Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Happy Birthday Mummy

Yes she never let me call her “AMMA”

Cos she wanted me to learn to speak English

Even though I used to go to English medium school

But never spoke a word in English.

So she emphasized on using “Mummy” instead of “AMMA”.

And whenever some kids teased me

She used to become my bodyguard

And I used to quietly enjoy it when she scolded them.

Even though I was the only child for her,

We never shared a loving mother-daughter relationship

Instead we fought with each other

on any given opportunity and followed by the famous MAUN-VRAT (vow to keep silence).

I was never pampered like everyone assumes,

Instead I used to get beatings from her with wooden ruler every now and then,

Even the broomstick, frying pan weren’t spared in some cases.

And still she was the only one,

who cried when I got married.

She loves cleanliness and she is a very hard working person

And she assumed I would become her replica

Instead I am the exact opposite of her.

She makes many delicious foods and I don’t think I can ever do that.

Sometimes she will give me her cooking tips

And we would end up fighting.

That way we continue our loving relationship.

She is smart, suspicious and courageous lady

to bring up a daughter like me.

And indeed I am what I am only because of her.

She taught me to keep trying until success kisses my feet.

And she let me be lazy when other parents were preaching.

Though she won’t be reading this,

But she knows that I love her in my own way

Even though I never tell her about it.

Happy Birthday Mummy .

Note: A specialty of her bday is that we celebrate it twice in a year, once in March and once in November as we have not being able to solve the confusion of dates yet.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Happy Birthday Gal

We didn’t grew up together                                                        

But went to same college.

We were not in the same class

But had same friend circle.

Became Best Buddies only after college.

Faced almost same type of struggle

Tried for many jobs together with no luck on our side.

Once a astrologer predicted almost same future for us,

But it all turned out to be false (thank god).

Finally got together into one crazy company,

where in conversations grew longer

And five days in a week was never enough.

And yes our long afternoon walks to Bharat Mall

Guess even the cleaner knew us too well over there.

Both loved reading romantic books.

And even loved a drink called Peach Schnapps.

Loved hogging on squid chillie and wine in Village.

Started blogging together

and even knew each other’s password too well.

Sometimes acted as content editor for the blog,

And sometimes even acted as relationships advisor.

Someday shared a special soup from nearby restaurant,

And some day shared a whole North Indian Thali (meal).

Gossiped about everyone as though we were perfect

Went to Bangalore together to clear the CAT

Instead got boozed and enjoyed karaoke in a pub.

Both being the only child to their parents,

Had found a lost sister in each other’s company.

Soon both went separate ways for good,                       

And remained in each other’s heart

As distance and commitments separated us.

Now technology keeps us together

She is and will remain the Charmed One

And I dedicate this to her, on her special day

Happy Birthday Charmed One.

Cheers even though you grow old by a number today.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Is it really a bad omen?

This is my first diwali after marriage and being my favourite festival of the year, I always look forward for it. Diwali means lot of things to lot of people. For me, its all about new dresses, rangoli, lighting diyas, decorating the house, burning lot of crackers and yes of course eating lots of sweets and my list goes on. I have not mentioned about making sweets in the list, as I am not so fond of that part nor I have ever tried making something before diwali.  Just few days before diwali, I brought few diyas and painted them. I am not so good in making rangoli designs and I was surprised, when my MIL told me that the boy was good in making rangoli designs. Since he had not tried it for a long time, I decided to get readymade designs and he did the coloring part. I must say, he is very efficient in it, I mean perfect straight lines and perfect filling. I never expected a guy could be good in rangoli. Well here is 1 photo below depicting the boy’s near perfect rangoli and the other picture depicting my painted diyas.
Boy is not that fond of bursting crackers but on my repeated insistence, he brought few of them and we went down four floors below to burst them. We finished one set of crackers and next moment, there was a little chaos, few people were running back and fro from the building and main entrance gate, asking for a doctor as there was some emergency. We didn’t know what the emergency was but just kept the confusion to ourselves. Then boy asked me to go back home and he went in search for a doctor. On my way to home, I kept asking few people “what happened?” but nobody knew anything. With a confused look and my left over crackers, I climbed the four floors to reach my home. I waited for boy’s phone call but there was no sign of it. After forty five minutes of waiting, boy came home and by looking at his face expression, I knew there was bad news. I waited for the boy to disclose the news; he disclosed that one person had died in the neighboring building due to cancer. Everything happens so fast, one moment we are celebrating and next we are mourning.

I felt really bad and my condolences are wit the lost ones family even though we don’t know them but one soul has just left his body. Diwali didn’t turn out to be the diwali I had hoped for. I was upset with all the things that happened that evening. Later boy hugged me and asked me not to think of it as a bad omen. I don’t know what to make of it, but the thought of bad omen lingers on.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

What sweets did you prepare this Diwali?

 That’s the question I have being questioned by innumerable relatives and cousins. And I would  just say innocently “Nothing”. But my MIL (mother-in-law)  did make few sweets as being my first diwali after marriage. Then the second question arises from their mind “Ok so did you atleast help her in making them?”.  Again innocently I say “Yes I helped her in the final stage by being the taste judge of all the items being prepared.”  I tasted the first besan laddu and gave MIL, my invaluable comments that the laddu had indeed turned out perfect and can nicely be hogged upon without thinking too much about the weight. Then came the turn of another sweet named “karanji”. Well  I don’t know the English name for it but  its preparation involves lot of hard work compared to other sweets and moreover, very few people like to eat  more than one piece of it. So as you can guess, I get to taste the first Karanji being made my MIL and again gave her a thumbs up sign to let her know that it was indeed very crunchy and not very sweet, just perfect sweet. And then came the most favourite sweet enjoyed by all and eaten at regular intervals by most named “ShankarPali”. Again I don’t know the English name for this, and as usual, I still didn’t go to help my MIL in the preparation of this sweet as well, I ate three to four pieces of shankarpali and again gave thumbs up sign for MIL.  And other sweets, we just brought them from shops and few my aunty brought over for letting me hog.  I know I am not good DIL (daughter-in-law) yet but for time being  it’s the best way I could help MIL and share my diwali wishes with you all. Happy Diwali and Happy New Year. I know its just bit too late but I have heard Diwali lasts till Tulsi Puja and after all I was so busy helping my MIL , so you  can usually understand the delay in posting this post on my blog. And before I forget, do let me know about the sweets you prepared this Diwali.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Good and Bad Score

Below two lines are in Hindi language:

"Kya aap jaante hai aap kitne acche or kitne bure hai. Jaaniye apne andar ke ache aur bure ka score. Score janne ke liye sms kare, GVBH (Aapka Naam) to XX777.Rs 3/sms."

Above message translated in English below:

“Do you know how good are you or how bad are you? Now you can know the score of your inner goodness and badness. To know your score, just sms GVBH (Your Name) to xxx77. Rs.3/sms.”

Above message was sent by Vodafone Customer Care. They keep sending so many messages and I keep deleting them but this one I couldn't let it delete that easily. It had got my attention and I had to react on it. I am flattered, just by my name; I can now know my good and bad score and that too just for Rs 3. ROFL !!! I can’t stop laughing; I mean what the hell these sms center think of themselves? Do they really think that they are gaining customers like this? I am really bugged by their messages and thinking of shifting to another Telecom network.

Since the message had irritated me a lot, I decided to irritate the boy too. So I sent him the same above message with few changes as typed below in hindi:

"Kya aap jaante hai aap kitne acche or kitne bure hai. Jaaniye apne andar ke ache aur bure ka score. Score janne ke liye sms kare, ILU (Mera Naam) teen bashaavo mein mere number par.Rs 1/ sms "

Above message translated in English below:

"Do you know how good are you or how bad are you? Now you can know the score of your inner goodness and badness. To know your score, just sms ILU (My Name) in 3 different languages to my number. Rs 1/sms only."

I am still eagerly awaiting boy's reply as he claims to be busy in work and seems to be unaffected by such sms.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Little Diary

Little diary,

Which knows

many secrets

Of Mine has become a friend.

Started as a habit of writing every night

And now turning out to be my strength,

And wealth in times of need.

It doesn’t even judge me,

No matter how dirty my secrets are!!

It just becomes a witness to all my pretty sins,

My short lived happiness,

And to my lost world.

It knows all in and out.

It’s a dangerous secret,

If misplaced in wrong hands

It could lead into disastrous situations.

Started as a hobby and now turning out to be a dangerous game

Little diary knows it ALL.

(Above Image  via flickr )

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Short Story : Missing Her

Today I will take a walk instead of autorickshaw which I normally take while going home. Anyways I am not in a hurry to reach home, as she is not here. Otherwise she would call and shout: where are you?  Why are you late? Yeah she says she is concerned but the way she screams on phone makes me thinks otherwise. Is it really concerned or just curious if I am roaming with somebody? Then she will give a list of things to be purchased like I am some shopkeeper providing home delivery service. And in the end, she will say, come fast, I am waiting.  I use to control my anger because I use to feel dominated by her but I ignore it and would just say Okay.

When I rang the door bell of the house, I half expected her to run from the bedroom to open the door but it’s my father who opens it. And I enter the house and still half expecting her to take my wallet to keep it safely in the cupboard, she says she loves it but I like it more than her, though I have never told her this. But alas, there is no sign of her anywhere in the house. I go to my room and open the cupboard to place the watch, and change my clothes.  She is not in the balcony so that I could pinch her at the back and tease her for being fat. Not that it matters to me, but she gets irritated, so I do it. I lie on the bed, imaging her face, her giggles and her long curly hair, she looked like an innocent child but she is not here, I can only smell her perfume on the pillow cover.

My head is splitting with headache. It’s being there, since the time she went away. When she was here, she liked massaging my face and the body. She used to enjoy it and it was her regular chore before we cuddled in the night. Then one day, she wanted to make love under the open sky, she had fantasized it for a long time, so we did it in once at 2 am in the terrace. She loved singing. She didn’t have a great voice but just to irritate me, she would do it. She never liked taking orders from me. If I did, I would end up hearing her set of complaints about how much she is compromising in her life by marrying me. She behaved like a queen and indeed she was for me, a prized possession I enjoyed my life with. We were married for two years but still behaved like kids fighting for a single toy. She was a darling of my parents.  Not that she did any housework, infract she didn’t do any work at all in the house. She knew her way around with my mom. She loaded her with gifts and use to pamper her. And get special whisky bottles for my dad. And I had fallen in love with her at first sight. So she had us all under her charm.

One night she surprised me by singing a lullaby. And it sounded so horrible, that I had to kiss her for a longest time before she finally gave up. I can still feel her laughing under my lips.  It’s being two months since I lost her in a car accident. She wasn’t even driving, Oh god! It was not even her fault.  We had our lovers tiff and just to prove that she can manage alone, she went off alone to have her roadside delicacies. I only wish I had gone with her. That unfateful day, destiny had made plans for her. A young boy in his twenties, royally drunk, lost control of his car and hit her and she died on the spot due to internal bleeding. In death also, she proved herself right that she can manage alone. It’s only I who cannot manage alone now. I am missing her.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Love or Arranged Marriages

There are people those who will advice you
Never go for love marriage
OR Never go for arranged marriage
OR Never marry only
But I would like to tell you
Marriage, arranged or love,
It requires a whole amount of
Your Time,
Your Caring Nature,
Your love,
Your patience and
Lastly and most importantly
Your  Forgiving nature.
I guess we all have this in us
but sometimes we just don’t want to 

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

While climbing

I climb the stairs with great difficulty, not that I am too old to climb this staircase. But thinking of the four floors which I have to climb and reach without an elevator makes me all the more tired and I stop at every floor to catch a breath. And sometimes while climbing I wonder if someone is observing me and laughing at me for getting tired so easily. And then I hope that sweetheart would lift me up and drop me home. I know it is tiring for him also but it’s a just passing thought. And yes while climbing I even peep at others house, to see what kind of people live here and sometimes to see the interiors of their house. Some people’s house are so good, it looks like crafted right out of a interior design book, but when you observe the exterior of this building, it looks old, dirty and ready to fall at a little mini earthquake of 1 richer scale. When I observe the ground floor lighting, I make a mental note that I would never buy a house in ground floor as it would be prone to all kind of attacks, what if rain water comes inside your room, or a stranger barges into your house or if some neighbors threw a waste from top floors. Glad that I don’t own a ground floor house, I move on to the first floor. Yay I finally managed one floor without getting tired and I admire all the rooms on that floor, because they are lucky to have houses in this floor. And I look for any girl or a woman, who can become my friend. But like the ground floor, no doors are open here and no one is outside. And I look up, counting, how many more floors remaining to reach my house. And then slowly breathing I reach the second floor. For a change, there are many shoes outside each house and I notice that one of the house owner is providing tutorial for drawing. So there are many small children’s in that house. I peep in that house, hoping to join the classes for learning drawing and I look at the teacher and smile and I dash off to the next floor by taking a heavy breath. And I feel overly restless and tired and hoping my house would shift one floor below, so that I don’t have to climb one extra floor. I stop here for a long time to catch my breath and start hoping for a miracle to take place. But such a thing never happens, and slowly I lift my legs to reach the final floor, the fourth floor, that’s where I live and I am completely breathless when I ring the bell. As the door opens, I run to my room and take a small nap under the fast fan to stop being breathless. And I start making mental note, that I would never buy a house in fourth floor.

Monday, September 12, 2011

For no reason

Sometimes destiny brings us together for no apparent reason and takes us far away from each other for no apparent reason. But they say that whatever happens, it happens for our good. I ask what good is there to meet someone, love someone, being loved by that someone and then loose them forever. Why go through all this circle of emotions for no apparent reason, where in lays only the sad part of life.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Happy Birthday Sweetheart

Happy birthday sweetheart
You are adorable
You are irresistible
You are fun
You are loving
You are smart
And you are mine
And I raise my wine glass
To do cheers with your beer glass
To know that you are special
And I hope to make this day also special
As you have made my life special with your presence

By wearing a deep red color gown
Holding your hand firm
Looking deep in your eyes
And heart filled with emotions
I ask for a dance with you
I ask for a lifetime with you
I ask to be your friend
I ask to be your soul mate
I ask to be your companion
I ask to share your sins
I ask to share your joy
I ask to share your sorrow
I ask to share your dreams
I ask to share your drink
I ask to share our life together
And lastly, I ask to smear the cake on your face
Happy birthday sweetheart 

Monday, August 15, 2011

I am proud to be an Indian

Our tricolor flag speaks volumes for us as a nation and as a country and clearly indicates who we are even if each one of us is different in our own way. And as the tricolor merges into one and forming  our country's flag, I think even we need to join hands together for a better tomorrow.

Happy Independence Day - Come let us stand  together for a better future of our country. For a change, let us do something, so that our country feels  proud of us.  Each effort towards a better India, will not be waste as it is always assumed. It will lead somewhere to a better place than we are at present.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Here is for another rainy day

Here is for another rainy day

Where in you would want to get wet by holding them near
And that someone wouldn't want to do the same.

Sometimes you miss someone so much
That you start fighting with them for no reason at all.

And sometimes you fight with them so much
That you wish that you had never met them at all.

Sometimes you want to be with the person 
Who loves you and thinks of you only the whole time

And when such a thing happens
You start looking for some one
Who thinks of things other than you.

Sometimes someone will love you so much
That you would find excuses and reasons to be away from them

And when you start realizing their worth
You would be left with only reasons and excuses.

And so the rainy day continues....

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Don't know what to write about

So I am writing about writing itself. 

I want to write down lot of things
but when I actually start writing
I end up only with few words to spare

and sometimes it so happens 
that I do write down lot of things 
but they don't actually make any sense to me
and I post it,hoping that it makes sense to some one else

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Poochie - my stuffed doggie

Once I had a stuffed doggie which I fondly called as "Poochie". It had a mixture of golden and white furs. It was very soft and plump to hold. It had round eyes like a black button and red tongue hanging out his mouth as though waiting to be fed. I use to cuddle with it all night and speak to him in day time whenever I felt sad. It gave solace even with its silence and cute face. Some days I wished, it could speak to me or may be by some miracle, it could start wagging his tail.

One night, it so happened, that I had a terrible dream, where in full slab of tiles had fallen over my face and I had being severely injured and I cried out in pain and woke up every one around me.Then I realised that it was only a dream and every one went back to sleep. It started thundering and raining heavily. There were loud sounds of trees falling down. Then I saw Poochie  lying around me and strangely it looked like as though it was possessed. I felt his eyes shine in the dark and it scared the hell out of me. I saw his tail move for one moment. It looked like that it was going to start talking to me but before it could do such a thing, I managed to keep it out of my sight. I don't know if it was my imagination or it really happened but it spooked me out. I couldn’t sleep that night nor could I hold Poochie that night or any future nights. I covered myself fully with my blanket, even though I couldn’t breathe properly within the blanket, I didn’t dare to peep through it. I continuously twisted and turned in my bed to get sleep and desperately waited for the morning to arrive.

Somehow the long night got over and  sunlight appeared. I was scared to touch Poochie in the day light. I didn’t even have the guts to look at its eyes. With great determination and taking all the possible god's names, I lifted and packed Poochie  inside one suitcase so that it could never scare me again. Sometimes, we have to be careful of what wish we make, cos you never know it might actually come true in any form.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Random ramblings

Rambling 1:  "Life has become a puzzle to be solved
                    Waiting for the right pieces to fall in their correct places
                    Until then it’s all about having patience to move on."

Rambling 2:  "Love is like a dark chocolate
                    Its looks all tempting from the outside
                    But once you have tasted it,
                    It doesn’t feel like a chocolate anymore."

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

When He Is..

When he is near, I want him to hold me and love me.

When he is away, I want him to miss me the minute he says me ‘goodbye’.

When he is with me, I want him to look deep in my eyes.

Together in a crowd, I want him to hold my hands.

In a party, I want his eyes searching for me.

When in fight, I want him to use the pillow.

In happiness, I want him to lift me up like a trophy.

In sadness, I want him to kiss away all my tears.

When in doubt, I want him to hold me tight.

And in silence, I want him to read me.

And the saga continues….

I don’t know what you call this

I want him with me always.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Just Married

Has it happened to you that you don’t want that some things to happen in your life at all and you dread the worst of it .And no matter how hard you try, it still happens to you and with all the courage you accept it and fear the worst to happen. And once it actually happens, you actually like it and in fact you enjoy every moment of it and feel blessed that it actually happened.

Well I don’t know how to write those feelings that I feel right now but it’s all a jumble of emotions and you are too stunned to react. Well now I truly believe that marriages are made in heaven and I consider myself a blessed soul to feel all this emotions at this time.

There are lots of changes a woman goes through from being single to being married and it’s a difficult path for any woman to cross it. But when there is a man beside you who loves you, then this crossing of paths also becomes sweeter than you assume. From no tikka to one red tikka on your forehead, from no bangles to many colorful bangles on your hand, from jeans to sarees and from being daddy’s little gal to becoming someone‘s sweetheart, and from one name to a new name and with it many new relationships to accept and still more to experience. And yes I love all of it even though I make a mess of it.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


ab is dard ne aisa mod liya hai
ki isse bayan karne ke liye koi shabd nahi
har kahani ko ek anth ya shuruvath nahi milta
kisi ko yaha mukamal jahan nahi milta
jab kabhi tumhari yaad ayegi
hum apne yaadon se simmat ke ro lenge
aur shayad iske aage humse kuch nahi likha jayega

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

तिरंगे को सलाम

आज  तिरंगे को सलाम है 
 आज हम भी  तिरंगा  को ऊंचा करेंगे  
जम्मू या कन्याकुमारी में  नहीं 
लाल चौक का किला भी नहीं 
पर आज हम इससे अपने दिल में ऊंचा करेंगे
हम अपने दिल में ख़ुशी से लहराएँगे
इसे धरती का कोना या अम्बर की गहराई नहीं चाहिए
सिर्फ अपने दिल में थोड़ी सी जगह दे दो 
वोह ख़ुशी के  तीन रंग  सारे जहाँ में फ़ैल जायेगा 
यह तिरंगा, जो शान्ति, एकता और प्यार का प्रतीक है 
आज फिर से उसे दिल से सलाम है 
आओ चलो हम भी लहराये तिरंगे को अपने दिल में |

Saturday, January 15, 2011

rOADS of love

is not at all that easy as they appear to be.
Yes we all like a lover 
I mean who doesn’t love it.
Our mind is filled with all these filmy philosophies of being in love
Who doesn’t like to be courted?
Who doesn’t like to be loved?
With all those romanticism in our mind
We are obsessed with the “love” word itself
That we can never get over it.

But after all this, comes the toughest part
                Our parents
Who cannot understand all this love philosophy at all!
Yes we love them and respect them with all our heart

And suddenly the same loving and doting parents of ours
Turn out to be the villain in our love story.
They find the respective faults with our choice of lover
And we find faults in their orthodox way of thinking.

So here we go in a roller coaster ride of love life
Where we have to manage our lover in one side
With all those great notions, that everything is fair in love and war
And that it’s just a matter of time and everyone will agree with our selected lover.
And then you hear a little sob in one corner of the house
And in between those sobs, you feel their disappointment with you
And you feel all guilty and sad to cause them such pain

Well I don’t know how the lovers do it?
Wondering what those parents feel whose kids elope with their lovers
And in some lucky cases, parents even accept their child back
But for some, parents consider them dead forever.
Few even sacrifice their love for the sake of parent’s happiness

Well some move on, and some hope that some day, everything will be alright
Until then it’s all about waiting and hoping the best.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Something to smile about

Life is giving me some moments to smile about
But this heart is not satisfied
As it wants to smile every moment of this life
But this life is not giving me those moments

So for now, I am treasuring those small moments
As I don’t know, when I will need them 
to make me smile again.