Witty Bean

(Scroll below for a disappointing update.) Wittybean.com has had a challenging 24 hours. First, the website went down, which occasionally happens to the best of us. But then it came back up, said NAW DOG, and promptly croaked again. My tech support (overworked husband) promises to get this fixed ASAP. That means tomorrow, I think. He also assures me that this is not his fault — a statement I contest hotly. I apologize for this embarrassing faux pas, dear reader. Everything has been backed up, so your favorite content is still on there. Please check back tomorrow at wittybean.com, and all should be well. One hopes. In the meantime, please have an espresso on me. Tell the barista to put it on my tab. It's another gorgeous day, so go ahead and have a scone too. You deserve it.   And if you see wittybean.com in the corner, nursing a latte behind oversized sunglasses, give her this message, won’t you? “COME BACK, RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY, OR YOU’RE GROUNDED!!” Much love, Pavi UPDATE :  Des

I am happily nesting in my warm, new home on the Wordpress platform. The champagne has been popped, everyone’s had their finger foods and I’m getting down to doing some really good writing. Dearest reader, won’t you visit?   My new permanent address: wittybean.com Come soon! Our coffee’s getting cold!

In a curious case of reverse gender inequality, someone asked this question recently. Why is it considered acceptable to say “we want a baby girl”, or even “gender doesn’t matter”. If one wants a baby boy, is it still taboo to express that?

When the days get colder and strange things lurk at the periphery of your vision. You pull your sweater close, because know it's winter. 

I live in a joint family. My in-laws, my MIL’s mom, my BIL and his wife and my husband and me. So 7 adults, plus my 2 kids and one crazy puppy. Most days it’s not as intense as it appears, because we’re well adjusted and know our boundaries. Plus the house is large, and everyone has their space to hang out or sulk in. The icing on the cake is that my BIL’s wife is my younger sister, Krithika (BIL and my behna met at my wedding and got married 7 years later), so that makes it even sweeter.

Guess who’s moving?

It was 2 am, and I woke up with the most bizarre thought. Not a dream or a nightmare.But an actual well formed thought.