tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89521038244349474472024-03-19T16:32:14.854+05:30Zaraa HatkeThe title may suggest that something is 'zaraa hatke', but let me assure you, there is nothing here that is different from the ordinary, except perhaps - my posts are completely random and my blog pages are too messy to be categorised..... :) :)
Started blogging to see what the heck is this blogging all about and now continuing with writing whatever comes to my mind!
So with this disclaimer in mind, readers are taking the journey into my blog at their own risk!The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-43432091270043962042016-11-24T21:20:00.002+05:302016-11-24T21:20:49.825+05:30Sashti Vizha in Hong Kong<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A tribute to writer Amarar Kalki. Fully original content. I had written this for my son's fancy dress competition. A slightly simpler/abridged version available <a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.hk/2016/10/the-one-competition-and-two-winners.html"><i><b>here</b></i></a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ஈன்ற பெற்றோர் இட்ட பெயர் கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தி,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">தமிழ் பயின்ற கற்றோர் முன் என் பட்ட பெயர் கல்கி!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">காவேரி நதிக்கரை ஓரத்திலே,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">பிராட்டியின் தம்பியும், ஆழ்வார்க்கடியான் நம்பியும்,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">இவர்கள் காட்டிய வேடிக்கைகள், அதை எழுவது என் வாடிக்கைகள்!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">அலை கடலும் ஒயிந்திருக்க, என் அகக்கடலும் பொங்கியது!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">'பொன்னியின் செல்வன்' என்னும் காவியம் என் அகத்தில் வந்து தங்கியது!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">பிரிந்தது இரு உள்ளம், பெருகியது சோக வெள்ளம்!</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">இதுவே கதையின் கருவானது, </span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">'சிவகாமியின் சபதம்' உருவானது.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">முன்னம் அவன் நாமம் கேட்டவள், மூர்த்தி அவன் வண்ணம் கேட்டவள்.</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif;">பல்லவன் அந்த புவியரசனை மறந்தாள், வல்லவன் அந்த ஆடாலரசன் தாள் தலை பட்டாள்.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;">கனா கண்டான் பார்த்திபன் என்ற சோழன், அதை நிறைவேற்றினான் அவனது ஜடாமுடி தோழன்!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;">சோழ இளவரசன் பல்லவ இளவரசியின் காதல் மந்திரம்</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;">அதையும் அரசியல் ஆக்கியது சக்ரவர்த்திகளின் ராஜ தந்திரம்!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">Note: This is wholly written by me. If the readers are impressed (am happy :-D :-D)and want to use it in their projects, they are free to do so. However, they are expected to give due credit/reference to my page in their projects! Otherwise I think it mounts to plagiarism! ;) ;)</span></span></div>
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The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-3124223735238562502016-10-07T09:49:00.000+05:302016-10-07T21:29:58.435+05:30One Competition; Two Winners<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">So it was that time of the year when I was 'in transit' - from Singapore to Hong Kong via Chennai; transit of about a month trying to juggle a relocation, 3 month old baby and 6 year old ball of energy - did I just say ball? Well! I meant my boy! So that's how it all started. Just to engage my son, and give some fodder to his thinking, I enrolled him in a couple of classes and through them, a couple of competitions. So, this one was organised by Mylai Tiruvalluvar Tamil Sangam - a competition with about 10 categories and here he was wanting to participate in all 10 categories. I was trying to put some sense into him saying - "Agreed that you're bored, no home works, no school, fine! but you can't be serious about wanting to participate in all 10 categories." But of course, I forgot that he was my own burning ball of energy and restlessness, " Ma, Please, I have all the time in the world, you please help me practise and I will participate in all categories." I thought this was going to be tough, very tough and absolutely insane - the date was just about 10 days away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Little did I know that this competition was going to bring out the best in him and me :) :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The competition saw him participate in all 10 categories and win prizes in 4. The best part was he was very cool and confident about the whole thing. A place where I saw many parents pulling their children along, giving them last minute practices, making the children rehearse, taking them to the various competition venues and literally pushing them inside, here was my boy - running around going to the various rooms all by himself, playfully. When I tried to stop him and enquire how did his category no .x and y go, he was ready with - "Ma, am done with 4, so 6 more are remaining. Am running towards that classroom now! Bye! This is much more fun than I had thought ma!". He managed all by himself, Well almost! He did need some help with the props (for the drawing competition category) and costume change (for the fancy fancy dress and mono act), snack/water break with biscuits, etc. But no help with any last minute 'reminders' for the competitions :) :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The competition also saw me don the writer cap. A role for which I had had no time till then, a part which I thought I could no longer play. It was a small write up for his fancy dress category of the competitions. I wanted to choose a character which was not the routine one, which would not cost me much for make up and props, which would go with the theme of Tamil competitions and which I could write about. And I came up with this -</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">வணக்கம்! நான் எழுத்தாளர் கல்கி கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தி. ஈன்றவர் இட்ட பெயர் கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தி, தமிழ் சான்றோர் முன் என் பட்ட பெயர் கல்கி. என் கை வண்ணத்தில் வந்த காவியங்கள் பல.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">காவேரி நதிக்கரை ஒரத்திலே,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">நான் அமர்ந்து யோசித்த நேரத்திலே,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">வந்தன பாத்திரந்கள் என் நெஞ்சத்த்ிலே</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">வந்தியத்தேவனும், குந்தவை பிராட்டியும்,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">பிராட்டியின் தம்பியும், ஆழ்வார்க்கடியான் நம்பியும்,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">இவர்கள் காட்டிய வேடிக்கைகள், அதை எழுவது என் வாடிக்கைகள்!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">அலை கடலும் ஓய்ந்திருக்க, என் அகக்கடலும் பொங்கியது!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">'பொன்னியின் செல்வன்' என்னும் காவியம் என் அகத்தில் வந்து தங்கியது!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">அவனுக்கு நரசிம்மன் என்ற இளவரசன்.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">அவன் தலை நகர் காஞ்சி, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">அங்கே சிவகாமி என்ற வஞ்சி.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">காதல் காவியத்த்ில் கண் பட்டது, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">நரசிம்மர் சிவகாமி உள்ளம் புண் பட்டது.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">புலிகேசி செய்த வஞ்சனை, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">சிவகாமிக்கோ தண்டனை.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">இதுவே கதையின் கருவானது, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">'சிவகாமியின் சபதம்' உருவானது.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">முன்னம் அவன் நாமம் கேட்டவள், மூர்த்தி அவன் வண்ணம் கேட்டவள்.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">பல்லவன் அந்த புவியரசனை மறந்தாள், வல்லவன் அந்த ஆடாலரசன் தாள் தலை பட்டாள்.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">அடுத்த கதை சற்று வினோதம்! நட்பாக மாறியது ஒரு விரோதம்.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">கனா கண்டான் ஒரு சோழன், அதை நிறைவேற்றினான், அவன் பல்லவ தோழன்.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">அந்தக் காவியம் பார்த்திபன் கனவு, இந்த தமிழ்ச் சபைக்கு என் புது வரவு.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">'சோலைமலை இளவரசி', 'கள்வனின் காதலி', அவர்கள் ஆசையில் எழுந்த 'அலை ஓசை', ஒலித்த இடமோ 'தியாக பூமி'.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">என் காலம் முடிய நான் விட்ட நூல், 'அமர தாரா'.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">அந்த நூலை முடிக்க எவரேனும் இங்கு வந்தாரா?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">அதிலே சென்றது என் நாட்டம்</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He did not win prize for this. But this write up will remain very close to my heart. It brought back some good memories and some very very good experiences - during the preparations for the competitions and during the competitions! But most importantly it rekindled the fire to write about things that I love and my love for writing itself - language no barrier! :) :) :) :) It brought back the writer in me whom I love and don't want to lose.</span></span></div>
The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-40897179876023122602014-01-29T15:25:00.001+05:302014-01-29T15:25:32.932+05:30Rediscovery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
you go away for days together<br />
your work takes you away farther<br />
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just when i begin to think<br />
perhaps fading is our love ink<br />
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you spring a surprise, getting me presents<br />
making me surmise, love is still present<br />
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the small things that you take care of<br />
remind me that i am loved for...<br />
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the bigger things that you ignore<br />
i reckon.. are important no more...<br />
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in this game of life<br />
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for all things said and done,<br />
for all the trophies played and won<br />
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i realise, from where i do stand and stare<br />
in front of you, my life has been laid bare<br />
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that's when it hit me,<br />
right now and right here,<br />
i am doing things never thought i would,<br />
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oh! what am i without you<br />
you made me rediscover myself,<br />
quite.. out of the blue!</div>
The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-47506725531819866602011-12-15T00:51:00.004+05:302011-12-15T01:25:43.320+05:30Blogs I Follow(ed)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been a while since I sat to write something - forget about writing something worth posting! In fact it's been a while since I even visited my blogger page (I occasionally visit my blogger page to see if there are any updates and then to visit my friends' blog pages). No updates on my dashboard today too, as usual. Then I decided to visit the blogs of my friends - the links under the section 'Blogs I frequent'. No updates there too, as usual!</div>
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As I visited blog page after blog page of my friends, I noticed that many of them have also not updated anything for a long long time now. I was not the only one 'not writing', my friends are not writing too, or if they were writing, they were not posting it or if they were writing and posting, they were not doing it in their 'old' blog page, the links to which I have in my home page. </div>
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So where have my writer friends gone? Suffering from the same problems as mine - 'writer's block'? or perhaps 'no time'? or perhaps not updated their 'contact information' with me? Balancing families, children, marital responsibilities and work, career, future planning do take up a lot of time, but good writers not taking time to pen down something saddens me! Yes! Disappoints me. </div>
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Writing is a vent for pent up emotions. When I strongly feel about something or someone, words automatically fall through. Perhaps, that is one of the reasons, why I had not written anything for a long while. I did not feel so strongly about anything till now. But seeing my friends' blog pages too not updated for many months, I feel sad! Is the circle of everyone's life revolving so fast, that no one has time to even feel strongly about something or perhaps no one has time to give a vent to those strong emotions?</div>
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Well, at least thanks friends, your silence served as the catalyst for my writing. But no thanks! this is one 'fuel' I would never want to use for my blogger 'engine' again. Please come out of your sabbatical! Or at least give me your latest blog page url where I can read your latest posts! Please.</div>
</div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-90846815735891245362011-03-26T21:03:00.006+05:302011-03-26T21:31:42.242+05:30Eppadi irundha naan ippadi ayitten... (How I was and How I am!))<div style="background-color: transparent; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.21234371606260538" style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " >Listed below are a few changes in my lifestyle pre and post wedding! </span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.21234371606260538" style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " ><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.21234371606260538" style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " >Rationally, I think, </span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.21234371606260538" style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " ><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span id="internal-source-marker_0.21234371606260538" style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">1) Most people face the same issues before tying the knot and after tying the knot. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">2) Most of 'After Marriage' is applicable for people after marriage, after having 1 or 2 kids and when the couple is working</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">3) A few of 'Before Marriage' is applicable for people after marriage, both working but before kids :) :)</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><b><i><u>Before Marriage:</u></i></b></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Getting up ‘early’ in the morning:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> at </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><b>7 AM</b></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> to catch the bus at </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><b>7.45 AM</b></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Can get up ‘late’ for the weekend:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> at </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><b>10.30 AM </b>or even in the afternoon! Who cares</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">! It’s a free weekend after all!</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Preparing the grocers list for the month:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> 4 packets Maggi Noodles, 4 packets Top Ramen Noodles, Instant soups of Maggi and Knorr - tomato, mixed vegetable, mushroom, chinese manchurian, blah, blah - </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">2 each. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> At least 1 cup Noodles - for days when we (me and my room mates) are so tired that we</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> cannot even make the 2 min noodles or the 5 min soup!</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>(Gossips are an integral part of a woman’s life! They are every woman’s birth right! A woman cannot survive without this small talk!)</i></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Gossips:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> "Did you know the latest about this movie star......?" "C’mon Yaar what is cooking between them in that XYZ project?" "Can you imagine, she actually turned him down?"</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Weekend plan:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> Going on trekking, mountaineering, b’day parties (at home or at a nice restaurant) or even plain simply, stay ahome and sleep 2 full days.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Free time:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> "I am free now (which I am anyway, most of the times), lemme call up XYZ and do some time pass. Well.. NO call, it will be over pretty soon, let me sms, that will continue for a longer time - save money and spend a lot of time! :) :)"</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><b><i><u>After Marriage:</u></i></b></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Getting up ‘early’ in the morning:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> at 5.30 AM to do the morning chores! (My husband did give me stare when he read this line! But then, as usual, it is ok ;) ;)</span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Can get up ‘late’ for the weekend:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> at 7.30 AM. We can do the morning chores at leisure!</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Preparing the grocers list for the month:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> mustard, dhaniya, fenugeek, salt, sugar, dal varieties... and ah.. yes, mainly rice! Apart from this...mm...soaps, soap powder and I think I will get dishwash liquid too. Need not run to the shop if it runs out in the middle of the month!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Gossips:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> "Did you know her m-law actually gave her 8 month old son, chicken soup? How thoughtless!" "Sometimes(only sometimes) this may move to - Did You know what happened in tht saas-bahu serial, can u ask ur m-law and tell me? My m-law was asking me abt it. She apparently missed it because of a stupid phone call!" "Hey, you know what!! Lemme tell you what happened in my hubby’s office ysday."</span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Weekend plan:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> cleaning house on the first day of weekend and shopping for grocers to sustain the week on the second day of the weekend. Any big shopping (for any impending event) or taking the kid out (to sight seeing, play park, or zoo) happens invariably on the first day of the weekend.</span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>Free Time:</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> Phew!!! free time at last (such an opportunity does not present itself very often when the couple is working and also have a kid at home to manage), let me sit peacefully for a few seconds, catch my breath and do actually nothing!!!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " ><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">So friends, this is the routine! I know quite a few 'before and after marriage' have been left out! </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>But then this is not a marriage counselling book and I already have a bad reputation of long blog posts! :) :)</i></span></span></div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-59941666930000308942011-02-01T10:32:00.002+05:302011-02-01T10:38:25.430+05:30When My Parents Came to Dubai...<div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span id="internal-source-marker_0.35243843402713537" style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><b>Snippets from my parents’ stay in Dubai....</b></span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">One of the friends of my father had come with my parents on their trip to Dubai. It was late in the night, by the time we reached home after picking them all up from the airport. It was the first time, I was entertaining any relatives to ‘my house’ after my wedding. So I wanted to present a decent picture but all that l I could manage was a little walking space in the living room, so that they can at least walk without stepping on to any toy/newspaper/dried up milk tumblers!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">A few minutes after they all entered the house and were done with changing to their night dresses, my uncle boasted, “I would just look at the way a house is and say very easily who maintains it, who’s in charge of things at home!” Feeling a little guilty at the way the house was and dreading if he may say that my hubby only maintains our house, I asked him, “So, uncle? Whom do you think is in charge of things here? Who maintains things here?” Pat came his reply, “Oh! I am sure neither of you does any housekeeping work here! The house is so messy that I am sure both of you don’t do any cleaning work at all!”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><i>I should never have asked him!!!</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">-----------------------</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">We had arranged to go on a desert safari. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">The pick up van arranged by the organising agents was on time to pick us up and also drop us back. When being dropped back home, we realised that the driver had taken us through a longer route while going to the desert and a shorter route while coming back home. We asked the driver the reason for this, Was it not logical that while going we would want to be there earlier than be late? When asked why the longer route during the up journey, the driver replied, “Because I was instructed not to reach the desert before 5 PM and we had left from your place well before time”. We began to wonder what if we had reached before 5 PM, we could have as well waited outside the desert. What was the need to waste so much petrol and roam about 10-15 kms in traffic just because we were before time! Isn’t that what we do back in India? Always take the shorter route, always minimise the travelling distance and time. Then we realised that a litre of petrol is cheaper(1.7 AED) than a bunch of coriander (2 AED) and with such beautiful driving-friendly highways, why would not people here drive longer if they were earlier than wait!!!! Coming from a place where we get free coriander with purchase of vegetables but are forced to take public transport because of petrol prices, we were justified in our doubts but we felt the driver thought it was funny that we were talking about ‘taking shorter route’, ‘saving petrol’, ‘ minimising driving difficulty’, etc!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">---------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">It was the second day after their arrival here and we were planning to take the metro for the day’s sight seeing. Just when we were entering the station, I noticed the train waiting in the platform. I told my parents to rush. We took the elevator from the concourse to the platform and the minute the doors of the elevators opened, I saw a train was already waiting in the platform. So I just ran into the metro train pushing my son’s stroller. A second later my dad and mom followed. When I asked my father what took him that delay (my parents are usually faster than me in running and catching train/bus, etc :), he replied, “When the doors of the elevators opened, i wondered what these people are doing here - sitting on benches in the middle of the platform and where is the train!? It took a while for me to gather my senses, when I saw you running in, that they were actually sitting inside the train! Such seamless platform-train arrangement took my breath away!”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">I thought back on my first experience in getting into a metro. Thankfully, then, I was waiting on the platform and a metro train breezed in. So I got no chance to get confused like this!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">---------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">One of the days of sight seeing when we had decided to walk the short distance just to get a feel of the place rather than take the metro or taxi. We had to cross a busy road, it was not an intersection of roads, so there were no 4 sets of signal posts; there was just one for the pedestrians near the pedestrian crossing. I went straight to the signal post. there was a small box like display. I pressed on the button and saw the display ‘WAIT’. I showed the display to my parents and told them that we have to wait. Already they were a little perplexed at my actions. They had not seen anything like this in India.In a minute the signal opposite to us turned green and the signal for the moving vehicles turned red. As the whole array of cars and vans waited on both sides of the road, feeling like a magician who is successfully performing his best magic act in front of a bunch of excited school children, I, pushing my son’s stroller took my parents to the other side of the road.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">The excitement they felt after crossing the road was contagious, to say the least. They were not ready to continue walking. They wanted to see how it worked again and again! The rest of the day was spent only on discussing this. Not only here, even after going back to India, this had been the hot topic. After all, pedestrians are given scant respect in India and here, as the pedestrians walked, the busy road waited. I made my parents feel like King and Queen!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">---------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent;"></span><br /><b><i><span style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Tickets to Dubai - Rs. 30K</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Sight Seeing and Shopping in Dubai - Rs. 10K</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Making my parents feel like school children - Priceless!!</span></i></b></span></div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-28420441005523625012010-11-26T12:43:00.009+05:302010-11-28T00:15:40.158+05:30Truth and Lies<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">This has been running on my mind for quite some time now, don’t know why this incident from my childhood keeps flashing! This incident is etched in my memory in such unerasable ink that I still feel like a VII std girl caught red-handed by my father! This goes out to my parents, whose upbringing, I am extremely proud of. Thank you dad and mom for bringing me up the way you have brought me up – with honesty and integrity that I never need be ashamed of.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">It was my VI std annual exam holidays and my result (that I had passed VI) and the list of books, notebooks to be bought for VII std had already reached our house through post. We were going out that day to get school uniforms. There was a small discussion if we have to take the book/notebook list also or not. Parents felt it was not needed because even if we bought the books/notebooks, getting them back home would be a problem (Already 4 of us on a 100 CC <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">IND</st1:place></st1:state>Suzuki was quite an effort). But I was a little too excited to buy books the very same day, I wanted to finish off my English Text Book and Non-Detailed Book ASAP. I did try arguing, but then I gave up because even I knew that bringing the books/notebooks would not be possible. So all the four of us got ready and we were about to leave. Just before going out of the house, my eyes fell on the paper that contained the list of books. My temptation got the better of me and I grabbed the list in my palm and ran out to my waiting parents. Just in case my father changes his mind after going to the cloth merchants'.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I was sandwiched in between my father, who was riding and my mother who was on pillion, still clutching the paper tight in my palms lest it flies away. We went to the Binny showroom, got uniforms for both my brother and myself. I was engrossed in the uniform material, excited about the new clothes and generally very interested in the big Binny showroom! I realised after a while that there was no paper in my hand and I had lost it. I could neither tell my parents nor search for it myself without attracting their attention! I was terrified because I had lost the only list that I had, I could not tell my parents about it because I had brought it along without their knowledge. I became a little quiet, scanning with my eyes all the places that I had been to, but no paper.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">My father got the uniforms billed, and all the four of us left. Me with a heavy heart for what I had done. Half way through the journey back home, my father suddenly asked, “Do you have the list of books to be bought? I will be passing by the book shop in a few minutes, so perhaps we can get at least a few books!” I hesitated, I said, “No daddy, since you had said that we would not be going to the bookstores today, I have not brought the list!” My father asked me again, “Are you sure you did not bring the list? We could still make it to the bookstore.” This time without a second’s hesitation I said, “Sure, I did not bring the list, let us go home”. I could have confessed at least then, I had got a chance and still I did not use it!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">The next thing father did would remain forever in my memory! He stopped the bike on the side of the road, made me get down and gave me the list. He said, “ I saw this list at the billing counter right next to the place where you had been standing, I realized that you have brought it and misplaced it there. But why should you lie to me? Is this how I have brought my children up that they are afraid of telling me the truth? Is this how good my parenting is?”. He saw my mother and said, “I have failed today. I am disappointed with what my daughter has done.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Without another word, he told me get onto the bike again and we rode back in silence. Back home, supper was in silence – at least for me! The guilt of having let down my father, the guilt of not having trusted the power of truth hung over me largely!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Well, nothing cinematic happened after that – that night or the next day or the day after that. My parents would have probably forgotten this incident. But from then on, I have never lied to my parents to hide my mistakes. I have been incapable of lying to them esp if a confession was in the wings!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Thanks dad, thanks mom! Thanks for the way you have made me what I am!</span></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-80650923755154543172010-09-14T13:45:00.003+05:302010-09-14T13:50:12.463+05:30An Open Love Letter!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">To Hubby Dearest,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">This letter is long time due to you. I got time to pen it only during our second anniversary. Things would not have changed much had I written it during our first anniversary or during our fiftieth anniversary.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">There are so many things that you taught me, so many privileges that you gave me, so many rights you snatched from me. But first of all, Thanks – for putting up with me for 2 years!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You taught me how to love – unconditionally.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You taught me to be a planner – a thinker.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You taught me the meaning of life – its hardships and its rewards!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You gave me the privilege of taking decisions – for you!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You gave me the privilege of being a mother – for you and your son!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You snatched my basic right – of being ruthlessly indisciplined!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">For all that you have done to me and for all that you will continue to do to me – I just wanna say – I Love You!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I Love You</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">For the way you fall asleep in mid sentence. Oh No! Not when I am talking. But when you are talking and am listening. Agreed that it is late into the night and it is you who is boring me with your office politics! But how is it that I am still awake waiting for you to finish the line, when I hear only a slight snore! But how can you fall asleep without even finishing the sentence?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">For the way you clean up the sofa. One minute the sofa is strewn with clothes to be pressed, the day’s newspaper, Mannu’s toys and your dried up empty coffee tumbler. The next minute the sofa is neat – ready to be seated. You have just pushed the whole lot on to the floor. One can hardly keep a step on the floor. But who cares! The sofa is neat. When! Oh when will you realize that cleaning up a place means really cleaning up and not shifting the bulk from one place – wholesale – to another?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">For the way you tirelessly reply back to my questions posed at nights with an “hmm” or “ok”, or even pose another question in return, only for me to realize the next day that you had fallen asleep long back and your replies have been pre-recorded and played back superbly by your brain – like how it happens in boring lecture sessions in college. I can understand “hmm’s” and “ok’s”. But how do u pose another question without even knowing what was talked about and without even remembering anything the next day?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Phew!!! You are You!!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">And that is why… I Love You</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">For the Way You Are... You!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">With Lots of Love,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Wifey!</p></span>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-79140421471215011532010-05-06T11:08:00.004+05:302010-05-06T11:19:23.416+05:30A Fool<div style="text-align: justify;">how foolish can i be!!<br /><br />when i see you crying in pain, i hug you praying that your pain should reduce!.... you are crying because you fell down after a very enjoyable mischief - you stood up holding on to the sofa, first time without my help. here i was looking at you and relishing the moment - don't 7 month olds try to stand up! so what is so special about you standing up that i lost my senses to admire you! and how will a hug relieve you of your pains?<br /><br />you fell sick after licking anything and everything that came to your hand.. stomach infection and now diarrhoea. here i was kissing you everytime you threw out re assuring you, actually falsely re assuring, that with my kisses your diarrhoea would be controlled! how will a kiss cure you?<br /><br />you fell asleep on my shoulders, holding on to my hair and my dress, i refuse to put you in bed and go to sleep myself. i refuse to even give you to your father. i think you will wake up, if i leave you! how will letting you you go, disturb you?<br /><br />how utterly foolish!!!<br /><br />i knew i was a big fool, when i fell in love - with your father and now dear son, you have made me realise that i can be a bigger fool - after you came into my life!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note:</span> Never thought even in my wildest of dreams that I would be writing on the goodness of motherhood!! :) :)</span><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"></div><div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-51417626066614351292009-12-02T23:55:00.002+05:302009-12-03T00:01:19.443+05:30I Am Back!!<div style="text-align: justify;">Well people, I am back! And back with a bang!! <i>Coz am a mom now!! Yippee!!</i> But that has not changed me one wee bit. I am still the same sleepy, lousy tomboy that many of you know me of. And yes, I am planning to keep writing. It’s like every habit – this writing. You don’t write for long, you seem out of touch. Well, yeah.. it is not ‘you’ here but ‘me’. More technically ‘writer’s block’, as my friend once told me. But more in normal terms – ‘I am out of touch’. But I don’t want to be ‘out of touch’, neither does my husband want me to be, nor do my parents want me to be, nor do my beloved readers (and that is you people – if at all you still come here to read my posts) want me to be. So here I am back, trying my hand at writing after hibernation, starting off from where I had left.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I had no idea what I was going to write about. Mainly because the gap has been too long and lots of things have happened during this break. So I had nothing specific to say or write or share.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Firstly, of late I have watched a lot of movies (Thanks to my husband who loves movies as much as I do) – so I could start off with a movie review (pseudo-book review was done, so it’s the turn of a movie review now). We were such movie-buffs that even when I was almost 8 months pregnant, me and my husband went to Mayajaal for a HP movie. I had read, re-read, re-read, re-read that 6th part, so I had to watch the movie. How could I miss it! So I could write about that book and that movie! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But being at home and trying to be ‘be good, do good’ during pregnancy gave me a lot of free time to read a lot of ‘good’ books, that would help the little one. So I could write about the few books that I had got an opportunity to read. But you know, many of you guys would find it extremely boring. The books that I read do not make good entertainers, those books are for the oldies not for the GenNext. So that idea was dropped.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next came the idea of writing about the zillions of soaps ’mega-serial, nedunthodar, mega thodar’ that come in all channels. Well, yes guys! Yours truly did suffer from the ‘channel-changing syndrome’ for some time, mainly due to sheer boredom. I myself realized the extent of damage done <i>to me by me</i> when I was actually contemplating writing about these soaps. Then suddenly, light dawned upon me, I was enlightened, I slapped myself, I woke up and said, ‘Enough! Agreed that you have spent time on these soaps, but please do not enforce this cruelty on your readers. They come here with expectations, do not disappoint them’. So pooh went the idea.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At last I got this brilliant idea of writing about myself – yes, myself. The journey from ‘mother-to-be’ to ‘the mother’. How blissful motherhood is and will be, the experiences, the turmoil, the happiness, the expectation, phew!! Precisely the myriad of emotions that I went through during this journey. But God!! What a bore it could have been. You get thousands of site listings if you searched for articles on pregnancy and motherhood. Not another one from me again!! At least for the time being, ‘No’.. So that idea also went off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here I am ultimately undecided what to write about! But… wait a minute!! Did I say in the beginning that I am facing a dearth of topics! I think right now the problem is one of surplus!! So I have ended up writing a full post about ‘nothing to write about’? Well… What do I say! I am not called a chatter-box for ‘nothing’!!</div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-87047880251009477062009-04-15T14:39:00.003+05:302009-04-15T16:43:08.150+05:30To Make People Vote<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">A couple of days back, when I was just skimming through channels, I came across this news item in one of the news channels: Some schools in Maharashtra award 2 marks as part of internals to students for the subject Civics <i style="">if they ensure that their parents exercise their franchise.</i> This initiative is as part of creating awareness among students to make their parents cast vote and hence take part in the democratic process.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><br><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">When I landed in the channel, a few students were being interviewed and almost all of them voiced their opinion that their parents ought to vote, it is wrong on the parents’ part that they sit at home and enjoy the <i style="">government holiday</i> on the election date and hence they would urge their parents to get out of their cozy chairs and do their duty! It seemed interesting and I continued to watch the item. Then came the part which said that if parents <i style="">do their duty</i> their children would be awarded marks in the Civics internals. Would at least this initiative force people to exercise their franchise? – That’s how the news item ended.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">And that’s what set me thinking. It is a good initiative in the sense that children would ask questions at home if parents do not vote. Parents may have lost their hopes on Indian Democracy but is it right that children are made to lose hope even before they do their duty? So perhaps, at least to convince their children a few parents may actually vote (whether to the ‘right’ party or the ‘wrong’ one is subjective and forms part of a separate discussion/debate). They would at least not sit idle on the election day.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><br><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">But then one other thing started eating my head! <i style="">Is it right that children be awarded marks for parents doing their duty?</i> Isn’t it like bribing…mm.. the parents? That if your children should get those 2 marks, you have to do your duty? We are in such a pathetic state of affairs that we see corruption everywhere – even to the question of whether to do your duty or not to do your duty! But still… this ‘awareness initiative’ brings in a new dimension! Reminds me of the Kamal Hassan starrer movie “Indian”, where the Indian <i style="">thatha </i><span style=""> </span>claims that Indian corruption and bribing is different from the ones in many developed nations in the basic sense – In those countries, people are bribed and people bribe to NOT do their duty, but in India people are bribed and people bribe even TO DO their duty! Creating awareness among students is good but to actually make it part of curriculum and award marks for the same – a little too much.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Is this ‘awareness initiative’ right? Perhaps it is because children are involved in their parents’ (in) decision to vote or not and they are ultimately the country’s future.<span style=""> </span>But then, perhaps it is not because <span style="font-style: italic;">we are in such a sorry state</span> that even to make people do their duty, we have to adopt such measures as ‘bribing’. Still… thinking back I feel, the positives seem to outweigh the negatives here, so as always ‘chalta hai’ – ‘<i style="">naalu perukku nalladhunna, edhuvume thappu illai</i>’ <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">:) :)</span></span></p>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-26121975453409078122008-11-13T19:39:00.006+05:302008-11-13T20:57:12.023+05:30New Relations! New Excitements!It’s been two months since I got married. Life has changed a lot since then. Or has it? The place where I stay has changed. The food that I eat has changed. The food tastes different now, nonetheless equally tasty!! The people with whom I go out, the people to whom I am answerable and the people who feel responsible towards me have all changed. These are small changes one does encounter during the journey called life when encountered with the milestone called marriage. People who were very important in my life till now hitherto take the back seat. Priorities have changed. <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwnQ0rGKX3plpoxNwKmN0-WlkTxVYKPSEzEJ7Ekbts9UqZePUUCwnxLF7ub1tEfxZajqtsXdNfWBeh0GBQIBy-ZoYZXe1XI0ULgo74K_NCyNmM6K3KGZ31XvfKGjkpQrsn2pNQu_m_MFc/s1600-h/DSC_2240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwnQ0rGKX3plpoxNwKmN0-WlkTxVYKPSEzEJ7Ekbts9UqZePUUCwnxLF7ub1tEfxZajqtsXdNfWBeh0GBQIBy-ZoYZXe1XI0ULgo74K_NCyNmM6K3KGZ31XvfKGjkpQrsn2pNQu_m_MFc/s320/DSC_2240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149411730772034" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">I think back on these two months and find new experiences. The first time I answered a call on his mobile and said, “Yeah I am <b style=""><i style="">his wife</i></b> speaking!” The first time I introduced him to my acquaintances saying, “I am here with <b style=""><i style="">my husband</i></b>”. The first time his friends called me “<b style=""><i style="">Mrs. Venky</i></b>?” Or when I heard him say, “Yeah she is <b style=""><i style="">my wife</i></b>”. New relations; words which bear a meaning to me now; words which were just words till now. I can never forget how I felt then – the first feel; being called someone’s wife. It felt different. It felt good. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8M4Udz-V8qLqo2axXDkiSt3mhIgsuxdw3tuwDIzvpSWPG4Udr-O0W2AWdr7a2xzw2Id2kYXeXZcBFtfeFjSmvpcU_KYp085xbui0j60QqpDMtGcgCKpyRKdHZDVJ9TPseh-e8nw_J7YTu/s1600-h/DSC_1812.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8M4Udz-V8qLqo2axXDkiSt3mhIgsuxdw3tuwDIzvpSWPG4Udr-O0W2AWdr7a2xzw2Id2kYXeXZcBFtfeFjSmvpcU_KYp085xbui0j60QqpDMtGcgCKpyRKdHZDVJ9TPseh-e8nw_J7YTu/s320/DSC_1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268151985841648546" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">It’s always the first time that gets one excited - being part of a different family, being called the elders’ daughter-in-law, being accepted by complete strangers as their niece-in-law, playing with the youngsters’ as their sister-in-law. I was apprehensive the first time. I suffered from the fear of unknown, the fear of rejection, the fear of my own behaviour and attitude. But this fear too felt different. It felt good.<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PmYdmG6MiRxVLNE8GLbd2UIokxlZ-2NEIHBktrhpeM2U9cq7N0vgZErDL-Hu9pE02QkxfVGMAD-kxh70aUC7oZ5neBGPJl0A7iy3KgqWmE2yCu8pkoN5fnfn8YlhjtpRB5xNeM2wDTuL/s1600-h/Ellam+Sendhu+Ninnu+Oru+Photo%21%21_edited.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PmYdmG6MiRxVLNE8GLbd2UIokxlZ-2NEIHBktrhpeM2U9cq7N0vgZErDL-Hu9pE02QkxfVGMAD-kxh70aUC7oZ5neBGPJl0A7iy3KgqWmE2yCu8pkoN5fnfn8YlhjtpRB5xNeM2wDTuL/s320/Ellam+Sendhu+Ninnu+Oru+Photo%21%21_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163217017429074" border="0" /></a>Times may change when this excitement wanes off as I get caught in the whirlwind of married life; as I learn to handle new relations; as I slowly become part of an entirely ‘new system’ and family cultures. But right now the new life, the new people, the new relations do excite me. And I think that’s how it will be for at least some more time.<br /></div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-20031394158940083462008-08-16T02:01:00.006+05:302008-08-16T02:48:26.922+05:30Reminiscences – Part II<a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminiscences-part-i.html">Find Reminiscences Part I here</a><br /><br /><strong><i>A New Beginning</i></strong><br /><br />What a lovely evening it is!<br />Making me feel a serene bliss<br />The golden sun going down in the west<br />As if to say “Go Take Rest!”<br />The day might have been bad<br />Giving reasons to go down and feel sad<br />But then, the day’s end is near<br />Leaving me with no reasons to fear<br />The morrow will symbolize a new day<br />Bringing in seasons filled with gay!!<br /><i><br />Note: </i>I don’t remember when I wrote this but one thing that I do remember is that I’d had a bad day and wrote this down to energise myself, to bring myself up! But somehow I feel I am not being so optimistic any more! The expectation of a new day does not seem to spring new hopes! Life is the same as always. Things keep happening – with me or without me, in spite of me or because of me!<br /><br /><strong><i>Thoughts</i></strong><br /><br />When I think of beauty<br /> I think of you<br />When I think of love<br /> I think of you<br />When I think of virtue<br /> I think of you<br />When I think of valour<br /> I think of you<br />When I think of victory<br /> I think of you<br />So when I think of anything<br /> I think of you<br />Because you live in my thoughts<br /> And you are my India<br /><br /><i>Note:</i> This was written during my school days in my X/ XI/ XII (I don’t remember which year exactly) during the Independence Day/Republic Day Season! ;) I had to give some article for the college magazine and I picked this one from my shelf and gave it off. So that’s how this was published in the college magazine in my second year.<br /><br />So this is how I went down my memory lane and relived those wonderful days of the bygone era. Lest I lose these in the fast changing lives, I reproduce them here for my own benefit.The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-45337222579804329562008-08-16T01:34:00.004+05:302008-08-16T03:06:04.032+05:30Reminiscences - Part I<div align="justify">Sitting idle at home has its own advantages. Esp when your house is being white washed and you are forced to clean your shelf – the cupboard which has been left untouched for ages! Well, that’s what happened with me a couple of days back. Our house is getting a new look, being repainted. And I was forced to pull out my things (so that the shelf can be painted) and then put them back (after the paint has dried). So in this process, I also got a chance to clean my shelf of all the old items, papers, notebooks, my school notebooks, college magazines. Phew! Quite a daunting task – deciding which papers need to be thrown immediately and which ones can be thrown during the next repaint ;) ;)<br /><br />It’s a nice task to go through your old things and go down the memory lane, thinking of all the things that made you laugh, cry and enjoy! “You know you are getting old when you enjoy the memory of having done things than actually enjoying doing things” goes a popular adage. But am I getting old? Just feeling nostalgic I think. :) :)<br /><br />Anyway, just when I was rummaging my college magazines, I saw a few of my “old works”. The “so-called-poems” published by my college mates because of want of better articles (or perhaps because there were lots of pages to be filled)? Well, I will never know! :) But one thing is for sure, my works have appeared in paper and they have become immortal in print media! Hehehe… That’s when I decided, lemme reproduce them here so that they appear immortal in the web media too.<br /></div><br />Here we go:<br /><br /><span><strong><i>Shattered Dreams</i></strong></span><br /><br />Oh my god! I feel so sleepy<br />Just like a dog with its puppy<br /><br />There are dozing faces around me<br />Which I can very well feel and see<br /><br />The freedom to sleep is not yet got<br />I’d be damned if am caught<br /><br />People with guts can actually sleep off<br />Which chicken like me can only dream of<br /><br />I’m awake with a boom,<br />Even before I settle into sleep<br />Coz I’m inside the classroom<br />And the bell just went beep<br /><br /><div align="justify"><span><i>Note</i>:</span> This was written one day when I was commuting back home in MTC bus returning from college during my 2nd – 3rd year. I was sitting in a window seat on a sunny afternoon with hot breeze blowing on my face with many sleepy faces around me and was imagining what if I was in class right now and the whole bus turned into the object of my imaginiation. :)<br /></div><br /><span><strong><i>Paradise on Earth</i></strong></span><br /><br />Paradise on Earth<br />Are you facing your death?<br />Snowy caps of White<br />Being filled with mites<br />Sucking your blood<br />And spraying the red!<br /><br />Gory killings of brutality<br />But called the fight of liberty<br />Causing you such trauma<br />Putting you in eternal coma<br />But there is still fidelity<br />Saving you from the cruelty<br /><br />Your beauty is loved by all<br />Even your friends and foes<br />Which makes you a ball<br />Constantly kicked by many a force<br />‘Beauty is Love’-but also<br />Beauty is dangerous!<br /><br />Oh My Dear Kashmir<br />You have absolutely no peer<br />Which is why you are<br />So close and so dear<br />We will not lose you,<br />We will not let go of you,<br />Not for anything in this sphere!<br /><br /><div align="justify"><span><i>Note</i>:</span> This was written during one of my bouts of patriotic outbursts when I saw my beautiful Kashmir being tortured for all wrong reasons. Shockingly, whatever I had written a few years back seems relevant even today. Wonder when the time will come when this poem becomes irrelevant and the peace reigns in the Valley.<br /></div><br /><span><i><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminiscences-part-ii.html">... flashback to end</a></i></span>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-25511275585375338642008-06-23T15:21:00.006+05:302008-06-23T15:40:29.204+05:30The Separation - Short Story Part IV<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/05/separation-short-story-part-i.html">Recap - Part I</a><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/06/separation-short-story-part-ii.html">Recap - Part II</a><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/06/separation-short-story-part-iii.html">Recap - Part III</a><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t127" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="gk2t128" style="font-size:100%;">The next few days in the hospital were quiet and peaceful. Her children came to see her everyday after their school. Her sister stayed with her for a few more days. Her parents stood by her like a rock. She got a lot of time for herself. She was always in solitude and she kept thinking about him. But the anger which she had felt initially after his death was gone. She was feeling sad. She felt that she had bottled up her emotions for too long. She had the urge to cry out aloud on so many days and crying, she did! Her parents saw her crying; saw the soiled pillows, every now and then. They did not stop her. They wanted her to get her grief out of her by now. And whenever she cried, her bandaged head ached! But she felt better after pouring her heart out! And then... she steadily recuperated. She responded well to medicines, she cheerfully met her children when they came back with stories of their school. But she was still confused for so many days how she had seen him and how she had been stupid enough to put such a broken chair and stoop down to take a ball. She began to wonder if she saw the ball or was that also ‘false’. When the doctor said that she could be discharged, she dreaded going back to the same house - the empty house without him! But she knew that it was her life and she had to face it alone without him.</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t129" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="gk2t130" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t131" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i id="gk2t132"><span id="gk2t133">Six months flew by. Their lives underwent a lot of changes. Her time at home was spent in taking care of him. Her mom had come to stay with them to help her out. The kids were seeing less and less of their dad. He would not come out to play with them and he was too weak to walk. He spent his time reading books or listening to music, but most of the times too weak to move a limb and so was in bed most of the times. None of the symptoms had changed - his voice was gone, just a croak now; he was still coughing blood, he kept losing weight and he was eating still less. One night, after the full course of injections had been taken for 6 months, he had complained of breathing troubles. He was rushed to the hospital. She was just making him sit in a chair in the waiting room when her mother rushed in search of the doctor. At that moment, in that cold hospital room, she felt a cold numbness in his hands. She jerked and looked at him. She started massaging his palms, but his limbs kept falling down away from her grip. His breathing had become more sporadic. His eyes started losing focus. She desperately was looking around for some support! Her mom? The doctor? Some nurse? She wanted to run out of the room herself and call out the doc, when she looked at him and realised that his time had come! Right in front of her eyes, with his palms in hers, eyes losing focus and without being able to speak a single word in those last moments, he left her! He was dead! The doctor who entered the room a fraction of a second later realised what should have happened. The doctor went towards them, a pair - his eyes half open but dead and lifeless, her eyes widely open, too shocked and transfixed at some point in eternity. The doctor slowly closed the dead man's eyes and jolted her back to reality.</span></i></span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t134" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="gk2t135" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t136" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="gk2t137" style="font-size:100%;">The doctor came to see her just before vacating the room. The doctor was the usual self, at ease and specifying the medicines that she had to take and how fast she had recovered. She wanted to talk with the doc before leaving the place. The examination was over and the doctor prepared to leave the room when she asked, 'Doctor Uncle! Can I ask you something…? But you've got to be frank with me!' The doctor stopped and smiled,' I have always been overly frank with you dear! I have always thought you to be brave enough to face reality than hide from it. Perhaps I should have been more reticent with you... ', he gave a mild sigh, 'Anyway, tell me... what is it that you want from me right now?'</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t138" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="gk2t139" style="font-size:100%;">'It's just this doctor!! On the day of the accident... before being admitted here... you... you should be knowing... I ... I tripped from our balcony wall because... because I... I saw him.... He was playing cricket with his buddies.... He... he waved his hands out to me, I saw him as clearly as I see you now... but then I did not think twice and that's why I stooped down to get the ball.... I, now, know that he is dead... then why did I do something so stupid? Am I.... Am I going mad? I don't want to be locked up in an asylum!!!... I want to take care of my children... I... I want to continue from where he left me!!' She could hardly finish her outpour than she started sobbing softly!!! Neither could her mother could not control herself! She hugged her daughter gently! The doctor was seeing this entire emotional outburst with the same calm expression that she was getting used to by now. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t140" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="gk2t141" style="font-size:100%;">The doctor waited for sometime and gave a cheerful smile. He said, 'Good!!... You are a brave woman!! He was not lucky enough to live with you longer!! Anyway, let me get down to the facts straight away! When you were brought here that day bleeding.... in your face, head and hands, I did not know how and why you fell down! But when you told your father the first day you woke up that you saw him, I knew that was your problem...’ He paused here slightly, as though thinking how to continue and then said, 'It happens... It happens in cases of extreme affection....<i id="gk2t142"> You had been hallucinating dear!!</i> You missed him so much that you saw him. You had been too busy for the few days after his death that you did not let your emotions out. You had bottled it up within yourself and your refusal to believe that he was gone aggravated the problem... When you were here tending to your broken skull and broken arm, we were also treating you for hallucinations and psychological problems..... In fact that's why when your parents told me that you cried a lot into your pillows... I just told them to stand by you but not stop you!!.... And now you have realised it yourself that he is not in your life anymore... This realisation is the first step towards a healthy mental state.... Believe me!! You have come out of your hallucinations.... The next time you think that you see him, just tell yourself, 'No He's not here... He can't be here' and get going!! The worst is behind you, dear!!! You are NOT MAD and you KNOW it!! So get up!! You have a family to take care of... Your husband has left you mid way but you would not leave your children like that!!'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t140" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"><span id="gk2t141" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t143" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="gk2t144" style="font-size:100%;">There was a pause after that and she did not know what to talk. She felt a different woman on hearing the doctor's words! The doctor was right!! She had a family to take care of. She was not mad. This was a brief period of hiatus in her life. She would take on life without her husband. He had been cruel enough to call upon his own death. How many times had she warned him against smoking! She realised that one small bad habit had almost ruined her life!! But now the worst was behind her. She would take on her life with a new vigour and determination that if it was true that he was looking at her from Heavens, he would regret having died!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" id="gk2t145" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"><span id="gk2t146" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" id="g4hb0" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span id="g4hb1" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">PS: </span>I would like to remind a statistically proven medical fact here - Not all smokers die of cancer. Nor are all cancer casualties smokers! It is just that smoking increases the risk of cancer.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">PPS: </span>This is purely a work of fiction though inspired by a few real life incidents and characters. However the medical terms and symptoms of the diseases mentioned are all real! </span><span id="gk2t149" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-88112439823194168402008-06-17T20:31:00.003+05:302008-06-23T15:30:23.336+05:30The Separation - Short Story Part III<a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/05/separation-short-story-part-i.html">Recap - Part I</a><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/06/separation-short-story-part-ii.html">Recap - Part II</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It was when she had bent down trying to retrieve the ball that her mother had called out to her from the kitchen and she instinctively turned her head. The sudden movement disturbed the balance of the already broken chair and she tripped! Her head hit the window pane first and then with another jerk from there, she fell down on her shoulders to the cement pavement a second later. There had been a cry when she had tripped and the residents of the apartment had come out running. She was barely conscious when she was rushed to the nearby hospital's trauma care. Her head was aching and spinning all the time. She was confused as to what had happened to her. She had just tried to take the ball and throw it back to him. He is going to be waiting for her. She felt her right hand and face very watery and clumsy. She wanted to wipe it all out and get rid of the soaring pain in her forehead. She must have gone off to sleep for a few minutes for she was woken by the movement caused by taking her in a stretcher. The corridor seemed vaguely familiar. She also thought she felt less clumsy now. Perhaps some one had wiped off the irritating liquid from her face and right hand. Her head was still paining and she could anyway not move her right hand, it was a terrible pain along her right shoulder blade. Wonder what had happened to her when she bent down to take the ball and why was she in ... the hospital?? It finally dawned on her just before being ushered into the OR that somehow she had met with an 'accident', (she could not recollect how) and now she was being taken for a surgery. As she saw her parents' anxious face, she smiled because she realised that she may actually meet him in Heaven if this operation failed. Though she did not comprehend anything of what was happening around her, she prayed that she should die!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'But look here child... You need to be bold and know and get the situation straight.... You have to be bold... Listen to me...' The doctor had gotten up from his chair and was walking towards her. He touched her gently on her shoulders. She had started to cry by now. 'The cancer has spread... It has eroded his lungs.... It's what you call metastasis…’ The doctor let her cry for some time. Then she wiped her tears with defiance. She would not cry. She would face it. 'Any cure? Treatment? Surgery? Or something? You know, doctor uncle, expenses would not be a problem'. 'This is the final stage, metastasis... It is our ill-luck that cancer has revealed itself to us at this stage. No surgery or radiation can help... But I would not lose hope so fast... We could still treat with Chemotherapy injections. Drug shots periodically.’ But for how long, she wanted to ask. But something prevented her from asking it. She was quiet for a few minutes, taking in what had just been told and then she asked a bolder question 'How long has he got? How long have we got together?’ There was a moment's hesitation in the doctor's eyes and then he decided to tell the truth '3 months to 6 months... at the max... with or without the chemo injections'. Her world had shattered in front of her.</span><br /><br />She woke up to the mild smell of antiseptic, with a slight pain in her head. Her head still felt groggy. Is this how Heaven looked or rather smelt? Would he come here to see her and talk to her? She tried to open her eyes fully and saw the hazy image of her father sitting in a chair beside her bed with the morning edition of the newspaper in his hands. Was he reading or merely looking at it without grabbing a word of it? Well... he has to answer that himself!! A ray of sunshine was falling through the curtains of the room. She saw that her right hand was in a sling and she could not move it. With her left hand she felt her head, also in a bandage, a complete one at that. She felt a few stitches and mild bruises on her cheeks and forehead. Her father just noticed her stirring and came to look at her. It was a very soft face looking up to her then. She had never seen her father so anxious. Father was bent towards her, his hands softly prodding her head and asking her, ‘How are you feeling now, dear?’ She gave a weak smile and said, ‘Yeah... Dad!! Am feeling better. But... but why am I here? What did I do, dad?’ As she heard her own small voice echoing surprisingly in the quiet hospital room, she realised regretfully that she was still alive. Father said, with the same low soft voice that was filled with affection, ‘It's nothing child! Just that you tripped from our balcony and fell... head down... on the pavement below! There's nothing to worry now... You... You will be alright!’ She was surprised how she had fallen? She thought for a while and then answered in the same meek voice, ‘But dad I thought I was trying to help those people who were playing cricket.... ', she paused here and continued, 'I saw him dad!! He had been bowling and the batsman had hit him hard. The ball was down on the window pane below our balcony. He was waving to me to retrieve the ball, so that's why I stooped down!' Her father controlled the surge of emotions hitting him hard in his throat. He swallowed his emotions in a gulp and softly continued, ‘Look here child!! Let's talk about all this later! Right now it's time for you to take rest. I will call the doctor right away to say that you have woken up! And yes... your children would come to see you after their school hours today!!' Father turned his face away unable to see his daughter. Just as he was struggling to wipe a tear from his own eyes, she caught up her father's arms determinedly and said in a very assured voice, 'Dad! Is he not dead? Then how did I see him there in the play park? How did I see him bowling and then waving back to me, dad? Dad... Am I going mad because he is dead! Am I becoming crazy?' It was all her father could do to control his emotions. He let the tear drop from his eyes and kissed her gently on her forehead and said, 'No dear!! It can not be that! Don't strain yourself into thinking too much!! Just put your mind at rest!!' He gave her his best reassuring smile and went to call on the doctor. She closed her eyes again and fell into another deep sleep, dreaming about the only person she had ever loved in her life and who was right now dead and beyond her reach!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What followed after that was a lot of confusion. Friends and relatives flocked to see him. The news was broken to him also, but without the time frame!! He had said, rather croaked, 'Hey Sweetie! Why do you worry! This cancer cannot kill me! Doctor has still said we could try the chemo injections, right? We'll try that also. At the end of the first course of the injections, the doctor is going to be surprised with my recovery and he is going to praise our perseverance. It's going to be a miracle! We still have our kids' education, their wedding and their children. I am gonna live to see my grand children'. He was too hopeful. There had been times when she had woken up at night after many a nightmare! They were all the same, every time - He would be drowning in a large lake and she on a boat trying desperately to save him; they would be in an aero plane which had lost control and he would just slip out of the plane into the night sky while she desperately tries to hold on to him; he would be in the pillion and she would be riding, they meet with an accident, she takes his bloody body on her laps, trying to shake him and wake him but he would not respond - and every nightmare ended the same way; they had the same effect on her. She would wake up screaming, sweating profusely and rushing to his bedside to hear his heartbeat - to listen to that re-assuring sign of life!! Every injection had been painful. She could see that he was suffering. She kept telling him 'Hold on dear!! For my sake! For your sake! Just hold on! The worst will be behind us!' and he kept going. The drugs were injected every month for six months.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/06/separation-short-story-part-iv.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">...to be concluded.</span></a>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-87988227976562938752008-06-05T09:38:00.005+05:302008-06-17T20:46:57.572+05:30The Separation - Short Story Part II<a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/05/separation-short-story-part-i.html">Recap - Part I</a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /><em>It had started with fatigue, a few months after he had quit smoking. He was feeling very tired. It was attributed to his hectic work schedule. He had been working non-stop for the past couple of months - night-outs, weekends in office. A pressing deadline! He was finding it difficult to do routine things like climbing the stairs to just his second floor cubicle. His agility had gone. He felt tired always. She chided him for being so lazy and for growing old ‘so soon’. She advised a couple of days’ rest and a break. She also took off from her school and stayed at home with him. After a lot of cajoling on her part to take a break and a promise to the manager that next week he would compensate for this week’s absence, he decided to stay at home. But then he lost his appetite too. He did not like to eat at all. The exercise to rejuvenate him seemed to be failing. His fatigue and work were taking their toll on his health. His eating habits changed. He lost weight. Everything was so gradual and slow that she failed to notice the symptoms. It was only when he got ‘throat infection’ after a fortnight of his ‘break’ that alarm bells rang in her mind. She decided it was time for him to take up a medical check up. She had been too careless with his health for the past few weeks. </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />She was able to see him everywhere in their room. He was there searching for his favourite checked shirt in the cupboard and calling out to her unable to find it. He was there in front of the mirror trying to comb his hair, which always had an unruly strand sticking out. He was there sitting on the bed with his laptop doing his office work oblivious to her rambling about keeping office work out of 'her' home. She got up from her chair and went to the cupboard. She had lost count of time. Her sister had taken the kids to the apartment play park. Her mom was in the kitchen preparing the evening snacks and her father had gone out for a walk. It was surprising how everyone had left her alone to her memories! No one wanted to disturb her. Perhaps they understood what she wanted. As she opened the cupboard and saw his crumpled t-shirt lying carelessly above the other neatly stacked dresses, she thought she could still smell his scent in it. This was the same t-shirt he had worn on the last day before rushing to the hospital when he had complained of breathlessness. She slowly took it in her hands, and felt the smoothness of the cotton on her cheeks. She was just beginning to cry; just beginning to breakdown, small drops of tears were forming in her eyes and her heart was beginning to feel heavy. She still held the t-shirt in her hands as she moved out of the bedroom into the balcony overlooking the apartment play park. She saw her children playing with the other kids in the apartment. Her children had forgotten what had befallen them quite easily. She felt it was better to be a kid. But hadn't he always said that about her? He had always thought that she was his first child! And then she saw him too. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><em>They had gone to their family doctor and the doctor had prescribed the usual antibiotics, vitamin tablets, iron tonic, etc for a few days. It was 3 days since he had started taking the medicines and still there was no improvement in his appetite or agility. It was the 4th day morning, when he was brushing his teeth, that he noticed that he had spit blood. He was alarmed himself. He had never given a second thought to his exhaustion and now suddenly he was horrified. After finishing off the morning chores, sending the kids off to school, a light breakfast of juice and corn flakes, both of them had gone to the doctor. The doctor seemed a little worried on knowing about the blood in the sputum and prescribed a biopsy, X-ray and CT scan with the reassurance to them that there was nothing to worry and these were just routine tests. They went to get the reports the next day and later, for consultation with the doctor. As they both sat in that hospital, in front of the doctor, something was nudging her. She did not feel good about it at all. One could call it a woman's instinct. </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">She saw him a couple of hundred metres away from the play park, in the ground - his hangout with other fathers and youngsters of the apartment. He was playing cricket. He had just bowled an over and the batsman had gone for a big one off the last ball; bad timing and the ball had landed on the window pane, a few feet below the balcony from where she was seeing him. He was just a little irritated that the batsman had swung the bat in his over and ball had landed in an inaccessible area. She saw the ball lying there, amidst the leaves, a small rusted tin, an old broken bat, a rag and other trifles that had accumulated on the pane over the period of years. She smiled and waved back to him that she would retrieve the ball from there and throw it back to him. That was not so difficult! </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><em>It was a multi-specialty hospital, one of the popular corporate hospitals in the city. Everything about it was rich, from the reception, lobby, the patient rooms to the lifts, the stair ways, pharmacy - everything. Even the people who had come there seemed wealthy spending all the well-earned money on the ill-deserved illness!! 'Were there really so many people sick in the world?’ she thought. Some extremely worried faces and some very relaxed in fact smiling ones. However the most painful ones to look at were the ones with the resigned expressions, going about the hospital corridors with medicines or money receipts in hands but despair in their eyes! It was an expression of silent acceptance of what was to befall them. They knew what was to come, but they were helpless in avoiding it. All that they could do was awaiting it! She did not know the cause of their concern, but something about these expressions had troubled her as she had entered the doctor's room with her husband and the reports. </em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">She bent down the window pane right below her balcony, but her hands would not reach the ball. She could either try pushing the ball down to him with some long stick or she could put a stool in the balcony itself, stand over it and bend down to retrieve the ball. She looked around in their room and her gaze fell on the tiny chair - her younger one's long forgotten rocking chair which no longer rocked because it was broken near its legs. She thought, 'This must be ideal for me. After all I am going to just step on the chair for a few seconds, stoop down and pick up the ball. Not much of an effort.' She put his shirt down on the bed nearby and picked up the broken chair and positioned it in the place right above the window pane where she found the ball. She gingerly stepped on the chair and stretched her arms towards the ball. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><em>The X-Ray showed her husband's lungs in various angles- left lung, right lung, the dorsal view, ventral view and many other angles. She was worried if something was wrong with the lungs, was she imagining things or did the lungs really look 'eroded'? The X-Ray, CT scan, biopsy reports, total of about 10-15 pages; a couple of them in pink colour and a few in white. At the end of the pink report she found the words 'Result: Bronchogenic carcinoma'. Another page of the report and another 'Result: Small Cell Carcinoma'. She was able to catch words 'metastasis', 'oncogens percentage', 'small cell carcinoma'. They made no sense to her. She knew that those words were significant but what it meant when translated to 'English', she did not know. The doctor looking at the reports in front of her would know. The doctor always reminded her of the typical fatherly figure, a man of sixty, short, a little stout, balding head with a few strands of white hair slowing finding their way among the thinning hairline. As he sat there looking at the report, his already creased forehead seemed unable to hold the new set of wrinkles that were appearing. It was full five minutes before the doctor started speaking to her, 'Oh! It's nothing to worry. We could admit him in our hospital itself for a few days and start the treatment. Don't worry, my child! He will be alright. Let us first put him into a comfortable bed and then we would talk in leisure'. This was all wrong, she thought. She was on the verge of panic 'But doctor, what is it? What are you going to treat him for?’ she almost pleaded. The doctor was his usual self, calm and composed, 'As I said nothing to worry, dear! The reports seem to denote mild tuberculosis. If he undergoes treatment, he should be fine. We'll first put him at ease and then I will talk to you, is that fine?’ He had said that with a cool composure but with finality in his voice that she did not press further. She was in a trance till the admission formalities had been completed and she found herself once again in front of the doctor’s desk. But this time, he did not have to look in to the report now. He was waiting for her with ’bad’ news. She was able to sense it. The doctor looked straight at her and started, 'I hate to tell this to you. But I have to. I have always told him to stop smoking and I know that you also have struggled to make him stop this habit. Now, I know that he has stopped. But.... ', the doctor looked down as if he could not longer look at her tear stained eyes and then looked up at her once again with a look trying to calm her, '... but now it's too late.... you must have seen the report... He... he has got lung cancer.' When the doctor stopped there, it seemed as if her world had also stopped.</em></div><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/06/separation-short-story-part-iii.html"><em>...to be continued</em></a>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-16212446093643998582008-06-03T15:09:00.004+05:302008-06-04T17:04:22.765+05:30The Auto Driver!<div align="justify">The movie plan had been in the making for quite some time and at last I left office a little earlier than usual to watch this movie. As I was walking along the road looking for some auto, my gaze fell on this auto which was actually going on the other side. He slowed down and nodded his head as if to ask where I wanted to go. I shouted out the name of my destination from where I was and he shook his head non-committedly and started off his way! Wonder what went through his mind, he slowed down the next second, made a ‘U’ turn and halted next to me. He confirmed the name of the theatre from me again and said ‘Fine I will take you… Hmm.. But 20 rupees more than the meter fare’. I am not the type that usually bargains or argues, I say yes and agree to the fare or say no and walk off. But that day something nudged me and I almost revolted. I threatened him, "Not a penny more than meter fare, Else I am getting down you can go your way and I will go mine". There was a tinge of disappointment in his face. He grumbled something about "Only 20 rupees extra! Or perhaps just 10 rupees extra!!" and took to his driving! But that day, I would not budge. I loathed autowalas who demanded more fare and now this guy. I knew that I was traveling a longer distance which would come to at least 70-80 rupees and still this guy demands more! My anger was at an all time high!<br /><br />As the auto travelled through the city’s traffic, I thought that the meter was jumping faster than usual (Or was it my imagination, I don't know!). 'These auto walas!! They somehow know how to manipulate the meter when the passenger refuses to give extra fare! Look at how fast the fare is increasing! Damn it! Looks like I have to quarrel with him when I get down! Lemme see!!' And then he stopped in between and said, “One min madam!” Off he went, while the meter spit a rupee more in the waiting mode! I had decided. I was not going to pay him a penny more. Even if it was some odd number and 50 paise, I was going to give him the exact change! This thought gave me some sort of a devilish satisfaction and I waited. He came and to my dismay had a lit cigarette in his mouth. There I almost snapped, “Will you put off the cigarette now? I am allergic to cigarette smoke!”. He asked me incredulously, “You want me to put out the cigarette?” and I answered with a little more-than-necessary-firmness, “Yes”. And then he did put it out!<br /><br />I was able to see the pure white cigarette in his hands when he had brought it in and when he did put it out without a second’s argument I somehow began to feel a little bad (a sudden change in mind? I don’t know!). That cigarette might have as well cost him 3-4 rs and he was now forced to abandon it because of me! A small feeling of remorse was creeping in. I kept quiet. But after a few mins, when my gaze fell on the fare-meter, the nagging doubt that the meter was jumping faster than usual came back and hit me hard. When we were about a couple of kms away from the theatre, his gesture of putting out the cigarette was completely gone from my mind and the foremost thought running was ‘He is cheating me with false meter! It would not cost so much at all! Oh these guys! They find new means of cheating people but this time I am not going to let that happen! I am gonna argue with him when I get down’. I asked him, “Is the meter fine? I think it is not showing the correct amount! It is showing too much!”. He answered in a normal tone, “The meter is fine madam. From the place where I picked you till here it usually costs around Rs. 80 and drop to that theatre usually costs around 120”. Saying so we both looked at the metre reading – It showed Rs. 76! Was it possible that he was not lying? I was still not convinced. But I did not take it up further then, I just postponed my outburst by a few mins.<br /><br />We were almost near the theatre now. The auto was waiting in the signal and the cinema was a few yards the other side of the intersection. The fare meter now showed 100 rs. If he reset the meter it would show the minimum fare 14 rs, so when he drops me, perhaps a few yards away, I have to pay him 14 rs more than 100; 14 - the amount I can save if I get out right now and walk the distance. I would avoid an argument and get a sadistic satisfaction of depriving him of 14 rs. Yes! Serves him right! I had decided. I told him that I was getting down there itself and paid him 100 rs. I expected him to argue back, but he did not. That itself was a surprise for me! He got the money with a resigned expression of Oh-I-know-your-kinds! I was a little dazed by his silent acceptance. I got out, negotiated my way through the waiting vehicles and started walking on the pavement towards the signal.<br /><br />When I was thus walking out alone, I somehow felt ashamed of myself at the whole episode. What did I gain by depriving him of that 14 rs? I did some mental calculation of the distance and realised that he had not been lying when he said that normally it would cost around 120 rs. Now that I had got down mid way, he would anyway have to cross the signal, perhaps even come to the theatre and wait for his next fare. And then it struck me that he had also put out his cigarette, his energy booster. Wonder for how long he had been controlling his urge to smoke and when he did get a chance he had to put out without even taking in a single puff of smoke! Agreed I could not let him smoke, because I am allergic to it, but still I could have at least been nicer to him. Why was I feeling bad after doing something which I had contemplated and decided on all my way! I was regretting my decision to walk out like that. I started looking out for him if only I could give him 10 rs more. I stopped, took out a 10 rs note from my purse so that I can just give him when I see him crossing me. By the time I could reach the intersection, the signal had turned green and vehicles started moving. I lost the auto in which I had come. I crossed the road when the signal turned green for me, still clutching the 10 rs in my hand and cursing myself for behaving in a fashion in which I am not used to behave. This was going to be among my biggest regrets in life now – depriving a daily wager of his paltry ‘bonus’!<br /><br />Just when I was about to enter the theatre complex, I crossed a familiar figure just getting out of the auto and lighting a cigarette! I turned back. Yes this was the same driver in whose auto I had come today. I went back and gave him the 10 rs still crumpled because of my own anger! He gave a puzzled look and asked, “Why madam?” I could only muster, “For the cigarette you did not smoke some time back!”<br /><br />As he got the money with a big smile on his face, it felt good to me, immensely good! It’s ok if I had been cheated. It's ok if I had paid for the distance I walked. His grateful smile made my day! :) :)</div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-31189879255362403302008-05-23T19:54:00.005+05:302008-06-05T09:52:17.732+05:30The Separation - Short Story Part I<div align="justify">She had never cried. In spite of what had happened to her. He would not like to see her crying. So she hadn't cried. But she was angry with him - very angry. How dare he do this to her? Hadn’t she loved him with all her heart? He had been her life. She had never for once also thought that they would be separated. They had been together for the most part of the past 15 years of their life. Two kids in a span of 3 years about 2 years after their marriage 13 years ago. 2 years of courtship before the wedding. All these seemed just numbers now –just statistics; which had no meaning to her and her children; no meaning to their future.<br /><br /><em>When had she first met him? She tried to remember. Well, that was a day neither of them would ever forget. So she needn’t try to remember anyway, the date was etched in her memory. It was the day of fresher’s party hosted by her colleagues and he also had been a newcomer, though not a fresher, he was her senior by 2 years. He was introduced as her colleague’s friend and in a new city/new office and new work culture looking out for friends and weekend getaways. She had taken to like him almost immediately. There was nothing professional about their relationship, right from the first day. They were ‘friends’, from the minute they had met and not ‘colleagues’. The next few months saw them going for outing with each other’s friends, colleagues. New people, new place, new friends. Absolutely no worries! Life had been blissful.<br /></em><br />When she realised that he had left her, forever and never come back, she had been brave - very brave in going about the formalities; never once showing her real feelings to anyone outside. The usually emotional ‘she’ was missing, gone with him. All that her parents and friends saw was the hardened ‘she’. They were getting worried if she would do anything drastic. But they knew better, she may be an emotional person but not foolish. They knew she would cope with everything that she faces.<br /><br /><em>Their friendship slowly developed. They were so much ‘like’ each other and so much ‘unlike’ each other. Like every relationship theirs too had its own share of petty quarrels and petty reconciliations. They had never realised when they had fallen in love. It was just that they had so much got used to each other. And then came his travel. He was travelling abroad for 3 months. It was a world of IM’s and e-mails. They would be in touch. He would tell her the places he visited, he would send her pictures, she would keep him updated on his latest crush back in office, she would come online to chat with him everyday – so that was the deal! But, a week into his stay abroad and they both started missing each other. IM’s and e-mails, pictures and updates could not stop the unavoidable. They had both not known it, rather not acknowledged it. But it was coming. They were in love. It was just one month since he’d left her; but that’s when they decided they wanted to spend the ‘rest’ of their lives with each other.<br /></em><br />Even when she had seen signs that he might leave her, some instinct had kept her going. ‘He cannot leave me. He will not leave me.’ She had been going about the daily chores with the same ease but taking extra care of him. He was after all her life! He was her everything! If he overslept one day or didn’t have appetite for his favourite puri channa or if he coughed a bit too much or anything slightly out of the ordinary, she got panicky. Was this some sort of an indication for the impending grief? She didn't know. Back then she did not want to know! But now, she realised that she had been too naïve not to foresee what was imminent.<br /><br /><em>When they told about their marriage plans to their parents, they had only been more than happy. As friends, their parents had known them. They approved of their children’s choices and the wedding was fixed. But there was one thing that was troubling her. When she realised that she loved him with all her self, she also realised that she can’t tell him to change. How could she tell him to stop something which he says he likes? When he realised that he loved her with all his self, he too realised that he didn't want to change. After all, he too liked it. He could pretend having stopped his habit, but he could never lie, at least to the one person he loved! And she knew it was his addiction and she firmly believed that she would change him, for his own good but right now there was no point forcing him. She believed that her love would change him – slowly, steadily but inevitably.<br /></em><br />Why had this happened? Something had been missing in her love; otherwise he would not have left her just like that. Where had she gone wrong? She looked at her boy, the elder of the two, he had taken after his dad; every one said that he was a replica of his dad during his childhood. Everything in the house reminded her of him. Relatives, friends who had come to console her had all gone. Her younger sister and her parents were with her. It had been hardly 2 days since he’d gone and she had already started missing him. She wanted to tell him how efficiently she had handled his departure. She wanted to tell him how tactfully she had broken the news to the kids that their father is no more with them. She wanted to flaunt to him in her own childish way how well she had managed this adversity. But now there was no ‘he’ to share her thoughts! Her world had become hollow - slowly, steadily but inevitably!<br /><br /><em>He did change, at last! For her; for his own good! It was a habit which he had contracted during his teens. But he still did quit. He stopped smoking. Not suddenly, though. From 7-10 cigarettes a day, it was down to 5 in the first 2 years, then 3, and then 1 cigarette in the last year and none for the past 3 years. He had to fight the temptations, but their mutual love kept him going. He had a family to tend to. Now that she had quit her high-profile, well-earning job and took up the job as a teacher in a school nearby (a job which she had always wanted to do!), he knew his responsibilities had increased. Not that they were in financial crisis, but they would still save on the money he was spending on the cigarettes, she had joked. So when he completely stopped smoking, she had thought it was just a matter of time before the damage caused due to his habit could be undone. He will be hers fully and not lose 5 minutes of his life for every tobacco roll he smoked. But she didn't know that the irreparable damage had already been done, the oncogens had started their play. He would no longer be hers fully; their future would never be the same again!<br /></em><br />As she sat alone in their room, now it was just ‘her’ room, there was no ‘he’ to share it, she saw the good times they had had together. When she had confirmed her first pregnancy to him, the excitement in his eyes that he was going to be a proud father; when they had decorated their room in anticipation of their first child, his child-like enthusiasm, it was a time when he had become a kid and she was his mother; when they had both fallen asleep on the couch tired looking after the kid, she had woken up a couple of hours later to find the child lying awake quietly in its cradle; when she had announced her second pregnancy to him, he had wanted a girl child now ‘just like her’; the girl child had arrived and her family had been complete. The weekend getaways to the nearest sea-shore places, the birthday parties and anniversaries; the holidays in hill stations; the list could go on; his smiling face looking at her from the picture frames hanging in this room bore the testimonial of their happy past! He seemed to be calling her, talking to her, smiling at her, ready to give the reassuring hug that so much used to soothe her.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><br><div align="justify"><em><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/06/separation-short-story-part-ii.html">...to be continued</a></em></div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-65048773344919307322008-05-15T19:28:00.004+05:302008-05-27T14:58:29.606+05:30Naanum En Velinattu Anubhavangalum!!<em><strong>Caution:</strong> A transliterated post! Ideally either the script should have been in Tamil or the language should have been English! But I have retained the script as 'English' and language as 'Tamil' to facilitate reading by my Tamil friends who do not understand the Tamil script. So others who do not even understand 'Tamil' kindly forgive me! </em><br /><br />Vanakkam makkale,<br /><br />Edho katchi koottathuku pesa arambikkara madhiri irukkule? (en friend kooda sonnan, idha velai enakku othu varalaina naan pesame katchile sendhuralaamnu.. nalla idea dhaan!! Pappom!!) seri vidunga, enakku vera eppadiyum pesa theriyadhu! <em>Ada! Arasiyal le idhellam sadharanamappa!!</em><br /><br />En velaiye, rendu maasathuku oru vatti, edhavadhu oru veli naattule poyi legiyam vikkanum.. I mean ‘Conference’ attend pannanum!! (ennoda frens ennoda veli nattu trips ai legiyam vikkara trip ah dhaan consider panranga) ovvoru oorukkum 10 naal dhaan poven, adhuvum official trip. So naan velaiya thavara vera edhuvum pesa koodadhu, yosikka koodadhu… irundhalum, Indialiye adhuvum Tamizh naatuleye porandhu valandha enakku sila vishayangal naan pora ella oorleyum romba thamashave irukku.<br />5 London le nadandhadhu<br />6 Beijing le nadandhadhu<br />1-4 Ella oorleyum nadandhadhoda oru thoguppu!<br /><br /><strong>1)</strong> Mudhalla inga meeting nadakkara edathula lunch arrange paninrundhanga. Lunch appo ‘all tables were set’ – appadinna oru periya vatta mejai, vellai velernu table cloth adhu mela, suthi 6-7 chairs, ovvoru chair kum nera oru fork, knife, glass, tissue. Ada set up elam bandhava thaan irukku, soru eppadi irukkunu pappomnu ‘buffet’ table kittey poyi patha, edho vechirundhanga (adhai pathi ellam ippo pesa vendaam! Apparam enakku pasikka aramchurum) – vegadha arisi pottu oru fried rice, aragoraya vendha oru vegetable salad, uppu chappu illadha oru ‘sauce’ (namba ooru rasam kooda indha oorukku oru ‘type of sauce’ dhaan!). seri andavan inniku namba thalaile idhaan ezhudhirukkan nu oru table le vandhu ukkandhen.<br /><br /><strong>2)</strong> Patha knife, fork dhaaney sonnen – spoon eh illaiye (oru nimisham feelings kattamey kaiyale kozhappi adikkalamnu thonichu, apparam serinu oru ‘dejenjy’ karudhi venamnu vitten) konjam suthi muthi pathen… illai.. pakathula irukkaravan enna panran nu pathen… patha avan fork aaleye fried ‘rice’ ai saapadran… ‘<em>Dey engendhu da pidichanga ungalai? sothai poyi fork aale eppadi da saapadreenga? Theramai dhaan’</em>. ‘<em>Namba kooda dhaan sendhamizh naattu thamizhachi, evlo thermaisaali</em>’ adhaan style ah nanum fork aale rice saapda aramchen (edho romba pazhakka patta madhiri… <em>anaal naanum ethanai neram dhaan decent ah irukkara madhiriye nadikka!!</em>)<br /><br /><strong>3)</strong> Ippadi fork kum kathikum sandai nadanthutrukkumbodhu oru vella kaara annan vandhu enakku pakathu seat kaaliya, avaru ukkaralamnu kettaru. Naanum seri nu sonnen. Udane ‘Oh I don’t have the tools here’ nu kelambi poyittaru. ‘<em>Dey tools ah??? Nee kolaiya panna porey illai doctor ah operation panna poriya??</em>’ nu kekkanumnu thonichu. Apparam dhaan pathen pakathu chair ku nera iundha ‘fork and knife’ appo illai… adhai dhaan tools nu solliruakru!! ‘<em>Ada padharugala, oru nimishathula nee carpenter ah illai engineer ah illai kolai garana nu sandhega pattutene.. neengalaam puriyara madhiriye pesa mateengala?</em>’<br /><br /><strong>4)</strong> Innoru Vishayam! Socialisation ngra perula oru naal oru restaurant ku dinner ku kootittu ponanunga, naan sonnen ‘ayya naan varalai… ennaya vitrunganu’. Ketangyala? Technical discussion over dinner nu sonnanunga. Ulley pona, ellarum oru periya mug le beer order panni kudichanga. Namakku dhaan andha pazhakkam illaiye, serinu kaile apple juice oda ukkandhen. Oru round mudichanga, aparam dinner (dinner le enna saapten nu kekkadheenga – avanungalaam turkey, pork, chicken saapda naan vallaara keerai kashayam madhiri irundha oru soup avlo dhaan). Seri kelambirunvomnu nambikkaiyoda irundhen patha next round drinks nu ellarum marupadiyum order pannanga, enakku apple juice sethu. Seri 2nd round mudichachu, vitruvanunganu patha 3rd round drinks order poanranunga ‘<em>dey idhuku mela naan apple juice kudichenna, ini jenmathukum apple ai kooda saapda mudiyame poyirum da’</em>. Ketangyala??? 4 round drinks ku apparam dhaan kelaminanunga!! Anaal naan nalla velai 2nd round aple juice odaye 4 rounds aiyum samalichutten :) :)<br /><br /><strong>5)</strong> Ada idhellam kooda parava illai. Annaiku London bridge paakka poyirundhappo, indha kulur le Thames nadhi kari orama neraya peru verum sports jerkin pottuttu oditrundhanga (ada kaalaile illenga, sayangalam 7:00 manikku). Edhukuda ippadi kashta padadum, paavam jerkin edhachum potukalam le? (Fur vecha leather jacket, gloves, kulla, thermals, woollen socks, shoes – ivlo pottum nan nadingitrundhen!! – anaal adhai pathi ippo pesa vendaam! :) :) ) Naan kooda jerkin eduthuttu vara marandhuttanga, nadandhu veettuku porthukulley verachirum adhanaley orey ottama veettukku odaranunganu nenachen. Apparam dhaan enoda friend sonnaru ‘idhu peru jogging aam’ adhai yen da veraiakkara kulura night le panreenga??? Oruthanai pidichu ‘<em>ada varumaikku porandhavaney edhai munnadi panradhu edhai pinnadi panradhunu oru kanakku venaam</em>’ nu kekkalamnu thonichu… Namakku edhuku ooru pollaappu nu freeya vitten!!<br /><br /><strong>6)</strong> Annaikku ippadi dhaanga Beijing le oru meeting – so marupadiyum ange oru socialization nu ponom (enna panna! Namba pozhappu appadi! Ooru oora poyi meeting attend pannanumnu!). Chinese speciality restaurant adhanale nalla 'authentic Chinese Non-Veg'. En kooda vandha ennoda Korean colleagues chumma try pannalamnu ponanunga (<em>ennai yen da koopadreenganna yevanum kekkalai</em>!), ivanunga solranunga, 'Chinese are weird ppl. They eat frogs!' appadinnu... Udane thonichu badhiluku sollalamannu, '<em>Dei!!! Unga oor le nee Octopus thinniye da!! Adhai naan ennanu solla!!!'</em> . Ivanungala ellam thirutha mudiyadhu da saami!!<br /><br />Ippadi poyiturkku namba kadhai ovoru oorleyum! Ovvoru vattiyum eppoda Chennai ku thirumbi vandhu nalla, thattu le ivlo soru pottu kolambai oothi kaiyale kolappi adikka poreno nu thonudhu!!;-) ;-)The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-64511483197654112712008-04-28T09:29:00.010+05:302008-05-27T14:56:36.463+05:30Me in the Empire Where the Sun Never Sets......unfortunately though, it gets dark by 4:00 PM here :-)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-in-empire-where-sun-never-sets.html">Flashback Part I -> Here Please!</a><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/04/part-ii-and-then-at-last-i-landed-in-my.html">Flashback Part II -> Here Please!</a><br /><br /><br />Part III<br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And then I was in. Oh how I felt at that time! The house had been remodelled to depict the house the same way as it was described by Arthur Conan Doyle. I was transported to the Victorian Era. I was walking up the stairs walked by the King of Bohemia, by the thumb-less engineer, by Miss Violet Hunter, by Dr. Watson the trusted aide of Holmes and by Holmes himself. The house looked like how Doyle had described it in the book - the breakfast table, the fireplace, Holmes' study, his chemistry equipment and the gift from the Queen herself. I was a child whose dream had come true. I clicked everything, well almost everything. (But I think I missed Holmes' violin. I don't remember seeing it :-( :-()</div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWN7ggaaip10kdhGF8IqM0EUhnpk_5jqrEWDgehYHRTU9tmNwlFezksS_QPZDLnzgCZfsvd4N-MnuMsEszpjJKboYyd8j3VmXtif3pOhYlasL1i-FKHFI3_OLGlYdE62JU2dZjKjB9rbW/s1600-h/Watson's+chair,+Fireplace,+Holmes%27+chair,+Violin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194142082166549762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWN7ggaaip10kdhGF8IqM0EUhnpk_5jqrEWDgehYHRTU9tmNwlFezksS_QPZDLnzgCZfsvd4N-MnuMsEszpjJKboYyd8j3VmXtif3pOhYlasL1i-FKHFI3_OLGlYdE62JU2dZjKjB9rbW/s320/Watson's+chair,+Fireplace,+Holmes%27+chair,+Violin.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em>Living Room with fireplace - Holmes' violin caught quite inadvertently by my camera!</em></strong><br /></div><div align="justify">The first floor was Holmes' quarters and the second floor was Dr. Watson's quarters. (I also missed seeing the land lady's quarters because it was already late and the museum was closing down! I had to be satisfied with seeing Holmes' and Watson's quarters.) I was there till one is allowed to be there. I did not want to leave that place. 45 mins in there was not enough for me at all. I was the last one to come out. The sign on the exit door already read 'closed' :-) :-). Satisfied and happy but with a heavy heart, I took one last look at the place of my imaginations and walked back towards the Baker Street Tube Station.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemI_WZveT_FHjARXJmzUtuJwjBorgtkkpGvuL7v9umjtoBp8OyuL0JYlODzuTFR46bCK9ANPPChtpEm5HEOOuq8dNSkU7OKboQFJsUIGppWlKd1KmfkMVStdJCUn3okCn-Wz9kzu1U94D/s1600-h/221B+Baker+Street++-Address.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194144457283464482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemI_WZveT_FHjARXJmzUtuJwjBorgtkkpGvuL7v9umjtoBp8OyuL0JYlODzuTFR46bCK9ANPPChtpEm5HEOOuq8dNSkU7OKboQFJsUIGppWlKd1KmfkMVStdJCUn3okCn-Wz9kzu1U94D/s320/221B+Baker+Street++-Address.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>221 B Baker Street<br /></em></strong>I caught the next train to Kings Cross Station. (Thankfully no goof-ups this time :-) :-)). Enquired with a police woman there the way to platform 9 and platform 10 . She did give me a weird look before saying 'it's in the main line ma'am, so u need to climb up to the station upstairs!' (Thankfully I didn't ask her the way to platform 9 ¾. She must have really thought I've gone nuts! :-)). She was all the more surprised when I asked her which train to board to go back to Oxford Street (remember I was to meet my colleagues in 2 hours? And I still had about 30 mins to make up to the appointment). She actually thought I was trying to go to platform 9 to board train to go to Oxford street. I assured her it's not so and this enquiry was for 'some time later'. Am not sure if she understood, but she did seem satisfied and left me to attend to someone else. (perhaps with a similar query?? ;-) ;-)) Then on I marched towards Kings Cross Railway Station – platform 9 and platform 10 so that I can know where exactly is platform 9 ¾. After all as a 'Muggle', I would not be able to see the platform, but atleast I can know where the platform should lie. What if am lucky enough to see a witch or 2 disappear through the walls to take the train to Hogwarts! ;-)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7CHfDqnTjlqkc0OFLnQ6g2KpQq-nPdk3VCPM4LVeAYoEVwwi1wTyA1lEFPj7nnfV1ANtalsjOmUxaVSAGupPgODtuaKph1mrOD5-k9tc2cx1qMIbrjlCfCnhydx7uU1rQUiEZTRYyH-a/s1600-h/Kings+Cross+Station.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194144461578431794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7CHfDqnTjlqkc0OFLnQ6g2KpQq-nPdk3VCPM4LVeAYoEVwwi1wTyA1lEFPj7nnfV1ANtalsjOmUxaVSAGupPgODtuaKph1mrOD5-k9tc2cx1qMIbrjlCfCnhydx7uU1rQUiEZTRYyH-a/s320/Kings+Cross+Station.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>Kings Cross Main Line Station<br /></em></strong>I reached the platforms 9 and 10. (Frankly speaking the Kings Cross Station was in so many ways similar to Chennai Central Station). And surprise of surprises, I saw a board which read 'Platform 9 ¾' on a wall between the platforms! Well, looks like the world is full of nuts like me! :-):-) The police woman would not have taken me to a nut after all had I asked her about 9 ¾. I took a snap of the board and then saw a few others too taking fotos! :-) :-) Good for me! I would not be the odd person out there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ybPKrWez8Qm25TAZQChG6qqYBpHS5QF_d3b1QItgsL9PuF1FDb5NIb2hlUzUKNpaOMhCUuq1hzl4hxBfx2yDcacP0HUzDOr2n92ZuslBiUPP8W5xhnV-irvJNJlHHTE8HPRMULgfLws_/s1600-h/Platform+9+3-quarters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194142086461517074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ybPKrWez8Qm25TAZQChG6qqYBpHS5QF_d3b1QItgsL9PuF1FDb5NIb2hlUzUKNpaOMhCUuq1hzl4hxBfx2yDcacP0HUzDOr2n92ZuslBiUPP8W5xhnV-irvJNJlHHTE8HPRMULgfLws_/s320/Platform+9+3-quarters.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong>Platform 9 3-quarters in Kings Cross Station<br /></strong></em>Well, I've come to the end of my story of how my mission was accomplished in London, the land of the Queen who ruled us for more than a century. I came back to the Kings Cross Tube station (crossed the police woman who had directed me earlier, perhaps she was surprised how I came back so fast but she didn't show it out anyway! :-)), took the next train to Oxford Street, met with my colleagues who had finished their shopping by then, came back to the hotel and started preparing for the meeting next day, which was expected to be longer than this day! </div><div align="justify"><br />But it's ok no regrets. Coz my Mission Accomplished! I would not lament even if I have to work 24 X 7 for the next few days! I would love to give it back to the company anyway.</div><br /><em>... concluded.</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em><strong>Note:</strong> The date in the pictures above is wrong. I had forgotten to set the date in my digicam and hence some default previous date has been set. Realised my grave mistake only after uploading the pics to PC :-(</em>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-37033848646228015062008-04-24T21:06:00.015+05:302008-05-27T14:56:55.257+05:30Me in the Empire Where the Sun Never Sets......unfortunately though, it gets dark by 4:00 PM here :-)<br /><br /><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-in-empire-where-sun-never-sets.html">Flashback Part I -> Here Please!</a><br /><br />Part II:<br /><br />And then, at last I landed in my place of dreams – <em>yes, the one and only London</em>. Heathrow airport welcomed me with a chill wind and I realized how just 8 degrees can be chillingly cold! Thanks to a friend I had a cab awaiting my arrival. So 2 hours after landing in the airport I was in the Hilton Metropolitan London Hotel, in the cozy bed sleeping and dreaming about getting a full day off on Sunday so that I can visit every place in my list (My list had grown to an unreasonable length by now. To visit all the places in my list even the 10 full days of my official stay in London would not have been enough, but I was not bothered, I kept updating the list anyway! :-) :-))<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6N94xPIhn5kyGqFANLVq3R1JILRFd4Ibl8fzv3MK_TGWmOHWriKlZTa8i7L917lHRqlB-Z8n2e-7UopxBAg2zL8NhTlSf-WeXM6L9pznQuJLwTt46AxRu7UGHvL7OZy1ToYomHY6D6n8x/s1600-h/A+view+from+the+10th+floor+of+Hotel+Hilton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192840715665796322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6N94xPIhn5kyGqFANLVq3R1JILRFd4Ibl8fzv3MK_TGWmOHWriKlZTa8i7L917lHRqlB-Z8n2e-7UopxBAg2zL8NhTlSf-WeXM6L9pznQuJLwTt46AxRu7UGHvL7OZy1ToYomHY6D6n8x/s320/A+view+from+the+10th+floor+of+Hotel+Hilton.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em> View from the 10th Floor of Hilton London Metropole</em></strong><br />The next day – Saturday, started well, with a quiet breakfast alone in the Hilton Restaurant. I decided to take a small walk around the hotel to enjoy in solitaire as it is. I imbibed whole of the London winter and the British climate within me as I walked past the shops and hospitals. <em>London is beautiful at 9:00 AM in the morning.</em> The chilling wind was still blowing but thanks to the leather jacket I enjoyed every bit of the walk, every bit of the English climate.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnWLCrsWUrk2SnE0Y7tMqLPl0RH-0orleOiBPUPrmXztzONkI4eLvVsR8FBeCVPc_3eYdBath7mUBSbjhqReaLaYezap_Vd2KUOjV4Ee5LZI8B5XMAUnJG45sGBidnpbEtZUo-WnkvjiAI/s1600-h/buckingham+palace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192839607564233906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnWLCrsWUrk2SnE0Y7tMqLPl0RH-0orleOiBPUPrmXztzONkI4eLvVsR8FBeCVPc_3eYdBath7mUBSbjhqReaLaYezap_Vd2KUOjV4Ee5LZI8B5XMAUnJG45sGBidnpbEtZUo-WnkvjiAI/s320/buckingham+palace.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong>Buckingham Palace</strong></em><br /><div align="justify">When I came to office, my business was waiting for me. I was supposed to have a meeting with colleagues whole of the next day – Sunday and almost the whole of that day – Saturday (Wow! That was great news! I saw my list being burnt and my plans and dreams going up in flames and my heart broke into a thousand pieces!!). But then luck was on my side and we finished off the meeting earlier than expected! (To say I was overjoyed and exultant would be an understatement!! :-) :-))<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0j2J9Kkrg4uPQ7c9GPZKW4tyVxfyiAvOLaxEWm3t1XpicO596HgU7_I4M1XxqmG4SWZsDtMqf3EHQWnDKZ4nWh16qm-zA4_HnDgqst99f9gZZn8f8gWb7vCUHLkMaliJBxTT2_kKk22i3/s1600-h/Big+Ben.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192839620449135826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0j2J9Kkrg4uPQ7c9GPZKW4tyVxfyiAvOLaxEWm3t1XpicO596HgU7_I4M1XxqmG4SWZsDtMqf3EHQWnDKZ4nWh16qm-zA4_HnDgqst99f9gZZn8f8gWb7vCUHLkMaliJBxTT2_kKk22i3/s320/Big+Ben.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em>Big Ben<br /></em></strong>So off we went, the 3 of us – 2 of my Korean colleagues and myself. Me as usual carrying my digicam planning to click every small thing of this big city. We first went to the usual places Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, British Parliament and London Eye! I clicked every popular and unpopular building that I saw. <em>Wow! London is beautiful at 3:00 PM in the afternoon</em>. And then we went to the shopping street –Oxford Street, a la T.Nagar Usman Road! It was already dark by then and I was losing my patience because the first place to visit in my list had been '221b Baker Street' and the second place was Platform 9 ¾ Kings Cross Station (sounds weird right? Not being satisfied by watching the Palace and the Parliament and wanting to visit 2 not-so-popular-places! But then these 2 were the real reason why I was excited about coming to London, I would have missed the Palace and Parliament but not Baker street and Kings Cross Station!! :-) :-)) and my colleagues seemed least interested in either of them and I was least interested in shopping with them.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxW-t7LUrL50hC576q-Vf0YQ2lhzNj7vuR2jQpnmKO3pP4AR8uYG0AgoHnXESQEiy3JclOd6Gm3grcfB4KxGj4DRS0l9LuQWFppPXI8pa37ejwXBuHXWDvwl_lO3JJwsrjHAfJGyGgERBT/s1600-h/British+Parliament.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192839611859201218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxW-t7LUrL50hC576q-Vf0YQ2lhzNj7vuR2jQpnmKO3pP4AR8uYG0AgoHnXESQEiy3JclOd6Gm3grcfB4KxGj4DRS0l9LuQWFppPXI8pa37ejwXBuHXWDvwl_lO3JJwsrjHAfJGyGgERBT/s320/British+Parliament.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em> Parliament</em></strong><br />So there we split, deciding to meet in the same place in 2 hours. They went off to shop and I made my way to Baker Street. Alone in the London Jungle armed with only a Tube Map (The underground railways in London is called Tube) and a London City Map, I decided to pay a visit to Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective of all times who had made 221b Baker Street his home for more than a century. After a couple of goof-ups – I took the train in the opposite direction from Oxford Street and then had to alight at the next station and again take the right one; even after coming to Baker Street, I missed 221b, would have almost walked till 300 Baker Street perhaps, but then one good hearted Samaritan, showed me the way to the coveted Holmes' residence! </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><em><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-in-empire-where-sun-never-sets_28.html">...flashback to conclude</a></em></div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-75660177392619187002008-04-22T14:16:00.012+05:302008-05-27T14:57:38.309+05:30Me in the Empire Where the Sun Never Sets......unfortunately though, it gets dark by 4:00 PM here :-)<br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong>Statutory Warning:</strong> This is one of my long write-ups, about my trip to London. I had been to London between 6th and 15th of December 2007 and I had written this at that time. Since it is too long, I am posting it in parts (taking in the suggestion of many of my previour post-readers!)</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><br /><br /><strong>Mission accomplished</strong><br /><br />Well! Yes, mission accomplished. The reason why I came to this great city has been satisfied. Agreed that I had come here for an official meeting and that conference is yet to start and it's been only 36 hours since I stepped into this city, but still I would say that I am personally satisfied with coming to this city. I had heard and read so many things about this great city that the minute I came to know that I am to make an official visit here, I was overjoyed and made elaborate plans. My trip was supposed to be for just 10 days and I thought that I would get perhaps one day for seeing places (How wrong I was! Come to think of it, I don't think I would even get a full day for myself, the meeting schedule says so!) But still I made a long list from the books I have read, from my friends who have already been here! The list only grew longer as the day to leave to here approached and I was only increasingly apprehensive if I would be able to see even 1 % of the places in my list.<br /><br />The D-Day arrived and I left on an early morning of gloomy Friday from Bangalore and stepped into the Boeing that'll take me to the place of my dreams! The first stop over was Bombay. And how different Bombay was! The international terminal was very posh and of international standards, I stood there gaping at the walls, the marble floors and chairs in the lounge (Esp after seeing the Bangalore InternationalAirport, Bombay Chatrapati Shivaji International Terminal was a beauty!) Still trying to come to terms with my first surprise and having made all the last minute phone calls to my sweetheart (read: my mom!!) and my friends, I sat in the Boeing that will land me in a place which I have always wanted to see, the roads of which I have walked about a zillion times in my imaginations virtually through books and whose places I have seen in my mind's eye! With expectations and apprehensions in my mind about how this trip will turn out to be both personally and professionally (professionally this was an important trip because I had to discuss so many important issues with my counterparts of other countries and companies; anyway, forget the intricacies of a drab professional life!), I waited with bated breath to be grounded after about 10 hrs of flying!<br /><br />(I would skip my experience in the flight with an old Sardar who was incessantly talking to me that at one point I had to tell him that am sleeping and close my eyes, just for the heck of it!!)<br /><br />With the announcement that we will be landing shortly in one of the busiest airports in the world, my anxiety reached a new high – 'The temperature outside is 8 degree Celsius and the local time is 6:15 PM. We regret the delay caused and we would be really happy to serve you again!' 'Well, cool it Captain, I have been waiting to see this place for quite some time and so I would forgive you for the 15 min delay in landing!' :-) :-). I was looking through the window for the first sight of city. How beautiful it looked with lights illuminating the numerous tall buildings and long highways! It was a sight to behold! The lower end digital camera that I had would never have captured the beauty that I saw. So I had to be satisfied with capturing it with my eyes! <em>London is beautiful at 6:15 PM in the evening.</em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><i><div align="justify"><a href="http://zaraahatke.blogspot.com/2008/04/part-ii-and-then-at-last-i-landed-in-my.html">... flashback to continue</a></div></i>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952103824434947447.post-7798321052976300762008-03-10T16:50:00.008+05:302008-03-10T18:02:20.506+05:30Bindi<div align="justify">There are a few things in the world that attract the attention of people – guys and girls alike. Well, am not here to do any philosophical preachings, but write about one such thing! (<em>Well, I need a topic for my blog too after posting a borrowed one prior to this!</em>) So here I am talking about one such 'attractive thing' - 'Bindi'. For the uninitiated 'Bindi' is that red dot which Hindu women traditionally don on their forehead. But lemme not talk about the significance of bindi, but about how it attracts people. Not just Indians but Foreigners too! Now what is so spl about a bindi? Isn’t it a long forgotten custom of Hindu girls, anyway? The pizza eating jeans wearing girls hardly sport a bindi! Well may be forgotten by girls, but guys, sure do remember it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIpmZ_xp1ZgTfNKL8rhyphenhyphenNlU2E7NNc99261adSTEjZQ6zW1leQY1fEGDzKkWCP8dFF76RsqUGp_4ss-kguacDgCrOAd0pgxHFnrWBaYi0CZ8kPV90pIZZQMQCOD1u63dZjx7suoGV0Us9g/s1600-h/399_madhuri_dixit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176073107407512978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIpmZ_xp1ZgTfNKL8rhyphenhyphenNlU2E7NNc99261adSTEjZQ6zW1leQY1fEGDzKkWCP8dFF76RsqUGp_4ss-kguacDgCrOAd0pgxHFnrWBaYi0CZ8kPV90pIZZQMQCOD1u63dZjx7suoGV0Us9g/s320/399_madhuri_dixit.jpg" border="0" /></a>Or atleast that’s what has been my personal experience! I belong to that category of girls who wears bindi very regularly (<em>irrespective of if my attire is a formal one or an informal one!</em>). So one day I forget the bindi or it falls off, I have atleast 2 of my male colleagues/friends pointing it out to me that I don’t have a bindi on my forehead (<em>Another reason could be because of their optimism ‘Let’s see if she looks any better atleast with the bindi on!’ But lemme not talk about it, this is about the bindi and not about what they think :D :D</em>). My handbag may not contain other cosmetic items like lipstick, powder, comb, mirror, etc. But it sure does have a bindi pack. Gosh! Else I am dead and tired explaining to people ‘Mm… yeah I know that my forehead is bare, I did wear a bindi looks like it’s rubbed off (or more likely fallen off)’ And believe me some guys actually suggest to me ‘Fine it has fallen off, but you must be having a spare one in your hand bag right? What else do you girls carry hand bag for?’ (<em>I am actually glad that I have been acknowledged as a girl! ‘Tapori, rowdy, etc are just among the few names I have earned for myself!!’</em>)Well, that’s a difficult question to answer. I do not know why other girls carry a hand bag or what they have in it. But my handbag is almost like a dump yard (<em>Well, so is my book-shelf, my table, my cupboard, etc! :D</em>) - full of papers. (<em>I have wondered myself from where do I get so much junk to dump inside my bag!</em>) Even guys who otherwise call me a tomboy, have advised me to have a bindi in my bag (<em>Perhaps an attempt by them to try and make me look feminine, I never know!</em>)<br /><br />Fine it’s understandable that Indian guys are so attracted by bindi. They are our countrymen, our guys! But foreigners?! As the girl next door software engineer, I have been abroad a few times – a few days’ trip to a few months’ trip. And whenever I travel, my suitcase is packed with an assorted wardrobe – jeans/western wear and salwar/ethnic Indian wears. But whatever I wear, I don a bindi. (<em>Perhaps it has been drilled into me that a Hindu girl should never be bare-fore headed</em>) But the point of contention is again the bindi. During every one of my trips, I find myself explaining what is that ‘design’ I have on my fore head? Why is it sometimes red and sometimes black?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNvUg6KtSHAa0JRIVR4HxB93-RugBse1cDAlfX4TFRhpFj3ICoBqcqPHtPSBikPDFlvWN9yk3vbPRYEZ6J8a67ra9velWhlZTHg72fpuVfn-Y3Y5tZ2dLKboSEjTG_AVhNWmuSQ8OkfdO/s1600-h/bindi-cc-pulguita-200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176069834642433410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNvUg6KtSHAa0JRIVR4HxB93-RugBse1cDAlfX4TFRhpFj3ICoBqcqPHtPSBikPDFlvWN9yk3vbPRYEZ6J8a67ra9velWhlZTHg72fpuVfn-Y3Y5tZ2dLKboSEjTG_AVhNWmuSQ8OkfdO/s320/bindi-cc-pulguita-200.jpg" border="0" /></a>Foreigners are ever fascinated why I wear a bindi! Then I start my explanation. ‘It’s customary for a Hindu girl to don it. It signifies Hindu God Siva’s third eye. The designs are because of my attempts to modernize this tradition called bindi. It is very important esp for married women. Blah! Blah! Blah!’ (<em>Basically whatever strikes me at that point of time! I spin a convincing story/explanation and people are happy!!</em>) End of the day, they get an explanation about this ‘strange thing’ on my forehead between my eye brows!<br /><br />All said and done! Bindi does add grace to a girl’s face, esp if she is in an ethnic Indian wear – Salwar or Saree or (<em>worse or rather better?!)</em> Half-Saree! As one of my friends once told me ‘<strong><em>Women look more beautiful when they wear a bindi. It adds grace to their face!</em></strong>’</div>The Lady-Next-Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606523494307129186noreply@blogger.com1