Some updates

Long times haven’t written anything is this space. Keep thinking of updating all the time but laze and work takes over and I keep postponing. Lots of thoughts, lot of cooking, reading happening.

The other day read a couple of books, one You are my best wife by Ajay Pandey and the other This love that feels right by Ravinder Singh. My detailed review would follow soon but both of them are love stories. Contrast and very different one looking for love outside marriage and one talking of love even after the person is no more.

Both made me think about love and marriages and had some very good lessons to share. It’s been long time I read some thought provoking ones. Liked the style and the way the authors made their point.

How about you all? Any good books read? Please share your recommendations.

Sports

 In a country if 125 crores and many sports. It took the determination of girls to stand up and fight for the pride of the country when the "so called " socialist were busy talking about what they never even attempted. It's time to start respecting the efforts of sports persons who work hard without any facilities. They are the hero's who fly in economy class and without any perks and still try to win something for the country. A country where people judge you without even knowing the efforts you have put in. The odds you faced to reach there.

Proud of the girls who have won acclodes for the country.  A country where all we know of is the names of Bollywood stars and cricketers.
It's time to respect and acknowledge the other sports other than cricket. We have talents we need to nurture them by providing amenities. Motivate.

Proud to be an Indian.. 

The Wedding Photographer:My review

Synposis

In a seventeen-hour-long flight, a chance upgrade to business class lands journalist Risha Kohli next to handsome real estate hotshot Arjun Khanna. What’s more? Risha has been moonlighting as a photographer and her next assignment is Arjun’s sister’s wedding: the most anticipated social event of the year!

But Arjun doesn’t trust journalists and suspects this smart, sexy and incredibly spunky girl of using their mutual attraction as a ploy to invade his privacy for a newspaper scoop. And Risha, unaware of Arjun’s personal demons, is worried that this dishy tycoon’s unnerving behaviour will jeopardize her biggest photography gig so far.

What follows is a rollercoaster of snarky quips, sizzling chemistry and simmering drama amidst a Big Fat Punjabi Wedding.

My Review:

A breezy, fun read. Set against a wedding backdrop all the characters are well etched and the wedding plot is used well. I loved the way the story shaped up. When you read the story you kind of connect to the characters. You can relate to the story. All the characters are well etched and a simple love story, mostly predictable. Light paced, fluent language and makes an ideal read for a lazy Sunday noon. A feel good kinda book.

Lookign forward for more writings from this author. Loved her way of narrating a story.

I would rate this book 3.5/5 as it is fun,breezy read. Love stories with happy endings always bring a smile of our faces.  :)

Sundays

The most beautiful day of the week is here. The most relaxing day, when clock takes a backseat and our hearts take control. Have a fun day with leisure breakfast, an elaborate lunch, a great nap ,a nice book that makes the wait worthwhile and a quiet walk alongside in the evening. 

With rains, the idea of chai with piping hot pakodas, samosas sound very inviting. J Family sitting together chit chatting and enjoying meals or movies together, laughing, discussing and puling each other’s legs is my idea of ideal Sunday. Seeing your kiddos fighting for the last bite makes me fill with happiness. As a child me and my bro used to fight for who gets to eat the maximum pakodas or the crumbs that comes with it. J Those were fun days.

What’s your idea of an ideal Sunday?

Cooking woes

Ask any woman What's the only dreaded question and she would be quick to retort, "what to cook". I mean seriously I feel blessed are the souls, who need not have to face this, task of deciding the menu, especially the husbands. All they contribute in this conversation is saying "whatever".

Kids aren't helpful either. Mine would ask for anything out of blue and if I say the ingredients aren't there he would say "Mumma then why ask?"  Do whatever you wish as usual. Mine you always categorize as junk or unhealthy. So again to same burning question, "what to cook"?

Do you face the same issue?

Life after tragedy

Just heard about a kiddo aged 6 losing both parents in an accident and it started disturbing me. Now, i don't even know but such news have the capability to distract me and shatter me wondering and feeling sorry for the kid.

It must be so difficult losing both parents, he might never be able to come out / forget. Such blows just break you forever, no matter what age it happens. Can't imagine the plight of such a small kid. I wonder if the mom who just died, would she be at peace? Whats life after death? When you leave back your lifeline and go to another world won't she be crying seeing the plight of her child? Maybe every moment, of her child's cry might break her heart. Maybe even after death she might not be able to forgive herself for leaving her kid to this world.

I know fate etc is there, maybe he would move on, grow to be a better person. But a mom would never be able to. Sorry to write this maybe many of you might find this irrelevant or even stupid, but then that's LIFE

Kids

The other day, after long time tumbled upon an old album of the kiddo. Was going through them and realized how much time flew without me knowing. Kids grow so fast, i know sounds cliched, but a very fact we realize when we go through old snaps. Since they are always around us we never realize how fast they grow.

For me, time stood still when i saw him for the first time. I can never forget the moment when we both were looking at each other for the first time. I sometimes wish i could find out what he taught about me when he saw me first ;) ( I know wishful thinking). I wish i could rewind time and  live those moments again. Lot of the memoirs captured, when i was seeing them was trying to recollect how he used to be. Lot of places here my memory fails. 

I feel like they are all blur, a life i lead before him sounds to me like earlier birth. I have forgotten how we used to ,what we used to do before him. Maybe with them growing so fast, all we can hold is "memories".Hug them, hold them close to heart, a peck on their cheek now, ruffle their hair now. Because tomorrow he would grow and would not even like these silly things we "moms" do. :)