Gym woes

Life’s been good

Treating me well

So good, in fact,

That I’ve started to swell


Sitting all day

On a comfortable chair

And the rest of the time

Sleeping away


No walks, no rides

No physical exercise

Just sitting and eating

Burgers and fries


And so, my lovelies

I’ve joined the gym

To get in some fitness

And to stay trim


It’s been a week

And the pain, oh the pain!

I can hear my muscles cry

Under the strain


Dormant muscles

That have been sleeping for years

Are being forced to work now

Amid protein shakes and tears


And so I’m hobbling around

Praying that this is worth it

And my husband’s hoping

That I don’t quit!

‘Coz I took the full membership you see,

 Which is quite a hefty fee 😉 




Service with a smile

I love going out. I love dressing up and going out to dinner, or even just getting a cup of coffee at my favourite café. I like the idea of making an occasion out of food, especially when I’m dining out. For me, it’s all about the experience – I like to visit my favourite hangouts again and again, where I’m assured of the food quality, ambience and service.

My husband, on the other hand, is the absolute opposite.


He loves to try out new places and new cuisines. Needless to say, there are a lot of disappointments when the food or service doesn’t quite turn out as expected. Of course, there are times when we stumble upon something really nice, but I’d say that’s a rarity.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for trying new things. It’s just that I hate it when we’ve sort of pinned all our hopes for a good evening on a particular restaurant, which then doesn’t live up to my expectations and leaves me feeling slightly unhappy. Which then gets compounded by me beginning to get annoyed that I am now unhappy (and could have been happy if only we’d gone to our favourite place), and well…, it’s a downward spiral from then on. Haha!

Yes, yes, I know I should be open to new experiences and all that. It’s just that, well… life is, life. And we must work. And do daily chores. And sometimes struggle in our lives when life throws you a curveball.

And so, when I decide to take time off from these things and spend a little quality time alone or with someone, that time MUST be well spent. There are days when that ‘quality time’ is spent at home in my PJs with Netflix and pizza (Of course! It’s from my favourite pizza place! The husband knows not to mess with my pizza).

But there are also days, when I feel like dressing up and painting my nails and putting on lipstick and going out to dinner (or brunch or coffee). On those days, it becomes imperative that I receive good service from the restaurant I’m at. If I’ve made the effort to dress up and come out to a nice restaurant, then the least I expect is that the host and servers there greet me with a smile and make me feel welcome. Service is paramount for me.

In my opinion, a city such as Gurgaon has loads of restaurants with delicious, world-class cuisines. Each restaurant is better than the other. We’re spoiled for choices. The only differentiating factor for me then becomes service.

Now I don’t mean that I want people falling over me. But a smile and greeting would be nice. You know, just let me know that you’re happy I decided to come have lunch at your place today.

You’d be surprised at how many times I’ve had bad service. I’ve been to places where the staff makes you feel as though they’re doing you a favour by letting you in to sample their fare. I can’t stand such hoity-toity places one bit.

On the other hand, I recently I visited a newly opened restaurant with Mediterranean fare. The host was polite and friendly, and so was the waiting staff. They patiently answered our questions about the unique offerings on their menu and suggested popular delicacies. And they smiled when they talked to us. A lot. Which I thought was really nice. And so, I will visit them again.

I find it so incredible that in today’s day and age when the hospitality sector has grown and evolved into the juggernaut that it is today, many restaurants have still not understood and imbibed this basic fact – good service is the key differentiator.

And it’s only good service with a smile that will lead me to prefer a friendly neighbourhood restaurant (with maybe fewer dishes on the menu) to a fancy 5-star place that is a stark reminder of how service should not be.

[Marvel fans… Did you see what I just did there? 😉 ]



It’s Friday night
And work is done
Everyone’s heading out
For some fun

I glance at my watch
It’s a quarter to eight
I’ll stick around for a bit
Then make my escape

I think to myself
I must be getting old
There used to a time
When I hated going home

I’d love to eat out
And dance the night away
Now I just rush home
At the end of the day

Home is where comfy clothes are
And I don’t care how I look
Curled up on the sofa
With coffee and a book!

Mid week musings

I like Wednesdays
They give me hope
With Friday two days away
I know I can cope!

Wednesdays are like
Half time in a match
You’re halfway through the game
And now you can relax

Wednesdays are great
To stop and take a break
Reward yourself and celebrate
With coffee and cake

The week is half over
And there’s less than half to go
So cheer up and smile
It’ll be Friday before you know!

Escape for a moment

The world gets too loud
It overwhelms me
Like a dark damp cloud

It envelops me
With doubt and despair
And I begin to wonder
Is there hope out there?

There’s so much noise
And chatter and doubt
I wish I could throw
The whole world out!

Oh wait! I can!
I can shut the door
I can turn off the noise
And sit peacefully on the floor

I take a deep breath
And everything’s calm
It’s quiet and peaceful
No cause for alarm

No deadlines knocking at my door
No meetings to rush to
No problems to be sorted out 
Nor ten thousand things to do

No, there’s nothing here
Except me and my mind
In the calm ocean of emptiness
I’ve left the craziness behind

I’m in my happy place
My mind is free as a bird
The tension is gone, I smile
I’m ready to get back to the crazy world!


I open my eyes
It’s 6 in the morning
My husband’s up
And I’m still yawning.

My blue yoga mat
In the corner sits
I close one eye
And squint at it.

That blessed thing
Is covered with dust
And my mind and body
Are going to rust.

I turn over
And glance outside
Maybe I can take
My bike for a ride.

Or maybe just
Go for a stroll
Walks are good
For heart and soul.

Who am I kidding?!
I already know
I’m going to turn over
And continue to snore!


Why can’t laundry do itself,
And fold itself and put itself away?
Why do we have to wear clothes at all?
Laundry takes up half my day!

Why do we have to ‘make the bed’,
When it’s going to get unmade anyway?
Why fluff the pillows or fold the quilt,
When it’ll be messed up again at the end of the day?

Why do we have stomachs that need to be filled,
When they’re going to get empty again?
Why does our brain remind us of pizza,
When we’ve sworn ourselves to fresh fruit and grain?!

And how I wish we didn’t have to clean
Or dust or wash a plate ever again!
Day in and day out, the same old chores
So mindless, it’s driving me insane!