Tuesday, March 31, 2015


Sometimes I think I've been bitten by the luck-bug. I'm feeling happy and grateful for everything, from the bags under my eyes to the content feeling in my heart-fart. Also for the corniness I express when I'm lovey.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sev me from my terrible explanations.

I inked so much today, that after scanning (probably tomorrow), I'm pretty sure I can sell them as newspaper weight. I'm patting myself on the head.

(For those unaware of what the pun-intended-image above is about; Sev (pronounced 'save') is an addictive, amazing, I-don't-mind-some-right-now, Indian fried snack, or go something that goes along with Indian snacks. The only comparison, and probably the worst, is it being the savoury fried cousin of 'sprinkles'.

Wiki, help me out, please:
Sev is a popular Indian snack food. Sev is essentially small pieces of crunchy noodles made from chickpea flour paste which is seasoned with turmeric, cayenne, and Ajwain before being deep-fried in oil. These noodles vary in thickness. Sev is eaten as a standalone snack as well as a topping on dishes like Bhelpuri and Sevpuri.

That sounds more like it. Savoury sprinkles, I called them. gosh!

Saturday, March 21, 2015

From nurse to patient.

So I ended up getting the darn flu after all. Losing a weekend being a sickly peach isn't too grande either.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Biennale and blushes.

Today was a rather unpredictable day. I got up late as I got into town super late, and then just when I started working on the 'work for the day', my better half fell ill. It's a little daunting that everyone's first reaction, including mine, is questioning whether it's a quarantinable illness. Thankfully not. I realise how awkward I am in sickness states. With myself, I like to be alone in the corner, mopping with only myself. With others, I worry about being too sensitive versus insensitive. The nurses laughed as I looked like a ghost the minute a needle was in the vicinity and had to excuse myself every time. Anyway, all's ok.

In other news, on my return flight from Kochi, my name was called over the intercom during the flight, which I initially thought was because they read my mind about secretly always wanting to steal inflight magazines. The announcement was a lovely flight attendant who was a fan and handed me a chocolate, which of course is never a bad thing. Thank you Sindhu for making my flight!

Another lovely gift I got in Kochi was three memorable nostalgic foods/drinks that I brought up in conversation with other 'gulfie' kids. What a darling surprise to see it in real! Gosh, I cannot tell you how I'm controlling myself with these chips! If any of you'll pass through any gulf country, PLEASE try these. They are heaven food. (Thank you SO much, Jean, Georgi and Sumam.)

The Kochi-Muziris Biennale was lovely. We didn't get to see ALL the work but we did see quite a number. We had come in for three days but sadly one day got gulped with a (rather enjoyable) stay-home-day due to a bandh(strike) because of a new budget released or something on those lines. The state is known for that, it seems. Anyway, the fish painting that I worked on a few months back is in one of the venues called 'Mandalay Hall'. The display I had in mind was completely different but I was strapped for time(I can't even remember how long I had but it was carper-tunnel-inducing). Special thanks to Tony for giving me the space and Leeza for doing all the running around and giving me referecnes:)

Most of the artwork at the Biennale was amazing, of course, but some absolutely caught my fancy.
We started the whole exhibition with this video,and ofcourse, being Eames-related, totally made me swoon. Sigh. I'll leave you here.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Amazon Women's Day video

Oh I forgot to add, you can watch the video that was released by Amazon for Women's Day with my face in it, but more importantly, Charlie's face. That adorable smoothy face that behaved well on the set. Proud-mother-syndrome.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Women's day and all.

Keeping this promise to write every night is getting hard especially since it's the time I least feel like writing. Anyway, today was a busy day with just a lot of the regular lovely, minus the fact that I tried making cutlets in the oven, which turned out terrible (Let me, this time, blame the fact that I had hungry stomachs around me and with only one electric stove, it's hard not to use other cooking sources, i.e., the oven). I forgot to mention about the day before when a chunk of the Myntra Team came over to surprise me with a product that was on my wishlist! It was super-duper sweet! I was on a conference call and thank god I put the call on hold before I actually opened the door to see a massive crew standing outside, cameras, lights and all. Felt a little 'reality-tv-ish', I must say. The bag they gave me was as lovely as it looked online and I shamelessly hugged it and now dread the video that will probably come out with my horrific expressions of mixed emotions.

Every year on Women's Day, I, of course, proudly high-five all the women around me and proclaim that even though everyone thought I was a boy before birth (they even picked a name, which I will causally leave out), I'm glad I turned out the opposite. I would have been a terrible boy. Anyway this year, I decided to salute all the men who've made me the best woman I hopefully, possibly can- My dad(Papa), my brother(Leopoldo), my son(Charlie or 'Stop-it' as he's called more often), all my boyfriends and men who've made my acquaintance. Here's to them, boys!

Monday, March 9, 2015

Dear Me

Today I wrote a letter from me to me. I thought I had more to say but the minute my pencil came to the paper, I could only write a page. I remember having this problem when I was little too and was writing diary entries. My thoughts moved way faster than my pen, like I'm imagining most peoples do, and I could never remember what I wanted to say and that frustrated me endlessly. Then I moved onto, sadly, the computer. I could type as fast as I could speak and that made it easier.
Anyway, this letter will be for me to open in 5 years, so if I write one every year, in five years, it will be a cycle of opening and writing. That would be nice. Scary to think-five years! I don't even want to mention where I could be or what I could be doing. It spooks me! (also secretly excites!)