Ammy's Senile Ramblings

Living in a city, like Bangalore, the words ‘Traffic Jam’ itself gives many of us a nightmare and sends cold shivers down the spine. In my opinion, these jams can actually be used as a tool to measure a person’s patience level. Sometimes, it is so worst that you feel like leaving your vehicle behind and just walking up to your destination. Sounds bizarre, isn’t it? But that’s how the traffic in Bangalore forces you to act. You are at your wits end when the vehicles refuse to move even an inch. Adding to the agony, are timed signals. I always have a feeling that these signals are timed in such a way that the moment they see my vehicle approaching the crossing line, they turn red from green. I feel as if the red light is sarcastically giving me a smile of victory. Different signals at various junctions are timed differently. The least being 30 seconds, and the maximum is 130 seconds in certain big junctions. As a routine, like every morning I was travelling to office in my two-wh

Small gestures indeed go a long way. Recalling an incident from my newly married days, makes me fall in love with my DH again and again. It brings a broad smile on my face and I feel that the Dil ki Deal I made 5 years ago was the best after all. Among the several matches that my parents had sought for me, i chose my DH over everyone else. My heart took this decision of selecting my DH as my spouse, my soulmate. The incident i am going to narrate now always makes me feel that the DilKiDeal with my DH was indeed the right one! We were newly married and were just settling in our new home. The house was not set up. The furniture and electronics were not set. Things were lying here and there. We had just returned from our honeymoon and I did not want to work. We were still basking in the honeymoon mood. We did not want to get to work and fix things as we were tired too. To top it all, there were dirty clothes strewn all around the house. Not to forget the fashion parade of wearing ne

Dearest Nephew, You've turned twelve years old. I can’t believe how fast time flies. I remember when your mom and dad told us that they were expecting you… how overjoyed everyone was when they heard the news. You are the first grandchild of our house. Do you realize how special that is? And how special you are? You are so loved by all of us, my little one. Yes, I refer to you as little one as no matter how tall you grow you will still be my little one. You once asked me if I would write you the meaning of a NEPHEW; I can't, not with you in mind, as I have always considered you ‘MY’ son. I may not be your biological mom, but you’re the one who introduced me to the world of motherhood with your arrival into this world. You have always held a special place in my heart and mind, and will continue to do so regardless of the number of birthdays you celebrate. Though I have a son of my own, remember that you will always be my eldest son and you are as close as HE is to me. T

‘Double Standards’ is often associated with people who change rules according to their convenience and behave totally opposite in certain situations according to their own convenience. What is ‘Not Ok’ to them if others do it, is ‘OK if they themselves do it, for whatsoever reasons. The justification of why they did it the way they did, follows later. The justification part is just an activity to soothe their ego and to get rid of the guilt factor. Why can’t people just mind their own business and not interfere in other’s personal lives? Before commenting on others, why can’t we just take a moment and take a glimpse of our inner selves. This will avoid much of the tensions and bitterness in relationships. When we see someone, not taking the usual way, the first thing we do is, do a postmortem of things and end up giving conclusions about the person’s character or background. Is that necessary? Why can’t we just let go? Or rather why can’t we just put ourselves in that perso