potpourri 13

So my head’s bursting with events and things that I am itching to write and yet, somehow the inertia to do so is lacking. Then again, am a spontaneous blogger, so no matter how nicely scripted a post is in my head, there is no guarantee that it will see the light of the day coz well, I may just suddenly get all impulsive and write on whatever it is that’s piqued my interest at that moment. Like that last “merely players” :|

Like this potpourri. Am stretched big time today. I’ve been on the road all day jumping from one place to the other using my home as a rest stop to fuel myself and the rest of the clan. I have 35 minutes before I leave for the event that I’ve been waiting for since a few weeks. Yet, what do I do? Instead of relaxing from the hot sun and the flusters of the crowded mind, I sit here tapping away a potpourri, while the pasta is boiling. Yeah, am weird like that.

The various posts that I should really get going are:

1. The SPB show’s review. It was excellent. I even have all the songs performed written down. IR rocked all the way.

2. The ARR show’s review. It was good. Will say more in my post.

3. The incredible adrenaline driven beading I’ve been doing for three full days. It was like as if the world bead supply store was closing down and I had to go have my fill! Started off to send it to someone and now have at least 7-8 designs that am actually quite thrilled I created them myself..

4. The evening’s show that I have been asked to write a review on, which will happen earlier than rest as that’s time sensitive I guess.

5. The insanely numerous pictures I’ve been clicking but not organizing. :|

6. My life. The peaceful calmness that’s taken over me since a week. It’s incredible. The clarity, the the assurance and the feeling of being in the right. Contentment so to speak.

7. Review of Raavan (hindi) – I actually liked it, and yeah, feel free to sue me.

8. Review of this book am reading – See Paris for me. (am a little annoyed at it (very unfortunate), but am hoping I’ll change my pov, coz am only halfway through..)

9. Go-Green post that’s 95% drafted since a week!

10. So much more on music, and dance and the occasionally amusing and interesting people I run into.

Okay, I’ve crossed the desi margin for being officially late. So toodles.

potpourri 12

Lots going on, as always and so many things to record, so many more things to do, ones that need immediate attention, and ones that have been waiting patiently:

  • Son turned 13 over the weekend and now am officially a mom of two teenagers and one toddler (is a 5 year who thinks she’s a teenager still called a toddler?)
  • Never seen the son so excited about a birthday. Guy’s planned it out to the tee with the help of his sister and we have been asked to provide food and shelter for the loud 13 year old guests. Manage-able is what I think.
  • I became an aunt again! My niece appeared over the week after much apprehension and now I can’t wait to see her. Thanksgiving would have been a good time to visit, but driving along the interstate on a long weekend has never been a favorite, so maybe we won’t. A tad disappointing.
  • It’s heartening to see the daughter get into the spirit of “track”. Conditioning, and sprints, workouts and abs training, – everyday, a part of the routine to build stamina, energy and spirit. A decision am glad I nudged her into and something she’s warming up to – a lifestyle sport – that’s what I’d like to call it.
  • Days are running into weeks, and the year is slowly coming to an end. So many little clips fly past within earshot. Vacations are being planned, flights are being booked, the mood is setting in, and there is an apprehension in the air. One that I always face, what with not knowing what to do with ourselves.
  • Am hoping to stick to the gym again. Winter somehow seems to motivate me more than the nicer weather of summer/fall. It’s cold, dreary and dark, yet, I’ve managed to haul myself despite the tight evening schedules. I’ll see how long I last.
  • The to-do list is growing too long. So long, that I threw one away and started afresh, hoping I’d be able to cut back some of them or better yet, forget them, but the sneaky things crept back right in!
  • I so badly wanted to take my camera and get some fall shots, but the one weekend I could, it was raining and cold, and the next day the leaves turned brown. Disappointing, now I need to go find some winter shots. Hope it rains ice this winter! Oh okay, at least once? So I can get those stalagmites. stalactites!
  • Was planning on doing a photo calendar as gifts for family. Any good recommendations?
  • Why doesn’t it ever feel good no matter what decision one takes with respect to work-life balance? As much peace as I make with it, there’s always a pang, a shortcoming, a feeling of unfairness. As a friend humorously put it “we are never really happy in whatever situation we are put in. maybe that’s what keeps us going?” I agree.
  • I feel lackadaisical. Maybe it’s the winter blues. Which also explains why am sleeping a lot. Hibernation.
  • When you leave a voice message (which I rarely do), what do you expect the person to do? Call back? Without listening, or after listening. Write or text back saying – okay, got it, bla bla, and then some kind of action, or reaction based on the voice message? Ever heard of “I heard your voice message. It’s nice.” ? Yeah, I got that. Nice? Really?! Made me wonder if I unwittingly sang a song or something? In a way am flattered, maybe my voice does sound melodious after all! ;-)..and o, am still waiting for the call back. Something tells me it ain’t happening any time soon.

potpourri 11

Out of the blue I remembered that I had this series up here and when I checked it’s been close to 10 months since I last wrote one of these. Considering that recently tons of stuff has been happening and I have no inertia to make each into a full blown post, figured little snippets would serve the purpose well.

  • 5 in 5: So the countdown’s now at 5 lbs to lose in 5 weeks. I have no idea how I did not gain any considering I’ve had 2 cham-chams, a sizeable piece of wedding cake and then 2 kozhakottais just over the past 3 days! Either way, I’ve decided not to sweat this out. It’s crazy times and I’ll just do what I can and will and the rest will fall in place. A runner-colleague guffawed when I told her my fat percentage. Then she asked me if I was using that thing ‘you hold in front of your body at arms length’, and then she laughed some more. According to her, that percentage would put me at a very unhealthy level, which I wasn’t. She did a guesstimate with a number I can most certainly live with for now. Rest can wait.
  • Wedding: A colleague got married over the weekend. She’s originally from Poland and she and the boyfriend had their nuptials in a Catholic church this Saturday. They made an amazingly handsome pair and everyone thought so. Was the first time I attended a wedding at the church here and I was suitably excited. I get all cuckoo about weddings. So I dragged the family out all dressed in our best Sunday clothes and it was a beautiful serene lovely hour’s ceremony. After 20 years I was actually standing in a church and said the “O Father in Heaven” Prayer and remembered it word to word. That’s a joy :) The reception was even more fun and for the first time the husband and I were the only desis at a party/gathering as far back as I remember. It was nostalgic most definitely as the last was in Brussels. The few Polish cousins who came down for the wedding were an absolute hoot! There was the completely vagabond-ish-I-don’t-care-attitude the Europeans carry with them, from the way they walk, to dress, to dance (something that the conservative Americans can most definitely learn a bit from) ..and o my gosh, can they boogie?! One Richard Gere look-alike and his wife did this hilarious robotic fast-paced Elaine-dance and managed to be in complete sync! Such fun.
  • I recently read an article on guerilla gardening. Fascinating and a very green concept. Though I wonder why they’d want to be “guerilla” about it. I mean, this is good stuff that’s happening. Can’t imagine anyone objecting to having some color in a patch of dry brown. Check some of those pictures out, they do strike one as a spot of freshness in filth. The slogan’s neat: Let’s fight the filth with forks and flowers. I can see a few spots where guerillas would do well, and unfortunately since I have a brown thumb, no make that a brown complete hand, I’d rather spread the word than try anything myself.
  • Discovered Scientific American’s 60 second blog and love it! Everyone should go read it during downtime. I found a few fascinating and then a few very sad and a couple unbelievable! I mean, for chrissakes I can’t imagine why 20% of watermelons don’t get eaten. Just this evening, the girls and I polished off half a melon under 20 minutes. Love the fruit!
  • Saw Magadheera. Finally! It’s the new rage in Andhraland. The dude is cute and finally his father’s (Chiranjeevi) charm’s rubbed off on him enough. He looks all set to be the next action-romantic hero of Tollywood. The girl is hot. Shes’ sweet and cute too, in a naive doe-eyed way, not like Shreya who rubs it too much in your face. That’s a rare and lethal combination. The movie’s taken well and it’s been awhile since I saw something that classy and crisp in telugu movies. I really ought write a post on it!
  • I was seriously considering plunking some money down on the Kindle. Then these questions cropped up. The free downloads are all classics. Books that I’d rather have in hardcopy and handed down as a legacy. The newer recent ones I’ll have to buy. Husband and I usually never think twice about buying books. So buying an e-book shouldn’t be too bad a deal. The catch comes when it turns out to be ridiculously horrible. A paperback I can thwack against the wall and throw in the recycle bin for wasting my time, but I can’t do that with the Kindle right?  Also, I am a loaner. I lend books all the time. I really can’t say “O you must read this awesome new science fiction. What? borrow? Are you kidding me. Sorry, no can do. You’re going to have to go buy your own, cheapo!” See? Also, one more problem, what if the husband and I both decide to read different books and considering our evenings’ the only free time when we do settle down on our respective sides of the bed with a book, er.. sharing would get a bit tricky. Like we don’t have enough things to fight about. You see my problems?
  • In an effort to un-mire myself from the social web (kowthas 2.0 is in progress), not only have I sub-consciously reduced the bloghops (my time’s getting more precious as the days go by) and the reader’s blog content is pruned down to the bare minimum, I also have removed notifications. Totally. It’s heavenly. My email has thanked me a few million times already. Only relevant, personal or similar veined-mails land in my inbox – ones that need immediate attention. The rest of the stuff can wait until I settle down after dinner to login to the applications manually. Minimizing clutter and reducing web-induced stress. Sneaks up on you when you’ve spent enough time on it. You gotta try it too. Show them who’s the boss!

potpourri 10

Been a really long time since I’ve written a potpourri and there’s been so much happening that it seems like a perfect time as any.

  • Am sitting at home after such a long time alone. I don’t remember what I did last veteran’s day, but in any case, it’s a bit strange and am actually supposed to relax, sleep-in and eat breakfast in bed according to a colleague. Obviously that’s the last thing am doing, and after pottering around and sending everyone out, I read the paper while having a cup o coffee, cleared the mess munchkin’s room is in, watched a bunch of videos, sent some terse emails out wrt son’s lego stuff and now here I am writing a post. Can’t believe it’s already past 11. Ugh! Time flies too fast when you sit at home.
  • Last two weekends have been a bit busy. Diwali fest was on the Sat before and then last Sat was a friend’s 16th birthday party. Major activity from our household. Apart from the husband who was relegated to the audience and behind the video camera, the four of us took to the lights and stage in different forms.
  • I was asked to write a “funny” poem on chocolate for the birthday girl. Funny on demand’s a hard thing unless your name is Bikerdude, Krishashok, Pri, Naren, Twisted DNA or Max. I tried and then before I read it told the audience that the least they should do is be polite and laugh. The nice souls obliged. Apart from the girls’ friends who were all 16 year old Asian-American kids who giggled at every word I uttered, the rest politely smile-stared at me. Not sure now how best to interpret that.
  • Extremely proud of munchkin. The past two Saturdays she’s taken to the stage like a pro. The diwali dance was ina group and she was hugely excited to be with a bunch of other munchkins. She smiled through the 4 minutes, stood at the center and didn’t let the large black vastness ahead faze her a bit. This Sat, she went up in a packed dinner hall and did the same dance, but solo! She made sure she practiced every day of the week and though she looked nervous and insisted on looking at me and dancing the whole time, she did it all. I almost cried with pride. I must thank Maxdavinci for editing the song and sending it to me as soon as I wailed to him on how iTunes was too techy for me. *yea, I know, even my older kids think so*
  • Now she is so fired on dancing, she’s latched onto Banno Rani from 1947 Earth( skip to past 5.20) and we have started “practice” for it last evening. Of course I have no idea why we practicing fro some song, we have no plans on performing, but learning something for the fun of it is satisfying. The husband of course disapproves of this whole “show-monkey” concept that he feels we are getting into with her, but from where I stand, the girl has some talent, I’d rather let it grow than discourage it. Esp since I hardly qualify as an over zealous ambitious helicopter mom, the argument doesn’t work much!
  • The older bunch of 8 kids I have been teaching since they were 3-4 years old are now teens. In a span of 4 Sundays they picked up Dariya Kinare (remix version of the original Farida and Vinod) and performed it with such precision and unison that the audience loved it, whistled and danced with them. Of course they’ve seen the kids grow up in front of their eyes and the connection’s undeniable. The best part of it is the friendship that ties them all together. We recently watched all their performances since ’99 and boy, what a treat to see them improve and grow as a group. Life is good. :)
  • Halloween was okay. Apart from sticking the picture of creepy me on my office door, and creating a wave of raised eyebrows, unbelievable OMG’s and chuckles in a stiff boring office, it petered into me dressing as a hawaiian with flowers around my neck and hair. Of course it’s subjective if I looked Hawaiian or like a wannabe-Shakuntala, but hey, it was dress-up day. Munchkin was a composed bumblebee and the husband played himself. The older two played goths of different kinds and disappeared for hours together. There weren’t as many kids as usual either. Maybe the elections in a few days time scared everyone enough.
  • Work’s getting boring. Since I personally stepped down, I shouldn’t be complaining anyway, but yea, it’s alright. Am hoping things will pick up soon.
  • October was a challenge. I wrote every night as a drive to see if I could actually stick to something if I wanted to. I enjoyed writing a post a day. Of course it was getting hard trying to fit it into my schedule, coming up with what to write on, and then making the time to do so, late at night when the house was asleep. The husband must sleep better these days as he probably must have thought I was indulging in nefarious activities of various kinds sitting alone in the study tapping away! The poor man. He has no idea how much I treasure him giving me the freedom I need, without which I’d be one cranky old woman. It was last Thanksgiving that I had written this post , and I continue to feel the same way after 15 years.
  • Yesterday I went over to a mom and pop tee shirt printing store, and the old man who runs the place was talking on the prices etc. He asked if I could pay cash. Since I didn’t carry the amount, I asked if I could pay a small amount and then come back in tomorrow for the rest. He waved me aside and told me “I trust you. The heart and belief is important, and ultimately it all evens out.” He went on to tell me a story of how he was cheated of a huge order and then eight months later he was paid for it anyway by the same person. The world works in twisted, interesting but ultimately balanced ways.
  • People are generally manipulative and shrewd. Everywhere. Being good, open and trusty takes one nowhere. There is always a pressure to be on the lookout for who’s going to pull the rug from under you, who’s gonna outshine you, and how best to make someone else’s weak spot work for you. It’s sad but it’s as real as it gets. I’ve lived a very sheltered life up until now and hence learning these at my age is harder than I thought
  • Our own conscience is a funny thing. It is the ultimate boss we answer to. Having this blog, writing, communicating, reading only nurtures our brain and life in small yet significant ways. It’s as good as participating in a real life book club, or something similar. No person can be bullied, threatened, pleaded, begged to change their outlook unless they want to. In a similar fashion, just because something is alien doesn’t necessarily mean it is evil or bad. It’s interesting how an online life is misconstrued as bad, weird, strange, quirky and even that one has lost their ability to prioritize in their real life. Abilities and capabilities are questioned, and every little action is doubted and second-guessed to blame the simple fact that one blogs. It’s all the same I mean, we are real people behind these words. No bots are scripting such depth now are they?
  • I blog or write coz it gives me pleasure. I enjoy it, once I stop enjoying it, I quit. It’s quite simple rt? Which other facet of our lives gives us that freedom apart from the hobbies we choose that gives us immense satisfaction and pleasure. Like how I feel when I dance. It doesn’t matter that I am fat, or I am not as graceful as many others and the fact that I may never be slender enough to pull off a fast piece how muchever I want to, the fact remains that my eyes light up and I am my happiest best when I dance. Replacing dancing with writing, I surely am not a good writer, I may write scattered, and I may not be consistent, but when I do, there’s a piece of me that dances.