Pinku-Enchanted Life

I have been meaning to write for a long time, a film here, a feeling there have all begged to be jotted down. However life has been extremely busy since the beginning of the year and the way it looks, it promises to be so till the end of the year and beyond. January was when I was on the weekdays frantically trying to achieve the numbers at work and shopping for my adopted brother’s wedding on weekends. Early February was when the marriage took place and I assumed life would now become easier with a young girl in the family to look after mom and brother so that I could concentrate on work and my own home. Me and mom and tried our best to make it a wedding complete in all respects. Both of us for various reasons had not gone on a honeymoon when we got married. We ensured the new couple did. We tried to give them the space and time that most new couples complain about not having. And yet we could not ensure that they be a happy twosome. Frequent quarrels and unnatural demands erupte

Below is a conversation I just had with a person I would call more a role model than a friend...we were discussing a bengali film we both had happened to see. The film is a national award winner with an 'intellectual' star cast one would normally think before pointing fingers at but this was a private chat between people who don't mind calling a spade a spade and it made for an interesting read, so I thought I will share with you. I have added a link to the film at the end for those who may get curious enough to want to know more. :) A do u watch rituparno ghosh films - then u may not like antaheen its based on saumya vishwanathans story but just too many stories happening 1:22pm Priyanka i do watch those films....infact i have seen antaheen...just wanted to know what u felt about it A or maybe i am not used to watching adhunik bong films 1:23pm Priyanka same here......we normally catch a lot of world cinema where this story within story format is carried on fairly well.

The partner has spent some time in Arab land and I am a sucker for anything that promises subtle flavors and a lot of meat ;) We had some chick peas soaked and that gave us the idea that perhaps rather than having a Punjabi chole yet again we could try making a sort of Lebanese dinner with labneh, hummus and some bread and meat. A simple meal we thought and yet that’s when the adventure began. We thought we could get some marinated malai tikka and grill it at home. Past experience had taught us that of all the ready made stuff available in the neighborhood shops, malai tikka or afghani chicken were the only ones which went well with the subtle tastes of hummus and labneh. A visit to the nearest meat shop brought a nasty surprise. The predominantly vegetarian neighborhood was fasting for the Mother Goddess and therefore the meat shop was closed. Whether in fear of the wrath of the goddess or her worshippers being anybody’s guess. We moved off a little further in search of the e

Reading has always been a passion. Something that both my parents supported wholeheartedly, so while as a child my friends were happy to gloat over their latest Barbies or video games I was happy in the world of books, some bought, others borrowed. Reading for pleasure continued through high school and college, greatly aided I must admit by Arts and later English as my subject of choice. This passion however took quite a beating post setting up my own home and climbing up of the corporate ladder. Having always lived in a meticulously clean home, the choice was between dusting and reading and I must admit for the past couple of years dusting had taken precedence. It has finally now changed thanks to a friend setting up a site bookmeabook which allows you to borrow books and have them home delivered at your convenience. The link to her site brought back many happy memories and also the means to getting my hands on books that I would love to read and just didn’t seem to find the time to

I thought of writing about so many things but the days seem to be just slipping past without giving me anytime to reflect. I just get swept along with things sane and insane. February 4th was the big fat Indian wedding of my adopted brother and a girl we shall call Bha. So the whole of January or rather all the weekends of Jan were spent in preparing for this grand event. Since he is adopted and that too not in the proper formal manner (he came to us when he was 18, decided to call my mom, mom and just stayed on) there were not too many relatives willing to help with the responsibilities. It was left to mom, me and parry to organize everything. Mom’s neighbours however behaved like complete sweethearts, coming in at all sorts of odd hours to help us with the various rituals. With a few hiccups here and there everything went well. Office was painful though and I was alternating between my laptop and preparations for the wedding through all three days that a bong wedding lasts. 5th eveni

In the caverns of my mind thoughts resonate all trying to be heard all trying to be supreme A hopeful word here, a spiteful one there, a warm smile, a foolish indulgence all jostling for space Which do I throw away? Which do I give credence as mine? Born of me they all are, yet not mine I fumble, I weep I tear at my hair in despair Which thought should I choose to lead me into darkness or sunshine? They have the power of destruction and creation too Like Kali and Parvati, both are mighty Which Goddess do I worship? I know you will tell me both are the same Sides of the same coin But me a mere mortal with numbered days growing shorter each moment has neither the depth nor inclination to choose between the two I think I shall just pull up the cover you call a shroud and let all the thoughts be at rest forever (picture coursey wikimedia)

Two more days and it will be a new year again... I was wondering what new year wishes I would like to make when it struck me that perhaps first I need to see how many of the wishes for 2009 actually came true. This is what I had posted last year as my wish list : And of these the biggest picture was of two people holding hands - I have been blessed with companionship and love and though we have occasionally fought, in our hearts we always knew that we are going to make up and be there for each other in any case. Chocolates: :) am happy to report that almost through the whole of the year my fridge has always been well stocked in this regard. There may not have been much else though at times. Perfume: have had some, will greedily say can always do with more Bag: I still havent found the one I can lose my heart to without losing my bank balance...so the search is on. Books: Did pick some this year.....though the list is nowhere close to the end. But that's a pleasure not pain. Jerusal