• Living for yourself alone


    You live only once.
    Live life on your terms.
    All that really matters is what YOU  really feel.

    If you live for you and
    I live for me

    Do I really love you?
    and do you really love me?

    And do I really love you
    Or do I love only me?

    Do I really live for you
    and do you really live for me?

    But you believe that you should only live for you
    because no one loves you like you love yourself.

    So if you believe 
    you live only for you
    Why should I live for you?


    For all that matters to you
    Is you and only you.

    Live in the now.

    But what about yesterday?
    Did we not live in the past?
    Or was it just an illusion?
    a dream?
    A passing fantasy.

    And what about tomorrow?
    will it really be?
    Does it matter?

    Nothing really does.


    Because you love only you.


    As long as you love only you
    You will lonely be
    Because you believe that only you
    Can love you like you will

    It is only you who matters in this world
    To you and only you.

    So why pretend you love me
    Or any other person too?
    Because all you really love is 
    U



    So you who are living on your terms
    Do you really love you?

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  • Logo of Flipkart.com
    Logo of Flipkart.com (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    Yesterday was my first on line shopping experience and I must say it was wonderful.

    In the good old days before gyms and yoga studios all we really did to keep fit was play tennis, badminton or squash at the Club, go for a jog around the colony , or a swim at the pool or do Yoga at home with a book for instruction . At that time I remember the only equipment we ordinary mortals used was the skipping rope or at dumb bells if you were a dedicated body builder. But in those days no one wanted abs and pecs and all those rippling muscles that every one wants to flex. The ones who were seriously into body building were people who entered competitions like Mr. India . Yes, it’s true even the Miss India was a competition which most girls entered for a lark.

    In this era of complacence towards muscle tone, one exercise system that actively promoted body building was BULLWORKER which is why I can never forget their advertisement that consisted of a puny little guy having sand kicked in his face by the big burly beach bully

     who would then walk off with his girlfriend thus rubbing his nose in the dirt even more! So, dear man, to avoid this embarassing situation, get yourself a Bullworker  and stand up to Mr.  Beach Bully and keep the girl on your arm.  And of course Bullworker was sold by Post or VPP with COD. I was fascinated by these terms and always wondered how it worked. Did the parcel really come as promised? What if you wanted to return the item? What was the procedure then? And since I was no beach punk with a girl friend to hang on to, I obviously never went for this product or this kind of shopping but I secretly  hoped my little brother would go for a Bullworker since he was the “kid” in his class . Alas! My brother didn’t need the Bullworker nor the muscle to get the girls because he was a natural charmer and already had a tough time keeping them away. And as for my father, since he already had a babe without the muscle tone,  he didn’t need it either. So postal shopping remained an unsolved mystery in my life for a long while.

    A few months ago, I was tempted to try and bought a mop through the Time of India advert which offered a whopping 60% discount. My mother’s warning rang loud in my ears as I SMSd the order to a given number and waited with baited breath for the product to arrive. It did and I was pleased as punch. I proudly showed the Maid how to use it and imagined spotless floors with effortless ease. How wrong I was when two days later she  pressed on the pedal to wring the mop dry only to have it snap off in a trice! That explained why it was selling for 60% off!

    But once bitten I wasn’t twice shy – nay I was not shy at all. Having discovered the ease of shopping from the comfort of my home, I decided to change the vendor. Besides, how wrong could you be with a book?  With  parking a big pain and the non-availability of the book a greater possibility, I have virtually stopped shopping for books. And I really wanted the book. So I ordered it through FLIPKART and I must say  it worked!!!

    The book came within 3 days of placing the order, perfectly packed and delivered by a person who actually knew what he was doing. For one, he didn’t address me as SIR when I am so blatantly a woman. He was polite and efficient and didn’t diddle me with the usual ” I have no change” line and pocket the change. Nor did he ask for water or tea or any other beverage to slake his thirst and wonder of wonders , I didn’t have to reveal any credit card details on line, nor did I have to sign up and register to become a regular customer. Flipkart made on line shopping a completely painless experience.

    Now buoyed by this pleasant experience I may just become a click shopper with one more excuse to surf the net, especially since the Mumbai roads  are caving in or are in imminent fear of collapsing thanks to the underground drains which have crumbled and integrated with the earth below!

    Thank you Flipkart for pulling me into the virtual world of shopping!

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  • English: Bal Gangadhar Tilak
    English: Bal Gangadhar Tilak (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    With Purshottam’s month finally over, the entire city is getting ready to celebrate the festival of Ganesha. With the rains miraculously gone, the past week has seen aT a flurry of activity as makeshift marquees or pandals were being erected in several street corners to welcome the various Darlings or Raja of the locality; Lalbaug cha Raja being the most famous of them all.
    Originally held in private homes, the celebrations  were made into public, communal celebrations by Lokmanya Tilak, the pioneering freedom fighter who used this opportunity to rouse public sentiment and foster a sense of “Indiannness”. Tilak, the wily Brahmin found this a clever way to overcome the restriction on public gatherings imposed during British Rule. Over the years, the marquees have got bigger as have the idols of clay and the tableaux which have become larger and more varied  encompassing themes varying from cultural to political to outright crassness.

    This morning I went to the place where it all began 120 years ago:
    Keshavji Naik Chawl off NA Deshmukh Road, a gully deep in Khadilkar Lane, in the heart  of Girgaon. While there was activity all around  this narrow street the Chawl itself wore a look of casual abandonment save for the banner announcing its proud heritage. I went inside hoping to find preparations underway but was disappointed to find it forlorn and empty. A few boys loitering around on the motorbikes parked around assured me that come tomorrow, the entire chawl would become a hive buzzing with life as 150 families got together to welcome Lord Ganesh in their midst. In fact they invited me to join in their celebrations tomorrow and promised me that I wouldn’t be sorry.

    I continued with my walk down the neighbourhood, taking photos of all the banners that announced the various Ganeshas. From tomorrow morning this place will become one cacophonous mess with people scurrying around, chants of prayers, sounds of bells and the usual noise of the Mumbai traffic.

    Opposite the two pink cows standing guard at Gaiwadi I found a real cow being fed real grass by real people. Many devotees like to feed the cow so this is a common sight outside a city temple.

    Fat coconuts

    On my way home I bought two fat coconuts which I am going to scrape down and get ready to ask my mother-in-law to make the steamed dumplings that she is most famous for. I also bought some flowers to decorate my little Ganesha who will this time miss the activity associated with his welcome in my home all these years. In fact, I wanted to stop bringing him out but vehement protests by Hubby Dear and Anna Shetty made me change my mind.

    Tomorrow morning, before the day begins, I will lay out my decorations and install my Ganesha for the Pooja which Anna Shetty has promised to attend.

    The Brahman Sabha pandal
    which organises cooking and
    craft contests

    And as we say our prayers we shall remember all those away and eat an extra  modak doused in hot molten  toop especially for them.

    The pandal at Girgaon Cross Road

    Ganpati Bappa Morya!

    Real cow opposite fake cows at Gaiwadi

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