Pinku-Enchanted Life

Goldie is all of 14 years old. he is beginning to check out girls. even older ones. He probably doesn't know why he does it but he does it anyways. He is studying (that is he is being made to study) in class 8th. Whenever he can he plays truant from school but this has no bearing on his dreams. Dreams in which he sees himself as a very successful guy with an awesome bike and a big car. He wants to be someone important, how exactly he will do it, he is still figuring out. At the moment the big fight is to be able to get his peers to acknowledge him as worthy of their respect. This respect means a lot to Goldie. For that he has taken upon himself a very arduous task. Along with some neighbors he has set upon a journey to go collect water from the Holy Ganges in Haridwar and bring it back to his neighborhood Shiva temple. Where the water would be used to do a jalavishek of the Lingam. Now this doesn’t sound very difficult till you realize that he lives in Delhi and the return journey...

A very hectic day at work. Crap from a client you have serviced diligently for a year. Going nowhere discussions with new clients. Late nights at work and a screwed family life. A mom whose hobby is to keep falling down and hurt herself. Where do you find happiness and a little peace? I for one fake it. Does that startle you? Let me explain. When times are bad and I have already done what is possible and its time to leave things to higher ups (whether boss or God) I simply choose to pull my mind away from the sadness of it all and act as if everything is fine. Behave as if I am doing well and am so excited to be alive, when the reality is that – life sucks. So I speak in a jovial manner. I plan outings with friends. I get on to facebook or orkut and drop messages for various people. I surf the internet and try to find out interesting tidbits about things that interest me. I also plan dates, drag people to watch feel-good movies or have dinner at a nice place, all in an attempt to look...

I have always been strong headed and very sure of what, who and where I want to be in life. There have been many negatives to this “I know best” attitude however the one positive has been that I have also maintained that since my decisions and actions in most cases have been my own, I very rarely blame anyone else for the outcome. I firmly believe that whatever fate doles out to me are things I am responsible for and blaming someone else are signs of a weak character. From my choice of education to career to friends (and boyfriends) to husbands and work I have always gone with my own sometimes thoughtout decisions and mostly whims and fancies. Answering many a raised eyebrows with an “it’s my life” and “I don’t care” statements I have been meandering through life. However truth be told the secret dream of my choices being seen in the right light by my family and friends and their approval given has always been there. Why did I stay in a marriage which from the first day seemed futile? ...

Calming nerves Take a long deep breathe, a short walk and visualizing a happy scene from the past completely unrelated to the present crisis in great detail. Fighting stress Check out the situation rationally, understand what is there that I can do to better it, do it, send up a quick prayer and then trust in God to deliver me from the problem. Feeling loved Re-reading old mails from friends and lovers. Relaxation A nice book, munchies, a tall chilled drink, mountains in the horizon and a nice tummy to rest my head on. Feeling low A quick bout of shopping for stuff, could be as mundane as daily groceries just remember to pick up one or two feel good things (chocolates work for me). Ending a going nowhere argument with the partner A tight body-enveloping hug and a long kiss These are my recipes...what about yours?

What are holy books? The simple answer would be books on religion and God which are revered by many and which it’s believed hold the word and direction of God. People are ready to die for the books they believe as holy. From the Koran to Bible to the Torah and the Bhagvad Gita there have been instances where people have laid down their life to rescue these books from fire, flood or attackers. I was born to Hindu parents so logically all the books held as holy by the Hindus should be the ones that be holy to me. From the Gita to the Ramayan to the Mahabharta and of course the Veds and Upanishads all were to be revered. I studied in a convent for twelve years of my life which of course were also the most impressionable therefore the Bible was expected to be the Book I would respect. Frequenting the Gurdwaras in the neighbourhood made bowing down infront of the Guru Granth Sahib a practice. Similarly friends who treated me to lovely biryani and sewaiyian at their homes helped me understan...

Hi, The fight for saving the Ridley Turtles continues here.

Monday blues are at their worst today. What else is to be expected after a three day weekend?? I came to office almost moaning....oh how could I let the weekend end??? The first mail in my in-box however uplifted my mood...so I thought let me be magnanimous and share it with all of you as well :) Check out this link on Kishi and you will know what I mean. Sweet monday to all of you out there!!!!!