On the excitement front, little sister (who’s a chef) got herself a job in the UK and is flying out tomorrow. So it’s goodbye to window shopping, travelling and watching movies together. We’ve raided most of the shopping malls in town trying to adequately prepare her for the England winter. She’s going to be in this picturesque little place on the South coast called Noss Mayo (picture on the right). She was kind of my activity partner for the last year or so 🙂 Though we’re quite like chalk and cheese as far as personalities go, we share quite a few interests. And we both quit our jobs around the same time. Actually, she did first. And I followed soon after. My poor parents were in quite a state wondering what the hell was happening with the two sisters and where they had gone wrong! Years ago, there were times my parents were a little embarassed and confused about my sister’s career choice. In the town we come from, I doubt there are many who …

Nidhi reminded me today that I haven’t been updating. So I thought I’d do a quick detour via the cybercafe on the way home. The phone connection will take longer, so I guess I will have to contend with making Sify Iway a little richer till then. Life’s been a whirlwind. We finally moved out of our small place into a more spacious flat. The other one was getting seriously crowded. It was difficult to get from one room to the other without stepping on somebody’s toes (including the cat). With my sister as house-guest, we were facing a serious space crunch. The shifting happened over Diwali. After shifting, we’ve spent indecent amounts of time in the kitchen. Cooking. And then eating it all up! But since sister is a chef and I enjoy a bit of leisurely stints in the kitchen, we’ve been pretty busy trying our own samples. She made a mouth-watering pomfret curry with a coconut base the other day and I am still salivating (if anyone wants recipe let me know!). …

I am trying to get a grip on my things as I organise my packing. I look around and suddenly the thought strikes me. I am a collector. A rabid collector. There is nothing I don’t collect. Bills. Statements. Books. Cassettes. Restaurant order slips. Doctor’s prescriptions. Ball point pens. Brochures and those little flyers about savings accounts, insurance, credit points (which I never use). Packets. Boxes. Newspapers. Magazines. Shoes (falling apart). Notebooks. Lipsticks. Shampoo bottles. Memos. Bits and pieces of paper from god knows when. Bus/train/airplane tickets. Photocopies of certificates (not in singles, but multiples). Letters. Notes. Water bottles. And all from years and years ago. Stuff that I have absolutely no use for today. Why do I do it? I have no idea. I keep thinking I might need that particular bill/note/object someday in the future. As if! I find it difficult to throw away stuff. I’m turning into my father, I think. Dad loves to collect newspapers. He has newspapers, probably from the year I was born. (And that my dear folks, was …

While I am quite open to change (in fact, I welcome it), I am quite averse to the ‘waiting’ period. The phase where the changeover is taking place and you simply have to ‘wait’ for things to happen. And you want things to move faster. But they just don’t. And you want to scream out. Move, move! Alas. Everything takes its own sweet time. And there is no option, but to wait 🙂 The house hunting is still on in full force. Along with loads of other things. So the blog is on the side-burner for a while. I’m hoping to get myself a new machine in the next few days. I’ve got lots of suggestions to go for a machine with the AMD Athlon processor instead of the Pentium 4 (which was my original plan). Am still weighing my options. Hopefully, once I’m set up in my new place with my brand new machine, I get back to some more blogging. And not to forget, an activity that pays a little more – like …