Ramblings

Change is a good thing.

divyanka — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 23:51:38 +0000

Tis’ was the season of changes. New city, new life, new marital status and more. So here are the lessons learnt:

1. Change isn’t always a bad thing. Yes Seattle has awful weather,what with the constant drizzle and perennial cloud cover. It is a far cry from the beautiful, sunny days of California but then there are friends here who work as well as the sun does,if not better.

2. Marriage is good,in fact its really good. Marry your partner in crime and life will be amazing. I did and boy was it the best decision of my life or what!

3. The third lesson is one that I learnt from my father and it only gets reinforced with time. Whatever happens, happens for the best. Turns out things, seemingly awful now, will eventually turn out to be in your favor.

Figures happiness is not difficult to achieve at all. I am happy most days except the ones when I am fat. Working on the fat days and I am pleased with what I have done so far

Happy Little Things!!!

divyanka — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:16:30 +0000

Life is full of care, there is no time to stand and stare. A friend once told me, it will only get busier and crazier. You will never find all the lights to be green. There will definitely be reds along the way. But that should not scare you. Start driving and the reds will turn into green eventually. Along the way, discover pockets of happiness. Small, little pockets which are all around you. You just need to look in their direction and make sure they do not go ignored. They are small but they pack a helluva lot of punch.

So I am sitting here thinking about those pockets. Trying to jot a few of them down so I can come back to them when the world seems a bit too dreary.

1. Baking a cake and sticking a knife into it…Voila!…the knife comes out clean and the Vanilla overpowers your senses.Heaven!

2. Checking the pockets of your dirty jeans before laundry and discovering an old forgotten 20 rupee note.

3. Getting a text/call when you are least expecting it only to be told that you are loved,cherished and you are awesome in some little way. Smiles,smiles smiles

4. Spending a fun evening with somebody when you were actually dreading a boring conversation.

5. Burning 50 extra calories, pushing yourself just a tad bit more and finding your tee drenched in sweat. Awesome!!!

6. Changing a fused bulb and switching it on to see the room fill up with light. Sheer genius!

7. Window shopping only to discover a super cute find for 15 bucks.What a wave of happiness!

8. Lying in bed thinking about happy times and smiling all to yourself like a fool.

9. Driving back home on a Friday evening…yipeeeeeee!

10. Having a long conversation with mom full of inconsequential details and useless garbage.

11. Predicting the lines of a character in a movie exactly 5 seconds before he speaks the exact same thing. Makes you feel like you can write blockbuster movies with the sleight of your hand!

The list is seemingly endless and isn’t that a really,really good thing?

On Gymming(or the lack of it)!!!

divyanka — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 18:19:07 +0000

Oh those shining, perfect washboard abs on television!…How they inspire us to hit the gym like no man has ever done before. Those evanescent resolutions which fade away with astonishing speed leaving no trace behind,like they never ever existed. The Indian male distinguishes himself in the gym with his characteristic pot belly, stick thin chicken legs and the I-am-a-lost-lamb look ambling about sheepishly. The dumbells seem to be mocking him with a lift me if you can smirk while he covertly eyes the Greek God-ish physiques of Caucasians and Europids around him. He curses his genetics, vows to fight nature and gradually succumbs to its vagaries in a week’s time. The Indian female is a different story altogether. Find her in a messy bun, endlessly long, ragged t-shirt to camouflage her glutes and quadriceps from piercing stares ( trust me, those killer legs invite no attention!) and an ultra bored look. Lifting weights is akin to sacrilege for she is convinced that it will turn her into a muscular wonder, giving the Schwarzneggers a run for their money. No amount of scientific research and facts can convince her otherwise. So you will find her labouring away at the cross trainer or the treadmill for a whole 20 big minutes! The gait is completely off, the enthusiasm is that of a nine year old being asked to study for an exam instead of playing with his friends and its as if she is doing the machine a favor by putting it to some good use.

It makes me wonder whether we are socially predisposed to stay away from physical activities because we would rather bond over food in large groups or are we just plain lazy?

Fleeting Love!!!

divyanka — Tue, 13 Jul 2010 20:57:00 +0000

There was no doubt about it.He was quite a looker. Every time he was out and about on the streets, the heads they turned. Women eyed him with a look of envy and let out sighs. He would make those longing hearts miss a beat or two. He wasn’t exactly a young stallion but he had aged like the finest wine there was to be.

She was young, brimming with youth and the energy that comes with it. Looking at life through rose tinted glasses, she flitted along like a butterfly.Men would gladly lay their hearts bare to the cruel ways of her beauty.And that she was well aware of. So she treated him like she would treat an old servant. To her, he had come of age, served her well and now it was time to go. She was a slave to novelty. Little did she realise that they may come young, but they don’t come as faithful as him. In his days of prime, he was her arm candy. She would flaunt him, flirt with him and they made quite the pair. He had served her long and served her well.

Age had finally caught up with him. There he was, sitting lonesome on the chair in the corner. The darkness and silence of the empty room were too much for him to bear tonight. He had a feeling, a strong one at that.She would walk in with him tonight, a strapping young fellow, with a gorgeous tan and everything else that would make women go crazy with desire. The door opened and she glided right in. She looked gorgeous in that red dress and her never ending lissome legs. He looked at her and soaked in as much as he could. And yes, just like he had expected, she was not alone. He was there, shining bright and with the letters LV stamped right on his head in brilliant gold. He was now reduced to the status of a dilapidated, old Guess bag. He lay there in the chair feeling sorry for himself, while she carefully placed the Louis Vuitton on her plush bed. Love, he sighed, is fleeting.

Of chocolates and wine and the good life that follows.

divyanka — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 13:14:43 +0000

Yes…I already have a post dedicated to chocolate and how it soothes the soul. And yep…still swearing by the adage “Chocolate, coffee,men, richer the better.” This sudden interest in blogging about chocolate, rather the rekindling of it ,has been fueled by five bars of Lindt and umpteen bottles of Riesling in the past month. This post is strictly about two of my favorite things, chocolates and wine. Before taking the plunge, let me establish the fact that I am not a subject matter expert. All I am doing here is talking about my preferences which might go down well with you or not. So read on with an open mind and a pinch of salt if you will.

I am pretty much a white wine enthusiast. They say real wine lovers drink red but then I am a novice and the sweetness of white wine lends itself better to my fledgling palate. Among whites, my gastronomic affections are towards Riesling, Sauvignon Blanc and Gewurztraminer. The flavor profile of Riesling ranges from fruity( apple, pear,apricot) all the way to floral and down to musky. So it can be effortlessly paired with so many different kinds of food. Not a surprise then that it is gaining immense popularity in culinary circles around the world. Savignon Blanc, also called Fume’ Blanc finds its origins in the Loire Valley and Bordeaux of France. These days, the grape is cultivated in California, New Zealand and Australia as well and is anything but ersatz given that some really splendid wine is known to come from these regions. Sauvignon Blanc is quite aromatic and quite like Riesling, it boasts of versatility too when it comes to food pairings. It goes well with salads, fish, poultry et al and you can never go wrong with it. Finally we come to the not so popular Gewurztraminer which is a rich wine, sweeter than Riesling and quite the dessert wine. It works great with spicy foods, so it is quite Asian and Indian cuisine friendly.

That was a quick synopsis of the basics. So in my opinion, if wine interests you and you are quite uninitiated, white is the way to go. As you train and tame your palate, hone your wine tasting skills and start appreciating the nuances that go into the drama that wine tasting is all about, you can graduate to red. We will then be ready to discuss Pinot Noir, Merlot and Cabernet!

Lets talk about my other love interest now, chocolate!Its sinfully delightful in all forms,be it dark, milk,white, bitter or any other type that you can fathom. Now wonder they say its the food of Gods. I mean what else could heaven be made of if not chocolate. I grew up on a staple diet of Dairy Milks, Five Stars and Milky Bars and I maintain that Dairy Milk is still one of the better chocolates around. Over the years I have sampled Lindt, Ghirardelli, Hershey’s, gourmet chocolates like the ones at Recchiuti in San Francisco, liquor chocolates from Switzerland etc etc. Digressing a bit…damn I am lucky to be in San Francisco…a haven of good wine and fine chocolates!…burn my dear friends, burn in the agony of jealousy

Chocolate I feel is best enjoyed when your mouth and the chocolate are in complete agreement with each other. Your teeth need to take a backseat and in return, the chocolate needs to oblige you by melting at the right rate and time. What you are looking for is a symphony of sorts with the chocolate melting and running down your tongue ,taste bud by taste bud, an all encompassing richness filling your mouth and the sensation finding its way up to your brain making you forget everything but that moment of sheer bliss. If the picture that I just painted is making you salivate and crave, I recommend making a quick trip and getting that bar of Lindt which reads classic milk chocolate. You will thank me for many eons to come! It is smooth as silk, has just the right touch of richness, it is sweet but not cloyingly so and it tastes like nothing you have ever tasted. The Swiss know their chocolate! I suggest a quick test to tell the difference between awesome and average when it comes to chocolates. There is no such thing as bad chocolate so we are not venturing in that direction. Its a myth, it does not exist and chocolate as deemed by God is average or better.Period! Coming back to the test. So get a square of Hershey’ s milk chocolate and place it on your tongue. Wait for it to melt. Well it wont! It will feel grainy and tough just like you would expect of a mass produced chocolate. It will force you to bite into it since the melting is a painfully slow process and not really worth it. Go on and bite into it and get done with it! Now reach out for a cube of Lindt and put it in your mouth. The test is over dearies. The chocolate itself will do the rest. It will melt and flow and dance and fill your senses just like it should. Delightful!

Phewwwww….one long post which has left me thirsty and hungry. I am off to get my fill of Riesling and some Lindt. More later!

Delhi Diaries- Day 6

divyanka — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 04:37:31 +0000

The cold is freezing my soul. Did I tell you I hate winters with a vengeance. I mean summers can cause discomfort. Discomfort I can deal with. Winters on the other hand cause physical pain and suffering. That I am not ok with. Is someone out there paying heed to my solicitations?

Have come to realise that siblings can take undue advantage of all possessions tagged unisex. The brother has very lovingly and tactfully robbed me of my shades. That can be a good thing actually. Gives me a reason to hit the mall without feeling an iota of guilt.I quite like that!

Delhi Diaries – Day 3

divyanka — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 08:14:36 +0000

Delhi is freezing!!! Its insanely cold and the fog cover is dense. Its blankets, heaters, coffee and piping hot tea galore with a supremely messed up Circadian rhythm. So what if my folks are making relentless pleas to me for finding that elusive boyfriend, so what if I am suffocated,numbed and squished under the weight of three blankets at night, so what if I am being force fed much against my will or human capacity…its home like never before. I love the mess, the fuss,the cacophony, the drama of it all. Current status: covered like an eskimo from top to bottom, debating with self whether to give in to the intermittent waves of sleep beckoning to me or fight it and go for a run instead. The former seems to be winning by a shamelessly huge margin.

Delhi Diaries -1

divyanka — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 05:49:29 +0000

Day 1, January 14, 2010

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10:45 AM

There is absolutely no telling which way your life is headed when you wake up in the morning. So my life was supposed to follow a simple plan of action today. Wake up, drive to the airport, get on board the flight to Chicago and take the connecting to New Delhi. How hard can that be? Oh well…man proposes God disposes! I happily check in and get on the flight with my coveted window seat awaiting my arrival. My bag goes into the overhead cabin, the seat next to me is empty and the aircraft is a Boeing 767. I am a very, very happy girl. I settle into the seat, take off my coat, get the blanket and stare out of the window, conjuring up sights and sounds of home that I am about to experience.

As I settle in and prepare to go comatose for the next four hours or so, the in-flight speakers come to life and the air starts resounding with the captain’s baritone. He lets us in on a last minute development. Our flight has been cancelled due to technical difficulties. There goes my boom boom paw!

11:00 AM

Pandemonium, panic, anger, frustration are some of the words that I can use to describe the scene that ensued. A hundred and fifty bodies frantically making calls, charging to the ticketing agents’ booth, trying to get onboard the next available flight to Chicago and yours truly in the middle of it all. So I am standing there cussing and cursing and wondering if I should have actually listened to my mother and waited for the goddamn astrologer to give me an auspicious date and time for flying. Sometimes science and logic do fail us and it’s difficult for an engineer to wrap her head around this fact of life. Maybe stars, destiny, luck etc are not worthless concepts after all. Will mull over this later. So I make a phone call to an immensely harried customer service agent who seems to be at a complete loss herself. Mumbling and jumbling her way through flight numbers, airlines and other random and completely worthless bits of information, she conveys to me politely that they are booked till the next day. I can feel a lump in my throat, the sting of tears about to come running out of my eyes like a rivulet running down the mountain when I hear my name on the speakers. I am asked to take my boarding pass and make a run to gate 62 A where they will “try” to put me on board the 11:30 flight. God is listening after all!

11:25 AM – 2:45 PM

And the excitement continues! I am on a standby list after all. “Standby!!!!!…Are you kidding me? I am going home after a good two and a half years. I am a good person, I am nice to people and genuinely care about them, I work very hard and so I don’t deserve any of this”. So basically this is my attempt at making a case for myself and convincing God that I need to be on that flight more than anyone else. Apparently I am a good lawyer. Lo and Behold! I am on the next flight but with a teeny weenie, harmless little twist. There is no room for any more carry on bags so I need to check my carry on in. Well ok, I think to myself. I will check my bag in and carry my laptop along. So the agent makes a dash for my bag, checks it in and hands the receipt over to me so I can pick it up in Delhi. I walk into the aircraft and settle down into my seat. I buckle up like a good, law-abiding human being when it strikes me like a mega zillion watt of lightning. My passport, visa and all the other documents that I had been guarding with my life all these days were in that bag. My heart started sinking faster than the Titanic or any other ship in the recorded history of mankind. A part of me wanted to start bawling buckets in front of the hundred odd people in the aircraft. Somehow the other part reigned supreme and I saved myself from mortification. I started self-shrinking myself which I do more often than would be considered sane. So I decided to make an appeal to the airhostess to help me and if the need arise, use my ultimate ammo. In case you haven’t guessed it by now, I was planning on crying. So I go up to her and tell her about the pickle I am in. She is sympathetic and makes a call to the cockpit telling the captain that a retard is on board with her visa and passport somewhere among the millions of bags that have been checked into this aircraft. She says they will “try” and help, “try” and locate that bag. I am so glad the bag is a neon pink! You just cannot miss it. It screams pink from a mile away and everyone is very happy about that today. So here I am, 39,000 feet above ground, without my passport, visa, credit card, any sort of ID or cash and typing this away. I am not sure if they will find my bag in time. Why do I say that? Well let me add to the excitement. I have 25 minutes between getting off this aircraft and boarding the next one. Could I be any more thrilled? I am a good one and a half hours away from landing and I wonder what awaits me. Please God, help me this one time and I promise I will do anything you want me to. Pleeeeeeease! Updates in about four hours from now.

2:47 PM

P.S. : The view outside is breathtakingly beautiful ,but I am half numb, desensitized and unable to think beyond that Pink bag. My jarring Pink, pretty, precious bag…please come back to Mama…baby please come to me….I know you love me just as much as I love you…ohhh baby baby baby come back to meeeeeee….sigh!!!…A very lonely and heartbroken me L

3:00 PM

Baby Got Bag (Just in case I get it!)

I like pink bags and I cannot lie

My other sistaz can’t deny

When a girl walks in with a pinky pink bag

That pokes right through your eye

It’s amazing!!!

Yea it’s blazin!!!

So get your pinky on

And strut that stuff all around

Baby got baaaaaaaag

[P.S…I am in a very delicate place right now and my mental health is highly questionable as is evident from the above composition. 3:08 PM and about fifty minutes away from landing and losing all sense and sensibility and feet going utterly cold and heart racing and nerves freezing.]

3:16 PM

Darn it!…just realized that I haven’t eaten a morsel all day what with all the madness…PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK PINK…Victoria’s Secret should pay me for writing this piece…I am chanting Pink like nobody in the world ever has or ever will. Ok I need to stop typing now and conserve some battery. We have started our descent and should land in about thirty minutes. Fingers crossed!!!

8:35 PM CST (Among other things, I have lost time as well)

The Pink bag is back! It’s safe, with its contents intact and is beaming with joy having being reunited with its rightful owner. The owner is relieved and extremely glad to have her prized possession back. Oh sweet lord, thank you for your little mercies. So here I am, en route to Delhi in an aircraft full of Indians so much so that I feel like I am home already. Yes…babies are shrieking, aunties in salwaar, kameez and nike sneakers are screaming, a small argument has erupted in one corner with people haggling over their right to luggage space. Its chaos like I have grown up around and have come to love. Current status: I am snug in my seat, elated at the prospect of seeing my folks after what seems like eternity and with a 33.33 % chance of seeing my checked in bags in Delhi when I land in 12 hours from now. Will I go through this ordeal again? Hell yeah! I am coming home .

8:50 PM CST

American Airlines serves masala chai throughout the course of the flight. There go my plans of having a stiff drink and calling it a night. Sigh! Am I even surprised? [Note to self: the fact this bothers me so much is not a good sign. Lifestyle change needed asap. Fancy AA for starters? J]

Lost in Confusion.

divyanka — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:35:20 +0000

They were darting towards her with the fury of a thousand storms. She wanted to scream but words failed her. Her mind was a conundrum of emotions. She knew not what to feel. And just when she was expecting the brutal blow of death, she heard something. A piercing screech which seemed to come from somewhere not so far but not so close either. Was it delirium? She could not fathom the unfolding of events, the violence of it all. And suddenly the ghosts started vanishing into thin air while the screeching got more and more pronounced. It started filling her already convoluted head and made her twist in agony. She was trying to wrap her fuzzy head around it and somehow cut through the grogginess that beset her. And in a flash it struck her. She opened her eyes and woke up to the truth. “Darn it!”, she thought to herself. ” Another incoherent nightmare and that blasted jarring alarm. I hate Monday mornings!”

Writer’s(blogger’s???) Block

divyanka — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 18:02:26 +0000

Sometimes you have nothing to say.Let me rephrase that.Sometimes there is so much on your mind but words just cease to flow.In the past couple of months, I have made umpteen visits to my blog and tried to pen a little something down. Needless to say, it has been of no avail. I have no idea as to where I am going with this post. There is no clarity of thoughts, no mental blueprint of what I am about to write or even a vague idea of the direction this is headed in. Is this what they call the writer’s block?

I think the whole point to blabbering on about my condition, which I am sure does not interest anyone, is to trick my mind into breaking away from this latency that has crept in. Maybe writing a pointless something will give the blogger in me the much needed impetus and get the creative juices flowing. Infact, I think its working already! I might just have something brewing in my head to blog about as I type this little blurb out.