Intrusiveness

The mate can work remotely from home and often does so to save commuting time. I've been home with the baby for a while now. The neighbours and apartment staff simply can't seem to get over it. Curiosity over our source of income abounds.


We obviously pay the rent. With 2 malls within walking distance and 4 others within a 4 km radius, we do a lot of impulse shopping. And eating out. The kids are pretty well dressed. Kind of regular metro life. Except that no one sees either of us sweating it out. Occassionally the mate drops in at the office.

Hair troubles again

Obsessive as I am about my hair, I am more so about my kids hair. I never want them to be outcasts in school because they reek of coconut oil (everyday) or have the lamest hairstyle ever invented to plague a child's life out. I take into consideration head shape, hair texture, face shape and God knows else when I get a haircut for Ken.

Serious thoughts on frivolous blogging

There used to be a time when my best blogposts used to comprise moments that make life fun. And I usually had so much happy stuff to talk about. Somehow that seems changed. Today, I predominantly blog about serious stuff. Just when I was beginning to worry that my sense of humour was all drained, realization hit me (in a nice comforting sort of way).

When to walk away: Some serious gyan

Earlier this month, a seventeen-year old girl killed herself because she could not handle being stalked anymore. I don't think she knew the guy who was stalking her. But very often people in stalker-victim situations know their stalkers even though they may not think of them that way. They may think that these people as being unusually persistent and they try hard to fit the stalker into their lifestyle, trying hard to make it work.

I often wonder what extreme of pig-headedness drives them to keep working at a relationship that so clearly has The End written all over it.

Counselled uncounselled

Most newspapers these days deem fit to run columns on child rearing, marital relationships and other aspects of human life. For my part, I view most of these attempts with suspicion. While I do acknowledge and appreciate the wonderful work that is done by hundreds of trained psychiatrists in helping patients with serious mental illnesses, my quarrel is primarily with the psychotherapists or counsellors whom we reach out to 'for help.' Or who thrust their services upon us.

Scaredy Cat: The story of Alice

The mate recently bought toys for the kids from a roadside vendor. Kaavya got a cell phone which plays Dhoom Machale Dhoom, to which she keeps dancing. And Ken got a laser pointer toy with a whole variety of screw on lenses. You choose a lens, point at the wall and press the button. Each lens projects a different image on the wall.

You are here

I thought long and hard whether to write this post or not, and then I decided that I should. I should begin by stating that I have not read “You are here” Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan's bestselling debut novel, though I have paid occasional visits to her blog. When I heard about the book, I checked it out online, hoping to see some reviews.

And at the very beginning of the search results was a link to Rediff, which has an extract from the book.