Life-ing it up...

The motivation behind the whole trip was ‘Stripey’. And, I hope you recognise Stripey for he’s the cute, little tiger cub who reminds us how there are only 1,411 tigers left in the country (and just so you know that’s his name actually, don’t believe me! Check out Facebook, he’s quite a celebrity) and I decided let’s chance it out.  So, away I went along with hubby, on my Easter weekend (let’s say extended Easter weekend, April 2010) to Sariska National Park in Alwar, Rajasthan. It’s a breezy couple of hours'  drive from Delhi and the weather is much more tolerable than the city. And before you ask me, 'NO', I did not see any tigers at all. They simply didn’t think it was worthwhile enough to give me a glimpse of their majestic presence. So, you should all sympathise with my beautiful sentiments of extreme envy towards those who did. However, I’m not the one to go down without a fight! So, here I am with a 'Tiger Bird' instead, eating out of my hands—litera

This totally intriguing thing happened late last night while we were returning home.  The roads were clear and empty almost. I was humming along to some nice Kishore Kumar songs playing on the radio and inhaling that peculiar autumn smell in the air. Everything was gradually entering a trance-like mode when suddenly my husband jarred my senses.  He was trying to make me see something ahead of him. As both his hands were on the wheel, the whole pointing action was done by his eyes and monosyllabic utterances containing the single word, ' Dekho !' .  I naturally looked ahead—at the road. Confused, I looked back at him, 'What?' 'Look, look at my speedometre!' he said. 'Very responsible citizen, you are sir. You're doing 30kmph!' 'Miss. Intel-i-giant, look at the metre which clocks the miles covered." I made a face at him. 'That is called an odometre...' but my sarcastic reply hung in the air when I saw it. The odometre showed a perfec