tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73922953296973976672024-03-13T05:10:41.576+05:30Bhumika's BoudoirBhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-40480621010022046122010-12-09T22:33:00.001+05:302010-12-10T11:41:53.511+05:30I like to move it...Darlings, sorry, Blogger just fucked my layout and now I've lost interest. So I've moved it.
Please do visit me at http://bhumikasboudoir.wordpress.com/ and continue with your undivided support and encouragement. Sounds very formal and corny I know, but please do show the love.
And here's a favourite song from a favourite movie.
Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-37648776067251749992010-12-06T22:45:00.004+05:302010-12-07T10:33:15.374+05:30Ms, you just made a big mistake!In happy news, French teacher whom I bitched about so much has turned over a new leaf and is actually quite fun. We are all (teacher included) playing Secret Santa in class. And after bunking around 13 classes, I finally went to class today to get an education. And I did. Such a one!
Today a girl in my class just casually said about another classmate, 'I'm sure he's gay.'
So I said, 'How doBhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-13398903511027735292010-11-29T22:16:00.002+05:302010-11-29T22:19:00.558+05:30Eye in the skyI was in school when I first fell in love with a cocky Gujarati boy with whom it ended badly. But I managed to get the last word in. A year after we broke up when I called him to wish him on his birthday he was mean and small. And I said knowing it was his birthday and this I remember oh so well because it just came to me - inspired as it were, 'Some people never change; they remain just as bad Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-77332381012996210612010-11-23T20:24:00.004+05:302010-11-23T21:53:45.634+05:30Come feed...My body weight has always ranged from the pleasantly plump to the morbidly obese.
I, of course, always market it as buxom. It was my English teacher in school who first called me buxom and since I like the sound of that, I have continued to do so.
My weight hasn't really affected my life. Except during the dark days of my previous break-up.
That means I don't do crash diets, I don't swallow Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-25215706883014075432010-11-12T20:52:00.004+05:302010-11-12T21:50:29.638+05:30The day of the frown and the loss of the crownIt will be cruel if I don't document my morning. It will be absolutely wicked if I do. It should be evident by now to the readers which one I would pick.
So soon after blogging about teaching as I did, I'm going to blog about teaching again. And before you click that X on your screen let me tell you that this is hot stuff.
My classes A1 Part 2 level in French started this Wednesday. I Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-23944463254004397462010-11-07T02:19:00.005+05:302010-11-07T03:48:44.777+05:30MemoryObviously not all journeys are the same. Not even when they are to the same place. You take something from every place you go to. And you also leave behind something of yourself there.
I almost hate saying this considering it's the catchphrase on any dating/matrimonial portal but I do love going on long drives. Especially if someone else is driving. And it's safe to say that my best friend from Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-26572847528967733862010-11-05T19:34:00.001+05:302010-11-05T19:37:15.461+05:30It's all rightIt gets lonely at the different. And I'm not even gay! But I've had that 'different' word hurled at me so often today that I feel like an outcast and terribly, achingly alone.
It gets lonely at the different.
It gets so lonely sometimes that your only solace is re-watching Coupling series after series and laughing your head off and telling yourself it's all okay.
Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-15518022613013920752010-10-30T22:45:00.002+05:302010-10-30T22:50:31.231+05:30Coming Back To LifeI started my career quite accidentally as a teacher. It was a good way to spend time and earn some money while I was in college. What I didn’t expect was to fall in love with teaching.
I know I can be quite overbearing and overly dramatic. And these are good things if you are a teacher or an MC! And as a teacher if you work even a little hard at understanding your subject and your student, you Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-29893725352465500732010-10-17T20:18:00.005+05:302010-10-17T20:23:27.893+05:30Instant Happy Makers
This one is again for Harini who started it on Facebook. Here's what she says, "Was thinking, today, of all those little things that make such a big difference to our routine every day....those things that make us almost 'instantly happy'. O I don't mean all those complicated 'happy makers' like great career moves, fantastic relationships, the great bod, beautifully planned vacations, sons Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-79798454094310821302010-10-14T00:26:00.004+05:302010-10-14T12:57:19.904+05:30And the reason is you!When I was around five, I had this vision of me as a 29 year old. The age I am now. I had this notion that I would be a doctor who helped birth babies and I saw myself as a tall, fair woman, slender, in a bottle green saree and a big bindi.
The dream aged with time. I added a loving family - a husband, children, a very happy mother-in-law and a very content father-in-law and loads of Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-25324326395934654632010-10-07T22:10:00.007+05:302010-10-07T22:34:25.971+05:30Just because you can!After all that, you would think that coming back home to India would please the hell out of me.
But it does not. The problem is not the country but the people.
The disgust began in Sunnyvale which is so much like Indiranagar that I ought to have fallen in love with it as well, but that was impossible.
Because in Indiranagar you do not find young Indian men sitting puffed up inBhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-87370900663462172802010-09-13T10:42:00.003+05:302010-09-14T03:42:21.946+05:30If you're going to San Francisco...Sometimes I enjoy being a wet blanket more than other times.
I grew up with non-resident Indian kids whose local guardians were my parents. My dad’s best friend and his wife slogged away in Kuwait and met their four kids only twice a year during the summer and October breaks so they could all have a good life together eventually. It was always a glamourous and exciting time when Uncle and Aunty,Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-51325052411751240782010-09-10T17:21:00.000+05:302010-09-10T17:21:17.210+05:30Freedom from stereotypesMy friend Harini recently started this note called Freedom from Stereotypes on Facebook.
Here’s what she said: I was recently thinking about the stereotypes we break everyday... sometimes in private, in our heads... other times in actual action. These broken stereotypes could be of several kinds... like gender related ones.... for instance girls who think guzzling beer and cheering loudly Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-8659770170620162112010-09-06T22:49:00.005+05:302010-09-07T11:34:13.607+05:30Show me the meaning of being lonely...
There comes a time in every mother’s life when she has to let her son go and have new life experiences that do not include her.
You can only look after your son so much. You can only protect him from this much hurt. You can only watch him from afar as he grows and evolves from a boy to a man. You see him fall in love, change, become someone who is deeply involved in another person. You tell Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-66015929261151618012010-08-27T20:35:00.001+05:302010-08-27T20:55:08.361+05:30By Your SideHe made it because sometimes we need reminding.
He made it because it’s so very good to laugh and cry at the same time.
He made it for me because he’s as self-involved as I am and that makes for difficult soul-sharing.
He made it for me because being my twin-soul he knew I needed it even when I didn’t know it myself.
He made it for me because we fought and we were too proud to talk.
He made itBhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-15821670427408269002010-08-21T11:29:00.000+05:302010-08-21T11:29:38.778+05:30EasyThe incense burns in the air; there is music, and a completely lazy day to look forward to. Get a massage, a new hair cut, let the world go by and do its thing.
Telling tales, sharing an amusing story with a stranger and nonplussing them completely, speaking to children, falling asleep laughing...
Love in the heart, relief in the mind, and just ease in the body.
An existential Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-38722783488203873942010-08-15T19:01:00.003+05:302010-08-15T20:43:43.174+05:30Flowers in the window!You will not believe the day I had today. I still don't believe it.
This month has been a difficult month. And will continue to get worse. I'm trying to get used to the fact that the only men who matter will henceforth be available only on Skype. And if I continue to live in India then may be not even on Skype considering India wants to ban Skype because we have security threats! Not through Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-92166741818265371722010-08-13T02:07:00.002+05:302010-08-13T02:18:08.268+05:30Feel So High!It's an awesome night. It's actually drizzling outside. Bangalore has totally become bloody buggering London except for the poshness and the stockings and the killer heels. I still can't sleep but I'm not complaining because the past few days kicked ass and made me feel like I really did live in a good world.
Last evening, we had a college reunion and I decided to bunk it. Then my boy whoBhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-44236181422806449662010-07-30T15:22:00.001+05:302010-07-30T16:05:11.778+05:30Hotel CaliforniaSo in December 2009, I joined a naturopathy center in a famous temple town in Karnataka. I was assured by people who had been there before that I'd have a great time and come out a new person. I'd somehow miraculously be rid of my arthritis, my skin would glow, and I'd even lose weight! It seemed too good to be true.
And since this was immediately after my San Francisco ordeal (and knowing Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-84208157629998332762010-07-25T22:46:00.003+05:302010-07-25T23:18:38.242+05:30Good-byeWe were sitting together after two years - the five of us. A few new people were with us as well. Time. And we were making farewell speeches cause who knew when we'd meet together like this again? We were talking about how much we've all changed and how much life had changed us. But strangely enough, it wasn't really depressing because for most of us happy things had happened. For others there Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-61834101313934893992010-07-21T12:34:00.011+05:302010-07-21T17:56:02.105+05:30A beautiful dayA girl stops her bike in front of a photocopy shop on a really dirty, busy street on a rainy day. Eyes turn to check her out just as she inadvertently steps on dog poo. Some smirk, others laugh out right, and many just wait in suspense. What will she do? She curses under her breath and tries to clean her slipper as best as she can and proceeds to the copier. She tells him what she wants. He Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-24963137018969390172010-07-19T17:46:00.012+05:302010-07-20T12:20:40.284+05:30Meaningless ménage à troisGrowing up, Yeats was always a favourite poet. He was mystical and magical and lyrical and full of unrequited love. He still is a beloved poet for just those reasons. All I need to do is read these lines and the tears come unbidden to my eyes. Still. After over 8 years.
We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-24975146908531068582010-07-09T14:47:00.017+05:302010-07-09T21:30:37.513+05:30How very dare you!
Acknowledgements
Dirkanna and Kuttinaai for introducing me to The Catherine Tate Show, Gopix for helping with the fight and the understanding, and Absolutely Fabulous because it is so superb!
Disclaimer
Parts of this post are reproduced from a discussion I was part of on Facebook. I could have mentioned names and designations as well but I decided to be nice. If you still have a problem with Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-34239578295814909432010-07-05T15:25:00.005+05:302010-07-05T15:37:35.236+05:30All out of funkJust a quick update for people who have been concerned and asking my friends about me instead of directly asking me.
Next time, please to get straight to the horse's mouth.
You should know by now that I like an audience more than anything in the world. And I like an audience more when I am out of sorts.
I am all out of funk now. In absolute tip-top shape. Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392295329697397667.post-78024821060213557142010-07-02T13:52:00.000+05:302010-07-02T13:52:01.191+05:30High HopesHear the strains of a psychedelic songencouraging me to get comfortable, stay numb.Feel the whiff of nostalgia.Cigarette smoke curling up towards a dark and purpled ceiling,while we held hands and nodded at each other.
When I was in school may be the ninth or the tenth standard, Anu gave me a birthday card that congratulated me for being a non-conformist. I was thrilled. It spoke volumes Bhumika's Boudoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124058711591620639noreply@blogger.com5