MellowDrama

I dream up stories every night and when I pray, I only concentrate on requesting the Gods to give you a safe and sound passage into this world. I have also become highly superstitious. I no longer check out stuff for myself or even for daddy dearest but for you guys. Last night we went to fun Republic, that is a multiplex near our home. A multiplex is where you go watcha film, eat and shop. So I went into the stores that stock clothes for kids like you will be. I saw this cute little pink skirt with frills with whcih i fell in love instantaneously. I also saw a pair of shorts and an adorable pair of jumper suit in green colour with a frog sitting neatly near the shoulder. We will pack you both in something like that for your aunt's wedding. Oh! didn't I tell you about it? Your aunt will get married in coming February. February is the second month of a new year. We all are looking forward to your arrival and then your aunt's wedding. It will be so much fun! We will all dance

Well the kids saw their first ever flick in a theatre yesterday night. Bheja Fry- the movie, the cast, the screenplay, the background music rocked. Lovable he is not but Bharat Bhushan grows on you. The very sight of Asif Merchant is repulsive but his James Bondian ways and sulky face on discovering his wife is sleeping with someone else earns him huge laughs and some sympathy as well. The movie is largely shot inside a room and a couple of shots have been taken here and there- at a car dealer's showroom,a bus, a recording studio etc. The effort that the director and the writers have put in to noticing the details of how babus function, the small things that bring them joy- make the film touching. You understand every character completely by the end of the film and can predict Bhushan's next move. He is one of those people who genuinely want to help others without waiting or wanting to know how they may do so. Vinay Pathak as Bharat Bhushan is just amazing. The movie is aptly t

How does it feel to give a call to your patronising ex-boss and hear him praise your current work to earth's end and then tell him you are just incorporating all that you have learnt under him. Great!!! I must say. Just happened with me. It was so much fun. I could not stop giggling. What a kick man!

I saw this over some website ya on flickr and liked it. this title gives you the freedom to write anything. i dnt know what is happening inside me but its nothing very comfortable. My tummy makes unheard noises and i feel so sleepy all day long. i have never liked to cook, now i detest it all the more because i cant tolerate the smells and the fumes and also because i dnt feel like anything that i cook. joints at my hips have become super loose and i think my legs may fly away in different directions. at times i do get a little scared but then the reminder of how badly i wanted babies puts me back on track. shall come back for the rest later

My maid was regaling me with one of her fights with her husbands. This one less violent than the others in terms of the topic. She had packed potatoes for a meal for him. She had forgotten to serrve him some sort of curry or dal. The man cribbed that when she was fasting she treated the rest of the family with contempt. And so we launched a lengthy discussion on how careless we women are with ourselves rather than treat our men and families with contempt. While fixing a meal if anything, say for eg dough, finishes we don't tell our men/families to eat a chapati or two less to save for ourselves rather make do with bread or left-over rice. Tell a pregnant woman that she should include iron in her diet for the benefit of her to-be-born child and she won't ever forget to eat that. But tell it to her otherwise or say that it would do your body a great deal of good, she will come up with superb excuses tro have forgotten. Are we women plain, simple stupid?

Everything is so temporary. Everthing is changing. Nothing remains same- the moment you realise this you will be happy. I tried to reason with myself along these lines yesterdy night but today in the morning when I had to put it in practice I failed miserably. When I was told that the only trainee left has decided to leave I was shocked. The intensity of the shock was very rude. It hit me hard and I had thought I was beyond being hit so hard. By the evening I had managed to pacify myself. What helped probably was removing the 'I' from the entire situation. The trainee had not quit me, she had quit the paper. The trainee had not behaved disrespectfully with me but had cribbed about the organisation. She was thankless to the opportunity of work and learning that she got here and not to me. In the end, that is of the day, I realised the wisdom of my earlier attempts and decided that it paid to be distant and detached, especially from the breed called the trainees.

I saw Black Friday, last Thursday, on my birthday. I mentally prepared myself for a lot of blood and gory details, chappals strewn all over the road, limbs, wailing men and women, lonely child- kind of images. I was carrying a tissue with me to keep the tears in check. I had even taken a few deep breaths before the film began. BUT…I was speechless through the entire length of the film. It did not evoke any pity or pathos. The film told the facts as they were. It did not take sides, rather it said so much of both the sides. The best thing about the film is that it said much without speaking. I am not talking about messages. The message is loud and clear and in the very first frame- ‘An eye for an eye makes the entire world blind.’ I am talking about the way the scenes were constructed. Inspector Marya’s angst, Badshah’s distress and disgust with running from place to place, the hotelier who kills his family and commits suicide after witnessing the harassment meted out to two Muslim wome