Pea Pod - A taste of everyday life

And what does that mean? It simply means - 'I am Parinaaz'. Now why would I say that? You got to take a look at me to know why! It's been years and years since I've been mistaken for a Parsi. The area where my college was located, was populated by the Parsis. When my friends told me that I looked very 'Parsi-ish', I laughed it off. But when the Parsis in the area took me for their own kind, I had to believe it! What made them say this? Or rather, what makes everyone still say it? Is it my long, pointed nose? Is it my complexion? Is it the way I talk? What is it about me that makes me look like a Zorastrian? This is something I can't put my finger on. The only person who doesn't think I look like a 'baawi' is my husband. He had to change his mind when his own relatives thought I looked like one! Now whenever we pass the Parsi Dairy Farm, he points it out to me. Whenever he sees a Fire temple, he asks me if I want to go in! He even asked me if I wa

The past weekend was very testing. C and I were at Wankhede Stadium witnessing the great fall of our country. It was not only Sachin who had failed. The MCA and the audience were an embarassment to our country too. The Mumbai Cricket Association (MCA) makes crores of profit with each match that is played here. But where does all this money go? It can't even place a flush tank in the Stadium toilets! If not a flush tank, the least they can do is to provide the toilets with some decent buckets or tumblers so that the people who are paying so much to get into the stadium can ease themselves in hygienic surroundings. There are no dustbins to be seen anywhere. People have no choice but to trash everything wherever they feel like. What a sorry state the stadium is in! The steps are all broken, the benches hurt, the leg space has no space for the legs, the food can hardly be called 'food' - Pizzas without cheese, sandwiches without butter, samosas filled for the sake of filling. T

Floating on the calm backwaters A rich carpet of weeds All around, a blissful silence The breeze kissing the reeds Together the tall palms sway Reaching out to the azure skies The waters joining the ocean deep Oh! What allure in nature lies!  

I know it's the financial year ending. This is not about any other bond that we want to invest our finances in. It's all about loving your parents and family. Our family bonds. All of us show our love in different ways for our family. The important thing is to love - however you choose to do it. There's a lot depending upon the kind of relationship you've been sharing with your family since you were a child. There are some children who've been away from their parents for years together. They do share a special bond with their parents in spite of not being close to them physically. This bond is of true respect for one's birth-giver and what they have silently gone through for their children. In such cases, both, the parents and the children become very independent. They can live without talking to each other or meeting with each other for days or months at times. Not that their love for each other is less. Probably, it's as much as any of us would have for ou