tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312015282012-01-27T11:16:59.750+08:00About the small & petty things that accumulate everyday to make a lifetime.Radhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019567538933256974noreply@blogger.comBlogger3341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31201528.post-45207180585259121982012-01-27T10:32:00.002+08:002012-01-27T10:37:08.343+08:00

We went to see the exhibit of "A Moving Masterpiece" on the recommendation from a friend & we were glad we did. The exhibit is based on a 1000-year old Chinese scroll painting (a national treasure in China now) painted by the imperial painter of the Song Dynasty to depict life in the then-capital of Bian Jing. It shows life in the peak of a 'golden era' in the Song dynasty's rule. The exhibitors

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This was from a charity event at work....The bank had organised an auction for art work created by under-priviliedged kids from all across Asia. I bid for this crayon-work by a 10 year old girl from India who was asked to draw her thoughts on the subject "My Hopes & Dreams". Her hand-written note at the back says that her hope is to be the master of a world made of chocolates where chocolate

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Sometimes we focus too much on what we don't have. Its time to focus on & cherish the wonderful things we do have.

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Last year, I started a little tradition of writing my own My World this Year post :) So keeping with this new tradition, here's the year 2011 in retrospect:2011 was the first year when I actually kept my new years' resolution (yippie!). It involved visits to the gym (with reducing frequency, but what the hell, I take credit for going at all). It also involved my first trekking expedition (my

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- K has picked up the word "shoot" (from friends at school, I guess) and uses it in all the wrong ways (I'll shoot the car into the wall; the elephant shooted water with its trunk; and so on). It's scary. Even though on a daily basis he continues to be a peace-loving child.- K was told by an older girl in school that only babies wear diapers & grown-ups wear "panties". So he asked his dad to buy

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The man in a Ferragamo tie,With ironed pleated trousers,And a jacket to match,Loafers made of animal hide,And a shiny metal watch.A thumb rolling over the Blackberry scroller,Eyes speed-reading an email,While he quibbles on his phone,About two basis-points,That could cost dollars million & half.Confident he'll meet his ambition,He's been successful so far,He's a man of aspiration,I'm not quite

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Attended an evening of poetry with the legendary Gulzaar at Singapore's Esplanade theatre & was absolutely blown away. Alongside Gulzar, was another writer - Pavan Varma - who has translated some of Gulzar's work into English. And although the english translation almost never had the same quality of expression, we were thankful for it in any case; mainly because it served as a guide for some

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I was first introduced to the local Singaporean coffee and tea around 4 years ago, by some friends at work. A hot beverage with condensed milk & loads of sugar - -it was revolting at first & I continued to rely on my exhorbitant cup of Starbucks on most mornings. But over the period of time, I've learnt how to make the best of my local coffee or tea. The important thing is to ask for the right

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So this was the first time I ever heard of the Living Goddess Kumari. It seemed fine (somewhat) in theory - a young girl is an image of the divine female energy which gave birth to the universe. And in any case, there are many who believe that the divine resides in all of us; so I didn't think it odd that the Nepalis worship a Living Goddess.But then we visited the Living Goddess' home (Kumari

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Me & 17 girls from work went spent last week in Nepal & it was such an adventure! We pushed boundaries....physically its the longest I've walked & steepest I've climbed. We camped in tents, huddled in sleeping bags, found innovative toilet solutions in the wild, battled the leeches that got to some of us, walked downhill in slippery monsoony terrain and saw the most beautiful of sights along the

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We found this Chinese antique store in Singapore & I love shopping there. I like going there on weekends just to have a look. We have already got a lot of stuff from the store & sometimes I wish for a bigger apartment just so that I could fit some more of these pretty things in. I know it sounds insane, but how great is this 60-year old elm cabinet!

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We were in Chennai this weekend. For just two days - Saturday & Sunday. And on Monday morning, K spills his milk and goes,"Aiyo!" :)

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I absolutely LOVE this piece of poetry - I love it for its complete lack of inhibition. I love the paradox: you hear the voice of a feminist but one who sees herself through the eyes of men; who is fearless enough to flaunt her desires but you wonder about the shallowness of her self-image; who wants to show how little she cares about men but finds it difficult to actually do so; who can start

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This gorgeous creature is our unofficial new pet. It comes to our condo with a bunch of it's friends in the evenings to snack on the little cookie crumbs that our security guard leaves for them. Sometimes they come in twos, sometimes in fours. Some days they don't show up at all. Upon some google-based research, I found out that these birds are the "Oriental pied-hornbills" and are listed as '

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H & I converse in English with each other & use Marathi as a "secret-language" in Singapore (when I want to say something nasty about someone in that person's presence or H needs to tell me its K's diaper which is stinking up a crowded room, we switch to Marathi). H has accepted generally that Hindi has little relevance in our household, but often gets bouts of "I would be betraying my roots if

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Before I had a chance to recover from the jetlag of the NY trip, we headed out to the US again. On holiday this time. And to the other coast. It was all about family reunions in the cities (H's brother's family lives near LA; met with my cousin golfing goddesses in Vegas after I don't know how many years & then met with my cousins-I-grew-up-with in San Francisco & took a road trip to Monterey).

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Midnight in Paris - I really enjoyed it, although it borders on cheesy (before going back to being charming). Water for Elephants - Could've been an epic love story, but isn't. Definitely isn't. Limitless - Your staple Hollywood thriller stuff. Source Code - Firstly, how great is Jake Gyllenhall. The movie is interesting as well. A thriller with a twist & the ability to make you wonder.

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It was exhilarating being a Manhattan banker for a week. I stayed in a hotel in midtown, walked to a bagel shop in the mornings for breakfast & coffee, then walked to Park Avenue for work, people-watching as I walked (both men & women in NY are so well styled!); I had a cubicle with a view of the Empire State building; and I lunched & dined in chic Manhattan cafes with interesting people everyday

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Off to New York this Sunday for a week. Its going to be my longest work trip since Kabeer (Hong Kong was 5 days, but for NY the long flights eat into the weekends on either side of the week). So while I'm excited prefessionally as well as personally, the thought of a week without K throws me into occassional bouts of depression. Besides, the time-zones are going to make it impossible to Skype

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Read this paper by an economist on the Palestine-Israel conflict. Mahatma Gandhi would've said, "I told you so" (well, perhaps not); but politics and nationalistic fervour do not have the rational approach of an economist or a pacifist, I suppose.Econometric techniques allow us to empirically test the degree to which violence on each side occurs in response to aggression by the other side. Prior

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I can't say I'm particularly disappointed in the Intelligence folks. Anyone who has been at Kabutar-khana or Zaveri-bazaar can vouch that there's no way to spot that man with a bomb in those crowded markets.They perhaps could've stopped the bombs from entering the country or city? But in a city where a fake passport comes so cheap and hundreds of shanty-boats offload tonnes of who-knows-what on

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It was our anniversary this week & because I often get paranoid about the death of romance in our marriage-after-kids, we did take a day off from work. But eventually spent it doing odd pending chores (there simply are so many things to do!).I complain about it to H, but not whole-heartedly. There are different kinds of romances. There's the romance of the Paris-kind (which is most often referred

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My love for certain types of food comes & goes in phases (Have been through a "Din Tai Fung" phase where I ate dumplings for lunch all days of a week; have been through a McFlurry phase where every meal had to end with McFlurry for dessert; and have been through a Butter Chicken phase which lasted 9 months of my pregnancy)This is my current phase: Dan Dan Mian. I wake up every morning telling

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The ancient land,Where the Gods were born,Land of a mighty Hercules,And his fits of Insanity. As the Parliament argues,Over austerity & EU bail-outs;Who survives that grave fall from glory,But Insanity.

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K (loudly, pointing to an old bearded Muslim man): Mama, look Santa Claus!Me: Stop pointing please. That's not Santa.K (still pointing & loud): That's not Santa? Is that Mr. Gnome?=======================Me: The waiter is getting coffee for everyone. We've asked him to get some coffee for you too!K (when the waiter is at our table): Mama, is this man getting some?=======================K saw his

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A personal tragedy struck us on Sunday. We got a phone call from Dubai that we had lost a friend. To a mental-illness which we knew of, but never suspected it to be life-threatening in this fashion.Seeing the tragedy of untimely death so closely has made our whole world questionable. The thought of people being transient - especially the ones we love so dearly - is excrutiating. Time starts to

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The book has been on my bookshelf for a long time, but hadn't been picked up. It's an old book as well; written a while ago. When I did finally read it though, I absolutely loved it & I am glad I read it when I did. If I had read it 30 years ago (roughly when it was written), it may have seemed excessively pessimistic. But reading it in retrospect, in light of where Pakistan is today, it reads

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Shakespeare in the park was back this year with Macbeth and we had almost-front row seats (some enthusiastic queuing up that was!) in Fort Canning Park. It was my first time watching a Shakespearean play since college (was my second time watching Macbeth actually); and the first time ever watching a play in a park. We had our picnic mats & picnic baskets & beer cans - we had fun.Adrian Pang as

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We didn't see it coming. We were the smug delusional parents who were in denial. Our cute & calm little K would never be a victim of Tantrumitis; we said. But it came. And it got him.A plate full of food was thrown on the floor yesterday in a fit of rage. Followed by a refusal to say 'sorry' (and he used to love saying sorry & thank you only a few months ago!).The power of stamping feet, thumping

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We drove to Kuantan on the eastern coast of Malaysia over the Easter weekend. Malaysia is very diverse and none of the places we've visited so far have been like the other (Kuala Lumpur was the quintessential busy Asian city, Cameron Highlands had the hilly tea plantations & forest areas, Port Dickson had the small 'kampong' appeal & Melaka had a side-serving of history & heritage).Kuantan has

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Bin Laden is dead. It should've been a tale of 'good wins over evil' but was not quite. I think it was the image of Americans cheering on the streets that made it ugly. They looked a lot like the jihadis cheering over revenge; thirsting for blood. They were carrying posters of "Osama 0; Obhama 1". There's something savage about a street party when a man gets shot & dies - even when the man is a

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....since we left Dubai & moved to Singapore. Even today, given a chance I would move back to Dubai in a heartbeat. I don't hate Singapore, but I don't love it either. Dubai, I do love. I love it for its people & I miss sorely everyone I met there.ps: This post comes after a phone chat with a long-separated friend from Dubai. I loved hearing your Middle Eastern accent; catching up on the

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We went to an amusement park on Sunday. It was my first time in one since (I think) Essel World in Mumbai maybe 10-12 years ago. I wasn't a big fan....the spinning rides made me queasy. But this time we stuck to the rides that basically don't make you want to throw up and suddenly we were 5-year-olds again :)The water rides were perfect for a warm sunny Singaporean afternoon. K enjoyed the '

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A young girl working her second shift,in a factory on the outskirts of Guangdong,sticking the last "Made in China" sticker,just before she returns home by bus,away from the loud groaning machinery.Grateful for the big order this month,for the extra cash that she would send home,and keep 20 yuan back perhaps for a treat, She felt like a princess today,This was it; the last batch of memorabilia,"

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In the past few months, we've been noticing in K a wonderful new thing that's developed out of nowhere - Imagination. It started off slowly -- he's been playing with his miniature cars and pretending they made a vrooming sound; he has had a pretend-dispenser for rice & porridge in his toy kitchen because he couldn't be bothered to cook; he has always insisted that Humpty Dumpty did get fixed by

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I read this article in the NY Times today. Researchers trying to resolve the debate on whether there is a correlation between happiness & having kids. This is their interesting conclusion:"The most striking findings revolved around parenthood and age. Whether it is a function of exhaustion, bickering over diapers or something inherently unpleasant about raising little children, the data doesn’t

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My throat is sore from screaming too much & and my palms are sore from clapping too often!I have new respect for Nehra - for delivering a good performance when everyone doubted whether he deserved to be there.I have new respect for Raina's composure - dude, I had to pee twice in two overs just watching you play and you were there. In the middle of it all. I have new respect for Sachin's shoes - I

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The agony of that waitBoth hands on the headThe sinking of the heartAnd then a glimmer of hopePerhaps a benefit of doubt?Perhaps not?Holding back a cheerBut letting go of a clapAs the world moves in slow motionThe fate of a billionReviewed by one third-umpire!

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* I'm half-way through with making changes in a spreadsheet when Excel crashes & I have saved nothing.* I fill-in an online form & the "Save/Submit" button at the bottom has turned a dissmal grey & my mouse does not have the power to save or submit all the information I've painstakingly typed out.* I make a presentation in a new version of powerpoint but when I open it from a laptop with another

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One of the coolest moments of the trip was when we got to see the dressing room of the Kathakali dancers. I have studied Indian classical dance, but this was my first exposure to Kathakali in particular. It's unique in many ways; its much more colourful, theatrical & larger than life as compared to a Bharatnatyam; even the music makes louder & more dramatic use of percussion; the focus being on

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We landed in Kochi on Saturday & took a taxi to Kumarakom the following morning. After driving past hundreds of Mamoothy billboards & numerous cafes called "Malabar Palace", we reached our resort facing the beautifully tranquil Lake Vembanad. There was a constant (but slow & peaceful) traffic of fishing boats & house-boats sailing past our villa & we saw postcard-like images of the rustic life on

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In a week where revolutionaries took to the streets, dictators tumbled and oil prices made everyone nervous; we focussed on things that matter the most: Food & mojitos. We had a barbeque party at home. Our friend D told us that barbequed garlics are tasty, but we didn't believe her. Turns out, they're not all that bad. Another first - barbequed mock meat. For our vegetarian friends. Turns out,

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We spent the Chinese New Year holidays in Thailand this year. Our cousin lives in Banchang - a small town off Pattaya - working on a power plant project there. We visited them, enjoyed good family time, ate some yummy food, visited Pattaya and some other non-touristy beaches along the coast, and watched K spend some time with his older (but still little) cousin Arnav-bhaiya. Some picture memories

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Since last week, K has started using the expression, "I think". It came out of the blue & just like that, he was using it in everyday conversations. Not that he has any deep profound thoughts yet; he thinks simple things like, "I think we should go swimming"....but the expression itself is a big deal - an assertion of his individual self & his mind; and a reminder to us that he's growing up fast!

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Read this very insightful article in the New Yorker - it's not about parenting at all; but about the science of the mind. Coincidentally, in the same week I read a lot of articles on the superiority of the tiger mom - how a disciplinarian Asian mom raised two very accomplished girls.Being a modern Asian parent is a tough balancing act, I would imagine. On one hand, we Asians are conditioned to

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Over the weekend, we went to the OH! Open House Walkabout - it's an art exhibit held in peoples' homes and this year the curators chose 5 HDB homes in Marine Parade as the venue of these exhibits. The concept was very cool - to bring art out of pretentious galleries and place it in unpretentious HDB homes associated with middle class heartland Singapore. The artists drew their inspiration from

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Why do they consume calories for a drink which tastes almost the same? How different is one cola from another, really!

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As always, the last week of December was spent in India. Every year, Bombay & Pune look different to us - We've been living outside India for long & its interesting to see these new versions of our much loved cities. Almost every consumer brand in the world is drooling over the Indian cities and its amusing to see their "indianised" products. Wrigleys chewing gum has ayurvedic satva in it

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The smiling server at the fast food chain says "Merry Christmas".There are red coffee mugs at the neighbouring Starbucks.Bright flashy lights that come with a "high voltage" warning.Tall Christmas trees with their glitzy ornaments & some caroling.Special deals; discounts; and queues for the free gift wrapping.The "Sale" signs on the display windows are prominent & strapping.Spend $100 on your

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It's that time of the year again! 2010 flew by; it was probably the fastest and busiest year of my life. The little toddler at home was definitely the highlight of the year. I don't think I ever consciously chose it, but work, friends and rest of the family took a backseat in my life this year - I was too busy being a mum; it consumed all my energy and heart and soul. There's positive growth to

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We had a long weekend for Diwali and combined a work trip with the long weekend to spend some time in Sydney. We simply walked around the city aimlessly, sat at cafes along the harbour and watched people walk by - - it was a much needed break from what has been very busy and hectic time at work for both H & me. But since you asked, here are some interesting tidbits of random information from the

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We are proud home-owners in Sinagpore and moved into our *own* place over the weekend. Apart from the nightmares of the corporate slavery we're going to have to sustain over the next 30 years to pay off that huge debt; we are settling in fine. The past many days have been all about lampshades, curtains, sofas, toilet fittings, baby-proofing material, and many trips to a far-flung furniture mall.

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Two of my least favourite things about Singapore are happening simultaneously this year - Formula One & Mooncakes.Formula One is the week where all roads to & from my office are blocked off; the trains are crowded (because the roads are blocked) and everyone in the city seems to be ready to spend hundreds/thousands of dollars for VIP seats/ walk around tickets/ bars with a F1 view/ Singapore

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K is at that unpredictable age where we are always unsure about what could catch his fancy. Like, when we ask him what his favourite car is, he replies either 'dumper truck' or 'garbage truck'. He finds worms very cuddly, but teddy bears not so much; he always makes an effort to walk into dog-poo when playing in the park; stares up the skirts of women at malls; and thinks food is always tastier

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I am the introvert's friend;The one who's wary of conversations,But fears loneliness more perhaps.Who wants to be in touch,From a distance only however;I can make it easy for him;I can make that happen,The illusion of being with people,Without the messiness of strings.Who am I?

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These were all real conversations from Frankfurt...It was so much fun catching up with you guys!!=========H: Do you think German shepherds are called 'Shephards' here?R: Do you think Frankfurters are called 'ers' here?=========Li'l I: (looking at the handout of the church service at the wedding) Amma, I want to order fish curry!=========U: (on the apple-wine tram) Why would they serve Apple-wine

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The last two ports on our cruise were the two jewels we hadn't heard of/ known of before and completely took us by surprise by their beauty. The island of Rhodes was one. We visited the old Acropolis in Rhodes followed by the Old Town of Rhodes - which is one of the prettiest medieval towns on the planet and like being on the movie set of Lord of the Rings!The Palace in Rhodes was classical Greek

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The Adriatic coastline is pretty beyond words.We left Venice and the next port was Bari (Italy). Near Bari, there's an ancient town called Matera which is believed to be one of the oldest human settlements that is still inhabited. The town is completely carved out of stone [and therefore called 'sassi'] and makes a really pretty picture!After Bari, we visited 4 Greek ports. The first among them

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So as I was saying in my last post, we landed in Venice next. There's no denying the beauty of Venice, its quaint bridges and cafes; beautiful structures and the gondolas. We had seen so many movies shot in Venice, but when we saw the real thing we realised we had under-estimated the size of this city! It wasn't just one Grand Canal and a couple of small ones; its a much bigger city than we had

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I have not posted on the blog for a while, but there's a good reason for that. We were holidaying in Europe for 2 weeks! First up was Frankfurt to watch one of my oldest friends get married in a beautiful ceremony in one of the prettiest cathedrals ever. An ancient heritage venue, a bright red sari, beautifully henna-ed hands, yellow sunflower bouquets, a bilingual service; it was all so romantic

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So why do Cobb & team think "inception" is such an impossibly difficult thing to do anyway? Isn't that how advertising, peer pressure and housing bubbles work? Because someone 'incepts' an idea in our minds which we believe is our own? Hacking into dreams probably is the most expensive although the coolest option, yes!A great thriller of a movie, by the way!

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K is officially a toddler now. His crib has been converted to a bed; his cloth-shoes have been replaced by Crocs; he's off his Avent bottles and on to straw & sippy-cups; his gibberish is slowly turning into real words. The pace and enormousness of these changes are exciting and also slightly depressing. I'm proud of my muchkin's little milestones; but can't let go of the babyhood which I already

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Butter-chicken and roti for lunch.A walk with K; him on his 'elephant car'.A late night movie with friends.Pictures of friends on Facebook & a 'like' button under them.Unexpectedly finding black trousers that fit well, at the mall.Threading of some bushy eyebrows.A sleeping baby. In his own crib.The universe is finally paying me back for all the heartache & headache it has caused me over the past

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I love star gazing. This weekend, we spent some quality geek-time looking at the sky through the telescope. I could go on about the different sights we enjoyed & admired; but then it would be like narrating an incident which is interesting only if you see it first-hand; not when you hear of it. I am however, going to blog about why I thought the experience was so special.People love to go on top

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Your chubby hands, wobbly walk, loud chuckles, short pajamas, mouth smeared with strawberry yogurt, incorrigible words, pretend phone-conversations, drooly kisses, sparkly smiles.I could keep watching you forever & not get bored!

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* I've been pondering lately whether I really know what the term "true calling" means. And if I do, is this it?* I learnt that Atlas Shrugged is going to be a movie. And so is Life of Pi. Don't like the sound of that!* The dilemma of a working mother has been nagging me quite persistently. Always treading that fine line between a 'good mother' and 'guilty mother' can be tiring. Seeing a

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This turned out to be a lovely movie. Phalke stumbled into a movie-tent and watched a silent English movie about 100 years ago and decided to make India's first motion picture. And the journey that followed was an inspiring, sensitive, humorous and passionate pursuit of one eccentric but visionary man's single-minded resolve.What I liked about the movie:1> It's made in Marathi. I wonder whether

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We went to Melaka over the weekend. Our hotel was located right in the middle the UNESCO World Hertiage Site; the really old town, its shophouses, the remnants of the Dutch fortress and churches,and the rest; and we enjoyed walking around the town.You know, sometime you visit a place & find it too touristy or too commercialised .... that happened to us in Melaka. But somehow the touristy culture

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It seems like ever since I decided to lose weight the universe has been conspiring against me. I was in Mumbai on work last week and this was my lunch menu through out the trip:Wednesday - Kombdi-wada from GomantakThursday - Garlic Pepper Prawns from Mahesh Lunch HomeFriday - Keema Pav from Cafe ExcelsiorSaturday - Crab Masala from GajaleeSunday - Brunch at Just Around the CornerDear

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Dessert buffet = Bad idea !!

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A play from & about Bombay came to Singapore; so obviously we had to go watch it. Directed by Rahul Dacunha, "Me, Kash & Cruise" is a story of 3 friends who meet at St. Xaviers college - one is a brooding arty-type guy, there's a pretty, perky & rich South-Mumbai girl, and there's a simple-minded Delhi-walla who's recently moved to Mumbai; and the 20-odd years they spend together in Mumbai. And

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I've been out of touch with Hollywood lately, but following all the awards, we finally watched "The Hurt Locker" last week. I thought it was a movie with a few weaknesses and a few strengths, but on the whole, it moved me.The movie is about heroism in war, and about the adrenalin-rush of being in an intense war situation. I won't say I relate to a soldier who craves the adrenalin of being in a

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1. Invitations2. Food & drinks3. Return gifts4. Helium Balloons5. Party hats

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Watching a baby grow up is a fascinating thing; not just as a parent, but also as an observer. A baby is born with nothing more than basic instincts - a survival instinct; an instinct to suck for food; and perhaps a faint instinct that tells him who his mother is.And now at 11 months he already has a 'personality'. He has a mind; he has thoughts; he has preferences, he knows cause-n-effect, he

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is finally framed and hanging on the wall in our living room!

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I admit, Bali is not the same when you go there with an infant. We weren't those carefree bag-packers on rented 2-wheelers; we were the resort-by-Kuta-beach holidayers! It's not something we used to do in our pre-parenthood life, but something we don't have too much trouble getting used to! :) Some picture memories...

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A big white wall"Keep Mumbai clean".Thoo, a red splutter.

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Sounds like an interesting film & I want to watch. But more importantly, I would love to hear Shyam Benegal talk about it. (PS: Have I mentioned on my blog that I met Shyam Benegal once long ago - when I was in B-school & he was making Zubeida - and I remember thinking that I didn't want him to stop talking!)

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H & I have been exchanging our theories about Lost & are waiting for the final season.We both agree that the guys are stuck in a time-loop (In the last episode of the last season, the man-who-is-Locke says to Jacob “They come, they fight, they destroy, they corrupt, it always ends the same”…Jacob replies…"It only happens once, anything before that is just progress”). Apart from that, we don't

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I'm going to miss the toothlessness :-(

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I've been working from our Mumbai office all this week on a short work stint. It's been kind of strange. I'm working in Mumbai after 6-7 years; and although I love it here, I have to admit sometimes its just not the same Mumbai for me anymore (I'm just nostalgic, not anti-progress).What else? Was my first time on the sea-link this Monday. It's no doubt an iconic structure & the Mumbai skyline

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Avatar: I was disappointed with the movie. Visually, it was undoubtedly beautiful, imaginative & the mega-scale of it was breathtaking. I was a bit envious of the animation team; I wish I had a job like that - to let your imagination lose & to dream up a new & beautiful world. Also, 3D was fun*. The movie on the whole, however, was not so great for me.3 Idiots: Had a good number of hilarious

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It was the kind of break that deserves another break to recover from the break. A wedding, a jetlagged 9-month old & a whole lot of family & friends!

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And found that Nat Geo's Photo-of-the-day pics are very cool :)

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Last year, I was in Dubai when I celebrated my 30th birthday. It was a turning point of sorts - I had a baby on his way; I had just noticed the first few strands of grey in my hair & I was entering a new decade in my life. It was a bit unnerving.The 31st, in contrast, is completely -- um, what's the right word for it? -- "un-unnerving". I'm loving the 30s!!! I really am. I can't imagine why I was

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This Sunday afternoon we went to the Seletar Flying Club on the outskirts of the city. It's quite a unique spot - sipping beer (or cola if you're a nursing mum), overlooking an aircraft hangar & a beautiful sunset. Nice evening.

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Our friend A told us about this movie screening. Saint Jack was made in 1979 & banned in Singapore for almost 30 years. The ban was finally lifted & the movie was brought here by the National Museum for 2 screenings over the weekend. It sounded compelling & we promptly asked A to buy tickets for us.The movie is about an American man Jack Flowers, a pimp (unabashedly so) making his living in

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We went to Orchard Road today to show Kabeer the Christmas decoration & I was pretty unhappy with what they've done to poor Rudolf the Reindeer. Firstly, he's a she; and secondly he's some sort of a fashion-diva who loves shoes & fashion accessories!

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Oh. My. God. This is the awesomest book I've ever read! Everything about it - the narrative style, the plot, the characters, loved it all. What I loved the most were the details though. The details of every character in the book, of every place in the book, of every scene in the book. Wow.

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When someone says something offensive or rude to me, I almost never can think of a smart comeback right away; and then (sometimes days later) I'll think of a witty reparte, but it would already be too late to use it. And its such a burden of missed opportunity, I can't wait for that person to say/do something mean again.Maybe I need to get a life.

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Sound like a terrible idea to me...maybe I'll try them nevertheless. This is at one of my favourite breakfast places in Singapore, by the way.

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Can't use the "I-had-a-baby" excuse forever....Must lose weight!

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This weekend we went to Pulau Ubin, a small island village on the eastern coast of Singapore, with some friends. Its a bum-boat ride away from Singapore. Once there, we had a lazy afternoon lunch & then rented bicycles & cycled across the island. It's a quiet, green, beautiful place; particularly at some points along our route, the view was spectacular. The humidity & heat aside, it was a perfect

Radhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019567538933256974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31201528.post-30631987631205161482009-10-28T20:15:00.002+08:002009-10-28T21:22:27.803+08:00

Every time I listen to this song, I find myself picturing a hotshot equity trader sitting at his desk sometime in September-08, peering with disbelief at his Bloomberg screen, with his Rolex-clad hand clutching his head & his mouth in an "O". I wonder what Coldplay was thinking about... I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave the wordNow in the morning I sleep aloneSweep the streets I

Radhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019567538933256974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31201528.post-90222040226783264942009-10-18T08:49:00.009+08:002009-10-24T20:41:37.535+08:00

The festival of lights & sparkles was special this year - it was Kabeer's first. There were laddoos, poori-aloo, lights, taash, grand-parents, yellow flowers, sparkles, puja, friends. The best part was dressing up Kabeer in his Fab-India kurta; he looked like a little Gandhian :)This was our third diwali in Singapore; but it was our first visit to "Little India" during Diwali. And God, was it

Radhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019567538933256974noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31201528.post-67501941831154988342009-10-11T19:09:00.002+08:002009-10-11T19:10:18.449+08:00

Is there anything better in the world than a little toothless smile?

Radhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019567538933256974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31201528.post-73743681078567031232009-09-27T15:00:00.004+08:002009-09-27T15:41:48.766+08:00

I don't usually pick up biographies, and I've never been a follower of bicycle racing (my only exposure so far had been Aamir Khan's cycle race in Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander which I watched from the edge of my seat in Gaiety-Galaxy a long time ago) but for some strange reason I picked this book by Lance Armstrong. I won't say it's a great book, but while I was reading it, I got really fascinated by

Radhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019567538933256974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31201528.post-37160741786721248962009-09-24T21:30:00.002+08:002009-09-24T21:32:35.938+08:00

Damn you, Formula 1...!! Its been a nightmare getting to work all this week because of the blocked roads. Now I'm worried that the vroom from the engines is going to keep Kabeer awake over the weekend. Can't wait for the race to get over & be done with.

Radhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019567538933256974noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31201528.post-43596532519459974952009-09-07T13:07:00.003+08:002009-09-07T13:14:50.443+08:00

I have not connected with my blog for a while now. Some updates from the past 2 weeks or so:- Being back at work hasn't been as depressing as I made it sound in my last post. After the first couple of days, I actually started finding it refreshing to have other thoughts challenging my brain. Also, I find I've become a better mother with this slight distance - I've stopped worrying too much about

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