Author: Swati Sani

Weekend came and weekend went… I hardly noticed. The biggest crib is not getting a good house maid. Currently I have employed three women but still there are days when none of them turn up… bad state of affairs.

Saw Sur on sunday night. An excellent movie -a must see!!

Joined VLCC today. They say they gurantee 3-4 inches of fat loss on tummy … and I am desperate enough to try!!

Ghazal of the week

Halka sa ik nasha sa Aakhon pe chhaa raha hai
dekha tumhe to yeh di kuch gunguna raha hai

Jage huaye hai dekho ehsaas aaj mere
doori mita ke aao tum paas aaj mere

mausam jawan jawan sa arman jaga raha hai
dekha tumhe to yeh dil kuch gunguna raha hai

chaya hua hai harsoo kaisa ajab sa jadoo
aise mein kya rahegaein dhadkano pe kaaboo

aawaj de ke tumko yeh dil bula raha hai
dekha tumhe to yeh dil kuch gunguna raha hai

Aasim on being asked if he loves his friend, Nupur

Life looks brighter and everything looks much better now that i am getting organised.
Well… atleast for now. There’s more to be done but then Tomorrow, afterall, is another day.

I thought work will ease out a bit today from today, got myself an assistant but that was not to be, the cook and maid ditched.
Aasim went today dressed as a Traffic Policeman for his school’s founders day celebration. All the kids performed well during rehearsals but NO ONE spoke when the school’s founder asked them what they are dressed as.. well, kids cant be forced by anyone. Teachers had a tough time.
Weekend was good.Husband and kid both were relaxed and so was I Saw a couple of movies. Loved Entrapment – loved Sean Connery.

After several years again got in touch with two of my hostel friends a few days back. Nandini was pretty mad at me for not keeping her informed about my new phone nos.. but then, i did not have hers as well… not my fault entirely. Roopa has shifted to Shanghai Wonder where Joba is. She was never the letter writing kinds so I just hope whereever she is she is in great shape and enjoying herself. Here’s how the conversation about her goes whenever we talk about her

swati: Joba is in the US. Mandavi last I knew was in hyderabad
Roopa: where in the u.s. i’m going there in december
swati: wait a sec.. let me see old emails
swati: her last mail to me dated 20th february 2001 does not say where she is
swati: she has a daughter called Nina
Roopa: too bad then
Roopa: all right, joba had sex!! yay, whee!!

Ah! hope we all meet up with Joba somewhere – it’ll be great fun to reminescence the hostel days and pull her leg

Brother in law asked me to send him some romantic hindi and urdu poetry so that he can impress someone men do change when they turn 40 don’t they?

Baat Niklegi to phir door talak jayegi

Whoa!! days are passing by real fast – weekend whizzed past me and I didn’t even notice !!!
Work, work, more work… …
Managed to watch Humraz yesterday – Could have been made into a better movie only if it was half its length. The first half really dragged.
Going to Bangkok for a business trip on wednesday. Lot of arrangements to be done.. I am dead tired but this trip is important for us as well as Aasim who will stay back with my parents for the first time.

I sometimes think of discontinuing writing in this journal. Throughout the day, I am running around the office and home organising things, talking to people, attending to guests, looking after the interests of the office, watching over Aasim, feeding him and his father, going here, doing this, looking at that… I just can not sit at one place for long enough to write sensible entries.
I reminiscence those carefree days when I had few friends to talk to and all my emotions and feelings I would pour in my diary in the form of poetry. I found that diary today buried deep inside my cupboard.
Even when I worked 14 hours a day for Pressman, I had more time at hand. This poem was written on one of those evenings when I was looking at the sun setting in the horizon from the window of my cabin on the 14th floor of my office building. The love of my life was hundreds of miles away and I longed to touch him, hear him, see him…

Standing
near the window
whenever i peep out
and look at the tide
receding and
the waves far away
kissing the shore softly
I recall
our evenings on the beach side
when we walked
hand in hand
looking for the
barnacle colonies
over the rocks
searching for the colourful tiny crabs
leaving behind
our footsteps
in the freshly washed sand
The sun,
unleashing its
evening colours
splashing it across the sky
into our hearts

(Written: Feb 12, 1993)

Our weekend actually began on Thursday with watching Pakeezah – a beautiful redention of prose, poetry and dance to portray love. The film is a timeless classic

Followed by Devdas (starring Shahrukh Khan and Aishwarya Rai) on Friday. The direction, acting choreography and Music Direction is good but the lyrics lack depth. They fall flat on ears- Complete disappointment. The lyrics are supposed to bring tears to your eyes – they fail miserably.

Later in the night we saw The blue Lagoon. It was after a long long time we sat together holding hands, watching this beautifully made film.