That's me!

Living a mundane life in Mumbai suburbs, preoccupied by ho-hum day-to-day concerns, here I am penning my thoughts and opinions on everyday choices one makes.
I have a very strong opinion about beauty, fashion and life in general.Wait a minute, by fashion, I do not mean the serious commercial fashion that goes on, on the ramps and fashion magazines. I rather mean fashion that refers to smart, functional everyday dressing; dressing up your part for the everyday life, taking everyday challenges head-on and effortlessly.
Moreover the true meaning of beauty, when your hormones start acting lazy with age, is more about the person you nurture within. Vanity is vain!
Like if I have to travel by the Mumbai metro in the peak hours my outfit for the day, the bag that I carry, the shoes in which I scurry need to be happy pieces that allow me to do all that effortlessly.
I really think hard before I spend my hard earned money on clothes, bags, shoes , cosmetics or vacations. 
I am the besotted child in google teacher's class and do not like to leave any stone un-turned, or any keyword left out , while I do my searches.
There I am ! As real as anyone of you.

Each day is a celebration!

Early morning weekday scene: The daughter, all of 10, is getting ready to celebrate Teachers Day in the school.
She chooses to wear a comfortable cotton palazzo set . I am pleased with her choice. After the morning rituals, she slips on the dress and adjusts it carefully.She is now trying to tie a knot on the side of the dress.
I am watching her from the side. I offer her help.She politely but firmly refuses and continues with her effort.
I insist on helping her but she puts away my effort.
I realise it is best to let her do it her way.
I am pleased that she is growing independent in small ways and big.
She does not need me as much, and too soon.
A riot of thoughts in mind. I sort out each of them and emerge as a happy mother.
Wasn't this what I wanted? 

Words ... they are such powerful little beings. They can hurt , they can heal,they can anger, they can excite. this reminds of a live poetry recital I attended a few years ago. a celebrated poet was speaking " a poet , like any other artist, expresses himself through his craft. but for a poet this job is particularly tough because his medium of expression are "words"- a medium that almost all of us use in our own unique ways. Creating novelty out of this certainly calls for skill... Godgifted "
He was so right when he said that.

The chirpy sparrow, the golden beams hitting the window sill, and a ready-made hot cup of masala chai on a quiet morning... what can good life be more than this!

blogging...joy

life is always beautiful...just tat it takes a while to realise.sometimes the saddest things happening to u lead to the realisation that life is much more than just this.blogging truly helps to view life from so many angles...and so many facets of life come alive...i am newly discovering the joys of blogging.hvent met yet but so manny of them, fellow bloggers are already a part of my daily life...archana at rang decor,parul at bringing up adi or shilpa at aayis recipes.

all things bright and beautiful ,creatures great and small.....was how my school prayer went