Reshmi 's memoirs jotted as events- to be refreshed by the writer if required

Your calendar points to 31 st December when auto search on the mind rotates and reflects on the year gone by. 365 days can make a decisive life for some and not for man y. No problem! Your heart beats for one year more to kick you about, for days and months to make it worthwhile. Remember blossoms are waiting to bloom only for all! Bouquets don’t last! The year gone by was a mixed experience of small moments of joy, expectations, disappointments and fulfillment. Nothing too big to feel bogged down. The experience of meeting new people did leave a twinkle in the eye which doesn’t last long. Move on! Pin your hopes Hope but don’t hope for much to feel EXASPERATED. Your frame of bones and flesh have a tenacity to absorb. Don’t over absorb to break that tenacity. Body is matter, preserve it! Caution helps Just guard yourself from “anti-self” persons, ambitious pessimists , who will raise hopes and disappoint later. Body is a big rubber ball that keeps bobb

If politics was a recognised institution,   it would have earned a Pulitzer, Nobel or Academy award for lifetime achievement. Unfortunately,   such an award hardly exists. But players are many, quaint, experienced, novices, dynasts and vagabonds. Anybody can participate. Medicins             Sans       Frontiers Tailors                  Sans       Needle& thread Carpenters         Sans       Hammers & nails Teachers              Sans       Qualifications                               (* Sans means without.) It is mandatory to have a definite goal that affects the common good of a community. Even the gravedigger has a purpose in life. So, any human who is true to his salt and soil must be useful to his brethren. He ceases to be one when he adorns the garb of a spoke – a killjoy – a vindictive man, etc. So ! Politics with a pinch of salt is sufficient. Polls and Pole vaulting an exercise for all gymnasts !         Election: An exercise to endorse

To be on Social Media is a challenge for all ages provided you  ➤   Be online for at least six hours  ➤    Be tech-savvy on a moderate level  ➤    Be agile in recognising your responder  ➤    Understand ethics of conversation, not mandatory as in today’s parlance, if it treads on an abusive streak not polish  ➤    Emoticons are feelers (pheromones) that are lukewarm but essential especially “hearts” the most   misconstrued ones  ➤    Posting selfies for a pat than information  ➤    Pretend to be active on dating/profile/preacher apps (not that otherwise you are a stick-in-the-mud) Me, as an SM user has been disappointing because I cannot pretend to be active when I am slumped on a seat that is smeared with an hour-long glue. Maybe more! Poor/late reflexes to remarks. Reactions to encouraging news has been an unavoidable trait to keep me abreast of news, progress, advancement in technology, people or happenings around. But that is not enough. You have to log on

Although I wished well for all a joyful, warm summer, powers of nature or destiny decided to give me a spoonful of bitter summer lessons. Excess heat - despondent mood Technical glitches in the distribution of water in our building, that lasted for 3 weeks Entertaining some outstation guests in the heat of summer, who generally mix summer with travel (means, I /you are not in their list of fun) A family marriage – enjoyable but exhausting especially amidst strangers where you smile and mop sweat on the face alternately. The entire period of 8 weeks was filled with anxiety, action and reactions for a young athlete. Imagine stretching your stamina level at my age. Occasionally I looked towards heavens for respite and savour a cool whiff of air. Those summer vacations…. This refers to those vacations one longed for during schooldays. The mandatory vacation down south to visit relatives. All vehicles of transport were a challenge but we en

Does the topic sound clichéd but being a ‘concerned’ woman of ‘some substance’, I do feel people are wrongly attired in summer? What irks me is the 5 ½ metre long saree that is wrapped for elegance does portend to be quite irksome. Be it at home or office or outdoor work. Oh, yes! We have cotton sarees that need to be pampered a lot before wear. Starched and ironed, I mean. The product has undergone a change these days. More and more women use netted fabric for letting in air to get easy movement of limbs. Then there is the silk and cotton blended fabric that looks crispy and glossy available in delightful shades. Loin fabric always So much for sarees but not to forget the less privileged women who have to make do with a make do fabric. Generally ‘loin’ with close knit prints to eliminate the translucent effect. The length and breadth too is reduced to give enough scope for limb movements. The best state in India to offer summer clothing is Kerala. They have a white

Bengaluru or Bangalore is no longer a city one longs to visit for the simple reason it can hardly qualify to be a Garden City. A ‘concrete’ city that is just booming the mortar business and also the daily wager’s fortune but drawing the Bangalorean to an unforeseen doom. Of what avail! It has squashed all the meticulous planning a city needs to preserve its past history. Even the city’s scientist who has left us, Mr C V Raman, who owns a piece of land there which is being hawked upon by the government. Electric supply, is erratic and water ‘supply’ is stolen (via tankers) and supplied, Lakes keep frothing when elections are not due, Vehicular traffic is infested with App-based taxes during peak hours. Eateries are doing good business except the menu has shifted from 'Bisi-bele bath' (rice delicacy) to Biryani . Lost city A ‘lost’ city where human interaction has virtually come to a halt. Is it because of the IT industry spreading its silent shadow over people, inf

Almost two decades in this capital city have been eventful, taxing, tearful and adventurous. They have been learning years to meet and understand people, young and adults, bureaucrats and friends. The one distinct change anyone would notice is the change in personality. One can attribute it to the hostile climate here as experienced by a Mumbaikar. It just brings about a cultural change in the gait and mannerisms. I have evolved as a loud, aggressive and lazier person. ‘Lazy’, because the extreme climate makes so. Summer or winter, there is ample scope to sit in one spot for hours, especially during winters. A virtual ‘no-no’, to shift our butts from one chair to another. Thankfully that has not made me a bulky woman. Over to a lighter moment. Sharmas of ‘F’ Block We were residing at Lajpat Nagar. He, Mr.Sharma, wore a monkey cap (in winter), smoked beedis constantly, was pot-bellied, walked in slow pace, and scoured vessels in the kitchen/fridge when his wife is out. Techni