Zindagi Rockz

Forgive the tacky caption.. The 'creative' me is in hibernation hence I'm making do with bland, insipid titles.. Hoping that people reading this don't find the post dull and boring.. So coming to the topic.. 'Female drivers'.. Not wanting to sound sexist but it's a universally accepted fact that females are not as accomplished as their male counterparts when it comes to driving.. I take offence to that.. Not because I'm an accomplished driver but because many of my female friends are.. In fact some of them can give F1 race drivers a run for their money.. Conversely I also know several guys who don't know to drive.. Guess the universe has a way of balancing the scales.. So let's talk my adventures behind the wheel.. Well, I learnt to drive after I got married.. It was more of an 'I'm-an-independent-woman.. I-don't-need-anyone' phase that made me want to enroll for driving classes.. I goofed up the driving test but managed to g...

The title for this post is actually inspired by a book by the same name..But I have modified the last word to avoid defiling my blog space with unparliamentary language, assuming my daughter will read my blogs some day.. (By the way, the last word on the (modified) title of my blog rhymes with 'duck'- for those of you who couldn't get it the first time.. lol) So, not many people know this about me but book shops are my favourite haunts to visit.. I can spend hours walking through those aisles, browsing through the books, and more often than not I end up buying atleast a couple of books.. So today, after an entertaining and fun filled brunch meet with friends from work, I thought it was also time I stimulated the 'nerd' in me and so I stepped into a nearby bookshop.. And the first book that caught my eye was titled "The subtle art of not giving a 'fish'".. The title amused me a lot.. Not so much because of the content but for the fact that such a...

Today on the occasion of Children's day, we dressed up our daughter as Mother Theresa as she had to be dressed as a global personality.. Boy was she thrilled.. There's nothing more beautiful than to see your kid beaming.. Just like my daughter was today.. And she went to school so happily today.. It brought back memories of 'Children's day' celebration when I was kid.. Children's day was the most awaited occasion in the life of an 80s' kid.. The most exciting thing about childrens day was that we got to wear 'colour dress' or what my daughter's teachers today refer to as 'Casual wear'.. So the run up to Children's day was spent in deciding which outfit to wear.. Because it was the only day in the academic year that we got to wear something other than our dreaded uniforms.. And the day was spent in the auditorium, watching some class put up a programme that was more entertaining than some of the award winning series on Netflix today....

So we've all experienced those days where we feel unloved, unwanted and misunderstood.. And spent hours brooding over the 'pain' inflicted on us (real or imagined).. And perhaps spent time thinking how can people be so insensitive or indifferent.. How can my being hurt not bother my closest 'friends'? Are they so uncaring.. Or am I so insignificant in their lives? Well, the truth is they've always been insensitive/uncaring/indifferent.. But I chose to see beyond that and believe that these people are wonderful people who will never hurt me.. That's precisely why they say 'expectations hurt'.. You put someone on a pedestal.. Give yourself fully to them.. Open up to them, let them in, trust them, only to have your trust broken and your relationship reduced to ruins.. What ruins it is the picture we have in our minds of how its 'Supposed' to be.. People are 'supposed' to be kind and caring.. Friends are 'supposed' to be there fo...