Monkton Mondays!

Another week, another Monday! I realize I haven’t posted in a while, again, but I’m past making up excuses for myself or for anyone else…it’s just the way Life gets sometimes – there are days, weeks, even months – when I stay away from the Blogosphere for no reason other than ‘no reason’. You know? I just couldn’t be bothered and there’s no deep secret as to why…it’s just because…

Other times, I can’t stay away and will abandon everything to sit and write, as if writing is the only thing that will keep me alive. Over time I’ve realized that I like to share the happy times but not the sad, and yet when I put ‘Happy’ down on the page, it often sounds mundane and boring because so much of Happiness is about context right? Can you tell I’m rambling? I am! It’s just been one of those Monday mornings when I got up with great intentions but lost steam even as the clock approached noon! Perhaps it’s because I was reading Louise Penny’s How the Light Gets In (the concluding book in her Inspector Gamache series), and was lost in the forgotten village of Three Pines that always seems to me like it Β exists somewhere on the edge of Time. A good mystery can do that me, and these days I find it so much easier to live in fiction than deal in reality.

For those of you who read the last post – there’s an update – have ‘sort of’ made up with my Mom – although not before another blowout that happened – you guessed it – last Monday. Now we’re talking to each other – carefully, delicately, probably calculatingly – weighing every word, trying to predict every reaction and just being very ‘polite’ to each other in that awful way, if you know what I mean. Denying that anything serious ever happened also helps of course! Denial is the cure for all things – at least in the short-term, until they come and bite you in the you-know-where! And they do! So until the next crisis – All’s Well. If neither of us is jumping with joy – we can always blame it on our arthritic knees – what say? πŸ˜‰

And so as usual, after another rambling post about nothing in particular, I reach the end and wonder yet again how to tie in my words with a Monkton picture. And as always, Mr. Monkton rises to the occasion. The man is beginning to frighten me with how perceptive he is! Is it even legal for men to be so smart and sensitive? πŸ˜› Since I’m feeling all pensive and rambly today, ‘A Deep Thought on Life’ seemed just the thing. This one seemed to fit my mood best…I’m sure you can see why!


Do you see now? Ever so often I’m off dancing to someone else’s drum!! How can I help it when their music seems much more appealing than mine? Even if just for a little while? And sometimes, dancing to someone else’s drum is the only way to unbreak your own πŸ™‚

Happy Monday People! Dance to music of your drums if you will, but don’t be afraid of switching from your Samba to my Tango, if that’s what gets your feet tapping 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!

Well, Well, Well!! Whaddya know! I almost forgot today was Monkton Monday! You know how it gets when you’re just back from a short trip and trying to get back into routine πŸ˜› If you have a 5-yr-old of your own then you already know what I’m saying πŸ˜‰ Just goes to show, how quickly things slide if you lose focus. Me, faster than most because my focus at best is fuzzy from looking at a million things that interest me at once!

Well, thankfully almost and completely are two different things πŸ˜‰ And so here I am to trouble you with yet another Monkton gem πŸ™‚ This one is dedicated to all the senior citizens in my Life – there are so many!! They Β are all Ninjas in their own right albeit now more in Spirit than anything else! Which may not be such a bad thing coz these are some POWERFUL Spirits we’re talking about πŸ˜‰ And although Time has reduced some parts to crumbs – they are by no means DEFEATED!

Hip Hip Hurrah to the Senior ‘Ninja’ Brigade πŸ˜€Β 

Ninja Biscuits

Have a Happy week ahead People πŸ˜€ Channel that inner Ninja πŸ˜‰

Monkton Mondays!

Here we go again! A quiet weekend during which I had one conversation with Mom, which as always reminded me about the loneliness that often accompanies old age. Even in the presence of well- intentionedΒ and loving family and friends, we are, all of us, in essence, truly alone. It’s hard for Mom, living as she has chosen to do in a large house (much too large for 3 senior citizens), with two people of dwindling speech, to find ways to amuse herself. She’s a text-book introvert too which does nothing to help her cause! And it pains me that I don’t seem to be able to help. I have solutions of course – just none that are acceptable to her!Β 

As you can see, the conversation wasn’t a very happy one, but miraculously we didn’t get into an argument πŸ˜› In any event – what I need desperately and what she does too (although she’s not going to see this post) is some good old Monkton magic to lighten the mood and perk up our spirits πŸ™‚ So here goes…The Cow of Wisdom

See?! I feel so much better after that Mooing session πŸ˜‰

Have a great week ahead People, and anytime you feel overwhelmed – just find a spot and MOO πŸ˜›

Monkton Mondays!

Here we are again…another Beginning! Aren’t we lucky? πŸ˜‰

The weekend has been one of spring cleaning and planning ahead…getting ready for a new school year, a new financial year and very soon on Gudi Padva – the Hindu New Year! And with Easter being a symbol of rebirth – there’s no escaping a fresh start it seems! It is of course also April Fool πŸ˜› although I’m not sure how that ties in with new beginnings. Perhaps it means we are fools for believing in them πŸ˜‰ Or perhaps it means we would be fools not to!

I believe in the latter…I love a new beginning, who doesnt? I like the way it smells and tastes and feels…ephemeral like snowflakes on the tongue yet ethereal like the stars. And although I’ve stopped making resolutions (coz I never can seem to stick to them :P), I found one from Mr. Monkton that is rather perfect for the solemn occasion πŸ˜‰

Let us be lovely


I hope you find countless opportunities to be Silly this week! It’s a wonderful way to live – Trust Me πŸ˜‰ Or don’t! Trust Mr. Monkton πŸ˜›

Happiness always People πŸ˜€Β May you find what you need!

Have a wonderful week ahead!

Monkton Mondays!

Have had a lovely weekend πŸ™‚ Friday night at the Jehan Numan Palace Hotel in Bhopal…a wonderful place to rest your head after a tiring day! Saturday evening at Van Vihar, Bhopal watching a couple of lazy tigers and busy birds (this time I carried my zoom!) and back home on Sunday, spent the entire day having a ball with the family πŸ˜€ Oh! And as I type – the doorbell rings and my driver is back from a week-long vacation that turned into a month-long sojourn!! It’s nothing short of a Miracle! Hallelujah!!

Life is good except of course for the heat that is worsening and makes me want to hurt someone, anyone πŸ˜› Perhaps I’m overreacting but I think not! I blame it on The Hitman’s Guide to Housecleaning – my 4th e-book (Go Figure ;)), a darkly hilarious, brilliant book that I’m having a hard time putting down – digitally speaking πŸ˜›

And so since the heat still continues to set the tone for my week…I’m satisfying my need for the cooler climes vicariously as always through the excellent Mr. Monkton.Β 


Uh huh!! And that’s where I’ll be ending up soon, if the heat continues πŸ˜‰

Happy Monday People! May it be cooler than mine and remember there are worse places than the Bonkers House πŸ˜‰ So if counting snowflakes is your thing – don’t let anything stop you πŸ˜›

Have a wonderful week ahead πŸ™‚

Monkton Mondays!

What with Women’s Day just gone and Mahashivaratri celebrated yesterday, I thought I would keep the whole Man/Woman theme going for another day πŸ˜‰ It’s always an interesting…mmmm, lets see…is ‘battle’ the word I’m looking for? πŸ˜› Maybe I should be polite and say ‘encounter’ πŸ˜‰ Oh whatever! Who cares?! It’s yet another Monday and time to roll up our sleeves and deal with the week ahead!

Here’s a little Monkton Magic to set you off on a great start πŸ˜€

Man vs Woman

To all the ‘silly little men’ & ‘magnificent women’ out there…Have a good week People πŸ˜‰