Friday, July 29, 2011

At a happy place in life

For the moment that is. One of my favourite songs for it.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Of flights and lows

The primary objective was to distract oneself from worrying about whether the plane will crash because of a fatigue crack which reaches critical limits, or some electrical short circuit near the fuel tanks, or would it be the turbulence that will cause the fatal drop in height, or much worse, would it be one of those south-asian single males who is headed for the toilet who will detonate the bomb surgically implanted in his plump buttocks.

While it is really sad how logic and reason takes a flight just about the time the jet engines start roaring into action before any take off, one has got to be adequately prepared since you can't reason with fear of dying mid-air. 'The Master and Margarita' was found to be rather inadequate in engaging my wandering mind in the previous flight, so I was hunting for a book which would be more my type. That is when I reached out for Tom Sharpe's 'Wilt Inheritance' in the bookstore at the airport and let us give the credit where it is due, it was best flight I have had for sometime. Oh the settings are so vulgar, language so profane, plot absolutely none and yet I absolutely loved it! Seeing me laughing out loud RRS got curious. Has also got hooked on since then and bought a couple of them more. The next one was 'The Midden' for me. We read out the most disgusting passages to each other and conclude that our sense of humor has reached new lows that we are finding it so funny. So won't recommend it, as one of the reviewers quite rightly put it 'It may not be to everyone's taste but I laughed out loud."

Monday, July 4, 2011

Just bin it!

Of the things that land on my office desk and take forever to reach their ultimate destination, waste paper basket, are the wedding invitation cards. It is hard to pin-point what stops me from putting them in the bin. Is it the fear that the inviter will see the card in the bin sometime later and erringly conclude that I have rubbished their heart-felt invitation or does the hesitation stem from the feeling that the act of my trashing the card in someway going to be the cause of the marriage going the same way. So powerful of me!

After disposing off the last card which took nearly a year, yes the time by which most Indian couples discover the consequences of not knowing ABC of family-planning, before I could breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy the sight of a cardless desk, a PhD student walks in with a huge, shy smile. It can mean only one thing " Mam, wanted to invite you for my wedding....."