Vein in Vanity

It happened a few months ago when I was attending a training session for the job I had newly got. There were 3 Americans, 1 English, 1 Austrian and of course 1 Indian (me) attending the session. The task was to write down the names of all the things that we could find in the room we were sitting in, in our mother tongue. Sounded easy enough at first, but led to extreme embarrassment when I could name just 17 and everyone else in the room came up with 70 in a minute’s time. I always took pride in the fact that my English was good. But what a slap in the face it was, when for the life in me, I couldn’t figure out what we called a table in Tamil! While recuperating from the serious damage caused by this incident I began thinking… Most people associate culture and history with India. It is incredible that we have so many different religions, traditions and values. And not to forget the multitude of languages. I have often heard that what scientists in the west discovered years l

Yes it’s true my best friend was stolen in Kindergarten and believe it or not I have still not made my peace with it! Conspiracy began at that ‘tender’ (puh!) age! Nevertheless I cannot deny having met so many remarkable people through the years. And in that light the loss I was talking about doesn’t really matter. I made my first real friend in the 8 th standard. Honey was on no mission to reform me. And I was so grateful for that! She is my diva. Sumeet , the alleged boyfriend of mine, was so much more than that! And I can’t begin to describe how he always rode shotgun in the scariest of times. The next person on my list started off as a brat but it wasn’t long before everyone was convinced he was a brat alright but with a big heart. I would describe P.K as one of the few genuine persons. Pawar is Mr.Practical. He always seems to know what would work and what wouldn’t. Madhavi is more than a friend. She is family. We have had the longest conversations about everything we kne

Now does this happen with you? You are busy, have hardly any time to breathe and have a million things on your mind! But then suddenly out of nowhere you think of all the things you could do, had you just a breather. I for one seem to shine with creativity, come up with a million topics to write, new recipes to cook, oh! And that cupboard of mine that needs to be cleaned! Sigh if only I had the time. Finally Chronos smiles upon me giving me a weekend or sometimes even more. But then I can’t seem to recollect and I wonder. What was it that I had to write about? What did I have to try with cooking? And what about my cupboard?  Also it’s about having the accessories to work with. Like a MacBook pro wouldn’t hurt you know. If anything it’ll be such a motivation to write! Then the devil that my mind is begins to grumble and this is how I manifest it ‘I have nothing to do. I am bored’. And when I am bored what do i feel like doing? Nothing and what is the only thing I wish I had? Shock