Unaudited Thoughts

                                                              Come March and it's wardrobe organising and cleaning season. Time to put away those big fat sweaters and thick jackets. It also means, making way for the summery cottons and smart linens. The biggest problem being creation of space in the already over crowded wardrobe. So, I decided to reorganise and let go of things that do not spark joy in me:) Yes, hail Marie Kondo! With great gusto, I started  my mission. In half an hour the entire room looked like it had been hit by a tsunami. A huge pile of  'I will fit in in someday clothes' sat mocking at me. Quietly, I chided myself for being over positive about fitting in! Pun intended.             A while later hubby peeped in and looking at my confused, bewildered state, chose to retract as quickly as possible. Probably fearing that I would be snappy or worse, might ask for help! Finally, after 2 hours of keeping in and letting go of stuff, the room began to res

                      As we come to the end of the 2018, time to look back and ponder at the year gone by, ‘Audit 2018’.           Life has generally been good, some defining moments, some happy ones, few challenges faced and hopefully, lessons learnt.             Travelling is something I did quite a bit this year. From Italy to Khajurao, couple of places ticked off bucket list. Thanks to Sammy dearest for pushing me to take these trips. I hope to continue doing this the coming year. One thing I have realised is that history and art fascinate me much more than natural beauty. Of course, nature is awe inspiring, but stories of how people put their sweat and blood into creations truly move me.                An issue I feel about strongly is the Metoo movement. Much water has flown under the bridge.But each time I hear people ridicule the victims by making statements like , why is she speaking about it now or she is publicity hungry, or he is such a good man, it’s impossible. I cr

Well, this is it ! I turn 39 today. People say I don't look 39 ( I am modest, they do!) That is also because I don't act my age either! (Ask my dad)😬        Been doing some thinking and as I look back at the first decade, I remember a  timid me! Difficult to believe, looking at me today.  But I was . Life was simple, Aai-Baba, Kaka-Kaku and my dear Aaji fussing over and pampering me. Arrival of siblings and I became their 'Tai'. Though they refuse to treat me like one even today. 🤷🏻‍♀        The second decade was school,college, tuitions, teachers, friends, petty squabbles, bunking classes, forging deepest friendships and studying. It was also when I met a very shy Samar and thus began a heady intense love! Those were the days.          The third decade was all about moving ahead. Newly qualified as a Chartered Accountant. Getting married and above everything else,  'MOTHERHOOD'. That was a challenging period, getting used to new life. There were many h

Oh Womaniya! It’s that time of the year again. When women are glorified, put on pedestal, showered with choicest epithets  and then, forget all about it ! Till it pops up as memory on your social media account, same day next year! Not to forget the crass commercialisation of it, with beauty parlours and stores all over giving  discounts on this special day, Women’s day parties organised( whatever that means), restaurants having special menus with extended happy hours, only for women. (This one is not as bad, actually. LOL ;) ) The very essence of why this day came into existence is lost, completely! It’s a day to reflect on the trials and struggles that women had to go through for demanding socio economic equality;  it is also a day to thank all those men and women who championed for the cause, inspite of stiff resistance and ostracism. A day to remind ourselves of what they did for us, how far we have come and be grateful for it.       We have