• How to ruin a perfect weekend 

    Last weekend which should have been a happy one started off badly with a loose remark being taken the wrong way. I was brushing my teeth before turning in when Hubby Dear asked me a question. I can’t remember what it was but all I recollect is that the moment my answer left my lips, the weekend began unraveling. Suffice to say that we both spent the night in frosty silence and it wasn’t surprising that our proposed trip to Pune was called off when the sun rose on Saturday. 

    In an attempt to make peace, Hubby Dear suggested a lunch at the Club followed by some shopping knowing that retail therapy is an ideal cure for a sulky spouse. However, lunch turned out to be a bad idea because even before I could swallow the first morsel, I had a severe attack of water brash and actually threw up in my napkin. I rushed to the loo and threw up some more and some more on the way back. There was no question of eating as I kept throwing up regularly after that. By the end of the evening I had managed to throw up at least 10 times , including the prescribed medication to stop vomitting. 

    Eventually I called up Anna Shetty who was away for the weekend and was told to get a shot of anti emetic. Unfortunately even that didn’t help and the next morning found me admitted to hospital and hooked up to half a pint lest I dehydrated before she returned the next morning. 

    Men are from outer space 

    Lying on the bed in the casualty and wondering what the bill would be in Mumbai’s latest hospital didn’t help the vomitting much and it was only after a second shot did the eject reflex settle down. 

    The next day I went to see a gastro-enterologist down the road . In fairness to Hubby Dear his boss was due to arrive that night but he cried off from coming with me to the doctor citing a scheduled conference call. I also sent back the car and walked home. Now of course I wasn’t at death’s door nor was my condition alarming but I’m amazed at how  no one thought it even possible that I might just want someone around ! 

    That’s when I realised that men and women are definitely not on the same page. Let me clarify that Hubby Dear is extremely loving , caring solicitous, indulgent and a perfect spouse but it is in healthcare that men and women are fundamentally different. And this is not a judgement but an observation . 

    We women are supposed to have a higher tolerance for pain,hence childbirth, more patience, hence less stress, more stamina, hence more capacity to multi task and do more than one job  but why do I feel weepy and vulnerable when I think of myself walking home all alone? 

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  • Lights ! Action! Camera! 

    Finally it’s curtain call for those participating in the A to Z Challenge and time to reveal your theme.

    I didn’t have a theme last year and this year I have too many. Actually, two ideas playing in my head, which is one too many for a person who has everything but time. My first theme is too ambitious to attempt ( I realised in hindsight ) and decided to go with the easier one……

    What is common with this book cover and my theme?

    Plenty! When I first read this book, I was amazed how everyday things have a fascinating Back Story . We take many things for granted without a thought how they came about.

    So this year, I decided to write about the things around the house.

    Things Around The House

    Many objects around the house are essential to my life, some bring back special memories or are treasured gifts; some are collected by my in-laws and some are just there!

    I look forward to sharing photos and stories of objects around my home that are part of my family’s folk lore and history and hope you enjoy them too!

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    Over 1000 bloggers are  participating in the A to Z Challenge , currently in its 7th year.  The brainchild of Arlee Bird , participants blog every day in April except Sunday on topics that match the 26 letters of the alphabet.

     

  • In the middle of a busy intersection in the Southern part of Mumbai, is the ugliest skywalk ever made . It took almost four years to complete and at the end of it, the Municipality of Mumbai realised what they did wrong – It was too ugly and cumbersome, there were too many houses it actually looked into and the ultimate clincher – all the roads were still not connected so pedestrians still had to dodge the cars that now had to dodge the pillars, making the traffic even more chaotic than before. So now we have a huge ugly skywalk that is fed by four bridges that really lead to nowhere.

    However, the Municipality also realised that most pedestrians were ordinary people and being the government of the people, decided to make an escalator so that the old and the infirm could use the bridge ( it was much higher than normal to allow the oversized Ganesh statues to pass during the 10 day Ganesh festival of Mumbai.

    Unfortunately no one in the Municipality thought about climbing down the skywalk so there isn’t any escalator to climb down. Perhaps they secretly want  people to jump off!

    But they still didn’t make an escalator to climb down . So they did the next best thing – they never operated  the escalator going up. And the bridge remains a monstrosity that no one uses.


    The escalator that was never used


    The hallmark of a democracy is that it is the government of the people, for the people and by the people. Obviously we are a stupid people to elect a stupid government to rule over us.

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