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My longest absence ever from BB is due to the happiest news till now for me. I am a proud mommy now!! I had a tiny little baby girl.

I don't usually indulge in speaking my comments about a movie unless asked, because each movie can have a different feel for different individuals.. But now, I make an exception.

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I was down with severe cough n' cold and my husband took a day off to get me some med advice and to cheer me up ( Coughs n' cold have an eerie way of putting me permanently in the lowest dumps of moodiness). My usual doc took an emergency leave from the hospital just that day and true to my character I refused to meet any other doctor.. So he then took me for a movie.

I would not spoil the fun of the movie by speaking about the story or how it progresses, but I would strongly recommend it to everyone who appreciates fine cinema. If I ever said Hrithik can't act, I take it all back. The direction, the story line, the story progression,the dialogues, the climax, the songs, the dance, the cast, screenplay everything is impeccable. Though it deals with a serious topic, it also effortlessly manages to bring humor throughout. It aspires and succeeds in touching the hearts of the audience without any melodrama. The characters in the movie hardly shed a few tears throughout the movie, but the movie touches the audience in a way that most of the crowd that flowed out consisted of women with kajal/kohl smudged eyes and red eyed men.

I usually prefer to watch such movies in the privacy of my home where I can let my emotions loose without having to bother about others. Yet, I would have missed it if I hadn't watched it on the big screen.

Its one movie worth making an advance booking for, standing in queues and carrying some tissues along, yet come out happy of the time and money spent on it. Highly recommended.

I am still struggling with the blues of cough n' cold. But that day the movie did work wonders on me. The yapping, growling me somehow turned into the loving wife I am. If not anything else, the movie told me how precious life is...

Its again been a long time since I have been here. Not that my BB or the wonderful blogs I follow have been forgotten, but because there happens to be just 24 hours a day; and I nowadays find that just not quite enough for everything..

However for the next two weeks am on complete bed rest, so I have a lot of time in hand. Not that am allowed to pick this laptop and sit for the while that I type, but if I don't do it now, I will start feeling unbearably guilty.

Though it means double work and too much of patient care-taking on my husband's part, he is being a wonderful sport and doing it with such love that am seriously moved. I can be very difficult to manage when am sick and its astonishing to see him coping.. Never knew he had such huge stock of patience. Love him for it and everything else.

In the past 2 days since my "complete bed-rest" has started, reading and writing has been quite difficult. After several years, I am rediscovering the Television. While my hubby goes to office, the Idiot box gives me constant company.

Now, my house gives the hint of the typical 'old school' household. The hubby at office, wife at home watching tv. The inevitable conflict the TV brings with it too is now here. However this post is not to elaborate on it, I shall get to it later.

I have been hearing about Hindi serials for quite a long time for their impeccable dressing, make up, accessories, good looks, everything but a good story. So in moments of nothing to do, I have been browsing through serial -laden channels.

Wow!! What a surprise. People wear heavy sarees, with heavy necklaces, long diamond earrings, full-blown makeup to bed. Daughter-in-laws ALWAYS wear ghunghat (a traditional way of covering their heads with garment) at home and the protagonists are always from upper middle class or rich families. There are always joint families, at least one or two member of which are constantly plotting to make life difficult for the others. The good ones are usually the ones who bear wordlessly every torture meted out to them. The wicked ones are usually the one wearing blue or violet eye shadow. I wonder why???

I wonder how people can ever think of girls sleeping in sequin laden sarees and heavy kundan jewelery sets with heavy make up? I have hardly known any girl in my acquaintance in any social level of society to do so. I wonder how the new times can be depicted where the girl lives a casual lifestyle with western wear and as much freedom as guys; but the moment she gets married, she turns into saree clad, ghunghat adorning, jewelery shop window-piece, full of either goodness or full of evil.



I wonder how? I wonder why?? I wonder if its just a simple lack of imagination, creativity or a show of dogmatic conservative ideas. Whatever, the idiot box has put me thinking on quite idiot topics, but anythings better than complete bed rest. :)

Here's my very first blog post...


“LIFEISNOWHERE”.

I got this as a sms and I read it as ‘life is no where’, a split second later I realized it also read ‘life is now here’.
I tend to brood over things a lot, so I kept pestering my mind asking if I was a pessimist. In normal life experiences I am quite optimistic. I always felt it is better to be like that-the more we frown at life the more life frowns at us. Then why did such a negative outlook creep into my reading.
Maybe am used to taking life in its smallest form that appears before me. That’s how life has always been for me. The issue at hand is of utmost priority and the consequences are often not quite thought about. I do think about them but maybe not as much as usually any sensible person would; for many times I have regretted my decisions. But that however helps me least in changing for good. I always enjoy taking what life brings-good or bad. I feel it adds to my life’s experience…
I need to have some real good life excerpts to relate to my kids in future. If I can’t learn from my mistakes, someday at least my kids can learn. I can reduce that much of trouble for them.
My parents come from a very conservative family, especially my mother. My dad did have an adventurous life (in comparative degree with my mother’s), But however it isn’t of much use to me. Two reasons-1). Being a girl his adventures can’t help me quite a lot as even in these days girls do not get the freedom boys of those days got(in south India) and so our situations in life would be quite different.2). My father dear has never been very expressive about the faults he committed in life (just a typical man).mothers are usually quite useful in relating their stories of adolescence and the mistakes they made. The intention is absolutely not to degrade themselves but to save their kids from a similar situation. But my mother was an innocent darling who never got the opportunity to commit mistakes (except maybe marrying my Dad, which again was not her mistake; her parents’ mistake, which she has been happily coping with for the past 30years). Yes, she has been able to guide me and my elder sister from mistakes she has seen others commit, just as I learned to avoid punishments watching and avoiding situations she got punished for.
See, how a small sms can put me on to think all this…… I cant restrict myself from thinking.
I can request my friends not to send me such provocative sms ……
What do you think????? Let me know.

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Link to my first blog post : Life Is No Where?

All married men I know show major regret on being married.
All married women I know,are eager to list out uncountable 'solid reasons' why unmarried days as a spinster were bliss.
There is a very very small percentage of people who don't grumble about being married.




If marriage is that awful, what in the world do everyone get married for?
Or is there an unspoken rule about saying no good of marriage; a rule to forever frown over your coexistence with another person?