So long sojourn..

Mannnn.. Lemme stretch.. Its been a bloody long hiatus!!! And this post has been impending in the folds of my mind forever.. Its been so long that I've rewritten the contents and subjects of it abstractly at least a few thousand times when I haven't been close to a keyboard to unleash the 2 finger crazy typist in me.. I habitually indulge in these mental convos with family & friends where its me and me posing as them.. Mental revisions of material desired to be disembogued finally reach a state of evaporated evanescence considering I have carried that damn linger for as long as the sustainable mood lasts.. And thus I've explained the carbon monoxide poisoning that caused a lull of new entires..

Its been a hectic last few months.. I have to now sit my son down for homework (HE ISN'T EVEN 3 YET!!) for an hour a day.. I've never had such little fun with jumbo crayons :( The monsoons are in full swing.. My power bill is hitting the roof with the dryer running 2 hrs a day everyday.. And I've gotten into the habit of letting the air conditioning run even while I'm out of the abode so it stays nourishing and cool on my arrival.. We got our first car, my old zen, painted.. To that of my choice - lime green with white stripes.. Its a beauty in this dull god forsaken predictable array of black, white, champagne, silver bevy of crap lolling around.. But not as indigestible as a purple or a dull orange car (the heck were they thinking?) Albeit, Amit ducks when he has to sit in the car just cos it attracts so much attention (he has issues with appreciative glances - Virgo to the hilt!!) But all in all good.. We had few baby domestic trips here and there which managed to burn enough holes in the pocket.. But Amit is now a Commander so like I tell him - its his time to spoil us :-) The birthday came and event - Amit garnered typhoid on one of his flights where he resided in a Taj.. Please be very aware of how much you trust their hygiene in the kitchens now.. Cos Amit getting sick is like an impossibility.. You'd understand if you saw the man.. The Mothership has invested a lot of time in building him and his immune system.. Of course the illness was transferred to little old me where although I wasn't waited on hand & foot - I was pampered, Silly was looked after, and a bun in the oven a few months later is the result..

But all that is a side note - I now finally have access to my collection of CD's again.. So its back to classics from - din dhal jaaye, haay raat naa jaaye to diwana hua badal and now pyaar mujhse jo kiya.. As a result I have sub-consciously started strutting like a stigma-prone minx - it being the heady effect of internalising Huzoor is qadar bhee na.. What a sharp contrast to when I don a sari and Amzi throws his furtive glances and Jhuki jhuki si nazar becomes the commandment of the day..

Of course, with all this comes the quality he drew out of me in the byzantine era and I teleport to yester-years and become once again the incandescent - Shama (ex nom de plume) despite the odd stark realities of a very obvious bump and a waist high bairn by my side today.. "The look" which had once disappeared has now managed to put a constant glow even on my fingernails..

Im also in love with a whole new whack of people who I will list in a random not tandem manner just so when I'm old and gray I don't forget the hormones I sallied forth.. Harry Osborne, Lara Dutta, James Frain, and an old crush revisited - Colin Firth.. (by now I've forgotten the movies I've watched considering the amount of undigested regurgitated foibles of fables I've indulged in)

I have done a few things I'm proud of too in my brief tarriance away.. Buried old hatchets, settled all scores, and made peace with history.. So this is like a poignant moment which I wouldn't want eschewed under heaps of vivid livid details I have the power to stack in memory which occupy so much space that I forget for once I strayed from my normal character to become the "bigger and better man"..