Apron Vs Wings

Take the apron on, and put on your wings!

Hmm, I am thrilled with the thought. JB has sold his idea well!! Beyond these mounts that I see from my balcony, he tells me to go on a flight. But where I wonder. Snugly fit in this small world of mine, with kitchen and apron, laundry and grocery, cooking and cleaning, perhaps I have lost the desire to fly. Is it? Perhaps I am too scared to leave this little nest.

I think again. But fly where ... but fly how...

I will think.. I hope I will...

Meanwhile, been reading a bit about Bapu. After Lage Raho Munna bhai, I have this constant yearning to read his biography...

Got this link, thought would share with my readers..

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Oh Hum Dum... dara dam dam

Snowy Morning!

Linus opens the door of my room. I open my eyes.

So been awake for long?
No! just a while ago. Not sleeping soundly any case.
Ah... get up now, it is a lovely morning.
Naaah... feel cold and sleepy.
Ok, I will fix my breakfast then.

Dam dara dam , mast mast...
Oh, hum dum bin terey kya jeena..

I am lying on the bed while I hear the song, Linus just played on his notebook.

I get up in a while, fix a small tiffin for him, which he can take to work. After a long while, I am back to kitchen .

Last night, I was telling him, I am fed up of being ill... Skin on my face has been infected by some bacteria.... streppococcus or sth... Recovering from chickenpox and there comes bacteria on virus... argh... And I say aloud, if I ever get any chronic illness, I would give up and hope to ...

Hmmm... and before he is off to office, he says - I really liked that song... I played it twice. Dedicate it to you...

Hmm...the song is on repeat loop now....

I will get well soon... I know!

Snow fall

It was snowing today!

Hmm... go take a walk dear, Linus tells me. I look at him and wink, are you driving me out of the house! He says, No I want to see you walk in the snow.

I struggle with my jacket, he lends me a hand. I tie my shoelaces - can I get some water please. He hands me a glass of water. Tells me not to forget my umbrella. And off I go...

Outside the building, I look up if he is looking out of the balcony... I do not see him, disappointed, I walk on... I look at the snow.. Oh my God... snow.. little white flakes.. like someone was emptying the pillows made of soft cotton flakes...

I walk out to the street, I see him waving at me...

Sweets, there has not been a better expression of love than this.... to ask me to walk in the snow... so that you can see my delight... so that you can feel me taking the fresh air...

I walk on. I look at the cars parked at the street. I touch the snow that has covered one of them. Oh, it is snow!

How many names they must have for snow in Eskimo language.... I come home and ask, what should I call you Sweets?

:-)

First walk in the snow! Awesome!!!

Taking Stock

Hmm, few nights ago, when Linus was reading my blog, I asked , would you read it had I not written it? He did not have to answer, he just smiled. No, he would not read it!

So, I started to wonder, why would anyone read my blog. Friends could come once in a while, see what is going on with that 'laugh it out loud' kid. Hmm, after all what is there that I am offering... a tit bit of daily life, expressing few irrelevant details, and well what else?

While I wonder, I realize that there is really nothing substantial on offer- nothing on humor, nothing at all on branding or marketing or good/bad customer expereinces (something I could do well in writing), no remarkable anecdotes, but just a ramble.... Perhaps, because I no more write a diary, or no more put in effort to write an article that i would send to the newspapers. Ah, it all needs discipline. hmm...

Well, it needs more, a flare, creativity... and feeling the low i am feeling currently... I do one thing to stop myself to get into the pit of self pity! I write a threatening message to an 'ardent' reader (ok ok ok, just a reader!)--- hey, why the heck do you read my posts, to see how pathetic writings could be... or you got too much time on you (he he he ), any case, gimme a reason why i should keep writing.... i am shutting off....

Hmm.. and comes a generous reply!
i read it, it's interesting


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Thanks.... my ego is now in seventh heaven... Huh, don't I try just one more post, so that those of you who read, don't go disapointed when you visit me...

:)

hope the enthusiasm reaches newer heights..

vid

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Hmm... so what do you think a man is ? Over a past pav bhaji conversation (or may be pre pav bhaji) this question pops up..

It reminds me of Kathmandu, a restaurant where I was sipping coffee with an 18 year old boy. Young enough to be my brother, and almost, he was Annie's. Over coffee and some ciggi smoke, he asks, so Vid, tell me , describe your man.

It is tricky- I have this not really nice man who comes up immediately (that time in KTM), he has a ciggarette between his fingers, his ears are plugged with sounds coming from his mp3 player, he opens his mouth to word the lyrics that he is listening to, gives sly and long looks to good looking women, and shuts off his system after several hours of gruesome work to get a fresh air and jogs for an hour.

Then, I switch the image, there is a well groomed fellow- with his tie in place, he just shaved this morning, his aftershave is just too irresistible. Too irritatingly good, annie would have commented... then I take a puff and agree with Alok, this goodie guy is someone I would have a family with...and that baddie an affair... we guffaw.... (Alok , my coffee companion)

Hmmm, it is a year since that time. There have been several coffee times, few newer faces, but one constant coffee companion- who i better refrain from describing (he peeps in too often, and I just cant call him sexy out here..he he )... and well after a long time..of no more conjuring a man up.. no more building stories.. no more looking for COLORs, there pops the question again...
and JB asks, why is your man a baddie, fuelled by the description of my one time story (a date with Annie) where I write as a man... and my description of the man is not really a baddy, except he has ordered beer....

So, JB sets to argue, you think a man is always with beer and ciggi and... and and ...

I smile.... Is there anything to say? The man has gone and hid... I am waiting and wanting his return...

So that I can write!

Clear Skies

It is winter, yet not cold!

I listen to weather reports in CNN with interest. This is particularly bad news for Switzerland, that there is little snow.

The wintertime tourism is going to take a hit. No, no skii this weekend, Rima tells me, as she pours veggies and rice for me on a plate. Ski resorts must be resorting to some false snow. But is that helping.

It seems like not long ago, I would be given a topic by teacher at high school to write an essday on global warming.

And with the wink of eyes, here I am in the Alpine region, witnessing the global warming.

Hmm.... the sky is clear today, it is almost 5pm, yet it is still bright outside...

Recovering from chicken pox and at least reclaiming my appetite!

more later...
vid

Chicken Pox & Story time

Hmm...

These days things are different at Mohta House, Switzerland. My hubby can now be seen sporting the new apron -which my sister brought for ME- and bustling in the kitchen.

Sunil and KITCHEN, his friends exclaim! hmmm, and why have I decided to call him finally by his good name? Ok ok, Linus... Linus looks so damn cute in his white t shirt, blue levis and the apron. He is cooking a nick nack, fixing his own breakfast, snack... heating milk for me, forcing me to eat, while I sleep like a lazy old bone...

You call this CHicken pox....

Hmm, how I hate to fall sick, I tell him for the umpteenth time.

Switzerland seems to be a destination which will have taught us both so many things. Togetherness like it never was. Its almost honeymoon through out . And taking care of one another, managing our house, doing the households, waiting for him to come back, sorting our once in a while tiffs. giving each other huge bear hugs whenever you feel like..............and here comes CHICKEN POX..

hmmmm.... more later....time for me to go rest...

will be running temperature again in the evening as usual, and give pain to Linus as I fuss over eating...

(how I have come to love him like.... he hehe)..

now u might tell me, such personal things are a no no in what started as a marketing blog... but CHICKEN POX...so allow me..

and send me e flowers and love..

ahem ahem

vid

Story time coming up!!

After a long time again, I want to write...

This is the same kind of mood, when I would write long emails. So, well lets get started!
So, should I talk about last evening when we had Pav Bhaji, a foursome! Reminded me of many a pav bhaji sessionsthat we had 6 of us, in Kathmandu. Its been so long, the college days are over, and so have each of us in the gang,been gone!

Before I begin to reminisce, let me get back to today!
Today, is no special day, not unique in any way... yet it is a day I live... it is a day I will have lived.I continue with the day in the ordinary manner, wake up, fix breakfast for Linus, kiss him good bye. And after he has left, the day begins on my own, a day of cleaning, of showering, of getting around the house... And in these irrelevant details of life, I listen to R.D Burman- one particular song that I listen with intent is- Kabhi kabhi yeh sapna lagta hey...

Perhaps it indeed is a dream, to be staying in leisure in this beautiful setting! Linus looks at the landscape, and says it looks like a painting they have put up there. In deed so many times, I feellike one of the sketches that my sister used to paint when she was a child, has become real. Or have I stepped into one of her paintings. It is a rare moment in life: that I am not worried, there are no homeworks, no project works, no deadlines, no nothing.... Living on my own.... being a housewife seems to be such a luxurious thing. I wonder why I really hatedto be one..

If housewife were a profession, it would be a wonderfully paid job. And then probably respected too. Why do we not really respect housewives? No no, let me not digress again. But let me add one point- I reminsce the story of the Doll House, written by Isben- house wife is again an extended life of a well protected kid. Hmmm.. kabhi kabhi yeh sab apna lagta hey, tum samjha do mann ko kya samjhaaoo!

Hmm, this song I am listening was recommended by JB last night. Last night as I was telling you, we had a pav bhaaji jamming. It was fun. In fact, it was slightly inspirational- one that I can make a living out of a pav bhaaji stall if need be (kidding !!), JB told me that he had read my blogs, OMG, so people do read my blogs...

I have a set of visitors that I expect will turn up. My friends. And sometimes there are people who I do not know, who will come and read. I really don't know what purpose will my blog serve to be. Once upon a time, I had intended it to be a marketing (branding) student's platform . I talked of branding... and majorly of customer centricism.

Now, it has become (or reduced to) a personal blabber.. I wonder what point could I be making.
I can understand, Linus has one reason to read it... He likes to see that I write. Last night before we went to sleep, I had told him, I cannot write anymore, I just do not know how to... and he gave me one look, and said of course, I can write..

So, well... there is a story begining to germinate in my mind... It will be an adaptation, or rather say inspired by last night's conversations among friends!

So, is it story time again?

New Year

Ah! comes here a new year!!!

A few thoughts:

*New year, new thoughts... will this year have few less of " I would like to" and a few more of " I did it".

*This new year and the rest of the years, I will not be scared of being in love.

*A few more lovely walks along the lake with Linus.

* Few more new recipes.

* Few more hours that I put in effort to write down my thoughts.

* Few stories that I can spin out of lives of other people.

* Some more time that I will find out to write long mails to Annie..

* Few times that I can easily give up temptations for choclates.

* Few more hours to put into books that I want to read.

* And I hope there will be few days, when I will visit mom and dad back home.

:-)