Leave Enid alone!

Why do adults have to look at everything from an adult point of view?

Ask the kids how they enjoyed Enid Blyton at the appropriate age... I am sure they loved her books.

But now the media is splattered with news as to how she was a cruel cold woman and a lousy mother....that may be so...but that does not take away anything from the magic that her books created....And does everything have to be intellectual? Can we not read something because it catches our imagination? Please adults ...don't lessen the magic...God know in these days of stress and pressure the kids do need their fantasies.

Let her be...Let the kids be..

Thanks Enid

I have never walked so much in my life as I did during our vacation in UK. The countryside in UK is great and it lends itself to hours of pleasurable walking. And to enhance the pleasure one can also draw deep breaths and be assured of good quality oxygen.

All that walking did take a toll on my knee, but that did not stop me. Every morning after a typical English breakfast of oats, eggs (sunny side up…they don’t like their eggs ‘dead’ ……they prefer it runny) and grilled tomatoes and mushrooms and hash browns (here I must pause and crib…..…thank God for idli, dosa, poha etc.) we would set out. Many of the trails had only us and the birds and the trees…

It would have been the cherry on the icing if I had chanced upon the five find outers running away with Buster at their heels and fat Mr. Goon pedaling furiously behind……I did scour the English country side desperately willing my childhood friends to come alive…….well everything else did …I had the buttered scones with jam and delicious sandwiches and English Tea………

Thanks Enid Blyton

Spring Cleaning

I don't know of any other city where you can do so little and yet the day seems a blur.

Anyways, having come back, it was time to take stock of the stuff we had not looked at in so many years.

I am now convinced that nowhere else in the world things are recycled as much as in India.

The 'watchman' in the building was sounded out on our need for a 'radhiwala' at 9 o' clock and promptly at 11 there was this guy at the door with his gunny bag and scales ready to take old newaspapers. I timidly asked him if he took things other than newspapers and he nodded his head vigourously.

For the next two hours 'operation clean up' lasted. What came out of the storage lofts and shelves amazed me. I never realized that I had a squirrel like habit of putting away things...things which should have been thrown long back.

The stuff included buckets with no handles, dust covered card board boxes which had variously held the toaster, mixer, the iron, the telephone etc at some point of time, a vacuum cleaner minus many of its parts, steel vessels which I had never used and would never use, old lamp shades, cooker lids minus the actual cooker (don't ask me what had happened to the cooker!), and many other things which I am too ashamed to recount here. Most of the stuff were quite indistinguishable as they were so heavily hung with cobwebs and dust. The spiders and roaches were obviously having a good time all these years.

The entire operation was one hell of a dusty experience to say the least.

But still more amazing is that for all that junk we got a princely sum of 200 rupees. I felt extremely guilty taking the amount but the radhiwalla himself seemed pleased to part with the money for all that booty..... So you see what i mean by recycling!

What was removed was just the tip of the iceberg. There's more from where it all came. But we left it for another day. The guy happily offered to come back at a later date. All we have to do is call him on his 'mobile'!

This city is truly bewildering!

Back to blogs

So I am back on the blog scene after a lovely holiday in Scotland...Sadly the only men in Kilts I got to see were the 'men'equins in the kilt selling shops...So no sexy men in skirts. Sad!

Lots to talk about the holiday but someother time...

Right now I am sitting in my kiddos room in Birmingham writing this blog before I head for Plymouth...nice bright room...she has 4 teddys and one loch ness monstor...which looks too cute to be a monster ...one eeyore (from winnie the pooh), one po the panda (from kung fu panda) all very cuddly and cute!!!!!!!!!...just like my kiddo.

Now I shall head for the real cuddly doll Sanaa before i head back home to mumbai
Till then....

Moving on

And now I am waiting to meet my grand niece..I have only seen her pics and those chubby cheeks are tempting...Am waiting to pull them.






Isn't she adorable?
Which of course makes me think of my own non -existent cheeks. I have to contend myself with the thought that I am perhaps one of those people who have high cheek bones (and hence no cheeks!!!)
I read somewhere that if you have a fuller face you always look younger than you are. These days I am exercising my face diligently in the hope of developing a fuller face!! Ramdev Baba once illustrated face yoga on TV. I only hope I don't land up even remotely looking like him!!

Goodbye All

Things that I am going to miss when I leave here, though not necessarily in the order that they appear:

Our beautiful Audi A6, quite the car for a lady of leisure

Our beautiful home with its plants and fishes and all

Beautiful Bosnia where I got to see all the four seasons

And last but not the least, the lovely people of Bosnia

Dovidenja Bosnia

The Last Fling

Its been a while...... Many things have been happening...
And this weekend I had my last fling with the Balkans..A lovely time in Croatia...with friends.
Its time to say goodbye and there are mixed feelings.
End of the month for the last time I will see this amazing place sitting in an aircraft...The sight of the undulating hills has always excited me making my landing here and take off very very special. Never have I seen a place as beautiful as this ....
And I will miss the warmth and hospitality of the people here....
But life is all about changes and I am equally eager for the new phase.
Hvala Vama Bosnia......you have given me three beautiful years to cherish and remember.
Hello Mumbai....