Monkton Mondays!

The weekend has been superbly fulfilling! I finally got myself a McBook – something that Ive been wanting for a while but that never got to the top of that priority list. Even when my trusted HP finally crashed & died, I got a Samsung as a temporary replacement. Boy was that a mistake! But now, all is sorted and HAPPY!! The McBook is a whole new experience in cool and practical! It feels intuitive. It feels right. It feels perfect πŸ˜‰

We’re already halfway through the first month of the New Year and a semblance of routine is now in place. I’ve joined a photography challenge this year, similar to one my friend A had organised a couple of years ago. It’s called Take52 ~ and it involves taking a picture a week based on a theme. Some of you may have seen my first picture on the FB page, but I’ve decided to also post the pics here. It’ll increase my blog posts for one πŸ˜‰ I’ve taken up the challenge because although I love to take pictures, recently I’ve found myself struggling with both inspiration & motivation. Most of the pictures I take are of Junior and although he’s a willing and beautiful subject, I need variety! I need a fresh set of eyes and a new belief and that is why I turn to Mr. Monkton – who else?! πŸ˜‰


See? That’s what we all need from time to time. A reaffirmation of our strengths and and a biscuit to believe in! I’m hoping it works for me!

What better time to start than NOW?Β 

Pick your biscuits People! BELIEVE!

Statutory Warning: Dunk at your own Risk πŸ˜‰

Happy Monday πŸ™‚

Happy 2014 with Monkton Mondays!

So here we go again! A New Year is upon us with endless potential or pitfalls depending on how we choose to look at it πŸ˜‰ and how well we learned last year’s lessons.

This year end has been quite spectacular for me! I spent Christmas and New Year in Goa surrounded by family and friends, music, dancing, much laughter and more alcohol πŸ˜› I love the upbeat mood a good, hearty celebration puts me in πŸ™‚ There’s promise in the air – of good times to come, of obstacles overcome, of dreams fulfilled and goals achieved…and even if it is fleeting & largely illusionary – who cares πŸ˜› It’s good while it lasts and I for one choose to savour the feeling.

2013 as I said in my previous post or I think I did, (it’s too long ago to remember!) was another transitional year for us as a family. We moved from Bombay to Bangalore and are just beginning to find our footing in our new city. 2014, will hopefully see us getting more comfortable  – in our city, our home and in our skins! It’ll be a journey as always, a roller coaster of a ride I have no doubt πŸ˜‰ But I feel good about it in this moment and that’s what I’m holding on to. I don’t make resolutions anymore – I never keep them anyway, but I do have a few things I hope to achieve this year. I’ll share them when and if I do πŸ˜‰ Wish me Luck!Β 

And so in keeping with all these good vibes and positive feelings, I thought this simple message from Mr. Monkton a great way to begin the Year with, not in the least because as I grow older, my ongoing endeavour is β€˜To Keep it Simple.’ I find that more often than not – it keeps me out of trouble πŸ˜‰

So here we go Folks without further ado…2014…LIVE IT πŸ˜€

Things to remember edward monkton


Monkton Mondays!

I’m nursing Junior through the Flu at the moment and can’t write much, but we’ve had such a wonderful time these past few weeks, what with Holidays and visits from loved ones, that our Cup Overfloweth! Junior’s nose is also overflowing but that’s another story πŸ˜‰

So I just wanted to share this film from Mr. Monkton, in which we learn how The Pig of Happiness invented himself and how leaky Happiness can be! I’m hoping some of ours is seeping out from our world and into yours – wherever you are πŸ™‚

Happy Monday Peoples πŸ˜€

Monkton Mondays!

I’m cheating! I do that from time to time! This time I’m posting a Monkton Monday post on Tuesday morning – unashamedly I might add! Yesterday I was in a ‘funk’ – not very inclined to be sociable, just one of those days when I didn’t do much other than laze around (I’m an expert in laziness), and gaze into the distance until my eyes were cross-eyed with fatigue. Wasn’t day-dreaming or thinking or doing anything in particular – just, you know, being. My friends say it happens, it’s a mid-life thing. I tend to agree, in the absence of a more concrete definite reason. Coz at the moment – Life is good! The new house is falling into place, a trip to Pondicherry is round the corner as is a visit from my nieces and a dear dear friend πŸ™‚ It’s just that I know that I’m happy without being obvious about it, if you know what I’m saying. It’s really difficult to put it down on paper – all these nuanced emotions that defy conventional logic and elude words. We humans thrive in this complex existential soup we cook up, don’t we? And yet every self-help book out there tells you how Life is actually meant to be so simple πŸ˜› Of course they take a million words to get to that point, but Hey! who’s counting? πŸ˜‰

I believe this post was meant to be posted today instead of yesterday. Why else would the image below turn up when I was looking through Monkton’s work? It’s that thing that the experts say happens – The Universe marshaling it’s infinite resources in it’s infinite wisdom (I love that everything about the Big U is infinite!), to send you exactly what you need. I believe in the power of the Big U and in the matchless wisdom of Mr. Monkton who hasn’t failed me yet!



You see what I mean?Β 

Have a wonderful week ahead People! trust in the Big U πŸ™‚

Monkton Mondays!

Another week dawns and suddenly I’m hit with this inexorable relentlessness of time passing…I’m feeling a little out of sorts…no major reason…just one of those days and…hormones πŸ˜‰

Life is meandering along rather pleasantly truth be told, but maybe that’s what’s causing this niggle of ‘Is this the calm before some massive thunderstorm?’. I’m generally not suspicious of the calm, and even as I type, I’m thinking, ‘Here I go rambling on again!’ – it must be the hormones! They’re bloody potent – pardon my french πŸ˜› Or could it be the Once Upon a Time marathon I’ve indulged in over the weekend? Sudden emergence from long sojourns in magical worlds with fairy-tale characters – one of which is a rather divine Captain Hook all geared up in black leather and a flirty manner, can lead to disorientation when confronted with the mundane reality of Monday morning routine. What say?! Or maybe it’s a combo of Hook & Hormones & the P.D. James murder mysteries that I’ve been reading?!Β 

Perhaps it’s the fact that I lost a Grand-uncle a few days ago – someone that I used to know well when I was much younger although we had lost touch in recent years as often happens. Death is always a wake up call of sorts isn’t it? Or it should be to those of us that are alive. It brings reflections and memories and stories of days gone by and for a couple of days after, life mimics a maudlin soap opera. My Mom was much more affected by his passing than I was – he was her uncle after all – and she had a much closer bond with him than I did. She told me how he had helped her plant the coconut trees in our garden when the house was being built more than 2 decades ago. We had stayed with them for a fortnight during that time as well, which I can’t seem to remember at all! He had a good life and at 84, his passing wasn’t a terrible tragedy, just a gentle reminder that all things must Β eventuallyΒ end. It left me with a gentle sadness on losing yet another figure from my youth and a vague feeling of having to ‘get on with it.’

But enough with the psychoanalysis – for whatever reason – there’s a mild sense of ennui with life that I’m finding hard to shake off at the moment. Not to worry – this too I expect shall pass – everything does.The week that was and the weekend were pretty pleasant, if rather routine. We finally found a sofa that we liked – a slouchy black leather affair that will suit us family of couch potatoes to the tee πŸ˜‰ It should arrive today – such are the small pleasures of domesticity πŸ˜› Last Thursday found me in School. I’ve volunteered for a Reading Program in my son’s grade and for half-an-hour every week, I read stories to bright young children with definite points of view. I love the experience of spending time with minds for whom the world still exists in black and white! The ‘Grey’ hasn’t invaded their universe yet and simplicity is easy. ‘Oh for the days before Grey’ πŸ™‚ Nothing like spending time with children to snap you out of the doldrums I say!

Then on Saturday evening, Junior and I attended a Halloween Party at his friend’s place…in a house decorated with balloons, bats, pumpkins and webs and overrun with little witches and all manner of cartoon characters running amok, brandishing multi-colored balloon swords while screeching like banshees! You get the picture?! It’s a good thing you can’t hear them πŸ˜› Exhilarating and yet utterly exhausting!Β Sunday morning lunch was the perfect antidote…relaxed lunch at Toscano’s, an Italian restaurant that serves amazing food in a totally chilled out atmosphere. Utterly enjoyed my Wine Mojito and Wild Mushroom Ravioli, while the boys pigged out on Lobster Thermidor! Hubby left town on work that evening which sort of dampened the mood a bit – but also allowed for a restful afternoon siesta – something I haven’t had in a long long time.

So that’s it – my Life in a Nutshell last week, which brings us finally to the honourable Mr. Monkton πŸ˜‰ And because I’m feeling, out of sorts with nothing significant to feel out of sorts about – I leave you with this gem that once again expresses exactly how I feel better than any rambling blog post! I stared at the words for so long this morning, my eyes began to water! I was trying to figure out their meaning of course. Are toasts meant to have ears? This is the first I’ve heard of it! And finally I gave up and surrendered to his infinite wisdom – some things in life are best felt and not necessarily understood. The man is a genius!

The toast without ears

Make sure all your toasts have ears this week πŸ˜‰ Or else…BEWARE πŸ˜›

Have a Good week People πŸ™‚

Monkton Mondays!

I was in two minds about doing a Monkton post today. I’ve had a difficult weekend – a weekend that’s left my faith in human nature and my ability to gauge it in shambles. You think you know someone, but once again, the Universe rallies to show you that you can only ever really know yourself – if you’re lucky. A long-term trusted employee (aren’t they always?), of ours at home in Goa, embezzled money from Mom. I won’t go into details (I wish I could get a pill that would just erase the last couple of days from existence), except to say that more shocking than the betrayal was my Mom’s attitude to the issue. She preferred to live in denial and had no intentions of getting rid of the employee even after we laid our hands on hard evidence. All because her exit would mean a huge increase in work-load for Mom and change. Change – there are times I’m convinced my Mom would command planets to change their orbits if it meant status quo for her. No I’m not kidding and no I’m most certainly not being funny.

She likes to think she’s ‘managing’ – that’s what she calls it. She’s ‘managing’ well, which in her mind translates to ‘I’m independent and I’ll be damned if I let anyone tell me different.’ Yet the reality is that she needs a team of six people to keep the house going coz she can’t ‘manage’. I have no issues with that – she’s almost 70 – she shouldn’t have to ‘manage’ at all in my opinion. They can all come live with me and we can take care of them. But the bottom line is this – my Mom prefers to be dependent on the help of strangers rather than her own daughter. That’s just how it is. This isn’t anything new, just that it was obvious again this weekend that she would rather have a thief in the home than live with us. Perhaps I’m imaging things…perhaps she truly believes that by living separately, she’s causing us less pain and anxiety (although, really Mom?). Perhaps she feels that Hubby having to rush over and sacrifice weekends with family at the drop of a hat, causes us less grievance than say if they were right here with us and we were on the spot to tackle the problem or Heaven forbid – prevent it from occurring or escalating into a crisis. Just as long as she doesn’t have to change – the rest of the world can just get off their high horse and fall in line – coz isn’t she ‘managing’ just fine, all on her own?

Can you tell I’m angry and hurt? I didn’t want to write this post at all, but I need an outlet too and this is the only one I have. I haven’t spoken to Mom in two days and I’m not sure when I will. I know she’s my Mom, but I’m a human being and I deserve respect. I’m sure a lot of you will feel I’m being harsh and judgmental and stubborn – and I agree wholeheartedly. I am – but there’s no escaping the genes is there. I am her daughter – a reflection of everything she is. She probably feels justified in her anger and I know I do in mine. Stalemate for a while. No points for guessing who’ll crack first.

My aunt, my dear darling Aunt, as different from her sister as chalk & cheese, continues to be my pillar of strength through all of this mess. She manages miraculously to make me feel validated while also explaining Mom’s perspective and she has the gift of being able to listen and to agree to disagree, because it is a gift! She is the perfect confidante. I feel much better – have just returned to this post after a long chat with her and although I know that what she offers are mostly platitudes – I get from her what I rarely do from Mom, a listening ear and an attempt at understanding. This hasn’t been an easy post to write – I don’t feel good about have written it. But I do feel a touch lighter…just a feather touch, like I can maybe take a breath again and get on the road to forgiveness…maybe.

How does all this tie into a Monkton image…I’m not sure it does, but I hate to leave you with just all this ranting and venting, so I’ve found one that matches my frame of mind superbly in this moment. It’s brought a smile to my face despite all the grouching and I’m hopeful it’ll help you forget all the darkness I’ve just meanly heaped on you guys…Sorry. Truly. Thank you to those who read. God Bless.



Monkton Mondays!

My friend A posted a Monkton gem on Instagram a couple of days ago and was kind enough to mention that she missed Monkton Mondays πŸ™‚ I was delighted of course and also somewhat chastised coz I’ve neglected this Blog rather cruelly for a long time although, for what I tell myself, is a great reason. I’ve moved cities after all – and setting up a new home, getting Junior accustomed to a new school and routine while trying to keep ‘self’ positive and motivated is no walk in the park!Β 

Settling down is a slow business for someone like me at the best of times, given my natural talent for restlessness and impatience – but I suppose if I don’t force the writing out occasionally, it’ll dry up and wither into a tangled web of shriveled thoughts – and that wouldn’t be good for my health now would it?! So Thank You A, for the nudge that has made me determined to pen this post, although I’ve just spent a good two hours stuck in the harrowing Bangalore traffic and will no doubt spend two more when I leave to pick up Junior. 5 hours a day in a car! Hmmm…maybe now’s the time to get that dream car πŸ˜‰ After all this trouble, all I want to say is – He better be worth it! Coz Lord knows I’ve earned it! πŸ˜‰

Since I had the two hours to stew in traffic, this gem from Monkton seemed particularly appropriate today. I wish I had a tablet that would sprout me wings so that I could fly freely over every traffic jam Life threw my way! Now that is a powerful wish πŸ˜› Perhaps in the land of Faerie, they would sell me my wish πŸ˜‰ I’m reading Stardust by Neil Gaiman, (my first Gaiman, although certainly not my last!), and spend much of my day inhabiting Faerie in my head πŸ™‚ It helps with those traffic jams too! And so this week I pay due homage to those ‘magical chemicals’ that keep me ticking even when somewhere deep within, I would rather just curl up and sleep the ‘sleep of the dead’. Coz where would I be without the little white disc that I trust to keep my pressure down when I’m stuck in traffic? Not in a very good place I assure you πŸ˜‰

You have a wonderful week People. Hopefully you’ll meet no jams (other than the edible kind!) and will need no chemicals πŸ™‚ unless they’re legal & the kind of spirits that keep you happy of course πŸ˜‰ Me…I’m look forward to my refreshing Gin & Tonic at the end of what I know is going to be a very long day!

Hurrah for the Chemicals πŸ˜€ πŸ˜‰


Monkton Mondays!

Life being what it is – I’ll keep this short and simple. Lord knows none of us need long lectures and endless suggestions! This morning was typically chaotic – what with Mom running out of cooking gas and Dad acting up and Junior who’s in a state of perpetual hyperactivity – not a pretty picture!

So here’s what I did – went out into the verandah with my coffee and camera and waited for the birds. Didn’t get any pictures but managed to reduce the frantic scrambling in my brain πŸ˜› So as Mr. Monkton says – “Dunk & be Happy!!”

Keep it simple, People πŸ˜€ I hope the beginning to your week was calmer than mine πŸ˜‰


Monkton Mondays!

It’s been a while and I was wondering whether I would ever get around to doing another Monkton post. Life has been busy but more than that – interrupted, if you get my meaning! The 5-yr-old feels it his duty to interrupt my thought, my actions, my speech, my everything – every 2 minutes!! Yessir!! On the dot! By that count, I leave you to calculate how long this short post has taken me! Maths in any form being an inherent weakness of mine πŸ˜›

So Life being rather a mess at the moment with the upcoming move on top of all else, naturally the mind turns to Tidiness! Neatness. Order. I CRAVE it and no doubt the moment it arrives will abhor it – but such is the nature of the beast πŸ˜‰ And so once again I turn to Mr. Monkton as I am wont to do in times of despair πŸ˜› And although despair might be too harsh a word, I don’t have the patience nor the inclination to search for another πŸ˜‰ As usual, he doesn’t disappoint!

the tidy people

A visit from The Tidy People would do me a whole lot of good just about now methinks! They’re friendly and Β effective…and that last word…SILENCE…What I wouldn’t do for a bit of it right at this moment…sigh!

Clean up your lives or beware the ‘Attack of The Tidy People’ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜‰

Have a wonderful week ahead People πŸ™‚Β 

Monkton Mondays!

This will be my last Monkton Monday post for a while. The next one, with any luck will be on the 3rd of June, since I’m away for the whole of May! YAY Me πŸ˜€ Am rather busy getting all the last minute stuff organized at the moment. Closing house for a month at a time is no joke! And although I have great plans of updating the blog regularly, at least with pictures, while on Vacation – I know myself too well to believe I will πŸ˜›

So, I thought I would leave you guys with a rather sweet thought from Monkton to brighten up your day and in deed your Summer πŸ™‚


I have no idea if indeed Elephants find Joy and Wonder in each little thing they do…but I’m not about to argue with Mr. Monkton?! πŸ˜‰ Are you? πŸ˜› Especially, when he does look rather Joyful doesn’t he πŸ˜‰

Have a Wonderful Summer People and Happy Holidays πŸ˜€