An idle day

I was in bed with cold and a mild fever for a couple of days. Thankfully I had a book to keep me company…..sadly; the book I chose to keep me company didn’t really do the job. I have loved Angels and Demons and I loved the Da Vinci code. However The Lost symbol failed to grip my attention. Another secret society, another secret message that only Robert Langdon can solve and another chase and the Ancient mysteries are saved! Didn’t really do anything to cheer me up so I had to resort to my trusted Wodehouse to do the job. The biggest regret – I was home the entire day but I couldn’t stitch or embroider or quilt at all. I hope to remedy that situation this weekend.

The view from my room...

Here's how the garden looks from my window.

And here's how my daughter looks standing on the windowsill.

Shop-A-Thon

Women are shopaholics. Shopping is the best therapy to lift up a woman’s mood. Well, absolutely! My younger sister is getting married and we had an absolute blast shopping for her trousseau. A quick trip to Mumbai over a weekend was necessary in order to check out the saris at Nalli’s. The sweltering heat of Mumbai wasn’t going to deter a few determined women on a mission. So we went, six women of different ages and opinions, united in our goal of finding beautiful and ‘unique’ saris for a bride.


Nalli is famous for its typical south Indian designs and colours. We were pretty hopeful of getting a good hoard. If you know how the wedding fever works in India, you would know that shopping for saris is the most important part of any wedding. The colours, designs and every element of the saris have to be different and spectacular than any guest attending the wedding. 

So after a hearty lunch to sustain us through the rigorous task and depositing the kids with the respective husbands, we braved the scorching afternoon sun and got into a local train to Mahalaxmi and then into a taxi to Nalli’s. All the while were counting how many saris we could safely buy (apart from the trousseau). The husbands had sent us off with warnings about going overboard (not your wedding.....keep that in mind before ogling at any sari!).

Well, no matter how many saris one has, entering a sari shop is like entering into the land of magic.

All the colours, textures and designs begin to mesmerize you....clamouring for your attention and preference! We were lost in yards and yards of silk, confused when we couldn’t make up our minds and delighted when we found something beautiful.

All this is pretty entertaining and exhilarating......and extremely tiring. So at the end of four hours the result was ten saris, aching feet and tired minds. After a necessary snack break, we returned triumphant with our purchases.....though much to the dismay of our dear husbands, we weren’t through with the shopping list yet!!

20 things to do before I die!

1. Raise a happy child.

2. Tell my husband how much I appreciate him.

3. Read all books by PG Wodehouse.

4. Get up with the dawn.

5. Make at least one spectacular quilt.

6. Make one good embroidery sampler.

7. Learn to bake.

8. Learn to dance.

9. Go on a trip alone.

10. Visit Egypt and spend time in the valley of Kings.

11. Visit Greece and the Vatican.

12. Trek in the rain.

13. An African safari.

14. Go backpacking in Indonesia and Bali.

15. Visit the origin of the Nile (if I could figure out a way to avoid the snakes and the insects).

16. Search and visit places from Rider Haggard’s books.

17. Go to Vienna.

18. See the midnight sun in Norway.

19. Visit Israel.

20. Stop being lazy if I intend to go through at least one fourth of my list :).

My ideal day off...

How would it feel to have no responsibilities? How would it feel to be able to speak exactly what comes to our minds? How would it feel to do just what we want to do? Instead of trying to please the family, spouse, kids, parents, how would it feel to please just you? What would you do if you get a day all for yourself? Read, cook, dance, go trekking, catch up with friends, go for a movie?

How about a solitary picnic by a brook or a stream? With a picnic basket? Some books to read. A couple of Jane Austens or PG Wodehouse. Even Lord of the Rings would do. A perfect setting to read something fantastic. To get lost in the romances of Emma or Lizzy Bennet and Mr. Darcy and living their predicaments…..admiring the restraint and patience of Mr. Knightley’s feelings while waiting for Emma to realize her love for him….These books have been read many times but still the romance that they evoke creates a new magic with every reading.

A nice nap in the afternoon by the tree on the soft grass….waking up to the silent shadows of the evenings….a nice hot cup of tea and I am ready to head home.

Reading along!

In school, english was the first language of instruction for me. I am glad it was so because it opened a door to the wonderland of the language for me. The english text books had chapters from classic novels which made us run to the library and read the novel to understand the references. I had teachers who were so passionate about the language that they considered it their duty to initiate all the kids that they could take hold of to the beauty and mystries of the language and its liturature.


We learnt Wordsworth and WH Davies and Shakespeare and Robert Frost. We learnt to appreciate the finer nuances of the language and it’s words. We read Jane Austen, Jerome K Jerome and many more such authors who not enhanced our vocabulary and nurtured a love for the language in us. We were encouraged to read…..not just the text books but all the books that we could catch hold of…..mostly classics. I am glad that we began the literary journey with the classics. Unlike the contemporary novels, these books instilled in us a sense of awe about the words, the style of writing and the grace of the language.

Though i cannot read as much as i like now, i still try to read atleast one book a month. Reading makes me feel good. It is one of the pleasures that i cannot forgo no matter how busy i am.

A beautiful begining!

Have you had a day when everything just seems so bright? Have you had a day when everything looks gloomy? My bright days are always when I get up early. Since this is a rare occurrence it makes the day more special. The perfect day to get up early is Sunday. When the rest of the world is still sleeping, I get up to spend some time with myself. Sunday mornings always have a relaxing, calming effect on me. I can do whatever I want for a couple of hours before my husband and my daughter wake up. Every Sunday I wake up with a list of things to do in my head. A bunch of household chores, some extra cooking, some embroidery, catching up on some reading……..do nothing! That’s what I tend to do most of the times. I end up chucking the list of all the ideal things to do and end up with a book and a cup of tea by the window. For me, that’s the best beginning to any day.