Momsie Popsie Diary

Flip over: Upside/ down This writeup is dedicated to my buddy who relocated base three and a half years ago. A casual friendly conversation regarding, passion vs duty vs hobby lead to our sudden enlightenment (mutual! thank god). As we walk in this journey of life, we come across different people with an entirely different take on life, however, there are a few bunches who follow a path closely similar to ours- our soulmates our buddies. Travelling is my passion. The goal is to gradually tick places off from my bucket list. So, traveling comprises a routine topic of discussion. How soon one should take a break, is a million-dollar question. Initially, planning is dependent on oneself, post-marriage, according to children,s holidays schedule and finally, again as per one wish. My Momsie -Popsie always taught the importance of parents being in their children's childhood memories than leaving a huge bank balance for them. As in this unending pursuit of generating the bank balan

“ Marital Curry” A brief background into the origin of this title. My friends were planning a post Diwali get together. I had to decide the venue and thanks to my auto correct app, “Nariyal curry” restaurant was typed as Marital Curry. The idea for my new blogpost was born. Festival season is waning: long wait for winters is coming to an end. Post festivals like karva chauth and ashtmi, love is afresh in air (hopefully will remain so, till it condenses and settles down.  Ha ! Ha!). After a certain period of time in marriage, it a curry like feel. Adjusted so well, know ones pros and cons, rather amalgated oneself with your spouse, it tastes spicey most of the time. Recipe of marital curry: Main ingredients are – handful of faith, trust, love, care, respect, sacrifice, affection, warmth, compassion etc with a pinch of remorse ( optional). Preparation time : anywhere from few months to a lifetime and beyond (for few) Toppings : fresh romance sprinkled over

Secular pixel - I am an Indian!!!!!!!! A thought flashed across my mind. Are we really so embittered towards each other as the media portrays to be or it,s   an unspoken ( ? spoken) truth that media is paid these days. One needs to decide for oneself. While driving to my workplace, as I stopped my car at the red light, my receptionist gave me a routine call and I asked her to take time from my hairstylist. It dawned upon me that while I have been told that I am a Hindu, my receptionist follows Sikhism,  my helper who keeps my office clean is of low caste and so is the man who collects garbage,  my hairstylist is a Muslim and my friends are Christians, Hindu, Sikh, Muslim, Gujarati, Marathi, Kannada, Malayali, Oriya, Kashmiri, etc and as my list grew, I could see myself as a secular pixel in this universe.  When I employed them, I had looked at their credentials and never even asked their religion or caste. They have been with me in this journey for nearly two decades or