Preeti Shenoy's blog.

One look at him and I knew I would never ever be the same again. He stirred in me emotions so raw, it hurt to even tear away my thoughts. He evoked in me, a love so strong, a love that legends are made of. When I was with him, nothing else mattered at all—not even my husband. I simply did not care. I was delirious with joy, mad with happiness. If insanity was fire, I was happy to burn in it.
The early years with him were the most memorable. He changed me in ways I never thought possible. I juggled everything around his schedule, just so I could be with him, his every waking hour. I cooked, I cleaned and did all my mundane chores during the time he was occupied, so that anytime he beckoned I could rush to him. Heck, I even  stayed at home, just so I could squeeze in those extra moments with him. I changed my entire life to suit his.
My husband learnt to slowly accept what he meant to me. He saw how happy it made me.
 It has been fourteen years now and the relationship has evolved. He is s…

Sometime back I had read the book 'Losing my virginity and other dumb ideas by Madhuri Banerjee'. I totally admired the bold writing style and  the dogged determined way in which the protagonist  of the book pursues what she wants.  Since I do not watch Television at all, I did find a few scenes in the book which involves reality TV, fascinating. It was a nice peep into a world which I had never given much thought to. Also the sex scenes in the book were the stuff that every woman dreams of doing but very few do :)


Later, I became friends with   Madhuri who is also a a national award winning documentary film maker, apart from being a IBN Blogger, Asian age Columnist and a wonderfully warm person and needless to say, a  gorgeous looking woman! :) She also has her own production house and writes movie scripts too. We discovered that we indeed have many things in common like the love of Art and love of writing.
Today we had a very interesting conversation on our blackberry messe…

One thing that is fuel for my soul is creating stuff and of late, my soul seems to be getting a lot of fuel :)


This morning I made some book-marks. It was a spur of the moment thing, when I was clearing my desk. I saw this wrapping paper which you probably have lying  at home if you have been to Crossword book store recently. ( I do love their wrapping paper and I always read all that is written on it!) I also had some book-marks (which have those ugly ads printed on them) which Crossword hands out generously when you buy books.

I decided to surprise my children (they both are very avid readers as is Satish) and Satish with some personalized bookmarks.

Here is what I made from the above stuff:


This one I made for Satish. :-) He is watching some televised sport at the moment, as I type this :)
(Yeah I am cheeky..I know :) )





I made this one for my son. He loves Calvin and Hobbes and I too am a big big fan of Bill Watterson. I think he is  sheer genius.



This is for my daughter. I felt…

Paper quilling is an art that was started in Europe in the 15th or 16th century. It was started by the French and Italian Nuns and monks who used the gilded strips of paper that adorned religious books. It again became popular in the 18th century and later spread all over the world. Today there are lots of enthusiasts for this form of art.
I became interested in this recently and started researching a lot about it on the Internet. I picked up a few techniques and then over the last few days, I have been creating stuff. All you need for paper quilling is quilling strips, glue, a quilling tool (this makes it easier to roll the paper). You also need lots of patience!
I find it a superb way to de-stress and I can sit for hours, creating quilled pieces of art. Here are a few cards that I created for my closest friends.



All the cards come with matching envelopes too :) 





Honestly, after I finished them, I had half  a mind to put them on E-bay and sell them off :)
My good friends are s…

Dear 2012,

Much has been said about you. For someone barely a day old, a lot indeed :)  Including a mention in the ancient Mayan Calendar about the world ending and all that. (That too on my birthday--didn't I tell you in an earlier post that my birthdays are always rather special? :))

Well, I will tell you something now and I will say it just once. So pay attention.

Now that the drunken revelries and general bonhomie of wishing everybody, their aunt and their dog a very happy new year (fuelled more by vodka/whiskey or whatever be the alcoholic drink that has been ingested) whether one means it or not (thanks to social networks where people upload stolen photos and tag everybody including the aforesaid mentioned aunt and dog) is finally over (well I do hope it is), let us get down to business, shall we?

Throw what you want at me, dear 2012, but I am quietly going to LIVE each day. Not merely exist, but live. Even in the worst possible day where the worst possible things that cou…