I make mistakes. I learn. And finally, move onto other things. I'm only human. And I'm learning to live. Just like everyone else.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Earth Hour 2009
A few phone calls, a quick visit to the store (they'd turned off their neon signs, and a lot of street lights were off as well) for tea-lights and crisps and I was all set!

And no! That's not me in the pic.
On my way back I noticed that the neighbours were out in the corridor, chatting amongst themselves as they had switched off the lights in their houses.
I got home and cheated a bit ( I had to turn on the lights to find the lighter!) and then everything was set! We ended up talking for ages, not turning the lights on even after the hour was over.
Food, friends, chardonnay and good conversation. :o)
And no! That's not me in the pic.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
It does matter if you're black or white.
Yes, I liked the movie.
No, I don't think it's Oscar-worthy.
But what i hate now is that though Mr. Patel and Ms. Pinto may be raking in accolades for their performace, the rest of us are being called slumdogs by the white-world.
My blood boils... arrrrrgh!
No, I don't think it's Oscar-worthy.
But what i hate now is that though Mr. Patel and Ms. Pinto may be raking in accolades for their performace, the rest of us are being called slumdogs by the white-world.
My blood boils... arrrrrgh!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Life after Love
Just last weekend, we’d met after lunch.
I’d had a heavy lunch and was sleepy. So he took to the wheel while I fell asleep in the passenger seat.
I woke up and looked around.
"Where are we?"
“Umm al Quwain” (about a 100 kms from where we had started off).
We went to the beach and sat in our car, a few feet from the water. Rolled down the windows and watched the sunset. And talked.
Talked for hours about nothing and everything, till long after the sun had set.
I’d like to say it was one of the best days. But so many days with him were so good. Even when we did nothing.
And now…
All around me, my life is surrounded by the things that remind me of him.
His t-shirt (which is now my nightshirt cos it’s so biiiig and comfortable), his sunglasses, which I hate so I’d grabbed it off his head and put it in my bag, and now it’s with me cos I haven’t met him since… the books he wanted me to read, the dvds he wanted me to watch… the chowder I make that he likes so much… the emptiness in my life…
Why does love have to be so difficult when it’s so simple?
I’d had a heavy lunch and was sleepy. So he took to the wheel while I fell asleep in the passenger seat.
I woke up and looked around.
"Where are we?"
“Umm al Quwain” (about a 100 kms from where we had started off).
We went to the beach and sat in our car, a few feet from the water. Rolled down the windows and watched the sunset. And talked.
Talked for hours about nothing and everything, till long after the sun had set.
I’d like to say it was one of the best days. But so many days with him were so good. Even when we did nothing.
And now…
All around me, my life is surrounded by the things that remind me of him.
His t-shirt (which is now my nightshirt cos it’s so biiiig and comfortable), his sunglasses, which I hate so I’d grabbed it off his head and put it in my bag, and now it’s with me cos I haven’t met him since… the books he wanted me to read, the dvds he wanted me to watch… the chowder I make that he likes so much… the emptiness in my life…
Why does love have to be so difficult when it’s so simple?
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Night Out in Dubai
Side-view mirror view - 2 am at jumeirah beach. I like the way the mosque is lit up.


Same building...

4 am - Building at the Marina. I like the way it was lit up too. :o)
Same building...
Dubai Marina, 5 am. Foggy day.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Barong Bali!
Take off!

... the beach.
Quad biking through the jungle is a messy business!
The pool at the villa we were staying at. That's my room in front of it. :o)
They have this thing called "raksha" that they put in front of their houses every morning. It's like an offering to God.
The beach was a short, lovely, walk away from our villa.
... the beach.
Quad biking through the jungle is a messy business!
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