Happy Nappy Time

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 have so many little posts -to-be in my mind, but with a little imp to handle making time to eat is an achievement. Oh but its such an awesome phase and where else do I share my happiness. Plus its high time my baby said hello to her blogger uncles & aunts................ 

More to come sooner than you think. 

P.S: I almost forgot, we have named her Durgalakshmi & call her Devu at home

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Guzaarish

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.



                                             www.guzaarishthefilm.com

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...

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People & Lessons Learnt From Them.


Savithri Nair; my mother
In my life, she has been the personification of a lifetime of dedicated care; giver of - dos & don't s, a wonderful yet absolutely free service with lavish free dabs of nagging, grumbling,advices. Yet someone I know can't bear to see me cry.

G.K.V. Nair; my Dad
He taught me that unpredictable people are harmless and just as loving & to predict the unpredictable for best results. He gave me my first lessons in male ego, discipline and obedience.

Radhika Nair; my sister
She has been an inspiration,undying motivation and a guide.I have learnt from her that fights don't make any difference to love.

Anil Nair ;my brother-in-law
He taught me that gifts might not always come with the kind of wrappings and frills you have always wished for; but are gifts nevertheless.

Olivia
She taught me that death can be an end to bad things but also an end to a lot of good things and that it can affect several people around - connected and unconnected; in ways no one can predict.

Maria
Just because a person is my complete opposite; someone who does everything I'd never want to do, someone whose thought processes go in a complete different directions;it does not mean I shall hate them. This female has survived several very serious disagreements & fights (read screaming and shouting on top of our voices at each other;after which I'd settle in my room ready to burst in tears while she would call up her random friends and make sure that i hear each and every giggle or laugh she has sitting in her room), happens to be everything I'd tell my children never to be,yet manages to be my friend I care for n love like a sis. Though two different poles, we just need to look at each other and know exactly what's going on in the other's head. She taught me that differences are immaterial in friendship.

Nidhi
My best friend since childhood with whom some petty misunderstandings led to a 9 year separation.When things got normal, the 9 years just melted away in nothingness. She taught me that life gives second chances when the mistakes are unintentional.


My G'
He is teaching me several things now. But most importantly, that two very different people can in some strange ways be very alike and survive together happily; if there is love involved.Another thing I learnt from him is that even the most short-tempered guy learns unbelievable patience post-marriage.


The Indian Society
To keep my nose in my business, because otherwise my nose becomes a hell lot of an irritation to others.




There are a lot more lessons worth a mention here, but I push it to another day and another blog post.


P.S. : Thanks to all my blogger friends for the concern & love. Bed rest over. Am absolutely fine now and back in the battle field..





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I Wonder How ???

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. :)

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Hullaablloo

My recent absence from blogosphere was not my first, neither was it my first time with a valid reason ; nevertheless, I have never  had a stronger reason.

I got married on the 5th of May 2010.


Isn’t that reason enough??

Being "Encaged" for about a year still did not give me enough time to be prepared for “my” marriage. Thus, the last minute preparations and “things to do” vouch for my absence just before my marriage.  However settling into a new family, travelling, moving to a new place, a new nest and making it “our home” claimed most of the time after the marriage.

Though an exciting time in itself,  I could not help but miss  blogosphere throughout. Apart from not updating Banter Battery, I missed out on several posts from all those wonderful blogs I follow..

Now, that being a thing of the past, I am back and with so much to write and so much to catch up with.
                                       us:He in shirt no.2; me in sari no.2 (dreading about sari no.3)

In the meantime, my good friend- an awesome person & also insightful multiple-blogger (The Wandering Minstrel ) awarded me the mind blowing blogger award. What more could I have asked for?

Again, I will not be able to name specifically any blogger but all the blogs I follow qualify for this. So, if I follow you, am passing this award on to you so that you can pass it on to bloggers you feel worthy of it. No tags, no rules, no conditions.. Just smile :)

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LIFEISNOWHERE

My friend Ekan has included me in a blog game, which I found quite different and kind of worth doing compared to most other tags.. It requires us to re-post our very first post and to seek views to find out if & how we have changed in writing style, thoughts, as a person, et al. I must tag 5 blogger friends to do the same. But just because I feel that the tag is an awesome exercise , I pass it on to all the awesome bloggers am following.


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?

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Need Your Views/Opinion

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?

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