tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280302572024-03-07T12:18:24.583+05:30hAAthijust another lost soul, in another fish bowl.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.comBlogger803125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-1382805851890939052011-05-29T10:08:00.002+05:302011-05-29T10:08:58.925+05:30same old hAAthi times, brand new locationSo, 5 long years, 802 posts and 2414 comments later, Iv finally decided to make a move. The life and times of hAAthi can now be found at <a href="http://haathitime.com">http://haathitime.com</a><br />
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We are now rolling.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-74376774926646876092011-05-28T16:10:00.002+05:302011-05-29T09:41:48.350+05:30body-needsIts been a long dry spell. Iv forgotten how good it feels. I havent done it in so long, I really couldnt help it today. I just havent found the time, but today I just couldnt resist. Iv been awfully stressed and tired off late and today I just gave it. Let my body just unwind and let go. And boy do I feel good now. All stretched out and relaxed.<br />
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Its amazing what an afternoon nap can do to make you feel alive again.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-25729452193733659272011-05-28T09:13:00.001+05:302011-05-28T09:17:07.763+05:30Its Saturday...After what feels like an eternity, its the weekend again. And Im overjoyed that Im home, I woke up at my own will, and I have nothing to do. Well nothing imperative anyway. Work can be done, when I please. But I shall leave it to just that -- when I please.<br />
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On the list for this weekend is some much-needed organising of my second bedroom, which for the last year has been a store room/dumping spot for all things that dont have a dedicated place. And then I plan to complete the canvas I started last weekend and couldnt complete because of a power cut. And then mmaybe just for fun, I shall start another canvas. Or do another watercolor. Or maybe, just for fun, BOTH! And also, a huge stash of books arrived from flipkart (thanks to <a href="http://beingtongueincheeky.blogspot.com/">Karishma's</a> awesome gift voucher birthday gift! thank you!) so Im going to spend the weekend sinking into that. There will of course be some cooking, because frankly Iv been so uninspired this past week. What can you do when youre getting over your sisters leaving town, and youre swamped with work, and never seem to get home before the sun sets.<br />
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Also, there is this incredibly uncontrollable urge to bake today. Which of course will be controlled by the sheer fact that I have no oven here :S hah! But what I do plan to give myself this week is an Idli stand! So we can have rava idlis for breakfast tomorrow, straight out of the brand new 5.5 lt pressure cooker, that I waited a whole year to get! <br />
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In the meantime, here's shenanigans from Niyu's last weekend here:<br />
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<i>And then the board-games began! Uno, pictionary, whisky and wine.</i><br />
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<i>And the next day, as cloudy skies gathered above us, we roamed around Panjim and Old Goa, shooting random examples of beautiful Goanness on a Sunday afternoon.</i><br />
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How do you come to terms with the fact that you just might be pushing yourself in the wrong direction, into doing something you know you dont have a passion for?<br />
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How do you undo what your life has turned into in just one week? A royal mess of efforts directed in futile activities?<br />
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How do you feel good about yourself again? About who you are, what youre good at, what youre meant to do? How do you believe in yourself again, in your abilities and your passion? How do you make life meaningful again, when all you've done for one long tiring week long is aimlessly force yourself to do something you hate, and fail at it, multiple times over?<br />
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I'll tell you how.<br />
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You get family together. You go out to the beach. You decompress. You watch the waves coming in and going out. You remind yourself why you are in Goa. You thank the stars for everything they've brought your way. You remind yourself that this is <i>just a job</i>. And then you tell yourself that you will give it your all, try with all your might and what will be, will be. And that the rest of your life isnt going to be ruined by the misplaced messes that happen at work. You remind yourself that life really is about happy times that happen in between the things you need to do to survive. Life is what happens when Im painting. When Im cooking. When Im sharing a laugh with VC. When we're sitting in the balcony, talking about the day gone by and sharing the most inane details with enthusiasm. Life is what happens when Im too busy enjoying the moment to really care whats going to happen next.<br />
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That's what I did to overcome and undo one of the worst weeks of my life here in Goa. A week that was altogether unsuccessful, depressing and so forgettable. I hate weeks that leave me with nothing meaningful to mark my life with. Last week was like that. It was like painfully trying my hand at doing something I know I cant. And failing. Like trying to ram through a steel wall, that wont come down. It cant be done. Much like me, writing copy. It just cant be done. And i feel the more I push myself into it, the harder it gets. The more frustrating it gets. And thats what brings unhappiness.<br />
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I feel like Iv solved the biggest mystery of the week. And I just needed to let go a little.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-64223029108204625542011-05-11T17:39:00.000+05:302011-05-11T17:39:42.247+05:30what.happens.when.youre.overworked.and.brainfriedThe kind of day that makes you want to tear your hair out. For real.<br />
The kind of day that makes you wonder why youre doing the things you are.<br />
The kind of day that makes you irritable and edgy.<br />
The kind of day that makes you feel incapable and inadequate.<br />
The kind of day that resonates negativity.<br />
The kind of day that out to be spent on a beach. Cocktail in hand.<br />
The kind of day that shouldnt be spent looking at a computer screen pointlessly.<br />
The kind of day that leaves no hope.<br />
The kind of day that feels like a wall.<br />
The kind of day that never wants to end.<br />
The kind of day that must end on a high. Because everyone needs a silver lining.<br />
The kind of day that I hate.<br />
The kind of day that really should be over. Thankyouverymuch.<br />
That kind of day.<br />
Today.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-73928828843175986332011-05-09T09:11:00.001+05:302011-05-10T08:15:51.724+05:30Im seriously allergic to..Hypocrites. There's nothing worse than having to endure people with double standards, baseless generalisations and pretentious behaviour. Unfortunately, I meet more of them than Id like to on an everyday business.<br />
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Sometimes, I get fooled and caught in the trap too. Going out of my way to be nice, when really nobody cares. I found myself giving the husband a big lecture on being kind regardless of how people behave towards you, because if we were to stoop as low, how are we any different? But today, I find myself so pissed off for being nice. Because sometimes being nice bites you back. <br />
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What is it with insensitive people these days? How come its the "adults" that are sometimes the most childish?<br />
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Here's to keeping a safe and sensible distance and sieving the negativity out of my immediate atmosphere.<br />
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Amen!Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-36546840276025056892011-05-08T11:52:00.000+05:302011-05-08T11:52:33.768+05:30What last weekend didnt have that this weekend has1) Niyu's back!<br />
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2) And with her arrival came a real reason to go back to the beach again. VC and I have gotten so caught up in life, that I realise that merely driving my the sea everyday on our way to work is refreshing enough. Unlike 1 year ago, when we'd drive out 20kms every weekend and spend half a day or more at the beach, swimming, drinking, reading, photographing. Going to the beach these days is reserved for those special times when we have people visiting, and Im glad we finally had reason to go. I managed to catch a swim in the sea and it was divine.<br />
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3) A lack of painting. I didnt get the time to get down and paint, even though I went to the beach all prepared to do so. The sea green waters were far more tempting, and once I was in the water, the cool waves that lapped over me, swaying me around was just too relaxing for me to get out and go paint. So i traded painting for some water therapy. Happily, so!<br />
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4) The return of the board games! Something about summer nights, and Niyu being here brings out the board game competitors in us. So we played a few rounds of Pictionary and Uno last night, with some friends who came over. Needless to say of course, the combination of varied drawing skills and our trusted friend Mr Jim Beam, ensured that we had an entertaining evening.<br />
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5) Lots of cooking! I dont feel too bad about not painting at all, because this weekend seems to be filled with cooking. I made an entire lunch yesterday, and we cooked up some herbed sausages later at night. Today, we're embarking on yet another BBQ endeavour and Im all set to get with the flow of marinating all the chicken and fish Niyu and VC are out buying right now.<br />
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I think I need 5-day weekends, and a 2-day work week. My life would be so much more meaningful :)Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-74490200083267797332011-05-04T08:07:00.001+05:302011-05-05T07:51:21.351+05:30simply breakfastI stumbled on <a href="http://simplybreakfast.blogspot.com/">this blog</a> sometime last year, around the time I was cultivating this unnatural obsession for all things related to food. Food blogs featured HIGH on that list. I was quick to "follow" it and have always wanted to try photographing my breakfast. Except nothing I ever eat for breakfast looks half as gorgeous as even the simplest things she eats.<br />
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Until today!<br />
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Yup, these are the first mangoes I have tasted this season. Fresh, bright and colourful, I hope this gorgeous start to the day has some effect on the rest of the maddening day thats about to pan out.<br />
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In other news the birthday was celebrated rather uniquely this past weekend. It amazes me how ever progressive year I end up torn between wanting to "do something" and "behave my age and not celebrate", and I always end up doing something that really surprises me. More on that soon.<br />
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The sister aka The Goof is scheduled to arrive sometime this weekend. And then begins another few weeks of complete magical mischief. I cant wait! It has been far too long. There will be cooking, there will be laughter till we pee, there will be photographs, there will be painting, there will be beer, there will be some BBQed prawns and there will be fun. Lots of it.<br />
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So while most of my life continues to be a landslide that I am constantly fighting against, I shall think about the yummy mangoes and the look forward to things to come. Because its good. Its ALL good :)Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-24710439123113737372011-05-03T17:36:00.000+05:302011-05-03T17:36:14.721+05:30new lovePerhaps its a sign of things to come, that I spent my birthday doing this:<br />
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Also, I hate feeling used.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-50374063547786997742011-04-25T10:58:00.001+05:302011-04-25T10:58:38.472+05:30The blues after a rainbow-y weekendToday is the perfect example for a wet-blanket start to the week. After a gorgeous weekend, I came into work all guns blazing to get started on some long pending stuff. I thought today would FINALLY be the day I would get cracking on it and churn it out quickly and painlessly. But no. I don't quite know why, but the stress in the atmosphere/room is palpable. And my enthusiasm went from 100 down to 10 in just half an hour. Im uninspired, suddenly bleah and very bored. For no apparent reason. I don't know what triggered it off suddenly.<br />
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I have to learn not to let my surroundings get to me so much. I will probably never have the 100% most productive work environment. People will be noisy, there will be chit-chat, it cant be helped in an office. Why then, am I so easily distracted? Why is it so easy for me to lose the plot and drop all everything I have so painfully gathered and put together?<br />
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And its ONLY Monday.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-48635607190080407532011-04-24T18:42:00.001+05:302011-04-24T18:49:31.627+05:30For my darling AmmaMy sweetest most amazing Amma turned 50 today. Except in my eyes she isnt a day older than 30. Like I told her today, 50 is the new 30, and I cant think of anyone who lives by that (quite unintentionally) more than Amma does.<br />
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I honestly believe Amma is as young as she was at 30. I cant believe shes 50 already. Mostly because not too much of her (except those gorgeous silver streaks in her hair!) has aged. And the bits that have, have aged so gracefully, I hope I have an iota of her charm and grace and finesse when I turn 50. Shes calm, collected, grounded and so all-there.<br />
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Shes resilient, strong, inspiring and shes my rock. I may not have told her many times before, but she is the 50% of the reason why I am who I am today. Why I am where I am today. And she will always be a part of everything I choose to do or be. She and Anna are my whole world and nothing will ever change that.<br />
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So while genetically I have a lot of her in me, in my flesh and bones and blood, I hope I have imbibed at least a tiny percentage of the person she is today. The brilliance with which she wears so many different hats: mother, wife, friend, confidant, teacher, student, musician, performer, academician, doctor, counsellor, my own personal home-google. She does it all. And with such ease :)<br />
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I wanted to be there. In a way to give thanks for everything she has done, for who she is, and to celebrate 50 awesome years. But I couldnt go :( So how does one give thanks long distance? Pouring my heart out on this blog, through words that might be jumbled right now because of the emotional overload, is the only way I know.<br />
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Someday, when I look back on this day, I will remember how I ached to be in Bangalore, but decided to celebrate the brilliance of my Amma all the way here in Panjim, with some chocolate fudge :)<br />
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I love you Amma. And here's to 50 wonderfully inspiring years ahead!<br />
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From painting on the beach<br />
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Not to forget the dessert I made<br />
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And more blogging, followed by a nice long brainstorm with VC.<br />
And then MORE indulgence and blogging with the chocolate fudge<br />
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This is the kind of weekend that makes everything worth it again. Its the kind of life I live for. Its the kind of weekend that enriches and rejuvenates me.<br />
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*all my culinary adventures from the weekend are on <a href="http://hungryandexcited.blogspot.com">the food blog</a>Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-50203713081898590962011-04-24T08:57:00.004+05:302011-04-24T08:58:31.554+05:302 days, 2 movies<b>Dum maaro dum:<i></i></b><br />
When will hindi movie makers learn the concept of "proportion" (of drama to length of movie), when will they learn taste and style? What could have been an entertaining, high tension, even if BADLY written movie, turned out to be an extra elongated, stretched beyond belief, badly written movie. Felt a bit like a BAD hindi movie inspired by The Departed. The verdict: totally missable<br />
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Rio:<i></i></b><br />
Made me want to go to RIO! Nuff said. The verdict: Must watchRevati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-12164539450899740742011-04-23T20:30:00.000+05:302011-04-23T20:30:51.608+05:30and another<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKXLHaIH98JnxGjx7goAzA7rvX_sji_wnTleC4uNJ_ymFXHiAounCXJapcFX45pDPrA3AtLDl6d78Qe76FLqCYyGoN0SnoSYt1i8KzcnFLTkE8iqQYO6V5FigZ3o1l3MKWxNdvw/s1600/23042011865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKXLHaIH98JnxGjx7goAzA7rvX_sji_wnTleC4uNJ_ymFXHiAounCXJapcFX45pDPrA3AtLDl6d78Qe76FLqCYyGoN0SnoSYt1i8KzcnFLTkE8iqQYO6V5FigZ3o1l3MKWxNdvw/s400/23042011865.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Today, sitting on the beach at 8 am, painting away, I had an emotional moment with myself. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed about where I was. The reality of it hit me all over again. In Goa. Living 5 minutes from such beauty. Such peace. And the ability to take off and do things that I havent in years.<br />
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Thank you, universe.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-64554998980924910312011-04-23T12:37:00.000+05:302011-04-23T12:37:13.890+05:30finding lost thingsTheres been a strong urge to go back to watercolor painting. Iv never "learnt" it, just always experimented my way around and discovered new things quite by accident. I dont have technique and I dont have style. I just know colour. And I know water. And off we go.<br />
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This has been a long time coming. So this morning Udaya, VC and I went to the Cidade beach. And though my perspective is totally off as is my sense of colour and texture, Im happy with the start to the weekend :)<br />
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Today, Im swept over by emotion and nostalgia again. As the day nears, I cant help but feel a sense of extreme nostalgia about the same time last year. And I cant help but recollect what a blast it was stepping into the 27th year on a beach.<br />
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It also didnt help that FB decided to throw up the Goa 2010 album when I logged in today. So here I am, letting my emotions overflow here:<br />
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The downside (isnt there always a downside?) is that invariably we finish at 9pm (sometimes 10!), which leaves me oh-soooo-pooped by the time I get home that fixing dinner is easily substituted with a quick meal at Soft Rock before we head home and crash. As a result last week featured four Soft Rock dinner. And almost all featured chicken fried rice and chicken in black bean sauce. Its like Iv found the perfect Rice Bowl equivalent of my life in Bangalore. I <3 Soft Rock. Its my Goan Rice Bowl and chicken in black bean sauce is the new schezuan chicken. So heart warming, so homely.
So come weekend, and I realised how much I have missed my kitchen this week. My repeated efforts to cook regularly have failed miserably. The biggest challenge is that with just about 16-17 waking hours on hand, its a tad difficult to squeeze in everything I want to do on any given day. So I can either have a good round of exercise followed by a good nights sleep, or I can have home cooked dinner and a good nights sleep. I cant have both. Tragedy of my life. But I have decided to just accept it. Im no superman. Trying to be super efficient gives me sleepless nights.
Anyhoo, to give myself some good kitchen time, I decided to skip going out for the various possibilities of dinner last night, and stay in and make my version of <a href="http://hungryandexcited.blogspot.com/2011/04/meaty-pasta.html">Meaty Pasta</a>. Inspired by <a href="http://foodandpaints.blogspot.com/2011/03/cheesy-pasta-and-meat-lucky-game-meal.html">Sandhya</a> and some pasta tricks Iv seen on Smitten Kitchen, I decided something needed to be done.<br />
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It also helped that we had a bottle of this to be opened:<br />
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And this is how excited VC was:<br />
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Neither of us is on-the-rocks-brave so he had his with water and ice, and I had mine with Pepsi.<br />
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And diner turned out to be this:<br />
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Half way through dinner, I stopped to tell VC how much I love cooking. I really do. When I cook, I feel like myself. Its me time. Its my thinking time. It gives me joy to labour over chopping things, putting them together, not following a recipe pat, throwing things in as I go along, and seeing what happens. When the result is spectacular (as it was last night), its like affirmation for that love for cooking. And I had that epiphany yesterday, as I was chowing down my pasta. I paused for a moment, soaked in in and thought to myself: its wonderful what having your own home and your own kitchen can do for you. And I highly recommend it :)Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-22342177454457258852011-04-16T14:30:00.002+05:302011-04-16T16:46:55.125+05:30summer is SO hereDespite last weeks surprise showers and thunder and lightning and crazy-assed winds, we're back to suffering the sweltering heat.<br />
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Today for the first time in a long time, I felt oppressively hot. Like I couldnt breathe and I wanted to roam around everywhere in my skivvies. I guess its a good thing Im safely ensconced within the air-conditioned room in the office from Monday to Friday, so I escape this maddening furnace thats billowing outside. Because frankly, roaming around everywhere in my skivvies? I dont think the world is ready for that sight yet.<br />
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I couldnt bear to hang outside. Doing my weekly grocery/vegetable shopping was making me breathless and uncomfortable. Now Im safely back home, under the fan, enjoying my natural mango icecream in peace. Thank god for small mercies.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-81323727345576885162011-04-13T19:19:00.001+05:302011-04-13T19:19:48.292+05:30Murphy's Law 101You return home, alone, everyday.<br />
You dont mind it too much.<br />
Because you think of the days when you dont have to return home alone.<br />
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But on the one day you wish you had help to lug the bags of groceries up 4 flights of stairs, you can be assured you will have NONE.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-63550432067064532102011-04-10T10:34:00.003+05:302011-04-10T11:03:57.822+05:30breakfastToast 2 slices of bread. Golden. Crispy. Just right.<br />
Slather peanut butter on one.<br />
Slather jam on the other.<br />
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Look at it longingly as the peanut butter melts slightly and your salivary glands begin to work overtime.<br />
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Put them together to the peanut butter hugs the jam. Tight. (Sula, this was for you :))<br />
Bite.<br />
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Enjoy the crunch of the toast with the gooey creaminess within it.<br />
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That's what I call Sunday morning happiness.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-67960796370729659712011-04-09T10:19:00.000+05:302011-04-09T10:19:20.870+05:30aligned and in tuneAfter what feels like an eternity, I have a weekend all to myself. In town, no plans, no complications, no pending duties, no things left to be finished. I cant remember the last time VC and I have spent a whole day together, alone, just us, by ourselves. Complicated sentence that, but I cant begin to explain the enormity of how absurd that is because we live in the same home, go to the same office, and generally dont have widely varying schedules. Absurd no? That’s life these days, and that’s part of all the unsettledness Iv been talking about. Its been a weird few weeks. But the good thing is it seems like we’re getting back on track.<br />
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All the extra socializing has left us craving some alone time, empty time, meaningful time doing things we can do by ourselves. Time for me. For him. For us. So we spent yesterday evening, sitting quietly, reading, while I waltzed in and out of the kitchen checking on my cholle-wish-a-twist. The home put back in order, aromas of cholle wafting through the air, Damien rice playing softly, the warm yellow glow of the reading lamp, safe in each others company, out togetherness, suddenly it hit me. This is what makes our home, <i>home</i>. It’s the feeling of being okay to be by ourselves. No plans, yet perfectly comfortable. No conversation, yet completely in sync. At peace.<br />
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And that’s the feeling Iv been craving. Amidst the madding days and madding crowds, we’ve been trying to etch out time for ourselves, and failing miserably. Life gets crazy, it does for everyone. But we all need those few pockets of time, where we can slip back into normal mode, and be the people we are. At home, in tune and in sync.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-19403635302660165902011-04-09T09:04:00.001+05:302011-04-09T09:10:52.466+05:30Why should we believe in Anna Hazare?Had I been in Delhi or in Bangalore, I would have been at the protest march in support of Anna Hazare. For so long now, Iv believed that what our country really needs is a revolution. A coming together of people, and standing up for what is right. FOr years Iv wondered how we have become so passive as a nation, getting excited in masses and hoardes only over cricket.<br />
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While I was over the moon last week, at around the same time, over India's winning the World Cup, a part of me wondered why the nation only comes together, truly unites, over a game. A game that has way too much money pumped into it. A game that does nothing for our country, than glorify a few men who already have more fame, glory and money than they need. Nevertheless, I was exhilarated. I celebrated. Had I a flag and a big procession following me, I would have been out on the streets too.<br />
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Yesterday, with all the Anna Hazare news that was beamed out everywhere, across status messages, cause links, the news online, the newspapers...I really began to wonder what Anna Hazare must feel like. Physically feeble, mentally very strong, fasting away in some corner of the country at the age of 73, not necessarily knowing how many people are "with him", as expressed online. By that I mean, we're with him in spirit. It took an old and feeble Anna Hazare to take the first step and bring us together, and then we followed. In spirit. Not in true action of course. Yet, Im over the moon that the government has sat up and listened. They have been forced to bow down to people's power. The way its meant to be in a democratic country like ours. I only wish we can keep it going.<br />
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Its good to know that we can stand up together as a nation, in matetrs other than just cricket. Of course thats just my view, tinged with pessimism. In my heart, Im happy. Im excited about the change. Here's someone who's put it way better than anyone I know has:<br />
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<b>Why should I believe in Anna Hazare and the lokpal bill!<i></i></b> <br />
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To all the pessimists.<br />
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From the India that was to the India that is - 64 years have gone past! What have we earned for ourselves? How have we changed? Does it make sense to brood over the past and comment in the present. I sincerely feel that we have no right to, or no need to. Start afresh. Now!<br />
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Realise that corruption did not set in one fine morning. Neither can it be weeded away one fine evening. The roots are deep. The ramifications deeper. The reasons many. The means multiple. We are today in an era, where corruption is just another sibling, but whom we wouldn’t want to acknowledge. We live with it. We are comfortable. We are guilty and we know it. I have bribed traffic policemen. I have bribed Govt. servants. Not because I wanted to, but because they wanted me to. Not again. I have changed. If you haven’t, begin. Now!<br />
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The question you need to ask is, do you deserve this? You do if you don’t believe in that one man. You do if you don’t act against corruption. You do if you don’t react against the corrupt. Now!<br />
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I consider myself to have matured overtime. I witnessed change. A change in phase. A change in outlook. A change in space. A change in time. 1999- I completed schooling without the internet. 2003 - I completed college without a mobile. A decade. The cocoon broke. I saw it metamorphise to a new world. A world of possiblities. A world of courage. How does it make a difference? It does - For the generation to come. The future of a new India. You have the moment with you. The onus. The responsiblity. Before the generation imbibes the wrong, set things right. Mould it. Now!<br />
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Don’t you believe that the end to corruption should start somewhere? Fight it for your mom who had to live with it. Scar it for your dad who could never attack it. Battle it for your younger brother before he thinks it is part of life. Frighten it for your little daughter who might bribe to escape a wrong. Kill it for the baby whose eyes kissed the first ray of light now. It’s a clarion call. Wake up. Now!<br />
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Be the silence, but don’t lose heart. Be the calm, but raise a storm within. Be the spark, but contain the flame. Be the hope, but symbolise the victor. A rupee less in bribe is your victory. Your parents’ victory. A country’s victory. Heroes and villains exist, but the ultimate victory is yours. Rattle the corrupt. May the tremors shake his cozy ground. Now!<br />
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The wounds might heal. Remember - The scars remain. Give it time. 2031. Twenty years. Not an exaggeration. The 40 year old officer would retire corrupt. Never mind! The 35 year old has the opportunity. The 30 year old has the belief. The 25 year old has the expectation. The 15 year old has the future. The 10 year old has trust. The 5 year old has potential. The unborn has hope. Remember - the change is you. Be the optimist. NOW!<br />
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(Dedicated to the youth of this country and all those who held my hand and walked me through the path of righteousness)<br />
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- Rejil<br />
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<i>Rejil is a colleague and a good friend in Goa.</i>Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28030257.post-90386522632446689052011-04-08T09:28:00.001+05:302011-04-08T13:41:21.849+05:30time off to empty my plateMy work-plate is a bit like a mish-mash these days, a khow suey of sorts. The problem is while khow suey is tasty by itself, I cant have too much of it. Not for days on end, meal after meal. At the moment, Im trying desperately to chow down stale khow suey to make room for new fresh tasty food that’s standing by, waiting for me to take a pick. But I cant refill my plate unless I empty it. Finish what’s on it first, like my momma told me to. <br />
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But the plate never empties itself. Because when Im making steady progress, someone quickly refills it without really checking with me if I want seconds. Leaving me with no room, no appetite and no reason to take on new things that I want to taste. <br />
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I firmly know now that the single biggest problem I face at work is the lack of the ability to say NO. I just don’t have it in me. Between being shy, timid and having a wrong sense of being obligated, I give in to being an absolute push over. And that makes it easy for people to disregard my plate that’s clearly overflowing with stale food.<br />
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The saga of crazy busy work days continues. Its not so much that there is a lot to do, there’s just not enough time to do it. Things pile on, deadlines get made, they draw near and some just fly past without my realizing it.<br />
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Anyhow, so thats the background. And to clear my very overloaded plate, I decided to take the morning off to work from home. So I can stay away from the banter, the constant chitter chatter, the incessant two0minute interruptions, the uneasy tension thats just a reminder of how much you have yet to complete. Away from it all. Even if just for a few hours. With the goal to finish off a few things that have been travelling through my schedule for days on end.<br />
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Working from home is a boon. I wish we could do more of it :)<br />
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This whole plate-being-excessively-full and making me feel a tad dissatisfied reminded me of an old zen saying: How can I show you zen, unless you first empty you cup. (Or in this case plate.) Things are clearly far from being "Zen", or optimal. But I guess the only way to make that happen for myself is to empy my plate first.<br />
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And today is a first step in that direction.Revati Upadhyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935010405521401337noreply@blogger.com0