Changing Hues

Rainbow HuesEarly morning I saw an amazingly beautiful scene, a rainbow outta my window!!  Its been ages since I had a glimpse of nature’s varied hues and I was so excited that I had to click an image. The mood was perfect with a slight drizzling, cool breeze and a gust of fresh air. That’s so rare in Mumbai! Lately the weather’s quite unpredictable in here. And the downside to this is people falling sick at the drop of a hat. Alas, everything comes for a price. Enjoy the hues while it lasts…

Phone Mannerisms

Talking loudly on the phone

Just when I was wondering what to post on my blog, my dear colleague yelled it out to me!!! Yes he literally did…and the entire bay heard him out too. He has a very annoying habit of talking (screaming) loudly over the phone. Although he might be a very good friend of mine, sometimes I feel that I should seriously let him know that he is talking on the phone to just another colleague of mine. Phew!!

Is it that  my ears are over sensitive or is it genuinely, an annoying fact faced by half of the world’s population? I live in Mumbai, already a noisy, dusty and a bit unorganized yet wonderful city. So my ear drums are used to loud crackers at any time of the day, loud public announcements, crappy Bollywood tunes remixed into devotional songs at the highest decibel during Navratri and other zillion Indian festivals. However, the one thing that gets on my nerves, is when people yell on the phone! A telephonic conversation is supposed to be T-E-L-E-P-H-O-N-I-C.

My workplace is full of people who believe in letting the world know what they had for breakfast, lunch and what they might not have for dinner. I already know that the girl sitting next to next to next to my cubicle is looking out for a house in Mumbai. I have the prices of real estate at my finger tips by now! In case any of you is interested, please reach out to me :) My colleague discusses Excel problems over the phone and at his loudest best. And that too, post lunch, when I am trying my best to look focussed. Please spare me the Math, dude! In fact, I have experienced this everywhere, so the workplace shouldn’t be an exception any more.

Have you dared to buy vegetables in the local market in Mumbai? I need not say anything further. The ear splitting shrieks of vendors selling their stuff is enough to make you run away to some corner of  the world. There was an instance when I had to tell the vendor that I am not deaf, lest he thought so. Talking loudly is not rude here or that is what it looks like. It is highly embarrassing when people talk loudly over their phones in trains, libraries, parks and ignore other people’s discomfort. I had overheard a guy in the bus, talking to his girlfriend rather fighting with her over the phone. Moreover, the fight came to blows with the use of expletives, which made everyone in the bus squirm in their seats. Thankfully, the person got down without causing further embarrassment to all. Then there has been the usual flirty and lovey dovey stuff, a girl fighting with her mom and yelling at her for not letting her go out with her friends. Sigh!

At times like this, the best saying that comes to my rescue is “Ignorance is Bliss”.

Indian Reality Shows—A Farce?

What is the reality about reality shows on indian television? They are going nowhere…As simple as that. It is a mix of drama, scripted dialogues, screams and shrieks just to entertain the Indian middle class, as if the soap operas weren’t enough already.So what is it that persuades the thinking mind to see a couple of non entities bitching and screaming their guts out?Hmmm…quite a question!

May be bringing in a superstar to host this yet another scripted reality show does the trick! Or is it that we as humans enjoy fights and bickering as long as it is from a safe distance. How mean! Even in life, people enjoy the regular fights among the neighborhood couple, Work place gossips have a special holding in each working professional’s life. Similarly, Indian television seems is getting on to this bandwagon speedily. Casting couches, dance shows, tears of joy and sorrow, abusive dialogues rule the roost.

Recently a reality show on television garnered great TRPs by bringing in abusive contestants. And yes the channel got what they wanted. The entire nation got hooked on to the abuses and shrieks and thus became a huge topic of discussion in colleges, work places and among friends. The latest news heard was the channel roped in a  Hollywood celebrity to grab the Indian male eyeballs. Sigh!! This was the last nail in the coffin and a well placed one too.

A lot has changed over the years in the Indian television scenario. There is no substance, no essence, nothing for the intelligent thinking man. Even the news channels have joined the TRP rat race. Less said the better about our Gen X music channels!! What are your views on the current crop of so-called reality shows on Indian television??

Hennaed…

What do you do on a lazy Saturday afternoon? (Obviously the lucky ones who do not work on Saturdays!! :))

I hennaedindian henna designs my hands! Yes that’s what I did to kill time! The last time I put henna was on my wedding and I was taken in by its strong smell.  It was a traditional bridal Indian design for my wedding and it went right up to my elbows and halfway up my calf on my legs , all done by a professional.

So this time I decided to try my hand at putting henna without any formal practice. I had never even attempted putting henna on others hands because I simply didn’t know how to go about. I remember a couple of my Gujrati and Marwari friends who were very good with this. The designs seemed to flow out of the mehendi or henna cones without any smudging. I always wished that I could put up a henna design myself.  I had this henna cone lying around in my refrigerator since ages and thus began my venture with the traditional art.

Since I did not have a mehendi book, the next best resource I could think of was the internet.  After scouring the net for easy designs and patterns (you see, I am a beginner), finally I picked up a simple design. Although all the designs looked a bit topsy turvy and coiled up, I decided to go ahead with the chosen one!A mehendi cone is nothing but plastic sheets twisted into cones, and filled with the mehendi or the henna leaf paste. Initially the paste wasn’t coming out as fine as it should be but with a few nicks, it came out well. And then curve by curve, and with a few creative imagination of my own, I completed the whole design.

Then began the long long wait for the henna to stick to my hands and dry. Usually we used  to put henna on our hands at night and then  scrape it off in the morning for that lovely colour. The henna used to scrape off on its own while sleeping and when we got up in the morning, the first thing would be to clean up the sheets. I hated that part the most! To end this rigorous task, we simply used to cover up our hands with a cover and sleep peacefully at night without the fear of staining the pillow covers with henna.

Once dry, I lightly applied a sugar and lemon syrup coating on the henna with a cotton swab, so that the henna doesn’t flake off.  Now once your hands are covered with henna, all you want to do is scratch your head or your back, or suddenly relieve yourself!! Aaaaaarghh!! Need to take out my Physics book and check out if any of the great scientists know what theory fits here! All I wished for is the morning sun…and voila, the henna had developed a deep color on my palms already. After keeping my palms ramrod straight for 12 hours, the pleasure I derived was amazing when I scraped off the henna from my palms. What lay beneath was beautiful…the fruits of my labour!!!