Skip to main content

Lost in transition







Did I just say lost? Yep, thats what sums up my life for now. Between cooking, writing, haggling with writers (for money, keywords, language and much more), I am a nervous wreck. How did mothers manage all of this all the while? Phew...no idea and right now I don't want to know. 


I have this nagging fear that my blog is dying a silent death. I have five posts lying in my drafts which may not see the light of the day. Yes, some are about weddings and life after weddings. Fiction, poetry or anything relevant has left me. I am irrational about most things now and very emotional. Read - I cry at the drop of any hat (mine or anyone I know or don't). Crap. 


Marriage life is getting normal by the day and it irks me. No more violins heard in the background, instead just the whistle from the blessed cooker, is all I hear. Gah. Back to burning the midnight oil - writing the night away. 

Comments

  1. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
  2. press on the "restart button" that will give u a nudge to add some spice to marriage ;)

    ReplyDelete
  3. I agree with tongue no more spicing up veggies, spice up life now! :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. Nikki! About your blog, I think all of us are suffering from severe blogger burn out. Even I have been unable to post anything remotely nice in the longest time. Give it some time, and when lightning strikes, I am sure you'll be back to your old writing ways.

    About marriage life, doesn't settling down mean the ultimate adjustment? If you don't hear violins anymore, by God buy one, learn how to play it, and make your own melodies!

    :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. you are busy all day niki. leaves no time for fun does it? :)

    keep texting him in between posts/lines. flirt. :P

    ReplyDelete
  6. Iggy! so very right u are! :))

    Nikki - Buy the violin.. while ur at it get a piano as well :))

    ReplyDelete
  7. Nikita,

    JAB PAANI MEIN GIRE TO TAIRANA AA HI JAAYEGA. Relax. You will get used to this pressure and pressure COOKERWALI SEETI. Keep writing, please do not let this die.

    Take care

    ReplyDelete
  8. nikki
    nice to hear fm u...hows H? things same same back here..i could not make it bby this yr and feel sad..insha allah next time...so v cann all plan..u n H can reach there..baapre anywy a trip is far away as of now..so all the best friend..best wishes always

    ReplyDelete
  9. hey ur married!!! yea sounds wierd now coz i came to blogger like after 4 months or so...but anyways...see its still fun...still ppl like me gets wide-eyed ans awed...and dont get settled soo soon...go fight wid ur husband...dat shud get it moving :P

    ReplyDelete
  10. Very interesting post. Thank you for sharing. this is exactly what i was looking for. Keep up the good work. I really like your blog and will recommend it.

    ReplyDelete
  11. You should write when you least feel like writing. The flow is much more natural, methinks.

    I've learnt one thing the hard way. Writing needs practice. If you don't write, you start to lose the flow.

    BTW, have you started doling out advice to couples younger than yourselves? :)

    ReplyDelete
  12. @ SSD

    Me thinks...you aiming at something here? Girl friend? :P Nah. I not getting into the agony mode. Have to sort out my married life first! :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

GO ahead, say it out loud!

Popular posts from this blog

#Sorry not sorry

I feel sorry for ‘Sorry’ – such an abused term. When you come to think of it, it is just a word, right? It holds significance in some instance and at times, it is a mere excuse. But we humans absolutely love it as an excuse, don’t we? I use this term a lot; I mean a lot! I think of myself as a kind being, and hence, if I happen to push or ignore (deliberate), I say ‘sorry’. I say sorry for things that may not need a ‘sorry’. I say ‘sorry’ to people I am not really feeling sorry for (don’t read this the wrong way). In short, I say ‘sorry’ a lot like I have already admitted. It is my ticket to moving on, a ticket to redeem myself for mistakes and sometimes, tinged with slight sadness (maybe).


But is ‘Sorry’ the right word? Mean, is it even appropriate? Like they say, first you commit the murder and then say sorry. What is the point of it? I would say nothing. Sorry – the term originated from the West Germanic term Sore that evolved to Sarig, meaning pained or distressed. It is also known…

I Wonder What Ants do on Rainy Days…

Source: Google Images
On days when the sun has abandoned us, hiding behind the grey, moody clouds. Do they sit inside their hills and wonder out loud? Do they stare outside at the rain, measuring the raindrops, letting thoughts splotch all over? Does the earthy petrichor take them down the memory lane? Or are they content with what nature has to offer? It is a part of their lives, isn’t it? They dredge up foods daily, diligently build their hills, even if it is to serve their queen, only to enjoy it on days like this, no? Maybe they do take stock of things, of their bearings. They ought to sleep it off, take a day to rest or do they lament on the lost time?
Unlike me.
When I gaze out, a gazillion thoughts fly by; some worthy of the pen, some so disturbing that I often question my sanity. I like the grey skies though. They seem like textured canvases waiting for me to scribble something. The lazy raindrops wetting the streets below and casting a temporary stain on window ledges bring a…

Celebrating Navratri? Stop now as we have no right to worship the female form...

Today my mom asked me to go get fall bidding done for her new saree. Navratri has begun and Durga Pujo is just around the corner. This year we are planning to go Pandal hopping on a Saptami instead of an Ashtami or Navmi to avoid the jams and the crowds. I will wear a saree too and my Punjabi husband will tag along for the delicious food.
In a multicultural household like mine, most festivals are a big deal, especially Navratri and Durga Pujo. But in the hullabaloo of festivities, we don’t stop to think of its essence – why do we celebrate Durga Pujo or Navratri at all. To celebrate Ma Shakti – a prompt answer from my mother. Navratri is a celebration of the nine stages of womanhood – a tribute to the power of the female.But to us commoners, it is a festival of dancing to the tunes of Garba or dandiya or Bollywood music. It is our turn to wear our best clothes, head out in the night, meet family and be merry. And once, this is over, the female form goes back to being what they always a…