• In my bathroom a row of plasticbath toys sits on the window sill . 

    One of these creatures doesn’t fit . 

    Can you spot the odd one out ? 

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    Today is Wednesday and already the middle of the week. 

    On Day 7 or was it Day 8 we were supposed to send out a challenge as a different kind of blog post. Try as I might, I just couldn’t find the right challenge. Suddenly I was inspired this morning and even though I’m lagging behind, I thought I’d post this up.

    I look forward to your answer in the comments below. 

    This is my linkup for #UBC Day 12 #blogboost

  • Who is my target audience?

     

     

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    This afternoon while reading through Tanya’s Blog on Simple ways to choose a topic for your audience, I realised that I didn’t really know who my audience is.  In fact I realised that I had addressed this topic in an earlier post in October last year and still didn’t receive any responses from the readers out there in the Universe. In fact this post got 4 likes, 10 comments and 4 shares.

    Identifying a topic

    Do you remember that scene in “Pretty Woman” where Vivienne walks down Rodeo Drive with hands full of bags?  That could easily be my all time favourite movie scene when she walks to the peppy tune of Pretty Woman and cheekily informs the salesgirl who had rebuffed her earlier that she had made a BIG MISTAKE in turning her away.

     

    From the number of view my Mall of Mumbai has got, it would seem that shopping and writing about shopping is my forte. And perhaps my target audience is looking for my expert tips on shopping because I am equally at ease shopping in upscale stores and downmarket street carts.

    [tweetthis display_mode=”box”]I’m equally at ease shopping at upscale stores as I am shopping at lowly street carts[/tweetthis]

    Though I must confess that sometimes I am intimidated by the really fancy places and only just walk past the window displays.

    I am not really a compulsive buyer.

    I love going to the shops just to see things that are for sale. Bales of cloth in the local cloth market, fresh vegetables and fruits in the wet market, upscale luxury goods in shopping malls and even ordinary street stalls are fascinating. How wonderful it is to see the different wares on display. Some are kept in such a seemingly disorganised manner that only the shop assistant can pull out what you want. But these are the shops that are fascinating – the neighbourhood grocer who instantly takes out that “big bread” that you almost always ask for when you enter. Or the enthusiastic vendors in the local bazar who ask after you ” Where were you all this while?” when you make an appearance after three months.

    When shopping smells of money

    This kind of shopping is equally fascinating as is the unctuous salesman an super luxe watch store who knows you are never going to buy but what the hell ….. it may just be his lucky day. One of my best window shopping experiences has been at the Stanford Mall.

    It was a lovely sunny day and the shops were filled with beautiful people – yes truly well dressed, well groomed, self assured people casually wandering around. Unlike the traditional mall, it was open air with shops scattered around a beautifully maintained estate.  Undoubtedly, it was a stark contrast to my usual haunts of every day grocery stores , the fish market and Bhaji gulley. While these smell of fresh fish , vegetables and musty shelves, Stanford Mall smelled of money.

     

    So if you have enjoyed my experiences shopping, it would seem you are my target audience.

    I look forward to sharing more shopping experiences with you!

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    Linking this up with Corinne’s #MondayMusings

  • Choosing a favourite book

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    Asking a book lover to choose a favourite book is almost like asking someone to choose from an assortment of chocolates. That is hard isn’t it?

    But tucked away in the recesses of my bookshelf library is a dog eared paper back copy of Desiree. The book has been hidden out of sight so that it is not lent to any one by mistake. Yes like most book lovers, I am very particular about lending my books especially to those who don’t bother returning them.

    The book has been read and re-read so many times by me and my daughters that it has come apart at the spines. It is stuck together with brown, self adhesive tape and the pages are brown and brittle to the touch. Yet, we can’t bring ourselves to throw it out. In fact, we treasure it like a miser, only to be brought out once a year to be read with the same enthusiasm as we did the very first time.

    Why Desiree is an all time favourite

    Image for DesireeThe first time I read this book was as a student at University. My mother , who herself is no great reader suggested I read this book.  More intrigued by the book that captured her imagination , I went down to the now defunct Strand Book Stall and purchased a copy for myself. This is hardly a book found in a college library or the neighbourhood lending library that was a hole in the wall stocking comics, Westerns, Mills & Boon and other kinds of Pulp fiction.

    The story of Desiree is all the more fascinating because she not only became the Queen of Sweden but her descendants are still the current reigning monarchs!

    Who would have imagined that Desiree Clary the younger daughter of a French silk manufacturer and merchant would achieve such immortality and fame?

    By a strange quirk of fate, Desiree finds herself embroiled with the brothers Bonaparte. Joseph, the brother who discovers Desiree is pushed aside by Napoleon his younger brother.  Joseph marries Julie, Desiree’s older sister instead. Alas! While Napoleon was affianced to Desiree, he falls in love with Josephine Beauharnais. He promptly dumps the young girl for an older woman who was better suited for his political ideals. So without much ado, he dumped the poor girl and allowed her to marry his trusted General Bernadotte.

    Now isn’t that a fascinating story?

     

    A historical novel

    I love historical novels especially those written in the first person. Lost in the pages of history, a  reader is transported to those tumultuous times when the whole of Europe was in turmoil. It is a book that explores passions, love, jealousy, anger, intrigue, courage and a whole host of human emotions. Even now I feel the young girl’s hear flutter as she prepares to meet her tempestuous fiancee. I feel her anguish and pain when she is spurned for an older woman. But Desiree is vanquished when she  marries Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte. This gentle giant who is staid and prosaic, offers her stability and a firm place in history.

    This is a story that has enchanted three generations of women in my family.  I can’t wait for my little Ms. Papaya to fall under its spell.

    I am linking this post to Sanch Vee’s #Friday Reflections and #UBC Day 7 #Blogboost. 

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