Random Musings

It was just another evening, i was whiling away my time in front of the TV, mindlessly watching some random program...when i heard my 'pet/stray' Raven calling out...yeah, actually, he does let me know, by cawing very loudly, when we have visitors/stray dogs, whatever...Whoever said that only dogs can play the role of guards... I go out, expecting to shoo away either the raven or the dogs, whoever seems more agreeable to listening to me...the shooing away is always a game of egos for them, i think...for they refuse to budge and try to shout each other away...But, lo and behold what do i see when i step out, a stray cat, with endearing eyes and lost looks...I have had an affinity, and undeniable love for cats somehow, not the Persian variety but the stray ones...and to think that this little cat wandered to our house which is generally the home turf of three regular stray dogs, a couple of ravens and a few squirrels, all of who try to protect their territories fiercely... Just a...

I am a housewife and i am not bored. I know, this sounds like the cliched lines from a famous Bollywood movie, where the hero keeps reiterating his name and that he is not a terrorist. I can totally empathize with how he must have felt, about people being judgmental. When people ask me what i do and i say, that i am housewife, the assumption is that i must be bored. I have been a housewife for almost past two decades now. It is a 'job' i've taken on whole-heartedly, out of choice, not because i lack the degrees or the requisite intelligence for a 'regular job'. Perhaps that is another reason for this assumption, that if i have the qualifications and the intelligence why am i not 'working'. Why am i wasting my time? I am sure, this question was never posed to my mother or grandmother...and i think in my grandmother's time, such a question would be even seen as a sacrilege. Anyway, coming to the point on hand...are housewives bored? Infact, the poli...

I always think that putting any major incident into words, limits it, somehow has drawn boundaries...somehow can be only as much as the writer can convey and no more... The 2004 Tsunami was, I think beyond words for those of us who were unfortunate enough to experience it and fortunate enough to be alive to recount it... At that time we were in Carnicobar, an island, in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. The place was breathtakingly beautiful and the turquoise blue-green sea and the white sandy beaches always made me pause and think how beautiful the surroundings were. More often than not, we tend to get caught up in our day to day activities and forget to enjoy the beauty that surrounds us...luckily, we didn't fall into that trap. Every evening we'd go out and enjoy the blue sea and the white beaches, which were just a stone's throw away from our quarters. I always found watching the waves very enjoyable, ...very serene...something very calming and soothing about their ba...