Friday, July 22, 2005


can't believe its friday already. would say that the week has just flown past, but don't want to be a cliche'. have got some kind of pinched nerve in my back, and it is absolutely killing me. it happened yesterday, as i turned quickly to do something. my mom told me to roll around on the floor - did that, but it doesn't seem to have worked...on the plus side, it was fun rolling on the floor - gitanjali thought it was a new game, so she was rolling around as well, and she dragged moo (my husband) in, so all 3 of us were rolling on the floor. now for those of you who don't know, i live in a small flat - so there's not really that much place for 3 people to roll around in, one of whom is a 2 year old, who insisted on going in the opposite direction.

we were solicited by some lady yesterday to buy gitanjali some kind of starter encyclopeadia (with mickey and gang pictures in it) which cost 3k.

i always avoid these things, and run and hide at the first sight of direct sellers, but moo loves the whole shindig. he will just sit there and entertain the salesperson, and he really falls for the whole gig, anybody can sell him anything - which means he actually inspires the poor salesperson to believe that not only has he taken the bait, but that he's going to purchase the most expensive thing on her list with frills and cherries on top...then he will suddenly recall that he has a wife/partner in the office, and he will call me in on the meeting - by this time the salesperson has already mentally spent her commission and thinks i am coming in for a quick intro preliminary to signing the cheque. she/he will inevitably be drooling slightly. never before in their wildest dreams have they met a sucker like moo

i then walk in - they think i look like a pushover. i listen to them v. impatiently, and tell them "no, no - we need to think about this first. we will let you know", and walk off before they have the time to close the mouth (which has fallen open in horror!!!) tsk. tsk.

anyway, i end up doing that all the time, and had to do it again to the poor lady selling this reading set yesterday. felt bad for her, but what to do? sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do...i keep scolding moo and telling him not to do it, but he is like jelly in the hands of salespeople. whenever i let him loose, he comes back buying some idiotic thing, just to make them go away. he went and signed both of us up to be amway dealers, and didn't tell me about it at all - he didn't have the pamphlets, the catalogues, nothing. happily hid it from me - all the while, i was wondering how come i was getting monthly magazines from amway. finally, almost a year later, when we moved office and i was packing things up, i found a whole bunch of amway stuff -which is when he told me he had paid for a one year membership (family membership, mind you) to get the salesguy off his back!!!! AAaaaaaargh!!! never bought a thing while he had the membership...anyway this is typical of him.

so there you have it - i confess i am a squisher of direct selling personnel's commission dreams...altho' if i had the reading set, gitanjali would know that elephants tramp or march, rather than walk...

oh, well. life goes on i guess, or perhaps i should say that it marches on...although this week feels like its been on fastforward...

Monday, July 18, 2005

just finished off gitanjali's birthday celebrations. my baby turned two on 12th July - its amazing how fast she's grown up. so anyway, the festivities started on 12th july, and only ended yesterday....oh dear. by this i guess you can safely deduce that i like partying - so true baby. i do, i do....

we cut a cake on the 12th in the office - everyone had party hats, and ajeet came by for the cutting. the actual moment when we sang the birthday song was one for the videocam. gitanjali's mouth was wide open and she kept turning her head to look at everyone singing...too cute, but my digital camera was having an off day and couldn't capture it - she was moving too much..padma and mahes got her a doll house in the evening, so we played with that on days 2 and 3. my mom baked her a cake as well, so there was a repeat performance of the head turning and the gaping mouth...

thursday we went out for dinner, kavi, shan, gitanjali and i. friday was shopping day for the bbq on saturday. saturday was the bbq to celebrate her birthday, and sunday was opening all the presents, playing playing playing and eating loads of birthday was also fish biryani with sham and alysha. v. yummy.

Monday, July 11, 2005

potty about you

Oy! i'm reading...

sunny baby

One of my favourite pix of gitanjali - she was 6 months old when this was taken

Friday, July 08, 2005


going to go out for dinner with the girls from office shortly. gitanjali is in the office today, and it has been fun. she gets more and more fun daily. nowadays i never feel alone, because i have my own gang with gitanjali. we do stuff together, and when i have a rare fight with husband, i am never alone in silence - as used to be the case. life goes on being wonderful b'cos she's there. perhaps its because she's so much like me - she's an extension of my personality, and she likes system of a down and casabian just as much as i do...

but then again,its not as if i'm someone who really feels alone or despair or cheerful personality. have always been to the exasperation of those who love me most. apparently its really annoying to have someone who consistently fails to panic or despair...went to india with my mom and really pissed her off b'cos i was not worried that someone would catch us (2 women alone in a strange land) and rape/murder us. you will be glad to hear that they didn't, but it still pissed her off...

my mom is someone who gets stressed about everything. never figured out how i became her daughter. having had gitanjali who's just like me and finding it so fun, i wonder how my mom managed with me, who's totally opposite to her...

Thursday, July 07, 2005

am back for short visit

realise that i have been neglecting my public. can't remember when i last posted anything here. surprisingly i still have a public. somebody visits me everyday from the us...amazing. its just that i am so busy and in between i seem to be the only one keeping the office blog running that i hardly think of this little baby.

life has been pretty much routine around here. have attempted to inject some life into it by:

putting in new bookshelves at home, and rearranging my books. feel a deep sense of satisfaction that i have so many books. realise after doing this that i truly am some kind of obsessive possesive personality. the fact that i own things makes me happy. the fact that its mine, mine, mine, AAHAHAHAHA!!!!! have always been like that but have fooled people around me who misguidedly believe that i am a generous person... feel really strange when i realise that gitanjali is exactly the same. she goes around declaring "This gitanjali's, mine" and she thumps herself on the chest (ala tarzan) as well while she's saying it. everyone looks at her, and says its so typical of an only child, but i know that it's me.

have also gone and bought two pots of petunias, which are hanging off the balcony, waiting for some really windy day, when they will be swept off and brain someone below...they are gorgeous. one is a deep purple and the other is fucshia pink (really donno how to spell it - every variation looks wrong. fuchsia. so wrong).

planning to highlight my hair ( going to try the bimbo look again. works for me)

piercing gitanjali's ears. poor baby is now in pain, b'cos skin peeled off...feel terrible about it, but what to do? tis what being a woman is all about. might as well do it now. But really, i truly feel awful about it. what to do? she needs earrings...anyway, i go on like this in my head for the better part of the day, but scarcely feel better about it..

Sham's pregnancy initially motivated me into attempting to get pregnant, but good god! am totally demoralised by the way she is suffering. Suddenly remember that for the first 3 months of my pregnancy i was totally and completely useless. used to come into the office and sleep on the mattress on the floor, with my phone next to me. used to only get up to eat or throw up or both or to take urgent calls from despairing clients. How to go through that again? am finally back to svelte body (okay, so svelte is an exaggeration, but have always wanted to be svelte. this is my blog, so i can very well be svelte if i want to be...). have nice independant woman once more. can consume alcohol again (do you know if i get pregnant, it will be 27 months of no alcohol? aaarghhhh!!!). have been clubbing occassionally. can sleep through the night....

i really don't know whether i can do this. will keep you posted....

book review

one hundred years of solitude - gabriel garcia marquez

wow. i feel like falling at this guy's feet, and saying i'm not worthy..... such. a. brilliant. read.

go beg, borrow or steal (or possibly buy) it NOW, and read it immediately.... loved it.