• Sunrise from my window

    This morning I was at the kitchen sink preparing some cauliflower for my lunch while my egg was bubbling on the boil. I happened to glance eastward and saw the sun rise from behind the clouds. I just couldn’t help capturing this gorgeous moment when pink and gold light up the sky, bringing a dash of colour to the morning grey.

    Mumbai has a mild winter and this year it has been even milder. The good thing about this is that we do’t have to take out our woollens from their moth balls and we don’t have to suffer the unhealthy smog. The downside is that we don’t get to change our wardrobes and continue to look pretty much the same as we’ve looked all year round!

    My beautiful Imperial towers
    The bay under a pink sky
    More bay under a pink sky

    I love the peace at sunrise when the only sounds you can hear are of yourself getting ready for the day.

    Hope you all have a wonderful weekend ahead of you!

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  • You probably won’t like what I’m going to say but the sad truth in life is that with most things in life it almost is an either or situation. Of course this doesn’t mean that you cannot try to break out of the barriers that confine you, restrict you and define you but the road ahead is not always easy and often it is a lonely journey. 

    Call it the law of opposites or the law of Mutual Exclusivity, but often times , it is said that

    – You cannot be pretty and smart
    – You cannot be a girl and good in maths
    – You cannot be rich and not a spoilt brat
    – You cannot be poor and arrogant
    – You cannot be intelligent and sporty
     
      you get the drift, don’t you?

    Way back in time when I was doing Intermediate Arts at Bombay University, we  at University, we had a compulsory subject  called Logic which again, it was assumed, that no woman could understand or use. Luckily, time and again,circumstances have proved that people can go beyond stereotypes, rise above difficulties and prove themselves capable when called upon to do so. But equally strangely, people only praise or acknowledge the efforts of those who are downtrodden, underprivileged or otherwise short changed in life and feel that those who have it all don’t deserve any praise for any of their achievements.

    Why should a woman who has it all
    be made to feel that she was just plain lucky?
    Why should we resent her success,  begrudge her the praise she deserves
    for putting herself out there and fulfilling her potential?

    Why should a woman who loves perfume and chiffon
    be forced to don khadi to prove  she’ s an  activist?

    Why should  a girl who solves quadratic equations
    faster than you can say the word pretend  she likes singing when
    she can’t hold a tune?
    Why should a girl who pole vaults effortlessly be forced to  pull punches
    and endure hopscotch and demure girly games?

    Why can’t a woman climb her own mountains
    Break out of her shackles and do her own thing?

    It’s time to say boldly
    “I’m going to do what I want to
    and not  do what you tell me I should be doing”.

    But having broken the mould and set free to soar higher
    I should be prepared to face some  moments of gloom
    For breaking down barriers and tearing down boxes
    Is a heart wrenching task
    Which we have to endure.

    You can have it all but the road there is harder
    Because much as you fight it, there’s always a trade off
    And most things in life are either and or.

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  • At the end of the day

    Today is just the middle of the week but for some strange reason it seems like the end of the week. Wednesday has always been a rough day perhaps it is because it is the middle of the week. I’ve had a good day so far. After a night of tossing and turning and wondering whether my back would ache I woke up to the sound of traffic outside the window. Even though my house is a 100 ft away from the edge of the main road it is opposite a school and on the 23rd floor you get sounds from all around. On some days when I’m on the other side of the house, the side that overlooks the maidan and the inner part of the city, I wake up to the rumbling of a train or the wake up call of the muezzin. But on the western side that gives me a great view of the sea and which overlooks the main road , I can get up to strange sounds: sometimes it is the honking of cars waiting to drop off the girls to school, sometimes , when it is later in the morning, it is the loud boom of the drum and the cries of ‘left left left right left’ as the girls practice marching for the inter school sports.

    I wonder if the inter school sports were as much a big thing as they were in our day. I can never forget how the girls from the convent school that is in front of my house ran after the condoms that were blown up by the rowdy boys from the school on the other side of town and sent specially their way. The boys and girls from my school looked on in amusement as the nuns shouted at the girls’ unseemly behaviour and warned them to ignore the condoms that floated over their heads. That was the highlight of the inter school sports meet for most of us, while others exploited the chance to meet others from the opposite sex.

    So this morning I woke up to the sound of school traffic and eased myself out of bed, not wanting to spend it in pain as I did yesterday when my back suddenly have way. Coping with pain is exhausting and perhaps that’s why I felt as though I’d run a hundred miles and it seemed like the end of the week.

    The day unravelled slowly with a gentle pace and by the end of the day I felt it was Friday evening and I was ready to unwind I’ve the weekend. Alas tomorrow is Thursday and another day. I do hope it’s as unhurried and lazy as today.

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