So I had another crappy day at office. Which got crappier when it got pitch dark and I was still at work (well, it was just 4 PM but still ! Indians aren`t used to staying in office 'der raat' tak :D).So I go for my I`m-pissed-with-work-with-life-with-everything fix at the mall just to take my mind off sick 'n' styoopid office politics - doesn`t work. Come back home, switch on the radiator, plonk myself in bed, dial S up and off I go - like a kid who is straining against his mom`s grip in a toy store and is suddenly let go. S listens to me , never interrupting, ever generous with well-timed Ohs and aisa kyas and hmmms. While im on this tirade I do get these faint alarms of 'there`s something else I needed to speak with S about .. something important' which get auto-snoozed as I retch and double up over another bout of verbal diarrhoea. At one point I sense that my lips have gone dry and throat is parched so I reluctantly take a break and take a couple of gulps of water and then it strikes me - a much petrified S had got a Root Canal treatment done that evening and a picture of a swollen face nodding 'hmmmms' and 'ohs' flashed in my head making me feel like an absolute dick (that I think I pretty much was in those entire 45 minutes of non-stop ranting about how miserable I am, in this miserable country in this miserable weather in this miserable city with a miserable boss and down with a miserable pre-fever sore throat). Selfish selfish selfish ol' me ! And my darling S - The quintessential 3-am bff :) and ... oh yeah who also happens to be the husband by the way :) It soon is going to be 2 years of being 'Mr. & Mrs. Neogi' and I think by now I pretty much know what the next 20 years of being a missus to this man are going to be like. The types who sit up late in the night lending a patient ear to inconsequential rants about inconsequential things in life. I remember hissing a completely off-track 'why in hell aren`t you a CEO already !' to S to which the reply is an indulgent 'See, I`m this lazy bum who needs to stream and watch Bigg Boss every night and wake up and have tea and marie biscuits in the balcony and play Temple Run while on the pot and watch SaReGaMaPa Bangla with Maa and analyse US Elections with Daddy and look up recipes for Peri-peri chicken and yeah needs to clock in a coupla hours over phone with you.Such a lot to do ! Where do I fit in a CEO into this !

Have I landed a keeper or what !! :))

Friday Ruminations

Lotta stuff goin on in my head ... Need to clear it up a bit .. Shall resort to u my faithful blog as a Pen Drive for the time being .. ummm.. on second thoughts u need to gear up into a decently configured Hard-disk to take the onslaught thats gonna hit u ..

Note : None of the stuff is inter-related or correlated or guilty of any kinda relation existing among them .. So please bear wimme and no .. Im not suffering from temporary dementia :)


- Have got this new-found fascination for bangles .. huge wooden ones and delicate glass ones. Love the sound when the latter clink together..has this newly-wed feel to it . Dig the punky hippie look the former imparts. Always knew there`s a rebel and a daddy`s sweet lil girl co-existing within me .. Pray for this harmonious co-existence to prevail .. every single day .

- How do you explain blowing up 2.5 grand on fancy innerwear while being completely aware of ur hopelessly single status and the obvious foolishness of the impulse buy !
As they say .. Shit Happens .
As I say .. I make the shit happen .. drag it by its ears n make it happen :|

- Im riddled with this inexplicable urge to become a Mom .. Someway .. Somehow . Why can`t it be a standalone feature of growing up ? Why does it have to wait for a humongously expensive social showcase of a rite called "Wedding" to happen before it does? Becoming an aunt has filled me with a sweet mellow kind of happiness. Smelling the lil ones head , watching her yawn and smile in sleep has strangely made me aware of the existence of beautiful untarnished goodness on this planet. This tiny being stands for an entity that is all pure n white , no traces of greys .. blacks don`t even feature newhere in the vicinity. Being with her makes me feel responsible and vulnerable at the same time .. makes me feel happy for no particular reason .. makes me aware of that elusive feeling called 'Unconditional Love'... Pray tell me , why should I be deprived of experiencing this purest of all emotions just because Im not wearing a fancy black beaded necklace or a red powder smear on my forehead.
Beats me ... totally !

- This is for the girls out there. Its a chilly breezy evening on an almost empty stretch of road and ur riding pillion with this person u adore to bits riding right infronta u .. inches away .. nay perhaps centimetres away ... U wanna snuggle up to him and hug him tight but you can`t ... All you wanna do, when he attempts a steep swerve is to close your eyes and hold on to him but it takes the self-restraint of a Lhasa monk to hold yourself back ..
And why ??
Coz it aint right, coz its aftermath is gonna be awkward , coz it would 'complicate' things ...
A hundred such voices cram your head and there ... that tiny glimmering flame gets extinguished before it could even burn bright .. and there you are left out in the cold .. literally and figuratively ..
Now girls , What do u DO in such trying times ! Wait till he drops u off at ur apartment gate and then flash the most brilliant of fake smiles at him ?
Kindly enlighten me on any other relatively exciting plan of action , if any ..
Preferably without the asterisk mark and the disclaimer in fine print below stating 'Conditions Apply'..


"You Never Know what`s round the corner .. follow the rules and you won`t get burned."

Came across the above somewhere ... Just wanted to know whether there is a corollary somewhere for people who don`t mind getting singed ..
A little heat did no one much harm , did it ?!