Will my son believe in a God?

It was easier to break away from tradition when you’re tied to it. But what happens if you’re never given the chance? What happens if you are completely free from the pressure of conforming? Do you still make the choice you would have had you been exposed to the aforementioned tradition/conformation pressure/whathaveyou ? There are … Continue reading »

The Clouds Have Parted.

This is taken from the December issue of Psychology Today. “Some roles tend to breed overachievers. Mothers today are truly busier than past generations, says psychologist Diane Halpern of Claremont McKenna College. ‘On average, women still do more child and home care than men, and with increasing work hours, women are working more.’ Layer on … Continue reading »

Protected: Existentialist angst. Commonly known as wtf. (oh and the usual pw won’t work)

Day 4. Crazy Stupid Love?

Even when I was writing the sobbiest of posts, B, there was this tiny voice in my head that kept saying, “Okay go nuts sobbing but remember it’s not the end of the world, you can manage on your own for 2.5 weeks, so get your shit together and get over being a wimpy old … Continue reading »

Day 23.

These are random nothings. Things I’ve figured out so far. Not much. But I’m not at the end of my intellectual life. Not yet, no. I shake when I’m nervous. Literally shake. People shout, yell, writhe in pain. I shake. As Dr. Kumar drilled my gum into oblivion, the smell of limestone wafted through my … Continue reading »

Day 34-30

This is hilarious.  Someone is googling ‘ayat e kareema for hair fall’ and landing on my blog. Bet you don’t get to hear that everyday. It’d be even cooler if I found out that the person searching for it is a guy. Girls and toupees aren’t just as funny. I’ve been grumpy lately. Asif, the … Continue reading »

Day 42-39

Following is the miscellaneous stuff I’ve been thinking about. These are not the days of coherent thought.   Gossip Girl. What I really like about Gossip Girl that it isn’t stupid. Despite it’s really beyond-question-stupid name. And yes the repeated pattern between Chuck and Blair, the insipid high school girls aiming to be Queen Bee, … Continue reading »

Day 46-43.

It doesn’t help when toothache and the flu strike your head at the same time. No, this isn’t going to be one of your ray-of-sunshine posts. Which are getting a little slim lately, now that I think about it. Maybe it’s not fair that I write only when I’m irritated. That makes me a grouchy … Continue reading »

Day 48-47

Okay I know the following detail doesn’t count as a countdown bit, but I had to include this in today’s post. I got the following text two days ago. I am reproducing the sms-ness of the text. The idiocy sadly is unable to be replayed. “I saw u several months ago…I found u most good … Continue reading »

Day 56-55.

Dasht-e-tanhaai mein, ai jaan-e-jahaan, larzaan hain  In the desert of my solitude, oh love of my life, quiver teri avaaz ke saaye,  the shadows of your voice, tere honthon ke saraab  the mirage of your lips dasht-e-tanhaai mein,  In the desert of my solitude, duri ke khas-o-khaak tale beneath the dust and ashes of distance … Continue reading »