A funny feeling called Love...

Love is a funny feeling and sometimes you can't help feeling what you feel,
You can't stop your heart from beating the way it beats.

Sometimes you can't help feeling the way you do,
Love hurts, but it's difficult to stop loving someone suddenly too.
Love, indeed,  is a very strange emotion, it can't be erased,
It won't fade in a year or even in a thousand days.
Maybe it's one sided, maybe it's two,
Maybe the other person can't say it, even though, deep down they love you too.
Love can be unconditional and complicated,
You can love someone endlessly, even though it's not reciprocated.
Love is the weirdest feeling, but it surely makes the world go round,
Without love, it wouldn't be worth living, for that special someone your heart wouldn't pound.

Does "keep in touch" mean " do not disturb"!!!

When people say keep in touch,
Does it mean not at all or don't say too much!!
Are they trying to say so, to sound polite,
Or do they really mean it and are trying to be plain nice.
Some of the "keep in touch" seem genuine and some are not,
Some are filled with warmth and some suffer from memory loss.

When we do "keep in touch", sometimes people don't have the decency to reply
Are we supposed to ponder and wonder why??
Yes, they may be too busy and pre-occupied,
But they must not forget that, there's also a human being on the other side.

When people have mood swings, their silence, how do we comprehend,
When we are not face to face sitting at the other end!!

When we talk too much, some people think it's not right,
When we don't talk at all, some people think they're being judged or we hold them in spite.
I'm still trying to understand " keep in touch" , these three funny words,
I've heard them many times before, but from some people it does sound weird.

The world may be getting closer with advanced telephony,
But those who don't want to keep in touch should come with a sign
"Please do not disturb or contact me!!"

Homemaker!! I'm lovin'it -a day in my life

When I was a working professional I used to wonder,
what these housewives sit at home all day and do,
Chilling and relaxing, maybe watch a "Saas Bahu" serial or two,
But now, that I am on the other side of the fence,
I take back my words and stand in a housewife's defense ,
Cause' a day in the life of homemaker is not relaxing at all,
It's not only using your husband's credit cards at the supermarket or the shopping mall!!

Luckily my morning starts with a cup of hot ginger tea,
Prepared by the husband, now that's indeed an everyday luxury.
But with a toddler around, there isn't really much rest,
With a bath in a jiffy, In jeans and a tee, i quickly get dressed.
Pack the husband's lunch, pray and bid him good bye,
Ensure like a Bharatiya nari, he's taken his wallet, suit and tie.
Then there's the meals to be cooked for the toddler and the two of us,
if it's my lucky day, Toddler gulps it down without a fuss.
But if it's not, then I've to come up with a new concoction,
That will match up to his taste and his satisfaction.
After cooking, there's always a lot of washing to do,
Followed by bathing Mikhail and changing his Pamper if he's made one of his gigantic poos!!
Then there's the vacuuming, mopping, dusting, and what not,
Making up the beds , cleaning the bath tub and the toilet pot.

I could go on and on and on about my domesticated life,
But there's lots more from a positive side.
I get a chance to spend quality time with my son,
To explore and experiment new hobbies, new dishes, things which I hadn't done.
I am able to give more time to my family and my friends,
To communicate, listen and even a helping hand lend.
I love being a "homemaker", I'm really lovin' it,
Don't miss being a banker, not one single bit.
Hats off to all homemakers and working women too,
God made us multi-taskers, no man can do it better,
than what we women do!!

Spectacles and Lens Woes...

Started wearing spectacles when I was eight,
Thanks to my stupidity of reading books under a quilt,with a torch till very late,
As dad always wanted me to go to bed by ten,
But I wanted to finish my book and was stubborn and naughty even then.
And that's the reason for Bespectacled me,
I was the cause of my own anxiety!

I was teased and called funny names,
Like "chashmiss", "double battery single power",
Besides teasing me about my height and calling me " Worli TV tower"!

And how I hated wearing my spectacles so,
I stopped wearing them and that's how my number soared.
And I would squint at school to strain and see what was written on the blackboard,
As I couldn't see much, I looked like a Chinese toad.

Slowly the number of my eyes started to rise,
And by the age of 13, semi-soft lenses by the optician to wear,I was advised.
Now that was much better than wearing funny spectacles,
But putting them on needed a Jesus' Miracle.
I used semi-soft lenses for nearly fourteen years,
But a gush of wind or slight dust would make me weep a hundred tears.
And that's when I decided no more semi-soft for me,
I decided to move to soft lenses, specially made lenses which suited my eyes perfectly.

Now the lens woes continue,
I sometimes forget to buy my lens solutions called "Re nu"
And sometimes I forget my old lenses to dispose,
And use them for more than a month than I am supposed.
So from spectacles to semi-soft lenses to soft lenses to suit my Iris you see,
God knows what next for my eyes, what's the latest technology!!

Congratulations it's a boy......

"Congratulations, how lucky, you've got a boy", people wished me with elated joy,
This took place when my son was born,
But if I gave birth to a baby girl, 
would I be looked down upon with contempt and scorn.
I was shocked and filled with anger,
disheartened that people even today,
 make sexist differences with the female and male gender, 
I'm really sad and sorry to say.

I wonder whether  such discriminations exists in the animal world,
Does a lioness disown her cub if she knows it's a girl!
Does a mother goose, away from her girl geese wander,
And fly away with her little gander.
Does a shark or a salmon from their thousand eggs,
Select only the male eggs and crush the others instead.
Do bees, flies, grasshoppers differentiate like the human race,
No!! It's only us human beings who commit such acts of disgrace!!

Why are we so ashamed to say we have given birth to a daughter, instead of a son,
Why do we feel that giving birth to a boy indeed makes you feel, a race you've won!!
I know my parents were elated when they gave birth to me, 
They considered me their lucky charm and their Ghar ki Laxmi.
I would've been equally happy if Mikhail was a Chanel too,
My only worry was if she had long hair, I really wouldn't know what to do!!
But on a serious note, people please love your daughters, treat them like your sons, equally,
Don't treat them as burdens, but educate them, they will never be a  liability!!

One year up in Dubai....

24th February 2012...today I complete one year in Dubai, 
First time been away so long, from Amchi Mumbai.
And what a wonderful year it has been!!
Experiencing the unthinkable and unseen!!
Experienced a lot of 'firsts' in this one year,
Just Nigel, Mikhail and me, no Daji or Rangel family here!
Our first Easter, Christmas, New year and my birthday in a different country,
Celebrating with friends, who are now the new family!
God has also been very good too,
For giving me my closest friend, as a neighbour in 702! :)
Started my new job as homemaker in a country all alone,
And I'm happy I'm managing well, though I do it all on my own!
I love Dubai, a melting pot of food and nationalities, a home away from home,
But my first love will always be Mumbai, no matter where I roam!!

Charmaine had a little son... (like Mary had a little Lamb)

Charmaine had a little son and his name was Mikhail,
And everywhere that Charmaine went, he'd follow with an impish smile.
He followed her everywhere, to the toilet too.
Poor Charmaine, she couldn't do anything at leisure, not even her number two.

She thought she'd put him in pre-school, one day,
He'd be two and it was not against the rules, 
But she felt he's too small and would miss him,
Oh ain't she a big fat fool!!

She does grumble and she does  rant,
At his tantrums, she tears her hair in despair,
She gives him a smack or two,
But she loves him and she really does care!!

Luckily he sleeps in the afternoon, 
she has some time alone,
If he didn't, she'd surely go mad, 
you'd find her in a Mental home!!

Oh God!! I am Tired!!!

Tiredness I've been experiencing for sometime,
I haven't really rested or slept in awhile.
My eyes are droopy, covered with dark circles,
I'm seeing more blues and pinks and purples.
 
My body aches, I'm  tired to the bone,
My head feels heavy, like I'm carrying on it, 
a sack filled with stones.
I can't move my limbs anymore, 
I think I'm going to drop any moment on the cold hard floor.
I can't take a step forward, feels like I'm climbing Mount Everest,
Waiting for the day where I just do nothing 
And for 24 hours only rest, rest and rest.
The funniest part is when I want to rest, my toddler's awake,
And I need to be all there and alert, for the lil fellas sake.

When I was a banker, I'd be so tired, I'd have nightmares of my bosses and Foreign currencies,
But now as a homemaker, I have dreams of bargaining with Bhajiwalas for vegetables and green chillies.

So whether you're at home or work there's always going to be Tiredness,
But sometimes it's better being a homemaker than dealing with the office madness.

What are Memories.....

What are memories?
Moments of days gone by,
Moments of happiness or sadness, 
moments which made us in anguish, cry.

What are memories?
Old and new pictures of family or friends in albums, 
or on walls, or frames on bookshelves.
Or of victorious moments,
when we felt proud of ourselves.

What are memories?
Feelings of heartbreak, broken friendships, loss of loved ones,
or of unions, new friendships or birth of a child, 
celebration of a birthday of a daughter or a son.

What are memories?
Crazy moments of youth, moments of rebellion, 
of freedom, of love, of hate, of fury,
Or of coming of age, of adulthood, of maturity.

Memories, no matter how hard you try, can never be erased,
They are embossed in our minds and in our hearts, will always stay 
they will remain with us till our last breath, 
till dust we turn into, one day.

Has Sharukh Khan lost his charm!!!!

Has Shahrukh Khan lost his charm?
I am afraid so, don't you think so too??
And it was further justified after watching him in Don 2!
The same acting style, the same mannerisms, the same crooked laugh, 
The thought of watching Ra-one and Don2 once again, will surely make me barf.

I loved the way he acted as the tainted coach Kabir in Chak De and Arjun in Pardes,
And also as the NRI from NASA, Mohan in Swades.
I loved watching him in " Dilwale Dulhaniya le jayenge",
But "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai" , I couldn't digest the story anyway!
He was watcheable in Om Shanti Om and Veer Zaara,
He kind of brought tears to my eyes in "Main hoon Naa".
But apart from the above  I can't say he is an ace in acting,
He may be number one,
but for me he is an ace in ,"CopyCating".

Sorry I'm not a fan of Shahrukh Khan, I never was,
He may be a female favourite, but was never my heart throb.
He may have robbed a million hearts, but never my heart robbed!

For me it was and  it will always be Amitabh Bachanji
He is indeed the acting Badshah and will always find,
a loyal fan in me!!

Dream away....

A dream is our subconscious, so different from reality,
Sometimes we wish our life,
indeed, a dream it could be.
Where in our dreams, we tread on life's known path and at night follow,
to different lands, across the seven seas, 
flashes of the unknown tomorrow.

Dreams could be a figment of our imagination, 
where the unthinkable is imagined,
Or imagination could be a realm of our dreams, 
'reel' life with it's exaggeration.
But continue to dream and imagine, that's all, I wish to say to you,
As "Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
really do come true"!

So you think you can dance??? I can't..

So you think you can dance?
Well, I can't you see,
 I've been blessed with two left feet,
I can hop, I can Jump or even dive,
But don't ever ask me to do the fox trot, the Tango or even the simple Jive.
I don't mind a little hip or even a  leg shake,
But please don't ask me to waltz...it'll be the biggest mistake!!

I remember at my wedding, Nigel and I, to Cliff Richard did so,
Sadly on the first day of marriage, I tortured him and stamped his toes.
I am amused that driving a car or riding a bike seems extremely easy,
But I'm just not able to comprehend why dancing, makes me all nervous and crazy.

I really love to dance, but I guess I am a little shy,
Love dancing for my toddler of two but not for public eye.
He loves the way I dance and imitates me too,
But no grooving like Sheila or Munni or Chikni Chameli,
After all I'm his  seedhi saadhi 'Mommy'......what to do!!

Voter's Apathy....Pathetic!!

I was disheartened to read about the political apathy
Where less than 45% Mumbaikars voted on 16th February!!
We waste time watching the stupidest movies and have time to party,
But can't take 30 minutes out of one day,
to cast a precious vote in the polls of our Municipality!!

Voting is a fundamental right which we need to exercise,
But we don't do so and just stand back and criticise.
The people who didn't vote are the one's who always grumble and complain,
That in the city there's no security, the quality of life is shoddy,
From grumbling they should refrain.
It's sad that those who didn't turn up, are people who are well-off and educated,
These are the people who should have voted and in the development of our society contributed.
But these selfish wimps would rather stay at home and while away their time on social networking,
Rather than spend it wisely and cast their vote, in the BMC polling.

I really wish our Indian government would come out with an online polling system,
Where Indians in different parts of the world, could cast their vote online,
despite the metric distance.
If we voted maybe it would benefit our fellow Indians in our country faraway,
Or maybe make up for the 55% who didn't turn up to vote on  16 February, 
that ill-fated polling day!!

I am a Chocoholic....

I really love chocolates and I confess I'm a chocoholic,
Be it Smarties, M and Ms or Cadbury's Gems....
Don't judge me, I ain't that bad...I'm not an alcoholic!!

The sight of Kit-Kat or Snickers often puts me in a fix,
I can have them both, along with four fingers of Twix.
The caramel, the nougat, the biscuit, the chocolate...the sound of crrrrunch...
If I had a choice, I would eat chocolates for breakfast, dinner, tea and lunch.
I love Bounty, Cadbury's Silk and apna Five Star,
But nothing can beat the soft nougat, caramel oozing Mars.
After Eight, the chocolate coated mint filled wafers,
They are indeed one of my favorite chocolates, as light and as thin as paper.

Now I am a teetotaler and not a social drinker,
But I  love the bottle shaped liqueurs from Butlers and Anthon Berg.
I don't need chocolate from Godiva or Patchi,
A Caramel Toffee from Roses or Macintosh would indeed make me happy.
Chocolate cakes, chocolate chip cookies...oooooh I love them all,
Instead of joining a bank, I should've joined a cake shop or the chocolatier at the shopping Mall.
I would have enjoyed my job and tasted chocolate the entire day,
I would have worked for free I'm sure, I wouldn't worry about the pay!!

Life is a box of chocolates, you never know which one you're going to get,
Eat them all I say, once you get old and get diabetes, 
you'll not want to touch a single one, that's a sure shot bet!!

To Abstain or Not To Abstain......

To abstain or not to abstain from sweets, now, that is indeed the toughest question
Lent is just four days away, I need to make a quick decision!!
The Lenten season begins on 22February, Ash Wednesday,
Where Christians all over the world need to perform certain acts of penance or abstinence,
for nearly forty days.

Earlier I've abstained from meat and fish for the entire Lenten season,
And followed vegetarianism for forty days, 
though I yearned for all my favorite meats,
be it roast lamb, fish curry or fried chicken!
I did it for 5 years and then abstinence from meats seemed pretty easy,
But abstaining from anything sweet, now that,will surely drive me crazy!!

I love my morning cuppa tea with a spoonful of sugar or maybe two,
But tea without sugar, no way!!
that's abstinence too difficult to follow or do!

And what about those bars of Mars, Toblerone and Lindt,
all in the kitchen cabinet staring down at me,
There are just four days left, so I better start now and finish them off in a jiffy.
And there's a tub of Tiramisu ice cream that's lying in the refrigerator,
Now that's going to be difficult to finish, there's over one and a half litre!!

Some people abstain from alcohol or follow 'no alcohol' on Fridays,
But I am a teetotaler anyway, for me everyday is a "Dry day"!

Sometimes I wish I was a kid, younger than thirteen or a woman in her sixties,
Because abstinence doesn't apply to people,
belonging to any of those categories!
But I'm a thirty three year old woman and a mother too,
Need to set a good example to my toddler, though he's not even turned two.
Yes, I've got great will power, 
Yes, I've got the strength,
I am going to give up sweets these forty days,
But most of all I'll try to be a good human being, 
And that's not only during lent!!

Mikhail..The Cleanliness Freak!!

Mikhail is such a cleanliness freak,
He wants everything to be clean and neat!
I know we all want that too,
But this lil' guy wants everything neater and cleaner than me or you!

He will not eat chips or biscuits or chocolates on his own
If he dirties his fingers he let's out a funny groan!!
He holds out his hand or gives it a glaring stare,
Or gives me a look saying "please clean it" in despair.

If by chance he has dropped a tiny crumb at home or on the street,
He takes a tissue to clean it, to ensure it's clean and neat.
And if a little water on the floor he has dropped,
He leads me to the bathroom, to ensure that it'll be mopped.

Jam and toast instead of using his hands, he wants to eat with a fork,
"It's  fun to eat with your hands" I tell him" you can't always be a cleanliness Dork!"
I sometimes wonder from where Mikhail got this eccentric quality,
I know I am a cleanliness freak to a certain degree,
But this guy takes the cake in being a Cleanliness Freak, 
he's turning out to be worse than me!!

Why do we have names when we are 'Pet Named'!!

I sometimes wonder why I was first christened Charmaine,
If only I knew I was going to be rechristened again with a pet name!!
My family back home calls me at times "Charmuuu"
Which makes me feels like an Udupi Restaurant waiter,
 with a napkin on his shoulder named "Ramu"!
And friends sometimes call me "Charms" or " Charmzz"
Which I don't mind at all,
 cause' I maybe be for them a lucky charm or Talisman!!

When the husband came onto the scene he renamed me " Cutes"
Which was better than babe when we first met, 
thought he meant babe the pig, which was contradictory to how I looked!

When my brother was born and poor fella was born bald,
To his nightmare "Taklu" he was often called!
And he is called "Taklu" even till today,
Though the handsome guy has a thick crop as thick as hay!!

Now my son Mikhail is often renamed Mickey,
Poor fellow he may have big ears, 
but no way resembles the mouse from Walt Disney!!

There are people who are called Chinky and Pinky or Lovely or Bubbly,
which I find  different from their personalities and extremely funny!!
But who am I to make fun of names or pet names,
When I live in a glass house myself, 
I shouldn't throw stones on other's window panes!!

Bed Woes.....

This Afternoon Mikhail slept on his own car bed finally,
Taking his pillow along and his favourite Teddy.

Today it was me and the bed, just the two of us
I could sleep the way I wanted, without any fuss!

I could sleep horizontally, vertically with my arms open wide,
I didn't have to worry about my son's feet or head buried in my stomach, near my knees or my thighs!
I didn't have to be a trapeze artist or do a balancing act, 
With Mikhail sticking to me like a haversack on my aching back!

After ages, I had a bed all for me,
Before marriage it was the brother who slept diagonally,
After marriage in Mumbai, it was the husband who took more than half of the bed,
And I was stuck to a wall where I often bumped my head!

So you can understand why I am ecstatically happy,
Having a bed all to myself is indeed a rare luxury!
But I often wonder when we move from three to four,
I'll have to keep a mattress down below
Just in case I'm pushed by the other three Rangels 
Thud....onto the cold hard floor!!

From the Mouth of Mikhail....Mikhail's Lingo...

Mikhail has started to talk and boy does he come up with funny pronunciations of words, made a lists of the words he uses most often:

1. Instead of mama, he sometimes shouts out Amma, which I find quite surprising since there is no Malayali effect ( no offense to any of my Mallu friends). None of our ancestors were from Kerala, so really wonder how I'm called Amma!

2. For shoes he says 'tooose'

3. For urinating he says ' tutu' , he sounds like a train when he says that.

4. For excreting he says 'Pooh', emphasis on the letter 'h'.

5. For taxi he says 'tack chi'

6. He calls plants 'Paapi' which I find funny since there's absolutely no connection.

7. For T.V he says 'tee'

8. For IPad he says 'I pa'

9. For fish he says 'phish'

10. For rice, it's 'raice'

11. For ball it's bawl

12. Peace is peach

13. Happy is Apppy

14. He calls milk, dooodooo thanks to my father for teaching him Gujarati.

15. Knees are neeeese.

16. Toes are tose

17. For take that he says atta, so his lingo consists of some Marathi words too.

18. For diaper he says Pampar

19. For baby he says , bee bee

20. Lastly for tickle he says tuckatuck :)

There are many more words he says, but these are the ones he uses the most.
It's great fun listening to him with all the expressions and the sounds. Imagine when he actually starts talking...woe is me!!!!

Three and Three....Thirty Threeeee!!!

Thirty three years and still going strong
Wonder how many more years life will bring along!!
But enjoyed each and everyone of those thirty three,
Right from an infant till I turned from an ugly duckling to a pretty lady ;)!!
I'm grateful to my family, loved ones and fabulous friends,
Who've always showered me with lots of love and pampered me to no end!!
I'm sure they'd be thanking God for making me too,
there be no free entertainment, eccentricities  and fun, they'd know not what to do! :)

I've loved the way my life has turned out,
Wouldn't want to exchange it with another, there's absolutely no doubt!!
Thirty three years filled with lots of happy memories,
Looking forward to thirty three more....
More smiles and laughter and less tensions and worries!!

Valentine's day and the husband's late......

It's 6 o'clock in the evening and I'm waiting for my husband to get back home from work,
Wonder where he's going to take me out for dinner .....
It's supposed to be a surprise...an added perk!

I hope he doesn't buy me a bouquet of roses...they're really not worth it you see,
Cause' each rose is 10 dirhams, if you convert it into Indian Rupees, each rose is a hundred thirty!
I hope he doesn't buy me a card with hearts and Teddy bears,
I rather he tell me how he feels and how much he really cares!

It's 7 o'clock in the evening and there's no sign of him still,
Hope I don't have to cook up a Valentine's dinner, I know he'll be back home soon, I know he will!
I really don't mind if he takes me, just about anywhere,
It's not the about the place or the food, I'll be happiest only when I know he's with me, 
Oh yes ....thats the doorbell ring, oh yes he's finally there!

Valentine's day letter to my Valentine - My Husband!

My Dearest Husband,

16 June 2005, at the HSBC training center that's the first time on you I laid my eyes,
who thought I'd end up with you,my darling husband, 
for me indeed it was love at first sight.
Your lovely brown eyes, your height, your broad shoulders, your jet black hair,
I'm sorry though after marrying me, your hair has lessened up there!

I love our long conversations, they never seem to stop,
And the piping hot ginger tea you make at sharp 7 o'clock!
The warmest morning hug and the lovely morning kiss,
Oh...being married to you gives me a feeling of bliss!!

I love the way you love me no matter what I do,
Though sometimes I am childish and pretty annoying too.
And not that you are perfect, oh you're definitely not my dear,
But that's what makes us perfect, together with our imperfections, I'm sure!

I love the way you pamper me and many times give in to my ways,
I'll never forget when I was expecting, how you drove me at midnight to Baskin's,
for the double scoop brownie sundae!

I don't need today to say that 'I love you', you know that I do and I always will,
No matter where life or the next seven lives take us, I will always be yours and yours alone,
The one and only Mrs. Charmaine Nigel Rangel!!

Emotional blackmail letter to Husband, one day before Valentine's day ;)

My darling husband,

Valentine's day is tomorrow...so will you shower me with gifts along with your 'I Love You'
Or do you want to buy me a silk crimson dress and a pair of red suede shoes?
But don't expect me to jingle like Santa and laugh and say 'Ho Ho'
It's Valentine's day tomorrow honey....Christmas is over long ago!

Don't worry I'll make it simple...you can buy me a 50 cent carat diamond ring,
Or if that's burning a hole in your pocket I'll settle for simple diamond studded earrings.
Or if that's too expensive I don't mind a LV or Dior Clutch,
Now, now...my darling husband...it really doesn't cost that much.
Or you can buy me a watch, not a Rolex or an Omega,
I'll settle for a Rado my dear, now I'm sure you can buy that for your Senorita!

I'm not being a demanding wife or materialistic too,
I know you want to express yourself...ain't this the best way to say 'I Love You!'

Your one and only non materialistic wife!!

Life's tough....but we are tougher....

At times, life gets tough and the path we tread is uneven and rough,
But we have to learn to pick ourselves up and wipe away the blinding dust.
Tough times do not last, tough people do....
That's what we've all been taught and in time it does hold true.

Life sometimes hurls at us good and bad surprises,
The good surprises are often welcome...but the bad ...we don't know of what it comprises.
It may be a heartbreak, it may be a sudden death or loss,
It may be a court case, a sickness or firing from a horrible boss.
But we have to take all the bad like the good in our stride,
Life's path can't always be smooth, along the way there will be a bumpy ride.

If life was perfect and God gave us all we wanted,
We wouldn't count the blessings bestowed on us and we'd take everything for granted.
Remember God gave us endless treasures but not peace of mind and rest
If he gave that to us too, we would never turn to him....no worries or unrest.
So all I'm trying to say is accept the good with the bad,
As time passes by you'll realize one day ....tough times will fade...you'll smile and be glad.

RIP Whitney!!

Got a shock to hear Whitney Houston's no more
No one can sing the way she sang for more than two decades or so.
This multimillion selling singer emerged in the eighties as one of her generations greatest R & B voices,
Sadly spoiling it all, with cocaine and an abusive marriage,
Unfortunately making the wrong choices.

Whitney was strikingly beautiful with talent beyond compare, 
with a voice so scintillating, so pure so rare.
Her voice would give me goosebumps especially when she sang 'I will always love you',
She sang it better than Dolly Parton....I'm sure you thought that too.
I remember in the 80s &90s, my generation listened to her songs,
Her ' I wanna dance with somebody' would make us dance along.

Whitney Houston was a Diva and what a Diva she was,
She's featured in the Guinness book as the female singer with the maximum awards.
Yes indeed she deserved it and very rightly so,
It's sad she lived only till 48 ...it's sad she is no more.

I'm sure she'll be singing and entertaining all the Gods above,
With Gospel songs from 'The Preacher's Wife' and her hit 'My love is your love'!
So Rest in Peace dear Whitney, may God grant you eternal rest,
You will always be loved and remembered as the singing greatest and the best!

Being Content

It's four o'clock in the evening and I'm thinking how happy I am,
I am content with my life, happy with God's plan.
I've learnt to appreciate the little things life brings 
Cause' I know if we wait for the big things to happen, 
I'll waste my time waiting and find life mundane and boring.
Yes, I have my share of problems and I have my ups and downs,
But I rather see myself with my mouth curled up, rather than the other way around.

Life at times is tough and slaps us in the face, 
But it's how we tread the difficult path, accept life with a warm embrace.
Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect and just so
It means looking beyond imperfections and maybe even more.
I've always been happy go lucky and content somehow,
I even remember having a shirt once, with a picture saying 'Contented Cow'

I'm not trying to preach, I'm not trying to brag,
Its just that I'd rather see people happy, than make them sorry and sad.
All I'm trying to say is be content with your life and the little things around,
Your family, your friends or the little pup you brought home from the dog pound.

 So once again I say be content with life, the little things and the joy it brings
Cause' one day you'll realize as time passes they were indeed the big things.

If God granted me one wish........

If God granted me one wish..I'd wish it for you,
That he'd shower all his choicest blessings and make all your dreams come true.

I'd wish God grant you happiness and health and wealth galore,
So that you'd never run out of it, never need to ask for more.

I'd wish that he'd take a few years of my life and increase your life span too,
So that you accomplish and achieve all that you want and all what you've set out to do.

If God granted me one wish..I'd wish all your troubles and tensions to go away,
This is a wish straight from my heart Dear friends..even though I'm so far away.

Toddler Tantrums...

Toddlers at times are such a bother,
Their mood changes as often as the erratic weather,
They want cookies for breakfast instead of scrambles,
And if they don't get what they want, they cry and mumble.
Instead of soup, they want custards for lunch,
And instead of milk, on chocolates they want to munch.
They want to watch Nursery Rhymes instead of football play,
And like bullied poor souls we mothers, don't get to watch television the entire day!
They are smart and independent and want to do what we do,
If you don't allow them to do so, they'll rave and rant and your brains they'll chew.
They know how to manipulate and control us mothers,
They know they can't try these tricks with their strict, loud baritone fathers.
But then mothers are built in such a way,
To manage our toddlers whims and fancies day after day after day after day...
That doesn't mean we pamper or spoil them rotten,
But sometimes we need to teach them what is right and once in a way have to give in.
I sometimes wonder how my mother managed me,
Lucky for her, now the husband faces my tantrums and not she,
that too at an age of ripe old thirty three.. :).

Agneepath 2012....better than Agneepath 1990

Agneepath, Agneepath, Agneepath different from the remake of the 1990 one ...
has become a worldwide hit so fatafat, fatafat, fatafat.

A simple story of a son avenging his father's death by taking revenge,
Where most of the actors are drenched with blood right till the end.

Produced by Karan Johar's Dharma Productions,
A stellar performance given by Hrithik Roshan.
This Greek God showed his acting prowess as Vijay Dinanath Chauhan,
A role which he enacted with great elan.

But what I also loved was the role of Kancha Cheena,
played by our very own Bad boy of Bollywood, Sanju Baba.
His bald look, his evil grin..
Gave me a sick feeling within.

Rishi Kapoor as the villainous Rauf Lala,
Will surely shut his critics mouth with a 'Navtaal' taala,
As a loathsome flesh trader and drug dealer...a role he has never done before,
such a fine performance...hope he performs villainous roles galore.
From his lover boy image to a skin crawling villain,
He has surely unleashed the tiger in him.

Priyanka Chopra seems cosmetic wasted in her role as Kaali,
Nothing different in her acting..nothing niraali.
But Katrina sizzles in her jhatkas and matkas in Chikni Chameli,
Seeing her, the audiences will bajao seetees and maro taalis.

All in all Agneepath 2012 is a sensational movie filled with riveting brutality,
Shot superbly capturing Mandwa and Mumbai's raw beauty.
I loved it though I found it very long,
Please do watch Agneepath for a tingling sensation, but do not forget to take a balm for your backside along.

Swear words or Bad words...their origin??

I sometimes wonder who invented bad words or swear words, like the 'Fs' and 'Bs' and MC, BC, mf, etc etc.
They have now become a part of the English language, some are even found in the Oxford dictionary. Did some research and found 4 words which are used most often.

Let's start with a word I use the most Shit.
Word History: The word shit appeared about 1,000 years ago and can be traced back to Old Norse origin ’skíta’. It first leaked into Old English as ’scitte’ and from there forming into Middle English as ’sch?tte.’ Anglo-Saxon books use ’scittan’ as a reference to when the cattle had diarrhoea. For most of its history it was spelled ’shite’ though evidence of its now modern spelling can be found in books dated as far back as the mid-1700’s. Even today we find remains of the world in the Icelandic language. The words ’skítur’ (noun) and ’skíta’ (verb) are still used.

Extensive slang usage; verb meaning “to lie, to tease” is from 1934; that of “to disrespect” is from 1903. Noun use for “obnoxious person” is since at least 1508; meaning “misfortune, trouble” is attested from 1937. Shat is a humorous past tense form, not etymological, first recorded 18c. Shite, now a jocular or slightly euphemistic variant, formerly a dialectal variant, reflects the vowel in the O.E. verb (cf. Ger. scheissen). Shit-faced “drunk” is 1960s student slang; shit list is from 1942. To not give a shit “not care” is from 1922; up shit creek “in trouble” is from 1937. Scared shitless first recorded 1936.

Shit is now a very common and not so frowned upon swear word.

So that's about shit...

Next word Fuck

Word History: The word fuck, much like shit (and actually the majority of common curse words), came from languages with a Germanic background. It is believed that it came into our language from the Dutch around the 15th century. The word was so taboo that a small amount of documents remain that would allow us to have a better understanding of its origins. The reason that little evidence remains was that people at the time were too afraid to write the word down.

The obscenity fuck is a very old word and has been considered shocking from the first, though it is seen in print much more often now than in the past. Its first known occurrence, in code because of its unacceptability, is in a poem composed in a mixture of Latin and English sometime before 1500.

It is thought to be an Acronym for Fornication Under Consent of King. This acronym was placed on placards to be posted on doors of couples who had permission from the King to have sex.

Asshole..
The word asshole is from the word arse, which according to the Oxford English Dictionary has been in use since the 11th century to refer to the ass of an animal. Starting roughly around 14th century it was used to refer to a person’s buttocks.

Around 1500 the combined form ‘arsehole’ was first used in its literal form to refer to the anus. The metaphorical use that refers to the worst place in a region (e.g., “the asshole of the world”) is first attested in print in 1865. Its use to refer to a despicable person is first record in 1933.

To the rest of the English speaking world, the word ass is still interpreted as donkey.

And last but not the least Bitch.
Bitch is a term for the female of a canine in general. It is also frequently used as an offensive term for a malicious, spiteful, domineering, intrusive, or unpleasant person, especially a woman.

This second meaning has been in use since around 1400. When used to describe a male, it may also confer the meaning of “subordinate”, especially to another male, as in prison.

Generally, this term is used to indicate that the person is acting outside the confines of their gender roles, such as when women are assertive or aggressive, or when men are passive or servile. More recent variants of bitch are bitchy, ill-tempered (1925), and to bitch, to complain (1930).

Since the 1980s, the term “bitch” became more and more accepted and less offensive. After the word was widely used between rivals Krystle and Alexis on the drama Dynasty, it gained usage, in malicious contexts or otherwise, and is now very rarely censored on television broadcasts. Prior to the term’s general acceptance, euphemism terms were often substituted, such as “gun” in the phrase “son of a gun” as opposed to “son of a bitch“. More generally the term has also acquired the meaning of something unpleasant or irksome, as in the expression “Life’s a Bitch”.

So when you want to use any of the above...read the blog. :).