Friday, January 20, 2012

You know you're a mother when..


Today was a friend's daughters first sports day at school and she was so happy and excited, and we both felt that motherhood indeed is the best thing ever.
That made me start thinking and so I decided that since I had written on Motherhood earlier thought I'd blog on You know you're a mother when...

1. In your handbag instead of make-up your carrying a packet of Pampers, baby powder and wipes

2. You're more worried about your kids breakfast, lunch and dinner than your own and you forget about eating breakfast completely.

3. Your BlackBerry, I phone or I pod is filled with your kids nursery rhymes and his favourite songs and in time they become your favourite too. Also instead of watching movies or soaps, you spend most of your time watching nursery rhyme DVDs or CDs.

4. You get more excited going to a toy store than a jeweller.

5. Your more interested in shopping for your kids clothes or shoes than your own.

6. Your more interested in your kids finger and toe nails and forget to take care of your own.

7. Your taking a shower or sitting in the loo is the only me time you get.

8. You love a coupe but you end up buying a family sedan.

9. Your sleep depends on the sleep of your toddler.

10. You wake up every time you hear your kid cough or sneeze or whine.

11. You're more excited about your kids sports day or other school days than your kid.

12. You start doing research on schools for your kid even before they have started to walk.

13. You clean your baby's backside like you've been doing it all your life and your nose is accustomed to all the aromas of his or her excretion.

14. You sleep on one side of your body the entire night as your kid sticks to you even though he has his own bed, though it seems his bed is bought for his toys.

15. You are least bothered about drool or baby food on you as you realise there are more important things to worry about.

16. You may be at work but at times your mind is on how your kid is doing with his nanny at home.

17. Your heart aches when you've to leave for work every morning as you have to leave a sleeping baby.

I can go on and on ....but this is the immediate ones I could think off...I'm sure many mothers would kinda agree on the above. You can add to my list!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Fools we are!


Sometimes we all act like fools ,
Hurting someone wrongly, it surely ain't cool.
More often than not we misunderstand or misconstrue
Wondering if a person thinks badly of me or you.
Many times we are selfish...thinking only of ourselves,
It would really make the world a better place if we could think of others as well.
Why do we want to make the lives of others a living hell!

We must kick our egos a happy good bye,
Life is too short to wear on our sleeves attitude and pride.
So if you have a problem try changing yourself,
Don't go trying to change the world or anyone else.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Three years of marital bliss and counting.......


18 January 2009, three years or 1095 days ago,
Married my office sweetheart and promised to be his wife forever and ever more.
And what a wonderful journey it has been,
Together treading the path of marriage, the unheard and unseen...
A wonderful life partner Nigel turned out to be,
For accepting me just the way I am, the good, the bad and the ugly.
Though I wonder why did I have to go through 24 maniacal marriage proposals and dates..
But I believe in destiny and Nigel was indeed worth the wait.

He is not Mr. Perfect and that's what I love,
As I didn't want a Jesus Christ straight from heaven above.
I always wanted someone kind, understanding, with great humour and wit
Someone with whom I could just be myself and be comfortable with.

He is my soul mate, my best friend, my lover, my confidante,
Without him I won't exist, I know I can't
He is made me what I am today,
A better human being, a wife, a mother...what more can I say.

He has been true to me in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health,
Just being with him for me is the happiest and greatest wealth.

He knows that I love him, but on this blog I won't say I do,
Because that's between me and him, and not between me and you.

So Happy Anniversary Nigel, your name means dark night,
But for me you are my hero ....my shining armoured handsome knight.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Do Actions speak louder than words...



An ancient proverb says: "Actions speak louder than words". Good words ought to be coupled with good deeds.
But I believe actions and words have to be given equal importance when it comes to a child.
Why do I say so?
I have a live example right in front of me my 22 month old toddler.
He imitates or copies nearly everything I do, be it household chores like mopping or vacuuming or laundry. He tries to do it all.
I'm sure most of our toddlers nowadays know how to use a blackberry or any phone as they watch us and in time ape us in our phone mannerisms.
This is just a very small example on actions. There are a lot more things that Mikhail tries to do, which amazes me as he is just a baby.
When it comes to words, we need to be extremely careful what we say in front of our kids.
I have this bad habit of saying ' oh shit', but now stopped using it as Mikhail has started picking up words and I don't want him to go around saying 'oh shit'.
So I say ' oh no' instead and he does the same.
Also some months back, the priest in church said "Peace be with you" and now whenever we go to church Mikhail keeps on saying "Peace". His favourite words are 'Happy' and 'Peace'. Luckily he has picked up the right words.
But here I'm talking about a toddler, but what about us adults.
Take our politicians, they promise the moon, but when it comes to implementing the promises, they are hiding underground.
Sometimes we too make promises, but like sand flowing through our hand, fail to keep them.
Or is it because circumstances make us fail to convert our words into actions, do we bite off more than we can chew!
And then there's a proverb ' a slap is easier forgotten than an insult' which contradicts the action speaks louder than words statement.
Or best.... keep silent, as silence is golden.

But I really don't know, I'm not Sister Charmaine or Baba Charmdev...
I just know that I'm trying to walk the talk, because if I preach honesty and love and being polite etc etc to my son or give gyaan to people in general..I need to practise it myself.
More so when it comes down to my son, I would like him to be a better human being than I am, I'm sure all mothers want that, we all want our kids to be G.ones not Ra-ones, don't we!

Potholes and traffic jams- Mumbaikars woes



In October 2011, when I visited Mumbai,
I was shocked to see,
Potholes on every road and nearly every street.
I thought Mumbai disintegrated into bits and pieces only during the rains,
But it now seems to be monthly affair to add to our pain.
Potholes is a ritual we face year after year,
Why make a trip to the moon,
when we can see craters here.

And now when I drive down the roads of Dubai,
I wonder whether we could dream of such smooth, bump free roads in Amchi Mumbai.
An ex-chief minister thought he could make Mumbai a superior city like Shanghai you see,
But I guess he was suffering from bouts of insanity.
With bumper to bumper traffic and endless jams,
I sometimes feel sorry for our hapless poorly paid police man,
Standing for hours on end around corners and bends,
But to no avail his job of manoeuvring Mumbai traffic doesn't seem to end.

From Bandra to Fort,it takes more than two and a half hours,
Sometimes I feel most of our life is spent in entertaining ourselves in taxis, buses or cars.
Where the same distance or more in Dubai is travelled in 20 minutes or less,
Why is the traffic situation in Mumbai always a mess!
I'm sorry, I sound like a snooty NRI,
But I really wished my Mumbai could be a well run Dubai.
Mumbai is my first love and birthplace as you all know,
But it no longer is the Mumbai in which I grew up before.
With the potholes, traffic jams and garbage or rubbish thrown sometimes from Mercedes and BMW cars,
I feel saddened to say for Mumbai to become a Shanghai or Dubai,
The dream seems unattainable and far.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Senti ' mental' Me




I've often been told use your head not your heart, don't be sentimental
Be careful, use your mind and be practical
But if I did use my mind that wouldn't be me,
It would drive me crazy and give me bouts of insanity!
Yes it's necessary to listen to your mind but also follow your heart,
You can't always suppress what you feel like a constipated fart.
Sometimes you need to take some risks,
If you want to live life to the best and the fullest.

I think with my heart more than my mind
But hasn't God given a heart to all of mankind!
Yes, I've been loved,hurt and pushed over too,
But that doesn't stop me from using my heart and putting it to good use.
Sometimes the hardest decisions are made with the heart,
They may draw us closer or may tear us apart.
The death of a loved one, a path sometimes shows,
Where relationships and love are valued much more than before.
Maybe there's a child still inside me,So call me senti 'mental' or crazy,
But I'm going to use my heart to the maximum till eternity.

Holidays and Vacations


I want to go on a holiday or vacation,
though many people think I am on a permenant one in Dubai...living in a different nation.
But I need a break from my daily chores and housework,
maybe a nice long holiday could be the husband's anniversary or birthday perk.

A holiday in France would be romantic and lovely ,
A country filled with beauty, history and greenery.
But France is not just about the Eiffel Tower in Paris,
it's also about the Louvre, Notre Dame, Versailles and the Champs-Elysees.
The slopes of Champagne, Bordeaux vineyards and chateaus...
Gastronomy at it's best with goose, duck and delectable French Gateaux.

Then from France we could take a trip to Geneva,
situated between the mountains of Alps and Jura
Visit the ILO and WTO or UNHCR,
and watchmakers like Rolex, Omega, Baume et Mercier and Chopard.
Cycle round the beautiful country side
and inhale the freshest of air,
taking in all the sights and sounds whilst enjoying this heavenly ride.

I think I've started dreaming of Geneva and France,
so I better plan now..to make it a reality than leave it to chance.
Got to start making airline and hotel reservations...
if i want to go on a well deserved Holiday and Vacation.
Hopefully if I start in January, I can do so in May,
till then I'll blog about it and dream away.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Spare the rod and spoil the child


Spare the rod and spoil the child,
so do we spank them when they act wild.
I know it's written in the bible too,
But for today's kids does this hold true!

If they misbehave do we smack them hard,
Or do we punish them...make them do push ups in the back yard.
If we shout and scold them will they drift away,
Not talk to us parents till the next day.

Spare the rod and spoil the child,
This thought often crosses my mind.
Should I be harsh or should I be mild,
When my toddler is rude or unkind.
I love my son and want him to be good too,
But spanking as a solution doesn't always hold true.
Certain things can be explained with love
and not always with a shoe or a boxing glove..

Beauty woes of women




Sometimes I wonder why God created women with nails and hair,
Hair should have just been on our head, not everywhere.
If we were to be the fairer sex of beauty and grace,
Why do we have hair on our Hands, legs and even on our face.
Unlike men, our skin is very sensitive,
Like a new born baby's bottom soft and delicate..
Yes men have to shave nearly everyday..but we too have no such luck,
As we have the hair on our arms, eyebrows and upper lip plucked in a painful way.
Oh and it does pain and hurt,
we've got to wax those legs too, if we want to wear short skirts.

And how can we forget the manicures and pedicures and painting of our nails,
Sitting like statues for hours at a parlour, lot of hard work it does entail.

I guess we women are born to go to salons and parlours without restrain,
For blow drying, hair colouring, threading, waxing or even liposuction for weight gain.
As no man has the will or the patience like we do,
To beautify ourselves for them and us, ain't that true!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Beyonces influence on my toddler


My toddler is influenced by Beyonce, I must say,
When he hears her songs on MTV he leaves his toys and stops his play,
Be it ' Countdown', 'Best thing I ever had' or 'Single lady' ..
He can stare for hours watching her on TV.

The food is gulped down without a fuss or a whimper,
As he's not concentrating on the food but only on her.

This is my fate and he's not even two,
I wonder what my state will be when he turns 22.

First Malaika Arora, Katrina and Juhi Chawla...
Wonder will it be Beyonce's Baby after Beyonce, for my lil ' Casanova'.

Friday, January 13, 2012

These boots are made for walking....



Finally after 12 years, bought a pair of boots.
Why 12 years, the last pair was thrown out by the parents....in their transformation of me from a scooter riding tomboy to a lady, from a duckling to a swan.
And so the search for the ideal boots began,

Three hours of intensive search in the Dubai Mall from Bally to Baldini to Kurt Geiger to Ted Baker to Timberland to Camper to God knows how many more shoe stores, I didn't find what I wanted.
Some boots were with fur, some with sequins, some too high , some typical rodeo kinda boots...some cow girl kinda boots...but none to my liking.
Finally at Caterpillar got what I liked....in fact what I wanted!
The cold tough leather against my feet ooooh what a feeling.
Why boots many would ask?
Well, boots symbolise rebellion a certain uber cool feeling.
But that was a feeling I got in college.
Now need it more as a necessity.
I think every mother and every woman should get one.
I need it more it to run after my toddler in malls and on the church ground. Tic tocks won't help in such cases...I would have broken many a heel if I ventured my marathon run in them.
Also why a necessity for other women, as boots are a very good weapon to attack the eve teasers or butt pinchers. One kick in you know where or one stamp on his toes...and the guy would see more than stars...he would see the entire galaxy.
So ladies if you don't have one, go get a pair, you'll feel like you're taking a walk in the clouds once you wear them.

Can you pick up the pieces of a long lost friendship...


Can you pick up the pieces of a long lost friendship?
That's a question I ask myself and I ask all you people out there.
Is it okay to tread on an unknown path, venture or dare.
Time has flown, lives have changed,
Do we want to renew old friendships again?
I want to, but really don't know,
What if those friends want friendship no more!
Don't blame those friends too,
Cause' suddenly I've woken up from out of the blue.
I guess in the past, time was a foe, not on my side,
thoughts of these friends, had crossed my mind, but emailing or writing, I never tried.

In the good old days, friendships were so good and pure,
You don't make friends like those anymore.
Where you could laugh and could just be yourself,
Where you didn't have to be someone else.

I don't know whether these friends will again cross my path,
But I do know that they created indelible memories in my mind and heart.

Let the future take its own course...whatever will be will be,
I'll try and then leave it in the hands of God, fate and destiny.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

No strings attached ........


Another controversial topic....but for me it's more of a shocker....what is this sex-buddy? Just read about this on The Times of India mobile site.
Call me old fashioned or narrow minded....but what is this new kinda friend....Hey Bhagwan! What's happening with the world!

I thought to sleep with someone...you need to have some feelings...some chemistry.
Yes you can have chemistry with friends too...but doesn't mean you end up in bed with them.
Found the movie 'No strings attached' also stupid...because once you get physical in a relationship you end up getting emotionally attached too.

Someone has written that when they feel lonely they just call their friends and have a good romp...and that's it. She has slept with 5 such 'buddies'...this makes her more like a prostitute only she's not charging....she's giving herself for free.
If you feel lonely, read, watch TV, movies...catch up with friends, write, eat...

Making love or sexual intercourse is with someone you love ( that's what I believe)...not with every Tom, Dick, Harry or Sally, Julie or Polly.
The world is moving toooooo fast for my liking...my husband says move with the times..when I spoke to him about what I read.
But I believe friendship and Love is not only sex and making out. It's much more than that...
(Read my blog on love, on friends... read a Tale of two cities :) ) .

I think of the future and wonder when our kids turn 19 and bring some girls/guys over...and introduces them to us as friends...wonder what kinda friends will they be....I guess I'll be all white by then.

Love is....


What is Love? Is it just a four letter word?
"I love you" and "do you love me?"is that all you've ever heard,
Love is much more than that I say,
Let me tell you what love is my way.

Love is doing the unthinkable and unheard,
It is sometimes actions that speak louder than words.
Love is listening to a husband's snores,
So loud you can hear them through closed doors.
Love is cooking your husband's favourite dish or doing things you don't want to do,
But you do it cause' you love him too.
Love stems from down deep inside your heart,
It moves you to tears or at times makes you so happy you want to chomp on a lemon tart.
Love is a feeling it has no end,
It is not restricted to a loved one or a very special friend.
You can love the sight of a setting sun,
Or even the laughter of a little one.
As a great prophet said " Love one another as I have loved you"
But in today's world, does this hold true?
Where love and hate always collide,
And hate victorious on its throne sits with pride.
So let's defeat hate and continue to love one another,
Regardless of caste, creed, position or colour.

Virginity is it really a big deal!




Read the Times of India and read about 22-year-old Natalie Dylan in the United States who publicly auctioned her virginity to pay for her college education. And, her going rate touched a whopping $3.7 million!

But that's the US ...what about India where virginity is still considered a big deal.
I remember one of the 24 eligible bachelors I met in my maniacal matchmaking process asked me point blank " Are you a virgin?"...
I was stunned and shocked. What a question!
I replied "Yes" emphatically, but my blood had reached boiling point.
I am not here to discuss my virginity, as we all know Mikhail was not conceived by an immaculate conception.
Here to discuss whether virginity is a criteria for marriage or not.
In India,in the case of arranged marriages it still seems to be considered a sin or taboo or the woman is considered promiscuous. Else tongues would wag and eyebrows would be raised on a woman's virginity.
I guess it's a boost to the male ego to pop his wife's cherry first ;). Don't mean to be crude but that's the truth in our Indian male dominated world.
I don't think women or society would react in the same manner, if it was the other way around.
Marriage is based on more important things like love and trust and understanding...not virginity.

Besides the virginity issue, what I find .....can't say amusing but disturbing is that kids are losing their virginity at very young ages of 15 or 16 or maybe even younger.
It's considered 'cool' to sleep around...its not kids....try chocolate instead ....
At that age, we were so naïve and innocent. Sex was considered a bad word and very taboo. Our Hindi movies showed two flowers move or shake, when the hero had to kiss the heroine. But now it's different.
I'm not here to pass judgement on people who have pre-marital sex it's cool...it is your choice.
Only use protection...better a baby after marriage than before...I say.

What worries me is when my son grows up...what kind of promiscuous world will he grow up in.
Nigel has already warned me to be practical...but all I can shout is ' nahiiiiiin...' like a doting possessive mother ( inshallah I don't turn one).

But all I can say on virginity and sex is...like a job..some come with experience some don't ...just accept it.

Do you cry when you watch movies?


Do you cry when you watch movies?
I do not know whether this question is applicable to the Boys as supposedly 'Boys don't cry'.

But we Women do and I do for sure!
I get so involved in a movie that if there is a touching sentimental scene or a death scene...I cry my eyeballs out..red nose,water from nose and all. I'm the butt of all jokes when it comes to crying while watching movies. Everyone laughs!

I remember as a kid, Hindi movies in which Amitabh Bachan acted as a hero and died in the end made me cry, like Sholay, Deewar, Muqaddar ka Sikandar..
But now grown up so have a longer list..

A short list of 10 movies which have made me bawl.....

1. Barsaat ( old) with Rakhee, Rekha and Shashi Kapoor...not going to give you the story here...but this movie made me cry a lot..especially the end. It was so funny, as Nigel had called at the same time and he wondered what was wrong and had a good laugh when I told him why.
Watch this movie for a good cry.

2. Kuch Kuch Hota Hain - I find it a stupid movie...many love this movie. But the scene where Shahrukh practises his proposal lines on Kajol for Rani kinda made me get all emotional.

3. Forrest Gump - now that's one touchy movie. I normally cry at the Tom Hanks - Robin Wright union and separation. This movie justifies crying...it's beautiful.

4. The boy in the striped pyjamas - another superb movie which moved me to tears. A must watch.

5. Rockstar - when Ranbir cried I cried too. Loved this movie, it was a different musical love story.

6. Swan - an old English movie starring Grace Kelly and Luc Besson. A story of a princess falling in love with a professor. What a beautiful movie. Can't compare a Raja Hindustani to that...I was moved to giggles when watching the baby fly from Karishma Kapoors arms to Aamir's.

7. Hum Dil de chuke Sanam - another super Hindi movie. I think love stories make me cry.
Because in my love story made my husband cry hehehe...

8. Ghosts not the Shiny Ahuja one..though I feel like crying when I see him..but the Demi Moore- Patrick Swayze one. Especially when the ' Unchained Melody' plays in the background.

9. Masoom - the Shekhar Kapoor one with Jugal and Urmila as child actors and Shabana and Naseeruddin Shah. That was a lovely movie too.

10. Koi Mil Gaya - I love Hrithik Roshan and he made me cry in this movie. This was a better remake than E.T..at least Jadoo didn't look frightening.

There are more movies which make me cry...but there are movies like Ra-one, No strings attached, Kites etc..which make me cry for wasting money on buying those DVDs and time on watching them.
I'm sure like me, all you out there would have a list of movies which make you cry...write about it...it'll make you laugh.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

My First Superhero ...My Brother


12 January 1984 a baby was born..
On a bright sunny Thursday morn.

The first baby in my life - my brother..
Carl Daji...like him there is no other.

A guy filled with wit and a great sense of humour,
My critic, my confidante...a real people charmer.
Growing up with him was indeed a lot of fun,
together with He-man, Gi-joes, Hot wheels and toy guns.
Creating our own little stories and puppet shows,
playing carrom and cricket indoors
Though sometimes it would lead to punches and blows.
Those childhood memories of him will never fade,
There are a lot more wonderful memories as siblings we have made.
They say brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet,
But I think we're much closer than that,
Having him as a Bro' is a real treat.

So here's a birthday wish from an elder sister to her lil brother,
Bro' you rock my world...won't ever exchange you for another!

Studies no more...is it so!



I look back at my past and think of the word that I dreaded the most ' Study'.

I loved school, loved going to school but being the Happy-go-lucky type the thought of studying and reading those books called 'Subjects' never appealed to me.

I remember arguing with my parents about giving the Geography exam during my 10th preliminary exams.
There were 40 chapters for 40 marks..I mean how foolish could the board be to allocate 1 mark for 1 chapter.
Some were long some were short chapters. I remember throwing tantrums as I felt it to be a waste of time to write the Geography paper.
History another waste of time!
It was always about Shivaji...whether in the fourth grade, 8th grade or 10th grade...Shivaji was there.
I loved reading about him though, especially the chapter on him and Afzal Khan...but how much knowledge is too much!
And then endless dates of the different battles..like did it really matter...I know that I'm born on 15th February 1979... Who cares when General X or Y was born or that Hitler died on 21st April 1945..good riddance to bad rubbish..I say.
Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Algebra, Geometry....French, English and Hindi were too much to study.
Chemistry was too much formulae..Physics made me psychotic and Geometry ...till today can't draw a line straight.
Algebra I felt made me better my English with all the As and Bs.
French I liked ..there were funny words to pronounce..like pommes for apple and also the tuition teacher was cute.
English I loved for the lovely poetry.

I remember my dad waking me up with 'flying pillows' at 6 AM to make me study.
One funny instance was 30th September 1993, I remember waking up early to study Hindi and suddenly felt the tremors...it was the Bhuj earthquake..but I was petrified and jumped back into the bed.
I'm ever grateful to my mother who took a months leave from work to teach me tirelessly...that's what made me get a pretty decent mid eighties percentage in SSC.

But after SSC or Icse what?..the only options were Arts, Commerce or Science.
After that engineering, MBA or CA...if you have the dough go abroad and study, if not study in India.
Kids are luckier now, there are more options..there's event management, specialisation in actuarial science, film making, etc etc.. 17 years ago and prior to that we didn't have such options.
I did an MBA ( Master in Bakwaas Administration I say) in Finance but when I look back I did not use it in my field of Banking. And there are no qualifications needed for what I do now..as a 'Momster' or a 'spousetant'.
So why did I study!!!
Luckily, Mikhail is too little to read my blog voicing my anti study opinion.
But I know my studies do not end.
Once Mikhail starts school I'll have to study to teach him and the best part is teach him a language ' Arabic' of which I know only two words..
Jamal - camel and Shukran - Thank you.

Woe is me...there is no riddance to studying or ' studies'.

Sugar and spice and being nice...


Nice is such a vague word
Something from our parents as kids we've always heard..
Be nice, be nice, Be nice!
But who wants to be sugary and nice
When you can be a bit flavoured with spice.

Being nice has benefits you see,
Besides feeling good about yourself, it also increases optimism in a world where there is so much negativity.
Be nice to the jerk who cuts you off in traffic,
Don't show him the middle finger and panic,
wave and say its okay
Smile and just drive away.
I've wanted to be rude many times too,
But its not good for health for both me or you.

Be nice...ask people how they're doing in their lives,
If they resist or think you're trying to pry,
Just let them know you're always there and just wanted to drop a line to say hi.

Be nice ...don't forget your P's and Q's,
Don't we all like polite people,
Who never forget their 'Please ' and 'Thank you's'

Being nice from being rude is a great makeover,
But don't be so nice that you get pushed over.
Remember the golden rule, treat people the way you wish to be treated...
But don't let being nice always be taken for granted.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Can you plan your life?


Can you plan your life?
Yes, it is necessary to plan to a certain extent but you must not get upset or rave and rant if things don't always go your way.
No one knows what will happen the next
minute or even the next split of a second.

When I look back at my own life, I would say life took its own turns and curves and I just moved with the flow.
I guess sometimes you have no choice as there is something called fate or destiny.

I never planned to get married...at one point I thought marriage was too much responsibility and let's say cooking was not my forte.
I loved being a single undomesticated banker and loved being with my parents.
But fell in love with my first and last boyfriend, now husband.
Both marriage and death can't be planned. They both happen suddenly.

I'm married with a son ( want another one, another kid...boy or girl...), I am very domesticated homemaker and I'm loving it.

That was the first part, the second part was moving to Dubai...totally unplanned.
I loved Mumbai with all its flaws.....and never wanted to move. I had even decided the pre-school in which I'd put Mikhail in.
Suddenly, hubby got this transfer to Dubai and lock, stock and barrel we moved...furniture and all, sold our brand new car, scooter and shifted to this new land I call home.

What are my plans for the future? I know that I want to put Mikhail in pre-school, I need to give my driving test again..hope third time lucky and I clear...plan a trip to Paris and Geneva etc. Yes there are plans..

But more than that, I really don't know and do not want to know...I like surprises.( good surprises).
The only question I ask my husband is " After Dubai, where next?"...
Let's see where the future takes us...
Que sera sera whatever will be will be,
The future's not ours to see,
Que sera sera....

Be yourself!



Just be yourself that's all I ask,
Its not that difficult a task,
Why would you want to be someone else,
When you can just be yourself!
No one has asked you to change,
No one wants your life to rearrange.
Everyone is happy with what they've got,
Then why aren't you happy? Why not!

If someone can't accept you as you,
Then being with them ain't good too.
Be yourself because people who mind don't really matter,
And those who do,
love you just the way you are.

Monday, January 9, 2012

ABCs of people in our lives



A for Aunty...any woman older to us we call Aunty, soon as I gave birth to Mikhail, from Charmaine I was suddenly referred to as Aunty.
"Aunty mat kaho naaa...

B for Behenji...all the walas call us ladies that...bhajiwala, doodhwala, behenji kitna kilo aloo chahiye? Luckily in Dubai, don't face that problem.
Do I look like a behenji...kabhi nahiii

C for Crushes...we've all had them at some point of our life...

D for dates...funniest ones I've been on...will write about it some other time..
D for Drunk colleagues...office parties famous for such types where people act the weirdest...
Remember one such person trying to pull me out to show me the moon...scared the hell outta me I must say...

E for Eccentric ...me...my husband says so...ask him why?

F for Fraands (Friends)...old ones, new ones, renewed ones ;), har ek friend zaroori hota hai!

G for Gossips ....their main job...great to get latesht khabar from such people..

H for Husbands, janam janam ka saathi...don't think Nigel would like the idea of having me as a wife for all his 7 lives, in his first..I've kinda made him bald...

H for Homos ...short form for homosexuals...seen a few in Dubai....men especially..hehe...tight fitting tops and jeans, well manicured hands...sheesh...look at mine...

I for Icons ...people who we look up to...though I like the Iconic fashion place at Dubai..

J for Jerks...we all come across some in our lives
J for Jewellers...a person I love to visit..all women do!

K for Kanjoos...misers...only one person comes to my mind...she will kill me on reading this...

L for Lovers...maybe a lover turns into your husband or wife...or maybe you have a lover and a husband/wife

M for Midwife ...will never forget that lady who helped me push out my gigantic 8 pounder son..

N for Nincompoops ..a word I learnt from an English professor in college...another word for Idiot.

O for Orators..not many are....wish some priests could be good orators..I would pay attention to their sermons in church.

P for Parents...Gods representatives on earth...
P for Police...in Hindi movies they always come after everything is over...but in Dubai they come fast...obviously..they have BMWs and Nissan Patrols not old Maruti Gypsies..

Q for Quadriplegic...a word I heard for the first time from Guzaarish..Beautifully enacted by Hrithik Roshan.

R for Rascalla...one of Mikhail's many pet names.

S for Saalas...My brother and husband...super saala relationship..

T for Troublemakers...normally used to be the domestic help...but luckily don't have that tension...as I am my own domestic help.
Tax payers...unfortunately still am..ab tho NRI ban gayi..tho zyadaa

U for Uncle...any man who is old...I call him uncle...be it the autorickshaw driver or the taxiwala...he is an uncle.

V for Virgins...not virgin Mary

W for Weight watchers..they eat like sparrows ...giving hawks like me a complex

X for Xenophobic..I feel I am but when I see people from my country spitting on streets of another country....my blood boils..

Yfor Youth ..I don't think I come under that category anymore

Z for Zealots...aren't we all...fighting for religion and areas to occupy...

Be Positive!


B + ve that's my blood group,
but being positive is something I try and practise too.
I always try to look at the bright side of life,
Yes it's not always hunky-dory and sometimes filled with strife.
But being sad and dejected is certainly not the best way,
Why waste your time in whining, when you can enjoy each day.

You may read 100 books or websites on 'How to be positive'
or make trips everyday to psychiatrists and psychologists,
But doing all this alone won't help you,
You need to change your mindset too.

We may not be able to control external circumstances,
But we can take charge of our inner senses,
Our emotions, our thoughts or even tears,
Sometimes smiles, laughter and humour can help banish our darkest fears.

Life can't always be bright and sunny,
Like a bullish stock market, where you always strike gold and make money,
There are days when the skies are cloudy and grey,
like a bearish stock market, you may make losses but on a positive note for the same stock lesser you'll pay .

Yes..Life is difficult, life is tough,
The road ahead may be bumpy or potholed and rough,
But be positive is all I can say,
I'm sure there is a God above who will direct you and always show you the right way.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Do you have Time!



A question I ask each one of you ,
Do you have time for me or yourselves too.
Do you have time to stand and stare,
To take a break from work, breathe some fresh air.
To listen to the chirping of the morning birds,
Or listen to music you've never heard.

Do you have time to say 'I love you' to the ones you love,
Or time to thank the almighty above
For giving us this gift of time,
Which indeed is most precious and sublime.

Do you have time to write or phone your friends,
To start afresh or make amends.
To write a simple letter or send a tweet on twitter,
You never know by doing so, you could get to know someone better.

Time waits for no man, it is often said,
Then why don't we get that message into our head.
Don't procrastinate, Time soon flies away,
You'll realise it when you grow old one day,
there were so many things you wanted to say or do,
But you did not have time then
And now there's no time left in life for you.

Being unique


I am what I am,
You are what you are,
If I am you
And you are me
We both will lose our ingenuity,
So it is better you be you
And I remain me
accept each other the way we are and live in perfect harmony.


Sometimes it's okay to take shit from people,
I take a lot of shit...
But like a commode I flush it down the drain.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Birthdays....treats and celebrations...


It's not my birthday today...I have a month and 8 days to celebrate my 'Happy Budday'..

Today missing a birthday treat of a very close friend. That's what made me write this blog post!
I'm sure we all remember our Birthday parties and treats with friends and family.
I remember the school days when we were kids, on birthdays we were allowed to wear party 'Frocks' or 'coloured clothes'( later it was stopped) and we could take sweets like Eclairs or Melodies or chocolates and distribute it to our class mates and butter the teachers up by giving them a few extra sweets.

Birthday parties would be celebrated home with close friends and family, with a lovely birthday cake sometimes in the shape of a swimming pool or a train or a humpty dumpty or a cake in the shape of your age ( now the favourite is Barbie or Dora). The house would be decorated with colourful balloons, lot of home made goodies..
Blowing out the candles on the cake, (though as you get older it's difficult to blow all off),
Games like passing the parcel, Musical chairs or arms, Bombing the city etc with funny forfeits were played with much enthusiasm and gusto. At the end, little return gifts would be handed out. ( I loved that part best when I went for birthday parties as a kid, and was crestfallen if there wasn't a return gift).

As we grew up, birthdays would be celebrated at home with family and we'd treat friends at restaurants or invite them over for lunches or dinners.
Enjoyed those treats, girlish banter over food, what a super combination.
In fact, enjoyed a lovely birthday treat with my childhood friend in Dubai with kids et al.
Though Mikhail chose a super time to do his job and did a jig for his Pamper change, we mostly running around after our two boys and 6 year old girl and stood most of the time, the food was 'Yum' and it was great fun!

Today will be missing my friend's treat in Mumbai where there'll be lots of chatter and laughter and ensuring she keeps sufficient space for the best part of the treat, the dessert.

Being away in a foreign land, I know I'll be missing a lot of birthday treats of friends but till I'm away from their birthdays physically, they can always have an extra piece of cake or dessert for me.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Dead end of some friends


Today read a very interesting article by Bikram Vohra in Wknd which is a weekly magazine of The Khaleej Times titled 'Old friends and dead ends' where he states 'you may have been childhood buddies but as time passes by, you may find that things don’t always stay as warm and fuzzy and fun.'
True, sad but true! We all face it at some point in our lives.

Today a close friend met an old college friend, who worked at the same bank some years back. But this funny college friend wouldn't acknowledge her then and refused to even recognise her at office. Today she was all friendly asking her out for lunch. Huh!!! Did she have a 'Ghajini' a short term memory loss.... Weird....

You may connect with some friends after years, maybe they'll write back ...but then you realise that they don't want to keep in touch and it's ok. They've moved on and so have you. If they don't want to keep in touch, it's cool.
You can't force friendship on someone.
You can take a horse to the water but you can't force the horse to drink, right!!.

There are some friends who are 'out of sight out of mind' kind of people. They don't call you on your birthday, anniversary, special occasions etc. That's ok too.
I guess they are so busy, that they don't have a minute to spare...and there are some like us sitting idle counting our fingers and toes!

What happens to people? Why do they change? Money, fame, status, too many commitments....
already have too many friends...so space for no more on your list.
Maybe people suspect, you want to be friends for a favour or is there some motive behind the friendship. Sad!!!
People don't value old friendships anymore.

Why can't friendships be above all this? Who cares if you are the Queen of Timbaktu or the king of Madagascar ...or a superstar of Bhojpuri movies or a homemaker like me...all we want is your ' Fraaandshipp'...
Is that too much to ask!

Motherhood - life changing I must say...



"Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." -Elizabeth Stone

19th March, 2010...one of the happiest moments of my life...Mikhail was born...I became a Mother.
But also the beginning of countless sleepless nights and the end of nights of uninterrupted sleep.
Unlike other professions, where you undergo training at the start, in Motherhood there is no training, you are a horse thrown into the water and you have to learn how to swim...and swim you do.
Motherhood changes your life...everyday is a new day, nothing is routine..
Before Mikhail came onto the scene, Nigel and I would go for spontaneous long drives, late night movies or sudden vacations.
But after Mikhail's birth, if we plan to go for a drive, we carry a packet of Pampers, wet wipes, powder etc. among other baby paraphernalia.
Vacations need to be planned well in advance, air tickets booked in such a manner that no one is seated at the side of me, as not many passengers like kids. Luckily, Mikhail is very well behaved on board. He sleeps!
Manicures and pedicures take a back seat, you are not worried about the stretch marks on your tummy or the bulge after giving birth, as the most important thing in your life is this bundle of joy..the biggest bundle of joy.

When Mikhail falls sick, I feel the longevity of my life is reduced. Don't mind it though, as long as he gets better.
I understand exactly what my mother went through when Carl and I were sick. Even today at the age of 32, she is worried when I'm sick though I'm away.
That's a mother's love!
A mother's love is unconditional, no matter how naughty or stubborn your kid is, you will love him/her anyway.

Motherhood has made me more loving, more accessible, a little less shy and introverted, a multi tasker, a better wife..it has taken out the best in me.
Sometimes I wonder, what will Mikhail become, a footballer, a musician, a doctor, a priest ( Father Michael)...( no boxing, no army)...
But I'm not worried, I just want Mikhail to be a good human being, that's all.

Motherhood has changed my life with one, do I want to change my life once again, let's wait and see....

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Sunny Leone hai kaun!

Sunny, Sunny, Sunny, not Sunny Deol paaji ,
but Sunny Leone,(pronounced Leoneeee)

Every newspaper has been writing about her interviews,
So did some research, thought I'd pen down a bit about her too.

Sunny 'kudi' was born on May 13, 1981 as Karen Malhotra in Ontario, Canada
To Sikh Punjabi parents from apna India.

As a young girl, she was very athletic and played street hockey,
At 16 to a basket ball player of a neighbouring school, she lost her virginity.
And after all that and more, at 18 she realised she was bisexual.
What a complex person I must say, with a mind so fickle!

Sunny worked first in Jiffy Lube, a German bakery,
She studied to become a nurse,
If she did, wonder how doctors would have conducted surgeries!

She has acted in over 33 adult films and directed 25,
Shot to fame in India in Bigg Boss 5 with creepy, touchy Mihir Virani....Amar Upadhyay.

And now it seems Mahesh Bhatt has approached her for Jism 2,
I'm sure other than acting, there'll be lots more in the movie to do.

So let's wait and watch out for Sunny Kudi,
Wonder if she'll give our Bollywood heroines a run for their money.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Days of Doordarshan and Premier Padminis...



Remember the Doordarshan tune, the tyon tyon tyon tyon tyon tune on Television. Something which used to frighten me as a kid especially that funny logo of the eye.
Talking about TV, remember the black and white television era, I remember the good old Dyanora TV.
Then in the early 80's, came colour TVs. I remember the first colour TV we had was of BPL with only 12 channels in the form of buttons which would go tuck tuck tuck.. No remote control at that time.
But then there was only Doordarshan, maybe 2-3 channels, unlike today where we have more than 500.
In fact we are spoilt for choice.
But out of those 500, there are channels which are not at all relevant to me like Sun TV, Moon TV, Gemini, Jaya TV, Asianet ( no offence to the south Indian community).
Remember the programmes on DD, Chayageet and Chitrahaar. The marathi serials 'Hello Inspector' and '100' or 'Aamchi mati aamchi mansa'.
Hindi soaps like Humlog, Buniyaad and Khandaan, no Bade acche lagte hain, Na aana is desh lado.
Remember news with Salma Sultan and Bhakti Barve, not Barkha Dutt and Prannoy Roy.
I remember watching the 'Ramayana' and 'Mahabharat' on Sunday mornings.
Also 'He-man', Giant Robot, Fraggle Rock were a favourite with the kids.
Then came Star Plus in the early 90s. I remember running home from school at 4 pm just to catch 'The Bold and The Beautiful' at 4.30 pm. It was a treat watching the sexy Ridge Forrester and the graceful Caroline Spencer back then. Learnt the meaning of the three letter word and sleeping around from that programme too. Soaps were educational!
MTV was a rage too with girls going crazy over that Vj Danny MC Gill.

From Television, I'll move to the next T, Telephone. A luxury to some! A telephone was rare, not everyone had one at home.
To get one was a long wait, as MTNL had a waiting list. Waiting list meant you would get your phone in two to three years time. I
remember my first telephone, a moss green one, with a dial which would make a funny noise when you moved it..like a kurrr kurrr kurrr kurrr.
Also remember all and sundry coming home to make calls to God knows where.

Premier Padmini, the Indian company who made Fiats.( fiat taxis still going strong). Remember those days, where we had a fan in the car instead of an air condition.
Most of the cars then had hand gears, till Maruti came onto the scene with floor gears.
Also remember walking to school with friends, though parents would pass by in the car, as we gals wanted to chitchat and travelling with the folks wouldn't give us that opportunity.
Also remember cycling to school, first had an Avon BMX followed by a blue Hero Hansa. Now can't imagine students cycling or walking to school as there's no place to walk. There are more cars than people.

Also remember those good ole days of autograph books, where teachers or friends would write lovely quotes on the last day of school or our last year of school.
Now I guess kids maybe sending smses instead of writing in this age of cell phones or smartphones.
Talking about cell phones, the first cell phone looked like a big compass box and incoming calls were not free back then. Unlike today where your sweeper and bhajiwala have mobiles, in the 90's it was a luxury.

Remember our dabba personal computers, which were over a lakh Rupees when they first came out. So slow and big. Now phones are like mini computers.
I also remember the days where we would welcome relatives from foreign lands with open arms, more interested in what was in those arms. The foreign chocolates, the soaps, the perfumes... Not our Hamam, Pears, Rexona, Cinthol...
But no one made sweet cigarettes like Harnik, those Phantom cigarettes, peppermint flavoured with a lil red on top depicting a lit cigarette. I loved them, that's the reason for not having all 32 teeth.
NP bubble gum which you got for 25 paise and peppermint sweets in the shape of coins for 10 paise. Today, those sweets nor the flowery looking10 paise exist.

I remember being in an all girls school, a side glance at a boy on the same playground was considered an offence or taboo by our PT teachers. We were often fired for committing such a sin.
But those teachers could not stop me from playing with the guys in my building football and cricket or badminton, atti patti etc.
Those days were fun!

Wonder what memories Mikhail will have, being brought up in an era of HD TVs, Ipads, Toyotas etc etc.. Well, he'll make his own I'm sure.

For the Doordarshan tune go to
http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=tFoNiwZNcrg&gl=US

I've got the Fever


What a way to start the new year
With a high temperature fever!
Coughing and sneezing out my lungs,
Have an awful taste on my tongue.
I'm covered upto my head with a thick quilt,
Feel like the tower of Pisa on a tilt.
I can't believe I've lost my appetite to eat,
can't bear the sight of fish or even meat.
I can feel the heaviness in my head,
I want to stay the entire day in bed.
Something I normally wouldn't do,
I'm always on my feet, there's something I'm always up to.

Maybe the fever is a blessing in disguise,
Where the home is looked after by my two handsome guys.
Also fever is a natural way to lose excess weight,
No exercising one bit, ain't that great.
See there's a positive outcome even from fever,
Maybe my resolution of losing weight will be met this year.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

ABCs of food


Very soon I'll have to start teaching Mikhail the letters of the English alphabet.
But instead of teaching him A for apple, B for ball, C for cat etc. Thought I'd teach him my way.
The foodie way...

A for Appams, the lovely soft 'melt in your mouth' from Kerala. Similar to dosas, though fatter.

B for Bhel puri from Bikanerwala with the lovely sweet and spicy chutneys. But even better from the 'bhaiyas' in Bandra Bandstand... No one can beat Yadav in his crisp white dhoti kurta..

C for Cutlets, Mutton Cutlets, chicken cutlets ..I love them all. Especially those Lacey cutlets from Lucky or Delhi Darbar or Jeffs in Mumbai. C also for juicy crab curry, the Mangalorean way.

D for Dunkin' Donuts ...divine, love the part where you get a dozen for 35 dirhams.
D also for Dhansak. Lovely brown dal with mutton and a caramelised brown rice...yummm.

E for Eggs ( eedoo)...I'm half a Parsi. Parsis and eggs always go together. Tamatar Par eedoo, methi par eedoo. Easy to make and very very tasty.

F for fried fish. Simple dal, rice and fried fish is a super combination with a little pickle or gujarati choondo.

G for gluttony, a sin which many foodies commit.
Also G for Gajar halwa, one of my favourite Indian desserts. What a better way to take care of your eyes than gorging on Carrots in dessert form.

H for Haldiram's Chivda, you get it anywhere in the world. Try the Khatta meetha it is absolutely amazing. H for hummus with kaboos, Arabic bread. Had too much of it on this side of the world

I for ice-creams, we all love them. Be it an Amul to a Haagen Dasz..ice creams are the world's favourite dessert. Suffering from a bad sore throat, thanks to them.

J for Jalebis, those squiggly wiggly yellow or orange sweets dripping with sugar syrup....oh myyyyy.

K for Karela( snake gourd) not my favourite vegetable , but with a lil jaggery it is palatable.

L for ladoos, boondi ladoos, besan ladoos, rawa ladoos, dink ladoos, I love them all...though no methi ladoos please.

M for Malai Sandwich or mango rabdi or my Motichoor ladoo Mikhail.

N for nachos with lots of cheeeeese or nankathais made by mum or Serena. Both make superb nankathais.

O for Olives not the resto bar at Pali Hill, but the green olives or black olives you put on pizzas or pastas. They add a lovely zing to the dish.

P for Pancakes with Nutella or Pancakes with Coconut and jaggery the Mangalorean way.

Q for quiches, lil tarts filled with chicken and cheese or spinach and cheese.

R for rum soaked Christmas pudding. A dash of rum to cake makes it tastier. Try it.
R for rum balls, I love them...

S for Sushi. Always thought, who would want to eat raw fish. But after eating it, realised it is indeed tasty, though can't make a meal of it.
S for Sizzlers and sizzling brownie, how could I forget! Just ate last week.

T for Tandoori chicken. No KFC can beat the taste of chicken from a tandoor marinated with lovely spices.

U for Undhiyo, a lip smacking dish from the Gujaratis made during winter with 9 vegetables. Sweet and spicy, just the way I love it.

V for Vindaloo, egg, chicken or mutton, Goan or Mangalorean. They all taste lovely with sweet rice or pav.

W for Wantons, crispy or steamed, bring them all with a spicy sauce.

X for Xacuti a Goan dish with chicken marinated in various spices.

Y for Yoghurts especially the fruit ones like apricot and peach or strawberry or fruits of the forest. They are awesome!

Z for Zebra Torte, a rich cake with white and dark chocolate or Zinger burger from KFC, the lovely juicy burger with a big chunk of fried chicken, the only thing I like from KFC.

I think this would be the best way to teach Mikhail his first lessons. What say!

What's in a name?



"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
This is one of Shakespeare's quotes of Romeo and Juliet.

Maybe a rose would smell the same if called by another name, but I don't think I would like to be called anything else but 'CHARMAINE'.

I love my name. It means 'Charming' in French.
Forgive me for being immodest but my name suits me to the 'T'.

But this beautiful name of mine has been misspelt, mispronounced and murdered in short.
It has to be pronounced as 'Shar Main'.
I know my name starts with a 'C' but that doesn't mean that it should be pronounced as 'Charr Mahine'.
I remember my Math professor calling me 'Chairman'.
During my 8 year old career in banking, I was rechristened 'Shamin' or even 'Shamim'...
Rechristened and converted by colleagues and clients, especially in postal communications from brokers.
I can't blame anyone as my name is such, that I am often referred to as 'Mr. Charmaine Rangel'.

But what about a simple name like 'Carl'. That's my brother's name. Poor guy he has often had a sex change, where his name is misspelt as 'Carol'.

My maiden name 'Daji' such an easy pronounceable surname is often misspelt as 'Darji' or 'Darjee' , maybe people assumed that I am a seamstress or my ancestors were a whole lot of tailors.
I recall my first grade teacher calling me ' Daagii'.
My present surname is to be pronounced as 'Rain gel' but it is mispronounced as 'Run gale'.
My husband faces the same problem too with a simple name like 'Nigel'. Now what's so difficult to pronounce his name, but sadly he is referred to as 'Ni gol' by his European boss.
Surprising though, since his name is English.

I guess we 'Catlicks' (Catholics) have funny names which are difficult to pronounce or spell.
What men! Can't blame these buggers for spoiling our name naaa!

Wanted to give my son a three letter name but named him 'Mikhail'
Luckily on his birth certificate, the BMC have been kind enough to copy the name correctly.
I wonder what he will face in future though.
That's a problem he will have to face on his own......

Monday, January 2, 2012

Are you a Facebook addict?


When you wake up in the morning,do you first check Facebook,
Even before your brush your teeth and plan what to cook?
Or do you the entire day check for new posts, comments and updates,
Forgetting to finish up what's on your lunch plate?
Or do you check Facebook before you go to bed at night,
Or poke a friend before you turn off the light?

If your answer is Yes to the above questions,
You're a Facebook addict my friend, don't take tension!

Facebook for social networking is really great,
But don't make it a priority or obsession, mate!

I love to network on Facebook too,
It bridges the gap between family and friends who are in countries or cities far from you.

Its great to read posts, see photos of loved ones and funny quotes and quirks,
Facebook is a great way to relax after loads of housework.
It's a wonderful tool to wish people for Christmas, New year, Anniversaries or birthdays,
Though I still prefer the old fashioned letter writing way.

I know a Facebook addict I'm not,
I enjoy networking with friends and family only, not strangers or despots.

If I was on Facebook, the whole day on my phone,
My poor son would have no food to eat, he would be a bag of bones,
My house would be untidy and not at all neat,
I guess we'd be eating Maggi Noodles everyday
And no fish or any meat.
If on Facebook whole day I'd chat and stare,
I wouldn't have time to dust and clean,
I'd have cobwebs everywhere.

If whole day in Facebook I played Farmville,
What upbringing or values in my son would I instill?
He'd think he's on Facebook too, scribbling on walls,
Instead of playing normally, with his cars and footballs.

So people who are Facebook addicts out there,
Be aware,
Please take control of yourself,
You can make a new start by at least brushing your teeth and combing your hair.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year's eve in Dubai






Celebrated the New year's eve at Beejal and Keiths,
Beejal cooked a scrumptious meal, had a lot to eat,
Tender Malai Koftas melting in our mouths,
A lovely chicken in green gravy with an aromatic pulao, we couldn't do without.
I cooked a mutton dish, mangalorean style,
After all this food, won't be eating for a while.

Watched the Burj Khalifa with the fireworks go alight,
a spectacular display at sharp midnight.
Dubai was filled with fireworks, lights and hustle and bustle ,
A great way to start 2012.

It was a lovely experience travelling in the metro at one,
Packed with people after their night of celebration and fun.
Streets were filled with merriment and cheer,
Mikhail wide awake trying to wish us "Happy New Year".

So a new year we have entered once again,
Wonder what resolutions to make and from bad habits to refrain,
But for now just excited to celebrate a brand new year,
May God bless us and keep us happy in our home in Dubai, here.