Why aren't you planning for a baby yet??

Once you are married, guess the next steps is to think about having babies.
Guess thats a normal thought....
But if you are married for nearly 4 years and still haven't thought that as a normal thought then there is a concern.....
Ok, it maynot be much of a worry to you but your peers, your colleagues, your old school friends (married and having at least a kid!)and most importantly, your family will take enough worries for you to make you think that you are not young anymore, the clock is ticking, you are not taking care of your health and why aren't you planning for a baby yet.......
I won't hide, but yeah I am getting those questions thrown at me by someone or the other at least once a day. My usual reaction is to smile and say that yeah by end of 2011 we are thinking of going through the process. Well that at least stops further questioning but that also makes me think that yeah, I am not as young as I was ten years back and yes my biological clock is possibly ticking and maybe the alarm will set off anyday now and maybe I should give enough thought to the process.
Well, I am thinking now..... maybe will come up with more thoughts in next posts....

Curd Rice for lunch!

Today I did the inevitable, or shall I call inedible...
Anyways, the whole thought behind writing this post is about a food which many people relish and they call it 'Curd Rice'.
It is a very common sight to see people really enjoying their share of Curd Rice in office cafeteria, restaurants, roadside eateries etc.
As the name suggests, this is a meal made out of rice, curd and some spices added to it. Honestly, I never quite fascinated it, maybe coz it looks so white and all mixed up. I like my food to look beautiful at least...
Over the last few days I had been contemplating with the idea of trying this food at my office cafeteria, but never could I bring myself to the section in the cafeteria where they serve it, so today I decided and pushed myself to buy myself a plate of Curd Rice.
When I was heading towards the counter I was looking around hoping not to see anyone familiar and be a joke for trying out Curd Rice after staying in this part of India for nearly five years. To my relief there was no familiar face in sight.
So there is goes, my first plate of Curd Rice and possibly my last. The first dig at the plate nearly left me nauseating. Well, to be honest, the food is not bad tasting at all, but certainly not for my palette. Two spoons of the dish and I was done.
Well, today, possibly for the first time I could be counted amongst the 'Food Wasters' in the cafeteria.
I don't wish to cause any offence to people who love this food because maybe this calls for an acquired taste just like 'Beer' or 'Wine' but then again I still haven't quite acquired the taste for 'Beer', guess that doesn't offend Beer-lovers!

Remembering a Christmas!

A few years back a Christmas vacation was spent on a remote location in Coorg.
Coorg is approximately 260 Kms from Bangalore and is sometimes referred to as the Scotland of India, primarily because of its lush green forests, the beautiful coffee estates and the perfectly manicured tea plantations.
We stayed in a homestay which is inside a 36 acres coffee estate. The cottage was surrounded by misty mountains and dense forests where apart from our voices, all we could hear was the chirping of forest birds, the sound of the rocky river as it moved in crests and troughs, the symphony of crickets as the night darkened the evening sky.
We reached the homestay towards late afternoon and all our tiredness disappeared when we saw the estate manager approaching towards our cottage with freshly brewed coffee and fried snacks. Sitting on our verandah, sipping the hot coffee and enjoying the breathtaking surrounding are one of the best moments of my life. The time stood still for me. I closed my eyes to savour the forest sounds when I was jolted to my senses by a sudden laughter of my husband and our usual group of friends who accompanied us on the trip. They were in conversation about how mechanical life in Bangalore was and if given a choice, would anyone want to stay in an idyllic place like Coorg. There were mixed opinions about spending one's life there and leaving the comforts of the city. While a place like Coorg does give one all that nature can offer, the fresh air, natural springs, and the beautiful surroundings. It’s a place where people are content with what they have. The requirements are basic and they are happy with that. A city like Bangalore is well polluted, so much that sometimes one has difficulty in breathing, the eyes burn when the exhaust of the cars pump out more and more smoke to choke the life out of a living being but then again its my city, its us who have the power to change and bring back its old glory, turn back the time when Bangalore used to be tourist destination due to its lovely weather and the beautiful gardens. Remember, it is still known as the Garden City of India. Maybe I am too protective about this city although I have been staying here for just about four years, but somehow this feels like home to me. Maybe I will visit Coorg again in future and would enjoy and be a part of nature during my stay, but my heart will always lie in Bangalore. Like they say, home is where the heart is.
Sitting in the balcony of my apartment I sipped the piping hot coffee I bought from a local shop in Coorg. It reminded me of that beautiful cottage, the misty mountains, the dense forest and the lush green coffee plantations. I smiled and promised myself a visit again sometime soon...

Abhayaranyam

Again I am writing this one after a long long gap, maybe I have incorporated the habit of not writing enough...not a good sign
But here is something that touched my heart and compelled me to write. This year, sometime during the end of November we decided that its quite a while since we travelled somewhere so we decided to search...
Our search took us to check the forest guest houses in and around Karnataka and Tamil Nadu. Our friend Nilanjan came up with an idea to visit Abhayaranyam which is a forest guest house in Mudumalai Tiger Reserve. The idea to stay in a tiger reserve was exciting so we searched all over the internet for more details about the guest house. To our despair there was nothing that could be called as 'detailed' description of the place, barely any pictures, no posts.. but we didnt lose hope, our intense search provided us with the contact numbers of the forest officer whom we could call to book the place.
So we made the booking for the cottage that they had there. Then started the endless wait for the day of our trip. We had planned everything, the places we would visit on our stay there, the food that we will carry etc.
Finally the day arrived. We had decided to leave early in the morning to reach the place as early as possible. We had checked with the concerned person there about the check-in time, fortunately there was no strictness around it! So we left at sharp 4 am, calculating the possibility of reaching that place at 9 am. The night drive was awesome, the road had a few cars zipping around. After a drive of about an hour and a half we decided to take a short break. In another 10 minutes we were back in top gear. After an hour or so, we could see the dawn breaking in front of our eyes, the sun peeking through the horizon...
We crossed Mysore at 6:45 am and our new GPS navigator guided us well through the city roads into the forest trail.
We reached Bandipur forest at about 8am and decided to make a small halt once twe crossed the forest zone. Mudumalai was not too far from there but reaching at 9 am sounded a bit embarrasing now. Anyways, we decided to drive at a very slow speed and reached the destination at 9:30 am.
The view was unlike anything we had ever seen. This bunglow can not be seen from the road, one has to climb a short uphill road to reach there. It is surounded by dense forest on all sides with a view of the Nilgiri hills on two sides.
Right in front of the bunglow there is an overgrowth of elephant grasses where we did see some elephant and bison dung. Oh, I forgot to mention the numerous herds of deer we saw while crossing the forest zone.
On reaching the bunglow , we were warmly greeted by the caretaker who confirmed our booking and requested us to wait for a while while the rooms were being cleaned up.
There were about 3-4 people who took care of the bunglow there and they stayed in a couple of cottages right behind ours, where they had a kitchen and their rooms.
The Abhayaranyam bunglow is quite a large one with two huge bedrooms, two bathrooms with western toilet, a balcony that connects the two bedrooms and a dining hall in between the bedrooms. the best part is, this has a watchtower with glass windows on all sides where you can spend the daytime birdwatching. (We were advised not to climb up to the watchtower at night)
Our day was spent taking rest, and catching glimpse of shy deer, watching a few peacocks on the grassy area, seeing some wild boar and mongoose and sighting a couple of malabar squirrels on the trees nearby. We also visited the elephant feeding camp in the evening and saw how forest elephants were getting their daily diet served by their mahouts.
The lunch and dinner at Abhayaranyam were prepared on request and the food was very much edible and quite beyond our expectation considering we were in the middle of the forest with the nearest village at least 5km away.
Honestly we weren't disappointed at all with our first day experience there. Towards late evening, the four of us started a quiet conversation sitting on the chairs and sofa on the balcony. We didnt have anything to do. Outside it was completely dark with lights from occassional cars passing through that road. Suddenly there was a power cut and we were in the midst of complete darkness. Then I realised it wasn't actually a power cut but a low voltage situation and only the filaments of the bulbs were illuminated. The caretaker gave us some candles though. We decided to finish dinner too and play a little boardgame of Ludo. After dinner, we took some chairs and sat outside the bunglow main door listening to the silence and occassionally talking.
After about 15 minutes we came inside and were playing a game of Ludo when we thought what we heard was an elephant's trumpet. But then we realised that since it was too quiet outside even the sound of a truck horn could sound like that so we continued playing. At about quarter to 11 we decided to call it a night and went to our rooms. We slept barely for 10 minutes when i heard someone brooming outside the cottage. The sound continued so Sudipto and I decided to knock Nilanjan's room and find out if they were hearing what we did. It was dark and scary when we went to their room. They had heard it too. Nilanjan quickly grabbed his torch and we came to our room and opened the window a little to find out the source of the sound.
What we saw outside startled us. It was a cloudy night, so in the bleak light of the moon we saw couple of wild elephants grazing at the grass in front of the cottage. We decided to check the balcony windows and at every window we saw there were 2-3 elephants. We realised that there were about 10 or 12 elephants surrounding the cottage, who came there from the forest for a midnight snack. Among them there were 3 tuskers will gigantic tusks. We were frozen in fear and were talking in whispers. Finally they left after an hour or so, but we couldnt sleep in fear.
But sleep did come eventually and the next morning we woke up with a fresh joy.
We decided to go to Gopalaswamy Betta which is a hill about 40 km from the guest house. This place gives a panaromic view of the forest below. We saw some elephants in the forest as we climbed the hill.
It had started raining on our way back and while crossing the forest area we saw an elephant on the side of the road, munching on leaves from a tree.
We decided to spend our night in the watchtower without telling the caretaker. He had warned us of leopards in the jungle too, well that was scary but we decided to give it a try anyways. As fate would have it, on the second night, the elephants came much earlier than expected and the caretaker and his crew were still awake so we couldnt risk going up and staying in the watch tower.
We saw a family of elephants and two tuskers who left early.
We decided to chat for a while before calling it a day. We were travelling back the next day.
Our stay at Abhayaranyam was short but has left a deep impact in our souls. Never ever have we come so close to nature and wildlife. It was a perfect blend of wild India at its best.

Mistake of distancing!

I have realised that people will talk to you when you listen to them, if you don't show you are in a hurry to wrap up the conversation, if you lend a sympathetic ear, if you are willing to keep the conversation going by adding your inputs. In the last few weeks I had been crazy busy with my new work, trying to learn new things, willing to innovate, but never did I realise that I was distancing myself from people with whom I would stay in touch constantly. I didn't talk to them, because I was too busy to listen to what they had to say.Why is it, that when you move to a new role, you tend to leave the past where it was. It was a shameful thing I did, how could I not stay in touch with people I have known all throughout just because I was loaded with an extra bit of work?Maybe this is where management skills come into play. How to balance your work and life?I have decided that I will work on a thing only till the time I think I can work on it. The more one tries to push beyond the limits, more errors crop up, adding up to the workload.I will take a break and speak with my friends and people I am close with, people who can make me forget the worries of worklife.

Big J.. Forever

I thought of posting this nearly a month ago, but somehow I still haven't been able to face the bitter reality of Jerry's death. It was on the wee hours of 9th February. Ma telephoned me and even before I pressed the call acceptance button on my mobile phone, I somehow knew the news I was going to hear. Its true that he was not keeping well for almost one week prior to his death. He was old. Rather too old...but how old is too old? Can we ever overcome the grief of losing someone close to our heart.Its a terrible feeling to know that the next time when I will go to meet my parents, he wouldn't be around. I wouldn't relish his crazy antics, now no one will ever get so furious enough to bite me.. This may sound a bit crazy but I have been bitten a lot many times by Jerry. My palms still have the marks, but then its natural for a dog to bite when provoked. I never hit him back when bitten. It was his natural self defense technique.I still remember the day he came to our life, just 27 days old, who would get tired after walking a few centimetres on the carpet, ma used to feed him a semisolid baby food, which he soon found distasteful and found delight in raw vegetables which he used to swiftly steal when vegetables for lunch were being chopped.He grew up fast. Each birthday of his that we celebrated, traumatised me. I knew he was a year closer to the inevitable. I last met him about a year and a half ago. He was getting old, did not like human presence much, was somewhat distracted, later ma told me that he had cataract and was going deaf. Honestly, I can never imagine my Jerry as anything else than the rough one, who would get angry at the slightest provocation, but at the same time would be the mischivieous of the lot, someone who was a brother to me, someone who I will miss forever. Yes, that's my Jerry..Forever!

A Big Blunder!

We all make blunders and I have an expertise in that. Yesterday at a meeting with a Senior Executive, I was asked if I did any creative writing ever and guess what my blog came into the picture. I, being a moron,completely, idiotically, forgot that my last post, written almost 2 years ago, was about the DDSS syndrome, which is definitely not a worth read, more importantly, not something you will like to show to a senior colleague of yours. A blunder. But I did it, the moment the page opened I realised it but it was too late. Now I am just crossing my fingers and hoping he didn't read it. Well, high hopes as we call it!