Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Babuta Paliya Jachche

I'm leaving for a short holiday soon and will be closing the blog down for a bit in consequence. Am not exactly sure of when I'll be back.

Sunny Days will be closed in a few hours, as soon as I'm done backing up. Be good while I'm away.

People have been mailing me to ask why I've gone private, so I'm leaving this message up a little longer. From tomorrow Sunny Days will be closed.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Ultra Violet

Check out this new place I found: -- I find it pretty interesting.

Monday, July 13, 2009

A Conversation

Vicky went to the shops and this is what I got from his son:

Bhabbles: Baba kutai gechhey? (Where is Baba?)

Me: [mischievously] Baba paliye gechhey. (Baba has run away.)

Bhabbles: Baba tomar theke paliya gechhey? (Baba has run away from you?)

Some day, I tell you, I shall pack up my bags and leave. Then they’ll be sorry.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Awesome Things about Me and My Job

Why I love my job:

I like the fact that so much depends on my writing. More depends on the design but there’s a world of difference between random copy and my copy and it’s nice to be the difference.

I like the laidback attitude in my office. Most of the people here have been working together long enough to know each others’ buttons and mostly, they also know all the reasons why they need to get along. I realise this is not too much to expect from a workplace, but after the politics at my last place, I appreciate the set rhythm.

I like the fun of it. The fun of balancing what you want to say with what the client needs you to say. Some days it works, some days it doesn’t, but it’s a challenge to get the tone just right.

I like the world it’s opened up. I’ve always been critical of advertising but never really as an insider. Now I’m learning to figure out precisely why an ad does or does not work for me, how it could be bettered and how I can learn from it. Best yet, I’m learning to read between the lines of copy!

Seven reasons why I think it’s awesome being me:

It’s fun being me. Or at least, there’s rarely a dull moment. If I look into my life as an outsider, I almost envy the fun I have. If you know what I mean. By and large, it’s quite as eventful as I ever wanted my life to be!

I have awesome taste in men. I really do. The steadies, I mean. I pick out the winners. They may or may not earn pots of money, but my men are the ones you’ll remember for all the right reasons. One is now a corporate high-flyer, another is a journalist with his own big byline and the third? Why, the third is earning pots of money that I help him spend. Bigger than that even, I picked me a Bhablet-maker. You gotta admire that.

I have an awesome library. I have a random taste in books and hardly ever buy any these days, but my library is still a beautiful thing. It’s the kind of collection that stops bookworms in their tracks and lose interest in what I’m saying.

I have weird relatives. I never thought the day would come when I thought this would be a good thing, but my extended family has given me an enviable education in Dealing with the World. The fact that I still love them is a sign of my superior degree in this department.

I have awesome friends. I’ve been lonely a lot in my life and I appreciate the fact that I just have to pick up the phone most days and I have somebody’s shoulder to cry on, somebody to tease me out of my blues, somebody to help me find the sunshine.

I have a home, filled with all the stuff I need, a car to take us around, a husband and a child in good health. I think I have awesome luck. Dadu called me a survivor and he was right, I am. This is one quality I admire in me.

It’s awesome being Sue. Sue the blogger. I’ve picked up so much and so many friends from blogging, I have to sit back and wonder how I got so lucky. I think I’ve had a pretty awesome blog-life.

So, on that note, I wish myself a happy 27th birthday. I’m not declaring this a Delurk Divas but I would love to get a heads up from you. It would be a grand birthday gift, if you would.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

The Joys of Piracy

We all know of DVD covers using online reviews as blurbs. Well, here's one that nobody seems to have bothered to read!

With love, from me to you

Like the Mad Momma, I too have bad knees. Unlike her bone infection though, my complaint is a decade old and much less severe. Basically, I crocked them playing too much volleyball in the silliest way. I’ve learnt to live with them and am mostly careful about not over-stressing them, so they don’t really restrict my movements as much as I once feared they would.

The last one week my knee pain grew steadily. The humid weather (the monsoons are here at last, thank heavens), the floor scrubbing (I’m maidless once more), sleeplessness and mostly carelessness resulted in crippling me at last on Sunday evening. I fell into bed at the end of the day and, on Monday morning, couldn’t even walk around the house. It had gone beyond pain to the stage I dread the most, when my knees refuse to support weight and simply give way without any warning.

Vicky bundled me up in bed, stuck a hot water bag under my knees and made me so comfortable that I just went back to sleep. I didn’t get Rahul ready or drop him to school or make breakfast or do the laundry or do any of the things I would usually do. And it worked like magic. I woke up refreshed and with no pain whatsoever. I was late to work but it didn’t matter because I didn’t have too much to do.

I wanted to save this memory. Vicky’s been awfully caring of late but I don’t think he knows what a huge thing he did yesterday. Usually an onset of knee pain means the better part of a week wasted in nursing my knees back to health. To be fixed with just a couple of hours sleep is a real gift.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Filial Familiarity

I was surfing randomly when this Babycenter article caught my eye. It describes Rahul’s new behaviour very well.

Since last week he’s taken to using ‘tui’ in his interactions with us. Vicky says it’s all my fault (somebody around here has conveniently forgotten our pre-nup agreement, but here’s a reminder: nothing is ever my fault).

So we’re getting bombarded with “Chal, dekhe ashi” (Come, let’s go check it out) and so on. Now, this left me perplexed because I make no bones about being extremely old fashioned about these things. I do not care for familiarity because he’s my son, not my buddy. On the other hand, it sounded so damn cute! So I corrected him and all the while, I wondered if I would mind dreadfully if this phase were to last just a little longer.

Then, on Friday night, he told my aunt (Giga to him and you), “Shor, ami boshbo” (Shift over, I want to sit) and I knew things were going Too Far. The problem with this chap is, he is so cute with the stuff he does, it’s very easy to let him get away with murder!

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Out of the Mouths of... Idiots

Rahul was playing on his new bed while we sat on ours having our breakfast of radhaballobi-alur dum. Since both my hands were occupied I was trying to distract him from fiddling with the table fan by pointing out random things every time his attention wandered fan-wards.

After I'd exhausted pretty much all else I desperately looked for inspiration and started calling out the stuff written on his t-shirt.

Dekho, baNdor, baNdorta koi? Oi dekho, 1982, oi 1982'r baNdor ta koi?

("Look, there's a monkey, where's the monkey? Oh see, there's 1982, now where's that monkey from 1982?")

In case you're scratching your head looking for the joke here, I must point out that I'll be 27 years old this birthday.

Vicky's already called up my parents and M'pishi and shared the 'joke'. I think I will divorce the man one of these days.

Thursday, July 02, 2009


It’s my parents’ 31st wedding anniversary today. Baba’s in Delhi and Ma is munching cake in Madras. I wished Baba in the morning (he woke us up just in time to send Rahul to school) and called Ma to wish her just now. After happily chattering of other things, she ended with a ‘funny’ story: how, the other day, she’d been looking at the calendar and had been struck with one of her feelings that 8th July was somebody’s something but she just couldn’t remember exactly what.

Guess who’s not getting a call this year on 21st November. Hah.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

He Really Doesn't Deserve Me

Me: So, when I die, I want you to play Father Figure at my shaad (baby shower)… no, dammit, I mean shraddha (funeral).

V: (patently uninterested) What’s that?

Me: (rolling my eyes) Michael Jackson, silly! Dammit, I mean George Michael.

V: Hmmm…

Me: (tearful) You wouldn’t respect my final wish, is this how you’d treat the only wife you have…

V: (cutting in) But this is not your final wish, I’m sure you’ll come up with plenty more in the years to come.

I can’t decide if he’s laughing at me, telling me he would like me to live long, shuddering at the prospect of my longevity or… if he’s just laughing at me. For my next husband I’m picking one who doesn’t make it a hobby to laugh at me!