tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99845842024-03-07T13:54:05.444+05:30ChiffonesqueWith something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.comBlogger2055125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-6533321617758217212023-12-09T01:53:00.001+05:302023-12-09T01:53:53.286+05:30What all has changed<p> I went to an office party for the first time in over a decade. (I am writing the blog after such a long gap as if it doesn't matter.) Maybe it doesn't. It's nice to know whether I have a physical home or not I have a psychological spot to always come to. Until Google decides otherwise. </p><p>So I carry on waiting for the whims of Google or God.</p><p>Anyway - office party.</p><p>I went. Wore a really chic charcoal wrap dress from Zara, nide pumps from Zara, a string of pearls and all that. The party was in a club/ bar sort of place and there was a DJ belting out "<i>jhumka</i> <i>giraa</i> <i>re</i>" every 10 minutes. And then I was forced to dance. I was so so uncomfortable. I had liked sitting and having my orange squash with another quiet colleague. He and I were sitting next to each other and communicating via text to one another. The music really was too loud. </p><p>I was a little shocked at how much some people were enjoying themselves while I looked as if I could have a seizure. Truly - how different we all are.</p><p>But I had <i>jeera</i> rice and <i>chhole</i> and came back home to some chai and massage and my favourite thing - a chat with Papa. </p><p>And it got me to blog. So maybe everything happens for a reason.</p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-66687621140275070322023-07-26T06:02:00.002+05:302023-07-26T06:02:43.984+05:30A very bad mood<p> I have been trying to sleep for a while but have not been able to. I am in a very bad mood. Turns out I am very averse to change. Things are crap. </p><p>Deep breaths are not helping.</p><p>I am feeling very trapped. The anger and irritation is quite intense. Let me take a few moments to just quietly watch myself. </p><p>Works </p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-34316235300465099122023-06-30T02:26:00.001+05:302023-06-30T02:26:10.108+05:30That kind of a day, that kind of a thought<p> It was Eid and Ekadashi today. Thus far, I have managed to keep the fast for Ekadashi. But we still have 2 hours to go so...let's see.</p><p>I had this urge to go to a temple. There is a small one near my house. Today it was filled with people singing keertans. So I went to the Iskcon. I like the temple. It's so big and bustling. It's organised and musical. </p><p>But today was very crowded. Usually I go to temples and do a quick pranaam without offering flowers or fruits. But I felt like buying a thali. I got one with some fruits, tulsi leaves and a single marigold flower that lay there like a fully energized petaled sun. There was a long queue and I was already feeling stressed in the pit of my stomach. But the line kept moving and just like that, I had my darshan and I got done. </p><p>I came out and thought of getting a flower for the pooja room in my home. I bought a lotus. The florist fluffed out the petals and it looked like a sweet little bird. </p><p>I caught an auto back and as is my nature, I thought.</p><p>The trip to Iskcon was an impulse...a strong, deep tug in my stomach. But the road had a few unpleasant skirmishes - the auto-fellow whose meter was galloping away. When I confronted him about it, he got defensive and started arguing. The security lady at the temple shoved me a little bit. Inside, another lady was flapping her elbows to twist her way ahead of the queue, and the florist overcharged me for the lotus saying that it was a special day. </p><p>Earlier I would have thought that religion or these kinds of rituals make people dishonest and bad. But the fact that all that happened, yet I had my darshan properly and returned home without getting wet...that says something. There is a man, a tantric called Rajarshi Nandy, who says that the purpose of all the rituals etc. is not for the gods or goddesses. They will be perfectly fine without it. They are for the person who has to live out his or her life here, being constantly distorted with the corruption of daily living. </p><p>I saw that today. This trip, I thought, was like my life. There seem to be many things and people in the path who really do put me off my larger goal. The path itself is too crowded and the goal feels unwieldy. But I expect that someday, for a short while, the crowds will thin and I will grasp my goal like dandelion fluff in my palms.</p><p>It will be a simple, sweet miracle that I will forget about the next second. </p><p>And that will be a life lived the way it should be. </p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-46940407130682693072023-06-18T03:18:00.005+05:302023-06-18T03:22:02.444+05:30One more day<p> Today began with so much tumult. But I managed to finish one set of work, have a couple of strong work-related calls, and a lot of other things that induced panic. But I had a massage and spoke to my father.</p><p>Some days, talking to Dad is the most special thing that happens.</p><p>I have started reading another article and it seems interesting. It's on the nature of persuasion. Have not been able to find the book on Shiva Sutras now. That was quite mind-bending. But I am trying to explore this process of detaching yourself from your body first and mind second.</p><p>I had a scary dream in the afternoon/ early evening. In the dream, I was talking to a friend. I was telling her that I wanted to go to the base of the Worli sea link but people discouraged me. My friend repliesd that she had wanted to go there too. But people, especially her father, said not to go because a lot of tigers were killed there. He held her back physically and <i>said,"Kabhi nahin bhoolti</i>." (She never forgets.) I think he was referring to the sea.</p><p>The sea stands for emotions, sub-conscious, and I think the mother. I think maybe my friend (or me, projecting) wanted to get closer to my mother's pain. And a father figure held us back. Tigers in dreams could stand for problems. In Hindu mythology, they are interpreted as standing for ego. My friend had recently been to a safari and had spotted tigers. </p><p>The sea link stands for connection, actually a fast connection between the older part of a city to the newer part of a city. That could be that maybe the link between the mother's past pain and the chaos of today have a connection. </p><p>And it's twilight. It's dark. </p><p>I think it's Ma Kali saying hello. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-12770787865144157012023-06-17T00:40:00.001+05:302023-06-17T00:40:30.677+05:30A nice walk and for the next 140 days...<p> Had a really nice walk today. I woke up a little upset because the cleaning lady had taken an off today. It is getting very irritating now. But I must be patient. </p><p>Then I read an article in the Harvard Business Review compendium (the HBR'S Ten Best Must Read books). It was called 'Telling Tales' by Stephen Denning. The article had an interesting reference to an 'International Storytelling Center" in Tennessee. I just looked it up. It seems like a really nice place- an NGO dediicated to improving the world through stories. (Link: https://www.storytellingcenter.net/)</p><p>Should research it some more.</p><p>In this article, there was a segment called 'The Story Catalog'. It was so cogently written. This is the thing with good writing - the work shows and also does not show. It's like looking into a goodlooking face - it may be without make-up except for that slight dewy tint that looks loke your face emerged like a pearl from an oyster. But it has good features and eyes that will not let you turn away. </p><p>Anyway I started with reading that and then I finished one article because over the weekend I have a lot of other stuff to do. As in - other work. I thought that I am working really hard so I bought an expensive kaftaan dress from Nicobar. </p><p>The walk was scrumptious. Just a good breeze. But it really must rain now. This teasing has gone on long enough.</p><p>Sleepy now. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-41733024730808707682023-06-14T01:15:00.003+05:302023-06-14T01:15:29.575+05:30Awake for a while<p> There's a lot to finish but I started my day early. Really early. I am getting a little tired of the cleaning lady who comes to my house. There's something about her that's innately unpleasant. But jobs are important. I should suck it up until things reach a point of no return.</p><p>Really sleepy now. </p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-18774770782677067802023-06-13T01:48:00.001+05:302023-06-13T01:48:13.716+05:30One more day<p><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> Today was a little scary.
Some guy pretending to be from the gas agency entered the house and poked
around the house, etc. I should not have allowed him in but the day began on a
high stress note anyway. So I was distracted. I really ought to be more
careful.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It's getting really hot and I
wish it rains now. Like right now. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I have to finish a few more
things. But I am so tired now. Maybe tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-56756644541866648022023-06-12T00:17:00.001+05:302023-06-12T00:17:32.510+05:30What's been up...<p> I just finished some work and informed the client that I may need more time. Before I retire for the day, I decided to restart the blog. A lot of things have been on my mind lately. Most of them are about religion. Rather my religion. Actually not so much my religion but the narrative around it. I have recently come across this author, J Sai Deepak, a copyright lawyer tackling IPR. He practices in the Supreme Court. He has written a trilogy about the Indic civilization's decline through invasion, proselytization, and subsequent usurping of collective pain by an alien paradigm of secularism. I got the last book of the trilogy, "India, Bharat, and Pakistan - the constitutional journey of a sandwiched civilization." The book traces the constitutional founding of the two nations and how that has marginalized Hindus. I have not started reading the book, but I got it because I think it's time for me to read and tackle complex text.</p><p>Managing an onslaught of work and some home repairs has been challenging at home. But yesterday I went to visit a friend. She took me to a spot where she walks her dog, and I saw many flamingoes. It was such a postcard of avian magic. Their silhouettes are gorgeous, and their shades are like poetry mixed with cool rose water. I had a great time. </p><p>I have eaten a lot now. I mean, I eat a lot every day now. But it's okay. I am thinking a lot. There's a lot to process. The other day I had gone to another friend's house for dinner. It was her twin's birthday, and that was fun too. But lately, I find myself getting uncomfortable in places where non-veg is cooked. After the flamingo spotting, my friend and I went to a restaurant called Gracias Granny in Nerul. Very charming eatery and tasty Mexican food. But I felt a little uncomfortable after that too.</p><p>I may need to record my outings more closely to check if the cooking of the non-veg food is making me uncomfortable or not.</p><p>Anyway, this is it for now.</p><p>Hope to be more regular here. </p><div><br /></div>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-17943462392441559602023-02-27T21:56:00.001+05:302023-02-27T21:56:33.552+05:30Rest and peace<p> I am in Delhi now and I am typing this post without my spectacles and it is hard. It is awful and it is crazy. Things are weird and life is weird and people are weird. I am in Delhi, staying with J for a while. Today she made me a little mushroom rice in a clay pot. It was very tasty. We went for a walk around the block and we bought some flowers - pink, white, and yellow lilies and two red roses. The florist gave J a sweet, delicate pink rose. I love flowers in the house. These are now in a vase on the dining table and they look so friendly and pretty! J is working and I look at the flowers as I type this. They say hello to me. Fresh cut flowers are my favorite way of soothing myself. Actually creamy coffee is. I think I will have coffee now.</p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-91418690107468944542023-01-12T00:51:00.001+05:302023-01-12T00:51:21.796+05:302023<p> With a man urinating in a plane and a cop being stabbed in broad daylight, our year has begun.</p><p>Maybe to offset the ghastliness, I am writing to record this sweet little incident.</p><p>I had gone for a walk and on the way my phone fell down. A young boy, maybe in his late teens, made the move to pick it up. I found that sweet. </p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-91955021070397425042022-12-11T06:24:00.000+05:302022-12-11T06:24:01.235+05:30A few days gone by <p> Not that anything really changes for me. I am still working and my tea has gone cold. I am wearing a pretty nice outfit though. It's a short black top with gold <i>bootis</i>, linen pajamas, and my mom's gold necklace. It looks quite nicely put together, even though I showcased this heightened sense of style to the world by going and buying fruits. Today I got <i>malta</i> - which is a beautiful orange, sweet-lime, citrus-y variant. It looks so beautiful - that color is fresh and vibrant. It looks as if it were cultivated with joy.</p><p>Back home. I should start working on something now that involves me going through a couple of call recordings.</p><p>It has been a few days now and things are rather upsetting. But the other day V came home and showed me an old two-rupee note. It was so cool! That sweet pink little note! Brought back a lot of innocent and happy memories.</p><p>Feeling scattered at work. My neck and shoulder and back are hurting. Let's see. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-29099101812417298502022-12-04T23:59:00.004+05:302022-12-04T23:59:47.909+05:30Memorizing life<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJfuO0xuRDxJ_R25-J9H-NAfiBENEb6O26zV3Xv7cdg4LU_MNq74iiCC1xyrcs94lcmFyHS4I6LdzWooNCXw4n33BN8wzM69Bi1WO0llNkXjUTgiRVdIxWTeP8SekuuIV1IudK5JcLuGoVlERVfDlpD8xFsCIWDluHL8CzGCtdNwJEXswVrc/s2448/IMG_20221204_222305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJfuO0xuRDxJ_R25-J9H-NAfiBENEb6O26zV3Xv7cdg4LU_MNq74iiCC1xyrcs94lcmFyHS4I6LdzWooNCXw4n33BN8wzM69Bi1WO0llNkXjUTgiRVdIxWTeP8SekuuIV1IudK5JcLuGoVlERVfDlpD8xFsCIWDluHL8CzGCtdNwJEXswVrc/s320/IMG_20221204_222305.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes when I walk around, I think of various themes and plots and possibilities. Today I thought of amnesia. I was thinking of which place would remind me of something if I lost my memory. There are stronger memories associated with different places, etc. But this picture here is mixed with awe, memory, imagination and curiosity. This house is somewhere off Hill Road. Ever since I remember, this house has had the same type of lights...6 rows of stars and fairy lights. Always, every Christmas it was this. Only one balcony in that large-ish bungalow is really done up. But the glow in the balcony is so wholesome and wonderful. I think if I ever lost my memory, I would remember where I was by seeing this house lit up for Christmas. </div> <p></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-16019190214500203912022-12-02T23:31:00.001+05:302022-12-02T23:31:29.275+05:30Some pictures from my walk today<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmNN9ooTu6TFWLa6TcOTH-MEMsZBji0X01Xfs1IwWxeUWCTmr3TsrXpmIxwVgVPexO2a2gZgSGDziEUGT-bh21kCuAH7LT_VnYn1j84iaeK2HpHwmdvhVvpI_MEEOk0YMwGnji9GRPGQGEvsMh3OY_bfB_SFKLs3fiIOQ0GUy5GDoiUFJVj8/s2448/IMG_20221202_220638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmNN9ooTu6TFWLa6TcOTH-MEMsZBji0X01Xfs1IwWxeUWCTmr3TsrXpmIxwVgVPexO2a2gZgSGDziEUGT-bh21kCuAH7LT_VnYn1j84iaeK2HpHwmdvhVvpI_MEEOk0YMwGnji9GRPGQGEvsMh3OY_bfB_SFKLs3fiIOQ0GUy5GDoiUFJVj8/s320/IMG_20221202_220638.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Things at home are very tough. At work, it's going okay but not too well. I think the main thing is to reason level-headed and detached so that I do not explode and destroy everyone and everything. Now, I feel the need to go away somewhere and work. I really need a change of scene. </p><p>Okay, I am getting pulled in a lot of different directions. And it is now critical that I make a list and just stick to it. And maybe wake up earlier at the crack of dawn and start work. There are just so many meetings! </p><p>It's tough, tough, tough. Basically have kept myself sane by looking through pictures. Okay. I have to attend a call. Poured myself a little Diet Coke and settling in to listen in and take notes.</p><p>Always good fun.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-77456028760468870942022-11-30T22:39:00.002+05:302022-11-30T22:39:50.523+05:30Rounding off<p> Went for a shorter walk around Pali Hill. Not too shabby. Feeling a little sick. Around Bagel Shop, there was a lot of smoke - it was fragrant but still smoky. Now my nose and throat itch. </p><p>The moon was so pretty and cute, peeking through trees. Sometimes it looks funny - such a dainty thing hanging over a police station. Anyway I was very distracted and in a foul mood throughout the walk. But must take a moment to be grateful:</p><p>1. Papa is there and he was walking around here and there with minimal pain.</p><p>2. There was food on the table and roof over my head.</p><p>3. I am safe. </p><p>4. Laptop got repaired. </p><p>5. Had stable internet connection. </p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-48120734309686809372022-11-30T19:57:00.001+05:302022-11-30T19:57:19.525+05:30Bullshit dayJust been the most annoying day interacting with people who have no respect for boundaries. Just ringing the bell whenever, even though they have clearly been told otherwise. <div><br /></div><div>Just so annoying. That Will Smith movie where everyone is erased from the earth and it's only him and his dog? Wonder what he was complaining about. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I have not yet gone for a walk. Not sure if I want to. Really need one day of rest where I just want to NOT have to open the fucking door or talk to anyone or land up for idiotic meetings where no one bloody turns up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, last day of the month. Month's almost done. </div>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-89568865326631130082022-11-29T22:45:00.002+05:302022-11-29T22:45:17.962+05:30JoyI am having a glass of beet juice right now. Unsweetened but beet has a velvety sweetness that I like. Today Bandstand was hopping!<div><br /></div><div>So many people! There seemed to be an army of couples sitting on the rocks and a strong crescent moon shone on them. </div><div><br /></div><div>They looked like alien little shells that the high tide had brought in. </div><div>Bought a couple of packets of Maggi from a tiny cigarette shop that can't stock large packs because of the size, I guess. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I will make a packet to have with the jackfruit sabzi. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okay...i am not wearing my spectacles. So blogging on the phone is becoming a bit of a pain. Still...day recorded. One survived. Over and out.</div>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-77405562131523582532022-11-28T15:08:00.003+05:302022-11-28T15:08:47.136+05:30And so...I did not write yesterday. Not because there was no time but because I had to finish a couple of storyboards and I had parked working on the storyboards over the weekend because the rest of the week is spent in meetings and feeling tired and exhausted. <div><br /></div><div>But despite my displeasure, I wanted to begin a Monday morning with a meeting. I think this is what one means by 'creatures of habit'. Just today I was thinking about how it has been so long since I woke up with no agitation. Sometimes as I read, "When the body says no" I wonder what all I am putting my body through - a continued, sustained stress. But then again I think that perhaps this is a rite of passage. That by building a capacity for precisely this agitation, some superhero-esque dimension is instilled inside of me and it will soon emerge. I don't know if it is a function of time and space (or it <b>must </b>be a function of time and space because nothing is permanent) but I have taken to deny much of my routine pleasures. Actually not deny. But just don't feel like indulging in those anymore. Like I haven't gone for a movie in ages. Or met anyone. Or gone out for dinner or a coffee. And I don't even miss it. Just something I think about when I go for a walk. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I can finally accept that my life as I know it has changed. And I have changed beyond recognition as well. Although outwardly and intellectually I am supposed to be unhappy about this, I finally feel...free?</div>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-26217886740091406552022-11-27T02:26:00.004+05:302022-11-27T02:26:50.266+05:30Much is left to be done<p> A lot of work and I would like a break. Still. Could manage to step out for a quick walk up and down Pali Hill. That was so nice. Pali Hill is a really pretty place. It's dug up but still pretty.</p><p>There was a party going on in one of the lawns. I heard someone singing and saw deep pink lights on trees. I tried to peek in through the gates and saw blush satin stage drapes. Looked fancy.</p><p>Will sleep for a few hours if I can. Then wake up and work, work, work. Maybe call in for a massage. Really need the stress relief.</p><p>Anyway, here goes. Sleep </p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-31647716304331353912022-11-26T01:41:00.001+05:302022-11-26T01:41:11.234+05:30FridayToday has ended. Papa was supposed to go to Vashi and stay there but I threw a small fir. So he came back but he will go tomorrow for the weekend. <div><br /></div><div>Went for a pedicure today. Felt good. I haven't had one for ages so all the scrubbing and sloughing felt nice. The good man working on my feet very happily said, "New feet now!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Went for a walk to Mount Mary. Had a plate of Pani puri. This one hour of walk by myself...it is the most precious thing for me now. Last night I woke up feeling very anxious and scared. I could not breathe and I was having some ugly, scary dreams. An outburst later, I soothes down and slept.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I came across a term, "emotional safety". Must look it up. It seems like something I would need.</div><div><br /></div><div>Head hurts a bit.</div>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-47669286005211728302022-11-25T05:20:00.000+05:302022-11-25T05:20:05.369+05:30Tired<p> Was a distracted weirded day.</p><p>Phone conked off. Got it repaired. I have to meet a friend for dinner tonight but I have a knot in my stomach.</p><p>I don't know. I feel as if I am losing confidence in many things. Really just want to remain in my flat and not meet anyone or do anything. I feel the need to conserve all kinds of energy - monetary, mental, physical, and emotional.</p><p>Something is happening inside of me. I don't know what but I really don't want to be around people anymore.</p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-15134185284613123482022-11-24T02:06:00.005+05:302022-11-24T02:06:52.500+05:30Okay so...<p> Pavlovian responses to evening walks seem to be kicking in.</p><p>I had to create an audio script for a rather large topic. I thought I could wrap it up in an hour but even after two hours of sturdy work, there was a lot remaining. The sun had set. The traffic noise seemed to be abating and I didn't want to skip a day. But there was a lot to finish. So I thought I would take a short walk. </p><p>Today I went to Pali Hill instead of Bandstand. </p><p>It was lovely! They have dug up the road outside Rishi Kapoor's house for quite a long stretch. So only a single line of cars can pass. But it was cool and quiet. I couldn't find my earplugs today. So I had put on some music on my phone and tucked it away in my crossbody. Today I listened to a song recommended by a colleague, "Moondance". The use of flute in this piece is quite lovely!</p><p>I remembered how much I love Pali Hill. It's not as bustling and urgent as Bandstand. And there are spots where you feel wealthy...not because one has a lot, but because one needs so little. There's a sweet satisfaction that is diffused in the area. I actually started feeling drowsy on account of contentment! </p><p>Anyway, good walk done and reached home. </p><p>Dashing off a quick post now, just to record one's existence.</p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-88663663590888888482022-11-22T23:11:00.002+05:302022-11-22T23:11:47.113+05:30Filled up on Tuesday<p> Day began with a client call. The call went off reasonably well. Papa makes me a concoction with warm water and methi powder. It's a little bitter but I like the taste. It's got a smokey, nutty, bitter taste - almost like a dark roast. I had a to-do list all done but I get exhausted just talking and listening to people. So I did not get as much done.</p><p>I went for a longer walk though, which was lovely. My legs are aching and I am properly tired but there was high tide and lovely Breeze. I sat for a while. Didn't like the fact that a guy was just hanging around me talking or pretending to talk on the phone. </p><p>Walked towards the end of the promenade and clicked what I think is a gorgeous picture of a city that lays half-developed like a soft boiled egg in the shadows and reflected lights on the surface of the sea.</p><p>Came home and really relished the glass of cold water. Today I tried something that was so yummy! Tore off a plain croissant, dampened the pieces with milk - just enough to wet them, added a spoon of jaggery powder and warmed it up. It was so filling and tasty. </p><p>Wore my snuggly flannel shirt from M&S and my new navy tights. Really sleepy now. Will change out of my new clothes and rest up.</p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-50840824676905930312022-11-22T00:08:00.001+05:302022-11-22T00:08:17.828+05:30A Monday Melted<p> It was a distracted Monday but did get a few things done. More importantly, I have some clarity about what I need to do tomorrow. But here are a few things I am grateful for today:</p><p>1. Papa and I went for a quick coffee at Project Hum at Pali Market, near Suzette. I had a black coffee. Papa had a warm noodle and tofu salad bowl. He seemed to like it.</p><p>2. We went to Marks and Spencer. The deal was to get him a jacket for daily wear. But he didn't get anything and I bought a lot. I got a white and black boat neck tee, a very cute pink striped tee-shirt to go with my new bubblegum pink pair of tracks, two t-shirts to wear for my walks, and one soft, cozy, cuddling-near-a-bear comfortable plaid shirt. I am really looking forward to wearing it. I also got a pair of navy blue tights. All in all, I look forward to the following days being sponsored by Marks and Spencer. </p><p>3. The walk was so awesome. It was cool, windy, and crowded with just the right amount of people - enough to feel safe but not too much to feel overwhelmed. </p><p>4. Saw 'Like a Boss" on Netflix. It's got quite a stellar cast of comedians and Salma Hayek as well. It's a nice enough story. Yes, not too much depth but it's not stupidly frothy, even if it is lightweight. Two friends start a cosmetics company and their friendship is strong despite working together. Then big business investment happens, Salma Hayek and conniving investor happens, and a beauty industry where make-up for the nuance is nudged out of market space happens. The story then proceeds to explain very simply, how honest and open communication can sort things out. I generally find Tiffany Haddish too loud and brash. But there's a sincerity to her performance that I bought into. You can trust her hugs, if you know what I mean.</p><p>5. Tomorrow I have an early day and my brain is clouded and convoluted and confused. So, time to sip my last cup of black coffee (last for the day), do my to-do list, and slurp up some sleep.</p><p>6. Sometimes, just like that, as I work, I look towards the diya that's lit at my altar. It looks so pretty and happy - a little bit of docile fire is good to have around, I guess. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9984584.post-91376005706527652442022-11-21T13:43:00.002+05:302022-11-21T16:32:46.725+05:30And then...<p> Wanted to make a quick note to capture the stuff that happened yesterday. Well, not much but I got very fed up with how I was feeling so I chopped off a lot of my hair. Then I suddenly realized what I had done and called up a place near my house to get the damage curtailed (or anything that didn't make me look like a murderer trying to go into a quick and drastic disguise. The person who runs this place, Bae, just near Pali Market, was gracious enough to not look too shocked (considering he had cut my hair earlier). He did what he could and I left. (If you are in Bandra and you want a haircut, that's a spot I would recommend - Bae. It's in the same place that Mad O Wot used to be.) </p><p>There's a store near the Mount Mary Basilica where I saw the sweetest porcelain/ ceramic piece of Joseph, Mary, and a baby Jesus. I wanted to buy it but the place seems to overcharge a whole lot over the weekend. Maybe I will try buying it later. </p><p>I came back home and was feeling so heavy and tired. Still changed and went out for my walk. Last night was such a deliciously lovely walk! The weather was nice and crisp, there was a high tide so it was breezy and there were so many cute kids at Bandstand - running around with bits of fluorescent clothing or shoes or toys on them. </p><p>Got home and tried to work a little bit more. But then I soothed myself down, determined what to watch on Netflix next - a comedy series called Boss Lady or something with Tiffany Hadish, and slept off. </p><p>It's getting cold in Bombay. While this city weaves magic with all shades of darkness, there's some adventure in winter nights and the way it holds any kind of light like a baby holding its very first snowflake.</p><p>It's getting cold in Bombay and the wonder dust makes you sneeze. </p>Mukta Rauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910445445460641754noreply@blogger.com0