My Lists

I love making lists. It makes me feel organized. I make lists about the daily household chores, shopping lists, grocery lists, to do lists, weekly menu, and so much more. I also make lists of the stitch alongs or quilt alongs that I wish to join. I make lists about the books I would love to read or the places that I would love to see.  My fridge magnets are used more to hold these lists than as a decoration.  Do I stick to these lists? Not often, I ‘m afraid. Whenever I check my lists I feel like doing something other than what is listed. However it doesn’t stop me from making some more lists. J

A kitchen adventure...

An overzealous housewife, a glass bowl, a scream, sounds of running feet, blood, stitches and painkillers. Oh, and by the end of this all a frustrated husband! :)


Not a plot for a new story, however 'it happened to me' last night. I was drying the crockery and a glass bowl slipped from my hand. It smashed on the kitchen platform and before going to pieces took it's revenge on me by giving me a deep cut on my wrist.

One scream and a shout later i rushed to my father in law's (a doctor) for a dressing. He took one look and rushed me to the hospital for stitches. The doctor at the hospital kept asking me if i would panic through the procedure and if i wanted my husband to hold my hand while he stitched the wound. I said no and he produced a big stapler and stapled the wound together....

Well, now here i am, on painkillers, antibiotics and with a sling in my neck to support my arm.

The brighter side -

Ira wasn't in the kitchen when this happened.
My husband was home so he could look after her while i rushed to my father in law's place.
My in laws stay next door so i always have help in case of emergencies.

Ira, though only 2 and a half understood that i had limited mobility and dressed herself for school this morning without a fuss and i am once again proud of my baby. :)

On the verge of becoming a 'stay at home mother'

This is a big transition for me as I have worked for all my life so far. There was a time when I used to dread being at home full time. There wasn’t much to do around the house as it was just the two of us – me and my husband. My work was my outlet of meeting people, making friends, exchanging ideas and keeping in touch with the ever changing world around me.


Now I find myself looking forward to becoming a full time homemaker and mother. I would get a lot more time to spend with my daughter. She is almost two and a half and is a delightful child. I would be there with her watching her grow, watching her enjoy every moment, watching her go to school…

Would I be bored? I don’t think so. I also would get much more time to read, to embroider, to cook… so many possibilities, so many options.

On-Road entertainment

When I bought a scooter I thought I was finally going to be independent. I loved the idea of riding to work all by myself. No more waiting for the husband to come and pick me up. No more being dependant on him to drop me to places. I do love the thought….still. However I am also waking up to the reality….or the other side of my rosy dream.


Facing the traffic on a scooter, keeping an eye on the traffic signals, trying to avoid other riders who cut lanes, turn corners or overtake without signaling, people who cross the roads fearlessly at any time regardless of the flow of traffic and expect the people who drive to wait on them…..Well, all this sounds amusing if you view it from the comforts of the car but if you are in this chaos, heaven help you!

If this isn’t enough entertainment, there is the municipal council providing you with extras. Roads dug up at the most inconvenient places and traffic diverted…or the traffic diverting itself to whatever road is available in whatever fashion every person prefers. So you have people switching lanes as they would stroll through a park, ignoring signals and giving a few other drivers a fright...and if all this still fails to amuse you, you have the occasional cows strolling or even parking themselves in the middle of the busy by lanes providing effective diversions.

Braving the traffic in the morning and in the evening is no mean task. Yet I find myself doing it every day for the past few days. Why? Is it because I lack entertainment in my life? I guess it is because; I too, like other people in that throng have to reach work on time! Sigh!

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!!