10 years a rebirth and still kicking

i started this blog 10 years back. Unlike many bloggers or shall I say professionals, I never noted the date. Neither did I expect that I will last this long. I don't know anyone except me who reads the posts as well. I preferred this blog to be away from prying eyes, accessible to only those interested. Maybe that's the reason I kept it b/w. No adornment. This blog reflected me. Became a box of memories. Of things I liked, of things that affected me, of my favorites and pet peeves as well. It felt as if I had 10 year monologue with self. But I liked it. I drifted a lot in between but after a while I came back and that gap didn't widen, only posts of that year were less. I did feel a lot but somethings are beyond putting on paper. Paper puts them in perspective, in b/w, what I felt was something like abyss, a void, something waiting to get out... But one fine day, I managed to scramble back. Blog heard my technicolor mind without being judge mental. It just heard me.

I am happy to have you around. 

The carpenter's apprentice

After a low lying table my confidence developed. Nothing like nari Shakti zindabad. Nah..that sounds so melodramatic and filmy that I had to put it. Imagine the medusa like me wearing a khadi Saree and saying that.. Wow..my imagination surely runs wild. But honestly it was more to avoid the embarrassment of bringing a beautiful sturdy chair with worn out seat.

This was in my agenda for past one year but me and my plans.. They take ages to form and more ages to execute. My brain somehow goes in hibernation. And then one fine day, just like an electric jolt I wake up and start scrubbing,.. I mean cooking.. Ohhhh.. I mean working. And since I know mr pea aka my brain so well, I try to make the most of the temporary chota recharge that mr pea has and finish off as much as I can. This includes long pending tasks, creative stuff like coloring, painting, cleaning, reading, because it's like kal ho na ho for me... And look my digression went upto 8 lines of mindless yapping. 

Anyways. So I was charged. I took 1 day to search for the cloth. I had unhemmed ( not sure if such word exists but hemming.. Unhemming what say??) a pillow cover. Pillow covers in US are huge, just like many other things. We will feel at times that we stay in doll houses with micro foods. So I had taken one such spare cover( or so I thought) which was closer to the sofa shade (read black) , white background and nicely blue black chequered. I found this cloth ( no longer a cover I think) and measured the seat. It took exactly half of the cloth for the seat. I cut it and then kicked my self. Drat.. Wasted a good pillow cover and now it could not be used elsewhere. I could not tuck the cut cloth much in. The sturdy metal chair had screws in metal frame and I could not remove them without help of machine and past experience told me that I may not get any help now. The maintenance guys will run away the moment they see me approaching their office. So I wondered and wondered and I remembered. Ta-da.. Batti jali.. Idea wali. I had got a small (luckily) container of carpenter's glue ( wow.. We have only fevicol, the multipurpose adhesive) that I had got for...god knows what and was sitting in my kitchen idly. I upturned the chair and applied the glue along the border of the chair. As close as possible to boundary. Next I started sticking and folding the fabric along the border, tucking and keeping in place with few pins( that my better (?) half got complimtary with new shirt he had purchased few days back ) finally the whole fabric was tucked and stuck nicely to the chair. A few hours later, I could remove the pins without fabric coming off with it and voila........one .. No two sturdy threadbare chairs got a second life... 

And so two poor chairs got new clothes or shall I say new lease of life..Even if that would be for sometime, before pilla does their vastraharan.

To cut the long story short, I am seriously thinking of being a carpenter's apprentice or maybe not so ambitious but a hobby course in reupholstering

Some movies do leave a mark

My better (?) half with a through intent to finish his one week of leaves before April 2016 managed to stay last whole week at home. He had a lot of backlog.. Of movies I mean... I manage to see most on ff mode as soon as they are on einthusan. The main reason for that being, when movie is finally put on by my better (?) half, I can see it without much concentration or not see it at all and concentrate on more basic issues like cooking, cleaning.. Giving food to the lazy "halvai" warming the sofa and going through never ending chains of movies. But sometimes time passes so much that I forget what the movie was all about. One such movie was dum laga ke haisha.
A fat bride. A thin groom. Educated wife, not that educated groom. In laws, and not sweet sweet life. The reasons for marrying different. But in the end acceptance. Not when the girl is thin and has deepika style makeover or groom who went on to study in Oxford. But of life in general. Of each other. And just a background of a race in which the boy needs to carry his wife on his back and run to finishing line. Needless to say. Fat girl, thin boy win. Not stellar performances but nice. Just real. And thankfully not usual of fat girl losing weight.
I liked it for varied reasons. I don't know anywhere else but in India at least, there is a discrimination( ouch that sounds heavy and serious) or rather a style of wearing designer glasses of various colors. And we tend to see things that way. Even if we say beauty is temporary, still there is fair and lovely n handsome as well. Why is skin color that important. Why aren't we impressed by intelligence and knowledge that the person has. Or fat vs thin. Is being aesthetically beautiful that important... Somewhere this movie tugged all those strings .. And main listening to kumar sanu after such a long time.

Next day "Aligarh". I didn't know such movie existed. But a movie based on real life events. On homosexuality. A taboo issue maybe. But wonderfully made. No melodrama. No typecasting gay people. Court scenes shown but not the usual 15 minute fame performance by a lawyer giving his speech. They could have exploited ashish vidyarthi''s acting prowess that way. But thankfully no. Manoj bajpai is seen snoozing in the court. A real scenario. This was the movie which I almost didn't watch. And I am happy that I did.

My current wish: more time. My 3 national geographic, 1 readers digest and 5 books, 2 coloring books are waiting for me. I guess with India vacation fast approaching... Maybe... Cross fingers...