Musings of a Global Nomad

Ok, so I am not American. But there is an attachment of sorts. I lived there for a year when I was sixteen and the incredible experience of living in small town America as an exchange student will stay with me for ever. Ever since, I love going  to America ( the shopping, the food, and not to forget my one and only bro and our many dear friends who live there!). Nevertheless I am a sceptic about the whole 'America is great' ideology that all (sorry most) Americans profess and hence cannot call myself one of the country's biggest fans.  So it is with much surprise that I found myself following the American elections so closely. Thanks to the media, by default I think we all know a thing or two about American politics and I am certain a large majority of the world's TV owning population watched the elections live and waited with baited breath for America to choose a new president.  And like me, I don't think most of them cared as much about the...

Its Saturday morning....Would have loved to sleep in but have been up since 6.30. We had three kids over for a sleepover last night and of course since its not a school day, they have to wake up on their own much before they really need too:) But that's fine, it gave me a chance to have an early morning lengthy cuppa out on the terrace. Though the younger kids are up and about my TEENAGER is fast asleep. Its the one day she gets to sleep in. I tell the younger kids to play quietly but its a tall order and though they are not extremely loud, their laughter, chatter and Lirayas periodical Liraya screams fill the house. I am on my computer by now and catching up with emails and Facebook. Suddenly there is a ping- new email alert. Who's it from? The TEENAGER! Apparently she is awake and sending me an email asking me to forward her her homework which comes to me weekly from school(another post on this later). She is directly below me. She doesn't think it necessary to walk up ...

I love to write! I think I write well. What the hell I know I write well. When I was young I wanted to be a journalist but somewhere along the way I pushed that dream to the back burner and got a degree in Management instead. No regrets but the passionate writer in me longs for release.  So and now and then I write something to keep alive the scribe in me but not often enough. I always have excuses... too busy, no inspiration, no audience, the endless list surprises even me. As for encouragement there definitely hasn't been a lack of that. My biggest cheerleaders- my parents and my husband, my friends who read my yearly Christmas updates and sporadic musings, have all, always gently prodded me to write more. But while I happily sap up the praise and honestly make a resolution to write more, I come up with new excuses and the weeks fly by... But here I am writing a blog....perhaps this is the beginning! Our family is what many call a global n...