If you’re feeling bored and have nothing to do,
Just pray for someone to leave some shares to you!
You’ll have forms to fill and submit to the bank,
Affidavits, attested copies & hopefully a signature mismatch! Continue reading Occupational Therapy
Tag: Humour
Comfort Food and Writing
A home that’s relaxed needs organisation and routine,
Things bought in advance, and no last minute cooking.
But there’s just one thing that used to cause me stress,
Paperwork and clearing my inbox, something I’d rather attend to a lot less.
Piano practise tips to help me with annual income tax woes
An exception to the rule
I’m generally not prone to feelings of sadness. Looking back, I realise that I have tended to stumble upon coping mechanisms at times of loss or when life gets difficult. Having someone to lean on, and someone to learn from has been a tremendous help. Daily meditation helps me look at things from a different perspective, so that the ordinary growing pains that accompany change don’t scare me like they did before. Not for long, at least.
But there’s one annual exercise that is the exception to this rule – the annual filing of our income tax returns. I usually do this during a non-teaching week, because I get really stressed with it. My husband just has to take one look at me, and he know’s that it’s ‘that’ time of the year.
This phase of sadness usually lasts four days each year. I pull out papers – not a lot – this is the easy part. Then, I bravely open my email – which is so full of spam, advertisements, and constant reminders, that I can’t find any mails I really need. And that when panic hits!
You’ll know I’m having a bad day if you see me at the local coffee shop with my never fail solution, that helps me through this stressful time each year. Chocolate cake and hot cup of chai! Continue reading Piano practise tips to help me with annual income tax woes
The Maid
She goes on leave for just 15 days,
From the 15th of Feb, till the 15th of May.
15 and 15 and add some more,
Accept that she’s gone and she’ll knock at your door. Continue reading The Maid
The stages of my life
It used to be Baby, ‘cos they saw I was young,
The one they looked after when her parents weren’t around.
Then, it was Didi – the elder sister,
A young adult woman without a ‘Mister’.
But 2 years of marriage and that was all gone,
Then I became Bhabhi, their sister-in-law! Continue reading The stages of my life
Till death do us part
Till death do us part, yes that saying is true.
It certainly holds good for me, and these shoes!
They were on their last legs many weeks ago,
And today I’ve given in, and shown them the door.
An ode to my lovely pink shoes. I haven’t been able to get the exact same fit in this colour and am feeling quite sad about it.
Pleeease dirty the mat!
A message to all our visitors. It’s about the floor mat that slants diagonally across our doorway during the monsoon, kept that way so everyone has to walk over it to enter our living room.
Sometimes visitors see that it’s clean and try not to dirty it, trailing all dust and the wet from the rains into our home! The funniest is those who can’t bear to see it slant across the grid of our floor tiles and feel compelled to take the trouble to straighten it out!
This poem is for them 🙂
You can step on the mat that lies across my floor.
Wipe your feet as you enter the door.
Don’t try to save me the washing,
‘Cos all it does is increase my mopping. Continue reading Pleeease dirty the mat!
