10 years since Lehman...

Its 30th June today and its ten years since I first stepped into the corporate world by joining the erstwhile Lehman Brothers. I still remember the excitement on the first day. We were around 60 campus recruits from across campuses. In the first day we had sessions by different department heads.From the next day onwards, training followed. We started with G.Ramachandran's ( He was fondly called ramach) financial markets domain training. I must say that was one of the best financial markets and derivatives training I have received till date. Anybody from Lehman who has attended Ramach's sessions will vouch for this fact. In fact in the years that followed , I attended one more day session on financial markets only because it was conducted by Ramach.

Post our training just as we were getting allocated to projects, there was news of Lehman being in distress. There was uncertainty about what will happen. In those times, our department head did a wonderful job of keeping us all updated regularly, reassuring us and asking us to have faith in Richard Fuld(the then CEO of Lehman). But destiny had something else in mind.

On the Monday morning of 15th September 2018, as I was boarding the office bus, there was news about Chapter 11 Lehman bankruptcy. I still vividly remember that day. I had a training scheduled that day. The trainer didn't turn up. I frantically googled what is Chaper 11 bankruptcy. What does that mean for our job? Will we be asked to vacate the building?People started taking out stuff from lockers because they were not sure if they could reach office the next day. All of us campus recruits sat in a training room not knowing what to do. Some of us started making CVs, applying on naukri.com. In all this, there were talks of some other bank buying us out. Finally on 6th October , Nomura acquired us. There was job and stability. Finally there was an end to this uncertainty.

There are just so many wonderful memories that I can keep on writing them. I got to learn from so many wonderful managers and colleagues, from people not only in Powai office but across regions. I made some very good friends. 10 years since joining and 7 years since leaving Lehman/Nomura, Apart from the work I still remember
- Those wonderful training times,
- Chatting in breakout and caferia,
- The fact of how I got used to addressing everyone by first name and dropping the sir or madam title
- Prem wanting super formal dressing to the extent of insisting guys to wear a tie daily
- Just amazing processes and communication to employees
- Newsletter and CSR work
- Shuttling between Kensington  and Winchester
- Hanging out in Powai
....and much more..

To those Lehman and Nomura times, to those managers and friends, all I have is gratitude!

Cheers!
Dhanashree
Https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

Aji Suniye!

( DH refers to dear husband, LO refers to little one)

Scene 1

The new dress and the tiffin

Me - (referring to the dress he bought for me) Wow this is so nice.. I so wanted something like this..

DH- See I know you better than me, I knew you would like this.. But you never listen when I tell you to buy something

Me- Hmm, I know.. But this dress is amazing.. I love you 😍😍

DH -- ( expressions like he's conquered the world)

Me-- So where is your today's tiffin?

DH- In my bag

Me- Take it out na

DH-- ( opens bag, searches for tiffin, can't find it) I think I forgot in cab

Me-- ( angry) How come you forget every single time, how many times do I need to remind you? Are you a kid? Can't you act responsible?

DH-- I promise I won't forget next time

Me-- (angrily ) You say this every single time.. Only play games on mobile, no responsibility, nothing, I have to do everything :(

Scene 2:

Our conversation over a telephone

Me- Missing you so much, You know what there is just so much work at office, I just don't know when it will get over....and you know what lets go somewhere this weekend...ah today that Sia was wearing such a nice dress, even I want one like that...( Conversation jumps from one topic to another)

DH -- Hmmmm Ok

Me-- And what should make for dinner, already worried about whether LO had food, and yes what she must have done in school today. Did you drop a email to the school teacher asking for missing worksheets? Did you?

DH-- Huh? What ?

Me-- ( angrily) Ok so you are not even listening, I miss you so much and you are not even listening to me

Scene 3

The ice cream parlour

DH- Lets go have ice cream tonight

Me - Wow, yes lets go

DH - Lets go and have your roll icecream

Me ( super excited) : You just read my mind.. Let me change and then lets go

At the ice cream shop.
The ice cream is served . It is truly delicious. I am enjoying every bite, just relishing the taste. DH in the meanwhile enjoying games on mobile. His way of ensuring peace, silence when a non stop chatter box is around :)

These scenes may be a part of many households.. And on this Vat Pournima,
- Lets also pray for the husband's to gather enough strength to listen to Aji Suniye / Aho aiklat ka non-stop and manage their wife's sinusoid curve of emotions for the next 7 births 😎

-Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

Vat Pournima

My Kalnirnay says its Vat Pournima today. That day of the year where ladies fast , pray for the long life of the husbands. That day where ladies tie a thread around the banyan tree seven times and pray that the dear or poor ? Hubby be their husband for next 7 births.

Funny as it seems to me now, I did this Vat Pournima thread tieing ritual in the first year of my marriage. When I went to that banyan tree, I was astonished to see the sheer number of women there. I could barely get some space to do this thread encircling ritual. I just did it 2 times and came out of that crowded space. In the years that followed I never did this tree thread ritual again. I occasionally observe a fast on this day.

There is obviously a story behind this ritual, I do not know how much significance it holds today.

But then how can we forget the main person- the husband here? Has anyone asked the husband whether he would like the same wife for the next 7 births? Poor soul, I pity him on his no choice day. Oh wait, what choice does he have on the other days ?

Till we think on this, let me have my awesome fasting menu :)starting with sabudana khichadi. For all those who know how the Maharashtriam fasting goes, its more like feasting on the fasting menu!

-Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

I don't bother attitude!

My daughter S has cat eyes.

S  to me :Mumma, they tease me in school. They say "You have cat eyes" and start laughing
S was saying this jokingly and did not seem concerned about it

The concerned mum in me asked - " So what do you do about it? What do you tell them?"

S - Nothing

Me still being concerned that S would feel bad about her teasing- asked again the next day," What do you do when they tease you?'

S- Nothing

S said this as coolly as she could.

I felt if S at 3 years old could ignore the irrelevant comments why do we as adults feel offended when someone comments on us?
 Once again, my daughter was my teacher!

#mydaughterismyteacher #justanothermumstory #dsaidso

-DHANASHREE

My write up in Loksatta

Loksatta , the marathi daily of the Indian Express Group had invited writeups on the occasion of Father's day. I.had submitted one and it got published( the shorter version of it I mean). Sharing the same. It talks of how my father helped me right from the start and even after my marriage when I moved cities, houses and even in looking after my daughter.
It is published in page 4 of chaturang, the Saturday supplement of Loksatta.
They published a section of my write up. Some more part of my write up as follows

"स्त्री पुरुष समानतेबद्दल आपण बोलतो- ऐकतो, बायकांनी स्वतःच्या पायावर उभं राहावं याबद्दल चर्चा होत असतातच.माझ्या बाबांचा माझ्या पायावर उभा राहण्यात सिंहाचा वाटा आहे, लहानपणी अभ्यास घेण्यापासून , IIM ला MBA करताना मार्गदर्शन ,ते स्वराला संभाळण्यापर्यंत, आणि तो तसाच राहणार आहे. खरंतर आपल्या पाठीशी कोणीतरी आहे, हा विश्वासच खूप स्फूर्ती देऊन जातो. त्या खात्रीनेच मानसिक बळ येतं , खूप काही नवीन करण्याची ऊर्जा येते. त्यामुळेच आज मी नोकरीबरोबरच नियमितपणे ब्लॉगवर लिहिते, निबंध - वक्तृत्व स्पर्धांमध्ये भाग घेते. मी बाबांबरोबर भौतिक प्रवास किती केला हे आठवत नाही, पण आयुष्याच्या प्रवासात ते सतत माझ्या सोबत होते, अगदी कितीही चढ ऊतार आले तरी.

माधुरी दीक्षित च्या हल्लीच्या बकेटलिस्ट या चित्रपटात " होऊन जाऊ द्या " या गाण्यातले हे शब्द आहेत " वाटेवरी जरी काटे किती तरी ,तुला फिकीर ना कशाची भीती" . मला माझ्या आयुष्यातल्या स्वप्नांची बकेटलिस्ट कितीही काटे असले तरी कशाची भीती न बाळगता पूर्ण करण्यासाठी पाठीशी उभ्या असणाऱ्या बाबांना "हैप्पी फादर्स डे ". त्यांच्यामुळेच मी कुठल्याही कठीण प्रसंगाला "होऊन जाऊ द्या" असं म्हणत कणखरपणे सामोरी जाऊ शकते
"

-Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

My morning motivation

S to me- Why aren't you wearing that pink and white top? You haven't worn it for ages

Me- Because I have become fat and it no longer fits me

S - Why don't you for a round( to walk ) , then you will be thin

Me - ( facepalm🙄)

S to my MIL(3 times repeatedly) - D is not wearing the pink top because she has become fat..

Ok - in case you are wondering who S is - S is Swara , my 3 year old daughter.

Who am I- sometimes I wonder who is the mother and who is the daughter ;P

Maybe now she will be my weight loss consultant- pointing out how fat I have become and need to walk

Just the sarcastic motivation  I need probably:) On international yoga day, seems like well timed gyan

Till then perpetually trying to be a successful professional, amazing cook, loving mum, good wife, now try to lose weight and  the list just continues...

-Dhanashree

#justanothermumstory #dsaidso #myweightlosstamasha

Of Ricardian Equivalence and sleep

Facebook reminded me yesterday that is 7 years since my first day at IIM Bangalore. I started my IIM Bangalore journey on 20th June 2011. In my mind, there was a flashback of memories. I remember when I had joined IIMB , seniors telling stories of staying up till 3 am and all. For someone who slept latest by 11 pm all her life, this was shocking. I wondered how would I survive. As time progressed , I realised that this staying up late was not a necessity for everyone. In my two years at IIM B , I hardly stayed up late. Somehow managed to catch decent amount of sleep and survive. MBA success can't be measured by sleep for sure, but that was my preferred criteria to have my sanity intact:)
That would ensure I was reasonably awake in class and grasp some stuff at least.

The information thrown at you in an MBA course is practically infinite. How fast you grasp the most important stuff is the key. I distinctly remember some concepts which I never understood, either the concept or its practical use. One such concept was the Ricardian equivalence in economics . It states that "Ricardian equivalence is an economic theory that suggests that when a government tries to stimulate an economy by increasing debt-financed government spending, demand remains unchanged. This is due to the fact that the public saves its excess money to pay for expected future tax increases that will be used to pay off the debt" I understood this as a statement but wasn't fully convinced of it, couldn't relate so to say.

Now 7 years later I relate to it fully. When my daughter sleeps late at night, I find a practical example. I think I was intuitively forward looking so I always slept adequately. Maybe some higher power knew my daughter would sleep late and I would be sleep deprived. Maybe thats why I was never even sleep deprived in IIMB.Maybe I was intutively aware of the future sleep deprivation.

Obviously this is just an analogy, makes me happy that finally I find a funny analogy of ricardian equivalence.

Hopefully some day I am able to find such patterns in life explaining things as imaginary to understand like the Avogadro's number in Chemistry!

-Dhanashree
#dsaidso #yetanothermumstory
#economicsoflife #mba #iimb
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

ref: https://www.investopedia.com/terms/r/ricardianequivalence.asp

My daughter on a Mars mission?

To add to the countless WhatsApp and Facebook groups , I am now a part of my daughter's school WhatsApp group
The overwhelming amount of messages on that group sometimes make me wonder if my daughter is on Mars mission
Then there are discussions like
- handkerchiefs lost
-  kids going to adjacent classroom on first day
- stuff getting exchanged etc and many many more

My daughter exchanged her floaters yesterday with someone else. The other day she got some identical water bottle of another student. And the dear WhatsApp group tries to put things in their right place. Trying to make sense of this randomness.

This makes me wonder and think - Is  parenting a stochastic process filled with Random variables and events? I highly doubt if it even follows the definition of any particular stochastic process - maybe it is just a random walk :P

#parenting #dsaidso #randomness #yetanothermumstory

-Dhanashree

मी एक पास / नापास आई ?

स्वरा - " आई मला टिकली लाव न गं "

मी बॅगेतुन एक टिकलीचं पाकीट काढून त्यातली एक टिकली तिला लावली.

स्वरा - " आई , ही नको , ती शुभांगी सारखी टिकली लाव न गं "

मी - " अगं कोण ही शुभांगी , आता ही टिकली  लाव न "

स्वरा - " अगं ती शुभांगी , ती टी . व्ही वर असते ती , ती मोठी टिकली लावते ती "

अरेच्चा , माझ्या आत्ता लक्षात आलं, ती शुभांगी गोखलेंबद्दल म्हणत  होती .मागे श्रीयुत गंगाधर टिपरे यांचे जुने एपिसोड्स बघताना ती शामल म्हणजे  शुभांगी असं मी  म्हणाले होते .

तर असो . गेले दोन दिवस मी "शुभांगी " टिकली आणायला विसरतेय . आज घरी जाताना मी  नेली म्हणजे पुरे. नाहीतर मला प्रश्नांच्या भडिमाराला सामोरं  जावं  लागेल..
" आई तू टिकली का नाही आणलीस ?
आई  तू का विसरलीस?
आई आता जाऊया का आणायला?
आता का  नकॊ जाऊया आणायला? "

या  आणि  अशा अनेक प्रश्नांना घरी पाय ठेवताक्षणी उत्तर देताना हे‌ प्रश्न मला कुठल्याही बोर्डच्या परीक्षेपेक्षा नकोसे वाटतात. यात आपण नापास होण्याचीच शक्यता जास्त.

हाच विचार करता करता आपलं बालपण आठवतं. आपणही आपल्या आईला अशा असंख्य प्रश्नांची उत्तरं द्यायला  लावली होती. आता स्वतः आई झाल्यावर ते किती कठीण होतं ते कळलं.

पु ल एकदा एका कथेत म्हणाले होते - "मी एक नापास आजोबा"

आता मला वाटतं मी एक आईपणात नापास होण्याची भीती बाळगणारी आणि पास होण्यासाठी आटोकाट प्रयत्न करणारी आई आहे .
 आणि हो आईपणात पास झालेल्या  आयांना माझा सलाम!

#dsaidso #marathi

-धनश्री

My father's day poetry open mic

I participated in a poetry/storytelling open mic named #Anthem conducted by Artociate this Sunday. It was special for me since it was father's Day and I could begin the open mic by dedicating a poem to my dad. My dad has been and will always be one of my greatest pillar of support. I presented my four poems in that open mic based on the common theme of "Father's Day". They are as follows

The first one is for my dad( this poem is the end of this link here)- http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2018/06/fathers-day.html?m=1


On father's day, we see messages overflowing with Happy father's day. What would someone whose father is no more feel like? Trying to pen my thoughts from the perspective of a girl whose father is no more.  My second poem on that one-- http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2018/06/i-wish-to-see-dad-calling.html?m=1


Any image or depiction of parents , at least by Indian society standards portrays them in a very positive light, who would sacrifice anything and everything for their children. What about a dad who is so full of himself to the extent I call such a dad a narcissist dad. Penning a poetry from the perspective of a child who has a narcissistic father.  Such a child would struggle to even share with someone how his/her dad really is. Nobody would believe this. Hence trying to pen down the feelings of such a child-http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2018/06/my-dad-is-really-like-this.html?m=1

This poetry is for my husband , who always had a chill , carefree attitude but after our daughter Swara was born changed into a responsible and loving father -http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2018/06/to-carefree-yet-loving-dad.html?m=1

--Dhanashree

To the carefree yet loving Dad

This poetry is for my husband , who always had a chill , carefree attitude but after our daughter Swara was born changed into a responsible and loving father

From a carefree guy to a doting father
A daughter can create miracles far greater

The guy who still forgets where his towel is
The father in him never forgets to bath Swara daily atleast

The same guy who takes hours to finish breakfast
The father in him makes sure Swara is fed well after all

The same guy who played who played mobile games at night
The father in him reads out bedtime stories to Swara every night

The same guy who was carefree all his life
The father in him worries about Swara’s well being all the time

I can’t define what it means to be a father
But this change in my husband is what makes him a loving father

--Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

My Dad is really like this..

Any image or depiction of parents , at least by Indian society standards portrays them in a very positive light, who would sacrifice anything and everything for their children. What about a dad who is so full of himself to the extent I call such a dad a narcissist dad. On this father's day, penning a poetry from the perspective of a child who has a narcissistic father. Such a child would struggle to even share with someone how his/her dad really is. Nobody would believe this. Hence trying to pen down the feelings of such a child.

I don't know what a Dad means
I have a biological Dad whose genes I carry
But I don't know if he fits the definition of Dad, if any

Charismatic he is, full of himself always
Likes to be the center of attention anyways
Criticism he cannot take
If I do so, he will cut me from his life instead

He is always with me when he can brag about me
He will only do things that he enjoys with me
He will only be with me when he can use me for his benefit
Either for bragging or vacationing abroad in my house for free

He provides me material stuff
He provides me attention
But all this only when it works for him
He is there in my convocation pics
But in my lowest times I cry alone in ricks

Nobody believes when I tell them this
How do I convince them my father is really like this?

-Dhanashree
Https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

I wish to see "Dad Calling"

On father's day, we see messages overflowing with Happy father's day. What would someone whose father is no more feel like? Trying to pen my thoughts from the perspective of a girl whose father is no more.

There are so many calls I get in a day
But "Dad Calling" is the one I wish to see everyday

How things can change in a minute you ask me
My dad was there this moment and the next moment god took him away fast

Why only me? I asked God
I needed my Dad after all
To make me feel like a princess
To give me courage all the time
To be by my side, Dad I need you this time

Locking myself in a room, I cried
I so wished dad would come from somewhere inside

I opened his gifts to flashback on the memories
Be Brave Girl, was the message underneath

I always knew he found happiness in my success
Gathered the courage to bounce bank nonetheless

Looked up at the sky, the stars were shining brightly
In them I saw my dad's smile for his princess and gathered courage mightly

--Dhanashree.
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

For my Dad...

As a kid I was perceived to be studious and geeky, and I think it was rightly so. I was never much into sports or singing or dancing. Studies and writing, debating , elocution were my things.
I remember there was some Dasera function when I was in class 4 where they called up kids to dance on stage. I was not very comfortable about doing this impromptu performance. Other kids did, but I couldn't. I felt bad and started crying. My dad that time told me , " Its ok if you didn't dance. You know so many other things. Everybody need not know everything" . This statement probably laid the foundation of me being comfortable in being myself.

Further my dad always said ," Do whatever you want to do in life, but make sure you do that one thing really really well" My dad is a mechanical engineer from VJTI, yet he never pressurized me to pursue engineering. He just kept on insisting me to do my best in the field I choose. He just did not preach this , he practiced it too. He handled two departments in office at one point in time and he did extremely well at work.

Even at home it was the same, he was there for us always. Whenever my dad did any small thing, as small as putting the covers on our notebooks, they were done with finesse.Anything to be done, anything to be brought from the shop, he always had a to-do list. We knew that once we tell dad, things are bound to happen. Probably thats why even now when I commit something either small or big, I give my 100% and make sure it happens in the best possible way.

Another thing what I learnt from him is reading. My dad is an avid reader. At one point in time we had 5 newspapers - 3 English, 1 business and 1 marathi newspaper coming into our house. My dad would read all of them. He used to read them even while he was travelling in the local train. He is updated on the latest technology and business news. Many a times he still knows more than me. He doesn't watch sports or movies much but is aware of news in that area. Before the advent of internet, my dad used to keep cuttings of important new technology developments in a notebook. He was like my Google search engine before Google came into existence.

He used to always tell me to focus and use my strengths to the fullest. Once you do that , everything follows. I remember when I was in college , I had gone with him to a function in a 5 star hotel. I remember telling him, why don't we come here? To which he replied, you just work hard, people will call you to such places. He always told me not to think of all such things, but just focus and do the best.Probably thats any I am drawn towards achievement rather than anything else. All these things follow. Another thing was that he taught me to perform best in any circumstances. As I finished my MBA, he told the main goal of an MBA is problem solving. You should be able to solve problems work out solutions in any kind of situations. If one thing doesn't work try something else but once you start something try your best to finish it.

Years later when I look back at all this, I can't help but wonder how true it is. On this father's day, I am short of words to thank my dad for this upbringing. My dad who gave me the confidence to be myself, who gave me the freedom to choose what I wanted to and encouraged me to do my best in whatever I want to. He who helped me in my toughest times, playing a doting grandfather to my daughter.
You are and will always be my Hero No 1!
One little poem for my Dad!

Am I doing the right thing?
Am I good enough?
Sometimes my mind wanders
I think more than is enough

All I need then is reassurance
Someone to back my doubting self
To be by my side at all times good and bad

In all such times, there is my hero who tells me I have done my best
Leave the rest to god he tells me instead

The hero who runs for my help from anywhere
I am his priority number 1, I am in his prayers

The hero who finds happiness in my smile
Who loves me unconditionally at all times

This one is for my hero no 1, Baba!

#happyfathersday #fathersday #dsaidso #englishwritings

-Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

A frequent flyer's wife speaks

How does a frequent flyer life seem? Maybe glamorous , yes! How does the spouse of frequent flyer feel? Read my poetry below

From a 'PuLa' vedi

I grew up in a marathi speaking middle class family. My aunts were Marathi teachers hence we developed good Marathi writing and speaking skills. Now times have changed. Lot of marathi families speak in English with their kids right since childhood. They put their kids in non state boards where marathi is not a compulsory language. Hence their kids hardly understand Marathi. To all such Marathi families- I have one request - Please don't to this. If you may ask why, I dare to answer in four letters. They are "PuLa"

PuLa here does not stand for Pune Ladies as some facebook groups suggest. PuLa is for Purushottam Laxman Deshpande. PuLa is the person who can make me laugh with the same intensity even after 18 years of his death. You can describe PuLa as an author, humorist, musician, composer and many more. I just know one thing-PuLa is an artist who has ruled Marathi families hearts across generations.

The analysis of characters in detail and the witty humour as written / spoken by PuLa is unmatched. If there is one thing that is impossible for sure- it is to translate PuLa's writings into English. To enjoy PuLa's work, you have to know Marathi. It is the one literary piece you will almost never get fed up of reading/listening. It is like a laughter medicine filled with sensible humor, satire based on real life situations.

No matter how bad your day is, PuLa will make you laugh. His song compositions still make kids dance. I remember dancing on his song "nach re mora" as a 5 year old kid and now my daughter enjoys dancing to that song too. Its one of her favourite. Our neighbor aaba was a big PuLa fan. He would play PuLa's cassettes in the morning. I could hear them and thats when the "PuLa sanskar" started. Many years later when aaba was 85+ , PuLa's cassettes still brought a spark in his eyes and a smile on his face.

I was fortunate to meet PuLa twice. Once at a wedding and another one in Thakur hospital. Thakur hospital is the place where me, my brother and my daughter too was born. Dr Thakur's sister was married to PuLa and hence I saw him there.

PuLa's works are a gem. A marathi household better not miss reading them. For this one reason-- let our nextgen know marathi. Just to enjoy the timeless pula gems.

In school Marathi textbook, we had a chapter "Phulvedya mai". If I remember correctly, it spoke about a lady who was crazy /mad about flowers. Just like million other PuLa fans, I am crazy about PuLa. Hence a 'PuLa'vedi is appealing to all english speaking marathi households, speak Marathi, just to pass on and enjoy the PuLa legacy. This irrespective of you being a Mumbaikar, Punekar or Nagpurkar or..... Any other 'city'kar

-From a 'PuLa'vedi Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

#PuLa #PuLaFanForever #PuLadeathanniversary

हैप्पी बर्थडे सायली राजाध्यक्ष

सायली राजाध्यक्ष या फूड आणि lifestyle ब्लॉगर  यांना  मी follow  करते. मला त्यांच्या लिखाणातला खरेपणा , स्पष्टपणा आणि अर्थातच महिती  खूप आवडते .त्यांचा आज वाढदिवस आहे . त्याबद्दल एक  कविता

कानडी बोलणाऱ्या राज्यात मराठी ऐकणं तसं  दुर्मिळच
कोणीतरी गप्पा मारायला हवंय मराठीत ही इच्छा  सदैव होती मनात

लोणचं महोत्सवामुळे झाली तुमची ओळख
गप्पा मरायला तुमच्या  ब्लॉगपोस्ट यांची  होती मला  सोबत

कधी रोजच्या स्वयंपाकाबद्दल गप्पा
तर कधी साध्या झटपट पदार्थांबद्दल
कधी स्वयंपाकाचं नियोजन तर कधी स्वयंपाकाचं ललित
या गप्पांमुळे झटपट काही मस्त स्वयंपाक शिकले मी खरा

कधी विस्तृत माहिती असणारी प्रवासवर्णन
कधी देश परदेशी असलेल्या  लेखकांनी लिहिलेले लेख  यांच  संपादन

साड्यांच्या गप्पा जणू आम्हाला एक शॉपिंग मॉल मध्ये नेतात
फॅशन करण्याचे नवे आणि सोपे मार्ग सुचवतात

तुमच्या लिहिण्यातला स्पष्टपणा आणि खरेपणा भावला
जे आहे ते अगदी तसंच  सुंदररित्या मांडण्याचा तुमचा  धाडस भावला

तुमचा ब्लॉग वाचून लिहिण्यास येते स्फूर्ती
रेसिपीस करून पाहिल्या तेव्हा नवऱ्याकडून मिळते शबासकी

तुमचा ब्लॉग वाचून मिळणाऱ्या आनंदाचं कांही मोजमाप नाही
हैप्पी बर्थडे म्हणून तुमच्या  ऋणात मी सदैव रहाणं पसंत करीन

You can read Sayali Rajadhyaksha blog here -https://shecooksathome.com
https://sareesandotherstories.blog

-DHANASHREE

The impossible breakup song

I thought I had broken up
I so thought I would never look back
"Its all in the mind', I said
I will forget I made up my mind instead

It was the one who caused me trouble
Love is blind and I am blowing like a bubble
I need to move on
There are better options to lean on

'From what I was to what I am', S said
It was the root cause that caused this mess
This morning I said
I will breakup and only then go to bed

But it was break time
Its colorful look took over my mind
It was again love at first sight
"Oh God!" Please help me with my plight
To be or not to be
To have or not to have
To breakup or not to breakup
My heart said "No"
Melted at the sight of ice cream in one go

"Stop all that weight loss tamasha", it said
I can't breakup with an ice cream anyways

I thought I had broken up
I so thought I would never look back
But heart took over my head and willpower I lack

I thought I had broken up
I so thought I would never look back
Ae Dil Hain mushkil breakup with ice cream, and willpower I lack

Dedicated to all ice cream lovers and to all those perpetually procrastinating their weight loss plans due to temptations like this..:)

My earlier ice cream poetry here- http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2017/08/ice-cream-love.html?m=1

-Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

The marriage economics

A couple of months back I wrote about my reflections post 5 years of my MBA( http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2018/04/5-saal-baad.html). Incidentally I also completed five years of married life this year. How do I describe my married life in MBA jargon?Can I draw some parallels?

I think when people get married each individual has an expectation from the marriage. In pure economics lets say he/she is looking for some utility from the marriage. Different combinations of things may give him/her the same utility. For example watching movies and helping out in kitchen may have same utility as going on a trip and not helping as much in kitchen. I think the trick lies in understanding the utility expectations and imagining an indifference curve of things that give the same utility to your spouse. If both husband and wife try to understand each others indifference curves and combine it with the budget constraint , they can try to derive the maximum utility. Now maximum utility is not always possible. Hence there is adjustment. Here we think of elasticity. How elastic are you, how willing are you accomodating to change. As I had said previously ,marriage involves to an extent giving up. How much elasticity should you have. There is no number. But you can judge as is mentioned in the book Dear Ijeawele "Because when there is true equality, resentment does not exist"

And yes ultimately , marriage is a teamwork. At its core its a teamwork of two individuals. Its a game of cooperation between two individuals with different preferances. The ideal state is to reach a Nash equilibrium where each one of the husband and wife try to make the best decision possible taking into account the other's decision assuming the other party doesn't change his decision.

P.S. the above post is a microeconomics viewpoint not taking so many examples of how external forces affect. That for sometime later.
This is my last post in the series of consecutive posts for my marriage Anniversary. Will continue writing on this topic again as well, but the consecutive posts end

#weddinganniversary #marriedlife #marriage #marriageeconomics

-Dhanashree