delight.

i use a green highlighter pen. the lights are out and the green pen and the green ticks on the papers in front of me are all looking a funny yellow. and i am really liking it. everything else is looking gloomy. only the yellow on the white is striking and i am watching it with the delightful eyes or a 4 year old.

as i write, the lights are back, and i see the usual green ticks again....nothing lasts forever...

the mood is nice. and i see lots of clouds in the sky through my window.

that it's friday and the weekend is ahead makes me want to say tra-la-la-la-la out loud. LOUD.

but i will squeak a tiny yay! for now and get back to work...

yay! yay!

Such a want for rain.

A big downpour, the Mumbai type baarish. Of course, I want to be sitting curled up at home by the balcony door, just watching it, fall in multi sized drops, looking all the same, a transparent sheet in the view. Smelling the rich earth, and sipping good coffee. Watching the leaves on trees sparkle and rejoice in the seasonal bath.
Eyes glazed in the distance and the mind soothed for a while, in awe of the white spread.
The sound of raindrops falling appealing as traffic lessens and human race disappears looking for shelter.
I can almost touch the rain and feel a shiver…


This is the middle of summer, intense heat, and I get this feeling like I am missing the rain, like it’s pouring for me and that I am not feeling it enough….

And life. How often do I get this feeling like I am missing life right in front of my eyes, not touching it enough, not watching it closely…

Such a want for rain.


And stagnation. The seasonal bath that washes away all stagnation and cleanses the spirit and recharges the numbing cells. How I wish not to sink further in this debris, in this monotony I call a routine. When I am probably, already at rock bottom. Can I let the rain flood this pool, and give myself a chance to get out?

Time to rise, is it? Time to feel the shiver…

Such a want for rain. For life, for a change…

Just a smile does it...

of the mails we get from the top brass informing about others joining in the top clan, almost all men (considering v few women join in as the king of the jungle) are married with wives who are homemakers. now being a homemaker is not being a lesser mortal but having said that, one would in most cases choose to believe that all these very accomplished men have fairly educated wives carving out a niche somewhere......now i don't know why most choose to be at home....

· is it that the finances are taken care of, but is this the only reason one works for and wouldn't working for the sake of working be anyday better when worrying about the bills does not figure ;

· is it being available to attend dos and events and socials at the drop of a hat with there husbands overrules them having any professional engagements ;

· or why is that (apart from financially) a lot of women juggle work and family without the help of any full time help (i don't like the word servants , thankfully the army induces the word 'help' ) whereas a lot of these accomplished men's homemaker wives have drivers and maids and full time or not full time but very good help at hand , and yet they boast about looking after 'the home husband and children' when i would think they'd have more constructive time ;

· and why does everyone speak well of the 'homemaker' who attends all the parties but gossips about the working wife who missed the dinner due to a better commitment ......

exceptions are always there, and that is not the point here.

i don't know, but women , especially accomplished women wasting there life (which is defined as sitting by the window looking at the manicured grass and thinking, oh yeah sitting on that grass is another world, but i have my very comfy couch) makes me quiet......and sad in its way.....