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Answering Cee this week.

What is your favorite outdoor activity?

Walking.  I am a rabid walker.  I walk on the average, about 8-10 km every day.  I also like to potter about in my excuse-of-a-garden,but not right now because there are hundreds of millepedes all over…eww.

In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger?

DRIVER.  I get very car sick as a passenger no matter where I sit.  We visited friends at the other end of town yesterday and took a cab.  I am still a little queasy.

If you could have three wishes granted for you alone, what would they be?

Time to do more stuff, energy to do more stuff and opportunity to do more stuff – I would like to read a lot more than I am currently reading (which is not hard, I read for half an hour on a good day – I fall asleep by then, which is because I am jumping around like a cat on a hot tin roof all the time !).  I would like to draw and paint (I don’t do that at all anymore), I would like to write more, brush up my German, learn pulli kolam, brush up on my singing, work on more documents, take on more projects…..

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

I appreciated the absence of a work deadline this Navrathri – for the past 17 years, I have always shuttled between work and Navrathri celebrations and feeling guilty of not doing either fully.  This year, my Navrathri has had my undivided attention.


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Sharing my world a little late.

My My, is it Thursday night already?

Complete this sentence: I want to learn more about …

I am a very curious person and I am so glad I am around in the digital age of information.  Google is my best friend.  I am almost always googling up something or the other.

But if it has to be one thing specific, I want to learn more about my brain and how it functions. I wish I had been a brain scientist.

On a vacation what you would require in any place that you sleep?

A clean floor, with a clean pillow.

A clean toilet with running water.

No mosquitoes.

What is your greatest extravagance?

Food.  I suspect.  I spend most on food.  I am stingy otherwise.  I would think gazillion times before spending money on anything that is not food.

What inspired you this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

Not really an inspiration, but this will be my world for the next ten days.  Navrathri starts today, and I was debating if I should keep a golu (dolls display) or not, given the space crunch at home after the furniture revamp.  But I decided to have at least a small golu because I do not want to be the one to end a tradition in my line of the genetic propagation.  I used to be creative and do a lot of interesting stuff for golu when my kid was younger, but the past couple of years I have minimized it.  I have this intense craving for simple living these days, and my golu reflects my need.

My golu:


I may have posted about the following picture last year.  This is a silver Saraswathi (Goddess of learning) that belonged to my great-great-grandmother, and passed on to me.      So that goes on the altar every Navrathri.


So, happy Navrathri to those that celebrate.

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I know I am going to sound like a pretentious prick as I answer Cee’s questions this week, but these are my honest answers now.  They were very different a few years ago, and may likely change in future.

Would you want $200,000 right now or $250,000 in a year? It’s safe to assume all money is tax free.

This is what I mean by “pretentious prick”, and I swear this is how I feel now.  I don’t want this money because I obviously didn’t work for it.  I don’t want anything I didn’t work for because it would not be useful and (to each her own quirk) may even lead to catastrophes.  I wish I could work in order to earn the $250000 per year, but that would involve the sacrifice of something – my leisure, family time, hobbies…so perhaps not.

Another reason I don’t want that quantum of money is that I would not know what to do with it.  I am not a willing spender, and hoarding it would make me a bit irritated as well because of the spiral into materialism.

Is it more important to love or be loved?

I think to love is the only real thing, no? To be loved is not in my control.

List things that represent abundance to you.


Inspiration:  Don William’s “I believe in you” is an inspirational song that I listened to again last week when I learned he passed away.  Rest in Peace DW.

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What colour do you feel most comfortable wearing?

I gravitate naturally towards maroon-red shades. I am partial to wine red.  But these days, I don’t care.  I seem to have gone from bad to worse in terms of my dressing pattern –  I seem to strongly need comfortable clothes and for some reason, comfort is directly proportional to ugliness.  I have a dinner party to attend this evening, and am a little lost on what to wear, because all my comfortable salwars are faded to the point that you can’t make out any colour, and the sarees that are grand and elegant are oh-so-uncomfortable.

My current house guest is a DRESSER, the capital letters are very much intended.  Not that I am being judgemental or anything – she is passionate about dressing up and spends hours daily deciding what to wear, wearing it and accessorising it with matching jewellery, footwear, creams, lotions, colours, brushes and what not.  And looks stunning.  This exacerbates my shabbiness.  Last week, I offered to take her to the local mall, and she was scandalised that I picked up the car key, while still in the clothes I had been wearing at home – a comfortable kurtha that used to be wine red, but now is a whine red!  She begged me to change into something else and wasn’t particularly satisfied with the one I changed into, but too bad that’s all I had.  She was shocked that I had four pairs of clothes in my cupboard (not including the formal sarees).

What is your favourite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)

I am not fond of dogs.  I’d rather that they mind their business and I, mine.  I admire German Shepard-s from a distance – my childhood neighbour had a gigantic one called Mickey, who she said was gentle as a lamb, but I was terrified of him.  I have been chased by a Pomeranian as a child, and continue to stay clear of them.  There is a really affectionate stray mongrel that my better half calls “Ramabadran” who loves me to bits, and it breaks my heart when he whimpers for me to pat him.  He is the closest that has come to being a favourite dog.

List at least five favourite flowers or plants.

I don’t think you will meet any South Indian woman who won’t put jasmine at the top of the list.  Rangoon Creeper is my next, given that it shares its Tamil name with my mother.  All other flowers come right behind.

What inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

I was able to focus on my breath and stop from reacting to a slightly instigating situation last week.  This inspires me more to not forget my breath.  Considering that my hormones will shortly start bothering me, I am holding on to my breath more tenaciously than ever now.

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This week’s questions:

What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

From my previous post: All domestic chores taken care of, work chores suspended, and meals magically materialising on the table, while I spend the day reading, writing, meditating and gymming.    I don’t mind having my family around, as long as I get an ample dosage of alone-time.

Complete this sentence: My favorite place in the whole world…..

Chennai, my birth city and the one I live in now.  Home.  The living room, the corner chair that I am sitting on now as I type this out.

Who was your best friend in elementary school (prior to age 12)?

Two of them – Soumya and Shobha.  I met them in kindergarten and they are still my go-to friends, even though both of them live in a different country.  42-year friendship.

I have made a few more girl friends over the years and they are the people that keep me sane.  I am a strong advocate of the women-needing-girl-friends concept.

What inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

My in-house guest – I am not sure if you can call it inspiration, but she made me understand myself and my needs a little better.  She reminded me that I am a quiet, introverted person.  Earlier, I would feel miserable about my complete lack of social skills (especially in comparison), now I am perfectly fine with it.  Perhaps the acceptance comes with age. Or from the wisdom that well, if you can’t do something about it, might as well accept it !

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With Cee’s questions.

What was the last URL that you bookmarked or saved?

I do not bookmark nor save.  If I can read it now, I read it.  If I can’t read it now, chances are that I would never get to reading it in future.  Sometimes for work, I save pdfs of technical papers, because I need to to fill up some other section, but that too I do sparingly.

I have increasingly grown to not store anything for posterity.  I don’t have a single photo of my child or my family or my home, that is more than a month old in my various devices.  I suppose I am very cold that way, but my logic is that if the memory does not stay in my head, it’s ok, I don’t need anything to remind me of it.  This attitude intensified since last year because of some really painful experience I had, which taught me that holding on to the past is not only foolish, but can be dangerous.  I have friends who have lasted me through decades, but I am with them now because of what they are now, and not what they have been in the past.   This has spilled over to all aspects of my life.  I live intensely, this moment, and let it go. I don’t know if that is good or bad, but I am just going with it, because it frees me from the shackles of the past.

Do you believe in the afterlife?  Reincarnation?

I should, if I were to follow the religion of my birth.  But I don’t think too much about it, again because of the previous point – I don’t care if I had a life before this or if I would have one after this.  This life is what matters at the moment.

I tend to believe that now is all that’s real.  Once I cease to exist, I just cease to exist. No afterlife, no judgement day, no heaven and hell.  Now.

If you were or are a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems or novels?

Poems.  I can’t write poems. Rhymes I can write, poems not much.  I wish I could write poems but I believe writing poetry involves a bit of romanticism and sensitivity, both of which I lack. I have tried my hand at writing short stories and novels, but they do not agree with me because of the empathy factor – my stories take on lifelike proportions in my head and it becomes confusing to live real life.

What inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

I am not sure if this is inspiration, but the impending arrival of house guests for a few days to stay with us is ruling my head.  I am not known as a great host (not even a decent one), I hope I can do a decent job making them feel welcome and comfortable.  Send me good vibes please.

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Answering Cee once again.

If you had to have your vision corrected would you rather: glasses or contacts? Or what do you use if you need to have your vision corrected?

I had perfect eyesight until last year.  Then my eyes got the memo that they are well into the fourth decade of existence and had better do something about it.  Reading books became harder, and I responded by shifting my allegiance to the kindle, in which, you could adjust the brightness and the font size.  At some point, the eyes decided to go all cross-eyed, and when more than a few people noticed the light squint I have developed, it was cue to see the eye doctor, who, duly prescribed progressives.  I think the power was 0.5 or thereabouts.  I have the spectacles lying on my side table, but I continue to use the kindle with not much fuss.  On some days, when my eyes are particularly tired, I wear the glasses but I hate them.  When I lie down to read, the spectacles keep shifting.  Besides, I am a tosser when I am lying down, and the spectacles restrict my degrees of freedom.  Long story short, I would like a spell or a magic wand that can get my vision back to 20.20.  In the absence of that, I wouldn’t mind corrective surgery, but 0.5 is too small an error to warrant surgical correction.

Contacts, no thank you.  I regret even belonging to a world where clothes are necessary.  Nothing (ahem, non-biological) inside me please.

Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Neither.  I prefer to let the animals live their own lives without interfering in mine. That said, we have an adolescent tom cat that visits us for breakfast and lunch, which is duly fed by the better half, and I don’t freak out like I did a few years ago when he brought a kitten home. There is also an affectionate stray dog named “Ramabadran” by the better half, who bounds around with unbridled joy when he sees me on the street and follows me like Mary’s lamb, home, so that I can feed him.  I would not mind if these two animals disappeared from my life, but I don’t mind them hanging out as well.  So…meh, I guess.

If you were to buy a new house/apartment what is the top three items on your wish list?

Recently, I have been feeling that my “not wanting” anything is increasingly perceived as my weakness.   I had someone tell me that it is not life, but death, in not wanting anything.  I don’t know.  I need safety.  Basic comforts – meals for sustenance, yes, I need. I need a laptop with internet.  These things I already have and are needs rather than wants.

Is it really that hard to understand when someone says they don’t want anything?  Twice in the past two weeks I have upset people by saying that. Perhaps it is my spartan upbringing, or the financial troubles I have faced in the past, I have learnt to minimize my wants.  My interest in meditation and the Buddha has also made me truly believe that wants are the source of misery.  But then, those are intensely personal spiritual thoughts that I (usually) don’t like sharing because they are highly subjective and may not suit another.  But if I choose to live by my conviction (however subjective that is), why must I be judged?

Argh.  I had not wanted to complain, but this question kinda touched a raw nerve.

What inspired you this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

My moonflower finally began to bloom.  You already know of  my pathetic gardening skills, so this is an inspiration of sorts.

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