tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47832974696846406232012-02-01T03:39:49.058+05:30A medley of emotions, an assortment of thoughts, a collage of happenings .... just about anything that I wish to jot down into this tiny corner of cyberspace and make it my own...SGDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11313702624756588109noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783297469684640623.post-49776669780963317902009-07-08T23:55:00.004+05:302009-07-09T02:33:14.457+05:30

Tagetty Tagetty Tag!!Two more I have in my bag.Groaning and moaning,though thought of postponing....Knuckled my head, told myself to go ahead.As has been said, long ago in the past...."The wise does at once what the fool does at last"Wise I am not; but as a fool to be slot!!!Oh what a shame.....I dont wish to be defamedSo here i am, trying hard to rhyme....Off on a jig, grunting like a pig...."

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Just a few hours and the suspense will be over!The countdown had begun weeks ago....The hows, the whos, the markets, the wallets, the masses, the classes....the talk is ON !!Well, with the kind brouhaha created over the budget over the past few weeks, with any and every news channel airing something or anything and predicting, speculating, analysing with the different or same sets of experts, the

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This is a Tag I had received ages and ages ago from Naperville Mom of Ponderings of a Porcupine. Kept pushing it to the back of the cybershelf and then conveniently forgot all about it!A fews days ago, a blogpost by a co-blogger regarding the same tag restored my amnesiac memory. Well, the chronic procrastinator that I am, again considerable time was spent dilly-dallying ..and now finally, here I

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Just back from my weekly vegetable and grocery shopping with heavy bulging bags and a much lighter wallet.I have this habit of keeping a note of my daily expenditure in a diary. While turning the pages of the diary to make today's entry, the diary opened to the date 12th May 2007, when I'd bought, amongst other things, 10kgs rice for Rs.150 (@Rs.15/kg) and the week's vegetables for Rs.163.

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(This is not a travelogue...it's just glimpses of a wonderful experience from which I havent yet recovered)Coinciding leaves and holidays of two and a half individuals is always a headache….the half is a teeny weeny three and a half-going on thirteen opinionated young lady!Well, we finally managed to squeeze in a weekend and a bit more of free together time! A quick planning, hurried booking and

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When some friends I'd never met in my life knocked on my (cyber) door and my mailbox to enquire about my absence and well-being, my heart swelled with joy! Man is a social animal and loves being loved and missed. The cause of my absence? A few hectic days in office, followed by an almost impromptu but much needed short break where we consciously decided to stay away from the cyberworld (be it

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"The world is full of women blindsided bythe unceasing demands of motherhood, still flabbergasted by how a job can be terrific and tortuous. " - Anna Quindlen Motherhood...the most wonderful yet difficult of all responsibilities taken up by a woman.....the creation and nurturing of life, the shaping of a personality and the grooming of an individual.Joy, ecstasy, anticipation, trepidation and

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Since morning the television is blaring and SD is glued to the set, devouring the statistics of wins and losses, as the presenters, commentators scream and holler into their microphones! Television in the morning is something I just am not fond of! I like my mornings peaceful and serene...maybe a raga or soulful music playing in the backdrop while I sip my tea and glance through the crisp fresh

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The D-day is almost round the corner!With the arrival of the new uniforms, new books, crispy brown paper rolls, my excitement knows no bounds!!I can finally take a long breath and state that the raving, ranting and tension of the past few months (here and here) are officially over. There was some confusion, nail biting sessions in between when we had to choose between the two schools into which

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Lately I've been awestruck and impressed [and a wee bit envious too!!! ;))] of the latest blog templates being flaunted by my blogger friends (here, here and here). They are arty, fancy and creative and oh-so-much better than BLOGGERS' boring and limited options. But when I go to the same sites, nothing seem to impress me enough. All the good ones have already been taken!! **sob sob sob**But I

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As the phone screamed out, shattering the afternoon stillness, I had no choice but to receive it. At least to stop its deafening cacophony. The sleep induced dazed mind was brought to consciousness by the high pitched voice on the other end. It suited a heady teenager more than a mom of a preteen. It was my friend R. I responded groggily, my Sunday slumberous intonation clearly giving away my

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Hate is a strong word. I don’t use it often. But in this context I am using it … or rather my heart compels me to do so….No, not a person nor an object nor any food. I hate something abstract.. I hate a certain period of time. I hate three months in a year….for their bleakness, for their uneventfulness, for their all-work-and-no-play nature. I hate the months of May, June, July! And my hatred has

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The world's largest democary goes to the polls today onwards ...to renew its tryst with destiny, to reinculcate its faith in the power of its people, to shape its destiny, to give it leaders who will dare to think, to implement and empower a nation where its intrinsic diversity shapes its unity!When an astounding 750 million voters are eligible to exercise this right of democracy, an evolved

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Shubho Naboborshe shokolke janai priti o shubhechha!Today being Bengali New Year's Day, I wish you all A VERY HAPPY BANGLA NEW YEAR!!Picture : greeteasy.com

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Every Saturday morning I am in a horrendous mood to put it very mildly!While I wake up in the normal ungodly hour and drag myself into the drudgery of everyday existence, SD and AD are blissfully asleep. Believe me, all kinds of nasty thoughts flit through my mind ... thoughts of how to shake from their slumberous stupor into complete wakefulness!! But the honourable wife and mother that I am (or

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"Everybody has a summer holiday Doing things they always wanted to"..... crooned Cliff Richard half a century ago.And I couldnt agree more.....Summer Holidays or Goromer Chhuti were indeed the favourite and longest of all vacations during our growing up years. An almost two month long break from school, studies and schedule. Cousins coming over from different parts of the country. Lazy afternoons

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Putting her to bed and making her sleep is a perennial fight! Various strategies, carrot dangling, and more often than not a whack succeed in making her succumb. Yesterday night the tussle was on in full swing, and AD was at her crankiest best, throwing a tantrum so that she be allowed to watch Jungle Book. I tried to calm myself and instead of the light whack strategy, decided to 'talk' to her.

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AD’s playschool cum Daycare Centre has been recently acquired by a franchisee run company. In its previous avatar, it was a Mom and Pop establishment ..an informal setup with excellent infrastructure, lot of space, warm and friendly teachers and care givers and a high standard of hygiene. In its present and more glamorous avatar, it has assumed a pseudo corporate getup! Amidst the various

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Death is a full stop. An end of a lifetime, an end of dreams, aspirations.What stays back are memories, slices of life....of moments shared, of funny times and sad.In a lifespan of three decades and a little more, not that I have spent a lot of time with him. A short holiday now and then during childhood, another few days scattered througout my growing up and grown up years were all that I spent

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Millions of years in the making....smoothened and polished to perfection by the ravages of the elements. Cradling the cycle of life on a miniature scale in its nooks and crannies. And a mute witness to the birth of a city, its growth, its political turmoil, and again fast paced heady rediscovery and growth of the modern times! And then the silent bystanders were blasted away..silenced forever

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Reproducing a mail I received from a friend JHUMPA GHOSH mailto:jhumpa.ghoshray@gmail.com), closely associated with NGOs working to promote sustainable livelihoods in communities in and around rural and semi-rural West Bengal and upliftment and improvement of their life in general.They have taken up a cause to come to the aid of children who due to various circumstances have to put a halt in

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I was reading an article on Women in Workplace and how glass ceilings are being shattered here-there-everywhere. During the past few days, the media has done its bit to woo the fairer (?) sex. Advertisements on Billboards, television channels, print media and so forth... On women, their progress, their achievements and also the flipside of it all....their backward subjugated role in a major

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Just couldnt not write about the traffic police of the city after sharing roadspace with them for almost 2 long years! They are a strange lot. Almost docile, followers of Gandhian principle of non-aggression and non-violence, Policemen here (in most cases) are caricatures of their profession! They dare not fine a lady driver, despite her violating many a sundry traffic rules for which her male

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An email which left me sitting still on my chair for I dont know how long. An email about a little girl of 11 years. An email about the girl called 'HAPPINESS'**.HAPPINESS is no more.....She was my ex-colleague's only child.One day of fever....normal at any ageConsulation with doctors the next day....normal routine whenever someone isnt wellDeclared dead within 15 minutes of 'checkup' (the staff

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I've been busy! Not the busy busy, but silly busy, but still busy!!Confused? Of course you are.....I started a new blog on COOKING!Ma was pleasantly surprised as I was never famous for my LOVE for cooking like she or most women of my family are.But the idea was triggered when I had to make a particular dish which I had made only once before but couldnt find the recipe when I needed it the most...

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AD is down with fever since yesterday evening. So I am at home today trying to keep a physically down but high spirited 3 year old entertained. When I realised that it may be a bit more than just fever as she was throwing up whatever she was eating, took her to the Paediatrician who apart from prescribing a few medicines, prescribed some blood tests. A petrified me shuddered while remembering the

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Adieu Babyhood, Welcome Girlhood!Today I'm a wee bit sad. Yet happy. Strange we are and strange are our mixed feelings which more often than not defy logic!Today my baby shed the last remnant of her babyhood. The thrill was there indeed but a twinge of sadness enveloped it.AD has been an early talker and a coherent and logical one at that. At the age of three years four months, she not only

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A mundane activity like an enrollment into an online community 'Mom Bloggers Club' brought back a rush of memories...I was never the maternal kind though I always loved babies. Others' babies... My cousins' kids, friends' kids, the neighbours' kids. Till I was well into my twenties, the thought never occured to me as to how I would react to being a mother myself. However, contradictory though it

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We humans are a complex lot! But that is exactly why we are interesting. Human psychology or the way our mind functions is a fascinating and infinite subject.You would wonder whether this again is a new whim of mine...to study the human psyche! Mysterious, fascinating and tempting as the prospect may be, I am well aware of my limitations and I do not think I'm cut up for such a mammoth task. True

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A writer's block we've heard of!! But a blogger's block? What's that?? Well....When bloggers like me, who have nothing earth shattering to write about, who just blabber away whatever comes to mind, who love indulging their latest whim of blogging, are at a loss of things to say, that is, I guess, a BLOGGERS' BLOCK!! The problem is I want to blog but my grey cells up there arent co-operating...

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I am tired of writing 'my daughter' and 'my husband' whenever I mention them in any of my posts.Hereafter, I'll call them AD and SD respectively. These are nothing but the initials of their names!

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This, as is evident, is not a FOOD BLOG.This is a space where I indulge my WHIMS and WISHES...mollycoddle them and pamper them to the hilt. While browsing through the blogosphere, I came across this food blog - Sudeshna's 'HERE I COOK' which had an event called 'HARVEST : THE FESTIVAL OF RICE'.Suddenly a brainwave hit me and I thought 'Why not?'I had a post on a similar topic (RAMBLINGS..) a

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STATUTORY WARNING: this is NOT a science blog nor a socio-political one…these are the thoughts of an ordinary person with only the layman’s knowledge of astronomy and evolution. In an infinite and ever expanding mystery we call the universe, teeming with a billion solar systems containing countless planets, satellites and creatures who may or may not exist, who are we? Where do we figure in this

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AcFy5386, aBc123, zzzooouuty, 58756, 9975…. And the list goes on!Wondering what these alphanumeric gibberish are all about?THESE are MY identities. My name, my credentials are meaningless if I do not remember these…these numbers hold the key to my whole existence...be it access to my bank account, cash withdrawals, bank details, investment details, viewing utility bills, monthly bill payments,

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Remember my blog entry on School Admissions?Well…the tension has now reached a peak.The actual interviews / interaction sessions have begun. And my worst fears are all coming true.* For 30-40 seats, there are about 1500 applicants, if not more.* My daughter’s unpredictability is on the rise.School No.1: She refused to say hello. And that’s not all, upon being offered candies, not only did she

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At the onset wish you all a very HAPPY NEW YEAR! Albeit a belated one..Had been away from blogsphere the past three weeks. Reason? Nothing in general....didnt have the urge to peep into my cyberden. Not that there weren’t any topics to discuss....Lot of events took place, especially in the India Inc scenario..and the skeletons continue to tumble out even as I write.. but I guess more than enough

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Busy, crazy, hectic, stressful. Some adjectives describing my life and yours!Domestic chores; surviving unruly traffic on potholed roads; deadlines, grumpy bosses & difficult subordinates in office; scouting for good school for kid and her admission tensions, participating in her various games & activities, attending birthday parties; entertaining guests, socialising on weekends...Wooof!!!

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In India there is a myth….which may also be interpreted as a joke. That when you conceive your baby, you register her/his name in the school or playschool of your choice to ensure admission a couple of years thereafter. That it is a myth or a joke, was a misinformation.It is neither... Well, at the most it is an exaggeration...but definitely not a myth neither a joke!I realized this recently when

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Last night I cried.No, I was not struck by tragedy. Neither was any member of my family and friends…for which I thank God!We are unharmed by the horror that ripped apart so many lives and shattered hundreds of families. But still ...despite being apparently unscathed, I could not stop my tears from flowing....I cried while struggling to put my three year old child to sleep.I cried looking at my

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There was so much angst, sorrow, disgust to express ….but I had no words.Stunned, we watched the devastation unfold ‘live’. The sheer audacity, meticulous planning, the cold blooded killings of hundreds of people by young boys just out of their teens, left the whole nation and the world speechless with horror. Who were these people who had no qualms, no conscience and were daring enough to not

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First and foremost - Thank you all...for all the wonderful words of praise and encouragement that you've sent my way... I had been away from blogsphere for almost a month.... A month which had started with the anticipation of Pujo vacation, followed by Pujo shopping. Then came the cleaning and washing spree - a must-do before the festive season sets in...so what if the festivities are not

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The City of Pearls and Nizams, forts and monuments, dotted with lakes and rocky hills... Steeped in history and culture, here the confluence of multitude of religions rendered it a novel charm of harmonious co-existence. Life was graceful and slow-paced. ‘Tehzeeb’ and nawabi etiquette were true to form in all strata of society…be it the lowest rungs or the upper echelons of the social

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A mother of an almost three year old, life in the past three years has been a roller coaster ride of amazement, wonder, exasperation, anxiety and tests of innovation & imagination..My little girl is a veritable chatterbox who, every morning, starts talking with her eyes closed, even before she’s fully awake…She was an early speaker and by the time she was two years old, she just about repeated

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Sunday evening...Pujas just a fortnight away. ..A true blue bong has to finish her “Pujor Bajaar”!!!The realization dawned that I had to do my Puja shopping and HAD to do it TODAY as days for my Calcutta trip were literally numbered.Four hours later, I was back home, with bulging carry bags and a much lighter wallet.With swanky malls sprouting in every nook and corner of almost all neighbourhoods

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Here I am in the blogsphere ..teeming with thousands more...carving out a little space for myself in this virtual universe called cyberspace.But why exactly am I here?? Frankly speaking...I dont know....it's again one of my whims. I am not here to sermonize, educate, or for that matter for any larger than life issues or any social cause.I am just here to see what it feels like to have a virtual

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