Saturday’s in my life were sorted as a kid and life couldn’t have been better.
It’s strange now that I look in hindsight how little it took to make my heart sing with happiness.
Met a young person on Saturday evening who was running down a flight of stairs cricket bat in hand face wreathed in smiles and while he stopped to say hi, realised his joy stemmed from the fact that he didn’t have to go to school the next day and could play with his friends till 7 PM!!
Need to find that delirious joy and excitement about my life again.
I don’t know if I’m late to the party, but I’ve ditched my pay-TV package for the unlimited joys of live streaming services. Such a surreal decision considering I remember 1993 and all the excitement that year brought with it in the form of satellite cable tv channels being introduced in India for the first time. Who knew online streaming services will one day rule the day and one day make me willingly give up cable tv?!
I still remember the joys of using the Netflix mail service back in 2006. One had to look through a website and place orders for DVDs which would then arrive in about two days in those red envelopes.
On that note: I’m remembering Blockbuster.
And THE BODYGUARD is definitely helping my transition to live streaming services. This 6 part BBC series is truly the bomb!!!
One of the best lessons I’ve had the privilege of learning has been “Paying it forward”. I remember Pinks who was my manager a decade earlier mentioning this often along with another corner stone I conduct my life with. That the best thing you can do with either knowledge or kindness is pay it forward and light another’s life.
A message and a picture on Whatsapp out of the blue today brought back memories of the time I moved into my first apartment by myself 8 years earlier and so many peoples kindness filling up the empty basic apartment space I had rented. About 4 years earlier, I had given away a bed frame to a young associate who was new to the city and was literally setting up everything from scratch. I got a message from this sweet girl this morning that she’s moving cities and has decided to give away the bed to someone who in need of one.
It’s such a small thing but I feel like someone has turned a lightbulb on inside my heart. Plus I’m absolutely amazed about how much she seems to have loved it while she had it.
Its our day and Scooby seems to be in love with every single piece of his Raksha Bandhan hamper.
[Side note: wonder when he’ll ever need to protect me? Especially since, I’ve been the bully protecting him from almost the minute he could walk. (Raksha literally means protection for anyone seeking context). And while I’m on the topic, apparently the sister is supposed to get the gifts on this day and somehow for the 30th time I seem to be the one giving the gift]. Makes me think Scooby should be the one tying a rakhi on my wrist.
A lot has changed over the past year, the biggest change being his wedding and all that comes with such a major life event. But Scooby&I have come to realise that we are a unit unto ourselves. The kinds that can share a look across a crowded room and understand exactly what is passing through the others’ mind. And that’s as happy a thought a sister can have when she ties a rakhi on her brothers wrist.
Mom is so incredibly happy to have all of us under her roof that she has gone and surpassed herself with all that delicious cooking. Spent half of last night watching movies with Scooby (we agree that the new Jumanji while being a good one time watch will never match the brilliance of the original), discussing celebrity fashion with the sil and ganging up with the sibling and teasing her about sleep talking.
In other unrelated news, I’m heartbroken about TBBT ending. After Friends-SATC-ELR ended, it took me a while to fall in love with a sitcom and Big Bang Theory was puuuurrffeeecccttt. Soft kitty kinda purfect at that!! Hope something as good comes along to provide another decades worth of belly laughs.
But first SEASON 12.
Rpit is getting married and weirdly enough I’m being showered with gifts.
I went to bed early last night and slept for 11 hours straight only to be woken up by a quizzical expressioned and a tad bit worried mother.
In a true anti climax turn of events, (much like my tattoo story) – mom liked my hair! Which is a shocking turn of events considering she told me not to come home unless I reversed it. I believe at one point the word nice may have also been used by the mother. 😉. I guess it’s largely because of the efforts of one of my cousins DC and my sil. Apparently they’ve been showing mom way too pictures that involve fashionable hair. Jayums this morning came into my room to collect laundry and called it “navilu gari”.
In other news, Sacred Games has been binge watched and I’m all sorts of transfixed. It’s dark and riveting and definitely addictive.
On a completely different note, does one really ever get over an old love?
As we watched the Royal Wedding yesterday, mom bluntly declared “Meghan is nothing in comparison to Catherine”. When she turned around and met Scooby-Dad&my collective expressions she immediately modified the statement to “I meant she’s nice. But the elder daughter-in-law is so lovely and her wedding dress was much more beautiful.” And then hastily proceeded to add, “But the boys mother was the most beautiful lady on her wedding day”, as if that ended the whole debate (I happen to agree with her btw, but am definitely not saying it out loud). I suspect my family is such a bunch of monarchists because of moms obsession with Princess Diana. In the spirit of honesty, I might as well admit that I’ve just furthered that insanity with a strong obsession with everything Jane Austen and have now compounded it by falling completely in love with “Downton Abbey”.
As we watched the wedding, I noticed mums new flower arrangement in the living room. It’s very different from what we’re generally used to in this house and looks very summer. Had fun reminiscing about Will&Kate’s wedding with P. I’d forgotten that I actually took a sick day from work to catch that wedding 😏.
The sibling and sil are off on vacation this week till the end of the month and I’m drooling at pictures of the places they’re visiting. In the meantime, Thankie has returned from Singapore bearing gifts and the most hilarious family pictures and Sylph is bringing in her birthday in beautiful Wales. Snowdonia looks magical and I can’t even seem to be able to pronounce Llandudno.
I’m feeling the need to run away. And my kith and kin are completely to blame.
Don’t spas have the most sensual photographs and paintings?! The world just seems to be such an oasis of calm when I’m at the spa. Been battling with common sense and a sense of prudence to justify the price of renewing my membership.
A freak summer storm in the afternoon has ripped my bedroom window clean off its hinges today. It’s got to be one of the most bizarre things I’ve had to deal with in a while. And that includes being stranded on the balcony when the door swung shut, to that evening I spent devising methods to get a bat out of my apartment as it just flew around in circles non stop making horrible noises. Ugghhhh.
In happier news, my fridge has been stacked with a ton of Frooti. Such a summer thing to do. And as it happens every year, ads for Rasna, Roofza, Nycil and that ad for soap showing a frat crowd partying, that for some unexplained reason is always shot some place engulfed in snow are filling the gaps between regular programming on television. Signs anyone in India would recognise as being synonymous with the arrival of summer.