Happy New Year...

So the New Year is right at the door step…Can’t still digest the fact that 2010 is almost done and we are just about to get into another year…2011…what is the year coming with…Loads and loads of Happiness??? Or bunch of Miseries…we never know…as that is life…whatever horoscope or astrology you belive in…how much ever accurate the stars align themselves…still..the Mystery of Tomorrow can never be solved until and unless we live through it…

Every New Year, my only prayer was….Ha…hope the coming year is wonderful…better, much better than the passing year…As we go through the hard times, we feel, haaa, I have never gone thru such pain before…It is the same for happiness too..When we r too happy, we feel we r the most happiest at that moment…but still, we repeat the same thoughts every time such emotions strike us at the extremes…uhmm…

Am I being philosophical….Naaah…As I started typing this post down suddenly I felt sm sort of Uncertainity..about future.. as I type this down, my colleagues who are just behind me are discussing how monotonous life is in here…oh yes, they are talking about the job…As one guy sigh at the fact that “We need some motivation to work…” the other feel high of the Marketing Department who get to see the clients and so on… But what I felt was… That I don’t wanna say that the Grass is Green on the other side…Bcoz I know, the marketing department would be surely finding our department to be a thrilling department due to the security and confidentiality we need to hold while doing our job…uhmm…

Tomorrow is 31st…as for me, I love dancing my night out to welcome the New year…This year, too I would love to go smwhere where I can dance, dance and dance…but then doesn’t feel like leaving my son home and going just with my hubby…and unfortunately this country is not for Family entertainment New Year bashes…you have 101 options for Bachelors, Couples…but not for a full family package…or else, your purse should be really big, that a small hole wouldn’t matter much to u…Gosh, many of them really charge you a fortune for just entering the arena…Anyways, I with my family and two cousins and driving off to a Restaurant for a Buffet Dinner…and the Restaurant owner has promised us a free entry into the dance floor of another Bash for free…hehe!!! But then, will that crowd be good enough for us to enjoy also, is a big question…Anyways…we are all set to experiment ourselves…

And for days after that…I am starting the year with good hope…After years of all sort of freeze in your increments, promotions and bonus, the coming year, I hoping for, if not all, atleast some…hehe!!! There are rumours walking around in the office, that maybe we could expect some good news on those fronts by February-March…Maybe that is the reason why, our performances have been reviewed and an appraisal report has been send already…So hoping for the best…

Before I finish off my blabbering, I wanna share with you a funny New Year party…I had never been to a Disco or Night Clubs before my marriage..too orthodox was my family na…After marriage just once…that was on 31st December 2006, we went to a Disco to celebrate New Year…Lol..I still remember that night… As I left for the party, thinking of the inconvenience a purse could cause…I took nothing with me, apart from my mobile …But then, I did squeeze in one thing into my husband’s pocket…hehe!! Guess what was that…

A Quick Fix-Easy Glue…hehe!! That was a precaution…Was worried, if my Shoes got torn or broken in between the dance…heeh!!! And Guess what…my Sandals never gave me off…but somebody else’s did…As I went into the Toilet just before the clock struck 12…I saw a girl sitting there with her broken sandals…she was upset as she will not be able to dance further…

And then what…within seconds…Madam was there with help..hehe!!…The Easy Glue did come handy, if not for me, atleast for somebody else…Still remember her smile, as I helped her with that surprise…Rest of the night, we danced from two different ends of the dance floor…but occasionally giving each other a smile…lol!!! My hubby who had made fun of me when I took the Glue with me early that night, was surprised too…

As we left the dance floor that night…I had a stranger to say goodbye and show Ta…ta… to me!!! And as I too waved goodbye…She screamed at the top of her voice….Amidst the loud music, I could still hear her…

“Thanks Dear…and Wish you a Happy New Year...”

A Memorable Xmas...

As Xmas is fast approaching and I have no plans for Xmas…other than sit at home and sleep…grrr…I am not sure, if my Xmas was this bland and un happening ever, and never when I was in India…especially, my last Xmas in India before being transplanted from there to this place…Gosh…that was really a Xmas…ok guys, would tell you about that Xmas memory…

I would try to make you guy picturise my house those days…it was in a very narrow lane with almost 20-22 houses…and all the residents inside the lane knew each other so well from years…it was my mom’s ancestral house…and majority of other residents also were living in there for years…This lane had a dead end at one end and the other end opened to a road which was parallel to one of the busiest road in the city…So we were like, inside a calm place in a busy city…

That time, majority of the children in each house was almost aged between the range of 19-28…and somehow, we all had built a bond with occasional celebrations during festivals or the daily even Carroms game at my house’s Car Porch…As I and my cousins used to play daily evening, one by one, these Bhaiyyas and Chotte Bacchas started joining and soon it was like a Games Club daily evening having matches between different groups…It was fun…

Among these residents it was just one family who was a Christian…that year, an idea flew into one of us, to celebrate Xmas in a special way and make them feel special…Now, lemme tell u…among almost 20-25 Boys, I was the only girl who was standing right in the front for any such activities…Rest of the girls in the area acted they were shy or reserved…So, their help was taken only when it was really required…as for me, I was a pre-requisite for the Boys, as they knew, the families would take their ideas seriously only if I was with them..heehe!!!

Thus we planned for our Xmas celebration…First of all, the whole lane was decorated with Colour Papers, Balloons and what not…Right at the mid of the lane in the centre of the road, we hung a hugeeeeeee Star (which Madam myself made with long plywood pieces and strings and colour papers and gum…ohhh…wasn’t I smart….lol!!!) a bulb was inserted into this star and it could be seen even from the road…it was that big and colourful…Now, 10 of the guys also went out and made rounds in the city with one of the guy dressed up as a Santa Claus…and we were well equipped with hi-fi Music system and speakers…lol…a Handcart followed the group with the Music Player and Speakers…it was really a GRAND Santa Group…Anyways, unfortunately, Madam was restricted from going anywhere out of our area…So I sadly had to sit and wait for the guys to return daily night…

Finally the Xmas day…we invited every single residents of the lane…We celebrated the night with lots of songs, games, dance and fun…Ofcourse, don’t forget the tasty cake and the delicious dinner…By the by, the Dinner was sponsored by every single residents…They contributed towards the dinner…and we just fed them…haha!!! But the night turned out to be the most memorable for majority of my neighbours…One member of each house gave a speech on how they felt about the day…and hehe, guess what, Madam was being praised by each of them…I could hear very well the grunting and grouching in the background from the Boys team…I could hear my brother complaining, WE DID EVERYTHING AND SHE GOT THE COMPLIMENTS….hahaah!!! Afterall, Guys, I was the master mind and the organizer and the host (I am sure they would correct it as Ghost)…

Anyways, the Xmas night celebration was a great success…But do u guys know, what made it more memorable for me…hehe!!!

After the celebration, we were all tired..I started a very bad headache…and suddenly it started raining badly…remaining people at my Car Porch was some of the boys and myself…we were all safely inside the roof of the car-porch…and discussing the success of the day…I was sitting on the floor holding on to my breaking head…naturally, my mood was going off and off due to the head ache…at this point, one of the boy, apparently my best friend "A", felt it funny, when he saw me with the headache (I Suppose)…

He took a bottle of Ice water…and started threatening “I will pour it into your head now…”…Somehow, I dint feel it funny…I was a bit pissed off..and started warning him NOT TO…ELSE… he was still joking…and the situation went so worse that to test my patience maybe, he poured the water over my head…and I LOST IT…I just couldn’t control my temper…First thing, I sprung into my legs from the floor…I ran out into the corner of the Garage…there was an old bucket outside, which was dirty enough and had the rain water in it…

I just took it and threw the entire water into his face…he was shocked and more shocked was rest of the boys…Now, Shouldn’t I be stopping it there…NO…I couldn’t, as my anger was not yet reduced…Especially, when I saw him pouncing back to attack me with more water…I could see some of the boys holding him back..and some of them including my brother holding me back…But then, it couldn’t stop me, maybe…I got hold of the Foot Mat that was on the steps near my car porch and threw it at him, as he was not near by to hit him…and then I calmed down…

Haaaaaaa….After that it was utter silence in the group… “A” was shocked, but I think he felt Insulted… He knew, it was not just my mistake…but still..afterall, he was aboy…He left the scene immediately…My brother was asking me in soft voice, “Why u did that much..he was just joking…”… For some reason, I was in no mood to take that joke that day…uhmmm…Slowly, one by one, rest of the boys also dispersed from the scene…None spoke anything…

Uhmm…Pheww…Now that was really a Memorable Xmas, isn’t it….

Merry Christmas to each one of you...

NB: All the boys joined me in the Carroms match even the next day…some spoke about the fight and some dint…Some felt “A” shouldn’t have provoked me especially when I was having a headache…and some felt, I might have over reacted…Uhmm…even I felt so…but the pride dint allow me to admit it…. “A” too was regularly coming over for the matches but we never spoke to each othr for quite some time…We did patch up after few months…uhmmmmmm….Whoever, may forget that night, but neither I nor “A” would ever forget the fight with the Water Splash…hahaha!!!

Mom…That day, you were so mean…

All of a sudden, today I thought of some of the classy incidents of my life…lol…one thing that really sprung up from the memory book was the “First Time I tasted Dad’s Spanking…”… Lol…it is indeed an interesting story…Here it goes like this…

As I have told u before…me and my brother were the best kids in the world, when dad was around..and we knew about some Untold Rules that dad wouldn’t like us to break…

1. Never call him from behind when he is going out…
2. When he is at home, NO CRYING or SHOUTING or FIGHTING…atleast he doesn’t wanna hear it…
3. Absolute NO for any of this IF he is all set to go for WORK…
4. No standing with a broom when he is off to anywhere…

So what ever we had to do against the above list...DO IT IN SILENCE....lol!!! And many such rules…majority of them were formed in him due to Superstitious beliefs…ofcourse, now ,after years…he is out of all that….but then, those days, he was too much into all that…and little could any of us even think of what could happen to us, if we broke his limits…lol!!!

So I was 11 or 12 years then…thankfully, unlike my brother, I never gave a reason for Dad to practice his Spanking skills on me..atleast till that day…lol!!!

So…it so happened that the day before…I had a Dentist appointment…and the Dentist didn’t like the look of one of my tooth to my right side…He was pretty sure that keeping my tooth for himself would be a better idea than keeping it with me within in my mouth…So the Cruel Dentist pulled out my sweet little tooth and that reduced me and that left with a numb feeling mixed with variant types of other emotions…The prick of Anaestasia did pain…but then there was some sort of an ache which was just on the way to transform itself into pain…for that moment, pain was not the issue…

But by evening, pain started walking in slowly, from a corner of my mouth to my ears, to my head and so on…the big bunch of cotton still sat there, exactly where the doctor had kept it…I still couldn’t feel my cheeks much and I felt there was a big swelling in there…very often, I looked at myself on the mirror to see, if in real my cheek has grown any size bigger than normal…uhmm…not much…just a bump due the cotton ball…

As the ache turned to pain, I bit hard into the cotton ball trying in vain to control the pain…uhm…its didn’t help much, but still, it was a relief…through the whole night, I was continuously biting against the cotton ball…which I had replaced with a fresh set…I knew, tomorrow, the day would be better with a painless mouth cavity and ache-less head…Little did I know…

The alarm rang the next day…I jumped out of my bed and I knew it…the numbness was gone…the swelling was gone…butttttttttt….WHAT THE HELL…my whole mouth was having a tangy pain…as if a pinch of salt on a fresh wound…grrr…I placed myself in front of the mirror again and inspected my mouth….Gosh…what did I dooooooooooooooo….the right side of my tongue was almost red with wounds…with pieces of flesh cut into pieces here and there…the bleeding had stopped some time in the night I suppose…but the pain had started once the sedatives and Anastasia left me….

So…it so happened that, it was in real my very own Tongue that I was biting hard the whole night…I was assuming it to be the cotton ball…due the numb feeling, I couldn’t even realize it wasn’t the damn cotton but my tongue that I was crunching off like a cow chewing its grass…which left me with bruises all over my tongue…

Now, the real story happened after this…to let u people know…I was slim like a pencil and could easily be used for a measuring scale…My mom very regularly got a good dose of advices from relatives for not taking care of me…She was often blamed for me not putting on some flesh into my thin body…Naturally, mom was upset..and just the previous day, my aunt had showered a good amount of advice on the importance of breakfast and milk and so on…

So, that destined day…Mom was adamant…she was adamant that she would make me eat the breakfast…and that too CHAPPATHI and CHICKEN CURRY…to add it up…the chicken curry was spicyyyyyyyyyy… I couldn’t even imagine putting anything spicy into my mouth…let alone chew it…I protested… “NO…I DON’T WANT BREAKFAST….”…Think mom was more serious in what she said…She started shouting at me for not having food properly and growing thin and so on…and to my bad luck…that was exactly when my dad was coming down the stairs all set to go to his office…grrr…

Dad, did hear the commotion…and he was damn upset…and due his anger, he shouted at me… “EAT THE FOOD…NOW” ..I was shocked…and was shivering…I sat in front of that Chappathi and took it to my mouth…the first strip…and the first tear from my eye fell into the chappathi…and what I heard next was not less than any roaring from any lion…I heard my dad saying… “What are u crying for…did your father die…” and then what happened was something like in one of those Sci-fi movie…I was running around the dining table and dad behind me spanking me hither and thither…I could hear nothing that he was screaming..nor could I understand what mom was telling while pulling him back… He acted as if he has lost it…and I ran as if my life depended on that…

This ‘run and chase’ continued for almost 5-6 minutes, if not more…but suddenly he stopped as he hit his hand against one of the chair and think he sprained his finger…I was pushed into one of the bedroom by my mom…and I could hear dad shouting at my mom too, for creating a scene when he was going out…and then heard his car leaving the car porch and out into the road…

I was in my bed…crying, sobbing…I was still in my uniform…uhmm…so today NO SCHOOL…afterall, that is what happened when my brother got his spanking..he was not allowed to go to school…I slowly removed my Tie…and that is when mom came into the room… “What are you doing…Go to School…”…she screamed… "No, Why…I don’t wanna go to school..after all, bro was also not allowed to go to school the other day…I am also not going..”…to my horror…Mom replied… “No…you ARE going to the school…get dressed and come out in 5 minutes…”…

Now…even today, I try to understand or realise…what was it that actually hurted me that day…Was it my torn tongue…or my Dad’s spanking…or Was it my Mom’s insensitiveness in forcing me to go to school even when I was expecting some sympathy for the show-down…

What do you think, guys…Wasn’t it mean…after all, I needed to be at home and mom should have let me spend the day crying and feeling bad for what happened….Uhmm…

“Mommmm…That day, you were so mean…”

The Old Resolution in a New Bottle…

So, December is here….ALREADY!!! I am surprised…and shocked…and above that I feel guilty and ashamed of myself…Its going to be one whole year soon, when I made that resolution inside me that I really wanted to follow….and DID I do any justice to that…NO…that proves how bad am I at following a timetabled life…uhmm..Its been always so…whenever I made prior plans and decisions to do anything..be it anything…I could write it down then and there that nothing would happen anything like I had wanted it to happen…great na…

Ok, now last year around same time…I was almost over with most of the financial liabilities I had taken up into my head for the sake of others…Ok, now that is a big story, which is not worthwhile discussing now…Anyways, for ur understanding…I had taken it as my duty or responsibility to clear up so many financial liabilities that some closed ones had made due to their stupidity… I was sort of a guarantee for others to squeeze the money out…if the real person couldn’t pay back, catch hold of the sacrificial cow…I was in somewhat similar situation till then…last December, I was finally off all such stuff…Now all that I owed was to the dear Bank where my salary went every month… So, I dint have much to think about…As soon as the salary reached them, they took a fair share out of it….

Somewhere till 2013, I was thus related to the bank…closely and lovingly…I dint mind…as long as I had a job, I was fine…but I had a very big dream of myself…like any other NRIs…I too dreamt of the same common dream…a Home…a house to call “My Home…”… Relatives back home, very often blamed me that I was too stupid that I didn’t invest into that dream much before…even if they knew WHY DIDN’T I…still, every time they spoke to me on phone or met me back home…their repetitive advice was… “Why don’t you get yourself an apartment atleast now…”…

Anyways, last year, same time…I planned or decided…from next month…I would deposit XXXXX every month…may whatever happen…I WOULD DEPOSIT that amount…and then also calculated the extra amount that I would be getting as part of ticket allowance and so on…I was sure, I would make it to reach the decent amount of X,00,000.00 by end of the year…that is NOW…which was good enough for me to pay the initial amount for a good apartment/villa back home…It was all well planned and fixed…I told none about my plan…

January came…we had to shift…grrrrrr…First month budget went overboard…(U can click on the link to read what happened then...) which took 2 months to get back to normal…03rd month was annual festival time for temple back home…the amount went out as charity and for temple offerings…and then the 4th month I transferred the first set of planned amount…and the 5th month, we had visitors from back home…which again jeopardized my budget..uhmm…Good going…06th month salary helped me to rectify the budget back to normal….

07th month, I got the expected extra amount of ticket allowance…I had to send the amount…but not for my dream…but, I was travelling the next month…so naturally I needed money back home...plus had a big list of shopping for your loved ones back home…08th month I was back home, spending the amount I send earlier…plus adding up my credit card and reducing my account balance…great…I was back in the 09th month…Now was my time to start repaying my installments for the Credit Card…

10th month…two different friends asked for loan..uhm…couldn’t say NO…afterall, I too have gone thru that…so No deposit for My Home Project….grrr…11th month the exchange rate became sooo dull that I didn’t even feel like transferring any money…uhmmm…to add up the New Specialist for my Son’s allergy took up quite a big amount…Gosh…waiting for the Insurance guys to return me my money….and now I am here…it’s the 12th month…

All I am left with is a very meagre bank balance here and a still smaller one back home…I am happy that, atleast due some instinct I have been depositing money for my son…I could never even think of touching them or shall never would…If not for that…Now, I would have felt more depressed and stupid than anything...Uh??? “My Home” project again came to a halt…grrr….

But hey….I really doesn’t want to remember the hefty reasons to spend money next year…Afterall, quite a few marriages are on the way…nothing can replace money when it comes to giving gifts to closed ones…As of now there is one marriage in April of my first cousin and two more to follow…including my own brother and another cousin…Gifts, Clothes, Accessories and don’t forget the Air Ticket rates…Lol…and that means…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Anyways…Past is Past….I don’t wanna cry over the Spilt Milk now…Future Is Future…I will forget my past and face the future as it comes…As of now…I wanna welcome the coming year…After all, here is a new year coming right in front of me in a few more days…all Fresh and New…I have decided to revive and renew my Project…I want to change my belief that IF I PLAN, IT WOULDN’T HAPPEN…I want to tell you all next year same time, that, I DID IT… I have indeed fulfilled my dream…I did indeed stick to my resolution…Hurray….three cheers to me…and wish me luck, guys…

I am ready for the New year…hehe!!! Ofcourse, much in advance with my New Year Resolution…

The Old Resolution in a New Bottle…

NB: I have linked some of my old posts with this post just for flash back...heheh!!! You can click on the blue words if you wanna read them...Another warning is that seeing the above pic, don't imagine that is me...I look nowhere near her...hehe!!! But then, what she said wouldn't suit anyone else better..."Screw that, I am moving forward..."

Will I ever change...???

Last Part...

Now, we were in constant touch…but would some people never learn…getting into the wrong relations at the wrong time…especially when somebody warns you not to, still if u r all set to fall into the wrong things…NOW, if she fell into wrong things was not my problem, I could take it so…But then, I wouldn’t be happy so …I HAD to take one extra tension into my head, right??? So, did I? and where did that take me to…Turned me into somebody who doesn’t want to let her friend off and is trying to dominate her life..greattttttt!!!

It so happened, a guy suddenly came out of no where in her life…She was keeping me updated…I was happy that somebody was there around her to love her…But apart from that, from what ever she told me about him…I was not convinced that he was good enough for her…I knew from his mannerisms that he was no lesser than a Psycho…Experience told me atleast that much…I warned her…I told her how this relation could turn to…and how ugly things can be..and how difficult it would be for her later…Her only Counter Attack was.. “Doesn’t I deserve some love in my life…”…I tried making her understand, “Love can be treacherous at times and this time it would turn dangerous for you…”

She stopped telling me things…rather HE made her stop…When I asked her to tell him to meet/talk to me…he said NO…Strangely, he stayed a stranger…Soon, I came to know, she started a Live-in relation with him… I was worried, as she was with someone who I know nothing much apart from what she had told me…Now, soon after this..he started restricting her from talking to me or my family… She had to do that secretly…How strange…I stopped interfering…If that gave her happiness, let her be…

But…my premonitions were never wrong…soon she came back…badly scared and depressed…Her life was HELL…rather he was making it HELL…by being too interfering, possessive and above all Suspicious…She was not even allowed to wear a Lipstick…She was not allowed to talk to anybody…Fight was a common thing in her household…when she spoke to me about the truth of her LOVE life..i wasnt surprised...everything that I warned her about was happening in her real life...She openly told me... "when u told me tht u could get scared of ur own love, I used to think...why she is saying so...if we love someone, how can we hate that love...but now I realise how that could happen..." ...I felt pity on her...as I know what she would be going through...

Finally, I interfered into her life again...I spoke to that guy...he was as expected so good at drama...keeping a good face mask, he acted innocent...tried turning me against her...I knew some things that he said was true...as I was sure, knwoing her, she might have used them to gain more love from him...I couldn't blame her now...That wasn't me...I stood by her...tried compromised, which I very well knew, wouldn't stay long...as expected soon, she had to fled from that house even without his knowledge...there was big show downs with that too...I had to support her...physically, mentally and financially too...as he had really disrupted her financial side too...

Ok, nowwwwwwwww...why have I been telling her story...bcoz, again after all the above, she has hurt me slightly...maybe not knowingly...but still..I am tooo sensitive about relations...so I got hurt...and that is how I started writing about her days before as Part 1...Now it is my turn...you would call me SILLY, STUPID...

Its so happened, I had invited her for my son's b'day party...knowing her situations, I even arranged for her transportation...and it so happened, she mentioned to another friend, a common friend, that She might not be attending the function, But then not to tell that to me...The common friend immediately informed her, that she would be letting me know, as the party needs planning and calculation...and she is not going, do let me know...So the day before the party, I called her up and asked her, if she is not coming or what...I told her, that if she is stuck at work or something, its fine, but pls do let me know,..Her reply did startle me a bit... "oh, actually, somebody has invited me for Diwali...I have to go there and then I will see, if I can come..."... I was a bit irritated, true... I told her, "Ok, fine, if u r not coming...do let me know...I have to cancel that transportation..."...she said ok...

As expected, I knew her well...she didnt come, neither she called...Neither she had the manners to call me up later some day and apologies or atleast have a general friendly talk...to make up for her absence...That did make me feel bad...but what hurt me more was... Days later, one day, she is calling my husband...and... "Hai, where is she...she should be angry with me...right??? I am at the airport now...I am travelling as my father is not feeling well...Please let her know also...bye.."

Now, this hurt me...her family was so close to me also... if her family is suffering, I expect her to atleast let me know that...what ever excuses she might give, I don't feel, that was right that she calling my husband just before boarding her flight and telling him to inform me... If it was me in her position, I would never do that...Being all alone, in this country with no relatives or family...I would have informed that one person, who was responsible for me in this place...and yes, I was responsible for her here, atleast I was answerable to her family...It was me, who they used to call, whenever they felt worried for her...SHE COULD HAVE TOLD ME....

Once she was back, She called up my husband and informed him that her father is OK...it's been days after that also...till date, she has never called me...even for a friendly talk or to let me know of her father...It seems she told my husband that she knows that I might be still angry with her...and my husband did ask her if what she did was right...She laughed to that...uhmm...

I don't know...but somehow, suddenly I see that girl in the College room...sitting with her new found friend...giving glances at me and laughing...and I hate that...But at the same time, I can't hate her or anybody in that case...Once, I have had a soft corner for anybody, how much ever they hurt me, I can't hate them...I might be wrong...and I have learnt my lesson, but I could never put that into practice in my own life...I do preach on that to everybody...but in my own life, I still get hurt by people who I love and give my life for...and still I am around them when ever they need me...I could never change myself in that one aspect of my nature...my behaviour...my life...

Should I change...?Will I ever change...???

Could I keep her safe always...???

PART III - Continuation...

Now…time flew like anything…I found new friends…new interests… new life and a job in the new place…Everything was new..except for one friend, who soon got married and came to the same city I was in……

The Irony is...This was one girl, who was a good friend but never the best friend…We did our computer course together and she was always in love with her Now-Husband…so I kept a distance from her, thinking, she would need some privacy while talking or chatting with her boy friend then…She used to feel bad about that…but I had my own reasons…But today, she’s the only friend who I have from back home, who really took that interest to keep in touch and maintain that close relation she always had towards me…Today, she’s indeed my best friend…as she was there around me in times of need…uhmm…

Ok..lets get back to my story…

Three years passed…One fine Sunday, I was rushed in the first flight from here to my native place, due a medical emergency…..when I was rushed, the doctors didn’t know that it was really an emergency…They just knew, there was a cyst that need to be removed…but in real, there were 2-3 cysts and out of that one had already freed the fluid from its diameter… A Cyst broke around my Uterus and the blood had spread into all the organs…Lol…Anyways…the surgery was done..

A few days later…God knows for what reason…suddenly, my old friend’s face came to my thoughts…Without any particular reason, I tried contacting her old number…It was Out of Order…I started calling many of my other class mates…None knew anything about her…Infact, she just disappeared into thin air after the Graduation…None was even sure, whether she passed her Graduation…Finally, a few days before my return flight, I got thru to her…

She was surprised...and for a change I felt relief in her voice…I couldn’t get why…She said..she really wanna see me..Now, I was surprised…Still, I told her, that I still stayed at the same place where she used to frequent on a daily basis years back..and my home number hasn’t changed… (lol, that was a poke…)

We met…a day before my return flight…She told me what happened to her after we bid goodbye…Her so called friend, ditched her…and she was left alone…Her parents, forced her to get married…but the marriage was a failure within 3 months…but by then, she was pregnant…and now she was back at her marital house as a burden to her family with her 2 year old son…She cried and explained how hard it was to live so in such a conservative society… I was hurt…I wished if I could help her…I promised her help…She said she didn’t come for help..just wanted to see me..and was happy tht she could talk to me…uhmm…

Months later, I got married…She came to meet me before the marriage..and I again promised her my help…this time, she wanted a way to escape the hell there… I knew, financially I could be of NO help..as even myself was having bad times then…but then, I promised her that I would try with all my friends to get a Visa for her so that she can come over and try for a job and start a new life…I told her that, she can stay at my place as long as she want and can settle herself…

Within 3 months, she flew to me…my relatives were all against my decision to bring her and keep her with me…Typical Conservative family…Their thinking was that I was just married and how can I keep another young girl at my place…during my honeymoon days…I didn’t get into an argument nor did I listen to them…I brought her…Took her around..Paid for her clothe, food, transportation and everything..as she came over with not a single penny…She had none…

Luck helped her, this time..She got a job…and soon her company gave her the visa…She shifted to a Sharing accommodation…She thanked me and openly agreed to all her mistakes she committed due misunderstandings…She admitted that whatever she did was purposefully to hurt me…and that now she realize how wrong she was…I was happy, tht she was atleast off frm her problems…We kept in regular touch so that I advised her of all possible dangers in this stranger’s land…She knew none and dangers were same for woman all around the world…I was like a Mamma Bear trying to protect her from any problems…as I felt, she was my responsibility…After all that she had gone thru in her life, I didn’t wanted her to fall into any trap…Afterall, I was answerable to her parents and little son too…
But…

To be continued…

She couldn't stop being so, I suppose...

Part II - Continuation...

So…now where did we stop…I literally started keeping myself off from her…as every time I w as anywhere around her, she didn’t leave a chance to hurt my feelings…as she knew me the most and so she knew what could prick me…and she did exactly that…

Time passed by…It was time for our Final year Excursion…I was never allowed to go for an excursion…my parents were terrified of all those news we hear of accidents and death during such trips or excursions…But somehow, this time, my parents nodded YES…and we planned for a 3 days trip to one of the Hill Station…to a neighboring state…It was a nice and great news for me…but…this time it was not so good, as my friend was no more my friend and I knew, I might feel lonely in such trips…knowing myself well…

Then I came to know, she was not coming…reason being financial. It seems her mother didn’t wanted to spend not so big amount for a mere excursion…I felt bad…When rest of us go, if only she is not coming, I thought of the pain she might have…I keeping off the things that happened in the past, I went and met her at the place where she used to do her Computer course… I promised her, that I shall find the money to pay for her too and she just come…I spoke to her mother and my parents too… It was not that I was rich that I could pay…but then, I managed to get the amount somehow…for me and her and we were all set to go…

On the day of the trip..she was supposed to join us from near her house and we all got into the bus from the College (Starting point)…Knowing, she loved fried rice, I packed a big pack of fried rice and other stuff for myself, her and even for her NEW FOUND friend…I was happy…we started …. I still remember, I was dancing thru out till I reached her place…I was screaming and singing along with everybody with joy and fun…As she entered, we sang a welcome song..to make her cheerful…

I knew, she is my old friend now…But what happened was shocking…She just entered the bus, spoke and smiled at evrybdy and found her seat near her FRIEND and continued what she was doing a few days back…I was shocked…

Not only me, rest of the girls in the bus too noticed, how meanly she behaved…some of them, called me to their seat and started talking and trying to change my mood…I realized, how all my other classmates cared for me…they all knew, I was not so bad to deserve all that…

What happened during those three days was unexplainable..I was with her…but I could feel I was alone…She came to me, evry time she wanted money..or wanted to buy something..the moment she go what she wanted, she would leave… I finally, took over myself…I decided to ignore wht she was doing to me…Instead, I mingled with evrybdy and enjoyed the rest of the trip…Don’t know what, but the other girls liked my company and followed me evryhwere…

With that trip, I completely cut myself off from her…When our exams got over, she came over to me with a Slam Book, where we write about ourself ..a modern version of an Autograph book… I dint hide my emotions…I bluntly wrote on it “Never hurt anybody the way u did to me..and never term Utilisation as Friendship..” …lol…I am really meannnnn…After reading that, she told me…jokingly and sarcastically… “My god, I can never show this book to anyone now…” ...Neither of us had any regret in what happened...uhm...

After that, our graduation results came out..I passed as a University Topper with a Rank…and knew she failed in some papers… Within a month I was travelling to join my dad here…Before leaving, I met her to say Goodbye…and that was the last I saw her…

Until almost 3 years later…

To be continued…

Why was she doing this to me...

Part I

Ok…now, friends…I am a bit hurt…Is that silly of me to get hurt…I don’t know…Can I avoid getting hurt???No…I would be the first person to look around for reasons to get hurt…especially if it’s the matter of any relation…then look for me, I would be right there…Some INTELLIGENT people advised me…Never expect anything in return…Then you wouldn’t get hurt…it was true…I too always advise many around me the same thing…but could I ever practice it in my own life??? Never… somehow, I couldn’t…

When I say expect…I am not expecting any physical goods or stuff…just the affection and support…For all that I do for someone, the least I expect would be that they be truly there with me…for me…but somehow, thru out my life, I have seen 99% of people, who were considered by me as friends or family… who needed me during their times of need and then just left me once they got what they wanted….Now what I am going to say, is a childish one..but still it hurts…

It was during my graduation days, that I became friends with R…I have mentioned her in one f my earlier posts…Anyways…she was very chirpy, but gets too sentimental at the most unexpected instances and still she was fine…she and I was jokingly called as Honey and Milk..as we were together most of the time…From morning till evening, when we leave to our respective home…

She stayed quite far from city…So I used to pick her from the Main Bus Station and then we both crossed the 30mts drive to our college together in my 2 wheeler…it was fun..as our college was a bit far from the city…It was a routine…we both going together to college, staying whole day together and then dropping her back at the Bus station…

One day, there was some serious issue at my house..a very serious family issue…everybody at home were stressed and upset…I knew, it was not proper for me to go to college that day…I called her home, and told her that I wouldn’t be coming to college…She asked for the reason…I couldn’t say anything as my mom was nearby…and I felt it was not proper talking about the issue on phone…Anyways…she just disconnected the call…Even I was in a hurry, so I didn’t notice any problem in that…

Next day, we were having a special class from a Guest Lecture and had to be at the college on time..she knew it…So I waited for her at the Bus Station…almost till 9.30am, I waited…looking thru every single bus…During those days, mobile phone was not common…So finally by 9.30 I got into one of the Telephone booth and called her home… only to know that she left for college early that day…and they were worried asking me, if I didn’t meet her…I too was worried..not knowing what happened to her…I knew, I am already late for my special class…I roamed around a bit more and then rushed to college…Just wanted to be sure, she wasn’t there…

How, I drove that day…even I don’t know…finally, I parked the scooter and rushed to my classroom…and my teacher who saw that I was almost 45 minutes late…gave me an angry glare as if saying.. “I will see you after the class…”… I ignored that and entered the classroom…and there she is…right near a common friend, who she used to always deplore…I was surprised and shocked too…I was waiting for the class to get over…

Finally, the class got over…I saw her walking out with the other friend…I wondered why she was behaving so…and followed her out…I saw her sitting outside with some friends in the corridor…I went towards her…by then, I was angry and upset…. I started talking… “Hey R, If u were not coming, u could have atleast let me know…I wouldn’t…”… before I could complete my sentence, she blurted out… “I DON’T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOU…”

This shocked me and hurt me…I dint know, why she behaved so…nor could I find a reason…suddenly I felt so lonely…bcoz, all this while, even though I was friends with everybody in the class…emotionally I was attached to only her…and when such a reaction came from her…I was stressed…

Our routine broke…I went alone to college…sat with rest of the class mates…while she roamed around with the other friend…I was wondering, how could she, as I knew, how much she used to mock that girl…How badly she used to hate that girl’s character and behavior…and now, she is walking around with the same girl…to hurt me more (atleast that's what I felt and that was what she was doing...), she laughed and giggled every time she saw me, giving me occasional stares and looks…I didn’t know, what is happening with her and why was she doing this to me…

To be continued…

A Sentimental Idiot...

Listening to songs was always a favourite pastime for me…But the problem with me is that I listen to the same song again and again and again… This could end me up in a change of mood…which could be either a Happy or Sad…Sentimental or Cheerful…Emotional or Playful…I have my own set of songs loaded into my mobile which I listen to very often..and somehow, my list doesn’t grow that fast…it is very difficult for any song to enter into my mobile…as I am too much engrossed in my own list…that I doesn’t even listen to another song to like it or not like it…

I had a friend years back, who had once gifted me a cassette recorded with the same song…When my brother unknowingly played the cassette in the player, it started playing the song…it got over and as he waited for the next song, again he heard the same song…again and again he was hearing the same song…at one point he doubted, maybe I was rewinding the cassette…so angrily he fast forwarded the cassette and played it again…to hear the same old song…lol!!! He used to call me Crazy then, for listening so passionately to that cassette…

Now, how I like a song totally depended on its lyrics…if the lyrics were beautiful, then I would love the song… That was the reason why I was so emotionally attached to my songs…As for each song in my list, I had some memory or thoughts or people attached to it…some where happy thoughts and some painful thoughts…so, my mood would end up in a pool of changes as per the songs I hear…

Okkkk..now, all that introduction for nothing??? Naaa…actually, now I am in a whirlpool of mood fluctuation…. I have been listening to some songs…and most of the songs somehow depicted the need for support, love and care… to the three songs that I was listening, I had three different memories….So when I was listening to them, my thoughts flew back to the past…and those faces that was inside my heart came up…

I just felt like telling this out…That, I am a Sentimental Idiot..now…I don’t wanna sing the song out to you guys…but I wanna give a word by word translation of some of the lines of the song that I am listening to right now…These are the lines that keep me close to this song….

When words get spoiled….when a problem arises…
Please stand by me…oh my love…
Apart from you…There is nobody…nor was there anybody…in my life
Please stand by me…oh my love…

Till the moment the Moon gives the light, everybody giv u company..
But please, you don’t leave my hand when it is dark…

U have to belive me…we have met somewhere before..
This is a matter of eras…and its not just today’s story…

So…now this song is supposed to be a romantic song…But somehow, this was the song that I used to always listen to and sing when I was pregnant…I used to keep my hands on my protruding tummy and sing to my baby this song… It was like, I was telling this to him…To be my support some day…to stand by me…Washing off the romanticism in the song, I found the song to be a mother’s plea to her son…

You might think I am a fool for doing that…but, friends, just go thru the above lines…Can’t a mother say the some words to her children…Can’t this be a prayer from an insecure mother to her son… Atleast for me, I felt so… During my pregnancy, I was really insecure…about everything…I feared anything and everything…even the safety of my baby…That’s how I ended up getting attached to this song…A Song for me and my baby…

Now you tell me…Am I really one…???

A Sentimental Idiot???

Happy Diwali

Diwali aka Deepavali was one of those festival that we, as kids, looked forward for every year... The amount of money that got burnt off in the form of fireworks excited us so much...Even while enjoying burning our fireworks, our eyes and ears used to be at the neighbour's house to see, if ours or theirs were better...There were times when we used to hide majority of our fireworks, just to use them later...once the neighbours were done with their stock...We loved showing off...lol!!!

To say stories of Deepavali would be a whole lot...still would love to share atleast one or two of them...

STORY 1

I had this Over confidence in myself that I was toooo brave and strong…and fearless…I always made sure that I gave a similar portrait of myself to people around me… for the same reason and maybe for a bit of show off, I always used to be the first one to lit the fireworks, especially the bombs and the different types of crackers…

During one such occasion, some 12-14 years back…I was at my door step…along with some of my neighbours enjoying the Diwali eve by burning off loads of crackers and fire works…Among the different crackers, there was this small cigarette shaped cracker… the cracker being really small in size but at the same time very powerful had to be handled very carefully….

I being the stupid SHOW OFF Heroine…took some of them…placed my ass near a lit candle on one of the steps at our front porch and started lighting the cracker and throwing it away as soon as I saw the first spark in the stub…The thing was so quick that, as soon as I throw it, the thing would explode in mid air…my younger cousins awed at me in admiration…and I felt proud…I was acting really smart and kept on throwing the lit crackers into the air and enjoyed the fun of it…

But as the saying goes “Pride comes before a fall…”… I took one of the piece and lit it on the candle light…and just as I was to throw it, suddenly I had this strange feeling, that the stub has not caught fire…to examine it on a close view I was just bringing it closer to me…and BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM….. for some moment, I could feel nothing…I thought I had no hand or ears….I thought my face had flown off from me…but soon, I understood my ears were still working normal…only thing, I hated knowing that…bcoz, all I could hear was all my spectators laughing and making fun of me…As I sat there with a blank expression, one hand up as if holding a rose…

And I still wonder, how I escaped such a fatal accident without even a scratch…Forget the Vibration inside my ears for days….

STORY 2

As I said before…we as kids always wanted to show our neigbours that we had more crackers with us...When we were some 10 year old…we made an alliance with two of my neighboring friends… we decided to share all our crackers and burn them together so that we had the most when compared to many other houses around us…

That specific year, somehow, my dad was tooooo generous or was it he got it on a Discount, god knows….we got a real big treasure full of crackers…all sort of crackers filled the front porch of our house that night…along with my neighbors, we started burning them one by one…But then, Anything if too much gets stale…after hours, we started getting bored and wished the stock was over…we just wanted to get back home and give our eyes and ears some rest…

As we learnt that every body in the team had the same mind, we came upon an agreement…we got hold of a big aluminium pot…emptied all the crackers into the pot and loosely closed it’s mouth…and then dropped in a spark into it…what we were expecting was some Boooom, Baaams and Dooooms and finished….

But what happened was horrifying…the aluminium vessel started jumping and flying all around the pouch…with every single cracker bursting inside….to make matter worse, it hit the Iron gate with a bang and then jumped up and hit the glass window of the house (not to mention, it shattered into pieces…) and around and around it went…it even banged against my brother’s cycle parked in the garage…(Thank god, my dad’s car was not there then…)

Don’t mention about the clothes that caught fire from the rockets that escaped thru the lid of the Pot…haaaaaaaa…U can imagine the expression of the kids, including me…my mom had the shock of her life when she heard our screams and the glass window shattering…Anyways, one of the boy, who was elder to all of us suddenly came back to his sense and switched on the Water pump and ran behind the moving pot and washed the fire off…Anyways, it couldn’t save much of the cleaning clothes that was hanging in the Clothe Liner….nor did we were spared from the still louder EXPLOSIONS from our parents the remaining nights….

Anyways, today I miss all those days…and I feel bad for my son who could not enjoy days that we had enjoyed years back…Hoping to be back home atleast next year to show my son what is the real…

Happy Diwali…

A Mental Strike...

A Mental Strike…that’s what I have named it…a state of mind, where nothing seems right and u feel blank…not able to think or decide properly…U r confused…and the thing makes u feel worse when u realize, u doesn’t even have a REASON for the confusion that is in ur mind…U can’t analyse WHY u are feeling low at that moment…. Every single person do get such attacks once a while…its just that, we never realize that is what it is…My mind do take me thru such Mental Strikes often and I keep wondering, WHY ME and WHAT is Wrong with me… I very well know I would never get an answer how much ever I try to solve the confusion…

But the worst is the situation when such a State of Mind is being faced by a very innocent sweet person…and today…I had to handle such a situation…Its not a good news…and tears filled my eyes even while I talked to that person…the person here is a very close relative of mine…She is my cousin M…

M is a mother of two kids…a son who is 12 years and a daughter who is 9…she has a very loving husband who could be considered a perfect match if their characters are compared….Both of them are Village born and grown…Down to earth nature with a soft heart…always holding a similar gentle smile…I have never seen either of them talking loudly or laughing aloud…They were a sweet couple..and always came and went from a scene without much pomp or show…Being very close relative, we knew them well…and compared to many other such close relatives, I knew well that these people never would do any harm… As the saying says…Neither for good nor for bad…

Now, maybe it was this soft heart that made her go through this Mental Strike…reason is unknown…but she had similar attacks twice before, but this is the first time, I witnessed the situation…

Yesterday late night, my mom who was still back home, called me and told me that M is having the similar mental issue as she had had a few years back…and her parents are really worried as they are back home…I, immediately called her home…Her husband picked up the phone and I could sense panic….he cut the call saying he will talk next day.. I called again just to make sure there was no serious issues and if he wanted me to go to their place then…His answer didn’t help much..he said.. “NO NO…I will call tomorrow…”

Next day early morning I called him…spoke to him..he was worried…the previous night, I had called when he was frantically trying to put his wife to sleep… This time, her issue was… “She was suspicious of everything around her… When somebody says ANYTHING in any TV programme, she feel they were talking about her…when her husband is on the phone, she feel there is some conspiracy going on against her…she was doubting that some TV channel has implanted secret cameras all around her…and so on…”

I rushed to her place by 10am…She seemed normal…I asked her, hows she..and she just bursted into crying…I couldn’t help myself frm crying…grrr…What continued was a series of her own complaints about herself…

“I am bad, isn’t it???”
“I am cruel, isn’t it?”
“I know, the food I cook is not tasty.”
“See, they are talking about me on the TV”
“I am a liar…”
“Ask my husband to divorce me”

And thus she went on saying things that had no connection…Her doctor had advised that she should be taken back home ASAP…and her husband wanted one of us to accompany her…He couldn’t go with her, bcoz again she was feeling that He is trying to take her with him to leave her…and she wouldn’t let anybdy take her anywhere….

After much coaxing and using so much of emotional blackmails, she agreed to cm with me to my house…we made her belive that my brother was flying home for a friend’s marriage and she should also go with him and take a second opinion from the doctor there…She was not ready to go..as she repeatedly said… “I have no disease, then why should I go…”

Anyways, she flew…and is now with her parents…Please pray for her…and her family…

It left me wondering and thanking God for giving me such a strong heart and will power…Else with all the problems I had faced in my life, I would have long back ended up at some asylum…uhmm…

As for her…she was too soft hearted and too much an innocent soul, that she couldn’t fight against what her mind did to her…Why couldn't she realise that, afterall, it was just…

A Mental Strike…

Happy to you...

Three years…three long years that went off before I could even blink my eyes a second time…I feel so…yeah…this day three years back had changed me…had changed my identity… my looks…my behavior…my outlook on life…my love…my feelings … in a way my whole LIFE…yeah, bcoz today three years back at exactly 10hours 25 minutes and 52 seconds, I saw him for the first time in my life…yeah, I saw my Love in front of me…my reason to live…my hopes…my happiness…my anxieties…my fears…all shaped as my LIFE…my Son…my dear son…

I still remember…the day when I unbelievingly stared at the pregnancy kit…I was ready for my baby... but when I saw it was going to be real..I couldn’t believe…I kept on staring at the kit…I had no words…I just mumbled…Is it true…I could hear gasps from my mom and hubby…couldn’t read expression on my husband’s face…he never changes, I suppose…but Mom…yes, she was happy..above the world…I immediately went into the bathroom to take a shower…The secret mission was to touch my baby…a gentle touch and I asked “Are you there…?”…

Seconds passed as minutes and minutes as hours and days and months…One thing I would always say is during those months of my trimesters my baby never gave me any trouble..Not much morning sickness…I, who was always sick with allergy and nose block never had a single sneeze or cold those months…I came to work from Day 1 till the D Day -1…yeah…I worked till 25th evening...As per intial findings, he was due by November 12th which changed to November 05th and then by October 15th, the doctors said… “Hey your baby is all set to come any moment…if you want him now, you can have him…hes quite a big baby and fully developed and ready for this world…” …

Lol, like me…he too didn’t wanted to turn upside down inside me..maybe he preferred stepping his legs first into this earth…So it was confirmed, I would have to have a C-section… Only the day had to be decided…

On 25th evening, at almost 3 O Clock…my gynaec called me on phone… “Hey dear…your reports are ready…Think we can do it tomorrow…and even the Anesthetist is available tomorrow…Go to the hospital before 10 in the night and get admitted… I will see u in the morning…”… I was like Wow…but when I called my mom to pass her the news…she was shivering…lol!!! She was not ready, I suppose…after all those 9 months???hahaha!!! Anyways, I said a bye to all at office…My Boss was shocked when I told him I need to leave 1 hour early…He thought I was into some labour pain…I told him not to worry and shall inform him the good news as soon my baby comes into my hand…

Guess, where did I go straight…to the doctor??? To the hospital??? No…after picking mom from home, I went straight to a Beauty saloon…hahaha…after months…I did some real work on my face, hands and legs…I wanted to look beautiful for my baby…By the time, I was out of that place it was 0730pm… I knew, my dad would be in a fury…and sure he was…as I and mom entered the house, could see him sitting all dressed up…waiting for us to return, so that he could take us to hospital…His facial expression was ANGER…he was suppressing his shouting, I suppose…He grumbled and mumbled… “Would anywhere in the world we see this…She is supposed to be admitted in the hospital for her delivery and here she is roaming around through Saloons…and to support her a mother also”… To ease him off, I jokingly said… “WE HAVE TIME TILL 10, DAD…”..Before 10, I was admitted…a rough night followed… as suddenly, I caught a bad cough..which was not a good sign for somebody who was going to have a C-Section …uhmmm…

Next day morning …Ha, the Urinary catheterization which was fixed at about 0700am was bad and painful…Gosh, I was actually not able to even sit or lie down properly and was walking around with the bag in my hand…anyways soon after 0900 I was taken into the Theatre…But as soon I had the shot of spinal anesthesia (I opted for that as I wanted to be awake when my baby came into this world…) I felt relieved…I knew nothing much…Due cultural reasons, my husband was not allowed inside the theatre…even if he was, he wouldn’t have come in…lest the doctors would have had a Casuality inside the Operation theatre…

During the procedure, nurses and the anesthetist kept on talking to me…and I was not bad at that…I knew, the doctor was pulling my baby out…and there he was…right in front of me…The doctor said… “It is a HE…10.25am and 52 seconds…3.75kilos…Look at your mamma…”… I couldn’t talk…I was crying…they pressed his wet head against my cheek…and took him off to be cleaned…I knew, the doctors had proceeded with the cleaning and stitching procedure….I was not bothered…I just wanted to see him again…Then, smthing nice happened…

The Anesthetist asked me.. “Do u want to talk to anybdy…”… I was like… “Uhhh??? Yes…”…He dialed my husband’s mobile and gave me the phone…I heard my hubby’s voice

“Hello”

“Hey, it’s me…”

“Uh…???U??? where r U??? What Happened??? Where r u calling from…???”

“Hello, hello..wait…it’s a boyyyyyyyyyy…Can you hear him crying..they r cleaning him…”..I could imagine my husband’s face…I knew he was BLANK and lost…all he said was…

“Ah..I will give to Mom…”

My mom didn’t know what was happening..he just saw my hubby’s White face maybe…and worriedly picked the phone and …

“Hello…what happened…”

“Amma, I am calling from inside the theatre…from a Doctor’s phone…It’s a boy…10.25am…Can u hear him…”

I could sense mom’s excitement in her voice…as her non ending questions erupted…

“Ha…it’s a boy!!!How is he…Is he fair..Who is he looking like…How r u…How many kilos…Here, your husband is all pale faced and looking lost…I thought some other tension….Maybe he is shocked that you called from the Theatre…lol!!!”

“Ok Ok amma…baby is fine…they are cleaning him now..and stitching me up…He is 3.75kilos…Will see u soon…Byee…”

I could hear screams and shouts in the background …I knew my close friends were there waiting for the news…

Today, even after three years…I still reminiscence those moments…that day when I saw my baby…when I felt my Life was right in front of me…I named him ‘Advait’ meaning Unique or Non-Dual…Yeah, he was Unique…my one and only darling…my sweet heart…my Life…

I Love you Baby…and here is wishing you…Many Many Happy returns of the Day…or in his own words…

“Happy to you…Happy to you…”

Think before you talk...

As I read Dost’s blog on an airline staff, suddenly I missed my days at the airport a few years back…Do u guys know, that I have been once an Airline staff for some years…???Oh, yeah, I think missed saying that…Yeah, I have had the fun of working at an airport and handling all sort of passengers with 1001 problems…the person who helped most became the passenger’s friend and the rest the enemies…that was the style those days…

The most common problem was the Excess baggage problems…On a daily basis we would see passengers coming in with baggages that weighed much above their allowance and then they start requesting which would turn to pleading and then to sympathy and then to frustration and finally anger…lol…

I would tell you about a funny incident that happened during those days…many have told me that I don't look like a South Indian in my Uniform…most passengers mistook me as a North Indian or atleast a Goan…Even when I was handling flights to South Indian states, I mostly spoke in English with everybody, but still used the regional language for the sake of the most illiterate people, who could understand Nothing of English…I had to clearly explain to them the way to their boarding gates and what should they be doing there after to reach the aircraft…They were always so happy to find someone like me in a foreign land who helped them so happily…Yeah, I know..I am sweet…hehe!!!

Ok, now…apart from such cases…I always spoke in English and never gave any idea to any of the passengers that I was from their place…as that would always gave them freedom to lure me to allow them excess baggages…the rate of requesting would be so high in such cases…Neither could I resist too much pleading nor could I help everybody...So, my English and my looks helped me stay as a North Indian most of the time for such passengers…

So one day…I was handling a Kerala bound flight…there was a couple of young boys who would be of the age of 26-30…Young and handsome too…lol, my colleagues were surely eyeing them and passing comments too…Luckily, they stood in the queue in front of me and slowly reached my counter…The first passenger, Dilip, handed over his travel docs gave me a cool smile and kept his baggage on the scales…OH GREAT, He has Excess…Now, the sweetness in me has to go off and I have to make him unhappy by telling him something that he wouldn’t love to hear…lol!!!

I looked at his face…and I knew, he too was expecting the worst from me…I said… “Excess...”…and then he started on (something I was already used to)… “Madam, please…its just 7 kilos…leave it na…You are also an Indian..you can do that…”…After much NO and suggestions and excuses…I asked him to remove 4 kilos and put it into his light handbaggage…I allowed him the 3 kilos to go off…That was very well under my allowed limit…He was happy…He expressed his thanks and took his travelling stuff and moved back…smiling at his friends…

Next came his friend, I am not sure what his name was…think it was Rajesh…a repeat telecast…an excess baggage, but this time, it was more than 10-12 kilos and he already had a heavy handbaggage…I could be of not much help other than charge him for atleast 7kilos…The coaxing and pleading and requests happened for sometime..but I was helpless..I had to charge him…while I proceeded to issue the excess baggage ticket…he started conversing with his friends in their regional language, which was my Mother tongue too…Little did they know that…

Rajesh : Dey, Dilip…See yaar, she’s charging me excess…
Dilip : Haha, What to do…If my glamour helps me…Naturally, she would let me go…As she liked me..
Rajesh: Arey, I will tell her…what u told about her…I will also tell, you purposefully came to this counter to ask her name and get her details…

(I was trying hard to hold onto my laugh…I was used to such flirting passengers...But here, I was pitying them... as I had already decided to shock them by talking in their language at the …How cruel na…Anyways, point to be noted was, I was taking more time for this passenger, just to hear what else they were going to say…)

Dilip: Oh, u go tell her…Then I can openly ask her details...
Rajesh: Owwwwwww…Dey, u marry her, then we can take any amount of baggage with us…Do u want me to tell ur mother...anyways…if u want I can ask her opinion... (and he turned to me…Dilip was like nudging him to keep quiet…)

Anyways, I dint give either of them a chance to talk…before that…I excused myself to their conversation and handed over all the documents and explained to them the way to boarding gates…I could see both of them trying hard to hold on to their giggles…as even I was trying to do the same…they turned to go…and then in our common regional language I said…

“Excuse me Rajesh…Don’t think, I left his excess baggage bcoz I am interested in your friend or liked him…This is my duty to work and that too work with ethics…I have done the maximum that was under my authority for both of you…So next time, you try coming without excess baggage and then maybe I can be more nice to you also…Else I can’t waiver this much excess even for my Parents…”

Hahahahahaa….still, I remember both of their faces…As soon as I finished saying this, I heard a sudden laughter among the passengers in the nearby queues..naturally they had heard the conversation between these two guys and also my Final Blast….but for the boys…they were like Haaaaaaaaa…I could see the helplessness and embarrassment in their face…

“Madam…sorry…really sorry…we didn’t know, u were from South India…It was just tht…we had excess and…Shey…we are so ashamed…Sorry madam…please don’t take us wrong…we were just joking…” and so on…

I was like.. “Its ok..I was also joking…”…but couldn’t stop laughing…so badly, that even the airline staff came near me and asked what’s the matter…When he heard of the news, he also broke into a loud laughter…

Till date, I can never forget these two guys…God knows where are they today…its been almost 4-5 years…but I am sure, even they would never forget me ever…and would never even talk in their regional language in front of another person who doesn’t understand it…I am damn sure, from that day onwards…they would surely remember the saying ‘Look before you Leap’ with a twist…

“Think before you talk…”

NB: Later, the airline staff had passed this funny incident even to the staffs at the boarding gates and when these two boys reached the boarding gates, they asked them… “So, when are you bringing your mother to marry that girl…”….hahaah!!! It seems, they were like so embarrassed and wriggling in shame…and was blaming each other for their idiotic behavior…

Phewwww…Dads are dadddds always...

Some time back, I had told you all about my dad, right?? In tht blog, I had NB’d that I need to write really a lot to explain about him and his Adventures…rather our Adventures with him…hehe!!! So here I am…I will tell you a big Adventure I had with him years back…lol!!!

Ok, if you all has forgotten about my dad…let me just remind u…In his words…Children are to be kept at a distance else they will sit on ur shoulder and eat ur ears…hehe!! (I know, it is true…afterall, that is what I am doing today to him…) So, he WAS (let me bold the WAS in here…) a very strict and serious father who never spoke to his children and always kept us kilometers away from him…He had his own Un-Spoken rules, which was known to us and we never tried to even break those rules…

Even as kids, I and my brother, realized one thing…something that we learnt from eavesdropping many conversation between the adults of our family… LOVING somebody is a BIG WRONG…or to be précised…A LOVE AFFAIR was a taboo…thereby, the girls / boys in the family after a certain age was not expected to have friends of opposite sex…for that reason, I was enrolled to a GIRLS ONLY school…hehe!!! (Future proved that being a Tom boyish girl, I had only Boys as friends…haha…and they could do NOTHING…) All my neighbours were boys and I had only them as friends…but then it was another Un-written rule that I should have no other feelings towards them other than Brotherhood…lol!!!

So years passed by…I was in my 10th grade…I joined a tuition class for Science subjects…little did my dad know that we had boys too in that class…(As I had told earlier..he had never been to our schools/ any classes…he just gave money to mom to take care of us and expected mom to do it in the way he wanted…)..Anyways, knowing his nature, I always kept distance with the boys and never even spoke to them on a friendly basis…I was scared that if dad knew, he might not like it…

So the year was almost ending…the tuition class every year had a farewell party sort of function for all the 10th Grade students…one fine day, when I was at home, I got a call on the local phone…The call was from a guy called Sony....YES, he was a boy…he had called to discuss about the farewell..I was shocked…I was not interested in the farewell, but was more interested in knowing how he got my number…I warned him never to call me…I acted hysteric..haha…!!!Anyways, after the call, being me, I told my mom…

“Amma, today Sony called…to discuss the farewell party…” and mom said OK…and some other queries like when is it..where is it going to be and so on…anyways the discussion and the Sony episode ended there…(atleast I thought so…)…

A few days later, it was some 8 O’ Clock in the night…I was happily playing a game of Monopoly with one of my neighbor at her house…Suddenly, my mom entered the house…As soon as,we saw each other…she scooted her question…

“WHO IS SONY?”…

Her question, tone and look scared me…I was a bit perplexed… I replied… “Uh, Sony…I told u the other day na…my tuition mate…”
“Is that a BOY or a girl…?”
I was almost at the verge of shivering… “Uh…BOY…whyyyyyyyyyyy???”…

"Haaaaaaaaaa…why didn’t u tell me it was a boy…when u told, I thought it was a girl...Why is HE calling u…that too this late night…”
“Amma, he might have called to tell smthing abt the party…”… (my heart screamed… grrrrrrrrrrr…what the hell!!!… I told tht RASCAL not to call me…and did he call???)

The ATOM BOMB fell on my head… “Ha, anyways…u better don’t come home now…That boy called and Dad picked the phone..he spoke smthing to dad and disconnected the call…When dad asked me, I also told, that is ur friend…and only when ur dad told it’s a boy, I knew it WAS A BOY…He is very upset and told me that he doesn’t like all this…” and she left…

I couldn’t feel my body…I was shivering from head to toe…I dint know what to do…should I jump into a well or run off and kill that idiot…grrr…I calculated the time…by 0830pm dad would be having his dinner and by 0900-0930pm he should be inside his room to sleep…So I shall enter the War Zone by 1000pm to be on the safer side…. I decided to get to my room thru the dining room and get myself locked in there till dad goes to office the next day…

As planned, I went to the back side of my house and knocked at the door.. My mom slowly opened the door…One step into the dining room and Alas….there sat my dad having his dinner…my bro sitting on the adjacent seat..and very clearly I could see the hard expression on my dad’s face and the most cunning and naughtiest look on my bro’s face…He knew, I was scared and dad was upset…and he was sure he will soon get to witness a good Show-down…and I could sense his eagerness...

I dragged my lifeless legs towards the dining table..sat against dad’s chair..shit…and slowly started munching my food…My dad said not a word…and I was expecting an explosion any moment…my bro was counting seconds…and myself milli seconds…Soon my dad finished off his dinner, got up, washed his hands and went off to his room…

Myself and bro both gave out a Haaaaaaaaaaa….while mine was of relief my bros was of disappointment…Now I was irritated with his untimely giggles also…I was about to open my mouth and give him a good piece of my mind…and there, right in front of me stood my dad..he was BACKKKKK….The conversation that continued was the most formal one I have ever gone through…his voice was low and calmmmmm…

“WHO IS SONY?”
“Uh…SONY???which SONY???I am not sure…Is that a boy or girl, Dad???” (a halo around my head)
“BOY!!! U don’t know any SONY???”
“OHHHHHHHHHH…SONYYYYYYYYYY…ya ya…I think, it s the boy who studies with me at the tuition class…Why dad…what happened…” (I knew my face was giving me up…and my bro’s giggle was irritating me still…)
“Uhm…why is he calling you…”
“Dad, maybe he called for telling farewell party date…”
“Uhm, what party…no need of going for any party…I am taking you out enough, right…Anyways…friendship is OK…but nothing should be over the limit…OK???”
“Uhmmm, dad…”

And he left the scene and the remaining casts of the episode was

Mom – Stood between me and bro, almost about to laugh…

Bro – Laughing and Giggling and making fun of me…and
Yours truly – Not DEAD…but Lifeless…upset bcoz my brother got the upper hand today…sad that I wont be able to attend the party…angry at that Idiot who phoned my home even after myself telling him not to…happy that the dad didn’t actually wash me off in rage…and all I could say was…

“Phewwww…Dads are daddddddddds alwaysss….”

Happy Blog Anniversary...

Hey, guess what...this is my 63rd post and I just completed one whole year in the world of Blogs and Bloggers...Wish me Congratsssssss...

I would really like to thank each one of you who are reading these lines at this moment for taking time to be with me through my blog…Thanks to all of you who takes an extra minute to jot in atleast one word into my comment column…I always look forward to read ur comments and feel so happy to see them…I would like to name a few genuine readers of my blog, who really took that pain to suffer my tantrums for one whole year and supported me with their beautiful and inspiring comments…

1. Dost (kparthas.blogspot.com) - He gave me a new name "Anamika" meaning Nameless...lol!!!
2. Lekshmi (worldlyviewlakshmi.blogspot.com)
3. Jogi (joginderrohilla.blogspot.com)
4. Anshul (stirrupking.blogspot.com)
5. Amity (intelclub.blogspot.com)
6. Anu (anupama-sincerlyyours.blogspot.com)

7. Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas (my regular silent reader...)

The above were there with me from starting and Hey, some of them are missing for some time now…But can’t blame you guys, as myself was also in a Hibernation mood, right…Btw, I want to say a sorry too to u guys for not posting in comments at ur blogs eventhough I m reading them if not regularly, still often…As I told u, from office, the Comment box doesn’t work..it doesn’t work even for my own blog…So I always think of commenting into ur blogs once I reach home…But then, these days, at home, work keeps me so busy that even switching on my laptop is almost near to impossible…I hope, atleast the coming days would see a much more regular me among ur readers list…

The past year…I still cant imagine, how fast time flies…Why did I start blogging…and to what extend did I stay loyal to my motive…these are the questions tht is coming to my mind right now…to be frank, I realise that I couldn’t do full justice to my real reason for starting a blog…the main motive of Opening my mind to those deepest secrets inside me…and pouring them out of me, so that I feel relieved…

I couldn't…reasons were many…first and most important reason was that knowingly or unknowingly…wantingly or unwantingly… I had built a bond...a relation with some of my blogger friends… and there ended my secrecy… I wanted to be a Secret blogger who says only secrets…but then, how can I tell my secret when the fear of being caught was so intense…lol!!! So, many a times, even when words came out of my heart, I pulled myself back from typing them down and publishing them…Instead, I told the lighter side of my life to you…In a way its wrong…I shouldn’t be afraid of the world when my intentions are not wrong…RIGHT??? So, here after, I wouldn’t pull my words back if ever it comes out from my mind…

Another absolute reason was my time constraints…Unlike earlier days, today I have less privacy and less free time to really word my thoughts into this blog…most of the time, mind would be too occupied that nothing else would come out…or the body too tired that laziness sits on my head…if not anything else…I had my office mate to keep her staring eyes on me whenever I started typing fast with Tak Tak tik tik clic clik…sound..hahah…!!! So I really need to wait for one of those Soundless keyboard..where I can type in and none would even know…I wouldn’t even mind having one of those equipment where I just need to think / imagine things and words get typed up on itself…lol!!!

Ok, now I need to stop…else I am sure, even the very few readers I have, will sleep off..haha…So, with that note...I wish myself a big big bigggggggggg

Happy Blog Anniversary…

Be Happy and Go...

Ok, so I have been lazy too lazy to blog…uh??? No I have been busy..busy at work..busy at home..(Dint I tell u guys…when I came back from vacation, my mom dint join us…as she is taking care of her sister…who is on bed rest after a surgery…uhmm..) Now, with no other option, I had to takeover her responsibilities too..Now, I have to cook and do all house chores, take care of my son and still go to Office…grrr…so this made me tooooooooooo busy that I didn’t even call back home for past 2 weeks… and yesterday my Grand pa phoned me…He called me as he didn’t hear from me for long time…How sweet of him…Hey, have I ever told you about him…??? About my grandpa…my dear Appups…

Now, in our language Appuppan is Grand father…and I lovingly shortened it to Appus or Appups to address my dear Grandpa… He is popularly and widely known as Daddy among family and friends after his kids started calling him Daddy…I know only very few people who doesn’t call him Daddy…It just became his name…and indeed he was precious enough to be a Daddy…a good daddy…the most Cool and loving but still strict and disciplined Daddy…

A small past on my Appups…He got married at a very young age, had 3 daughters...his wife, my grandma passed away during her 4th delivery due brain tumour…rather the truth is, she died on the operation theatre table, when she was 7 months pregnant…the baby (my Uncle) was operated out from grandmom’s dead body…My mom was just 11years old then and Appups some 33…the 7 year old baby, in my mom’s words looked like a frog and was taken to incubator and later taken care of by my grandma’s sister…anyways, that’s a different story…

My grandpa who was still very young was forced to get married again for the sake of the 3 young daughters aged 11, 7 and 3…One day, he asked his younger daughter (my aunt who is under bed rest now…) if he can bring another mom for her…and she said NO (but today, she regret that... as she feel if she hadn’t had said NO that day, maybe her father wouldn’t have been alone at his house today…)…my grandpa told everybody “NEVER EVER TALK ABOUT A SECOND MARRIAGE FOR ME”…from that day, he has been living for his children…and so you can imagine how close a relation could be between those children and father…their Daddy…

He was in Army then..and served several years in Security Forces…and then for the sake of his daughters, he voluntarily retired from Service and started a business…He is 80+ today…still he follow the same routine that he followed years back…Regular morning walks…controlled and timely food…and so on…he is as healthy and strong as any of us, if only better than us…even if he has all the different diseases a man can get during Old age, he never show them out…That is how my Grand pa is…

To be frank, as kids he was a “Warning” to us kids… bcoz …as he didn’t live with us, during vacations we used to go to his house to stay with him for a few days…These days, days which was supposed to be ALL PLAY NO STUDIES/WORK was changed to a different style due his disciplines and creative ideas to make us kids work…haha…He had this way of luring kids with promises of Gifts for the kid who does the best S U P W…haa!!! I really forgot what it exactly stood for…I think it was something like Socially Useful Productive Work…grrr…he used to tell that kids need to work hard and learn to earn and then save them…We would enthusiastically jump into the trap and then soon find ourselves carrying buckets of water from the well / pond to the plantain fields or cleaning the plant pots or brooming /moping the floor and so on…and every now and then one of us used to hear his MASTERPIECE Phrase… “You are an Irresponsible IDIOT”…as long as the receiving end was not one self, the rest of the kids used to giggle hysterically when they hear this…(he doesn’t mind using this statement to his children or grandchildren even today…lol!!! And its still EMBARASSING…)

He never allowed us to sleep after 8am…which was a shock… A Glass of Milk was compulsory during breakfast, which I hated…we were not allowed to waste food…and that made us sulkingly sit in front of the plate with vegetables…had to push them down our throat… the worst was the Ginger drink that was forcefully poured into our mouth every Saturday morning…he said it cleans our stomach and keep us healthy…I haven’t actually heard him scold any of us ever…he dint look like a Villain out of any Action movie nor he used any Action stunts with us kids…still, none of us ever did anything against what he asked us to…WHY, I don’t know…maybe bcoz of respect…maybe bcoz of the love we had inside our hearts which we never realized during those days….

But as years passed by the bonding between us increased…when I was in college, he used to come daily afternoon to my house and have lunch and then take a short nap…I would be reaching home after College when he would be taking his evening Tea…I would sit with him and say all news and gossips of college…he would eagerly listen to them, gossip with me..joke with me..till he leave to go back to his house…with these evening talks our love grew…our bonding grew…we became so close to each other that, it was difficult for us to not see even for one day… if he missed seeing me any day, he would wait for me the next day…

I still remember, how hard was it for me and him when I was leaving my home to pursue my future in this land…I still remember how he comforted me when I cried at the airport…I could see tears in his eyes…but still he strongly said… “Hey…dear…why r u crying…you are going for a better future…u can come here any time to see me na…then why are u crying…Be strong…and be happy…only when u r happy Appups will be happy…Now be a strong girl…Be happy and go…” … Even today, he is staying all alone in that same old house…a house maid cooks him food on time…Even though his children loves him so dearly, their responsibilities force them to stay at different parts of the world…all his children never lose one chance to visit him every time they could…Still the yearly vacation is the time when some of us get to see him and relish some memorable days with him…Whenever we land at the Airport, I know, whoever may come to receive me or not…My Appups will surely be there waiting for me…

Its been years after that day at the airport…Even today whenever I am at the airport and hugging him Good Bye, tears fill our eyes…and his words are still the same…

“Be happy and go…”

NB: The kids in this story are majorly, myself, bro and cousins. We all used to visit him during vacations and those were the days when his house was filled with screaming, laughter and shouting...heehe!!

Back to Square ONE...

Hey, I am back…Apologies…as I had said earlier that I would try joting down once a while during my vacation…but trust me friends, I dint even get time to spend with my loved ones…that busy was I in this vacation…this was one vacation where 90% of the time went on travelling…crossing borders and boundaries and states…uhmmm…Anyways…now I am back..all tired and sick…Oh yes…the return flight was more like sitting inside a Roller coaster with too much turbulence and pressure variation that my ears are still hissing out the air every now and then…and the head ache hasn’t decided to subside till now…

So, as for my vacation..as I told you…I have been travelling…not for sight seeing…the whole travelling was like Pilgrimage…from one temple to another…to another and another...I think I covered almost all the southern states this time…lol!!! Happenings during my vacation, I would surely share when I am in good moods…but some points that I would surely tell you now are…

1. One thing I learnt is that always see to it that you don’t feel to piss while travelling (unless you are in a decent Hotel)…God!!! Apart at the Hotel apartments where we stayed (paying heavy rents) we found not a single clean toilet…even the Pay and Use was horrible beyond imagination…There was one point when my 10 year old cousin had to run around for more than half hour while rest of us were frantically looking for atleast a 10% clean toilet…and Trust me, finally he had to manage at a place where even the Pigs might not enter…God help those souls who use those toilets on a daily basis…


2. Temples have become the Best Business Investment for many…feels bad when I saw anti-elements literally ripping or robbing off people in the name of God…Shame on the priests who tap on their Pooja Thali and ask the devotees to drop in money…It was more like an order than a request…and the Height of Robbing was when a guy just stuck to us and started guiding us through the temple even when we dint want…and then asking us to pay some amount (not less than Rs10-20) to even the Security who is standing at the entrance and even the guy who opens the gate for the special entrance (Remember: already an amount has been paid to use the special entrance)… That was one temple where I saw Vendors asking for some Dakshina after we pay for the goods we bought…For example: We bought 41 Ghee Lamps to be lit at the temple…we paid the amount and then the guy very openly asked me… “Are you going to give me something or NOT”…I was shocked…but acted dumb…and just walked off from there…I could guess what all swearing he might have showered me with behind me…lol!!!To end the case, finally when we came out the “Un-asked for” Guide (who did nothing but asking us to pay every single person we crossed by) asked us to give him some amount…I took out a Rs 50…he said Minimum is Rs 100…lol!!! When we gave an 100; he said, he wants Rs 150…we walked out…he too might have showered us with his BLESSINGS…uhmm…


3. The religious “Anna Daanam” no longer seemed religious when I had to fight with one of the guy who was serving WATER….lol…[Ok, now for people who doesn’t understand what is Anna Danam…Annam= Rice/Food and Danam=Donate…Many of these temples provide free food to every devotees who visit the temple and this is being done on a daily basis as from the Financial donations by devotees…We too were donating decent amounts to the temples we visited…We too took part in the Anna Danam considering it as God’s food…every person with no bars or caste or creed..poor or rich sit together and have these food…
   
   During one such Anna-Danam, they brought some glasses and gave to alternate people…we are supposed to take a gulp of water and return the glass immediately…but due biting into some chilly my son was choking and we were slowly trying to give him water…My mom requested him that she will give the glass back, just let the kid drink the water…In a second he harshly shouted “THIS IS NOT A HOTEL…”…the hall had some 800-1000 people…still people around us started turning around to see who was shouting so…We too were shocked…The Guy snatched the glass from my son and walked off…Even the religious thoughts in me couldn’t control my anger…we slowly finished our food and as we walked out I waited near the staff area and asked for the guy…Another Gentleman came and asked what was the issue…I explained to him the case…I told him how rude was it for a Servant of God to shout like that to the Devotees and that too for a mere glass of water given to a 2 year old boy…As he was apologizing on behalf of the other staff, the Villain came to the scene..and started shouting again…And NOW, you guys know me well, right…I can Withstand Ignorance but not Arrogance…I just started a lecture… “Brother, I know, this is not a HOTEL...Nor this is a Theatre…We come here to pray and have this food considering this is God’s blessings…So you don’t have to teach us where are we…But what you should learn is HOW TO BEHAVE…IF you can’t spare a glass, there is a way to explain it…afterall, it was for a small child…you could have calmly requested us to hand over the glass… Remember Brother, at this sacred place don’t talk as if you are at your home…and next time remember…BEHAVE….”…uhmm…By this point, he just wished if I had disappeared as many others also started agreeing to what I was saying…Anyways, I made my point clear and left…uhmm..again, I could feel that I was getting his Showers of Swearings…haha!!!


4. Never buy Baskin Robbins Ice cream from India if you are calculating the prices in Indian Rupees…Lol, I bought an icecream which costed Rs 30 but I had to pay some Rs300…and they said, it’s the VAT, TAX and what note…


5. One thing I found out is If you are years past your school/college days…and if you are too stressed out…with work, family and life…just take a day all for urself…just U and go somewhere far off from your home and meet some old friends…Yeah, this time I did that…I took off on an Adventurous trip…yes, it is adventurous for me in my life time, this is the first time, I have been allowed to travel alone and that too, to meet friends…Hurray…I did that this time…Thanks to you dear for helping me in relishing some of those lost moments…and thanks to you dear for making me feel like a Teenager…something that I couldn’t enjoy during my real Teenage days…lol!!!Only thing is that his parents shouldn’t know that he roamed around in his Bike in the midnight with a friend, a woman who has a husband and a son…haha…My husband knew it…so I am fine…lol!!! A joke in between is…When my friend was giving me company on that evening…he was getting continuous calls from his office…It seems, he had left office saying he will come back JUST NOW and it was hours already…I asked then why didn’t you tell them that you are with a friend…and his immediate reply was… “Ha, then they will kill me…if they know I am with a girl…and that too with a woman who is married and have a kid…”….hahahaa!!!


6. Never volunteer to help your MiL in the Kitchen..lol!!!…You never know when you would be left alone… ALL ALONE…to do every single chores…from cooking to cleaning…from washing to brooming…hahah!!!Yeah, this happened to me…it wasn’t that I was a DiL who don’t do anything…I always see to it that I do every possible work and help her in every single way I could during my vacations…but this time my MiL played smart…Smarter than me…thus, the days I was at home with no travelling, I was spending 90% of the time in doing house chores…Demands were too high that I had no time to even say a NO… My hubby dear knew, it was a bit too much…still his words were… “It’s OK, You ADJUST…After all, its just for few days…” grrr….But then to be frank, I felt good…at the end of the day, I felt proud that I did all that work myself…and nobody else gonna take the credit…Still, even though there were no exchange of harsh words still my MiL did try to Bowl some taunts and kicks once a while, which I very clearly kicked back to her…In my hubby’s words… “You both are Tit for Tat MiL-DiL...”…
   
   But then, the outcome was…for the first time during my 5 years of married life…my MiL said, She doesn’t want me to go…as she had to do NO WORK and she hugged and kissed me a goodbye when I boarded the flight…uhmm…Unusual, uh????

In this way, my points would go on and on and on….But guys, I am at office and my favorite colleague has been staring at me for quite some time…not that I am keeping any of my work pending…but that she wants me to do hers too, so that she can continue Surfing on Net as usual…and this brings me back to reality…

The reality that The Vacation is Over and finally I am “Back to Square One…”