Living in the moment.. again

I remember writing a long while ago about living in the moment and how difficult it is. Although I still agree with those thoughts, I did manage to steal a few minutes from the worries of tomorrow to enjoy the present.

We were in the upstairs bedroom, me and A. I think it had rained during the day and the insects made sounds in sharp contrast to the eerie silence of the night. The night was cool with the rain having washed away the sticky heat, the dull humming of the fan making a soothing background score. That’s when I heard it, the singing, a man singing followed by a chorus. I assumed it to be the belated festival celebrations, but the sound was coming from the river behind the house.  It we the boat and the boat men singing!!!!

Those few minutes… the warmth of A in my lap, the sheer silence of the cool night broken by the singing, it was pure bliss.  I’ll never forget those surreal moments !!!


Reclaiming my time

It’s Friday evening and typical lunch time question is – What plans for the weekend?
My answer – NOTHING. Some people get offended, sometimes hurt even when I answer this as they feel I dont want to share with them what debauchery I am upto over the weekend. A very selected few understand.

There was a time when our typical weekend would start Friday evening with dining out (oh the glorious-just-post-wedding days ) followed by sleeping very late night sometimes reading or gaming or just spending time over some usless banter. The Saturday did not start before 10AM where the possibility of a breakfast was next to nill. Rushing out to buy groceries trying to fix the meals, making the house habitable for the coming week – the 2 days would be over in a jiffy and the weekend always left me kind of exhausted. It never felt like a relaxed weekend however late into the morning I slept.

Back in college, I was amazed at my friends’ stories of waking up past noon time (That would have meant apocalyse in my home though) simply because that is not how my parents house functioned. You woke up max by 6.30 AM no questions asked (or answered 🙂 ).

When I moved out for my first job and settled into a house with room mates, I ended up being the early morning ghost. All of them would sleep way past the morning time and I would roam room to room hoping to catch anyone with her eyes open. These room mates (yes yes I am placing all the blame on you roomies) and the lack of discipline staying away from home meant I very soon joined the ranks of my roomies and spent the weekends gloriously sleeping late.

I remember a friend of BB’s (lets call him R) mentioning – “I always make it a point to wake up early over the weekend. It makes me feel I have more free time”. The statement stuck me as very very odd. Who wants to wake up early and that too on a weekend?? What possibly can replace the joy of sleeping in till late morning?

In my very first post I had mentioned how BB and I have started running. We started with the couch to 5K program (more on those awesome podcasts later) which promised to have us running for 5km non stop in 30 minutes. We started going to our neighbourhood park for the run but the problem was that if were not early enough, the sun would be out beating down our sweat speckled faces. Not pretty. Not comfortable. Hence started our trysts with waking up early.

For the first few days it required sheer determination and grit to haul ourselves out of the bed at the unearthly hour of 5AM – but having woken up early with the combination of good execise meant we were tired down to our bones by 10 PM. SO it didnt take ong to settle down into this routine. Sleep 10PM wake 5AM. The body clock is pretty much used to this schedule now and on most days we dont need th alarm to wake up. With this routine I realized why I had never been able to sleep on time  – I was never physically tired enough. It was always the mental fatigue disguised as the physical one (yes your brain can play those tricks on you!!)  at the end of each day but the muscles were not used enough sitting in the office chair the whole day which prevented me from falling asleep on time.

I also relate to what R had mentioned – the feeling of having more time. Post run we are back home by 7AM. We make sure the meals prep (breakfast and lunch) is over by 10 AM. To make the working couples’ life saner there is BigBasket (we both HATE and are terrible at grocery shopping and the weekend crowd gets over our nerves) – so breakfast lunch grocery all check check check check before 10AM. We have the whole rest of the day with us!!!! Now there is more time to read, paint (BB not me) or I might not even do anything worthwhile during the rest of the day but is’nt this how weekends should actually be? Having Nothing to do over the weekend, unhurried pace of life, with no agendas, time idylly rolling by?

How do you prefer your weekends to be ?

Living in the moment…

Is so difficult… Here I am sitting in my In laws place, four days into my week long vacation and having such a relaxing time.


 But somehow I am not able to enjoy the moment, the present day as the impending flight back home is just around the corner in another 2 days.. Is this just me or everyone goes through this??


PS: It is a month old post lying in the drafts.. Published today..

Lunch time conversation….

We have TVs installed in our cafeteria… Either music channels or news channels are played… I was having lunch with a few colleagues with AAP news being aired on the TVs when this conversation happened.. 

Person 1: This guy Kejriwal sure seems to be doing some right stuff..

Me: Yea let’s wait and see how it works out but things he has done far do sound good..

Person 2: Yea.. At least he has his agenda right.. All people like us want is less corruption more transparency…  

Person 1: Oye btw where are you guys getting the medical bills from for the annual reimbursement…. 

Person 2: Tension na le… I’ll get it done for you.. I know someone… He charges just 100 bucks…

Me: Errr… But .. Ummm Ain’t that kinda wrong ?????

Person 2: Arreee itna to chalta hai India mein…. 

Me: Totally dumbfounded !!!!!

India might have a middle class hero in Arvind Kejriwal who vows to change the system but there is a lot of introspection this middle class has to do before placing the whole blame of corrupt India on the politicians alone….

I Miss those Winters..

There is something about October.. Something changes then.. All these years I have not been able to put a finger on that something but it so untangible and yet felt by almost everyone at that time of the year.. There is a general sense of euphoria that I start feeling come October.

Maybe it is the festival time to look forward to or the general pleasant weather – as I said I’ve never been able to find out what it is.. October for me is the harbinger of Winter.. The season I had a love hate relationship with and yet I find myself missing winters with an aching longing hidden somewhere deep in the recesses of my heart.

Arrival of winters at home meant the annual sunning of the rajais and sweaters..

Winters at one time meant wearing a sweater to school and coming back home with the pullover tied around the waist .. Whatt??? It made us look cool!!!! (Atleast we thought so then )..

Winters at one time meant sitting in the sun and devouring innumerable oranges..

Winters at one time meant the warm and comforting smell of roasted peanuts on almost every road..

Winters at one time meant Maa’s special Pinni ( whose aroma filled the house like magic..

 Winters at one time meant hot out of the stove jalebis singing the tongue…

Winters at one time meant being let out of the house without a bath once in a while .. 😀

Winters at one time meant driving to college on my Activa and reducing the speed to 0 if I needed to stop as the hands were too numb to press the breaks..

Winters meant being holed up in the quilt with hot water bottle at the feet and reading and rereading all my favourite books.

Not sure what made me write this post today but the rather low temparatures here down south defintely had a role to play in this nostagia trip today….

The weighty issues…

So the interia was shed (literally !!) and I decided to haul my heavy self around for some excercise. Not an easy task you see with the amount of bulk I carry on myself.

Before I write any further, it is very important to let you know that BB is blessed with some awesome genes which prevent him from gaining any weight which in turn keeps his “youthful looks’ perennially intact (This has led to a few hilarious incidents but I digress..).

I was chubby (NOT fat mind you!! huh) before the wedding but we lived the grand life post shaadi and when chubby became fat I did not realize ( I did notice actually when the pre wedding and wedding clothes would’nt fit any longer but I ignored it royally by buying new bigger sized clothes – Simple eh?)

Long story short I woke up to the reality and wanted to get fitter and lose weight while BB wanted to gain stamina. BB and I decided to start with a morning walk. Oh boy was it fun!!!

Well NO.. it was not. Hurdle number one was waking up early – how should the princess who is used to waking up not before 8 AM open her eyes to the world at 6AM ? It was dealt with a lot of loving and persuasive words by the husband at first and a lot of kicks and dragging out of bed later. So waking up on time – Check

Next came the actual walking. Morning time, lovely weather, cool breeze, BB and HK – all went well. But like all good things coming to an end this one did too as BB decided its time to start some running as walking was too easy. So run we did.

While BB leaped around like a bunny with his light body, I ran behind him like a pampered poodle put to police duty huffing and puffing , the tongue hanging out, flailing my arms and hair stuck to the sweaty face. It was a sight to behold that I can assure you from the amused faces of the onlookers.

But, I have held on. I am doing it every day, without fail and although I hate to admit it, I kind of like running now.

Also, in time a weighing scale was duly procured. I spend half my days perched on top of this piece of equipment extolling the damn thing to show me a better number. I monitor my weight once in the morning and once in the evening and then before meals and after meals before going to the toi…. err I’ll stop here.

BB agrees I have lost it. My brain not the weight.