Wednesday, November 30, 2011

secret connections

"You cannot check my blood sugar now because I am wearing my shoes."

-- My father, to me

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Meena from California

There is an aunty who is a family friend of ours. She likes to telephone us a lot, presumably because we are all such skilled conversationalists. She has been calling us up since 1952. Or even earlier. (Maybe 1818?) . Every time she calls she always says "Hi, this is Meena from California." And I always say ,"Oh hello aunty, how are you?" And then we have a conversation and then I pass the phone around to everyone else in the house.

Confession: I have never met Meena from California. 
Super Confession: Neither has anyone else who lives in my house. (Parents included)
The next big thing: No one is sure who she is, but we suspect she may be a friend of my grandmother's cousin.
Ticking bomb: We have spoken to her so many times that now we are too afraid to ask, "Yes, but who exactly ARE you?"

Friday, November 25, 2011

if facebook was a boy i'd stamp all over him

It's like that boy in class who ALWAYS knows EVERYTHING;  it loves small talk  but you can never have a real conversation with it; it doesn't know how to listen but you can always, ALWAYS show it your sexy photographs  and it will get excited.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

the dialysis technician

Sometimes, people choose to be peritoneal dialysis technicians, and this means they have several clients, all screaming for their time and attention. It means they wake up at the crack of dawn and begin going from house to house, visiting client to client, washing hands, sanitizing work surfaces, handling bags and bags of dextrose fluid  - several times a day, over and over again. And then they go home and fall asleep. And then they wake up and repeat the whole pattern all over again. It means never missing a day of work. It means keeping people alive. It means no holidays.

It means one week off in the whole year to do everything you ever wanted to do. 

It could mean hell. Or it could mean life.

Or it could BE your life.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

economics made easy

We live in the times of economic crisis and misbehaviour of dollars and euros. And so when you work at the Reserve Bank of India, you are constantly waging wars with the dollars and euros and getting them to behave.

And that brings me to the best and most exciting news of the day - I have learnt to tell the days of good dollar behaviour apart from the days of bad dollar behaviour. On the good days, Anand, who works at the RBI, calls me from work and chats with me. Because, he is relaxed and the dollars are behaving. On the bad days, I find that I am the one calling him up, and he lifts up the phone, speaks to me for 2.51 seconds and hangs up. Because, he is too busy waging a war. And this, dear fans and avid readers is the SIGN.

And this is how I, with no professional economic training whatsoever, have come to be able to read the signs of the economic crisis.


Monday, November 14, 2011

Things that peritoneal dialysis/CAPD has taught me

1. Patience
2. Hygiene
3. Paranoia
5. Anxiety
6. Optimism
7. Pessimism
8. Infections
9. Fear
10. Hope

Friday, November 11, 2011


Some days (like yesterday) I feel like telling my mother - "Lets go out. I'll take you out for dinner."

Thursday, November 10, 2011

poker face

Fans and Avid Readers,

Today I shall discuss a rising concern of our times: FACEBOOK POKES. I have many problems with these, and I have kindly collected all of them in one single blog post for your reading pleasure.
1. When poked on facebook, I don't feel a thing. 
2. Facebook now tweets you on every single poke rather than quietly collecting them all responsibly in one corner.  I PREFER MY POKING PAPER WORK TO PILE UP, I HATE HAVING TO ATTEND TO IT ON AN IMMEDIATE BASIS AS THIS INCREASES MY POKING PAPERWORK.
3. I poke you you poke me I poke you you poke me I poke you you poke me ipokeyouyoupokemeipokeyouyoupokemeipokeyouyoupokemeipokeyouyoupokeme etc

Monday, November 07, 2011

dialysis feelings

Some days I just feel like crying and crying and never stopping.

On other days, I am just so thankful for modern medicine.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

cops and robbers

Our house was broken into 3 days ago.
They were watching us.
They knew when we left.
They knew how to break into our house in broad daylight, without arousing a single person's suspicions.

They took nothing.
But now, after breaking in, they have got a good look at everything.

We called the police.
They took no fingerprints.
The fingerprints were everywhere.
There were footprints as well.
No one was interested in them.
The clues have been washed away now.

They are watching us.
They are watching us and we don't even know who they are.


God, Santa Claus and the theives are watching us.