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Sunday, August 25, 2013

A Conversation with Ms. Nose

On a dull afternoon, I grabbed the corner of my bed which faced the window to the open sky. The gray clouds had comfortably taken their respective seats in the sky and had been contemplating since long about rain. While the clouds were busy in their discussion and the husband was out to get the car serviced, I decided to spend some quiet time, after the early morning weekend chores.

I rested my head against the otherwise ignored pillow and closed my eyes. Just as I was about to doze off, I heard a loud roar. The clouds had made their decision and a heavy shower followed. This reminded me of the thunder and lightening in Michigan that had the power to wake me up from sleep. A few steps back in time and the days in Pune, when I reached office all drenched, flashed before my eyes. It did not stop there. Rainy days in school, which were once the most awaited days of the season were recalled and a broad smile flashed on my face.

I suddenly realized how my ears, brain and eyes had helped me relive all the beautiful days of past. I quickly scratched my nose and said to her- "You lazy fellow! While you sit here doing nothing, all the other senses are working hard to take me back to the pleasant days. You never really think of any such thing, do you?"

This was a jolt good enough for Ms. Nose and what she threw back at me was no less than a walk down to memory lane.

Ms. Nose to me, "Take a deep breath and tell me if you smell something."

Hmmmmmmm! "Yes, the smell of rain! Ah, the sweet smell of rain. Should I say wet soil instead? The smell that brings so much of comfort. A relief from sultry summers. So fresh"

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Ms. Nose suddenly became Ms. Proud Nose and slammed a "See, I can refresh memories too!" back at me.

Not happy with the touch of arrogance in Ms. Nose's voice, I rejected the claim. I wanted more and Ms. Nose happily accepted the challenge. The conversation that followed was no less than a walk down the memory lane.

Ms. Nose started with firing a few questions at me. "Tell me of a smell that's choking." I knew the answer. Ms. Nose was being generous. Did she just start with an easy one or it's gonna be same throughout, I thought. "Daal ka tadka", I replied. Something that I need to learn from my husband. My tadka is hardly any tadka. On second thoughts, when he is so good at it, why do I even have to bother learning. Right? **wink**

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"Clean?"

I turned my face to the stack of laundry that I had just folded and done with. "This smells clean. Absolutely clean!"

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Ms. Nose nodded in consent. Next up, "Delicious".

I knew it had to be food. Ice creams. No. Sweets. No. "Dad made Chicken Curry." YES! "Mom's Sambhar. Grandmoms' halwa and barfi. Smell of chinese in one of my favorite restaurants. Cake being baked in the oven. Ma..."

"STOP!", shouted the stomach. "If you really want to continue with your conversation, you better move to the next smell before I hit the 'HUNGER' alarm."

Ms. Nose and I had a hearty laugh. Mr. Stomach blushed and grinned.

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Ms. Nose to me, "The burning smell is one that scares you now but do you remember that as a child you were so amused with the burning smell."

The smell of something burning makes you jump off your seat! Every time I forget something on the burner in kitchen and the smell leads me to have a look at what has turned into char, the site is dreaded, indeed. But burning smell gave me pleasure!! When did that happen! I had to turn to Ms. Nose for the answer.

"Remember, as a child, you had this weird affinity for burning paper. In the afternoon, when it was time for your mom's power nap, you used to get newspaper or pull some sheets from notebook and burn it in the kitchen."

"Oh yeah! How could I forget that" and a broad grin, from one ear to another flashed on my face. O! how I prayed for mom not to enter the kitchen unless the burning smell had subdued. Childhood is crazy fun!!

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Talking about childhood, the other smells that quickly brought bags full of memories were antiseptic and fevicol. 

Say 'antiseptic' and the bottle with green cap flashes before the eyes. Dettol. Unlike my sister, I hurt myself very rarely but when I did, the sting of Dettol was what I was more scared of than the sight of blood. But I was very fond of adding Dettol to water and see otherwise brown, translucent liquid create beautiful, white waves in water. I sat to watch it unless the white waves disappears completely.
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Fevicol, the white glue, was my favorite school supply. I had always had interest in crafts and the high that I got after smelling Fevicol, got the best out of me. Oh and yes, what fun it was to peel of the adhesive from the skin after use. Tried it? I am sure you did.

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I was loving this game. Within seconds I had covered the journey from being a little girl running in the park to being the head chef post marriage. **smiles**

"The look on your face tells me that you are already running back in time." Ms. Nose continued, "It's so good to see you happy, my dear. Just as good as it was to see a smile on your pale face after you breathed to smell the fragrant flowers that day."

I knew exactly which day Ms. Nose was referring to. I was away from home. Mom and Dad were in a different country and the nearest relative was 4 hours drive away. I was unwell. My room mates were doing the best they could but nothing seemed to work. I felt weak and pale. While I was battling and hoping to recover soon, I received a bunch of red roses from Sanket (husband now, fiance then). The flowers were beautiful and the fragrance mesmerizing. With a deep breath, I inhaled the sweet smell, which worked like medicine.

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I was all smiles again.

My conversation with Ms. Nose lasted long... while the pungent smell of the drain on my way to office reminded me it was Monday tomorrow, the mention of medicinal smell took me to the ICU where my grandmother was admit. The acrid smell from a dear friend during summer reminded me of her and all the fun we had (ignore the smell, please) and in contrast were the strong smell of perfumes on Dubai airport.

Ms. Nose had won it. I was nostalgic. 
She walked me down the memory lane, the farthest and deepest we could go. 
Smells had just taught me how closely they were associated with each chapter of my life. 
Cheers to the most ignored of the five senses!!

While we were celebrating Ms. Nose's victory, she sensed a sweet, amazingly fresh and pleasant aroma around. I opened my eyes to see Sanket with the Ambipur New Zealand Springs spray in his hands. I rushed to hug him, as the Ambipur room freshener had just revived the memories of our honeymoon and had made me fall in love with my husband all over again.
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This post is written as a part of 'Smelly to Smiley' contest by Ambipur on IndiBlogger. To read more click on www.facebook.com/AmbiPurIndia 

Friday, August 23, 2013

Chennai Express - Better Marketed Than Made

Caution: This post contains spoilers both literally and otherwise!

OhhK so! when three young people ( a guy and two girls) have had their dinner earlier than their usual schedule and have no energy left to roam on the streets or malls but they still wish to stick around and cannot go to each other's place because of the gender restrictions at their respective PGs or guest houses, what do they do? They watch a movie!

So, here we were, my husband, my sister and myself, who decided to go for a movie after a sumptuous dinner. The choice between 'Bhaag Milkha Bhaag' and 'Chennai Express' was tough! None of us wanted to watch either of the two. After much discussions and surfing on 'Book My Show' we opted to board the Chennai Express. What followed was a visit to beautiful and scenic places and a meeting with a  bunch of people, who made no sense, en route.

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First up, I sincerely need to send a message across to the Chennai Express Team:
Guys, your movie is minting money not because you made a fabulous flick, 
not because it's close to being awesome but only and only because 
you had a great post-production strategy planned for the promotion. 
The huge hoardings, the full size newspaper ads, pre-launches, appearances on 'all' tele-shows, interviews and 
the 'bokwaas' dialog by Deepika (which happens to be the only non-bokwaas element of the movie) did it for you!

How I wish, Rahul (the protagonist of the movie) had not left the urn with his grand-dad's ashes in the train or may be if Tendulkar had hit that century, the grandfather had not died. Why! Why! And if all this had to happen, why did Meenamma not miss the train?

I heard Sharukh talking about the movie in an interview. Very excitedly, he referred to two scenes in the movie as his favorites- One, when he said 'Rahul, naam to kabhi nahi suna hoga!'. Two, when he teases the female lead, Deepika over sharing the bed, when they pretend to be husband and wife. Unfortunately, none of the two scenes or Shahrukh's dialogs, had the power to glue the viewers. If I have to credit anybody here, it would be Deepika for pulling off the I-mutter-in-sleep role. She was fab!

By now, I am pretty sure you all know that I did not like the movie much. I am no SRK fan, so seeing him utter those (supposedly) funny dialogs did not make me sit on the edge of the chair, Rohit Shetty's blowing the cars concept is not what I am very fond of, most of the songs made me wish I had the control to fast-forward them and flicks like these fail to tickle my funny bone.

But between all this, let's try to pick some ripe berries in the bush!

Talking about the goods, I loved the pick of actors. Mostly the dark, moustachy, fat and very scary assistants to the villian. I wonder where the casting director found them. And then the master of all, Thangabali! Ask me, I'd rather have Deepika go with Thangabali, played by Nikitin Dheer than Sharukh. Gosh, what a personality this guy has!! and the black kurta that he adorns in the movie brings the best out for the character.

The only part I was all eyes-and-ears-and-nose-and-throat for in the movie was, when Sharukh and Deepika try to exchange messages by singing them as songs. That was fun! And also the train sequence, towards the start of the movie, that was hilarious too.

While Sharukh was his usual self, Deepika looked good on the screen. After watching the trailers, I knew Deepika would be my anchor for the movie and it happened just that way. Liked her accent. Loved her flowy, bright and colorful lehengas and with the bindi on, she really looked pretty!

Summing it, there was absolutely no story, which made it not-my-kinda-flick. Silly twists like Sharukh reaching Sri Lanka (gosh, really?!?), irritating humor - the 'tok-tok-tok' scene with a midget, the hero being unaffected by his beloved grandparents emotions but realizing his duties after watching his heroine run in saree for the urn (did they mean to strengthen the adage- actions speak louder than words) and my inability to tag it as a RomCom (for the romance was weak and comedy poor) gets the movie somewhere around 2.5 to 3 from me, on a scale of 5.

I would have happily skipped it, had it not been for the huge posters around the city and Sharukh talking about Chennai Express on every TV channel. Very well marketed but not made!


Sunday, August 04, 2013

July Jingles

The longest month of the year is finally over! Technically, July is just as long as any other 31-days month but somehow this July appeared to be never ending. The last week made me really impatient but I am glad that we are dome with July and the month has made way some really exciting (and challenging) days that lie ahead.



The month started on a really interesting note... lots of movies and awesome food. 
And below picture is about the kick-off to the awesomeness.
Read more about it here.



After a long wait... it finally rained in Gurgaon. 
And when it did.. even the plants loved it.




My cellphone wallpaper these days. It has worked wonders. 
Never knew that something as small as these words could be so helpful.




Fruits have finally made way into our house and that too on a regular basis.
Thanks to my Thursday fasts!




The email that had the power to raise the bar of excitement by several levels - Invite to Ambipur Indiblogger Meet.




Thurday Meal - Rich in Carbs but yummm...




"Please consider the Environment before printing.
What use, if these messages take an entire page!




The lens captured it just the way the eyes saw it.


The social workers!



We are already 4 days into August and I am loving it! The weekend has been busy, not that I like it but since it has been productive as well, I have no complains. How are you all doing? What kept you busy over the weekend? 

And before I sign-off for today, wish you all a very Happy Friendship Day!! YOU have been the reason, inspiration and support behind my blogging. Love and wishes :)