The Bow-Bow Lady...

OK OK…I AM LAZY…or rather OFF mood…or maybe LOST…or BLANK…uhmm… why simply beat around the bush…Let me just admit…I didn’t post any blog for an endless list of reasons which might not sound good enough for you…So I am just shutting myself up from trying to explain myself…Haa…afterall that was what I was told to…U DON’T HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS MUCH…Gosh, how can I be so…God Knows…

Things haven’t been too good at my end…After all those different ailments I had, I am now finally roaming around like ZOMBIE with a LONG BROAD NECK…haa..A collar..the last thing I wanted…and the first thing the doctor wanted…At times, I think, why do the doctors have to be so sweet, when they have different plans for the unlucky idiot sitting in front of him…In my case..Lemme change the Idiot part to Unlucky Innocent Young Sweetheart…hmmm..(coughing…I am sure, many of u want to, too…)

Ok, so, I have been having this pain behind my back…just below the neck and at different points where the arms intersect with my shoulder and the back…The positions are such strange places that my poor little hand could never reach those points to press or massage them myself…Naturally, I had to resort to every TOM, DICK & HARRY…bcoz the Shame (I should be having being a woman…) was much less compared to the Pain I have…rather the Attack of Pain…

People might frown or stare at me in disbelief when I ask the Philipino Colleague to just hit my back at that specific point…or when I ask any one of the random person passing by me in my office to just push their finger into my neck…Or when I leaned against the Tissue paper box kept behind my back...What to do, I couldn’t care less..bcoz the pain was and is that bad…even as I am jotting this down…my neck is killing me and how I wish I had somebody around me to hit me right now over there…They have all gone for a seminar…Why am I here…OH, missed telling u tht…I couldn’t go…BCOZZZZZZZZ….I am travelling today…heheh!!!To my Grandpa…that’s the happy part..Sad part is before I could open my eyes, I would be back here, sitting in front of this computer again…As I am going just for 4 days and that too to attend my first cousin’s marriage…So the trip is going to be hectic…hmmm…

So back to my Neck…So, this pain was hurting me once a while before..but from last 1-2 months, the frequency rose..and it so reached a point when I knew, I could take it NO MORE….I dashed into the Ortho department and put forward my case in a hope of having a miraculous quick recovery…After the Xray…the doctor confirmed something…hehe!!! I am a Girl who wouldn’t bend her Spines…grrr….All my life, I have heard people saying…Don’t bend your spine (when somebody behave too geeky…)…In my case, the issue was that the so called Cervical Spine which should be having a Curve, doesn’t have that natural curve and that along with my working style (on computers mostly)…contributed to inflammate the whole of my back in such intense manner that immediate Physiotherapy along with Pain Killers was the first set of treatment…

Physiotherapy sessions were cool…How I wished…I could buy one of those machines, which gave such relieving vibrations on the area that was hurting me…But unfortunately, my hope for a sudden magical disappearance of my pain didn’t happen…Thus after 2 weeks of physio, the doctor asked me sweetly, “Will it be OK for you to wear a collar…”…Proudly I said… “Collar…haa..people can see that right??? That’s a shame…NOOO…no need…”…Doctor replied… “OK…But u have to wear IT…” …I couldn’t believe it…I thought he was asking my permission…”But doctor…”….he didn’t let me finish the lines… “NO Buts, dear…wear it…and I advise that u remove it only while bathing and sleeping…Continue with painkillers and another set of physio …”

Grrr….The next working day, the Zombie entered the office…grrrr…I didn’t mind wearing it…but explaining it to others was hectic…I stopped myself from even walking to the Washroom, just in case another person decided to show their sympathy…Anyways, in between, the SELF-PROCLAIMED DOCTOR MIND in me, decided that I can survive even without the collar…SO I removed it…and the pain rouse again…Back to the doctor’s room I reached 6 days back…

This time, doctor was more worse…5 injections every alternate day…I had to show my back every alternate day to the Nurse for them to mercilessly inject those red coloured fluid into my back…IT IS PAINFUL…I am just done with the 3rd yesterday eve…and trust me, its not a good experience…Even the feeling of this fluid getting into ur body is as if a thousand needles being pricked into ur skin….I am surviving…Need to undergo an MRI scan too…the Insurance approval came in yesterday and happily, I dint get appointment for MRI…they are toooooo busy….uhm…As I am travelling, need to wait till I come back…and then again ask for a Re-Approval…grrr…

Trust me, friends…my hubby jokingly said.. (I do fear it seriously)…Next time, when the Insurance guys see my application for renewal, they are going to REJECT me…As they have had seen my name almost every month and should have byhearted my whole history by now…I am tooooooooo expensive for them…They might be still blaming their ill fate for providing me their insurance at the first place…But, really…THANK GOD…I AM INSURED…hehe!!

So, now you guys can understand me, right???…Why wasn’t I updating my blog…Its not easy to keep typing with this band around my neck…as if somebody is trying to squeeze air out of my lungs…Having food is worst…My imagination really goes wild with new ideas after this…I started imagining a ' Police Machine in my throat…which stops all sort of Food Items and then ask them…Pay your Toll amount and then proceed…they pay it and then find their way to my stomach'…Oh yes, I am not exaggerating..the collar really stopped the food at my throat and I could feel it move down slowly from there…and I hated it…So, I gave a slight change to the Doctor’s exception List…

“Remove it Whenever I feel like…” heheh!!!

Am I not coolllllll…??? Ohhhh, how I love my Intelligent Brain…

By the by, forgot to mention….I am giving rest to my collar buddy for the next five days…I wouldn’t want to spoil my Cool Cool Image when I am back home and Never when I am clad in the Sari and instead of Gold Jewellery walk around with the Neck Collar…I can imagine them imagining me to be _____in the collar...lol!!! What if they realise some similarity or even resemblance....NOOOO!!!! I cant risk earning a new nick name this time…

The Bow-Bow Lady…

Love You...

I wasn’t anywhere near the TV…not bcoz I was not a Cricket Maniac…but, I was scared…Lol…yes, I was scared, what IF I proved unlucky for India…I felt, Maybe IF I watch India might not win…Am I right or wrong, doesn’t matter any more…bcoz, India WON…Hurrayyyyyyyyy…Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…they won…Team India kissed the world cup earlier tonight on behalf of billions of Indians all around the world…All my love and respect going towards them…uhmm… Guess what, I am not a cricket craze…Still, I do understand how a match proceeds and all that…but then, just that, I would spare myself off the tension it can give me…I wouldn’t want to cut down 100 days off my life just by watching a match…Yeah, that’s what I believe…the tension that it creates in one’s mind just by viewing it at any point of time is sooo unimaginable that, I would prefer staying away from the TV then…lol…!!!

Would you believe if I said...

1. Mom and myself had to resort to some neighbors house during such important cricket matches…Just bcoz my dad felt, we might be unlucky for the team…and IF unfortunately we were inside our own homes, and IF India lost a wicket, when I was walking by or sneezing or laughing or eating or for that matter, doing anything…My dad would immediately scream at me saying… “BCOZ SHE DID THAT…WHAT MORE TO EXPECT…”…Dad was that big a superstitious person when a match happened…

2. My brother once stood in one position till the match finished, just bcoz he felt, India was taking off the opponents wickets when ever he stood so…hehe!!!

3. My brother made me say smthing against the opponent team, just bcoz that day he felt, what I said was happening…especially, the day when I asked him innocently…”WHAT IF A BOWLER GETS ALL WICKETS FOR HIMSELF…”…my brother ridiculed it wasn’t that easy and miraculously Kumble did it on the same day…I was thanked ..uhm…

4. No one ate dinner till a match was over…just bcoz, some felt, that eating might take off the luck…grrr..

5. A telephone ring was like an uninvited Earthquake…and whoever was the caller earned himself not so small a wrath…

Lol…maybe due all these experiences during childhood, made me have an aversion to watching cricket…But that never spoiled my spirit in wishing that Team India should win…Being an Indian, naturally, I always wished ONLY India should win…but then, bcoz I never showed it out…when India lost I just blamed my brother and father for watching the match and making them lose…hehee!!!! And if they won, I enjoyed with them watching the Prize distribution….lol!!!

This worldcup, even IF I dint watch a single match, my heart was trembling during the India-Pakistan SemiFinal…More like a war, the match was of great importance to both the countries, na…and this time my superstition too worked…I noticed, whenever I looked for the scores in my blackberry, India was taking off a wicket…So, seriously, I tried refreshing my Blackberry, just to see, if my Superstition was true…As I was busy in so many other things, I could get back to my BB only once a while..and I noticed, every time I refreshed their came a cheer from the Indian side…one more player being sent to the Gallery… When my hubby too noticed it, he even started saying, check ur BB…but then, I dint…During the last over, I went to watch it on the TV along with whole family...As I took my BB along with, I just felt like refreshing it…(Trust me, no other thoughts..India was already winning…)…Immediately my husband said…”Now, NO need…India is winning…”… but then…CRACKKKKKKKKKK….and it was an OUT….My husband was staring at me…India took the last wicket too…My husband joked, “IF they get U and ur blackberry they will throw u into an erupting Volcano…”…trueeeee….!!!

As for the Finals earlier today, my brother took an OFF from work, as he believed, India WON whenever he watched Cricket from home TV…My husband sacrificed food…I stayed inside my room without touching my BB (lol, what IF it was the other way round this time…)…Still, I had a shock when I changed the TV channel in my room to a channel which was showing LIVE scores…The moment I changed channel, India lost a wicket…grrr…that made me NOT even change the channel till the end…When my brother called me to watch the last overs…I screamed… “NOOOOOOO, LET INDIA WIN…I am scared…”…I heard my dad saying…”Ya, Ya…Don’t come…”…

As the game was approaching the last overs, I started grating the apples for an Apple Halwa…As I walked towards the kitchen, I saw…Even my mom who knew nothing of cricket….was watching the last over from her room TV….I was surprised… “MOM, U TOOO??? DO U KNOW ANYTHING OF CRICKET” …She replied… “Yes, I don’t know…still…Only 6 more runs needed…I am also getting tensed…So I am watching….”….LOL!!!!

By the time, I poured the grated Apple into the hot Pan…I heard my brother shout for me… "Didi, commmme….last ball….” …I ran to the hall room…and witnessed the glorious Sixer in our 42inch Plasma TV…Every single person in front of the TV stood up…not knowing, should we shout or scream…or cry…Then we all broke into a dance…a Mad Dance…. with my son running all around us…Yippeeeeeeeeee….

I could see nothing other than Team India…

I could hear nothing other than their screams…

I could feel nothing other than their Victory…Our Victory

Team India, We Love youuuu....Love you all for making us proud...

But I smelled something else…Eeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk....

My Apple Halwaaaaaaaaa!!!

NB: After that, we took off in our 4WD for a city tour…the roads were mad with Indian drivers…with Indians…screaming and shouting and honking and what not…We too screamed at the top of our voice…CHAK DEEE INDIA….So many strangers were relatives then…everybody smiled and waved and showed Hurrayyyyy as we returned the gesture…My son was not behind either…It continued till the Police started blocking every exits and frantically issuing Traffic Fines…Uhmm…I am sure, the Police might have got a biggggg amount as Fines itself…

As for my Halwa, I could save it at the nick of the time…It came out well…Once we were back home from the drive, we sweetened our taste buds with my Halwa….Chak De Indiaaaaaaaaaaaaa….Love you, Team India...

Marriage...??? Naaah!!!

Marriage was not my priority, EVER…infact, I was against the idea of getting married, when I actually got married…Unlike other girls from my family, I wasn’t roaming around with the billboard saying “Looking for a Groom”… The dark situations that me and my family had to cross was the reason behind that…I wanted to financially settle before getting into any bondage of marriage…Even when I realized, I was loving somebody, I stopped myself…trying to think PRACTICALLY…I knew, it wasn’t something that my closed ones would be happy about…Moreover, marriages were expensive and I didn’t want any extra expense because of me for my family…

But for some strange reason…That February…my mother suddenly had this enlightening thought, that I was getting really old…and its time, they should think about my marriage…Not much questions were asked to me..as they knew, my answer would be NO to a marriage…(the financial burden a marriage could cause + my secret love for my LOVE was the reason behind…)…. Mom was not bothered, if I like it or not..she was having this dream of seeing her daughter going to Sasural…Thus, during that short trip to home country, my mother advertised in the local Newspapers “Seeking good alliance from NRI boys for an NRI girl”…

The response shocked me…the telephone never stayed on its cradle those days…continuously…I saw my mom writing down details of the caller and asking many of them to send their Horoscopes to check for proper Horoscope match…I just ignored the whole stuff…as I was hoping that nothing work out…infact I prayed for the same…Neither could I hurt my mom by showing out my displeasure, nor could I do anything to calm my heart…When I saw, that some of the horoscopes were matching too, I knew, trouble was not far away…I immediately booked my flight back claiming I had to get back to work immediately….

But, what should happen, should happen and would happen on the right time…I had to face it…Thus, the very next week of my return flight…the first GENTLEMAN came home…THE OFFICIAL Bride & Groom Meeting…Lets name him XX…I wasn’t asked by anyone for any opinion…I was just told Mr. XX is coming on Friday to see you…From tit bits of my mom’s conversation, I understood this guy is a General Manager at some company and is also pursuing his MBA from Australian University…I even got to see his picture…Gosh, the first statement that came to my mouth was…he looked like a WHITE COCKROACH….I immediately told mom…”NO, THIS GUY IS NOT FOR ME…"

He was handsome…very very fair…(hey, I am wheatish in complexion…and If I marry him, we would never be a good match to watch…He was not so tall in appearance…when I was real tall…he was more to the plumper side while I was the extreme Thin side…On the whole, I knew we were NOT A MATCH)…. To be frank, apart from the looks, I knew, be it him or anybody else…I might not be able to accept it with full heart…bcoz….

Anyways…finally…on Friday, Mr. XX came home, with his sister and family…(He had seen my picture and liked me too much…So if nothing else went wrong, this proposal could be fixed…) I sat in my room, till I was asked to go out and meet them…It was weird for me…As I was doing something completely against my wish…But, I couldn’t show my displeasure, bcoz that would hurt my family…I could hurt myself, but not them… I was asked to take him to my bedroom and have some talk….The only time, I might get to talk openly, before the elders decide what to be done…I made him sit on a Chair and I sat on the bed…facing each other…we started…rather he started…

Mr. XX – I am XX, working at XXX…U r working at ___ right???

Me – Yes…as a ____...

(Mr. XX continued with some Blah blah on himself and stuff…and finally shot the question I was waiting for…)

Mr.XX - Do you have anything to ask me or tell me…

Me - Yes…Let me be open…I really doesn’t wanna get married…But I am doing it for my parents…as they wanna see me married…But, there r some things u should know…My father had so many financial issues in the past and I decided to support him…So if I get married, I DON’T WANT my husband to stop me from doing the same…So, if I get married to you…I would expect, u should know this…

(and so I continued…clearly letting him know that I AM NOT READY FOR A MARRIAGE….)

He was taken aback, I knew from his face…(He was disappointed and depressed from what I knew, when his parents spoke to my family later)…He gave me a lecture on family and stuff…and tried putting some light into my head…into my disregard for marriage…He asked me to be Positive and hope everything will be alright with time…and so on….

Anyways…he left…and when I openly told my parents what I spoke to him, they knew, this marriage is not going to happen…What followed was a downpour...from all sides of my family...I wasnt physically abused...but that was all that was remaining...other than that, none of relatives lost a minute in scolding me for my Loose Talk...I felt sad, when I realised none really wanted to understand me or...My mom knew me, but she knew, she wouldnt be able to help...

What ever...still I knew it...I won…I won the first battle...I was victorious in chasing out the prospective groom...My family still jokingly say...not even a grass would grow on the road through where that Boy ran....I had scared him that horribly...lol!!!What ever...I was happy...I won....

BUT…

It was Urgent...

We are the favourite - official Tour Operators for any relatives who make a visit to this country…Its been always so…Thanks to my hubby who loved to drive his 4wd…So it was easy…Anybody who landed at the airport expected that we would be there to take them around…atleast, somewhere…and before they even thought, we were READY…This time it was my mom’s cousin…She came to visit her daughter and family…Due some strange reasons, all she did was sit at home…

Naturally, my mom, felt bad…after coming here..to this City of Dreams, still if she go back without a decent Sight-seeing…that was silly and bad…Thus, Aunt S was invited home to stay for 2 days…and we promised ourselves, that we shall take her around…and show her some glimpses of this city…We DID fulfill our promise too…but still there was so much to see and so very little time in hand…days were so near to her departure date…back to home country…We felt bad again…ha, she hasn’t yet seen many of the beautiful shopping malls…Finally, I and hubby decided to take one day leave from work and take her for a quick Shopping Mall cum City Tour which also included a Metro and Mono Rail Ride…

As luck would have it…I fell terribly sick on the same day…I had to leave the Sight-Seeing group at one of the malls to rush to the doctor, all by myself in the car…So the plan was…they would take the Metro to the next mall and wait for me there…I happily went to the doctor…got checked and found the problem…happily took the prescription for medicines from him and drove to the mall…As I approached the Mall parking, I telephoned the gang which comprised of my mom, hubby and aunt…and informed them of the Parking Level where they could find me…

It was mid afternoon…the sun was too strong, that I almost wished if I had a Sunglass ON…It was at that moment…Suddenly, out of no where…there it came…the unexplainable…un controllable…feeling…What to do…I was in a dilemma…I knew, who to be blamed - the infection and the medicines ...I couldn’t stay a minute more in that car…I parked the car in a jiffy and rushed towards the mall in look out for the nearest Toilet…

The mall’s temperature was sooting…but, my eyes took some time to adjust…haaa…from the Hot bright sun to the Cold Normal-lit Mall…an envelope of blindness rushed into my eyes and head…but I had no time to stay back to adjust myself…I had to rush…the urge was kicking me from behind…From the 3rd floor I rushed to the 2nd floor…and looked just around the Exit gate and found the Toilet signboard to the left…I ran around the Escalators and reached the entrance of the Toilets…I saw the Gents toilet signboard to the left side and a Handicapped toilet signboard for ladies to the right…

I dint have any more patience to find the Normal Entrance for the Ladies Toilet….I rushed in…banged the door close…threw away my purse into door’s latch and proceeded to the Toilet…Once I was out of the Loo, I looked around to admire a Handicap Toilet…Oh, its soo clean and beautiful…and spacious…not like those narrow toilets that we otherwise used…It also had Mirrors, Wash Basins and what not…Wow…this is cool..if only I had a crutches, I could use this one every time..I wondered….

As I was getting fascinated with the toilet, I heard my mom and aunt’s voice outside the toilet door…I could hear them asking somebody where was the Ladies Toilet…Ah, so I don’t have to go around looking for them..they are right there…I got out immediately and found that aunt was in a hurry to get into the washroom…They were also surprised to see me coming out of the toilet…I exclaimed, “Hey Aunt, u can use this..only issue is..this is actually meant for Handicapped”…After a few moments’ thought, Mom declared…NO, it’s a shame..we will go to the other side of the escalator to the Ladies Toilet..and they left the scene…

As I was walking out, I saw my husband sitting in a bench below the escalators…He had one of those grumpy looks in his face…As I walked towards him…He showed face as if to say “Aren’t u ashamed of yourself…”…Ha…so he was not so happy that I used the Handicap Toilet…I was a bit irritated…here, I was suffering from severe infection and was literally rushing off to get into a toilet…and there, hes acting so insensitive…How mean…As I walked towards him, in an authoritative tone, I assured…

“So what…I really had no time to get into the normal one…and there was nobody waiting here also…So what, if it is for Handicap…”

He said…”Have some Shame…People were staring at you…”

As I answered, I took my seat near him facing the toilets…”Ohh, let people stare, they should understand, it was that urgggggg….”

That was the moment, I noticed the signboard….What were the emotions that came on my face at that moment, even I cant explain now…But my husband understood that I hadn’t seen what he had already seen….

I almost wished, if I could melt into thin air…as I unbelievingly stared at the signboard again to confirm…that it was ..

The Toilet for Handicapped Men….


NB: Maybe my urgency to get into the toilet or maybe my dazed eyes as I came in from the hot sun made me not actually realize it was the Gents Toilet….Or maybe seeing the Gents toilet to the left, I might have assumed that it SHOULD be Ladies Toilet to the right…WHATEVER, all I could do after that was…DISAPPEAR….as my husband was all set to send a FLASH NEWS to all friends and relatives …