Politically !ncorrect

India is one heck of a country & I just love it for what it is!  It never ceases to amaze me. Not a day goes without news…. literally! I have been rather keenly following recent developments. It’s time I put my cent or two in what really matters to most of us. After multiple debacles such as supremely poor &  embarrassing  handling of Anna led Anti-corruption movement, Ramdev mid-night lathi charge fiasco , poverty line cutoff  from 28 INR to 32 INR per day dud , Gurgaon 8 p.m. timeline joke , Momota didi’s full-fledged black mail and subsequent  roll-back of Railway fare hike and the latest being the leaked letter from General V K Singh to PM Manmohan Singh - UPA II circus has successfully managed to do the worst kind of damage to the nation and bring the best out of Indian democracy. As a nation, we were never more active, alive and vibrant before! Were we?  “Other than sports, only war and catastrophe can creat...

I hate it when.... I can't find my glasses, hair-clip and hair band  first thing in the morning (no matter I keep them previous night). Someone laughs when I read Gujarati. People make 20 calls in 5 mins;   unwilling t o understand that if I am not picking up, I must be busy or simply I don't want to talk to them! Is it that difficult to get? I have hundreds of 10 cents chasing their juniors, 5 & 2 cents in my handbag, thereby making it unbearably noisy and half-a-kg heavy.  I get cramps.  I oversleep, overeat & under-gym. I have to wait ( for somebody, something or anything!) I have to step out of any closed premise, house or office, during or immediately after rains... No ways! People get really mean. I get into a situation where I don't know what to do. Our oh-so-civilized ministers pointlessly rant and challenge our intelligence on issues of Nati...

I simply love it when… Every time  I come to Baroda,  the chaai wala -  exactly next to the wheeler store at Vadodara station welcomes me with a warm smile and says “ madam, bahot dino baad aaye…" ("Seeing you after a long time madam") Dadi prepares vedhmi & fruit-salad exclusively for me. Mom hugs me.  Pooja calls me “ bena ”. I do my room, even more the whole house like a lady possessed (btw, I am the 'Cleaning Queen' of India and competing for 'Miss Crazy Cleaning' title abroad :P) Sit at the window with a cup of coffee while it’s raining. I get a gift from someone, without any occasion! ( PS: I accept gifts on occasions too) I shop & shop & shop, yet not drop. Dadi uses her classic English words to add value to her Gujarati sentence. Mama (as in mom’s brother) puts his hand on my head and shakily asks “ baddhu barabar che ne beta? Kai hoy to kehje ”? (“Is everything ok, let me know if it’s not”) I receive a compliment ...

It’s interesting how today; all of a sudden I had this desperate urge to write a blog! The way our brain works in co-ordination with our heart is amazing. (Now please save your much-misused-much maligned -typically Bollywood head vs. heart conflict story for some other time) Heart felt like writing down something... anything… whatever and brain immediately found a way out. I wish it responded as fast in numerous other occasions when I frantically want it to. Anyways, now that I have already started, thoughts are flowing in from all imaginable- unimaginable streams. I am completely overwhelmed with hundreds of stories and experiences competing in my mind, to be the first ones to be shared. Never experienced anything like this before. I need to de-clutter my mind-space. So I pause for some time, reboot & focus. I'll start with my work-tales today. I don’t know if its the best topic to write on, however, that’s what I feel like writing about right now so if you are finding your...