tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75739441034327812972011-11-28T06:17:58.169+05:30Vignettes from the world of 2 quirky Feline Sapiens!!!Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-82507721551683625322010-05-01T18:37:00.003+05:302010-05-01T18:44:37.935+05:30

Strange are the ways of men.They spend the first many years of their lives looking ahead, to a bright, glittering future, unaware of the fetters that the mind slowly, but surely, places around their feet.The fetters grow in weight over time...unseen, but never unfelt.And, man, unmindful of the weights that bear him down, plods along wearily towards his dreams, one heavy step at a time, often

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October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.And, it being a cause close to my heart, how could I not devote a post to it? Cancer, particularly that of the breast, hits a raw nerve. Maybe it is that I am reminded of my loved ones who have fought losing battles with the dreaded disease.Two years ago, I lost a favourite aunt.A lump in the breast ignored for too long, eventually permeated her lungs and

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All my life, I have heard people talk about the wickedness of the world we live in today. This is Kaliyug...trust no onePray that God keeps you...Today's world has no conscience Parents vs children, siblings at war, friends betrayed for a song, greed, theft, anger, violence...all the signs of a world gone wrong. Not to mention the incidents of catastrophe, natural & man-made, that strike at the

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The times....they are a changing!Gone are the days, when men like Romeo and Devdas either died, or drank themselves to destruction to forget the pangs of a love lost.At the movies this afternoon, a friend and I watched with aching hearts as the hero's friend broke his pensive contemplation of his drink, to hold aloft a diamond ring before mournfully informing his friend that his girlfriend had

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Change, often, is like a new shoe.At first, the need.To buy or not to buy?To change, or not ?Then, the considerations.Is this a better shoe than the one I have?Is it a change for the better?At what price?How much, is too much?How much am I willing to stretch?And, then finally, come the moments of truth when we wear the new shoes to walk through new ways.Or, perhaps on old roads.Who really focuses

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A reputed master of yoga and other such ancient Indian sciences sauntered into office this morning. Clad in a white kurta-pyjama, he meandered about lazily, examining the art and artifacts with detached interest.In the distance stood a few admirers, gazing upon the noble guru in awe and veneration." 85 and still going strong...Can you imagine..." whispered one, all too audibly." He is a true

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Circa 1989The Mad Moggie, probably aged 19 or 20, day-dreams over an indescribably boring text-book.She dreams of being a graceful swan, surrounded by a bevy of admiring men, tripping over the other to fawning men, the object of envy of other young women.Pretty much like young Scarlett at the Wilkes plantation of Twelve Oaks. Now, if only dreams came true.2009 The Mad Moggie, aged 36, skips

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Yet another birthday looms large on the horizon, and, my inner circle is abuzz with questions.About celebration plans, wish lists and the special gifts that will come my way.About the countdown to the larger than life '40' milestone, which now hangs over my neck like the sword of Damocles.And, above all, if I intended to continue allowing the irrepressible child in my heart to manifest itself in

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" I thought about you a moment back", she said, her voice heavy with quiet happiness. And, after a moment's pause, she blurted almost shyly "I was thinking that the books you read are quite qualitative....And, I felt proud of you"My eyes suddenly blurred. And,my throat choked with emotion. This was the mother who had introduced me to the pleasures of reading, much before I could even walk a

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Two roads lie before a person criticised. One is the high road, where she can examine the critical words for merit before reacting. And, if she finds even an iota of truth in the harsh words, then, it is up to her to choose to change for the better. Or, try brush it under the carpet of one's ego. But, at least, she would have done the right thing of having looked within with brutal honesty, and

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So, the latest to clamber on board the marriage bandwagon is the Andrews lad. If reports are to be believed, the famous carrot top is all set to wed the rich Lodge brat leaving Betty, the adorable girl next door, clutching at the pieces of her broken heart.In the eyes of the world, the Good Girl has lost out,and, the Bad Girl gets to take home the trophy.But, even as disbelieving fans the world

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Catmmandment # 1 The World is a Cat's OysterCats own it all.People. Places. Possessions.In short, everything!.What humans think they own, is, only due to the kind graces of the cat/s they serve.Catmmandment # 2Cats, being the more intelligent species, are born to rule. As all cats know, there exists an inverse co-relation between altitude and brain power.The higher the grey cells from ground

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The all too interesting topic of 'modernness' cropped up in a conversation, last evening. A friend, talking about her sibling's undesirable state of singledom, was trying to explain the dilemma her brother faced, when it came to the choice of a bride. The lad, in question, possessed all the ingredients, that, went into the making of a modern day prince charming He was educated. Well-employed.

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'The Truth About Obama', screamed the title. But, that, was not what jolted me into wakefulness.It was the, 'You'll be her night driller', in fine print, that did the trick.!!!I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.And, checked once more.But, Obama stayed put, in the title field.Without, transforming into the more appropriate Bill Clinton.A fine way to start one's morning, you may say.But, not, when there

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Another hard day at work.Of emotionally wrestling, and, of, trying to coax initiative, out of people.Infusing positiveness into people, can, be exhausting.Especially, in the times, we now live in.It is, almost, as if, the recession has, churned to the surface, all, that is negative in people.Fears, insecurities, frowns, withdrawals...mark the visages around me.On strange faces on trains.On the

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The 'Three Generations' theme seems to be rather popular these days, especially, when it comes to photographic sittings.I have seen very many of such shots, in the recent past.In albums, photo frames, and, on networking sites.But, today, was the first time I witnessed a genuine '3 Gen' moment, in real life.I was at the local coffee shop, killing time, as I waited for my roast chicken sandwich to

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It was 6:30 p.m, on a Monday evening.And, miraculously, I was done for the day.I had a zillion things on my mind...Packing for my trip, the next morning.Last minute shopping.Dinner.A tete a tete with Amma, who, has newly discovered the joys of texting.Storage of stuff.A verbal night cap, with my best friend.So many things to do.So little time.But, as, I grabbed my bags, muttering hurried

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" Your mother has asked for a pair of gold earrings, and, necklace, for your brother's wedding. She says, the ladies in the neighbourhood have been urging her, to flex the mother-in-law muscle, and, demand jewellery from her daughters-in-law, so that, she will not look unadorned at her own son's wedding"" Hmm..."" She does have a point, you know. It reflects badly on the family, when, the mother

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My father, where ever he is now, must be laughing his guts out!!!At 17, he and I, had one of our fiercest fights ever.Over my choice of career.Achan's fondest dream was to see me an engineer.And, he wasn't picky.Any kind of an engineering degree - Mech, Computer Science, E &C, Architecture....Just, anything would have sufficed.But, sadly for him, his beloved first born had inherited none of his

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"Let's go shopping" purred, a dear friend of mine "I need new shoes. And, there are SO many sales about town!!" Unholy glee, crackled through the lines, and, hit me with the force of a giant tidal wave. I rolled my eyes, in despair, as I struggled to stay afloat. Not the easiest of things, I assure you. My hand phone, was wedged, precariously, between my burning ear, and, aching neck. The

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How stupid would, I, look....If, I tripped, and, fell down on my butt, in full view of my juniors, at work?If, at a party, I was to prance about the dance floor, with a goofy grin, flapping my arms, like a giant albatross?If, at a presentation, I am asked a question, I cannot answer?Or, worse, if I am asked a question, so elementary, that, a cocky brat in school can answer it, but, I cannot ?If,

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It's amazing, how, life, can come, a full circle.In, just, 12 short months.This day, last year, the Mad Moggies was born.Not by design.But, because, I had had a rough morning, all thanks, to, a recalcitrant domestic help, and, a blood-thirsty cat.I was home alone, and, needed a space to vent!None of my friends were online, to take the flak.Ging, was sulking.Somewhere.And, so,I thought, why not

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Vishu is right round the corner, and, apart from, channeling all my energies, into, recreating a little bit of the Kerala magic and spirit, in my life, it is also time for one of my nostalgic trips.Having spent most of my childhood in the arid desserts of the Middle East, my first real experience of Vishu celebrations occurred, when I was, well into my adolescence.Not that age diminished my

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She was number 58, in the queue.And he, 59.As a metallic voice solemnly intoned 'Token Number Twelve', they glanced at each other, distractedly. And, settled down, for a long wait.The clock ticked on. The fans, above, whirred noisily.But, the oppressive heat, still, weighed heavily on them.Sweat beads glistened, on her nose. And, his brow.Shakira's Hips Don't Lie, suddenly, rends the air.A

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A wise man once said, if you love somebody, set them free. If, the recipient of your affections is truly yours, he, or she, will come back to you. One way or the other. Sooner or the later. And, if not, then, the object of your affection was never yours, to start out with. Scary, as that is. Painful, as that can be. I still believe, freedom, forms the foundation of true love. Because, it

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“People say to me, ‘How can you smile? Then they realize, ‘there’s got to be something more to life, than meets the eye, if, a guy without arms and legs, is living a fuller life than I am.’” Meet Nick Vujicic.A youngster from Australia, who, was born without arms, or, legs. Yes, you heard me right.No arms!And, no legs!Right, from birth.Now, what would, most of us, have done, if, we were in Nick's

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I first heard of Jack, of the beanstalk fame, as a toddler, on my mother's knee. Amma, you see, often, told me tales from far and wide. Not to stamp values & principles, on my young, impressionable psyche, as one may imagine. She did it, because, we both enjoyed it. There were no morals to the stories, she told. Nor, lessons to be learnt. It was a fun 'mother-daughter' activity. And, the most

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My Friend Vinny and I, go back, a very long way.Back to the early nineties, when we were a pair of gawky, wanna-be copy-writers, in a rather run-down, small town ad agency. We were fresh out of college, and, all set to conquer the advertising world.We were, also, blissfully unaware, of the jungle that awaited our arrival. Vinny and I should have been, at each other's throats, right from the word

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It was the last working day of the year. The electricity failed early in the morning, leaving me with no option, but, to start my day with a cold shower. As I stood shivering, under the icy, needle-sharp spray, I KNEW, it was going to be one of those days.Things, could, only go downhill from here.And, I was right.My blackberry, which had been choking out emails at sporadic intervals, all through

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The Earth Hour came last evening.And, it went, without me having switched off a single light.Quite tragic, really, considering that, I love to put switches off.To all those who asked, I said, I hadn't been home.I was out, shopping, for groceries. And, if, I had tried talking Spencer's, where I was at 8:30 p.m., into switching off their lights, I am pretty sure, the noise pollution levels in

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Once upon a time, not so long in the distant past, the term ' Bombay Sisters ' would have conjured up visions, of a pair of kanjivaram*clad matrons, with gargantuan red bindis,** and, a coil of fragrant mallipoo*** tucked into their dark tresses, singing soulfully at a kutcheri****. They were, without doubt, entertainers of immense calibre. Today, one, can never be sure, if the reference is to

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A grey-black rodent scurried across the room, startling kitty into irritable wakefulness.Its temerity, seemed to amaze her.And, roused, the blood-thirsty huntress, sleeping within.As it did, the primeval need to protect, that, which was solely hers.I watched kitty arrange her face, into a mask of intense concentration. And, determinedly stalk the mouse, to a hidey hole.As its tail vanished into

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Amidst the raging squalls, a little girl, overheard her father, threaten to leave...forever. And, though he didn't, that stormy afternoon. His words never faded..  Because, he did walk away. One fine day. Many years later. His words were to haunt her, all through her life. And, hold her back. Every time, she made a friend. Or, felt the first stirrings of love. She could not help, but wonder

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Last weekend, at my mother's, I chanced upon an animated discussion. It pertained to a recently held temple festival, which, my home town is renowned for. The subject, was, of no particular interest, to me. But, for the want of a less strenuous activity,that lazy afternoon, I decided to don the part of the gracious hostess, and, flopped down on a floor cushion, right in the midst of the

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A lazy Thursday afternoon in my home office. I was sprawled on the couch, with the Times crossword in one hand, and, a De Bono, in the other. I felt, and looked, like a super-sized Boa in denim, which, had feasted on one too many goats! My rather heavy lunch, combined with the oppressive heat, only served to bring forth a chorus of sleep fairies, crooning soothing lullabies. I was desperate

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Waiting for cold coffee at the counter of the local Subway, I was jolted out of my private musings by a sassy little miss. She was dancing around in circles, trying to order herself a sub.The little one could not have been a day over seven. But, she spoke with the authority of a 30 year old.Veggies on toasted whole wheat, if you please!Beside her, stood a rather hesitant woman. I was intrigued,

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Even as hues of pink continue to pervade India's cityscapes, most of us, have been oblivious to the unfolding of a quieter, and perhaps, more powerful rebellion, right in the heart of a traditional male stronghold. The village of Banda in Uttar Pradesh. Banda is located in, what is perhaps, the most lawless and desolate region in India - Bundelkhand. A land plagued by dacoity, Bundelkhand had

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My mail boxes are clogged.With ladies underwear.With, Pink Ladies Underwear, to be more precise!And, horror of horrors, I hear, there may be pink saris on their way.Perhaps, pink condoms too!!!If that happens, I know my mail boxes are going to back up on me, leaving me stranded in the middle of a pink lake of cyber-debris, with bits of flotspam merrily bobbing around me!!!I wouldn't have minded

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Sometimes, all it takes, is a near-invisible bit of frayed thread to unravel the best laid plans.Just imagine. A seemingly innocent loose end, which, escapes your eagle eye. Or perhaps, seems too insignificant to warrant much attention.And the consequence?Your plans in your hands, in an infuriating tangle of knots!OK people, I exaggerate a wee bit. BUT, this is what almost happened when I went

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Last week, I took a much needed break from life.From high pressure work situations, oppressive politics and deadlines that hung heavily over my neck. From people, expectations and demands. From mundane routines and, the monotony of everyday life as I knew it.I retreated into a cocoon of seclusion - a womb which proved to be the perfect space for introspection and intense soul searching.It was

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Having grown up on a steady diet of fairy tales from Brothers Grimm, Hans Anderson and finally Enid Blyton, I spent most of my growing years (and adult life too) believing that everyone on this planet came with a kindly Fairy Godmother attached. And why ever not? After all, Cinderella had one and Sleeping Beauty did too. So why not any of us in the real world? Who other than a Fairy God Mother

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I pounded the pavement beside my car impatiently. A hundred million thoughts about my current project ran through my mind, keeping pace with my furious strides. I had places to go....things to do....but my progress had been arrested by my driver, who seemed to have miraculously vanished while I had stepped out for a quick chore.Patience has never been one of my virtues! Amidst the multitude of

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I was at a rather interesting wedding last Sunday.For starters, it was an affair in purple-gold. The bride and groom raced down the aisle in purple-gold. The bridal bouquet was a fussy affair in purple-gold...a bunch of shiny cloth buds and not real ones!!!. The retinue of bridesmaids, flower girls, parents and siblings resembled a marching column in purple-gold. The pews bore sashes of

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At a party this evening, I spotted a gay young lady in blue. She giggled and sparkled but beneath her vivacious charm, I thought I could spot reserve. She sported no man at her side. And when as I was beginning to think that she was a solo act, I heard her mutter to a confidante in an angry undertone "This is precisely what I was telling you about. I don't have a face!!!. For so many years, I

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I haven't slept too well last night.For the past several nights in fact!!There were cats under my bed, you see.And they came to life just as I was about to cross the last stile and drift off into the land of nod.My woes find shape in the form of Don C, Ging's erstwhile love interest, who creeps into our lair as soon as the lights are out.For those not in the know, Don C is a bandit..Not the

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Yet another blow has been struck at womankind. And for once, I am at a loss as to how to react.Voices around me register anger and outrage.I am tempted to join in and fume at the impotent guardians of this nation. I am tempted to demand of the media how they could stand-by, recording this moment of shame for posterity, when they could have help averted it. But above all, I want to demand

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We just hit a 100.....YIPPEE!!! The Moggies just can't stop purring!!! But before we bring out the party hats, we thought we should take a moment to display the Awards & Trophies awarded to us this past month or two. I know, I know.... We should have done this much earlier. And as much as I would like to say that we were waiting for a special moment to preen and take our bows, the fact is the

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There are times when I am ashamed of being a Indian. And then, there are times when I am embarrassed to be a woman. But both at the same time? That happens only once in an azure blue moon....Like this morning, when I chanced to read the story of young Saba Najam. Saba Najam, a 20-something Pakistani student was roughed up in a Mumbai mall last week, only because she dared sport a tattoo in Urdu

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Ladies, if you are crazily in love or in search of this delightful emotion, stock up on Baskin Robbins' Bavarian Chocolate or Ferrero Rocher Gelato! If neither are easily available, stash away boxes of Bounty, Snickers or Twix bars in your refrigerator...Failing which, keep your fingers crossed and hope that the local supermarket runs a 'Buy One, Get One Free' offer on facial tissues while you

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A storm broke last week....And it continues to rage on.... An incredible amount of sound-byte has been expended on the description and analysis of this catastrophe. I guess it will continue until the next sensation rocks us. Last night, I happened to watch an interview with Mr. N Narayana Murthy, the face of Indian IT, where he stressed upon the need for creating an environment of respectability

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The Satyam Fiasco has caught every one's fancy. Software pros across India are either ruing their bad luck or thanking their lucky stars, depending on the brand they sport on their corporate gear. India Inc. can't stop talking about it... And the media just can't stop licking its chomps in glee.... Why ever not? After all, we have our very own 'Enron' now. The nation's acquisition of a corporate

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Move over MSG & Progesterex, for here come the Burundanga Rapists!For those not in the know, Burundanga is the newest drug of choice in the world of hormonally overcharged control freaks! Apparently, the rapists and the wanna-be rapists of this world have finally woken up to the fact that Progesterex, like the holy grail, was a myth after all. That MSG in Coke was not the aphrodisiac it was

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Last evening,I saw a young woman break down because the pressure of being 'nice & stable' wrecked her nerves! "People just push me" she wailed disconsolately "Sometimes it is such an effort to be nice.The nicer I try to be, the more they push. And when I crack, they crib about me being temperamental and weak or a b****, if not both? " "Why not draw lines and tell them a firm no when the

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I have been terrible this New Year.....Really really bad!!!For starters, I did not party on the 31st. Or even make an effort to ring in the New Year with a lot of noise & fanfare. No, I did not cheer wildly at the crackers in the skies or embark on an effusive hugs & air-kisses spree as the clock struck 12. Heck, I didn't even have a sip of the vino.And did I feel deprived? Not at all.Then, I

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" Already 2009...How time flies" mused Sunita, my newest friend on the block, as we drove back from dinner last evening. " Its only 11:00..There is a good 60 minutes more to the New Year" chimed in another friend indignantly " You girls really need to learn to live in the moment, instead of racing ahead of time" I could well understand his outrage. The three of us had had a quiet evening,

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It is that time of the year again!The air is abuzz with party plans and festivities..with laughter and giggles...with warm fuzzy love vibes as people reach out to one another....And, much to my regret, it is buzzing with resolutions as well!!!Apart from swapping notes on New Year plans, it appears that the favourite past-time of a vast majority of the urban population is to identify resolutions

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" Do not use that tone with the waiter, chechy" hissed my cousin, rolling his black ringed eyes at me for extra effect. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that you should never mess with a waiter?"" But the glass is filthy.." I protested indignantly. After all what could an ignorant young bachelor possibly know about the consequences of drinking from glasses stained with dirt and old soap. Holding the

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This morning, I met Shakthivel. A chirpy young boy who should have been at home,readying himself for a day at college or some special class which the kids of today seem to attend in scores. But instead, he was waiting patiently outside Chennai's Central Railway Station at the crack of dawn.He couldn't have been a day over 16...Well scrubbed and neatly turned out too...No morning breath about him.

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Yesterday, Santa left me a wonderful Christmas present in my stocking. A diary from my youth, which I believed had succumbed to the ravages of time. I spent most of the night reading the thoughts as I traversed the rocky path from adolescence to adulthood. At times, I smiled at the innocence of the child I was. And at other times, my wisdom awed me. But when I had turned the last page, there only

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It was a cataclysmic morning in the Moggie Household.After a lazy Sunday at home, the moggies were all tanked up on energy. And to add fuel to fire, we had all woken up this morning with frayed tempers and the proverbial Monday morning blues. The stage was set for fireworks and in no time, Dsk and I were engaged in a war of words. Outside in the back yard, Ging managed to clamber half-way up the

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Absence does make the heart grow fonder. I was back home after a long haul & kitty and I were spending quality time together. We cuddled together on the sofa..Chased each other round the house...Played swipe and catch from under the bed...And eventually, I left Ging to her own devices as I turned my energies to my rather neglected blogs. Assuming that the moggies were otherwise engaged, our

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All through the past few months, I have watched the world around me fret and worry about the recession. And tighten their purse strings which, in my rather uninformed opinion, can only aggravate the situation. The recession is taking its toll on the morale and good humour of the vast majority. So it is with no great enthusiasm that I trudge out to work each morning. My bad humour is mostly rooted

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A cold blustering morning. The chill in the air threatened to permeate my head, lungs and sinus.So I casually flung my black pashmina over my head & sought an opinion from the lady in the mirror. Casual Chic, she confirmed smugly as I stepped into my black heels and put on my over sized dark glasses. I swept into work with my head held high...a little like Greta Garbo, I imagined. But my aplomb

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" Babes, how goes life?" " Well, I guess.... I have lost some weight on my shoulders & face....." * Perking up my ears for words of encouragement & praise* " Hah, so you basically look like a old fashioned round bottomed flask?.....wide on the base??"I am speechless....My friend does have a rather embarassing way of describing things. Fortunately, she isn't above taking shots at herself either...

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December is my month for remembrances....It is the month I lost two beloved pets and an aunt who touched my soul in a very special way...I do not remember the exact dates I lost them. Not that it matters much. The pain of loss was felt long after the day had ended, and still makes my heart throb gently every winter.It might surprise some that I speak of a dog, cat and a beloved aunt in the same

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Never send a man in to do a woman's job, proclaim the male-bashers. Or better still, if you want a job done right the first time, send in a woman.....Easier said than done, my friends.What does one do when the woman who is supposed to do the job not only refuses to do so, but also confounds the daylights out of you by shadow fighting invisible demons around you?This was what I had to contend with

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Sonia Gandhi who now declares "We can no longer sit back....."This after almost 5 years of governance!!! Sure you can't sit back, lady...Not with elections round the corner.L.K Advani & Raj Nath Singh who refused to participate in the Government's all party meet because they wanted to go campaigning...Non participation makes the blame game so much easier, does it not? The CM of Maharashtra who

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Yet another rainy day in Chennai city.I had spent the greater part of my day flipping through NDTV & CNN-IBN and devising new methods of torture for the terrorists in Mumbai. Across the table, Ging napped on my favourite chair.A wet little mouse screwed his courage to the sticking point and ventured inside timidly, seeking shelter from the pelting rain....straight into the path of two startled

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The terror and carnage is back....Once again, India bleeds. This time, we have been hit where it really hurts! Mumbai is a city besieged...And the nightmare continues even as I type. Like millions across the country, I can only suppress my horror and pray for some reprieve...Mumbai needs our prayers like never before. Brave men have laid down their lives....Civilians, Commandos, Policemen,

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It has been one year since we moved in. Artfully hidden somewhere in the next two weeks, is the day Ging walked into our lives and mewed us into submission. Sadly, none of us can remember the actual date, because a case of mistaken identity left us oblivious to her entry into the moggie household.End November 2007, Dsk, Orange and I moved into our present house. For those not in the know, Orange

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Have you ever run after a departing train and managed to board it just in the nick of time? As Kajol did, years ago, in Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge...And as Kareena failed to do, more recently, in Jab We Met? Well, I did this morning....And, it was nothing like in the movies!!!For starters, there were no handsome heroes, either on the train or off it, to make the run worthwhile. At 5:45 a.m,

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At times, what you want desperately is something you cannot have......And yet, in a mysterious cosmic way, it is yours.:) :)

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There is a battle raging in my body!!!.. And I didn't even know... I had always assumed that I was challenged as far as issuing directions went. If I said right, the left hand would automatically pop up. And when the left was called upon to lead the way, the right was all too ready to upstage it. At first, I assumed I was being absent minded. But when months of diligent effort failed to rectify

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Ill news travels fast, I hear. And now I know.It appears that news about Operation Downsize Jumbo has spread far and wide. The martians are popping up from behind every little shrub and tree, to lend their services in helping Jumbo shed her lubber.My friend Vicky threatened to conduct a fat test on me in 6 months and pulverise the Diet Controller if as much as an itsy-bitsy cell of fat chanced to

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" Do you know how many call girls I can get with just a phone call?" he asked in exasperated amusement... " Very many I know" she replied........And she wondered if she would ever dare say the same with such casual confidence? Even to he who was the love of her life and her closest confidante? Would any woman dare?.....So much for women's liberation.....

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Never let go of your sisters, they say. Amen to that. Where would we be if we didn't have our safe, warm Venusian cocoons to retreat into for that special brand of sisterly love to cope with the highs and lows of life? Probably lolling about on the couch glued to the idiot box with candy wrappers and tubs of ice cream strewn about our feet. Or pounding the payments in search of retail therapy. As

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Normally, home truths about humanity dawn on me at the most mundane of moments...When I am lounging about in a blue pool..or ambling along without a care in my heart. However, this time, departing from the routine, enlightenment struck at a corporate meeting....And my discovery? The Alpha Martians.The Alpha Martians are no near extinct species I chanced to stumble upon. They are everywhere...

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When it comes to looks, a lot of people have really simple stuff to deal with. Bad hair days. Zits, big and small. Or at worst, a bad hair cut which needs to be camouflaged by hats, scarves or bunched into scrunchies until it grows out in a week or two. I have all of these and as a bonus, problematic eye brows which are the bane of every parlour maid's existence. Oh yes people, I exaggerate not

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" Rain Rain Go AWAYYou make my days oh so greyThe pitter patter on my paneIs driving me quite insaneMy toes are wet, my clothes are dampIf you went, who'd give a damn ?So, Rain Rain GO AWAY!!! "As bad as my friend's poetic skills were, I found it hard to repress my mirth at the irony of the situation. Here I was praying for torrential rains to wash away the Diwali crackers while she desperately

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" Monday's Diwali" I announced gloomily. Next to me, kitty's face reflects the very same emotion, but with much greater intensity. Only DSK perks up, seemingly oblivious to the misery of his women folk who were huddled together on the couch. " Maybe the depression in the Bay will hang around for a couple more days. If it continues to pour through the weekend, then not very many are going to

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Yesterday evening, the Government in Tamil Nadu exploded a Diwali pataka on the unsuspecting electorate....By unveiling its " Use Less, Pay More" policy for power consumption.In about 2 weeks from now, domestic consumption will necessarily have to be reduced by 20%, failing which families will have to shell out 50% more for every additional unit consumed. The same holds good for shops,

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The recession is back. And this time, it seems scarier than ever. The media keeps churning out reports about plummeting stocks, credit crunches, bankruptcy of Companies and even Countries, disaster sales, layoffs and downsizing!! Speculation is rife. The air is thick with fear and insecurity. Cost cutting has become the mantra of the day as businesses tighten their belts and gird their loins to

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" Do you know what my little one is up to these days? " Although Pradeep's voice was deceptively innocent, I thought I heard a trace of repressed laughter and suspected that my karmic sibling was about to deal a blow to my self-esteem.I was right. "She keeps stalking my father trying to tell him the story of the three little pigs. The only problem is that she can't get past the first line and

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I must admit that dividing time between Bangalore and Chennai most definitely has its advantages.....I get to catch up with old friends, eat my favourite cuisines and above all, continue patronising my tailor who has been outfitting me these past many years. In fact, I sometimes think I have the best of both worlds....A thought, which I confess, does not go down very well with Dsk.The sight of me

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"Maids, can't live with them...can't live without them" I announced to Ging, who looked as harried as I did after taking in the mess on the floor. Our maid Shanthi, in a fit of rage, had just swept jars of our favourite pickles off the counter on to the floor and was now glaring most defiantly at me. And the cause for her ire? That I had dared to draw her attention to the gossamer laced shelves

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" Ah,here comes the cat girl" chirped the lady at the local dry-cleaners,as she spied me hauling my load of washing up the street. Her breezy introduction was obviously not meant for my ears. But as there isn't much that a kitty ear misses, I was forewarned of an audience within and therefore, forearmed. It wasn't that I was offended by her description. How could I be, considering that the

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Some time back, I was privy to a rather entertaining conversation between two colleagues of different nationalities, living in different continents. One was in the thick of putting together a legal report which required every teeny tiny detail to be deadly accurate, while the other was coordinating with agencies and, people for information gathering and transmission. Everything was going well.

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"She is cyber stalking me now.......That *@*#*^@ ^ " .I yelled at hubby dearest, in fury mingled with triumph...The she in question, referred to a silly little mosquito who had been inadvertently removed from her murky marshes and now, buzzed aimlessly across the oceans in the Promised Land. It was the perfect example of a non-entity marrying above her station and reacting to the change in her

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What does a certain someone do when life suddenly pulls the carpet from under her feet and sends all *beeep* pounds of her tumbling down faster than Jack & Jill with their rusty pail? Cuss a little...... Cry silent tears of rage.... Eat some chocolate.... And, get back into the rat race with her thick lower lip sticking out ominously !!! Watch out world...Here comes the manic road roller....

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" Bebs, what should I wear to the Investors' Meet on Saturday?"I scowled in annoyance.... This must be the gazillion-th time Dsk was asking me this question. I had already offered him my suggestions.Not once. Not twice...But, many times over. And, as usual, all of them had ricocheted off the thick martian skull and buried themselves in oblivion.Perhaps he is just trying to irritate me, I thought

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A friend of mine asked for help with his dissertation and since the topic was of particular interest to me, I readily agreed. My task was to identify and gather information from suitable respondents. A piece of cake, I assured him and shot off a dozen odd ' Need An Urgent Favour' emails to friends, colleagues and family. Some responded within the hour. The others demanded compensation in the form

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Sometimes I amaze myself....While I have been wondering how to balance my insane workload for the week and also make time for the little pleasures that my favourite city affords me, around me, the world as I know it seems to be crumbling into rubble.This morning's headlines indignantly screamed that the Churches had been viciously attacked again...Vandalised and robbed by dastardly cowards in the

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There used to be a time when the radio was the primary mass medium and its performers -artists par excellence- known for their dramatic flair as much as their oratorical skills. I have heard old timers reminisce about the mass hysteria generated by the broadcast of Wells's War of the Worlds...MacArthur's address after the surrender of Japan...And the speeches of stalwarts like Churchill, Nehru &

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" Do you know what Corporate India desperately needs???"I open my mouth to proffer a suggestion when it struck me that I wasn't really expected to answer. In fact, anything I said would only distract my irate friend, who had a tendency to overindulge in rhetorical questions while venting in anger, sorrow, excitement and sometimes, even to narrate common place incidents. So I held my peace and

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It was a nightmare come true...The difference being that in real life I was, much to my relief, the spectator on the edge of the rink than the one embroiled in the action.We had spent most of our evening at the half prize sale of our favourite book store, Landmark. Although we walked out happily with our steals, the browsing had exhausted us and so, we decided to refuel at a popular and almost

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" Rekz, isn't Onam on the 12th? What are you planning to do?"" Nothing"" Nothing at all???"" Na"Hailing from a true blue Brahmin family, tradition and strict adherence to age-old customs had been an integral part of young Dsk's daily life. Festivals, of course, used to be noisy, colourful and replete with elaborate rituals. So, it is no small wonder that he now has difficulty reconciling to my

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This morning, my domestic help informed me that she wants to go abroad.To America.The land of milk and honey, where the footpaths are paved with gold and money plants are made of real green bucks. I suspect her sudden migration plans may have a lot to do with the tongue lashing she received yesterday, when a leisurely tour of the house yielded several strategically located cobwebs, a battalion of

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There are very many of us who are impervious to the threats that dangle over our heads,like the mythical sword of Damocles. As a Nation, we are so used to news of floods, famines, random acts of terror and other such similar calamities which claim hundreds of lives with such regularity, that it would seem the general public may have overdosed on bad news and therefore, been rendered insensitive.

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Ging and I had been bonding a lot over the weekend. Perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or maybe it was that the house was experiencing an estrogen overdrive with just me and Ging in residence, doing nothing much other than sleep, stuff our faces with the most sinful, calorie rich foods and sleep even more. As much as we enjoyed our time alone, the novelty of the sleep-eat-sleep

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Miaow!This is me, Gingerbread a.k.a Ging. I have been trying to get my paws on the Mad Moggies Blog for quite sometime now, but mommy guards her laptop far too zealously for my comfort. So today when I saw her rooting about in the larder, I thought I would seize my opportunity....Carpe Diem and all that jazz.* licks paws in glee** cocks head wondering what to write next**Swipes whiskers & snout

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