• Start a series to document our travels and relive my heavily pregnant with photos laptop by uploading some of the pics here.
• Tell the story of the one and only best girlfriend I had or rather will ever have.
• Discuss about my various extreme kind of OCD’s and attach photos to prove that it is for real.
• Narrate the frequent visits of neighbors I know, neighbors I don’t know, neighbor’s friends I have just heard of etc dropping in and out of my home to peek into my closets and cabinets, and then watch their heads shake in disbelief at the sight they get to see.
• Take more pictures of my shoes, bags, jackets, belts etc which I have hoarded collected over the past 3 years…. so that you guys don’t have to scratch your heads wondering what to gift me.
• Confess all those sins I have committed against my brothers and get comments like “it’s ok”, “but they still love you”, “hugs”, “we still love you” and such kinds.
• Write about some unwanted and some cherished traits I inherited from my mother.
• Give regular updates about how I am tormenting reminding the grief stricken husband about how we survived 10 years of marriage.
• Write about all those movies I have been watching. Mostly utter crap bollywood ones, some awesome foreign movies and one particularly heart wrenching Kurdish movie.
• A post about the crazy Indian Parents here, who puts their kids through a military regime in the name of Education.
• Speak about my addictions, some old and some newly acquired ones.
• A post about what I fear the most.
• Try to write my views on serious issues which contrary to the popular belief, I do read and ponder upon.
• Document about how the boy is growing up so fast and seems to look like my brothers, has inherited his father’s brain (Thankfully!) and unfortunately has started to display my kind of sense of humor.
• My fascination for glass bottles.
• Talk about the insane amount of food I cook per day and how I am obsessed with making jams and decorating the bottles to distribute among anyone who pass by my door.
• Things I like about Facebook and things I find irritating about FB. (Ps: for the records I like Zukku Baba irrespective of what he does)

As you can see there is no dearth of topics I can write on, but when it comes to blogging I cannot bring myself to open my blog and burden my fingers with so much work. Instead, I find the weather these days so irresistible that I grab my jacket and camera, slip into colorful shoes to go out on long long walks. These days it’s either foggy or raining, which is the next best thing I prefer to snowing. Every time I step out, I end up singing the song ♫ ♫ Nindiya se jaaghi bahaar, aisa mausam dekha pehli baar ♫ ♫ and my romantic heart is filled with joy.

Internet seems to have definitely taken a back seat except for the daily dose of hours a few hours of FB and checking out the blogs of my all time two favorite bloggers Smitha and RM. These are the two bloggers who god forbids if ever decides to stop posting, I will personally make it a point to keep a bandook (loaning out this hindustani word to shake the FBI off my tracks) on their heads and make them resume their writing. I confess that these are the only two bloggers who I have mailed, to let them know how much I love to read their blogs.

I envy Smitha for the way she can romance the Angrezi Language and make it dance to her Oven Timer Tunes. She can write about anything and everything under the sun and still maintain that graceful tone in every post. At times, she flames my jealous by posting heavenly pictures of snow but then I cool down when I read the antics of Poohi.

Now no one can write about the day to day life so beautifully like RM and make you grin like an idiot on a lips stretching mission. You have to read her to believe the immense grip she has on 3 plus different languages, so much so that she can use all of them in one sentence and crack you up. Her husband, RD”s famous Rajma Recipe is to die for (yup I made it) and the smartness of little R makes me ashamed of my “Flour nu Chalni sa brain”. I have even started using “Gah”  offline, quiet frequently on my baffled friends and neighbors.

Ps: No prizes for guessing that I was trying to get back to blogging by this as usual nonsensical post.

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Yet, here I am in a gloomy mood with a set of 207 (I have one extra known as the Torus) very very irritated bones. Nothing seems to cheer me up,  not even the sight of tasty food that is not cooked by me for a change. All I want to do is sit and scowl and bury myself in my tribal print blanket. I can’t seem to track back the reason for this miserable state of mind I am in. All I know is that I am wishing badly for it to snow in Santa Clara which is like kind of asking Johnny Depp to cook a 9 course dinner for me; considering that the last time any Snow was recorded in this place was way back in 1976.

So what do I do? I sit and scowl, wrap myself in the tribal blanket and dig up my desktop for all those snow pictures I took in Boston.

This is how it used to look from my bedroom window 

 The early snow shower in Autumn

The fun of scribbling your name in the first snow of the season

The Brat + Dumper Truck = An Army of Little Snowmen

Mr. Carrot Nose stuffed into the snow on the window sill

Clearing off snow from the Cars

Icicles dangling from the roof to finish off unexpected visitors!

Samy building a fort on a bench!!

One of the numerous Ice Sculptures found all around in Boston

Once Upon A Time, a happily sledding me.

“Today for show and tell I ‘ve brought a tiny marvel of nature: a single snowflake. I think we might all learn a lesson from how this utterly unique and exquisite crystal.. ..turns into an ordinary boring molecule of water just like every other one when you bring it in the classroom. And now. While the analogy sinks in. I’ll be leaving you drips and going outside.”

- Calvin and Hobbes

* Original Quote by Vladimir Nabokov “Genius is an African who dreams up snow.”

One such conversation that happened over the dinner table.

Me (sporting my usual evil mom mask): Tell me how many kids do you want?

Samy (with a monk like blissful expression on his face): 8! 4 girls and 4 boys.

Me (very amused and thinking the fate of my future DIL): Why????

Samy: I don’t want my kids to grow up all alone. I want each of them to have their own best friend. I like the number 4 and I will have to get each of my kid a best friend…hence the total number of 8 kids to make a perfect family.

Me (a little dizzy with the logic): But that will not leave you or your wife, with much time to do things you love. You guys will have to cook, clean and feed the kids. And not to forget, how hard you will have to work to make all that money to take care of such a Humongous family.

Samy (I swear he was looking exactly like Calvin when he said this): Oh don’t worry about us. I will be taking her for long drives while you can stay at my home; cooking and taking care of my kids. I am sure they will love your food just the way I do.

Me (heartbroken and depressed but hoping that the husband is destined for a similar fate too): So Papa will be still working in an office to earn all the money for your family?

Samy (his face was now looking like those heart shaped balloons you get on Valentines Day): Na!! he can rest all day in a hammock reading books or playing video games.  And you can feed him whatever he wishes for.

Is there any blogger friend of mine, with a heart out there? Who is willing to take me under their roof  in a decade or so?  Because I am already oh so busy planning to runaway