Diwali is in the air!

There's a nip in the air. The prez lit up his house for the festival. People are making sweets. Can smell the aroma of jaggery and ghee from some homes. A party is being planned with friends. Party tasks are divided and delegated and people are enthusiastic about doing their parts. Happened to find some simple paTaaki in a Chinese store which I bought for the group. A candle arrangement contest is being planned as the pre-dinner activity. Thinking of rangoli or other designs (may be a Ganesha or may be the Taj Mahal?) for this. A VIBGYOR potluck is in the works and I have chosen to contribute the 'Violet' to it. Wish me luck with my purple potato tikki. The girls have decided to even wear clothes of the same color as the dish they picked for the potluck. Yeah, so wish me luck in managing my violet (or is it purple?, can never tell the difference between the two!) lehnga along with the Scout in his red kurta.  The guys? I don't know what they are up-to. They are good as long as there's grub, good banter and card-games I guess, which I'm sure there will be enough of. I haven't been so excited about Deepavali in a long, long time. Can't wait for the weekend!

Wishing you all a spectacular festival!

a question you’ve always wanted to ask a fellow blogger but didnt know what she would think… (tag)

The mim and her mo-joe are back and cracking the whip with a joe-cular tag. :)

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rules of this tag

ask a fellow blogger one question that youve been puzzling about…

and pass it fwd

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My question to choxbox (w.r.t current header pic): How many chox in the choxbox did the choxbox eat?

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And to answer mim's question, what can I say but that I married up! :P

palkova contd.

palkova contd from here. 

He was reading the newspaper and casually remarked -- "That palkova is Diwali bonus from my boss". Her heart sank as she walked into the kitchen to get dinner ready. She gasped! Dinner was ready. Curry, sambar and rassam awaited. As she turned to look at him, he smiled and went back to his newspaper.

Update: continued here.

Abominable Obamanobel

What? Why? How? Uhuhuhhuh!

The 10 step guide to being actively passive aggressive

(a.k.a silent treatment in marital terms)

1. Do not read. Then he won't even know you are silent because of something he did. He conveniently assumes you are silent because you are reading! It's OK to begin imparting the silent treatment and then start reading.

2. Do not watch a movie with him. You will forget you are fuming and start discussing the plot.

3. Do not go to a friend's place with him. You cannot be silent there any more and he will happily assume that the storm has blown over. 

4. Do not go for a walk if he has the habit of tagging along and making a 'date' out of it. 

5. A child is a great distraction in this situation. A child has the ability to dissipate such situations with great ease. Beware!

6. Do not cook anything even border-line palatable. He will start showering compliments like it is his last meal and that will be the end of that!

7. Do not accept ice-cream or candy or rasmalai from him just because he offered, ever so sweetly.

8. Do something that you know that he knows you detest like scrubbing the bathtub or doing the laundry. 

9. Do not make eye contact except to glare.

10. Do not smile or laugh. Be dopey, sleepy, anything but not happy. Grumpy works best.

Rumi vs. Roomie

[With sincerest apologies if this comes across as being irreverent in any way. The following came up when reminiscing with old friends about roomie squabbles :)]

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. 

I will meet you there.

-- Rumi

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. 

Let's take it out there.

--Roomie

Talkathon prep

I'm making a list of things that I need to talk to the GI about when I call him next. The list has mundane things like bills that need to be paid or papers that need to be signed etc, that are boring but important and not to mention urgent, and I'm sure I'll forget a few of them if I don't have a list. Although I make a number of lists, I think this must be the first time I'm making one such list to aid me while talking to the husband. :) This reminded me of a girl in college, years ago, who made a list of things that she needed to talk to her boyfriend about in their regular evening 'talkathon', otherwise they wouldn't have much to talk about, she said. (Note: her list also included corny stuff). I had subtly pulled her leg for having to make such lists. Now my smart mouth comes to bite me back! Sigh!