Home = Mumbai

I'm going away to UK for 2 months ... I must be crazy  !!!!
Mumbai is home .... my friends , my family , my tv shows (  yes .... even hindi and marathi ones ... ) marine drive , malls , irritating rickshaw walas who refuse to take fares , vada pav on the roads , maggi noodles , the list goes on ....
A year ago , I would have consoled myself with the wonders of London that awaited me, and I would have been excited. But it is at these time you realise how much you can grow up in a year , when the wonders and the shiny facades of a developed country do not anymore lure you to its shores . London is lovely and comfy and I love it .
But Mumbai is Home , and forever it shall be so. And that is the best part of it :)

My Parents

I am the elder daughter of two of the nicest people ever. My Aai and Baba are strict , have whipped me and my baby sister into near perfection , have yelled and shouted on top of their lungs, and continue to do so even as we are adults . But I don't mind it, because I know that all that stems from the deepest love and affection there can be between a parent and a child . We are a close family, sharing lots of hugs and kisses and cuddles, and even though that may be the best part of being a part of a family, nothing helps you more than parents who care for you so much. So much, that they drive you to work and study even when you feel you can't possible go on any further, because they make us believe we can, and we do - we just don't know it at that point.
And from that, what results is self respect, pride, honour, a sense of accomplishment and a clean soul, along with material accomplishments and happiness for everyone.
I love my parents so so so much !

Dream Designers

I have to admit - I LOVE looking at wedding dresses ! Just the various fabrics and styles and designs and how they evolve over the years  .... I know the chance of me having a white wedding dress are pretty slim ( I'm hindu :) ) and also being able to afford some of the designs I have liked , but I have to say - I just HAD to link this site here ! I have usually liked one or two of so and so's designs , but with Phillipa Lepley's - I LOVED ALL of what I've seen !!! So here's the site ! :D -->

http://www.phillipalepley.com/

Welcome Home 2012 ! :)

In the last few hours of 2011, let us remember the people who have left us, the lessons life has taught us, and believe in the everlasting strength and faith we have thus. Wishing all the people who I care about , a very happy and prosperous New Year ... Have a wonderful 2012 everybody ! :)

Updates

That hasn't really been anything like my best works, I must admit . It is however going to be an interesting year  .....
March will be the biggest exam I give , ever. I HAVE to crack it .....
Hopefully, next Diwali , I will be celebrating it in England ...
I can't wait to move to a new country , so exciting , though it will mean I leave many friends and family behind, but I do have lots of family in friends in England as well !! :)

World War Two

Dear Mother,

I hope this letter finds you well. I hope you are enjoying Balmoral, and the children aren't troubling you. They are quite nice, but can get a bit naughty when bored. Dear me, we could never forget that poor little horse, the one that Edward almost chopped up - still hasn't grown back his tail .....

The air raids have started here Mother. It is so disheartening to hear those loud wails in the middle of the night. I do not know if our home protects us, or is a beacon for our enemies to hurt us .... such are the times .....

I would have loved to take some of the children from London to Balmoral, but we fear it will make our home up north, a big target. You must agree, it really isn't safe for all of you to be together, much as I would want it to be.

I am enclosing 75 sterling pounds, in this envelope. Keep it with you. I will, of course, make more provisions, but this has to reach you early, just in case. Either way, there will be someone to escort you to safety - those instructions have long being given - Charles must remain with you at all times ....

Though I would much rather the time never arises, if our condition in London becomes so grave, the children must split up according to my plan, written to you in the earlier letter.

I would much rather have written a long chatty cheerful letter to you and the children, but that is for tomorrow afternoon, before tea , I promise. Hence this shall remain a hastily scribbled note, before I go to address the people who work for us.

After that I must go and say goodbye to my other boys .... they set sail tomorrow at first light ....

It hurts me to know that I want to do so much more for our country , in these times, but beyond the invisible line of power, I can do only so little ....

But no matter what happens, I love you all very very much, with all my heart ...

Your loving Daughter,

Elizabeth.

Writes

I need to write in my blog so much,

every funny story, every naughty deed,

every hopeful wish and every poetic feed

But nowadays when I take up my pen to write,

nothing comes to mind, nothing bright

Have I grown old, I wonder

Have I stopped seeing the beauty

in what I need to believe in,

Have I stopped finding it beautiful,

every small thing, as it had first been

As I pause to wonder, if my

writing will ever come back,

as I pause to look at, what I

have scribbled over this writing pad

I saw what was familiar,

phrases and paragraphs,

rhythm and small verses,

showing beauty's epitaph

How wonderful it felt, to write

like how it had once been

I realised I grew up, but without

giving up any dreams

And that my dear friend,

is the beauty of life,

Inspiration and Solace,

comes to those who strive

A moment's look, a meaningful phrase,

a sweetened memory, and well deserving praise

These cherished feelings, come not cheap,

As you work through life and every deed,

comes the beauty you know of,

with a sudden leap