My personal Goddess...

is my mother.

Come this Thursday,she will be celebrating her 53rd birthday!

I intended to write her a lovely blog post on her birthday,combining my love to celebrate other people's birthdays and the need to do something light and fun on my blog for once (ask Say and Rach ,they'll vouch for the Saawariya-esqueness of this blog,and that's not the best thing to be, really).However,in a world where nasty internal exams and annoying tests ..and procrastination abound,one can never do anything too soon,and so I find myself celebrating Mom's birthday earlier than I'd planned with all you lovely people in Blogsville. :)

This one's for my one talisman,my personal favorite Goddess,my Amma.You are awesome because

1)You accept me the way I am-moody,silly,angsty,extra cheerful,or at my emo best.*Terms and Conditions never apply.

2)You support my identity,you help carry the weight of it..and when I wear an extremely gaudy and ridiculous gift wrapping ribbon on my hair and pose for the cameras,you take a picture and look at it adoringly. :|

3)You provide for me-and not just in the Earth mother kind of way yknow. Not to belittle The World's Best Dosa you make,or your perfectly seasoned Morekali served with double pyaar (that's a family adjective,btw :D ) , but the way you meet my every little need,and most of my little wants, simply overwhelming.I applaud you,because God knows shopping for indecisive teenage girls needs talent.

4)You share with me.We can exchange gossip updates,discuss favorite bits of poetry and how not to forget to watch award shows on TV, indulge in some lighthearted bitching (what?It's good for the soul :D ),and what not.You are my BFF and hangout buddy. I love that I can watch the Sound of Music,Mary Poppins,the Devil Wears Prada,Kal Ho Naa Ho,DDLJ,and Alaipayuthey with you a gazillion times,and yet you do not sigh when I recite the dialogues along with the hero/heroine at breakneck speed. I love that you lend a ear to my ahem..musical renditions..err :D ,attempt to make sense of my muddled creations,and dance with me to Marriage of Figaro when I play it on whimsical evenings,and do outrageous things that we can snort about later.

5)You guide me.Through times of darkness,and into the light.I don't know what I'd do without you,you great ol' cuddly angel. You give some scary ass lectures,but you make up for them with the best Good Morning hugs ever.


6)You inspire me.Your thoughts,opinions,decisions,gestures,your kind little ways,your anecdotes,your sarcasm, your belief in the power of sincere hope and prayer,even your childish rejection of Tom Felton (though I do love him so..dear me..:P ),everything you do...
teaches me a little something about the world.

7)You love me like no one ever could.I can always be The Princess with you,and that one tiara I'll always want to wear,like a tattoo etched into my skin.When Monica tells her two baby boys that she'll "love you so much no woman will ever be good enough for you",she surely took a leaf out of your book! :)

Here's to one dear little woman nestled in a corner of India,a woman with amazing strength and unconscious grace,and a will to change the world and learn to make the perfect Garlic Bread.

• SRK
• Deewana Hua Baadal
• Roshagullas from Muh Mishti
• birthday cakes shaped like cricket pitches and the Powerpuff girls
• Cab rides to everywhere
• The Big Fat Pancake and other stories
• Impromptu photoshoots
• Dedications written while gifting books
• "Cornflakes Milk" @ 11 p.m

and a world of other things will always remain special to me,and you know why, Amma.

Thank you.Have a wonderful birthday,and a great life ahead.More power to you,and lots of sunshine as well.
Cheers and hugs from the daughter.
:)

Umm...just scroll down,will ya?

I haven't had a room of my own for years.
Dad's moved all over the country for the last eighteen years,so I've never lived in a place for too long ,my last house being the exception.
I've always lived in rented spaces.My own home,waits patiently for us,nestled away in a quiet corner,while it accommodates some unknown faces,who eventually move out,and make room for more unknown faces.
Thus,I have,every time, been granted four walls in which I can,as Dad puts it "Do whatever crap I want to"(he didn't really say that,but hello!I can read minds very well.)But that's not the same as having your own room is it?
I've always wanted a room that says "me" all over the place.My brick and mortar twin.
A sanctuary where I could listen to Norah Jones and Maroon 5 endlessly,fill the walls with nails on which could rest some happy moments,captured in sepia tones.The room would definitely be blue or pink or or a combination of both.I'd have a tall mirror with the fancy studio lights.The balcony would be constructed just the way I want it.It would face some open land,so people could stand there and look at the night sky,I mean really look at it; a view so unobstructed that it feels like all those stars are only a leap away.

There would be a secret closet tucked away under some random piece of furniture,and I'd keep valuable junk locked away in it.Nothing very interesting(to you,at least.Smirk!)Every time I sat quietly in my jhoola,memories would play inside of my head.Of good times.Silly times.Waltzing times.Awesome times.Plain times.They would have one thing in common.They'd be testaments to my relationship with my abode,my room.

It would be the room where I once daydreamed,while pretending to read History,or doodled while attempting to solve equations.
It would be the room where my friends and me first danced to Hips don't lie when it raged across the whole world.
It would be the place where Mom and me sat for hours and explored Bollywood music via Youtube...
The place that sheltered me while I watched the rain,or the birds.
The windows I looked through when people whined my name from the parking lot cum playground below.
The place that helped me nurse my first heartbreak,
the place I hid in while avoiding pesky kids and nosy guests,
the place that sang,laughed cried,celebrated,brooded and lived with me.

I'm hoping it will become a reality once Dad retires and I graduate( which is three years away and gives me a lot of time for posting sentimental rambles like this).

Thanks for listening , you guys!I feel a lot more hopeful now :)