiasm and revel in it.<br /><br />Andy arrives in Singapore this Friday night and apart from the I-need-to-be-a-good-host jitters I usually get before such arrivals, I am also feeling a wonderful surge of excitement. I want to take her to a Tamil movie, a Bollywood party and cook her many wonderfully Indian things at home.<br /><br />And before any of the diminished readership asks what I've been up to, let me answer it myself with an appropriately sheepish expression. I've been doing absolutely nothing. Yes I've moved assignments, changed bosses, dealt with P moving here and being jobless for close to 6 months, travelled to China, Hong Kong and India and had the dust settle on the very happening and chaotic beginning of married life (not quite yet, actually. Cause you know, the universe wants to keep life interesting and all that) but I haven't done enough with my time outside work, and sadly so.<br /><br />So we're making a resolution to fix this situation asap. My long overdue Spanish lessons should happen sometime soon. Same for swimming. And some more travel in the beginning of the new year.<br /><br />Cheers to the arrival of Andy, and hopefully a breath of fresh air into my fairly stagnating life :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4616893106474507406?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-43386843285938614002010-06-28T23:38:00.004+08:002010-06-29T00:33:03.373+08:00I turn 29 tomorrow, and although it started rocky, this year might just have been one of the best, most eventful ones yet.<br /><br />Last year was kicked off by a surprise from the Penguin and assorted others who made P call in through Skype to say hello and sing 'happy birthday' to a very surprised and overwhelmed me.<br /><br />July and August were nerve wracking to say the least. In the midst of almost daily pm meetings that turned my social life into a big fat ZERO despite the Penguin living across the road (ah! those days!) I'd wonder daily when my company would get back to me on the status of my move to the US to be united with the soon to be husband. After multiple follow ups, and some ingenuous tactics initiated by my mentor, I was finally told I couldn't move after all. This was 10 days before my wedding and instead of looking forward to the event to be, I was miserable thinking about which one of us would have to give up a much loved job and move to another country jobless.<br /><br />September was the wedding. A fun filled affair followed by a much deserved holiday in Bali, which we spent blissfully ignorant of the uncertainties that lay ahead, simply coz P had an interview call from a company in Singapore. Just as well, I suppose. At least our honeymoon wasn't wrecked by the worry that plagued us for most days before the wedding.<br /><br />By the end of September we'd had our bubble mercilessly burst. The interview was shit and to make matters worse, the guy who interviewed P basically discouraged him to the point where he wondered if it would ever be possible to find a job in Singapore.<br /><br />And hence, October and November went by in a crazy haze trying to figure who would finally take the big step of moving. Jobs were hunted left, right and center.<br /><br />Finally it was clear that me moving to the US outside of my current company would mean endless H1B struggles and a year or more of potential unemployment. P's moving here was no easy feat either. At best he would be underemployed, settling for a pay grade and position far less than what he had in the US. At worst, he would be unemployed. But since Singapore has a more open attitude to work visas and jobs in his sector were more numerous than mine near Philadelphia, finally it was decided he would move here.<br /><br />December was a month of mixed feelings. On one hand, P was finally coming here for good. After 2 years of long distance, we'd finally get to live under the same roof. On the other hand, the next few months would be fraught with the stress of finding him a job.<br /><br />The end of December was a brilliant time. We were in Madras for Christmas with P's mom's side of the family and a wedding on his Dad's Punjabi side of the family. Every time a new relative found out he had moved continents to be with his wife, instead of the aghast expressions we expected, we were treated to a very thrilled "wow, you will be SO much closer to home now!". At some level this was awesome considering no one gave me the third degree for putting their boy out of a job (explaining H1B hassles to a distant Chachi = not my idea of a smooth dialogue). At another level this was also a little deluded, coz no one really understood how difficult all this had been for P to cope with. P, as always, maintained his stoic silence and suffered quietly through it all.<br /><br />We came back to Singapore on the 29th of December welcomed by our friends and began a real life together.<br /><br />Jan and Feb passed in a blur of happy moments. What I had expected to be teething trouble while living with a new flatmate, was made smooth by the fact that P is the most low maintenance dude ever. This and the fact that Mogambo had trained him in the fine art of housekeeping made him the best flatmate I've ever had!<br /><br />I always knew he'd be cool to live with (it's why I married him, no?), but I didn't quite anticipate the amount of 'awesome' he brought into the relationship. Life before P suddenly paled in comparison with life after P :-)<br /><br />March, April and May were probably the toughest months we've been through together. There was no sign of a job on the horizon, and although P is an overall calm person not given to panic (like yours truly), this is when he started to get well and truly scared that this job thing would never ever happen, much less in a decent company. I have to admit, these were scary times for me as well. Although we never quite lashed out at each other, there was an undercurrent of "will this ever happen for us" always at play. Going through pain yourself is one thing (and P went through enough of this) but seeing someone you love so much go through such pain and knowing that it's all for you is something I never figured out how to deal with. Guilt was my best friend in these months. And faith.<br /><br />My only real prayer was for things to get sorted out by P's birthday on the 21st of May. He doesn't really care about them, but I do, and him having a good birthday just seemed like the one thing that would redeem the crap months we'd been through.<br /><br />On 15th May, an interview that P had given a few weeks back showed signs of working out. Finally on the 19th of May, he had an official offer from a really good company headquartered in the US and with operations in Singapore. We celebrated his birthday 2 days later, with much fanfare amidst good friends.<br /><br />From then on, things have only gotten better. Mogambo landed up here sometime later in collusion with P and surprised me. Much shopping and much drinking later, we headed out on a short trip to HongKong and painted every bit of it red. My work life went from better to plain awesome as some really good work for the year was wrapped up. I made a new friend in my co worker, Andy (long distance seems to be my specialty, considering she lives in Beijing and we've only ever interacted over the phone).<br /><br />But it all gets better in July. Tomorrow, I turn 29 and P and I have officially lived together for 6 months :D We had a brilliant weekend, cause I leave on work for Beijing tomorrow. And after work I stay back over the weekend with Andy and her family to trek up the Great Wall and see the sights of Beijing :)<br /><br />Mogambo comes back from Madras at the end of July and I go home in August/ September to see my parents after VERY long. :-) Interesting work stuff coming up as well.<br /><br />A year that started so uncertainly is coming to an end quite brilliantly. To that, and to many more years to come, CHEERS!<br /><br />Happy 29th birthday to me :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4338684328593861400?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-53338797244950969042010-06-14T07:39:00.002+08:002010-06-14T07:43:37.122+08:00P starts work today. He received an offer about Mid May - right before his birthday in the 3rd week of May. Ever since then, it's been like a constant joyride with all the pleasant surprises and the very new feeling of no worrying about the future. His birthday was followed by S's visit here which in turn was followed by a brilliant trip to Hong Kong. My birthday comes up accompanied by a work trip to Beijing where I stay on an extra weekend and get to experience all the magic of the old city and finally meet my colleague and good friend Andrea.<br /><br />Life has been good (touchwood!!) for a while now and I hope it stays this way for a while to come. :-) Thanks to everyone who sent their prayers our way :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5333879724495096904?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-55902344113348540342010-06-07T09:02:00.002+08:002010-06-07T09:11:17.189+08:00Just back from the most incredible short trip ever. Hong Kong turned out to be so much more fun than I'd ever have expected it to be. Of course, being surprised by a dear dear friend over the last weekend (P and her colluded to have her fly in from Seattle to Singapore!!!) and having her around to plan this whole trip and take it with us just made it all the better!<br /><br />S, I hope you do decide to come back on your way back to Seattle. I wait with bated breath. I promise to take you on the stupid Singapore flyer thing, take you shopping again, watch that awful SATC2 movie if it's still on and take you partying all night every weekend night that you're here :-)<br /><br />More later ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5590234411334854034?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-79757539486833336522010-05-13T09:28:00.003+08:002010-05-13T10:48:09.028+08:00Andy and I have been slogging for over 2 months now on this project that is finally due completion tonight and due presentation next week. At this point, having come SO close to the goalpost, our only thoughts are how we're going to be FREE next week! Yes there will be work still, but nothing of this magnitude and nothing that eats up our every waking hour!<br /><br />This is so akin to when I was a kid writing final exams in school. This was usually followed by the lonnng summer holidays, so towards the last few exams, I'd be excited as hell!<br /><br />My funniest, most out of character <i>(because I cannot imagine ever doing anything to jeopardize my marks, no matter how excited I was)</i> story of final exams and summer anticipation is that in one of my final exams, for the LAST subject paper, I was SO excited to be starting summer holidays in about 2 hours, that I forgot to flip the question paper to its back side, hence omitting about 20 marks worth of answers and sauntering out of the hall feeling supremely happy.<br /><br />Supremely idiotic is what I felt when mom asked why I was home so early and I realized I'd forgotten to answer so many questions. <div><br /></div><div>Ah sweet innocent childhood! :)<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7975753948683333652?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-44421573417133629972010-05-10T23:12:00.003+08:002010-05-10T23:31:28.297+08:00For someone who has always been a less than secure individual (all the bravado on the outside notwithstanding), I've always been terrified of failure. As an example, when in class 11, I once thought I'd give the esteemed IIT JEE exam a shot. I brought home a bunch of books to start prepping if possible, but more than anything to get a feel of the JEE "vibe". <br /><br />If you're from India, you already know the enigma that the IITs are. They're famed for being incredibly tough to enter and tougher still to survive. Even as I picked up my first book and flipped the first page, my terror of not making it took over. In less than 5 minutes with the book, I'd decided I wasn't smart enough to make it and shut it. I returned all of the material the very next day and decided to focus on the infamous, but not as tough, 12th standard board exams instead. <br /><br />Ever since and until I started working with my present company in 2005, I've been very influenced by what others said was tough to crack, sometimes giving up on it even before i could start. <br /><br />But my 1st boss changed all that. He's the guy who for better or for worse, believed that in the not so critical realm of life that we operated in (skin creams, laundry products and such - not human hearts or national defense) nothing could NOT be solved. <br /><br />His firm belief at first scared the hell out of me but since I reported to him and I desperately wanted to not fail him (he was (is) one hell of an inspiring manager) I did everything I could to learn from him and soaked up everything he taught me. <br /><br />By the end of my 1st year working with him, I realized something magical had happened. I was still afraid of failure, but it no longer took over me or proved an impediment to finding solutions. To this very day I continue to believe no problem is without an answer. No matter how daunting it looks, no matter how tight a deadline seems, I know I will make it past it. It may not come easy and I may whine more than fair share in the interim, but eventually I'll get it <br /><br />Funnily enough, this perseverance (you may choose to call it naivete) also flows into my personal life. I don't give up on something until I have absolutely emptied my brain thinking of solutions, and eventually finding one. <br /><br />Alas, this never say die attitude can only apply to things that are in my control. And ambitious as I may be, even I know the limits to my control. <br /><br />Which is when I enroll for a crash course in optimism. <br /><br />Or not.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4442157341713362997?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-61553380148714191652010-05-07T23:54:00.002+08:002010-05-07T23:59:10.386+08:00someone who loves you, actually, is something that softens all the rough edges in your life. Work piles on, sometimes exceeding your capacity for work, sometimes seeping into your weekends, but never actually pushing you to that point of utter irritation where you start hating it. <br /><br />It's all so different coming home to P than to an empty house. It's all so different when someone wants to hear your stories, mundane as they may be. It's all so .... new and refreshing from the life I had before. <br /><br />God, if I haven't said thanks enough, here - I'm saying them right now. Thanks!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6155338014871419165?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-81452654495194620972010-03-12T00:05:00.000+08:002010-03-12T00:06:02.666+08:00To distinguish "you're" from "your". <br /><br />And may it happen ASAP!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8145265449519462097?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-7098616109995912662010-02-24T09:46:00.002+08:002010-02-24T09:49:57.988+08:00Hence, I'll go back to one of those blogging break thingies. <br /><br />Suddenly I am content with not saying things out loud here. Not sure if has to do with living with another person, but I am unable to will myself to write anything significant for the moment. <br /><br />Ttyl!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-709861610999591266?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-52603682345770421292010-02-04T13:25:00.003+08:002010-02-04T13:36:50.742+08:00The Penguin and i visited SFO in June 2008 and came back wowed by the place. Personally I felt so wowed, that I swore I'd go back for a visit, and try to live there (or anywhere in the Pacific NW) if ever possible. <br /><br />Lately, P's been kidding around about apping to Apple and asking me what I'd do if he actually found a job there. And from the heart, I'd say yes! Screw the H1B hassles. Screw the possibility that I might be a housewife for a year or more. I'd love to live in San Fran! <br /><br />The weather is fantastic throughout the year. I mean, if the end of June (peak summer, sweltering heat for most other places in the norther hemisphere) was cool and verging on cold, then can you imagine what the rest of the year is like? <br /><br />The place seems so cosmopolitan with an abundance of Chinese, Desis and other cultures blending in (thanks to Silicon Valley, I suppose) beautifully. <br /><br />The roads! Up and down all over the place, I'd stay fit ALL the time if I lived here :) <br /><br />Natural beauty - Yosemite is a few hours drive away. Route 1, the Pacific coast road, passes through (or pretty close to) SFO and takes you further to the very scenic Carmel and Monterrey. <br /><br />Even places within the city are utterly beautiful. Imagine running along the Golden Gate bridge every evening! Or biking over to Treasure Island! Or going over to Sonoma or Napa to taste wine! Even the normally bustling China Town has a respectful serenity about it. And Fisherman's Wharf + the bay cruises that take you to Sausolito / Alcatraz are all in the vicinity of the city! <br /><br />The thing that seals the deal of course, is the presence of the sea and mountains nearby making the weather misty for most part of the year. I know most of you love your sunny skies, but I am a dark skies and rain baby. I'd be happy and high in SFO all year round. <br /><br />Now if only moving there was a little closer to reality. Sigh. One can still dream, no?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5260368234577042129?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-62299229306869300032010-01-28T15:48:00.004+08:002010-01-28T15:56:39.120+08:00I've been called many things in my life. For most part the 2 things that annoy people about me are: <br /><br />1) My tendency to whine: I am gifted with the ability to whine about the smallest of things, sometimes putting a negative spin even on a positive thing!!! It's only having some truly sunny optimists for friends that has made it better in the recent years. <br /><br />The day someone calls me a sunny optimist will be the day I ... well ... err... <br />See I never anticipated it. So I haven't quite planned it out (and won't need to!) <br /><br />2) My inability to keep a straight face through an intense emotion: Anger, Sadness, Frustration, Happiness, Glee - be what it may, you can ALWAYS see right through me. Calling a spade a spade is the ONE thing I used to be (in)famous for. <br /><br />And today a woman I work with very closely told me that my diplomacy is inspiring her to turn more tactful as well. (This can also be construed as a well placed slap to my face - an insult rather than a compliment, but lets not put a negative spin on everything?) <br /><br />Not only was I flummoxed, I also almost fell down from the massive realization that after 4.5 years of working at a job where sugar coating is a way of life, I have, in fact, gone over to the DARK SIDE. Sigh :(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6229922930686930003?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-11055191745334377672010-01-27T16:01:00.003+08:002010-01-27T16:30:46.000+08:00What do you call someone who ran away from posting on their blog for 2 whole months? Lazy? Busy? Disinterested? Unmotivated? <br /><br />How about plain happy? <br /><br />Mid December saw the grand moving in happen to a new place. The new house is on the 9th floor, is blessed with 24*7 breeze and natural light aplenty. It's a blessing to come back to at the end of a long hard day at work. <br /><br />End December saw me meeting the husband (P, as he is usually known) after 3 months of living apart post the wedding. As if it wasn't bad enough that we'd been apart so long, and as if I wasn't already acting like a giddy teenager thinking "YAY i'm going to see him!" every single day, his airline decided to act up and bump him off his flight when he turned up to check in. Bastiges. <br /><br />What followed was an intense 8 hours of him and me coordinating on google talk to find him tickets to India that did NOT go through Europe to avoid a rehash of the "We have so many cancelled flights from the bad weather, hence we will proceed to give stranded passengers your seat without warning you in advance" situation. Finally found the last economy ticket on a Middle Eastern airline that got him to Madras 1 day AFTER Christmas. By which time the wine and vindaloo had been devoured and much family fun had already occurred. <br /><br />Not to worry, though. P's aunt left some aside for him. <br /><br />Did I mention the airline refused to refund the ticket cost? Knowing that this was one passenger leaving the country on a one way ticket, and hence would not be back to fight with them, they refused to pay up. <br /><br />First, he was asked to shuttle between Expedia (the online agent) and the airline (should I, should I not mention?) for about a day. Then he passed on the baton to the very kind and capable Mogambo who pursued the bastiges for us (coz P was, by now, on a flight to India, remember??). Mogambo was served a series of delightfully inconsistent excuses that ranged from "Of course he was on the flight. Our records show that he landed in India just now" to "He never showed up". All this after the airline mailed him saying "your flight has been cancelled". <br /><br />Mogambo then suggested that nothing would come out of this haggling (P, by now, had reached India) and perhaps we could consider not paying at all? (Credit card payments aren't authorized by you until you've seen your statement no?). This idea was looked upon very favorably by P's many family members who had already expressed their deep grief at the loss of so much money to a cheating airline. <br /><br />I'm glad to report, the credit card company with their ample resources managed to refuse payment to the airline and in due course (2 days ago, to be precise) credited the money back to him and we did a little jig of happiness before telling all our well wishers, the money was indeed back. <br /><br />Of course, P's arrival in Singapore is an event one must not gloss over. As we got off the taxi at our condo, we noticed some familiar faces hopping off taxis before ours. Apparently, the Penguin, the Viking, V&D had planned a breakfast to welcome P to the country. Hot home made Dhoklas.<br /><br />(I have to say at this point, that I have never received such a warm welcome despite having known all these people for about 4 years now. Such is P's luck or P's magic. One will never know.) <br /><br />The last few weeks have been the beginning of what they call 'married life'. It feels like anything I say at this point would end up sounding cliched, so I'll avoid detailing what it's been like. <br /><br />Let's just say coming home to someone who loves you and wants you there is a one of a kind brilliance. I'd trade it for nothing in the world at this point :) <br /><br />More later ....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1105519174533437767?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-43464602934915209222009-12-07T22:14:00.003+08:002009-12-07T22:17:56.879+08:00We've finally found a house! It's breezy and pretty and centrally located. <br /><br />The owner is a nice lady and she'd built in a shoe closet into the house for good measure :) Now we probably have 7 pairs of shoes between P and me, but it's always nice to have the option to own a few extra pairs no? <br /><br />This is enough good news for the next 2 weeks I suppose. After which we have Christmas to look forward to :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4346460293491520922?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-20617970571381715762009-11-28T01:01:00.004+08:002009-11-28T01:05:06.773+08:00What a wonderful day. Rainy in bits. Breakfast with Penguin and the Viking (or is it the Thug? I'm losing track of the blog names!) followed by home cooked lunch at my place. <br /><br />Followed by DVD viewing of Chupke Chupke. <br /><br />Followed by a 4 -5 km run, the most sustained and break free run so far. <br /><br />And then an ideally light dinner and ice cream with friends. <br /><br />And freezing plan for cycling by the beach with D tomorrow. <br /><br />And did I mention this was a 3 day weekend, so we had the day OFF in Singapore? <br /><br />So here's to 2 more days of utter pfaff :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2061797057138171576?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-90598194061499581512009-11-28T00:59:00.001+08:002009-11-28T01:01:00.387+08:00Another consolidated topic is house hunting. Admittedly, the search outcome has not been ideal so far, but honestly I've seen some houses P and I really like and one of the 4 waitlisted options must work out over the next 1 week. If not, then we have a clear back up in place. <br /><br />Yay again!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-9059819406149958151?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-75976594742729499462009-11-28T00:56:00.002+08:002009-11-28T00:59:13.744+08:00I know this is cheating, but I have consolidated points to list. <br /><br />Over last 2 weeks following the corp athlete program, have kept to following rituals unfailingly: <br />1) Running 4 km once every 2 days <br />2) Eating something every 2-3 hours and avoiding junk at bad times of the day. <br /><br />Yes I am obsessed with good health and being in shape, but I love that I'm able to consistently move in that direction and stay committed to the cause. So yay!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7597659474272949946?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-9992109122412928052009-11-28T00:54:00.001+08:002009-11-28T00:56:22.765+08:00Chilled out day which followed a brilliant Saturday of interesting company and food. <br /><br />Also finally broke the egg curse - i.e ate self made scrambled egg without subsequent tummy upset (which has been the norm for some 10 years now).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-999210912241292805?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-16432710420372067492009-11-21T11:14:00.001+08:002009-11-21T11:15:53.223+08:00Woohoo. The day started with some good news. And my very kind boss is currently lugging P's guitar here to Singapore across the Atlantic. So yay to that. <br /><br />I shall run this evening. Shall. Shall. Shall.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1643271042037206749?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-74938844227986198282009-11-21T11:13:00.003+08:002009-11-21T11:14:51.133+08:00Main Talli, main talli, main talli ho gayi. <br /><br />It's been just about a year or more since drinking was indulged in. So this was indeed, a brilliant Friday.<br /><br />Also, you know, it's Friday. So. Yay!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7493884422798619828?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-8909649999487853782009-11-19T21:51:00.005+08:002009-11-19T21:59:06.992+08:00Has been far from happy to be honest. <br /><br />It does feel (naively so, one might tell me) like this is the most stressed I've ever been all my life. Also A's very straightforward observation of "you look terrible" (ref the growing dark circles and generally pallid complexion) delivered to my face today could've plunged me into deeper gloom had I not had other more preoccupying matters on the mind. Imagine. <br /><br />But I AM glad to report that I've begun to run 4 km once every 2 days after the corp athlete training. Also ensuring I keep up my glucose levels with snacks between meals. One apple every day and 1-2 glasses of milk/ yogurt drinks. The endorphins help pep me up even on really low days. And I promise to keep up this routine no matter what. <br /><br />So there's my sad little update for the week. Sorry if I've depressed the crap out of someone who came here to read something happy :S<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-890964999948785378?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-85102757362734701722009-11-15T23:07:00.004+08:002009-11-15T23:09:16.606+08:00Actually saw house number 2 and 3 today. V came along for one of them and helped the veto process. <br /><br />I have to admit, the optimism from the Saturday post isn't misplaced at all. Each house so far has been better than before. <br /><br />Also this week has got to be fab. Reasons cannot be disclosed in a public domain. Pls to blindly trust for now. In case of keen interest, email and I shall let you know.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8510275736273470172?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-44347797965219558192009-11-15T23:03:00.003+08:002009-11-15T23:10:09.084+08:00Got started on house hunting. Finally. The 1st few houses can be depressing and confusing, but having a friend come along helps in the absence of a husband type person to bounce ideas off. <br /><br />The Penguin accompanied me on Saturday and got me out of the dingy disaster that was termed a 2BHK before one could say "Shazaamm" (or before I could burst into tears). <br /><br />But it has started. Which means it has to end. And well, at that. <br /><br />Don't ask me. I find it tough to explain this weird optimism myself. Touch wood.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4434779796521955819?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-41639906545799782062009-11-15T22:59:00.003+08:002009-11-15T23:11:25.039+08:00Apart from the innate Fridayness that Friday brought along, I worked from home on a beautiful rainy day and got all of my pending work sorted out. A friend came home for lunch and we happily stuffed faces with home made food and conversation. The Penguin made aloo parathas for dinner which were polished off with the raita I made. <br /><br /><br />Even before all of the above happened, the day arrived with this inexplicable feeling of brilliance which lasted all day long. And deprived as I often am of brilliance, I shall be the last to wonder how and why. <br /><br />Fridays --> Happiness. <br /><br />Hence proven.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4163990654579978206?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-29348102194190626152009-11-15T22:55:00.002+08:002009-11-15T22:59:08.097+08:00My 1st big project for the year was kickstarted with a group presentation I'd been slogging over for a bit. Went off much better than expected. <br /><br />There was the minor matter of my pressing the 'end call' button instead of 'unmute' when I was posed with a question by the super boss. Career limiting move notwithstanding, the otherwise staid conf call broke out into laughter when I got back into the call in a nervous rush and confessed to the group my clear lack of technological prowess. Entertained people across 5 time zones in the process. <br /><br />If that's not a happy day, I don't know what is.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2934810219419062615?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-32496858020258436192009-11-15T22:52:00.001+08:002009-11-15T22:55:16.927+08:00Went to this training at work called the corporate athlete program. Very inspired to live life in a way that does more justice to my health and relationships with people. Happy day despite work overdose in evening due to all day training.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-3249685802025843619?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-89070917630686246182009-11-10T22:32:00.002+08:002009-11-10T22:36:13.411+08:00So we threw this sepprise party for D, V's girl. <br /><br />Her Bday is Thurs this week, so over the weekend I made up this awesome convincing story about how I need a woman's opinion on this house I had to see on Tues evening and could she pls come with me. V gathered her other friends, Penguin found me a legit house near the restaurant I was to drag D to, and she honestly bought all of it. Honestly, she didn't notice it was a surprise until we were literally at the table where the gang was waiting for us! :D <br /><br /><br />Evil tricks like this run in my blood I think :D <br /><br /><br />Brilliant Tuesday this has been :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8907091763068624618?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-68885995092416389612009-11-09T18:14:00.002+08:002009-11-09T18:17:56.611+08:00So much happiness. I might faint and fall down from the giddiness of it all. No i'm not being sarcastic. <br /><br />The cousin with the 3 year old kid visits in December and will likely bunk with me. The flatmate is conveniently out then, so yay to not worrying about disturbing the poor thing. <br /><br />This is the 2nd time the 3 year old nephew will see me. And I'll be damned if I don't make a lasting impression on him. In no time, everyone will know I'm his favorite aunt. <br /><br />(I need to ask my mother if this competitive thing runs in our family. Really.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6888599509241638961?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-7427987036005809102009-11-09T14:23:00.000+08:002009-11-09T14:24:56.661+08:00Accomplished something very significant but cannot talk about it until plan goes into action over next 2 days. More to come tomorrow. <br /><br />For now, *Evil Grin* at being 80% en route to pulling off this brilliant stunt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-742798703600580910?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-82954988908701842302009-11-08T14:20:00.000+08:002009-11-09T14:23:00.710+08:00Had the most incredible pumpkin cake made by the Penguin's colleague. <br />Slept without being woken up by delivery man ringing the doorbell or upstairs people drilling holes into their floor at 8.30 am. <br />Spoke to S for very long, after very long. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Did I mention, I love Sundays?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8295498890870184230?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-60950352929987528752009-11-07T14:17:00.000+08:002009-11-09T14:20:35.566+08:00Learned my 1st ever Punjabi sentence. <br /><br />"Thwadda naam ki aan?"<br /><br />(aka what's your name?) <br /><br /><br />By next weekend I'll learn how to say "Stop beating your brother". Isn't that cool? (albeit useless for a few years at least)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6095035292998752875?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-41903806825827766582009-11-06T14:15:00.001+08:002009-11-09T14:16:58.085+08:00It's a Friday. <br /><br />Need I say more?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4190380682582776658?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-30956621156219685142009-11-05T23:04:00.003+08:002009-11-05T23:08:23.629+08:00A very good friend might move to Singapore in a matter of 3-4 months. It's wonderful news not only because I'd have a great friend around the corner, but also because this is something he's wanted for a really long time. <br /><br />Here's to wishes being granted, and to prayers coming true. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-3095662115621968514?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-74919693760160923982009-11-04T23:09:00.003+08:002009-11-04T23:18:00.664+08:00I've realized this month is going to be crazy personally and professionally. In the spirit of taking charge of my own destiny and all, and to avoid plunging into deep blue depression, here's my plan. <br /><br />Each day I promise to post about 1 thing that made me happy in the day. As a reader, you do not care, and that's cool. But I need to be able to come back here and NOT see more depressing crap. <br /><br />Actually, crap is fine, so long as it's happy. <br /><br />So today is day 1. <br /><br />My FB status lines have off late reflected the murkiness of my moods. Everyday there's something new teetering on the edge of 'not so great' that suddenly degenerates into 'outright pathetic' and I put up a new angry status on FB. <br /><br />Now the younger brother is on FB. (The mother, thankfully, is not) <br /><br />After days of silently observing his sister's angst (anger he's used to, angst is new) he finally posted today on my status saying "dude, your status lines are starting to freak me out. we need to talk" <br /><br />Like most men in my life, the brother is an inexpressive moron. But while on one hand, I'm feeling stupid at having worried him so, on the other hand, I'm secretly thrilled that something I said elicited a concerned response from him. Turns out after all the years of not being there for him and of barely staying in touch, he does love me after all :) <br /><br />I'm going to put myself to sleep on that happy note. :) <br /><br />Good night to you too ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7491969376016092398?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-90599526258528436622009-11-04T11:45:00.008+08:002009-11-04T11:53:09.086+08:00The most incredible part of coming to work these days is sitting by a window. So when the rain starts in a distant corner of the sky visible through the window, you can see the landscape start to gray out. Tall buildings, trees, highways - all gradually blend into the vast gray rainy backdrop until they disappear. <br /><br />And suddenly, you see drops hit the very window you're at. And you know it's here. <br /><br />Happiness, I think, is just this. <br /><br /><em>(Of course, there is the chance that you're home at the very same time, curled up with good music, a book and a cuppa tea in hand. But let's not get carried away, shall we?) </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-9059952625852843662?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-85516039226355471842009-11-03T15:05:00.003+08:002009-11-03T15:53:25.972+08:00About this time... <br /><br />1) I took my 1st ever alone vacation out of the country - There's nothing like a solo trip to make you feel like a true grown up. I've travelled alone often, but there's always been someone at the other end I know I'm going to spend time traveling with. This was the 1st time I not only traveled alone, I also went around the place all by myself. <br /><br />My host would get off work every evening and take me around non touristy places, but most of the bigger stuff was done all alone. I hate growing up and feeling like I have responsibilities most of the time, but I've never felt so grown up in a GOOD way ever before :-) <br /><br />2) I met P: Apparently every time my parents went around Bombay to invite friends and relatives to our wedding, they'd get asked standard questions like "where's the boy", "where are boy's parents" and so on. Once the whole spread of locations had been laid out for the audience (Girl in Singapore, Boy in the US, Girl's parents in Bombay, Boy's in Madras), the 2nd obvious question would follow in utter shock - "How did this even come about!?!?!". <br /><br />Wherein my mother would get to explain how her out of control daughter ran off on a solo trip to this country where she met the friend of a friend, and how they got talking and kept in touch over the distance after she came back and so on and so forth. <br /><br />And how we now have what one could easily term 'ajab prem ki gazab kahaani'. Many thanks are being sent up into the atmosphere today. Many.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8551603922635547184?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-63165572599056830992009-10-30T11:31:00.004+08:002009-10-30T11:57:55.266+08:00Does the fact that we love Fridays so much mean we hate our jobs through the week? Is there a correlation between the two? Really? Coz then it means... uh. LEt me shut up now. I do enough damage to myself in this space. <br /><br />I've been recently fascinated by the Myers Brigg model of categorizing people types. Our team at work once took the test collectively and discussed what the test threw up. It was fascinating for several reasons. Some people were so in the gray area of the various dimensions (extroversion vs. introversion, planning vs. non planning, thinking vs. feeling etc) that they simply couldn't arrive at a conclusion on who they were. Others had profiles that theoretically made them quite ill suited to work in this company. And with some others, who had the perfect P&G profile, you could just tell that's the profile they'd have fallen into. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory.html">Here's a brief description</a> of the dimensions so you can get some idea. <br /><br />The ideal P&G profile is apparently an ESTP - Extroverted, Sensing, Thinking and Perceiving (Outgoing people who can live in the moment and use their minds more than their hearts). And guess what I turned out to be? An ENFJ. With a 96% on the F. <br /><br />Pah! So basically I'm almost the exact opposite of the kind of people who could make it big in P&G. Apart from, of course, the E (which I score like a 4% on - i.e. I am probably a recent convert from I to E, AND I probably reserve for a select set of people). <br /><br />I know you're probably thinking it's stupid to conclude my lack of fit for a job based on what some personality test tells me. <br /><br />The truth is this. For most part of my work, I like the ability to solve problems on my own. I like the people I work with. Most of the time anyway. <br /><br />But. BUT. It bothers me, this whole process of aligning with a zillion folks and finally seeing my proposed solution executed in a watered down version of its former self. I don't even know if the consumer gets what I thought she wanted by the time a million people have seen it and interpreted their own version of "what's best for the consumer". <br /><br />I used to take it personally at first, and suffer in the process. It’s only recently that I’ve begun to detach from the rightness or wrongness of it all. For now, I do my job, and I’m happy if I can do it well. <br /><br />It’s the same with the whole feeling vs. thinking thing. Being an F person makes me more prone to taking things personally. And more prone to avoiding conflict. Avoiding is a light term seeing as I LOATHE conflict from the bottom of my heart. But then I am my mother’s daughter, so what could’ve turned into a doormat trait, is now a decent balance of being able to stand my ground and running FAR away from the situation when needed. <br /><br />So each of those days I come here and whine about my job? It’s not so much how much I hate the work itself. It’s more hating how it makes me feel (useless, incapable, non smart, evil slave driver etc etc). <br /><br />ENFJs (aka people like me) are apparently best suited to jobs that involve caring for and nurturing others - nursing, teaching, counseling, hospitality etc. And guess what my life long dream has been? To teach kids. My happiest moments in the week are when I read to a bunch of 4-6 year olds at the library and they look like they’ve had a brilliant time. Better still when their parents walk up to me and ask if they can get my number, if I do this for a living, etc. <br /><br />Gah!! <br /><br />I don’t mean to whine. My job probably gives me everything I need in life right now. Security, the ability to pay my EMIs, challenges for my restless mind and a chance to work with some fantastic people. I appreciate all of that. The choice to walk away will be a tough one to make, if I ever do. <br /><br />But I constantly wonder, if I'm settling for less. Not as much coz I’m doing a job that isn’t perfect for me, but more coz I am NOT in a job that I COULD be perfect for. <br /><br />Know what I mean?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6316557259905683099?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-29379124654716354902009-10-29T11:31:00.005+08:002009-10-29T11:40:48.678+08:00Really, my dreams deserve a post all of their own. It's funny how their occurence is strongly correlated to whether I am IN this country or not. The side conclusion is also that I don't have them when I'm sharing a house with P, but let me not get all sentimental now. <br /><br />Before last night, there's been goons pushing me and the Penguin to escaping from bathroom windows, blindness before an exam, make up aunty at my wedding not turning up and other stressful situations <br /><br />Last night saw more other stellar performances: <br />1) My neighborhood is plagued by a tiger which later turns out to be a man who changes into tiger ever so often, on demand. Junoon, anyone? <br />2) Once again make up person (this time uncle not aunty) at my wedding is late so I’m freaking out. Then I realize it’s a double wedding with a distant cousin I don’t even like. No make up suddenly seems like a vacation in comparison. <br /><br /><strong>Reality by(/i)tes</strong>: My homeopath seems to think there is some correlation between how frustrated I am with my 'married' living situation (aka P and I talking 10 minutes on the phone everyday and hoping that constitutes a marriage, for the moment anyway) while I try to convince her that it's purely frustration that has to do with HOW LONG this distance has taken to resolve (we're still a month away from resolution, let's not forget). Nothing to do with being married or not. I'd have liked to share a roof with him even IF we weren't married. <br /><br />Obviously my subconscious is trying to tell me something. For now I choose to read it as "the best way to drown your sorrow/ frustration is to drink lots this weekend". Anyone have a better take on it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2937912465471635490?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-61931159532624100632009-10-21T21:46:00.004+08:002009-10-21T22:47:23.785+08:00Ooh that name is about to bring some very random hits to this page because of Cambodia and all. Although what this is really about is a happy Ms. Tic. <br /><br />After being grumpy and whining about life and work and life and more work for about 3 weeks, even I have to tire of being a cynic and turn a new leaf. <br /><br />So there. Something magical about the weekend that was Diwali, and nothing at all to do with the actual festival has had me smiling ever since. It just feels like things will work out one way or another. Like every good thing that I might have done in my 28 year long life might finally have a chance to pay me back now, and that it ACTUALLY WILL! <br /><br />For starters, Wake up Sid was watched. Twice. And liked very much. The wedding sari was worn to a Diwali party the Penguin and I threw for friends. And what a party it was! You know how there are things men hate admitting they love to talk about? Yeah so when they're around women who 'force' them to discuss these things. they give the women a run for their money. As soon as the topic of "your ideal mate" came up, we heard groans from around the room, which over the next 30 minutes turned into an intense probe session mostly led by the men. Oh well. They had fun, girly or not. And that's all that matters no? <br /><br />Then other good things happened. Library visiting. A 3 day weekend I didn't know about until the evening before. Lots of chill time with the Penguin which hadn't happened in very long. Catching up on Filmfare and chick lit reading. Eating yummy food things. Meeting the old flatmate and her mother. Really nice comments on the wedding pics. A warehouse sale and goooood shopping. And so on. :) <br /><br />The cold was the only thing that didn't get better. The nightly blocked nose has persisted through the week and led to bad dreams every night. Ranging from the Penguin and me trapped by goons and trying to escape through a bathroom window (who were we kidding? it was the 20th floor!) to me going completely blind except for flashes of light all around me, they were surreal and freakishly correlated to not being able to breathe properly. But I'm starting on a dose of strong meds tonight, and hopefully sweet dreams (preferably none) will be had tonight onwards. YAY!!! <br /><br />That's all from me folks. If my hand stays good, I'll blog more often. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6193115953262410063?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-17310798111865255022009-09-28T23:10:00.005+08:002009-09-29T00:08:05.797+08:00Was an incredible month. To put it rather simply.<br /><br />I got off work and on vacation on the 1st. Until about last week. A never before 20 days off work. YAY! :D<br /><br />P and I were legally wedded, temple wedded and church wedded in a span of 3 days. There could have been more considering his father is Sikh, but his parents are just too nice to put us through the elaborate ceremonies that it would entail.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Plus, secretly, I think uncle and aunty aren't quite the ceremonial types. They'd rather throw a 2nd drinks and dinner party for their friends (our reception in their hometown, Chennai, was the 1st). And a 3rd, perhaps.</span><br /><br />After 2 weddings and 2 receptions across 2 cities and after lugging relatives back and forth between the 2, apparently the only valid ceremony was the one we had at the registrar's office because we belong to different religions.<br /><br />Not only did we have to put up notice for the wedding 3 months in advance, we also had to stand in front of registrar office uncle and read the statement "I, _________ daughter/son of _________, hereby take ___________ to be my husband/ wife of my own free will and state that I am not being forced into this marriage" out loud. THRICE.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(What, so inter religious marriages are the only ones forced on people is it? What about the ones where you're supposed to see some dude for a minute and then decide you want to marry him? Isn't that sad and deserving of punishment like 3 times recitation??? </span>)<br /><br />You heard that right. THRICE. We each had to read this para thrice as if being punished by a teacher in school. The best part is the solemn expression with which registrar uncle finally congratulates us when the 3rd reading is done.<br /><br />Anyway, 3 bucks over the table , 1000 under, and poof. We were married.<br /><br />It rained cats and dogs in Mumbai on our 1st wedding (The temple one). And still so many friends turned up. The penguin was there looking ravishing in a sari i gifted her. And until the VERY END, like until the thali was tied around my neck, I kept thinking Mogambo would show up and go "SEPPRIISSSE, Here I am!!!". But she really meant it when she said she couldn't make it. To make up for this, she called us once every 3 hours to see how things were proceeding. (we love you stupid woman. dont feel bad and all.) My boss, the ex boss and the ex ex boss were all there. So was my korean flatmate. So were friends from b school all the way back to school. We hadn't done the mass email to the class groups, but we loved that so many of those we invited could actually come and have fun with us :-)<br /><br />The best part is, although P and I had been dreading how serious and boring the ceremonies might turn out to be, they actually turned out to be incredibly fun! Apparently the priest later told my mum he's never had SO much fun conducting a wedding. And guess what? Just before we left Mumbai, we'd given her very similar feedback on how cool the priest was! And our guests kept laughing coz we kept laughing and it was all just one big party :)<br /><br />Chennai was kickstarted with the hilarious registered wedding of the 3 times recitation fame. The church ceremony was cozy and about 30 minutes long. The reception was nothing like the usual. We didn't stand on a stage and get pictures taken with a long line of people. We just mingled and spoke to everyone. And I got away with looking utterly non bridal. As a consequence, those are my favorite pictures of all.<br /><br />The travel and the socializing beyond our capacities did take its toll. P and I slept like babies through this entire vacation. My body clock which usually wakes me up at 8 am, went to sleep with me. And not a single day did we wake up earlier than 10.30 am. *<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Proud look</span>*<br /><br />Except the day the earth shook. We were on the 5th day of a nice leisurely post wedding break in Bali, when at 7.15 am the sound of rattling windows and doors shook us up. Shook me up, actually. P would've slept through it all had I not screamed "GET THE PASSPORTS AND MONEY. AND RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN". In fact he almost slept through my screaming as well. All he could mumble to my horrified screams was "I'm sure the tremors will stop in a while. Can we go back to sleep now?"<br /><br />I'm stuck with this for life, can you believe it?<br /><br />Right. So to the question, "how does it feel to be married?" <span style="font-style: italic;">(You want to ask it. You know it. I know it. Let's not play games, ok?) </span><br /><br />I might as well tell you now. It feels no different. I still write Ms. Tic not Mrs. Tic as my name on travel forms. My surname is still the same. I look exactly the same (I'm still scrawny apparently) and P does too (scrawny as well). I still call his parents 'uncle' and 'aunty' and drink in front of them. He still calls mine 'uncle' and 'aunty' and eats non vegetarian food around them. I still talk till my jaw hurts (it really does btw :S) and he still listens without zoning me out. (I love this guy, have I mentioned?)<br /><br />The one thing we'd love to have changed is to actually start living together. But ever since my company took 5 months to answer the question "can you move me to where P is" with a resounding NO, and kindly offered that I could instead move to the HQ in the US and do a weekend relationship with him for the next 2 years (Ooooh how generous. Thanks!!), we're kind of in the dumps a wee bit and looking through options that won't, you know, take 5 MORE months. OR have one of us be unemployed for more than about 6 months.<br /><br />So there. That's what I've been up to the last 1 month. This vacation has been AMAZING, and I cannot help but hope against hope that the next few months are the same. :)<br /><br />Pray for us, if you believe in that, or just send good wishes our way. And if you get to share a roof or even a city with the person you love, and you haven't said your thanks yet, please do. :) Not everyone is as lucky as you :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1731079811186525502?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-48983449752041927432009-08-22T18:24:00.003+08:002009-08-22T18:29:09.725+08:00I spent a good part of today feeling sorry for myself (long story, but legit enough to worry about, I promise you) and indulging in a series of 'Why Me" type questions. After abandoning some useless attempts at sleep which only got me more worked up, I switch on the TV to guess what? Juno!! The ultimate movie about how there's always a cooler alternative than to feel sorry for yourself. It's as if the universe is telling me to shut and get a grip.<br /><br />So I shall. Have fun tonight i.e.<br /><br />What are your weekend plans, say?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4898344975204192743?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-90485470349675430582009-08-20T23:04:00.005+08:002009-08-20T23:11:41.287+08:00The 3 or 4 odd times in life I've had the chance to pray for something significant, like really ASK for a choice to be granted at a life changing juncture, I've held back from being too specific or picking from amongst the top 2 choices.<br /><br />And learned that it's always for the best.<br /><br />If I'd gone to IIMA vs. B for example, I'd have been a nervous wreck by the time the 1st year ended, instead of having as much fun as I did. But I refrained from asking, although A and B were the top choices, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">everyone</span> knows A is the more glamorous option of the 2. I kept holding back and saying 'I'll take what's sent my way' until I found out that A was actually the ONLY one I didn't make it through.<br /><br />The same holds true for recent turn of events. And if what I've been granted in life so far is anything to go by, then only good things lie in store, although I'm finding it tough to see it right now.<br /><br />Hope. Faith. Courage. I hope to find you and keep you over the next few months. Work with me, will ya?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-9048547034967543058?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-30135069823654126842009-08-06T00:23:00.003+08:002009-08-06T00:28:44.917+08:00for the fact that every time I start to lose hope a little bit, something happens that brings me back to being hopeful.<br /><br />For that, and for everything else that's gone right in the last 2 weeks, and to whoever is orchestrating the musical that is my life....<br /><br />...Thanks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-3013506982365412684?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-44741661867494787462009-08-03T23:53:00.005+08:002009-08-04T00:12:19.890+08:00Go by.<br /><br />This time bringing with them such gifts, that I'm on the verge of believing in 'good' and 'bad' times.<br /><br />Finally found a nice girl to move into my room when I move out. And by nice, I mean really nice!<br /><br />The broken laptop has been replaced by a new one. A phenomenon not known to many in my company in the current era of cost cutting.<br /><br />Some health issues have been sorted out. The larger ones anyway. I'm hoping no others come up and everything else is as petty as my sneezing (really I've started to appreciate those small ailments a lot now, if they mean the larger stuff stays away)<br /><br />Closure on some very critical formalities pertaining to the country I live in.<br /><br />Incredibly good friends from the past have gotten back in touch, through what can only be described as coincidences of the highest order. :-)<br /><br />Work, oh work, has been OH SO GOOD. Meaningful projects, and the realization that I have a wonderful set of colleagues to work with. Gives me hope for the year coming up. And the travel that it brings along can only mean more adventures. :)<br /><br />I'm going home this Friday for 3 days :D It's going to be hectic and action packed, but it's going to be pretty awesome as well! :D<br /><br />No more weird dreams :)<br /><br />The whole P and I living together thing is a discussion that's at least going somewhere. It may not end up with the most desirable outcome, but at least for now, I know that the powers that be are talking about it with other powers that be. Compared to 6 months of almost zero updates, this is progress. Only it may be December, vs. October, by the time we start to live together, but we've done this long enough for 2 extra months to not kill us. So that's fine.<br /><br />Much bonding with the other flatmate DM. Much fun at home (I've now watched 3/6 Star Wars movies coz she's such a manic fan, egged on over the phone by P who has found a willing partner in crime) and much much traipsing around the country(in our case, city)side doing nothing in particular. Many feelings of "Why didn't we do this earlier?" and "Darnit I'm going to miss her when we both move out in a month's time" are coming to mind now, but that only goes to show how good a time is being had. :)<br /><br />And the Penguin's birthday is coming up. And DM's. And planning these, esp. with that Penguin being so excited since the last 2 months, is going to be some task, but is going to be tons of fun nevertheless.<br /><br />So there. If you hear me whining, put one tight slap, coz I need to count my blessings as of this moment, and hope there are only more to come. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4474166186749478746?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-29302310302937554772009-07-20T22:55:00.004+08:002009-07-20T23:36:07.027+08:00flew past in a flurry of crazy unproductive activity that yielded, unfortunately no returns. Workwise, anyway.<br /><br />Thankfully, today I caught up with someone whose sanity always restores my faith in my company. The kind of person, who if he left his job, would leave a little less for me to aspire to in the years to come.<br /><br />After my conversation today, I feel a little more convinced that the shit is temporary. That deep down somewhere, I do have passion for what I do. Even if it's not THE thing that will make my life meaningful and content, it IS the 2nd best thing. Maybe 3rd best.<br /><br />Not worth giving up on, for now anyway.<br /><br />That's a comforting thought, especially since I've been feeling utterly lost more often than not at work lately.<br /><br />==============================================<br />1 big personal milestone was achieved that provides some sort of security blanket in case I lose my job (bladdy jinxer I am) or something equally drastic. So yay! And biggu thanks to the powers that be who made it happen. yayyayyay!!!<br />=====================================================<br /><br />My dreams are getting weirder and weirder. Last week I woke up in a state of panic after a dream where my parents tried to force me to take on P's surname. My parents, who don't particularly care what name I keep or leave, and know that force is the least likely way to convince me. Who later, when I told them about the dream, laughed like it was the funniest thing they'd heard all week. My mother went so far as to say "Maybe you really WANT to take on his name, and your subconscious is acting out".<br /><br />Nice try, ma. Nice try.<br /><br />My other dream had junta lounging around in my living room on the morning of my wedding. No one seemed in any particular hurry to make it to the Muhurtam. On trying to be the voice of sanity in the room, I was asked to "take a chill pill. the muhurtam isn't running away anywhere".<br /><br />When we finally did make it to the venue, make up aunty could not be found. As I ran up and down a weirdly large hall looking for her, I bumped into P who had turned up looking like one proper tambi - in shorts and a white button down shirt. Grumpy as hell to boot. Not like I cared. My make up wasn't done yet, so I ran off to look for aunty.<br /><br />I woke up in a state of panic both times wondering why I'm seeing all this least-likely-to-happen-nonsense in my dreams.<br />The next few weeks are bound to be rather interesting and I'd be lying if I said I'm not curious to knwo what my dreams have in store for me.<br /><br />-=====================================================<br /><br />Ooohhh also a new hire from work came over on Sunday to see the house. She's the latest candidate for non psycho women to take my room when I move out. She seemed sweet and sane and not at all scary. Only thing is she apparently has other options, and will let me know this week if she picks me or not.<br /><br />I've never been good at doing parallel processing with my options. So while DM asks me to check around with my other options X, Y and Z, I cannot help but hesistate thinking that this constitutes cheating on new hire non psycho girl. Such misplaced sense of morality will get me absolutely nowhere, alas.<br /><br />But it is how it is. So let's wait and see if she turns out to be the ONE.<br /><br />==========================================================<br /><br />*start mush*<br /><br />In other news, V's brother, the mystic wanderer was here from Vietnam over the weekend. Many chillings were done and many funs were had. I think he was delighted just to be able to speak in English and be understood without miming or wild gesturing.<br /><br />His presence helped keep me distracted from a good deal of unknowns that would otherwise have made me pull out my lovely long hair out over the weekend.<br /><br />Dear wanderer, I noticed that note you left on my table. Touched as I am, I should be the one to thank you, and not the other way round. The number of expletives I yelled on the phone on my way back from work on Friday might have multiplied over the weekend, had it not been for your distracting guestly presence. :)<br /><br />*end of mush*<br />======================================================<br /><br />Ok now dear reader/s. I need you to send me your bestest most positive vibes for *certain* things to work out over the next 1 month. Being Zen like and calm is all a good thing to aspire to, but it's not my natural state of being and the hard work of staying this way might make me lose all my lovely hair and go completely bald. And we don't want that, no?<br /><br />===================================================<br />K I have an 8 am meeting tomorrow, so tata and bai for now. Sleep well, be good and err.... don't do drugs. Or caffeine. Etc.<br /><br />Good night!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2930231030293755477?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-85690464131236562592009-07-15T23:11:00.004+08:002009-07-15T23:49:36.878+08:00<div id="ms__id54">How do I begin to tell you how my seemingly productive, calm and normal day turned disastrous as the clock struck ?</div><div id="ms__id55"><br /> </div><div id="ms__id13">Until 5 pm I was happily working away at my laptop, which although slightly injured (I don't know how it happened, but the laptop screen portion has literally snapped at the place where it joins the keyboard.) was still working fine. </div><div id="ms__id56"><br /></div><div id="ms__id12">At 7, my boss calls from the offsite in one corner of Singapore, and asks me to join them tomorrow so I can help out with some presentation scheduled for the evening. I wonder how to transport the laptop that cannot be closed anymore to this place, but say yes nevertheless. </div><div id="ms__id14"></div><div id="ms__id15"></div><div id="ms__id44">At 7.50 pm, I decided to call D who has been indicating for a while now, that she'd like to move into my room in the current apartment when I move out in September, but has been pretty indecisive about it, leaving me frantic to figure out my other options (which includes calling about 20 people I know in the city and putting out the word that I'm looking for a non psycho woman to take over my room when I leave). </div><br /><br /><div id="ms__id16">By 8 pm D basically confirms to me that she will move in and is OK with our terms and conditions etc etc. I'm happier than ever at the closure of such a big to do on my list, and in my happiness call my flatmate DM to tell her the news. DM is just around the corner and indicates that we can discuss the exciting progress as soon as she gets home in 10 mins. I can't wait, I'm SO excited! But wait, I do. </div><br /><br /><div id="ms__id18"></div><strong>Tragedy 1</strong><br /><br /><div id="ms__id27">At 8 pm, my laptop starts acting weird and finally sighs and gives up. Screen goes blank and I can no longer see what I'm typing. Now the only way to shut it down is to physically press down on the relevant button. And I do that. End of computer. </div><br /><strong>Tragedy 2</strong><br />Realizing instantly, this is the laptop I need for an 8 am meeting tomorrow with my super boss, who sits in Panama City, and whose number, alas, I don't have on me. To email him I need my computer. My computer, as shown above, is dead. Extreme fail has just happened.<br /><br /><div id="ms__id24"></div><div id="ms__id21"><strong></strong></div><strong>Tragedy 3</strong><br /><br /><div id="ms__id29">Then I realized my own boss in Singapore expects me to be there with the same computer by 10 am tomorrow. And that's not going to happen (unless IT can transfer the info into a temp comp and give it to me tomorrow morning itself. Right. That's SO happening) which means I need to let her know there's a problem. Except the boss is busy with the offsite funs and isn't picking up her phone. The party will likely go on well into the night, and post that, calling her to say "boss. computer died. I may not be able to help with presentation tomorrow" might just be a career limiting move. </div><div id="ms__id23"></div><div id="ms__id22"><strong></strong></div><div id="ms__id45"><strong>Tragedy 4</strong></div><div id="ms__id28">Remember D who called me a while back and confirmed she'd take over the room when I left? </div><div id="ms__id30">D calls me, 10 mins after all this and tells me she doesn't want to move in after all. Now I really like her despite all this, so I won't go into details of why this was a massive pain. </div><div id="ms__id46">But my contract says I need to continue paying rent in this house for 2 months after I leave if I cannot find anyone to replace me. It's only fair to the folks who continue to live here. But I'm now back in the market looking for non psycho girls. ARGH!!!! </div><div id="ms__id31"></div><div id="ms__id32"></div><br /><br /><div id="ms__id47">Post all this DM, my flatmate, comes back home, makes the righ sympathetic noises and is kind enough to loan me her personal laptop for the night and tomorrow, so I can use webmail to let the boss and super boss know about the problem. </div><br /><br /><div id="ms__id33">I'm actually going through with the 8 am call coz i have the req docs in my sent items on outlook. The rest is still a pain to manage, but DM's made it all a little better with her computer. </div><div id="ms__id34"></div><div id="ms__id35"></div><div id="ms__id48">I can whine to P on chat about this, I can blog about it, and actually go through with one critical meeting tomorrow. Already writing about it makes it feel smaller, less messy and more manageable. I imagine it will all fall into place. Somehow. </div><div id="ms__id36"></div><div id="ms__id37"></div><div id="ms__id49">I hope the morning brings with it an end to my spate of bad luck. Good night :-) </div><div id="ms__id17"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8569046413123656259?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-19955093462205748722009-07-13T23:08:00.003+08:002009-07-13T23:40:06.398+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">1. You wake up in the middle of the night looking impeccable.</span><br />You're in your best sari and coordinated jewelery. Dark circles is a word unknown to your skin vocab. Your hair, oh your long dark hair is still straight, sometimes with little symmetrical waves at the very end.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. You're a woman in one of 3 profiles: </span><br />(a) The innocent, very nubile, fair maiden loved by her parents, and ready to be married off to the handsome, richish person from a good khaandan. To become paraaya dhan only after kundlis have matched of course.<br />(b) The hardened housewife, facing angst in her new home. Keeping a brave face and sacrificing your own desires for the man you love/ his siblings/ your in laws. The glue that holds the khaandaan together in the face of the great calamities that befall the average Indian household on a daily basis. Later to turn into benign and benevolent mother in law to sample (a) above.<br />(c) The evil vixen type aunty whose eyes gleam with glee at the suffering she has managed to bring upon those she resents the most. Generally tends to wear heavier make up than (a) and (b).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Parampara (tradition) is very important to you: </span><br />What has been done for centuries is obviously the right thing for your precious household. The women are the bearers of the burden that is family honor. The men sit back, relax and eat the delicious food that is first served up by the mother, later by the gharelu wife. Women can work and all that, but only after they've done everything the in laws, siblings and other assorted relatives need. No compromises there.<br /><br />Women will unequivocaly blend into the new family and like a pre programmed robot, forget about the family they lived with all these years, then proceed to autogenerate feelings of love for the in laws she only just met today.<br /><br />Women will observe reeti rivaaz with utmost dedication - karva chauth for the long life of their husbands, adopt the family surname as their own and give the family *good news* within a year of the wedding.<br /><br />If by any chance the woman in question cannot conceive, she will either be shunned to a life of misery and finger pointing or sent back to her parents home (much wailing and crying at this announcement).<br /><br />Any arguments against the above, especially logical, will be countered with mentions of Indian Culture (TM). You will be led round and round with well rehearsed arguments such as <a href="http://kafila.org/2009/07/09/bp-singhal-i-dont-have-any-problem-with-homosexuals-do-you/">this</a> until you are too confused to remember what you're original point was. You will then be stuffed with lots of delicious food (after all, mehmaan is like bhagwaan) and sent home.<br /><br /><br />============================================<br /><br />I've watched too much Star Plus in the last 2 days and I'm reeling from the utter nonsense TV continues to spew in the name of entertainment. Really, it's depressing to see how channels are only regressing further into the past instead of encouraging people to pursue rational thought.<br /><br />No wonder you still have single men on Star Vivaah (the TV version of shaadi.com) making demands for a pretty, fair, slim girl who will blend into their family and cook well while the women are asking for partners who will double up as friends and understand and support their careers. What a strange collision of expectations!<br /><br />Is it just me, or were we better off in the 80's with television serials like Nukkad, Rajni and Byomkesh Bakshi?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1995509346220574872?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-44697120597503470042009-07-11T15:49:00.002+08:002009-07-11T15:55:07.018+08:00Would you still be doing the job you do today?<br /><br />Would you still keep the grudges you hold against those you haven't yet forgiven?<br /><br />Would you still visit your family as rarely as you do?<br /><br />Would you still be comfortable with the figurative distance you and the sibling have developed over time?<br /><br />Would you still be whining about the little things?<br /><br />Would you still hold off on that phone call to the friend you haven't heard from in years?<br /><br />Would you still be saving up enough money for when you can finally start doing what you know will make you truly happy?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4469712059750347004?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-62538951812610541902009-06-29T17:33:00.005+08:002009-06-29T18:28:22.635+08:00Alas but hurrah - to the fact that I finish 28 years on the planet today. I know I should be sad that I'm turning older, but the thing is, each time I look back in time, I realize this is the best that life has ever been, and so there's really no need to turn the clock back, or relive a certain age. Nothing beats being where I am now! :D<br /><br />Now I'd hoped that this birthday would gently pass me by and not get on anyone's radar, but the Penguin, determined young woman that she is, would not let that happen. And so a sepprise bday party was arranged by her.<br /><br />On Friday evening, young V asked me to do dinner with him and his girl D on Sunday night. Since I'm naturally gifted with Sherlock like sharp instincts (and also because V, D and I don't EVER plan meals more than 2 hours in advance), I instantly knew something was up.<br /><br />To cut a long story short, after I almost cancelled my own surprise party (You can call me a bitch now if you like. I can understand), the Penguin finally confronted me and told me to shut up and turn up coz people had been invited and the cake had been baked.<br /><br />And I'm so glad she did! :-)<br /><br />The 1st thing I noticed as I walked in was the usual suspects seated on the floor. AND a laptop propped up on the couch looking over, what was undoubtedly going to be the table on which the cake would be cut.<br /><br />Strange, I thought to myself. Until I saw what was on the screen and almost fell down from the sheer ingenuity of it all (or from my own clumsiness at tripping on the foot of the table. We don't have to conclude which one, right now)!<br /><br />On the screen was a webcam image of P projecting himself from his living room about 20000 miles away. Proud grin on face to boot! Suddenly the significance of what had originally sounded like a rather late party (9 pm in Singapore = 9 am on the east coast, USA, where P lives) dawned upon me.<br /><br />As the Penguin brought out cake that she'd baked herself (deep dark chocolate. Sinful, but oh so good, like most things in life :D) and started to precisely count out candles to stick on it, I felt supremely ashamed of how idiotic I had been to almost ditch this event. Not to mention incredibly lucky to have someone love me enough to plan out such an elaborate event involving all the people I love - even if 1 of them lives in a different continent.<br /><br />We spent the next 1.5 hours doing what we do best - making nonsensical conversation, stuffing our faces with cake and alcohol and making fun of the birthday girl (Ahem - ME). And even after P signed off and got on with his Sunday, the others stayed on and got drunker and drunker.<br /><br />At some point, we realized that the wine had almost run out, and the Penguin brought out a bottle of Moet Chandon that she'd been saving for a special occasion (Smug grin on face - check) and we proceeded to get more happy as BlueBagel played incredible AR Rahman music. The finishing touch to the evening was the Penguin's rendition of happy birthday on her violin.<br /><br />Sigh. Watta budday!<br /><br />So far, today has been wonderful, and I'm now going to get home and cook everyone from last evening a nice meal of risotto and paella.<br /><br />But for everyone who made it to last evening and esp. to the Penguin who made it all happen - THANKS! You're the best. :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6253895181261054190?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-5248564845139535822009-06-23T14:32:00.005+08:002009-06-23T18:01:16.525+08:00I made my acquaintance with Chitra Banerjee's work for the 1st time when I was nineteen and studying engineering. Even for someone who hadn't thought about marriage until then, a title by the name of "Arranged Marriage" was too much to resist.<br /><br /><-------------Begin Digression----------------><br />19 was when I was just about unlearning a lot of what I'd been taught as a child (not quite as much as i unlearned in my B school days 2-3 years later, but that's fodder for a whole new post), one of those many things being the method by which I was expected to marry.<br /><br />The way it had always been done in the family (for years and years, without exception) was that when I turned 23 or 24, my jaadhagam (horoscope) would be sent out into the matrimony market for perusal by the parents of eligible boys. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Why these very eligible boys weren't looking for girls themselves, was a question that never occurred to me to ask. Perhaps because marriage was a distant reality, one I hoped would never befall me. Academics and accomplishment were far easier and far more fulfilling, asserted the geek in me.). </span><br /><br />Once the parents had ascertained a certain compatibility of families, and the matching of horoscopes had been confirmed by various permutations of vaadhiyaars i.e. priests <span style="font-style: italic;">(probability of a wrong match decreases as the number of potbellied vaadhiyaars confirming the match increases)</span> the boy's family would come home to see me - also known in Bombayized Tamil as "ponnu paathufying". While I would have to look my prettiest and coyest best, the parents would ask me to list my talents and while the parents pretended to discuss important worldly matters, the boy and I would be gifted with a generous 20 mins to talk to each other, and make up our minds on whether or not to spend the rest of our lives together.<br /><br />I shudder even as I explain the above, although much has changed since then. For one, my mother, a big fan of horoscope matches in the 90's, underwent a radical transformation of beliefs by the time the millennium descended upon us and told me to go find my own boy (Tamil or not), failing which she would put me through a friendlier version of the arranged marriage process.<br /><br />There would be no need to match horoscopes, no need for ponnu paathufying to humiliate me. I could take a few months to talk to the guy on my own terms ("email, chat, phone whatever makes you comfortable, child") and the parents would only meet after we'd OKed the whole thing.<br /><br />Not like this made me feel much better about the notion of marriage, given coffee with strangers has never really been my forte and knowing me over 2 months of casual meetings is very very different from knowing me with my temper and stubbornness and loving me despite it. Few people had had success in this matter so far, and mathematically, it just didn't seem probable enough that a complete stranger would succeed where I'd manage to put off so many others.<br /><br />Still, the "Arranged Marriage" process as i knew it at 19 was a diametrically opposite notion to the "We'll Arrange For You To Fall In Love" process that it has now become.<br /><---------------------End Digression---------------------><br /><br />And so I was drawn to a book by the name of "Arranged Marriage" since the devil was rather unfamiliar to me, but was a devil whose name was being dropped around me more often now than when I was 15. The book itself is a series of short stories, in Chitra's lyrical melancholy style. It was my 1st taste of Indian writing and I LOVED it.<br /><br />Over the years, I've read Sister of my heart (one of my all time favorites), Vine of Desire (a not shabby, but not very worthy sequel to Sister of...), Mistress of Spices and Queen of Dreams (def not her best works).<br /><br />And I thought I'd read them all until I read Palace of Illusions this weekend. Call me stupid (or call me a feminist!), but I thought the notion of retelling a story of testosterone and adrenalin through the eyes of a woman was a brilliant place to start.<br /><br />It helps, also, that Chitra echoes my generation's issues with the characters in the epic. I personally always thought Yudhisthir to be an unrealistic idealist, who for all his babbling about Dharma, couldn't save his wife from being molested when push literally came to shove. Bheem has always been in my mind a caricature of a character - the classic stereotype of all brawn and no brain, and I wondered why Nakul and Sahadev were in the story at all given their poorly etched character profiles.<br /><br />And to the women in the epic, I don't think I ever paid any attention at all. It's only when Chitra starts to narrate Draupadi's story, that you start to see the world through her eyes. That's when you realize that while all this while you took for granted that the women in that era would've been born compliant, they probably had as tough a time following the illogical rules they had to live with, the inane traditions that treated them as lesser beings than men. And when Draupadi resists these, you're tempted to get on her side and resist them with her. This despite her many shortcomings - her temper, her pride, her inability to forgive and her life long resistance to toeing the line <span style="font-style: italic;">(all of which now sounds like me! :O)</span><br /><br />As is typical of me, my vote for love of her life also went to the underdog - Karna. And although the whole sub plot of how she falls for her husband's worst enemy is rather Bollywoodishly executed through the book, with glimpses into both their hearts every now and then, and a climax that would put Karan Johar to shame, I still found myself cheering for them at the end.<br /><br />I'd seriously recommend the Palace of Illusions to anyone who loves reading Indian fiction and is a feminist. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Btw, if you belong to the generation that watched it every Sunday am on Doordarshan, then I promise you, you'll still be able to put a face to all the names.) </span><br /><br />And if you walk in with no memory of the women <span style="font-style: italic;">(sidelined as they were in B.R. Chopra's version)</span>, Chitra Banerjee will make sure she gives you reason enough to remember them by after you're done with her book. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-524856484513953582?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-21736394180758661042009-06-18T23:56:00.013+08:002009-06-19T01:09:07.667+08:00This is, indeed, continued from the post before last.<br /><br />==================================================<br /><br />Reason I brought up the whole limited disclosure thing was to be able to gently slide in the presence of the *boy* into this blog.<br /><br />I've kept him hidden from public view for long enough now, and we're getting to a point where not talking about matters involving him just makes it tough to write anything here. I don't mean to sound like we're joined at the hip. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Far from it, actually. We don't even live in the same city yet.) </span><br /><br />But like so much of what happens around me everyday involves the Penguin (<span style="font-style: italic;">and see how she gets mentioned here ever so often?</span>), a lot of what happens in my life also involves the boy. And as fiercely protective as I have been of the privacy of our relationship so far, it's now come to a point where the privacy binds my hands and keeps me from telling stories I'd otherwise have enjoyed telling. The blog suffers as a consequence. And that's just not fair.<br /><br />So there. There is a boy; there has been for about a year now. And we shall henceforth refer to him as P - not to be confused with the Penguin. And stories shall be told henceforth with no fear of some unseen force avenging me for my happiness (<span style="font-style: italic;">coz insane happiness is what has accompanied the arrival of P)<br /><br /></span>{And I hereby promise that this is the extent of mush you'll hear from me on the topic.}<br /><br />How I met P is a story I love to tell because it reinforces my most basic belief that everything happens for a good reason. Since telling the story in it's full form would involve violating the privacy of people other than P and I, I won't quite go there right here right now. Let me just say that it comprised a chain of events that at each point felt like it was the most painful thing to happen, but led to a subsequent and unexpected reward in its wake. (How's that for vague!)<br /><br />As of today, P and I live on different sides of the world. Our relationship has leveraged technology in the most creative ways imaginable to avoid impoverishing either of us <span style="font-style: italic;">(so far, anyway)</span>. No one else has wished for a Harry Potterish floo network / portkey system of transportation <span style="font-style: italic;">(you know the kind where you vaporize out of one place only to appear instantly at your destination vs. sitting through a 24 hour flight?) </span>as much as I have.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>P and I have spent the last 1 year trying to plan when and how to end up in the same city (even country). Every individual purchase decision has been accompanied by 2nd thoughts on the lines of "is this too heavy to move if I move to be with her/him?". Changes in the economy have had implications on our life far beyond anything we imagined. It has put into question the very possibility of keeping both our jobs while being in the same city.<br /><br />Funny thing is, while the visual in your head is of me pulling out my hair, I'm actually smiling as I write all this coz I'm realizing we've made it alive through a lot of crap like this and haven't lost the ability to laugh at ourselves and things around us :)<br /><br />Closure on our situation is probably a month, maybe more, in the coming. Living together is probably 3-5 months away. Until then, we've made our peace with the uncertainty and given it it's place in our lives. After all, as a wise friend once told me, stability is not an end state. It's simply a moving target.<br /><br />Net - If there's anything I've learned in this relationship, it's probably that you can't let anticipation of the destination ruin the journey for you. And I am determined to savor every bit of this journey, while it lasts :-)<br /><br />===============================================<br /><br />The Penguin and I are leaving for a weekend trip to Malaysia tomorrow, which is why I figured I'd write this now. We're staying in this rainforest place and plan to pack in a trek, some dolphin sighting and a boat ride through a croc infested swamp in the dark. The last is not as dangerous as it sounds i'm sure, but if I don't come back, you know which animal to blame.<br /><br />Be good and rest well (while we paint Malaysia red). And don't tell my mother about the crocodiles.<br />===============================================<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2173639418075866104?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-66121541788531521442009-06-13T22:47:00.003+08:002009-06-14T07:54:03.743+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">*Note - This isn't a continuation from previous post.*</span><br />===========================================<br />I've always felt like nature conspires to make me feel better when I'm going through an exceptional case of the blues. As lover of rainy weather, the way this generally goes is, the more upset I am, the heavier it rains, and the windier it gets.<br /><br />Another weird phenomenon, not correlated with the blues is that weather in cities that I'm visiting does an about turn for the better as soon as I land, and goes back to normal the moment I'm on the flight out.<br /><br />Cases in above points are my internship in Madras in 2004 (a 1st in 10 years summer showers spate kept the temperature at an unbelievable 24 to 25 degrees vs. the usual 30 something) all trips to the US in the last 2 years (bar the Jan end trip where I refused to leave the house for fear of freezing to death) and all days in Singapore where it has rained and made you go "WTF! It was bright and sunny until a minute ago, where did that rain come from?"<br /><br /><br />==================================================<br /><br />I've recently begun to feel very strongly that my job with its constant need for improvement and striving for perfection has only made me more and more critical of myself and others. Worse still, I'm now quicker than ever to point out flaws and trying to fix them. A perfectly fine attitude that might make me successful in the workplace, but risks alienating all the people I love with the constant need to have everything in place and on time.<br /><br />I'm sure all jobs ask for perfection, so maybe this is just me responding in an undesirable manner to well intentioned conditioning that is supposed to prepare me for success? Or not?<br /><br />What, if not that, explains my godawful penchant for pessimism which only seems to have gotten worse over the last few years?<br /><br />==========================================<br /><br />How would you recommend one prepare themselves for a life of temporary isolation coming up ahead of them? Would you recommend they overdose themselves with social company so intense and frequent that the isolation feels like a relief when it does come?<br /><br />Do you, instead, recommend they start on the journey already by simulating the lack of an active social life in their own life right now? By staying in Saturday nights, by not calling the folks they once called on a regular basis? By turning into a social recluse now, so that the eventual isolation is just a natural conclusion to a journey already started?<br /><br />============================================<br /><br />There's a terrible genetic flaw that runs through the women in my mother's side of the family - the tendency to shelter and protect others from any darkness so they can lead comfortable lives oblivious to the stress that exists in their midst.<br /><br />All of these women are smart, educated, liberated and capable. All successful in their worlds outside the home. From where I stand, I wonder often why they let it happen at all.<br /><br />Cause, this sheltering, although well meant, eventually makes the recipient so used to its business class comforts, that eventually he loses all will / capacity to grasp the import of problems, more so the tendency to tackle them head on.<br /><br />This in turn leads to the women lamenting the years of pampering and sheltering the family, and intense disappointment at having to wade through all of life's troubles alone.<br /><br />I wonder, sometimes, how far down the generations this genetic flaw travels.<br />================================================<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6612154178853152144?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-28373491884496154972009-06-10T20:13:00.000+08:002009-06-11T15:21:50.534+08:0025 days away from one's own blog is more like temp retirement.<br /><br />But really, I haven't been doing this on purpose. Between the work and the yoga and the busy fun evenings spent bonding with the soon to leave flatmate, there's very little time left to blog.<br /><br />And anyway, it feels like I censor so much of what's going on in my life that there's very little I can say without violating my self imposed boundaries of privacy. More so lately.<br /><br />The Penguin often pulls my leg about how I am secretive to the point of being occasionally dishonest on my blog. I try to trip her on semantics, but I have to acknowledge that she is right.<br /><br />So what is it that makes me hide from the outside world so much of my life? I'm hardly one to be quiet about anything, much less, coy about the details of my personal life. It's certainly not some feminine sense of shame that keeps me from sharing and baring it all. It IS however, a morbid fear that my happiness will be taken away if I reveal too much of it to the world.<br /><br />You see, for all my good sense, I am endowed with a penchant for superstition, esp. the kind that will take away happiness from you if it realizes you are in possession of over abundant quantities. I am indeed one of those people who in the midst of utter contentment and joy thinks to herself, "What calamity lies round the corner, say?". The eternal optimist and the glass half full are terms obviously alien to my ever-gray vocabulary.<br /><br />Put simply, for the last year or so, I've followed a strict policy of limited disclosure in this space because I've been scared shitless of losing my happiness if I shared it with the world.<br /><br />But when I thought about it this morning, I realized, nothing bad has ever come of writing here. The cooking only got better and more experimental. The running is now supplemented by yoga. Travel has grown exponentially. The work after a lot of crap phases is looking up. My health is better, or at least has been attended to by 5 different specialists and is on its way up. The mind has only become clearer, and the spirit stronger.<br /><br />Ever since the 1st proper post I put up in Nov 06, life may have seen its ups and downs, but the ups have undoubtedly beaten the downs. UNDOUBTEDLY. :-) Even I don't have to be an optimist to see that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To be continued ....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2837349188449615497?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-91922351483817979352009-05-15T20:06:00.002+08:002009-05-15T21:02:58.823+08:00This Yoga thing is awesome. Especially for someone who is as perpetually high strung as I am, it forces me to focus on the moment and not plan for every minute that's coming my way. I actually breathe easier, get more oxygen in and am engulfed by this rather nice feeling of wellness.<br /><br />What makes this place even better, is that amidst the 30 odd choices of sessions they have everyday, about 2 are Bollywood dance lessons. And nothing, as you well know, helps release inhibitions better than group dancing to zesty Bollywood numbers.<br /><br />My issue with partying is that even if I'm having fun listening to the changing music, after an hour or so the 'shake-hand-in-air-shake-leg-hip-in-coordination' routine starts to get rather boring, and the joy starts to wear off. (Unless of course the alcohol has kicked in by now).<br /><br />But this class is everything partying is not :D There's obviously no alcohol to simulate the fake high, and there's a series of DIFFERENT seeming steps that you get to do with everyone else. You fumble together, you trip together. And when the master does a particularly long winded step that's straight out of a run-around-the-tree movie scene, you laugh together. :-)<br /><br />And yes, there's the occassional Hermione in class who picks up every step as soon as it's taught and then flaunts it shamelessly to lesser mortals like yours truly, but every class must have its Hermione no?<br /><br />The fact that many many muscles are now making their presence felt (rather emphatically at that) after many years of being practically non existent, was of course, expected. I plan to stay all Zen like and Yogic about it though (barring the occassional whimper as I stand, sit, walk or God forbid, climb the stairs).<br /><br />Indeed, it's a good life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-9192235148381797935?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-81927349399197542232009-05-11T22:12:00.005+08:002009-05-11T22:38:33.291+08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">The good:</span> I cannot feel that numb pain in my arms anymore.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">The bad:</span> It probably IS the pain from my just initiated yoga sessions that is overwhelming any other pain, and hence creating the illusion of previous pains having vanished.<br /><br />Not to mention the mental agony of feeling like an utter loser with Chinese aunty next to me breezily bending over and touching her toes WHILE smiling at the world. Why do I not have nice stretchy flexi limbs like that elastigirl, say?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">The ugly</span>: </span>My attempt to vent pent up anger through yoga came to a disastrous end today when I emerged angrier than ever at the instructor who in his misplaced enthusiasm to run us through as MANY asanas as possible conducted them SO quickly that we spent at least 8 of 20 counts per asana transitioning from the previous one into the current one.<br /><br />I swear I would've walked out mid class (it isn't exceptional, given how many bad movies I've walked out of) except the rules said something about respecting the master and not walking out midway yada yada blah. I had to be content with muttering below my breath, which as you know is just not fulfilling enough. Alas.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Notes to the instructor from today: </span><br />1. If you start off on that "Inhale Exhale" chant, then either keep it going so our lungs follow some semblance of rythm, OR when you pause to chatter midway TRY to start off where you left off. It's excruciating for us, your students, to have FINALLY steadied our breathing and then to hear you say "EXHALE" when we're getting ready to INHALE!!! And, calming, it is most certainly not!<br /><br />2. Not everyone knows what *kapalbhati* (a form of rapid breathing that exerts the abdominal muscles and is known to have several benefits) is. The idea, I'm sure they've taught you, is to assume there are new students in every class and that not everyone is an expert.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (I almost suspect you are nature's way of getting back at acronym and jargon spouting P&amp;G type people) </span>And to start talking midway between a rapid fire kapalbhati and then start again, in the process screwing up our inhale exhale cycle is just CRIMINAL!!!<br /><br />3. I'm never coming to your class ever again. There! I hope I've made my point. (Not like you'll notice, but everyone who reads this knows. HAH!)<br /><br />Ok, I'll put myself to sleep on my recently acquired habit of gruesome thriller type novel now. Good night!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8192734939919754223?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-32008161151477741062009-04-29T22:12:00.003+08:002009-04-29T22:24:32.178+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Special attention to bolded portions please. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Valuable lessons for a good life are hidden here. </span><br /><br />===========================================<br /><span class="sb13"><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">D</span>eepti, 18, recently cleared her class 12 examination. And that, her parents decided, was enough education for a girl. Four months ago, they fixed up her marriage. Deepti is now training at the Manju Sanskar Kendra in Bhopal to be an ideal wife to a boy she has only seen once, and with whom she occasionally chats on the telephone with her parents' permission.<br /><br />Six days a week, Deepti attends sermons at the Kendra, an institution set up to train women to surrender to the more powerful in the family -- in this case, the husband and in-laws. Aildas Hemnani, the Kendra's head, coaches his students in a spacious room that doubles up as a prayer hall for the Sindhis in Bairagarh, a Sindhi-dominated residential area on the outskirts of Bhopal.<br /><br />"Aildas <i>bhau</i> [<i>brother</i>] is teaching us how to keep our minds and bodies pure and our tempers in check," says Deepti. Among other things, he also ensures the girls know how to always keep their heads covered and ensure the <i>pallu</i> doesn't slip off.<br /><br />A retired Madhya Pradesh government employee, Hemnani's idea to set up this 'unique institution' evolved during a discussion with Sant Hridayaram, who is highly revered by the Sindhis.<br /><br />"I was distressed by the constant bickering among families all around me. At times, it led to divorce. I told Sant Hridayaram that <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">families are breaking up because girls nowadays have too much ego</span>. Parents don't have time to train their daughters properly. Girls must shed their egos to build a happy family. Sant Hridayaram suggested I start a training course."<br /><br />In 1988, Hemnani made the rounds of local schools and persuaded one of them to let him use its premises for two hours every day before the regular classes began. He lectured for two hours in the morning, six days a week, to the few girls who cared to attend.<br /><br />Hemnani has authored three textbooks for his students, drawing inspiration and information from Geeta Press, a publishing house that prints Hindu religious books. Hemnani distributes these textbooks free of cost to his students.<br /><br />One of Hemnani's textbooks, <i>Grahasth Mein Vyavaharik Jeevan</i> (Practical Married Life), claims: '<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Science has proved that when menstruating women touch leaves and plants they wilt and decay faster</span>.' However, when asked about the source of such a study, Hemnani becomes defensive, "I cannot give you proof. I have heard this and read it in the books that have been published by Geeta Press. What proof can one have of the truth the mahatmas have said?"<br /><br />The books are studded with many other such nuggets. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">'Too much sex,' avers one, 'is the cause of diabetes and tuberculosis among men</span>.' Hemnani's books lay stress on abstinence within marriage as a contraceptive measure and advise women and men to engage in sex only for procreation. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Care during pregnancy includes elitist, regressive advice such as not looking at blind, disabled, deaf and 'unattractive' people!</span><br /><br />The three-month course is free and does not follow any fixed calendar schedule. It includes lessons in Gurmukhi, the script for the Sindhi language, recitations from the Granth Sahib and teachings culled from Hindu religious books, including the Puranas and the Bhagvad Gita.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"> It costs community donors Rs 30,000 to Rs 40,000 a month</span> to keep the course going for a handful of girls. The expenses include distributing booklets, cassettes of hymns and light refreshments like nutritious drinks for all devotees who use the prayer hall on Saturdays.<br /><br />"Men build society and women build homes," declares Hemnani. Towards this end, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">the girls who attend his course are taught to sew, cook and pray -- in theory</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;">. "We don't have the facilities for practical training</span>."<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">{Ms. Tic: ROFL}</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> </span> More importantly, they are taught how to conduct themselves in their in-laws' household.<br /><br />Nisha, another alumni, attended the course for a whole year before she was married off to a businessman whom she hadn't seen before marriage; she had not even been shown his photograph. Nisha claims the Kendra taught her to 'adjust properly.' She elaborates, "Sometimes when I get angry, I remember what <i>bhau</i> taught us and my anger vanishes."<br /><br />Nisha has also learnt how to protect her and her husband's health and to prevent sexually transmitted diseases. "That is taught only to older girls when they are about to be married. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">I know I should not sleep with my husband during menstruation. He will fall ill,</span>" says Nisha.<br /><br />Women's groups first heard of the Kendra two years ago when a local newspaper published a feature on it. "All they teach is subjugation," says Kumud Singh, secretary of the Bhopal district committee of the National Federation of Indian Women. An attempt by the All-India Democratic Women's Association to engage Hemnani and his students in a dialogue has been rebuffed.<br /><br />Sandhya Shaili, president of AIDWA's Madhya Pradesh chapter, wonders how long the girls will follow such retrograde ideas. "They are teaching girls how to attune themselves to the demands of a patriarchal society. The girls are young and immature. I wonder how many will stick to the teachings once they start having problems."<br /><br />"The Sindhi community here is very conservative," she adds. "Two years ago they demanded that co-education in schools be stopped. We protested and stalled the move.</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Singh, meanwhile, feels that boys should also be coached. "Training and restraining boys is necessary. If men learn to respect women, half the problems families face would be solved."<br /><br />Hemnani says he would like to coach would-be husbands as well. "I wanted to train boys too but nobody is interested," he laments. He has also created a course that would train women to be ideal mothers-in-law but, like the course for boys, that too didn't take off.<br /><br />A permanent address for the Kendra came up in 1994 when a rich Mumbai-based stockbroker, Sukhram Das Mehtani, spent Rs 1 million to provide a place for the 'unique institution.' His only condition was that the Kendra be named after his only daughter, Manju, who died before her 18th birthday. The centre is now run from a large, bare hall, with a tiny sitting room and a little kitchen in the compound of a public school.<br /><br />Hemnani has been running the course for the last 15 years and it has been confined largely to the Sindhi community in Bhopal. Saturdays see the highest attendance, when 30-odd young women and a couple of matrons come to the centre.<br /><br />But his ideas are now gaining popularity outside Madhya Pradesh. He recently held a 10-day camp for youngsters in Ahmedabad and Junagadh in Gujarat and will soon visit Jaipur in Rajasthan.</span></p><p>==================================================<br /></p></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Courtesy Rediff.com </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-3200816115147774106?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-67867203613572341402009-04-29T18:49:00.003+08:002009-04-29T18:52:09.495+08:00As if there's not enough in this world right now to depress us.<br /><br />http://unwantedgirlchild.blogspot.com/<br /><br />I know I sound like a broken record lamenting on how women are treated unequally in our society. But all my cribs about changing surnames and quitting a job for someone's sake pale in comparison to what you see on this blog.<br /><br />Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing with all the opportunities life presents to me. About time one gave back and tried to make a change. Hmm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6786720361357234140?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-50648518867143257562009-04-29T15:04:00.003+08:002009-04-29T15:13:50.478+08:00You know how sometimes you have this wish that's somewhere inside and waiting to surface at the right time and make itself known? And you know that feeling (part relief, part anxiety) at having spoken it out loud? I'm feeling that now. I've finally put a wish into the system so to speak, and will now wait and see how things go.<br /><br />Being a strong believer in the *wish-granters help those who help themselves* policy, I DID spend a good 5 or 6 months planning and paving the way for this wish to be granted much easier than otherwise.<br /><br />But now, I'm going to sit back, relax (<span style="font-style: italic;">there's no need to laugh like that</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">at the prospect of my relaxing</span>) and wait. I've done my bit of sowing, and it's time to reap.<br /><br />P.s: Behind the scenes lies an interesting story I will someday tell on this blog. After all wishes have been granted and the dust has settled on what has been a very interesting 2-3 years of my life. :-)<br /><br />In the meantime, can I ask that you pray for me, kind reader? :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-5064851886714325756?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-60787324295042197972009-04-22T21:34:00.003+08:002009-04-22T21:52:21.498+08:00Is all I am capable of spouting right now since I am in the middle of a call AS i write this. Could this be the career limiting move I've always been afraid I would make? Maybe not, considering my boss just called me on the other phone saying "Kitni baat kar rahe hain, raat ko saade nau baje" <span style="font-style: italic;">(Loosely translated --> How much they talk at 9.30 in the night?) </span><br /><br />I know that this new role is fabulous and is supposed to open up all of these very essential avenues for me personally and professionally. I know it gives me the chance to travel and meet people from all over the world AND the chance to influence a larger scope of business than I did earlier. I know I must feel indebted and grateful and bow in sheer gratidue and appreciation of what has been sent my way.<br /><br />I know, OK?<br /><br />But for a teeny tiny minute here, can i please pause and WHINE about how my back hurts and my body and mind are stunted from the series of pm meetings that leave me with ZERO time to myself? About how my social life has dwindled to meeting the Penguin for an hour every week and I'm so F&amp;*^ing exhausted that the one day I missed setting the alarm, I slept off until 10.47 am in the morning and even then only woke up coz the maid knocked on the door? ME - with the silly body clock that cannot sleep beyong 8.45 am on weekends even. Also that work days are so busy that I have to think twice before I take a bloody pee break!!!<br /><br />Phew. That felt good!<br /><br />And they continue to talk .....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Edited to add: Ooooohh that was post no. 301!!! :D </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6078732429504219797?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-18044285926856350972009-04-09T12:27:00.002+08:002009-04-09T12:51:27.767+08:00August 2008 was the last time I went home to Bombay. Now I've seen my folks after that in a different city, and I'm in touch with friends and all. But it feels incredibly nice to be going back after all this time. It's a new house the family's moved into, and are super excited for me to see. S will be a 10 min drive away and so will N's wedding venue. Bombay will be seen through very different eyes :)<br /><br />AND I get to pass through Madras for 2 days before that! YAY!! :D<br /><br />Cya at the end of the week!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1804428592685635097?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-4033504235858825942009-03-30T21:56:00.006+08:002009-03-30T23:21:45.692+08:00from a whirlwind series of travels once again.<br /><br />So much for jumping with joy at the prospect of no travel. I've suddenly been put on another assignment at work and apparently travel comes as part of the larger package.<br /><br />Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Lately, travel seems to have become the element that punctuates life in a rather appealing manner. For all my whining, I think I'd be mopier without it than with it.<br /><br />2 trips have been made between the last post and now, and the next trip (hopefully the last of this fiscal) is to India in April for N's wedding. Despite the fact that I've been out of touch with most batch mates from B school, I realize I'm actually quite excited about seeing some of them after all this time. Not to mention, being able to wear that rather coveted, yet rarely worn collection of saris .<br /><br />==============================================<br /><br />You know how they say the mind is a fickle thing? Now, there isn't a bigger fan of stability than yours truly here. But ever so often I find myself reminiscing about points in time where life was not quite in the pits, but was not quite in a rut either, if you know what I mean? If anyone up there is listening, I'm not wishing for anything to change, really. Just saying.<br /><br />One IS allowed to reminisce without being told off for being too wishy washy no?<br /><br />==============================================<br /><br />My room is making me sneeze. No really. Every time I'm outside, I'm fine. Then I come home and the firing of the cannon that is my nose begins. I'm not exaggerating, but every time I sneeze, there's about 7 of them in a row. Really.<br /><br />Rooms full of people are moved to intense concern at the histrionics of my nose, and I have to hurry to assure them (WHILE recovering from the trauma my body has just been put through) that I am OK and this counts as normal in my world.<br /><br />The most delicate interval (Let's call it the period of make or break) is that between when my nose has sensed that a sneeze is on its way and when the actual sneeze decides to arrive. My face contorts into this expression that is a facial analogy of an athlete's 'get set go' position. Reason I term it delicate, is IF anyone in the room happens to mention ANYthing that has ANYTHING to do with my sneezing in this interval, then the sneeze stays stuck in my nose. Annoyingly so. There's actually this brand manager I work with who once took pleasure in halting my sneezes. Thankfully, I have successfully invoked his kinder instincts and put a stop to the torture that was sneezes stuck in my nose.<br /><br />Life is indeed much better now.<br /><br />===============================================<br /><br />After this whole Mangalore Pub and Muthalik issue, I've acquired a strange aversion to anything that carries the baggage of being cultural. Even remotely so.<br /><br />Yes, I understand this is an extreme reaction. But I now respond sharply to things that I previously assumed were just *normal*.<br /><br />Like women moving to be with men post wedding. Like men who boast about not being able to cook, not stepping into the kitchen (I'd like you to conjure up mental images of large gorilla thumping chest and growling "I no enter kitchen"). The whole women taking on their husbands surnames, regardless of whether it is compulsions from their families or as a way to prove love.<br /><br />I wonder if the men in question even tried wondering about how love is a 2 way thing, and if she takes on your surname to prove hers for you, then what's to stop you from doing the same, or asking her to reconsider her decision coz it seems unfair and one sided?<br /><br />I'm not judging women who do this. I'm just wondering why everyone takes it for granted that the gestures (The mangal sutra, the toe ring, the sindoor, the ghunghat, the choodas, the surname and in extreme cases the changing of the first name) have to ALL COME FROM the WOMAN?<br /><br />And the worst part is, I just heard from someone that a friend was forced to take on her husband's name because of a few tiny glitches in managing the registered ceremony. As if we didn't have enough things to worry about when we marry, this is one more to add to the paranoia. ARGH!<br /><br />Imagine both spouses being clear about not doing this surname thing, and then being forced to do it for something as mundane as lack of planning? I'd seriously whack the peon/clerk in question. Esp. if he followed it up with anything on the lines of "Aaj Kal ka aurat log....".<br /><br />================================================<br /><br />I love this community of women bloggers and commenters - intelligent, articulate and seemingly living their lives on their own terms. Because, to me they signify everything that is Anti Muthalik. And everything that I can be proud of as a woman.<br /><br />To the women out there, those I know and those I don't...but am proud of anyway...<br /><br />I want to tell you how it sometimes feels when I look at the whole bunch of us from an outsider's perspective. When I try and float above my body and look at this group (including myself), objectively.<br /><br />I see you putting yourself last. At the very last. No matter how educated/ evolved you are, more often than not, you give in to the temptation to deprioritize yourself. You neglect your own health and postpone those doctor's appointments until you've sorted out the ones your husband and kids need. Maybe even your parents.<br /><br />You put your feelings on the back burner, especially so when you see family displaying negative emotion/ discomfort of any kind.<br /><br />Husband - He's angry? Let me rush to pacify him. He's too busy? Let me get out of his way. He's too quiet? Let me give him more space, maybe I'm suffocating him? Maybe I've done something wrong? Let me fix it? Let me compromise on what I want and give him what he wants?<br />Maybe THAT will put the smile back on his face?<br /><br />Parents - My parents are worried about me getting married. Let me meet the men they ask me to cause it would make them happy. I'm not quite sure I want to do this. But for their sakes, I must.<br /><br />STOP. IT. NOW. Take a step back occasionally, and think about yourself. Maybe, just maybe, if you're happy, it'll send out good vibes and make those around you happy as well. You are not Ms. Fixit and the more you behave like her, the more you will end up being the only one who fixes things around the place. I'm not saying don't care. But sometimes, care more about yourself than others?<br /><br />I've seen my mother go through life as if it were a series of tasks. 2 cesareans down, she ran into a hernial issue when I was 15. She postponed her operation by 15 days to schedule them after my class X board exams. Not only was I too foolish to not even think of objecting, but my entire stupid family took the post operative recovery process for granted to such an extent that her hernial recurred within the next 4 years and she underwent her 4th abdominal incision. Not a pleasant memory, but a constant reminder to myself to never take my own health for granted this way.<br /><br />And to ALL you women out there,<br /><br />You nurture and you nourish. You manage a household and in many cases a job outside of it as well. If you procrastinate caring for yourself, you'll have achieved a temporary slot into which to fit in the family's welfare. And lost about 2 years of a healthy life in the process. PLEASE DON'T.<br /><br />Please let's set a good example for the generations to come by respecting ourselves and our well being?<br />===================================================<br /><br />And that's all I actually have for now. It feels nice and familiar, this wrapping up of a post.<br />Must. Do. More. Often.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-403350423585882594?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-16616537769680230122009-02-25T21:07:00.007+08:002009-02-26T08:51:31.094+08:00I heard this phrase for the very 1st time in 2005 at someone's promotion speech as they described how the assignment that got them promoted had been one of their toughest ever. This was 3.5 years ago. The phrase stuck cause it felt cool to enunciate. I repeated it to myself for a few days, finally relegating it to the status of a fancy term I'd like to use given the opportunity.<br /><br />Which is when the powers that be decided I needed to learn through experience. Enunciation was just not good enough for Ms. Tic.<br /><br />There was October 05 to Feb 06 which had me working non-stop under the most stress I had <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ever</span> encountered in my sheltered existence. It wasn't just the deadlines. It was the deadlines coupled with the need to suddenly grow up at work and outside it. It wasn't just the late hours all week; it was the late hours with no one to go home to. And there <span style="font-weight: bold;">were</span> no weekends worth speaking of. It was all work and more work. And then some more.<br /><br />By the end of a 3 month spate of long hours, I was close to a breakdown and had to go back home on what could certainly have qualified as 'medical' leave.<br /><br />Of course, when I look back upon this time, it strikes me as the era of my best ever work in the assignment. What we started back then amidst the hours and the late nights is a legacy that has stayed on even after every single one from the original team moved on.<br /><br />Today, I remember very little of the long hours or lonely evenings. What I DO remember rather clearly, is being productive and being amply rewarded for it. :-)<br /><br />Then there was 2007.<br />The year that as it started had 'personal hell' written all over it. Replete with what seemed like earth shattering disappointments, it seemed like the year would beat me down by the time it ended. There were days so awful, I had to physically force myself to just go about doing the things that constitute living - cooking, eating, writing, working and the like.<br /><br />And yet, when I look back at the year, it's tough to remember many specific instances of pain. There is the fleeting memory of bad phases, but most of all what has stayed in mind is how it turned out to be one of the richest as far as personal accomplishments go.<br /><br />The 100th and possibly 200th blog post were written within this year. A very fun production was kick started. My 1st ever solo trip (New York) finally happened <span style="font-style: italic;">(setting into motion a series of events I would never have anticipated)</span>. Mogambo made her presence felt. The Penguin made her grand entry. I discovered Jamie Oliver, Curtis, Nigella and reveled in the joy of dishing out one new dish after another in my poorly constructed, yet well stocked kitchen. After putting it off for almost 3 years, I enrolled for singing lessons and actually enjoyed them.<br /><br />With the Penguin leading the way, I entered one new experience after another with a mind that decided it wanted to be more open than closed. Auctions, new resturants, random plays, funky recipes - you name it, I tried it.<br /><br />And for the 1st time in my life, I think I learned how to embrace optimism. And perhaps cultivated the slightest ability to laugh at myself. Precious! :D<br /><br />Worth a mention here is that the year marked my 1st ever interaction with the world of Bharat Matrimony.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Fun fact:</span> Every guy I was introduced to through BM ended up getting hitched within about 6 months of having met me. To another woman, of course. In exactly the order that I met them. EXACTLY.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Incredible, I know!) </span><br /><br />And although I whined and cried through it all, wondering why I had to put myself through a process I had little or no enthusiasm for, I do believe it helped the cliched process of self awareness and might have played a big role in making me realize what kind of person I wanted to be with.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No small feat, that! </span><br /><br />And finally 2008.<br />While the dust settled on other parts of my life, this year gave me reason to wonder if I could ever continue in a job that was starting to get so physically and mentally exhausting. With my health sauntering coolly out the door, the hurting hand made me snappy and impatient at work and curtailed my physical ability to put in even a few extra hours if I wanted to. I questioned everything from my willingness to my ability to perform and went through intense self doubt and more intense physical pain.<br /><br />And yet, in retrospect, 2008 seems like a year that was WELL worth living through. The work was great and more importantly, projects that took the most out of me turned out to be worth every minute that was spent on them. I have new found respect for my health and have learned my discipline with medicines the hard way. Most importantly, the lessons I've learned in the last 8 months at work, bitter as they were to experience, have provided perspective I would never have acquired otherwise.<br /><br />Cliche after cliche, I know. Yet, all of it true.<br /><br />It didn't dawn upon me until recently why the phrase <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baptism_by_fire">'Baptism by fire'</a> was termed as such.<br /><br />Now I understand. That moment when you stand at the exit door of an experience that was all agony as you went through it and look back. That moment that you feel cleansed and richer for the experience. That moment that you *know* why it all happened.<br /><br />That moment, when you finally accept that the goodness of the outcome is so overpowering that it drowns out the memory of everything bad that happened, it's when you've had your personal baptism by fire.<br /><br />Baptism, indeed :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1661653776968023012?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-69461812697685228492009-02-15T22:55:00.011+08:002009-02-16T17:55:02.239+08:00Read <a href="http://therationalfool.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-to-be-killed.html">this. </a><br /><br />*Culture* is soon going to become a basis for defense pleas. Don't be shocked to hear reports of - "Dear members of the jury, I killed only to protect my culture"<br /><br />It's beyond comprehension how so much hatred can be directed to a person who was born of another bloodline, in the name of *Culture*, while calmly taking in and tolerating more serious issues like<br />- men who beat up their wives ('He has the right to, esp. if she behaves badly' - Ref Indian Culture)<br />- incest (Have you read Bitter Chocolate - the common response to this within households is "He's a man, he has needs, so what if it's his daughter/ sister")<br />- marital rape ('There <span style="font-weight: bold;">IS </span>no question of consent, lie beneath the man and do his bidding when he feels like it' - Also Ref Indian Culture)<br />- not letting daughters go to school ('I don't understand why women can't just learn to stay home and make chapattis for their husbands' - A very cultured Mr. Muthalik)<br />- Dowry deaths (Still rampant, in case our insulation from the event leads us to believe in its non existence)<br />- Female infanticide and the stigma associated with giving birth to daughters (Chromosome lesson time perhaps? The man controls the sex of the baby, not the woman. Of course, getting this into skulls that are worrying themselves with which other brahmin person in the vicinity has been corrupted by non brahmin influences is probably a tad difficult.)<br /><br />All of which, just to be clear, is not only not opposed, but almost condoned by this fantastic culture thingie we hear about ever so often.<br /><br />This is not even counting basic indignities like abusing your wife in public, expecting that women will pick up leftover food after men, that women will eat after men, that it's OK with all your education and so-called metropolitan upbringing to insinuate in your son's Bharat Matrimony profile that his job is more important than that of the woman in question and hence she needs to move across continents to be with him - like the alternative is not really an alternative at all.<br /><br />Not to forget insane cultural mores like spending atrocious amounts on money on lavish weddings that are absolutely uncorrelated to the quality of the marriage that follows, feeling obliged to conduct some ten ceremonies and invite a million people just to show them that you love your children and can provide for them, expecting men and women to be asexual creatures until the time that they are lawfully wedded and then expecting them to overnight (literally) create babies, treating cooking as a matrimonial resume bullet point for every woman vs. a life skill for human beings in general.<br /><br />I'm better off without this ridiculous notion of culture. I'm better off figuring my way through life without referring to an invisible book somewhere that preaches how I must live.<br /><br />If I hear the word Indian culture one more time, I'm going to give the person a serious piece of my mind. Whether it's a 'well -meaning' relative telling me to *adjust* with my in laws or some aunty somewhere asking me why I'm 28 and not married.<br /><br />And for THIS Culture we have people dying and taking lives? Pah! Seriously!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6946181269768522849?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-89926146636503843722009-02-09T19:14:00.002+08:002009-02-09T19:16:37.388+08:00Oh cmon! You HAVE to join this one!<br /><br />http://thepinkchaddicampaign.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Please send every (Good Indian or otherwise) woman you can think of to this page. Please please!<br /><br />Some super tips on how to be a Good Indian Woman (GIW, TM) coming right up ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8992614663650384372?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-6464367698742765942009-02-07T08:48:00.003+08:002009-02-07T08:56:32.632+08:00The subject has fascinated me ever since the Mangalore incident took place. And I've wanted to write my plans to adhere to Indian Culture <span style="font-style: italic;">(TM, obviously of Mr. Mangalore women beater, the Shiv sena and sundry others who plan to save us from the cultural pitfall that is Valentine's Day)</span> in the next few years.<br /><br />Work has been insane keeping me up at nights either actively doing it, or simply thinking about the fascinating things I'm learning from this new project.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (Geeky I know! But I swear I stayed up tossing and turning most of last night thinking I have all this amazing information to share on Monday, and worrying about how a 1 pager will ever do justice to it!)</span><br /><br />And today is more work + a short film shoot (finally!), so I promise I'll make the time to write down how I plan to be a GIW - Good Indian Woman <span style="font-style: italic;">(TM, of the aforementioned parties + parents of 'eligible bachelors' on Bharat Matrimony who define the GIW as an ideal blend of traditional values and modern outlook.)<br /><br /></span>After all nothing motivates one to action like public commitment. And an awesome topic like this.<br /><br />More later ... till then, enjoy your weekend!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-646436769874276594?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-2815126259323691332009-02-04T13:42:00.003+08:002009-02-04T14:08:24.898+08:00Post my blissful vacation from the last week, promise to the self has been to keep thanking stars and sundry others for the good things that prevail despite some utter crap that still exists.<br /><br />Listing is my way of thanking. Here goes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Look ma, hands but no pain!</span><br />A new prop up mechanism for the laptop and a separate keyboard that make typing/ working/ blogging wince free for the 1st time in about a year. Lovely admin assistant who sourced it for me in 24 hours of the request being issued. May she live a long happy life.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Snow:</span><br />Seeing actual real falling snow for the first time in my life. How very awesome to put the face to the air and and feel little light cool things land. Lou is came.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Clarity:</span><br />When the thought of ending something brings nothing but gladness and relief, that really says something about how much it is meant for you and vice versa.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Action:</span><br />When long planned things finally start to move into action phase, the thrill of anticipation even with the associated uncertainty is awesome compared to the frustration of sitting still and thinking through in circles.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Happy mom:</span><br />She passed her 1st semester of the correspondence MBA. And I heard laughter in her voice after a LONG time. Cherish worthy.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Cloudy days:</span><br />Singapore's been nice and cloudy since I got back from vacation. As if to say, OK let's keep you in hungover from holiday state for as long as possible, woman. How sweet. For this cloudy thing alone, I'd consider moving to Seattle. I'd say BYE to the sun in a jiffy if I had to. Sigh.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Luck by chance and slumdog M coming up:</span><br />Good movies and good music is such a treat. Also have you heard Delhi6? Verrry nice the music it is. That Mohit chauhan boy I might add to my list. You know, THE list.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">{Boys who can do musical things are very IT for me. *Tingles down spine* (wait, is that my hand starting to hurt?)}</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. No travel until April</span><br />YAY! YAY! We're out of budget to travel on work. NO MORE LIVING OUT A SUITCASE FOR 3 MONTHS!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Pesto sauce:</span><br />What? I just really like.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Folks with a sense of humor at work:</span><br />Make the place worth going to every day.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Work from home days:</span><br />For someone with an E profile of 2% on the MBTI scale, staying insulated from the deluge of voices at work once a week is official (hah!) bliss.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. New Camera coming up:</span><br />In funky color too! Not your usual gray! @ amazing rate too! woot.com rocks.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. Happening weekend coming up:</span><br />2 parties, 1 short film shoot, 1 new movie, 1 catch up with long time no see frand = Happy in my heart dil dance maare re.<br /><br />More later ... my hand still feels fine, I want to dance from the happiness and liberation of it all. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-281512625932369133?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-15050538486120989992009-01-30T04:10:00.004+08:002009-01-30T04:17:14.269+08:00All I've done in the last 4 - 6 days of being on vacation is sleep. Through most of the day AND night.<br /><br />There's a little bit of spending time with friends, some cooking, a little bit of movie watching and mall hopping in the evenings, but its mostly a sleep vacation.<br /><br />And it feels SO good. SO incredibly good.<br /><br />I'm usually unfortunate with sleep in that even a late bedtime of 2.30 am will have me awake by 8 am the next morning. Weekends and weekdays alike. The internal alarm clock while on many days is a blessing, on most days is a curse I can't seem to throw out of my body.<br /><br />So this sudden spurt of 18 hour sleep cycles within 24 hour days feels like I've gifted my body with all the sleep it was deprived of in the last few months.<br /><br />As the McD's slogan goes - I'm louin it! :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-1505053848612098999?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-43205468111158729862009-01-04T21:47:00.004+08:002009-01-04T22:35:08.179+08:00To all of you and especially to those of you encountered loss in one or more forms - Job, Love, Money, Wisdom (what! sometimes we get stupider as time goes by!), Security, Health and umpteen others ... and yet emerged on the other side with hope in their heart and faith that the future will bring good things your way.<br /><br />Have a great new year.<br /><br />May hope stay alive, and may we all be blessed with reason to believe that everything happens for the best.<br />May prayers be answered and sincere efforts bear fruit.<br />May we all discover what makes us happy and find the courage to pursue it.<br />May we don new roles and fulfill both old and new ones with grace.<br />May we discover the joy of having what we have vs. drowning in the sorrow of what we don't.<br /><br /><br />And as a (one time, mind you) departure from my usual whining, I say thanks for all of the following:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For being alive and insured</span> (eczema, allergies, spondilitis and a broken tooth contributed to a hefty medical bill this year. I have new found respect and love for insurance)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For friends:</span> who love me despite months of not being in touch (V, Nuts, S, Mgb), for being a pain in the ass whiner when I do get in touch <span style="font-style: italic;">(V, Nuts, Rk) </span>who love me despite my flaws and tell me so. For those who are a hop skip and jump away when the need for conversation and bonding arises <span style="font-style: italic;">(N, Spunks, AR</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For family:</span> that gives much and expects little, and never makes me feel like a lesser person for it. For parents who demonstrate the willingness and ability to make the transition into a new way of being with us kids. For a brother who looks up to me and adores me beyond reason.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For the special ones: </span>For the Penguin who through all our rifts and not so fond revelations in this year has always been there. For P who never tires of the stories and of telling me the things that light up my heart and soul. For their ability to make all the bad days and sucky moments pale into insignificance. Again and again.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For work:</span> That through the people I work with, sometimes endows a feeling of being capable. That even on the days that is not inspiring, is still keeping the mind alive and kicking AND paying the bills, bless its soul.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For a lovely home: </span>That includes in the package super duper nice flatmates and the lovely A who makes coming home worth looking forward to in the evenings with what she puts on the dinner table. That is a 10 minute walk from work and comes with conveniences like supermarkets, transport hubs and long winding roads for runs/ walks in the vicinty.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For everything that there is to look forward to in the coming months,</span> even the uncertainties that will undoubtedly teach a new set of lessons and help build character. And certainly so for the YAY! inducing events that are about to occur ...<br /><br />Happy 2009 everyone! May we all have reason not only to smile, but to grin, laugh and dance from utter and giddy happiness this year :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-4320546811115872986?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-72373055816846838782008-12-29T22:54:00.008+08:002008-12-30T00:17:29.078+08:00How many of you women out there have been at the receiving end of that classic pigeonhole defining statement "OH. You're a FEMINIST" <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />(preceded by curious cocking of head to one side, followed by understanding nod with almost sympathetic look - usually from a man you've only just met a while ago)</span><br /><br />I did, a few days back from a rather nice boy I'd just met once before. We were all in the midst of a conversation about what bachelorhood pleasures women thought were acceptable for their husbands to still enjoy (watching porn being an example) and somehow we veered into a topic that made him do the pigeonhole thing with me. I got the classic "Are you a feminist" question and my response was the usual 'whatever' shrug that I reserve for snap judgments.<br /><br />Thing is, indifferent expression notwithstanding, the question apparently does get to me, cause in my last post I made a rather open threat to slap anyone who called me a feminist again. And P (1 of the 2 regular readers on this blog) asked me why. What was wrong with being a feminist, after all?<br /><br />I have to admit, that sort of took me by surprise. I've simply become SO used to the negative connotation that goes with the word, esp with the body language described above (which smacks of "I've figured you out. You're one of them.") that despite <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminism">what Wikipedia has to say about the term</a>, my association with the word was no better than that of an ignorant layman.<br /><br />So I'm going to have to finally admit that me <span style="font-style: italic;">(and most women I like)</span> are feminists after all.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (And, yes, I can ALSO say it without having to hide behind a group of like minded women)</span>.<br /><br />Because I would be as ashamed of a man who needed taking care of, just as I would of a woman.<br /><br />Because I believe we all need to know how to cook (men and women alike) because it's such a basic survival requirement. Conversely, I don't find it 'incredible' that a man cooks despite being a man.<br /><br />Because I believe neither of us is better at something than the other regardless of predefined roles (women aren't necessarily better at parenting, men at earning money).<br /><br />Because I believe men have as much a right to take time off work and get a break for a few years as women do.<br /><br />Because I don't believe in burning bras even to make a point. <span style="font-style: italic;">(They're too darned expensive)</span><br /><br />Because I believe men are entitled to whatever stereotypical activity gets their adrenaline pumping (sports/ porn) before AND after marriage. Just as women are entitled to theirs (shopping/ not keeping a perfect house) before AND after so long as it stays within the limits that their mutual consent has set.<br /><br />Because I believe that the GRAND proposal <span style="font-style: italic;">(an elaborate plan + a ring that costs 2 months worth of pay) </span>and the whole <span style="font-style: italic;">"you need to send me chocolates/ flowers/ fluffy bears coz I'm a woman and you're a man and that's just how it is"</span> and also the <span style="font-style: italic;">"You should know what I'm thinking even without my saying it"</span> should ALL be taken off the list of mandatories that men are expected to provide.<br /><br />That does make me a feminist, I guess. So label/ stereotype me all you like. I promise not to bite. Or even bark. Regardless of how YOU meant it, I'll choose to hear it for what it is. A good thing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7237305581684683878?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-34695658604642938622008-12-27T09:21:00.005+08:002008-12-27T10:56:25.362+08:00Holds a special place in the hearts of our parents and their generation. Perhaps to some extent in mine (mid to late 20s to take the vagueness out of the definition), but is much less incident.<br /><br />Tradition manifests itself in the form of little habits that despite a genesis that is usually rooted in fairly irrational beliefs, become so deeply entrenched in a way of living that they come to be de rigeur and even expected.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Some traditions acquire a meaning that is bestowed upon them by the person who practices them. (Category 1)</span><br />Like when praying before a meal becomes a way of saying thanks vs. a way of randomly stringing together a known set of words. Like when shlokas, whose meaning is understood and hence which serve to communicate thanks, apologies and the like in a repeated standardized form vs. (again) random words in a sing song voice. Like when touching the feet of elders to ask for blessings is faith in the ability of unconditional love to make good things happen to the recipient vs. repetitive back bending to ensure no adult ego in the room is offended.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Others just stay, not cause they're welcome, but cause no one thought to ask them to leave politely. (Category 2)</span><br />Like (and this is obviously very personal) not praying when menstruating or not touching freshly laundered clothes for fear of polluting them.<br />Like having to wear symbols of being married (the mangal sutra, the toe ring, the sindoor) even if it doesn't influence your love or respect (or the lack of thereon) for the man you are married to.<br />Like fasting for somebody else's well being coz you believe that putting yourself through misery will bring happiness to someone else. Like how all of the above and most others are conveniently limited to women.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(No I'm not feminist, and I promise to slap the next person who stereotypes me as such)</span><br />Like believing homosexuality or atheism is sinful and will land you in hell. <span style="font-style: italic;">(See, this one's not about women alone.)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">There's others that aren't even justifiable no matter how personal a POV you spin them into. (Category 3)</span><br />Like not letting a certain class/ section of society near a place of worship or a source of water for fear of contamination.<br />Like paying another family in cash or kind (also fondly known as dowry) to have them take your daughter in and bestow the oh-so privileged position of wife <span style="font-style: italic;">(bless their soul, wouldn't I absolutely lack meaning and identity without that label they're willing to give me after I take on their family name, and sometimes give up the first name I was born with?) </span>on her. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Like finding it acceptable to kill someone or shun them from a family they were born into for falling in love with someone outside the community.<br /><br />The thing is, apart from category 3 traditions, I'm indifferent to the others because they're just so personal in nature. It becomes tough to classify something as right or wrong unless it does physical or emotional harm to a living being. Or unless it constitutes a violation of someone's set of beliefs. And starts to intrude into their lives, pointlessly so.<br /><br />Which is a battle we're constantly fighting with our parents' generation. I know of friends who've called off healthy happy relationships because of parental disapproval over the issue of a different community/ religion. Of friends who dread going home even to their own parents because it means donning an identity that is now SO far from who they are that it just feels like cheating on oneself.<br /><br />And who mostly give in, because the parents in question don't leave tradition to choice, but turn it into emotional leverage, putting the child in question through utter anguish.<br /><br />What's sad is how little education or claimed progressiveness has to do with it. That the same parent who proudly boasts about his child having entered the big league with a masters and a settled life in the US of A hangs his head in shame while hesitantly informing the social circle that the kid is marrying someone outside the community.<br /><br />With my own parents, I've had the chance to sometimes be pleasantly surprised at how much they've opened their minds to a newer way of looking at things. Yet, there's things I still haven't managed to change their mind about. Like even if they'd not raise a fuss about the religion of the person I'm about to marry, they'd still create a huge fuss about me sitting through my own wedding ceremony if I'm in the middle of my period. Like even if they're in agreement with compressing the 1.5 day ceremonies into 1 hour of the core basics, they'd still be very upset if they found out I don't plan on wearing the Thali (Mangal Sutra) or the ring that signify that I am a married woman.<br /><br />The thing I've realized through the small victories and the disappointments is this.<br />More often than not, making the effort to talk parents through a certain rationale to shed adherence to a tradition is worthwhile. While at times the clashes involved might feel like repeatedly banging your head against a wall, there are times when they will surprise you with their ability to understand and embrace a new way of being. While at times you may leave the room with a sense of utter failure wondering how you'll ever end the imposition of nonsensical rules on your life, there will be others when you'll have scored a big big victory for the generation that is to come. And for that, your children will thank you :-)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.s: Dear you know who, this is inspired by and for you. :-) </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-3469565860464293862?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-84091145538533135462008-12-23T18:01:00.006+08:002008-12-23T20:35:30.725+08:00Wow. It feels physically weird to be writing after this long. One would agree that 1 page summaries at work DO NOT count. But even if typing the words doesn't feel as alien, it's almost like I've forgotten blog-speak, perhaps even blog-think!<br /><br />The past 2 months have been like a whirlwind that just rushed past. So much has happened. So much of it was long due and admittedly, more than what I bargained for just happened without warning.<br /><br />It's been about 2 months since I last ran, yet my mind and body have felt as if mounted on a non stop treadmill every single day. I've woken up every morning almost falling out of bed, wondering what else I've got lined up to 'finish' that day or what meeting I have that morning. Finish/ wrap up/ close out is becoming the new buzz word. Every minute of every day, work and for most part of non work, has been an investment in a task that needs to be concluded.<br /><br />But updates aside, let me, for now, treat this post with the respect that's due to an "I'm back!" post.<br /><br />I'm back to writing. Even if it means whining sometimes, or a hurting hand at others. Even if it means there's still a significant chunk of life that cannot be narrated here.<br /><br />It didn't take much to figure out when it had to happen. Like most things that we discover our love for, this one had to make the need for its presence felt through its absence. :-)<br /><br />Hence, I'm back. And all that. See ya around!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8409114553853313546?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-77897042683088290812008-11-05T19:55:00.002+08:002008-11-05T19:56:31.214+08:00Shutting down this space until I'm ready to come back and write in the open. Thanks to all who read and to all who comment. Be good, stay safe and well and keep smiling :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7789704268308829081?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-3878078166240969482008-10-27T00:05:00.007+08:002008-10-27T00:37:19.812+08:00Although I'm not big on festivals or the stories behind them <span style="font-style: italic;">(The people in my life have stories aplenty of their own, enough to keep me engaged :) )</span>, I do love the happiness they bring into people's life all of a sudden.<br /><br />Like my friend S who has, for the last 2 days, been super excited at the prospect of Diwali. And not even coz she's doing anything special. Just the thought of family back home opening presents from her and the thought of Diwali makes her happy. It's irrational. And that's what I love about it. I may not always understand it, but I love it :)<br /><br />So my mum calls me to ask what I'm doing for Diwali. I tell her not much, same old (aka nothing). And she asks me if I bought anything new. I'm all "What?".<br /><br />Amma explains that we usually buy something new for Diwali. "OH!" I say. Time perhaps to unfreeze the spending freeze I've put myself on. And promptly buy myself a much needed pair of sandals, 2 to be precise. :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(Psst.... I almost bought a bag too. I must be turning into a woman!)</span><br /><br />Anyway... I'm here to say, regardless of my beliefs, I hope this is a wonderful time for everyone who is looking forward to it. I hope all of you meeting family and friends have lovely reunions and get gifts that are either<br />a. what you wanted<br />b. something you can live with coz it was gifted with love or<br />c. possible to exchange easily :)<br /><br />Happy Diwali ya all! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-387807816624096948?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-20710906648864140292008-10-22T23:55:00.004+08:002008-10-24T18:20:43.729+08:00....dear Reader.<br /><br />Nothing as significant as the US elections, but given this year comes to a close in about 3 months and I'm 2 dishes short of my resolution of 10 new dishes every year, I'm inviting your votes on what 2 things to cook next.<br /><br />Being vegetarian is the only constraint.<br /><br />Kindly leave your vote.<br /><br />Thanks and Regards,<br />(Bordering on <a href="http://www.nigella.com/">Nigella's talent</a> AND well on her way to <a href="http://www.heraldtimesonline.com/stories/2006/10/04/ck_nigella_1004+Z.jpg">Nigella's size</a>)<br />Ms. Tic<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Edited to add based on comments: </span>Dear lovely wonderful comment putters, note that I live in a kitchen where if i'm not careful I can get a ear detached from body due to many shelf like things jutting out from random walls.<br />Additionally, I do not own an oven, baking thingamajings, fondue serving equipment and such things.<br />What I DO have is a mixer, some non stick woks and a microwave oven. Also conventional gas.<br />Just letting you know so you can keep your vote ...err... actionable. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lou to all. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-2071090664886414029?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-4704393778980739202008-10-21T19:26:00.004+08:002008-10-21T19:47:19.658+08:00It was the deeply insightful comment of an anonymous person on my last post that made me sit up and realize - not only was life truly turning shittier by the minute, I was being rather open about putting it all out there in a public forum.<br /><br /><br />Now I don't usually mind it, given this is MY space etc. But having come to see myself as a fairly happy person in the last 1 year and having enjoyed all of the new experiences that came my way - the travel, the cooking, the dramatics, the blogging etc, I realized that it would be a rather sad way to go if I let the crappiness of the current situation overwhelm me.<br /><br />So although, I thought for about 2 days about shutting down the blog until whenever things get better, I have now decided I won't.<br /><br />Instead I will keep you updated on Project Reconstruction aka taking things into my own hands and fixing every thing that has gone wrong recently. One by one. Even if it takes 3 months to accomplish.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Task 1:</span> Move out of current residence into new one. Nicer place. Lovely room. Close to work. Has full time maid who cooks OMFG brilliantly. And a flatmate who is a good friend of the Penguin.<br /><br />To be done by: 15th Nov.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Task 2: </span>Get new tooth restored. Make the movie hall pay for expenses incurred. And come clean on the tooth story with my mother when I meet her in India next weekend.<br /><br />To be done by: End Nov.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Task 3:</span> Take care of health. Avoid cold drinks. Alcoholic or otherwise (I've spent the last 2 days nursing a brutal sinusitis attack after sleeping on 2 mojitos dunked in ice). Run 3 times a week. Get back to meditation. 2 times a week.<br /><br />To be done by: End Nov. Once rhythm is established, try to incorporate into routine with minimal disruptions.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Task 4:</span> Get proactive about fixing things unmentionable here. I know there's a way around this situation. I just need to stop sulking about the negatives and focus on the positives.<br /><br />To be done by: End of year.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Task 5:</span> Keep up anything that is good about life. Keep painting, blogging, cooking and not driving away the people who love me.<br /><br />To be done: On ongoing basis.<br /><br /><br />There. Remind me of this if I whine again. I'm starting to hate what I'm turning into, so help me through this will ya?<br /><br />Good week to you too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-470439377898073920?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-78628436881635514842008-10-18T14:32:00.002+08:002008-10-18T14:34:43.882+08:00This is to officially confirm that by Friday the 30th of October, I will have a swanky new tooth that will look just like its sisters and brothers (?!?!?!). Apparently unless I let someone really close, they can't tell the difference. As of now, that would be ALL people.<br /><br />So. Hence. Therefore.<br /><br />YAY! :D<br /><br />*Also this Dr. Leong's clinic has the most god awesome dentist. My root canal didn't hurt one bit. If you live in Singapore, this is THE dental clinic for you :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-7862843688163551484?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-60915546262456237832008-10-17T22:28:00.003+08:002008-10-17T22:53:35.600+08:00I've had it up to *here* with flatmate issues, really.<br /><br />One has to leave brown muddy foot prints all over the bathroom floor while another has to insult me to my face on my birthday and walk away. One has to lecture me on how I'm being done a favor with the immense advantage my living arrangement provides while another has to do an unanticipated turnaround from close friend to cold foe in a matter of minutes.<br /><br />And for all that people say about how *scary* I am, not once have I had the courage to stand up to one of them and tell them they were being unfair or unkind, curt without reason or just plain weird.<br /><br />We're usually like that. The bitches that bark but can't bite.<br /><br />We holler and make ourselves heard in every work forum. We earn the titles that suggest harshness, cut throat attitude and a lack of heart. We're easy to judge and *figure* out. We're the ones who react instantly. Who lack tact ever so often.<br /><br />And yet we'll put up with all kinds of crap from the people who don't deserve to be put up with. Instead of asking them to shut up and take a hike, or to behave like a polite and decent human being, we'll meekly listen, assuming that being a pushover in this situation is making up for being a bitch otherwise.<br /><br />And with that last curt, bordering on polite email from my flattie, I was done. We've recently figured out a way to convey our feelings to one another without getting emotional. It's called email. I tell her to keep the dishes cleaned and at the corner of the kitchen. She asks me to leave my shoes neatly stacked outside the house. It keeps the emotion out of what can become a stupid emotional fight between 2 women. I appreciate it. That and the fact that she doesn't ever hold a grudge. It's a contrast vs. anything I've faced earlier.<br /><br /><br />And yet today I reached official breaking point. Our last few emails stayed civil, and yet the insinuations kept piling on. Each time I told myself to put up with it coz it's just a matter of some months until I move out, and I kept feeling worse about being such a pushover.<br /><br />But today, I wrote off a 3 page letter telling her exactly how I felt. About how, sorry but, she was just wrong about somethings. Without getting emotional about a single thing.<br /><br />The Penguin was SO proud of it. We almost decided to put it up here for how well it was written :) and then decided maybe it was too mean to do that. So we didn't. But I read my letter like 10 times. And felt good with every single read. For how, once in my life, I'd actually stood up to someone outside work without chickening out.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(No one at work will ever understand this part of me that carries guilt so easily. So I don't expect any cheers from them. But close friends know how I'll live with being miserable coz of things said to me by people and yet not say anything until I've reached breaking point. So if you feel like going all "haha, you? chicken?" then you're just not one of those people) </span><br /><br />For now, I just wanted to put it out here. Ms. Tic stood up for herself. And she's a proud girl for it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-6091554626245623783?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9881292.post-89354441655596383572008-10-11T16:45:00.008+08:002008-10-12T00:15:28.441+08:00As the earlier post alluded to, this has been one of the crappiest weeks ever. Physically, mentally and intellectually. Don't ask wise ass questions like "what's the difference". I'm pissed off enough as it is.<br /><br />Most recent manifestation of a bad week was when I woke up this morning to find that the fresh milk carton I'd painstakingly stored in the fridge <span style="font-style: italic;">(tea with any other brand/ kind of milk tastes like custard chai. I don't know if you'll even get it. But it sucks.)</span> had magically disappeared.<br /><br />Now I KNOW I'd had that milk only starting Wednesday morning coz my tooth was sore until Tues morning, and I KNOW a carton lasts me a full 5 days esp. when my flat mate is away <span style="font-style: italic;">(she is. it made it easier to manage the kitchen this week what with not having to eat leftover sambar for 4 consecutive days in an attempt to finish it without waste)</span>.<br /><br />My incredible powers of deduction hence lead me to believe<span style="font-style: italic;"> (Gawd. I'm reminded of work by the way I wrote that and it's bringing on a new wave of GAHness. ARGH.) </span>that the only person who could've accidentally <span style="font-style: italic;">(on purpose?)</span> thrown away the milk carton is my maid who comes in once every 2 days.<br /><br />And because of her stupidity, I had to gulp down 2 glasses of the only liquid there was at home - Cold Chocolate Milk. Although it might just help the cause of the very painful pimple that is appearing on my forehead, it did very little to soothe my pounding headache, the kind I've been waking up with throughout this week.<br /><br />=====================================================<br />There's times that you question your own abilities, ask yourself pointless questions like "why did I have to be constructed this way?" and revisit all former assumptions about your own strengths and abilities simply based on how rarely they've manifested themselves recently.<br /><br />Usually, these are times that one goes through for good reason, coz it leads to a nice kinda change post the baptism through fire. I'm sensing however, that this isn't one of those times. Simply put, I don't see an end in sight to the constant questioning of my abilities that I've begun to experience.<br /><br />And everyone knows that's pretty much the bane of a smart person. (Yes. I do think I'm smart. No shame in being honest about it.) To get to that point where they feel like all they do is make mistakes or not live up to expectations, coz they're usually fueled by the *belief* that they are smart, and hence having to question that *belief* so often is just bad for their well being, often resulting in a vicious cycle of "I'm pathetic at everything I do".<br /><br />I wish I could say I know how to fix this. But for now, I can only muster the energy to sigh about it. Maybe I'll get productively cracking on it soon.<br /><br />Maybe I won't. Or Can't.<br /><br />Sigh.<br />========================================<br /><br />I have incredible respect for people who say very little. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Unless of course it's someone I'm dating coz my annoyance with the exclusion from their life starts to override any respect the thriftiness with words might have evoked.)</span><br /><br />I have read frustration expressed (in many forms) over verbal diarrhea that people that subject others to. I used to be (not that I've completely ceased to yet) someone prone to talking a LOT as well. My 1st boss was a man who by his ingenious methods <span style="font-style: italic;">(read - develop impatient yet kind look on face when Ms. Tic starts pointless rambling)</span> made me curb the evil evil habit. It's one of the many things I respect him most for - being able to change me in a way that didn't make me feel smaller and made me want to get better all at once.<br /><br />And no matter what forum it is, I find that people are not only more drawn to listening to, but also take much much more seriously the words from the mouth of a person who is measured with delivering them. Sort of a less is more phenomenon.<br /><br />Do you ever feel that? Esp. at work? That you respect the quieter people much more than the talkative ones? Do you?<br />==========================================================<br /><br />I saw her again yesterday. At the bus stop. She got into a bus and we didn't make eye contact. We never do.<br /><br />Ever since we had that fall out <span style="font-style: italic;">(which i haven't spoken about for what - 1.5 years now?)</span> I've wondered if it's really possible to hate someone as much as she despises me.<br /><br />Now I don't LOVE an awful many people. But I've rarely hated anyone with a vicious hatred that I've been at the receiving end of. In fact the only person I can think of having hated muchly is this guy in B school who had this constant lecherous look about him and it felt sick to even have to walk past him coz you could sense that he was mentally undressing you. But really, other than that it's doubtful I've hated someone so much.<br /><br />You know the weird thing? Every bloody time I bump into her - at the coffee machine, at the elevator - and I attempt a smile, she looks straight through me as if I didn't exist. For all my alleged bravado, I've never once mustered the courage to ask her why.<br /><br />And here's the thing. Every one of those times I go back home baffled and admittedly affected by her behavior and <span style="font-weight: bold;">without fail</span>, that very night, dream about making peace with her.<br /><br />Every single time. About 4 times in all now.<br /><br />I'd try to rationalize that maybe it's a sign that I should try, but instinct tells me even attempting it is stupid and pointless.<br /><br />But then again, so weird to be affected so much by someone who doesn't even matter, just coz they dislike me.<br />===========================================<br /><br />I miss this stupid bird who has flown the nest from Singapore. When she was here, we'd have the coolest things lined up to do over weekends. Friday night cook ins. Wine. Movies at home. Bringing other friends over. Once a week I'd be gahed out by something and she'd make me dinner at home and we'd sit quietly and watch mindless TV. Weekends were filled with going to the library, eating out at nice places, going to the beach, even inane things like picking up Filmfare at Mustafa.<br /><br />Sometimes we'd get sick of each other and just keep the distance until the next morning when we'd make the customary call to plan the day. We shared the kind of proximity that lets you discover exactly what you love and hate about each other. That leads to fights that make you question if you'd ever speak to the person normally ever again and yet makes you seek the solace of their company when all else seems to be going wrong.<br /><br />She made life bright and sunny through a phase when I didn't know where life would go. Taught me how to smile through it all and crib my heart out for cathartic relief.<br /><br />I want her back.<br />==========================================<br /><br />I'm flying out on work again next week and you know what my biggest fear is? That my fake tooth will break and fall off as I unsuspectingly chew on something crunchy forgetting that the corner incisor is indeed fake and temporary!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(How do you communicate something as stupid as this to the people you work with and NOT have them fall off their chairs laughing at you? </span>)<br /><br />I need someone to remind me constantly. That is of course, when I do eat the vegetarian food they will sparingly produce to oblige me. Gah.<br /><br />==========================================<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9881292-8935444165559638357?l=unpredictable-mystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>unpredictablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04529471646372395784noreply@blogger.com7