Missing Pune

It has been almost a month since have gotten back from Pune, and still I find myself adjusting to life here in Mumbai. And I still miss my life in Pune. And why not!!! It's been my second home for almost two and half years.

What I miss most about Pune is friends, the bonds that I forged over the span of two and half years, that I should be with me for eternity. I miss the lunch time chatter, chai time gossips, the Barista time agony aunt session and guilty pleasures. I miss making breakfast on Sunday morning, followed by making lunch and a game of Monopoly. I didn't mind loosing for being tricked as I thought the game was pretty boring. I loved the fact that I was part of the most happening and noisy group in the office that wasn't pretentious.

But then life had a different plan for all of us. Paths that were once together, parted and went their own separate way, starting off a new chapter of life whether it was parenthood, new jobs, marriage. I felt alone missing them.

What I further miss about Pune was my gym. Though may not be the best, but I made so many good friends. I enjoyed turning up early in the morning to hit the weights and have the instructor to push me. Though sometimes it felt odd, I kind of liked being checked out, quite an ego boost. I miss the cardio session and the Movers & Shakers session. I miss my gym partner, who could easily lift more weights than me but was more prone to injury than I was. Waiting for him to turn up. I miss my gym because it finally got me to loose my weight and follow a diet.

I miss my Monday treks to Dorabjee to buy my weekly groceries. Scouting among the different racks, trying to remember the things I needed to buy. I miss the salad basket, which sadly I don't get here.

I miss my office, to some extent, though I am still seething from my experience there. I miss bitching about it, I miss some of my colleagues, people who I learned a lot from. I miss project and a client that I could say was one of the best that I have worked for. I miss the good morning mails and the forwarded mails. I miss the query solving and the client calls. The review and the team, something that I dearly miss.

I miss making my chicken stock at night after a tiring day at office, though I still do that, but then it is not the same. I miss waking early in the morning and putting the eggs to boil, preparing my salad and breakfast and getting ready for the day.

But then change is inevitable and we need to accept that and move on and mold our lives accordingly. These old experience are things of the past, but then are something that are to be cherished and held close to as a precious memories. Now is the time to make new experience and make new memories and friends. I always have the old one forever.

Indian V/S International Reality Shows

It's been quite a while since reality TV invaded the Indian television screens. Most of them are syndicates of foreign television. So how do these show stack up with their international counterparts. Well I can say miserably.

I'm a big dance fan, and I must admit that I am a big fan of So You Think You Can Dance. Everything about it fun and entertaining. The contestant and the judges, the choreography, the dance styles and the choreographers. And other hand you Lux Dance India Dance. Where
SYTYCD has the dancers dance a variety of dance style, Dance India Dance seem to be stuck at Hip Hop and Popping and everything related to it which can become quite boring and repetitive. Secondly for a dance show, Dance India Dance relies more on gimmicks and acrobatic, and unnecessary drama, also the show suffers from limited choreographer, you just have the three judges choreographing and you have the same thing over and over again. The talent pool also is very limited. Pity because there isn't a limited pool of talent in India.

Then you have the various singing competition. Though in both cases you have bad judges with weird comment, but in case of the Indian version you get background singers and singers who are not original. The American one has churned out some big names like Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson, where as the Indian winners have been forgotten and gone. They do nothing but ape famous singers and sound awful and even annoying if they are kids.

The anchors are even pathetic. Give Cat Deleely any day. The only Indian program that match its international is Jhalak Dhik Laja :)

Just wished my family realised this and stopped watching it.

My Big Fat Divorce to a Stupid Pakistani

Don't worry this is not something related to me...this should be the headlines of the whole controversy related to Sania Mirza-Shoaib Malik-Ayesha Siddiqui saga.

Finally Shaoib Mailk got his divorce, Sania Mirza got her man and big fat marriage, and Ayesha Siddiqui got a big fat payout. Isn't it weird that the lady waited all this year to come out and wash her dirty linen (literally) in public. Talk about washing you dirty linen in public, the lady didn't really wash the clothes she consummated her relation till now. What she did and her payoff is almost like a blackmail. The payment for the sins of your past. She got the morning and more than fifteen minutes of fame.

Now just hope that's the last we heard of all this controversy and the media learns that there are more important news to break. Hopefully the media doesn't use Rakhi Sawant to raise another breaking news.

Sania Mirza

Lot have been said about the whole Shoaib Malik-Sania Mirza impending nuptial. There's been mud slinging with the 'ex' 'first wife', the so called patriotic Indian who have condemned her marrying a Pakistani, or should called them Hindu frantic and nutcases. Not forgetting the numerous media channel trying to sensationalize the whole things and trying to get mileage and TRPs from it, just like these politicos

Read this editorial of Vir Sanghvi in the Hindustan Times and so agreed with his views—http://www.hindustantimes.com/special-news-report/News-Feed/Targeting-Sania-is-a-wrong-call/Article1-526778.aspx .

Why don't leave the poor girl alone. Why can't these nutcase, political goondas, do something better with their time and the media concentrate with news and stop sensationalizing every little things.

The lady is educated enough to know what she is doing. Respect her decision and leave her alone and let her live her life.

Easter Morning

The Easter may have started off with a bit of disappointment (damn the stupid tailor for spoiling mom's blouse...was looking forward to see her wearing something that I had given her)...but yeah now it's getting back on track. The morning been all about hitting the gym at 6 a.m. with a session of cardio and abs (OK now my knee hurts and been hogging on chips thus negating the effort), messaging friends and tweeting on twitter. Then it was getting ready for mass which was pretty chaotic when you have all the members of your family trying to get ready together. The mass was good, but managed to doze off during the sermon (thanks to getting up at 6). Then it was wishing people after mass.

Now it's friends and relatives at home. Its time for celebration and food and drinks. Miss my friends from Pune and childhood friends and my Yash is only coming in the evening (wish he was here for the whole day)...But till then it going to be the Easter morning with family and friends

Poor Sania

Poor Sania Mirza!!! Nothing seems to be going her way. OR to put it in a better way, nothing seems to going exactly how she would have wanted it. There's been the injury-mired season, plummeting rankings, early exits at tournaments, handful of notable successes, and add to that a broken engagement.

And now that she has found her soul mate (or she thinks she has found Mr. Right) in Shoaib Malik, the union seems to be mired in controversy. This love story is something what the daily Hindi soaps are made of. There's the "ex" factor, a union between two sworn enemy countries which brings in the political angle (who would love to get mileage from it). And then add to that list Mr. Thackeray (as he wouldn't have a say anything Pak related).

So now, all that's left for us is to wait and watch the entire scenario plays, like a movie plot. This ardent tennis fan wishes you the very best and if things have to happen then nothing in this world will stop it from happening.

What do you want to write????

Sometimes deciding what you want to write on a blog can be quite the task. There are so many things happening...and you want to give your vent to all. The question is are the people out there who want to read it or you just maintaining an online diary of yourself? A diary of a mad man!!!!

But still there is the question"What do I write about?" And I still don't know what exactly do I write about. Do I write about how I am trying to get adjusted to my new job and how I am having very little success with that? How I both a new comp only to realize that I made a hasty decision and find myself in financial doldrums? How I gave my all at my previous job but ended up having to pay them to release me, instead of the opposite (felt like a prisoner paying a bail). How I am going through the month of April with no income. How the HR successfully screwed my last working day at my previous company. How my emotions overflowed on the last day. How I am waiting for my deposit to be transferred and the scary thought that the agent may have ran away with (Gosh I am being paranoid). And most importantly my favourite topic...my love.

There's so many things that are paying in my head and I am not sure what do I write about. I am so confused that I feel like a writer's bloc coming on me. God help me!!!!