Day 23: A Govt of ‘Ram Bhakts’

I haven’t written about politics much recently. More often than not, by the time I read something, it is already old news.

Today, husband was watching the news and I saw this news being aired.

Apparently this is the logic for commissioning this road.

According to the epic “Ramayana”, Lord Rama took this route to reach the Chitrakoot forest to serve an exile of fourteen years after abandoning his claim to Kosala’s throne. 

This is a government of ‘Ram bhakts’, government of those who shout ‘Jai Shri Ram’ slogans. Hence I promise you that Ram Van Gaman Marg will also be upgraded to a national highway

I was gobsmacked. So we now have a government of ‘Ram Bhakts’! And not just that, we will build roads based on a religious text. So many things wrong with this!

Why would you bring religion so blatantly into policy making? Surely making roads should be based on need of the moment and not to satisfy some religious sentiments. Make roads, we all know that there are plenty of roads that are crying out for being made/repaired, but why, why, why add a religious angle to it?

Secondly, why would you say something being a ‘govt of Ram Bhakts’, or of people who shout ‘Jai Shri Ram’ when we are a secular country. I wonder how it feels to people of other faiths when my blood boils, despite the fact that I am a Hindu by faith. And even being a Hindu doesn’t make you an automatic ‘Ram Bhakt’! But some people will never understand this!

Thirdly, it worries me. Like Maya said in this post. It is worrying that this govt seems to be turning a blind eye to so many ‘fringe elements’, be it people demanding bans of books or people asking Hindu women to have 4 children. The fact that these so called fringe elements seem to have become empowered to come out and speak with authority is worrying, at least for me.

At least if it had been just the fringe elements, it would have been tolerable, but today it is a Union Minister, who says this. This for me, has reached a whole new level.

Day 22: Morning madness

I tell you, I could write a book based on all my adventures in the morning.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that I am a morning person. I like waking up early and morning is the time I feel most active. Mornings, funnily enough are also the time that I end doing the silliest of things.

My weeks start off quite well organized. I would have ironed most (do notice, I say most, not all) of my clothes, most of daughter’s uniforms, I might even have managed to pack a lunch. I don’t normally take lunch with me neither does daughter. On some days she doesn’t like the school lunch menu, so I pack a lunch box for her. But most days, we don’t carry lunch. I would like to, but we don’t have a microwave at work (health and safety, apparently!). If I have to eat cold food, I prefer to step out and get something from a nice lunch place. Some days, when I am inspired, I do take a sandwich, or a nice salad, but it’s very, very rare. Only of I’m really feeling inspired or if I’ve got back to back meetings and no time for lunch.  Some days, I’ve also done stupid things like forgetting my lunch at home! Which is really annoying, because the only reason I had packed lunch was that I knew I had a packed schedule.

So on one such morning. It was a mid week morning, I had clothes ironed for that day, but not for the rest of the week. I had packed lunch for daughter, packed a sandwich for myself. I had woken up feeling extremely tired, probably one of those days when I didn’t have a good night’s sleep. So by the time all this got done, I was running the slight risk of being late. I had got dressed and when I looked at myself in the mirror,  a haggard old woman stared back. Skin looked lifeless, dark circles under the eyes.. hair, well hair is always messy, so can’t use that. As a last minute damage control, I dug out a forgotten bottle of foundation. Now, those who have met me, will vouch for the fact that I’m not a ‘dresser-up’. The max I do is use a lipstick. And sometimes a foundation. Mostly days like this when I’m in disaster control mode.

So. As I was saying, I dug out the bottle of foundation, used so long ago, that I had to struggle to get it to open. Finally, I managed to get out a small quantity of the liquid and smoothed it on my skin as best as I could. All this with one eye on the clock. I wasn’t realy behind schedule until then. We had about five minutes to get out of the door. And then if the car was not frozen, I would be off in a minute or so. If the car was frozen, that would add more than a few minutes to my timeline. So I was rushing to make sure that we leave on time when I glanced down at my trousers and noticed that while wrestling with that bottle of foundation, I had managed to spill some on my black trousers. Wiping off made no difference. No, that’s not true, it made it worse. All I could do is change. As I hunted around to find myself another pair of trousers, I realized that everything else needed to be ironed. I managed to find a skirt but then realized that I couldn’t find tights that looked decent. One thing after another.

It was a while by the time I could find everything I needed. Daughter stood there with a worried look on her face, exasperated that her mum had managed to delay things again.

It was 15 minutes later that we managed to step out. 15 minutes make a lot of difference. From almost empty roads to long queues of cars. That day, it was worse. It was an icy day. All I could do was wait. Wait for the car to get defrosted, and then wait in the long queue in the roads.

By the time I reached work, I was late. Daughter, thankfully, was on time, but I wasn’t so lucky.

Day 21: Snow No Show

We were supposed to be snowed in today. Heavy snow was the forecast. Last evening when we were getting back home from work, we thought it had already started.

Beautiful large snowflakes were coming down. It looked beautiful. What is it about snow that looks so beautiful, that you forget the chaos it brings! Daughter was jubilant. She had been waiting for a proper snow for ages. She even told the snow, ‘Oh Snowy, It’s been three years since I saw you. Please don’t stop!’ Even I felt a tiny bit excited at the prospect of snow-covered everything.

But stop it did. Much to daughter’s disappointment. We got a dusting of snow, which was soon washed away by the sleet and the rain. ‘Why couldn’t we live in a place like Leeds where it snowed so much!’!, is what Daughter wants to know. And this morning, instead of waking up to a snow covered morning, I’ve woken up to a rain drenched morning.

I have to say, even I am a tiny bit disappointed. Rain isn’t the most exciting of weather where we live! Also annoyed that I lugged my laptop home yesterday (in case it snowed and I was stuck at home) and now I’m going to have to lug it back! At least the car doesn’t look like it’s frozen. Small mercies, I suppose.

How’s the weather at your end ?

Musing Mondays – 2


Day 19 post on the book blog..

Originally posted on Any Excuse To Read:

Musing Mondays are hosted by Miz B.


Musing Mondays is a weekly meme that asks you to choose one of the following prompts to answer:
I’m currently reading…
Up next I think I’ll read…
I bought the following book(s) in the past week…
I’m super excited to tell you about (book/author/bookish-news)…
I’m really upset by (book/author/bookish-news)…
I can’t wait to get a copy of…
I wish I could read ___, but…
I blogged about ____ this past week…

Up next I think I’ll read.

Boko Haram by Mike Smith


Or may be, it will be

Housewitch by Katie Schickel


It all depends on how I feel after I finish the book I am on at the moment. So tell me, what do you have lined up to read?

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Day 18: Of Jiggling Tummies and Irresistible food

I’ve mentioned something about how much weight I’ve put on.

The holiday season has wrecked havoc on my waistline, which was not in great shape to start with, in any case. So when I saw the scales tip at 58.6 kgs, I almost cried. I have never weighed so much before. At least not in the recent past.

I knew I’ve been eating badly (cakes, doughnuts, samosas, pizzas, hardly surprising!) but it wasn’t unless I had that jiggling belly episode that I completely panicked. You see, one day over the holidays, inspired by husband using the treadmill everyday, I got on it too. Much to my horror, as I ran, I could feel my tummy jiggling. Horror of horrors! My mirror had been lying to me all this while! I had an inkling that my mirror did make me look thinner than I was, but this was just too much! If had any further doubts, it was soon removed when I went and picked up clothes at the boxing day sales. I wasn’t fitting into my usual size. Couldn’t ask for more proof could I?

It was time for some drastic action . I am not capable of taking drastic action when it comes to controlling weight, but something needed to be done.

I had a plan in place. I would do a spot of stretches and Pilates in the morning at 5:30 and would get on the treadmill in the evenings after work. I also had plans of taking lunch with me to avoid the temptation of picking up unhealthy stuff from outside. It worked. For a day. The first day after the holidays, I took my lunch in, exercised in the morning and did a 20 minute season on the treadmill. As per plan. First day checked off.

On the next day, I exercised in the morning, didn’t have the time to pack lunch and missed my evening treadmill plan because I was exhausted. Then on, it’s been all downhill. The only thing I’ve managed to stick by is the rule of no sweets. Until yesterday. Today, I’ve gone and dumped that rule too. I’ve been enticed by these!


There’s only so much a girl can resist!

Book Review: Pause to Rewind by Aimee Alexander


Day 17 post on the book blog

Originally posted on Any Excuse To Read:


Jenny Dempsey has exchanged life in the fast lane for freelance journalism and being a mum. She doesn’t look back. Why would she? A broken engagement to her fiancé Dave. A falling-out with her parents. And a night in a hotel room best forgotten. Life is simple now. Jenny’s little boy, Charlie, is starting school, beginning to build a life independent from her. She needs to get her own back.

Life, though, has other plans. When Charlie is diagnosed with leukaemia, Jenny is forced to confront her past and all that she has turned from. But she will do anything for Charlie.

The blurb had me hooked. I came across this book when I was trying out Kindle Unlimited. It was quite annoying that most of the books available on Kindle Unlimited were just not appealing to me. This one, however, sounded interesting, that of course, meant nothing. Many a…

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Day 16: Saying it with pictures

I’m late in posting today. Busy day, long day. It’s only now at 9:30 at night that I’ve had a chance to relax.

Daughter is at a sleep over, and I’m trying to read and watch a movie husband is trying to get me to watch.

It’s while watching that, that it suddenly dawns on me that I’ve completely forgotten to post today. Not good at all. I had a few ideas floating about in my head, but all that requires sitting down and thinking it through. Which I have no time or inclination for on a Friday evening. So let me do the only thing I can do. Ramble. Aimlessly.

And to break it up, let me post some pictures from our new years trip to London. Just mobile pics. I’m still to download pictures from the cameras.



And one, special one for Smita.


Saks, I tried to get one of Depp for you, but it was just too crowded. People were almost draping themselves over him as if he were the real one :)

That’s today’s post sorted. Now I’m off to watch that movie.

Day 15: Winter Woes

I’m this close to giving up this marathon. This close.

The only reason I haven’t yet is that despite having no time or energy, I do have a story to tell.

Remember how I told you about snow one night? The night when I stood and watched the falling snow, mesmerized? Well, the full extent of the impact of that snow was evident only the next morning.

So as usual, the usual morning rush had me running around. We got ready on time, for a change. One look at my snow covered car had me convinced that it was going to take some time to sort out. Just to be on the safe side I also ordered a taxi. Just in case. Of course, snow meant that taxis were all extra busy as well. I was told that there was a minimum of a twenty minute wait. That was fine. It was just a back up anyway. I would get the car defrosted before that, and I would just cancel when the car got going.

The car was covered with snow. So all I needed to do was get the snow scraper and scrape it off. Once I got all our stuff (and daughter) into the car. That was the first hurdle at which I fell. The snow had turned to ice and had frozen the doors shut.

Thankfully the boot wasn’t frozen shut, so I opened the boot, popped my handbag and laptop bag in. Armed with the de-icer, off I went to tackle the doors. The right side doors seemed to have less snow on them, something to do with the direction of the snow, I guess. By the time I had emptied the entire de-icer, on those two doors, they showed signs of opening.

Once the doors opened, Daughter and I got it, and I switched on the heating. The ice was quite firm and it didn’t make sense to use the scraper, because it was just too firm.

That was when I noticed my neighbour pouring hot water on his car. Now that was an idea. I ran back into the house to get my kettle with some warm water left over from my morning cuppa. The warm water on the windshield worked like a charm. All I needed was another round of warm water. Rushing back to the front door, hunting for my keys, it suddenly dawned on me. In my hurry to get the warm water, I had left my keys in the house. The front door is self locking so it had locked itself, leaving me and daughter locked out side, with no keys. What made it worse was that the car keys were in the same bunch as well. So we could do absolutely nothing. I called my landlady asking her if she had a spare key, and thankfully she did. Husband of course was out of town, so his spare keys couldn’t help any way. She did, and we planned to meet up near my workplace to pick up the keys.

That sorted, the next worry was transportation. Bus was an option, but risky. One the buses might not even turn up in time. Two, we had too much stuff between the two of us. With the roads being as slippery as it was, it would just be asking for trouble. Daughter didn’t even have boots on. So, the only option was for us to wait for the taxi when it came. If it came.

I called the taxi service a few times, only to be told each time that we are in the queue and the taxi would reach us, they weren’t in a position to say when.

So we waited. Thankfully we have turned off the auto lock feature of the car, so it didn’t lock us out. We sat in the car, cold. The cold car, cold from the night, cold from the ice surrounding it, was far from pleasant.



Soon the cold started creeping up our legs. Daughter was worried about other things like being late for school. She was so very upset that she wouldn’t be in time that she burst out in frustration, ‘Amma, that was a very silly thing you did!’

Yes, of course. Amma has indeed been very silly. As the wait increased my worries increased. Daughter had just about got over her horrid cough, what if that came back? I had a really busy day lined up at work, how much later was I going to get? Time passed really slowly indeed.

Finally after about sitting in that freezing car for about 40 minutes, the taxi turned up. We heaved a sigh of relief and jumped in. We had to leave the car unlocked, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I could only hope that it didn’t get stolen by the time we got back.

I had plans to come back at lunch time to get my keys and lock the car. But my day at worked proved just as busy as I thought it would be. It was six in the evening by the time we got back. Completely exhausted. Daughter slept off in the taxi back home. The poor thing clearly was exhausted with the whole day’s events. Thankfully the car was still on the drive.

That was probably the biggest relief for me. Thankfully a not so bad end to an way-too-long day.

Day 14: Wintery Musings

Exhausted. That’s how I feel today.

I hate that feeling when I wake up feeling exhausted. Yesterday was a busy day at work and by the time I got home, I had no energy for anything. I just about managed to fix dinner.

Almost slept off without eating dinner. Woke up at around 10, and had a bite to eat as I was hungry and then as I was dozing off, heard the sound of heavy rain hitting the window panes. I peaked out to see swirling snow!

We had a bit of snow last afternoon. It scares me if I see snow when I’m out. My car is a rear wheel drive and an absolute nightmare to drive in snow.  While others ooh and aah at the pretty snow flakes, I can just feel my worry quotient increasing steadily. Thankfully the snow was light enough to not settle. It was all clear by evening.

So as I was saying, at around 10:30 at night, when I looked out, there was snow coming down hard. As I watched, within minutes, I could see the ground turning white. Cars getting covered in white. It’s a mesmerizing sight, the sight of white floating matter coming down hard, performing a little dance as they rush to lay on the ground. As much as I dread driving in snow, I have to say, I love watching it comes down, as far as I’m watching it from the comfort of my own home, I have to add.

I had so much fun that I even woke up Daughter to show her, who, let me tell you, was not at all enthused about being woken from sleep to watch snow!

The first thing I did this morning is check the conditions. As expected, the snowing has stopped, but it has left behind icy roads and an icy car to defrost.

Which means that I shouldn’t be writing a post at 6:10 in the morning but getting ready 15 minutes earlier than usual to have the time to defrost the car!  Off I go.

Have a great day folks!