Shail's Nest

Hmmm… I wonder if I should consider confining the green salwar-kameez to the unused section of my wardrobe. Of course I have not outgrown it though at the rate at which I am growing I might do just that in the days to come. Well might you ask what then I have against this particular [...]

I woke up from my deep slumber early morning today to find I had unexpected visitors. It turned out that there was only one of them, but the impression given by that solitary guest was there were a horde of them stomping around gleefully. Now, a word about myself: I am a very hospitable person. [...]

This post is the second and concluding part for you Kirti, as promised. Continued from the first part:  “From cycling…. ” Exactly ten years later at 39, a special someone entered my life changing it forever. Oh I was married alright and a mother twice over. What has that got to do with it anyway?? [...]

Here is something that happened during my college days. The year was 1979 and the place, St. Teresa’s College, Ernakulam. One fine day as the classes in the college were in full swing, some boys from some nearby colleges barged in, pushing aside the lone security guard at the gate. This was a rare and [...]

This post  is for you Kirti as promised. I was all of a very young 29 when my Lord and Master decided to teach me to ride a bicycle. I don’t remember how exactly this came about, what turn of which conversation led to this enthusiastic decision on his part. I was all for it, [...]

I am not sure I am doing the right thing by making this matter public. Till now he was all mine (and why the hell does MS Word think I should use ‘mines’ instead of ‘mine’ here??!), my very own Lord and Master. Sigh, all that will have to change once this little matter which [...]

(….. continued from here) While at Ferozepur, I had frequent attacks of malaria while the others mysteriously enough were unaffected. Once on hearing that I was down with ague yet again Major Jaswant Singh jocularly asked the Lord and Master of mine, whether this was a bi-annual or quarterly feature. My first-born was not even [...]

If you have come looking for Sardarji jokes, let me tell you, this is the wrong place. This blog is about Sardarjis all right… but it is about some among the brave troops of my husband’s battalion (Sikh Regiment) who came into our family’s life as sahayaks (helpers/orderlies) and enriched our lives in their own [...]

Hey Mom!! Whaddya know Mom, lots of carrots here Mom. You know how I love carrots Mom. I found boiled potatoes and oranges too Mom. Yippeeeeee. You know how much I love oranges Mom. Hey Mom, don’t be shocked.  They have plenty of chocolates too and don’t mind us doggies gorging on them too. It’s [...]

-  a true story of  blog addiction Being away or rather forced to be away, from the net for long gave me chance to muse about the blogosphere and the hold it has on us bloggers. Is Cloud Nine when you get a comment to your blog, the Indianhomemaker a passionate blogger herself, had once [...]