Feeling nostalgic!

God it's 7 days since my last post! Where does time go??? This either means that I've been too busy or too lazy, I think it's the former... Working 6 days a week can be quite tiring and the older I get the more I resent it, but there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. In this time of financial crisis and redundancy, I'm just glad to have a job and a fixed income.

I'm so happy to know that the Indian TV crew's strike is over (not that it's the most important thing in my life) and everything is back to normal, I can at least catch up on some programs I so long to watch! I'm feeling a bit nostalgic today. India is not my first home but I really miss being there... I love the language, the culture, the colors, the busy streets, the "Pani Puri" "chaat" "Wada Pao" "Dhokla" and so much more... I missed being there for the Gay Pride and also now when India is going through a low phase. I wish I had wings, I'd just fly there right now! (sigh) One can only dream...

At present I'm really enjoying my correspondence with an Indian girl who's so inspired by my life and the steps I took towards my sexuality (in the right direction of course). I'm reliving my beautiful past and the each and every hurdle I crossed during the process of coming out and getting married. Oops I've used the word "marriage"!!! Sorry you straight/homophobic people but we don't have a "Word" to describe this sacred union as yet. Call it "Shite" who cares... I'll stick to Civil Partnership. Yes!!! It was a beautiful experience which I will write about pretty soon.

Well I can't think straight now so am off to feed my stomach! My partner's making a nice crispy baguette stuffed with cheese and ham bologna. I can't wait to "croque" that!

Bon appétit !

What a waggy life!

Last night on our way back home, my partner stopped near a bus stand where she had spotted this puppy earlier on in the day. Everyday she goes to feed a dog in the neighborhood . She asked me to bring out that little piece of chicken we picked up on our way for dinner.
There she was, this waggy little thing! She wasn't nervous at all instead, she kept jumping everywhere, scratched my legs and was just her crazy self. She's quite clearly been dumped in that phone booth, so we named her E.T. just for the night. She felt grimmy and was covered in ticks... Ughhhh!!!
It's been a long time since either of us have dealt with a puppy so it was all too much!
Anyway, since we did spot her, we couldn't just let her be on the road side on her own and it was too late to drop her off to any of these animal welfare places. My partner and I are really protective about girls maybe because females, in any form or shape, always have a hard time...

We always want to adopt a girl child but for now it'll have to be our a four-legged ones!

We decided to give her a safe night (although we have 5 dogs who would have loved to have her for dinner) in any corner of our house.

















She was de-wormed, de-bugged, washed and blow dried and by the end of all the dirty gritty procedure, she looked like this...

















After being fed and watered, she was also spotted enjoying what-would-have-been her first doggy chew!

She did make some crying noises in the night, after all she was stuck with 3 of our dogs who also shared the same space. I thought that might keep her quiet but she obviously had a voice! Who said dogs can't speak?

This morning we dropped her off to the animal welfare where she will be looked after, vaccined, sterilised and if luck is with her, she will be sent to a good home. She's a lovely little thing and I wish her a very happy life!


I believe that everyone comes with a pre-written destiny and i'm sure she has one of her own too...
Have a waggy one E.T. !

My first blog - "A Wednesday" on Thursday!

I know I know this is a typical title but writing for the first time can be quite eerie unless you are a serial writer.
Last night I watched "A Wednesday" on a Wednesday night (unintentional). Naseerudhin Shah and Anupam Kher conveyed their messages accurately. The fear, the uncertainty, the loss, the haunting experience of a common man. It was something that stayed in my subconscious mind so much so that I woke up in the middle of dawn thinking about it only to watch the dreadful bombing and firing news on BBC this morning. It was hard to digest when I woke up at 4:00 a.m wrapped up in my best cotton sheets, that people were dying of fear and blasts in Mumbai. Why???
My heart goes out to all the Indians and foreigners being targeted.
It's just become impossible to switch the TV on without a flood of bad news engulfing your daily life. We keep complaining about our mundane lives and how each of us has a dream to fulfill, and I'm not any different. But I'd only say one thing "Be careful what you wish for"!