Monthly Archives: April 2018


I have read blog posts about a whole lot of medical conditions, including blow-by-blow account of child birth (yes, I called that a disease, bite me), yet, I don’t remember anyone writing about UTI.   Rampant disease-ism.  With the entire portion below the abdomen on fire, the UTI can just take on all the popular diseases that are fancied by bloggers in one shot and beat them hollow. Barley water, cranberry juice, green tea, coriander tisane, Vitamin C and clove oil can stuff it and pave way for Oflaxin, which will hopefully do a ninja on the bacterium with minimal crabbiness to the host.

I tell my 14 year old that my loins are on fire, and not in the sexy way, she yells “amma, you give out too much information”.  If you can’t laugh over a case of UTI that is killing you, what is life all about, huh?



More socialization

If there is something I hate more than socialization, it is traveling by a car to people’s houses to socialize, because the car sickness adds to the migraine caused by small talk.

I was out on the road all day, in the infernal heat, getting in and out of the car, into and out of three people’s houses, for what seems like centuries.  I not only have bilious innards and a blinding migraine as I type this, but also the start of UTI, wherein one is  happy to roll over and die, rather than getting that fiery trickle out into the pee-pot.


Questions to answer

From Embeecee who got it from Willow.

Do you have a nickname? What do you prefer to be called?

Yes, School friends call me by my full name or shorten it variously.  College and thereafter, I am known by my initials.  My husband calls me an endearing term.  The kid calls me a bunch of things, including “evil mom lady”.  I answer to all of them.

Do you have books on your shelf (ereader) that are begging to be read?

Doesn’t everybody?

Are you a doodler? What do your doodles look like?

I used to be.  Mostly flowers, scenery, female faces.  Not any more because I can never find a paper and pen together.

What do you do if you can’t sleep at night?

Never happens.  I am out like a light the moment the head touches the pillow.  Any time, anywhere.  May it remain so, too many of my extended family suffer from insomnia.

How many days could you think you would last in solitary confinement?

A day or two.  I would, however, like solitary confinement for a couple of hours every day.

Do you save old greeting cards and letters or do you toss them away?

Ha. NEVER. I never hold on to anything.

Who is the biggest pack rat you know?

I live with two of them.

Were/are you a good student?

The best.

How often do you look at yourself in the mirror?

Once every two to three days perhaps.  

What is the strangest thing you believed as a child?

That people are good or bad.  Never both.

Do you regift items that have been given to you?

Sometimes.  Usually sarees.

Do you know the difference between a crocodile and and alligator?


Do you still read the newspaper?

A resounding NO.  Depresses me too much.

Are there any animals that frighten you?

I used to be terrified of dogs.  Now, I am not scared of them.

Are you a collector of something? If so, what do you collect?

Heavens, I hope not.

What is something about yourself that you hope will change, but probably never will?

Being hard and super judgmental on myself.  

What’s a strange occurrence you’ve experienced but no one believes you?

Would rather not share, because it is intensely personal, and anyway people wouldn’t believe me.

What’s something that amazes you?

That people can be spontaneous.  I can’t.  

Do you prefer the blunt truth or would you rather people or temper their words?

Temper words.  I wilt at harshness, even if true.

What’s one thing you’d rather pay someone to do than do yourself?

Cook. But I don’t because I don’t know how to extract work from hirelings.

What are the qualities that tend to draw you to someone new?

Humour, passion and altruism.

If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?

My daughter’s name.

Do you believe ignorance is bliss? Why or why not?

Yes.  Remember the two opossums in Ice Age?  They are always happy because they claim they are stupid.  I know this is debatable, but I think much misery arises from thoughts, and thoughts come from knowledge.

That said, I’d rather not be ignorant.

What (if anything) do you consider unforgivable?

Hurting other people.  

Do you ever break out into song just because you feel like singing?

No.  I am boring that way.  On the other hand, I break into abject silence when I feel like it.  Does that count?

Sharing a hilarious post…

Science: it’s not as much fun as it used to be. Our parents’ generation got to split the atom and invent internet porn. Before that, science involved discoveries like gravity, magnetism, penicillin, electricity … What did our generation get? Nintendo, selfies, and viagra. But if you go back far enough, science gets to the really […]

via Science says you’ll get divorced. Or go bowling… #humor #marriage — Barb Taub

Sharing my world

From Cee.


If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?

I am sipping a tall glass of cantaloupe milk shake (musk melon smoothie, to some), with crushed frozen milk (I had frozen lightly sweetened milk in ice-trays to top milk shakes, without diluting it like regular ice does…try it) on top.  Considering how horribly hot it has been lately (and it’s not even peak summer yet sigh), I would think I want an endless supply of juices, milkshakes, rose-flavoured milk, coconut water, buttermilk, lassi (sweetened yogurt) and paanagam.

List at least five movies or books that cheer you up.

Any of the Jeeves books by PGW, Tintin comics, Asterix comics, Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers.

I am not a visual media person, but if I must, Oceans 11 (12 and 13), National Treasure (1 &2) and Harry Potter (especially the final three movies.

If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing? 

I’d probably scurry around all around the house, because none of the human inmates would be around.  The adults would go for a walk, and the semi-adult would either be cooped up in her room, doing God-knows-what, or out with her friends.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? 

The kid’s school finally closed for summer, hallelujah.  We were all getting very tired.

I had way too many guests, and I managed just fine, although I am a spent force at the moment.

I am not a misanthrope, or am I?

A rambling, whiny post, just to see if writing about the uneasy feeling in my chest will make it go away, or at least reduce.  Catharsis and all that….

All day, I have been snappy at people, and I just realised why I have been so high strung.

I hosted 15 people at my home for lunch a couple of days back, entertained 2 out-of-town visitors yesterday and attended an upanayanam function today.  I have lunch guests (3) for tomorrow, and a sleep over guest tomorrow night.

Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t shirk from work, one bit.  Bring a hundred people for lunch, I will do everything to feed them, make them comfortable, clean after them, take them places, arrange transportation, etc.  But ask me to talk to them, and you are asking gobblefunkist to step on a minefield to be shattered into smithereens.  After the 15-people-4-hour lunch gala, in which, I was required to join the conversation for hours, I was ready to curl up.  After entertaining the out-of-towners yesterday, I was ready to lock myself into a room and never come out ever again.  After today’s upanayanam function, I have the most uncomfortable feeling inside – it’s hard to explain, it’s a feeling of dread. And unimaginably intense mental exhaustion.

The worst part is that the fifteen relatives are my side of the family – people I’ve grown up with – my uncles, cousins etc.  I don’t need to impress them, they’ve known me since I peed in my nappy. The out-of-towners are people I really like.  I met school friends at the upanayanam today, the gang that is super fun to be with.  So, I really can’t attribute my unease to others.  It is one hundred percent my bad.

The people who come tomorrow are no-problem people, and are my better-half’s friend and his family, so I don’t feel as responsible about keeping the conversation going, because Mr. GFunkist is more than equipped to keep the conversation rolling. Still,  the thought of animated human voices makes me nauseated.

The claustrophobic feeling that I feel now, is the most intense it has ever been.  Probably because, every since we moved into this house, we’ve been having visitors, almost every day – locals to see how we’ve settled in, outsiders who’ve suddenly remembered us etc.  I have not read a single book since we moved in here, have no blog-hopped, not read my usual online magazines, not interacted with my kid, not had the tuition classes…..nothing.

Again and again and again I realise how very real and natural my introversion is – this is not a personality quirk or misanthropy.  As I get older, I seem to need more and more down-time to offset any socialization.   In contrast, as I get older, I seem to have to socialize more and more and have less down-time than ever before.  There are people (especially my new neighbours, who are empty nesters) who envy my active social life and the house that is, in local parlance, “kala kala” (cheerful/busy) all the time, and I know, given the Hindu tenet of “guest is god”, I should be ever so thankful for the opportunity to host so many people.  The Hindu tenet is made for extroverts, and my neighbours are welcome to take at least one of the “kala” to their homes.