Friday, June 23, 2006

Marry a murderer - I did not

The hand that caressed me once
Didn’t seem friendly anymore
Felt them throttling me
….i kept thinking about those days of the yore…..

The early ties that were strong –
The memories still lingered on.
But the imprints of the wrong were stronger still,
The night had shadowed the morn !

“Holier than thou”, I say I am not
But slaughter one of my own…..i cannot.
Yet the yoke that supported me
Was stifling me every second
Helpless and cheated, I knew it was over
…beyond any regret or amend.
Living on amidst such humiliation and infamy –
My life I wanted to end…..

The pain was immense, the sores were deep
And yet I had two flowers to keep.
They looked up to me,
Their imploring wide innocent eyes…
I hugged them close
They were the little angels in my life
I’ll live for them, even with sighs.

Their tiny hands in mine,
I feel stronger.
I have a mission to live for-
To banish gunshots from their life
And fill it with sweet sounds of chime.
I will be their caring mother,
Till the end of time.
The world might be plagued with enough of crime
But I’ll take care it doesn’t cloud
Their untampered innocent minds.

Shelter them from the harsh scathing remarks
I’ll take them to paradise
And while the world scorns their tainted ties,
They will live and rise….
Far above all these lies !

Thursday, June 22, 2006

About "fashion freedom"

Baba wrote this for the NGO he is involved with. I am a part of this.......are you???
Trying for more participation and encouragement for this noble cause.

“Fashion Freedom”

“Let the color be with them once”

Incredible India Enables the Fashion World in association with All India Life line society and Sanlika events, a business associate of the International Institute of Fashion Technology (IIFT).

An entirely Indian theme where the disabled people will bring forth the latest trends of fashion before the world with topmost models from India.

“Fashion Freedom” brings to you an opportunity to witness the world of fashion in new color and vigor. India with its multidimensional Color and culture will be presented to you in the form of landscape by our special models with disability.

Richness of Indian heritage on ramp, an opportunity to witness the clouds of Assam, the heights of Himalayas, the back waters of Kerala, folk dresses of Santhals , energy of Punjab, calmness of Gujarat, the ekatas of Orissa in ‘tana’ and ‘bana’ of south and the north.

“Fashion Freedom” will be the first of its kind fashion show to be staged at these destinations, where models with disability will test their mettle along with professional models.

The participation of these special models in these fashion shows intends to awaken and stimulate people to look and think differently about disabled people and their hitherto unexplored potential.

“Fashion Freedom” tries to draw the picturesque India on fashion canvas for the first time, which is no way lesser than any fashion show. In fact by our experience we are aware that it becomes a much discussed and reported event in the media and the society.

Its an amalgamation of trends - a theme that touches the inner core of our conscience, an effort to present beauty in most beautiful way, a dimension added to world of fashion.

The whole concept is packaged in such a way that the Glamour and Fashion remains the prime focus as in any other show, while at the same time our special models would really make it Implausible on a stretched fashion canvas.

Our last event that was held in Delhi created a tremendous hype and a live coverage was primed by Zee News. Our main motto is to take this success to further shores of the society and make this a global movement whereby the shows in Dubai and London (to start with) would be a benchmark for other international destinations to follow.
Let the liquidity of thoughts take a shape in imaginary precincts, stitched together with the theme “Incredible India” by incredible models, igniting the ramps for a cause that needs your support.

We would seek possible tie up’s with NGO’s of International repute working for similar cause in the region / country where these events would be showcased. Apart from proposing the theme “Incredible India” before nations of the world to promote the tourism and sharing colors of India, one of our prime objectives lies in to promote not only the event but also to encourage the “special” models of that region/country by their active participation, besides contributing some proceeds from the show to the NGO’s to further the noble cause.

It is a unique opportunity for anybody and everybody – especially the Global Corporates/MNC’s/Govt organizations/Individuals to not only associate themselves with an event that caters to the intellect of one and all, but also to bring a path – breaking, innovative event to the industry

This unique concept with a strong social message can reach its zenith by your active participation, support and co-operation.

About Us

· International Institute of Fashion Technology (IIFT), the premiere fashion institution of India imparting fashion education, is in its 16th year now, with over 35,000 working professionals serving the Indian garment industry in over 500 companies worldwide. I.I.F.T. is also an ISO 9001-2000 certified institution for imparting quality education having over 50 branches in India and abroad.

· Each year IIFT organizes its Annual Fashion Show event where country’s top notch models present the collection prepared by its final year students. These events are one of the few premiere fashion events of the country and are keenly watched and attended by the who’s who of the fashion industry at large.

· Sanlika Events, however, has added a new dimension to these Fashion Shows in developing the concept of Fashion Freedom and are the Global Event Managers for the same.

· All India Life Line society is an NGO registered in New Delhi, working in multiple field to promote the healthy life at large, its prime focus is promoting health related activities among Indian masses, and promote low priced cure for major diseases.
Few words of the song "father figure" by George Michael......
i wish someone sings for me.......

"I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind

I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you -
'Til the end of time ."

The whole song goes like this.......

That's all I wanted
Something special something sacred -
In your eyes
For just one moment
To be bold and naked
At your side
Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
Maybe this time is forever...
Say it can be

That's all you wanted
Something special, someone sacred -
In your life
Just for one moment
To be warm and naked
At my side
Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
But something tells me together
We'll be happy

I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind

I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you -
'Til the end of time

That's all I wanted
But sometimes love can be mistaken
For a crime
That's all I wanted
Just to see my baby's
Blue eyed shine
This time I think that my lover
Understands me
If we have faith in each other
Then we can be strong

If you are the desert
I'll be the sea
If you ever hunger -
Hunger for me
Whatever you ask for
That's what I'll be...
So when you remember
The ones who have lied
Who said that they cared
But then laughed as you cried
Beautiful darling
Don't think of me
Because all I ever wanted
It's in your eyes baby, baby
And love can't lie, no...
My love is always telling me so...
Just hold on, hold on
I won't let you go, my baby."

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Jolted out.....

Just when I thought that I could relax a bit and breathe easy, here is a news that’ll take away my peace of mind for months to come. Babuji has come over and the hand that was operated this January has fractured again. That’s not all, his hip bone has also been dislocated. Another operation for someone his age (he is 90+) and that too twice within a span of 6 months is quite risky. Keeping our fingers crossed, waiting what the docs have to say…..
Have been feeling quite low since then……the same painful ordeal for Babuji, same running around and hectic schedule for Sirjee and Baba…….the same hospital yet again. Reminds me of the story of Vikram and Baital that I read as a kid..”Baital is back on the tree” and the same story is gonna be repeated in our case as well.
I’ll never talk about breaks and sleep and time to relax ever again…..’cos the moment I do so, there’s something or the other to pull me out of the lazy slumber and get me on my toes !
Hope to get through another of these testing times………Amen!

"Neenni aayi hai..."

Lots of spare time that I can enjoy for a couple of days. My trainer’s leaving the company for a better offer elsewhere and his notice period is about to end this week. Anyways, the work pressure in the office has reduced considerably and that leaves me with a lot of extra time for reading a lot of extra stuff, like nanotechnology, or recent HR practices and trends, etc. Have also found a couple of links to the e-library and so the idle hours glide away smoothly with me reading the novels over cups of lemon tea and coffee. No wonder I finished 25 chapters in just two days flat !!
Cant help wishing though, if I could get a couple of days off…….. I really need a break quite badly. I need a break to grab 10 hours of sleep at a stretch. It seems like ages that I slept for even 8 hours in one go….. Yes, that’s what I crave for these days – sleep, long and peaceful.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

ANNIE'S SONG (John Denver)

This is one of my all time favs.......one of songs that was with me during those two years in the desert.......
its difficult to miss the beautiful lyrics......
so here it goes....

"You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.


...Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

You fill up my senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again. "

About rebirths...

If I were to be reborn…………..would I want my life the way I have lived? Would I want to go through the same set of emotions, commit the same mistakes, meet the same people, etc…..
Saturday’s newspaper had an article in which Pooja Bhatt confessed she has learnt a lot from her life, from her mistakes and if she were to be reborn, she’d want everything just the way they have been in this life.
Though I have had a fairly easy and comfortable life, and even I have learnt from my mistakes ( a lot of them actually ), yet there are a lot of things which I’d want to change if given a second chance. Not from my first 20 years of my life though..cos those were the best years of my life…..pure, unadulterated, uncomplicated, sheltered and protected life, where there was just perfection, innocence, love, faith, everything that I took for granted ‘cos that was linked to my family. My family is one thing that I wouldn’t want to change for anything….for its just them who’ve always loved me unconditionally, who’ve never judged me, who’ve accepted me the way I am, forgave all my mistakes and have been with me through the thick and thin of life, during times when I was happy, when I was depressed, when I wanted to run away and live, when I wanted to kill myself never to see life again ……. Nobody can be as patient with me as they have been.
And then my friends, who’ve been there with me, helped me get stronger, helped me gain so many experiences, helped me recuperate from the mental and emotional upheavals that weighed upon me during my years away from home.
Its difficult at times to pretend to be happy when something deep within still feels empty, hollow, a kind of void that stems out of dissatisfaction…..something that makes me feel as if I’m a misfit, somewhat out of place, some kind of intruder, where nothing seems to be mine, the way I’d want things to be, the way I thought they’d be…..
Is it some kind of make-believe world that I have created around me, a kind of hallucination where I see only the things that I want to, the way I want to, instead of the real picture. Can I go on living in a delusion forever? Happiness is a state of mind, and I feel happy when I say I’m happy, so that’s the state I have created even though I’m still not sure what exactly is it. I was happy earlier too……
Anyways, I have tasted perfection and will not settle for anything less. Either the earlier one needs to be demystified or the present mystified. Was that the perfect love, or is this the more real one?
Only if I had the answers…..

Friday, June 16, 2006

beautiful lines...

Some beautiful lines that i got as a forward today.....

To realize
The value of a sister
Ask someoneWho doesn't have one.

To realize

The value of ten years:
Ask a newlyDivorced couple.

To realize

The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize

The value of one year:
Ask a student whoHas failed a final exam.

To realize

The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

To realize

The value of one month:
Ask a motherwho has given birth to A premature baby.

To realize

The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize

The value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.

To realize

The value of one minute:
Ask a personWho has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize

The value of one-second:
Ask a personWho has survived an accident...

To realize

The value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics

Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend:

Lose one.

Time waits for no one!!!!!.

About my sunsign and me......wonderin how much of it is true....

Aquarius (Jan 21 - Feb 19)The Water Bearer always thinks fifty years ahead in time!

Colour : All the colors of the rainbow.

You as a woman:You are a bundle of contradictions, and the same attitude prevails in love. You are faithful in love, but you can also be detached and aloof, if need be. Your demand for freedom is insistent, but your allegiance to anyone who can accept romance within limits is boundless.You have charming manners, and usually behave in a timid, almost reserved way. You loathe being logical. Your mind travels back and forth between today and tomorrow, with no logical pattern. You follow the same policy with commitment.The line between friendship and love is often invisible to you. You are susceptible to sudden flashes of inspiration, and your intuition is remarkable.

You in relationships: You love to give pleasure, in keeping with your altruistic and philanthropic spirit. You also tend to seek agreement in your friendly and harmonious way, a real boon in the give and take of partnership. You also adore vulnerability in a lover. You need a companion who can help you get in touch with your innermost feelings and teach you to put the analyzing aside.

One must Know the rules when dealing with Aquarius

What you should do:
Be prepared to talk about anything, from the coup in Maui to the burnt dinner last night. The Aquarian has a wide variety of interests, and will want to talk about them all the time.
Give your Aquarian little surprises. They will love it.
Be prepared for emotional detachment, at least the first few times you meet.
Learn to make a mind connection, before a physical one. Intellectual compatibility is important to an Aquarian.
Appreciate the fact that your Aquarian is devoted to special causes.

What you should not do:
Don't be too demanding. The Aquarian hates being bound by rules. Give some breathing space to the relationship.
Don't expect your Aquarius to pop the question in the fifth date. The Aquarian thinks of the whole world as his/her friend.
Don't expect the Aquarian to snap out of a reverie soon enough.
Don't be too critical of the Aquarian dress sense.
Don't try to change the Aquarian mind in a hurry. Give her/him some credit for her/his thinking.

Beautiful you:
You are a shimmering vision, if your awkwardness can be ignored. You do not waste much time being your own best friend. After all, there is a world out there waiting to be loved! You like to look natural, but a little indulgence gets the better of you from time to time. You have a fetish for anything new. And if it is natural, still better! No product in the market can escape your scrutiny, since you are always looking for something new.
You do love yourself, but you always wonder if you are good looking. Your self-esteem needs a boost. Remember, the secret of looking good is making the best of what you have. The first flush of romance or triumph adds more color to your cheeks than any shimmering powder!
No fashion trends for you! All beauty standards are your own. Your independence and love for life make you look good all the time. Your beauty is not of this world -- it's out of it

Its Friday !!!

The much awaited Friday is here…..cant wait for the time when I’ll walk out of this building today evening for two days of absolute rest and holiday…( hoping that there wont be formal visitors this weekend and the usual ones are more like family, so no extra effort ).
Though how much time I’ll have to actually relax is yet to be seen…..cos I have a long list of chores already lined up for the two days. But at least there wont be the early morning chaos to reach office in time….specially when I being a fresher have to make it in time while other people at home are still snoring away when I leave the house! They have the liberty to go at their will, be it 11’o clock or even noon. I’m so jealous of these people who’ve already reached the comfort zone in their career.
I cant even say I’ve been working like a dog….our dog at home actually lives like a “nawab”! Just a month gone by and I’m already tired of it al…its just plain and simple hard work…nothing intelligent, nothing challenging…..but pure mechanical life here.
Have collected around more than 10 sudokus to solve…hope I can find time to do so this weekend. Something that was no less than an addiction earlier is now slowly being pushed to the far corners of the priority list in the daily schedule.
Will try to make the best of these two days…………..hope to catch some good movies, shop around for things needed to set up the house properly and most importantly, get the gas connection transferred!
Am yawning already…..why are days sooooo long?

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

poisonous words.....

With the world cup football on, there is no way I can escape the soccer fever at home as well. It gets a bit too much cos everyone ended up discussing about the same in office as well! Will Poland make it? Will germany win? What happened to Brazil’s performance? And the bets over who’ll be the champ……”I’ll take you to a movie if Germany wins……and you take me to one if Brazil does…” No wonder I lost my appetite!!
And the same story at home……even while at the dining table, all eyes were glued to the TV instead of the plates in front and I had to literally ask at least thrice before eliciting a response from people.
Anyways, the match left me with leisure to watch a movie I had long been planning to. So finally I did manage to watch the “Schindlers’ list”.
No wonder it has been vouched as a great movie!
With some more time in hand, I browsed through some old blog links that I had…..some of them which I purposely had been avoiding for quite some time. So many emotions reflected in few words…..thats the art of writing….vengeance, frustration, spite…….i could see them all. Left me wondering…do I want to read all this? Do I want to know the dark side of the story? Do things actually change so……from something beautiful to actually a feel of being harassed? People can actually make their point so well through this medium…..express their opinion, even threaten others in oblique and yet not so oblique terms……call them names…..”beware you mean things” !
Don’t know about the mean things, I was definitely scared !
Taking Bhownku for a walk is a far better option I realized……at least both of us got some fresh air to clear our heads of the venomous words....me after reading what i did, and Bhownku after Sirjee's scoldings....

Rude food story......

Its enough ! its been a month and half of deprivation and I’ve decided to revolt. I have been forbidden from eating everything that used to be my food till I landed up here……so no breads, no magi or noodles, no cornflakes even, no biscuits, jam , butter or ketchup…..no pizzas ( buhuuu..huuu…) no burgers, no chips or wafers, no cakes and pastries…..
Its just pure “satvik” bhojan all the time. I’m tired of it all! Wanna break free now. At least I’m free to have anything for lunch ( cos I have it in office, so no policing like the one at home). Unfortunately the office canteen doesn’t offer me much of a choice. Those same sandwiches and burgers everyday, without any variation. But as long as its bread, no complains! The black forest is actually good. So I’ve been indulging myself secretly these days. Coming to office, I wish the coffee and tea vending machine was closer still, so that we didn’t have to use the access card everytime we needed water, tea , coffee or for that matter even use the restroom. So much for the high security zones!
The only advantage ( or disadvantage ) of the office is that there is no way one can be aware of the weather outside. Irrespective of time, every hour looks the same. However, office does provide a better option than home in terms of comfort, cos nothing less than air-conditioned office could beat Delhi’s heat, specially when there’s no escape from persistent power-cuts during the day at home. The evenings are fairly better, so stepping out of office in the fresh air is actually quite welcome. And then begins another story altogether…..battling with vegetables in the kitchen, keeping a ready stock of supplies, etc….
Anyways, getting back to the rude-food story, there’s this huge shopping mall just a stone’s throw from my office….. actually mid-way between my home and office. One can find the best of the food outlets there…all the pizza huts, Mc Donalds and a couple of coffee bars and ice-cream parlours as well ( my fav baskin robbins too!) Only if I had some good company, cos food, however good it is, doesn’t taste the same when you are alone. Good food tastes best when shared…..so am hoping some of my friends will find some time to splurge on food with me.
Till then, its just “satvik bhojan” for me. Don’t worry my fav junk foods…...here I come..very soon!
Mission junk food begins with me smuggling in a pack of banana chips to office…..so its right here in my drawer and I can munch on it slowly while I work as well…..howz that?

Gone with the wind.....

Those were the days….when even amidst classes and assignments I could grab a few hours of sleep, enjoy some blissful moments with friends and the solitude of the terrace, when there was no work but to eat and sleep and study at times…….
Life’s taken a turn now……gone are those days of leisure and fun and freedom. No longer can I scream the way I used to, or make faces at each other, get into playful fistfights and a lot more things…..
Life’s become a lot more disciplined, with me becoming the well-behaved perfect Indian bride, the ever smiling ever patient good soul. There’s work, work, more work and some more work…..at home, in the office….everywhere. The terrace at home which was supposed to be the high point while selecting the house, lies neglected as I have been there just twice till today! The television which I missed so badly in the hostel has barely had 10 minutes of my time till date……
The same goes for the broadband connection at home……No time to even check my mails at home!
Always thought that once I’m over with studies, I’ll read lots and lots of novels the whole day. Today I have cupboards full of all kinds of books, but no time. Only if I had more time…..i could do so much more, so many things that I’ve always wanted to…listen to music, read books, paint, sketch, laze around, gaze at the moon from the terrace....the list is endless……but not the time. Time is slipping away….leaving me a lot more insatiate, dissatisfied, with a feeling of chaos deep within.

One of the old friends called up today….and asked me how and when did I get married. Also asked about the person she had seen me with at Nirula’s in the university campus some two years ago……Those old days keep coming back. I still wonder if I’d want that life back..those three wonderful years of my life….friends, hostel, the lawns library…everything. Ahhh yes, the yummy chicken momos! Its actually been sooo long…..
Can I have a time machine please??


Its actually a small world! There was this guy whom my parents had once approached around three years ago for matrimonial alliance. But somehow it was too early for both of us and none of the families were very keen on the match. So the issue was shelved.
Now after all these years I am working as a trainee under him! We laughed our heads off at this discovery. What we thought would be embarrassing for us was in fact a stepping stone to a good friendly relationship. Now Ma is trying to convince me to ask his opinion about M, as if the poor girl hasn’t enough of her problems already.
Lets see, who knows…things may actually work out!
Princess finally met her prince charming this month, though I haven’t been able to talk to her personally abt the meeting. Hope to do it soon.
This day is some sort of quite memorable one…..Baba shaved his beard…perhaps 4th or the 5th time during his entire life till date…the last one being his own wedding. He definitely looks quite handsome…all clean and “chikna”.
People do change….i accept now. Anyways, I’m too happy at this. Sharadji came down for dinner and said that the change was quite apparent in everything. As long as its positive change, I needn’t bother.
Everything’s not actually as bad as I had anticipated. Things are quite smooth and under control…touch wood!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Reunions and farewells....

Just when I thought I’d close my orkut account, I found so many of my old school mates and old friends. That definitely changed my mind..at least to postpone the idea for a while. So many old friends from school, from college, from my MH hostel…….a lot of whom I had been trying so hard to contact. Thanks to orkut !
Couple of good news……both R and M got admissions to engg colleges. Baba was specially elated when they cleared the exams. So the fee drafts made and formal procedures over, our house will be almost empty within a month or so. I have become so used to them being around and helping me in the kitchen as well that I’m definitely gonna miss them terribly.
Of course Sirjee will be there for another year, so I’ll have some kind of support from him. A is leaving for the U.S as well, so its just a matter of another month with him as well. Am planning to ask him to move in with us for this last month, it’ll be easier for all of us. And then I’ll be able to pamper him much better if he’s around oftener.
Have been doing some looking around in this area……for milk parlours, green grocers, grocery shops, beauty parlours, tailors, etc…..besides the usual dhobi, watchman, newspaper boy in the society. Life seems to be getting on a normal track slowly. Babuji will be here to stay with us in a few days.
I was quite careless with papa and ma but I need to be very careful with Babuji and take good care of him. Ma’s operation went on well, thankfully. It would have been far better had Moni been around. Poor thing, even she has her share of involvements. 22 weeks in a village is not gonna be easy!

Adapting to the change...

Bhownku’s getting more and more “human” these days, to the extent of testing my patience. These days he insists on sleeping in our bed, right next to me! Baba has definitely spoilt him. As if the dog hair all over the house was not enough to keep me occupied with the back-breaking cleaning every morning! Now I can feel it all over my bed, black and pricky, shining all over the sheets. He’s such a “nawab”, he’s actually quite prompt in taking the best place right in front of the cooler, refusing to budge an inch. All my efforts trying to keep him out of my bedroom have fallen flat, for even if I succeed for a few minutes, his incessant knock at the door is so irritating that its easier to have him inside the room. What more, he thinks I’m the villain in the house trying to keep him away from his Baba!
Baba refuses to chain him, and it gets quite painful for those who take him out for evening and morning walks. At least he climbs the stairs himself now, thankfully.
Perhaps he’s missing his girlfriend quite a bit. Will ask Baba to take him to Air force station to meet her someday, but then that would mean more of dog vomit in the car and same struggle trying to get Bhownku back home. Nah….bribing Bhownku is a better option.

The other day Baba took Bhownku for a late night walk. There was this person from our own society, driving this “Honda City” who stopped by and almost shouted, “who’s dog is this?”
Baba kept quite for a while, and then said that the dog lives in 5D and he was in the service of the dog. The man mellowed slightly and said that even he had a dog, a “German Sheppard”. “There’s a difference between the breeds you see”. Baba immediately supported, “of course there’s a difference between breeds. You shouted the moment you saw Bhownku, while he didn’t on seeing you.”
The man started his car and left immediately. He’ll know better than to argue with Baba from next time, or call Bhownku an ordinary dog. Baba’ll make sure everyone respects his Bhownku from next time.

The drudgery....

The house still quite bare…..much like the bachelor’s flat that it is. Bro said that our family looked like the one in the movie “satte pe satta” where I just need to start off with a whip in a bid to “civilize” the underclad boys in my house. It is definitely a Herculean task with Baba leading the team of tarzans. Poor me, it wont be long before I give up trying.In fact, at times I feel its easier to join their lot to complete the count from six to seven for more closer association with the movie’s name, and then keep waiting for a “Hema Malini” to do the job….. that definitely sounds easier!
It took me sooo much of pushing and nagging to get at least a refrigerator and a cooler for me! The life’s definitely very hectic…..me trying to juggle between the pressures at the office and handling guests and visitors at home. There are people dropping by everyday, just those formal visits where they think its their duty to do so just because we’ve moved in a new house, some kind of mandatory obligation it seems. Yet its so much fun with the boys ever ready to help me with everything , cracking jokes and ready with their instant quips. Perhaps that’s the reason why I don’t feel tired even after hours of slogging the whole day. There’s just the physical fatigue which I’ll get used to very soon.
Baba got us a sofa , an inverter, a mixer-grinder, a computer table for our system and a centre table….so the house looks comparatively occupied now, not the huge playfield that it used to. The AC’s on the cards next, let me see if I can coerce him soon enough….

The new beginning..

So I’ve begun with my new life…..so different from the one I used to live, almost a striking contrast in several ways. A change is always fun and refreshing, also tests one’s level of adaptability and patience. Its definitely not easy…….i can vouch for that.
We are six people living together….me, my husband, his younger brother and two of the students who are under our care ( Anandji helps a lot of talented students in all possible ways). Ohhh ! that’s just five..
sixth is the head of the family…..the “boss”…..thats our dearest dog “Bhownku” , called so because he would rarely bark. But then its said “barking dogs seldom bite”.
People who know me from my pre-marrriage association, would be surprised at this. I was one of those people who are shit-scared of dogs. To this day when I live with one, touching him, holding him close, I’m still the same person.
Perhaps what helped me accept him was his innocence, the way he’d look up at Baba and me, wagging his tail, rubbing himself against my leg and so on.
The way he left his 52 acres of home to live with us within a confined 17oo sq yards space at the fourth floor of an apartment building helped me empathise with him, cos I had left my home to live in new situation, with new people in a new city….
Donning the role of a mother to these 3 boys and Bhownku, here I am !