• At 5 am ‘tween  fitful sleep and wakefulness, 
    I toss and turn and wonder how
    My day will be. 
    What will it bring as it unfolds
    A day of unplanned activity?
    Will it be busy
    With endless chores I’ve put off doing till today?
    Will I meet with friends and talk of things
    We’ve kept for just a day like this?
    Will it be a day to read  a book
    Sipping a coffee in the verandah at the Club?
    A day to paint or write a blog?
    Or see a movie with Jo and Kay?
    Will I tramp around  the shops to look
    For things I do not really need?

    I woke this morning , my mind a blank
    Not knowing how things would unfold.
    Then Anna Shetty called and said she’d like to
    Spend the day with me.
    She baked a cake
    I cooked the meal
    We lazed around and spoke of things
    Inconsequential.

    We snoozed a bit ,
    And lolled around……
    I dropped her home,
    Did some chores and now 
    I’m off to enjoy the happiness 
    And bliss of the rest of this unstructured day.

     

  • When Lies become Truths

                                  

    Last year a series of events has led me to believe that when you tell a lie often enough it becomes the truth.

    Telling lies  is a genetic trait passed on from father to son much like a legacy or inheritance. There are families of congenital liars and generations display this trait.

    If a family of liars inducts a non-liar into their fold, there is bound to be a conflict so in most cases they prefer to maintain the peace by marrying other liars.

    While I am no George Washington, I find this ease of lying simply amazing. For instance, today while going down in the crowded elevator, I met a person who I knew had gone out of town for a holiday. One of the passengers inquired after her and asked  what she was up to these past few days. Without thinking even for a moment, she put on a suitably sad face and said that she was out of town as she had to go to look after a sick relative. She looked so sorry and desolate that immediately there were platitudes passed around and I  was left  marveling at  with the ease with which she spun this yarn on the fly………..

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  • An eager onlooker? 

    At 7 in the morning when I walked down the road I was amazed to find the street corner alive with cheerleaders, regular cheerers and of course the runners of the half marathon who had started off from Bandra .  Most of  the runners looked exhausted already and I can imagine it must be quite a trudge – getting up early to be at the starting point, then running down the sea link and finally huffing up Cumballa Hill to get to the Woodlands’ Cheering station.

    Kinnous supplied by Kingfisher
    to quench the thirst

    Woodlands has always been known for its raucous cheerers and many participants actually felt enthused and inspired to go for the last lap after hearing their lusty cries. This year the cheerleaders from Sophia College were joined in by the street children from the flyover below  who matched them shake for shake and cheer for cheer. Nargish turned her nose up at the urchins and “chokra boys” we couldn’t deny the fact that it was their street and their space that was actually being invaded. Apart from the Deejay who changed “Chamak challo” to “We are the Champions” to announce the arrival of the professional runners, there were by standers who cheered, and whistled and hooted , passing freshly peeled kinnous and bottles of water to the runners while they themselves feasted on hot samosas, jalebis and cups of tea and coffee.

     

    Golden Mataji? 

    As usual, people run for different reasons – some because they like to run, others because they have a cause. I wonder what this flag bearing runner was running for? I saw another lady, clean shaven and bare footed, running for a cause while another man was dressed like Sai Baba and another like a Golden Goddess . The professional runners were heralded by helicopters,

    Running with the National Flag
    The professional Marathoners running by

    Yesterday evening while walking down Marine Drive, Hubby Dear and I came across some serious preparations for the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon which has become a marathon event in itself over the last 10 years. When it first started out, it was almost entirely amateur race with several people I knew actually entering for a lark , casually transferring their daily run on the Race Course to a half marathon. Many gave up after that first attempt, while others continued, becoming more determined to better their performance and dedicating themselves to a regular training program.

    A patrolling helicopter sharing air
    space with the Mumbai kites

    The Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon has proved to be an enduring event , eagerly looked forward to by Mumbaikars and professional marathoners alike.

    This year with around 25,000 entries in all categories, the race is proving to get bigger and bigger each year. Luckily this year our city is enjoying some bracing weather and for runners it has been a sheer treat.

    Despite the numbers, the hype and the effort, something was missing in the race this year. By 10 am , the  street corner wore a deserted look with just a few by standers left, with empty chairs and a dirty street to wish the runners well.

     

    The actual denizens of the street, dancing to Hollywood beats

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