Gentle Whispers

December is hands down my favourite month of the year. There's always so much to do. Parties to go to, people to meet, clothes to buy and food to eat. But I haven't really been feeling like it's December yet. Almost christmas that too. Until today that is. I stumbled across a blog, Finding La Dolce Vita and I heard We wish you a Merry Christmas. Finally, I'm in the spirit of the season. Woohoo.. Also, on a completely unrelated matter, is there anything hotter than a guy who dances well? Seriously, is there?

Happy Easter Everybody! May the risen Lord bring peace and blessings to you and your family.

It's been a jolly good Christmas season this year and I have totally enjoyed myself in every way possible. The 24th was quite okay. Great in fact but nothing compared to the 25th. What an amazing amazing night I've had and one that will go down as my best Christmases ever! It was at the Taj Lands End in Bandra. The dress code was strictly formal and I love that. I love seeing guys in suits. In fact for me, there's nothing hotter than a guy in a well cut suit. But I'm digressing. They had a band that was playing lovely jive and waltz music. I heart bands. I'm definitely having one when I get married. Ten Thirty deadline be damned. Even if they get to play for only 2 hours, Play they will!!! But the best part of the night was the alcohol. It just flowed and I got totally soaked. Margheritas-Kiwi, Litchi, Strawberry Blue Lagoons Cosmopolitans Martinis And after imbibing much alcohol, I tried to be all James Bond-ish and asked the bartender for a Martini- shaken not sti...

Christmas is coming and I somehow am really not excited about it which is contrary to the way I usually feel. Normally, I'm all excited, jumping around, stuffing myself to the gills with sweets and just generally being all christmassy. I even run around wearing red, green and white. And somehow I'm very very sad about this. I was more excited about Diwali which technically isn't even my festival. I wonder what to do. Even my christmas plans don't have me cheering up. It's all the stress I'm dealing with I guess. And it comes from the people I least expect it to- FAMILY!! Here's hoping for a much happier New Year. Anyway, a very Merry Christmas to all my wonderful readers out there and may you have an absolutely amazing New Year ahead.

Is Christmas Eve! And I'm never going to get ready in time. But the worse is yet to come. My mum will soon embark on her annual spring cleaning spree which takes place just before Christmas and drives us all insane. But at the end of the day, seeing the house sparkling clean gives me a deep sense of satisfaction. As does putting up the tree and decorating the house, which unfortunately we will not be doing this year as we are officially in mourning. And that's something I'm really going to miss. I love climbing up to the loft and digging through boxes and unearthing the ornaments-some of which are really old and all of which have little stories about them. And everybody collects things for Christmas which is something I've just stumbled upon. I collect little ornaments and I almost want to weep when one of them breaks. A friend of mine collects snow globes. She has around 34 of them and normally places them all around the house and I love walking all around her house sh...

I love Christmas songs. Love them. Love them very much. I start feeling Christmasy as soon as I hear one- even if I hear it in July. And I love them all. Religious, traditional, modern, instrumental, pop, comedy. The Twelve Days of Christmas Let It Snow The Little Drummer Boy Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart The First Noel Nutcracker Silent Night O Come All Ye Faithful Jolly Old Santa Claus Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer Joy to the World Santa Claus is coming to town I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Jingle Bells Deck the Halls Frosty the Snowman Grandma got run over by a Reindeer Hark the Herald Angels Sing You name them and I love it. I also love to sing them. Not that I can sing very well but I try. P.S: The colours of this blog are a tribute to my favourite month of the year.

I'm a sap for fire crackers. There i said it out loud. There's something about them I absolutely love. They make me feel all emotional. Not bombs though. Sparklers, flowerpots and zameen chakras are what I'm a sucker for. Today I watched a bunch of kids ranging from the ages of 8-4 bursting crackers. The ones I mentioned above. The ones that I love. And watching the expressions on their faces are what made me feel all nostaglic. The wonder and the joy. The anticipation and the eagerness. The fear and the disappointment. The glow in their faces when they held those sparklers in their hand and tried to write their names in the air with them. I remember all those moments and then some. And i miss them. I wish life were that simple again and that I wasn't so cynical. I remember how excited I would get whenever I knew Diwali was approaching. Lamps would go up everywhere. Schools would hold lamp making and rangoli competitions. All our Hindu neighbours would have rangolis out...

It's that time of year again. Where one festival seems to follow the other. With weddings and parties and get-togethers and dances and phone calls and cards and emails. Family, friends, old friends, new friends, acquaintances, classmates, neighbours, relatives, random strangers . Everybody. Everything seems bathed in this special glow.Twinkling from lamps and little strings of light put up in homes to giant blinking hoardings put up outside shops. Sales and more sales everywhere, rip-offs too. But its Diwali too special a time to worry about the little things or get in a snit over. Firecrackers light up everywhere. Sparklers and flower pots and atom bombs and rasi bombs too. And yet nobody seems to mind or at least they pretend not to. Children run about happy and smiling. The glow in their faces mirrored in the glow of the chakras . Markets overflow with people. Organised chaos if you will. And yet nobody seems to mind. They have people to see, sweets and clothes to buy, greeting...