back to my roots

hmm..i was away for an year and half almost. this trip abroad being my very first i was as excited as a lil child left free to pick up anything in a playstore...i did pick up a lot thanks to my ever obliging hubby...and i felt so happy abroad with my new friends..my son happy at school, the fun filled meetings, gossips over brunch and watchng movies with popcorn and cushion stucked firmly in our laps..and we friends gushing over our bollywood dudes and criticising the feline females and predicitng the box office moolah! ahh life was bliss..even though i missed my family in india and all the festivals made me so nostalgic and all the impressions of wearing a new gorgeous saree and matchng it with accessories..made me rush bk to india...but i had to do away with my jeans n tees for a while and we did well....

but when i came back i realised this year n a half when i was away frm india..i was in fact away from my roots, my traditions, my life. i was leadign a life..a fun filled one but i realised it lacked substance, lacked a purpose ..a meanign to life...all this took me not more than a week in india to realsie what i had missed. . and trust me i am happy to be back to where i belong..my roots..my country...the smell of the incense sticks, blessings from my elders, the aroma of home made food, the wake up call by the birds, the smell of the earth when it rained..the smile on the people here..all tugged at my heart and i knew this is it!

proud to be an indian

The best creation of GOD

the best creation of GOD

hi guys today my head was heavy with some words which had to be put down somewhere..so I decided to let the keys do the talking..hope you all like it…I know its long but hey..its about us …March 8th is International Woman’s Day… good… if left to me I would celebrate each and every day, each and every hour, every minute and every second as woman’s day..I am not being a feminist here but I feel women celebrate life, love n passion… we are symbols of beauty, courage, sacrifice, love, compassion…and my dear friend told me  that in china people believe that women hold half of the sky…maybe God holds the other half… and men? Ahh...they would be skectching out blue prints and designing sky-crash resistant buildings just in case we decide to let go you know…don’t worry guys…u can trust us…and I forgot amongst all the very few qualities which I mentioned above, a woman also has brains…beauty with brains and much more…I need not prove anything or ask anyone to emphasise the point as we women know what stuff we are made of.
Women’s day is a day to celebrate womanhood…to celebrate women…the most beautiful n perfect creations of God…and I am not talking about vital statistics here…I am proud being a granddaughter, a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mom and a friend to my friends…and trust me being a woman is so beautiful and sensitive…Today’s woman is confident, there’s a bold stride in her steps, her head held high…but the smile and warmth in her eyes in place..she marches out to conquer the world..she knows what she wants and has the capacity to realise her dreams and fulfil them….As a woman…she is always caring and sacrificing…when she argues with her dad..she knows she must be hurting him somewhere…as she fights with her brother she is waiting for the next moment to tell him that she loves him so much…as she tries to put across her point  to her husband, she is more worried about his health than anything else…as she scolds her son…her heart is bleeding inside and she is just waiting to take him in her arms and say its ok..but she knows she has to balance love and life..lessons have to be learnt..she is training a citizen in her son. She wishes that the world would be a much better place for her family and friends…this I feel is the stuff a woman is made of…always putting others before herYou ask any woman what she wants she will say let my family and friends be safe…the first concern…the first wishes are always for others…I am not asking anybody again to certify us..just try to understand us better and try to respect us and love us..thats all we want..dont we?On woman’s day lets celebrate womanhood, celebrate life and celebrate us…three cheers to women…the queens of the world..and till then men I ll try to ask google when is men’s day..you can continue with your blue prints till then…lunch is on ur way!!!!heheheh 

Shilpa kulkarni

grandparents..the grandest gift of life

hi again..i know it has been a real long time but then my brain was technically dead for a while so..anyways here i am charged n ready to spell it out..

let me take u guys down memory lane..my childhood...mom n dad had their jobs n me n my bro grew up more with our grandparents..ah that was absolute bliss....my memories are full of their stories, their love, unconditional affection...i remember my lil hand in my grandpa's wrinkled one..full of lines that life n experience had given him..but still very smooth n firm...he taking me to his favourite resturant where he spent the best moments of his life with his friends..while they chatted adn discussed affairs unknown to me...i would dip myself in piping hot wadas, sambhar n upma...and after that mouth watering sweets n ice creams...i loved to go out with my grandpa..i still remeber his eyes..so full of twinlke and fun...i remember climbing on his bed..it was too high and i had to grab hold of stool and struggle to get onto it...he would lift me adn take me to a wonderland of stories, fairies n bad men...but then stories would be more of panchatantra types...all barbies n shreks n garfields had not made dreams so commercial...it was fun...i dozed off in his warm arms...after his death it affected me badly..i was in grade 3 and i felt i had lost my hero..no more gng out, no more stories..no more grandpa..that was so bad..my tata..i called him taht and no need to confuse it with ratan tata..as there's abs no link..my tata was someone else..my hero..he looks so hansome even now..when he smiles form the photo frame on the wall..i know he is still looking after me

my ajji ..she is a darling..she is still strong, dominant and still makes the best filter coffee i have ever tasted..starbucks can kick the bucket...i remember her loving me so truly..she could go to any extent for me..and now when i have a son..she has more love for him..her great garndson..they are truly storehouses of affection...

i remeber the huge tea parties they hosted...we had a black n white telivision then..that was when indian won the world cup..yeah once upon a time...i rember everybody rt form the rickshaw walas, to paan bhaiyyas, to SBI people..there was SBI bank opp our house n they wr our guests during such occassions..my grandparents lived a full life man..

my ajji is best known for her headbaths..ahh those oil massages n shikakhai headbaths..if i am proud of my hair today i owe it to her...she oiled my hair so heavily and took pride when i stood infront of her in two tight plaits..a divide ron my head that would put any national highway to shame...she took hours combing my hair and at that moment i felt oiling ur hair was the most imp thing in anybody's life..but it is..anybody wld agree...i bet

after tat hot oil bath..she gave me hot fresh filter coffee n i remeber dozing for hours..a treatment thar would put any spas to shame..she is the best...she was so fierecly protective about me..a lioness...she is even now..with her frail bosy n shaking hands..she still has the fire on her eyes...

i love her pepper grey hair, her soft glowing skin...if i learnt to be independent and organised i learnt it from her..she is 87 now but all her things are in place...and she makes the best bisibele bhaat and the best sambhar till date....

i owe my lovely childhood to these two people whom i ll love n remeber till the end...they were and will always be my heroes....my granny cant hear properly now..she is too independent to take help from hearing aides..she feels theres nothing wrong with her ears...we dnt speak too oud she says..yeah thats the way she is..but when i speak and she listens..my cousins tell me tht all is heard n understood because we share soemthing from the heart..that is so true...grandparents are a gift form above..if u have them respect n love them and be happy ...thats all that they want

a friend..for life

when i was at the peak of my adrenaline rush, making new friends, exploring new areas of life, enjoying life to the fullest, no commitments, no responsibilities..except for doing good at ur studies..hey but that you must..its for u not for anybody else..my parents threw a bomb at me..they told me time to get settled girl..time to have a partner in life. we will be with you they assured but someone else will hold ur hand throughout ur life. thne to a wide  eyed gilr like me  hey dnt get me wrong i was not in  my sweet sixteens or anything but some people wake up late in life, some people want to move on their own pace, some people want to smell the coffee beans late in life..i was at the right age for marriage..correct for m but already late for my relatives who wr more concerned abt me than my parents. anyways i thought lets say yes to this..this is also an adventure rt and my saggittarius nature told me 'come on shilps u love adventures..this is gng  to be great'. i said ok guys i am in it. guys cme n went but i stood on..ah..some rejected me n i rejected some..i was so happy when my parents stood by me n supported iin eacn n evry step i took. 

i was not in love n was so ready for arrianged marriage. i mean where's the fun if u already lnow the guy in n out rt? this is striclty my opnion and i am in favour of marriages..any kinda.

so i met my husband..first impression was..hmm...i said a good guy, good job, great grey cells, and a very quiet person. awh comeon...women like men who listen n dnt talk much rt..and ere was one ...anyways..i said yes n he said yes and all said yes so couple of yesys folowed. 

and today after 4 years of marriage...i am still discovering a great person eevry morn..a friend who has stood by me when i had to say soemthing, a person who had his steady hand behind me whne i thought i wld fall down,a person who laughed with me even though my jokes made no sense to him..just to make me happy, who cried when i cried, who stroked  my hair n said life is alos made of dull, grey days n day always comes after a long, dark night, a person who said its ok if i make mistakes sometimes,,...cause he said that its thru mistakes that we learn, who swallowed n tried hard not to puke all the disasters i cooked n sid it was so delicious, who made me smile when my smile gave up on me, a friend, a partner, a guide..who let me go first if i knew the way well..who trusted in me more than i did...my husband.

i am so happy that i trusted my parents,i trusted my instinct, i trusted my friend..my husband..and if they say marriages are made in heaven i agree..beacause i m in one....

finding friends

orkut n facebook are two best buddies of mine who helped me find my other buddies ...long lost ones whom i had missed all these after school years, whom i had forgot to say bye when we parted our ways, whom i alwys missed chatting with...but now life is suddenly full of those friends..thanks to these two. i hit the keys n typed all the words, the names tht mattered to me in school..and viola! there they wre..some with lean, mean bodies..a la.john's n salmans, some with tyres n inches of fat burried under their clothes, some with babies in their arms and the families grins...but man good to see all of them..cause i am one of them. i tell you school life is the best..the friends, enemies, teachers, books, sports, jealousy, the exams, the marks...all good..

i was so happy to meet so many batchmates of mine n when they replied i was wow..so good..old wine is always the best rt? its time to build those relations again n make ammends n say what u cldnt then...hmm..sounds good..old times

hoping to meet as many of them as possible when i go bk to india..it ws like finding one friend and a long list of others followed..all boys like knights in armour with their faiur maidens n all girls with lil bundles of joy in their arms..others still flying free...good

i always love to have many many friends..being lonely is not my cuppa tea..when i am happy i want a crowd wiht whom i can have a blast and when i m sad i want many shoulders to lean on...to cry..and god has been kind to give me the best oif friends...

so what say guys lets b e together, keep in touch, hail to orkut n faceboo(there are many more but i tired only these two..so no offences) n beat jennifer aniston n their friends..say what..but i wanna be her ok?\\sayonara dudes n babes...tc

slumdog millionaire

wow...i am a big fan of this movie...had an argument wiht my bestest pal n got to defend this movie...i love this movie..that person had not seen the movie but was gng on talking abt it in a anegative way..i said stop man...get up n smell the movie..it smells of success n reality..agreed some scenes are not very eye friendly but hey this is reality..its about a boy, his passion, his love, his way of handling life, his fight for survival...and how he emerges as a winner. the answers which he gives are based on his real life experiences n thats so cool...not rattofying the stuff to win kbc

and may i recommend that anil kapoor can carry on kbc 3 with more ease n eloquence n grace....he is the best heir to the kbc throne after mr. bachan. hmm...my friend lost the fight with me..obviously n said tht if the director of the movie had seen me fight with so much passion he would have paid me my ransom..hehe...no i adore n worship this movie after my top fav 'a wednesday'. its time for realistic cinemas n not the karva chauths n haevily decked up bahus cooking in the kitchen..agg..melodrama makes me sick. hey anywyas do watch slumdog if u havent cause its worth it...and u can be the 2nd great fan of this movie..now now no prizes for guessing who's the first dearies...m e of course...ahh..so much explaning i gotta do...bye loves