TORTOISE NAPPING

The slow beginnings are the best beginnings. They last a long time. --- Having qualified the lack of content on the page with a defensive opening...I can now begin dealing with things beyond the guilt of keeping my pages empty and head full. 

I try to write. I hope to to write well. Writing that will entertain and take me (and others) beyond the realm of existing experience. Accomplishing what I hope for, is proving to be tricky. So I wallow in other experiences and thoughts. And record none of it barring the household expense/order pages. Sometimes I even pen a things-to-do list.

So here I am, a virtual tortoise on a sandy shore. Crawling ..nah sleeping in the sun;snug in my shell. I should look for water or attempt the 'slow and steady' gait. I do neither. not too long ago, I wrote everyday to earn my salary and to keep my writing skills sharp. Now, I just sleep.
Well, probably the slow and sleepy beginnings are the best ones..

...because Tomorrow Never Dies...

Here. here... the tomorrow of March 2010 is here now! Congratulate me... my blog is still an annual event. Meanwhile, I have survived and thrived through a hairline fracture, two (family) weddings, several home guest visits, several domestic help changeovers... etc. a normal year in life of a newly-incarnated home-maker. (This incarnation of mine will turn three in another fortnight.. still feels new.. uncomfortably so.)

So hoping for a few better tomorrows .... whenever they will be...

For longer innings

This blog has become an annual event. A show where every season has just one episode. My life is changing seasons before I can record the episodes. This might change now. Forced two-months of limited mobility(fracture) might just do the trick. Well, welcome to season three- episode one. ......

Check the space for more tomorrow.

By the power of a press card.....

Driving the same everywhere, as long as you are in India. Blow horn, push limits. Show fists. Cut from the wrong side. Pay the traffic police. All this done and you would be right at home. Comfortable with the potholes and surprise diversions. The first 'long drive' in Ahmedabad went the predictable way. Fun hunting for some edible lunch on the highways around town. The Gujarati dhabas were doing an afternoon siesta and most refused hospitality. Finally, Sush had to almost wave her media card under the nose of the manager of one 'Narayani Farms' to get them to do their job e.g. offer us dosas as well as puri bhaji for late lunch. Swamijee was kind enough to form a protective cordon for my poor Maharashtra-numbered Fiat Palio. Unlike the pilot drive where policemen 'taxed' the car at every turn of the Amdavadi bazaars, this time, the ride was smooth. It helped to have four 'media' passengers and of course assurances of the media strong-man who accompanied us in his vehicle. Such is the power of the press card ...You don't need to flash it....it just infuses you with the confidence to ......do it right...;-)

Recession gloat: day of the dog

Stocks crash, world changes. Predictions of doom and long winding lines of misery become the norm. Retail suffers and management school placement offers drop one zero from their salary offers.
Others -- the uglies-- of the world celeberate. Those who tired but could not make the mark are happy at the misery of those who had just about started making the mark-- the angels, the beautiful ones-- the ones who are faced the recessionary cuts (the trainees at Lehman Brothers, the starters at Citibank).
Recession is the biggest leveller, they say. And the uglies gloat.
"We could not buy into the good life like and now 'you' the 'blessed ones' know what it is to yearn for it," says the guy who tried to crackt he cat four times.
So the dogs are having their day
And the angels .. well have they fallen or not? I guess we have to wait and watch.