The unmade bed

Completed the book. The ending was not what i had hoped for. The story is about " love between a man and a woman". The woman is a famous actress who has no qualms about changing lovers. She has a brief fling with the guy and dumps him for a director. Five years later, the guy, who is now a budding playwright, and who has not been able to get over her, professes his love for her again. And they pick up from where they left. The guy is completely and hopelessly in love with her. But she considers it just like another affair, to be ended when it is convenient. She gives in to physical temptation and sleeps around but even when he finds out, he stays devoted to her. In the end, she falls in love with him. And the story ends on that note. i so wanted the guy to get over her.

Love is such a strange emotion. And that is such an inane conclusion.

nuggets from a wonderful book

"It is one of love's greatest charms that you no longer wonder what am i doing here but you think what can i do to stay here'
---The unmade bed by Francoise Sagan

Only halfway through but the story is rivetting...a story of love, of jealousy....Will write about it when i am done with it. But i just love it..love it for the all-so-real emotions...Or maybe i have been too long without getting intoxicated by words........

Just another "allergic" monday

New place. New cubicle. A cosy corner with a nice view. Same old company. Same old colleagues. A running nose. And a bad case of dust allergy...Some way to welcome monday.

Went to the airport to see my family off. But they did not let visitors inside for security reasons (maybe 'cause Republic day is approaching?)A bit sad to see them go but they would come again in March before i fly away to another nest. So there...

Deadlines again. Need to complete my code before thursday. Great. Serves me right for taking it easy. Now, girl, you have to slog your ass off.

Have been having these numbing headaches. The kind that makes you want to tear your hair off. Maybe i should just shave my head!

The book fair is coming. This time, i am going to buy the collection of Maugham's short stories. How i love that man. i am going to go there all alone and browse to my little black heart's content. And buy books and books...oohhhh..the ecstacy...But i will miss him. He is not much of a book lover..but i do try to make him read some good ones...

This ad sucks.......

Saw this ad on TV yesterday for the first time. Father teaching son to fly kite on the roof top. Mother hanging the laundry. Suddenly, she kicks the bucket (ok, she did not die, but just kicked the bucket!!).Father looks at the mother, nods. Some secret code, i guess. Mother smiles coyly (or at least tries to) and rushes inside. Father hands the boy the “dori”, follows the mother. He locks the door. And then, i found out it was an ad for nirodh condom!! What?! And the first thing that came to my mind was how they could leave the child alone to fly kite on the roof top unattended while they indulged in an afternoon/evening bout of passion. Child endangerment! Surely, not the kind of feeling the ad makers thought of invoking in people watching the ad. And i thought Indians never did “it” in broad daylight!

All the dumb serials on TV are turning dumber, if that is possible. So many illogical twists and turns. Enough to make you nauseated. But still, we go on watching them. Morons, all of us.

liver ban!

i read an article about this dish – foie gras - being banned in some states in US. i was intrigued. So did some read-up and found out that it is a French delicacy – “liver of a duck or goose that that has been specially fattened by force feeding". The flavour is described as rich, buttery and delicate. i am not too fond of liver so i would pass this up if ever i am offered this dish!. Apparently, animal rights activists are up in arms against it as they are of the view that force feeding of the geese is inhuman. Interestingly, this dish originated from one of my dream destinations –Egypt.

On the home front, getting a microwave has turned out to be indeed a blessing. Back in the States, it was something i considered a necessity. Over here, never really felt the need for it. But now that we have it, we use it religiously – from cooking rice to heating leftovers. So adieu to the good old pressure cooker and the familiar whistle….

'No' to bandh...

Bandh. Yet again. Thought of staying at home and extending the weekend mood. But the nightmare of having to compensate for it on Saturday spurred me enough to board a crowded bus and make it to the office. I think people are tired of bandhs and the streets are pretty much alive with people going on with their lives.

The weekend was pretty much OK. Went to the airport to see his parents off, and then rushed back to the bank to get the PIN for my new card. i had to deposit a demand draft and the guard kept goading me to use the drop box. Having heard so many stories of lost cheques, i insisted on getting a receipt for it, especially since it was a high value draft. Ultimately, i ended up meeting the manager who smiled at my skepticism. He issued a receipt and then escorted me to the drop box and asked me to drop it in his presence. Maybe i have become too skeptical about things .. Time to start cultivating some faith in the system..till i get let down again. There i go again…

Played computer games yesterday till my shoulders ached. My sister has this collection of such silly games…great for killing time, if you have time to kill, that is.

So much to live for
And so little to die for……

Dried up creative juices......

Been mulling over the fact that i have not done anything creative for a long, long time....unless i can call cooking and sleeping creative..No candles, no painting...zilch...And i haven't even touched a book for about a month now..tauba tauba...no wonder i have been feeling so empty inside. That combined with the fact that we would not be together for another 3-4 months.

Have been meaning to paint the doors of my place for quite some time.But have been caught in the web of domesticity..

OK, i need to wake up and smell the fumes..or is it roses? Whatever...Sometimes i think i am growing senile. Age catching up with me or what?Or is it just hormones going haywire...?? ugh...

Back to the topic...before i meander yet again...i am going to stop being sucha lazyass and start painting the doors..Have too many things on my plate that i feel like just turning my back on it and go off to sleep..so typical of me....

i should learn a new skill...like maybe what?? Am i talking to myself again?eeeeeee.....

On a lighter note, S is coming over for lunch on sunday...i am going to make him eat eromba because he keeps screwing up his nose at me whenever i mention ngari..

We were chatting today about having a house of our own..you know, complete with a kitchen garden and a workshop where we could indulge in our hobbies..carpentry, painting et al. And we can have our dream kitchen and bathroom..He has his flat, i have mine..and maybe we can have a house together..Cool.To dreams. His, mine and ours. Amen.