Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Flipping the Calender

This time last year. Of late, I have been going back there quite often. October-November-December 2004 happened to be the most busy period in my three-year-long find-a-groom project. And the most productive as well.
Have been re-reading my mail archives for these months the previous year. Go back and taste bittersweet moments: of wondering if I was some sort of a magnet who attracted only wierdos and losers, of saying no to some suitors who were really nice guys but lacked that one essential quality which fate had deemed essential-they were not S.
This time last year, S and I serendipitously crossed paths in the rush-hour traffic of cyber-matrimony. Looking back, I am thankful that I can now smile at the entire agony of "he seems to be The One, I hope this works out" and occasionally venturing into "I have no idea what I will do if this does not work out" , the endless waits for replies to e-mails, careful dissection of each syllable, the eternal dilemma of "why hasn't he called/should I wait for him to call/how long should I wait before I call/theheckwithit maybe I should just call." At the end, I can say that it was all worth it.
This time last year, as though caught up in a whirlwind, things started falling out of place and then fell back into place simultaneously.
The other day, I playfully took some kohl from my eyes and applied a small dot behind his ear. "Crazy woman, what are you doing?," he asked bewilderedly. "Drishti pottu," I replied. All this introspection about 'this time last year' has made me a superstitious old hag.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Driving Miss Crazy

Driving lessons are almost over now, just a couple left. And I'm still not sure if what I do everyday between 11 and 11.30 am can be qualified as driving. Dunno why, but I have this great fear of traffic. Since I moved from Jamshedpur to Hyderabad 15 years back, I just gave up trying to navigate anything on wheels by myself (with the honourable exceptions of trolleys at supermarkets and airports). Before that, in good old Jampot I was one of them kids that one sees zipping around on a cycle without a care in the world about those huge monsters called trucks and buses belching toxic fumes. But now, I believe in letting everything in sight go ahead of me, till the exasperated instructor has to yell at me: "Arre madam, road khali padi hai, aise ruk ruk ke chalenge to aap gaadi kaise chalayenge?" Sigh. What if i flunk the driving test? Double sigh!?!
On another note, someone gave me this giant bunch of lemon grass yesterday and have trying to look for some easy thai veg recipes where I can use it in. Not sure though if I would like to subject people at home to the result of the experiment. Sigh...when single, trying out recipes was so much easier. Even if it turned out to be a disaster, flatmates would happily volunteer to gobble it up and pretend to make lip-smacking noises. Ah, miss those days!!