tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210616492024-03-14T05:30:13.220+05:30Me, myself & my RuminationsTeller of Stories. Reader of Movie Scripts.Reader. Writer. Joker. Overanalyzer. Me. My Ruminations. My Stories.Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-81716274593599604572011-10-24T16:26:00.001+05:302011-10-24T16:28:42.643+05:301 Year On<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It's been a year since we moved cities. Last year on Oct 23rd, Saturday. When we left the crowd, traffic, heat and humidity of Mumbai for the crowd, traffic and fantastic weather of Bengaluru. I remember we had moved during Idea's campaign of "Now everybody can speak ------". It was Marathi in Mumbai I think. And changed to Kannada on the Bengaluru billboards.<br />
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So how has the last 1 year been for us?<br />
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We've encountered some awesome weather and some horrendous traffic. We've reconnected with old friends. And got a life. Mumbai was all about travelling to and from work, office in between and running to keep up, the entire week. And collapsing out of sheer exhaustion on weekends. But Mumbai also was friends and family and get togethers and never missing an important occasion.<br />
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Bangalore has been about spending more time with the better half. But missing the family back home. Bengaluru has been about setting up house and learning to cook half decent meals and figuring out when to call the gas cylinder guy home. It's been about the not half bad bus transport and the awesomely bad auto rickshaws. It's been about discovering Bangalore, mostly through our taste buds. Fortunate to have foodie friends we were introduced to the best places to square your elbows, from all parts of the world and both ends of the wallet spectrum.<br />
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I remember arriving here last October. When we drew out, on tissue papers, every new road we'd seen and tried to connect them to what we'd seen before. When we checked every new route on google maps. When we looked at apartments and met brokers and compared rents with Mumbai. When we moved in to a new apartment. When we cleaned and scrubbed floors, bought mattresses and one piece at a time, made it livable.<br />
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When we went to our new offices and discovered our way home. When we actually needed a sweater. :)<br />
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I remember waking up the second morning, standing in a friend's balcony with a cup of tea and surrendering to the cold breeze sweeping over me. I remember the feeling of adventure then, as we started a new chapter of our lives. And one year on, I'm thankful we moved to Bengaluru. Coz it has given me so much more than I had imagined that morning on the balcony. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-47416867728531855322011-06-21T17:43:00.000+05:302011-06-21T17:43:36.429+05:30Challenging my mind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I miss those people who challenged my ideas from cultural stereotypes to International Politics. Those men who could discuss literature as well as lathes. Those who could talk tech and explain french manicures. Those who believed - "So many Wikipedia entries. So little time". Where have you gone? </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-35017951695365124462011-06-17T15:18:00.000+05:302011-06-17T15:18:52.083+05:30Libraries?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have been contemplating changing my entire outlook to life. Or book buying as we call it. I am one of those wonders, who has a problem with libraries. Don't get me wrong...I love a good library and love to select books in one. My only problem with them is this - they want their books back once you finish reading them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Because once I have finished reading a book, I go back and keep it back in the shelf. Every once in a while, I open the cupboard and look at lovingly, bringing back the fond memories. I remember where I bought it from. Or how I came to know about it. I remember the first time in bed together and looking across at the book, the morning after.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After a few months I like to pick it up again and re-read it. On the 2nd read I discover so much I had not noticed the first time. I look forward to reaching certain passages I remember from the last time. And when friends come over to stay, I recommend certain books they can read based on genre, fiction, non-fiction, speed, etc. But only for the duration of the stay. I do not lend books. 'Nuff Said.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But lately I have been coming across different people extolling the virtues of this library or that. I have been hearing cries from different corners telling me that I should join a library. Mates have pointed out sooner or later, other expenses will take precedence, and I will have to sacrifice my book buying habit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Again and again, the library is being thrown in my path. Metaphorically speaking of course. And it doesn't help that a very good one is present, a stones throw away from my apartment. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Slowly I have begun to wonder if I need a complete refurbishment to my book buying outlook. A paradigm shift if you will. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Is it time I ask, to step over the threshold of a library?</span><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-22150423868809694292011-06-15T18:28:00.001+05:302011-06-15T18:28:45.294+05:30Reading Austen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I just started reading </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Classic Jane Austen : Complete And Unabridged.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Jane Austen is not a writer to be taken lightly. That is apparent from the fact that the book weighs 1.24 kgs. It's like lifting one of those weights I pretend to exercise with while staring at myself in the mirrors of the gym. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So its not a book to can curl up with on the sofa and hold above your head. I'll dare you to last more than 5 mins. It must be treated with respect. It's a book you need to keep on a table with a cup of coffee by your side as you read and re-read that complex beautiful prose.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'd ideally like to be seen reading this, like Meg Ryan in "You've got mail". Sitting by the window of a coffee shop, bent over the tome, oblivious to the world walking by [unless of course tom hanks passes by].</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Instead, I read it in bed. Weight on my elbows, book on the pillow. And I read out sentences that strike me, out loud to the hubby. [Yes, I know you are going to leave me soon if I continue reading Austen out loud to you.]</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But then I realize that really, Austen's lines is made to be read out loud. When one sentence lasts 3 or 4 lines long. Where words must never be less than 3 syllables long. It's a reading exercise that sounds so beautiful when read out loud. With the right enunciation and the right pauses, it is a beauty to listen to. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some of Jane Austens characters will always remain etched in the memory. Elizabeth Bennett, the brooding Mr. Darcy [pause to swoon here], Edward Ferrars...and I hope to make this list longer once I finish reading Austen.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Until then folks. 'Tis a long road ahead.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-57390686806062233942011-06-15T17:55:00.003+05:302011-06-15T17:56:46.491+05:30Not yet History<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Someday I would like to read the troubled history of India-Pakistan relationships with the advantage of hindsight. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to ever become "history".</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-76751473350997332562011-05-02T16:21:00.001+05:302011-05-02T16:21:35.198+05:30Possessed by PotterMania.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On April 5th 2011, I posted that I was on a mission to read all the Harry Potter books. With this intention I had begun to read on 3rd April. Today on 2nd May 2011, almost exactly a month later, I can now announce that I have completed all 7 books of the HP Series.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It has been a difficult month. I have not been able to get a full night's sleep. I have had to drag myself to office. A strange power took hold over me. I would not, I could not let go of the book I was reading. I was a woman possessed. It was frightening. It was a absolute test of will power to keep the book down and cook dinner. I would stand over the stove with the book balanced on the water jug. And when the tomatoes were frying, I was reading. When the curry was cooking, I was reading. Many a onion of have been sacrificed at the alter of Harry Potter mania. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is a intense, all consuming relationship that I have had with these books over the last 1 month. I had to take a break between books just so that I could live a normal life for a day. It has been incredible, tiring pouring all my energies into the books. I have been breathless with excitement - willing myself to read faster so I could find out what happened next. My brains have been addled as if by magic. But I have survived, risen from the mist - whole but without purpose. What do I do with my life now that I have finished all 7 books. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And as some of you know, from the 4th book, the scar on my forehead started hurting very badly. The dark Lord had returned. I withstood the pain through the 4th, 5th and 6th book. And now after finishing the 7th book I am at peace. </span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">...come now, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure</span></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-34880684377296482462011-04-05T19:35:00.001+05:302011-04-05T19:42:30.999+05:30Succumbing to the Harry Potter phenomenon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I started Sunday morning with a emptiness inside - withdrawal symptoms after the Cricket WC2011. With India reigning champions and the celebrations and the shouting done with - suddenly you asked yourself what you would look forward to.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">S, a friend was brainwashing me slowly with her continued shock that I had not read Harry Potter (To put the record straight I had read Book1 and have seen all the movies to date). But I had not read all 7 books. And this was shocking! I like to consider myself somewhat of a bibliophile. And like to pretend I'm an elite one at that. So if some of the accomplished literati I have read about, shun the potter-mania, I feel, as a faux literati, so must I.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But then I reasoned with myself, that as an example of its genre, it was supposed to be a shining one. And must one really be so true to ones fake self? Such deep thoughts were inspired by the glorious peans sung to the Potter books by the said friend. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I succumbed with a very vague promise to read all the books. And that brings us to the 2nd part of this story. We were hanging out on Brigade road on Sunday evening - and our aimless walking took us outside Blossoms.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh you've not heard of Blossom? Aaah, dear reader you do not know what you've missed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blossom is a book store on Brigade road. Inspiration struck and I realized I could pick up all the Potter books at a bargain at Blossom. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3 floors high and packed floor to ceiling with books, books, books. There are dozens of shelves on every floor chock a block with books. And not just new books. Blossom also sells Used books. In fact its called Blossom - Home of Used Books. Every sqare foot of space in Blossom is filled with books. Of its a fantasy come true. And they have one of the widest range of books you could have. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So we ask one of the men on the 2nd floor for the Potter collection in Used books. And boy did this man know his books. Remember I already had the first one. So he found me the 2nd, 3rd and 7th. And promised to have the 4-5-6 ready in 2 days. And now comes the kickers. For the 3rd book he had handed me a India published - slightly used - in great condition copy. But then as we were looking around he came back with a UK edition used copy - which he said was very rare to get here. Of course it being India and all. Oh,it felt like such a find. Like it was a treasure I had come upon. A secret. So I came away with 3 Potter books discounted. Used - with the previous owners names - it is so much fun to imagine who they must be and how they must have read this book. And a very special UK edition find in that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lets back up in the story in a bit. Once I had made that vague promise to succumb to Potter Mania - I though I might as well re-read Book 1. To get a sense of continuity. So here's the reading progress so far:</span><br />
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Handsome, debonair, witty, classy. The man who taught us that life was about having a grilled red snapper at one hand and a glass of Glenfiddich at the other. The man who taught us Marketing Strategy, Customer Relationship Management and a whole lot more. His case study of a single guy trying to find a woman in a b-school using targeting of a customer group and marketing strategy, was legendary. He brought out a passion in the class that made his lectures incredibly exciting. He always asked piercing questions, forcing us to think beyond the superficial clichéd answers that we were ready with.<br />
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Cool enough to use phrases such as <i>foreplay </i>and<i> getting laid </i>in class, he was a stickler for getting facts right. If anybody made an assumption that the market was going to grow by 5% (as MBA students are prone to do) - he'd cut the student down to size by sarcastically asking him to be ambitious and assume 50% growth. Why stop at 5%?! He'd then point out how the market growth rate was mentioned in the case study on the 3 line of the 5th footnote on page 23. Didn't we read the case study?! He taught to us to always, <i>always</i> read the fine print.<br />
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Mirchi was the one who encouraged us to opt out of the placement process - begin a start-up, take risks. Most of us were too chicken to follow your advice Sir.<br />
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I still remember Mirchi's stories of his time in Jamshedpur. How they had defended a boy who eloped with some girl from a rival college. How they'ed stood up to knives and switchblades. And how they were all now respected professors, deans of colleges and much more refined men. He had lived, and how!<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He had the girls swooning over him in class. I wonder if he knew that the women stared open mouthed as he leaned back on the table and expounded about a case study. I think he's the one who started my fascination of men with french beards. Thanks to him - I'm instantly attracted to any man in a french beard. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My husband, to this day is convinced that when he gets older, he will as handsome and debonair as Mirchi and will have all the girls swooning over him. Ha!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He could sit down and have dinner, lunch or mebbe just a glass of the good stuff with a room full of students who were half his age and still talk to them as equals. He was a friend, a mentor, an inspiration.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Sir, you have left behind a whole lot of ignited minds and broken hearts. RIP Mirchi.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-69640495631155304982011-02-24T15:08:00.005+05:302011-02-24T15:12:51.959+05:30Mysteries and Boarding Schools...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She was racist, sexist, caste-ist, elitist, xenophobic and incredibly politically incorrect.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But she did define my childhood reading. Her books were my childhood. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The love for boarding schools began and ended with Malory Towers. Whatever the realities of boarding school life, to me it was a world of midnight feasts, and lacrosse games and the scatterbrain Irene who loved Maths and Music. A boarding school would always have a firm but loving Matron who gave you disgusting syrups when you fell ill. And it would have a pool surrounded by rocks and filled by the waves from the sea water. And it was always have silly girls like Gwendoline Mary. I still have my "First Term at Malory Towers". It was my book to read during breaks from engineering exam studying. And is still my book to read when I go to my folks home to stay.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't remember much of St. Clare - but I just checked Wiki and it brought back memories of the O'Sullivan sisters. You had to be a Malory Towers of St. Clare's staunch loyalist. You could not love both. It was like Sherlock Holmes vs. Hercule Poirot. Sooner or later a 12 year old girl's gotta pick sides.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Of the various adventure series, Secret Seven wasn't much of a draw. I guess if forced to choose I'd be torn between The famous five and the five find-outers. I am kinda partial to The Five Find-outers because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><i>The Mystery of the Burnt Cottage </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">was my first "big girl" book. With that book I moved from Noddy and Bed-Time stories to books which were paperbacks (not hardcovers), much thicker and the font was much smaller. And more importantly, it didn't have pictures in it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"> </span> I still remember how proud I was when I had started reading my first Five Find-outer book. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My 5 year old niece now reads The Bubbles series and The Peter and Jane series. I recently bought her "The Cat in the Hat" and "Green Eggs and Ham". But one thing I know. She still reads and loves her Noddy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know all the new editions have tried to remove the inappropriate language and contexts. I hope that allows a whole new generation of readers to enjoy the magic of her books without the stereotypes and racist remarks.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She was racist, sexist, caste-ist, elitist, xenophobic and incredibly politically incorrect. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But she ignited my love for reading. And for that, I will always remain grateful to Enid Blyton.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-79983254465698544662011-02-18T14:12:00.000+05:302011-02-18T14:12:26.760+05:30The non-story about a car<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've been wanting to watch Do Dooni Char for a long time now. It began, because of well, - Nitu Singh & Rishi Kapoor - you'd be crazy not to want to watch them. It seemed like it was going to be one of those sweet movies that warm the cockles of your heart - remember Rishi and Dimple in Pyar Mein Twist. Anyways - that was my initial reaction to how I hoped the movie was going to be. I read some rave reviews - some reviewers who I respect and follow. Then ofcourse it was majorly acclaimed at the various awards shows as the small movie that made a difference.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So all in all I've been wanting to watch it for a while. I finally got the DVD (yes, an original) from a cousin. Unfortunately she gave it a bad review. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That was it for the hubby anyway. Always wary of my choice in movies (I tend to watch even the dumbest rom-coms) - it was the final nail in the coffin - and his mind was made up that it was going to be a ghastly movie.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So last night, as we sat down for dinner, I forwarded the suggestion that we should watch Do Dooni Char with dinner. Ofcourse all the hubby's defenses were up and blistering. And he reminded me about the one bad review we had heard. But I was not to be dissuaded. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Besides which I had <s>watched </s>sat through 3 (or was it 4) Rocky Balboa movies last month - I don't remember whether it was 3 or 4 - they do tend to blend into one another. And to top it all I had also sat through a viewing of the crappiest movie ever - The Book of Eli... all for the hubby. (Marriage...you sigh. Only one TV I say)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyways, in view of the supreme sacrifices I had made last month, it was only right that he give in to the demand, nay <i>suggestion</i> of Do Dooni Char. So with much sighing and posturing on hubby's part and excitement on mine, we started watching Do Dooni Char.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">By "End of Disc One", he was in tears... that there was a Disc Two that had to be watched. And I had to whimper-ingly admit that it <i>may</i> have been a bit boring. By the end of Disc Two, my heart shattered and hubby's apparent glee at the failure of the movie, I had to admit it that it fell way short of my expectations - and was in one word BORING.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is going to make it much harder to make him watch the DVD of Dhobi Ghat I've managed to get. With the reviews anyways being less than favorable and Do Dooni Char not living up to my hype - it going to be an uphill climb convincing him of the next movie I choose for us. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh... I almost forgot about the World Cup. Good-bye movie watching....sniff sniff.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-87494978847707936772011-02-17T17:25:00.002+05:302011-02-17T17:27:10.750+05:30Airport Bookshops<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ive been having a run of bad luck with the last few books I've bought. Or actually the last few times I've visited a book store. I hardly ever come across an interesting book and have been sorely disappointed during all my sojourns to book shops high and low in the last few months. And the one or two times I've grabbed courage with both hands and picked up a book that looked half interesting, let it suffice to say - I never managed to get through even half of it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But it all changed this week. And how!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Was travelling with the hubby and we were at Mumbai Airport's Terminal C. [As an aside, that terminal deserves a whole separate post dedicated to it - but that's another day's writing]. With hubby also fast becoming quite the book junkie, once we past security, we made a bee line to the book store. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was almost expectant of another disappointing hour, but boy was I wrong! In the first 15 mins, I had already short listed 3 books:</span><br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Stephen Fry in America: I've been hooked on to travelogues since Bill Bryson - and add in Stephen Fry - who really is the wittiest man on British television [Have you seen QI?!] - the British wry humour and I was sold!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">East of the Sun: Notes from the NorthEast: By Siddhartha Sharma: It was a travelogue. Described as quirky. And I really needed to increase my travelogue reading to India locales. Otherwise I'd feel like such a fake.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Case of the Exploding Mangoes - It was a fictitious account of the story behind the assassination of Pakistan's president Zia-ul-haq. It had South Asian Politics, Mystery and was supposed to be dark and satirical. How could I put it down?!</span></li>
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">See, before we go ahead, you, dear readers must understand one thing. The hubby dear is a chief proponent of ecommerce and he believes with fervor that books must be bought online. Something about getting 20-25% off. He may be right, but it just doesn't feel the same. So I try and buy most of my books online. The savings and all. But once in a while I get uncontrollable urges in book shops and then I cannot leave without buying the book.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So after much puppy faces, puffed cheeks, batted eyelids and the works, after which he was ready to buy me all the 3 books himself... I decided to be a nice girl and settle for just one book from the bookshop to tide me over the plane ride back home. And would buy the other 2 online.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ofcourse then the heart breaking decision of "which book was to be bought" needed to be made - really folks its like choosing between your kids...I finally decided on "The Case of the Exploding Mangoes", paid for it and immediately dove nose first into it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the next 3 days, I have barely surfaced to breathe. But with office, food breaks, some sleep and such... I finished it in 3 days. And what a page turner it was. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fast paced, funny, satirical portrait of Pakistan's military leadership and their bloody history. Its a political thriller, a dark comedy and a South Asian story - all rolled into one. Go read it!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-42647267076145184322010-09-07T18:34:00.000+05:302010-09-07T18:34:44.706+05:30Vedic Truths in Corporate EnvironsGoal Setting --> Mithya<br />
Compensation Letter --> Satya<br />
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...this is what I understood from my current book on mythology...<div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-68196227720817705472010-09-07T18:33:00.000+05:302010-09-07T18:33:05.655+05:30Quotes from The Balloonists"Bubka of Bullshit!"<br />
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"...he is high on the fumes of his own bullshit..."<div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-57110903922745436942010-08-06T17:37:00.000+05:302010-08-06T17:37:06.004+05:30FB photosWhy does it feel like if you don't have photos uploaded on FB you don't have a life?<div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-88559096548389053322010-08-03T21:02:00.000+05:302010-08-03T21:02:33.981+05:30This is what gets me through office<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"After writing an angry email, read it carefully. Then delete it."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">From <a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/post/188246629/389-after-writing-an-angry-email-read-it-carefully">here</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-60096508561305074252010-08-03T20:58:00.001+05:302010-08-03T21:04:08.466+05:30My best bet was you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Sometimes your best bet is to bet on him." </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Hat Tip : <a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/post/246148285/410-sometimes-your-best-bet-is-to-bet-on-her">Here</a></i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-33262545744485540042010-07-28T14:28:00.000+05:302010-07-28T14:28:21.530+05:30Crossing the creekIt's a little late to be writing about the Mumbai rains. Also very very long hiatus from writing itself - but lets leave that to another day.<br />
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But what prompted this post was my daily train journey.<br />
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What makes the entire journey to office worthwhile is those 5 minutes when the train is crossing the Vashi Creek. The sea is choppy, half draped in fog. The far away hills of Uran (?) are almost hidden. You can just about make out their shapes. The wind - it blows! And how! And as you turn around to look back at the direction you came from you see the towering skyline of Navi Mumbai form a background to waters of the sea.<br />
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And there is some beautiful song playing on the radio.<br />
This is what makes my train journey all worth it. Those 5 mins of crossing the creek.<div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-78577534751964686012009-08-17T23:37:00.006+05:302009-08-18T03:55:05.926+05:30SiddhuFrom being a paunchy chubby little boy who hid from his mom and ate chocolates and cheese in the stairwell to being a confident , go getter 21 year old young man...Siddhu its been a pleasure knowing you.<div><br /></div><div>I watched you become more aware of your family and as a responsible young man to be relied on in the time of a crisis. I watched your love, your caring and helping nature as a brother, a son, a grandson, a nephew, a friend.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have seen you come into your own as a person. I have admired your sense of discipline, your self motivation, your intelligence, your sense of hard work, and at the same time your sense of fun and enjoyment.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am proud of all your achievements at academics, in sports and in relationships. Your every award has been well deserved.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have seen you figuring out your individual set of morals. As you will experience more of the world and more shades of people, I feel confident that you will grow into your individuality with ease.</div><div><br /></div><div>As you head out to pursue new horizons, all I will say is:</div><div><br /></div><div>CALIFORNIA BABY!!!</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-48544827176758021842009-06-25T02:40:00.004+05:302009-06-25T02:46:48.954+05:30The day that wasJune 25th<br /><ul><li>The day TK was born. Happy Birthday gurl! May you receive alll the happiness in the world and may you reach every one of the goals you set yourself. I'm proud of you.</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>The day I met A for the first time. My best friend. My love. My hubby. Aeeeyyyy! Where you came from?? </li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-23662471279218695402009-06-01T15:33:00.001+05:302009-06-01T15:35:03.256+05:30Status Messages:<div align="center">A status message I read:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Be the kind of woman that, when ur feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, "Oh Crap, She's up!"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-45006708517543353352009-06-01T15:21:00.005+05:302009-06-01T15:30:45.930+05:30The secret, the monk and I<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">My book is on a bestseller list! My book is on a bestseller list! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ok. So its one story in a compilation. Still. Its on the rediff bestseller list. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">And look at the company I keep! </span><a href="http://books.rediff.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">http://books.rediff.com</span></a><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoxjGScwCrsdsjsnsDFs0nbgz6Qfcd4Mb5yA5h_eALa_EmW-cagX7Yc6BGG0djNTZT287zRPybEshg5uTPcG0jyXD9BI-zBGyyviB7VxbRpAOoez6th4droe8CeKnuZSJsmZs/s1600-h/bestseller_mine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342296432261352882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoxjGScwCrsdsjsnsDFs0nbgz6Qfcd4Mb5yA5h_eALa_EmW-cagX7Yc6BGG0djNTZT287zRPybEshg5uTPcG0jyXD9BI-zBGyyviB7VxbRpAOoez6th4droe8CeKnuZSJsmZs/s400/bestseller_mine.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-81260443844169312602009-05-18T10:50:00.005+05:302009-05-18T11:02:27.774+05:30The convocation that was...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was reading a post this morning that spoke about convocations and commencements and what you take away from there. In my convocation 3 years ago...</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I remember the girl who gave the convocation address in my bschool but not much of what she said. I do remember the look in her eyes. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I remember the award I received, but more clearly I remember my father standing and applauding madly when I received the award.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I remember the boy who I walked with in the convocation march and sat next to during the convocation. My friend. Who was there at my wedding to see that I don't fall off when I was carried in to the wedding and who smiled proudly at me and A after the wedding. Who stood by to see I didn't fall off. During the wedding, or years earlier in school. Thanks N.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I remember the people who were there and still are.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-69446117940296362082009-05-18T10:44:00.004+05:302009-05-18T11:01:57.159+05:30This year so far...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I haven't written about any of the great things that have happened this year. But here are a couple of the major milestones:</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">My short story got published in a compilations of Short Stories - Inner Voices</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I got married to my best friend, who as I live with him, I grow to respect and love more each day (You mean much more than I could write in one bullet point or one blog post)</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Heres to a great year ahead as well!</span></p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-92159300983161853542008-10-15T15:54:00.001+05:302008-10-15T15:58:41.715+05:30Big Hair Bands!<div style="text-align: center;">You gotta love the 80's music!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newromanticsmalta.bravehost.com/80s%20fashionista.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://newromanticsmalta.bravehost.com/80s%20fashionista.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">...if not the fashion!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21061649.post-36792734388898092052008-10-07T14:02:00.001+05:302008-10-07T15:51:22.658+05:30It's time to rhyme...again!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Palin, Palin</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">White House calling</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">V.P. or Prez</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"He's 85!", she sez</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">****************************************************</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">They got a small car</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"It's our land" was the cry</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Mamta protested, Jyoti begged</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In the end, TATA bye-bye</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">****************************************************</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Lehman, Morgan on a street named Wall</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">AIG, Wachovia had a big fall</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">All the 700 Billion bailouts and all of Bush's men </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Can they put Wall Street back together again?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">****************************************************</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">9 nights of dance</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Skin, clothes and some romance</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Beauty treatments rise, I-pill sales daze, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A shiny back is the latest craze! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">****************************************************</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I also write at http://chroniclemaker.blogspot.com/</div>Nanditahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430089295231103794noreply@blogger.com2