The Happy Gardener

You guys better brace up for this. I am going to speak about something serious for a change. Over the last couple of weeks, an article about Indra Nooyi (the Pepsi CEO) has been doing the rounds on Facebook and other sites. In it, she is quoted as saying : "  I don't think women can have it all. I just don't think so. We pretend we  have  it all. We pretend we  can  have it all." I agree with this statement. I don't think women can have it all. I also don't think men can have it all. In fact, I don't think anyone can have it all. There are just too many things in this world and our minds and desires are not limited by trivialities like time,  distance, energy levels, capabilities, talents, opportunities, etc.  But wait, before you think I'm just pointing out technicalities, let me explain myself further. In the article, Indra talks about an incident when she came home around 10 PM (earlier than her usual time of midnight) and was instructed by he

It's not everyday that you get a generous amount of paint in you hair. This Sudoku fixation has to stop - it's eating away into my valuable reading time. I think I'm destined to be a permanent amateur. Professional dabbler. One should be paid for that. And that's all I have to say about that. And so to bed.

Today was what folks would call a mixed bag. On the one hand it was a gorgeous sunny day but on the other I worked through lunch and spent most of the day wearing a sweatshirt in my cube because even though we make some of the smartest & highest performing chips in the world, we apparently cannot get the hang of our thermostat settings.  On another hand I broke my resolution to leave work by 5:30 PM (max 6:00 PM) but on yet another hand, I managed to get a 3 miler in after work -  in fact, my fastest since I started running again recently. On the fifth hand I was very excited to finally see buds on my day lilies and Stargazer lilies this morning but on the sixth hand, I spent many anxious moments after I read online that these two kinds of lilies are very toxic for cats. Tangent - you would think that even with intellectual limitations (which I don't believe is true for cats - they know and understand EVERYTHING. They just play dumb), evolution would have taught cats to not go

1. After not having "found the time" to dig up my old resume over my two month sabbatical, I managed to locate it in my Yahoo mail in the last 5 mins before I left work. Says something about motivation, doesn't it? 2. When I stepped out from work in my running clothes, it started drizzling very lightly and I ran scared to the gym to run on the treadmill. 4 miles and 40 mins later, I was sweaty as hell and nursing a blister as I walked out to a breezy, cool, still-very-slightly-drizzling evening. Bad decision all around. 3. For various reasons that we will not get into here I decided to install an IDE that will help me write/build/debug/run C programs efficiently. After abt 30 mins of googling and reading forums,  I decided to install the free Visual Studio Express trial version. After installation, it asked me to register it at Microsoft using a link which I dutifully clicked on. It asked me to log in. I wasn't sure if I had an account so I decided to sign up any

The sabbatical is over and C & I are back at work. (Well, we've been back for a week now - this is just a much delayed post). It was such a wonderful break. We got to travel across the globe, to the other hemisphere and see wonderful and wondrous sights. Beautiful, sublime, breathtaking, heart-aching, jaw-dropping, eye-filling, sigh-generating, smile-bringing, head-shaking and heart-stopping sights.  Over this time, I did a lot of things that I wanted and many that I didn't expect. I got to experience that happy state where you are glad you traveled and saw/did all the things you saw/did and yet, are happy to be heading back home. I got to be barefoot for 5 days on a remote island in the Pacific. I got to jump from a cable car with a rope tied to my feet and my heart in my mouth. I got to snorkel with dolphins. I spent an inordinate amount of time on my garden (and a corresponding amount of money). I never did paint, unless you count the coat of primer I painted on some of

Years from now (hopefully), when my wee weary soul finally begins to make its journey over those grey seas, they will rummage through my closets and find all those buttons in my sewing kit. And they'll wonder why they smell like almonds.  To get to the bottom of this mystery, one must travel back a few weeks (from now) - back to India where it all began. (Alternately, they can look on the outside of the box that the buttons are in and figure out that the box held almonds at some point of time). Anyways, let's take the cinematic route. To India - where it all began. We (C,his parents, my parents, and I) flew from Hyderabad to Delhi and back as part of our sightseeing tour. We had paid for snacks along with our tickets (that meal business is a whole another blog) so we got our choice of an assortment of nuts, cookies,etc. So far so good.  But here is the key. These snacks all arrived in cute little tins/boxes instead of the microscopic plastic packages that we're used to i

This is the prologue. Tomorrow morning, when the cat feeder goes off, my mind will vaguely register that it is just getting to 7 o clock. And that's about it. There will be no attempt to open my eyes, no racking of the brains to remember if I have a 9 AM meeting that I need to prepare for, no pondering on what this week will look like work-wise. Sounds good. Yes, tomorrow will be the official first day of our 8 week sabbatical leave. A suggested that I maintain a log of my time off and write about what I did (or rather, did not do) over the course of these weeks. He said it'll be something to look back and read once I'm back to the daily drudgery. He's a precious sun beam, isn't he? Well, I need very little persuasion to write so I decided to take the opportunity anyways. I'll have to figure out how I handle the whole travel piece but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Folks are often surprised when they find out how domesticated I am - I am not

There are facts that make you pause. There are facts that make you wonder and change the way you think about things. And then there are facts that turn your world upside down and change your frame of reference for everything.  I came face to face with one such fact today. It was something that I had long suspected but I finally gathered up the courage to face it today. Here it is in  all its stark, cold horror :  I own 21 pairs of shoes. I had to take a deep breath before and after I typed that sentence. 21 pairs. That's one pair more than twenty. That is two tens and another. Painful. It started with organizing some shoes in the living room. C & I bought bought some new shoes - supposedly for all the hiking and walking we intend to do in NZ and they were lying in the living room along with our daily use shoes. I was putting them away in the coat closet and was appalled by the number of shoes already in there. They seem to be multiplying every time I opened that clos

Let me tell you what I dream about. I dream about leafing through my "Better Homes and Gardens" magazine with nothing else on my mind. I dream about sleeping in and painting in the late morning or early afternoon by a sunny window when the lighting is at its best. I dream of doing Yoga or taking a walk at 4 PM when my energy levels are at their highest. Of sitting down and paying attention to my lunch as I eat it. Of reading in bed. Of noticing the hours of the day pass by. Of not paying attention to time. Of going through and posting my pictures unhurriedly. Of pottering about in the garden and making foolish plans for summer plantings. Of organizing my closet at 11 in the morning because I feel like it. Of not worrying about emails and status reports and meeting deadlines and schedule. Of going to Target or the grocery store at odd hours of the day. Of not rushing through anything and everything. And maybe some hectic travel to far flung & wonderful destinations befor

New England winters New England has two winters : one is a thing of heart aching beauty - of soft white snow on every tree and branch and fence and post, of warm lights, of bright mornings of blue sky when you can almost touch the crispness in the air, of quiet evenings and empty roads when you can hear the muffled snowfall outside, of warm cider and thick wool coats and bright scarves and hats. Of fields of golden bulrushes and stately evergreens.  Of skiing and snow tubing and perfect Christmas settings. The other is a study of misery. Of dirty black snow and wintry slush. Of late afternoon twilight and biting cold. Of endless snow cleanup and layers of clothes. Of empty trees and not enough sun. Of salt everywhere - on the roads, on your soles, on your floor. And the long long wait for warm outdoors. The Moment I had one of those moments today. It happened at a stop sign close to home as I got in the car and drove to the bus station.  The part of my brain that is always busy

Where did the carefree days go? Now, if I spend an evening just watching TV and reading, I feel like like I'm forgetting something or just plain guilty. Anyways, here I am. You'll be happy to know that even though I haven't been working out as much as I'd hoped or writing as much,  I am making reasonable progress on the other items on the year's bucket list.  C & I have the basic planning for the India trip done and I finally re-started Slaughterhouse Five ( I started this a loong time ago, read about 10 pages and then got distracted). Aaaand, I actually made a couple of new recipes this year - a veggie pasta (with much help from C) and a white-radish-and-fenugreek-leaves recipe, all by my self.  I think I am taking after my Mom in making random recipes up based on what veggies we have at home. Of course, I have a secret power she didn't - Google! I should tell you about the very nice day I had last week. I had a bad cold and sore throat and decided to

And so it begins. I was reading an article a few days ago which talked about some studies on happiness. These psychologists found that happiness depends on three basic needs being met - autonomy, competence and relatedness. (We clearly don't see eye to eye , me and the psychologists, 'cause I think the basic needs are 70 degree weather, dark chocolate and high speed internet). So I spent some time ruminating on this. I don't think I would have picked such a mundane set of words but it actually makes a lot of sense. At least, when I think of it in the context of work. You see, I've been spending a lot of time wondering what it is that I want out of my work life/career - mostly because I need to be in unending meetings with excruciating people who's only agenda seems to be to get me to snap. And now that I think about it, these precisely are the characteristics I'd look for in any endeavor that I need to spend 8 hours of my day on : - Autonomy : I want to have