Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Of Daakuni Sister & little gyan

Now that my nose has swollen to the size of a potato, I decided to take off from office today and rest at home. Surrounded by my gadgets, pillows, double blanket ... and a spicy hot noodle soup!! Ahh Bliss !!

I have a pesky little sister and a peskier brother. We three managed to live under the same roof for 20 years, without causing any major injuries. Well stitches don't count, do they? Being the eldest it was my duty to be bossy and walk around with an air of superiority, throwing random commands once in a while - "Paani laao" , "Pair dabao", "Ye Maggi much dede Samba!!"

Ever read all those meme and funny Big Sister Quotes, yup that's me. Right here. They lovingly called me "Daakuni", female version of Daaku (Bandit). 

It's been over two years since I met them. Sometimes, on video calls I suddenly realise how much they have grown. And that I have missed being a part of it.


Last week was pretty lazy, I could manage only 120 minutes of yoga. Sydney winter has got the better of me, cold and congestion for the past two weeks. But I learnt something - don't overcompensate by trying Deepika Padukone's awesome dance moves after leg workout. You can count exactly how many muscles are there in your bum area the next morning.


After reading comments on Anushka's tweet and an article on MenXp, my heart sinks further to see the demeaning behaviour of people on internet. We just got one little life, totally insignificant when compared with the age of universe. Yet somehow during that insignificant time we have managed to say the vilest of things, to become the crudest of life forms. It hurts to think that even after being capable of love and spreading happiness, we decide to propagate hatred in all ways possible.

It doesn't kill to be a nice person you know!!

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Zentangle Bookmark

“The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.” 
― William Faulkner

Everytime I pick a paperback, I am inspired to craft a bookmark :)

I have stored this hard paper for a really long time, saving from the prying eyes of my hubby who is forever trying to throw away my rag-tag randomly collected paper collection. 

After hours of struggling with Sharpies and Micron pens, and trying to figure out designs, I came up with this.

Cool huh?? It now lies between the pages of The Last Precinct by Patricia Cornwell

Sunday, July 19, 2015

That Chicken Wonton Soup !!

I absolutely love Chicken Wonton Soup. It tastes bland and those who love spicy food might just use it for the purpose of gargling. But I go google-eyed with just a single sip. Slight hint of spinach and the wontons floating in chicken broth!! oh so yummy!!

But there's another reason why my love for CWS can never die, even though many chefs have managed to murder the recipe. 

7 years ago, during the initial days of dating my husband (then boyfriend), we used to visit Wangs Kitchen, in Chennai, almost every weekend. Even the manager of the restaurant was familiar with our faces. I would always order CWS while he, being a true Marathi, would opt for something spicy. He could never fantom why anyone would opt for "salt water" when there was a whole selection of delicacies available in the menu.

Few months later I had to move to Kolkata for 6 months, while he stayed in Chennai. Tough times for new couples!!

Once I was back, during our first visit to Wangs Kitchen, I thought of ordering the spicy Tom Yum Soup, but he stopped me and ordered two Chicken Wonton Soups instead.

"What happened when I wasn't there", I asked, totally surprised.
"Well, the wonton soup is quite tasty"
"Since when!!"
"Well I missed you, so I used to come here and have Chicken Wonton soup".

And just like that, CWS became my favourite dish ever.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

The Whimsy Yogi - 2

Dishes are piling up, but I got my yoga groove on. Taking #stopdropandyoga to the Kitchen as well. 

Can you see that rice cooker sticking out of the sink? I never understood why they have to make the whole kitchen white. Imagine the cleaning I have to do after preparing all those Indian Curries with turmeric and chilly power, bubbling and spraying droplets all over my white stove. {the horror!!}

I have been a lazy-lazy girl this week, the cold evenings aren't helping much. All I want to do after reaching home is to turn on the heater, place pillows around me (atleast four of them) and wrap myself in a warm blanket. 

Remember the time it was freezing cold and I was at the beach watching sunrise? Well seems the day wasn't wasted. My husband managed to get some beautiful shots :D

Anuvittasana (Standing Backbend pose)
When I first started doing side planks, I could hardly maintain the balance if I raise my hand. You need to engage your eyes, engage the core and strengthen your arms. I would always miss one while concentrating on the other. It looks simple, yet there's more when you actually start doing it. The learning never stops!!

The month of June on instagram was quite "inverted". One of my friends even commented that she would soon forget my face and remember my just my feet :P 

Because some challenges are worth taking...

If you are looking for easy belly fat reducing yoga poses - check out my guest post on SweetSharing - 15 minutes Yoga to Lose Belly Fat

And here's something for the busy moms trying to stay fit - 15 minutes Yoga for busy Moms

More Whimsy Yogi Tales - click here

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Fashion Vashion !!

There's no denying that I am finicky about my hair and trust absolutely no one, especially the stylist at beauty parlours. Ohh I have been through enough heartbreaks, and with unbelievable self control, have avoided running out of the parlour wiping my precious tears. The last haircut scared the living daylights out of me. Although I did look good in it, the amount of hair lying on the floor further weakened my heart. Luckily, my hair grows pretty fast.

So, this weekend, it was time to take matters in my hands. Snip snip snip ... no fear when I can cut my own hair!! Layered the front, while keeping the original length :D 

Mission Accomplished!!

Ever since my nose became extra sensitive to cold and dust, I have kept nail-art to minimum. But it's hard for a nail polish addict to stay away from her paints, polishes and stamps :D

As the temperature barely manages to reach a double digit, I am missing summers even more. 2-3 more months before I can get rid of my black and grey wardrobe. I do not like layering my dresses, maybe because I am not very good at it. So, right now it's blacks skirts and stockings and shirts!! Boring!!

The Colors of Summer
What's more fashionable than a fitness!!

The Wild Thing watching sunrise at Clovelly Beach

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

My Darth Vader !!

Last weekend, we visited the largest buddhist temple in Southern hemisphere - Nan Tien Temple. The tranquility of the place keeps beckoning me, like a whisper.

Naaahh!!! it's just because my husband can't handle the mood swings anymore. He wisely decided to put me in a meditative place rather than among a pile of dirty dishes. We walked up the steep hill near the temple. As the view of the city, spread across the coastline, slowly unfolded in front of me, I felt all 'Bollywoodish'. My Shah Rukh Khan was walking behind me, while I was soaking in the beauty of the place. There were tall pine trees where I could run around, acres of green grass sprawled along the side of the hill, the humming breeze, the chirping birds - ohh so beautiful and romantic. For once I felt like being in a Karan Johar movie song.

I turned around, to look at my hero, to hold his hand and sing some songs.

And that's when the reverie broke.

He was too busy capturing that bhhloody wild flower. My Knight turned into Darth Vader in two seconds flat.

I wondered if he was taking revenge. Hmmm was it something I said. Well I certainly didn't make any snide remark on his stubble or the broccoli that he stole from my plate, or the fact that I was carrying all his photography equipments.

I get it, it must be when he was trying to figure out the shape of his face and I replied with Football. :P

“When I am with you, we stay up all night.

When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.” 
― Rumi

Love brings the best and worst in you ... And I feel fortunate to have found someone who could actually put up with me :P


Day 3 of Quote Challenge
Day 2 - The Happy Place
Day 1- The Hopeless Roundhouse Kick

Monday, July 6, 2015

The Happy Place

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do 
with your one wild and precious life?" 
- Mary Oliver

Warning - Philosophical Gyaan overloaded 

This time around last year my stress levels were skyrocketing. With wild hair and dark circles, I literally killed a cockroach with my bare hands. Yeah total yuck!! But it was right after going on cockroach murdering spree that I looked at myself and gave a stony questioning glare of - what the heck is wrong with you!! Even wrote about it - Momentum of a moment (typical blogger eh)

Without much ado, I resigned from my previous job and started looking for new opportunities. That is probably one of the riskiest thing I have ever done in my life, mostly because I had recently moved to Sydney and was totally ignorant about the job market here. 

This one act triggered a shift in my perspective towards life. It's not that I wasn't a rebel (read troublemaker) already, nor was I a tragedy queen. But I disliked Change. Absolutely hated it. You would think for someone who studied in 9 schools and changed 6 houses in the last 5 years, this must be like eating chocolate. Instead, it just cemented my instinct to tightly hold on to things, place or people. All's well that ends well, and with that I learned the lesson of acceptance.

This quote strikes hard with me. It makes me question myself every time I am at a crossroad. Off late, I am always in search of a happy place.  The place I can turn to, when the trouble bubbles. And why should that place be just one! 

Fortunately enough I love my job, love anything with mushroom, travelling, writing, paper crafting ... and of course indulging in Yoga. So you see, I already have happy places and don't have to look too far. Maybe neither do you.

But at times, when the mind stubbornly refuses to find that place for you - Ask yourself the same question, 

What is it you plan to do 
with your one wild and precious life?

I plan to be anything but that wild hair girl of last year.

A cabin by the lake, nestled between light green hills - the kind of happy place I wish someday I would retire to. 
Day 2 Quote Challenge

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

The Hopeless Roundhouse Kick !!!

I have this insane desire to perfect the roundhouse kick. You know, the kind that would break bricks and wood ... and jaws. For some weird reason, I find kicking and breaking stuffs fascinating ... empowering even. I did go to Taekwondo classes for a couple of months during my college days, but that only ended up with practicing few front-kicks on the pillow, which was , I swear, 'willingly' held by my sister. Although, she never forgets to remind me of my 'tyranny' and I end up funding her year end fashion purchases. Sigh! so much for all the karate action. (Read previous adventures here - the hopeless Taekwondo Kid )

But that doesn't stop me from attempting those killer moves. Youtube Zindabaad!! Of course I end up hanging the curtains back on the door (you have no idea how many times I have to untangle myself from these bhhloody things), turn back the chairs which have been flying all around the room and glue the vase together (and pray that no one would notice). In short re-arrange the battle scene back to hospitable living condition, before the husband arrives. The night would be spent applying layers of pain relief cream on knees and ankles and back and elbows ... old age is terrible!!

You would think that for such ambitious dreams, I would atleast have a fearsome demure. You couldn't be more wrong. Infact, few years back I was specifically asked to be more aggressive. I replied with a blank face and blinking eyes. Neither could I figure out if I was asked to carry a Sword to the office? I mean how is this small-eyed girl with lamb like expression supposed to give out the Khunkhaar vibes!!

And it's not just my structure. For a short girl, I bump my head a little too much and hit the knees at the same spot. In fact, I got three scars right on my face, which I wear with extreme pride, a sign of an adventurous childhood. One of the scar is actually my identification mark, you know, in case I get lost and lose my memory and for godforsaken reason my family decides to track me down.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"

I am still alive and supposed to be stronger. How about a roundhouse kick practice tonight?


Tagged by Vishal, Usha ji and Little Princess for 3 Day Quote Challenge.
This is Day 1. Most of the bloggers I know are already doing it so in case you aren't, hop along.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

On Surviving Weekends !!

My weekends are usually so busy that I desperately long for Mondays. Now that the dinner's taken care of and the house doesn't look like a cattle shed, I can type few posts in the peace of the night. Oh wait!! hubby wants to watch Friends again.

As Ross is climbing down the chimney, hanging onto Joey's legs, let me wonder where did all my time go this weekend.

So Saturday started quiet earlier than usual. 5 am to be exact!! And it was freaking 9 degrees outside. After snoozing the alarm for next 20 minutes I finally got off the bed and ready for a drive, to watch the Sunrise. Once the initial "why the hell am I even doing this" moment is over, the beauty of an early morning takes over.

I am obsessed about Sunrises (it's just waking up at an unearthly hour that seems impossible :P)

Dawn, at one of the Eastern Beaches in Sydney

Some yoga stretching would have been good but it was so windy and cold that I could barely move my numb limbs. After running up and down the walk-way to warm up my body, I was able to bear the freezing winds. Although, my hubby did manage to take few of my yoga shots with the brilliant tangerine horizon :)

For a change, instead of eating our usual Big Breakfast in a nearby cafe, I decided to prepare it at home, along with some Banana Milkshake. Delightful and Filling!!

The evening was spent among lush green hills and a silent river, in the town of Wiseman's Ferry, located about 130km from where I stay. 

We both don't like the idea of staying at home during weekends. But once Sunday arrives, realisation dawns that there's so much still to do. 

A look at the laundry leaves me pondering - how on earth did I manage to wear so many clothes. And wasn't the carpet vacuumed just two days back? Why do birds only find my balcony? Oh gosh the pump shoes need an emergency 'stinky smell' fix before the office people declare me a health hazard!! 

Even though my to-do lists looks painfully long, in between cleaning and sipping wine, I managed to survive Sunday.

C'mon Monday, give me your best shot!

Thursday, June 25, 2015

1000 posts later !!

Hello there, just sitting in my corner, revelling in the little joys of life.

2008 seems such a long time back. Since then I have written over 1000 blogposts (can't believe I could blabber that much), this includes posts from my other blogs - Poetry Wagon and Twinkle Eyed Traveller. To my immense surprise, I received over 450K views on this space and 3.5 million views on Google Profile (yeah people actually use google plus ;) ).

1000 posts later I have a published shape poetry in Lovelets, an honorable mention in International Poetry competition, felt the love of blog awards, people actually published my interviews, stories that managed to win goodies, e-zine publications and a whole bunch of like-minded blog friends.

1000 posts later, I have realized it doesn't matter if the comment count doesn't go beyond single digit. But when people - known/unknown, blogger/non-blogger, personally message you and tell you how much they enjoyed the humour or how inspired they are to indulge in crafting and yoga or when they send me pictures of their inspired work, there ... right there lies the true happiness of blogging. That somehow, in my weird way, I managed to make a difference in their lives. 

All this and more, just because the readers have never stopped showering love and enouragement. For appreciating my stumbling-bumbling-insane world. For correcting and providing critisism. In this ocean of thousands and thousands of blogs, I am grateful that you decided to spend some time in my space.

I am also extremely thankful to my lovely family and friends, who don't seem to care even if I am always band-bajaofying them in my posts :) 

1000 posts later, I am still a happy blogger, in love with life and all its idiosyncrasies.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!!

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