Twenty- five Seven

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  • Good God It’s Friday!

    Yes, you aren’t reading wrong. I don’t mean to say Thank God It’s Friday, I am really amazed that yet another weekend is upon us. It seems like just yesterday when I welcomed 2016 and it is already three weeks down!

    I woke up this morning with a sense of wonder especially as the sun was shining brightly. You may wonder why I’m talking about sunshine from Mumbai when it is always sunny and bright – well this is because we’ve had some unusually cold weather this past week and a lot of sniffles that kept the baby and me up most of the night. So I was glad to see the sun come up even though it was milder and warmer than it usually is.

    I grabbed my iPhone before the sun got any higher and the sky changed from bright blue to a misty, dirty pale, almost not there blue and managed to capture these birds flying loops in the sky. The Black Kite is native to Mumbai’s sky and these birds can be tempted to fly closer to you by flinging bits of bread at them. If you manage to throw some “meaty” stuff, they swoop down even faster, sometimes close enough for you to catch their steely eyes staring at you.

    Doesn’t this make you envy the birds flying  free above the noise and the din below?

    Wishing all of you a happy weekend.

    I’m linking this to Skywatch Friday and Blog Commenting Tribe.

  • Shopping for shampoo- Spoiled for choice 

     

    A shelf full of shampoos

    Who would have thought that shopping for shampoo would be a daunting task?

    I remember in the good old days when my granny used to send me to the local banya across the road and get back a bottle of shampoo. And that was it. A bottle of Tata Shampoo that was the companion to the bottle of Tata Coconut oil. Neither of these brands are available these days as I discovered the other day when I had  run out of shampoo.

    I went down to the chemists and was simply stunned at the shelf full of shampoos that stared back at me:

    There were all kinds of shampoos : Ayurvedic, Herbal, Organic, Synthetic( of course these weren’t touted as such)

    There were all kinds of brands :  Dove, Tresemme, Garnier, Kerastase,Nyle, Biotique, Himalaya , Kama and many,many more.

    And if this weren’t  enough there were shampoos for  different hair concerns : dry hair, shiny hair, damaged hair, normal hair, anti hair fall, anti dandruff, anti frizz , shampoo for dyed hair, shampoo for chemically treated hair, shampoo that was enriched with protein, keratin, and more!

    Which shampoo do I choose?

    So I asked the distinctly bored looking assistan ,” Kaunsa shampoo mere liye chalega? ” (Which shampoo will do for me?)

    He looked at me with an expression that translated as  “Duh?”

    I persisted, “mere baal girte hain ( I suffer from hair fall) , maine treatment karvaya( I have cysteined it), aur mere baal dry or damaged hain ( and my hair is dry and damaged) . Toh main kya karoo? ( so what do I do? ) ”

    He turned to the shelf and pulled  out a shampoo for hair fall, another for damaged and dry hair and yet another for hair that has been treated. ” koi bhi le lo, ya toh teeno le lo” ( you can take any one of these or all of them)

    This time I gave him a look that said “Duh”.

    Posting this on Blog Commenting Tribe

  • What’s that under your bed?

    Chocolate wrappers

     

    What’s that ?” the Hubby said

    “Are those chocolate wrappers under the bed?”
    “Of course they are,” I happily said

    With not the slightest trace of guilt.

    “Are you stressed?” he asked 

    That you eat in bed?

    Why don’t you have a drink instead?”

    So will that mean, henceforth you’ll see

    Underneath my bed a bottle of whiskey?

    The other day my friend F gifted me a bag of mini Toblerones among other things. With Christmas long over, I was happy for her playing Santa and decided not to share it with the rest of the family. Perhaps it has something to do with the infants in my care who happily scream and shout their frustration without the slightest concern for either my peace of mind or my ear drums. Why can’t I also remember the child within me (as all the counsellors advise us) ?

    So I decided to be a BAD GIRL .

    I was frankly fed up of being a good girl especially when I see some people around me literally get away by being bad, badder and even baddest.

    What does being good really get you I often ask myself. I remember as a little girl, my grannie’s made Christine used to scare me with a tiny little picture that she carried with her promising me a life of fire and brimstone in the Afterworld if I was a bad girl in this life. (Of course she also added that if I became a Christian I’d be saved). And the nuns in school didn’t help either. We were told that it was goodness that mattered in life and that goodness would be rewarded in this world and the next.

    So we had to be good in behaviour (kind, compassionate, understanding, empathetic, helpful, caring, honest, hard-working, diligent and selfless). Of course all these are good values and I’m glad that they were dinned into our heads day in and day out.

    But honestly, when you see the scoundrels getting away with all the bad things that they do, don’t you wonder if you should let goodness stand on its head? 

    And, besides , what’s wrong with the guilty pleasure of eating chocolate in bed? Pretty harmless.

    For those who don’t remember, I’m sharing Donna Summer’s 1979 classic with all of you.

     

    I’m linking this to Blog Commenting Tribe by Corinne

     

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